She (Life Poem)
She lives
She loves
She laughs
She needs
She knows
She wants
She touches
She hopes
She holds
She feels
She flies
She comes
She is alive
poem by Ian Beckett
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Who Makes You Feel
I don't touch you the way I used to
I don't call and write when I'm away
We don't make love as often as we did do
Couldn't wait, now waits an' unusually goes away
But listen and think when I say it
Oh but listen and think when I say it
Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel
Who loves you and knows you the way I do
Who touches you and holds you quite like I do
Who makes you feel like I make you feel
I don't mind if you come home late
I don't ever ask you where you've been
I just assume there's a problem will you tell me
But listen and think when I say it
Oh but listen and think when I say it
Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel
Who loves you and knows you the way I do
Who touches you and holds you quite like I do
Who makes you feel like I make you feel
Who makes you feel like I make you feel
Who makes you feel like I make you feel
Being weak when I am strong
Being seen, who you are
Being sad and love's not alone
But listen and think when I say it
Oh but listen and think when I say it
Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel
Who loves you and knows you the way I do
Who touches you and holds you quite like I do
Who makes you feel like I make you feel
song performed by by Dido
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Rock'n'roll Is Alive (And It Lives In Minneapolis) (Tony Fly Mix)
And It Lives In Minneapolis)
(Rock 'n' roll is alive!)
Rock 'n' roll is alive (Rock 'n' roll is alive!)
(Rock 'n' roll is alive and it lives in Minneapolis!) {x2}
From all over the world the people came
Even the President flies in 2 worship a thing called fame
Red, white, and blue boy / girls - 2night everyone's the same
Some people say it's dyin', but we don't wanna play that game
Rock 'n' roll is alive and it lives in Minneapolis! (Sing!)
Rock 'n' roll is alive (and it lives in Minneapolis!)
Rock 'n' roll is alive and it lives in Minneapolis! (Sing!)
Rock 'n' roll is alive (and it lives in Minneapolis!)
Sure as the drive around Lake of the Isles is cool I know (Oh)
Rock 'n' roll will never die like the Minnehaha flow (Oh)
Sure as the land of a thousand lakes is sometimes made of snow
There'll always be another king 2 die butt-naked on the floor (Oh)
Rock 'n' roll is alive and it lives in Minneapolis! (Sing!)
Rock 'n' roll is alive (and it lives in Minneapolis!) (Oh)
Rock! Rock!
(Very impressive)
Rock! Rock!
(Sing!)
(Rock 'n' roll is alive and it lives in Minneapolis!) (Sing damn it!)
Rock! Rock!
Rock 'n' roll is alive! (Yeah!)
(Rock 'n' roll is alive and it lives in Minneapolis!) {x4}
(Rock 'n' roll is alive and it lives in Minneapolis!) {x4
song performed by by Prince
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Who Make You Feel
I don't touch you the way I used to
I don't call and write ??
We don't make love as often as we did do
??
But listen and think when I say it
Oh but listen and think when I say it
Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel
Who loves you and knows you the way I do
Who touches you and holds you quite like I do
Who makes you feel like I make you feel
I don't mind if you come home late
I don't ever ask you where you've been
I just assume there's a problem will you tell me
But listen and think when I say it
Oh but listen and think when I say it
Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel
Who loves you and knows you the way I do
Who touches you and holds you quite like I do
Who makes you feel like I make you feel
Who makes you feel like I make you feel
Who makes you feel like I make you feel
Being weak when I am strong
Being seen, who you are
Being sad and love's not alone
But listen and think when I say it
Oh but listen and think when I say it
Who makes you feel the way that I make you feel
Who loves you and knows you the way I do
Who touches you and holds you quite like I do
Who makes you feel like I make you feel
song performed by by Dido
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The Space . . .
(music: marillion lyrics: steve hogarth)
On top of the world like a flag on a mountain
Feeling so high you can feel so alone
Unable to breathe at the height that you flew
Staring on clouds with no view of below
On top of a girl like a dream in a hotel
Falling toward something out of control
Unable to miss like the man in the tram
Crashing your car in amsterdam
He did it without knowing, didn't feel a thing
Just wrecked it and kept going
The space around the stars is something that you know
A billion miles of darkness left your feeling low
The space around the stars is something that you know
Everything about you so perfectly restrained
But everything inside you, bites you
Bites you
Everybody in the whole of the world, feels the same inside
Everybody in the whole, whole of the, whole of the of the world
Everyone is only everyone else
Everybody's got to know
Everybody lives and loves and laughs and cries
And eats and sleeps and grows and dies
Everybody in the whole of the world is the same this time
Everybody in the whole of the world, feels the same inside
Everybody in the whole, whole of the, whole of the, whole of the world
Everyone is only everyone else
Everybody's got to know
Everybody lives and loves and laughs and cries
And eats and sleeps and grows and dies
Everybody in the whole of the world
Everybody is the same this time
In the whole of the world
song performed by by Marillion
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Mary Pretends
Mary pretends shes so insane, so insane, so insane
Mary pretends shes so insane, so insane, so insane
She just sits back and laughs at the pain
Laughs at the pain, laughs at the pain
Mary pretends shes so insane, so insane, so insane
Falling down of her mind
Gives her everything shes wanted from the world
Close her eyes, drift inside, so alive
She wants to know what it feels like
She wants to know what it feels like to fly
She wants to know what it feels like to die
Goodbye
song performed by by Fuel
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In the Hopes
The ocean waves dash toward the shore -
Oh the tears the ocean holds.
Cries of yesterday's sorrow of loves lost..
The way of the ocean, how it dances to and fro,
as it lightly touches the shore.
Oh mans cries, he hopes for tears
no more!
poem by Linda Lane
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Ramona
laughs so hard
that even sorrow smiles at her
fights so strong that even
fate accepts its defeat
loves so true that even hatred
walks out of the way
and lives life so well
that even death still loves
to see her exist...
she is safe now
i hope.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Sound Is Sweeter
There's no sound as sweet as yours
It takes me before dawn
It lies with me after midnight
Chorus
And your sound
Holds me
Like nothing else has before
Your sound
Loves me
And I can't fight it anymore
End chorus
Your sound is sweeter than
All the fighting I've done
It catches the truth and holds on
Chorus
And your sound
Holds me
Like nothing else has before
Your sound
Loves me
And I can't fight it anymore
End chorus
Your sound plays back through my head again
It's the only thing keeping me going
Loving you, forever and ever
Chorus
And your sound
Holds me
Like nothing else has before
Your sound
Loves me
And I can't fight it anymore
End chorus
Your sound is sweeter than
The moonlight on my windowsill
It sings, I dropp dead
Chorus
And your sound
Holds me
Like nothing else has before
Your sound
Loves me
And I can't fight it anymore
End chorus
I'm awake with your sound
Echoing in the dark
Your sound is sweeter than love
Chorus
And your sound
Holds me
Like nothing else has before
Your sound
Loves me
And I can't fight it anymore
End chorus
An Old Man Walks In Light Winter Rain
An old man walks in light winter rain
He feels no pain-
He laughs and sings
And loves everything.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.
quote by Henri Matisse
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Out Of This World
When we look back at it all as i know we will
You and me, wide eyed
I wonder...
Will we really remember how it feels to be this alive?
And i know we have to go
I realize we only get to stay so long
Always have to go back to real lives
Where we belong
Where we belong
Where we belong
When we think back to all this and i'm sure we will
Me and you, here and now
Will we forget the way it really is
Why it feels like this and how?
And we always have to go i realize
We always have to say goodbye
Always have to go back to real lives
But real lizes are the reason why
We want to live another life
We want to feel another time
Another time...
Yeah another time
To feel another time...
When we look back at it all as i know we will
You and me, wide eyed
I wonder...
Will we really remember how it feels to be this alive?
And i know we have to go
I realize we always have to turn away
Always have to go back to real lives
But real lives are why we stay
For another dream
Another day
For another world
Another way
For another way...
One last time before it's over
One last time before the end
One last time before it's time to go again...
song performed by by Cure
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Horace. Book II. Ode X.
Receive, dear friend, the truths I teach,
So shalt thou live beyond the reach
Of adverse fortune's power;
Not always tempt the distant deep,
Nor always timorously creep
Along the treacherous shore.
He that holds fast the golden mean,
And lives contentedly between
The little and the great,
Feels not the wants that pinch the poor,
Nor plagues that haunt the rich man's door,
Imbittering all his state.
The tallest pines feels most the power
Of wintry blast, the loftiest tower
Comes heaviest to the ground;
The bolts that spare the mountain's side,
His cloud-clapt eminence divide
And spread the ruin round.
The well-informed philosopher
Rejoices with a wholesome fear,
And hopes in spite of pain;
If winter bellow from the north,
Soon the sweet spring comes dancing forth,
And nature laughs again.
What if thine heaven be overcast,
The dark appearance will not last,
Expect a brighter sky;
The God that strings the silver bow
Awakes sometimes the muses too,
And lays his arrows by.
If hindrances obstruct thy way,
Thy magnanimity display,
And let thy strength be seen;
But oh! if Fortune fill thy sail
With more than a propitious gale,
Take half thy canvas in!
A REFLECTION ON THE FOREGOING ODE.
And is this all? Can reason do no more
Than bid me shun the deep and dread the shore?
Sweet moralist! afloat on life's rough sea
The Christian has an art unknown to thee;
He holds no parley with unmanly fears,
Where duty bids he confidently steers,
Faces a thousand dangers at her call,
And trusting in his God, surmount's them all.
poem by William Cowper
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Dr. Heckyll & Mr. Jive
Dr. Heckyll works late at the laboratory
Where things are not as they seem
Dr. Heckyll wishes nothing more desperately
Than to fulfill all of his dreams
Letting loose with a scream in the dead of night
As he's breaking new ground
Trying his best to unlock all the secrets
But he's not sure what he's found
Dr. Heckyll is his own little guinea pig
'Cos they all think he's mad
Sets his sights on the search of a lifetime
And he's never, never sad
Whoa oh, it's off to work he goes
In the name of science and all its wonders
This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive
They are a person who feels good to be alive
This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive
Believes the underdog will eventually survive
Not long now till the ultimate experiment
He's breaking all the rules
He wants to cure all matter of imbalance
In this world of fools
He locks the door and he looks around nervously
He knows there's no one there
He drinks it down and waits for some reaction
To all his work and care
Hey, hey he fumbles for what to say
He loves the wo except for all the people
This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive
They are a person who feels good to be alive
This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive
Believes the underdog will eventually survive
Whoa oh, it's out at night he goes
He slips easily into conversation
Hey hey, he's cool in every way
Sometimes he loves to sing that old black magic
This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive
They are a person who feels good to be alive
This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive
Believes the underdog will eventually survive
This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive
They are a person who feels good to be alive
This is the story of Dr. Heckyll and Mr. Jive
Believes the underdog will eventually survive
song performed by by Men At Work
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The Man
(with paul mccartney)
Theres a man
Who plays the game of life so well
Ooh, theres such a man
His thoughts you can never tell, ooh
And its just the way he
Thought it would be
cause the day has come
For him to be free
Im alive and Im here forever
This is the man
And its just the way she
Thought it would be
As he says, something has
Happened to me
Then he laughs, he kicks
And rolls up his sleeves
Im alive and Im here forever
This is the man
Theres a man
Everybody thought they knew
Ooh, theres such a man
Hes not like me and you, ooh
And its just the way she
Thought it would be
As he says, something has
Happened to me
Then he laughs, he kicks
And rolls up his sleeves
Im alive and Im here forever
This is the man
And its just the way she
Thought it would be
As he says, something has
Happened to me
Then he laughs, he kicks
And rolls up his sleeves
Im alive and Im here forever
This is the man
And its just the way she
Thought it would be
As he says, something has
Happened to me
Then he laughs, he kicks
And rolls up his sleeves
Im alive and Im here forever
This is the man
(this is the man)
Ooh yeah
(ooh, yeah)
This is the man
(this is the man)
This is the man
song performed by by Michael Jackson
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An Angel In The Pearl
My president is an ‘angel’
Without wings but he flies anyway
In jets from might to might
With no heaven but he dwells anyway
There’s an angel in the pearl
Who always flies and never cries,
Who always lives and never dies,
Outliving the seed of greatness.
He cruises through the country
In an entourage of uneducated elites
In the comfort of limousines
‘The ones which keep away dust.’
Then, it feels like heaven
Not anywhere else but in Uganda
Where it’s ‘FOR GOD AND MY COUNTRY’
The power of rhetoric
The angel in the pearl;
You reside in heaven, but live in hell.
You sleep in luxury, but earn poverty
An angel, who lives ‘in the red’
poem by Timothy muggaga
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The Canvas
Oh how she loves her canvas,
The stories that it tells.
Oh how she loves to paint her thoughts,
And etch a perfect spell.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
The memories that it holds.
Oh how she loves to trace the lines,
And tell if new or old.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
Her stability in an unstable world.
Oh how she loves to fret away,
At all of her unfurled.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
A standstill of art and truth.
Oh how she loves the feel of it,
To reminisce her youth.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
A long work of her life.
Oh how she loves the twisted colors,
Splashes of red upon white.
Oh how she loves her canvas,
She crafts each inch with care.
She hides her canvas well away,
Though she often earns a stare.
Do not tell of her canvas,
Keep the secret- she insists.
But perhaps some time take a second glance,
For her canvas is her wrist.
poem by Dayna Mortimore
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I'm this kinda girl...........
I’m this kinnda girl
Current mood: adored
I'm the girl who will put her head on your shoulder, not because she's sleepy, but because she wants to be closer to you...
I'm the girl who likes to be kissed under the stars, more than inside your bedroom or in a expensive resturant...
I'm the girl who holds your hand and plays with it....
I'm the girl who doesn't mind you playing with her hair....
I'm the girl who stares into your eyes looking for a reason what you see in me.......
I'm the girl who loves to end a hug with a kiss...
I'm the girl who will take care of you when you are sick...
I'm the girl who you can talk to you about anything...
I'm the girl who laughs at your jokes...
I'm the girl who will have many inside jokes with you and remember each one...
I'm the girl who will brag about you to all of my friends...
I'm the girl who will listen to you talk...
I'm the girl who remembers how and when we first met.......
I'm the girl who loves to hear you sing, even if you horrible....
I'm the girl who promises to never leave, and keeps it......
I'm the girl who loves when you hug me for no apparent reason...
I'm the girl who loves it when you hug me from behind or kiss me on the forehead....
I'm the girl who loves you for you; and doesn't care what other people say about us...
I'm the girl who will love you unconditionally for the rest of your life...
Suicide
So ends another day,
And I'm alive.
I made it through,
Atleast this one day.
Everyday I feel,
The hopes, the aspirations,
Pressing down on me,
Making it hard to breathe.
I feel suffocated.
Staying alive each day,
It seems like a task.
Getting harder and harder to complete.
Sometimes it feels like too much.
I cannot handle it anymore.
I look for solutions but,
Only one comes to mind, suicide.
poem by Anushna Satapathy
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I Will Survive
The night will see the future
Dont you know by now
The long and lonely night,
I finally see the light
Like a demons dream, lights burning
Loves not black and white
And Im still alive, and I will survive
Yeah, come on baby
I will survive
Come on honey
I could see the future, its just one dark cloud
Lets leave it to the second dance,
You wont keep me waitin too long
I can see those street lights burning,
Loves not black and white
And Im still alive, and I will survive
Well come on baby
I will survive
Yeah come on honey
The winds are hints of trouble as the skies
They turn to red
Knock knock knock, heaven upside down
As this devil holds his hand
Well I will survive
Come on baby
I will survive
Come on honey
I will survive
I will survive
Loves not black and, loves not black and,
Loves not black and white
I will survive
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Fog Holds Lights
FOG HOLDS LIGHTS
Fog holds lights in soft hands stroking
the bay, floating across waters alive
with flickering rays. The night air whispers
of ancient sand castles and the gleam
of small stars stirring the romance of darkness.
It clings faithfully to the rise and fall
of waves washing in, swinging to
the rhythm of a sea singing love songs.
Fog holds lights in soft hands, clasps love
in tender touches, grasps hope in strong
fingers as it rolls in. Reality
blurs, an impressionist painting
lying just under the murky paint of fog.
Fog holds light in soft hands, embraces
dreams carefully as they swoop
across our sleep like moonbeams prowling
the night sky. It smothers the future and remolds
the past, leaving us in a blurred limbo.
Fog holds light in soft hands wet with tears.
When it is time for it to be gone,
it lifts silently and disappears.
poem by Raynette Eitel
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