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They've pushed me down a big ravine, but I'll get back up to the top.

quote by Tyler Hamilton
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Frankly, alcohol leads to a lot of other things when you start drinking at 12-years old. It is a big problem that needs to be addressed. Frankly, the industry has pushed us back and pushed us back.

quote by Zach Wamp
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If I am pushed I will push back, that is the way I am. I am very British. We don't like to be pushed around. When the chips are down we might have to step into grey areas.

quote by Damon Hill
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Pushed It Over The End

Good lookin millys got a gun in her hand
But she dont know how to use it.
Sooner or later shell have to take a stand
And she aint about to lose it.
All the towns people gather around
Theyve come to see whats going down
Although no one hears a sound
Theres another poor man falling down.
Falling down, falling down.
Falling down, falling down.
On this lazy shore
Standing at the edge of you.
Could those dreams of yours be true
Or did you, did you, did you
Pushed it over the end?
How much time did you spend?
Pushed it over the end.
Good lookin millys into politics now
And things are looking much better
She keeps ten men in her garage
Knitting her fine sweaters.
At the end of a weary day
She feels hard and she looks hard.
Although no one hears a sound
Theres another poor man falling down.
Falling down, falling down.
Falling down, falling down.
I came back for more
And found you waiting at the door
And far inside your walls I called
Did you, did you, did you
Pushed it over the end?
How much time did you spend?
Pushed it over the end.
How much love did you spend?
Pushed it over the end.

song performed by by Neil Young
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Fool Button

Fool button
By: jimmy buffett
1978
I woke up in a strange room
Id never seen before
Weird paintins on the walls
Mirrors on the ceiling
I bolted for the door
Lookin for my rentacar
Was the cordoba blue or red
Tryin to remember where I put the keys
Tryin to remember what I said
Chorus:
I pushed the fool button
My night went haywire
I pushed the fool button
Set my brain on fire
Now I was sittin in the corner of a very laid back bar
A little three piece band playin on the stand
Not knowin what lay in store
In a flash a man with a hat and a harmonica stormed the stage
The crowd went berserk, the band said what a jerk
As he went into a blues rampage
Chorus:
It was a fool palace
Double knit on parade
They pushed the fool button
As the skinny boy played and played
Push it, push it, push it
Try to make a point of protectin the innocent
But none of them can be found
It can happen anytime
Happen anyplace
It can happen in your own home town
If you dont believe my words
Or think my storys true
Get a bottle of rum and a eskatrol
And watch the same thing happen to you
Chorus:
Well push the fool button
Ill meet you in the bar
Well push the fool button
Where everyones a star
(jimmy pushed the fool button)
(he pushed it like a fool, bubba)
(pushin like a fool)
(pushed the button like a fool)
(pushed the fool button)
(pushed it like a fool)
(pushed the button like a fool)

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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You Will Come Back To Me

I am not that man,
You think you understand...
And,
That man you understood...
Wasn't me to move along!
To care less,
How you let somebody else judge me.
But I'm back...
If you'll have me stay in your heart to belong.

There's not a part but a whole of me...
To be who I am,
And...
I'm not a myth.
To be wished up,
Dismissed and pushed away.

No myth am I...
Nor a symbol of some kind to find,
Time to me to give as if...
You have but few seconds,
With me to spare.
And only if...
I'm there AND,
On your mind.

I am me,
The first one you said you saw to love.
But...
I'm no myth,
To be wished up.
Dismissed and pushed away.

Too bad,
I didn't fit the perfect image.
And...
Our kissing didn't feed your needs.
To please a 'forevermore'.
But,
Just know this...
You will,
Come back to me.
But know this...
You will,
Come back to me.

Too bad,
I didn't fit the perfect image.
And...
Our kissing didn't feed your needs.
To please a 'forevermore'.
But...
Know this,
You will...
Come back to me.

I am NOT that man,
You think you understand...
And,
That man you understood...
Wasn't me-and-has moved on,
To care less...
How you let somebody else judge me.
But,
Know this...
You will,
Come back to me.
But know this...
You will,
Come back to me.

You will...
Come back,
And...
To me.

Yes you will,
Come back!
And to me.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Past Insanity

As the river flows, so did my hate
Society wondered how much more I'd take
How long did allow myself to be pushed
Until I pushed back

Did I let these things happen to me
Did I have control
Or was I a pawn with strings
Controlled by the evils from hell

I looked for a stranger and what did I see
A reflection of a stranger that
Lied to me

I damned that stranger
From where it came
Then my sanity ripped
As I went insane

No one could reach me
Did they try
Was I saved
Or did I die

poem by Matt Mondschein
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Muzzle Of Bees

There's a random painted highway
And a muzzle of bees
My sleeves have come unstitched
From climbing your tree
And dogs laugh, some say they're barking
I don't think they're mean
Some people get so frightened
Of the fences in between
And the sun gets passed from tree to tree
Silently, and back to me
With the breeze blown through
Pushed up against the sea
Finally back to me
I'm assuming you got my message
On your machine
I'm assuming you love me
And you know what that means
Sun gets passed, sea to sea
Silently, and back to me
With the breeze blown through
Pushed up above the leaves
With the breeze blown through
My head upon your knee
Half of it's you, half is me
Half of it's you, half is me

song performed by by Wilco
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I have always been pushed by the negative. The apparent failure of a play sends me back to my typewriter that very night, before the reviews are out. I am more compelled to get back to work than if I had a success.

quote by Tennessee Williams
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Passage

Where the cedar leaf divides the sky
I heard the sea.
In sapphire arenas of the hills
I was promised an improved infancy.

Sulking, sanctioning the sun,
My memory I left in a ravine,-
Casual louse that tissues the buck-wheat,
Aprons rocks, congregates pears
In moonlit bushels
And wakens alleys with a hidden cough.

Dangerously the summer burned
(I had joined the entrainments of the wind).
The shadows of boulders lengthened my back:
In the bronze gongs of my cheeks
The rain dried without odour.

'It is not long, it is not long;
See where the red and black
Vine-stanchioned valleys-': but the wind
Died speaking through the ages that you know
And bug, chimney-sooted heart of man!
So was I turned about and back, much as your smoke
Compiles a too well-known biography.

The evening was a spear in the ravine
That throve through very oak. And had I walked
The dozen particular decimals of time?
Touching an opening laurel, I found
A thief beneath, my stolen book in hand.

''Why are you back here-smiling an iron coffin?
' 'To argue with the laurel,' I replied:
'Am justified in transience, fleeing
Under the constant wonder of your eyes-.'

He closed the book. And from the Ptolemies
Sand troughed us in a glittering,, abyss.
A serpent swam a vertex to the sun
-On unpaced beaches leaned its tongue and
drummed.
What fountains did I hear? What icy speeches?
Memory, committed to the page, had broke.

poem by Harold Hart Crane
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Need Someone To Hold

The sun came up and pushed away the clouds.
Stumbled back to my room, really dont know how.
I wont wake up til this afternoon,
Been out walkin all night again.
Stranger here tryn to have fun.
Far from home; its just begun.
Chorus:
Give out the warm, it comes back cold.
Oh, god, I need someone to hold.
The coffees cold, its gonna have to do.
My feet are shot, feelin hungry too.
People dont have a thing to say.
Feel your dignity slip away.
Wont wake up til this afternoon.
Waste of time cause theres nothing new.
Chorus
Chorus
A city nice as this one should be kind.
It pushed me down, really dont know why.
When I wake up this afternoon,
Another day to make it through,
Might get lucky and find a dime,
Things dont change, gonna give up tryin.
Chorus
Chorus
Give out the warm, it comes back cold.
(repeat 5x)

song performed by by Creedence Clearwater Revival
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Unable To Link...

your inability to link
even to the simplest vowel
have given birth
to more consonants
and being so
the world cannot anymore speak
and now no one hears
what ought to be said...

it is always a series of departures
a train not stopping
and without breaks it falls on a deep ravine
without the vowels
you shout for help and now it comes back to you
the misfortunes that you are giving
the consonants bury you
soundlessly.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Itsy Bitsy Spider's Mrs

Itsy Bitsy Spider had it tough from the very start,
All he really wanted was to win the Mrs' heart,
But Mrs Spider was angry after a huge fight,
And scurried up the water spout, away from Itsy's sight.

So up went Itsy to the top of the water spout,
But when he reached the top the Mrs gave a shout,
Her rainfall of tears made him run back down,
And that's when Itsy decided to go to town.

Round and round Itsy ran, round and round the town,
"Help! " he yelled, "Help, help! The Mrs pushed me down! "
"I cannot take this pain" he cried, "We haven't spoken for hours"
And a kindly young gentleman said, "Why not give her flowers? "

Flowers, Itsy thought, that will prove I'm devout,
So up went Itsy, up the water spout.
The Mrs pushed him down again, tears in her eyes,
And quite distressed, Itsy gave an unhappy sigh.

Round and round Itsy ran, round and round the town,
"Help! " he yelled, "Help, help! The Mrs pushed me down! "
"I cannot take this pain" he cried, "I saw a tear in her eye"
And a jolly old baker said, "Why not make her a pie?

A pie, itsy thought, that will be the best tack,
So Itsy went up the water spout with a pie on his back.
The Mrs pushed him down again, moaning words of hate,
And Itsy didn't know how to make her emotions sate.

Round and round Itsy ran, round and round the town,
"Help! " he yelled, "Help, help! The Mrs pushed me down! "
"I cannot take this pain" he cried, "She says all we have is hate"
And a pretty little girl said, "Why not bring her on a date? "

A date, Itsy thought, that will ensure forgiveness!
So Itsy clambered up the spout, not wanting any less.
The Mrs pushed him down again, after her tears had rained,
And Itsy wished he could prove that his love was not feigned.

Standing at the bottom of the spout Itsy wondered what to do.
He thought and thought and then suddenly, he knew!
The way to win the Mrs' back was to simply tell the truth,
It can't be so hard, he thought, I've loved her since our youth.

At the bottom of the spout Itsy yelled to Mrs,
"My dear, my dear, how I miss your kisses! "
"I miss your lively eyes and your happy smile,
I need you back right now, if only for a little while".
"Please, oh please, you cannot just say goodbye,
Because if you don't forgive me, I know that I will die"

At the top of the spout the Mrs' rain stopped flowing,
Before Itsy new it, sunshine was growing.
Itsy saw the sun in her eyes and climbed swiftly to her side,
And Mrs Spider beamed at her husband with joy and pride.

poem by Lenore Lee
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The Bed of the World

The great bed of the world
arching over graves
over Babi Yar
with its multitude of bones,
with battalions of screams
frozen in a concrete glacier,
with pillows of earth
and comforters of green grass
covering all that dead flesh.

Dead flesh shall live again-
a dream in god's endless night-
rise green out of the earth
as grass, as trees, as tomato stalks
bearing a bright red fruit
and the feuds of man-and womankind
shall be fed again from the same seeds:
the tomato, the mythic pomegranate, the biblical apple
all rising from the grass that springs
out of the screams of stopped mouths.

Sometimes I dream
that my bed is built over a ravine,
the ravine of Babi Yar, any ravine
where thousands died
and I moan in pleasure to propitiate the earth,
to make fruit ripen
and trees wave green leaves like banners
all because love can touch me still.

It is never enough to create.
The beast must feed its meat teeth too.
Out of the screaming mouth of earth
we feed the grass that covers
all our beds.

I wish I did not know all that I know.
Galaxies spin, grass grows, and people kill.
We are the only race to murder for our dreams-
and not for hunger,
hungering for dreams

poem by Erica Jong
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Pink Plastic Princess.....

There she sat, head tilted back in elegance
Pushed
By her father in her
Pink plastic chariot
Barely two years old

With golden multicultural skin
A crown of silken shiny curls
Framed her gorgeous face of regency
Style, heirs and grace

And she knew

She was fabulous
As she was whooshed past my
Car window
Off through the grey sordid concerete
As a bright cheery spot
Pushed by her proud, proud father
Gracefully
Picking her tiny
Button nose

poem by Karen Sinclair
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Soul Song

I will be waiting,
with a song in my soul,
a fortunate weakling,
which I have foretold,
He raises his arms tied,
above the abyss,
singing his sweet song,
his melody opens up the sun,
Freedom raid,
God has come,
Rivers of blood,
pushed back in my veins,
She sleeps with her eyes closed,
to dream of the past,
her mind has gone blind now,
while the memory closes up this sun,
freedom rain,
God has come,
Rivers of blood,
pushed back in my veins,
[yeah]
I will be waiting,
with a song in my soul,
a fortunate weakling,
which I have foretold
(like saturation, i do believe this song was recorded by grey daze,
and not linkin park, even though chester's voice is still unmistakable

song performed by by Linkin Park
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Monster

You think you know me?
You don't know the half of it.
You think you scare me?
I'm just pushing back the wrath again.

I'm a beast inside soon you'll see
That you don't know the smallest part of me

Pushing against the walls within
I'm living in anger
And drowning in sin

Just one dropp of blood is all I need
To finally set free,
The evil thing inside of me.

You pushed me too far
Now it's your turn
To get pushed around,
In hell you'll burn

I follow you close,
Silent like a mouse
I wait till you stop outside your house

I do it fast,
But deadly as a demon
Hold you down
And know there's no screaming''

I whisper the words of death in your ear
Your muffled cries,
That no one will hear

I hold your head up till I see your throat
I sink my teeth in until you choke
Your eyes roll back inside of your head
One look at you and I hope you are dead

Now you're the victim,
And I'm the haunter
One look at him
And I know I'm a monster

poem by Katie Evans
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Spring

Duvet was pushed aside
In sleep.
I opened my eyes.
The blowing wind
Pushed open the window.
Carrying sudden warmth
The morning sun peeped in.
The nature's joy of escaping from sluggishness
Saw in bloomed Poinciana.
It's springtime.

poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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Memory.

Memory of your mother
rolling pastry
and you watching

her hands
and the rolling pin
and the way the pastry

was pushed down
and out
and then she took

the pastry
and put it over a dish
and spooned in

the cooked beef
and onions
and then placed another

rolled out piece
of pastry on top
and forked down

the edges of the pastry
and she said
do you want

the end clippings?
and you said
sure why not

and she gave you
the clipped off pasty
raw in your hands

and you began to eat
noticing how red
and raw and worn

her fingers
and hands were
and how tired

her eyes looked
and wiping hair
from her eyes

with the back
of her floured hand
she pushed out a sigh

and you saw there
how a thousand dreams
of young girls die.

poem by Terry Collett
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Pushed and Startled

Pushed and startled,
Out from the box.
Uncorked inside this bottle,
To try to stop...
A blowing of a top.

Some drag their feet,
Through situations.
Fearing to meet whom they may greet.
And hating to be seen alone on public streets.
Whether tripping in or out of secret disguises.

Pushed and startled,
Out from the box.
Uncorked inside this bottle,
To try to stop...
A blowing of a top.
Beginning a mind rot...
With an unforgiving steam screaming nonstop.

Pushed and startled,
Out from the box.
Uncorked inside this bottle...
That could blow a top,
To pop-aloud!

Pushed and startled,
Out from the box.
Uncorked inside this bottle...
That could blow a top,
To pop-aloud!
And beginning of a mind rot!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So I've been pushed farther and farther out into the mountains, but at the same time realizing that that experience is really nice and I'm glad I'm getting pushed out there farther.

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