We were lounging around in this beautiful house in LA, and I'm coming from NY, so sometimes when we weren't working I would just sit on those folding chairs.
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Summer Festivals in Low-income Towns – Sonnet #5
Summer Festivals in low-income towns
Popcorn, ice cream and cover bands abound
Smiles, folding chairs and honest hard workers
Bikers, families, and teenaged wanderers
Dart games and local chamber of commerce
Fringe blankets, folding chairs ice-stocked coolers
Inflatable trampolines, socks bare feet
Grouped around the beer tent where old chums meet
People relaxing breathing summer air
Break from drudgery at the local fair
Maybe yellow dandelions poke through grass
Maybe name brand vendors all took a pass
Unspoiled revelers enjoy the day
Summer magic settles while children play
poem by Stephanie Eve Kane Arado
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Working On It
Oh how Id love it girl, just you and me
Take the day and fly
But oh this job, its got the best of me
Tell you why, tell you why
Somebody above is in a desperate state
Some kind of urgency, the kind that wont wait
I say tomorrow, he say today
And the man in my head well he tell me no way
Keep working
I got eight little fingers and only two thumbs
Will you leave me in peace while I get the work done
Cant you see Im working
Oh, oh Im working on it
Oh, oh Im working on it
Well theyre coming from above me
And theyre coming from below
Yea theyre in there right behind me
Everywhere that I go
And my buddy, hes screaming down the telephone line
He say gimme, gimme, gimme
I say I aint got the time
Oh, oh cant you see Im working on it
Oh, oh Im working on it
Yea, yea, oh tell em
How Id love it girl, just you and me
Take the day and fly
But oh, this job its got the best of me
Tell you why
Well theyre coming from above me
And theyre coming from below
Yea theyre in there right behind me
Everywhere that I go
My buddy, hes screaming down the telephone line
He say gimme, gimme, gimme
I say I aint got the time
Oh, oh cant you see Im working on it
Oh, oh Im working on it
Oh, oh Im working
Oh, oh cant you see Im working on it
song performed by by Chris Rea
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The Monument Of All Our Wrongs
i build a house
no one likes it.
the house is empty
i put some chairs.
someone comes and
says, this house is
lonely, it needs
a sound
it is boring and needs
a paint
i put a tree beside
its stairs
i grow another
fence
i put a lone bulb
on a post
and leave the house
for good
that is what the
house is made
there is always
missing
something is
always wrong
this is the house
of regret
it is the monument
of all our wrongs.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For The Misfits
You should come into the beautiful house
It’s a spaced out palace
You’d never find a mouse
Come into the beautiful house
For all you misfits out there
Who love to howl
Who love to cry
Don’t care to die
Who want to fly
Take a look in the eye
You should come into the beautiful house
It’s the only rocket
To escape from this clouds
Come into the beautiful house
For all the living out there
Who love to cry
The ones who forget
Without some regret
Who watch the sky
In paradise
poem by Frosted Fire
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Black Key
You should come into the beautiful house
It’s a spaced out palace
You’d never find a mouse
Come into the beautiful house
For all you misfits out there
Who love to howl
Who love to cry
Don’t care to die
Who want to fly
Take a look in the eye
You should come into the beautiful house
It’s the only rocket
To escape from this clouds
Come into the beautiful house
For all the living out there
Who love to cry
The ones who forget
Without some regret
Who watch the sky
In paradise
poem by Frosted Fire
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Beautiful
You could be the devil in my bed
You could be the angel in my head
You could be the voices that I hear
I'm singing along because it sounds just like you're near
Cause you're so beautiful
You're beautiful today
You're so beautiful
Beautiful in every little way
Cause when you're coming around
I'm off the ground
I've got to say
You're so beautiful
You're beautiful today
I could be the drug you can't resist
I could be the antidote you missed
I could be the love you hate to fear
You're filling the hole inside your heart with feeling near to me
Cause you're so beautiful
You're beautiful today
You're so beautiful
Beautiful in every little way
Cause when you're coming around
I'm off the ground
I've got to say
You're so beautiful
You're beautiful today
Can we make it through
Together we got to fly
Don't you know I got to fly
Cause when you're coming around I got to fly
Don't you know I want to fly
And I know
And I feel
That I could learn to hate just like you
And I know
And I feel
That you could learn to love just like me
Can we make it through together
I've got to fly
song performed by by Flickerstick from Welcoming Home The Astronauts
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The White Horse...
on that early dawn
they arrived. I will not tell you
exactly how many were they.
they brought the wild horse again
this time it is white and coy
they did not speak to me
my attention was focused on the
beautiful horse
i did not show that i liked it
i did not talk too
then they brought the horse inside
the house
and then the windows and doors
were closed
and then the white horse started to
dance
and i liked it more
it was then that i realized
what are they really
and why are they here bringing me
a beautiful white horse
will they take my antique chairs
made of rosewood?
will i bargain my house
for a horse?
just for a horse
and they whose names i do not really know
shall laugh
after they had finally taken the whole of what i have
just for a white horse whose talent is just
to dance?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mailman
Na na na na
Na na na na na
Na na na na
Na na na na na
Just coming home from work
To a cold and empty house
Can't even eat so hurt
Anticipating on this couch
Waiting on the phone to ring
Or the sound of your keys
I'm faced with this reality
That you're not coming home to me
1 Mailman
Is there a letter for me
Please make it better
Pardon me
Say that it's only a dream
He's really here with me
Folding up the sheets as I
Think about the way it was
I'm missing you, I'm not gon' lie
You were my first and only love
It's taking every piece of me
To be strong enough to live
Late at night I get so weak
It's the fact that you're not here
Repeat 1
I tried my best to stop you
When you were trying to leave
I tried to tell you that
Your seed's inside of me
Repeat 1 till end
song performed by by Faith Evans
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Beautiful (4/14/2010)
Beautiful you, beautiful me,
Beautiful us,
Every time we walk there
Always a beautiful sun.
We have a beautiful daughter,
Beautiful house.
Everyone see us as
Beautiful people.
I never thought I would be with a
Beautiful man.
It a beautiful day please won’t
You stay my beautiful man.
poem by juggalette Tiffany ann
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Walking Tables
How do tables walk as one?
And why do chairs seem to run?
How my rest is desired, and how
Do I kick in the air for relaxation?
My chimney is found with the soot
Of a black utterance, as seemly as light;
The light travels up and down the world,
With smoke, crime is committed, like walking
Chairs and turning tables, this world is one.
With this house may I live alone,
Where wolves like criminals detest you.
Anyone walked a long distance, anyway,
Justice must be allowed, and searched
By the home and heaven.
How do tables and chairs move?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Tearing This House Down (A Song)
Me and this here dozer
Were gonna tear this house down
To many years of memories
Have all let me down
This house is coming down
I'm tearing this house down
To many years of memories
Where love was never found
I'm gonna start with the bed room
Where there's never been no love
And tear right through that living room
Where livings been so rough
You won it in divorce decree
So what is your is yours to keep
You can have whats left of this debree
But this house is coming down
This house is coming down
I've slaved for thirty years
This is the way you repay my love
The blood sweat and tears
So while your out with your honey do
Take your time I have a gift for you
Some modifications all brand new
This house is coming down.
poem by Bill Simmons
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Everything Unfolds The Way They Want To
the sea comes to me by the shore
folding and unfolding and folding and unfolding
wave after wave
ripple after ripple
like the way they all want to
i just watch
i do nothing
everything is just fulfilling
and fulfilling and fulfilling and coming and coming and going and going
i just watch and i do nothing
i can do nothing
they are just doing and going and coming and fulfilling
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wheel
People have the right to fly
And will when it gets compromised
Their hearts say 'move along"
Their minds say 'gotcha heart'
'Let's move it along'
And airports see it all the time
Where someone's last goodbye
Blends in with someone's sigh
Cause someones coming home
In hand a single rose
And that's the way this wheel keeps working now
That's the way this wheel keeps working now
And I won't be the last
No I won't be the last
To love her
You can't build a house of leaves
And live like it's an evergreen
It's just a season thing
It's just this thing the seasons do
And that's the way this wheel keeps working now
That's the way this wheel keeps working now
And you won't be the first
No you won't be the first
To love me
You can find me
If you ever want again
I'll be around the bend
I'll be around the bend
I'll be around
And if you never stop when you wave goodbye
You just might find if you give it time you will wave hello again
You just might wave hello again
And that's the way this wheel keeps working now
That's the way this wheel keeps working now
You can't love too much one part of it
You can't love too much one part of it
I believe that my life's gonna see
The love I give returned to me
song performed by by John Mayer
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A Need For A New House....Or Home...
early morning
when the doors are still closed and the windows still tipsy
like the whole house
you fly away
the sun comes out with the clouds
early morning you fly away
away from it all
the clouds are floors and grasses
and you are a lonely bird among a flock of chairs
early morning you fly away
thinking about nothing
you fly away and you feel like a leaf inside
that gentle beast
it is a ride-awA Need For A New House....Or Home...ay
among the paradoxes of life
and its ironies
early morning there is this flight that takes you to a stop-over
of your life
no one knows that you are grieving
over a search for what you feel
the one you had which you lost
intentionally
among the flock of chairs landing early morning
on unstable floors
early morning you take a cab
you choose still
which house
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Now Awakening
Always working out the territory
to find out the limits on the right
to live or die. Why not to get
an assisted death when you choose
to go unnoticed without fission or
folding up? Time was becoming a book
you cannot read like a polygraph.
The carnivores are increasing in
numbers and destroying the eco-balance
of human relationship. The dry bones
are piling up and the gouged eyes were
gaping in ethical failure under hot
glow of brightness, the naked god
chasing the helpless man. The coming
of age of a dialogue on fear was
important for a debate to start.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Drug's Not Working
I was shooting in the back of the car
When the windows smashed on the police cars
I was swimming through the streets of New York
With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making me high
She was a hooker at the age of 16
All she wanted was the money
She didn't need an I.D.
She was a junkie and I know its clich
But then so was her life
I mean, she lived in L.A.
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making her high
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making her high
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
(Riot in my skull, demons are coming)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Painted it all black, the chains are jerking)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Riot in my skull, demons are coming)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
Riot in my skull, demons are coming
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
Painted it all black, the chains are jerking
L.A. is dead, the drugs ain't working
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
The drugs ain't working
The drugs ain't working
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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Call in the midnight
I used to make my dinner thinking
About what you'd like to eat
I used to pass all night drinking
Because you didn't like of meat
I used to fall in laugh every second
Because you liked my way to smile
I used to tell histories with once upon
Just for keep you quiet for a while
I used to drink wine every saturday
Because you weren't at home
I used to smoke always in a trip away
Because I knew you weren't waiting on the phone
For a call in the midnight
Now I can't think about the dinner
Because I'm eating in my mom's house
Now I can't watch TV in soccer's winner
Because I'm not with my blouse
Now I can't smile for any stupid
Because I lost my eye's passion
Now I just keep in internet's cupid
Because I'll learn a new lesson
Now I'm coming from the rehab
And going to bed early, same in weekends
Now I just don't or can't laugh
Because I know I'll it pretends
For a call in the midnight
poem by Ianne de Angel
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On a journey
One day I travelled with uncle Sias
and we were on our way to the bushveld
and his expensive German car was loaded,
but just on the other side of Warmbaths
we turned off.
On this trip I learned a few things
from uncle Sias,
that stays with me
to this day.
His car was very fast
and he had money
to pay speed fines,
but his foot was light
and we travelled decently.
We stopped next to the road
and I was puzzled at what was wrong
because the road was still long,
but he said
that the sun is drawing water.
The boot was opened
and we stretched our legs
and a umbrella, a folding table,
folding chairs, a gas stove
and a pot appeared.
It was evident that he made travelling
into a pleasant thing
and just then and there,
we brewed redbush tea.
At that moment I knew
that life is like a journey
and that things depend,
on what you make of it.
In the field next to the road
some birds were calling,
while we took life peacefully
and still to this day
I see that turnoff
where it disappeared in the distance.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Squatters
The house had been vacant for just a day
When the Corpie arrived to earn their pay
What job had to be done; had to be done today
As the Squatters would hear and be on their way
So in no time at all
The house was bordered and barbed
And with no one inside, was left to starve
But the Squatters weren't far
And they did hear
The story of that house in Hamilton Square
And the very next day
Borders and barbs removed
The house had a smile
And occupants too!
poem by Tom Allport
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How To Win Friends & Influence People
Its a beautiful day
If you look up in the air
You can see the sky
Its a beautiful day
If you stare at the sun
You will burn your eyes
I do not believe in the lucky numbers
I do not believe in wishing on a star...
To tell you the truth
People love to tell you things that will break
Your heart
Yes people love to break your heart
People love to break your heart
I do not believe in the things that I cannot see
I do not believe in the pretty disguise...
To tell you the truth
I know they want me to believe that they
Know whats best for me
Yes, you know that its true
People love to hit you when you close your eyes
People love to hurt you when you close your eyes
And you will never see it coming
Its a beautiful day
Its a beautiful day
Look up...the sky is down
Its such a beautiful day
Look up...the sky is down
Its a beautiful day
Look up...the sky is coming down
Its a beautiful day
Look up...the sky is coming down
Its a beautiful day
Look up in the air
You will never see it coming
song performed by by Everclear
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