Once you have the pattern of life of this person, the choreography, so to speak, you have the canvas that you present eight times a week, not without feeling underneath it, but it's not as churning as the discovery process was.
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Then came the choreography... the impact of music and choreography tends to really emphasize an overall feeling of what you really want out of the program.
quote by Peggy Fleming
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I had certain physical limitations that made me change the choreography for myself or made me more interested in choreography only rather than dancing. I have never been a person who wanted to just dance. I have always been interested in developing for other people.
quote by Katherine Dunham
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The omnipresent process of sex, as it is woven into the whole texture of our man's or woman's body, is the pattern of all the process of our life.
quote by Henry Ellis
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Never Let
This silent night makes me want to cry. The loneliness is so much that I really do not know how to express this feeling? Try I do to find an outlet to my feelings but the exact way I do not know? So lonely and so lost I have become, no easy way is present. Nothing was supposed to ever be easy since life is actually about finding the true purpose. Love can always help if love of the right person is present in life. Never let love slip through since love of that person will never ever come back.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Good Times
Something has stuck in underneath my skin
Eyes all looking in for something within
Somewhere in here
Now everything I say gives this all away
Senses deadened again
Nothing lives today
Not in here
Here in your head
Careful what youre feeling on the inside
You should try to remember the good times and the high life
Are you feeling alright?
Felt that I belonged
And now I feel that gone
Where it all went wrong
I traced it all along
Back here again
There was something calling me to negativity
Dark covering me
Shrouding every scene Im cast in
Careful what youre feeling on the inside
You should try to remember the good times and the high life
Are you feeling alright?
Careful when you're feeling out of your mind
You should try to remember the strong lines in the spotlight
Until you're feeling alright
Please answer
Im calling just to find out
If you could be there for me when I crack
The answer came
I found it buried in the trash there
I saw it stare
Careful what youre feeling on the inside
You should try to remember the good times and the high life
Are you feeling alright?
Careful when you're feeling out of your mind
You should try to remember the strong lines in the spotlight
Until you're feeling alright
Careful what youre feeling on the inside
You should try to remember the good times and the high life
Are you feeling alright?
song performed by by Finger Eleven
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Full stop or recess
The life is continuing process
Death can be taken as full stop or recess
Every living thing has to come to an end
We must accept fact and mend
Good moments surface and resurface
We go back to find out or trace
Tears mount in eyes and role out
The life story is just all about
Why do we give respect on death?
Why we go as sad person and lay wreath?
It is inseparable part of life and unavoidable
That is why we praise a person and appreciate it as commendable
You may think, rethink and come to terms
You will set yourself and look to bright side in turn
Not physical existence but past may over take
You will get disturbed for while but surely make
There is nothing like past or present
It is continuous process but really absent
Person is not among you bodily
But it may influence you to grow steadily
Try to come out of shock and lead with fresh move
Any doubt may be done away with or removed
It will give you courage and strong will power
You have respite from heat after rain shower
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Canvas
Oh how she loves her canvas,
The stories that it tells.
Oh how she loves to paint her thoughts,
And etch a perfect spell.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
The memories that it holds.
Oh how she loves to trace the lines,
And tell if new or old.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
Her stability in an unstable world.
Oh how she loves to fret away,
At all of her unfurled.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
A standstill of art and truth.
Oh how she loves the feel of it,
To reminisce her youth.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
A long work of her life.
Oh how she loves the twisted colors,
Splashes of red upon white.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
She crafts each inch with care.
She hides her canvas well away,
Though she often earns a stare.
Do not tell of her canvas,
Keep the secret- she insists.
But perhaps some time take a second glance,
For her canvas is her wrist.
poem by Dayna Mortimore
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I'm Tired Of This World
i'm lost in a world,
that starting to not make sense,
i wish ppl will stop telling me,
stuff is normal,
when in my world,
it's very painful,
for a selfish prick,
to mess up your learning times,
i just wanted to be accepted,
but now it don't seem like ppl accept me,
they just don't see,
why i'm so different,
and sometimes everything they want,
i feel like at times,
i am either this sexual being,
and other times i am a nun,
that would be happy,
in a world without sex,
ppl i want to understand me,
are ppl who just don't get it,
to them it feels like,
'oh she going throught that again? '
like i even have a choice,
right now i choose to end my life,
but i know that won't solve much,
what will it really do?
the ppl i care for,
i won't get to see,
my life i'm trying to start,
i won't see the finish project,
i hate feeling this way,
it's a strong feeling of anger and hate,
i hate it,
i'm use to being a loving person,
not this person that want to hurt men,
just becuz one man hurt me,
but i have to realize,
that not guys are the same,
some are nice and some are jerks.
poem by Mona Martinez
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Idol has pretty much taken me out of my recording and out of my choreography. I have managed to slip in some choreography jobs. And I've been writing songs for other artists.
quote by Paula Abdul
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The Angel At The Top Of My Tree
Slide on over baby
Underneath this mistletoe
Here's a toast to us together
Let me wrap you in this bow.
I'm in the Christmas spirits
No, this one won't be blue
It's gonna be the best one ever
And it's all because of you, baby.
You're the angel at the top of my tree
Best present anybody ever gave me
I got it decorated, all lite up, gift's underneath
You're the angel at the top of my tree.
--- Instrumental ---
Let's put on that old movie
''It's a Wonderful Life''
'Cause curled up by the fire
It sure is true tonight.
Let's make a little candle
And the a little later on
We'll make a little love
To that old Bing Crosby song, baby.
You're the angel at the top of my tree
Best present anybody ever gave me
I got it decorated, all lite up, gifts underneath
You're the angel at the top of my tree.
--- Instrumental ---
You're the angel at the top of my tree
Best present anybody ever gave me
I got it decorated, all lite up, gifts underneath
You're the angel at the top of my tree.
Baby, you're the angel...
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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Sorrow
Feeling so lost, even though I am present. Nothing is present, I wish I could feel this feeling. It is better to forget everything about this life. Forgetting sorrow is the only thing I wish. Tunes of life often do not play the music which I desire to listen to. That is the only sad part of life.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Those Times Never Forgotten
Sometimes the best remedy,
That comes to assist one to heal quickly...
Is not the familiar 'cry-on-the-shoulder-kind'!
With a soothing of tears and a warm embrace.
Sometimes some cures are better done,
When that person is left alone.
To figure out how to deal,
With agony, pain and stress on their own.
And hopefully a going through the process...
Will increase an appreciation!
And perhaps the acknowledgement,
Of this is shown.
Sometimes this works!
And at other times...
Be on the alert!
Especially when those 'sometimes'
Most of the time...
Are those times never forgotten,
By the ones turned away the first time.
You know...
There are those times that come,
When 'some' people have none to spare!
To express an empathy or caring.
And we all will have those times,
When a comforting should have been extended.
And a selfishness not to listen...or pretend,
Reveals more than what had been intended.
And...
Even though a healing process does occur?
The hearing of it,
Never seems to end.
With reminders left to dig deep under the skin.
'WHY?
Why are you still harboring on that?
How long do you want me to apologize?
For the rest of my life? '
~I hadn't thought of that as an option.
Let me give that some thought!
Thank you for the suggestion.
I appreciate that.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Chapter
All have chapters in this life. Since the birth a story started to be written about people present. Our link starts to be with others who were mostly strangers to us. A liking starts to be and that liking even turns into love. This special feeling starts to be realized and when the person whom we love leaves us then it happens to be end of joyful feeling. Tears fill the life in a very cruel manner. This feeling pains and nothing is known anymore. This forms a chapter of love and life, which is painful.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Week In Week Out
IIs there something more?
Surely there must be
You can't lose everything
So you're quite happy
To live with nothing more
Than a life-long shopping list
You tick off on credit
Well you'll pay for it
Week in and week out
Your lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
Where are you going to turn?
When all ambition fails?
Why try any more
If human nature's stale?
Invite the hand of God
To touch the lucky few
There's no such thing as God
Nor easy money too?
Week in and week out
These lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
Week in and week out
Your lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
song performed by by Ordinary Boys
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Without my husband's costumes I wouldn't have known how to accomplish what I saw in my own mind's eyes for choreography. And then seeing our choreography and knowing the background of it I am sure helped my husband a great deal with what he designed for us.
quote by Katherine Dunham
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Consumed Within the Process
Consumed within the process
That process we call life.
Immuned? Not from this process.
It keeps the vision near yet uncompromised.
And far enough to become realized.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed within the process.
That process we call life.
Immuned?
Not from this process!
It keeps the vision near yet uncompromised.
And far enough to become realized.
Closing its eyes only when it wishes,
To call itself out!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
It keeps the vision in precision,
Until it's in 'all' sights.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
It keeps the vision in precision,
Until it's in 'all' sights.
Consumed.
Within the process.
Just consumed.
Within the process this process.
Consumed.
Within the process.
That process called life!
Don't assume...
This process,
Is a process you can't like!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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0013 A New Poetic Language
If we could only find words for
the freedom, the unbounded energy,
the love, the joy,
the devotion, the care,
the seriousness, the play,
the sensitivity, the abandon,
the surgical precision, the anatomical care,
the discovery, the giving,
the pure animal watched by caring human,
the passion, the attention to every detail,
the sublime choreography, the poetry in motion,
the silent song, the music without pause,
the feeling of immortality,
the sense of gods and goddesses at play
at the centre of Creation
of what we get up to
or down to
in the bedroom
or even
before we manage to get there
there would be some fresh and subtle
poetry made, and after
we emerge from this timeless time
glancing at our watches,
lying into our cellphones,
those telltale diagonal ridges
below our sparkling eyes,
filled with memories still in seed,
above our bruised lips,
sensing touch and air
and hunger and fulfilment
perhaps there’ll speak
a finer poetry about other matters
which love teaches
poem by Michael Shepherd
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There's a pattern when tours start - a pattern of infighting, of making up, of breaking up, of addiction. There's a pattern of going to jail. There's a pattern of passion for music.
quote by Nikki Sixx
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Persuaded to Remember
Wouldn't it be a fantastic discovery,
If it was uncovered...
That the process of thought,
Was a natural occurrence.
And human beings could actually do this,
Independently.
To forget with a forgiveness!
And all bitterness,
Is dropped.
Without assistance to connect dots.
Or persuaded to remember,
Something in their minds to find...
With a need for recurring conflicts to stir,
Nonstop!
Wouldn't it be a fantastic discovery,
If it was uncovered...
That the process of thought,
Was a natural occurrence.
And human beings could actually do this,
Independently.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lightning Creation Flash
traditional painting
new layers applied
to various segments
interactive portions
across most
of surface canvas
after air long
dormant delays
allowing
previous
layer to
completely
dry
drying
process
could
delay vary
several days
to several weeks
canvas talent
stasis dormant
depending
on previous
applied
thickness
layer
a process
not conducive
to rapid
genius mind
strokes
bushing
thought
sight felt
touched
in framed
contrast
unleashed
lightning creation flash
poem by Terence George Craddock
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