Ars Gratia
If none recall beginning how can end
present a launching pad to bleed penned thought,
the point is taken with emotions caught,
the rune to score the score to tune and mend.
No cut no quill Will needs to print the page
as soldiers twenty six are drilled to play
a part or to engage, reflections sway, -
“go with the flow” and [t}ease shrill strain away.
From ultra violent or to infra read
It matters not as notes that now are sown
form part of parcel of what once was known,
will yet become, door open wide ahead.
Reality and dreams remain the same,
no code, no key, no st[r]ain – let promise flame…
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Nothing Even Matters
Now the skies could fall
Not even if my boss should call
The world it seems so very small
'Cause nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
See I don't need no alcohol
Your love makes me feel ten feet tall
Without it I'd go through withdrawal
'Cause nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
These buildings could drift out to sea
Some natural catastrophe
Still there's no place I'd rather be
'Cause nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
You're part of my identity
I sometimes have the tendency
To look at you religiously
'Cause nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Now you won't find me at no store
I have no time for manicures
With you it's never either or
'Cause nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
Now my team could score
And make it to the Final Four
Just repossess my 4x4
'Cause nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
song performed by by Lauryn Hill from The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill
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For Shrill The Piper Plays His Tune
When thoughts are idle wanderings
Words tumbled round and round
When feelings they turn inwardly
Still I hear the piper's sound.
When happiness is broken
And the Kings and Queens are gone
The piper's tune keeps playing
And I hear his victory song.
For even when awoken
From the sleepiness of time
There's a distant music playing
Heard clear within my mind
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
No-one has seen this piper man
And no-one has seen him play
But we all can hear his mournfulness
And fear for what he'll say
No folds of fathered cornfields
And no breaking of the bread
The piper's tune keeps playing
With his words as yet unsaid.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
We can all hear if we but try
The piper's song so sweet
The musings and meanderings
Of souls lost whole complete
No piper plays before we're born
Before we touch the earth
The piper's tunes they all begin
From the moment of our birth.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
Like happiness disease'd
And all the notes that he plays out
Are our moments ill at ease.
Not one of us pays him to play
Nor gives him any score
For every note that he blows out
Is fully paid before
We entertain our wanderings
And confusion in the mind
For the piper's very soul turns out
To be both yours and mine.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
poem by David Keig
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The Piper (#2)
When I'm confused and wandering
On a journey with no end
My feelings they turn in on me
Uncertain who's my friend
It's then the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tuned is full played out
He carries us away.
We can all hear if we but try
The pipers song so sweet
The musings and meanderings
Of souls lost whole comlete
No piper plays before we are born
Before we touch this earth
The pipers tunes they all begin
From the moment of our birth.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
Like happiness diseased
And all the notes that he plays out
Are our moments ill at ease
No-one it seems pays him to pay
Nor gives him any score
For every note that he blows out
Is paid for by that war
The one that's fought in solitude
And in that loneliness we find
That the pipers very soul turns out
To be both yours and mine.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
poem by David Keig
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Theme for English B
The instructor said,
Go home and write
a page tonight.
And let that page come out of you--
Then, it will be true.
I wonder if it's that simple?
I am twenty-two, colored, born in Winston-Salem.
I went to school there, then Durham, then here
to this college on the hill above Harlem.
I am the only colored student in my class.
The steps from the hill lead down into Harlem,
through a park, then I cross St. Nicholas,
Eighth Avenue, Seventh, and I come to the Y,
the Harlem Branch Y, where I take the elevator
up to my room, sit down, and write this page:
It's not easy to know what is true for you or me
at twenty-two, my age. But I guess I'm what
I feel and see and hear, Harlem, I hear you:
hear you, hear me--we two--you, me, talk on this page.
(I hear New York, too.) Me--who?
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love.
I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
I like a pipe for a Christmas present,
or records--Bessie, bop, or Bach.
I guess being colored doesn't make me not like
the same things other folks like who are other races.
So will my page be colored that I write?
Being me, it will not be white.
But it will be
a part of you, instructor.
You are white--
yet a part of me, as I am a part of you.
That's American.
Sometimes perhaps you don't want to be a part of me.
Nor do I often want to be a part of you.
But we are, that's true!
As I learn from you,
I guess you learn from me--
although you're older--and white--
and somewhat more free.
This is my page for English B.
poem by Langston Hughes
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I had to do this very aggressive, big score in a very short time, and knowing that in the beginning, middle, and end would be this very, very famous theme, but I still had to weave a score around it and make it work as a score was really challenging.
quote by Danny Elfman
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Paint Life’s Book
Play through infra violent ultra read
As animate, inanimate induce
Inner vibrations spelling soul_in_head,
New stimulations which in turn produce
The colours of the mind behind diffuse
Tone temptations senses may seduce.
Heed each heartbeat pulse - though seem abstruse
Echoes of stone to stone, star, star, - what loose
Before appeared, neared, no words need be said.
One second blind, mind focus finds, to spread,
Over dimensions few tune into, fed
Kabbalah key all questions will reduce,
OFfer solutions to the here and now -
LIFE is an open book, - touch, know no fear!
© Jonathan Robin – Acrostic sonnet written 19 April 2005
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Poem #065, Sonnet #25: Score
Now is the day, the boundary of July
The close of buoyancy, the end of play
Today my boyhood hums its elegye
To welcome ripeness, Lord! I’m score today.
Score… and the world is now a different place
A sober earth, a sky of gravity
I must inurn my years and wear the face
Of sapience… Ave fair Melancholy!
Score… and the word reechoes everywhere
I see it in the quiet of the thicket
I sense it in the stillness of the air
I feel it in the torpor of my spirit
Score… and my soul surrenders to the truth
I’m twenty now, farewell sweet days of youth!
Blaouza
July 31st 1989
poem by Samer Madbak
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Steps
Maybe one step ahead, maybe two
I could ease my day a little
Maybe two steps ahead, maybe twenty
I won’t be chased in doing my work
Maybe twenty steps ahead, maybe plenty
I could enjoy my day at peace
Maybe plenty steps ahead, maybe more
I won’t be surprised by any outcome
Maybe more steps ahead, maybe none
I let my life to be freely flow
Maybe no step ahead, maybe just one
I could focus on what I want to achieve
Maybe one step ahead, maybe two
I could take a little nap
Maybe two steps ahead, maybe twenty
I won’t be alerted every time
Maybe twenty steps ahead, maybe plenty
I could prepare the worst
Maybe plenty steps ahead, maybe more
I won’t be bothered by all strategy maneuvers
Maybe more steps ahead, maybe none
I don’t really care about that anymore
Maybe no step ahead, maybe just one
I won’t waste my energy to worry
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Do What You Will.
‘The best, you left with me! ’
That part I loved in you
Is with me still,
And dream-sleeps in my memory –
Do what you will.
Nor will your storms and tempests
In their shallow pique
Drive it away.
Your moods and clamours melt
At my disarray.
To mutter at the distances
Long laid between us;
With sword, spite and quill,
You cut me at the quick,
I score your spill.
‘Til you do leave, have gone,
To leave me with this,
One battered heart;
I stroke and touch at will
Your better part.
While you play now at roaming
To mourn black birth,
In some deep glooming
At the dark side of the earth.
25 July 1985
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Shes Knocking At My Door
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
Shes knocking at my door
That little angel knows the score
Shes knocking at my door
But I wont let her out no more
I want a piece of that pie
Shes driving me completely wild
Shes giving me a private dance
Shes playing with my confidence
The way shes coming down the stairs
Makes me surrender just right there
This girl is out of this world
Heaven must be a place on earth
Shes knocking at my door
That little angel knows the score
Shes knocking at my door
But I wont let her out no more
Shes like a shot of adrenaline
She made me fly with broken wings
With nothing but the radio on
Her body is the song I want
Shes knocking at my door
That little angel knows the score
Shes knocking at my door
But I wont let her out no more
The light is on but no ones home tonight
We lock the door, we turn the key
And throw it right outside
Come on and set me free
If you had candy once before
For you keep coming back for more
Shes got the sweetest touch of all
The longest legs that I recall
Before she leaves she turns around
The elevator takes her down
She says oh well the city rocks
I go to sleep but then it knocks
Shes knocking at my door
That little angel knows the score
Shes knocking at my door
But I wont let her out no more
...
song performed by by Scorpions
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At the San Francisco Airport
This is the terminal: the light
Gives perfect vision, false and hard;
The metal glitters, deep and bright/
Great planes are waiting in the yard-
They are already in the night.
And you are here beside me, small.
Containted and fragile, and intent
On things that I but half recall-
Yet going whither you are bent.
I am the past, and that is all.
But you and I in part are one:
The frightened brain, the nervous will,
The knowledge of what must be done,
The passion to acquire the skill
To face that which you dare not shun.
The rain of matter upon sense
Destroys me momently. The score:
There comes what will come. The expense
Is what one thought, and something more-
One's being and intelligence.
This is the terminal, the break.
Beyond this point, on lines of air,
You take the way that you must take;
And I remain in light and stare-
In light, and nothing else, awake.
poem by Yvor Winters
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Just a little bit more color
I play my part with human heart
I play my part in the guilt of the centuries
I play my part with the great hope of the ever lasting.
When my emotions soar,
their who I am, and as defiant as I am.
With opinions so different, words go a skew,
You say I can get through.
I say I know with every encouraging word I show.
I come knocking but not to learn but to teach.
You are already knocking not to learn but to teach.
We are similar indeed.
My ways differ but are the same
I prefer to build someone up over talking about myself.
I only do it if must, an in this conversation we have discuss
So what about you, what life peril have you overcome.
Why do you feel the need to be the righteous one.
It shows you know that, I see it, as a book I've already read.
the question is will you let me in as i did.
We all have our fronts and code of arms, that protects us every day. Sometimes we need to hear it.
You'll be okay.
And every thing gets brighter and adds a little more color.
So my friend thank you for the wave lengths of color.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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London River
Half a score o' sailormen that want to sail once more,
Cruising round the waterside with the Peter at the fore!
Half a score o' sailormen the sea will never drown -
Seven days in open boats a-drifting up and down! -
Out to find another ship and sail from London Town!
Half a score o' sailormen broke and on the rocks,
Linking down Commercial Road, tramping round the Docks,
Half a score o' sailormen, torpedoed twice before,
Once was in the Channel chops, once was off the Nore,
Last was in the open sea five hundred mile from shore!
Half a score o' sailormen that want to sail again -
And her cargo's all aboard her, and it's blowing up for rain!
Half a score o' sailormen that won't come home to tea -
For she's dropping down the river with the Duster flying free -
Down the London River on the road to the open sea!
poem by Cicely Fox Smith
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Little Suzie
Got credit cards in my pockets
But I walk past bums all day
Why why why
I see dealers pushing poisons
But I have nothing to say
Why why why
I date two people at the same time
Knowing it is twice the sin
Why why why
Oh yes I have this little problem here I'm being vain again
Why why
Hey man I'm just listening to His teachings my soul and heart
This is God's movie and I'm just trying to play my part
Time is running out and we've broken the seventh seal
The more I read I realize that UFOs are real
Hey little Suzie
You don't have to cry no more
hey little Bobby
Don't you worry about the war
Hey little Jessica
You just keep up with the score
Cuz God closes the windows
Next thing you know He opens doors
I blew my paycheck getting real high today
Why why why
I lied and told my nephew that I had no more time to play
Why why why
I saw this lady gettin robbed I looked away
Why why why
I put my grandma in a home and made her stay
Why why
Hey man I'm just listening to His teachings my soul and heart
This is God's movie and I'm just trying to play my part
Time is running out and we've broken the seventh seal
The more I read I realize that UFOs are real
Hey little Suzie
You don't have to cry no more
hey little Bobby
Don't you worry about the war
Hey little Jessica
You just keep up with the score
Cuz God closes the windows
Next thing you know He opens doors
Singing la la la la la
Singing la la la la la
I give in church
But you are asking me where it really goes
Why why why
I could give more but I end up spending it on shoes and clothes
Why why why
I chew ice, look at my watch some Middle Eastern babies sold
Why why why
In the winter I have furs knowing some poor child is cold
Why why
Hey man I'm just listening to His teachings my soul and heart
This is God's movie and I'm just trying to play my part
Time is running out and we've broken the seventh seal
The more I read I realize that UFOs are real
What if the holy trinity was Christians, Muslims, Jews
Yet we bomb eachother for more coverage on the news
He was this he wasn't that he never touched the girl either way
Our messiah shall save the world
Hey little Suzie
You don't have to cry no more
hey little Bobby
Don't you worry about th war
Hey little Jessica
You just keep up with the score
Cuz God closes windows
Next thing you know He opens doors
(singing la la la la la)
Hey little Suzie
You don't have to cry no more
hey little Bobby
Don't you worry about th war
Hey little Jessica
You just keep up with the score
Cuz God closes windows
Next thing you know He opens doors
Singing la la la la la
Singing la la la la la
Singing la la la la la
song performed by by Kelis
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S.O.S. Medecins
S.O.S. MEDECINS
Analyst
To be sure, as before,
when he walks through the door,
her poor heart will again be at ease;
each imaginary ill
will be silent, or stiill, -
for ‘tis only the mind’s maladies!
When her pulse’s tremor
can’t be felt anymore,
then he’ll ask about neuroses,
why her senses shriek shrill?
why her faculties fill
with the buzzing of billions of bees.
Why tears flow by the score?
Why morale is so poor?
Why anxieties cause allergies?
Why do fears self fulfill?
Why do fantasies thrill?
and so many such symptoms as these.
Of the problem the core
is her psyche is sore,
though no dangers imperil the brain;
but the journey’s uphill
once emotions outspill,
to restore her rapport he’ll explain.
Under medical law
whats repressed must outpour,
as she suffers severely from strain;
so he’ll pop in a pill
which will last her until
she can call upon him once again.
S.O.S. Medecins
Cynic
One should set little score
on the scares of poor squaw,
when swearing her arteries freeze
Jill can conquer her chill,
there’s no chance it could kill,
fears of mice fade so fast before cheese.
Nowadays the error
most men make, I’ve heard swore,
thwhen frail females of faintness complain;
is to pander until
cash is emptied from till,
or fair dames objectives attain!
Set a trap just before
Doctor raps on the door,
Love repeat, humble pie eat to please,
Promise dress, time to kill,
plan a trip to Seville,
see, surprise, she’ll arise from her knees.
On reserves straight she’ll draw,
back to health to restore
her persona, control she’d regain;
for despite Doctor’s skill
she no longer feels ill, -
will from future depressions refrain.
It is best to ignore
scenes and swoons to the floor,
proving psychosomatic disease:
before doctor can fill
out his visiting bill,
dangers fading once granted maid’s Will.
18 January 1981
robi03_0172_robi03_0000 XXX_JXX
poem by Jonathan Robin
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An Introduction To The Ensuing Discourse.
These lines I at this time present
To all that will them heed,
Wherein I show to what intent
God saith, Convert[2] with speed.
For these four things come on apace,
Which we should know full well,
Both death and judgment, and, in place
Next to them, heaven and hell.
For doubtless man was never born
For this life and no more:
No, in the resurrection morn
They must have weal or woe.
Can any think that God should take
That pains, to form a man
So like himself, only to make
Him here a moment stand?
Or that he should make such ado,
By justice, and by grace;
By prophets and apostles too,
That men might see his face?
Or that the promise he hath made,
Also the threatenings great,
Should in a moment end and fade?
O! no, this is a cheat.
Besides, who is so mad, or worse,
To think that Christ should come
From glory, to be made a curse,
And that in sinners' room,
If nothing should by us be had
When we are gone from hence,
But vanities, while here? O mad
And foolish confidence.
Again, shall God, who is the truth,
Say there is heaven and hell
And shall men play that trick of youth
To say, But who can tell?
Shall he that keeps his promise sure
In things both low and small,
Yet break it like a man impure,
In matters great'st of all?
O, let all tremble at that thought,
That puts on God the lie,
That saith men shall turn unto nought
When they be sick and die.
Alas, death is but as the door
Through which all men do pass,
To that which they for evermore
Shall have by wrath or grace.
Let all therefore that read my lines,
Apply them to the heart:
Yea, let them read, and turn betimes,
And get the better part.
Mind therefore what I treat on here,
Yea, mind and weigh it well;
'Tis death and judgment, and a clear
Discourse of heaven and hell.
poem by John Bunyan
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Part Of Your Life
J. spinks
Youre taking this hard - and I still dont know
If weve got a price - Ill let you go
I dont wanna be just a part of your life
I cant complain if Im not sure
Ill only remain if youre still pure
Im not gonna be just a part of your life
You know I wont share you with another man
So dont expect me to try and understand
I dont wanna be just a part of your life
(chorus)
Theres another choice
Theres another dream
Theres another place
Another reason for living
Theres another face
Theres another mind
Theres another soul
Another heart I could find
I dont wanna be just a part of your life
I dont wanna know what might be wrong
Start looking for something that might be gone
Im not gonna be just a part of your life
Making up for lost time wont ease the pain
Or start looking for something - just to ease the strain
I dont wanna be just a part of your life
(chorus)
I dont want a friend just to turn to
I dont need a hand that can only pull me through
Im not gonna be just a part of your life
I dont wanna be just a part of your life
song performed by by Outfield
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You And This War
You are part of this war. You
pay taxes. You are not part of this
war. No one in charge cares what
you think. You are part of this
war. You go to work each day
and remain quiet on the subject.
You pave the path of least
resistance. You are not part of this
war. You watch images of it and
read words about it from a great
distance. You are part of this war.
You are one 200 millionths of this
nation. You are not part of this
war. You do not fight in it or
fight to stop it. You are
part of this war.
poem by Hans Ostrom
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Even The Score
I stayed up all night long
Drinkin and thinkin bout you
Is there anything left at all
Is there anything that I can do
cause I dont know what to say anymore
I dont know how to even the score with you, with you
Starin hard at that big front door
Is it time now to find my shoes
It aint the loss of love no more
Im just tryin hard to live with you
cause I dont know what to say anymore
And I dont know how to even the score with you, with you
With you, with you
cause I dont know what to say anymore
And I dont know how to even the score with you, oh, with you
Is love a question, whos weak, whos strong
I cant see it, wheres a compromise
Its so confusin where this thing has gone
Its gotta stop, youve gotta realize
cause I dont know what to say anymore
And I dont know how to even the score with you, oh, with you
Yes, with you, oh, with you
cause I dont know what to say anymore
And I dont know how to even the score with you, oh, with you
Yes, with you, oh, with you
I dont know what to say anymore
And I dont know how to even the score with you, oh, with you
Yes, with you, oh, with you
song performed by by America
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Something More
there is a part of me in you,
in every move you make,
every thought you think,
in every sleepless night...
there is a part of you in me,
in every time i do the right thing,
every gentle and good thought,
in everything i believe...
there is a part of us in God,
and a part of God in us;
that cannot be seperated
and still feed the flame of living.
there is a part of love, and the whole,
written by our destinies.
you and i, and something more,
that words cannot define.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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