Mistakes and Changes
Dreading day after day
Slowly trudging through
People pass by a blur
Of faces and clothes
Sitting in the back
Listening to the drones
Of supposed authority
Doing what your told
Feeling inadequate
Feeling bored
Feeling alone and separate
So different from what was the norm
Only a few days ago
Looking so forward
To the end of the week
When things will change
When I can go home
poem by Autumn Winds
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Inadequate
Inadequate.
It means not enough.
Like water in a glass half full
it is insufficient.
Some necessary bit is absent.
Inadequate is deficient.
It is vitamin C
in the diet of someone suffering from scurvy.
Inadequate is precisely what you feel
when you work yourself tired
for something your heart so desired
and in the end disappoint yourself still.
Inadequate is when you lack the will
to even try because somewhere inside
you just know you will fail.
Inadequate is someone when rejected.
Something inadequate is something defective.
Inadequate can mean not deserving company
almost like you're invisible maybe,
too unimportant to like or hate.
This word 'inadequate'
resounds in my head of late.
poem by Shaqueena Celestin
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Old Girl, A Backwards Dream
he was just sitting there listening, you know...
sitting on the stoop, listening to the old black man
play guitar...
listening to the children playing across the way...
listening to the occasional car, and the way the sunset
clapped against the trees, keeping rhythm.
the old man started singing, low, almost a growl:
'old girl, old girl, where you been so long?
old girl, old girl, where you been so long?
done took the night out of my daytime,
and the darkness out of dawn.
old girl, old girl, why you be that way?
old girl, old girl, why you be that way?
you pack your clothes to travel on,
you dont unpack your clothes to stay...'
he grinned at the old man, 'yeah...'
the smell of streaked meat frying, and coffee
boiling over came from the house...
'how many eggs y'all want? '
the old man started singing again:
'old girl, old girl, why you wanna shake that thing?
old girl, old girl, why you wanna shake that thing?
you lock me out of your house,
why you wanna be so mean? '...
'y'all gonna see mean in a minute, if you dont
get your buts in here and eat..'
'we coming, baby', the old man grinned, slowly sliding
the guitar back in its case.
shaking his head and looking up, he saw an owl,
perched silently on the eaves. pulling down his hat,
he followed the old man in.... the sound of the screen
door slamming echoed in the dusk.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Through Walmart's Doors
A gaze within
A look without
At a blur of a throng
That moves about
Old… young
Fat… thin
Rushing home
Then back again
Eager faces,
Ready checks
Fingers tight on
Back of children’s necks
Tugging at carts
Stuck tightly together
All dressed… all wrong
No matter the weather
Chinese products
Bought chop-chop quick
Out of date products
That makes them sick
A blur of humanity
An unending shout
River of people…
That flows in and out
In and out, …out and in
A blur…a river…a streak
Twenty four hours… each and every day
Seven days a week
poem by David Whalen
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Everyday Is Like Sunday
[ morrissey ]
Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is a coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armagedon - come armagedon come armagedon come
Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Hide on a promanade
Etch on a post card:
How I dearly wish I was not here
In the seaside town
That they forgot to bomb
Come, come nuclear bomb!
Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(and on your face)
Everyday is like sunday
Win yourself a cheap tray
Share some grease tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Growing Up
No-one told me growing up would be this hard baby
No-one told me growing up would be this hard
I can see , I see you sitting down
Why can't you be moving to the front
I can see , I see you sitting down
Why can't you be moving to the front
You told me there's a tomorrow
I don't believe you
You told me that there's time borrow
You never told me enough
Chorus
I can see see I see you sitting down
Why can't you be moving to the front
I can see see I see you sitting down
Why can't you be moving to the front
I am the voice of tomorrow
I make it to the future
So you tell me that I'm supposed to follow
You never told me enough
Chorus
You see the pain I feel
Is this all you've got to say to me
Please don't preach to me
You taught me all you can
But you've got no brain-scan
Your advise is no use to me
Chorus
song performed by by Daniel Bedingfield
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Everyday Is Like Sunday
Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town
That they forgot to close down
Armageddon - come armageddon!
Come, armageddon! come!
Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Hide on the promenade
Etch a postcard :
How I dearly wish I was not here
In the seaside town
...that they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come - nuclear bomb
Everyday is like sunday
Everyday is silent and grey
Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
(and on your face...)
(on your face ...)
(on your face ...)
(on your face ...)
Everyday is like sunday
Win yourself a cheap tray
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and grey
song performed by by Morrissey
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Not Supposed To Break Down
Youre not supposed to be human
Youre not supposed to really feel
Not supposed to get involved
With anything completely real
Fifteen families starving
All around the corner block
Here were standing so alone
Just like gibraltar rock
Not supposed to break down
Youre not supposed to break down
Swallow the dirt
Keep listening to the hurt
Youll be safe and sound
Supposed to be super human
Cover everything
Just like a bird
Cover an egg with its wing
And knowing theres nothing sacred
And what is the use
>no point trying to find
What is worth, what is true
Not supposed to break down
Youre not supposed to break down
Swallow the hurt listen to the dirt
Youll be safe and sound
Youre not supposed to break down
Youre not supposed to break down
Swallow the hurt
Listen to the dirt
And youll be safe and sound
A fool and his mainline connection
By-pass going to the well
But that doesnt matter anymore
Im sure that we can tell
Whos a puppet on a string
An who really holds the glove
But it aint up you and me
Its up to the lord above
Youre not supposed to break down
Youre not supposed to break down
Swallow the hurt
Keep on listening to the dirt
And Ill bet youll be safe and sound
Youre not supposed to break down
Youre not supposed to break down
Swallow the hurt
Listen to the dirt
Ill bet youll be safe and sound
And Ill bet youll be safe and sound
And Ill bet youll be safe and sound
Ill bet youll be safe and sound
song performed by by Van Morrison
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The Attic
Climbing the stairs to the attic up above,
she stopped a moment to think.
What will I find in the rooms so cluttered?
Everything under the sink.
For no one had been curious enough
to see what they could find.
She'd been the one in her family
to never leave anything behind.
And so she entered the musty rooms
and slowly took everything in.
The boxes, the piles and clothes of old
that belonged to most of her kin.
She tried rummaging through pictures
of people she knew right away.
And still there were other faces
whose memories did not stay.
She came upon a picture of two,
two that she did not know.
Completely mesmerized with this picture,
something inside started to grow.
An uneasiness within her heart
for the two looked just like she.
The world stood still for a minute
as she thought 'How can this be? '
And so she searched some more that day
and found her baby photo.
It was attached to a newspaper clipping
that was printed long ago.
'Baby survives. Mom and dad dead
in a terrible wreck.
No identity of the parents that died
Baby girl is just perfect.'
In her mind she knew for sure
a mom and dad had found her,
raised her, loved her as one of their own,
Her eyes all tears and blur.
She knew it was supposed to be
that the attic would always hold
a special meaning for her to keep,
knowledge she kept secret like gold.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Lost Man Insane
Damn this is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy…
Because we’ve been separated for the longest time now, but a particular bond has always held us together,
You’re not mine and I’m not yours but there’s still something hidden, deep in between the distance…
When you told me what happened, I wanted to punch down the wall of regret I built around my heart,
No shower can wash me of this uneasy feeling because I was coming back; at least that’s what I thought…
I just needed a little more time… I can’t take it back, or change what is done, what is now or what is reality…
So many times I wanted to call you back and lay bricks to a new foundation, I just never seemed to find the time in me…
Sad to say you were on my list to do, to love you the way a good man is supposed to, the way I was supposed to…
I’m mad at you, but even angrier at my actions, because I let idle time take control of my passion…
My heart finally dropped when I realized this means no more you and us…
This is crazy, this is crazy, this is crazy…
Because that was supposed to be my bundle of joy you carry inside you…
And I was supposed to be the one to help guide it…
That was supposed to be my cradle of life that has been planted deep inside you…
My facial expressions show it, and I don’t think there’s any way to hide it…
I was supposed to be the one that holds it and let it know that daddy is right here…
And I was supposed to be the one to assure it that daddy isn’t going anywhere…
I was supposed to be the one to help nurture and expand its mind…
I’m sorry because I got lost in the world, caught up in all of its shine,
And now it seems I’ve run out of time…
This is crazy, this is crazy, God damn, this is crazy…
poem by De'Mario Greene
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Willing To Look At This Objectively
Are you willing to look at this objectively?
'I suppose I am.
At that depends on how much sense you make.
I'll give it a shot.'
Great.
All I ask is that you be open minded.
'Okay.
Cool.
I'm listening.'
You are an adult.
And you have made your own decisions,
Right?
'Of course I did.
Didn't you? '
Remember when you rushed into purchasing,
Your new home, and two fancy brand new cars?
Clothes and those back to back trips,
You and your friends took to the Caribbean?
And you laughed at me,
When I said I could barely afford a public bus pass?
'Go ahead.
Rub it in.
You couldn't wait to bring this up, huh? '
Oh...
No. No. No...
My mind has matured above that.
I was going to recommend you get a bus pass too.
And slowly you can remove those disguises.
It's okay.
I use to have fantasies myself.
Of being an acclaimed and famous writer.
I thank God that's no longer a fantasy.
'Well...
We all suffer from our delusions and mistakes made.
Thank you for helping me see it from your point of view.
I am glad you understand the position I am in.'
You have no idea.
I am totally empathetic.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rumors
I thought he was my best friend.
Back in December I knew it had to end.
He told people we kissed and that we were going out.
I just told them I don't know what he's talking about.
Just yesterday I learned he told people we had sex.
I've never had sex with anyone. Not even my ex.
It hurts to know he's said that about me.
It makes me even madder cause friends are what we're supposed to be.
He was the one I trusted out of all the people I know.
The act of rumors spread cause of him makes him so low.
I'll never be his friend again no matter what he does,
Because all he'll do is say he said it just because.
So, our friendship is over, and it was no great loss.
I won't sweat the rumors cause at least I know their false.
poem by Heather Noble
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Martyrs!
martyrs...
silently trudging head down
to the promised land.
familiar?
a neighbor, a forgotten uncle,
the stranger you saw on the corner;
the faces...
bombing victims in the Middle East,
hungry children on foreign soils,
the kid picked up for looking suspicious.
the bullied kid that hung himself,
the family living in the backseat
of a car in Florida.
the tired eyed man standing
in the unemployment line.
the protesters, and the cops
with pepper spray and clubs...
the face of the young boy taken
from his drug addict parents...
bodies and faces,
souls wrapped in dirty flesh.
silently trudging,
martyrs!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The World Is Black
The World Is Black
Turn on channel seven at a quarter to eight
You see the same damn thing it's just a different day and
No one really knows why this is happening
But it's happening
And everywhere you go it's just a different place
You get the same dark feeling
See the same sad faces
No one really cares that this is happening
We come into this world
And we all are the same
In that moment there's no one to blame
But the world is black
And hearts are cold
And there's no hope
That's what we're told
And we can't go back
It won't be the same
Forever changed
By the things we say, say
Living in this place it's always been this way
There's no one doing nothing so there's nothing changed
And I can't live when this world just keeps dying
It's dying
People always tell me this is part of the plan
That God's got everybody in his hands
But I can only pray that God is listening
Is he listening?
We're living in this world
Growing colder everyday
Nothing can stay perfect now I say
But the world is black
And hearts are cold
And there's no hope
That's what we're told
And we can't go back
It won't be the same
Forever changed
By the things we say, say, say
We come into this world
And we all are the same
And in that moment there's no one to blame
But we're living in this world
Growing colder everyday
Nothing can stay perfect now I say
The world is black
And hearts are cold
There's no hope
That's what we're told
And we can't go back
(We can't go back)
It won't be the same
(It won't be the same)
Forever changed
(What will ever change)
By the things we say, say, say
Turn on channel seven at a quarter to eight
You see the same damn thing it's just a different day
And no one really knows why this is happening
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Feeling Strange
Can you tell me why am I feeling?
Can you tell me why am I feeling?
Tonight I am myself again
I am one as whole
I realise that Im like this
When I look into my soul
I see a confused vessel there
Sitting even though Im not
Under the influence of any
Substance for a shot
No substance for a shot
No substance for a shot
Yeah
Can you tell me why am I feeling
As I were floating in space again yeah
Can you tell me why am I seeing life in a blur
I dont feel, I dont feel normal friend will it even end?
All I have to do to get me into this state
Is to just be left alone
And even then its far too late
My mind begins to wonder
Travel far and beyond
The barriers of human thought
Yeah they break here before too long
Yeah they break here before too long
Yeah they break here before too long
Can you tell me why am I feeling
As I were floating in space again
Yeah
Can you tell me why am I seeing life in a blur
I dont feel - I dont feel normal friend will it even end?
I start thinking overloading
My thought capacity
My vision take em somewhere
Now at great velocity
I cant get out of this Im caught
Please interrupt
Imagination runs away from me
Is it normal to be corrupt
Can you tell me why am I feeling
As I were floating in space again yeah
Can you tell me why am I seeing life in a blur
I dont feel, I dont feel normal friend will it even end?
Can you tell me why?
Can you tell me why?
Can you tell me why?
Can you tell me why?
song performed by by Imogen Heap
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Authority Song
They like to get you in a compromising position
They like to get you there and smille in your face
They think, theyre so cute when they got you in that condition
Well I think, its a total disgrace
Chorus:
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I been doing it, since I was a young kid
Ive come out grinnin
I fight authority, authority always wins
So I call up my preacher
I say: gimme strenght for round 5
He said: you dont need no strength, you need to grow up, son
I said: growing up leads to growing old and then to dying,
And dying to me dont sound like all that much fun
Chorus:
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I been doing it, since I was a young kid
Ive come out grinnin
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I been doing it, since I was a young kid
Ive come out grinnin
I fight authority, authority always wins
Oh no
Oh no
I fight authority, authority always wins
Chorus:
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I been doing it, since I was a young kid
Ive come out grinnin
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I been doing it, since I was a young kid
Ive come out grinnin
I fight authority, authority always wins
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Nobody Gives
Sung by the tramp
I cant understand why everybodys quarreling,
Nobody gives in case they lose face,
And everybodys guilty and everybodys innocent,
And the fact of it is nobody gives any more.
Its the same throughout all history,
Nobody gives unless they receive,
And nobody trusts or is willing to believe
And nobody gives or is willing to concede.
Back in nineteen hundred and twenty-five
There were thousands of people struggling to survive.
There was hunger, unemployment and poverty,
Then in 1926 they decided to be free
So they all went on strike and
The workers told the unions, who blamed it on the government,
The politicians blamed it on the strikers and the militants,
Everybodys guilty and everybodys innocent,
But the fact of it is nobody gives any more.
Back in nineteen hundred and thirty-nine
There were scores of german military waiting in a line,
And the fatherland wanted what the world wouldnt give,
And then hitler decided he could take what was his,
So they all went to war and said
Kill all the left-wing intellectuals,
Annihilate the jews and wipe out their race,
Eliminate the weak because theyre ineffectual,
And the fact of it is nobody gives any more.
Im only sitting here watching it all go on
And listening to both sides.
Yeah, why cant we talk it out,
Why cant we sort it out,
Well work it out if we try.
Why cant we sit down and work out a compromise,
Why not negotiate and try to be civilised?
Ill tell you why, because nobody gives a damn.
Nobody listens and no one will understand.
Yet Im wondering, sitting here wondering,
And listening to both sides.
Why cant we work it out?
Why cant we sort it out?
Well work it out if we try.
Why cant we sit down and work out a compromise,
Why not negotiate and try to be civilised?
Ill tell you why, because nobody gives a damn.
Nobody listens and no one will understand.
Yet, Im wondering, sitting here wondering,
Yet Im wondering, sitting here wondering
Listening to both sides.
Nobody gives, nobody gives, nobody gives.
The workers told the unions who blamed it on the government,
The politicians blamed it on the strikers and the militants,
Everybodys guilty and everybodys innocent.
Nobody gives. nobody gives a damn any more.
The politicians, unions, workers and the militants,
The fact of it is nobody gives any more.
song performed by by Kinks
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Living On A Thin Line
All the stories have been told
Of kings and days of old,
But theres no england now.
All the wars that were won and lost
Somehow dont seem to matter very much anymore.
All the lies we were told,
All the lies of the people running round,
Theyre castles have burned.
Now I see change,
But inside were the same as we ever were.
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Living this way, each day is a dream.
What am i, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Now another century nearly gone,
What are we gonna leave for the young?
What we couldnt do, what we wouldnt do,
Its a crime, but does it matter?
Does it matter much, does it matter much to you?
Does it ever really matter?
Yes, it really, really matters.
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Now another leader says
Break their hearts and break some heads.
Is there nothing we can say or do?
Blame the future on the past,
Always lost in blood and guts.
And when theyre gone, its me and you.
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line,
Tell me now, what are we supposed to do?
Living on a thin line.
song performed by by Kinks
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Goodby Mass
Sitting on a hard chair try to sit straight
Sitting on a hard chair this moment won't wait
Listening to the speakers they're talking about you
Look at all the people all the people you know
Sitting with my back straight it becomes hard to hear
Some people are crying it becomes hard to hear
I don't think you'd have liked it you would have made a joke
You would have made it easier you'd say "tomorrow I'm smoke"
Sitting on a hard chair how far we have come
Trying hard to listen to your friends who have come
Some of them are famous and some are just like me
Trying hard to listen trying hard to see
Sitting in a hard chair it's over time to stand
Some people are crying I turn to grab your hand
It's your daughter saying thank you
You, you would have made a joke
"Isn't this something," you say, "tomorrow I'm smoke
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Watching The World Go By
In a coffee shop window, I sit and stare
At all the people passing by, out there.
In London town, literally anything goes:
Zany hairstyles, as well as crazy clothes.
As a regular visitor, I'm now never surprised
At the sights, which I see set before my eyes.
People of all ages pass by: some young, some old;
Some wear quiet colours, while others wear bold.
Some have mobile phones pressed to their ear:
Their faces full of frowns - no trace of cheer.
But tourists keep a much more leisurely pace;
These are the people with a smile on their face.
Football supporters are just back from a game;
Fuelled with alcohol, they are less than tame.
A tramp searches for food in the nearby trash.
A busker plays his guitar, hoping for some cash.
Small children tightly hold their parents' hands;
The dangers of the city, they don't yet understand.
I see friends greet, and, each other, they happily hug;
The warmth between them, I feel in my coffee mug.
I see teenage girls with hair dyed red or bright blue;
And they dare to flash an amazing amount of flesh to.
Here, people aren't afraid to show just who they are.
Some of them drive around in really cool, funky cars.
London is so different from the town where I reside:
No one in the city feels as though they've got to hide.
Sitting, watching people, just makes the time really fly.
I love sitting in the window, watching the world go by.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Goodby Mass - In A Chapel Bodily Termination
Sitting on a hard chair try to sit straight
Sitting on a hard chair this moment wont wait
Listening to the speakers theyre talking about you
Look at all the people all the people you knew
Sitting with my back straight it becomes hard to hear
Some people are crying it becomes hard to hear
I dont think youd have liked it you would have made a joke
You would have made it easier youd say tomorrow Im smoke
Sitting on a hard chair how far we have come
Trying hard to listen to your friends who have come
Some of them are famous and some are just like me
Trying hard to listen trying hard to see
Sitting in a hard chair its over time to stand
Some people are crying I turn to grab your hand
Its your daughter saying thank you, you, you would have made a joke
Isnt this something, you say, tomorrow Im smoke
song performed by by Lou Reed
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