All it is I’d give for her Summer to be mine
Black and white stripes rule the torso of her design,
As skin tight denim rides the contours of her thighs,
All it is I’d give for her summer to be mine
For her winter to be concealed within the sky,
Awaiting the child high from herbs to get up off the curb melting, Awaiting emotion to be felt in the movement.
Awaiting descent into Madness’ palms, knowing she’ll keep
Her calm in the heat of passion, riding as though it were the fashion to
Dash the dreams of lovers young as they lie upon the pavement.
poem by David Lacey
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Fragrance
Awaiting you
By the fragrant trees
An abundance of white innocence
Raining at me, very giving
Very kind
Impressions of you
From the first couple of times
Your eyes, your smile
The touch of your hand
The smile kept blooming
While awaiting you
By the fragrant trees
A surprising sudden elation
Growing intense
My thoughts dance
With the flowers
In circles all encompassing
Struck by the magic in that moment
Movement, eternity
Solid with a sharp edge
Cutting through time and space
So complete and independent
They are no longer mine
No I cant possess them
As I cant possess you
Too small really
To be able to hold
To be able to stay
Awaiting you
By the fragrant trees
An abundance of white innocence
I keep
That beautiful piece of memory.
poem by Dharinee Bapat
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Will The Circle Be Unbroken
(ada ruth habershon)
I was standing by my window
On one cold and cloudy day
I saw the hearse come a-rolling
For it carried my mother away
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by lord, by and by?
Theres a better home awaiting
In the sky lord, in the sky
Well I call out undertaker
Undertaker, please drive slow
For this body you are holding
Lord I hate to see her go
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by lord, by and by?
Theres a better home awaiting
In the sky lord, in the sky
I will follow close beside her
Try to hold on and be brave
But I could not hide my sorrow
When they laid her in the grave
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by lord, by and by?
Theres a better home awaiting
In the sky lord, in the sky
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by lord, by and by?
Theres a better home awaiting
In the sky lord, in the sky
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by lord, by and by?
Theres a better home awaiting
In the sky lord, in the sky
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by lord, by and by?
Theres a better home awaiting
In the sky lord, in the sky
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by lord, by and by?
Theres a better home awaiting
In the sky lord, in the sky
In the sky lord, in the sky
In the sky lord,
In the sky lord,
In the sky!
song performed by by Waterboys
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To Breathe Anew Beneath the Blanket Blue
To fly on the wings of a dragon trailing destruction in her wake,
To breathe anew beneath the blanket blue knowing we’re well and truly baked.
Caked in mud, sick of thinking, Caked in dirt so thick I’m sinking,
As bloodshot eyes keep blinking, taking in the slideshow of Aurora’s entrance.
To dance the night a flame, it’s all we ask that one day we shall feel the same,
The same way we felt before we saw the pavement melt as wings sung sweet melodies to felt fabric skies torn, worn out in exhaustion.
Perversion breeds upon the instinct of man, I know this now as out of the frying pan into the fire I’ve flown, So hard it is to reveal I’ve always known never to admit the way I feel. As I peel away all that’s un shown glimmers within the pit, awaiting the pendulum man to swing on fast in fits of frenzied laughter, awaiting till afterwards to reveal all you’ve kept concealed beyond the shades of the moon,
Hoping salvation shall rule the fools, shall guide them when monsoon fears come rolling, dragging down the mud slide, leaving no place to hide as trees up rooted upon the ride are left with no option but to await the tides in their flow.
poem by David Lacey
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Shakened And Awaiting On A Meter
I am not going to bide my time,
Shakened and awaiting on a meter!
To watch it eat up a clock...
With time I think,
That I've got.
I am not going to bide my time,
Shakened and awaiting on a meter...
'Cause,
I've never had it like that...
With time to sit back,
And to waste.
When Winter melts...
A new season comes to start.
When Spring arrives...
The budding on the trees are seen.
Flowers begin to bloom.
Birds begin to sing.
When Summer comes,
Humid and bringing on a sticky heat.
This is followed by Autumn...
And the leaves then fall from trees.
Blowing everywhere on the streets.
And forgetting all the beauty of the colors.
Mixed and drifting with each other.
When Winter melts,
A new season comes to begin.
The budding on the trees are seen.
Flowers begin to bloom.
Birds begin to sing.
And...
People mingling with each other.
No matter what the skin or the color.
I am not going to bide my time,
Shakened and awaiting on a meter...
'Cause,
I've never had it like that...
With time to sit back,
And to waste.
With people mingling with each other.
No matter what the skin or the color.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Will The Circle Be Unbroken?
I was standing by my window
On a cold and cloudy day
When I saw the hearse come rolling
For to carry my mother away.
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by Lord, by and by
There's a better home awaiting
In the sky Lord, in the sky.
Well, I went back home, home was lonely
For my mother she was gone
And all my family there was cryin'
For out home felt sad and alone.
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by Lord, by and by
There's a better home awaiting
In the sky Lord, in the sky.
Undertaker, undertaker, undertaker
Won't you please drive slow
For that lady you are haulin'
Lord, I hate to see her go.
Will the circle be unbroken
By and by Lord, by and by
There's a better home awaiting
In the sky Lord, in the sky.
There's a better home awaiting
In the sky Lord, in the sky...
song performed by by Randy Travis
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On Crime and Punishment
the angry young man,
who grew up in poverty,
whose mother worked two minimum wage jobs,
just to give him food and shelter...
who lost her jobs
when the economy fell,
and became sick with no insurance...
the angry young man,
who robbed the convenience store,
and while trying to avoid capture,
killed a young police officer...
who left behind a young pregnant wife,
and a three year old little boy,
left without a daddy....
the angry young man,
in jail awaiting trial...
awaiting justice....
where do we begin?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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On The Other Side Of The Door
If it takes one key,
To open one door...
With opportunities awaiting,
On the other side of it.
WHY would anyone choose to sit,
Ignoring what has been given...
Because they have decided,
If what is on the other side...
Would be something,
They would choose to like.
And...this is BEFORE,
Any approach was made...
By them towards the door.
If it takes one key,
To open one door...
With opportunities awaiting,
On the other side of it.
And one does not take advantage of this,
But wishes to be given clues and hints?
That key...
That opens that one door,
With opportunities awaiting?
Has been given to someone...
Looking for their ship to sail in.
Even if that ship was on the other side of the door.
'Captain?
We are still awaiting for the arrival of your chosen passenger.
Perhaps there has been a misunderstanding? '
~Do not worry about it.
We will cater to the ones who did use their keys.
We are not here to convince.
Just service.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Winter
Of winter snow,
Of blinding white.
In broad daylight,
A shored up boat,
on frozen moat?
stagnant floats.
,
The silence deafen
Crisp cold creeps.
Awaiting sun, fen,
melting ice strips.
I Cried Again
The little tear that fell down my cheek
drew an ocean to the people below
they swam and swam untill they go tired
then they went to the black of their homes
they cried themselves to sleep that night
in the heat of the night they did sleep
awaiting the sandman to come give them their dreams
and to dream a dream of the deep
the depth of the waters hidden inside my tears
creating the ocean of which they do swim
without them ill die a slow suicide
the droubt of the midst of my tears
waiting just waiting for the tears of the night
awaiting the pain of my cries
as if i dont cry ill simply just die
so i must keep bringng the tears
but tonight i tried to cry again
bringing the emotions of the past
watching and waiting, watching and waiting
of the little peoples dreaming to last
but they did not appear from the mist of my tears
they did not attract to the swimming
as if they had entered the door of my heart
swimming off all of the good feelings
stay little ones swim off my dreams, swim as if never felt water
my tears are now gone and no misses all along
just a smile blessed into deep slumber
poem by Kristinahh KIMBER
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Summer Dreams Buzz By
Shrug off lazy blowflies buzzing summer days
youth dreams of grand destiny dared awaiting
exploits theirs of earth shattering consequences
waiting earth remains indifferent to such daring
shrugs off nats blowflies bugs buzzing summer days
summer seasons change ripe wider world constantly.
Shrug off blowflies buzzing long summer days
yeast young dream their grand destiny awaiting
exploits theirs ripple trigger earth shattering debating
the wider world remains indifferent to hollow deceit
landscapes are recast in more physical energetic heat
trodden down first are fearful talked played out meek.
Shrug off blowflies buzzing long summer days.
Swat or spray bothersome time lost away totally.
Summer seasons exchange radical retrograde intolerantly.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Freezing
in penguinia
however
it is summer now
and i'm still freezing
in the northern
hemisphere
awaiting
spring awakening
and sunshine
from 'Season of White Dreams'
poem by Igor Grey Balatsky
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Awaiting the Gates Knowledge
Awaiting the gates of knowledge
To be thrown upon we learn patience
To be the greatest virtue of all.
Awaiting the throne of your Queen
To be empty you find yourself wishing
Away the clouds only to find you
Miss them when their gone.
Always to know that it won’t last long the happiness I’m feeling as it comes in leaps and bounds.
I lie silent in slumbersome tones, praying for home,
Praying for the day to be re born with all the grace,
With all the perfection of the last.
Awaiting tides of laughter to roam
Free from the pit of foaming insanities.
It’s hard to find the words, so hard to
Scream profanities when all you do is go unheard.
poem by David Lacey
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Roads To Madness
Most of this is memory now
Ive gone too far to turn back now
Im not quite what I thought I was but
Then again Im maybe more
The blood-words promised, Ive spoken
Releasing the names from the circle
Maybe I can leave here now and, o
Transcend the boundaries
For now Im standing here
Im awaiting this grand transition
The future is but past forgotten
On the road to madness
Times measure rusts as it crawls
I see its face in the looking glass - stop
This screaming laughter hides, the pain of its reality
Black, the door was locked I opened
And now Ive paid that price ten-fold over
Knowledge - was it worth such torment, oh
To see the far side of shadow
And still Im standing here
Im awaiting this grand transition
Im a fool in search of wisdom
And Im on the road to madness
Yes, Im on the road to madness
Im awaiting endlessly
Pounding rhythms echo me
Wont you take me somewhere far beyond the void
And still Im standing here
Im awaiting this grand transition
Maybe one day, oh Ill meet you, and well
Walk the roads to madness
Yes, were on the road to madness
Oh, I think theyve come to take me
I hear the voice, but theres no-one to see
I cant scream, too late its time
Stay on the course to pass
Youll never find the answer
To a place where darkened angels
Seemed lost and never found
Scream to see the light of
Forming figures fast behind you
Lay the past in the wind to spin
And your fate will sail beyond the open plains
Sail with angels onward
Live or die for the chosen one said
Saber sights cast a spell behind you
And they lock in all around
Free the scene insider
Never looking back to find why
Ride a course till the end of time
And youll stand atop the gate
Laying waste in a path recited
Fighting force wont avenge the guided black wing
Oh, electric might poses fright inside me
Seeing light at the end of sight reminds me
Ive passed away
song performed by by Queensryche
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Most people are awaiting Virtual Reality; I'm awaiting virtuous reality.
quote by Eli Khamarov
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Free Riding
Straight up the free ride trail,
anticipating.
Burning legs, sweating brow,
the fun is awaiting.
Gear down one more time,
keep pushing on.
gotta get to the top of the hill
wanna have some fun,
gotta get to the top of the hill
then begins the run.
'Victory is mine.'
Top of the trail,
time for hydrating.
Pause for a breath
then it's back on your wheels,
downhill's awaiting.
Wind rushin (ahh...so cool)
'damn helmet's hot',
eyes watering,
smiling broad, fishtailing
through the rocks.
Hands gripping on handlebars,
loving that sweet ride.
Free riding's EXTREME fun,
especially the down side.
poem by Angela Michel
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Awaiting Glory,
Awaiting glory,
I’m awaiting that house of hopes,
In my Father’s house I keep on calling,
That my work’s on earth hast the reward,
Bless me in all my thoughts,
That my value is another awaiting glory,
Come and understand that life is all beautiful,
That great thought,
I will never fail but avail,
Come and understand that life is all beautiful,
There is no more hesitation in your house,
There is that glory,
I will never fail but increase with my Father’s glory.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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In the Denim She Glides
I slow my car to a stop.
Get out and my jaw just drops.
In the denim she glides.
High heeled and switched thighs.
Oh my,
She's hot and fine.
But she's not mine...
To ride in my ride,
As I drive.
In the denim she glides.
I can't get her from my eyes.
When I walk by in disguise...
I realize feelings maximized.
Oh in the denim she glides.
I'd like to kiss her and fantasize...
She and I walk side by side,
And everybody says...
'They're two peas in a pot pie.'
Oh oh oh oh oh...
In the denim she glides.
High heeled and switched thighs.
Oh my,
She's hot and fine.
But she's not mine...
To ride in my ride,
As I drive.
I slow my car to a stop.
Get out and my jaw just drops.
While in the denim she glides.
High heeled and switched thighs.
Oh my,
She's hot and fine.
But she's not mine...
To ride in my ride,
As I drive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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White Heat
Down between the sunbeams the moneylenders chat
Hiding in the shade outside a council flat
Kids in the lift looking for things to throw
And practising their aim on the heads below
They make their apologies with the quickness of their feet
Then lost in the heat haze that shimmers across the street
Underfoot the pavement is melting
Crumbling for the luckiest girl
The whole world is melting.
(white white heat)
Im still not in until a week next wednesday
Im holidaying on the roof til the big bad wolf goes away
In the street the pavement is melting
Crumbling for the luckiest girl
The whole world is melting.
White heat turns the street upside down.
Down between the sunbeams the debt collectors chat, chat, chat, chat,
Hiding in the shade outside a council flat
By the hairs on my chinny chin chin
I shall not let you in.
In the street the pavement is melting
Crumbling for the luckiest girl
The whole world is melting.
(for the luckiest girl in all the world)
(white, white heat)
song performed by by Madness
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Awaiting
awaiting day elapse
elapsing of it memory for the shake of memory
when beauty of wave that kiss the coast
omit the ripples without meaning
when what wind fizz
without tone
when musical tones
heard whoop it up
ah, I really toothache
awaiting something that is no meaning.
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Awaiting On You All
You dont need no love in
You dont need no bed pan
You dont need a horoscope or a microscope
The see the mess that youre in
If you open up your heart
You will know what I mean
Weve been polluted so long
Now heres a way for you to get clean
By chanting the names of the lord and youll be free
The lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see
Chanting the names of the lord and youll be free
The lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see
You dont need no passport
And you dont need no visas
You dont need to designate or to emigrate
Before you can see jesus
If you open up your heart
Youll see hes right there
Always was and will be
Hell relieve you of your cares
By chanting the names of the lord and youll be free
The lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see
Chanting the names of the lord and youll be free
The lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see
You dont need no church house
And you dont need no temple
You dont need no rosary beads or them books to read
To see that you have fallen
If you open up your heart
You will know what I mean
Weve been kept down so long
Someones thinking that were all green
And while the pope owns 51% of general motors
And the stock exchange is the only thing hes qualified to quote us
The lord is awaiting on you all to awaken and see
By chanting the names of the lord and youll be free
song performed by by George Harrison
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