N'est ce pas qu'il est doux-In (Is it not pleasant)
Is it not pleasant, now we are tired,
and tarnished, like other men, to search for those fires
in the furthest East, where, again, we might see
morning's new dawn, and, in mad history,
hear the echoes, that vanish behind us, the sighs
of the young loves, God gives, at the start of our lives?
poem by Charles Baudelaire
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Eastern Rain
Rain comes from the east one night
We watch it come
To hang like beaded curtains
Till the morning sun
Water dripping from our clothes
You with raindrops on your nose
Ask me sadly please dont go away now.
Till the rain is done, I say
Ill stay now.
Rain outside but inside we dont mind at all
Shadows by the fire slowly climb and fall
Kisses fade and leave no trace
Whispers vanish into space
The dawn will send me on a chase to nowhere
Why cry as if I were the first to go there
And I know I shouldnt be here
Yes, I know I should go home
But that eastern rain drones in my brain
And Im so all alone, so all alone
Morning comes up from the east
We watch it come
And far away now rolls the ancient rain gods drum
You with daybreak in your eyes
Afraid to speak for telling lies
I watch you search for some reply to lend me
But when the rain is done
Theres no pretending
And I know I shouldnt be here
Yes, I know I should go home
But that eastern rain drones in my brain
And Im so all alone, so all alone
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Go East, Young Man
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
Im gonna go where the desert sun is
Go where I know the fun is
Go where the harem girls dance
Go where theres love and romance
Out on the burning sands, in some caravan
Ill find adventure, while I can
To say the least, go on, go east young man
Go east young man, go east young man
Youll feel like a sheik, so rich and grand
With dancing girls at your command
Go eat and drink and feast, go east young man
Im gonna go where the nights enchanted
Go where those dreams are granted
When paradise starts calling, into some tent Im crawling
I hear those desert drums, and when nighttime comes
Then Ill make love the way I planned
To say the least, go on, go east young man
Go east young man, go east young man
Youll feel like a sheik, so rich and grand
With dancing girls at your command
Go eat and drink and feast, go east young man
Go eat and drink and feast, go east young man
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Sunrise, Sunset
O Sun, When you rise,
It’s morning dawn.
When you set,
It’s evening dusk.
O Sun, Seeing your beauty lighting
Shining on landscape from dawn
Shining on seascape from dusk
It comes from dawn to dusk.
O Sun, rise from East
O Sun, set to West
From East to West,
Celestial light comes and go,
Seasons come and go.
Here come four seasons
North to South, East to West
From Spring comes Autumn,
From Summer comes Winter.
O Sun, From rising East
To setting West
O Moon, Come rising East
To setting West
Cycle never end,
It’s endless cycle,
Seeing sunset every dusk,
Seeing sunrise every dawn.
Making us pondering..
Make us wondering
Where, When will be next..
Sunrise, sunset..
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Daybreak In The Desert
No cheerful note of bird in leafy bower,
No glistening water dancing in the light,
No dewdrop trembling on some modest flower,
No early cock to crow farewell to-night.
Only a greater stillness in the air,
Save for hot sighs of desert-heated breath,
Only the stars, ceasing their sleepless stare,
Only the east, rose-flushing, fresh from death.
All the wide plain, hid ’neath the waning round
Of a tired moon, grew dimly into view;
With a dull haze hung on its furthest bound,
Then sprang the sun into the steely blue.
poem by Ernest Favenc
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Echoes Of Love
(words & music by roberts - bachelor)
Though you are gone, I still wear your ring
Theyre playing the song we used to sing
Echoes of love, echoes of love
Are coming to me out of the past
The letters you wrote I treasure them so
And I hear your voice wherever I go
Echoes of love, echoes of love
Are coming to me out of the past
In the rustle of a breeze; in the patter of the rain
In the rushing of the seas, all I hear is your name
Come back my love and once you are near
Darling I know no more will I hear
Echoes of love, echoes of love
cause youll be with me right in my heart
Echoes of love, echoes of love
cause youll be with me right in my heart
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Tired of being here
I'm so tired of being here
thinking that something good is near.
Why must I keep pretending that everything's okay?
Why must I keep defending, every good that fades away.
There is no hope here on earth.
Some of us people don't even know how much we are worth.
We feel so hopeless because we want to help.
we can't change the world no matter how heart-felt.
Because some of us love God,
Many people who don't believe consider us frauds.
We only try to show the truth,
but their hate is nothing new.
Everyone wants to blame Godfor their sorry screwed up lives,
and what they don't understand is that withouth him... Nothing changes.
I'm so tired of being here
thinking that something good is near.
Why must I keep pretending that everything's okay?
Why must I keep defending, every good that fades away.
I defend the good because it take a true Christian to stand up for Christ!
Although I want to quit...I can't. Because I love God and I will die trying to
save people from the fires of hell, because God loves them.
And anyone who reads this. He loves you too!
poem by Garnett Angel Loving Soul
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Morning Dew
(bonnie dobson and tim rose)
Walk me out in the morning dew, my honey.
Please walk me out in the morning dew, sometime.
Cant walk you out in no morning dew. Im sorry, Im sorry.
Cant walk you out in no morning dew.
Thought I heard a young man cryin.
Thought I heard a young man cryin today.
You didnt hear no young man cryin.
You did not hear no young man cryin.
Thought I heard a young girl cryin.
Thought I heard a young girl cryin.
You, you did not hear no young girl cryin.
Im sorry but you know it is [true].
You did not hear no young man cryin.
Now there is no more morning dew.
Now there is no more morning dew.
What theyve been saying all these god-darn years has come true,
I knew it would too.
Now theres no more morning dew.
Now there is no more morning dew, at all, oh.
Now there is no more morning dew.
Because, because, because,
What theyve been saying all these years has come true,
You know, and only you know,
That theres no more morning dew.
Now, now there is no more morning dew.
People, you know that theres no more morning dew.
Because, because,
What theyve been saying all these years has come true,
It had to happen.
You know, that theres no more morning dew.
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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I Wanna be the Dream
I wanna be the dream
Yeah to be the real dream
I wanna be the dream
And to vanish like a dream
Like a star fading in the sunlight
Like a candle vanishing with the sunrise
The dreams keep seeping through the flimsy net
With the truth rising rising like the tide
Covering shiny pebbles that shone in the sun
Covring little puddles that showed thousand moons
I wanna be the dream
Yeah to be the real dream
I wanna be the dream
And to vanish like a dream
I am still here but no one else
Holding on to the dreams holding on to them
Fate is wicked and the road is crooked
The road I have to travel to get to the end
Flowing water streams smiling rose buds
They all shows up in the dreams in the net
I wanna be the dream
Yeah to be the real dream
I wanna be the dream
And to vanish like a dream
I am still here but no I am not
I want to get in the dream to jump in the streams
To kneel down beside and to smell the rose
I want to get in the dream to dream all along
And to vanish through the net when the dream is gone
I wanna be the dream
Yeah to be the real dream
I wanna be the dream
And to vanish like a dream
[Dilzz this is for you, the dreamer. It is one hundred and forty. Tonight I am tired. Tired of everything, everything... Water flows down... Because there is something called gravity... On the way... I met you. We touched each other's hearts... with our long warm... sighs. We can close our eyes and see the world... the world that is beneth the crust and beyond the limits of the universe. Yet that is.... my dear Dilzz.... I know you will agree.... just.... yes... just another dream.]
poem by Rowving Smith
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Who'll Stop The Rain
Who'll stop the rain
Who'll stop the action
East side west side
The world moves on
I heard a rumour that fires were started
Flame in the streets and tension uncharted
Bigger than life at the edge of the city
Ashes and diamonds gleaming with pity
Who'll stop the rain
Who'll stop the action
East side west side
The world moves on
Between midnight and dawn you slept through the deadlines
Believe in me and we'll hit the tall headlines
Look up and laugh be happy today
Here come the waves count three pray
Who'll stop the rain
Who'll stop the action
East side west side
The world moves on
A global affair in big house u.s.a.
A moving violation angels over broadway
The next voice you hear will be the main attraction
The next time we love standby for action
Meet me tonight and love me for ever
Let's be happy let's be famous whatever the weather
The rain must fall and night time is calling
Golden boy and golden girl it's a great day in the morning
Who'll stop the rain
Who'll stop the action
East side west side
The world moves on
song performed by by Heaven 17
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Come Into the Garde, Maud
Come into the garden, Maud,
For the black bat, Night, has flown,
Come into the garden, Maud,
I am here at the gate alone;
And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad,
And the musk of the roses blown.
For a breeze of morning moves,
And the planet of Love is on high,
Beginning to faint in the light that she loves
On a bed of daffodil sky,
To faint in the light of the sun she loves,
To faint in his light, and to die.
All night have the roses heard
The flute, violin, bassoon;
All night has the casement jessamine stirr'd
To the dancers dancing in tune:
Till a silence fell with the waking bird,
And a hush with the setting moon.
I said to the lily, "There is but one
With whom she has heart to be gay.
When will the dancers leave her alone?
She is weary of dance and play."
Now half to the setting moon are gone,
And half to the rising day;
Low on the sand and loud on the stone
The last wheel echoes away.
I said to the rose, "The brief night goes
In babble and revel and wine.
O young lordlover, what sighs are those
For one that will never be thine?
But mine, but mine," so I sware to the rose,
"For ever and ever, mine."
And the soul of the rose went into my blood,
As the music clash'd in the hall;
And long by the garden lake I stood,
For I heard your rivulet fall
From the lake to the meadow and on to the wood,
Our wood, that is dearer than all;
From the meadow your walks have left so sweet
That whenever a March-wind sighs
He sets the jewelprint of your feet
In violets blue as your eyes,
To the woody hollows in which we meet
And the valleys of Paradise.
The slender acacia would not shake
One long milk-bloom on the tree;
The white lake-blossom fell into the lake,
As the pimpernel dozed on the lea;
But the rose was awake all night for your sake,
Knowing your promise to me;
The lilies and roses were all awake,
They sigh'd for the dawn and thee.
Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls,
Come hither, the dances are done,
In gloss of satin and glimmer of pearls,
Queen lily and rose in one;
Shine out, little head, sunning over with curls,
To the flowers, and be their sun.
There has fallen a splendid tear
From the passion-flower at the gate.
She is coming, my dove, my dear;
She is coming, my life, my fate;
The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;"
And the white rose weeps, "She is late;"
The larkspur listens, "I hear, I hear;"
And the lily whispers, "I wait."
She is coming, my own, my sweet;
Were it ever so airy a tread,
My heart would hear her and beat,
Were it earth in an earthy bed;
My dust would hear her and beat,
Had I lain for a century dead;
Would start and tremble under her feet,
And blossom in purple and red.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Im so sick and tired...
im so sick and tired of all this s***
of crying and people throwing a fit
Im so sick and tired of all this bleeding
of cutting and people not caring
im so sick and tired of drama
of the gov't and obama
im so sick and tired of tears
of crying and stupid a** peers
im so sick and tired of boys
of them treating girls like useless toys
im so sick and tired of ryhming
screw it,
im so sick and tired of being told what to do
im so sick and tired of being so sick and tired
but the most thing that im so f****ing tired of
is sobing and having the only comfort of empty echoes
poem by Erika Michelle
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God
Who is there
to declare
present I am
except you my God.
Who is there
to help me see
to help me hear
to help me think.
And I am forgetting
everything.
You are there to
search me out.
And I am preparing
for dawn
keeping aside the sun.
What to say
who am I
here I am
with the dust
of this clay
that is melting
in the sky.
You God a scapegoat
watching my dance.
And you are here
to feel tomorrow morning.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Praying To A New God
(feldman / chandler / hues)
What got into you got into me too
What came over you is coming over me
Feel like Ive had enough of all the old stuff
I saw the writing on the wall on my t.v.
Its another second coming, like it or not, yeah,
Oh yeah
Its another second coming, like it or not
You better start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying to a new god
Start praying to a new, new god
Theyre saying the devils got a new job
Start praying to a new--
A lot of babel came down the cable
Everybody can be famous for a day
From shore to shore
A big department store
Is all thats left of the american way
Its another second coming, like it or not, yeah,
Oh yeah
Its another second coming, like it or not
You better start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying to a new god
Start praying to a new, new god
Start praying what are you afraid of
Start praying to a new--
Theres a big world
In the street outside
In their uniform of pride
And theyve all come
To see a star from the east
Is he man or beast?
Decide
Feel like Im crucified, still Im not satisfied
The second coming is coming anyway
I hear them pray for more on every dance floor
I hear the word go out across the milky way
Its another second coming, like it or not, yeah,
Oh yeah
Its another second coming, like it or not
You better start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying to a new god
Start praying to a new, new god
Success and moneys what hes made of
Start praying to a new--
Start praying, praying on the freeway
Start praying to a new, new god
Start praying, praying on the airwaves
Start praying to a new god
Start praying, praying at the back door
Start praying to a new, new god
Start praying, praying on the dance floor
Start praying to a new god
song performed by by Wang Chung
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My Lagan Love
When rainy nights are soft with tears,
And Autumn leaves are falling,
I hear his voice on tumbling waves
And no one there to hold me.
At evening's fall he watched me walk.
His heart was mine.
But my love was young, and felt
The world was not cruel, but kind.
Where Lagan's light fell on the hour,
I saw him far below me--
Just as the morning calmed the storm--
With no one there to hold him.
My loves have come, my loves have gone,
And nothing's left to warn me,
Save for a voice on the traveling wind,
And the glimpse of a face at morning.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Loving This Way
(collin raye & bobbie eakes)
(allison mellon/gene lesage)
Im tired of watching me hurt you
Im tired of being the teardrops on your face
Im tired of loving this way
Im tired of loving this way
I know your every weakness
I can find one in everything you say
Im tired of loving this way
Im tired of loving this way
Im not the one that you really need
Im not the one in your dreams
I can see it in your eyes
This aint the way it should feel
I dont know how we got here
Loves no longer blind
If thats just how it is
Can we go on like this
Oh, baby what do you say
Im tired of loving this way
Im tired of loving this way
Ill set your heart free
And if youre mine
Youll come flying back some day
But Im tired of loving this way
Im tired of loving this way
Well Im taking you with me
Like a room in my heart
You will have your place
Im tired of loving this way
Im tired of loving this way
Im not the one that you really need
Im not the one in your dreams
I can see it in your eyes
This aint the way it should feel
I dont know how we got here
Loves no longer blind
If thats just how it is
Can we go on like this
Oh, baby what do you say
Im tired of loving this way
Im tired of loving this way
song performed by by Collin Raye
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An Old Man Wants Life To Be Pleasant
An old man wants life to be pleasant
He does not want to know too much
About the wars and conflicts of the world
He does not want to hear too much noise
He does not want to hear people argue
And know about other peoples quarrels
He wants life to be pleasant
He knows he will not save the world
The others will have to do that
He has done what he has done
And done it for a long time
It has made little difference
And what else he can do will make less-
He wants life to be pleasant-
Without disturbances and disorders
Without too many demands upon himself
Quiet
Able to do his own things
Not bothered
To sit at home when he wants
And walks when he wants
And talk with his wife when they both are at peace
Not to hear and know about all the problems even his own
To be pleasant
To be peaceful
Even if inside he knows its going wrong
Even if there is the pain
He wants it to be pleasant
For as long as it can be
Before its not.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Pussy Willow
In the half-tone light of a young morning
She sighs and shifts on the pillow.
And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly
To kiss the pussy willow.
In her fairy-tale world shes a lost soul singing
In a sad voice nobody hears.
She waits in her castle of make-believing
For her white knight to appear.
Pusy willow --- down fur-lined avenue
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.
Runs for the train --- see, eight oclocks coming
Cutting dreams down to size again.
Pussy willow --- down fur-lined avenue
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.
Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming
Cutting dreams down to size again.
She longs for the east and a pale dress flowing
An apartment in old mayfair.
Or to fish the spey, spinning the first run of spring
Or to die for a cause somewhere.
Pussy willow --- down fur-lined avenue
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.
Runs from the train. hear her typewriter humming
Cutting dreams down to size again.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Cut While Shaving
It's never quite right, he said, the way people look,
the way the music sounds, the way the words are
written.
It's never quite right, he said, all the things we are
taught, all the loves we chase, all the deaths we
die, all the lives we live,
they are never quite right,
they are hardly close to right,
these lives we live
one after the other,
piled there as history,
the waste of the species,
the crushing of the light and the way,
it's not quite right,
it's hardly right at all
he said.
don't I know it? I
answered.
I walked away from the mirror.
it was morning, it was afternoon, it was
night
nothing changed
it was locked in place.
something flashed, something broke, something
remained.
I walked down the stairway and
into it.
Submitted by Tom
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Personal Letter No. 3
nothing will keep
us young you know
not young men or
women who spin
their youth on
cool playing sounds.
we are what we
are what we never
think we are.
no more wild geo
graphies of the
flesh. echoes. that
we move in tune
to slower smells.
it is a hard thing
to admit that
sometimes after midnight
i am tired
of it all.
poem by Sonia Sanchez
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A Stroll Along Old Memory Lane
A stroll along old memory lane is a thing I do enjoy
And I can hear the songbirds sing in the groves of Lisnaboy
And white butterflies are flitting midst the wildflowers of July
And above the rushy meadow the lark carolling in the sky
A stroll along old memory lane on a bright Summer's day
And from the sunlit meadow the scent of new mown hay
Is so pleasant to the nostrils in the freshening morning breeze
And the temperature a perfect of around 23 degrees
And on the leafy hedgerows the young birds chirp and sing
A stroll along old memory lane is such a pleasant thing
The hum of the wild honeybees the buzzing of the flies
The past from us not distant when we do visualize
And the skylark's song in the sunny sky is a pleasant thing to hear
As you walk along old memory lane in the Summer of the year.
poem by Francis Duggan
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