My duties
I can go anywhere, anytime, in any direction
Just like the shooting stars of the sky.
Why should I go?
Did I know before I came here?
So I should ponder and turn back
And never think to go.
When there is a natural entry and exit door
Why I should use for my exit the unnatural window!
Rather I shall find the answer
Who, when, how and why
Am I here?
If I have not come here of my own,
Then Who has sent me and why?
Are there any duties for me?
If any, I have to do them.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Last Exit Brooklyn
When the sun crashes into your world
Look around and you try and find your girl
And youre daring, too sick of what you see
Out of town is the only place to be
When your life starts to run out of juice
Feel like dyin and you just want to get loose
Prayin moves dont make much sense to you
Seeing red before your feeling is blue
Last exit brooklyn....last exit brooklyn
Going back, getting out of this town
Stretch it lean and mean, it turns you around
Take your dreams and stretch them out on the street
Take your turn to get back on your feet
Feel the wheels singin over the ridge
Feel the song like oakland take you
All the time you knew you had the itch
All the girls were glad to see you
Last exit brooklyn....last exit brooklyn
Girl in ol v wont pray
Dont give you a hard time
All the girls from brooklyn say
Last exit brooklyn....last exit brooklyn
Do you remember the day you left the block
Your mama said you would live to regret it
Coming home, coming stoned, come in hope, coming ready
Are you holding steady
Last exit brooklyn....last exit brooklyn....last exit brooklyn
(mccafferty, agnew, charlton, sweet)
1984 fool circle music
song performed by by Nazareth
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You Won't Find Me There
I'd like to know what makes you stay
While your eyes still search for escape
You think that I don't feel the cold, baby
But I wait, while confessions unfold
You'll never make a living from reading minds
Or from getting your direction from exit signs
Look into your heart and you won't find me there
You won't find me where you hide, baby
And that makes us a matter of time
Like trees exposed by fall, baby
Time reveals it all
You'll never make a living from reading minds
Or from getting your direction from exit signs
Look into your heart and you won't find me there
Oooooooh...
Tell me you want to do everything
But you're stuck up to your knees
And I'm less likely pushed forward
By ambition than a breeze
But there's a flame that must be fanned, baby
And it appears as a beckoning hand
Don't think 'cause you're not talking, you're being kind
You've been getting your direction from exit signs
Look into your heart and you won't find me there
You won't find me
Oooh, there
You won't find, you won't find
You won't find me there, oooh
You won't find, you won't find
You won't find me there
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Soul in a syllogism
Soul is explained in a syllogism.
Soul does not exit the body at death.
It hasn't entered the body at birth
As the child came from the parents live seeds.
So there is no exit as there was no entry..
06.08.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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for John on his first frustration
let me draw you a house
with an entrance gate
leading to an entrance
door and some windows
to let in air.
just that, there will be no
exit doors, no exit gate,
all the windows open,
not designed to close,
that precisely is success
and failure.
there is a sense of
entrance triumphant
ditto an exit for some
ordinary and even
inevitable failures of
our lives.
the windows are some
of our other options, we
let in air to breathe
for a while. we must.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The old, please go.
The prince waits for his father’s exit.
The pauper waits for his father’s exit.
One is for gain and the other for relief.
Rich or poor, the exit of the old is welcome.
10.11.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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For Fear Of Losing The Poetic Side
for fear of losing the poetic side
i go back to the secret garden
where my footsteps are forbidden
and i play a certain duality
the one that i do not like and yet i love
the one that is always hidden and yet so delicious
the one that i kiss and yet hurts my lips
the one that i embrace and yet burns my arms
i take the entrance only to find another exit
door of another door window of another window
i take shelter in the house that i do not wish to dwell
i assure myself
this is temporary but i never make promises that i will never be back.
this is the secret of poesy: heresy, lust, the forbidden
the apple in paradise
so crunchy and so sweet
that i begin to forget the reason of life
yet there is this life, this shortness of breath
all of it, it is everything that i have
that now i give, that now i must lose, to be whole again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Every exit is an entry somewhere.
quote by Tom Stoppard
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Every exit is an entry somewhere else.
quote by Tom Stoppard
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Shooting Star And Me
A shooting star up in the sky
although fast, caught my eye.
As it died and fell from sight
I got too see its glorious flight.
If when I fall when I am done
I'd like to know that there was one
that saw my exit in their eyes
as I burned out like the stars in the skies.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Bedevilled
In vain, in vain may I explain
A conundrum of much pain.
Whilst I seek its answer, what’s to gain
Since I’m bedeviled in its twain?
My entry and exit, not of my refrain,
But my saunter between bears my vein.
What truly drives me nearly in sane:
Doodlers who dabble, but then abstain.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Often They Do Exit From Them Alone
Whatever is whispered about them and said.
Those intolerant of an atmosphere,
Filled with pretentions.
And exit from them quickly.
Should not,
But often they do.
Exit from them alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After my exit…
After my exit, who will care it?
After my exit, who will help it?
Who will keep it? Who will mind it?
Leave it, I resolve and feel stress-less.
06.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Most of the people who get off at our exit get off by mistake. They thought it was Exit 57.
quote by Tom Perkins
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Suicide
I can go any time
Any where, in any direction
Just like the shooting star.
Why should I go?
Did I know I was coming?
So I must postpone my early going.
I shall drink the moon light
And the sight of shooting stars with delight
I shall enjoy the nature's charm and grace
I shall rejoice the humanity's infectious face
I know after every pain there is pleasure
After every sadness, gladness
After every adversaries, an advantage
I promise I shall never bow down
I shall fight back and let my life go on
If I have not come here of my own
Somebody has sent me with definite purpose
So there is no need to go early I suppose
Rather it will be better
To find the answer
To do the most desirable duty,
Who, how, when and why!
Long, long ago I wanted to die
Someone says somebody somewhere is waiting
So I must postpone my early going! !
poem by Abdul Wahab
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The Engine that Keeps Us Running
At the end of the sidewalk
There is a turn
Near the end of the road
There is an exit
Our engines run together
Never turning separately
But in union
And together
We never exit the road we travel
The love we have for one another
Is our engine
An engine that no one can duplicate
That no one can force into exit
That no one can expire
Together
Our fuel never runs out
We are champions of a mass race
Apart
The coolant cannot cool
The steering wheel cannot steer
The wheels cannot turn
The oil starts to leak
And our engine cannot breathe
Until our engines fall apart
And we cannot race together anymore
Into the heavens we will be
Our engines will be known
For their ability to run together
In union
Through all our life
And others will wonder
How, through so many glitches
We have still made it
And we have managed to fix all errors
And others will wonder
How we kept each other running
Through many engine stalls
And through so many leaks
People will wonder
How we always managed to patch those leaks
And with every spark
We have always started up again
Our engines
Are infamous
Are great
Cannot be copied
Cannot be managed by anyone
But ourselves
Without your engine
My engine would be stalled
With a little spark
We are back in the race
The never ending race
That will only keep us side by side
Until the end of our engine life days
poem by Diana Poems
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With No Escapes From It To Exit
There is no other way to address truth,
But to be prepared to be stripped naked...
Bare,
With the exposing of every blemish.
Since truth is not seeking to be impressed.
Truth is on a mission to uncover honesty.
And many are still unbelieving,
The depth of which truth sees without explanation...
To deceive what is already revealed.
When truth is in one's presence and is fully awakened,
With no escapes from it to exit...
Foolish is the time taken to charade in masquerade,
To evade it with a wasting away of one's time.
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escaping undetected,
Truth...
Is very effective.
Once fed truth it manifests.
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
With no escapes from it to exit,
Truth...
Is very effective!
And truth will not be neglected...
To reject!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Maze
From right to left, and to and fro,
Caught in a labyrinth you go,
And turn, and turn, and turn again,
To solve the mystery, but in vain;
Stand still, and breathe, and take from me
A clue, that soon shall set you free!
Not Ariadne, if you met her,
Herself could serve you with a better.
You enter’d easily--find where--
And make with ease your exit there!
poem by William Cowper
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What We Need
a vent.
something windy like a fan.
an orifice
an exit, oh not yet,
let us say just an opening
where we can enter
and still be together
okay, you want an exit,
let us do it
open it, i will get out
first, then you go next,
i will not wait for you
i am rushing this
and you are rushing to
where?
i too, don't know.
cool.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Last American Exit
You know the reasons I can't conceal
You know I'm leaving you
obviously you know how I feel
it's not as easy as calling out your name when I'm down
it's not a matter for wrong or right
it ain't much better that drinking and looking to fight
you know I'm tired of crawling hind my name among the crowd
I'm on the last American exit to the northland
I'm on the last American exit to my homeland
I'm on the last American exit to my last chance
they keep calling out my name-shout it down
you've made them wonder and know for sure
you've made them hunger at night and then run for the door
you know you'll probably cry like Caesar's son when
you're found
it's not your place it's another town
let's face it baby I'm up and then baby I'm down
you'll watch the border offer you fame and watch you drown
know your neighbors and know they'll take us
know my city it's just like theirs are
hope I make it. I know I'm going to make it somehow
know my saviour he knows you shakers
know my pity. I'll see you later
I'd like to stay but I know it doesn't matter somehow
They keep callin out my name
They keep callin out my name
They keep callin out my name
I shout it down
song performed by by The Tragically Hip from The Tragically Hip
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