To Reel To And Fro
Why do you scheme harm against me?
For the pool of water is now with blood!
But to stagger like a drunken man is not my style,
And like the muse of your love so hidden without a clue to me.
To reel to and fro on my love,
You have repaid me evil for my kindness;
But one day, the protector of your love will fall!
Then you will understand my works for what i am.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ucassi
Your muse,
For it all;
My muse,
For it all;
And like Ucassi your neighbour!
But, i am ready to share my sweet love with you.
Her own style,
My own style,
Your own style,
His own style,
Our own styles,
With the cloud, the rain and the storm! !
But, do not give up on your dreams.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Stagger Lee
The night was clear, and the moon was yellow
And the leaves came tumblin down. . .
I was standin on the corner
When I heard my bull dog bark.
He was barkin at the two men
Who were gamblin in the dark.
It was stagger lee and billy,
Two men who gambled late.
Stagger lee threw a seven,
Billy swore that he threw eight.
Stagger lee, said billy,
I cant let you go with that.
You have won all my money,
And my brand-new stetson hat.
Stagger lee went home
And he got his .44.
He said, Im goin to the ballroom
Just to pay that debt I owe.
(bridge)
Go, stagger lee
Stagger lee went to the ballroom
And he strolled across the ballroom floor.
He said you did me wrong, billy.
And he pulled his .44.
Stagger lee, said billy,
Oh, please dont take my life!
Ive got three hungry children,
And a very sickly wife.
Stagger lee shot billy
Oh, he shot that poor boy so hard
That a bullet went through billy
And broke the bartenders bar.
Go, stagger lee, go, stagger lee!
Go, stagger lee, go, stagger lee!
(to fade)
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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A Pool of Blood
A pool of water causes us to play with words,
Inner feelings may conceive an exalted frame of mind.
A pool is like radiation, all the yawning is converted
Into a character of good, a conversion has been made.
A pool is of blood, a real royal boredom of blue blood,
A spoilt man is issuing secrets that kingdoms do love.
When murder is bloody and minded by the some
We crave, destruction is the key, for almighty freedom.
A pool of immediate appearance is before my own eyes,
My ears are against my sight, for I have no idea of sound.
What is the murder when pools of bright blood stain the floors
With the anger and hunger of a killer, a sentinel of alien rudeness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Stagger Lee
The night was clear and the moon was yellow
And the leaves came tumbling down
I was standing on the corner
When I heard my bulldog bark
He was barking up at the two men
Who were gambling in the dark
It was stagger lee and billy
Two men who gambled late
Stagger lee threw a seven
Billy swore, he threw an eight
Stagger lee told billy,
I cant let you get away with that
Well, youve won all my money
And my brand new stetson hat
Stagger lee ran home
Went and got him his 44
Said, Im going to the bar room
Just to pay that debt that I owe
Go stagger lee, go stagger lee
Go stagger lee, go stagger lee
Said, i m going to the bar room
Just to pay that debt that I owe
Stagger lee went to the bar room
Boy, he stood across the bar room doors
Said, now, nobody move
And he pulled out his 44
Stagger lee, cried billy
Oh, please dont you take my life
I got me three little children
And a very sickly wife
Go stagger lee, go stagger lee
Go stagger lee, go stagger lee
Got me three little children
And a very, very sickly wife
Stagger lee shot billy
Boy, he shot that poor boy so bad
That the bullet came thru billy
And went right thru the bartenders glass
While I was standing on the corner
When I heard my bulldog bark
He was barking up at the two men
Who were gambling in the dark
Go stagger lee, go stagger lee
Go stagger lee, go stagger lee
Well, he was barking up at the two men
Who were gambling in the dark
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Truancy
Attendance,
Substitute,
Truancy;
Roses for the soldiers!
And in the milky way with your muse,
But the blues of your sweet love is noted by all.
Liquid to liquid and water to water,
Blood to blood and dream to dream,
Paint the sky with love and paint the earth with care;
But the human race should be painted with the muse of unity.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Forest Pool
LOST amid gloom and solitude,
A pool lies hidden in the wood,
A pool the autumn rain has made
Where flowers with their fair shadows played.
Bare as a beggar's board, the trees
Stand in the water to their knees;
The birds are mute, but far away
I hear a bloodhound's sullen bay.
Blue-eyed forget-me-nots that shook,
Kissed by a little laughing brook,
Kissed too by you with lips so red,
Float in the water drowned and dead.
And dead and drowned 'mid leaves that rot,
Our angel-eyed Forget-me-not,
The love of unforgotten years,
Floats corpse-like in a pool of tears
poem by Mathilde Blind
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Sikking
People all over the world,
Hear me when i do write;
For i am Sikking with the muse of a king,
But the empty pool closer to you needs some water.
What about you?
What about me?
What about us?
What about life? ! !
And like the muse of love at Konny Island;
But as high as the eagle is my mind to you all,
For what is left by the lion is now being eaten by the rabbit.
To eat it in the name of love,
To drink it in the name of love,
To dream of me like a star in the name of love!
And like the words of your message of love and peace,
But the earth shakes and, the heavy noise is heard at the Red Sea! !
And like a lion from the flooding of the Yardan River.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Whirl pool
Whirl pool
On lake...
At through the stones...
water...
Rund rund...
Arund...
Whirl pool...
A Simply beauty...
The rain drops on
On pool water...
Many many
Little...little...
whirl pool
Run and rund to be...
Play the pool...
It was nature wool
With cool...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Stagger Lee
1948, xmas eve, with a full moon over town
Stagger lee shot billy delions
And he blew that poor boy down.
Do you know what he shot him for?
What do you make of that?
Cause billy delions threw the lucky dice
Won stagger lees stetson hat.
Bayo, bayo, tell me how can this be?
You arrest the girls for turning tricks
But youre scared of stagger lee.
Stagger lee is a madman and he shot my billy d.
Bayo go get him or give the job to me.
Delia delions, dear sweet delia-d
How the hell can I arrest him? hes twice as big as me.
Well dont ask me to go downtown, I wont come back alive [no more].
Not only is that mother big but he packs a .45 [four].
Bayo, delia said, just give me a gun
He shot my billy dead now Im gonna see him hung.
She went into the delions club through billy delions blood
Stepped up to stagger lee at the bar,
Said, buy me a gin fizz, love.
As stagger lee lit a cigarette she shot him in the balls
Blew the smoke off her revolver, had him dragged to city hall
Bayo, bayo, see you hang him high
He shot my billy dead and now hes got to die.
Delia went a walking down on singapore street
A three-piece band on the corner played near my God to thee
But delia whistled a different tune, what tune could it be?
The song that woman sung was look out stagger lee.
The song that delia sung was look out stagger lee.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Red Rose Of Love
Red rose for my lover,
Red love from her heart;
Red rose from my lover,
Red love from my heart;
Red rose,
Red heart,
Red love,
Red flower,
To praise the muse of her heart with roses;
Love is all around you.
A rose for me,
A rose that says more than two weeks in water;
Just like the dream that brings tow together,
My heart waits for you always.
Red rose of hearts,
red rose of love,
Like the true life in paradise;
I am living with the rose and,
I have a life to share with her.
Life is like a rose from a tree,
Visiting Canada in style;
Where i have more ice to see.
Roses of red to swim my muse with,
Together with my wife to take a trip;
This red rose is more than two weeks in water!
It is still going strong,
The roses of love on this journey;
Red rose of love,
Red hearts at peace,
Red rose of a muse that muses;
I am living in paradise on my lover's rose.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Memory Of Water
(music: marillion lyrics: john helmer)
I wonder if my ropes still hanging from the tree
By the standing pool where you drank me
And filled me full of thirsty love
And the memory of water?
wonder if a king still fishes there
His back toward the burned out air
His laughing catches singing loud
The memory of water
Your taste is blood and ecstasy
But I must drink you all alone
Youre freckled like a speckled egg
A dove but this bird has flown
O stay with me sweet memory
O stay with me
Wonder if my ropes still hanging from the tree
By the standing pool where you drank me
As pain flows through me like champagne
Of the memory of water
song performed by by Marillion
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1 Among The Best!
1 among the best!
You were seen among the best last night;
For, your style was like the muse of love,
And very different among the lot! !
However, it was like the muse of love in the land of joy.
1 among the best!
You've finally made it up to the top;
For the colours of the rainbow brought your message to me,
And you were decorated with the roses of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Gift
Oh, I try
They can't say I didn't try
I waited by a smaller child, Oh...
Tried to leave her
When she says I'll never love again
I wave my head in shame
In memories
And more
This love, I share
I share it, with you
Drunken
Water, water
Please stay
I wanna love again
Only...
Feeling stuck
Into my shallow public choice
I wave my head in shame
In memories
And more
This love, I share
I share it, with you
Drunken
Water, water
Stop sittin' and passin' on everything that I'd ever do
It's not worth to
I made the chance right by you
Oh.. Oh Oh!!
So tired of lettin' go
So tired of lettin' go and check
So tired of lettin' go
I'm so tired
It's so alright
Alright
song performed by by Deftones
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Water My Plants
Water my plants and let them grow,
For this muse of love is all about us;
What my plants and,
Let the water pass through them!
Water my plants and,
Let the water flow through them;
For this muse of love is all about us,
And, i need your love always beside me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Aspirant
Aspirant, sip, pin, pins, nip, pit, pits, tap, taps, pains;
Glue your muse to me like the clue of your love!
For i am the aspirant next to you,
And it is for a reason that i am here.
Aspirant, ants, ant, rats, rat, art, arts, tar, at, as, tars;
With your beautiful love as seen ny my eyes!
For, there is a reason of my presence today.
Aspirant, in, rain, ran, tan, span, pan, nap, sap, pans;
With the joy of your muse to satisfy my ways!
And like the sweet melodies of love.
Aspirant, prints, print, saint, pain, paints, paint, air, sit;
And like your joy in the land of your muse!
But, i am the aspirant next to you.
Aspirant, sat, trains, rains, train, pairs, pair, tin, tins, sin;
But i will always remember the joy of your muse! !
For, i am the next aspirant to you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In The Arabah
From her flow of blood,
Her monthly period;
Check the spot,
A female child;
But, don't shave your heads for the dead!
For, i am here with my muse.
Remember! Never forget;
With the edge of the sword,
For, i am here with my love.
Fins and scales,
Examine them;
And like a special treasure for all the girls!
But, i am here with my muse.
Of all that have both fins and scales,
Don't eat abominable things! !
And like a special treasure for all the women.
Men for war,
Women sfor slave,
Children for death!
And like a special treasure for all the men;
But i am here with my love.
A pleasing aroma,
In the Arabah;
But the meat is on the wood with fire around it!
And like the two kidneys,
But, seasoned with salt.
Springs of water,
The fat of the bull! !
Listen to the sound of the singers;
For, the horses hooves pounded.
Of your own flesh and blood,
But to rob all who passed by;
And like a special treasure for all the ladies! !
But, i am here with my muse.
The way of the earthly things,
The way of the heavenly things,
I am now very old and advanced in age;
But i am here with my love.
The accent,
The coercive power!
And like the allotment of a tribe;
But, in the Arabah with the muse of my love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Style
Style must not be underrated
Style is often overlooked
Style is never in the papers
I read it like an open book
Style
If you cant see the substance
Style shows how its organized
Style is looking for your money
Its in the way you paint your eyes
There is always a way
A way things are done
Ive been learning my abcs
I know what is 10, I know what is 1 in
Style is a naked look
Underneath your style
Style of a different place
Talking through your style
Even the way you hide it
Reveals the thing you hide
Your style may never cause a riot
Its still a style to have no style
There is always a way
To light up a lamp
Its been a crazy year all around
The check never came
I cant let it cramp my
Style is a world for sale
You cant buy this style
Style that you cant resist
You wont cramp my style
song performed by by Utopia
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Berrick
In a grand style with your muse,
I am Berrick with the words of love;
But the adventure with your love was like the colours of the rainbow!
And like the muse of peace for me to revise my notes.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Fuse, Suffuse!
The muse of emotion!
Sufficiency;
The spices of care,
Sophiscated!
The passion of a vision,
Play, display!
The ingredients of unity,
Wet and soft;
The aroma of peace,
Lift, gift!
The romance of love,
Sodden!
Sitting beside the swimming pool;
Extremely wet! !
Waiting for you,
Clift, lift!
Like apples for me and pineapples for you;
Played, displayed!
At the swimming pool,
Curious!
Like the muse of Inspector Louis;
Felicity, fidelity!
All day long;
To you and,
For you!
Like a transit visa,
As time goes by;
Fuse, suffuse!
Febrile;
But, she needs love and she wants something from you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Muse Is Free
I swim in the glimmers on the rivers muse
There I muse of love and love muse of me
In muse is ecstasy
my muse is free.
I lay by the brook, the muse's brook
And thirsty, I get up, to get a little drink
When I look, I see, I think
A beautiful Muse and my heart is shook
I dwell in a soul, a soulful muse
And to its harmony my soul withdrew
To the trumpets of muse the song of blue
My soul a muse, I always knew
I smell the odor, of muse's incense
In its torpor my body sleeps in my soul
And I smoke the smoke of muse intense
I laugh at myself amusingly droll
With my muse's nymphs we love in Hellas
Naked and free in the republic
Of beauty and art of love's Bellas
We love to we're entirely love sick.
My muse is free from the Devil's temptation
My Muse is free from God's judgment
My Muse is my only wordly nation
My Muse is a dream, I live, I lament
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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