My music is so often like a lullaby I write to myself to make sense of things I can't tie together, or things I've lost, or things I'll never have.
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Its Now Or Never
evil evil all around us make the
waves rush around us soft silky
things that are just the same evil thing
the tears i cry when it rains
are not a lie they are a shame
i write this poem for you
and me and the things to be
things may not make sense now
or never in this endeavor
its now or never the things we
try when we cry and laugh and lie
i come to a climax to the end to the things we've been
its now or never are very last try a helpless cry......
poem by Salome Leriadu
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Lost In The Music
the music you write
makes my mind soar
the music you write
makes me want to dance
the music you write
is like a lullaby
the music you write
makes my heart jump
the music you write
makes me want to hear it again
the music you write
is like a shooting star
the music you write
makes me fall in love with you
the music you write
is like a shower in a drought
the music you write
is like a dream that i don't want to wake up from
i get lost in the music you write
poem by Brittney Crozier
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Special
I been trying for so long
To get you where I stand
Feel like I been climbing all my life
Everybody told me
I'd never ever get this far
I know I can make it if I try
There's the special things that come your way
?I'll be praying? no matter what they say
Special things that somehow come to you
(come to you, you too, to you, do to, be do, you)
Special things come to you
There's no sense in trying to fight it
When I want something so bad
No, it's not as easy as it seems
Simple things are the hardest
Of the things we do for love
And I won't give up cause I'm not just what it means
The special things you dream about
And the special things you're all about
Special things that somehow come to you
And it's the simple things to just believe
And the special things that you want to see
Special things somehow come to you
(come to you, doo doo doo, to you, doo doo doo)
Special things (doo, doo ahh, you doo)
Do do doo, on you, do do doo, to you
Do doo, ahh, do do doo, too
There's the special things that come your way
?I'll be praying? no matter what they say
Special things that somehow come to you
The special things you dream about
And the special things you're all about
Special things that somehow come to you
There's the special things that come your way
?I'll be praying? no matter what they say
Special things that somehow come to you
And it's the simple things to just believe
And the special things that you want to see
Special things somehow come to you
song performed by by Vitamin C
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Things Are Getting Better
Well I worked for a week and I got no pay.
(things getting better.)
Well my babys coming back home to stay
(things getting better.)
Well shes coming back home, but I havent got a dime
(things getting better.)
But Ive got my love to keep me fine[? ].
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well since my babys been away,
(things getting better.)
Well things got worse from day to day.
(things getting better.)
Well now my babys come back to me.
(things getting better.)
Yeah, itll get better, wait and see.
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well I pawned my watch and I sold my car.
(things getting better.)
The money Ive got wouldnt get me far.
(things getting better.)
But I dont mind now that youve packed.
(things getting better.)
Its a fact, that
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
song performed by by Kinks
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You Feel a Sense of Worthlessness
If those 'things' did not exist,
Would you still be who you are?
They have given you a sense of status.
And without them,
You feel a sense of worthlessness.
And you have paid a price to have them.
Even when they must be taken away...
They seem to stale with the commonplace of their use.
Taken for granted and has seduced...you,
Into shameless needing!
Like an appendage depended upon.
And you?
You try not to feel lost without them!
But you lay craving their use.
Feeling useless.
You can not do without them.
They are attached like a habit.
Like a muscle flexed.
They grow on you to affix themselves.
Like a missing leech recognized when absent.
However...
These taxing blood suckers have no feeling for you at all.
They are just things!
Things.
Things.
And yet those things...
They stay on your mind!
On your mind they stay.
And yet...those things?
If those 'things' did not exist,
Would you still be who you are?
Would you recognize yourself,
Without them?
Who are you anyway?
Do you know?
Have you cared to know?
If those 'things' did not exist,
Would you still be who you are?
They have given you a sense of status.
And without them,
You feel a sense of worthlessness.
And you have paid a price to have them.
Even when they must be taken away...
They seem to stale with the commonplace of their use.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Emptiness Collected (Things)
Things,
People pray for.
Things,
People have.
Things,
All around the people.
And things they have make them sad.
Things,
They ask of God to give.
Things,
They get don't please.
And when they realize it's not things they need...
That touch that is desired and wanted,
Has come to leave...
Them!
With their things!
And a generous offering,
Felt...
Of an emptiness collected!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Days Go On and On
I play. I sing and write a rhyme.
These 3 things consume my time.
and my days go on and on.
I think. I dream and wake up tired.
These 3 things have got me wired
and my days go on and on.
I eat. I drink and watch my weight.
These 3 things can just frustrate
and my days go on and on.
I worry. I stew and then obsess.
These 3 things create a mess
and my days go on and on.
I weep. I laugh and then I swear.
These 3 things make me aware
that my days go on and on.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Disturbance
Where I come from,
people are lost....
cut each other down,
at all cost!
Should I stay and make amends,
leave,
live my life? Pretend?
I have not energy to make things right....
no guts in my soul too fight....
However,
deep,
deep,
inside....
My selfish feeling too....
make things right.
I am a small part in this world,
but my soul is crying to make things heard! ! !
Some direction,
maybe from my God! ! ! !
Yet, tooo tired,
Don't want to work that hard! ! !
: (
So what is a selfish person to do?
Write a poem...and maybe....
leave it to you?
Lost to Memory
I just kinda know these things.
And what these things mean.
And sometimes even 'why'
These things appear when they do.
I know you're not about to ask for an explanation?
And you expect an answer.
'What has been said about expectations? '
Is this a pop quiz?
Or a seriously graded test?
If I knew that,
I'd leave you with a sample of my DNA!
And...
I'm not trying to be accused of knowing too much,
Anyway.
I often thought that those who showed they knew too much...
Were often 'expected' to be accountable.
With much given responsibility.
I can do that...
But why announce it?
I just kinda know these things.
And what these things mean.
And sometimes even 'why'
These things appear when they do.
I guess that's the easier way to get things done...
Just do them!
They will soon be lost to memory anyway!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I get so crazy sometimes,
I feel again I know,
I lost all sense of myself,
I had so many big Ideas
but I always sit on the couch,
In just think and think about things,
that make me crazy
Pacing in circles like something caged
but I am free I just dont know where to go,
Im lost Im lost,
so somebody find me something
somwhere worth doing,
I am here crazy and alone,
I miss the girl I used to be,
but shes to far gone,
that me is out of reach
in this me
gets so crazy sometimes,
i sit here on the couch n think
I think how things used to be,
N I try not to drink.
poem by BladesongRaven Gehrig
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In The Dark
Make me fumble
Make me fall
Make my heart stop and start
To tremble uncontrollably
Let my eyes see fear make desire
Keep those who long apart
Forbid the kiss
And leave us innocent
Of the things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
Make me remember
Make me forget
Make my mind unable
To force the body to do its will
Let it be right for belief and denial
To share a space in the heart and leave us only to imagine
About the things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
Make me pretend
Make me expect
Things can go and come to pass
Without trial or tribulation
Let this life space and time
Leave my body with permanent marks
Faded scars and lines
But not a single impression
Of the things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
Let me be tempted
Let me be torn
But make my thoughts pure and not
Morally corrupt in form
Let us sleep tonight
Let innocence lie in our dreams and secret hearts
With burning desire
A need to know and do
The things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
The things some do in the dark
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Two Things
Two things that come and go—
Happiness and Sadness
Two things that will never leave us—
Fame and Stigma
Two things that will not come back—
Prestige and Life
Two things that come on their own—
Youth and Age
Two things that follow us—
Virtue and Sin
Two things that cannot be contained—
Grief and Desire
Two things that cannot be avoided—
Hunger and Thirst
Two things that bring about a downfall—
Anger and Jealously
Two things that are common to all—
Birth and Death.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Little Things
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Been around the whole world, still aint seen
Nothin like my neighborhood
And of all the fancy satin and silk
My white cotton feels so good
Searched high and low for a place
Where I can lay my burdens down
Aint nothin in the whole wide world
Like the piece that I have found
(its the little things) its the little things
And the joy they bring
(the little things) its the little things
And joy they bring
As simple as a phone call just to make it known
That youre gonna be a little late
Pure as a kiss on a cheek in a word
That everything will be okay
Call in the mornin from my little sister
Singin to me, happy birthday
In the quest for fortune and fame
Dont forget about the simple things
(its the little things) its the little things
And the joy they bring, yeah
(the little things) its the little things
And joy
Give me some roomful, give me seclusion
Give me some peace of mind
Bring me some sunshine, bring me some blue sky
Runnin round in circles, lost my focus
Lost sight of my goal
I do this for the love of music
Not for the glitter and gold
Got everything that I pray for
Even a little more
When I ask to learn humility
This is what I was told
(its the little things) its the little things
And the joy they bring, its the little things
(the little things) its the little things
Oh...hee...
Give me my guitar, bring me a bright star
Give me new clothes, give me some cute shoes
Give me a ladder, give me some matter
Bring me my peace of mind
Give me some stevie, give me some donny
Give me my daddy, give me my mommy
Pour me some sweet tea, spoonful of honey
I dont need no hollywood
song performed by by India Arie
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Things I Do N Dont Do
the things i do for love
the things i do for me
the things i do because im scared
the things i do because im lonely
the things i do coz im failing my self
the things i do for family
the things i do when im angery
the things i try and stop my self doing is suicide
self harming
overdosing
having stomach pumped
drinking
hanging ur self
all help when u think bout it till sum1 stops u
and gets u help
ask a doctor or a friend
dont bottle things up like i do i dont trust me m8s
or family i speak to strangers coz they dont know u
they cant gudge u or make asumstions bout u
the things i do for love
the things i do for me
the things i do because im scared
the things i do because im lonely
the things i do coz im failing my self
the things i do for family
the things i do when im angery
my family and friends push me into situation
i cant handle so i take me blade to my wrist
wait for the blood and get a rush to my head
poem by Claire Finch
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The Things We See
The things we see are the things which make us proud,
because they make people jealous on a daily basis.
The things we see make us to be famous,
because we expose the truth, by promoting honesty.
The things we see make us feel jealous, curious, hopeful,
career driven & self motivated.
The things we see make us feel at home all the time.
poem by kfm Productions
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Shades Of Time
Tell me the things that you see
Or is it some time that you need
All of the things that youve done
Im certain that you had your fun
Go out and make it better
You can make it if you try
Try to make it better
Somebody calls in the night
Says he can make things go right
I know therell soon come a day
Things will start falling your way
Ill try to help if I can
So dont hide your head in the sand, oh no
Why are you feeling so low
Youre wondering where will you go
song performed by by Santana
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What He Gave to Us
I wanted to do something different today
I didn’t know what to do, or even what to say.
I had a feeling deep inside- that made me
Want to scream “ I’m alive”.
I looked around at all the beauties of the earth
And thought about all my worth.
That I was born with all five senses
That the lord had given to me.
The sense to Touch a delicate flower
The sense to Hear a bewitching hour
The sense to Smell what s in the air.
The sense to Taste the juices of a pear
The sense to See the beauty of a pearl
There is another sense that they don’t say
Such as Feelings- of love, to wipe tears away
Feelings cover all aspects of life
It can make things wrong or things right.
Feelings of passion and despair
Of compassion from one who cares
Bitterness, anger, hate and sorrow
Even those make life worth while.
There is so much that we must be grateful for
For GOD has opened all the doors.
He knew that we needed all these things
To make our lives complete.
But there was still something missing
What good was all these senses
If we didn’t have the main sense.
The sense to think and rationalize
All that he had given
That was the thing that would really
Make life worth living.
(08/10/11)
poem by Louis Rams
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til I Die
Im a cork on the ocean
Floating over the raging sea
How deep is the ocean?
How deep is the ocean?
I lost my way
Hey hey hey
Im a rock in a landslide
Rolling over the mountainside
How deep is the valley?
How deep is the valley?
It kills my soul
Hey hey hey
Im a leaf on a windy day
Pretty soon Ill be blown away
How long will the wind blow?
How long will the wind blow?
Ohhhh
Until I die
Until I die
These things Ill be until I die
These things Ill be until I die
These things Ill be until I die
These things Ill be until I die
These things Ill be until I die
These things Ill be until I die
These things Ill be until I die
These things Ill be until I die
These things Ill be until I die
These things Ill be until I die
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Strange Things
I was on top of the world
It was right in my pocket
I was livin' the life
Things were just the way they should be
When from out of the sky like a bomb comes some little punk in a rocket
Now all of a sudden some strange things are happenin' to me
I had friends,
I had lots of friends
Now all my friends are gone
And I'm doin' the best I can to carry on
I had power (power)
I was respected (respect)
But not any more
And I've lost the love to the one whom I adored
Let me tell you about the strange things are happenin' to me
Strange things
Strange things are happenin' to me...
Ain't no doubt about it
You got someone you think you know well
It turns out a stranger
The minute you turn your back
You're in it all by yourself
They laugh at your jokes
You think you're doin' well
But you're in danger, boy
You end up alone, forgotten, way up on the shelf
Strange things are happenin' to me
Strange things
Strange things are happenin' to me
Ain't no doubt about it
Strange things are happenin' to me
Strange things
Strange things are happenin' to me
Strange things
Strange things
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Doesn't Remind Me
I walk the streets of Japan till I get lost
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
With a graveyard tan carrying a cross
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like studying faces in a parking lot
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like driving backwards in the fog
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
Chorus
The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget
I like gypsy moths and radio talk
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like gospel music and canned applause
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like colorful clothing in the sun
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I ilke hammering nails and speaking in tongues
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
Chorus
The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget
Bend and shape me
I love the way you are
Slow and sweetly
Like never before
Calm and sleeping
We won't stir up the past
So descretely
We won't look back
Chorus
The things that I've loved the things that I've lost
The things I've held sacred that I've dropped
I won't lie no more you can bet
I don't want to learn what I'll need to forget
I like throwing my voice and breaking guitars
Cause it doesn't remind me of anything
I like playing in the sand what's mine is ours
If it doesn't remind me of anything
song performed by by Audioslave
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