Wet Steps
I looked at my lips this evening
to ask if there was some mistake.
You kissed me off
in the current that made struggle.
I did the dogpaddle
and called for survival.
My wife so religious
called for a revival.
Well I drank my last Bud
and waded in a puddle.
My life is a picture so clear
yet so subtle.
Related quotes
The 1st Mistake I Ever Made
I ain't got no claim to nothing.
I don't mess with anyone.
I walk my way living in a masquerade.
And one day I looked behind me at all the things I've done.
That's the 1st mistake I ever made.
I was born to a lonely women in a town called Buffalo.
Never knew the man who never stayed.
With my 12-string on my back I discovered every track.
That's the 1st mistake I ever made.
With a million hearts I've broken.
I never kept the score.
Memories of good love hate to stay.
But I still remember someone who loved me so much more.
That's the 1st mistake I ever made.
So
song performed by by Bee Gees from Two Years On
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The 1st Mistake I Made
I aint got no claim to nothing.
I dont mess with anyone.
I walk my way living in a masquerade.
And one day I looked behind me at all the things Ive done.
Thats the 1st mistake I ever made.
I was born to a lonely women in a town called buffalo.
Never knew the man who never stayed.
With my 12-string on my back I discovered every track.
Thats the 1st mistake I ever made.
With a million hearts Ive broken.
I never kept the score.
Memories of good love hate to stay.
But I still remember someone who loved me so much more.
Thats the 1st mistake I ever made.
So, when nothings worth the living and in the night I look above.
Prayed, about a million times I prayed.
I know my story ended when I lost my only love.
Thats the 1st mistake I ever made.
I was born to a lonely women in a town called buffalo.
Never knew the man who never stayed.
With my 12-string on my back I discovered every track.
Thats the 1st mistake I ever made.
song performed by by Bee Gees
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXXX: Story
Story about future is called imagination
Story about past is called memories
Story about present is called reality
Story that becomes true is called prophecy
Story that becomes unfulfilled is called regret
Story that becomes no end is called boasting
Small story is called experience
Epic story is called history
Forgotten story is called lesson
Story that becomes obsession is called ambition
Story that becomes untold is called secret
Story that becomes go its own way is called life
poem by Maria Sudibyo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Don't Go Home With Your Hard-on
I was born in a beauty salon
My father was a dresser of hair
My mother was a girl you could call on
When you called she was always there.
When you called she was always there
When you called she was always there
When you called she was always there
When you called she was always there.
Ah but don't go home with your hard-on
It will only drive you insane
You can't shake it (or break it) with your Motown
You can't melt it down in the rain.
You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain
You can't melt it down in the rain.
I've looked behind all of the faces
That smile you down to you knees
And the lips that say
song performed by by Leonard Cohen from Death Of A Ladies' Man
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Walk
I called you after midnight
Then ran until my heart burst
I passed the howling woman
And stood outside your door
We walked around the lake
And woke up in the rain
And everyone turned over
Troubled in their dreams again
Visiting time is over
And so we walk away
And both play dead then cry out loud
Why we always cry this way?
I kissed you in the water
And made your dry lips sing
I saw you look
Like a japanese baby
In an instant i remembered everything
I called you after midnight
Then ran until my heart burst
I passed the howling woman
And stood outside your door
I kissed you in the water
And made your dry lips sing
I saw you look
Like a japanese baby
In an instant i remembered everything
song performed by by Cure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Walk
I called you after midnight
Then ran until my heart burst
I passed the howling woman
And stood outside your door
We walked around the lake
And woke up in the rain
And everyone turned over
Troubled in their dreams again
Visiting time is over
And so we walk away
And both play dead then cry out loud
Why we always cry this way?
I kissed you in the water
And made your dry lips sing
I saw you look
Like a Japanese baby
In an instant I remembered everything
I called you after midnight
Then ran until my heart burst
I passed the howling woman
And stood outside your door
I kissed you in the water
And made your dry lips sing
I saw you look
Like a Japanese baby
In an instant I remembered everything
song performed by by Cure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Road to Success
The road to success is not straight,
There is a curve called FAILURE,
A loop called CONFUSION,
Speed bumps called FRIENDS,
Red light called ENEMIES and
caution lights called FAMILY.
But if you have a spare called
DETERMINATION,
An engine called PERSEVERANCE,
Insurance called FAITH and
A driver called JESUS (GOD, ALLAH, ISHVAR)
You will make it to a place called
SUCCESS
poem by Pratiksha Jain
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Diabolist
Me alone and God
climbing this hill
called life:
My deepest thoughts
I cannot share
even with my dearest friends.
When I pour my heart out,
when I sing the blues,
their cloven lips
clap, claptrap
on the evening news.
Me alone and God
climbing this hill
called life:
In the solid core of my mind,
I realize,
Satan can accomplish
nothing without acquiescence.
For all his evil deeds
he needs accomplices.
Me alone and God
climbing this hill
called life:
From time to time
the Adversary baits and switch.
Discontent is his arsenal tool.
He plays us for the fool
with his enticements.
Me alone and God
climbing this hill
called life:
Fighting off Diabolist,
anticipating his tricks.
We knew he could act,
we knew he could rap
and we both knew he is wily like that.
poem by Buxton Shippy
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
You Ain't So Tough
What in the world did I do
to deserve you
I don't understand why you
treat me that way
You knew you were everything
I ever wanted
You had your own ways of making me pay
Then you took it just a little too far
Now I see you for what you are
I don't need the heartache anymore
Loving you was an endless fight
I was wrong and you were always right
But look what happened when I called
your bluff
When the truth comes out
you ain't so tough
You turned me into an emotional prisoner
You hit me with words that cut to the bone
Then you kissed me and made me believe that
I needed you
And think I could never survive on my own
Never thought that I would break away
Now I see right through your power play
And I don't feel so helpless after all
Loving you was an endless fight
I was wrong and you were always right
But look what happened when I called
your bluff
When the truth comes out
you ain't so tough
You took me too far to forgive it
That was your last mistake
That was your last mistake
Loving you was an endless fight
I was wrong and you were always right
But look what happened when I called
your bluff
When the truth comes out
you ain't so tough
You take it all but you don't give back
You feel strong when the odds are stacked
But there comes a time when enough's enough
When the truth comes out you ain't so tough
You ain't so tough
song performed by by Heart from Bad Animals
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Thieves Like Us
Ive watched your face for a long time
Its always the same
Ive studied the cracks and the wrinkles
You were always so vain
Well, now you live your life like a shadow
In the pouring rain
Oh, its called love
Yes, its called love
Oh, its called love
And it belongs to us
Oh, it dies so quickly
It grows so slowly
But when it dies, it dies for good
Its called love
And it belongs to everyone but us
Ive lived my life in the valleys
Ive lived my life on the hills
Ive lived my life on alcohol
Ive lived my life on pills
But its called love
And it belongs to us
Its called love
And its the only thing thats worth living for
Its called love
And it belongs to us
Its called love
Yes its called love
Oh, love is found in the east and west
But when love is at home, its the best
Love is the cure for every evil
Love is the air that supports the eagle
Its called love
And its so un-cool
Its called love
And somehow its become unmentionable
Its called love
And it belongs to every one of us
Its called love
And it cuts your life like a broken knife
song performed by by New Order
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
God’s Revival
Some may focus on survival, when what we need is true revival,
Revival of the spiritual kind, which moves in the heart and mind.
Revival may be man’s desire, but comes from one much higher,
The revival that I’m speaking of, comes through the Lord above.
Before revival can have a start, we must first prepare our heart,
Just like a farmer prepares a field, so that a new crop will yield,
Preparing our heart to be right, as broken for God and contrite,
So God can have His way in us, in the likeness of Christ Jesus.
Humility is that place to start, as believers seek to do their part,
As we yield our heart to Him, for God to change us from within.
Next we take this need and care, to a Sovereign Lord in prayer,
Who alone moves hearts of men, like nothing else on earth can.
Then as we seek God’s face, He sends upon His people Grace,
Along with His Spirit, to do His will, as God’s purpose we fulfill.
And friend, with all this in mind, we must leave old ways behind,
Turning away from all evil ways, as we seek to give God praise.
Praise not from things men do, but, how God uses me and you,
As we turn away from our sin, and His Revival, God does begin,
With His purpose and in His time, not by man’s religious design,
Using this present generation, to share His Gospel of Salvation.
(Copyright ©04/2008)
Identity Crisis!
When born, I was called “baby”
And later they called me “Abby”
Within 5 years they called me “student”
And for 7 years, like that I spent
Then they called me “teen”
I loved it and felt like a queen
Then I was called “woman”
And those times, were the best
Then some one tied a knot and called me “wife”
I hated those times, it was horrible and gross
In years I became “mother”
It was beautiful but tough
Then being called “grandma”
My times got better and better
Then at last I was called “old”
And my body was frail and cold
All this time I wondered,
Where my identity has gone
Some where in the middle, I had lost it
Through the ages, I had a crisis
An identity crisis to say!
DECEMBER 23,2008
poem by Sania Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Road To Success isn’t As The Crow Flies
The road to success is not as the crow flies
There are derailments and breakdowns
Speed breakers are called uncertainty
Humps are called hurdles of life
Neon signs are called friends to guide you
And consciousness is called Family make you aware of
But if you have a spare wheel called willpower,
A strong engine called firmness,
Car insurance called confidence, and
A car driving skill is called Faith,
I m sure you will drive your car successfully
Towards the road of success
poem by Dr Shamim ali
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Star 69
You dont have to take the bar exam to see
What you did is ignoramus 103
Where have I got to hang my hat
You dont have line to me
All this just to be your friend
I was there to tell you
Extortion and arson, petty larceny
I know you called. I know you called. I know you called.
I know you called. I know you called. I know you hung up my line.
Star 69.
I know all about the warehouse fire.
I know squirrelies didnt chew the wire.
Three people have my number, the other two were with me.
I dont stand tall, but Im not your patsy.
This time you have gone too far with me.
I know you called. I know you called. I know you called.
I know you called. I know you called. I know you hung up my line.
Star 69.
Whyd you put your quarter down on me?
This reads like some dark inside edition, hard copy.
I cant be your character witness, I cant be your alibi.
Dont arrange the fbi, here this spy versus spy.
You my friend are guilty as can be.
I know you called. I know you called. I know you called.
I know you called. I know you called. I cant be your alibi.
Star 69.
song performed by by REM
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Never Let Me Down
When I believed in nothing I called her name
Trapped in a high-dollar joint in some place I called her name
And though my days were slipping by
And nights so cruel I thought Id die
She danced her little dance till it made me cry
She was shakin like this honey doing that
When I needed soul revival I called your name
When I was falling to pieces I screamed in pain
Your soothing hand that turned me round
A love so real swept over me
You danced your little dance till it made me cry
You were shakin like this honey doing that
Never let me down
She never let me down
Never let me down
She never let me down
When all your faith is failing call my name
When youve got nothing coming call my name
Ill be strong for all it takes
Ill cover your head till the bad stuff breaks
Ill dance my little dance till it makes you smile
Shaking like this honey doing that
Never let you down
Ill never let you down
Ill never let you down
Ill never let you down
Oh no
song performed by by David Bowie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
What used to be called liberal is now called radical, what used to be called radical is now called insane, what used to be called reactionary is now called moderate, and what used to be called insane is now called solid conservative thinking.
quote by Tony Kushner
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Mary Called Him 'Mister
They'd parted but a year before—she never thought he’d come,
She stammer’d, blushed, held out her hand, and called him ‘Mister Gum.’
How could he know that all the while she longed to murmur ‘John.’
He called her ‘Miss le Brook,’ and asked how she was getting on.
They’d parted but a year before; they’d loved each other well,
But he’d been to the city, and he came back such a swell.
They longed to meet in fond embrace, they hungered for a kiss—
But Mary called him ‘Mister,’ and the idiot called her ‘Miss.’
He stood and lean’d against the door—a stupid chap was he—
And, when she asked if he’d come in and have a cup of tea,
He looked to left, he looked to right, and then he glanced behind,
And slowly doffed his cabbage-tree, and said he ‘didn’t mind.’
She made a shy apology because the meat was tough,
And then she asked if he was sure his tea was sweet enough;
He stirred the tea and sipped it twice, and answer’d ‘plenty, quite;’
And cut the smallest piece of beef and said that it was ‘right.’
She glanced at him at times and cough’d an awkward little cough;
He stared at anything but her and said, ‘I must be off.’
That evening he went riding north—a sad and lonely ride—
She locked herself inside her room, and there sat down and cried.
They’d parted but a year before, they loved each other well—
But she was such a country girl and he was such a swell ;
They longed to meet in fond embrace, they hungered for a kiss—
But Mary called him ‘Mister’ and the idiot called her ‘Miss.
poem by Henry Lawson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
I Search
I search for that something called an Identity
I search for the eternally dynamic being called 'me'
I search for that ever-elusive ray of Hope
That'll steady my walk on life's tightrope
I search for that stroke of Brilliance
That'll make me stand out among millions
I search for that much-needed Common Sense
That'll help me to decipher utter nonsense
I search for that slippery thing called Fame
That'll erase all my past memories of shame
I search for that quality called Tenacity
That'll help me cope with life's complexity
I search for that something called a Carefree Life
That'll remove me from worries and Danger's knife
I search for something called an Identity
And I still search for that being called 'me'
poem by Rony Patra
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
We have common enemies today. It's called childhood poverty. It's called cancer. It's called AIDS. It's called Parkinson's. It's called Muscular Dystrophy.
quote by Jerry Doyle
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Mirror
Into my eyes he lovingly looked,
My arms about his neck were twined,
And in the mirror of my eyes,
What but his image did he find?
Upon my dark-hued eyes he pressed
His lips with breath of passion rare.
The rogue! 'Twas not my eyes he kissed;
He kissed his picture mirrored there.
poem by Yehudah HaLevi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!