The more love I craved, the more distant and abusive he grew. The role I longed to play was never written into Ryan's script: daughter.
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The Puppeteer
Manipulate my every move.
I am under your control.
I do just as you make me do.
I'm there to play your role.
I am at your whim and beck and call.
Do with me what you may.
You make me do things I don't want to do.
But this is how you play.
The script is how you wrote it out.
You make me read my lines.
Your story it hurts me way too much.
But it's all by your design.
If I revolt, you pull your hand.
I fall onto the ground.
So I have to be who you want me to.
I dare not make a sound.
Then when you are all done with me,
Back in the box I go.
But I'm there for you each and every time.
You want to have a show.
For you, you are my puppeteer.
I'm in the palm of your hand.
Without you I am limp and lifeless.
For I have no legs to stand.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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I love the script and I just thought it was a great role. Like I say, it's like this - the script is like this sad, funny, desperate love song to the lost American man.
quote by Oliver Platt
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To Unborn Son And Daughter
Love not the son less
But he loved the son
Not to be born and burned
In the turbulence
And pathos and chaos
Of the barren earthly bond.
He loved to sleep
With his unborn son
He loved to talk and play
With the yet not born son
As none could enslave
As none could persecute
As none could chain
His yet to be born son!
She loved her daughter
To be in the womb
And not to advance
From embryo to fetus
As she never longed
Her daughter to fly
Like a butterfly
Loitering the flowery garden!
She talked to her daughter
Whose tickling heart
In the womb stuttered
And yearned for a lullaby
To sleep in dreams!
Her humming of lullaby
Was like a wailing
That made her daughter
Lose the sleep and the balm!
She faced the vultures
With shocking flutter of wings
That hook her daughter
In its sharp nails!
She talked to her
Not born daughter
Not to take birth
As birth is burden
And an unending ordeal!
He and she decided
To perish the love flowering
And to part to embrace
The pain of love broken
For not to father a son!
For not to mother a daughter!
poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan
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Being an actor myself I realize that all actors believe they are qualified to play any role. If you showed me a script with a black woman character I would tell you that I could do it. That is what we do. We act as if we are someone else.
quote by Richard Masur
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The role of Charlie Eppes has changed me. I never imagined I would play a role like this. I lost some weight, grew my hair and now every woman in America over 40 wants to date me. It's their daughters I want to convince. The truth is all this talk makes me blush. Me, I look in the mirror and all I see is this Jewish kid from Queens.
quote by David Krumholtz
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Seeking the truth
Love I earned, money I craved,
Women I longed for, and fame sought
Went meaningless and stand hollow
The time I started knowing their ends.
03.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Written In Sand
Your eyes are the color of the sea
You look my way and the waves
Wash over me
Your body shivers with the
Fading light
You say, baby, lets just make
It last tonight.
And when the morning comes
You take me by the hand
And say our love is written in sand
Written in sand
We hear the ocean roar
Were swept away on to some
Distant shore
You whisper secrets of the heart
They keep us close when the
World keeps us apart
Until tomorrow comes
Time is on our hands
Because this love is written in
Sand
Written in sand
Solo
Nothing lies between
A woman and a man
When their love is written in sand
When their love is written in sand
When their love is written in sand
song performed by by Santana
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And With This Thirsting Craved
With a thirsting craved.
And a hunger of desire...
They believed,
In achieving.
And needed this done...
To satisfy,
What they felt inside.
With a discipline uncommon,
They met and rid themselves...
Of obstacles.
And affirmed success,
Would be theirs!
Or they would not rest.
With this thirsting craved.
And with this thirsting craved,
Everyday there were dues to pay.
And naysayers with nothing positive to say...
But would not get in the way of those who craved.
Those who stayed focused night and day, praying!
Until nothing but Sun would beam from their faces!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mr. Finney's Turnip
Mr. Finney had a turnip,
And it grew, and it grew,
And it grew behind the barn,
And the turnip did no harm.
And it grew, and it grew,
Till it could grow no taller;
Then Mr. Finney took it up
And put it in the cellar.
There it lay, there it lay,
Till it began to rot ;
When his daughter Susie washed it
And put it in the pot.
Then she boiled it and boiled it,
As long as she was able;
Then his daughter Susie took it
And put it on the table.
Mr. Finney and his wife
Both sat down to sup;
And they ate, and they ate,
Until they ate the turnip up.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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What Happens behind closed doors (lies the child in me)
Out in public
she's a lady
She's repectful
and kind
Her daughter and her
seem happy together
You could never tell
how distant they are
Her daughter can't confide in her
Shes ashamed of who she is
This girl ain't special
she's just scared
Her mother knowing her would be the end
this girl don't need another friend
Behind her closed door she will stay
never to come in the sun to play
poem by Jasmine Thompson
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The Poem Perpetually Longed For
THE POEM PERPETUALLY LONGED FOR
The poem perpetually longed for
Is like the love
One wanted to spend one’s life with
The love that came and went away
And will never return again.
The Poem Perpetually Longed for
Is like a second love
Never as young as the first
Loved with an old man’s love
The Poem Perpetually Longed for
Is like a love held in heart
To the end of one’s days
A love one will be buried with
forever.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Ravi Shankar’s Daughter
Ooh – I am in love with Ravi Shankar’s daughter
And she doesn’t even know
Do you think her mother knows what she brought us
Do you think her father shouts from the hilltops?
Ooh – I am love with Ravi Shankar’s daughter
And she really should know
My sweet love – Alleluia
I really want to see you - My sweet lord
I really want to be with you
So I can always hear you play
Hare Krishna
I am in love with Ravi Shankar’s daughter
The spirit in her fingers makes my body quiver
Ravi Shankar’s daughter
Rave Shankar’s daughter
Conduct your life like an Indian Master
The best is still to come in the ever after
Love and space dust inside each and all of us
The coiled serpent – the all Seeing Eye
poem by Michael WheelerWyatt
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I'm a sucker for a funny script. And then, as soon as I don't wanna be, one comes along and grabs me.
Life Is But A Stage
Like a fly drawn to a web... As I am to you,
The scent of you fills me with hope only to be dashed,
Trapped once more in your deceatful embrace,
My lungs no longer expand with the breath of life,
Your embrace has become like a death grip upon my soul,
No longer able to see the truth from the lie,
Like a second rate actor who has forgotten his lines,
Desperately hoping someone will share life's script,
All the scenes have become like a blurr of agony,
The writer abandoned this play as a lost cause long ago,
But the play goes on regardless,
So we have to endure opening nights pain,
There shall be no encore to this portrait of existance,
Lights shall dim, audiences shall vanish,
Some may laugh, others may weep, some may ponder,
But the play shall end... And all shall cease to be,
What shall you learn from the role of your life? ...
Spread the love... The peace will folow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Abused Love
She was a stout little girl who grew up in a semi-abusive world
Physically and emotionally
Yeah what a ride it was
Most people don’t understand how much pain it causes and how much hurt it does
But I can relate
A scared little girl is the perfect hitting bait
So leave her on the floor to cry
Broken and bent and ready to die
Tears roll down her face
As she sits with her heart beating at a slow and uneasy pace
She draws a short breath
Not knowing her life will soon be taken by that thing we call death
Her vision is getting blurry by all the tears she’s shed
Her mother came in two hours to find her daughter dead
Yeah in the corner were she laid
Her mother dropped to her knees and tried to come to her baby’s aid
But it was to late her daughter was gone and there was nothing she could do
She let the man she loved beat her daughter dead blue
On the contrary dear child rest in peace
You’re in a better place
He can no longer hurt you
Or beat on your pretty face
poem by Charlie Watson
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We have been given a role to play. We have been asked to provide, to give lectures on the role of Islamic development and the way we do it here, so the people who are Muslims there would understand what the role of Islam is.
quote by Abdullah Ahmad Badawi
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When Does A Thought
When does a thought
become a theory
become a poem play
movie script or book?
When it is written out
neat complete on paper
or saved on electric screen?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Vengeance Is Sweet
When I was young I longed for Love,
And held his glory far above
All other earthly things. I cried:
'Come, Love, dear Love, with me abide;'
And with my subtlest art I wooed,
And eagerly the wight pursued.
But Love was gay and Love was shy,
He laughed at me and passed me by.
Well, I grew old and I grew gray,
When Wealth came wending down my way.
I took his golden hand with glee,
And comrades from that day were we.
Then Love came back with doleful face,
And prayed that I would give him place.
But, though his eyes with tears were dim,
I turned my back and laughed at him.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Every role you play is literally - and I've said this before - every single role that you play, the only way you can connect to that character is because that was a piece of you that was scattered around that yard, almost like we got caught up in some whirlwind.
quote by Terrence Howard
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A child's perspective....
There's an angel in the curtains
mummy, mummy come and see.
Daughter, daughter I can see her
she's as pretty as can be!
Why is she in the curtains?
Mummy, mummy tell me do.
She is your guardian angel
and she watches over you.
Will she come and play with me?
I've great games we could play.
No dear, you must find some friends
and they will play those games.
So if she's my guardian angel
who watches over her?
Daughter darling daughter
God watches over her.
And mummy, mummy tell me
who watches over God?
No one, darling daughter
but we can give God love.
Then mummy I will love him
by morning and by night.
I don't want him to be lonely
when he's in bed at night.
poem by Ruth Walters
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