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Waiting For Her Knock

He leaned across and pulled the window closed,
What future would he have now, he supposed
If what he so desired could all come true,
He would no longer be downcast and blue,
But she was not even near, nowhere in sight,
The thought that she, with luck, perhaps just might
Keep to her word, had now become remote.
A tight restriction welled up in his throat.
She'd said she would arrive at two o'clock,
How nerve wracking this waiting for her knock,
But looking at the time, it now was five,
No good to still keep faith and hope alive.
It was obvious, she didn't want to know,
To his heart and pride, it was a vicious blow.
A tap upon the door, could that be her,
His whole dispirited being began to stir,
'Do you want to buy my pegs', the Gypsy said,
But he had fled!

poem by Ernestine Northover
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Never Again

NEVER AGAIN (WILL I KNOCK ON YOUR DOOR)
WRITER HANK WILLIAMS
(D) (Oh you) know that I've come back and we've tried it (A7) o'er, (But) each time my dear it was worse than be- (D) fore, Now my heart is (G) broke it's sad and it's (D) sore, (So) (A7) never again will I knock on your (D) door. (Oh you) know that I love you no other will do, Please tell me darlin' why can't you be true, But now you are gone it's over and so, Never again will I knock on your door. Someday you'll be so lonely and blue, Then you will know just how much I love you, But now you are gone it's over and so, Never again will I knock on your door. Many a night I've cried over you, Hoping and prayin' some day you'd be true, But now you are gone it's over I know, (So) never again will I knock on your door. Repeat verse two:

song performed by by Hank Williams
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Knock On Any Door

Knock on any door
Look through any window
Baby knock on any door
Knock on any door
Is there any place you want to go
Baby who you lookin for
Yeah, yeah, baby now you know
Its a cold world like they told you so
Knock on any door
Save your tears for some occasion
Keep your heartache to yourself
Knock on any door
Its a simple operation
Just trade your memory for your health
Knock on any door
Look through any window
Walk on
Knock on any door
Look through any window
Walk on
Its insane girl, you cant run away
Its the same world it was yesterday
Knock on any door
Look through any window
Walk on
Knock on any door
Look through any window
Walk on
Now, now, now how do you survive
With a pain so real, in a world so jive
Knock on any door
Look through any window
Peek through any shade
Knock on any door
Look through any window
Walk on

song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Didn't I

I gave my heart and soul to you, girl
(Now didn't I do it, baby, didn't I do it, baby?)
Gave you the love you never knew, girl, oh
(Didn't I do it baby, didn't I do it baby?)
I've cried so many times and that's no lie
It seems to make you laugh each time I cry
Chorus:
Didn't I blow your mind this time
Didn't I
Didn't I blow your mind this time
Didn't I, this time?
I thought that heart of yours was true, girl
(Now, didn't I think it, baby, didn't I think it, baby?)
But this time I'm really leaving you girl, oh
(Hope you know it, baby, hope you know it, baby)
Ten times or more, yes, I walked out that door
Get this into your head, there'll be no more
Chorus
(Didn't I do it baby, didn't I do it baby?)
(Didn't I do it baby, didn't I do it baby?)
Ten times or more, yes, I walked out that door
Get this into your head, there'll be no more
Chorus Ad lib
Spoken:
Girl, can we talk for a second?
(Baby can we talk)
I know it's been a long time
Since someone blew your mind, like I did
(Ooh, baby)
But there'll be other times
(Didn't I blow your mind it happens all the time)
For me and you
(All the time)(Ooh, baby)
And I can see the tears fallin' from your eyes
(I can see the tears falling from your eyes)
Tell me girl did I blow your mind?
Chorus and fade

song performed by by New Kids On The Block
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The thing that stands there

is the window
and there's a man on it
he's waiting for the man
with the panes made of sight
on the window of the heart
in the house of pain
his threshold is spelled
the spell out of the hints
the corner loneliness
unwipeable trace
to settle in a word
chiseled in a clock
a second counted down
on the wall that beats
where to come in with a whisper
can only be done by a step
clear of any thought
bursting in the word

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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What is Hope?

Never was a larger word
than Hope;
all dreams reside there;

In the Future,
resides our desires laid bare;
our Now wants to go there
our Past wants to be washed away
or celebrate there-
inside Hope's Cathedral.

Hope is the Promised Land.
both Means
and Destination.

But, what good does Hope do
if it goes away
after
what we hope for comes true?

Is there not another dream then
that Hope must then fulfill?

But, here we ask
what then is Hope itself?

Is it my Expectation Confident
that what I want
will come true?

Is it merely that Leap of Faith
that all that currently ails
will dissipate
in my hoped-for future state?

If all is risked on this single word
then we must know exactly
what it is;
for me
what is Hope's meaning for me?

Well the Expectation idea
that Hope is the confidence that
want I want will come true
is too much for me.
I don't have that kind of confidence
do you?

Nothing for me is ever for sure
not even Hope
itself
because, as we all know, Hope can
give way to Black Despair where
by definition Hope has gone
and fled.

Since no one can read our future states
we bob and weave between
hoping for hope
but fearing despair.

I rather like the Leap of Faith Idea
where we all make
the assumption that actions now,
will in future state,
pay off
and Hope will fulfill the expectations
we have placed there.

But note,
it is all too true that Hope
then is fully based
on Leaps of Faith
and then we ask
faith in what?

If all of Human-Kinds Hopes
distill from Human-Kinds Dreams
then upon what faith did cavemen
dream of a better world?

Upon a pagan God,
restless shadows on the cave wall,
incantations said and made?

But the pointed point here is
that our ancestors did have
blind faith in something which
caused them to feel that dreams
they dreamed
had some Hope of becoming Real
and that Hope
had to involve for them an enormous leap
beyond what they could see
in their lives then.

So Leaping then is what we do
even where there is no evidence
in reality that our dreams
however fervently held
will ever actually come true.

So Hope we see
is bound up with
Mystery
and Leapings
into Voids
with nothing more
than the belief
that in dreaming
it
we can make it come true-
be brought into reality.

Rather like writing a poem.

Humm, the moral here:
Nothing can be done
unless one
has the dream
and Hope
to make it so
and by hoping bring it
into reality.

This seems to be
the true History
of Human-Kind
at its best
and
at its
worse.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Where Would I Be Now

By tony joe white and michael mcdonald
Something deep inside, keeps me hangin on
Dont believe Ive ever seen a night so long
Guess I tried to fly high above the clouds
But I landed here in the mornin rain at your door
And I know I let you down again
But right now you know I need a friend
I dont know why
I guess I just lose my way
And your eyes dont believe a word I say
I cant imagine without your love
Where would I be now
Did you ever know
I always looked up to you
And after all this time it remains true
Theres no compromise
No turning back for me
But through the vail of my pride
Sometimes its hard to see
And I know your love is all I need
So when I fall dont stop believing in me
cause your love is whats helpin me survive
Your faith in me is what keeps my hope alive
And without your love
Where would I be now
Well I know your love is worth fightin for
And if it takes forever I will wait at your door
cause your love is whats helpin me survive
Your faith in me is what keeps my hope alive
And without your love
Where would I be now

song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Strange Kind Of Love

I once thought I had the love of God in my heart;
a feeling of oneness in which everyone is a part.
But as time went by and the days passed
that feeling of oneness did not really last.

I would search inside my heart to try and find
the love of God I thought had been left behind.
But as I looked eagerly there like a bloodhound
what I seemed to come across was less profound.

Then in the darkness of my mind I began to see a light;
It was coming and going, unsteady, to my inner sight.
The longer that I looked at it in wonder each day,
it seemed to speak to me without any words to say.

I would often marvel in awe how this could be
a spark of faith and hope from deep inside me.
So each day I would praise God in my heart with love
dedicating all action, words and thought to Him above.

The Love of God returned it seemed in some way
as a feeling of oneness swelled in my heart to play.
Life seemed sweet, almost as if too good to be true
and many things that were old appeared to be new.

I began also to know things which before went over my head
and to fathom the mysteries of what in books had been read.
It was in daily life experiences though that the truth shined through
as my mind was refined to witness what the Others taught and knew.

I would grasp and revel in subtle things which were lofty and divine
and then go about each day as if I was drunk on some kind of wine.
Everything all around seemed to be holy and possessed a hidden light,
encompassing all creatures and objects, that was revealed to my sight.

poem by George Krokos
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Never saw it coming

so i thought me and you had something special and real
I was so happy with you and loved how you made me feel
when we texted or imed each other my heart jumped and my face grew a smile
when we flirted i felt erotic dangerous and wild
I talked to you when i had a bad day or was in tears
You helped me to laugh and forget my fears
I thought of you throughout the day and reminisced
but i never thought it would come to this
I thought you were different and thought you'd stay that way
but then you told me you found someone and i cried all night and day
you hurt me and i didn't think it was possible
You had made me feel alive and unstoppable
But then you froze me in my tracks
Causing me inside to collapse
you seem to have forgotten about me
and for that reason i am no longer happy
You showed me that love for me does not exist
You showed me true fakeness
You pulled me in and told me sweet nothings so i would stay
Then when i got close enough you instantly threw me away
i know i will move on and find someone new
but i know i'll never forget you
I thought we could eventually would be together and brighten eachothers lives
Now when i think of you my heart feels like its being punctured by a thousand knives
I hope you are happy and find your someone
I hope that in life you go on
You hurt me but i still wish you happiness in life
for at a point in time you made me feel happy to be alive

poem by Jean Pullman
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Chesay

(words & music by karger - weisman - wayne)
Whats in the drink, chase the devil away
Magic I think so I just say chesay
Chesay, chesay bring you good luck night and day
Chesay, chesay thats the gypsy way
Trouble is my middle name, though its such a crying shame
Try and try theres nothing I can do
But Im feeling kinda strange, feel like things are going to change
Time my lucky star was shining through
Chesay, chesay bring you good luck night and day
Chesay, chesay thats the gypsy way
Drink a cup of gypsy love just tip it up and then you just say chesay
Swallow once then swallow twice, goes down so nice just say chesay. hey!
Whats in the drink, chase the devil away
Magic I think so I just say chesay
Chesay, chesay bring you good luck night and day
Chesay, chesay thats the gypsy way
Chesay, chesay brings you good luck night and day
Chesay, chesay thats the gypsy way
Chesay, chesay brings you good luck night and day
Chesay, chesay thats the gypsy way
Chesay

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Who Was This Man?

01/05/11

They didn’t know where he came from
No information could be found.
He just arrived - in the poor part of town.
They said he would appear when someone
Needed a hand, it was something
they could not understand.

Now! People’s faith was failing and
Everything seemed to be going wrong
But he would lift them up and
Encouraged them to be strong.
He was a bit different from
the others in the town.
Always with a hood, and had it pulled down.

The church was losing parishioners
And they had for quite some time.
Their faith was strong, but their minds were blind.
They needed something to touch the heart of man
Something that- could give a helping hand.

As the clergy thought about how
and what they could do.
This hooded man was looking for something too.

There was a family of eight who was
Being given a dispossess, he had to help them out
He knew he could not rest.

Parents with six children and not a bite to eat
To them a bag of potato chips, was really quite a treat.
He printed up circulars telling of their plight.
Asking the community to stand up and fight.
He created a meeting at the neighborhood church
He knew that it would get better
For it could not get much worse.

The church had not known of this meeting
When the people started to arrive.
This was the first time that people had to wait in line.

The preacher asked a parishioner:
What is this all about?
She then showed him the circular of this family s plight.
He then had a strange feeling, and his heart jumped with delight.

His prayers were being answered in a strange and blessed way.
He fell to his knees and he began to pray.
The people filled up the donation boxes
Until they overflowed, he had to call for some help
For it was a heavy load.

From the corner of his eye- he saw a figure
Blocking the entrance door,
And with a hood pulled down low.
It was a strange sight- it truly was a show.

He walked down the aisle to the preacher man
Looked up - then shook his hand.
He turned to the congregation and said:

HAVE FAITH IN ALL YOU DO
YOU CALLED OUT MY NAME AND I’VE
COME TO HELP YOU.

He took off his hood and just an aura of light was there
Then he vanished as quick as he appeared.

WHO WAS THIS MAN?

poem by Louis Rams
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Better Luck Next Time

Black is for the nighttime
Preys upon the day
Red is for the blood that flows like rivers in our veins
Gray is for betrayal
What you did to me
White is for the blinding light
That I know Ill never see, know Ill never see
Found you in the gutter
You needed tenderness
I gave you everything I had
I gave you all my trust
Handed out so neatly
Caught me in your trap
When I needed you the most
You stab me in the back, stab me in the back
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time
If you do it once therell never be a second time
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time
Find somebody else, youre never gonna be mine
How do you find the nerve
To lie right to me face
How do you find the nerve
Black is for the nighttime
Preys upon the day
Red is for the blood that flows like rivers in our veins
I try and find excuses
For what you did to me
Cant forget that burning rage
When I wake up thinking of your face
For the blinding swiftness of revenge
That I know Ill never see, know Ill never see
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time
If you do it once therell never be a second time
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time
Find somebody else, youre never gonna be mine
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time (better luck, better luck)
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time (better luck, better luck)
How do you find the nerve
To lie right to me face
How did you find the nerve
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time (better luck, better luck)
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time (better luck, better luck)
Better luck, better luck, better luck next time (better luck, better luck)

song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Closed Door

sometimes we want to enter
a door
a closed door that does not open
no matter how hard we
knock
we try being courteous and gentle
and so patient
eating every waiting time
like we are the most foolish of all fools
knocking a closed door
seducing it more often with our
pleadings
begging and even compromising
for a dance
to convince the owner of the door to
open it
but no one hears, no one cares to listen
to our pleadings,
no one likes the dance of compromises
the door is still closed
and then the last crooked thing happens
we take the axe
and break the door which is closed
forcing it open
only to find that all the people there are dead
there is nothing inside
but mystery and
grief
an unsolved crime, no more
no less.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Call It Evil (demo)

I've been around watching little late shows
Drink a lot of beer
Like playing cards with my friends
Call it evil
Call it pain
It goes knock, knock, knock-knock-knock-knock, on my door
It goes knock, knock, knock-knock-knock-knock, on my door
That rock and rock, yeah, call it evil
That rock and rock, yeah, call it evil
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door, Yeah!
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
Going to get as my babe.
It goes knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
Playing sopwith in the back of my head
What you trying to be crazy?
People look at me, they look at me, but you're dead
Call it evil
Call it pain
It goes knock, knock, knock-knock-knock-knock, on my door
It goes knock, knock, knock-knock-knock-knock, come on
Knock-knock-knock-knock, one more
Knock-knock-knock-knock
That rock and rock, yeah, call it evil
That rock and rock, yeah, call it evil
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Depths Of Faith

Not few receive Salvation’s grace
Not few desire life’s crown
But if we’ll see The Father’s face
Our roots must grow deep down

Until our depths reach depths unknown
And doubt we’ve locked our door
Until true faith is on it’s throne
The dragon’s jaws will roar

True life through hope, can no one win
Or strength of flesh and bone
Nor for the swift who flee from sin
But through true faith alone

When tested faith we see endure
When trust is seen alive
Our hope of life in Christ is sure
And ever more to thrive

Though God’s promise is not received
Unmoved not few have died
In hope to rise through Him believed
To be His faithful bride

Until the point of worldly death
Until the grave’s in view
Until we spend our final breath
Our God will stay us true

Through faith this world one day we’ll leave
Departing from it’s cares
We’ll rise to Him we now believe
And reign with Him as heirs

Though not for thought nor word or deed
Not silver, gold nor jewel
But through our faith in Christ God’s seed
Because we lived His fool

poem by Michael P. Johnson
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When The Lord Closes The Door

(kinky friedman & jeff shelby)
When i find myself alone in my house and in my head
And i blow the candles out and i take myself to bed
And i'm old enough to realize, ah, young enough to know
When the lord closes the door, he opens a little window.
When sleep closes my eyes and sends me searching for you
And i'm feelin' blue as the sky without your love to carry me through
And i'm weak enough to be afraid but strong enough to let it show.
When the lord closes the door, he opens a little window.
Baby i'm a gypsy boy, i'll ride the night until
I come to you like moonlight through your raggle-taggle window sill.
When you find yourself alone in your house and in your head
And you blow the candles out and you take yourself to bed
And you're old enough to realize, ah, young enough to know
When the lord closes the door, he opens a little window.

song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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When The Lord Closes The Door (He Opens A Little Window)

(kinky friedman & jeff shelby)
When I find myself alone in my house and in my head
And I blow the candles out and I take myself to bed
And Im old enough to realize, ah, young enough to know
When the lord closes the door, he opens a little window.
When sleep closes my eyes and sends me searching for you
And Im feelin blue as the sky without your love to carry me through
And Im weak enough to be afraid but strong enough to let it show.
When the lord closes the door, he opens a little window.
Baby Im a gypsy boy, Ill ride the night until
I come to you like moonlight through your raggle-taggle window sill.
When you find yourself alone in your house and in your head
And you blow the candles out and you take yourself to bed
And youre old enough to realize, ah, young enough to know
When the lord closes the door, he opens a little window.

song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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What Is Faith

what is faith when you can not see.,
when the ones around you do not belive.,
when you try an try an still dont achive.,
but can pick your self up an say i still belive.,

when it hurt's an you still dont cry because faith has kept you alive.,
when you seem down an feel no hope its faith thats says lets go.,
when heartbreak comes an you feel the pain an your heart is pulled with an awfull strain it faith that says stay in the gamn.,

FAITH: IN MY OWN WORDS: FAITH IS THE POWER THAT GOD HAS BLESSED US WITH THE POWER TO SAY II BELIVE EVEN WHEN ALL ODDS ARE AGANST YOU AN YOU CAN STILL BELIVE THAT THERES AWAY THATS GODS WORD FROM HIM TO US THAT ITS GOING TO BE OK., FAITH.,

poem by Caleb Mathews
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Don't Pass Me By

I listen for your footsteps
Coming up the drive
Listen for your footsteps
But they don't arrive
Waiting for your knock dear
On my old front door
I don't hear it
Does it mean you don't love me any more.
I hear the clock a'ticking
On the mantel shelf
See the hands a'moving
But i'm by myself
I wonder where you are tonight
And why i'm by myself
I don't see you
Does it mean you don't love me any more.
Don't pass me by don't make me cry don't make me blue
'cause you know darling i love only you
You'll never know it hurt me so
How i hate to see you go
Don't pass me by don't make me cry
I'm sorry that i doubted you
I was so unfair
You were in a car crash
And you lost your hair
You said you would be late
About an hour or two
I said that's alright i'm waiting here
Just waiting to hear from you.

song performed by by Beatles
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Waiting For Him

With a look of hope
On the face
Eyes gleaming
Longing to see her desire
Fulfilled
She sat in the window
Looking at the street
Waiting for him to arrive
Arms of the clock
Kept moving
Her desire
Remained starving
Color of the face
Kept changing
Pink became yellow
In no time
Eyes moved
From street to the clock
Now and then
Afternoon went
And evening arrived
No sign of
Her love to be seen
Eyes became wet
Tears started flowing
One more day
Had left her crying
Waiting for him
Had become
Her only pastime

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Jackie

Jackie lies trapped beneath a heavy man,
who didn’t care, or give a damn.
She’s waiting for the police to arrive
because this man’s no longer alive.

The night began with her friends in town
visiting the pubs and doing the rounds.
With endless laughs they were having a ball,
flirting with guys as last drinks were called.

The girls decided it was time for a meal
and an Indian curry was full of appeal.
Food was hot and they enjoyed what they had,
but Jackie ate too much, and she felt bad.

She went outside to get some air,
a car stopped and the driver spoke to her.
He pulled her in and then sped away
and came to a halt just off the highway.

He parked the car behind some trees
and tried to get her to open her knees.
Jackie screamed to leave her alone,
and begged him to take her home.

He pulled her towards the open door,
but she became stuck between seat and floor.
Dragging her clear he threw her to the sand,
threatening her, with knife in hand.

Fighting and struggling she told him he’d get life,
but as he was unzipping he dropped the knife.
Jackie grabbed the handle and he grabbed the blade.
As he fought for control, her decision was made.

She plunged the knife deep into his chest,
trapping the handle between him and breast.
Unable to push him off, she reaches his phone.
The police are coming, but she’s not alone.

poem by Orlando Belo
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