The reflection of the flame in the glass seems to be touching the hand. And you feel the helpless fear of these dismembered parts. This sort of thing can hardly be visualized at the script stage.
quote by Terence Fisher
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I mark a script like an exam, and I try not to do anything under 50 per cent. Similarly with the part. And also film is a peculiar thing, parts don't necessarily read in script form anything like as well as they can do when it comes to materialising.
If life indeed is a stage, then how can we act our parts if we can't read our script
quote by Vu Quyen
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Miracle
Deeper than deeper was my love for you
Sweeter than sweeter joy
Hoping that every day
You can go your way
I cannot hold you down
Turning the situation round a little more
Making it look like things
Are just fine
You can go your way
Shudder to think these words were mine
Touching the place that makes it a love thing
Straight to the face, one way love would be a miracle
Touching the place that makes it a love thing
Straight to the face, one way love would be a miracle
Dreamily passing by
Words sort of come and go
Wasting the time of day
I dont know
Dont you smile that way?
Smiling is all Ive got left for you
You can go your way
You can go your way
Touching the place that makes it a love thing
Straight to the face, one way love would be a miracle
Touching the place that makes it a love thing
Straight to the face, one way love would be a miracle
Touching the place that makes it a love thing
Straight to the face, one way love would be a miracle
Touching the place that makes it a love thing
Straight to the face, one way love would be a miracle
Touching the place that makes it a love thing
Straight to the face, one way love would be a miracle
Touching the place that makes it a love thing
Straight to the face, one way love would be a miracle
song performed by by Olive
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Other Hand...
the black man's hand,
the poor man's hand.
the Muslim hand, the Jewish hand...
the gay man's hand,
the working man's hand,
the ex-convict's hand,
the farmer's hand, the garbage man's hand...
the Christian's hand, the atheist's hand,
the father's hand, the soldier's hand,
the peacemaker's hand,
the healer's hand, the teacher's hand,
the prodigal's hand, even the murderer's hand...
the victim's hand, the broken hand,
the praying hand, the touching hand...
all, when extended,
feel like my other hand!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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We Are Not Actors!
when millions of our ancestors died for the truth,
when millions of them never acted in their life,
when millions of us work hard with our only face,
who told that world is full actors and actresses?
memorized scripts are repeated,
repeated verses can be recorded and edited,
The director vision is visualized,
Rehearsal can make the scenes perfect.
we live a scene only once in real life,
no directors, editors and the script writer,
we live our life with emotions and blunders,
we feel every moment that is not felt by the actors,
who told that world is the stage and we are the actors?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Words Fell Down
Written by ricky & marty wilde
I wake up in the morning, looking for reaction
Then I see your faces, only for fraction
Did you hurt my feelings ? you just nailed me to the wall
Never say youre sorry, never show emotion
Never show a good hand, never give a notion
Dont you feel its obscene ? do you feel a thing at all ?
Chorus:
cos you come right back with the same old story
Words fell down
Words fell down
You walk right back to the sound of glory
Words fell down
Words fell down
Oh, oh, oh, its so helpless
Oh, oh, oh, its so helpless, its so helpless
Always a deceiver, never any answers
Living in the shadows, taking any chances
When you get a good line, come and talk in to my face
Chorus
You fight right back with the same reaction
Words fell down
Words fell down
The same old show with the same old caption
Words fell down
Words fell down
Oh, oh, oh, its so helpless
Oh, oh, oh, its so helpless, its so helpless
song performed by by Kim Wilde
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Need To Feel You Near
Do you stay with a craving...
That is a hunger for me?
And,
Is this...
Just more than a 'fling'?
And is it...
More than midnight 'thing',
Between...
You.and me,
To be?
Is it...
Just more than a 'fling'?
And is this...
More than midnight 'thing',
Between...
You.and me?
Do you stay,
With a hunger for me?
And...
Do you crave,
A taste to treat to feed,
From me...
Everyday?
Or...
Is this,
What I hope to see?
I'm the one who needs you...
Breathing on me.
And...
Touching my skin.
with a warmth that never ends.
And....
Am I the one who needs you,
More than I'm wishing...
You wont let go once you know.
Do you crave,
A tasty treat from me everyday?
And do you....
Stay with a hunger this way,
Just for me.
Do you stay with a craving...
That is hunger for me?
And,
Is this...
More than a midnight 'thing'.
'Cause....
I need to feel,
You touching me.
And I need to feel,
You breathing...
On my skin.
I need to feel,
You touching me.
And I need to feel,
You breathing.
And...
On my skin.
I need to feel you near and breathing...
On my skin.
I need to feel your touching to breathe,
On my skin.
I need to feel you touching,
On my skin.
I need to know that feeling here,
Next to me.
I need to know it and to have it here,
Next to me.
Next to me.
Next to me,
I need to know it and to have it here...
Next to me.
I need to know it with you showing it,
Next to me.
Next to me.
Next to me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Helpless
There is a town in north ontario
Dream comfort memory despair
And in my mind I still need a place to hide
All my changes were there
Blue blue windows behind the stars
Yellow moon on the rise
Big birds flying across the skies
Casting shadows in our eyes
Leave us helpless helpless helpless helpless
Helpless helpless they leave me now
Helpless helpless helpless
Blue blue windows behind the stars
Yellow moon on the rise
They leave us
Helpless helpless helpless helpless
Helpless helpless they leave me now
Helpless helpless helpless
Helpless helpless helpless helpless
Helpless helpless they leave me now
(neil young)
Copyright warner/chappell
song performed by by Nazareth
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Fear Within
What should I do?
What can I do?
When the fear within is killing me.
I cant sleep, I cant dream
I cant think, I cant scream
Because the fear within is killing me.
I feel like weeping for ever
I feel like sleeping for ever!
Because i feel the fear within will never die!
What is this fear?
Why is this fear?
And why is it killing me!
The fear spreads like cancer
But i cant find an answer
Why is the fear killing me!
The best thing i could do
And the last thing I should do
Is kill the fear before it killed me!
poem by Amit Gunji
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When I'm on stage, it's a little world I've created where I'm sort of the thing, so I have total control over everything that happens. When we're improvising, I'm with someone I totally trust. I know things are going to work out. I don't have those guarantees in life. There are no consequences on stage.
quote by Colin Mochrie
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Dangerous
Can you feel it? watching you in the darkness
Can you feel it? watching you in the darkness
Touching you like a sickness
Touching you like a sickness
Fear is taking control,
Fear is taking control,
The beach head is the street.
The beach head is the street.
In the gutter lies defeat.
In the gutter lies defeat.
Fear is the key to your soul
Fear is the key to your soul
That makes you dangerous
That makes you dangerous
So dangerous to yourself
So dangerous to yourself
Can you feel it in the shadows?
Can you feel it in the shadows?
Watching you, touching you,
Watching you, touching you,
Can you feel it in the shadows?
Can you feel it in the shadows?
Watching you, touching you
Watching you, touching you
Changing you into a mad dog.
Changing you into a mad dog.
Howling at the moon.
Howling at the moon.
And youre so far out of tune
And youre so far out of tune
Better learn how to sing.
Better learn how to sing.
Fences, we put up our defences.
Fences, we put up our defences.
Then we come to our senses.
Then we come to our senses.
It may keep them out
It may keep them out
But it keeps us in
But it keeps us in
And that makes us dangerous
And that makes us dangerous
Were all dangerous to ourselves
Were all dangerous to ourselves
This is a jungle, not illusion,
This is a jungle, not illusion,
Jungle city, in confusion,
Jungle city, in confusion,
We are the next step in evolution,
We are the next step in evolution,
The new stone age, revolution.
The new stone age, revolution.
Back to the stone age, constitution
Back to the stone age, constitution
No solution
No solution
Can you feel it in the shadows?
Can you feel it in the shadows?
Watching you, touching you,
Watching you, touching you,
Can you feel it in the shadows?
Can you feel it in the shadows?
Follow you, swallow you.
Follow you, swallow you.
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Fear is the key.
Fear is the key.
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Fear is the key.
Fear is the key.
Can you feel it? can you feel it?
Can you feel it? can you feel it?
Fear is the key to your soul.
Fear is the key to your soul.
song performed by by Who
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Reward and punishment
A jealous Othello, an innocent Desdemona,
And a villain Iago, all played their parts
As per the scripts and directions, on the stage.
No one was hailed; No one was jailed.
The world is the stage on which we take parts
As Othellos, Desdimonas and Iagos.
Reward and punishment by God is a myth.
28.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Touching
Touching are words expressed,
When hearts are filled with such emptiness.
Touching is that lost contact,
We long to hold and feel against our chests.
Touching are the flow of memories,
Coming when someone has left.
So touching we are when those times arrive.
And touching we wish,
To be done when the end comes.
As tears are cried.
And those with touching emotions,
Felt with sighs...
Inside.
Rising to surface...
Are not found to be at their best.
When wept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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O Night
O night what is this
Which you have shown to me
A play built upon my worlds stage
With a cast of friends I see
A burgeoning love does grow
From where did it begin
Tell me now o night, tell me now
That which I have desired
My not to secret thoughts
Are centre stage in this piece
A tale the like of which I dream
Is this a sign for me to follow
That upon the stage I shall find
The love I have sought so often
The beginning of my life
Light the spot and hand my script
That I may stand and find
O night is this what is to be
Or is it all but a dream
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Give and take
In your helpless state
He will take
You; you will dine
On his table,
He will buy you a
Dress and what
You need, you
Will live in
His own house
He will take
Care of you
But there is no
Such thing as
A free meal
Nowadays, or a
Man with a
Hundred percent
Kind heart,
There will always
Be that element
Of give and take
And so when the
Night comes
He will, know this,
Undress you
And start eating
A little of you,
And you will give
In some parts,
That element
Of give and take,
This is a dog
Eat dog world,
My dear, so while
You are in such
A helpless state
Try the lizard’s
Way, start growing
Again those lost
Parts, and if you
Will, start growing
All those wings and
Then fly away…
Or if you will,
Start growing some
Scales and big
Crocodile teeth
And a long solid tail,
And you will know
In lizard’s name
What to do with him.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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0316 Faith - For You Who Asked
Yes, there is a stage
and yes, there are actors;
a script to engage;
an experienced director..
Yes, indeed, I’ll pray for you
to the One they say best deems
those matters which may bless our soul
however strange they seem;
Oh yes, I will pray for you,
as much as human can;
but, add this wish from me for you,
which is more personal:
In course of time – who knows how long? –
may you look back and say,
‘Although it seemed ungodly cruel,
it turned out well for me..’
Yes, there is a stage
and yes, there are actors;
a script to engage;
an experienced director.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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This sort of encouragement is vital for any writer. And lastly the publication of Touching the Flame, which was on hold for two years and went through a few publishers before finding a stable home.
Not A Pretty Sight
A poem should be a pretty thing
Or that is what I once thought
Really a poem touches you
Where you are and where you are not
As there's different types of touching
There's different types of poems
Some metered some rhymed
Some just a cry
As there's touching when you
Politely just want to get by
Then there's touching when you're
Afraid and think you're going to cry
Of course there's back slapping
Hand holding and warm embrace
Then there's that last touch
Just before the color leaves you face
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Helpless
Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless
I thought about it but I couldnt think of what to say
But I thought about it anyway.......yeah
I tried to tell you what you mean to me
But it didnt come so easily..........no
I never reckoned
For more than a second
Just how it would be on my own
Id be helpless, without you
Id be helpless, without you
The dawn that calls beyond the night
Tells its old story.
The shadows fade into the light
In all its glory.
Helpless
Helpless baby Im a helpless
Helpless baby
Im a helpless
If I could put a good shine on the past
Do you think that we could make it last - oh yeah
Seems to mind the time goes fast
I wonder if the vote is cast
Now that you mention it,
Got my attention
I quite clearly blew me away
Id be helpless, without you
Id be helpless, without you
The dawn that calls beyond the night
Tells its old story.
The shadows fade into the light
In all its glory.
Helpless
Helpless baby Im a helpless
Helpless baby
Im a helpless, without you
Id be helpless, without you
Helpless, helpless, helpless, helpless
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What Evil Is
Evil waits,
As silent as nothing,
Held in a frail wooden cage,
Waiting to be unleashed.
Evil is a shadow,
Dark and foreboding.
An anger,
Following in our footsteps.
Evil is a wound,
Raw and bleeding.
A deep cut,
Walking hand in hand with pain.
Evil is a blazing flame,
Burning and consuming.
A flicker of destruction,
Unpredictable.
Evil is a cracked image,
The reflection in a smashed mirror.
A twisted reflection,
Of ourselves.