Maybe
body fluids, and black coffee...
pawnshop of the heart,
the corner of third and fifth,
or maybe...
they're talking about invading Iran
and the stock market jumps.
gas prices inch upward,
and maybe, just maybe...
you still taste like cinnamon,
and ashes...
maybe....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Cinnamon
Do you believe that your're dead when you die
Or do you believe in a soul
You have the power to mess with their minds
You've got them under control
Everybody wants a piece of you
To take them higher than they ever were on the ground
(All I wanna say is)
Cinnamon, Cinnamon
Don't let them down
Cinnamon, Cinnamon
Don't let them down
Nobody sees that you smile when you lie
You'll take that mask to your grave
You know what you're doing
God knows you're not blind
You just don't want to be saved
Line'em up and knock'em down
You've taken everything and still keep coming around
Cinnamon, Cinnamon
Don't let them down
Cinnamon, Cinnamon
Don't let them down
You have the power to mess with their lives
They're under your control
Everybody wants a piece of you
To take them higher than they ever were on the ground
Cinnamon, Cinnamon
Don't let them down
Cinnamon, Cinnamon
Don't let them down...
song performed by by Tiffany
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Coffee!
Coffee beans all ground up,
Coffee in my favourite cup,
Coffee black, coffee white,
Coffee dark, coffee light,
Coffee right, to start the day,
Coffee at work, coffee at play,
Coffee midday, coffee at night,
Coffee to sober, coffee to excite,
Coffee weak, coffee strong,
But maybe instead some Lapsang Souchong! ! ! !
TEA! ! ! ! !
poem by Ernestine Northover
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I don't know where the stock market is going, but I will say this, that if it continues higher, this will do more to stimulate the economy than anything we've been talking about today or anything anybody else was talking about.
quote by Alan Greenspan
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(Strange Poem) Angry Aliens
Angry aliens their coming to get you.
Invading the body by unknowing means.
Taking control of your mind.
Their is nothing you can do.
Your fear is pointless.
Your defenses are useless.
When they're done, their will no one left save.
Angry aliens their coming to get you.
Invading the body by unknowing means.
Taking control of your mind.
With instruments both sharp and dull.
An incision right across you skull.
An plantation technology unknown.
You will be a clone.
Do what they say.
How they say.
Their is just no other way.
Angry aliens their coming to get you.
Invading the body by unknowing means.
Taking control of your mind.
They will not explain their reasoning.
For your limited minds could never comprehend such matters.
It would drive you completely insane.
They do not understand why you struggle so much.
They see you as cows they need to herd in their pens.
For food, for experimentation, for divination.
Does the reason even matter.
A purpose that will never be exposed.
Angry aliens their coming to get you.
Invading the body by unknowing means.
Taking control of your mind.
Angry aliens their coming to get you.
Invading the body by unknowing means.
Taking control of your mind.
If you had the power would you not do the same.
Do we not do this to other creatures we consider of lesser intelligence.
And if given the power do you think they would take upon a swift vengeance.
Angry aliens their coming to get you.
Invading the body by unknowing means.
Taking control of your mind.
Angry aliens their coming to get you.
Invading the body by unknowing means.
Taking control of your mind.
Their no stopping them now.
You better just listen to what say.
They expect you to completely and fully obey.
They are the angry aliens.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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It seems to me that today if the artist wishes to be serious — to cut out a little original niche for himself, or at least preserve his own innocence of personality — he must once more sink himself in solitude. There are too much talk and gossip; pictures are apparently made, like stock-market prices, by competition of people eager for profit; in order to do anything at all we need (so to speak) the wit and ideas of our neighbors as much as the businessmen need the funds of others to win on the market. All this traffic sharpens our intelligence and falsifies our judgment.
quote by Edgar Degas
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Ashes
it took ashes...
for me to draw
a picture of your living
in black and white...
yet containing all
the colors of your being...
it took ashes...
for me to lay down
all my wants and desires,
and the fear of losing you...
it took ashes...
for me to quit pretending
that this kingdom
is invincible...
and this island will remain...
it took ashes...
for me to taste
death's lips and
still surrender to
each naked tick of living...
it took ashes...
for me to be
honest with myself...
to let go of the reins,
and stand free
on the shore of tomorrow!
it took ashes...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The stock market can be down, but the stock market is not an indication of where people's spirits and enthusiam are, and where their intellectual energy is.
quote by James Daly
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Coffee
Coffee is
Secrat of
Every day
For morning
Eneargy...
To day id'not
Take cofee
Come with haadache...
And sleep;
My body also lazy..
The coffee making
Somthig
For me...
I want to avoid
Coffee
You also try
To avoid coffee
For your feautere
Health...
Take black tea
Is better with good....! ! !
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Recent economic data shows that our economy is robust, growing and headed in the right direction. The numbers don't lie. Americans are currently enjoying falling gas prices, low unemployment, increased job creation, and a stock market that has reached an all-time high.
quote by J.D. Hayworth
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Inch By Inch
You can take a powder
You can take a drink
You can keep the shrink
And the kitchen sink
Write my name in heaven
In invisible ink
I just woke up from dreaming, I think
You can take me over
You can give me a lip
You can take me under
You can give me the slip
Take off everything or tear me off a strip
Like a lady in the chamber
And another in the clip
Chorus
Dont move a muscle baby
Dont even flinch
You can miss me by a mile
Or just inch by inch
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
You can pull me up again
Inch by inch
Inch by inch
As pulses race
I long to see that look upon your face
You can take me outside
You can take me apart
You can take me upstairs
You can take me to heart
You made me love you when
You thought you were so smart
Dont try to stop me when
You told me to start
Chorus
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Black Coffee (feat. Merry Clayton)
She smelled like flowers, she taste like toffee
She kissed me slowly, she held me soflty
Got to close and she back up off me
Left me stone cold sober just like black coffee
Just like black coffee
She told me that she alway be thinkin of me
She said she wanted me to know that she really did love me
She said she'd never put no one above me
Except for monkey, she like a junky
Just like a junky
Just like a junky
Its April 25th its up around 80
Found a spot out in the park where the grass was shady
Said mom from Jamaica, her father Haiti
Such a pretty lady, she such a lady
She smelled like flowers, she taste like toffee
She kissed me slowly, she held me soflty
Got to close and she back up off me
Left me stone cold sober just like black coffee
Just like black coffee (x3
song performed by by Everlast
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Black and White
Black and White By Dilantha Gunawardana
A story in black and white
Black and white;
Black in white; perhaps black on white;
White embedded in black;
Black around white, sprinkle or a speckle even a trickle;
Shadows on the porch on an eerie white night;
A piano keyboard, intertwined in ebony and white;
A checker or a droughts board or lofty chess pieces;
Black stallions and white mares;
All galloping in the pursuit of unending happiness;
A flow of nimbus with a speckle of cumulus;
Showers of blessings, black rain and even snow and hale;
The smog that kisses the snow flake clouds;
Chimneys and embers inside snowy winter bungalows;
We begin in ashes, black residual ashes;
Connected to a white umbilical cord;
We are born white, virgins in every sphere of life;
Then we learn of the agony of the ebony;
Even the bright light of white, even white water that softens our stance;
Criss-cross, diagonal, straight or in jumps in the many paths of life;
Life, a game of chess, as we sprinkle our lives with black and white;
And in the end, we are left with nothing but black and white;
A powdered white peau against the back dropp of a charcoal black suit
In an ebony coffin, with white shimmering handles
Then we burn in to ashes, residual embers
Ashes to ashes, powder of our existence
Black and white;
Our true essence of life.
poem by Dilantha Gunawardana
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We had a booming stock market in 1929 and then went into the world's greatest depression. We have a booming stock market in 1999. Will the bubble somehow burst, and then we enter depression? Well, some things are not different.
quote by Jeffrey Sachs
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Body Snatchers
Under a bridge,
white van
blue overalls,
accident
black spot.
The spirits
of those who die violently
spiral around in turbulence,
causing more accidents.
The Buddhist Association,
funded by public donations,
collects the pieces
and pacifies the spirits
with chanting and cremations.
It is an unconnected fact
that, even if a body is not intact,
disconnected
body pieces
fetch good prices
in a global market.
This is the organic arm
of environmentally friendly recycling,
matching the end-buyer
with the finished product.
The catalogues are on the net.
A for Arm? That's what you get!
poem by Brian Taylor
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Sally Cinnamon
Until sally I was never happy
I needed so much more
Rain clouds oh they used to chase me
Down they would pour
Join my tears
Allay my fears
Sent to me from heaven
Sally cinnamon
You are my world
I pop pop pop blow blow bubble gum
You taste of cherryade
There is something here you must show me
From what you are made
Sugar and spice
And all things nice
Sent to me from heaven
Sally cinnamon
You are my world
Your eyes are gazing back from
Every little piece of glass
You seem to smile from every place
Sally cinnamon
You are my world
Then I put the letter back in
The place where it was found
Its a pocket in a jacket
On a train in town
Sent to her from heaven
Sally cinnamon
Your her world
song performed by by Stone Roses
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Cinnamon Street
Growing up on cinnamon street. everywhere you look there are lots of people to meet, its seven oclock, the breakfast treat. now the schoolbus is here, hurry up and grab a seat. all the dreams
Iny ones, another week has just begun on cinnamon street.
There was a girl on cinnamon street, the same age as me, we shared the curiosity. I won her heart cos I could play guitar. I promised her heaven at once and later all the stars. but it all remai
He same cos things can never change on cinnamon street.
I can hear my heartbeat the very first time we made love, life was a lazy rest in the sun. later we went dancing, staying up all night long - playing all our favourite songs, cinnamon songs: oh
Na na na na.
I say goodbye to cinnamon street. springtime is here and the air is so dry and sweet. I walk in a cloud, the smell of cinnamon bread, its in my blood since the day I was born til I wake up...
And the sun is smiling gently, a funny shade of red, cinnamon street.
I still feel my heartbeat the very first time we made love, life was a lazy day in the sun. later we went dancing, hanging out all night long - singing all our favourite songs, cinnamon songs: o
Na na na na na na.
song performed by by Roxette
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Cinnamon Street 2
Growing up on cinnamon street.
Everywhere you look there are lots of people to meet,
Its seven oclock, the breakfast treat.
Now the schoolbus is here, hurry up and grab a seat.
All the dreams are tiny ones, another week has just begun
On cinnamon street.
There was a boy on cinnamon street,
The same age as me, we shared the curiosity.
He won my heart cos he could play guitar.
He promised me heaven at once and later all the stars.
But it all remained the same cos things can never change
On cinnamon street.
I can hear my heartbeat the very first time we made love,
Life was a lazy rest in the sun.
Later we went dancing, staying up all night long - playing all our favourite songs,
Cinnamon songs:
Oh oh na na na na na.
I say goodbye to cinnamon street.
Springtime is here and the air is so dry and sweet.
I walk in a cloud, the smell of cinnamon bread,
Its in my blood since the day I was born til I wake up... dead.
And the sun is smiling gently, a funny shade of red,
Cinnamon street.
I still feel my heartbeat the very first time we made love,
Life was a lazy day in the sun.
Later we went dancing, hanging out all night long - singing all our favourite songs,
Cinnamon songs:
Oh oh na na na na na na...
song performed by by Roxette
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Sally Cinnamon
Until Sally I was never happy
I needed so much more
Rain clouds oh they used to chase me
Down they would pour
Join my tears
Allay my fears
Sent to me from heaven
Sally Cinnamon
You are my world
I pop pop pop blow blow bubble gum
You taste of Cherryade
There is something here you must show me
From what you are made
Sugar and spice
And all things nice
Sent to me from heaven
Sally Cinnamon
You are my world
Your eyes are gazing back from
Every little piece of glass
You seem to smile from every place
Sally Cinnamon
You are my world
Then I put the letter back in
The place where it was found
In the pocket of a jacket
On a train in town
Sent to her from heaven
Sally Cinnamon
Your her world
song performed by by The Stone Roses from B-sides & Other Songs
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Questions......
lady, (lady in black
gown, black hat, and
hand-gloves)
why do you want your
coffee black?
why do you always want
bitterness?
why always alone
sitting on a chair facing the sea
and drinking the salt of
the breeze
with your black coffee?
why sip bitterness
when
to my mind, coffee would be
better with cream
and honey
with someone beside you
facing the sea and
savoring the salt of the sea
with that black coffee of yours?
lady, why mourn
when joy is just around the bend?
why can't we be alone
together?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I have never for a minute felt in was my stock picking abilities. I feel that my stock picking abilities aided- I was able to pick out which are the good stocks in the good market, but I have been blessed with a great market.
quote by Jim Cramer
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