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Moments are incredible, but in my fantasy mind I see a Globe company which is renowned throughout the world for what it does with pure storytelling. So that people come and say: it's not just the building, it's the only place you can hear this kind of work.

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The Invisible Man

Im the invisible man,
Im the invisible man,
Incredible how you can,
See right through me,
When you hear a sound,
That you just cant place
Feel somethin move
That you just cant trace,
When something sits
On the end of your bed
Dont turn around
When you hear me tread.
Im the invisible man,
Im the invisible man
Incredible how you can
See right through me
Im the invisible man
Im the invisible man
Its criminal how I can
See right through you.
Now Im in your room
And Im in your bed
And Im in your life
And Im in your head
Like the cia
Or the fbi
Youll never get close
Never take me alive
Im the invisible man
Im the invisible man
Incredible how you can
See right through me
Im the invisible man
Im the invisible man
Its criminal how I can
See right through you,
Hah, hah, hah, hello,
Hah, hah, hah, hello,
Hah, hah, hah, hello-hello-hello-hello,
Never had a real good friend - not a boy or a girl
No-one knows what Ive been through - let my flag unfurl
So make my mark from the edge of the world,
From the edge of the world,
From the edge of the world,
Now Im on your track
And Im in your mind,
And Im on your back
But dont look behind
Im your meanest thought
Im your darkest fear
Put Ill never get caught
You cant shake me, shake me dear,
Im the invisible man,
Im the invisible man
Incredible how you can
See right through me
Im the invisible man
Im the invisible man
Its criminal how I can
See right through you
Look at me, look at me

song performed by by Queen
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Pure Sin

(carly simon/frank carillo)
I can barely see your sneakers
You say I got to keep my head down
Youre painting my portrait
In a red velvet gown
How do you see me
As demure and discreet?
But do you know what Ill do
Do you know what Ill do
When I go out on the street?
Pure sin, pure sin
The kind you wont mind
The kind there could be trouble in
I can barely see your sneakers
You know they look pretty rough
Well I bet when you get loaded
You can get pretty tough
You pass me the caviar
Say hey baby do you want something to eat?
But do you know what Ill do
Do you know what Ill do
When I go out on the street?
Pure sin, pure sin
The kind you wont mind
The kind there could be trouble in
I can barely see your sneakers
Youre dripping paint all over the place
Why not get right to the point
And splash it right on my face!
How do you see me?
As silly and sweet?
But do you know what Ill do
When I go out on the street.
Pure sin, pure sin
The kind you wont mind
The kind there could be trouble in

song performed by by Carly Simon
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Sensitivities Have Been Numbed

It's incredible,
How the inevitable can be there glaring...
As those fixed into routines will not notice.

It is incredible,
How people can line up in front of a hotdog stand...
And ignore those homeless with nothing to eat,
Sitting on the street right behind them.

It's incredible how sensitivities have been numbed.
In a second one can express an empathy.
And in the next,
Have none.

Although argue with a vendor people do,
Over the price of added condiments.
It is incredible how people accept their selfishness,
With a relishing of mustard and onions to spread.

'You have any change for a hotdog? '

~Sorry.
I only have two twenties in my pocket.~

'Did You hear that, Father? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Minds of Those Like These

The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.
And on borrowed time,
They proceed to show themselves...
Out of their minds with a choice to grieve.

Incredible.
Incredible...
Wh at people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.

Self seekers enforcing to impose their will,
For the purpose to fulfill...
The prophesy of their demise.
So unwise are they who do not pay attention.
So unwise are they who do not listen!
As they forge ahead,
In disbelief of what has been 'envisioned'.
Or comprehend words to them said.
As they forge ahead,
Strickened by positions...
That restrict their minds to limited conditions.

Incredible.
Incredible...What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.

The escalation of a hatred,
By those accustomed to doing it...
Produces for them great sorrow.

And no tomorrows come to those,
Making attempts to dethrone and dispose...
Of truth and the existence of it,
Because they refuse to 'see'.
Instead of reacting emotionally,
To rapid revelations.
Programmed and delivered by the 'Deities'.

Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know..
And find it,
Hard to believe.
And,
Incredible.
Incredible...
What people know.
What people know...
And find it,
Hard to conceive.

It is hard to believe,
How people live and they deceive!
It is hard to believe people who seek no remedy.
Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.

Incredible.
Incredible...
The minds of those like these.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Oceans Of Fantasy

My world is filled with oceans
Oceans of fantasy
The never never land of emotions
Come down and follow me
Youll see the secret places
Where all the rivers end
And pirate ships of old
Filled with diamonds and with gold
Just waiting for a friend
All you can hear is the music of stillness
And pure harmony
Magical mirrors reflecting the light
That colors the sea
Youll be surrounded by angel like creatures
Who tend to your dreams
Deeper and deeper you fall in a trance
Much more real
Much more real than it seems
Come share with me the oceans
Oceans of fantasy
Where you can lose your soul forever
Like in a melody
Oceans of fantasy, oceans of fantasy
Oceans of fantasy, oceans of fantasy
My world is filled with oceans
Oceans of fantasy
The never never land of emotions
Come down and follow me

song performed by by Boney M.
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Building is just skilled labor, I suppose. It's a lot of work. I don't mind other people building them, but the way things go together and are made is interesting to me; I like that a lot.

quote by Donald Judd
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House and Home

A house is not a home
Is what has oft been said
When one shares it with no one
And is all alone in stead

But home does not a house make
For without walls there is no place
Nor is there shelter over
When there's no roof for cover

So whether in solitude or company
In real life or fantasy
Both home and house in kind
Need more than frame of mind

poem by Lola Cesini
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When God Goes Home

There are moments in our lives
When every word is meaningless
What has to happen happens
And someones directing this I guess
There are moments in our dreams
Where fantasy goes to extremes
We close our eyes and drift away
Nothings left to say
There are mad dogs in our governments
With dollar bills and guns in hands
Building walls then knockem down
First destroy the buy the town
The write the book of history
With lots of blood and misery
Evers page is drowned in red
Sleep well in your bed
There are moments in our nights
When we forget the world outside
Youll take my hand and Ill take yours
And then we shut the doors
When you feel alone at night
Theres no - one there to hold you tight
Call me up switch of the light
And Ill help you through the night
Ill give you everything Ive got
Its not much believe me but
Im just a little wheel
In this machinery of steel
Oohh when God goes home
The world sleeps alone

song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Scheherazade

How many nights to your heart?
Thousand nights and one
Can I get there by storytelling
Yes, there and back again
If your love is pure and strong
You can get there by storytelling

references:
1. 'How many miles to Babylon' is an English language nursery rhyme.
2. One Thousand and One Nights is a collection of folk tales and other stories.

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Waving to moments passing by

Moments happy moments
people think about them
people write about them
people talk about them
people hope about them
I see moments
lots of moments
but I wave to my moments
as they pass me by...

My life is a ship
on an Ocean deep
passing by is the ship 'Could've been'
it holds all my moments in its keep
I stand on my lifes deck
waving to moments till they're just a speck

Moments happy moments
people live them
people grab them
people make them
people savour them
but I wave to my moments
as they pass me by...
Goodbye 'Could've been'
Goodbye moments...

poem by Michelle Melody
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In The Name Of People

In the name of kind people who aren't hopeless
The people who are looking for bless

In the name of people who have a great self steam and a great view of life
The people who help other people to be alive

The people who respect each other
People who learn to not bother

In the name of people who had pure tears
People who lived a life full of fears

In the name of people …people who will stay
People who are strong in their speeches, they don't say may! ! ! !

In the name of people who believe what is disgusting is LIE!
People who haven't seen my tears tonight…I'm going to say good bye.

In the name of people, the people of a forgotten place
People who stayed strong, even with their blooded face

In the name of people, the people who are dear
People that will cry, will laugh, but they don't betray, with their pure tear

poem by Ellias Anderson
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Kiss You Again

Laughing, singing, dancing, enjoying life,
thanks for being so sweet and kind and
brilliant and shiny and inspiring, you are
a bright light unto me, thanks for contri-
buting to my passionate delight with life

Thanks for eternal moments of infinite
love, moments I relive in my life every
time I dance in the sun and sing with
the wind, pure light without spectral
lines, you became a godly being

In the prism of my mind, a pure golden
light of divine inspiration – come, let
me kiss you again…

poem by Louise Tredoux
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Moments of Thought

Moments of thought, flowing in like a river wild
Crashing against the shore of my inner most self
Motions of reality, intertwined with fantasy of bright skies and solid gold
One moment of this thought, another moment of that thought

Moments of thought, as construction workers build a structure
hammer, nails sounds of progress, higher my thoughts are built
Motions of truth, mixed with purpose of success and prosperity
One moment of this thought and another moment of that thought

Moments of thought, flowing, building
My thoughts of self, my intimate me
Reality, fantasy, truth with success and prosperity
Thoughts come and thoughts go, this that and the other

poem by Lee Henry
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My Safe Place

Drawings of seventy three people,
A map of the place where they all live,
I am amongst these people, and
I can hear them in conversation,
Although nobody who lives outside of this room can-
I have given this place a name- a self-fabricated name-
I have found happiness here
Within this world I call my own.
This is my safe place-
This place where skies are touched with clouds of pink and gray,
This place where all is quiet, except for the rushing sound
Of the clear water in the creek that runs through.
Here in this place where nobody cares
What time of day people go to sleep or what hour that they awaken-
This is the place where nobody ever gets angry or slights one another-
Here where we dance when it rains and
Where we laugh when the sun is shining over that creek,
But the sun never burns us.
I have locked the silver gate that exits to the world outside,
So that untrustworthy and belligerent people cannot enter-
This is what I have called my safe place, although
Some say it is dangerous in some sort of way.
Some say that it is dangerous to deny what is real, and
To live in a self formulated world,
Ignoring the lives of three billion people,
Feeling no empathy for those in pain and those fighting in wars out there-
While listening to voices that only I can hear or those I care to hear.
I feel that that world has not been kind to me and
There is so much out there that I fear and it is with great irony
That people are so fearful of my own unfamiliarity- although
To me people who live in this great earth outside of my safe place
Are just as foreign to me as I am to them- I must say that
If I were to continuously wear the key to that silver gate about my neck-
Keeping myself safe here amongst my made up community, I can
Live in my world and others live in theirs and we won't have to fear one another- as
Unfamiliarity is synonymous with danger to so many people.
The sun shall shine upon both places and everyone shall be safe, and
Nobody- not myself, my own special friends or
Those living in the world outside of here
Shall ever get burned…

poem by Claudia Krizay
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In Pretoria West

Years ago my car
was in for repairs
and I had to work overtime
and the work’s small bus,
took me home one night.

We first had to take other people home
and in Pretoria West
I saw a place,
where very poor white people
lived together like in a commune
in houses
with asbestos thin walls.
.
I could hear a drunk
and his wife argue
and somewhere a baby
cried disconsolately
and thin dogs,
sneaked around the building
afraid of being kicked.

There where teenage girls
chatting with boyfriends
at the windows of cars
and a mother screamed angrily
at one of them,
to immediately come home.

Still there were other people
who were driven there
by life and fate
and I saw people,
sharing the little that they had
with each other.

poem by Gert Strydom
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I grew up in a place where everybody was a storyteller, but nobody wrote. It was that kind of Celtic, storytelling tradition: everybody would have a story at the pub or at parties, even at the clubs and raves.

quote by Irvine Welsh
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(Love Poem) Building It All Up

Building it all up. Here I come.
With the antidote to what you need.
So sure of myself.
Absolute certainty.

Building it all up.
This is concrete.
No more dragging my feet.
You make me feel whole and complete.

Building it all up.
Time to lay the foundation to the everlasting.
Forever as a word means nothing,
but in my heart it means everything.
Building it all up.
Even when its hard.
Even whens it far.
I still can see my star.
Even in the dark.
It shines so bright.

Building it all up.
I feel so strong.
The weight of whole world on my shoulders.
It will never get old.
It will never get cold.
You are building my fire,
my warmth, everything that means so much.
So build it all up.
Here I come.
Were gonna have so much fun.
But yet the work shall never be done.
I will always love you hun. Always.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Silence And I

(lead vocal - eric woolfson)
If i cried out loud
Over sorrows i've known
And the secrets i've heard
It would ease my mind
Someone sharing the load
But i won't breathe a word
We're two of a kind
Silence and i
We need a chance to talk things over
Two of a kind
Silence and i
We'll find a way to work it out
While the children laughed
I was always afraid
Of the smile of the clown
So i close my eyes
Till i can't see the light
And i hide from the sound
We're two of a kind
Silence and i
We need a chance to talk things over
Two of a kind
Silence and i
We'll find a way to work it out
I can hear the cry
Of the leaf on a tree
As it falls to the ground
I can hear the call
Of an echoing voice
And there's no one around
We're two of a kind
Silence and i
We need a chance to talk things over
Two of a kind
Silence and i
We'll find a way to work it out

song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Silence & I

(lead vocal - eric woolfson)
If I cried out loud
Over sorrows Ive known
And the secrets Ive heard
It would ease my mind
Someone sharing the load
But I wont breathe a word
Were two of a kind
Silence and i
We need a chance to talk things over
Two of a kind
Silence and i
Well find a way to work it out
While the children laughed
I was always afraid
Of the smile of the clown
So I close my eyes
Till I cant see the light
And I hide from the sound
Were two of a kind
Silence and i
We need a chance to talk things over
Two of a kind
Silence and i
Well find a way to work it out
I can hear the cry
Of the leaf on a tree
As it falls to the ground
I can hear the call
Of an echoing voice
And theres no one around
Were two of a kind
Silence and i
We need a chance to talk things over
Two of a kind
Silence and i
Well find a way to work it out