Men admire the man who can organize their wishes and thoughts in stone and wood and steel and brass.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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To Love the Language
Contraptions built of words can reach
Planets beyond existence.
A guiding voice is needed first,
Then creative persistence.
Not steel or stone, nor wood or rope,
Can match the limitless bounds
Of imagination and language,
Of thought and meaningful sounds.
So any man with tongue or pen,
Or a way with which to write,
Would bless the culture by bringing their mere
Impossibilities to light.
If you think, and if you breathe,
You'll have something to say.
Set your thoughts out, or let them run,
Allow your voice to play.
poem by Liam O'Brien
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Sexuality
Stand up everybody, this is your life
Let me take u to another world, let me take u tonight
U dont need no money, u dont need no clothes
The second coming, anything goes
Sexuality is all ull ever need
Sexuality -- let your body be free
Cmon everybody, yeah, this is your life
Im talking about a revolution we gotta organize
We dont need no segregation, we dont need no race
New age revelation, I think we got a case
Im ok as long as u are here with me
Sexuality is all we ever need
Reproduction of a new breed -- leaders, stand up, organize
Reproduction of a new breed -- leaders, stand up, organize
Reproduction of a new breed -- leaders, stand up, organize
Everybody...
Reproduction of a new breed -- leaders, stand up, organize
One time say...
Reproduction of a new breed -- leaders, stand up, organize
Reproduction of a new breed -- leaders, stand up, organize
We live in a world overrun by tourists
Tourists -- 89 flowers on their back...inventors of the accu-jack
They look at life through a pocket camera... what? no flash again?
Theyre all a bunch of double drags who teach their kids that love is bad
Half of the staff of their brain is on vacation
Mama, are u listening?
We need a new breed -- leaders, stand up, organize
Dont let your children watch television until they know how to read
Or else all theyll know how to do is cuss, fight and breed
No child is bad from the beginning... they only imitate their atmosphere
If theyre in the company of tourists, alcohol and us history
Whats to be expected is 3 minus 3... absolutely nothing
Stand up, organize
We need a new breed...leaders, stand up, organize
I wanna be in the new breed, stand up, organize
Sexuality is all Ill ever need
Sexuality, Im gonna let my body be free
Sexuality is all Ill ever need
Sexuality, Im gonna let my body be free
Sexuality
song performed by by Prince
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Enoughs Enough
So early in the morning
Its the same now every day
Sign your name and number
Cutting from the ball and chain
Never letting go when
The weight was so deceiving
Treading on a turning wheel
Machinery is screaming
Shoulder to the stone again
Praying for the evening
Hiding as the fist hits steel
Chorus:
Enoughs enough
Its eye to eye
Enoughs enough
We cry
Enoughs enough
Of smoke and steel
Enoughs enough
Of turning this wheel
Looking at his picture
Steel did turn the skin to bone
Father I remember
The hands that had to break the stone
Chorus
song performed by by Asia
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Whether you're a newspaper journalist, a lawyer, a doctor. You have to organize your thoughts.
quote by Frederick Wiseman
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Living & Dying
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
In the dirty old city
There is my home
Theres my home, theres my home
There is my home
Nothing really looks pretty
And Ive been alone
Ive been alone, Ive been alone
Ive been alone
And in my heart
Many wishes are crying
Living and dying
And in my heart
Many wishes are crying
Living and dying
In the house of darkness
Theres a magic stone
Magic stone, magic stone
The magic stone
But I couldnt find it
cause the shine is gone
Shine is gone, shine is gone
The shine is gone
And in my heart
Many wishes are crying
Living and dying
And in my heart
Many wishes are crying
Living and dying
Living and dying
Living and dying
song performed by by Scorpions
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None To Boot...
we all search for clarity,
thoughts are like parked cars,
diagonal parking,
like game cards, thoughts
reshuffle,
we organize, arrange,
trying to get most of what
is given,
then we reason out
why we lose,
blame it on random
luck is nil,
then we stop, we tell ourselves
this is just a game,
reality is not yet here
outside the house,
the dog barks, we know
a stranger is coming.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Through The Wood
THROUGH the wood, the green wood, the wet wood, the light wood,
Love and I went maying a thousand lives ago;
Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood
In my heart reflected, because I loved you so.
Through the wood, the chill wood, the brown wood, the bare wood,
I alone went lonely no later than last year,
What had thinned the branches, and wrecked my dear and fair wood,
Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose-thorns sere?
Through the wood, the dead wood, the sad wood, the lone wood,
Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and grey,
You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood
All our own--and withered as ever a flower of May.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Lurker
Meanwhile lurking by a stone in the mud
Two eyes looked to see what I was and
Then something spoke and this is what
It said to me.......
Clothes of brass and hair of brown
Seldom need to breathe
Dont need no wings to fly
Ooh and a heart of stone
And a fear of fire and water
Who am i?
Clothes of brass and hair of brown
Seldom need to breathe
Dont need no wings to fly
And a heart of stone
And a fear of fire and water
Who am i?
song performed by by Genesis
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The Merchandise
To the merchandise of gold,
To the merchandise of silver,
To the merchandise of bronze,
To the merchandise of ivory,
To the merchandise of precious stone,
To the merchandise of brass,
To the merchandise of pearls,
To the merchandise of cars,
To the merchanidse of bauxite,
To the merchandise of fine linen,
To the merchandise of houses,
To the merchandise of wine,
To the merchandise of oil,
To the merchandise of luxuries,
To the merchandise of weapons,
To the merchandise of coffee,
To the merchandise of purple,
To the merchandise of wheat,
To the merchandise of sheep,
To the merchandise of timber,
To the merchandise of cattle,
To the merchandise of iron,
To the merchandise of horses,
To the merchandise of fruits,
To the merchandise of frankincense,
To the merchandise of cocoa,
To the merchandise of scarlet,
To the merchandise of precious wood,
To the merchandise of silk,
To the merchandise of chariots,
To the merchandise of commercial planes,
To the merchandise of slaves,
To the merchandise of private jets,
To the merchandise of marbles,
To the merchandise of war planes,
To the merchandise of scented wood,
To the merchandise of fine flour,
To the merchandise of incense,
To the merchandise of cinnamon,
And to the merchandise of fragrant ointment;
But the day comes when we will all cry.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Man Aint Made Of Stone
(gary burr/robin lerner/franne golde)
I was supposed to be the rock that you could stand on
Stronger than an old oak tree
But all you ever wanted was the one thing
I never let you see -
The tender side of me
I tried to be a mountain, solid and strong
All it took was your leaving to know I was wrong
A man aint made of stone
A man aint made of steel
The way I feel right now
I thought Id never feel
Sometimes all it takes
Is facing the night alone
And thats when you know
A man aint made of stone
In this world of mine
There was no room for weakness
I covered every crack in the wall
But there aint no way that I can keep this secret
Cos when you go like jerico I fall
You thought I wouldnt shatter
Would I even care?
But theres more to what Im made of
Than this broken heart can bare
A man aint made of stone
A man aint made of steel
The way I feel right now
I thought Id never feel
Sometimes all it takes
Is facing the night alone
And thats when you know
A man aint made of stone
Sometimes all it takes
Is facing the night alone
And thats when you know
A man aint made of stone
Thats when you know
A man aint made of stone
song performed by by Randy Travis
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My place of dreams is not your place
My dreams are of these kinds
Inside the portals of my sleep
It is not for you to live here
Everything is so flimsy
Ephemeral and
Gossamer-like
So disappear, go away where you
May feel alive
Where you are
Living a life concrete as a stone
A landmark of iron
And steel and sounding cobblestones
My thoughts are see-throughs
That you cannot touch
With your fingers
They go through like the air that
You want to grasp and hold
Because in truth my words are fire
And flames
These are the thoughts of the world
When no man was yet created
When no man was yet alive
It is not your kind of thoughts
Your kind of dreams
These words I have been weaving
Inside my heart and mind
They will surely burn you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ode to the Wobblies
I am decent college student
Who does like to roam
To travel many a mile around
And to go and go
I like to roam everywhere I can
Without rime or reason
I will go ever I can go and roam
In the summer season
To roam is to go and go some more
And to leave thy home behind
To go out here and everywhere
To ride to ride to ride
I will I say go near and far
To every mine and mill
To help to roam and a ways know
That the union lives still
That I will help every union man
Striking on the line
That they may go and organize
out with their picket sign
Telling the boss that they want
To get their fare share
To get every thing that they need
Here there everywhere
Oh this I will say to you
That I will be there
When worker start to organize and strike
It’s I who will share
in the triumph and in the fight
in the beatings that come
I will stand among us you all
Standup now endure
For working men across this land
I will say once again
That where men organize that ‘s were we win
At ever river bend
That we may win the good fight
All across this land
That we may stand and fight
All across the dessert sand
That we may win this great battle
All across this land
From California to New York
To the beaches and
From north to south east to west
And everywhere in between
When working men organize and fight
That’s were the Wobbllies will be
Am I in ballad meter?
poem by Timothy Young
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Living And Dying
In the dirty old city
There is my home
There's my home, there's my home
There is my home
Nothing really looks pretty
And I've been alone
I've been alone, I've been alone
I've been alone
And in my heart
Many wishes are crying
Living and dying
And in my heart
Many wishes are crying
Living and dying
In the house of darkness
There's a magic stone
Magic stone, magic stone
The magic stone
But I couldn't find it
'Cause the shine is gone
Shine is gone, shine is gone
The shine is gone
And in my heart
Many wishes are crying
Living and dying
And in my heart
Many wishes are crying
Living and dying
Living and dying
Living and dying
song performed by by Scorpions
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Dependent On Their Sentiments
If I sat with thoughts,
About what others think.
I would be dependent,
On their sentiments.
And my own thoughts would be abandoned.
Orphaned after I gave birth to them.
Hoping someone would raise them...
To greater heights than I could.
With wishes they would be treated...
Like I know I could and would.
If I sat with thoughts,
About what others think!
And I am not into abortion at all.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To go further?
I respect your religion
And admire its contents.
I admire your wife
And admire her virtues.
Do you want me to go further?
22.02.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Simply admire
Admire women; admire objects.
Admire them quite liberally.
When it comes to desires, be wise.
Desire might cause suffering.
13.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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As the Team's Head- Brass
As the team's head-brass flashed out on the turn
The lovers disappeared into the wood.
I sat among the boughs of the fallen elm
That strewed the angle of the fallow, and
Watched the plough narrowing a yellow square
Of charlock. Every time the horses turned
Instead of treading me down, the ploughman leaned
Upon the handles to say or ask a word,
About the weather, next about the war.
Scraping the share he faced towards the wood,
And screwed along the furrow till the brass flashed
Once more.
The blizzard felled the elm whose crest
I sat in, by a woodpecker's round hole,
The ploughman said. 'When will they take it away? '
'When the war's over.' So the talk began –
One minute and an interval of ten,
A minute more and the same interval.
'Have you been out? ' 'No.' 'And don't want to, perhaps? '
'If I could only come back again, I should.
I could spare an arm, I shouldn't want to lose
A leg. If I should lose my head, why, so,
I should want nothing more...Have many gone
From here? ' 'Yes.' 'Many lost? ' 'Yes, a good few.
Only two teams work on the farm this year.
One of my mates is dead. The second day
In France they killed him. It was back in March,
The very night of the blizzard, too. Now if
He had stayed here we should have moved the tree.'
'And I should not have sat here. Everything
Would have been different. For it would have been
Another world.' 'Ay, and a better, though
If we could see all all might seem good.' Then
The lovers came out of the wood again:
The horses started and for the last time
I watched the clods crumble and topple over
After the ploughshare and the stumbling team.
poem by Edward Thomas
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I Admire Those Brave
I admire those brave,
And unafraid of their own shadows.
I admire those,
Whose lives have been enhanced...
By the act of taking chances.
I respect those who anticipate,
Their tomorrows with expectations.
And not spending a moment drifting,
Into a yesterday for a purpose to waste.
I admire the ones who inspire.
And they always seem to be...
Those recovering from despair.
And doing that successfully.
I admire those brave,
And unafraid of their own shadows.
The ones able to cover their bruises well.
The ones willing to listen.
Without sob stories to tell.
I also admire an acquaintance I knew,
Who had been penniless.
And yet in dire circumstances...
Managed to offer a bright eyed smile.
I admire the ones who inspire.
And they always seem to be...
Those recovering from despair.
And doing that successfully.
I admire those brave.
They assist unknowingly,
In maintaining my faith.
And everyday my steps are paced,
To lay down even stronger than before.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Fire-Truck
Right down the shocked street with a
siren-blast
That sends all else skittering to the
curb,
Redness, brass, ladders and hats hurl
past,
Blurring to sheer verb,
Shift at the corner into uproarious gear
And make it around the turn in a squall
of traction,
The headlong bell maintaining sure and
clear,
Thought is degraded action!
Beautiful, heavy, unweary, loud,
obvious thing!
I stand here purged of nuance, my
mind a blank.
All I was brooding upon has taken
wing,
And I have you to thank.
As you howl beyond hearing I carry you
into my mind,
Ladders and brass and all, there to
admire
Your phoenix-red simplicity, enshrined
In that not extinguished fire.
Submitted by Robert Fish
poem by Richard Wilbur
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Steel Meets Steel
Back in 1095, when the call to arms came
We had the red cross sown on
Sent to save the holy land and crush the infidels
With strength from above
Steel meets steel
On towards victory we march, the guiding star
Lead us to the battle field
There, the heathens were subdued, and in the end
We forced them all to yield or die
Steel meets steel
In july in 99, the holy city was stormed and won
Jerusalem was freed, we thanked the lord for our glory
We, the templars, have survived by honor and pride
And the blessing of the sword
The quest of the war, forever sung
To the sound of steel meets steel
Steel meets steel
song performed by by Hammerfall
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