As a young man you don't notice at all that you were, after all, badly affected. For years afterwards, at least ten years, I kept getting these dreams, in which I had to crawl through ruined houses, along passages I could hardly get through.
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Im Affected
When I look into your big brown eyes and I feel
Like Im in paradise. I want you by my side.
cause Im affected, fected
Yeah, Im affected, fected. well Im affected.
And all I want is you.
Didnt know it a few years ago, but now finally
Know. I want you by my side.
I want you baby, baby, baby, baby.
Yeah, I love you and I want you to know.
Yeah, yeah, and thats for sure I want you
By my side. cause Im affected, fected
Yeah, Im affected, well Im affected.
And all I want is you.
song performed by by Ramones
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My First Affair With That Older Woman
when I look back now
at the abuse I took from
her
I feel shame that I was so
innocent,
but I must say
she did match me drink for
drink,
and I realized that her life
her feelings for things
had been ruined
along the way
and that I was no mare than a
temporary
companion;
she was ten years older
and mortally hurt by the past
and the present;
she treated me badly:
desertion, other
men;
she brought me immense
pain,
continually;
s he lied, stole;
there was desertion,
other men,
yet we had our moments; and
our little soap opera ended
with her in a coma
in the hospital,
and I sat at her bed
for hours
talking to her,
and then she opened her eyes
and saw me:
"I knew it would be you,"
she said.
then hse closed her
eyes.
the next day she was
dead.
I drank alone
for two years
after that.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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A Couple More Years
I've got a couple more years on you, baby...that's all.
I've had more chances to fly and more places to fall.
And it ain't that I'm wiser...
It's only that I've spent more time with my back to the wall.
And I've picked up a couple more years on you, baby.. that's all.
I've walked a couple more roads than you, baby...that's all.
And I'm tired of runnin' while you're only learning to crawl.
And you're headin somewhere...
But I've been to somewhere... and found it was nowhere at all.
And I've picked up a couple of years on you baby... that's all.
Now sayin' goodbye, girl don't never come easy at all.
But you've got to fly 'cuz you're hearin' those young eagles call.
And someday when you're older, you'll smile at a man strong and tall.
And you'll say I've got a couple more years on you, baby... that's all.
I've got a couple more years on you baby... that's all.
You'll say I've had more chances to fly and more places to fall.
It ain't that I'm wiser...
It's only that I've spent more time with my back to the wall.
And I've picked up a couple more years on you baby... that's all.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Circa 1970 And Years Back
those were the years
we were so young
and fit and prim and
prime and so careless
so young, so dumb,
so stupid, so gullible
we are so ashamed
about us in those years
on the other hand we
must also be proud
remembering about
those years those past
days and memories
oh we were so in love
and so free and bursting
in ecstacies exploding!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our Times
Our Times
13.7 billion years ago
4.5 billion years ago
3.5 billion years ago
200 thousand years ago
10,000 years ago
5000 years ago
3500 years ago
1800 years ago
500 years ago
50 years ago
One hundred years from now
Five hundred years from now
Ten million years from now
Ten billion years from now
We are where we are now
Where are we now?
Who are we now?
What will we be?
When?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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All This Time You Had the Gift of Clairvoyance
Where have you been?
What is now being discussed...
Has disgusted us for years.
Oh...
That's right.
Your life wasn't being affected.
I was one of 'those'...
And you were part of the collective 'them'.
These issues were raised when the homeless hit the streets.
When hunger in the urban cities left many with nothing to eat.
Remember when you would drive by...
With your nose in the air and your car doors locked?
You do remember my interview...
For a job you told me my credentials were over the top.
You told me I was over qualified.
And I thought to myself...
'Qualified, you were not! '
Where have you been?
What is now being discussed...
Has disgusted us for years.
Those of us thrown crumbs to survive.
While you jeered us with your peers.
And now your tears display bigger drops as they fall.
Aren't you the one 'connected'?
I'm sure those thieves will not allow you to crawl.
Afterall...
You did tell me,
I was over qualified!
And all this time you had the gift of clairvoyance.
No better time than now,
Do you have to express this gift.
I see you sobbing uncontrollably!
What about you?
What do you see?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Days Go By
Days go by
Years go by
We wonder where we are-
We are where we were years ago
Only older and less capable of believing our dreams will come true-
We are where we were
And yet somehow
If we look on the other side
We are not-
There are dreams that have come true-
There are children that have grown
And new lives that have begun-
Dreams have come true
And we are not only just older-
But days have gone by
And years have gone by
And we are where we are
In wonder in doubt in worry in hope
Of what this day will bring
Though it be only one of many
Already lived and yet to be forgotten.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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You 'Have' To Notice It
Lets...
Discuss,
Racism.
And how it affects you daily.
'It doesn't.'
Comeon.
You have to notice it?
'I do.'
So...
You are affected.
'No.
I am not.'
Of course you are.
You are obviously black.
A black man.
'And? '
If I were black I would notice that.
Everywhere I would notice it.
Everywhere I went...
It would be on my mind.
In my consciousness.
I'd be full of resentment.
I wouldn't be able to sleep,
Knowing I stood out amongst all people.
I would feel insecure.
Emotionally tormented inside,
With wishes to be white.
I would be...
Are you done?
'Yes.
But I just wanted you to know,
How I would feel...
IF I were a black man.'
Sorry to disappoint you.
Perhaps my commitment,
To having an identity with purpose first...
Has not prioritized my being black.
As much as you have.
Are you hoping one day I will feel inferiror?
'You don't? '
By what or who?
'Those who feel they are better than you.'
I don't fantasize.
But I realize there are many who do.
And I notice them everywhere I go.
You have to notice it too?
'I don't.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Wasted Words Of All The Years
THE WASTED WORDS OF ALL THE YEARS
The wasted words of all the years-
The time given to them-
A lifetime given to words
Never to be read.
Yet how I lived in those years.
And what hope I had in those words
And how I told my dreams in them
And how I tried to help those I loved.
No one needs the words
And no one wants them
But perhaps the life itself
In writing them
That too counts.
All the years of the words and the dreams and the hopes and the love of those I loved and the striving for greatness not to be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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No One's Friend
she's no one's friend
she's no one's friend
at mornings she wants to be dead
so lonely
so desperately lonely and sad
she just wants it all end
she's no one's friend
she's no one's friend
all days and nights run gray and blend
so empty
so hopelessly empty and drab
she waits for them all to end
no one's friend
books on the shelves
dreams melt away in her head
nothing ever will help
nothing ever helps
she's no one's friend
she's no one's friend
there are always things you don't get
but you want them
you want them so badly and wait
for years and years on end
no one's friend
books on the shelves
dreams melt away in her head
nothing ever will help
nothing ever helps
poem by Max Kuvaev
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I've always been fascinated by numbers. Before I was seventeen years old, I had lived in twenty-one different houses. In my mind, each of those houses had a number.
quote by Robert Indiana
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Years 1
For years I let the torment go on
Years I let you get in my head
Years I had to cry myself to sleep
your out now and last night
what you did to me replayed in my head again
I told myself i wasn't going to let it happen but it did
For years I have lived in scared quarters
For years I have looked for your face
For years I have never felt safe
For years I have remembered
poem by Marissa Ford
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The Missed Train
How I was caught
Hieing home, after days of allure,
And driven to an inn—small, obscure—
At the junction, fret-fraught!
How civil my face
To get them to chamber me there—
A roof I had passed scarce aware
That it stood at the place.
And how all the night
I had dreams of the unwitting cause
Of my lodgment. How lonely I was;
How consoled by her sprite!
Thus onetime to me
Dim wastes of dead years bar away
Then from now! But the like haps to-day
To young lovers, may be.
Years, years as gray seas,
Truly, stretch now between! Less and less
Shrink the visions then great in me.—Yes,
Then in me. Now in these.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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Too Young
-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 1 for 5 weeks in 1951
-words by sylvia dee and music by sid lippman
-also charted by donny osmond at # 13 in 1972
They try to tell us were too young
Too young to really be in love
They say that loves a word
A word weve only heard
But cant begin to know the meaning of
And yet were not too young to know
This love will last though years may go
And then some day they may recall
We were not too young at all
And yet were not too young to know
This love will last though years may go
And then some day they may recall
We were not too young at all
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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The Young Ones
The young ones,
Darling were the young ones,
And young ones shouldnt be afraid.
To live, love
While the flame is strong,
For we wont be the young ones very long.
Tomorrow,
Why wait till tomorrow,
Tomorrow sometimes never comes.
Love, me,
Theres a song to be sung
And the best time is to sing while were young.
Once in every lifetime
Comes a love like this.
I need you and you need me.
Oh my darling cant you see.
Young dreams
Should be dreamed together,
Young hearts shouldnt be afraid.
And some day when the years have flown
Darling, this will teach the young ones of our own.
The young ones
Darling, were the young ones
The young ones
Darling, were the young ones.
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Frustration
I would that I could ever be.
Allowed to worship thy beauty.
but thou hast little time for men
now past their three score years and ten.
But old men still dream young men’s dreams.
So when I sleep it truly seems
thou wouldst accept me as a swain
for I am young and strong again.
I wot that in reality
such foolish dreams can never be.
The secret dreams I dare not share
are but a burden that I bear.
Desire outlives ability
a lesson in humility.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Too Young
Album:Unforgettable: With Love
Composers:Sylvia Dee and Sidney Lippman
They tried to tell us were too young
Too young to really be in love
They say that loves a word
A word weve only heard
But cant begin to know
The meaning of
And yet were not too young to know
This love will last though years may go
And then some day they may recall
We were not too young at all
And yet were not too young to know
That this love will last though years may go
And then some day they may recall
We were not too young at all
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Something Real
along the street on a sunny day
we met
we have not spoken for years
perhaps affected by a family feud
but then this time
you stop your car
open the window
and greet me
hello
i am surprised to see you back
from the States
for years
and you ask me how am i doing
all these years
and what are my plans
in such a short span
and then she says she is not leaving
anymore
she will be working here
and will be building a new house
for herself
and then she says
so long see yah
she closes the car window and
speeds her way out of town
i know what she is up to
her car is expensive and brand new
the latest model
the only one in town
a show off i think
to make me envious
but i will give her the benefit of the doubt
so long and i will still
see yah
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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As Years Go By
Tell me how the years go by
Its been a long long time
Tell me how your plans fell through
And how you changed your mind
Tell me bout the hearts you broke
How many have you known
Tell me how the years went by
And left you all alone
Tell me dear
I want to hear
bout the lost and wasted years
Tell me when now tell me why
Tell me how the years go by
Tell me how the years go by
Like borrowed dancing shoes
That gather dust beneath your ned
Mislaid and seldom used
Like a heart that haunts a phone booth
On a corner far from home
Tell me how the years went by and left you
All alone
Close your eyes
Tell me what do you see
Its an imperfect world
Still we dream perfect dreams
Its no big surprise when were down on our knees
Truth isnt always what we will believe.
Tell me how the years go by
In seasons at your door
And how the things you left me for
Dont matter anymore
Tell me how the more we learn
The more we leave unknown
Tell me how the years went by and left you
All alone
Alone
Close your eyes (x3)
song performed by by Level 42
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Years of Tears
Years of tears for no ears to hear, lonely for years am I
Years of tears for no ears to hear in silence they dropp and die
Years of tears, hidden deep, I cannot weep, nor cry.
Years of tears, for many fears of dying alone, I sigh.
Years of tears which no one hears as many years go by.
Years of tears in the lonely sky, my tears grow wings and fly.
Years of tears, my smile shines, through its little lines, I lie.
Years of tears, my somber peers through my melancholy eye
Tears of tears, Years of Years, in my soul, I tie.
Years of tears for no ears to hear my tears weep goodbye….
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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