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Time

I saw Time in his workshop carving faces;
Scattered around his tools lay, blunting griefs,
Sharp cares that cut out deeply in reliefs
Of light and shade; sorrows that smooth the traces
Of what were smiles. Nor yet without fresh graces
His handiwork, for ofttimes rough were ground
And polished, oft the pinched made smooth and round;
The calm look, too, the impetuous fire replaces.
Long time I stood and watched; with hideous grin
He took each heedless face between his knees,
And graved and scarred and bleached with boiling tears.
I wondering turned to go, when, lo! my skin
Feels crumpled, and in glass my own face sees
Itself all changed, scarred, careworn, white with years.

poem by Frederick George Scott
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Scarred for life

Scarred for life, no one would know
Broken inside, her self esteem so low
Scarred for life, inside & out
No one hears, her silence so loud

Scarred for life, blade against her skin
Pain feels so good, just another sin
Scarred for life, covered bruises
Fight after fight, her dad never loses

Scarred for life, so torn up inside
All these lies, too many tears she cried
Scarred for life, these will never heal
Knife in her back, pain is all she feels

Scarred for life, will this feeling ever fade
No friends left, only a blade
Scarred for life, she has to stay strong
Music's all she has, this story is her song.

poem by Scout Kerr
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Shooting Star

Shooting stars, they blazed in the night sky,
As on the beach, didst two lovers stare into the sky.
She the princess and he her handsome prince
As they shared a soft moonlit kiss
Princess, beauty rare. To her prince without a flaw
Wanting nothing at all.
Whispers he, 'I love you always.'
So they live, happily ever always.

Alas, such a fairytale ending will never be.
For a small fire would change the princess you see.
No longer the soft flower of the meadow, in full bloom-
Now she was scarred and burnt - willing for death to take her soon.
She last remembered him, as they whisked her to the ER
His horrified face turning away as she was dragged from the car.
Weeks passed, she refused to see him, till finally he no longer called.
She no longer wanted to see the mirror, she was a flower that withered and wilted.
She ignored his messages, she didn't want to hear, his voice again,
To tell her that he could no longer see her like this again.

Now she stood trembling in a soft summer wind
Teetering on the edge of an endless abyss.
Staring out over a beach where so long ago,
Someone whispered to her, I love you, I really do.
But it was over now. Her beauty scarred beyond repair.
Some things you don't dream of, you wouldn't dare.
Her cold tears froze her face, carving down the scars that remained,
Wondering if she would ever live and breathe again.
An endless abyss, stretching in front of her, she felt herself falling towards the ground
When someone caught her arm and turned her round.

Her dashing prince was standing there. She looked away in shame.
He whispered her name as the heavens cried drops of rain.
Why didn't you answer? he asked, holding her tight.
Do you know that you've been on my mind every night?
He ran his hand through her hair, touched her face,
She felt her tears subside as he laid her fears to rest.
I'll always love you, he whispers in her ear.
And I'll love you forever still, as long as I am here.
I don't care what you think, he turned her face to the light,
I'm always going to be here for you, even in the darkest night.
No matter what happens, the damage and the scars,
I love you for who you are.
And as the shooting stars shot unseen across a stormy summer sky
He laid to rest her doubts and fears as he looked into her eyes

poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Gone Too Far

Kelly stands by the water
With a gun in her hand
She won't believe in the future
In a world made by man
There's nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
With so much to say and no time
Have we gone too far?
In a world so scarred
Have we gone too far?
Dream away
Joseph stands in the desert
With a gun in his hand
Brother still killing brother
Cold within this eastern land
There's nowhere to run
There's nowhere to hide
With so much to do and no time
Have we gone too far?
In a world so scarred
Have we gone too far?
Dream away
Gone too far
In a world so scarred
Have we gone too far?
Dream away
There must be some other way
A hundred years from green to grey
Close my eyes I'm safe today
Blindly fade away
Gone too far
In a world so scarred
Have we gone too far?
Dream away
Dream away

song performed by by Asia
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Kiss Me Red

I could paint your picture in the sky tonight
Your lipstick on the moon it shines so bright
Baby its full and white
Honey its full tonight
(chorus 1)
So kiss me red
Kiss me rogue
Kiss me rough
Kiss me smooth
Oh..
I could paint your picture in my room tonight
Your bodys on my mind its clear and bright
Oh but youre far away
And what I wouldnt pay
(chorus 2)
To kiss you red
Kiss you rogue
Kiss you rough
Kiss you smooth
Oh..
Its black out
And Im alone in the dark
But light a candle to replace your heart
What I wouldnt give to have you here in my bed
So kiss me red
Kiss me rogue
Kiss me rough
Kiss me smooth
Oh..
To kiss you red
Kiss you rogue
Kiss you rough
Kiss you smooth
Oh..
So kiss me red
Kiss me rogue
Kiss me rough
Kiss me smooth
Oh..
To kiss you red
Kiss you rogue
Kiss you rough
Kiss you smooth
Oh..
So kiss me red
Kiss me rogue
Kiss me rough
Kiss me smooth
Oh..

song performed by by Cheap Trick
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My Life Portrays An Ocean

My life portrays an ocean
So powerful, so strong
Breaking the sharp cliffs into rocks
As I go on

I am smooth yet I am gentle
Flowing with a smooth pace
Cutting off the sharp rocks
Into smooth round face

Ocean is a reassuring friend
And an unbeatable foe
So gentle, it tickles
So strong it breaks through

My life portrays an ocean
So powerful, so strong
Changing the face of world
As I go on.

poem by Myra Ahmad
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A Handsome Man

i am a handsome face
long black hair
aquiline nose
slim body
kissable lips
sharp eyes
white teeth
smooth brown skin
lean and muscular body

i promise you nothing
i have no time
and i do not know what
love is
i am the vagabond of
this earth
a wanderer of its bosom
no one owns me
and i own no one.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Scared

Im scared, Im scared, Im scared
Im scared, so scared
Im scared, Im scared, Im scared
As the years roll away
And the price that I paid
And the straws slips away
You dont have to suffer
It is what it is
No bell book or candle
Can get you out of this, oh no!
Im scarred, Im scarred, Im scarred
Im scarred, uh huh
Im scarred, Im scarred, Im scarred
Every day of my life
I just manage to survive
I just wanna stay alive
You dont have to worry
In heaven or hell
Just dance to the music
You do it so well, well, well!
Hatred and jealousy, gonna be the death of me
I guess I knew it right from the start
Sing out about love and peace
Dont wanna see the red raw meat
The green eyed goddamn straight from your heart
Im tired, Im tired, Im tired
Of being so alone
No place to call my own
Like a rollin stone

song performed by by Lennon John
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Scared

-sneaky!
Im scared, Im scared, Im scared,
Im scared, so scared.
Im scared, Im scared, Im scared,
As the years roll away,
And the price that I paid
And the straws slip away.
You dont have to suffer,
It is what it is.
No bell book or candle
Can get you out of this, oh no!
Im scarred, Im scarred, Im scarred,
Im scarred, oh no.
Im scarred, Im scarred, Im scarred,
Evry day of my life,
I just manage to survive,
I just wanna stay alive.
You dont have to worry
In heaven or hell.
Just dance to the music,
You do it so well, well, well!
Hatred and jealousy, gonna be the death of me,
I guess I knew it right from the start.
Sing out about love and peace,
Dont wanna see the red raw meat,
The green eyed goddamn straight from your heart.
Im tired, Im tired, Im tired
Of being so alone.
No place to call my home,
Like a rolling stone.
Stand even!
Wow!
Hey, yeah!

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Scared

-sneaky!
Im scared, Im scared, Im scared,
Im scared, so scared.
Im scared, Im scared, Im scared,
As the years roll away,
And the price that I paid
And the straws slip away.
You dont have to suffer,
It is what it is.
No bell book or candle
Can get you out of this, oh no!
Im scarred, Im scarred, Im scarred,
Im scarred, oh no.
Im scarred, Im scarred, Im scarred,
Evry day of my life,
I just manage to survive,
I just wanna stay alive.
You dont have to worry
In heaven or hell.
Just dance to the music,
You do it so well, well, well!
Hatred and jealousy, gonna be the death of me,
I guess I knew it right from the start.
Sing out about love and peace,
Dont wanna see the red raw meat,
The green eyed goddamn straight from your heart.
Im tired, Im tired, Im tired
Of being so alone.
No place to call my home,
Like a rolling stone.
Stand even!
Wow!
Hey, yeah!

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Kathleen

'Going out there is no other
coming back there is no trace'.
Love and care for one another,
Smooth the sadness from her face.

Like Orestes how she travels!
Light-foot ever, onward roams;
as the skein of life unravels,
everywhere she makes her homes.

Loves she keeps in golden cages,
(LOVE she smiles at from afar) ,
turns (with smiles) her golden pages
(climbs her grass blade to her star) .

Still the sadness does not leave her
though she smiles and smiles again
and her gladness like a fever
is shadowed round with wisps of pain.

'Going out there is no other
coming back there is no trace.'
(Love and care for one another;
smooth the sadness from her face.)

Like Eurydice she lingers
where Pluto reigns as King of Shades
while Orpheus touches gentle fingers
and her sunshine slowly fades.

poem by Brian Taylor
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They also loved

‘We only love if we have first been loved.’

Aye, there’s the rub.

The teenager, her room walled round
with rock and pop stars who, it seems,
all smile their open, deep-eyed smiles
just for her… twists, red-eyed, on the bed,
hammers the pillow with clenched fists…

the boy she loved has dumped her;
she gave him all her love, and now
he’s taken it, so she’s got no love left,
not now, not forever, in her life..

Here in the tidy convent, where
everything seems polished, even the faces,
the nun kneels. Her veil hides her face; is she young or old?
She is very still. We may not know her thoughts.

Not far away, the monk is praying too; kneeling,
he’s restive; from time to time, raises his head,
looks to the crucifix. We may not know his thoughts.

Here’s Saint Augustine. When he was young
he was the member of a gang; did all the things
that young men spur each other on to do;
knew hot lust and passion to surge up, and fade;
then took a longtime mistress; loved her, and desired.

So when he says, we only love
if we have first been loved,
his words sound many things to us:
he’s tearaway, lover, man, and monk,
teacher, perhaps; and saint.

Here in a cell in Patmos, is Saint John:
sees all things as clearly as the Grecian landscape,
the sea, the sky, blue; the tiny boats down there,
white sails matching white summer clouds:
takes his pen, writes daringly: ‘God is Love’… the heavens
do not fall in upon him; only cicadas and wild herbs
sing in the silence: he sees Creation in its perfect order,
Man made by God, and in His image; so, adds,
with the certainty of which the stars and sun are made,
‘ We love Him, because He first loved us.’

The teenager, given time, will dry her tears;
time brings tears, and time wipes them away;
given time, she’ll give her love again.
What love is, is for each to say.

‘We only love, if we have first been loved.’

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Apple Scruffs

Now Ive watched you sitting there
Seen the passers-by all stare
Like you have no place to go
But theres so much they dont know about apple scruffs
Youve been stood around for years
Seen my smiles and touched my tears
How its been a long, long time
And how youve been on my mind, my apple scruffs
Apple scruffs, apple scruffs
How I love you, how I love you
In the fog and in the rain
Through the pleasures and the pain
On the step outside you stand
With your flowers in your hand, my apple scruffs
While the years they come and go
Now, your love must surely show me
That beyond all time and space
Were together face to face, my apple scruffs
Apple scruffs, apple scruffs
How I love you, how I love you

song performed by by George Harrison
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Am I Evil (intro)

My mother was a witch, she was burned alive.
Thankless little bitch, for the tears I cried.
Take her down now, don't want to see her face
All blistered and burnt, can't hide my disgrace.
Twenty-seven, everyone was nice.
Gotta see 'em make 'em pay the price.
See their bodies out on the ice.
Take my time.
Am I evil? Yes I am.
Am I evil? I am man, yes I am.
As I watched my mother die, I lost my head.
Revenge now I sought, to break with my bread.
Taking no chances, you come with me.
I'll split you to the bone, help set you free.
Twenty-seven, everyone was nice.
Gotta see 'em make 'em pay the price.
See their bodies out on the ice.
Take my time.
Am I evil? Yes I am.
Am I evil? I am man, yes I am.
On with the action now, I'll strip your pride.
I'll spread your blood around, I'll see you ride.
Your face is scarred with steel, wounds deep and neat.
Like a double dozen before ya, smells so sweet.
Am I evil? Yes I am.
Am I evil? I am man.
I'll make my residence, I'll watch your fire.
You can come with me, sweet desire.
My face is long forgot, my face not my own.
Sweet and timely whore, take me home.
Am I evil? Yes I am.
Am I evil? I am man.
My soul is longing for, await my heir.
Sent to avenge my mother, sweep myself.
My face is long forgot, my face not my own.
Sweet and timely whore, take me home.
Am I evil? Yes I am.
Am I evil? I am man.
Am I evil? Yes I fuc*ing am.
Am I evil? I am man, yeah

song performed by by Metallica
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Reunion

After several summers, we met again
In the still slumbering morning light
Looking at each other in dazed silence
With the delectable kick of an evanescent dream.

The vile tricks Time had wrought
Did change both you and me
In the place of dimpled ruddy cheeks
Dreamy eyes and soft creamy skin
I saw crumpled, saggy face
Lustreless eyes and wrinkled skin.

Much has slipped between the seams!

How I watched you struggle hard
To hide the shock far too obvious
When your eyes had hooked on me
Altered beyond your wild surmise
Gazing at each other, dumb we stood
Two travellers at a wayside inn
To part after a brief respite
With the past trampled under our feet
The present sneering at our face
And the future hovering above our heads.

At what infinitesimal time
Has this wonder transpired?

The creases, suddenly ironed out
The wrinkles all smoothed down
Brilliance shot back to hazy eyes
The plump, rotund body
Into sleek hour glass figure turned
Hot blood rushed through the veins
And a new energy throbbed the muscles
Once again our nimble limbs
Danced in tune to the fast beats
Once more we were made
Those agile girls of fickle teens
Who hid a thousand rosy dreams
In the ivory caskets of their minds
And flew on wings of easeful abandon,
To far fairylands and gardens green.

poem by Valsa George
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A New Day

Come quick. Give me your hand.
Let us go walking on the white sand.
We must go early before the sun's high
for then comes the time when our feet will fry.

We can find shells and smooth sea-glass
after the waves wash up, then pass.
All of our cares we will leave behind,
nothing but sand and sun on our mind.

And if we are quick there just may be
dolphins swimming in the open sea.
If we don't dawdle we'll wet our toes
to enjoy the day as the sun glows.

The sparkle of sand like crystals aglow
makes your heart quicken and then you'll know
that all of your cares have faded away
'cause you took my hand to face the new day.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Threshold Stone

WHEN I went to live in the little house,
That stands on the hilltop alone,
What touched me most of all
Was neither roof nor wall,
But the smooth, worn face of its old threshold stone.
For when I entered that little house,
With its four rooms cool in the heat,
And its windows clean and bright,
There it lay, new-washed and white,
With its tale of the coming and the going of feet.
Then I lost count of time in that little house,
And the world and its things all about,
And I hearkened there, alone,
To the footfalls on that stone,
Of the young coming in and the old going out.
And the folk that had dwelt in that little house,
They were mute, spectre-mute, at my side —
The young man, strong and bold,
And the grey man, wise and old,
And the little, pinched woman and the new-made bride.
Oh, often in haste to that little house
Came love in the night-time alone,
And dallied there a while,
With a little, wistful smile,
And with feather-weight feet on the old threshold stone.
And men hurried home to that little house
When the round of the daytime was o'er
With its worry, heat and noise,
And kissed their girls and boys,
And the patient little mothers that waited at the door.
Though I dwell now no more in that little house
That stands on the hilltop alone,
Yet this I got from it —
This human story writ
On the smooth, worn face of its old threshold stone.
Though they take stone from stone in that little house,
Making litter of all it has been.
Yet they shall not destroy
All the grief, all the joy,
All the youth, all the love that its threshold has seen.

poem by Roderic Quinn
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Newness

Look at you, more beautiful than ever
[Verse 1]
Did I stay away too long
Have we grown apart
Are we still cool?
Crazy ideas Ive been thinking every minute
Cause I miss you
Now you look more beautiful
Than the day I first met you
Yes, true love keeps growing up
But it always grows younger
[Chorus]
I see your face and everything is new again
Love till the end
Starts over again
Just like the first time
Feels like the first time
Every time
My heart knew Id go back to the beginning but
remembering when we traded our first kisses
That loving feeling hasnt changed
The newness stays the same
Just like the first time
[Verse 2]
I see your face in the Vibe is sexy
Come take a picture with paparazzi
And Ill be feeling on your hips all over again and again
And if you ask Ima take it to the kitchen on the sink and strip
Keep ya feeling like you loving the relationship
And I think Ima love you till the end starts up again
Even best friends
But then thats how its always been
Like a classic chardonnay
Your so sweet and so smooth girl
I appreciate you babe
Cause when we get together
It gets better and better
(Chorus)
[Bridge]
From the moment I fell in love with you
You stirred a feeling like I never knew
How could it be my dreams could come all true?
Still fresh every time
Every ? a new
(Chorus)

song performed by by New Edition
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My Mind Is On You

(dave loggins, don schlitz)
We had a fight
A lovers quarrel
Angry words spoken in haste
Deep in the night
It went out of control
And with tears streaming down my face
I slammed the door and I walked out
Swearing that we were through
Now Im sitting in a bar
Thinking Ive gone too far
Wondering what Im gonna do
Thinking about calling you
Chorus:
To my left blue collar
To my right a high dollar man
Across the bar a smooth bartender
Who thinks Im in the palm of his hand
Well they buy me drinks
Light my cigarette
Theyre all wondering which one Im gonna choose
Oh my hands on my glass
My second margarita
And my mind is on you
My mind is on you
Well I ran away
In a moment of weakness
I couldnt hold my own
I should stay
Because being together
Means more than who was right or wrong
And sitting in a room full of lonely faces
Youre the only one I see
If you only knew
I was thinking of you
Would you come and rescue me
Maybe I should call and see
Repeat chorus
(my third margarita)
I should of known I could never get along
Outside of your love
Its last call
And Im out of cigarettes
They are all wondering what Im gonna do
Oh my hands on the glass
Its my last margarita
And my mind is on you
My mind is on you
My mind is on you

song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Path Of Mirrors

They walk so close to you, yet so far away
Their eyes are lost, their faces fixed like stone
They walk behind the mirrors and here they shall stay
You walk with other souls liveng, breathing, yet for them they are alone

You walk through the hall way down the path of glass
You watch as they walk on into eternity, into the dark
They walk there behind the glass,
People around you going through leaving their mark.

They walk past your reflection as if you never saw
They walk through time as if time weren’t there
They know you would never aproach them
They know you would never dare.

They walk through the glass and look straight ahead,
They know nothing lies ahead, yet they know they can not turn back,
So they walk into nothing instead,
Passing you so all you see is their back.

You pause infront of the glass looking looking past,
You know that you shall not join them you know it is not your fate
You think about the footsteps you take, wondering which shall be your last,
You walk on again only thinking of their fate

Their faces emotionless the souls so cold,
You think of how you own skin feels, so warm,
You watch as the move like action figures made from a mold,
All the same, all waiting out the storm

The storm of life, the storm of death,
You walk along side them as they walk past everyone,
They watch ahead never turning, never looking above,
They turn to noone.

You walk along beside them as they take no notice to lifes dance,
They only walk past, walk through the mirrors of fate,
Kepping one great stance,
You watch people finding their fate.

Their faces so still, alone in the world, without hope
You watch them walk on, you watch them pass
You see their unmoving faces, as they walk up the endless slope
They walk along, behind the glass.

You turn to watch as their souls move on,
You reach out your hand to touch the glass,
Only to feel the glass is gone,
You watch as your hand passes through the glass.

As you hand melts through one by one the spirits turn,
One takes your hand and pulls your arm through,
More spirits feel your presence and more turn,
They watch as you melt through.

You watch your world leave as you leave it,
You have found you fate and not you are here along with them,
They walk on as you pull your body through, leaving behind the sweater of life you knit,
You have come and joined them.

You look back at the mirror to look at your face,
And you see your eyes becoming lost,
As you enter their race,
The race that shall never end, the race through eternity, for now you are lost

You skin feels so cold you face feels so hard,
You walk with them, as one
As you emotions turn hard,
In true time you are done.

You walk with them, walk alone
They walk so close to you, yet so far away
As everything becomes an endless drone,
For now you are here to stay.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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The General Public

"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning.
"Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then,"
The old man said. A dry smile creased his face
With many wrinkles. "That's a great poem, now!
That one of Browning's! Shelley? Shelley plain?
The time that I remember best is this --

A thin mire crept along the rutted ways,
And all the trees were harried by cold rain
That drove a moment fiercely and then ceased,
Falling so slow it hung like a grey mist
Over the school. The walks were like blurred glass.
The buildings reeked with vapor, black and harsh
Against the deepening darkness of the sky;
And each lamp was a hazy yellow moon,
Filling the space about with golden motes,
And making all things larger than they were.
One yellow halo hung above a door,
That gave on a black passage. Round about
Struggled a howling crowd of boys, pell-mell,
Pushing and jostling like a stormy sea,
With shouting faces, turned a pasty white
By the strange light, for foam. They all had clods,
Or slimy balls of mud. A few gripped stones.
And there, his back against the battered door,
His pile of books scattered about his feet,
Stood Shelley while two others held him fast,
And the clods beat upon him. `Shelley! Shelley!'
The high shouts rang through all the corridors,
`Shelley! Mad Shelley! Come along and help!'
And all the crowd dug madly at the earth,
Scratching and clawing at the streaming mud,
And fouled each other and themselves. And still
Shelley stood up. His eyes were like a flame
Set in some white, still room; for all his face
Was white, a whiteness like no human color,
But white and dreadful as consuming fire.
His hands shook now and then, like slender cords
Which bear too heavy weights. He did not speak.
So I saw Shelley plain."
"And you?" I said.

"I? I threw straighter than the most of them,
And had firm clods. I hit him -- well, at least
Thrice in the face. He made good sport that night."

poem by Stephen Vincent Benet
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