Explorations: VIII
When one holds
The other in a feverish grip
The world recedes
Into a thin line
When the fever comes down
The grip loosens
The world assumes
A scary dimension
The rude act
Hits as a thunderbolt
In the middle of severe summer
Causes a silent internal haemorrhage
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Get A Grip
I see it on the tv, its playing on my mind,
Everything I see has got something to do with killing my brother.
Just another mind game? or maybe its a sign,
When the child with a gun holds it up to the head of his brother.
Well that aint nice. gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life,
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip, yeah.
Somebody tell me, where did we lose?
Wheres the point that we lost the control to live with each other?
Mister politician, searching for a lie.
Whats the truth? will the youth find the proof for a revolution?
Cause that aint nice, gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip, on ice,
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip
Gotta get a hold of the situation, gotta get you into my life,
Gotta get a hold and get it moving.
I cant tell you what you need to know its up to you, oh yeah
That aint nice, gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip, cause youre gonna slip, on ice,
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip.
Gotta get a hold of the situation, gotta get a hold on life,
Gotta get a grip and get it moving,
I cant tell you what you need to know, its up to you, oh yeah.
Dont your blood run cold, dont the sorrow show,
Hold on tight to what you have.
See it in your eyes, dont it make you cry,
Get a grip and shake the can.
Get a grip, yeah, get a grip, yeah, get a grip, yeah,
Get a grip, get a grip, get a grip, get a grip, get a hold.
Get a grip on life, get a grip on life, get a grip on life,
Yeah get a grip.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Gotta Get A Grip On You
(r palmer/ a powell)
I can't tell temptation from chance
You are gonna have to lead me a dance
You are stepping so treacherously
It makes me wonder why it's gettin' to me
Gotta get a grip on you, gotta get a grip on you girl
I can't tell patience from fear
You are gonna have to take it from here
I like the way you carry on
It makes me want to sing this song
Gotta get a grip on you, gotta get a grip on you girl
Gotta get a grip on you
Gotta get a grip on you,
Gotta get a grip on you
Gotta get a grip on you
You know i can't tell temptation from chance
You are gonna have to lead me a dance
You are stepping so treacherously
It makes me wonder why it's gettin' to me
Gotta get a grip on you, gotta get a grip on you girl
Gotta get a grip on you, gotta get a grip on you girl
Come to grips with you
Gotta get a grip on you,
Come to grips with you
Gotta get a grip on you
Come to grips with you
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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The Air Is Tense, The Air Is Dense
It was a silent evening, this silent
evening,
When a land whose air was tense,
Heard the cries of its children,
As a plane whose air was dense,
Hit the ground and broke its wings.
It was a teary morning, this teary
morning,
When friends had lost friends,
And parents, children,
And children, parents,
And all, something.
It is a painful thing, this painful moment,
If while reading this out loud,
Your voice begins to fade,
As your heart carries pain to your chord.
It is a thin line, oh thin children,
We are here and we are 'is',
And in one step,
We are there, and now 'was'.
It is a marvelment, to my marveled
mind,
When a man wakes and brushes his
teeth,
Holds a bag and hits the streets,
Stands in the middle of an oblivious
crowd,
And offers them transportation to the
world beyond.
It is an ache, in an aching heart,
With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
I write that peace and love be born,
And wisdom and hope not be put to bed.
In this age, in an aging world,
Live each day as thy last,
And in no time you will be right,
Hurt no more and hurt no one,
For the air is tense and the air is dense,
And though time like man has come and
gone,
Time will be here and man no more.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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Summer Fever
Winds may come and the winds may flow
But theres no wind can cool me of my fever, summer fever
Summer fever
Time of love, time of year
Temperatures rising, our bodies near in fever, summer fever
Summer fever
A heat-wave run, a dog-day night
Were making love, things are right, its fever, summer fever
Summer fever
You burn so deep with your love so sweet
And you satisfy and mystify my fever, summer fever
Summer fever
Body to body, arms entwined
Locked in your love, feeling fine with fever, summer fever
Summer fever
Time of love, time of year
Temperatures rising, our bodies near in fever, summer fever
Summer fever
Winds may come and the winds may blow
But theres no wind can cool me of my fever, summer fever
Summer fever
You burn so deep with your love so sweet
And you satisfy and mystify my fever, summer fever
Summer fever
Fever, summer fever
Fever, summer fever
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Losing My Grip
Loosing My Grip
Hoobastank
(The Scorpion King)
All the questions
I went through
I never told myself the truth
I turned my back
On you and me
'Cause I was scared to see
That we weren't
Who we used to be
So now I'm
Trying hard to
Let go, let you go
But I can't seem to
Loosen my grip
Trying hard to
Let go, let you go
Let you go, go
Feeling emptiness inside
A part of me already died
But I pretended to go on
Like everything's ok
And all we built began to fall
As I began to lose it all
Shut my eyes
And set me free
'Cause I was scared to see
That we weren't
Who we used to be
So now I'm
Trying hard to
Let go, let you go
But I can't seem to
Loosen my grip
Trying hard to
Let go, let you go
Let you go, go
You're all that
I ever wanted
You're everything
That I need
But now it's finally over
Time for goodbyes
I needed so now I'm
Trying hard to
Let go, let you go
But I can't seem to
Loosen my grip
Trying hard to
Let go, let you go
Let you go, go
From Alex ([email protected])
song performed by by Hoobastank
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The Fever
Hes got a split finger wrap
And his ropes pulled way to tight
Hes got a lunatic smile
cause hes really drawn deep tonight.
Hes got a fever, fever, fever, fever
Grab a hold of anything and hold on tight >br> it hits you like the venom from a rattle snake bite
Were all here cause hes not all there tonight.
He takes one breath
And time turns inside out
Then the gate busts open to the world he dreams about.
Hes got a fever, fever, fever, fever
Stick a rope on anything cause he dont care
Hed even take a ride on the electric chair
Were all here cause hes not all there tonight.
He says its really kind of simple
Keep your mind in the middle
While your butt spins round and round
Take heed to sankeys preachin
Keep liftin and reachin
And ridin like there aint no clowns.
What he loves might kill him
But hes got no choice
Hes a different breed
With a voice down deep inside
Thats screamin he was born to ride.
Hes got a fever, fever, fever, fever
Fever makes you crazy cause it makes no sense
Like runnin from your shadow out of self-defense
He wont run and baby he cant hide
He thinks the odds are even leavin one hand tied
He gets so tired of hangin on so tight
I know you think hes crazy well I think youre right
Were all here cause hes not all there thats right.
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Conflict In Their Mind
In the middle I have heard of a wild beast having a great feast
From where I stand I can see his tail bruising the southern land
With his flaws he struggled to get grip of the northern walls
From where I am free I can see his head dangling across the red sea
Some say this beast always stretch his back legs far east
Tho he sometimes grip the west but the way he back of I am impress
This beast is somewhere in our mind as we are so blind to slay our owne kind
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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Calculated Misdeeds
Calculated misdeeds
Come back to haunt,
Those flaunting ego wishes.
A shift in deceptions drift!
An upheavel comes to their lives.
And they are quite surprised...
How quick they fall and slip,
Into oblivion!
And there is no avoiding it...
When what had been,
Loosens from their grip!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love That In Explainable Grip
Love that in explainable grip that fills your brain,
That grip that makes you want to hold on to somebody
Never letting go,
That in explainable want to shower them with diamonds
If you have any.
That in explainable urge to cuddle and kiss
Then sit on clouds eating chocolates filled with dreams,
Love that magic feel good feeling,
That in explainable grip that makes everybody pair
To climb the stair... to happiness.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Sweet Pear
Sweet pear, sweet pear
Those who say they love you would never dare
Ill watch out for you
Ill always be there
In the hour of distress you need not fear
In all the world theres only one true love
And finding its hard enough
I bless whatevers in the sky above
For bringing you to me
But theres a void without your kiss
I wake on the precipice above the abyss
And though the touch of your lips these fears dismiss
Make no mistake there is an ache I have to live with
Was my grip too lose, my grip too strong
That made you want to run away
And now youre back where I pretend you belong
I wonder every night and day
How long
I swear this is my prayer
til were burned and scattered in the atmosphere
Or lost in the world across a crowded room
I am your stupid lover, your wretched groom
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Thunderbolt
I am the result of a thunderbolt,
That struck and stayed bold.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that thunderbolt staying bold.
I'm the result of a thunderbolt,
That struck and stayed bold.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that thunderbolt that remained bold.
You may decide to run and hide.
But I've learned throughout my life...
Those who run let life slip by,
And cry in denial.
Setting themselves up...
For struggles and trials.
When I was young I was often hushed,
I would question too much.
With unedited questions asked.
To connect in my mind to grasp.
I am the result of a thunderbolt,
That struck and stayed bold.
I'm that result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that thunderbolt that remained bold.
I am the result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that result of a thunderbolt.
And with a boldness I still hold.
When I was young I was often hushed,
I would question too much.
With unedited questions asked.
To connect in my mind to grasp.
Zip zap crack with answers due.
Answer my questions asked of you!
I'm the result of a thunderbolt,
That struck and stayed bold.
I'm that result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that thunderbolt that remained bold.
Zip zap crack with answers due.
Answer my questions asked of you!
I am the result of a thunderbolt,
That struck and stayed bold.
I am the result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that thunderbolt that remained bold.
There were no shoulders for me to hold.
I am the result of a thunderbolt.
There were no shoulders for me to hold.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
I'm that result of a thunderbolt.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
There were no shoulders with warm holds.
I am the result of a thunderbolt.
I am the result of a thunderbolt.
I am the result of a thunderbolt.
I might have been precocious!
But not braggadocious.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
I am that result of a thunderbolt.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The corporate grip on opinion in the United States is one of the wonders of the Western world. No First World country has ever managed to eliminate so entirely from its media all objectivity - much less dissent.
quote by Gore Vidal
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Meditation on a Grey Morning
Grey morning
lights
the bland sky.
Black birds light
on bare trees
thin limbs wavering
as they flit
scanning
the frozen earth.
All the world is waiting,
to unwind explosive buds
to shed thin shrouds
and burst into emerald light
as joyful black birds rise
into the endless
blue sky.
Great is their faith,
these birds and trees.
They know beyond all reason
that the sun
will thaw
the icy grip
of violent winter
poem by Steven Federle
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Forbidden Zone
Living in the sixth dimension
Things get rough
Living in the sixth dimension
Can be tough
It's so hard when your on your own
When your on your own
Moving in the wrong direction
Brings bad luck
Living without protection
Really sucks
It's so hard when your on your own
You might fall into the forbidden zone
Going down, down, down
How far can you go?
You might fall into the forbidden zone
Going down, down, down
'cross the border line
The guards look scary but the girls are pretty fine
I'm going down
I'm going down
I'm going down i go
Turning me around
Turning me around
Turning me around i know
Living in the sixth dimension
Moving in the wrong direction
Living in the sixth dimension
Moving in the wrong direction
Living in the sixth dimension
Moving in the wrong direction
It's so hard when you're on your own
When your on your own
The forbidden zone
Going down, down, down
How far can you go
You might fall into the forbidden zone
Going down, down, down
'cross the border line
The guards look scary but the girls are pretty fine
Going round, round, round
Driving me insane
Everything looks different
But nothing has changed.
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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The World
the world is unfair everyday
the world is unfair everyway
the world is unfair when a loved one dies
the world is unfair when the dead ones mother cries
the world is unfair when we have to go to war
the world is unfair when the soldier hits the floor
the world is unfair when a bullie hits you in the gut
the world is unfair no matter what
poem by Jean Pullman
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Storm-Waves And Fog On Dorr’s Point,
THE fog's gray curtain round me draws,
And leaves no world to me
Save this swift drama of the stirred
And restless sea.
Forth of the shrouding fog they roll,
As from a viewless world,
Leap spectral white, and, pausing, break,
In thunder hurled.
Ever they climb and cling anew,
Slide from the smooth rock wall,
With thin white fingers grip the weeds
And seaward crawl.
In rhythmic rote o'er shivering sands
They glide adown the shore
With murmurous whispering of 'Hush!'
And then no more.
poem by Silas Weir Mitchell
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Alive, Alive
at dawn sleep left without a word
my back curves and my arms look for something to hold
to grip what is there before me
my fingers shake and holds the keys
of the computer
they all begin to scribble words
to assure my being
that i am a tree with roots
a vine with tendrils
an earth still blessed with a sun
and winds and breeze
i sweat and look around
i stand still beside a window
i open the eye of the world before me
and said to myself
everything is alive
to include me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poetry means...uh...
When I was very young,
Poetry
was written by
AA Milne.
and life was comfy.
When I was an adolescent,
Poetry
was written by
pansies for pansies about pansies.
though daffodils
were lifestyle and exam-inable.
and life was scary
When I was at college,
Poetry
was written by
a chap in a leather jacket
who glared at you angrily
on his no-gear pushbike
as he rode out to save the world.
and life was a cold war and still scary.
When I was middle-aged,
Poetry
was in the assured embrace
of the Arts Council and a chap at the BBC
and the world managed quite well without poets
but life was still scary.
Now
I am old enough
to swop lifestyle notes with Jenny Joseph,
Poetry
means that
a poem's 'text' may be
i h8 u
BUT
it's read right round the world
by lots of people. Like you.
and life is full of promise...
Now that deserves a Metaphor.
'A what? ' said Pooh.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The question our century puts before us is: is it possible to regain the lost dimension, the encounter with the Holy, the dimension which cuts through the world of subjectivity and objectivity and goes down to that which is not world but is the Mystery of the Ground of Being.
quote by Paul Tillich
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