The Searched Soul
When I consider, pro and con,
What things my love is built upon --
A curly mouth; a sinewed wrist;
A questioning brow; a pretty twist
Of words as old and tried as sin;
A pointed ear; a cloven chin;
Long, tapered limbs; and slanted eyes
Not cold nor kind nor darkly wise --
When so I ponder, here apart,
What shallow boons suffice my heart,
What dust-bound trivia capture me,
I marvel at my normalcy.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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Twist
Well youve got me working so hard lately
Working my hands until they bleed
If I was twice the man I could be
Id still be half of what you need
Still you lead me and I follow
The small of your back up to your chin
Over to the tip of your switchblade
As you pull it out as you stick it in
(twist twist twist) it can go a little deeper
(twist twist twist) Im wear
T) it can go a little deeper
(twist twist twist) Im wearing these chains
(twist twist twist) you make it hurt real good
(twist twist twist) (but? ) I love the pain
(twist twist twist) it can go a little deeper
(twist twist twist) Im wearing these chains
(twist twist twist) you make it hurt real good
(twist twist twist) I love the pain
(twist twist twist)
(twist twist twist)
(twist twist twist)
(twist twist twist)
Turn it on
Quietly says:
Is this on? oh [questionable]
* Im so tired I cant get to sleep
* and the squeaking of the bed
* is right in time with the song thats
* repeating in my head
Its uncomforting to rember how you used to like a good f**k
Every once in awhile
* I just want(ed) you to know (that)
* when I do it, I only think of you
* = quoted from end of ringfinger (the extra lyrics printed at the end
Of the song in pretty hate machine)
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Internet Love
He's on the internet with such kind words
Thinking he's telling her, things she hasn't heard
The words he says, are so flattering to her
She's with the one she loves, this can't occur
She will never leave his side to come to you
Him and her have something special, to him she's true
She's sorry for your loneliness, and hope you find
A love for yourself, not the internet kind
On the computer, friends will come and go
Some will touch your heart and some your soul
Some gone in an instant, some hang around
Others want what you can't give, to a marriage bound
So this lesson we have learned for now
Be kind to everyone, this you can allow
Don't take serious, pretty words you may hear
These kind of words, we must stay clear!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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The Bracelet: To Julia
Why I tie about thy wrist,
Julia, this silken twist;
For what other reason 'tis
But to show thee how, in part,
Thou my pretty captive art?
But thy bond slave is my heart:
'tis but silk that bindeth thee,
Knap the thread and thou art free;
But 'tis otherwise with me:
-I am bound and fast bound, so
That from thee I cannot go;
If I could, I would not so.
poem by Robert Herrick
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The Bracelet To Julia
Why I tie about thy wrist,
Julia, this my silken twist?
For what other reason is't,
But to shew thee how in part
Thou my pretty captive art?
But thy bond-slave is my heart;
'Tis but silk that bindeth thee,
Knap the thread and thou art free;
But 'tis otherwise with me;
I am bound, and fast bound so,
That from thee I cannot go;
If I could, I would not so.
poem by Robert Herrick
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In Other Words
Youve got my heart in unfamiliar territory
Its never been out here on my sleeve
Here tonight with you its quite a diffrent story
You bring out a side of me no one has ever seen.
Theres somethin Im afraid to say to you too early
But Id be a fool to wait too late
My mind is cautious but my heart is in a hurry
Which ones right is really hard to say
Chorus:
In other words
I cant put I love you
In other words
When I look into your eyes
No other words
Can capture what Im feelin
My heart tells my head
Some things cant be said
In other words
Better men then i, have tried to find a better phrase
Still I love you has a ring Ive never heard
In other words
What we got here is a touchy situation
You smile as if you read my mind
Pair of I love yous gently ends this conversation
cause matters of the heart cant be defined
Chorus:
In other words
I cant put I love you
In other words
When I look into your eyes
No other words
Can capture what Im feelin
My heart tells my head
Some things cant be said
In other words
Better men then i, have tried to find a better phrase
Still I love you has a ring Ive never heard.....
In other words
Better men then i, have tried to find a better phrase
Still I love you has a ring Ive never heard
In other words
song performed by by Toby Keith
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My individual handsome God
I like to smile as you
But it's a cry
And I try to cry like you
Oh! It's a smile
And your curly gray beard
I love to grow on my pointed chin
But not that particular color.
At last I realized
You are a God!
And I am a Man.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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{shaking Off The Dust}
I shake the dust from my eyes
My weakened limbs cave beneath me
Cold sweat beads off my brow
Finding shelter in the solace
That no ungood deed
Will escape punishment
Has a deal been made
With the devil himself?
Perhaps now I see he resides in you
If you so easily find
Humor in anothers pain
Then surely you belong in those flames
I shake the dust from my eyes
Because certainly
I cannot believe what I see
poem by Lillian Jamison
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Cold
Scarred
Your back was turned
Curled like an embryo
Take another face
You will be kissed again
I was cold as i mouthed the words
And crawled across the mirror
I wait
Await the next breath
Your name
Like ice into my heart
A shallow grave
A monument to the ruined age
Ice in my eyes
And eyes like ice don't move
Screaming at the moon
Another past time
Your name
Like ice into my heart
Everything as cold as life
Can no one save you?
Everything
As cold as silence
And you never say a word
Your name
Like ice into my heart
Your name
Like ice into my heart
song performed by by Cure
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To give a little
Walked they did, through the heat; the stark
Bare country they didn’t know.
Pointed they did, hungry cold guns
To faces they knew not.
Cried they did, at corpses
Belonging to those men they never met.
Yet that hell ground, that spiteful haunt
Belonging tothe Devil’s padded foot.
Got them,
Took them,
Away, from you, from life, from all.
Left them; scarred forever.
Where are they now?
You ask,
You ponder, never caring before,
Who fought, who crowed
Life’s young lads,
They took that bullet;
That fatal blast.
Some are marked with shadows
Unnoticeable to those they pass.
Others, noticed by wounds;
Of limbs long lost and skin re-sown,
Yet some you won’t meet for they are gone
Soul flown, to the land of mighty God.
Stop right there and make a mark
A token to those that have departed,
A line perhaps to the grieving gal’s
A song, limerick, even a status will do,
Give something, anything, a little will suffice
To those that gave their lives for you.
poem by Bethany Louise Chipperfield
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Her love is my inspiration
Her love is my inspiration
Love is the inspiration for my heart to sing a tune,
love is the inspiration for my ear to hear,
love is the inspiration for my soul to warm,
love is the inspiration for my mouth to smile,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to glisten.
Love is the inspiration to draw my soul near another
love is the inspiration for my mouth to utter sweet words,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to gaze upon her,
love is the inspiration for my heart to speak out.
Love is the inspiration for need, love is the inspiration for my mouth to touch hers,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to close,
love is the inspiration for my heart to race,
love is the inspiration for my tears to burn.
Love is the inspiration for longing,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to see only her,
love is the inspiration for my heart to cry out,
love is the inspiration for my ear to hear her whispers,
love is the inspiration for my soul to join hers forever.
Love is the inspiration for forever,
love is the inspiration for my heart to be whole,
love is the inspiration for my ear to always hear those words,
love is the inspiration for my soul to have hers,
love is the inpiration for my mouth to speak the truth.
Love is the inspiration for my soul to seek life
love is the inspirationfor my ear to hear her words,
love is the inspiration for my soul to reach for her,
love is the inspiration for my mouth to speak her truths,
love is the inspiration for my eyes to always look upon her first,
For she is the inspiration for my Love.
Nathaniel Cole Buddington
poem by Nathan Buddington
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Henry and the Scheme of Things.
It was all part of the scheme
of things Henry thought and
even when the women looked
at him with that odd curiosity
he never failed (at least not in
the beginning) to make a score
usually with one of the females
less prettier than the ones who
left before and after taking her
for the drink and meal routine
and maybe to the cinema he took
her back to his place and poured
her a drink and put on a cool jazz
record on the hifi and set her down
on the sofa and she talked and he
watched her lips move the lipstick
red the kind his mother used to wear
and her nose was kind of pointed and
lifted up at the end and her words
went over his head he wasn't interested
in her philosophy of being or what
she had bought at the last sale he
studied her chin the way it rose and
fell as she spoke the words pouring
out and he said look Honey I know
you like to talk but how about you
and me going to bed? Oh she said I
haven't told you about the time I
went to New York and so Henry lay
back on the sofa closed his eyes
and let her talk a jazz saxophone
filling in behind her voice the record
turning her mouth opening and closing
and he thought of time passing and
remembering his mother's red lipstick
mouth scolding and after boredom had
set in deep he drifted off to sexless sleep.
poem by Terry Collett
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Cold Iron Bound
by Bob Dylan
I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around
Well, I'm all used up and the fields have turned brown
I went to church on Sunday and she passed by
My love for her is taking such a long time to die
I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist
It's almost like, almost like I don't exist
I'm twenty miles out of town, in cold irons bound
The walls of pride are high and wide
Can't see over to the other side
It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay
It's sadder still, to feel your heart torn away
One look at you and I'm out of control
Like the universe has swallowed me whole
I'm twenty miles out of town in Cold irons bound
There's too many people, too many to recall
I thought some of 'm were friends of mine; I was wrong about 'm all
Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's mud
Up over my head nothing but clouds of blood
I found my world, found my world in you
But your love just hasn't proved true
I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
Twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
Oh, the winds in Chicago have torn me to shreds
Reality has always had too many heads
Some things last longer than you think they will
There are some kind of things you can never kill
It's you and you only, I'm been thinking about
But you can't see in and it's hard lookin' out
I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
Well the fats in the fire and the water's in the tank
The whiskey's in the jar and the money's in the bank
I tried to love and protect you because I cared
I'm gonna remember forever the joy that we shared
Looking at you and I'm on my bended knee
You have no idea what you do to me
I'm twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
Twenty miles out of town in cold irons bound
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Pretty Words
Ive seen the way he cast his spell
Hes gonna hurt you I can tell
Just to prove that he can be your lover
Hes gonna turn on that charm
Tonight hell wrap you in his arms
Tomrrow he will leave you for another
Pretty is as pretty does
Thats how it is and always was
Pretty words are all hes givin you
And when he whispers int he dark
Watch out hes gonna break your heart
cause pretty words wont make your dreams come true
Theyre just pretty words
Just pretty words
In the morning you will find
That you were just the next in line
Theres nothing I can do thats gonna stop you
Before you go just let me say
Id never treat your love that way
Ill be here long after hes forgot you
Pretty is as pretty does
Thats how it is and always was
Pretty words are all hes givin you
And when he whispers int he dark
Watch out hes gonna break your heart
cause pretty words wont make your dreams come true
Theyre just pretty words
Just pretty words
song performed by by Vince Gill
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Why Dont You Love Me
Words and music by hank williams, sr.
Well, [g] why dont you love me like you used to do
How come you treat me like a [d7] worn out shoe
My [g] hairs still curly and my [c] eyes are still blue
[g] why dont you love me like you [d7] used to [g] do.
Aint had no [c] lovin like a huggin and a kissin
In a [d7] long, long [g] while
We dont get nearer or further or closer
Than a country [d7] mile;
Why dont you spark me like you used to do
And say sweet nothins like you used to coo
Im the same old trouble that youve always been through
So, why dont you love me like you used to do.
Well, why dont you be just like you used to be
How come you find so many faults with me
Somebodys changed so let me give you a clue
Why dont you love me like you used to do.
Aint had no lovin like a huggin and a kissin
In a long, long while
We dont get nearer or further
Than a country mile;
Why dont you say the things you used to say
What makes you treat me like a piece of clay
My hairs still curly and my eyes are still blue
Why dont you love me like you used to do.
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Love is the inspiration
Love is the inspiration for the heart to sing a tune,
For the ear to hear,
For the soul to warm,
For the mouth to smile,
For the eyes to glisten.
Love is the inspiration for want,
For the soul to draw near another,
For the mouth to utter sweet words,
For the eyes to gaze upon,
For the heart to speak out.
Love is the inspiration for need,
For the mouth to touch,
For the eyes to close,
For the heart to race,
For the ear to burn.
Love is the inspiration for longing,
For the eyes to see only the one,
For the heart to cry out,
For the ear to hear whispers,
For the soul to join another forever.
Love is the inspiration for forever,
For the heart to be whole,
For the ear to always hear those words,
For the soul to have another,
For the mouth to speak the truth.
Love is the inspiration for the heart to seek God,
For the ear to hear his word,
For the soul to reach for him,
For the mouth to speak his truth,
For the eyes to always look upon him first,
For God is the inspiration for Love.
poem by Rabecca Welch
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I Like Being Brown
I like being brown
Caramel with red undertones
I love my thick lips and wide nose
I can create kinky masterpieces from my locks
And yes my round hips can be seen for blocks and blocks
These things are part of my culture you see-traits, characteristics
Yet they don't define me
They don't tell you that I don't like to fly
And am sometimes afraid of the dark
You can't tell by them that on Saturdays
I take my son to the park
My intelligence cannot be seen in the color of my skin
The thickness of my lips does not tell you what kind of person I am
You may assume from my kinky locks that I am a certain 'type'
But only by knowing my heart, can your predictions be right
See whether you are red or tan, white, yellow or brown
With curly or straight hair, eyes slanted or round
Be proud to show love for your culture and your heritage
And celebrate your fellow man as he shows pride in his
poem by Tamika Stubblefield
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Liquid Violence
That which gives me strength
As the stream runs red
Pouring like liquid violence
From a cut in my head
I falter in thoughts and
There’s a knick in this knife
Look at that pretty mess
Made from this pretty life
The love for this is blind
The need for it, so real
It takes from me so much
So much I cannot feel
Let this river run its course
Let the emotion flood out
Ignore it as it falls away
Wrapped up in doubt
To know I can still bleed
Makes me feel I'm still alive
Stone cold and dead inside
And lacking every will to survive
This which gives me strength
Every slash and twist
This self-induced violence
From a cut on my wrist
poem by Perfect Fool
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Journeys In Paradise
I wonder
I ponder
When you left
What were you thinking of?
Did you expect to find Love
Or Death?
Life could have been different
Youth does not know any better
Life would have been better
Youth is eerily nonchalant.
We long for perfect days
That will never come
Yesterday disappeared in the blaze
What remain are ashes and foams.
We wonder
We ponder
We miss things that we never had
We can awfully be sad and be mad
What were you thinking of?
Were you chasing Love?
We will never live
The long gone journeys in Paradise
Let's move on and be wise.
Because you had to leave
Life is now very different
And our love is somewhat deficient.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Sonnet XV: If That a Loyal Heart
If that a loyal heart and faith unfeign'd,
If a sweet languish with a chaste desire,
If hunger-starven thought so long retain'd,
Fed but with smoke, and cherished but with fire,
And if a brow with care's characters painted
Bewrays my love, with broken words half spoken
To her that sits in my thought's temple sainted,
And lays to view my vulture-gnawn heart open,
If I have done due homage to her eyes,
And had my sighs still tending on her name,
If on her love my life and honor lies,
And she th'unkindest maid still scorns the same,
Let this suffice: the world yet may see
The fault is hers, though mine the hurt must be.
poem by Samuel Daniel
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Penelope
Love, like a wind, shook wide your blosmy eyes,
You trembled, and your breath came sobbing-wise
For that you loved me.
You were so kind, so sweet, none could withhold
To adore, but that you were so strange, so cold;
For that you loved me.
Like to a box of spikenard did you break
Your heart about my feet. What words you spake!
For that you loved me.
Life fell to dust without me; so you tried
All carefullest ways to drive me from your side,
For that you loved me.
You gave yourself as children give, that weep
And snatch back, with--'I meant you not to keep!'
For that you loved me.
I am no woman, girl, nor ever knew
That love could teach all ways that hate could do
To her that loved me.
Have less of love, or less of woman in
Your love, or loss may even from this begin--
That you so love me.
For, wild Penelope, the web you wove
You still unweave, unloving all your love;
Is this to love me,
Or what rights have I that scorn could deny?
Even of your love, alas, poor Love must die,
If so you love me!
poem by Francis Thompson
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