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auction your ciphers
whether cryptic or plain;
express your disdain,
princes and paupers,
your joys and your pains
upload them web-wide,
your caustic protuberance;
spread digital conflagration
let relentless talons purge
the sting of sulfur on brimstone
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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Of joys and pleasing pains
Of joys and pleasing pains I late went singing,
O joys with pains! O pains with joys consenting!
And little thought as then of now repenting;
But now think of my then sweet bitter stinging,
All day long I my hands, alas! go wringing,
The baleful notes of which, my sad tormenting,
Are ruth and moan, frights, sobs, and loud lamenting,
From hills and dales, in my dull ears still ringing.
poem by John Wilbye
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Joys
There are some joys within this world,
which words can never express.
The miracle of witnessing the birth
of another human being.
The forever love of two in whom
no raging storms can ever part.
The holding in your hands
the carefully crafted book of your own.
These are just some of the joys
that there are no words to fully express.
They are feeling on you can feel
and joys only you know.
poem by David Harris
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Amen
He walked like a prince
though a pauper he was born.
He looked like a prince
on each and every morn.
His eyes, they were dazzling
and shining like a crown.
His friends that were paupers
followed him around.
Worship was given him.
They bowed at his feet.
He told them to rise
and stand up to greet
the sun in the sky
that shone for them as well.
and never to be afraid
for that's a living hell.
He talked like a prince
and his words traveled far.
He spoke of the thing that
we're all made of.
He spoke of the wonders
of the creation of love.
And those that believed
were never the same.
They became princes just like He
and the paupers were filled with serenity.
Some got lost along the way
and forgot about the sun shining every day.
They fell by the wayside
and darkness stepped in,
followed by greed and the treachery of sin.
Still the prince became a KING.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Fiction
she's lost in coma where it's beautiful.
Intoxicated from the deep sleep, deep sleep.
Do you wonder what it's like living in a permanent imagination.
Sleeping to escape reality, but you like it like that.
Guilty by design, she's nothing more than fiction.
She dreams in digital, cause it's better than nothing.
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
She's dreaming in digital, cause it's better than nothing
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
She's dreaming in digital. she dreams in digital.
And your pixel army can't save you now.
My finger is on the kill switch.
I remember i used to compose your dreams, control your dreams.
And don't be afraid to expose yourself before i shut you down.
You made some changes since the virus caught you sleeping.
Guilty by design, she's nothing more than fiction.
She dreams in digital, cause it's better than nothing.
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
She's dreaming in digital, cause it's better than nothing
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
She's dreaming in digital. she dreams in digital.
She's guilty by design. (cause it's better than nothing.)
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
She's dreaming in digital. (she's nothing more than fiction.)
Cause it's better than nothing. now that control is gone.
It seems unreal.
She's dreaming in digital.
song performed by by Orgy
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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XXV
Oh, miracle of love! That death, which seems
So hard a master when he holds his prize,
Whom no cajoleries, nor stratagems
Of beauty's power, nor wisdom's sophistries,
E'er turned aside from his appointed way,
But falcon--like, who with relentless foot
And pinions spread above his captured prey,
Holds his high way in heaven absolute,
Nor heeds our questionings: that this same death
Should have grown soft and yielded to love's tears,
And drawn his talons from their fleshly sheath,
And spared awhile his harvest of the years!
Oh, miracle in sooth renowned above
All other wonders of miraculous love!
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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The Auctioneer
Hey well all right sir, open the gate
Letem out and walkem boys
Here we come with lot number twenty-nine
What are you gonna give for the little fella
Well there was a boy from arkansas who wouldnt listen to his ma
When she told him that he should go to school
Hed sneak away in the afternoon and take a walk and pretty soon
Youd find him at the local auction barn
Hed stand and listen carefully until at last he began to see
How the auctioneer could talk so rapidly
He said oh my, its do or die, Ive got to learn that auction cry
Gonna make my mark and be an auctioneer
Well the time went by and he did his best and all could see he did not jest
He practiced calling bids both night and day
Til his pappy found him behind the barn just working up an awful storm
As he tried to imitate the auctioneer
His pop said son we just cant stand to have a mediocre man
Selling things at auction using our good name
Gonna send you off to auction school and then youll be nobodys fool
And you can take your place among the best
And from that boy that went to school there grew a man who played it cool
He come back home a full fledged auctioneer
And the people would come from miles around
Just to hear him make that rhythmic sound
That filled their hearts with such a happy cheer
And his fame spread out from shore to shore
Hed all that he could do and more
He had to buy a plane to get around
Now hes the best in all the land, lets pause and give that man a hand
For hes the best of all the auctioneers
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Song. Mediocrity in love rejected.
GIVE me more love or more disdain ;
The torrid or the frozen zone
Bring equal ease unto my pain,
The temperate affords me none :
Either extreme of love or hate,
Is sweeter than a calm estate.
Give me a storm ; if it be love,
Like Danaë in that golden shower,
I swim in pleasure ; if it prove
Disdain, that torrent will devour
My vulture-hopes ; and he's possess'd
Of heaven, that's but from hell released.
Then crown my joys or cure my pain :
Give me more love or more disdain.
poem by Thomas Carew
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Song: Mediocrity in Love Rejected
Give me more love, or more disdain;
The torrid or the frozen zone
Bring equal ease unto my pain,
The temperate affords me none;
Either extreme, of love or hate,
Is sweeter than a calm estate.
Give me a storm; if it be love,
Like Danae in that golden shower,
I swim in pleasure; if it prove
Disdain, that torrent will devour
My vulture hopes; and he's possessed
Of heaven, that's but from hell released.
Then crown my joys, or cure my pain;
Give me more love, or more disdain.
poem by Thomas Carew
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Mediocrity in Love Rejected
Give me more love or more disdain;
The torrid, or the frozen zone,
Bring equal ease unto my pain;
The temperate affords me none;
Either extreme, of love, or hate,
Is sweeter than a calm estate.
Give me a storm; if it be love,
Like Danae in that golden show'r
I swim in pleasure; if it prove
Disdain, that torrent will devour
My vulture-hopes; and he's possess'd
Of heaven, that's but from hell releas'd.
Then crown my joys, or cure my pain;
Give me more love, or more disdain.
poem by Thomas Carew
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Vanity Of The Creature Sanctified
Honey though the bee prepares,
An envenomed sting he wears;
Piercing thorns a guard compose
Round the fragrant blooming rose.
Where we think to find a sweet,
Oft a painful sting we meet:
When the rose invites our eye,
We forget the thorn is nigh.
Why are thus our hopes beguiled?
Why are all our pleasures spoiled?
Why do agony and woe
From our choicest comforts grow?
Sin has been the cause of all!
'Twas not thus before the fall:
What but pain, and thorn, and sting,
From the root of sin can spring?
Now with every good we find
Vanity and grief entwined;
What we feel, or what we fear,
All our joys embitter here.
Yet, through the Redeemer's love,
These afflictions blessings prove;
He the wounding stings and thorns,
Into healing med'cines turns.
From the earth our hearts they wean,
Teach us on his arm to lean;
Urge us to a throne of grace,
Make us seek a resting place.
In the mansions of our King
Sweets abound without a sting;
Thornless there the roses blow,
And the joys unmingled flow.
poem by John Newton
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Wings Of Silk
In a flight of silken silence
Wings of velvet stroke
Pinions soft as melted butter
With touch as light as smoke
Huge bright eyes of earthen brown
Ne'er ceasing to peer around
To perceive the vole's
most minute sound
Then… as if a ghostly
Downy dart
Wings of silk
Spread wide apart
A muted squeak
Stop'd short in surprise
And from the snow
Doth feathered phantom rise
Then talons spread
Returns to lurch
Onto it's branch
Upon which to perch
And ‘neath the branch
Said vole will soon to fall
Snug again…wrap't tight within
It's very own fur-ball
poem by David Whalen
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Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Rendezvous on Champs-Elysees
Leave Paris in the morning on T.E.E.
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
In Vienna we sit in a late-night cafe
Straight connection, T.E.E.
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
From station to station
back to Dusseldorf City
Meet Iggy Pop and David Bowie
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
song performed by by Kraftwerk
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Fiction (Dreams In Digital)
Shes lost in coma where its beautiful.
Intoxicated from the deep sleep, deep sleep.
Do you wonder what its like living in a permanent imagination.
Sleeping to escape reality, but you like it like that.
Guilty by design, shes nothing more than fiction.
She dreams in digital, cause its better than nothing.
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
Shes dreaming in digital, cause its better than nothing
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
Shes dreaming in digital. she dreams in digital.
And your pixel army cant save you now.
My finger is on the kill switch.
I remember I used to compose your dreams, control your dreams.
And dont be afraid to expose yourself before I shut you down.
You made some changes since the virus caught you sleeping.
Guilty by design, shes nothing more than fiction.
She dreams in digital, cause its better than nothing.
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
Shes dreaming in digital, cause its better than nothing
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
Shes dreaming in digital. she dreams in digital.
Shes guilty by design. (cause its better than nothing.)
Now that control is gone. it seems unreal.
Shes dreaming in digital. (shes nothing more than fiction.)
Cause its better than nothing. now that control is gone.
It seems unreal.
Shes dreaming in digital.
song performed by by Orgy
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My Little Butterfly
The butterfly in all here bawers
Mingles softly with the flowers
Here gentle wings on high duth break
With summer zephyr's consummate
Cryptic ciphers
On in sky describe
Here path through the heaven's
Where magic thermals reside
Vivid, impressionism
Chick on the blue
Transforming the day
To a brighter huw
Dazzling Sense's
With ethereal calm
A loving synergy
Of love in here charm
Love of the flowers, where bluebells ring
Love in the beauty the butterfly brings
Silken satin coloured by sun
My little butterfly
You are the one
Digital Get Down
Justin (Spoken)]:
Baby baby get nasty nasty
and we can get freaky deaky
[Spoken low]
Baby baby we can do all that we want
We're gettin' nasty nasty we're getting freaky freaky
Baby baby we can do more than just talk
'Cause I can hear ya hear ya and I can see ya see ya
Baby baby we can do all that we want
We're getting nasty nasty we're getting freaky freaky
[Chorus 1]
Digital, digital get down (get down) just you and me
(You may be) Twenty thousand miles away, but I can see ya
And baby, baby you can see me
Digital, digital get down (get down) just what we need
We can get together naturally
(We can) We can get together on the digital screen
[Justin]
Every time I'm sittin all alone girl
I can't wait to get you on the phone girl
So, pick it up, babe
I can see everything you do
Bouncin' me from satellite to satellite
I love the things you do for me so late tonight
So turn me on, yeah
It's like I'm right there next to you, yeah
[Chorus 2 - Justin]
Can we get connected?
I need some love and affection, baby
I'll call you on the phone
I hope that I get through
If you're in the mood and on the phone,
here's what you do: leave a message
You know the kind I like to get back to
[Repeat Chorus 1 with Justin's echoes]
Yeah
[JC]
I lose my mind just when you're speaking
I see you on the screen, I get to freaking
So, get down, babe
And I'll get down for you
I get so excited when I'm watching, girl
I can't wait to see you touch your body, girl
It's just me and you
So, we can do what we gotta do (yeah)
[Repeat Chorus 2 - JC]
[Repeat Chorus 1 with JC's echoes]
Digital, digital, digital, digital get down (get down)
Digital digital digital digital get down (get down)
[Spoken low]
Baby, baby we can do more than just talk
'Cause I can hear ya, hear ya, and I can see ya, see ya
Baby, baby we can do all that we want
We're getting nasty, nasty, we're getting freaky, freaky
Baby, baby we can do more than just talk
'Cause I can hear ya hear ya, and I can see ya, see ya
Baby, baby we can do all that we want
We're getting nasty, nasty, we're getting (oh, oh) digital
[Repeat Chorus 1 with digitalized echoes]
[Repeat Chorus 1 with digitalized echoes]
Digital, digital get down (get down) Just what we need
song performed by by N Sync
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Hands Of Death (Spookshow 2000 Mix) (feat. Rob Zombie)
Sadistic wicked one (Sadistic wicked one)
Still the mortal sting (Still the mortal sting)
I am the only one (I am the only one)
A dark and dreary thing (A dark and dreary thing)
And the blood washes
Across the crucified
Yeah, so few are chosen
And they do not die
I am the whore of fire (I am the whore of fire)
I see through sulfur eyes (I see through sulfur eyes)
I'm burning in denial (I'm burning in denial)
I chill myself alive (I chill myself alive)
And the blood washes
Across the crucified
Yeah, so few are chosen
And they do not die
In the hands of death (burn baby burn) x4
{dialogue and chanting}
I creep and crawl inside (I creep and crawl inside)
Into the heart of cold (Into the heart of cold)
So dead and paralyzed (So dead and paralyzed)
A virgin of the soul (A virgin of the soul)
And the blood washes
Across the crucified
Yeah, so few are chosen
And they do not die
In the hands of death (burn baby burn) x4
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Spontaneous Combustion
It all starts with a spark in my heart's pit,
A flickering flame held beneath my skin.
In a burst of ignition, I am lit,
Blazing against the night I see within.
Gasoline trails pour—the leaking, caustic
Streams cover my soggy lungs. I transpire
Obfuscating steams bright and frenetic
As my torched tongue begins to breathe in fire.
The umbrated panorama around
Blooms into a blushing brilliance and shine,
And the horizon surrounding is crowned
By the explosion in this heart of mine.
Spontaneously, I combust for you.
In the conflagration, I start anew.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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No More Auction Block
No more auction block for me
No more, no more
No more auction block for me
Many thousand gone
No more driver's lash for me
No more, no more
No more driver's lash for me
Many thousand gone
No more whiplash for me
No more, no more
No more pound of salt for me
Many thousand gone
No more auction block for me
No more, no more
No more auction block for me
Many thousand gone
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Once the image was in the digital environment, one of the problems was, we had no means to reproduce the color spectrum, grey scale, and contrast that film produces, without converting the digital file to film, evaluating it, then going back and changing the digital image.
quote by John Dykstra
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An Old Man Medicates His Pains Away
AN OLD MAN MEDICATES HIS PAINS AWAY
An old man medicates his pains away
He wants to live in his mind
As if his body can be temporarily forgotten-
He tries to be as he once was
Easy in the skin of himself -
But the pains the pains the pains
They come from different directions
They interrupt they remind they dismay
The pains the pains
They may go away for a time
But they don’t forget to sharpen again-
An old man does not want to think of his body as his enemy
He is no pure mind and does not dream to be
But the pains
When so many come at once
And when no medication can really put a stop to them-
They will defeat him -
Drugged into restless sleep
He will not be able to die without them.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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