If the Vikings were around today, they would probably be amazed at how much glow-in-the-dark stuff we have, and how we take so much of it for granted.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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I bet when they weren't fighting, Vikings with horn helmets had to stick potatoes on the ends of the horns, so as to avoid eye pokings to fellow Vikings and lady Vikings.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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8-ball
Underworld---8 ball
Today
Today
I saw a man
Today
I saw a man
Using an empty whiskey flask as a walkie talkie
Today
Today
I saw a man
Today
I saw a man
With a flaming eight ball tattood on his arm
Today
Today
Today
I saw a man
Today
I saw a man
Using an empty whiskey flask as a walkie talkie
Today
I met a man who threw his arms around me
And Ive given
And Ive given
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
Today
We laughed
We laughed
Waiting for a train
For a few
Into the city
Seconds
Today
That white stuff
That white stuff
Waiting for the train
That stuff
Into the city
Thats what makes me feel
Today
Feel
Feel
Today
Feel happy
song performed by by Underworld
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The universe is of the nature of a thought or sensation in a universal Mind … To put the conclusion crudely — the stuff of the world is mind-stuff. As is often the way with crude statements, I shall have to explain that by "mind" I do not exactly mean mind and by "stuff" I do not at all mean stuff. Still that is about as near as we can get to the idea in a simple phrase. The mind-stuff of the world is something more general than our individual conscious minds; but we may think of its nature as not altogether foreign to feelings in our consciousness … Having granted this, the mental activity of the part of world constituting ourselves occasions no great surprise; it is known to us by direct self-knowledge, and we do not explain it away as something other than we know it to be — or rather, it knows itself to be.
quote by Arthur Eddington
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Diary of a Nine Day Poet
Today (Day 1) I writed stuff I thort was pritty neet
I wanna do this poet shit, so that I can complete
Today (Day 2) I wroted tings I thawt was really neat
I one ta do these poem stuff just so I can compete
Today (Day 3) I wroted down some things I thawt was neat
I want to do some poet stuff just so I can compete
Today (Day 4) I wrote some things I thought was pretty neat
I want to do some poetry just so as I’ll compete
Today (Day 5) I’ve written things I think are fairly neat
I want to write poetically so that I can compete
Today (Day 6) I’m writing verse that is a poets treat
Expressing so poetically; you really can’t compete
Today (Day 7) One is just the best that one can be
I’m thinking other lesser folk should focus just on me
Today (Day 8) I give critique whilst looking down my nose
“One shouldn’t stand illiteracy – Does really one suppose”
Today (Day 9) Ones course is done, one writes on this and that
One’s still unread but now one wears a cloak and silk cravat
poem by Stephen Stirk
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Special Day
Today is my day,
and no one elses around.
Today is my day and celebrated all around.
Today my grandparents come and the birds cherp.
Today is my day.
Today is my day I get stuff I wanted.
Today is my day.
and after dinner I get a cake with candels.
Today is my day,
all the way until midight.
Today is my day,
but now it is someones some where else.
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poem by Monkey 7073
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I want justice to be so pervasive that it will be taken for granted, just as injustice is taken for granted today.
quote by Gloria Macapagal Arroyo
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Put a Sock In It
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Many getting sick of the pickiness started.
And when it gets sticky they can not stop.
Instigating agitation with annoyance.
Dropping all they've got to tie a mind in knots.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Can't you see them strike poses and begin to 'cheese'.
Then plop on their knees,
To make their pleas.
These same folks cry about bad luck.
With claims their butts are stuck in ruts.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
And fed up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forever Glow
I wanna watch you glow
I love to see you glow
I wanna see the sun shine out
And heal the aching bones
I wanna set you free
Find sweet harmony
Cause I can see a rainbow now
Smiling through the trees
Glow, glow, forever glow
Glow, glow, forever glow
I wanna let you know
Let the river flow
Find that place to be
Set your spirit free
Lighten up the shade
Bring color to the day
A perfect kind of you
A perfect kind of me
Glow, glow, forever glow
Glow, glow, forever glow
Glow
song performed by by Feeder
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A sobering spirit in Lagen
Can be heard swearing 'Starving's a bargain!
But enough is enough
(Stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff) .'
Then retreats, hunting bargains again.
quote by by Douglas Scotney
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Since obscenity is the truth of our passion today, it is the only stuff of art - or almost the only stuff.
quote by David Herbert Lawrence
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Too bad you can't just grab a tree by the very tip-top and bend it clear over the ground and then let her fly, because I bet you'd be amazed at all the stuff that comes flying out.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Ruffled Up
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
This stuff that's got me ruffled up!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
Because I'm tough enough.
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
This stuff that's got me ruffled up!
I'm gotta beat it.
Since I can't leave it.
To grieve over weeping.
And compare my pains.
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
This stuff that's got me ruffled up!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
Yes!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
Yes!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
This stuff that's got me ruffled up!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
Yes!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
Yes!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
That's got me ruffled up!
I've had it,
With this stuff.
Too many,
Suffer enough.
And too much stuff that corrupts...
Is,
Enough!
I've had it,
With this stuff.
Too many,
Suffer enough.
And too much stuff that corrupts...
Is,
Enough!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
Yes!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
Yes!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
Yes!
That's got me ruffled up!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
Yes!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
Yes!
I'm gonna beat this stuff
That's got me ruffled up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whistling In The Dark
A woman came up to me and said
Id like to poison your mind
With wrong ideas that appeal to you
Though I am not unkind
She looked at me, I looked at something
Written across her scalp
And these are the words that it faintly said
As I tried to call for help:
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark
A man came up to me and said
Id like to change your mind
By hitting it with a rock, he said,
Though I am not unkind.
We laughed at his little joke
And then I happily walked away
And hit my head on the wall of the jail
Where the two of us live today.
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I like
And that is whistling in the dark
Theres only one thing that I know how to do well
And Ive often been told that you only can do
What you know how to do well
And thats be you,
Be what youre like,
Be like yourself,
And so Im having a wonderful time
But Id rather be whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling in the dark
Whistling, whistling
Whistling in the dark
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
Whistling (whistling), whistling (whistling)
Dark (dark), dark (dark)
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The House of Broken Souls
So I guess I'm going back
Yes-I guess I shall return
To a place where hearts are broken
To a place where souls do burn
Back to this place I go
Back again somehow
I must be getting back
I swear I'll go right now
Though this place is dark
Though the souls are dead
Healing is the game
The healing of the head
The body and the soul
A game to go on living
And, they dose me with this stuff
It's this stuff they keep on giving
To hide the pain
To hide the lies
To ignore the pleas
To overrule the cries
They shut us up
They turn the lights
We cannot win
We cannot fight
Oh my lord-I'm back here!
Not again
A cry-A tear
Rolling down this lonely cheek
Of this girl
So lost, so weak
Save her now
She's gone bad!
She's gone crazy!
She's gone mad!
I must know-I must ask
Why right now? Why today?
Is there not another way?
Save me Mom
Help me Dad
I'm so sick
I'm so sad
Pick me up-stop the pain!
It's pouring down
I feel insane!
I've lost it now
And, they do run
Away from me
I'm all of one
Alone at last,
So sad, so cold
I fade away
No longer BOLD
I try to run, I try to fight
I try to kick, I manage to bite
I bite down
And, you sit in pain
You scream outloud
You scream in vain!
'Save me Jesus! '
You do pray
But, the prayers won't save you
Not today.
© Copyright 2008 Nicole Settimi/Dark Lyric Poetry
Dark Lyric Poetry by The Dark Artist Nicole Settimi
poem by Nicole Settimi
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The Ghosts Of Dawn
The Keeper Of The Kingdom Now Has Come Down So Down
To The Earth Below To A Blinding Glow
To A Sound To A Haunting Sound
It Now Can Be Seen It Was Man Not Machine It Was Man Just A Man
Amazed He Survived Amazed To Hear A Sigh
Is There Someone Else Here?
Feverish Laughter Breaks Upon Their Lips
The Tortured From The Hereafter Appear In His Midst
They Dance Whirling Around Him A Sirens Song His Fate
They Begin Singing Softly
"Death Comes To Those Who Hate, Death Comes To Those Who Wait"
"How Could You Lead Us On While You Stayed On High
How Could You Lead Us On To Stay Frozen In Time?"
"How Could I Lead Them On To Something They'd Never Find"
Why Did I Lead Them On To Something That Was Only In Mind?"
And Now He Fades Away
song performed by by ZeroHour
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Luv Your Stuff
(myles goodwyn)
Published by mfg sing sing music/socan - ascap
Everytime I get restless, I see my hand knockin on your door
And everytime Im in a fix baby, I start actin like I need you more
Well Ive been lookin for someone to talk to
And Ive been searchin for a better way
And Ive been runnin all over town, girl
Ive been lookin each and every way, yeah
But you got somethin special
And Im bein on the level with you
You got that thing that moves me, yeah
(great stuff, luv your stuff), mmm, I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff), at five oclock in the morning
(great stuff, luv your stuff), still cant get enough
(great stuff, luv your stuff)
Livin like a fool in flames
You know that I been usin you, girl
And Im the one to blame
But babe, I got my cupboards all stocked and ready
What you get girl, is what you see
And youve been lookin inside my head now
And you got your arms wrapped around me, mmm
I got no thing for our candy
Its your lovin girl, that gets me down
You got that thing that moves me, yeah
(great stuff, luv your stuff), ooh, I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff), send the bill in the morning
(great stuff, luv your stuff), I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff), get busy
I got no sense of reason, I know I gotta make a deal
Its all comin down to somethin baby, its tellin me I got to get real, huh
I got my senses in a tuft, Im all mixed up, my temperatures starting to rise
And I cant seem to stay away from you, girl, I think its more than we realized, yeah
Wont you look what its doin
Its your lovin girl, that gets me down
You got that thing that moves me, yeah
(great stuff, luv your stuff), ooh, I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff), Ill pay the price in the morning
(great stuff, luv your stuff), ooh, I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff)
song performed by by April Wine
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People go back to the stuff that doesn't cost a lot of money and the stuff that you don't have to hand money to over and over again. Stuff that you get for free, stuff that your older brother gives you, stuff that you can get out of the local library.
quote by Frank Black
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Pastel: Masks and Faces
The light of our cigarettes
Went and came in the gloom:
It was dark in the little room.
Dark, and then, in the dark,
Sudden, a flash, a glow,
And a hand and a ring I know.
And then, through the dark, a flush
Ruddy and vague, the grace
(A rose!) of her lyric face.
poem by Arthur Symons
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Shades Of Gray (Master Backing Track Take 98)
When the world and I were young, just yesterday
Life was such a simple game a child could play
It was easy then to tell right from wrong
Easy then to tell weak from strong
When a man should stand and fight
Or just go along
But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
I remember when the answer seemed so clear
We had never lived with doubt, or tasted fear
It was easy then to tell truth from lies
Selling out from compromise
Who to love and who to hate
The foolish from the wise
But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
It was easy then to know what was fair
When to keep and when to share
How much to protect your heart
And how much to care
But today, there is no day or night
Today, there is no dark or light
Today, there is no black or white
Only shades of gray
Only shades of gray
song performed by by Monkees
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Buttercup
This morning there’s blankness in my mind,
which is quite unusual for me to find.
The creative process has all but dried up,
but then I thought of a buttercup.
A buttercup comes to mind with a golden glow,
as though kissed by sunlight for a special show.
As children we placed a buttercup under our chin
and were amazed by its reflection onto our skin.
It was said that if a bright yellow glow was seen,
you preferred butter on your bread to margarine.
A child’s way of passing a warm summer’s day,
as you sat on the grass letting time slip away.
poem by Orlando Belo
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