The Room of My Life
Here,
in the room of my life
the objects keep changing.
Ashtrays to cry into,
the suffering brother of the wood walls,
the forty-eight keys of the typewriter
each an eyeball that is never shut,
the books, each a contestant in a beauty contest,
the black chair, a dog coffin made of Naugahyde,
the sockets on the wall
waiting like a cave of bees,
the gold rug
a conversation of heels and toes,
the fireplace
a knife waiting for someone to pick it up,
the sofa, exhausted with the exertion of a whore,
the phone
two flowers taking root in its crotch,
the doors
opening and closing like sea clams,
the lights
poking at me,
lighting up both the soil and the laugh.
The windows,
the starving windows
that drive the trees like nails into my heart.
Each day I feed the world out there
although birds explode
right and left.
I feed the world in here too,
offering the desk puppy biscuits.
However, nothing is just what it seems to be.
My objects dream and wear new costumes,
compelled to, it seems, by all the words in my hands
and the sea that bangs in my throat.
poem by Anne Sexton
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The walls
Life, here in the surroundings of my white walls,
The walls that watch me while I pray, while I sing,
While I dance and work in my little room, while
I cry, these white walls they know my life, only
they cry with me or sing or pray or dance, they give
my life the warm feelings of hands. The colors
of my works the fabrics, the pen that move my hands,
the architect of my bones, the father, the I AM, they
all life in me. Life, life is my big question! , life is the
I AM, and the I AM is life. I gather here in my room
all of my works, the good, the bad and the worsse,
they come alive with my help. Life in these white
walls, pink I rather say, ' I love pink' My sink full
of dishes waiting to be washed, the flowers on my
table growing roots, the doors and windows always
on guard, the lamps that never cease to give me light,
the sofa so exhausted of my exhausting body, the tree
near my window poking at me, then the cry of a puppy
I hear it all the time. My shop my objects; they dream
and have their own mind, they wear the colors of life,
they dress up and move my soul,
I love how they love me back…
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Heart To Heart
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the seasons of the heart album. it has also been released on the very best of john denver (double cd), the country roads collection an
Country classics albums.
I havent seen all there is to see
But Ive seen quite a bit
Some things Ill always remember
Some things I wish that I could forget
I havent quite been around the world
But Ive been around the block
I know that distances are meaningless
Like the hands that move around a clock
And I know that love is everywhere
Always safe, always true
And exactly where it comes from
Is where its going to
Your heart to mine
My heart to yours
Talk about opening windows
Talk about opening doors
My heart to yours
Your heart to mine
Love is a light that shines
From heart to heart
Here I am sitting in old hong kong
The harbor and the lights
Theyre like diamonds in the heavens
Enough to brighten the darkest of nights
Theres another side to sorrow
As there is to everything
Like the other side of lonely
Is falling in love again
And then you know that theres an answer
To the suffering we see
And though it isnt easy
Its still as simple as you and me
And youll know that love is everywhere
Always safe, always true
And exactly where it comes from
Is where its going to
Your heart to mine
My heart to yours
Talk about opening windows
Talk about opening doors
My heart to yours
Your heart to mine
Love is a light that shines
From heart to heart
Your heart to mine
My heart to yours
Talk about opening windows
Talk about opening doors
My heart to yours
Your heart to mine
Love is a light that shines
From heart to heart
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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Peter The Dealer
We were waiting for peter, the dealer,
He comes in the evening when were fussing in bed.
He says, good morning, heres your breakfast,
And give us plates of stone.
Take a pinta blood each from us to give to the poor.
We count the windows in the cities and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time.
Our minds are objects of constipation,
Our bodies are subject to dissipation.
So keep your intentions in a clear bottle
And leave it in the cupboard when youre out.
We were waiting for peter, the wheeler,
He comes in the morning when were fast asleep.
Gives us a trip thats spending hundred years in a day,
And takes a bone each from us to give to the dogs.
We count the wrinkles on the globe and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time.
Our minds are objects of constipation,
Our bodies are subject to dissipation.
So keep your intentions in a clear bottle
And leave it on the shelf when you rap.
We were waiting for peter, the blower,
He comes in when were fixing snow on rock.
Gives us orange juice laced with sunshine and spring,
And takes a heart each from us to give to the world.
We count the memories that are lost and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time.
Our minds are objects of constipation,
Our bodies are subject to dissipation.
So keep your intentions in a clear bottle
Throw it in the ocean when you go.
We were waiting for peter, the weaver,
He comes in a flash when were wide awake.
Says the world cant give us answers
cause its stuttering in its mind.
Takes a head each off us to give us some peace.
We count the lights in the universe and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Peter The Dealer
We were waiting for peter, the dealer,
He comes in the evening when were fussing in bed.
He says, good morning, heres your breakfast,
And give us plates of stone.
Take a pinta blood each from us to give to the poor.
We count the windows in the cities and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time.
Our minds are objects of constipation,
Our bodies are subject to dissipation.
So keep your intentions in a clear bottle
And leave it in the cupboard when youre out.
We were waiting for peter, the wheeler,
He comes in the morning when were fast asleep.
Gives us a trip thats spending hundred years in a day,
And takes a bone each from us to give to the dogs.
We count the wrinkles on the globe and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time.
Our minds are objects of constipation,
Our bodies are subject to dissipation.
So keep your intentions in a clear bottle
And leave it on the shelf when you rap.
We were waiting for peter, the blower,
He comes in when were fixing snow on rock.
Gives us orange juice laced with sunshine and spring,
And takes a heart each from us to give to the world.
We count the memories that are lost and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time.
Our minds are objects of constipation,
Our bodies are subject to dissipation.
So keep your intentions in a clear bottle
Throw it in the ocean when you go.
We were waiting for peter, the weaver,
He comes in a flash when were wide awake.
Says the world cant give us answers
cause its stuttering in its mind.
Takes a head each off us to give us some peace.
We count the lights in the universe and tell each other,
Yes, life is a helluva lot of waiting time.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Robinson
The dog stops barking after Robinson has gone.
His act is over. The world is a gray world,
Not without violence, and he kicks under the grand piano,
The nightmare chase well under way.
The mirror from Mexico, stuck to the wall,
Reflects nothing at all. The glass is black.
Robinson alone provides the image Robinsonian.
Which is all of the room--walls, curtains,
Shelves, bed, the tinted photograph of Robinson's first wife,
Rugs, vases panatelas in a humidor.
They would fill the room if Robinson came in.
The pages in the books are blank,
The books that Robinson has read. That is his favorite chair,
Or where the chair would be if Robinson were here.
All day the phone rings. It could be Robinson
Calling. It never rings when he is here.
Outside, white buildings yellow in the sun.
Outside, the birds circle continuously
Where trees are actual and take no holiday.
poem by Weldon Kees
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Waiting For The Worms
Oooo you cannot reach me now,
Oooo no matter how you try.
Goodbye cruel world, its over.
Walk on by.
Sitting in a bunker,
Here behind my wall,
Waiting for the worms to come. ( worms to come. )
In perfect isolation,
Here behind my wall,
Waiting for the worms to come. ( worms to come. )
Waiting, to cut out the deadwood.
Waiting, to clean up the city.
Waiting, to follow the worms.
Waiting, to put on a black shirt.
Waiting, to weed out the weaklings.
Waiting, to smash in their windows and kick in their doors.
Waiting, for the final solution to strengthen the strain.
Waiting, to follow the worms.
Waiting, to turn on the showers and fire the ovens.
Waiting, for the queers and the coons and the reds and the jews.
Waiting, to follow the worms.
Would you like to see britannia,
Rule again, my friend?
All you have to do is follow the worms.
Would you like to send our colored cousins,
Home again, my friend?
All you need to do is follow the worms.
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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Poet's Graveyard
On the hills thick fog creeps along
the haunted soil of your grave
Ghostly birds sing misty, morning songs
-there's nothing left for you to crave
Mourning you - your friends you knew
dragging solemn shoes across the morning dew
crickets chirp in the gloomy mood
all is bad - all is good
Death stands nearby, with scythe - in black hood
Your final bed's headboard made of rock
in daylight hours - in moonlit storms
defeated skeletons of trees above you mock
your bones that feed the flowers and worms
All is bad - all is good
Even the Poet is a slave
wrapped in coffin-blanket made of wood
Clock is ticking - Road of Fate is paved
-and Death's a Dream we all shall have.
poem by Ray Quesada
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Daydreaming at 5: 30 AM
I am waiting for the world to explode
I am waiting for the oceans to exceed their grasps.
I am waiting for you to start carving flaming words in to the air
with a silver forked tongue.
I am waiting for the numbers to come in.
I am waiting for words to jump off pages and start a 50 state murder spree.
I am waiting for every clock on the planet to break...
at exactly the same time.
I am waiting for the deaf, dumb, and idiotic celebreties to melt,
screaming,
running through streets.
I am waiting for people to rub the sleep from their eyes and go outside.
I am waiting for the television stations to be overrun by psychotic schizophrenics...at gun point.
I am waiting for concrete to burn like kerosene.
I am waiting for humanity to FINALLY admit it is NOT humane.
I am waiting for scars to be recognized as beauty marks.
I am waiting for your cool to drip with blood.
I am waiting for the insane and violent to inherit the earth.
I am waiting for America to stop using it's televisions as windows to the world.
I am waiting for scarifaction to take the place of plastic surgery among the rich and stupid.
I am waiting for Americas hungry to start eating the fat and powerful.
I am waiting for the 'barbarians at the gates' to break through wearing hair shirts and loin cloths carrying automatic weapons.
I am waiting for screams... all kinds, pain, anguish, victory, battle cries...SCREAMS.
Life IS trying to kill you.
poem by Brevet Wilson
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The Verdict
Did you do me right?
Did I do right by you?
When I bared my soul it seems you did not hear
Can this be true?
Am I fool to fight?
I could do just what you say
But Im following my heart and that takes me another way
Its not easy when theres no one one giving prizes at the end
Waiting in the wings
Wishing that the band would start to play
As the show begins
Wonder what the critics have to say
Waiting
Waiting
For the verdict
Some people live so fast
Theyre so scared of getting old
Some people keep on working
All they do is line their graves with gold
We dont know what happens when we die
We only know we die too soon
But we have to try or else our world becomes a waiting room
Would you testify for me?
I think Id do the same for you
Waiting in the dark
Waiting for the phone to ring all day
My witness disappears
Wonder what the jury has to say
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
Waiting
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Dream Brother
(j. buckley/m. grondahl/m. johnson)
There is a child sleeping near his twin
The pictures go wild in a rush of wind
That dark angel he is shuffling in
Watching over them with his black feather wings unfurled
The love you lost with her skin so fair
Is free with the wind in her butterscotch hair
Her green eyes blew goodbyes
With her head in her hands
And your kiss on the lips of another
Dream brother with your tears scattered round the world.
Don't be like the one who made me so old
Don't be like the one who left behind his name
'cause they're waiting for you like i waited for mine
And nobody ever came...
Don't be like the one who made me so old
Don't be like the one who left behind his name
'cause they're waiting for you like i waited for mine
And nobody ever came...
Don't be like the one who made me so old
Don't be like the one who left behind his name
'cause they're waiting for you like i waited for mine
Nobody ever came
Nobody ever...
I feel afraid and i call your name
I love your voice and your dance insane
I hear your words and i know your pain
With your head in your hands and her kiss on the lips of another
Your eyes to the ground and the world spinning round forever
Asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over
Asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over
Asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over
Ah do you meet the one i love
And smell the one who loves you
Dream brother, dream brother, dream, dream
Dream asleep in the sand with the ocean washing over
song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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Windows Of The World
Just like a rose without a thorn
Defenses fade, weve come undone
Desire, the answer for harmony
This moment together
We can see
Deep into the night
Were looking through the windows of the world
Underneath the sky
Were opening the windows of the world
We stay afloat on this sea of storms
The tides of time carry us along
Beginning and ending with what we know
Surrender emotions
Here we go
Deep into the night
Were looking through the windows of the world
Underneath the sky
Were opening the windows of the world
Beginning and ending with what we know
Surrender emotions
Here we go
Deep into the night
Were looking through the windows of the world
Underneath the sky
Were opening the windows of the world
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Half The World
Only one shadow on the wall
Just one candle burning bright
I hold your picture to my heart
Im alone inside the night
The sun comes up in china ... the lights go on in rome
Half the world is waiting for someone they can hold
Half the world is praying theyll never be alone
Everytime you leave me a part of me goes too
And half your world is waiting here for you
I reach across an empty bed
I hear your whisper in my ear
But like the sun without the moon
Its half a dream without you here
The train that takes you from me
Brings somebody home
Half the world is waiting for someone they can hold
Half the world is praying theyll never be alone
Everytime you leave me a part of me goes too
And half your world is waiting here for you
Baby the earth stands still
When Im lying next to you
No matter where you go
Our whole worlds inside this room
The sun comes up in china
The lights go on in rome ... oh
Half the world is waiting for someone they can hold
Half the world is praying theyll never be alone
And everytime you leave me my heart breaks in two
And half the world is waiting here for you
Im waiting here for you ...
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Feeling A Red Brick Wall With My Soft White Hands
red bricks
walls
thick walls
seeing these walls
of red bricks
feeling the hardness
of each
with my soft hands
close my eyes
feel that
i am inside you
a wall
no i don't scream
i moan
and then i am silent
so tired and
asleep
dreaming of windows
red doors
golden locks
platinum keys
wings on my shoulder
feathers of birds
blue skies red suns
blue moons
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Is It That Makes Us Stop To Love?
is it too much familiarity that the other
sounds like a blabber
and looks like a blubber
and smells like a tuber?
is it the hustle and bustle of the daily worries
that takes her away from a mystery
and you have nothing mystical
to maintain that fantasy?
so much reality
this everydayness that shuts you out
from the interest of life
it must be the desire turned off
the will surrendering
the heart dying because there is no more blood
rushing because the ecstasy had long left both of you
staring at the ceiling
and waking up as though there is nobody sleeping on your side
and closing windows and opening doors
stepping out
finding the air of freedom and smelling its new scent
feeling the wind
and wanting to play even if it is dark and cold and damp
on a moonless night
on the soft grass under the lushing trees
waiting for your dream
to come
where someone will be there
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Wistfully Watching
They explore the world
through windows,
church windows,
school windows,
two up, two down windows,
castle windows,
large windows,
small windows.
They see it all,
from blameless to guilty,
from noble to treacherous,
through windows.
From skyscraper windows,
to basement flat windows,
from paupers windows,
and palace windows
they watch, absorb, suck it in.
Later when they have grown
they will remember,
try to empathise,
rationalise
decipher the coded metaphors,
but some day
they will be demoralised
by the windows of life.
There they sit __ wistfully watching __
the children
of our times.
poem by Ruth Walters
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My Love Is A Liquid
Can you see her little eyes?
Can you see her little hands?
Dont you think she looks just like me?
Can you hear her little scream?
Can you hear her little cry?
Dont you think she sounds just like me?
You have friends and we have reasons
I cant meet you face-to-face
There are no corners to hide in my room
No doors, no windows, no fireplace
My love is only for me
My love needs nobody else
Did you know that my love is a liquid?
I could talk to me for years
I cant speak to you at all
Did you know that friends come in boxes?
You have friends and we have reasons
I cant meet you face-to-face
There are no corners to hide in my room
No doors, no windows, no fireplace
Save your money buy a tube
Let your body flow inside
Watch it grow before your eyes
Watch it grow before your eyes
You have friends and we have reasons
I cant meet you face-to-face
There are no corners to hide in my room
No doors, no windows, no fireplace
song performed by by Gary Numan
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In my house
You enter a room to see a park
You close a door only to be led to another stairway
Leading you to another room with nothing but windows
You close a window the rest remains open
You close the windows and another door
In that park in the room where you just entered
Opens
Then you are confused about the roof that opens
To a river to the rocks where another door opens
To a wall with trees and birds and butterflies
This is weird you say, this is really weird
Then from the garage comes a wind that blows
Its horn like a car
I have just arrived offering you an explanation
For all these mess, these uncertainties, these self-made
confusions.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Waiting For You
(s. hoffs/b. steinberg/t. kelly)
Susanna
I get so restless here alone
Thats why I call you on the phone
I get nervous, over-anxious, lose control
Waiting for you, baby
Lately I dream that Im in your arms
When youre here I feel Im safe from harm
Id do anything that you want, babe
Anything at all
And Im waiting for you to see
You mean the world to me
Stars and the moon wait for you in my lonely room
The warmth of the sun is in your smile
I get so restless here alone
Thats why I call you on the phone
Id do anything that you want, babe
Anything at all
And Im waiting for you to see
You mean the world to me
Waiting for you
Waiting
song performed by by Bangles
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Unsuccessfully waiting
Unsuccessfully waiting
~
There is a phone call
Still waiting to be made
A letter left unwritten
On a desk beside a frame
Where a picture waits to be placed
The are feelings existing
Words wanting to be said
Look to find a way to be heard
The is a song waiting on a chorus
With each verse yet to be writ
The ideas are beginnings
Without a first step made
A silence remaining unbroken
No message ever sent
A thought non really know
But a few may suspect
The are some excuses
None stand as an explanation
Why two hearts still wait
On a phone call to be made
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Is This The World We Created?
Words and music by freddie mercury and brian may
Just look at all those hungry mouths we have to feed
Take a look at all the suffering we breed
So many lonely faces scattered all around
Searching for what they need
Is this the world we created?
What did we do it for?
Is this the world we invaded
Against the law?
So it seems in the end
Is this what were all living for today?
The world that we created
You know that every day a helpless child is born
Who needs some loving care inside a happy home
Somewhere a wealthy man is sitting on his throne
Waiting for life to go by
Is this the world we created?
We made it on our own
Is this the world we devastated
Right to the bone?
If theres a God in the sky looking down
What can he think of what weve done
To the world that he created?
song performed by by Queen
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