I am not the archetypal leading man. This is mainly for one reason: as you may have noticed, I have no hair.
quote by Patrick Stewart
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To Withstand The Crowd
if all of you shall dance
to be noticed
i won't, i would be still like
a post
i would stand tall like a wall
if all of you go right
to be noticed i will go wrong
and if all of you wear yellow
to be noticed
i wear black
and if all of you are so silent
like zombies
i will scream and to be notice well
i will dress like an angel
if on the stage the three of us are
displayed
you two tumble
i will make bubbles like a fish
as you tumble like the weeds
i like to stand in the crowd
in the sea of conformity
i would like to be the black urchin
of your discomfort
if i must bite you i will
only to be noticed
for you never really care
you never really really love me
truly
that 's the reason why.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We see things in this material world, wherein our bodies dwell, only because our mind through its attention lives in another world, only because it contemplates the beauties of the archetypal and intelligible world which Reason contains.
quote by Nicolas Malebranche
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I Love....
i love...
that's the reason i walk,
the reason i breathe.
the reason i grieve.
the reason i dance.
the reason i smile.
the reason i listen.
the reason i offer a hand.
the reason i see beauty.
the reason i see both darkness,
and light....
the reason i take chances.
the reason i keep going.
the reason i get angry.
the reason i forgive.
the reason i touch.
the reason i question.
the reason i believe.
the reason i am tolerant.
the reason i understand.
the reason i fall.
the reason i fly.
the reason i write...
the reason i am what i am!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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For i have never ceased loving
TIME passes so swiftly
i do not notice how this black hair
has turned gray
how these fingers once tight-skinned
have loosened like some used
condoms
if i did not stop for once
and scrutinized
each part of me
how could have i noticed that
i never ceased
loving
despite the fact that everyone had
aged
how could have i noticed that
most of them
have already left
towards the unknown
beyond.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The One
'Come over here' he said
'Let's you and me
talk private.
I've noticed you
noticing me
and I wonder if
that is illusion
and am I making it up
or if it is true
and you did
notice me.
If not fine
I'm gone.
If so
let's talk.
What is the truth?
She:
'Yes I noticed you-
I saw you;
I mean
but that is all-
I noticed'
He: 'Well what did you think of me
when you noticed me?
Did you like me? '
She: ,
'Like you?
I don't know you'
.
'Well what did you think.
Well I thought you, , , ,
Actually I didn't
I wasn't thinking
I was just noticing?
'
Ok, nothing
no spark?
'No, no spark.'
In my twenties i would look into every
face and ask
are you my Future One?
And each face I peered into
would be examined and evaluated
and ultimately graded
and done within 3 seconds.
But if one
noticed me
noticing
I would end up
in conversations
like the above one.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The day I met you was a bad hair day
The day i met you was a bad hair day. This one piece of hair just wouldn't stay. You must have noticed, you must have seen. You were just a little distant, your mind in another place I could see it in your face. So after we talked for a while you excused yourself with a pleasent smile. But what would have happened if my hair had looked good? Would we have talked longer flirted more? We could have shared a night of fun but instead you turned away, It's scary to think that my feature could lay, on one piece of hair that just wouldn't stay.
-Author Unknown
poem by Thang Boojie
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If you don't get noticed, you don't have anything. You just have to be noticed, but the art is in getting noticed naturally, without screaming or without tricks.
quote by Leo Burnett
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You'd Be Making a Lot More Money
Why don't you go somewhere else,
Where you can become more 'noticed'.
'Noticed?
Noticed for what? '
What it is that you do.
'I don't know what you mean by that,
However...
What makes you 'think' I am not noticed? '
You can't be.
Not here.
'Oh...
I see where you're going with this.
You mean 'noticed' in a way,
That celebrities and stars are noticed'
Yeah, yeah...
Exactly.
'So you can say you know me?
Is that it? '
NAW!
So 'you' can be happy!
'And...
I'm not happy? '
You can't be!
'Why? '
Because you live 'here'!
'OH...
So I can not be happy,
Doing exactly what I choose to do...
AND live here.
Is that it? '
People don't have respect,
For someone like you...
Here!
'And what makes you think,
I am not accustomed to being disrespected?
That has nothing to do with what it is I do.
Nor my choice to live here.
I love what I do.
I love where I live.
I love the people I come in contact with.
Why would I choose to go somewhere else?
I can expect to get disrespected.
AND...
Check it out!
That has helped me achieve my success!
And I couldn't afford to get that anywhere else,
But right here.
That may seem foolish to you!
But my mama didn't raise no fools! '
You'd be making a lot more money!
'To have you calling me every five minutes,
To borrow some?
No thanks! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What A Day
A piece of mail
A letter head
A piece of hair
From a human head
Theyre sayin to me
I shouldve killed it
I shouldve killed it
I shouldve killed it before
Youre right, youre right
Kill the body and the head will die
Theyre laughin at me
I shouldve learned it
I shouldve learned it
I shouldve learned it before
-what a day, what a day
If you can look it in the face
And hold your vomit
A wet sneeze and a no left turn
A row of teeth and an encouraging word
Beneath a mile of skin
I shouldve noticed it
I shouldve noticed it
I shouldve noticed it before
What a day
What a day
What a day
Dont you touch it
song performed by by Faith No More
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The Hidden I
I hide my eyes behind dark glass
Paint weird colors on my hair
Day and night with a painter’s brush
I try if I can catch a stare!
I want to be noticed, I want to be seen
I want to rise high
I want to be admired, I’m so keen
To be a star among stars of the sky!
All those layers of colored grease
Give me a space to hide
The hidden ‘I’ say, ‘Love me please,
Take me for a trail blazing ride’!
I want to be noticed, I want to be heard
But who the hell is that ‘I’?
I’m still on the lookout and I’ve grave doubt
If ever I shall know it, if ever afore I die!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Beggar's death
No one cried over his demise
When his body was found at our premise
He might have tried to knock the door
But we were fast asleep in door
We used to give him some food
When he passed in street with health looking good
He won't beg of his own but always thanked
When offered something that he cheerfully drank
For many days we had noticed his absence
It was giving us shock not to witness his presence
We believed in his well being even though he was not related
As we felt good for him and humanly feted
Some one shouted by his name as beggar
We ran out of premises and noticed there
His motionless body with no movement
We felt bad and cursed his death with resentment
Even though something had forced him
He never used to bother and troubled them
He will stare at the sky and murmur
Laugh gently as if wanted something to offer
For whatever reason at least he deserved descent burial
The decency at this time was essential
Anybody would want to be happily taken away
The last rituals were to be observed is this way
His eyes were wide open and wanted an answer
I shut it with hands and offered its closure
"What was a purpose in leading such life? "
As it was spend on edges of sharp knife
As he had no one to look after
We took all responsibility there after
He was given nice bath and offered good cloths
The destination point was observed after his death
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Elongated Hair
She 'done gone and did it'
She pulled it out
The elongated hair on my side
Oh how I did pout
It had grown long before
Back in earlier days
I had kept it short myself
using several different ways
After time had gone by
I wanted to let it grow
I decided to give it a try
and become a freak show
I'd let it grow down to my hips
or maybe to my knees
this hair could grow up to my lips
or at least to my kidneys
She'd noticed it that day in passing
while feeling 'round my tummy
I had thought she'd just been sassing
She said, 'I'll cut it off you dummy'
I did protest then to her notion
It smelled of sheer butchery
To cut of this hair in such a motion
would be a crime to both it and me!
Then came the day when it happened
While I lay in her bed so quietly
The life of my hair would come to an end
with a tug from her hand so quickly
I had mourned it for a moment
and I'm sure I looked sad
whatever had been her intent
I told myself it could not be bad
So now it has another chance
to begin a life anew
Elongated hair please do advance
Again I'd like to see you.
poem by Sean Furlong
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I tend to fall for the archetypal, talented, charismatic rock boy.
quote by Juliana Hatfield
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Live For Someone
Keep me near you in this dream,
As close as the strands of your hair
Kissing your bare shoulders in the summertime.
This love is pure and untainted
Like an ancient stream in the woods
Leading to a sacred shrine.
I can’t promise to fulfill every desire
That motivates your heart,
But my every thought follows the path
Leading to the innocence and vulnerability of your eyes.
We have to make it in this life understanding
We are water flowing through God’s ocean of purpose;
Everything has higher meaning when it’s done
For someone other than ourselves,
And I need to live for someone like you.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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So I Have Become The Middle Man
So I have become the middle man
In this world
And I have so much gray hair on my head
That I don't like at all
I love blond hair
And I find it to be so attractive in men
But the truth is that I have that ugly gray hair
That God gave me
For a reason
poem by Aldo Kraas
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My Hair Just Hung Like That
My beautiful hair just hung like that.
It mattered that others' looked neater.
But I was like the rockband people,
Who realized where genius lay.
It lay in dishevelement of hair for sure.
The unrulier the more evolved the musician.
His synergistic flow from his hair to his guitar.
Flow of music,
Flow of hair,
It's musical relationship
Of orderly then disorderly harmony.
Guns n Roses and Linkin Park.
Their non-hairstyle created syncopated notes.
For whatever their musical stories told,
There was no reason to straighten their hair out.
poem by Vera Sidhwa
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Want More Hair?
I'd love
I think
more hair
more hair
like a big
old grizzly bear
more hair makes
you manly
more hair
makes you tough
more hair feels
like carpet
more hair keeps
you rough
more hair
for pretty ladies
to rub their faces on
more hair for
guys to jealous of
and more locks that can
be flung
I think more hair would be awesome
but I wouldn't wanna overdo it
because too much hair would make
me like a little furry blanket
and I couldn't cover both of us
just you and that ain't fair
more hair!
poem by John W. McEwers
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Tears of Blood
If you are free then I am happy for you because it seems that my love had arrested you into a prison. If my love was so dark and so painful for you, then why did you spend six years with me? If I was so ugly and so smelly, then why did you kiss me so many times? How can it be that for such a long time, you never noticed my faults? Only now I appear to be so bad to you. Tears of blood are pouring from my eyes since I am so lost that I am leading towards complete destruction.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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The motif of death plays an important role the human psyche in connection with archetypal and karmic material.
quote by Stanislav Grof
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She's So Beautiful
SHE'S SO BEAUTIFUL MEANINGFUL THAT SHE GIVE A SON REASON TOO SHINE, A ROSE REASON TO STAND OUT AMONG FLOWERS, A RAINBOW REASON TO BE BEATIFUL, A SUNSET REASON TO BE PRETTY, A DIAMOND REASON TO BE PRECIOUS, A QUEEN REASON TO BE CARE FOR, HER SMILE REASON TO BE RADIANT AND HER REASON TO BE LOVED.
poem by Tijani Adebowale Destiny
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