One never can know the whys and the wherefores of one's passional changes.
quote by David Herbert Lawrence
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If I could know
If I could know for what reason
the whys and wherefores happen
and could know the reasons
behind all things,
I would have told you
and maybe it would have made no difference
or even matter.
Still there are things
that nobody can measure,
like the intentions
and message and feeling of a kiss,
but for the two that are doing it.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Unanswered
Why should I be subsevient to fate
Si peu de chose before a giant world
Poor little ship with little sail unfurled
To catch the sun-breze at the harbor gate?
Why should I be a coal within the grate
Of never-ending love? Why intercurled
With some strange mermaid whom the tempests hurled
Far up the shore that mortals desecrate?
Why all these whys and wherefores of the mind
That strike like arrows on a marble floor
Beyond whose frigidness red lions roar
To guard the Sun I gave my youth to find?
And why should drowning in the blackest sea
Be better than to worship at her knee?
poem by Harry Crosby
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Why
God why? why?
Why me God.
The bitter voice of turmoil
A show of dissatisfaction,
A complement of affection,
A loneliness sensation,
Why, why God?
are whys to a faithful God,
The Lord we all know,
in times of harvest and in snow,
with tears and with smile,
from him we get food to grow,
Yes, but why is it so?
Yeah, but why?
Is my prayer of bad intent?
Am I not any patient?
Have I failled a commitment?
We puzzle ourselves in the dark,
yet, we ignor calls from light.
Why? whys that never die,
for with shut eyes and ears we cry,
Like our faith is running dry,
Christs love is droping by.
For with love and faith,
In prayer and studying,
cometh understanding,
the perceive of God's will,
casting away whys and doupting
for in whys place comes sight,
with tears, The Spirit to guide.
poem by Marbet Daniel
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An Entreat To The World
Let your eyes turn towards the innocents;
Undergone to the Crusades of immolation.
Let your ears sharpened towards the wails;
Raised from the denizens of Palestine.
Let your incisors burnished to gnaw the Zions;
Dared to devour the holy terrain.
Let yourself be a warrior full of beans;
To tear asunder the wolf in sheep's skin.
Let your loins be girded for an impending chaos;
That'l render your land a levelled plane.
Let the Holy Land be armoured by your haloes;
Defending hereself from the roaring drone.
Let the Holy Shepherds be protected in your assylums;
Rooted to the spot is each and everyone.
Let me ask you the whys and wherefores,
Of being derelict, of hope on the wane.
poem by Rafeeque C.K
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Reality
Tragic youth was looking young and sexy
The tragic youth was wearing tattered black jeans
Bearing arms and flaunting all her mischief
The tragic youth was going down on me
And I swear
Woo hoo
Yes I swear
I built a wall of sound to separate us
And hid among the junk of wretched highs
I sped from Planet X to Planet Alpha
Struggling for reality
Ha ha ha ha
Woo hoo
Ha ha ha ha
Whoo hoo
Hey, now my sight is failing in this twilight
Da da da da da da da da da
Now my death is more than just a sad song
Da da da da da da da da da
And I swear
Woo hoo
Yes I swear
Woo hoo
I still don't remember how this happened
I still don't get the wherefores and the whys
I look for sense but I get next to nothing
Hey boy welcome to reality
Ha ha ha ha
Woo hoo
I've been right and I've been wrong
Now I'm back where I started from
Never looked over reality's shoulder
Ha ha ha ha
Huh ha ha ha
Woo hoo
Huh ha ha
Wooh
Woo hoo
Wooh
song performed by by David Bowie
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Nothing that comes from the deep, passional soul is bad, or can be bad.
quote by David Herbert Lawrence
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Two Parts to Me
How wonderful to view the sky
and think about the reasons why
it soothes my soul with certainty
but confounds my brain with curiosity.
My brain is in search of too many whys
and all that it wants to know.
But my soul is content with none of the whys.
It doesn't need to know.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Whys It So Hard
Whys it so hard to love one another
Whys it so hard to love
(repeat)
What do I have to do to be accepted
What do I have to say
What do I have to do to be respected
How do I have to play
What do I have to look like to feel Im equal
Where do I have to go
What club do I have to join to prove Im worthy
Who do I have to know
Chorus:
Im telling you brothers, sisters
Why cant we learn to challenge the system
Without living in pain
Brothers, sisters
Why cant we learn to accept that were different
Before its too late (first time only)
Whys it so damn hard (all other times)
What do I have to learn to know whats right for me
What do I have to know
What am I going to do when I feel righteous
Where do I have to go
Who should get to say what I believe in
Who should have the right
What am I going to do with all this anger
Why do I have to fight
(chorus)
Bring your love, sing your love
Wear your love, share your love
(repeat twice)
Bring your love, sing your love
Wear your love, show your sister how
Brothers, sisters, what do I have to say
Brothers, sisters, how do I have to play
Brothers, sisters, who should have the right
Brothers, sisters, why do I have to fight
Whys it so hard to love one another
Love your sister, love your brother
(repeat)
Whys it so hard to love one another
Whys it so hard to love
(chorus)
Sing your love
Share your love
(repeat 3 times)
Love your brother now
Show your sister how
Love your brother now
Show your sister
(repeat)
song performed by by Madonna
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Narida
(clarke / sylvester / hicks)
Na na na na narida
Na na na na narida
Sweet narida backstreeta, no one can beat her at her own game
Joe minnesota owed her, didnt pay, ended up on a different plane
So dont mess around with sweet narida
cos you know no ones gonna beat her
Narida
Sweet narida backstreeta, queen of the avenue girls
Climbed the ladder of success doing
What she knew best have you seen her
Walking down the street in her hoochie-koochie sway
All heads turn, eyes seeing, cant believe it
Knowing what the guys would like to say
But no chance
Narida
Chorus
Hard-headed woman, business-minded, very strong
Self-administrator, didnt take her very long
And I cant blame her turning out the way she did
I cant blame her turning out the way she did
Narida
Sweet narida backstreeta is just gonna carry on
Listening to the whys and wherefores, shepherdess to her flock
So dont mess around with sweet narida
cos you know no one can beat her
Narida
Chorus
song performed by by Hollies
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Without a Hint of Wisdom
Caught up in the 'what ifs' and 'whys'.
And not seeing eye to eye with a reality
That has longed called for their attention!
No one wants to mention that.
They would rather play cat and mouse games.
And play tag with an upcoming disaster!
This will be their glory!
And their claim to fame.
This they play...
Is the ignorant game,
Played their way!
Caught up in the 'what ifs' and 'whys',
Have been those who chose to lie all their lives.
Storytelling their way to prescribed drugs!
And many find them pleasant to be around.
It then becomes no secret kept as to 'why'.
This they play...
Is the ignorant game,
Played their way!
When they are seen caught up,
In the 'what ifs and 'whys' of life.
It becomes clearly understood without question,
They have been detached much longer...
Than they were thought to be deranged!
And 'this' those who know,
Have found attractive to show...
As a destination.
To astound the nonbelievers!
This they play...
Is the ignorant game,
Played their way!
Caught up in the 'what ifs' and 'whys'.
And not seeing eye to eye with a reality
That has longed called for their attention!
No one wants to mention that.
They would rather play cat and mouse games.
And play tag with an upcoming disaster!
This will be their glory!
And their claim to fame.
This they play...
Is the ignorant game,
Played their way!
For lives that stay tricked,
Without a hint of wisdom...
Exiting from their lips!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Apple Of My Eye
Oh sweet love, thou were the apple of my eye
and now I'm left with why?
All the whys that no answers can bring
are all the ones that ring
inside my brain that cannot understand
why you're not here holding my hand.
Why some have so many years together
and ours were not enough.
Why some seem to stoically accept
and for me it is so tough.
I know what they say. Time wii heal
whatever comes our way.
But for me my love, it can't happen.
I need eternity and a day.
Oh sweet love, always the apple of my eye
they cannot tell me why.
For all the answersthat they give
all seem, ike a lie.
Until my eyes can no longer see
what was to me so sweet,
I cannot ever look at life again
for the whys continue to eat
at my apple.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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What If Girls Were More Like Guys?
Girls like nothing more
than making a guy run,
carrying a wish list
that may weight a ton.
Ignoring the work that should be done
to get away and have some fun.
Their actions make some questions rise,
some questions like the whats and whys,
and what if girls
were more like guys.
Not shopping for a thousand years,
not shopping in Macy's
not shopping in Sears.
Then, competition will be men's only fear.
This may be the life that men will like,
no more whats and no more whys,
when girls become
more like guys.
poem by Zoon Attique
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Fussing & Fighting
Whys this fussing and a-fighting?
I wanna know, lord, I wanna know
Whys this bumping and a-boring?
I wanna know, lord, I wanna know now
We should really love each other (love each other)
In peace and harmony (peace and harmony), ooh
Instead, were fussing and fighting (fussing and fighting)
And them workin iniquity (... iniquity)
Whys this fussing and a-fighting?
I wanna know, lord, I wanna know (... know), I wanna know now
Whys this cheating and backbiting?
(I wanna know ...) I wanna know, oh, lord, I wanna know now
(stop your fussing and fighting, stop your fussing and fighting)
(stop your fussing and fighting, stop your fussing and fighting)
We should really love each other (love each other)
In peace and harmony (peace and harmony)
Instead, instead, were fussing and fighting (fussing and fighting)
Like we aint supposed to be (... supposed to be), tell me why
Whys this fussing and a-fighting?
I wanna know, lord, I wanna know, someone, please
Whys this (... bumping and ...) bumping and boring?
(I wanna ...) I wanna know (... I wanna know), lord, tell me now ...
song performed by by Bob Marley
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Fly For Free
A shimmering scarlet Sun is setting
Forever fading away, begetting
Sparkling silver stars to my sight
Winking wildly on this cloudless night.
You step outside, looking to the sky
Your arms outstretched, trying to fly
So I hoist you up high on strings
My angel without any wings
For someone so heavenly
Should be allowed to fly for free.
Such a happy life follows me
When you are all that I see.
Your heart will never stall
With me you’ll never fall.
Do you see why
I search the sky?
With dreams deep in your eyes
Cast aside all the wherefores and whys
Be showered with petals of flowers
Hearts bonded by affectionate showers.
Open your arms wide to me
A ticket to heaven I guarantee
I will make a stairwell of stars
With moonbeam banister bars
By shaking the sidereal leaf tree
Stellar steps allow you to fly for free.
The stratosphere soaks my skin
Air lifting my spirits within.
You thrill the tranquil
So life never stands still.
Do you see why
I search the sky?
Slumbering stars become a shadow
Trying to eclipse the Sun’s amber glow.
The day has only just begun
But we look for mischief and fun.
Many smiles come from prank’s disaster
So much hot air from our laughter
From being such fools and buffoons
Filling ourselves like helium balloons
Until we ascend with grinning glee
Floating on sunwaves to fly for free.
Set afloat on cloud nine praise,
In the sky our souls liaise.
Only you can pull my smile
Until I look somewhat senile.
Do you see why
I search the sky?
poem by Dale Mullock
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Crazy
Heres a little song to make you feel good
Put a little light in your day
These are crazy times
And its all been getting pretty serious
Heres a little song to make you feel right
Send the blues away
Well its a crazy game
Tell me whos to blame, Im kind of curious.
Right if you win, wrong if you lose
Nobody listens when youre singing the blues
Well somethings the matter, but nothing gets done
Oh everyones waiting for a place in the sun
Well something is wrong now
Can something be wrong with me
Oh brother, whys it got to be so crazy...
Gimme little left, gimme little right
Gimme little black, gimme little white
Gimme little peace, gimme little hope
Gimme little light
cause you know it seems that the situations getting serious.
Right if you win, wrong if you lose
Nobody listens when youre singing the blues
Well somethings the matter, but nothing gets done
Theres no use in waiting for a place in the sun
cause something is wrong now
Can something be wrong with me
Oh brother, whys it got to be so crazy...
Oh something is wrong with me
Oh brother, whys it got to be this crazy...
song performed by by Supertramp
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Vest
Why do you wear a vest?
Do you really need to wear it?
When you come to me…
Don’t you think it prevents me
From accessing you directly?
Come to me only with your
Buttoned up tucked in shirt,
Leave the rest to me…
What to do, how to do,
How long and how well to do.
The whys, hows and wherefores
Of doing things to you…
And when I do those things to you,
You’ll come back to me again
And again and again, and those
Endless times and again…
With that vestless shirt of yours
So that I could do those things
To you, unbuttoning so many ways
Of seeking the pleasures in you.
Don’t tell me where to begin.
I know the beginnings and the endings
The tops, the bottoms and the tips
The line breaks and the paragraphs
The commas, semi colons and full stops
All that punctuates to the last dot.
Not to forget your quest of queries
And my answers of exclamations!
I can do it in pairs or in singles
I know all the mixes and the mingles
I know what jerks and jingles!
I just know what you want
I can see it in your eyes…
I can feel it in your quivering voice
I can hear it in your ecstatic cries.
Let me practise before the final play
Let me trace you in your clothes -
And see what your shirt and trousers
Say! Hmmm…Feels Nice.
Doesn’t it? What? You loved it!
Wao! When? Oh, Yes!
I know that feels Nice.
When I touch you on those
Tips of yours, in the collars
And the pockets, on the left,
The right, the sides and the folds
Of that vestless shirt of yours -
And the pivots of your trousers.
Let’s get this over now.
Lots of practice had its way
Let’s now begin the final play
I know and I can feel that Bulge.
The Zip is panting to give you way
But it has to wait, you see…
For the buttons need to be undone
One by one, don’t make haste
Relax…slow down, breathe in,
Breathe out, savour every moment
Of your vestless shirt’s seduction
As the Fun has only just begun!
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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How Salty Win Out
I used to think that luck wuz luck and nuthin' else but luck--
It made no diff'rence how or when or where or why it struck;
But sev'ral years ago I changt my mind, an' now proclaim
That luck's a kind uv science--same as any other game;
It happened out in Denver in the spring uv '80 when
Salty teched a humpback an' win out ten.
Salty wuz a printer in the good ol' Tribune days,
An', natural-like, he fell into the good ol' Tribune ways;
So, every Sunday evenin' he would sit into the game
Which in this crowd uv thoroughbreds I think I need not name;
An' there he'd sit until he rose, an', when he rose, he wore
Invariably less wealth about his person than before.
But once there came a powerful change; one sollum Sunday night
Occurred the tidal wave that put ol' Salty out o' sight.
He win on deuce an' ace an' Jack--he win on king an' queen--
Clif Bell allowed the like uv how he win wuz never seen.
An' how he done it wuz revealed to all us fellers when
He said he teched a humpback to win out ten.
There must be somethin' in it, for he never win afore,
An' when he told the crowd about the humpback, how they swore!
For every sport allows it is a losin' game to luck
Agin the science uv a man who's teched a hump f'r luck;
And there is no denyin' luck wuz nowhere in it when
Salty teched a humpback an' win out ten.
I've had queer dreams an' seen queer things, an' allus tried to do
The thing that luck apparently intended f'r me to;
Cats, funerils, cripples, beggers have I treated with regard,
An' charity subscriptions have hit me powerful hard;
But what's the use uv talkin'? I say, an' say again:
You've got to tech a humpback to win out ten!
So, though I used to think that luck wuz lucky, I'll allow
That luck, for luck, agin a hump aint nowhere in it now!
An' though I can't explain the whys an' wherefores, I maintain
There must be somethin' in it when the tip's so straight an' plain;
For I wuz there an' seen it, an' got full with Salty when
Salty teched a humpback an' win out ten!
poem by Eugene Field
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Tilt
Sunday evening down the penny arcade
I see your face in the pinball game
Put in a quarter and it starts to fade
Tell myself it wont appear again
But this is just another game Ive played so badly
Right from the start
And through the bells and buzzers youre still singing sadly
It tears me apart
The higher you fly
The farther you gotta fall
Tilt - youre pushing too hard
Try just another ball
Tilt - so whys it so hard
Keeping it under control
Take it easy take your time, you said
Take me home Ill see you soon enough
You say Im pushing but its in your head
I feel so helpless, you say Im so tough
And now we fight it out until I just cant hear you
I cant understand
When all I want is just permission to be near you
Holding your hand
But nobody said
The lights would keep flashing red
Tilt - youre pushing too hard
Try just another ball
Tilt - so whys it so hard
Keeping it under control
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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I Never Ride Faster Than My Angel Can Fly
I live my days on the wild side,
My Love and life is my wild ride
I travel to and from many lands
I have traveled the hardball and the many sands
I am a true believer in my good Lord
But my bad side can get me literally floored.
I have an Angel that watches my back,
She has all the common sense that I do lack.
So,
I never ride faster than my angel can fly
There is no need telling you all the whys
She holds me and comforts me in my time of need,
And bandages my heart when it starts to bleed.
(repeat)
My angel watches over me, she curbs my behavior
My angel is often been my heavenly savior
My motorcycle flies down the road to redemption
And my Angel keeps me from the lords detention.
So,
I never ride faster than my angel can fly
There is no need telling you all the whys
She holds me and comforts me in my time of need,
And bandages my heart when it starts to bleed.
(repeat)
Motorcyle angel, angel in my heart
Always with me so my life don't fall apart
My heavenly body, my winged delight,
Always has my back in life's wild fight.
So,
I never ride faster than my angel can fly
There is no need telling you all the whys
She holds me and comforts me in my time of need,
And bandages my heart when it starts to bleed.
(repeat)
REB (FEB 2012) Because my angel doesn't fly so fast
poem by Rik Bertrand
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A Slow Song
Music has charms they say
But in some peoples hands
It becomes a savage beast
Cant they control it
Why dont they hold it back
You see my friend and me
Dont have an easy day
And at night we dance not fight
And we need the energy
If not the sympathy
But Im brutalized by bass
And terrorized by treble
Im open to change my mood but
I always get caught in the middle
And I get tired of djs
Whys it always what he plays
Im gonna push right through
Im gonna tell him too
Tell him to
Play us
Play us a slow song
Its late - Im winding down
Am I the only one
To want a strong and silent sound
To pick me up and undress me
Lay me down and caress me
I feel you touch my hand
And whisper in my ear
Ask me how Im feeling now
And I want to get near you
But I cant even hear you
But this is a fine romance
If we have to be so demanding
We need just one more dance to
Leave here with an understanding
And I get tired of djs
Whys it always what he plays
Im gonna push right through
Im gonna tell him too
Tell him to
Play us
Play us a slow song
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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