Holy Ashes...
if love be this house
of flesh and scars...
this pathway made of living.
the bridge of doing and done,
the shelves of dying laid by hand.
the bed made with reverent memories,
the pot of giving boiling on the stove...
then light the match,
i'll burn it all down...
and wrap your body in holy ashes!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Take It Away
Get down
Wooooooo!
Get down
I'm lying to myself
And this dagger's my excuse
I'm apalled
I Should have paid up
And I left an hour late
I was laid up
I must abuse myself
I'm against all that I've made up
Set in stone the sun will come
And I hate light
You know I hate light
Dont make it look so pretty burning
Burn the sun
Burn the light
Take take take take take take it away
Take my hand
Take my life
Take take take take take take it away
I must have caught something
In the heat of all these dances
I'm a worm with no more chances
And I've lost all doubt
In a chemical romance
I guess I'm bitching
At the thoughts of tarnished hope
It's kind of funny
The only feeling
I'm not in love
You know it's not love
Don't make it look so pretty burning
Burn the sun
Burn the light
Take take take take take take it away
Take my hand
Take my life
Take take take take take take it away
Burn the sun
Burn the light
Take take take take take take it away
Take my hand
Take my life
Take take take take take take it away
Brothers and sisters
I'm right here with you
Cause everyone's got one
I started to kill me
I'm so apathetic in my resentment
Living, loving, knowing this... in my resentment
Take my hand [x8]
Take my life
Take my heart take my mind
Take my life take my life
Burn the sun burn the lights
Take take take take take take it away
Take my hand take my life
Take take take take take take it away
Burn the signs burn the lights
Take take take take take take it away
Take my hand take my life
Take my life
Take my life
Take my life
song performed by by Used
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Made By Hand
made by hand....
dreams woven
in a fine cloth....
steps made of stone,
laid one upon the other.
shelter made of oak,
cut and hauled,
nailed together in the sun,
able to stand the night.
this window made of glass,
allowing light and dark
to intertwine....
this old bed made of pine....
the path to the doorway
laid with pine needles....
this old door always open....
the light always on....
this heart made by hand,
waiting for you,
in this stillness...
made by hand!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Burn That Bridge
Burn that bridge
By: jimmy buffett, michael utley, will jennings
1984
Im not sayin Im scareda you
But your kinda love is somethin new
When I hold you were swayin in the wind
Of all the bridges Ive ever crossed
High and lonesome and wild and lost
I feel this time Ill take it to the end
We dont care what the people may say
If theres a price its the price well pay
Chorus:
And well burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn that bridge when we come to
Burn it down
Burn it down
We both done our share of runnin around
So we know enough to know the kind of love weve found
Its the real thing and weve got to see it through
Im a singer and a sailor on a midnight sea
(oh captain come and take me on your fantasy)
If were crazy that aint nothin new
cause we dont care what the people may say
If theres a price its the price well pay
Chorus:
And well burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn that bridge when we come to
Burn it down
Burn it down
Who knows how it started
Who knows it end
The point of no return is waiting
Just around the bend
Chorus:
And well burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn that bridge when we come to
Burn it down
Burn it down
Chorus:
Yes well burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn that bridge when we come to it
Burn that bridge when we come to
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down
Burn it down
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Word Made Flesh
Suck my breast, I'm the word made flesh
Ain't no rest for the word made flesh
My lips are moving but I hear no sound
It's that same old noise, it's in sensurround
Tune yourself up and count yourself down
Word made flesh, word made flesh
Lord help me rise to this occasion
Word made, word made flesh
I've been toiling so hard in the vineyard
Pay your debts to the word made flesh
East meets west in the word made flesh
I see you talking, but I still can't hear
Like a box of glass blocking off my ears
Turn off the charm and prey on your fears
Brainless pests for the word made flesh
Wall Street desks curse the word made flesh
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Life To Me
Fleeting breath, frailest flesh
I'm a casualty birth
And so I sink into Your depth
My only place of rest
[refrain]
Where earth and wind and sky and sea
Could never match Your majesty
From where I stand I'm crying out
Jesus, You are life to me
The treachery of valleys deep
Has only made me weak
I clothe this flesh with holiness
My only place of rest
[refrain]
Where earth and wind and sky and sea
Could never match Your majesty
From where I stand I'm crying out
Jesus, You are life to me
And when I see Your face I'll know
All the pain and tears will go
To the bottom of the sea
You'll forever be holy, holy
Holy, holy, holy, holy
[refrain]
Where earth and wind and sky and sea
Could never match Your majesty
From where I stand I'm crying out
Jesus, You are life to me
Holy, holy, holy, holy...
When all is fallen
You are life to me
When all is broken
You are life to me
When all is empty
You are life to me, life to me, life to me
When I am fallen
You are life to me
When I am broken
You are life to me
When I am empty
You are life to me, life to me, life to me
Life to me...
song performed by by ZoeGirl
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That Red Dress
There you are
In that dress so red
Stirring up thoughts
Inside my head
You even have a hat
That's red to match
Uuuuh la la baby
You are quite the catch
And with those red stockings
Running all up your legs
It is tempting enough
To make me have to beg
And those red boots
That are on your feet
Well, I'm giving up
I'm giving in to defeat
Oh with that body
With the perfect mold
It is your body
That I wat to forever hold
So come a little closer
And just let me see
Just how your body
Was made to please me
So give me that body
That looks ah so well
And I'll follow you
To the depths of Hell
poem by Norman Hale
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Sestina
September rain falls on the house.
In the failing light, the old grandmother
sits in the kitchen with the child
beside the Little Marvel Stove,
reading the jokes from the almanac,
laughing and talking to hide her tears.
She thinks that her equinoctial tears
and the rain that beats on the roof of the house
were both foretold by the almanac,
but only known to a grandmother.
The iron kettle sings on the stove.
She cuts some bread and says to the child,
It's time for tea now; but the child
is watching the teakettle's small hard tears
dance like mad on the hot black stove,
the way the rain must dance on the house.
Tidying up, the old grandmother
hangs up the clever almanac
on its string. Birdlike, the almanac
hovers half open above the child,
hovers above the old grandmother
and her teacup full of dark brown tears.
She shivers and says she thinks the house
feels chilly, and puts more wood in the stove.
It was to be, says the Marvel Stove.
I know what I know, says the almanac.
With crayons the child draws a rigid house
and a winding pathway. Then the child
puts in a man with buttons like tears
and shows it proudly to the grandmother.
But secretly, while the grandmother
busies herself about the stove,
the little moons fall down like tears
from between the pages of the almanac
into the flower bed the child
has carefully placed in the front of the house.
Time to plant tears, says the almanac.
The grandmother sings to the marvelous stove
and the child draws another inscrutable house.
poem by Elizabeth Bishop
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Insurrection
insurrection...
or just the pot boiling over,
the plant breaking through the gound,
the leaf bursting from the bud,
the wind breaking down the door.
light breaking through the darkness,
the body breaking free of bonds.
the spirit breaking from the body,
the truth breaking from the silence.
hope breaking from despair,
caring breaking from the calloused....
the individual breaking from the crowd.
the many breaking from the few,
the man breaking from enslavement.
the pot boiling over...
be careful!
you'll burn your hand!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Last Time
If you want it
Dont look at my face
Its the last time
Its not forever
The dust in the wind
Its the last time
One world, one dream
The stars in your hand
No light, no life
The scars are made by man
Heaven cant help you now
In this madness
Take it while you can
Its the last time
This holy water
Running away
For the last time
One world, one dream
The stars in your hand
No light, no life
So heal the scars of man
One chance, this night
To shine on this land
This time, with pride
Give back now while you can
All these fields, that once were green
Have turned to smoke and steel
The sun will fall, and the last moon rise
Dont turn this tide away
If you want it
So start it again
Its the last time
(the scars were made by man)
Its not forever
The dust is the wind
For the last time
One world, one dream
The stars in your hand
No light, no life
So heal the scars of man
One chance, this night
To shine on this land
This time, with pride
Give back now while you can
Music & lyrics by: geoff downes & john payne
song performed by by Asia
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Dying
ı would like to die before you die
do you think that
the one who comes after
will find the one who has gone before
I do not think so
it is better you burn my body
and put the remnant ashes in an urn
placed on a shelf on the fire-place
the urn must be made up of transparent white glass
so that you can see me in it
you see
how self-sacrificing I am
I do not want to be terracotta
I do not want to be a flower
but want to be ash
to live together with you
and after sometime
when you die too
you will come into the urn also
and we will then live there together
with your ashes mixed in my ashes
till the day
when one of our clumsy brides
or an unloyal grandson without care
throw the urn out from there
but we
till then
we will be mixed with each other completely
our molecules will fall beside each other
side by side
in the wasteland to which we will be thrown
we will then dive into the soil together
and one day out
when a wild flower will sprout
from this little piece of soil
in her stem
there will bloom certainly two flowers
ı am certain
I know
one is you
and the other is me
but I..
I do not think of dying yet
my blood is still boılıng and flowing
I will give birth to off-springs yet
life is occupying inside me and overflowing
I will live with you together
more and more
I am not afraid of death also
but I not like the way of our held funeral ceremony
may be it will be changed
till the day we die
ıs there a chance of yours
to be freed and released from the prisons nowadays
some voice from inside me says
''PERHAPS''
1947
Piraye Nazım HİKMET
translation Metin ŞAHİN
poem by Metin Sahin
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Right To Cry
He kept it all inside - alive and screaming
Tears were not his style, his pride was leading
I watched the light dancing on the sea
As it turned to grey
Oh, how I wish that the tide would soon return
Someday, someday
Ive a right to cry
Thats not giving in
Scars from you and i, scars we kept within
Theres a right to cry, its not giving up
With my right to cry, now Ive had enough
Its hard to break the bones of life, of living
A side youll never show, let go, dont need it
Hold on, hold on, hold on
I can see in your eyes and I know how youre going to feel
I watched the light dancing on the sea
As it turned to grey
Oh, how I wish that the tide would soon return
Someday, someday
Ive a right to cry
Thats not giving in
Scars from you and i, scars we kept within
Theres a right to cry, its not giving up
With my right to cry, now Ive had enough
song performed by by Asia
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Move Out
I fell in love on the day we met
It was a purely physical thing
We talked and talked I like your mouth
Your minds o.k. but I love your body
We havent slept for days now
Ooh your body
We havent slept for nights
Ooh your body body
Nothings going to stop me
Ooh your body
This is a title fight
Ooh your body body
I made you laugh and you made me cry
I know its wrong but Ill never miss you
You locked me up I dont know why
But theres no law against escaping
It doesnt really matter
What you say to me
Nothings going to stop me
What will be will be
I had a dream I was on a train
I met this girl she was prettier than you
Do what you want but dont wake up
Close your eyes and lets get started
I know a secret locked in ice
Until I die Im taking action
There must be more that we can do
Where am I just when I need you
Wrap me in your body
Ill wrap you everywhere
No ones going to miss me
I know that no-one cares
Ive been in your body
Ive been in your car
You know Ive had enough now
Y know what the reasons are
Move out
Ill leave today going away
Move out
Im ready to go
Move out
Move out
song performed by by Heaven 17
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Preserving Scars
She wakes up
Screaming
Crying
From nightmares
Terror
Fear
Scars
On her body
Show it all
Abuse
Mistreatment
Neglect
All her history
Is written
Upon her skin
Dripping in
Rose red
Ink
Scars
Tell her experiences
Memories
Engraved in
Her mind
Imprinted
Never to
Be without
Them
Never to
Be without
Pain
Reminders
Everywhere she
Looks
Of the past
Preserved
In her skin
She covers them
As best as she
Can
She hugs herself
Rocking back and forth
Rembering lost pain
Remembering
How she got those
Marks
How those
Memories
Were made
She will
Never be without
Those scars
Forever
Preserved
In her skin
poem by Autumn Winds
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Question Marked Innocence
When we talked you promised
That you would never leave
Then I told you of the demons
And how they made me bleed
I made you promise crazy things
But your words weren’t enough
I couldn’t believe you loved me
I thought to love me was to tough
When I cry about my past
And say that I’m ashamed
I know that I am the one
Who is to be blamed
Then you hold me tight
And say that it’s okay
So I cry for my lack of innocence
And the things I couldn’t give away
When I can’t sleep through the night
And the memories start to hurt too much
I burn myself and tell you,
Because you’re the only one I trust
You say your better then you’re past
You tell me that I’m strong
You say that I’m the love of your life
But if you only knew
The kind of thoughts I think
And what I used to do
You tell me that it doesn’t matter
And that you love me anyway
So I cry for my stolen innocence
And the things I shouldn’t have given away
They all said my body lacked beauty
And it made my confidence fall apart
But when I let you look
You marveled at me like a work of art
I then held you close just to say
Remember this moment and don’t let it fade
So I cry for my question mark innocence
And the things I wish I gave away
I never felt a thing
Before I gave you my heart
And when those bad memories won’t fade
And I feel like I’ll fall apart
You will tell me you love me so
Then as you wrap your arms around me
And say you’ll never let me go
I know you really love me,
And you’ll keep me safe from harm
You know I’ve been hurt,
And abused in every kind of way
So I cry for my loss of innocence
And the things I gave away
poem by Lora Cooley
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Hey Man
Do you know what it's like to fall on the floor?
Cry your guts out till you got no more
Hey man, now you're really living
Have you ever made love to a beautiful girl?
Made you feel like it's not such a bad world
Hey man, now you're really living
Now you're really giving everything
And you're really gettin' what you gave
Now you're really livin' what this life is all about
Well, I just saw the sun rise over the hill
Never used to give me much of a thrill
But, hey man, now I'm really living
Do you know what it's like to care too much?
About someone that you're never gonna get to touch
Hey man, now you're really living
Have you ever sat down in the fresh-cut grass
And thought about the moment and when it will pass
Hey man, now you're really living
Now you're really giving everything
And you're really gettin' what you gave
Now you're really livin' what this life is all about
Now, what would you say if I told you that
Everyone thinks you're a crazy old cat
Hey man, now you're really living
Do you know what it's like to fall on the floor?
Cry your guts out till you got no more
Hey man, now you're really living
Have you ever made love to a beautiful girl?
Made you feel like it's not such a bad world
Hey man, now you're really living...
song performed by by Eels
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Embrace!
body bruised,
burning in the fire
that consumes and names!
living by hunger,
fed my memory...
and the scent of something
from that faraway shore!
stories written in ashes,
the crackle and the smoke...
winter, and stillness.
but the light still burns,
the room stark and empty!
hand extended,
naked, unashamed!
calling forth the lover
dressed in flesh and touch!
breathe on me!
softly blow the ashes....
still fire beneath...
waiting for embrace!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Little House Made Out Of Logs
I was raised in a little house
Made out of logs
Had a dirt chimney
Made from moss
Cut out windows
No glass at all
Little house
Made out of logs
Never swept any floor
Made out of dirt
You don't see any more
Kerosene lamps
Water from the spring
Makes me thirsty again
Raised on potatoes and cornbread
Wood stove was all we had
Never thought much about the holidays
Just a season for another time and place
Can't forget how I was raised
Makes you learn to appreciate
I could do the same in time
Little log house
On my mind
poem by Monette Paul
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Living Isnt Really Giving
Author unknown (sung by dewey bunnell)
Found on heard.
Oh, I wish that I could find the reason why
Living isnt really giving
Oh, I wish that I could find the reason why
Living isnt really giving
But I dont care how long it takes
For the days to get nice
cause me and my friends, you know were ready
And willing to pay the price
Oh, la la la ....
Way deep down inside
I know Im on a free ride
But when the green light turns to red
Who is living, who is dead
Theyve taken out the river
And theyve put in a cement road
Its made the going a whole lot lighter
But made a much heavier load
I dont know how long I can go on like this
Dont know how long I can go on like this
Dont know how long I can go on like this
I see the light switch on the wall
With no legs Im still tall
We might not make it at all
I can see the river and the little place where I would swim
Where did it all begin
I wish I knew
Oh, I wish that I could find the reason why
Living isnt really giving
Isnt really giving
Isnt really giving
song performed by by America
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Would You?
if i made love to you with words,
would your breath quicken?
would your heart race?
would the moan of the wind
excite you, make you tremble?
would you see me in the shadows?
if i made love to you with rain,
would you stand in it till
you were drenched?
would you take off your clothes,
let the water run down your body?
would you kiss the clouds that bring?
embrace the lightning?
ride the great peels of thunder?
if i made love to you with stillness,
would you lay forever,
listening, panting, dissolving?
would you give that up
which you have never given?
would you wrap yourself
in the arms of darkness,
and wait with the mountains
for the coming light?
would you?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Christian And Jew
A Dialogue
'Oh happy happy land!
Angels like rushes stand
About the wells of light.'—
'Alas, I have not eyes for this fair sight:
Hold fast my hand.'—
'As in a soft wind, they
Bend all one blessed way,
Each bowed in his own glory, star with star.'—
'I cannot see so far,
Here shadows are.'—
'White-winged the cherubim,
Yet whiter seraphim,
Glow white with intense fire of love.'—
'Mine eyes are dim:
I look in vain above,
And miss their hymn.'—
'Angels, Archangels cry
One to other ceaselessly
(I hear them sing)
One 'Holy, Holy, Holy' to their King.'—
'I do not hear them, I.'—
'At one side Paradise
Is curtained from the rest,
Made green for wearied eyes;
Much softer than the breast
Of mother-dove clad in a rainbow's dyes.
'All precious souls are there
Most safe, elect by grace,
All tears are wiped for ever from their face:
Untired in prayer
They wait and praise
Hidden for a little space.
'Boughs of the Living Vine
They spread in summer shine
Green leaf with leaf:
Sap of the Royal Vine it stirs like wine
In all both less and chief.
'Sing to the Lord,
All spirits of all flesh, sing;
For He hath not abhorred
Our low estate nor scorn'd our offering:
Shout to our King.'—
'But Zion said:
My Lord forgetteth me.
Lo, she hath made her bed
In dust; forsaken weepeth she
Where alien rivers swell the sea.
'She laid her body as the ground,
Her tender body as the ground to those
Who passed; her harpstrings cannot sound
In a strange land; discrowned
She sits, and drunk with woes.'—
'O drunken not with wine,
Whose sins and sorrows have fulfilled the sum,—
Be not afraid, arise, be no more dumb;
Arise, shine,
For thy light is come.'—
'Can these bones live?'—
'God knows:
The prophet saw such clothed with flesh and skin;
A wind blew on them and life entered in;
They shook and rose.
Hasten the time, O Lord, blot out their sin,
Let life begin.'
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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