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Very Seldom

He's an old man. Used up and bent,
crippled by time and indulgence,
he slowly walks along the narrow street.
But when he goes inside his house to hide
the shambles of his old age, his mind turns
to the share in youth that still belongs to him.

His verse is now recited by young men.
His visions come before their lively eyes.
Their healthy sensual minds,
their shapely taut bodies
stir to his perception of the beautiful.

poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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A Man

he is a young man. Tall and smooth
and admired by Time and
favored by tolerance. He walks briskly along
the city street, and goes inside a place
where the flowers of his youth
are being admired.

young women recite him as a
love verse, his eyes become their visions
his muscled sensuality, his tight body
stir the imagination of those who
want to be beautiful too
till the end of this busy day.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Such beautiful eyes

Such beautiful eyes
I tell myself not to look
When you walk on by
But i take a peek
Just to remind myself why
Every time you turn the corner
Ill be there watching
Looking into those beautiful eyes
Every time you leave the house
Ill be on the other side of the street
Im your shadow
Even when its dark
Your all alone now
Walking down an empty road
Such beautiful eyes
Even when death is in sight
Such beautiful eyes
Even when life is no longer inside
Now i walk down
A busy street
Looking for another pair
Of beautiful eyes.

poem by Bill Steward
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Crippled Inside

You can shine your shoes and wear a suit
You can comb your hair and look quite cute
You can hide your face behind a smile
One thing you cant hide
Is when youre crippled inside
You can wear a mask and paint your face
You can call yourself the human race
You can wear a collar and a tie
One thing you cant hide
Is when youre crippled inside
Well now you know that your
Cat has nine lives
Nine lives to itself
But you only got one
And a dogs life aint fun
Mamma take a look outside
You can go to church and sing a hymn
You can judge me by the color of my skin
You can live a lie until you die
One thing you cant hide
Is when youre crippled inside
Well now you know that your
Cat has nine lives
Nine lives to itself
But you only got one
And a dogs life aint fun
Mamma take a look outside
You can go to church and sing a hymn
You can judge me by the color of my skin
You can live a lie until you die
One thing you cant hide
Is when youre crippled inside
One thing you cant hide
Is when youre crippled inside
One thing you cant hide
Is when youre crippled inside

song performed by by Lennon John
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Crippled Inside

You can shine your shoes and wear a suit,
You can comb your hair and look quite cute,
You can hide your face behind a smile.
One thing you cant hide;
Is when youre crippled inside.
You can wear a mask and paint your face,
You can call yourself the human race,
You can wear a collar and a tie.
One thing you cant hide;
Is when youre crippled inside.
Well, now you know that your cat has nine lives, babe,
Nine lives to itself.
But you only got one
And a dogs life aint fun,
Mama, take a look outside.
Go!
You can go to church and sing a hymn,
You can judge me by the colour of my skin,
You can live a lie until you die.
One thing you cant hide;
Is when youre crippled inside.
Take it, brother!
Well, now you know that your cat has nine lives, babe,
Nine lives to itself.
But you only got one
And a dogs life aint fun,
Mama, take a look outside.
You can go to church and sing a hymn,
You can judge me by the colour of my skin,
You can live a lie until you die.
One thing you cant hide;
Is when youre crippled inside.
One thing you cant hide;
Is when youre crippled inside.
One thing you cant hide;
Is when youre crippled inside.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Crippled Inside

You can shine your shoes and wear a suit,
You can comb your hair and look quite cute,
You can hide your face behind a smile.
One thing you cant hide;
Is when youre crippled inside.
You can wear a mask and paint your face,
You can call yourself the human race,
You can wear a collar and a tie.
One thing you cant hide;
Is when youre crippled inside.
Well, now you know that your cat has nine lives, babe,
Nine lives to itself.
But you only got one
And a dogs life aint fun,
Mama, take a look outside.
Go!
You can go to church and sing a hymn,
You can judge me by the colour of my skin,
You can live a lie until you die.
One thing you cant hide;
Is when youre crippled inside.
Take it, brother!
Well, now you know that your cat has nine lives, babe,
Nine lives to itself.
But you only got one
And a dogs life aint fun,
Mama, take a look outside.
You can go to church and sing a hymn,
You can judge me by the colour of my skin,
You can live a lie until you die.
One thing you cant hide;
Is when youre crippled inside.
One thing you cant hide;
Is when youre crippled inside.
One thing you cant hide;
Is when youre crippled inside.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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The Black House On The Corner

I passed by that house everday,
wondering what lurked inside of it,
was their some kind of ancient evil inside,
or a normal family that we never saw,

a house of macarbe,
it was painted black like the devil's sin,
it was surrouned by devilish-looking,
figures that stood outside on the line,
was also surrounded by a black pointed fence,

rumors of the devil himself living there,
the devil in the flesh,
satan living on my street corner,
The black house on the corner,

can't you see it,
you must walk past it everyday to,
dosen't your mind wander,
when you walk by The black house,
don't you to know what lays inside of the house,
maybe a ton of dead bodies under the floor boards,
a madman butcherd up his family,

could that be true,
or are our young minds racing again,
with impure and insane thoughts about,
who or what lives in the black house on the corner,
the black house,
painted with the devil's sin,

We were told to stay away from the black house,
that so many evils lived inside of it,
but us being kids we didn't want to live,
we wanted to see what was inside of the black house on the corner,

But we are to afraid to go forward,
we are to afraid to step through the gate,
and walk up the beaten path to the door bell,
it looks so old and so evil,
The black house on the corner,
we shall never know what evilness,
or what macabre force resides within,

the black house on the corner,
whatever you do,
don't go into the black house on the corner,
stay away from,
the black house on the corner,
it holds so many evils,
the black house on the corner,

poem by Robert Rumery
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Rest In Peace

At your mercy.
Come now be the good little boy.
Bow down.
Grovel upon my feet.
One of the crippled.
The one who needs others.

Why even bother?
Why not just end your life?
Depression creeps in.
Hide it with a dozen masks.
But still it never fades.

You just don't get it.
I'm not here to stake my claim.
That has been already done over and over again,
over and over again, over and over again.
Witness the end.

I have a new design in mind.
One never seen before.
One step at time.
And it's mine to give, to share.
I give it freely no strings attached.
In someways I have long been detached from this very world.
A numbness that just won't go away.

At your mercy.
Come now be the good little boy.
Bow down.
Grovel upon my feet.
One of the crippled.
The one who need others.

Why even bother?
Why not just end your life?
Depression creep in.
Hide it with a dozen masks.
But still it never fades.

Night turns to day.
As the time continues to melt away.
Soon it is as if it was never there.
An empty shell will someday mark my grave.
Here lies a man with no name.
Let him rest in peace.

And this is something in life that is never permanently reached.
Soothing the savage beast.
The echo of newborns heart beat.
An angels whisper speaks to me.
In ways I can't seem to find the words to explain.
Re-energized I keep going on and on.
The breaking of a new dawn.

At your mercy.
Come now be the good little boy.
Bow down.
Grovel upon my feet.
One of the crippled.
The one who need others.

Why even bother?
Why not just end your life?
Depression creep in.
Hide it with a dozen masks.
But still it never fades.

STILL IIIITTTTTT NEVER FADESSS
Never fades.

Know your place and live in disgrace.
A abandon face.
Blotted out by black ink.
If you can't see him, does he even really exist?
A question of what we missed.

Following foot prints backwards.
Sometimes we see what we want to.
Did it really happen?
A dull cloudy sensation of a image.
Was it all in my mind?
Was it all in my mind?

At your mercy.
Come now be the good little boy.
Bow down.
Grovel upon my feet.
One of the crippled.
The one who need others.

Why even bother?
Why not just end your life?
Depression creep in.
Hide it with a dozen masks.
But still it never fades.
And it won't
Oh no it won't not in my entire life time
My life time.
Even if it's short and sweet.
The story of just being happy.
When smiles turn into tears in your eyes.
It just makes you want to die.
DIIIEEEE, DIIIEEEE, DIIIEEEE.

R.I.P To All Those I Ever Loved.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Hiding Behind Ignorance

The beauty within you,
Is crippled by your mind.
Aggressive, hostile, selfish and shy.
The intelligence within you,
Is crippled by your mind.
Greed, dishonesty, prejudice and pride.
The love within you,
Is crippled by your mind.
Anger, hurt, cruelty and hate.
The happiness within you,
Is crippled by your mind.
Depression, envy, fear and regret.
The acceptance within you,
Is crippled by your mind.
Racism, violence, horror and crime.

poem by Dina Raven
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What Is Beautiful

What is beautiful?
Children playing together not concerned with the color of their skin
Watching a child’s creativity in playing with an imaginary friend
Every child that we see playing happily and smiling
God’s gift of a child is life’s most precious blessing
This is beautiful!

What is beautiful?
Watching our kids growing up during adolescence
Discover who they are; the need to “fit in” is present
They may find that during this time, life is quite stressful
Yet, they’re finding new friends and this feels wonderful
This is beautiful!

What is beautiful?
Teenagers that becomes so excited in going on their first date
Parents reminiscing this moment; a lost feeling that was great
Both the joy and nervousness as a teen experience a first kiss
A first kiss is an unforgettable moment; the feeling of bliss
This is beautiful!

What is beautiful?
Watching teenagers emerging into young men and women
They’re bodies are maturing; their emotions are growing
They are about to leave to begin working or go on to college
They will learn more about life and gain much knowledge
This is beautiful!

What is beautiful?
Men and women during the prime of their lives
From healthy bodies outside to wonderful spirits inside
From men’s masculinities to a women’s soft, silky skin
Their hearts are filled with love and compassion within
This is beautiful!

What is beautiful?
From the appearance across the sky from the setting sun
To a couple’s minds, souls, and hearts uniting as one
From the wonderful beauty in the wings of a white dove
To the warmth and the feeling of love and to be loved
This is beautiful!

What is beautiful?
We grow older; wrinkles are now showing on our face
Yet within, the same love shines through with every embrace
The beauty of our once young faces is still present in our hearts within
Life’s utmost beauty; loving the times spent with our families and friends
This is beautiful!

poem by David Hall
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A Silent World

got a headache
and i shall not tell you

i do not share pain
so i hide away from you

i go behind the house
tied a hammock between two trees

the sun is up and
the shade is cool

i lay my body inside the hammock
and i rock myself slowly

slowly sleep drowns me
into a forgetting

the world is silent
upon a grass so green

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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catch Them Young' I Say..

I will blend two minds and will shout aloud
To the world, ' Here is the final human mind'.
I will infuse two hundred passions in to it and will sing aloud
To the throngs, 'Here is a mind that sans no glory heard ever'.
I will invent two million ordinary mortals and will speak
To their hearts, ' Here is your role model to frame a mind still'.

I search for the minds to be blended
And many minds flash before my eyes.
I like none - 'All are too narrow', I tell.
I search for the minds once again
And many more minds flash by, none appealing.
An agony strikes me, 'Where are those great minds? '

A millenium passes,
In the drought of mothers who give birth to none great
My blending dreams remain as a mirage
And I begin to write an elegy on the death of minds.
In the inner self of my mind that can never be blended with any other
A nightmare roams with all its scaring images.

I will blend two minds one day but I will not tell about it.
Or else I will tell someone to find them and catch them.
' Catch them young', I will tell him.

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Open Minds, Eyes, Ears and 'Dialogue

Making attempts,
To reach back for times...
That should have long been lived,
And put into existence THEN...
Will not do a thing for you 'now'.
And you were told that,
When those times then...
Were behind the times!

Just like a season or a holiday missed,
That has gone...
Think of your mind like that.
Something once here...
But now has gone.

Remember when you were teaching me,
And others a lesson by ignoring our suggestions?
Remember you made it a point to tell your friends,
You wish I'd learned how to mind my business...
And live my life,
Since you knew more about yours?

Well...
You should have seen these days,
We now live.
You and others like you...
Are the only ones asking, 'What is happening? '
Open minds, eyes, ears and 'dialogue'...
Should have revealed that to you!
And you were right...
I have learned to mind my own business.

As The World Turns,
I have One Life To Live...
To remain Bold and Beautiful.
And no more will I be giving my time,
To those who are Young and Restless...
In their minds.
I am not living for that kind of drama!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Man Walks Slowly/ When He Has Nowhere Special To Go

A man walks slowly
When he has nowhere special to go-

A man walks slowly
And has the time to look around
The flowers, the trees,
His own memories his dreams-

He walks slowly
And enjoys his walking-

Who knows how much longer
He will be able to go on walking?

He walks slowsly
He has nowhere special to go-

He enjoys the morning light
He is at home with the world and happy-

He walks slowly
And is at home wherever he goes-

poem by Shalom Freedman
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What If We Could Be

eyes of passion
blue and tender
a world of love awaits
a sould mate inside

sensual touch
sensual sight
love is strong tonight
love is to unite

passion burns brightly
passion, bodies engage slightly
eyes meet and flutter
lips touch and quiver

voices play together
becomes one together
ill stare into his eyes
and see the nights sky

poem by Kendyll Brown
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A Song for Old Love

There shall be a song for both of us that day
Though fools say you have long outlived your songs,
And when, perhaps, because your hair is grey,
You go unsung, to whom all praise belongs,
And no men kiss your hands--your fragile hands
Folded like empty shells on sea-spurned sands.
And you that were dawn whereat men shouted once
Are sunset now, but with one worshipper,
Then to your twilight heart this song shall be
Sweeter than those that did your youth announce
For your brave beautiful spirit is lovelier
Than once your lovely body was to me.
Your folded hands and your shut eyelids stir
A passion that Time has crowned with sanctity.
Young fools shall wonder why, your youth being over,
You are so sung still, but your heart will know
That he who loved your soul was your true lover
And the last song alone was worthy you.

poem by Muriel Stuart
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Evrything Ive Got

Verse 1
Dont stamp your foot at me,
Its impolite
To stamp your foot at me
Is not quite right.
At mans ingratitude
A woman winks,
But such an attitude just stinks.
Refrain 1
I have eyes for you to give you dirty looks.
I have words that do not come from childrens books
Theres a trick with a knife Im learning to do
And evrything Ive got belongs to you.
Ive a powerful anesthesia in my fist,
And the perfect wrist to give your neck atwist.
There are hammerlock holds,
Ive mastered a few,
And evrything Ive got belongs to you.
Share for share, share alike,
You get struck each time I strike.
You for me- me for me-
Ill give you plenty of nothing.
Im not yours for better but for worse,
And Ive learned to give the well-known witches curse.
Ive a terrible tongue, a temper for two,
And evrything Ive got belongs to you.
Verse 2
Dont raise your voice at me,
Thats very rude.
To raise your voice at me
Is rather crude.
Its wrong essentially when woman yells,
And confidentially, it smells.
Refrain 2
Ill converse with you on politics at length,
Ill protect you with my superhuman strength.
If youre ever attacked Ill scream and say , boo!
And evrything Ive got belongs to you.
I will never stray from home, Ill just stay put,
cause Ive got a brand-new thing called athlete s foot.
Im a victim of colds, anemia, too,
And evrything Ive got belongs to you.
Off to bed we will creep,
Then well sleep and sleep and sleep
Till the birds start to peep.
Ill give you plenty of nothing.
Ill be yours forever and a day
If the first good breeze does not blow me away.
Youre enough for one man, thats why Ill be true,
And evrything Ive got belongs to you.
Encore
You may have some things that I cant use at all.
When I look at you, your manly gifts are small.
Ive a wonderful way of saying adieu,
And evrything Ive got belongs to you.
You wont know how good I am until you try
And youll let my well of loneliness run dry.
Ive a marvelous way of telling you no,
And evrything Ive got belongs to you.
And evrything you want belongs to me!
And ev rything you need belongs to me!
Reprise
Verse
Life has no shape or form
And no design.
It isnt life without
That fool of mine.
I used to gad about
With any chap
And now Im sad about my sap.
Refrain
Hes a living thing that isnt quite alive,
He has brains enough for any child of five.
Oh, he isnt too rich in vigor and vim,
But evrything Ive got belongs to him.
Hes a naughty brat that cant be left alone.
He has eyes for evry skirt except my own.
Even under a tree, he grabs for the limb,
But evrything Ive got belongs to him.
Something beats in his chest,
But its just a pump at best.
Im for him, hes for him.
He gives me plenty of nothing.
When I see that funny face, I know
Something scared his mother twenty years ago.
But Ill never let go, hell never be free!
Till evrything hes got belongs to me!
Coda
And evrything Ive got belongs to him!
And evrything Ive got belongs to us!

song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Stop The Train (feat. Peter Tosh)

Stir it up little darling, stir it up
Come on baby come on and stir it up little darling, stir it up
It's been a long long time since I've got you on my mind
And now you are here
I say it's so clear
To see what we can do, honey, just me and you
Come on and stir it up, little darling, stir it up
Come on baby come on and stir it up little darling, stir it up
I'll push the wood, I'll blaze your fire
Then I'll satisfy your heart's desire
Said I'll stir it up, yeah, ev'ry minute, yeah
All you got to do is keep it in, baby
And stir it up, little darling, stir it up
Come on and stir it up, oh, little darling, stir it up, yeah
Oh, will you quench me while I'm thirsty?
Come and cool me down when I'm hot?
Your recipe, darling, is so tasty
And you sure can stir your pot
So stir it up, little darling, stir it up
Come on and stir it up, oh, little darling, stir it up
Come on and stir it up, oh, little darling, stir it up

song performed by by Bob Marley
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Tolerance

[ merchant ]
The still and silence is torn with violence.
A loud breaking sound in the night is made.
Hear it grow, hear it fade.
The sound youre hearing, the sound youre fearing
Is the hate that parades up and down our streets, coming within bounds and within reach.
Now, inside the place we hide away, we hear it near and hope it turns away.
Turn away...
Theres something seething in the air were breathing.
We learn slash and burn is the method to use.
Set a flame, burn it new.
Were overpowered.
We kneel, we cower, we cover our heads.
Feel the threat of blows that will come and the damage that will be done in its wake.
Now, inside this place we hide away, we hear it near although its miles away.
We hear it near and hope it turns away.
Turn away...
This house divided, we live inside it.
Hates dwelling place is behind our door in fitful nights.
Hear it walk the floor and hear it rave as it moans and drags along its ball and chain,
As it moves through this house it cant escape.
Now inside this place we hide away.
We hear it near and hope it turns away.
Turn away....

song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Spring is a verse with the harmonies of flowers and wind, which turns the earth into a colorful alphabet for children. And every time a letter spins, it turns into a butterfly with sun wings.

aphorism by Camelia Oprița from The word opens the human mind - Saint Nicholas Publishing House
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Narrow Your Eyes

I dont want to change your mind
I dont want to think about your mind
They say love is blind
I dont think youre blind
You dont want to understand
And I dont want to shake your fathers hand
And walk in the sand
And act like a man
I get on the bus
And ride past our stop
And though Im late
I cant get off
I just cant bear to tell you some lies
And narrow your eyes
Narrow your eyes
Well take back every thing we said
Split up all the things and move ahead
Forgot how you said
Well split the side off the bed
I get on my bike
Ride down our block
Ride through the world
Through the green lights
But when I think of all your advice
I narrow my eyes
Narrow my eyes
I dont want to change your mind
I dont want to think about your mind
They say love is blind
I dont think youre blind
I get on the bus
Ride past our stop
And though Im late
I cant get off
I just cant bear to tell you some lies
And narrow your eyes
Narrow your eyes
Now lets toast the sad cold fact
Our loves never coming back
And well race to the bottom of a glass
So narrow your eyes
Narrow your eyes
Narrow your eyes
Narrow your eyes
Narrow your eyes
Narrow your eyes

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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