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Here Fashion is a despot, and no one dreams of evading its dictates.

quote by Marguerite Gardiner
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THE RIOTS OVER THERE Apr 1st 2011

I’m not sure what to think about those many riots over there,
Are they good; are they bad; and what’s the end result in these affairs?
There’s usually at least a dozen riots going on all at once,
And that many despot dictators showing off their arrogance.

And the UN has shown that they are absolutely confused,
As we wonder whose side are they on and we’re not amused,
Wouldn’t dare tell despot dictators that maybe they should quit,
Or tell the rioters that a constitution could benefit.

These despot dictator guys are usually replaced by others,
Could be some sort of relative or even a brother,
Constitutional writers are not well known over there,
In fact no one has ever heard of one in these despot affairs.

Apr 1st,2011

poem by James Bredin
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Morality?

the taste of pink
cotton candy inside my mouth
the way i drown upon
your gaze

your way of evading
my plea
the emptiness that
salivates

upon another dead
dream
the one that makes
you feel good
after

society says it is
prohibited
you follow the
dictates of your heart

the strong voice
of conscience
you look at the mirror
no one is behind you

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Idealism is the despot of thought, just as politics is the despot of will.

quote by Mikhail Bakunin
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Please youreslf

I think that ladies should ignore
The dictates of the fashion trade
The doubtful claims of haute couture
by so called experts often made.

A wise lady will choose her clothes
to show her assets at their best.
Not as the expert all suppose
to look exactly like the rest.

Dress to suit your face and figure
There is no need to buy in haste
clothes which make your rivals snigger.
Have faith in your own good taste.

Women come in many shades
different shapes and different sizes.
Mature matrons and slim young maids.
Every one that some man prizes.

A well dressed women who stands out.
Knows full well what she’s about.
She won’t let the experts tell her
how to dress to please her feller.

Some women have good fashion sense
but many lack the confidence
to tell the experts to get lost.
They can dress well at half the cost.

Fashion labels may sell clothes
but only silly girls suppose.
Only the latest style will do.
When obviously it is not true.

Suit yourself in the way you dress.
Choose the clothes that will suit you
If you do you will impress
in the way you ought to do.

Let all the fashion gurus prate
But don’t believe a word they say.
You know that you will look great
when you dress in your own way

Fashions come and fashions go.
You know when you’re looking good
What do the so called experts know? .
Ignore them as you know you should.

8-Feb-08

poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Fashion

Theres a brand new dance but I dont know its name
That people from bad homes do again and again
Its big and its bland full of tension and fear
They do it over there but we dont do it here
Fashion! turn to the left
Fashion! turn to the right
Oooh, fashion!
We are the goon squad and were coming to town
Beep-beep
Beep-beep
Listen to me - dont listen to me
Talk to me - dont talk to me
Dance with me - dont dance with me, no
Beep-beep
Theres a brand new talk, but its not very clear
Oh bop
That people from good homes are talking this year
Oh bop, fashion
Its loud and tasteless and Ive heard it before
Oh bop
You shout it while youre dancing on the ole dance
Floor
Oh bop, fashion
Fashion! turn to the left
Fashion! right
Fashion!
We are the goon squad and were coming to town
Beep-beep
Beep-beep
Listen to me - dont listen to me
Talk to me - dont talk to me
Dance with me - dont dance with me, no
Beep-beep
Beep-beep
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
La-la la la la la la-la
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
La-la la la la la la-la
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
La-la la la la la la-la
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
La-la la la la la la-la

song performed by by David Bowie
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Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.

quote by Coco Chanel
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I Will Surely Lie

Destiny dictates us who to meet in life,
but it's only the heart that will decide
who will really stay in this heart and mind
and if ever destiny dictates me to live without you
I will surely lie...not because of destiny,
...but my own free will

poem by Cynthia Aluning
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High Fashion

I know a sexy little girl
She's never in the low class world
This woman is all the way vogue
High Fashion is where her money goes
She dines at Le Dome up on the strip
Cheap liquor never touches her lips
Her brandy's imported every week
No problem, 7,000 easy
High Fashion is where her money goes
High Fashion - This girl is all the way vogue
She's never in the low class world
High Fashion - Stuck up little rich girl
High Fashion
High Fashion, yeah
I met her dancin' at Le Dome
I offered dinner at my home
She said no, all of her friends laughed
Funny how the laughin' stopped when I flashed all the cash I had
(I'm talkin') $1900 is 2 much cash 2 hold
One of my boys had 2 carry half, now honey U know that's bold
Wait a minute
She had the nerve 2 ask what kinda car I had
"Honey, I'm ridin' in back of a Rolls Royce limo custom-painted plaid!"
High Fashion is where my money goes
High Fashion - Honey, I'm all the way vogue
I'm never in the low class world
High Fashion - And I just love little rich girls
(High Fashion) High Fashion (High Fashion)
Hot Station - I took the child 2 my crib
Donation - Do U take or do U give?
She took one look at the swimmin' pool
I said "I'll donate" - We were 2 swimmin' fools
High Fashion is where our money goes
High Fashion - All the way vogue
We're never in the low class world
High Fashion - Don't be a little stuck up rich girl
All the way vogue {x2}
I'm all the way vogue
Yeah, yeah
(High Fashion) {repeats in BG}
Dinner at Le Dome
Little girl
Money man
I'm the money man
Money man {x2}
High Fashion {x4}
Ohhhhh
(High Fashion) {x2

song performed by by Prince
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The circle dictates the tapestry of Fates imagination.

The circle dictates the tapestry of Fates imagination.
As dreams of destiny bestow upon the beholder
A knowledge of knowing that remains fresh as flesh grows older.

It is the conscience of the human heart that dictates to the soul a
Sense of guilt. All for what? The world which we have built.
The world for which we strived so long.

In times long since past the human heart and reason
Were one in the same, the Earth would shakes and the
People mutter ‘We have displeased our Earthen mother.’

Each soul a circle, the Universe a sheet of white,
Each soul kept sane is linked up tight within the
Pleasure of the companionship they treasure.
Take it at your leisure. Keep safe your saving graces.

poem by David Lacey
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You do, don't you?

Most women seem to lack dress sense
And those who don’t have confidence
To know that they need not obey
what all the fashion gurus say.
They seem to know instinctively.
How they should dress to look their best
and will not follow slavishly
Fashions dictates like all the rest.
They know their shape, they know their size
They know what suits their colouring.
Become the focus for all eyes
at any sort of gathering.
You know if this applies to you
I am quite certain that you do.

Monday,16 November 2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Dedicated Follower Of Fashion

They seek him here, they seek him there,
His clothes are loud, but never square.
It will make or break him so hes got to buy the best,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
And when he does his little rounds,
round the boutiques of london town,
Eagerly pursuing all the latest fads and trends,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
He thinks he is a flower to be looked at,
And when he pulls his frilly nylon panties right up tight,
He feels a dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
Theres one thing that he loves and that is flattery.
One week hes in polka-dots, the next week he is in stripes.
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
They seek him here, they seek him there,
In regent street and leicester square.
Everywhere the carnabetian army marches on,
Each one an dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
His world is built round discoteques and parties.
This pleasure-seeking individual always looks his best
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Oh yes he is (oh yes he is), oh yes he is (oh yes he is).
He flits from shop to shop just like a butterfly.
In matters of the cloth he is as fickle as can be,
cause hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Hes a dedicated follower of fashion.
Hes a dedicated follower of fashion.

song performed by by Kinks
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It's funny

It's funny
how you're the one who is scared
its funny
how I am the only one who cared.
It's funny
how you are running around, evading me, trying and hoping that all this would be the best for me.
It's funny
how none of this is funny.

We've been friends for mad long, since when could you never tell when something is wrong.
'Bros before hoes' isn't that what they say.
No chick should get in the way.
since when does my words me nothing to you.
Don't you remember the shit we've been through.
It's my gender, that's what makes it different.
Because I am a girl, and you are a guy.
Cause I feel for you, I still don't know why.
This bull is all because of this.
I want you to look at me in the eye,
talk true to me to my face
look at me when I cry.
this is your punishment
you have to look at me at a lower place.
what you did was weak. Lying to me, not even to my face.
don't get mad because I am mad.
cause you are you and I am me, yet who is this that I see.
The guy I am looking at is a joke.
Because it isn't cute when you look at me and you make me believe
that I could trust you and you could trust me,
yet it is obvious now that that can not be.

poem by Jennifer Gordon
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I know Fashion

I know fashion
Models posing, critics complaining,
Celebs shopping, paparazzi stalking
I know fashion
Perfume scents fill the air, bling-bling glistens everywhere,
Cameras flash here and there, diet pills popped everywhere
I know fashion
“I wana be like her”, “These rail thin models”
“The camera loves ya! ”, “Let’s go Shopping! ”
I know fashion

poem by Brooke Freeman
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In My Fashion

In my fashion I have been a good man
I have loved and I have lost
Ever after I will be remembered
In my fashion, in my way
There have been times, I have seen the reaper
In the bad times, and in the good
I have bent down, I have touched the ground
Saying prayers and touching wood
In my fashion, I have been a father
I have loved and been loved in return
From the ashes, I have kept the homefires
Burning after all was said and done
Now take a look at me
Do I look like the kind of guy
The kinda fool who went to school
And had to stand on a stool,
Because he couldnt come t terms with a slide rule
Take a look around again
Is it any different now than it was then
In my fashion I have been a good man
I have loved and I have lost
And ever after I will be remembered
In my fashion, in my way

song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Conrade: All this I see, and I see that the fashion wears out more apparel than the man. But art not thou thyself giddy with the fashion too, that thou hast shifted out of thy tale into telling me of the fashion?

line from Much Ado about Nothing, Act III, Scene 3 by William Shakespeare (1599)
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Altered Boy

Oh no, he's buying an island
Oh no, he's building a boat
Why does he never stop smiling?
Fun surrounds him like a deep moat
Where does he get all those stories?
How can he tell such a lie?
He's bound to see purgatory
His views are in short supply
But Peter Pan would understand
His schemes and dreams and ploys
Best keep an eye on his slight hand
He such an altered boy
Good God, he's talking with parrots
Painting his dreams in the sand
Piling up beaucoup demerits
Doing it just 'cause he can
By Jove he's having a cocoa
Evading those judgmental eyes
Calmly walking his tight rope
High above all the outcries
But Peter Pan would understand
His schemes and dreams and ploys
Best keep an eye on his slight hand
He such an altered boy
The story goes
he stumbled at the alter
Now it seems he just blasphemes
And dwells with dangers daughter
Someone call the talking doctor
Somebody get a SWAT team
There he sits getting away with murder
How dare him live out his dreams
But Peter Pan would understand
His schemes and dreams and ploys
Best keep an eye on his slight hand
He such an altered boy
Oh no, he's sailing today
Oh no, beware Paraguay
Oh no, anchors aweigh
Oh no

song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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The Art of Passion | Art in a Poem / Lyrics

Passion is no fashion it’s an art
You and I got to have a heart to heart
A secret from me through the whispers
All you got to do is observe

Put feet to your dreams and send them walking
Stuff worries in a sack and send them packing
Turn your mind on and get to thinking
What are you doing with the word living

Put stubborn on your side and win him over
Make him invisible put him on your shoulder
Paint a picture in your mind don’t leave any colors behind
It’s the road you got to take, make no mistake

You’ll be unstoppable, untouchable,
Something that’s unbreakable
Fashionable, beautiful
Something that’s inflammable

Give it your own signature,
Customize your path
Leave your mark, your design
Never leaving passion lonely or behind

And remember passion is no fashion it’s an art
No one stands in the way of heart
Show the world what you’ve got
All it takes is a stubborn spark

You’ll be unstoppable, untouchable,
Something that’s unbreakable
Fashionable, beautiful
Something that’s inflammable

Freedom to surrender to all your dreams
Cause passion in no fashion it an art

poem by Life in a Poem
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Somnambulistic Sonnet

How strange, when sleep is scarce the dreams increase
with amplified intensity and strength
behind eyes bravely batting at the crease
we fill that space regardless of the length

Forgetting, when fatigue brings in the dawn
our memories and prophecies combine
to conjure up somnambulistic spawn
and motherlodes within the mental mine

The vividness of visions in such states
embeds them in our minds throughout the day
And so we banish logic, which dictates
sleep deprivation's target is dismay
Lest we confuse reality with dreams
can we be sure that all is as it seems?

poem by Hola Mentirosa
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The UN has lost it Oct 3rd,2012

The UN has lost it Oct 3rd,2012
By
James Bredin

If we pulled out of the UN; who would care and who would know?
Most of the time, it appears to be no more than a game show,
Where despot dictators can put on an international display,
And pretend that they are the good guys that we should never betray.

They refused to let us into on their Security Council crowd,
Did this decision make them feel better and much more proud?
I realize all politicians want a UN appointment there,
Another reason to get away from the whole UN affair.

After being banned from their Security Council; how low can we go?
Should we tell them we're leaving or should we just walk away slow?
See if they even care or even know that we have gone,
The many despot dictators continuing with their UN con.

Oct 3rd 2012