As much as I transferred my mother to Elizabeth Shore of The Black Dahlia, as much as her dad mutated into an obsession with crime in general, well, I have thought about other things throughout the years.
quote by James Ellroy
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My Dahlia
To taste my fear
Summon up your demons, dear
I left you open, wondering
When you lie to break my heart
My dahlia
My dahlia dear
My dahlia
My dahlia dear
Ill break into
Losing in my choices made
My words
My promise
Say I am
When you lie to break my heart
When you lie Ill break to break
My dahlia
My dahlia dear
My dahlia
My dahlia dear
Anyone can see
Youre laughing down at me
Its easy for you now
Means are what we gathered here
I left you open, wondering
When you lie to break my heart
When you lie Ill break to break
My dahlia
My dahlia dear
My dahlia
My dahlia dear
Anyone can see
Youre laughing down at me
Its easy for you now
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins
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Peace Proposal
Said General Clay to General Gore really must we fight this silly war
To kill and die in such a bore I quite agree said General Gore
Said General Gore to General Clay we could go to the beach today
And have some icecream on the way a grand idea said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore we'll build sand castles on the shore
Said General Gore we'll splash and play let's leave right now said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay but what if the sea's closed today
And what if the sand's been blown away the dreadful thought said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay I've always feared the ocean's spray
And we may drown it's true we may it chills my blood said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore my bathin' suit is slightly tore
We better go on with our war I quite agree said General Gore
The General Clay chanrged General Gore as bullets flew and cannons roared
And now at last there is no more of General Clay or General Gore
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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A Flower To Auroville Mother-38
Decorative Dahlia (Dahlia)
They all parade to my awe
Chamomile, Cosmos, crysanthemum, Zinnia..
I need to set my vision right
'Best is who? ' I'm to elucidate
In vain I accept my inability
As all are queens of high beauty
Wonder what to do..'step back? '
'No'..a command takes me aback
Dahlia, all beauties in one..
With all her sisters in a run
Dahlia, Queen of queens by norm
As if Sun himself in her form
A discus of plentiful florets
Glowing illumed on her face
Leafy bracts helping her throng
No doubt she can be head-strong
So, I declare Dahlia the best
Smile leafing from her tuberous root
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Dahlia
Dahlia and I were taking a bath
And dahlia was smoking a cigar
And she said to me
I bet youve never taken a bath
With a girl smoking a cigar before
And she told me all about her car accident
She was overdosed on valium
And she made an attempt to cross the west side highway
Dahlia, I know Ive done you wrong
Dahlia, I know Ive done you wrong
Dahlia, I know Ive done you wrong
But dahlia, you know youve done me wrong too
She wore an old camel t-shirt
With some magic of its own
And we listened to the stones
Sucking cherry charms blowpops
Sucking cherry charms blowpops
song performed by by Phish
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Picture Of Perfect Youth
Left out in the sun to dry again, washed up on a shore line south of spain
Gazing up with telescopic eyes, planetary life above the skies
Oh my god, shes my obsession, my obsession (my obsession)
Here she comes, shes a picture of perfect youth
Here she comes, lifting me up to the moon
Drifting on a boat in emerald seas, pulling on the strings inside of me
Tasting salt as waves dive over me, twisting on a rope of memories
Oh my god, shes my obsession, my obsession
Here she comes, shes a picture of perfect youth
Here she comes, lifting me up to the moon
Here she comes, shes a picture of perfect youth
Here she comes
If you could only see, that Im sinking like a stone
The sea is getting colder, every second as I go
Its like breathing underwater, but I just cant let you go
My obsession, shes my obsession, my obsession
Oh my god, shes my obsession, my obsession (my obsession)
Here she comes, shes a picture of perfect youth
Here she comes, lifting me up to the moonoh my god, shes my obsession, my obsession (my obsession)
Here she comes, shes a picture of perfect youth
Here she comes, lifting me up to the moon
Here she comes
song performed by by Feeder
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The Generals
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'Oh must we fight this silly war?
To kill and die is such a bore.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'We could go to the beach today
And have some ice cream on the way.'
'A grand idea,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'But what if the sea is closed today?
And what if the sand's been blown away?'
'A dreadful thought,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'I've always feared the ocean's spray,
And we may drown!' 'It's true, we may.
It chills my blood,' said General Clay.
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'My bathing suit is slightly tore.
We'd better go on with our war.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Then General Clay charged General Gore
As bullets flew and cannons roared.
And now, alas! there is no more
Of General Clay or General Gore.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Somehow, the things my mother wanted to do, the release in evangelism she sought with such frenzy, were transferred to me.
quote by Ethel Waters
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Obsession for man
Obsession for man
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Obsession for man
Needing to know
Wanting to discover
Where they have been
What they are wearing
Each thought and word
Must be known completely
Discovery without mystery
Leaves no hiding place
Crave a response
Track, trace and fish for it
Their attention drawn
Into a picture of the self
Its sexually perverse
Chemically incorrect
The obsession of man
A sell out fragrance
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Driftin Too Far From Shore
I didnt know that youd be leavin
Or who you thought you were talkin to.
I figure maybe were even
Or maybe Im one up on you.
I send you all my money
Just like I did before.
I tried to reach you honey,
But youre driftin too far from shore.
Driftin too far from shore
Driftin too far from shore
Driftin too far from shore
Driftin too far from shore
I aint gonna get lost in this current,
I dont like playing cat and mouse.
No gentleman likes making love to a servant.
Especially when hes in his fathers house.
I never could guess your weight, baby,
Never needed to call you my whore.
I always thought you were straight, baby,
But youre driftin too far from shore.
Driftin too far from shore
Driftin too far from shore
Driftin too far from shore
Driftin too far from shore
Well these times and these tunnels are haunted,
The bottom of the barrel is too.
I waited years sometimes for what I wanted.
Everybody cant be as lucky as you.
Never no more do I wonder,
Why you dont never play with me any more.
At any moment you could go under,
cause youre driftin too far from shore.
Driftin too far from shore
Driftin too far from shore
Driftin too far from shore
Driftin too far from shore
You and me we had completeness,
I give you all of what I could provide
We werent on the wrong side, sweetness,
We were the wrong side.
Ive already ripped out the phones, honey.
You cant walk the streets in a war.
I can finish this alone, honey,
Youre driftin too far from shore.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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When You Thought Of Me
From the cradle of england
To a foreign exchange
Thorough the clamour of long years away
I never lost sight of
The reason that I left you:
To return to you one day
From the bleak and familiar
To the tropical strange
Through the glamour of empires abroad
I never abandoned
The hope of reclaiming
My legitimate reward
When you thought of me
If you had the time
You never would have known
The mountains Id climb
I wont be without again, woman
You wont drive me out again, woman
And as you come to learn
All that *Ive done was for you
Youll see what obsession can do
Woman
So the unschooled outcast
The irascible youth
Has become all the things you desired
I took all they offered
And learned their deceptions
All relentlessly acquired
And the eyes of the traveller
See an obvious truth
Youve become all the things youve denied
And the loss of ambition
Was colouring your reason
As the pleasure in you died
When you thought of me
Had me on your mind
You never would have dreamed
Of the riches Id find
I wont be without again, woman
You wont drive me out again, woman
And as you come to learn
All that Ive done was for you
Youll see what obsession can do
Woman
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Possession Obsession
You know theres something you need
Right here and now
To fill the space inside of yourself
Money love or power
When you want to have the number one first run anyone
Youre crazy til you own them
You ought to know better than that
The more that you buy the less you get back
Its a case of possession obsession
Gimme gimme
The compulsion to count the percentage of time
Spent between two lovers
Can turn an hour into a crime
And all the good times suffer
Though you know its only jealousy
You cant help but be
Haunted by your passion
Dont you know its a matter of fact
The more that you take the less you give back
Just a taste of possession obsession
Brings a case of possession obsession
Gimme gimme
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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To English Literature
OH! My Mother
You are my Dear.
OH! My Mother
My Love towards you is so Deep my Mother that I can’t express to you, my Mother.
Oh! My Mother
I’ am here with lot of Patience only to serve you my Mother.
OH! English literacy My Mother
You have thought me the Things which were Ever.
OH! My Mother I’ am here, only to serve you my Mother
poem by Narendra Kuppan
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Its A Crime
Well you can say what you want
But you wont get a thing from me
And if you dont understand
Thats its not in your hands you need
Let there be love
Let there be love
Let there be love
Let there be love
But you can say what you feel
And it might never steal from me
And then you must understand
That its all in your hands what you need
Let there be love
Let there be love
Let there be love
Let there be love
And I never knew
But all the things that youve done
Are coming right back to you
But everybody knows that its no crime
But does it make you feel ashamed
You never said what you done
And theres no need to blame
But everybody knows, yeah everybody knows
Everybody knows that its no crime, its no crime
So you can say what you want
But youll not get a thought from me
But if you say what you mean
Then you might get a thing from me
Let there be love
Let there be love
Let there be love
Let there be love
If I ever knew
That all the things Ive thought
Are coming right back to you
But everybody thinks that its a crime
It never makes you feel ashamed
You sit around and you sold
And youre passing the blame
But everybody knows
Yeah everybody knows
Everybody knows that its a crime
Its a crime (3x)
song performed by by Oasis
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Mother, O Mother
Mother O Mother, You Are Great
Mother O Mother you are great,
All the problems solve in any state,
Still we find there is no hate,
Each and everyone you make your mate,
Love is in your heart, your work is very smart,
All your whole life you carry the home-cart,
In your job there is no wait,
Mother, O Mother you are great.
Working all the time,
To make our things fine,
Guiding always to be far from crime,
In your work there is no late,
Mother O Mother you are great,
Caring for us, praying for us,
Struggling for us, standing for us,
With your efforts, make our bright fate,
Mother O Mother you are great,
You are my lord, you are my God,
In your service there is no fraud,
With your blessings, life is always set,
Mother O Mother you are great.
poem by Prakash Joshi
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Baby Dumping In The World!
Mutated flowers and fruits dropp as snowflakes,
Born mutated human suffer and seek to be concerned,
The grain that implanted in the womb sucked,
The fetus formed out of wedlock washed out,
The passage to the glorious ovary camouflaged,
Gulping, injecting and inserting contraceptives,
Millions of enlightened human do it in disguise,
The human got in between the pestle and mortar,
Not knowing the convenience of development,
Carry the babies to full term and then kill them,
The babies are thrown into the dustbin alive and dead,
The babies are found in the houses of God,
While the ants and insects feast on their fresh cords,
Don't be a father to a baby that is aborted,
Don't be a daddy to a baby that is mutated,
Don't be a bapa to a baby that is dumped,
Don't father a baby to a woman who is not yours.
Don't be a mummy to a baby that is washed out,
Don't be a mother to a baby that is dumped and killed.
Don't sleep around to get the pool of sperms,
identify the sperm that impregnate with handheld kit,
push into the hell of fire to stand and suffer,
we, women, are left alone when we are in trouble.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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He want to be married
My youngest brother want to be married,
we his older brother all confused.
He was not yet the work.
From long before he more liked chating
with his friends in the village
that in general also not the work.
If the night arrived they gathered in our house,
stayed up all night long til the morning,
chatted did not have the special focus.
The habit had been carried out
for years since the mother was still living,
to currently, three years after the mother died,
the habit continued to be carried out.
Was not thought about by them
from where they received the source of life.
they still believed on the good day and the bad day.
In fact the Lord created all the good days,
depended his humankind,
the work of humankind for the peer.
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Language from Womb to Tomb
It is heard from mother's womb,
taught and learned through the days
and years; repeated, remembered,
quoted, mimicked, twisted,
spoken to bless and to curse.
It is to make one
come across the border lines
It is to feel a part of the whole
It is to understand and be understood.
It is seed that grows through the years
It is a pen that records the scars and stars
It is present in the years of our life
the years lost and gone
and the years to come.
It is language
from mother's womb
to our own tomb
It is language of jubilation,
of judgment and adoration
It is law and order
It is history-
document and monument.
It is victory and defeat.
It is the language of love
It is the language of hate.
It is the language of life
and the language of death.
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May 7,2010
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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The Black Dahlia
Josh Hartnett, Scarlett Johansson, Aaron Eckhart, Hilary Swank, Mia Kirshner
by Josh Friedman from The Black Dahlia (2006)
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If a person commit a crime against you, have not the right to forgive him; but the law must punish him in order to prevent a repetition of that same crime by others, as the pain of the individual is unimportant beside the general welfare of the people.
Abdul Baha in Paris Talks
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Rock Me To sleep
Backward, turn backward, O time, in your flight;
Make me a child again, just for tonight!
Mother, come back from that echoless shore;
Take me again in your heart as of yore --
Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,
Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair,
Over my slumbers your loving watch keep --
Rock me to sleep, mother -- rock me to sleep!
Backward, turn backward, O tide of the years!
I am so weary of toil and of tears --
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain --
Take them and give me my childhood again!
I have grown weary of dust and decay --
Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away --
Weary of sowing for others to reap --
Rock me to sleep, mother -- rock me to sleep!
Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,
Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you!
Many a summer the grass has grown green,
Blossomed and faded -- our faces between --
Yet with strong yearning and passionate pain,
Long I tonight for your presence again;
Come from the silence, mother -- rock me to sleep!
Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,
Fall on your shoulders again as of old --
Let it drop over my forehead tonight,
Shading my faint eyes away from the light!
For, with its sunny-edged shadows once more,
Haply will throng all the visions of yore;
Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep --
Rock me to sleep, mother -- rock me to sleep!
Mother, dear mother! the years have been long
Since I last listened to your lullaby song;
Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem
Womanhood's years have been only a dream;
With your light lashes just sweeping my face,
Never hereafter to wake or to weep --
Rock me sleep, mother -- rock me to sleep!
poem by Elizabeth Akers Allen
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