Once the return tide starts, it will be impossible to stem it, and it will prove our undoing.
quote by Moshe Sharett
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My Silent Undoing
my silent undoing
my silent undoing
my silent undoing
my silent undoing
my wasp in a jar
protruding hips
and skull, and spine
ribcage cuts a clear outline
oh, oh
all roped up and pinching in
distorted and disfiguring
oh, oh
my silent undoing
my silent undoing
my wasp in a jar
no photographs around the back
emaciated, iron flat
oh, oh
dehydrated cutting bones
today i'm over 7 stone
oh, oh
my wasp in a jar
my wasp in a jar
my wasp in a jar
twinkle little star
my wasp in a jar.
song performed by by Queen Adreena
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Before You Go Away
before you go away
please return
everything that i
have given you.
return my kisses
my hugs and embraces
return my blanket
the warmth
i have shared with you
when you were
so cold
on that damp
room. Please return
them immediately
before you go away
please account
all the moments
i have given you
and if you are finished
all these undoing
you may go
rest assured
i am whole again
and love another one
much better than
you: ingrate!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Impossible
If they had ever told me how sweet a kiss could be
I would have said impossible, impossible for me
And if they said Id find you beyond the rainbows end
I would have said impossible, impossible, my friend
To dream about what might have been
Is strange enough for me
But now it seems Im living in
A dream too beautiful to be
If they had said a moonbeam could calm a stormy sea
I would have said impossible but now at last I see
That nothing is impossible if you are here with me
I would have said impossible but now at last I see
That nothing is impossible if you are here with me
song performed by by Nat King Cole, music by Steve Allen, lyrics by Steve Allen (1956)
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What Are You Trying To Prove
Your muscular body had no threat
Yet you try so hard to be strong
How you fool yourself with lies
I will tell you your very wrong
What Is It Your Trying To Prove
Perhaps you haven't done the math
You don't threaten me one bit
Yours is a little small stem
And mine has the bigger slit
What Are You Trying To Prove
A woman will never tires out at all
She is strong and very wise
So you are so fooled by her moans
When she brings you into her thighs
What Are You Trying To Prove
We are all equal and nothing more
So why not stop being such a clown
Women laugh at boys like you
Obviously you haven't been around
What Are You Trying To Prove
poem by Suelynn Walters
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To promise that which is known to be impossible is no covenant. But if that prove impossible afterwards, which before was thought possible, the covenant is valid and bindeth, though not to the thing itself, yet to the value; or, if that also be impossible, to the unfeigned endeavour of performing as much as is possible, for to more no man can be obliged. Men are freed of their covenants two ways; by performing, or by being forgiven. For performance is the natural end of obligation, and forgiveness the restitution of liberty, as being a retransferring of that right in which the obligation consisted.
quote by Thomas Hobbes
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Too Late For Prayin
It was only yesterday
When I heard the teacher say
Patiently, one and two make three
We were children, you and me
Let us pray for the ones they call
The children of today
Nothin left but promises
Nothin much is certain
All we see is want and need across the board, why thank you lord
Were livin in the glory of your care
Skies of blue have all turned brown
To the sound of cryin
Lord abide, let us stem the tide
Of broken dreams
Sometimes you seem to tell us
Its too late for prayin
See the ocean wild and blue
Think of all thats in her
She will not surrender to the likes of us, but then she must
They tell us, wise men tell us, its too late
For each child with eyes that smile
Therell be ten more cryin
Lord abide, let us stem the time
Of helplessness
But then I guess were livin
Is it too late for prayin
Nothin here but grains of sand
Nothin much worth savin
Guess weve all got problems of our own to bear, and still we share
Tomorrow could get better than today
To the ones whove loved in vain
Will ya be beholden
Lord abide, let us stem the tide
Of broken dreams
Sometimes ya seem to tell us
Its too late for prayin
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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My Boy Jack
1914-1918
'Have you news of my boy Jack?'
Not this tide.
'When d'you think that he'll come back?'
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.
'Has anyone else had word of him?'
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing and this tide.
'Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?'
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind-
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.
Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Have You News of my Boy Jack?
'Have you news of my boy Jack?'
Not this tide.
'When d'you think that he'll come back?'
Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.
'Has anyone else had word of him?'
Not this tide.
For what is sunk will hardly swim,
Not with this wind blowing and this tide.
'Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?'
None this tide,
Nor any tide,
Except he did not shame his kind-
Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.
Then hold your head up all the more,
This tide,
And every tide;
Because he was the son you bore,
And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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It's Impossible
It's impossible to tell the sun to leave the sky,
It's just impossible.
It's impossible to ask a baby not to cry,
It's just impossible.
Can I hold you closer to me
And not feel you going through me,
But the second that I never think of you?
Oh, how impossible.
Can the ocean keep from rushing to the shore?
It's just impossible.
If I had you could I ever ask for more?
It's just impossible.
And tomorrow, should you ask me for the world
Somehow I'd get it, I would sell my very soul
And not regret it for to live without your love
Is just impossible
Can the ocean keep from rushing to the shore?
It's just impossible.
If I had you could I ever ask for more?
It's just impossible.
And tomorrow, should you ask me for the world
Somehow I'd get it, I would sell my very soul
And not regret it for to live without your love
Is just impossible
Oh impossible,
Impossible.
Impossible.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Brompton Oratory
Up those stone steps I climb
Hail this joyful day's return
Into its great shadowed vault I go
Hail the Pentecostal morn
The reading is from Luke 24
Where Christ returns to his loved ones
I look at the stone apostles
Think that it's alright for some
And I wish that I was made of stone
So that I would not have to see
A beauty impossible to define
A beauty impossible to believe
A beauty impossible to endure
The blood imparted in little sips
The smell of you still on my hands
As I bring the cup up to my lips
No God up in the sky
And no devil beneath the sea
Could do the job that you did
song performed by by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds from The Boatman's Call
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The Best Doing Of A Done That I Did And Could Do
Do I undo?
To improve upon that which has been done?
Sure.
It is a necessity.
If an undoing is within my power,
To undo.
Do I stop the doing,
With an undoing that I did...
With attempts not to do?
Even if I am powerless...
To undo that doing done did,
With an improving of a done doing...
To do a better doing of a done did,
That I found unable to undo?
No!
However...
I will continue doing what it is that I do,
With the acknowledgement...
What it was that was done I did do to get done,
Was the best doing of a done that I did and could do...
With an improvement on a done I did,
Hoping that a doing of it was done much better!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love's Gleaning Tide
Draw not away thy hands, my love,
With wind alone the branches move,
And though the leaves be scant above
The Autumn shall not shame us.
Say; Let the world wax cold and drear,
What is the worst of all the year
But life, and what can hurt us, dear,
Or death, and who shall blame us?
Ah, when the summer comes again
How shall we say, we sowed in vain?
The root was joy, the stem was pain
The ear a nameless blending.
The root is dead and gone, my love,
The stem's a rod our truth to prove;
The ear is stored for nought to move
Till heaven and earth have ending.
poem by William Morris
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Well, there are two kinds of stem cells: adult stem cells, which you can get from any part of a grown body, and embryonic stem cells. These are the inner- core of days-old embryos that can develop into any kind of cell.
quote by Mort Kondracke
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Break It To Me Gently
Words and music: paul dean, mike reno
Face to face, I can see that look in your eye
But are you looking at me
Cause you know things arent what they seem to be
Does it matter to you
Or have you played that game before
I can feel you across the room
I wanna know just what it takes
Cause you know that Ive made some mistakes
Ive been down that rood before
Dont want to feel like a wolf when im
Banging on your door
So, break it to me gentiy all night long
Break it to me gently or prove me wrong
Take me to the point of no return, oh yeah
Break it to me gently all night long
All night long
So tell me if Im wrong
But wasnt it you that gave up
Without a fight, last night
So tell me if Im reading you right
Thats when I felt that there was something going on
And now I know what I wanna see
When you walk that way
Do you walk that way for me
Gotta know
Or are you just putting on a show
Cause youre everything I want
And a little bit more
Break it to me gently all night long
Break it to me gently or prove me wrong
Take me to the point of no return, oh yeah
Break it to me gently all night long
So break it baby
Here we go
Oh, oh, oh, oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh, oh oh, oh oh
Oh, oh oh, oh oh
Break it to me gently all night long
Break it to me gently or prove me wrong
Take me to the point of no return, oh yeah
Break it to me gentry all night long
Break it to me gently all night long
Break it to me gently or prove me wrong
Take me to the point of no return, oh yeah
Break it to me gently all night long
All night
song performed by by Loverboy
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How Was He Able To Escape?
Inspite of those in opposition meeting in secret,
Seeking to find ways to defeat with deceit...
All efforts one makes to succeed with achievement,
A pursuing to do to satisfy those already toasting...
The one subjected to an undoing guaranteed to be done,
Has been discovered to be incompleted.
Blinded by misdeeds they could not see...
Determination is the key held,
By the one holding onto kept faith.
And ready to prove it takes much more,
Than the making of foolish attempts to break...
One concentrated with a connection to fate not faked.
A yearning burning hot with fire inside,
Can not be visualized by those scheming outside...
To diminish one's identity andf integrity affixed to one's pride!
'I am not believing a word of this.
Repeat that again.
HOW was he able to escape from confinement? '
~We have no clue.
All of us there,
Participated in the tieing of his arms, legs and chest...
To the chair.
His mouth was taped with duct tape too.
And we taunted him with the music of Vanilla Ice.
Hoping the use of this device,
Would put an end to his appetite for living life.~
'And...
When you returned to his cell,
He was gone?
The cell was unlocked and empty?
Except for his clothes?
That is impossible.'
~We are telling you what we know.~
'But...
How could he have escaped from this place butt naked?
What is it that he has that is so impressive,
To mesmerize those with opened eyes? '
~Well...
In defense of those who had not seen him before unclothed,
I am sure it wasn't his mind that hypnotized.~
'Was he with a weapon? '
~I would say YES.
And that would be a guess.
One, I would imagine...
Much larger than the rest of us.~
'I see!
It is clear to me now.
Someone amongst you...
Had to return to the cell,
To loosen the rope around his legs and thighs.
Captivated by more than just his mind,
We all had agreed should be kept confined.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Saboteurs
Saboteurs using methods to injure and defame,
While disguising themselves...
As if to prove they have no self worth,
Bring upon themselves the harm.
And open the door to their own shame AND dirt.
In the undoing of another as they in darkness seek,
They believe to others they are unknown.
But nothing on this Earth is kept from not surfacing,
Even from those depths,
Thought to be discreet and secretive AND hidden deep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Amend Or End Them
A definition initiated,
Of laws created to implement...
To later debate over their effectiveness,
Makes the following of them...
Questionable to appreciate,
The process of why they are made...
In the first place.
Especially if that process taken,
To have them undone with an undoing...
Has been determined to be unlawful to do.
And to who's benefit to anyone,
Does this prove?
If anyone can petition to have them changed,
With conditions to amend or end them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lines are drawn
It is ignition with spark
Long drawn battle with very good start
No one thought of its long impact
It was noble and hilarious act
Young and old all in same race
Long aspirations and worry on the face
What country would get in return?
It is our duty to make the tide turn
The tempo has not died down
The battle lines are drawn
Come what may with next move
The public has point and strength to prove
Mind well it is popular will and fight
Everything g has gone with it very right
The wish and anger has given long wait
Now it has to meet the aspirations and its fate
They have fooled under the name of liberty
Democracy is allowed to die with pity
Rules are meant only for suppression
They enjoy complete facilities with concession
Not a day passes of without any scam
Billions are swindled and caught in cam
Yet no action for the want of proof
The judiciary is alone and aloof
Future may speak for its action
Public may resurface with reaction
This is just a trailer and may initiate strong move
Nothing stands good in public eyes to prove
Gandhian principles stand like rock even today
It has shown courage and glorious way
The tide and turn can be favored in public interest
The resistance offered is unique and best
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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~ My Hidden Stem ~
I give you my rose, yet you see it so beautiful all around, the petals so blooming and so lovely, but look at the stem which is my stem, the green root of nevergazing attractivness, that which is hidden, that which is the real and genuine beauty, my nights of eternal desire lie within the stem, but you only see the outside beauty of the painted red petals, the power, the force, the passion, the fountain that spring forth the lifted rose, is found on my stem. For beauty can be easily found, but sheer beauty is not, and you must find me and travel as deep, as lenthly and beyond.
poem by Dandy leo jr.
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Do Not Believe
Do not believe, my dearest, when I say
That I no longer love you.
When the tide ebbs do not believe the sea -
It will return anew.
Already I long for you, and passion fills me,
I yield my freedom thus to you once more.
Already the waves return with shouts and glee
To fill again that same belovèd shore.
poem by Aleksey Konstantinovich Tolstoy
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