Ever Decreasing Circles
I'm staring at the carpet, trying to pick out a pattern in my mind.
Ideas float about with no resting place.
I need to think, to start building something positive in my life.
Which road to take, such indecision, spinning my brain in
ever decreasing circles.
I must stop. I must decide what my next move will be.
And so,
I am staring at the carpet, trying to pick out a pattern in my mind.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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There's a pattern when tours start - a pattern of infighting, of making up, of breaking up, of addiction. There's a pattern of going to jail. There's a pattern of passion for music.
quote by Nikki Sixx
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The Forbidden Charms of a Nymphet
Life is irreversible-
It will be staged in a new theatre,
In a different way, with different actors.
But the ultimate happiness
Is to fold its magic carpet
And make the ornament of the present
Match the pattern of the past...
Where are you riding, Dolores Haze?
What make is the magic carpet?
poem by Leone Richardson
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Staring Problem
My eyes are so rootless
They wander, I follow
I keep staring, I cant stop it
I know I shouldnt
But I cant stop it
Such a cute girl
Im so jealous
I wish I looked exactly like her
Whats it like to have that body?
Im gawking while I wander
S-t-a-r-i-n-g
I cant stop staring
S-t-a-r-i-n-g
I cant stop staring
With my envy I steal glances
Resentful fault finder
This peek-a-boos become a problem
Predisposed cat fighter
S-t-a-r-i-n-g
I cant stop staring
S-t-a-r-i-n-g
I cant stop staring
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Goin Back To Alabama
(with kenny rogers)
Goin back to alabama...
Now that Ive learned a thing or two
Life for me had been so easy
But Ive got some livin yet to do
cause a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again
My friend...
Some days I didnt wanna wake up in the mornin
My family and friends were all down on me
I tried to tell em where I was goin
But they never saw the man I saw in me
Some folks call me a dreamer
Other folks laughed and called me a fool
All I ever wanted to be was a winner
cause I know a winner can never lose
cause a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again
cause a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again
My friend...
Yes a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
(pick himself up)
And dust himself off
(dust himself off)
(and)
Start all over again
Im a man
Im a man
(Im a man)
You know a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again
You know a man who walks by the side of the road
Can turn himself around
He can pick himself up
And dust himself off
And start all over again...
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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Experimentation
do not pick the words
let the word pick you
do not think let thinking
think for you
do not move
let the movement move in you
do not even think of the logic
in metaphors
there is no logic in them
they are the geese coming one spring
lots of noise moving in one direction
landing in your backyard
staring at the window looking for you
you see the world has a life of its own
do not ever think do not ever signify
the world moves, twirls, spins, collides
in you and you are shocked surprise at this
kind of phenomenon
the world hands you what you have been dreaming
you are its only child
and she introduces herself as your only mother
her grass is your cradle
her trees your friends her rocks your company
her clouds your travel and transition
her sun her moon her stars
they are all yours now
resting in the lines of your palms
be glad then
now you are so complete.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Freaks
(derek dick, mark kelly, steve rothery, peter trewavas, ian mosley)
Have you ever met a lady, screaming angst potential?
Have you ever dreamed of romance, no matter how experimental?
Have you ever felt an alien drifting back into your hometown?
Did you think you were buying safety when you bought that piece of ground?
She said all the best freaks are here
She said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
So I said all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
Have you ever woke up, sweating in the middle of the night?
You search the darkness and youre scrambling for the light
Have you ever walked down the street, heard bootsteps following you?
Dont worry my son, youve got the spook squad looking after you
He said all the best freaks are here
He said all the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
So I said all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me, stop staring at me
Airport terminal, patiently waiting on the last call
You feel the eyes burn the back of your head
Sign the autograph, get out of the picture, gonna have the last laugh
Feel the whispers as you head for the plane
Stop staring at me
Love and linen sheets seem so very far away
You save your pennies and you buy another day
But after all its only hide and seek, just another game
Theres so much fun to be had when youre living with a name
All the best freaks are here, all the best freaks are here
Please stop staring at me, all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
Oh, stop staring at me, oh, stop staring at me
They said all the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
All the best freaks are here
All the best freaks are here, please stop staring at me
song performed by by Marillion
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Other Girls
It only takes a minute,
Yeah a minute or two
Just like stubbing your toe
Or slamming the door on your finger
Pull out the singer
Then move on to the next little drama queen
Go and get some sleep
Dream
Yeah lay your head back and dream
About a girl you had
That broke your broken heart anon
The one that said shed love you from the start
And when the nightmares over come and take her for
All the memories, injuries,
Flower, cheats and hypocrisies
All the picture frames
And carpet stains
Say thank you for your time
Thats what other girls are for
If we wanted somebody wed make some more
No need to pick yourself up off the floor
Coz thats what other girls are for
It doesnt make a difference
It doesnt matter at all,
Shes just another chapter
Another Sunday morning hated,
Shes over rated
So send her flowers saying thank you for
All the memories, injuries,
Flower, cheats and hypocrisies
All the picture frames
And carpet stains
Say thank you for your time
Thats what other girls are for
If we wanted somebody wed make some more
No need to pick yourself up off the floor
Coz thats what other girls are for
Thats what other girls are for
Thats what other girls are for
Theres just something about them you know
Like top 40 radio
And if youre having trouble letting go
Maybe you should move to Canada
Now
Thats what other girls are for
If we wanted somebody wed make some more
No need to pick yourself up off the floor
Coz thats what other girls are for
Thats what other girls are for
Thats what other girls are for
Thats what other girls are for
Thats what other girls are for
Thats what other girls are for
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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Some people might look at something and let it go by, because they don't recognize the pattern and the significance. It's the sensitivity to pattern recognition that seems to me to be of great importance. It's a matter of being able to find meaning, whether it's positive or negative, in whatever you encounter. It's like a journey. It's like finding the paths that will allow you to go forward, or that path that has a block that tells you to start over again or do something else.
quote by Jonas Salk
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Let Me Give You This Starting Point
the starting point, of course, for a start
is
of course, the way we usually say
we agree, i will try,
a point, of course, a very small dot,
and then you push the dot, it rolls like
a mat
or this blanket, you spread it, of course,
it runs,
the point, turns into a carpet of your room
and you like the design spread
before you
some Arabic flowers, Bedouins with scimitars
carrying a princess on his arms,
riding on his warrior horse
under the moon
and the stars
and then, of course, it used
just to be a point
for a start, turning into a blanket,
then a carpet,
and what next, you have taken
the magic of it all,
you are riding now on the carpet
and then you fly
above the vast expanse of the
black skies
above the desert
you have become
the Aladin of my mind
poem by Antonio Liao
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Designs
Circles and lines
are by design
how some move in life.
Those in circles
keep spinning around
and seem to get nowhere.
Those in lines
move straight ahead
as if they're always aware
of what's up ahead.
They do not dread
their future at all
until they hit a wall.
And then they join
with those in circles
and get stuck
spinning around.
Lines can stop.
Circles do not
and so what we've got
is LIFE.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Circles
Friends come and friends go
As I go round and round in circles
Love someone change your mind
Decide he was a swine
As you go round and round in circles
He who knows does not speak
He who speaks does not know
And I go round in circles
Dislike someone and will not bend
Later they may become your best friend
As life it goes around in circles
He who knows does not speak
He who speaks does not know
And I go round in circles
Soul takes on a body with each birth we make our date
With life and death along the road the soul reincarnates
The show goes round and round in circles
When loss and gain and up and down
Becomes the same, then we stop going in circles
Round and round in circles
song performed by by George Harrison
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Stop the mind games
You were always too wild a beast to tame
I suppose I have myself to blame
for falling into your mindless traps
Now crying and sitting on your lap
Your powerful grip
has set a spell on me
on this particular love trip
I can only now but weep
I beg of you to
Stop the mind games
I ask you gently
Stop the mind games
They have the same pattern
The are always the same
I suppose I have myself to blame
You pick up the phone
Then tell me you are speaking
to another lover for fun
Its only my jealousy you get in return
You have an excuse
each time you abuse
my trust
You have an excuse
each time you abuse
my time
You have an excuse
each time you abuse
my self respect
Need I forget to mention
You never pay attention
to me in public
Telling me to wait
For a better show in private
I beg of you to
Stop the mind games
I ask you gently
Stop the mind games
Why don't you be brave
be straightforward
Tell me what you want and what you don't want
May be something good can still be saved
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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In My Mind
Album : Silencer (2001)
In my mind, in my mind a world of enchantment
Being sung through my mind
In my mind, visual enhancement
And I find myself in a red painted barn,
A million stars they pick me up and spin me
CHORUS
And now I am floating in a land of confusion
Or is it reality or just an illusion
And nothing makes sense, no start and no end
When you get more is when you get bored
In my mind, in my mind
Turning the handle and it's starting to stain
In my mind burns like a candle
And the wax tells a fairy tale
My heads for sale
I'm swimming through the hail
REPEAT CHORUS
In my mind, in my mind, in my mind
In my mind, (why can't you find yourself another place to rest...) in my mind, in my mind
In my mind, in my mind, in my mind
In my mind I see a red painted barn,
A million stars they pick me up and spin me
And now I am floating in a land of confusion
Or is it reality or just an illusion
And nothing makes sense, no start and no end
Cos when you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get something
(Why can't you find yourself another place to rest...)
Cos when you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get something
(Why can't you find yourself another place to rest...)
When you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get bored
When you get more is when you get something
song performed by by Zed
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Taking The Wings Of A Dragon
Here I am staring at the sun, wondering what I've become. Was I on the run? Well now its over. Im taking the wings of a dragon and getting ready to fly. I want to embrace the sky. I want to live my life before I die. I don't want to hide behind contradictions or lies. So here I am staring at the sun, wondering what I've become. Was I on the run? Well now its over. I'm taking the wings of a dragon and getting ready fly. Empty the mind, open the soul and let it all flow through. Broken hearts can be glued. I know that at one time it seemed as if I was screwed. But I have paid those dues. And now its time to move. So here I am staring at the sun, wondering what I've become. Was I on the run? Well now its over. I'm taking the wings of a dragon and getting ready to fly. The awe inspired. The truly desired. Stop to admire. What if that was yours? Oh so much do I adore. I must explore so much more. Never deny a chance to change the score. A riddle within is where I must begin. I must see this to the end. So here I am staring at the sun, wondering what I've become. Was I on the run? Was I on the run? . Well now its over. Im taking the wings of a dragon and getting ready to fly. I'm getting ready to fly.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Value in a Coin
Am a coin
under the carpet am swept
am to be missed not
into the street, am thrown
in the summer sun I glint
for days there I lay
am change
change in a 99 discount store
keep change
keep change, I heard you say
cause worthless my value stay
pick me up
pick me up little boy
I heard, coins is what you collect
toss me in that jar
that jar by your window pane
slowly, slowly that jar will fill
in numbers I have the power
the power in a paper note
go buy what you want
cant decide what to get?
heads or tails
will tell what to get
poem by Pada Kambanji
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The Ballad of the Carpet Bag
Ho! Darkies, don't you hear dose voters cryin'
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must get to de Poll, you must get there flyin';
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must travel by de road, you must travel by de train,
And the things what you've done you will have to explain,
And the things what you've promised, you must promise 'em again.
Pack dat carpet bag!
Hear dem voters callin!
Pack de clean boiled rag.
For there's grass in the west, and the rain am fallin'.
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must pack up a volume of Coghlan's Figures,
Pack dat carpet bag!
And a lot o' little jokes to amuse those niggers.
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must wheedle all de gals with a twinkle of your eye,
You must bob down your head when de eggs begin to fly.
Oh! those eggs what they're saving, and they'll throw 'em by and by.
Pack dat carpet bag!
Hear dem voters callin'!
Pack de clean boiled rag.
For there's grass in the west, and the rain am fallin'.
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must get upon a stump, you must practise speakin',
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must follow Georgie Reid or Alfred Deakin.
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must come to de scratch, or you're bound to fail,
For it ain't any time to be sittin' on de rail,
Or de votes that you'll get -- they won't keep you out o' jail.
Pack dat carpet bag!
Hear dem voters callin'!
Pack de clean boiled rag.
For there's grass in the west, and the rain am fallin'.
Pack dat carpet bag!
And supposin' that you're beat, and you feel like cryin',
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must hustle back to work -- just to keep from dyin'.
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must travel second-class when you travel by de train,
For you haven't got a pass on de end of your chain,
While the other fellow's packing for de great campaign.
Pack dat carpet bag!
Hear dem voters callin'!
Pack de clean boiled rag.
For there's grass in the west, and the rain am fallin'.
Pack dat carpet bag!
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Dress of Snow
“Dress of snow”
In a snow covered coffin
Her remains were laid to rest
Her god created a snow blanket
For one of his best
She lived a life so pure
Always thinking of others
Now a carpet of snow lay
For the mother of mothers
Not walking on a carpet of red
Her carpet was just right for her
A carpet of pure driven snow
Just as pure as her
MICMAC
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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The Roads Have No Ends
we shall take the road
to San Jose
we only stop there
soon we shall start
our journey again
to a road that has no end
everything we are
are circles
the road the mind
the soul
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The light and dark
when all is dark
and all is scared
a light will brightly glare
for those who seek
it they will find
an end a light
to put a peace at mind
but those who stray from
the path will see
but darknrss without a hope
for all who live and die
you have but two things to find
may it be dark or may it be light
pick whichever sets your mind right
but beware of the dark
it may start out as fun and joy
but end without a joy insite
now pick your side
and pick it well
you can rise or you can fail
poem by Gabs Yordan
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Motionless
Work
Work
That's what I need to do
Work
Work
I feel so lazy
Working machine
Working machine
That's what I need to be
I need to make my grades go sky high
Make the entire house gleam
Make the best meal ever
Work
Work
Why don't I start
I should just work
All the time
Push everything else away
Instead I sit here
Staring at the T.V.
Staring at a book
Staring at my family
Staring at a magazine
Nanny's making supper
I really should go help
I should take over
And while I'm at it
I should study for my test
And dust, too
But instead I sit
And sit
And sit
And sit
And sit
Just staring,
Watching my life pass me by
poem by Candace Johnson
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