I'm Calling Bullshit!
With my life,
hard blows....
time to go home?
no one really knows...
Back in my youth,
where I thought I've grown.
Same place,
my childhood home.
After two years of figuring it out,
this town is not what i'm all about.
A picture perfect vacation it may seem,
nothing of what I dream.
I want more than how I look naked,
I want more than...
how I can fake it.
To me life is beyond the flesh,
there is no way
these minds will mesh.....
Too may options,
toooo many choices,
no one can hear the voices...
at the bottom of the hill,
waiting for Moses...
I've made up my mind,
these are not my choices....
I call bullshit,
and I want to leave...
no longer overcome to this devises
so do as you please...
for me I call bullshit! ! ! ! !
Again...this life I have to quit! !
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Cry For Home
Ill be waiting
Ill be waiting on that shore
To hear the cry for home
You wont have to worry anymore
When you hear the cry for home
When you hear, hear the call
You wont have to fake at all
Hear the cry for home
Ill be standing
Ill be standing within reach
When you hear, hear the call
Ill be waiting
Ill be waiting in the breach
For you, when you hear
When you hear, hear the call
You wont have to fake at all
Hear the cry for home
(instrumental)
When I listen
When I listen to the song
Well it feels, it feels so free
And you tell me
You will come and go with me
When you hear the cry for home
When you hear the call
You wont have to think at all
Hear the cry for home
Spoken (one more, one more time)
When you hear, hear the call
You wont have to fake at all
Hear the cry for home
(one more open it up, open it up) (spoken)
When you hear, hear the call
You wont have to fake at all
Hear the cry for home
Hear (when you hear, hear the call)
Hear (when you hear, hear the call)
Hear (when you hear, hear the call)
Hear (when you hear, hear the call)
Hear (when you hear, hear the call)
Hear (when you hear, hear the call)
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Someday (relative..)
July 21,08
Someday, you’ll realize
What you didn’t realize
You may regret or rather ignore.
There are so many reasons to live
So many choices to choose,
Sometimes, you’ll stand up for wrong
That for you seems right.
Well then, bullshit! ! !
Right?
Sometimes.
Life doesn’t always been beautiful even trying hard to
Cuz’ it’s always been bullshit
Having around, someone, everyone
Who doesn’t want you to feel alright.
Creepy
But you have to wait
For an ending, for a new beginning
Maybe you’re happy now
But tomorrow, expect the unexpected
You may gain, but
You may lose some, more, more.
(as you always wanted them to be)
Well,
Someday, everything will be done.
With no regrets and looking back
Just try to make hard things simple
You’ll see
Everything will be fine.
poem by reina Lorenzo
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My Life...
My life is alone
My life is loveless
My life is a mess
My life is full of lies
My life is a bunch of bullshit after bullshit
My life use to be great
My life use to be something I cheerished
My life now, is worth nothing
My life was about you
My life is hopless without you
My life is a joke
My life is soon to be over
poem by Hector Armendariz
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To Those Who Control and Create
those of us blessed enough
to control and create
be careful the choices we make
follow the guidance of
disciplined minds make wise choices
the elders
those voices guiding
along the path
intelligent questions
loving hearts open minds
wisdom navigating options steaming
let the angels fly offering gifts
to the world
services provided life
the best way to fill our time
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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You Can't Bullshit A Woman If She Loves You
You can't bullshit a woman if she loves you
She'll feel right thru you and distort your heart
You can't bullshit a woman if she loves you
Because of all the lovin' just for starts
She'll make you sing the truth without detection
You'll find that you can't treat her less than fare
She's deep down to the bone
You'll never feel alone
She's more than a best friend
She's your's for life
You can't bullshit a woman if she loves you
Just her smile alone consumes your soul
You can't bullshit a woman if she loves you
She'll leave you feeling happy and consoled
In all the things you do without exception
You consider her first, last, and in between
so long as she can be
her true self she'll be free
She's the better part of me, she make's me whole
You can't bullshit a woman who love's you so
poem by Talile Ali
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When Love Is Gone
There was a time when I was sure
that you and I were truely one,
that our future was forever
and would never come undone,
and we came so close to be close...
and thought you cared for me
there's distance in your eyes tonight
so we're not meant to be.
The love is gone,
the love is gone,
the sweetest dream
that we had ever known.
The love is gone,
the love is gone,
I wish you well
but I must leave you now alone.
There comes a moment in your life
like a window, and you see
that your future is there before you
and how perfect life would be,
but adventures call with unknown voices
pulling you away...
Be careful or you may regret
the choices you made someday...
When love is gone,
when love is gone,
the sweetest dream
that we had ever known.
When love is gone,
when love is gone,
I wish you well
but I must leave you now alone.
It was almost love,
it was almost always,
it was like a fairytale we'd live out
you and I.
And yes some dreams come true,
and yes some dreams go trough...
and yes the time has come
for us to say goodbye.
Yes some dreams come true,
and yes some dreams go trough...
yes the time has come
for us to say goodbye.
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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Voices Cryin Out
Voices cryin out, voices cryin out
Voices cryin out in the night hear them call
Voices cryin out hear them call
Its a night
Like no other night
Its a day
Almost turning grey
Its a heart
Like a broken heart
Its a wheel
At the end of day
Its the plight
Of a boy whos scared
Of the waves rushing out
And the wind in the air
Its the sight
Of one longing to taste
Of life
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices from some foreign shore
Visions that seem an incredible dream
Echoing for more
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices crying out hear them call
Its a song
Of a love unsung
Its the pain
Of just being young
Its a cry
Of a voice unheard
Of a face
Speaking silent words
Its the hope
That the time goes by
Take you upon a wing
Teach your soul to fly
Its a wish
That youll live your experience life
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices from some foreign shore
Vision that seem an incredible dream
Echoing for more
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices crying out hear them call
Oh do you know how it feels to be free
Walking your path of life
Embracing destiny one day at a time
Voices cryin out...oh cant you hear them
Voices cryin out...listen please, listen to the future
Voices cryin out...millions and millions and millions of voices
Voices cryin out...oh oh oh oh
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices from some foreign shore
Vision that seem an incredible dream
Echoing for more
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices crying out hear them call
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices from some foreign shore
Vision that seem an incredible dream
Echoing for more
Voices cryin out
Voices cryin out
Voices cryin out...
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Please Come Home
It must have been about a 100 years
At least a hundred years
I wish you would just come back
Just come back home
The day we met feels like 100 years ago
And Im still waiting with my hand right by the telephone
Yeah maybe where you are you cannot make that call
Or you cant find the pen I know its not your fault
CHORUS
My friends think Im insane
Cause I've turned old and gray
And Im still waiting and I cannot be alone
Please come home (please come home)
I watch the clock hands tick my hours turn to days
And I cant fall asleep cause I don't want to miss that ring
I know that this year your car will park outside
But I can't put my arms around the girl who took my life
REPEAT CHORUS
Its been so long
Its been about 100 years
And a million dreams since the last time
Ive seen your pretty face I would do whatever it takes
I would wait another 100 years
And if that didnt work
Maybe Ill try and see what forever feels like
But until then and I know you hear me
And whatever your doing wherever you are please come home
That day we met feels like 100 years ago
And Im still waiting for you
Baby baby wont you please come home
Please come home
Wont you please come home
Please come home
Wont you please come home (Please come home)
song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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Home:
Home…
Home is where you were born.
Home is where you were raised,
Home is were you grew up,
Home was what had shaped you,
Home is what gave you your foundation
And what help you grow into something amazing,
Home is what you left behind to become something bigger,
Home is what you remember many years after leaving,
Home is what you become missing for,
Home is where you crave to be when you're done with you adventures,
Even thought you left home, for another place,
Home has never left,
It's still there,
On the same old street,
With the same old lawn,
With the same old people,
Just waiting there,
For you and only you,
It is there for you and only you,
Because with out it,
Without a home,
You wouldn't have a place to go back to,
A place was you can call your own..well, home...
poem by Sherry Painter
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Call My Name
When this old world has let you down
And friends no longer want you around
When you feel burdened down with care
And troubles seem so hard to bear
Call my name
Hear me talkin' to ya baby
Call my name
Don't ya hear what i'm sayin'?
Call my name
A-whoa-oh-oh-oh
(call my name)
And i'll be there
If ya feel that you're all alone
And sick inside away from home
When you no longer want to try
Or care if you should live or die
Call my name
Hear me talkin' to ya baby
Call my name
Don't ya hear what i'm sayin'?
Call my name
A whoa-woah-oh-oh
(call my name) yeah
An i'll be there
Yeah
(instrumental)
When evra'thing that you try has failed
And you never even get no mail
Well life to you seems such a bore
And blues come callin' 'round your door
Call my name
Hear me talkin' to ya baby
(call my name)
Call my name
Don't you hear what i'm sayin'?
Call my name
Any time ya need me (call my name)
Anytime ya want me baby
All ya gotta do is (call my name) call me
Fades
All ya gotta do is (call my name) call me
An i be right there
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Home Grown Tomatoes
There aint nothin in the world that I like better than bacon n lettuce n
Home grown tomatoes up in the mornin, out in the garden
Get you a ripe one, dont pick a hard un plant em in the spring, eat em in
The summer all winter without em is a culinary bummer I forget all about the
Sweatinand the digginevery time I go out and pick me a big un home grown
Tomatoes, home grown tomatoes what would life be like without home grown
Tomatoes only two things that money cant buy
Thats true love and home grown tomatoes you can go out to eat an thats for
Sure but theres nothina home grown tomatoe wont cure put em in a salad, put
em in a stew
You can make your own tomatoe juice
You can eat em with eggs, eat em with gravy you can eat em with beans, pinto
Or navy put em on the side, put em in the middle home grown tomatoes on a hot
Cake griddle home grown tomatoes, home grown tomatoes what would life be like
Without home grown tomatoes only two things that money cant buy
Thats true love and home grown tomatoes if is to change this life I lead
You could call me johnny tomatoe seed
cause I know what this country needs
Home grown tomatoes in every yard you see when I die dont bury me
In a box in a cold dark cemetery
Out in the garden would be much better
cause I could be pushin up a home grown tomatoe home grown tomatoes, home
Grown tomatoes what would life be like without home grown tomatoes only two
Things that money cant buy
Thats true love and home grown tomatoes
Words and music by guy clark
song performed by by John Denver
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Home
Where is ones home,
As He passes through the corridor's of life
Is it the bed that He was born onto
Or the place, fate chose for him to die.
Where is home for the Sailor
Who sails the world upon a ship
Is home a port He has docked into
Or is home a well remembered crib.
Where youth was a friend and tomorrow a dream.
And sorrow and sadness was never seen.
Where is home for the woman
Who has had many different homes
Where is home for the drifter
Who loves nothing more to roam.
Where wishes are still alive and never to far
Where home is a dew drop, and sleep are the stars.
Where is home for the child
Who has lived many a childhood dream
Where is home for the prisoner
Who someday in life will be freed.
Home is many different things
Its a bedtime story or a childhood dream
A piece of a wall or a blushing wife
Or is it that hazy memory still never out of sight.
Home is not where you lay your bones
After a day of hardened work
Home is not even the place that you stay
When your feet have begun to hurt.
Home my friend it might not even be
The place where you currently do live
For home my friend is not just a word
But it is, where the heart is.....
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Outsider
The many childhood memories that I have
are lonely ones of being an outsider.
I never mixed very well
and was always the last one,
other children wanted to call a friend.
I was a quiet person
who spent much of his time alone
buried deep within his own thoughts.
At classes, I always got the lowest grades,
on vacation I almost always was on my own.
I would sit for hours just pondering on my thoughts.
I never grew out of being an outsider,
different from the rest.
My early life was over shadowed
by younger sister whom my parents adored.
Every achievement that I made
my sister could do it better.
Not only was I an outsider at school,
but also at home a well.
In 1959, I left the shores
of the place I called home
to go back to the place of my birth.
Not until forty-two years later
would, I set foot on that soil again.
Things in the world had changed,
but not so much for me
as I was still a stranger
in the land I called my home.
13 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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The place I call home
I'm leaving now.
I'm going home.
I'm leaving now.
To the place I call home.
I won't come back.
I'll be at home.
I'll be happy there.
The place I call home.
Where the birds sing.
And the flowers dance.
Where the wind whispers.
In the place I call home.
The children play.
The stars sparkle.
The dogs bark.
In the place I call home.
I'm going now.
To my home.
Where I'll live freely
In the place I call home
poem by MyLittle Secret
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Life is maze
Life path is made of a net work;
One makes a choice at each fork.
Forks are frequent; so are choices.
Some are vital, some trivial.
Choices are made impulsively;
Choices are made instantly;
Choices are made by habit,
Experience, knowledge and faith.
Between pain and pleasure,
Between hedonism and virtues
And between power and possession,
Everyone’s life oscillates.
It is nothing but a sea saw.
Not every choice would click,
However best it appeared.
Your progress is not sure.
Life is maze not made by you.
The success and the failure
Are incidental and accidental.
No choice other than making choice.
13.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Options
Options, options, options,
ever too many choices.
Purple, Black, Blue or Green,
so many whispering voices;
Clint Eastwood, Kirk Douglas, Charly Sheen.
Options, options, options,
your thoughts bubbling away.
No time to choose but Delay:
'Sticks and stones can't break my bones,
but Options they can kill you still!
poem by Madrason writer
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Many Say Our Life's Journey
Many say our life's journey is fashioned from the life choices we make
That due to poor decisions the wrong road we do take
But assumptions to make to some people do come easily
The people who discount what is known as life's destiny,
The child born of parents living in poverty
Disadvantaged from birth what life choice has she or he?
Homeless as teenagers with little to eat
On the dingy sidewalks of Poverty Street
Life choices not for those of the poor streets of town
For most from there life's journey never leads to renown
Homeless as teenagers they turn to drugs and crime
And like their parents before them serve many years of jail time
Life choices are not for everyone it does seem to me
Though with me on this one many would disagree.
poem by Francis Duggan
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New York
In New York freedom looks like
Too many choices
In New York I found a friend
To drown out the other voices
Voices on a cell phone
Voices from home
Voices of the hard sell
Voices down a stairwell
In New York
Just got a place in New York
In New York summers get hot
Well into the hundreds
You can walk around the block
Without a change of clothing
Hot as a hair dryer in your face
Hot as a handbag and a can of mace
New York
I just got a place in New York
New York
song performed by by U2 from All that you can't leave behind
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Over You
Dont wanna be left behind left alone
Waiting for you to call me
Dont wanna have best of times haunting me
Underlining my heartache
Time heals but only time will tell if time heals
Leaving me free of the hold that you have on me
Over you how can I get
Over you must forget
The things you do
I just must get
Over you live my life again
Without you here
I talk to your answer phone its telling me
Please leave your number
Ill call when I get back home
When you hear the tone speak up and clearly
Time heals but only time will tell if time heals
But who do I turn to if you wont return my calls
Over you how can I get
Over you must forget
The things you do
I just must get
Over you live my life again
Without you here
I call your home and your answer phone
Tells me leave your number
Over you how can I get
Over you must forget
The things you do
I just must get
Over you live my life again
Without you here
Over you I just must get
Over you but how will I get
Over you I guess Ill get
Over you it may take some time getting
Over you I may never get
Over you just must get
Over you...
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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18 Years Old
Tomorrow I'm
18 years old
I been waiting for this all my life
I get to do what I want and now I’m free
Live where I want
Do what I never done before
Date who I want to
Chase after my dream
Now I’m young adult and all grown up
I have to be responbility and make right choice
I start getting and understand life
I’m matured young lady
If I get in trouble now
I will go to jail which I will never do
I’m getting ready to be
18 years old
One day I'm going out in this world and face it’s
There is no hiding
I can’t believe this day come already
I been waiting for this day to come
I get to make my own choices now
I’m finally
18 years old
poem by Christina Phan
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