A nickname is the heaviest stone that the devil can throw at a man. It is a bugbear to the imagination, and, though we do not believe in it, it still haunts our apprehensions.
quote by William Hazlitt
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A World View From The Wounded And The Oppressed
i have a stone
in my hand
i do not have to polish it
since i have to throw it against the world
The world is a big face
The stone is thrown straight to its pair of eyes
That is why it is blind
it is deaf
and i do not have to throw another stone
to perfect
its indifference
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Tenants Of The Little Box
Throw into the little box
A stone
You'll take out a bird
Throw in your shadow
You'll take out the shirt of happiness
Throw in your father's root
You'll take out the axle of the universe
The little box works for you
Throw into the little box
A mouse
You'll take out a quaking hill
Throw in your head
You'll take out two
The little box works for you
poem by Vasko Popa
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Sometimes you have to be careful when selecting a new nickname for yourself. For instance, let's say you have chosen the nickname 'Fly Head'. Normally, you would think that 'Fly Head' would mean a person who had beautiful swept-back features, as if flying though the air. But think again. Couldn't it also mean 'having a head like a fly' I'm afraid some people might actually think that.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Imagination
I look at photographs of you
Sweat and shame till the sun comes through
I think of things I ought not to
Ive hung your memory on the wall
A life-size portrait ten feet tall
I feel my skin begin to crawl
Suddenly I see you take a breath
And out of the cameras you come through
Is it you
Must be my imagination
Must be my imagination
Must be the shock waves of the moon
The entertainment of a lonely room
The devil playing that same old tune
cause something strange is happening to me
Feel in the land of make believe
Please look me up and swallow the key
cause I feel your fingers running through my hair
I feel the human touch of you
Must be my imagination
Must be my imagination
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Man - A Macrocosm Of Nature's Intelligence
this hair
on its own
is no life
this stone
solitary
on the floor
is no life
the air on
the wind
is no life
let it steal
into the man
and the plant
a whole world
starts to churn
and soil with
the stone too
start becoming life
into the plant
into the man
the sun on
its own is no life
take him out
everything
stops to glow
the tree, man and
sun, stone....
this hair
on its own
is dead
throw in the man
throw in the plant
and the air
and the sun
and the stone
everything
starts
to grow
nature seeps,
breathes
through each
and everything
jigsaw puzzle
the man himself
a macrocosm
of its intelligence
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Haunts Me
It was a long time ago but it still haunts me,
Well the good times are paying, but the bad times they come free,
Its been a good few years in the lonely lane, but still it lingers like a stain,
It was a long time ago but it still haunts me.
Ive got a hole in my head and it just wont let me be,
But some days Im happy, and other days I just weep,
Well if I told you what Id done that day, I know youd never talk to me again,
It was a long time ago but it still haunts me.
All the time Im hanging round, Im dodging all the danger,
I dream of days when I was young, and I was just a stranger.
Now dont you worry yourself, cos your friend now lives in peace,
Even though you had to bury all the evidence in the sea,
They found his hair and his brains in an open bag, at the bottom where the wartime ship had sank,
It was a long time ago but it still haunts me.
All the time Im hanging round, Im dodging all the danger,
I dream of days when I was young, and I was just a stranger.
Haunts me,
Haunts me,
Haunts me,
Haunts me,
Haunts me,
Haunts me
Haunts me, yah yah yah yah yah.
song performed by by Zutons
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Throw It All Away
How could you
Just hurt me
And leave me
(leave me all alone)
How could you destroy my life
How could you throw it all away
What made you
Desert me and deceive me
Why did you just let me down
How could you throw it all away
How could you throw...
How could you throw it all away
Throw it all away
When I gave my all, baby
How could you throw it all away
And I gave my all
How could you throw
How could you throw it all away
Throw it all away
You destroyed my life, baby
How could you throw it all way
How could you
Just lead me
Into thinking
(thinking you would be there)
How could you destroy my heart
How could you throw it all away
I love you
Believe you
And I trusted you
(put all my trust in you)
How could you just let me down
How could you throw it all way
How could you throw
How could you throw it all away
Girl how could you
Throw it all away
How could you just take it all
How could you throw it all away
Oh how could you throw
How could you throw it all away
Throw it all
Throw it all away
When I gave my love
How could you throw it all away
I love you girl
You love me so
Where did we go wrong
I know that i
Gave my all to you
But somehow that wasnt good enough
How could you throw it away
How could you throw it all away
How
Throw it all away
How could you destroy my life baby
How could you throw it all away
How could you throw it all away
How could you throw
How could you throw it all away
How could you throw it all away
Throw it all away
When I gave my all baby
How could you throw it all away
Oh, how could you throw
How could you throw it all away
Throw it all
Throw it all away
How could you destroy my life
How could you throw it all away
Oh, girl I will
How could you throw it all away
Always love you
How could you throw it all away
Forever and ever
How could you throw it all away
song performed by by 112
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Temporary Poem Of My Time
Hebrew writing and Arabic writing go from east to west,
Latin writing, from west to east.
Languages are like cats:
You must not stroke their hair the wrong way.
The clouds come from the sea, the hot wind from the desert,
The trees bend in the wind,
And stones fly from all four winds,
Into all four winds. They throw stones,
Throw this land, one at the other,
But the land always falls back to the land.
They throw the land, want to get rid of it.
Its stones, its soil, but you can't get rid of it.
They throw stones, throw stones at me
In 1936, 1938, 1948, 1988,
Semites throw at Semites and anti-Semites at anti-Semites,
Evil men throw and just men throw,
Sinners throw and tempters throw,
Geologists throw and theologists throw,
Archaelogists throw and archhooligans throw,
Kidneys throw stones and gall bladders throw,
Head stones and forehead stones and the heart of a stone,
Stones shaped like a screaming mouth
And stones fitting your eyes
Like a pair of glasses,
The past throws stones at the future,
And all of them fall on the present.
Weeping stones and laughing gravel stones,
Even God in the Bible threw stones,
Even the Urim and Tumim were thrown
And got stuck in the beastplate of justice,
And Herod threw stones and what came out was a Temple.
Oh, the poem of stone sadness
Oh, the poem thrown on the stones
Oh, the poem of thrown stones.
Is there in this land
A stone that was never thrown
And never built and never overturned
And never uncovered and never discovered
And never screamed from a wall and never discarded by the builders
And never closed on top of a grave and never lay under lovers
And never turned into a cornerstone?
Please do not throw any more stones,
You are moving the land,
The holy, whole, open land,
You are moving it to the sea
And the sea doesn't want it
The sea says, not in me.
Please throw little stones,
Throw snail fossils, throw gravel,
Justice or injustice from the quarries of Migdal Tsedek,
Throw soft stones, throw sweet clods,
Throw limestone, throw clay,
Throw sand of the seashore,
Throw dust of the desert, throw rust,
Throw soil, throw wind,
Throw air, throw nothing
Until your hands are weary
And the war is weary
And even peace will be weary and will be.
Translated from the Hebrew by Barbara and Benjamin Harshav
poem by Yehuda Amichai
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Weak Is The Will Of Man, His Judgement Blind
'WEAK is the will of Man, his judgment blind;
'Remembrance persecutes, and Hope betrays;
'Heavy is woe;--and joy, for human-kind,
'A mournful thing, so transient is the blaze!'
Thus might 'he' paint our lot of mortal days
Who wants the glorious faculty assigned
To elevate the more-than-reasoning Mind,
And colour life's dark cloud with orient rays.
Imagination is that sacred power,
Imagination lofty and refined;
'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower
Of Faith, and round the Sufferer's temples bind
Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,
And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.
poem by William Wordsworth
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Lifeline
Well Im not superstitious
But theres something
Going on inside
Could be friendly, could be vicious
And there isnt any place to hide
Its my imagination
A blessing or a curse
No, I cant ignore it
For better or for worse
It wakes me when Im sleeping
A thief that takes my breath away
And I find myself
Reaching for a lifeline
Throw me a lifeline and
Bring me back in time
I need a lifeline, throw me a lifeline
Im going down for the last time
Sometimes I cant control it
Sometimes it isnt there at all
Sometimes I try to roll it
And wind up staring at the wall
My imagination
I love the games it plays
I get in so deep that I get lost
For days and days
It sometimes leaves me shakin
Standin in the dark alone
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Island Boy
So he saved his money, sold his car
And with his eye set on a Southern star
Got the courage to follow his heart
Set out for a brand new start
He's an island boy
Now he's an island boy
Living his life where stress is the enemy
Now he's an island boy
A stone's throw from St. Croix
He's finally found his piece of serenity
Now he tends bar at the Old Mango
And he sees tourists come and go
With their pressed pants and camera case
Too much sun burned on their face
Now he watches the snow on CNN
With all of his dope-smokin' friends
Just look at the hell they must be in
Swears he won't go back again
He's an island boy
Now he's an island boy
Living his life where stress is the enemy
Now he's an island boy
A stone's throw from St. Croix
He's finally found his piece of serenity
You know the love of his life has always been Emily
She loves the man she sees
In her island boy
Now he's an island boy
Living his life where stress is the enemy
Now he's an island boy
A stone's throw from St. Croix
He's finally found his piece of serenity
Island boy
A stone's throw from St. Croix
Island boy
Island boy
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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Red Devil
I stand on the edge
I can see all the cars
They look like ants
Bright fast paced ants
I look up and see the full moon
Its so bright
My bright ball of light
I take of swig of my tequila
Molten lava slides down my throat
I start to cry and i teeter on the edge
I look out on the city
All the bright lights
So full of life
I close my eyes and remember
I remember my red devil
Its all running through my mind
Im cowering in the corner
I throw my pillow at it
It shakes it off
I throw my teddys at it
It shakes it off
I press my self back against the wall
You crouch and stare at me
I cry and plead
It says nothing and stares at me
I cry and look at the door
I throw my blanket on it and run for it
I get to the door frame and smile
I feel a tight grip on my ankle and i fall n hit my head on the radiatior
I cry and grab onto the door frame
You grab my other ankle and pull me back into the room
I cry and plead
You pull me close to you
Im trapped in the red devils arms
You throw me on the bed
I scratch and try to scream
You cover my face and I cant breathe
Red devil
Red devil
Red devil burning red pain
Blood
Pain
Bodys on fire
Cant scream anymore
Get tired of it
Cant fight anymore
More blood
Red devil
Red devil red hot pain
I claw at the air
Some one save me
No one comes
Red devil wraps me in its arms
It starts to drag me to the red hot hell
I start to shake uncontrolably
My eyes roll back
I awake
Im back on that ledge
I remember it all
I feel the red devil again
Finally hes come back to claim me
He grabs me by my neck and pulls me over
I fall
I spread my arms out
Finally
The end is near
Smash
The end is here...
poem by Vianca Borrero
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Your Imagination
Lyrics & music: daryl hall
I remember when i used to be the jealous kind
I got over it, now you're taking over my old line
You're caring too much about what i say
You're wondering too much about what i do
And baby, your imagination
Imagination's got the best of you
I ain't doin' nothing that you could really say was wrong
Just one oversight and no that didn't last too long
Listen, you're caring too much about what i say
You're wondering too much about what i do
And baby, your imagination
Imagination's got the best of you
Don't know what you're looking for
What's this thing about "true blue"
You know i ain't no danger boy
You're the one i like to touch, touch you, you
When the mood is right, change the light and the moment's gone
Better turn around, 'cause the light doesn't last too long
You're caring too much about what i say
You're wondering too much about what i do
And baby, your imagination
Imagination's got the best of you
Imagination, your imagination
Imagination, use your imagination.
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Haunts Of Ancient Peace
Beside the garden walls,
We walk in haunts of ancient peace.
At night we rest and go to sleep
In haunts of ancient peace.
The love and light we seek,
The words we do not need to speak,
Here in this wondrous way we keep
These haunts of ancient peace.
Let us go there again
When we need some relief
Oh, when I cant find my feet
When I need rest and sleep.
The sunday bells they chime
Around the countryside and towns
A song of harmony and rhyme
In haunts of ancient peace.
The holy grail we seek
On down by haunts of ancient peace.
We see the new jerusalem
In haunts of ancient peace.
Oh, when I cant find my feet
Oh, when I need some relief
One more time again.
You know I want to go there one more time again.
Be still in haunts of ancient peace.
(be still)
song performed by by Van Morrison
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For All You Are Worth
Throw off your shoes
Throw back your hair
Just lie and relax
As if i'm not there.
Throw off your cares
Throw off your woes
Just sit there and smile
And we'll see how it goes.
Throw off your pain
Throw off your hurt
Just sit there and be there
For all you are worth.
poem by David Keig
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Stone Exchange
She knocked and entered
I have a gift for you
What he said
You can't do
In her hand was
A stone
Was she going to throw it
Who knows
She was so unpredictable
With that she smiled
And said this is it
A stone
A simple stone
Purple brown and grey
She placed it on the table
I took it out of my heart
Our hearts
For us
And every morning since
They exchanged stones
From their hearts
Soon they had
A little pile
Of freedom
poem by Harriet James
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When a blind man tells you he is going to throw a stone, know that his foot is on the stone.
Set In Stone
There alive, die as I space you.
That's where I cease the spell.
The devil loves the pain.
Certain victims breath the pain.
Buried, weak the soul.
No more to you.
You're set in stone.
Bow at your feeds and thoughts.
Cold winter, freezing solid with your fights fooling where.
Hear voices say.
Tall toys gone.
Fell aside with heaps of fear.
Dreaded calls springs in year.
One attacks himself from them.
Feel your own spirit.
Spirit say.
Timeout your life.
What's wrong? Your wrong.
We're set in stone.
We're set in stone.
Strike of thirst, in hell its sought.
By devil night we bought.
Heaps of pain, tools of war.
Towards my painful ever sore.
We're set in stoneX4
Over by the trees behind.
Set in ourselves we find.
Power builds, where it hurts.
Come.
song performed by by Obituary
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Einstein, Nicholas, My Fantastic Wife And Our Dog On The Beach At Home
a stone
a relative stone
a meteoric stone
a Newtonian stone
a photoelectric stone
a stone from Manhattan
a thermodynamic stone
one stone
a son
in my life
in my wife
a sun
alone
poem by Nicolas Grenier
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