The Whole Thing Over With
From her side of the bed
the wife suggests he get dressed,
go out in the night and
purchase a piece. She's
not in the mood. Or
if he must, he can
go ahead, stick it in,
shoot it off, and get
the whole thing over with.
She doesn't care any more
where he pours it
so long as he's quiet
and doesn't wake the kids.
Too tired to dress,
he sticks it in, explodes,
rolls off, finally spent.
Maybe now the beasts
that will never creep
within his crosshairs
can get some sleep.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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I Don't Care
I don't care where I live my life
As long as I have you,
I don't care where my home is
As long as there is us two,
I don't care if we live in a house
Or in a mansion, or even a cave,
I just want you at my side
Where together, forever we will stay,
I don't care to count out my money
Every nickel, penny, quarter or dime,
I don't care to spend all of our money
On our place that is yours and mine,
I don't care if the nights are cold
At the place that we will call home.
I don't care if the days are hot
As long as I have you and I am not alone,
I don't care what country we are in
Or where finally we will lay our roots,
I don't care what language me might speak
As long as I can still say I love you,
I don't care where I sleep at night
Whether it be a hut, or cabin, tent or igloo,
I don't care where I wake up in the morning
As long as I wake up next to you,
I don't care if we have one room
At the place that we will spend our life,
I don't care what people might ever say
All I care is to have you as my wife.
poem by Randy McClave
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXXXII: Tired
I'm tired of being rich
It doesn't give me challenge
I'm tired of keeping famous
It doesn't give me freedom
I'm tired of being powerful
It doesn't give me passion
I'm tired of keeping strong
It doesn't give me happiness
I'm tired of being perfect
It doesn't give me satisfaction
I'm tired of keeping beauty
It doesn't give me security
I'm tired of being lucky
It doesn't give me dream
I'm tired of keeping smile
It doesn't give me honesty
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Why are butterflies free?
A butterfly goes thru one of lives greatest metamorphoses.
It starts its life as a caterpillar going thru life eating and waiting for that moment to begging its life’s journey. It cocoons itself until it is ready for its last steps in life.
Spring forth from its cocoon, it frees itself and flies off into the light. It is its begging and ending all at the same time.
It doesn’t care about what the future brings
It doesn’t care about lesser things
It doesn’t care about the rain
It doesn’t care about the pain
It doesn’t care about where it belongs
It doesn’t care about a silly love songs
It doesn’t care about right or wrong
It doesn’t care about the road being to long
It doesn’t care if the sun sets in the east
It doesn’t care about war and piece
It doesn’t care about the world in helter skelter
It doesn’t care about a warm shelter
It has no idea about mass destruction
For that takes too much contemplation
For politics it has no reaction
It needs no constitution
Just being is its satisfaction
It looks to no one for absolution
No homeland for repatriation
It has no skin for condemnation
It has no time for recreation
It has no room for damnation
A butterfly lives its life like there is no tomorrow
For a butterfly there is no tomorrow
A butterfly just wonders the earth sapping up life as it goes by
It owes nothing to anyone
Fly butterfly, fly and be free
Be free to be free
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Just Because
Just because you did
Doesn't mean that you should
Just because you can
Doesn't mean that you could
Just because you are able
Doesn't mean you would
Just because you sat
Doesn't mean you should‘ve stood.
Just because you spoke
Doesn't mean that you thought
Just because you looked
Doesn't mean that you sought
Just because you argued
Doesn't mean that you fought
Just because you dreamed
Doesn't mean that you wished not.
Just because you cried
Doesn't mean that you wept
Just because you had
Doesn't mean that you kept
Just because you cleaned
Doesn't mean that you swept
Just because you said yes
Doesn't mean that you accept.
Just because you gathered
Doesn't mean that you own
Just because you gave up
Doesn't mean that you were alone
Just because you saw
Doesn't mean that you were shown
Just because you expiate
Doesn't mean you should atone.
Just because your old
Doesn't mean that you have flaws
Just because you won
Doesn't mean you have to applause
Just because you waited
Doesn't mean that you paused
Just because you were you
Doesn't mean anything, because.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CII: little thing
Little thing sometimes forgotten, but it doesn’t mean it’s not important
Little thing sometimes neglected, but it doesn’t mean it’s not affecting
Little thing sometimes missed, but it doesn’t mean it’s not a threat
Little thing sometimes underestimated, but it doesn’t mean it’s not treating
Little thing sometimes ignored, but it doesn’t mean it’s disappeared
Little thing sometimes trifling, but it doesn’t mean it’s not needed
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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What is the Color of love?
Written by: Wilfred C. Mellers Monday, February 12,2007
I have dated different people before and the one thing that I have found out is that we all want the same thing. To love and be loved, to be understood and appreciated, to be valued as a human being, and to be respected as a couple.
It doesn’t matter who you are or where you come from.
What matters the most is what is on the inside.
Trust doesn’t come with a color
Honesty doesn’t come with a color
Commitment doesn’t come with a color
Hope doesn’t come with a color
Sharing doesn’t come with a color
Faith doesn’t come with a color
Sacrifice doesn’t come with a color
Wanting doesn’t come with a color
Despair and loneliness doesn’t come with a color
Unfaithfulness doesn’t come with a color
Longevity doesn’t come with a color
Caring doesn’t come with a color
Wanting to be with someone doesn’t come with a color
Spending your life with someone doesn’t come with a color
Giving oneself doesn’t come with a color
Sharing values doesn’t come with a color
If all these things don’t come with a color, then why do we look at the superficial than the substance of love? It doesn’t matter who you are with but that you are with someone that loves and cares for you. That someone that will be there for you in your darkest hour of need is what that is important. We train our kids to look at the differences that we have than look at the content of ones character. We all belong to the human family and this is what makes us the same. We are all like flowers blooming in a great garden we call earth. We come in many different colors, shades, and styles. What makes us different is what makes us the same. A bee doesn’t care about the color of the flower only that the nectar is sweet.
You my friend are sweet nectar that blooms only for awhile just to disappear till time again to bloom. Cherish the differences that make us all human. A color is nothing more than just that; a color.
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Her Open Relationship
You sleep with her.
She sleeps with him.
Together you live.
With a child bared.
Fight about what each other did.
Only to make it up at night.
You won't even take care of your own kid.
Not a single once of trust left alone with him.
Yet she doesn't care.
She works and sends the kid to family.
Thinking your crazy.
I know something she does not.
Another lie.
You never worked a day in you life.
Yet she doesn't care.
You blame it on a criminal record.
Yet she doesn't care.
Like a mother she needs someone to take care of.
You do drugs, and steal her savings for the child to pay for it.
Her revenge is humiliation of it in public.
Bare no false witness some would say.
Still together as you always were
Still together as you always will be.
No matter what she still loves you.
This is her open relationship.
I know this personally, for I told her the truth and she hated me for it.
I pulled her wool off her eyes as he was trying to get with three girls at the same time.
Still she doesn't care.
One was at my house waiting for him.
Such is the power of love so blind.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Maybe I'll Just Sleep
Maybe I'll just sleep.
Maybe I'll just sleep, because
It's a great thing to do when you're tired.
It's also a great thing to do when you have nothing
Else to do.
It's also a great thing to do when all of your friends
Are out socializing and seeing movies and
Drinking
Which, even if I don't partake, would be fun to watch
And playing in a band
Which
You really want to do but have no
Creative output or
Instrument in reach or
People to play with or
Motivation,
And eating food at wonderful restaurants and walking
Under the stars and saying goodnight to their
Significant others, which
You lack but you don't mind lacking,
Things like that.
It's also a great thing to do when all of your friends
Are skating on crystals and ice or
swimming in everclear waters or
dancing with the girl in the shriveled green dress or
taking themselves apart
piece by
piece.
Maybe I'll just sleep.
Maybe I'll just sleep.
Maybe I'll just sleep.
Maybe I'll just sleep.
Maybe I'll
poem by Adam Harding
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A Parting II
I WILL not wake you, dear; no tears shall creep
To chill the still bed where you lie asleep;
No cry, no word, shall break the sanctity
Of the great silence where God lets you lie.
I will not tease your grave with flower or stone;
You are tired, my heart; you shall be left alone.
And even the kisses that my lips must lay
Upon the mould of the triumphant clay
Shall be so soft--like those a mother lays
Upon her sleeping baby's little face--
You will not feel my kisses, will not hear;
You are tired: sleep on, I will not wake you, dear!
But when the good day comes, you will hear me cry,
'Ah, make a little place where I can lie!'
And half awakened, you will feel me creep
Into the folds of your familiar sleep,
And draw them round us, with a tender moan,
'How could you let me sleep so long alone?'
poem by Edith Nesbit
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FINALLY (i love you more)
Finally I met a man
A man that loves me
Makes me cry tears of joy
Instead of tears of pain
On the wedding day I will have his last name
He is my love
My only
The man I've waited for
I prayed every night for a man like this
Talking and holding him
Feels my heart with bliss
Finally I can say
I love you and not a day
Goes by where my heart
Doesn't love you
You're the reason
I wake up every morning
The reason I sleep ever night
Finally, oh thank god finally
I found love
poem by Raesheka Antwine
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The Sidewinder Sleep Tonight
This here is the place I will be staying.
There isn't a number. You can call the pay phone.
Let it ring a long, long, long, long time.
If I don't pick up, hang up, call back, let it ring some more.
If I don't pick up, pick up... The sidewinder sleeps, sleeps, sleeps in a coil
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
There are scratches all around the coin slot
like a heartbeat, baby trying to wake up,
but this machine can only swallow money.
You can't lay a patch by computer design.
It's just a lot of stupid, stupid signs.
Tell her,
tell her she can kiss my ass, then laugh and say that you were only kidding.
That way she'll know that it's really, really, really, really me.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Baby, instant soup doesn't really grab me.
Today I need something more sub-sub-sub-substantial.
A can of beans or blackeyed peas, some Nescafe and ice,
a candy bar, a falling star, or a reading of Doctor Seuss;
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
The cat in the hat came back, wrecked a lot of havoc on the way,
always had a smile and a reason to pretend.
But their world has flat backgrounds and little need to sleep but to dream.
The sidewinder sleeps on his back.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
I can always sleep standing up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
I can always sleep standing up. Call me when you try to wake her.
Call me when you try to wake her up. Call me when you try to wake her.
I can always sleep standing up. Call me when you try to wake her.
I can always sleep standing up. Call me when you try to wake her.
We've got to moogie, moogie, move on this one
song performed by by REM
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Void
I've seen so many faces
These hands have lied before
I've kissed so many lips it's blocked my mind
I've whispered bullshit, nothings
I've cried alone in night
I thought I'd found the one a million times
But doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you in my heart?
And doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you?
I let a stranger love me
I gave away my pride
I bit my lips, so I could block my mind
I've called your name to others
Just like a spinal chord
Severed and broken but the spark still tries
And doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you in my heart?
Doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the noise?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you?
They don't know you like I do
They don't see the good inside you
They don't lie with you in bed and join you when you're dreaming
They don't see your softer side
Who'll be there to turn your light on?
Who will try to wash away the stain that love has left us?
Doesn't anyone fill the void?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone kill the place of you in my heart?
Doesn't anyone bring the noise?
Doesn't anyone kill the joy?
Doesn't anyone take the place of you?
song performed by by Darren Hayes
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Not Just A Mom
My mom isn't just a mom at all
She's also something else
My mom isn't so quiet or shy
But she's proud and doesn't care what others say about her
My mom is like a friend who I will never forget
My mom is always there
Whether I'm sad, happy, lonely, or angry
She's always there, ready to listen
My mom always give me advices to overcome any problems
She supports me in any way
My mom is like a genius to me
She may not be like genius of studies
But she's a genius of me
My mom knows what I think, what I will say, she knows everything about me
My mom knows what to do to make me calm down
My mom knows how to make me automatically happy
My mom knows what and how I feel
My mom knows what I need the most
My mom is like an angel God sent from Heaven
My mom is loud, weird, and crazy
But she understands me the most
My mom always help me to fix my mistakes
My mom always help me to reach my dreams
My mom always love me no matter what
My mom doesn't care if I am handicapped
My mom doesn't care if I'm missing a finger
She doesn't care
My mom loves me the way I am
My mom is like someone who I can't give up on
My mom is like... a daughter of God.
poem by XXXHolix Fire
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The One They Never Mention
They say Love lasts forever,
That Family sticks together.
But they never say one thing,
About Friendship.
They never mention when you discover,
Love doesn't last forever,
Family doesn't always stick together,
Without Friendship you'll snap, like a dried up twig.
They pick you up, when you fall,
They hold you, when you cry,
But next to Love and Family,
No one pays attention to Friends.
Next time listen when they say,
"Love lasts forever, and Family sticks together."
And don't forget to add,
"And Friends are always there."
poem by Rachel Mac
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Late Night Mom
Late night mom
You know what to do
Doesn’t matter now
The monsters won’t say boo
You’re up so late
The moon’s asleep too
Late night mom
The kids worry
All night long
They wake up
And you’re passed out on the lawn
Late night mom
Knows just what to do
Your kid’s staying up late
To see what you’ll do
Thinking to herself
Why isn’t mommy in bed?
Late night mom is
Sleeping with the meds
Too close for comfort
A fire by the house
Smoking your cigarette
Thinking without a doubt
Late night mom
Is chilling in the house
Late night mom
Sleeping on the couch
Instead of in her bed
A cushion instead
Of a warm husband’s embrace
Late night mom
Passed out on the floor
Don’t wake the kids
You’re just asking for more
Around two or four
Dad will come out
And pick you up
While you pout
He’ll carry you over
To the room overhead
And help you climb
Slowly to bed
poem by Scarred Unknown
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Numb
yeah this is how it ends
after all these years
tired of it all
hopelessly helplessly broken apart
he finally falls
he doesn't want to think
doesn't want to feel
doesn't want to know what's going on
says there's nothing he can do will change anything
he doesn't want to know what's going wrong
because he's in love with a drug
one that makes him numb
one that stops him feeling at all
he's in love with a drug
forget eveyone
he really doesn't care anymore
anymore...
yeah this is how it ends
after all this time
everything just fades away
worn-out and empty and all alone
with nothing left to say
oh it's all too big to make a difference
it's all too wrong to make it right
yeah everything is too unfair
everything too much to bear
he doesn't have the strength left for the fight
says all he wants is the drug
the one that makes him numb
the one that stops him feeling at all
he just wants to take the drug
forget everyone
he doesn't want to care anymore
just keeps loving the drug
the one that makes him numb
the one that stops him feeling at all
just keeps loving the drug
the drug that he's become
he isn't really here anymore...
and that makes me cry
song performed by by Cure
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Sucker In A 3 Piece
Shes so fine
How about a 9 on a 10 scale
With long legs straight on up to her lunch pail
Sweet little wishbone, oh yeah
Dont wanna break her in half
Lick up one side and down the other
Always makes her laugh
She take me down, down, down to the bottom
I got everything you wanted
Give you everything you need
Still you want that sugar daddy over me
She want a sucker, sucker in a 3 piece
A sucker all dressed up in a 3 piece suit
Im on fire with just one look
Got me a brand new number
In my little black book
But she dont like the way I dress
She dont like the way I wear my hair
But when I roll you over baby, you dont care
Just take me down, down, down, down to the bottom
Give me everything I want
Give me everything I want
You dont want that sugar daddy, not over me
She want a sucker, sucker in a 3 piece
A sucker all dressed up in a 3 piece suit
Oh say it isnt so, baby
You wanna sucker
He just a sucker
He just a sucker
Look at all that money, baby
Ya know your sugar daddy
Youre a sugar mama
Youre both a bunch of suckers
Oh how he got a big ole belly
A stone bald head
Now, listen here, honey
That aint down your alley, no
Hes just a sucker in a 3 piece
Sucker in a 3 piece suit
Sucker.
Stone cold, sugar daddy
Sucker all dressed up in a 3 piece suit
song performed by by Van Halen
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Interlude 4
I'll tell you every single-We all have gifts, you know, and uh, like special gifts. And there's this voice inside of us that says "don't do that," you know, "Why you gonna get up there with that guitar? You're gonna like like a, a hip hop folk singer. What are you, you know, what are you?..."
(Laughter)
And I really went through, I mean, I'm serious, I mean I can laugh about it now, but it took a long time for me to understand that, you know, what I am is what I am and I can't be afraid to, you know, to expose that to the public. You know, always-get in trouble trying to make it, tryin' to dress it up, you know what I'm sayin'? Just tired of that, you know. Just tired of that. Tired of frontin', Tired of that... And until I find a group of people that are as passionate about it as I am, I'll just roll alone until such time, you know. It's all good, God is faithful. Y'all still get to hear it, so, you know? 'Cause see that enemy he would tell me, you know "You don't have the 20 piece band, you can't do nothin'." I said, "Yeah, sure... Keep talkin'." 'Cause somebody's gonna, they gonna see me and they gonna know "Oh I, there's somethin' that God's been tellin me to do. I can do it, too. I can do what I'm supposed to be doin', I don't need an entourage. What do I need a crew for?" That doesn't validate you. Okay, let's see. Mmmm...
song performed by by Lauryn Hill
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Dollar Science
'If you send a thousand dollars,
Then God will bless your heart! '
Yet no matter how he hollers,
I've no money for a start...
That preacher guy won't get my cash
Because the cash ain't there,
In any case, I won't be rash,
So he's a billionaire...
He doesn't need a mansion home
With swimming pool to match,
Or fancy jet to fly to Rome,
If there's some plane to catch...
No wife have I, no kids have I,
So why the heck should he?
And while there's starving kids that die,
I'll think of them not me...
He doesn't need a temple site
To worship God above,
He doesn't need the widow's mite
To prove that she's got love...
He'll not get a single penny,
He'll not get a single dime!
He's no prayer of getting any,
When he's just a waste of time!
poem by Denis Martindale
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Written.
I will still love you
Until the stars doesn't
dress the heaven
Until the heaven doesn't
reflect by river
Until the river doesn't
reach the ocean
Until the ocean doesn't
touch the sand
Until the sand doesn't
unmake its number
Until the last number doesn't
unrevealed its name
Even if our name in one soul doesn't
be written
poem by Ocean MisT
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