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Let Our Knuckles Touch

Let our knuckles touch.
In ball fisted softness.
Once flung prepared to land a punch.
But not today.
This is a way we show we can be brothers.
Some sisters do this too.
And let our eyes stop rolling in our heads,
Like dice ready to shoot!
Let us fix our gaze.
And remove the pouts from our lips.
Experience our beauty...
Let us do!
Unstead of our ugliness.
Since so many of us,
Can no longer afford this 'trip'.
Let our knuckles touch.
In ball fisted softness.
Or open up our arms...
To welcome an embrace!

'Gimme sum-a dees...
'for I go up side yo head! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Them Heavy People

Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.
They arrived at an inconvenient time.
I was hiding in a room in my mind.
They made me look at myself. I saw it well.
Id shut the people out of my life.
So now I take the opportunities:
Wonderful teachers ready to teach me.
I must work on my mind. for now I realise:
Everyone of us has a heaven inside.
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot.
Them heavy people help me.
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.
They open doorways that I thought were shut for good.
They read me gurdjieff and jesu.
They build up my body, break me emotionally.
Its nearly killing me, but what a lovely feeling!
I love the whirling of the dervishes.
I love the beauty of rare innocence.
You dont need no crystal ball,
Dont fall for a magic wand.
We humans got it all, we perform the miracles.
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot.
Them heavy people help me.
Them heavy people hit me in a soft spot.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball, rolling the ball to me.
Rolling the ball, rolling the ball...

song performed by by Kate Bush
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White Knuckles

Smack dab flat on my back
The solid ground began to crack
I pulled her down and down and down
I lost my breath
I thought I'd drown
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Her leg, my hand, a smoldering brand
Sticking to her wet body like sand
Her place, distaste, we fell from grace
Red smears across her face
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
White knuckles!
White knuckles!
White knuckles!
White knuckles

song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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One Meat Ball

(l. singer-h.zaret)
The little man walked up and down
To find an eating place in town
He read the menu through and through
To see what fifteen cents could do
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, he could afford but one meat ball
He told the waiter near at hand
A simple dinner he had planned
The guests were startled one and all to hear
That waiter loudly call
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, this here gent wants one meat ball
Little man felt very bad
One meat ball was all he had
And in his dreams he hears that call
Ya gets no bread with one meat ball
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, you get no bread with one meat ball
Well, he could afford but one meat ball
One meat ball, one meat ball
All he could afford was one meat ball
One meat ball

song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Gimmie Gimmie Gimmie

Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
I need it more
I need it more
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Don't ask what for
Don't ask what for
Sitting here like a loaded gun
Waiting to go off
I've got nothing to do
But shoot my mouth off
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
I need it more
I need it more
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Don't ask what for
Don't ask what for
I know the worlds got problems
I've got problems of my own
They aint the kind that
Can be solved with an
Atom bomb!
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
I need it more
I need it more
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Don't ask what for
Don't ask what for
You know I'm gonna go out
Get something for my head
If I keep on doing this
I'm gonna end up dead
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
I need it more
I need it more
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Don't ask what for
Don't ask what for
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
I need it more
I need it more
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme
Don't ask what for
Don't ask what for

song performed by by A Perfect Circle
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When i see you

When i see you in the morning your beauty overwhelms me
i long to wrap my arms around you
so you can press your softness so tight to me
the passion we have for each other fill all of my inner being
because i'm captured in your present
your eyes empty my very soul
the touch of your lips melt me
i will be forever frozen in time
ever thing else fades into nothing

poem by George Albot
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beauty

i agree what you say about inner beauty

the windows of your soul
through your eyes
to the secret chambers of your heart
holiness and peace
glow like burning fire in your head
as you evoke your presence

forgive me, but i am more tempted
as usual
to the external
the flesh that wraps your bones
the curves that travel around your body
the warmth of your arms
the softness of your touch
your lips
and breasts your thighs and groins
i see them more now as i kiss you

i am young. so young to see to want these all.
i do not bother about your soul

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beauty

i agree what you say about inner beauty

the windows of your soul
through your eyes
to the secret chambers of your heart
holiness and peace
glow like burning fire in your head
as you evoke your presence

i am young. so young to see
to want these all.
i do not bother about your soul

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poets of Uganda (1976)

Whatever happened
To the poets of Uganda?
In the meantime –
We were as perfect as their bones could predict
We could not squander what they did not achieve
They heavy dead
We light and loving

Too human for politics
Deaf to abasement, to dictator’s fame
To the cackle of the fisted man
In the hours of giving

Please live with us, they say
Please touch us lovingly

I will be a husband to my brothers
Give you passion gently
Dwelling at your beauty
For all our poet-sakes.

poem by Frank Bana
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Open Arms

If love is what you want
Baby here I am
If tenderness is what you need
Ive got that to give
If you need some affection
Baby these are open arms
Open arms open arms open arms open arms
You come hem youve had a hard day
Every door you tried to open
Was closing in your face
Im right here Ill be right here
Ill embrace you
Ill be open with my heart
Ill let you in
Ill be open with my thoughts
Ill be your best friend
If you need some attention
Baby these are open arms
Open arms open arms open arms open arms
Every corner you turn
Trouble come your way
But when you get home
Ill try to be there
And Ill embrace you
These are
These are
These are
Open arms
If time is what you need
Baby Ill stop the clocks
If youre looking for something
Maybe Ive got what you want
If theres one thing to remember
Dont forget that these are open arms
Open arms open arms open arms open arms
These are
These are
These are
Open arms

song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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For the People of East Africa

how can we go on not believing,
how can we turn our heads?
when children are starving
and people are dying...
are we alive or are we dead?

our brothers, our sisters,
we can feel your pain from here.
what can we do and
what can we change...
to see the world through your tears?

how can we see and not know
that what's happening to you...
is a part of us, is in
the very heart of us,
we're responsible, we're due!

our brothers, our sisters,
we can feel your pain from here.
what can we do and
what can we change...
to see the world through your tears?

the family of man so far apart,
we've lost the meaning in our souls.
until we join hearts to hands,
and walk side by side...
we'll never touch and never hold.

our brothers, our sisters,
we can feel your pain from here.
what can we do and
what can we change...
to see the world through your tears?

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Softness with CanDy...

CanDy.....?

serve softness into
the twilight of stars that slide down rainbows

enrich softness warmed in a Milky Way
spiral sourced to promote dreamer’s significance

arouse the writer in waiting with inspired insights
to slip softness onto the glossary indescribable
as hmmmmmmmmmmmmmms and oooooooohhss and
arrrrrrrrrssssssssssssssssss hhhhuuu hhhhuuu hhhhh
Mneeennmmm ooooooooaaaahhhh

encompass softness in the word press of marshmallows
laid out as my mattress with fingers in alabaster coatings
to touch radiance against skins paleness

find softness in rainchecks raised as protectiveness
in the lightness of umbrella’s shield like warrior
against eccentric meltdowns or ozone holes

and then… CanDy be allowed… to

feather stroke in nimbleness my body to yours
so that every heart beat disappears to travel
continuance time clocked as period bells
sounding colour pastels uniqueness
imprinted as passion scent expressions
that can equal no other experience
in a safety warp of no regrets...

poem by Pssive W Nker
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Keepin'-Th'Big-Ball Bouncin

Caught up in the nonsense.
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncing.

And waiting for some annoucement...
To stop that loud sound that pounds!

Caught up in the nonsense.
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncing.

Yet hypnotized to the aspect,
Folks stay ready to pounce.
But no one moves to unload the packs,
Stacked on their backs.
Mounting are their burdens,
And some like it like that!

Caught up in the nonsense.
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncing.

Bitten lips,
Bleeding blood.
Taking it.
With the moaning.

Sighing in their pain with pleas...
As if they seek someone to please.
And squeezing sweat from handkerchieves...
In fields they're proud to plow,
But gone!

Caught up in the nonsense.
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncing.

With a dragging of their feet...
To feed defeat on urban streets.
And reminiscing this so easy,
As if this beat succeeds.
And it does.

A nothingness achieved...
Like this does.

Caught up in the nonsense.
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncing.
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncing.
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncing.
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncing.
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncing.
And...
A nothingness achieved,
Like this does.

Ahhhh...bouncin'
Keepin'-th'big-b all bouncin'
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncin'
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncin'
Ahhhh...bouncin'
Keepin'-th'big-ba ll bouncin'
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncin'
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncin'
Ahhhh...bouncin'
Keepin'-th'big-ba ll bouncin'
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncin'
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncin'
Ahhhh...bouncin'
Keepin'-th'big-ba ll bouncin'
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncin'
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncin'

And nothing gets achieved...

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blondes

(rod stewart / jim cregan)
Is it a matter of opinion
Or just a contradiction
But from where I come from
All the blondes have more fun
Well just awatch them sisters on a saturday night
Peroxide causin all the fights
I took a rose in texas
She gimme plenty of practice
But I couldnt touch the surface
cos of recent facelift
She had no idea what loves about
cept the one oclock call on the casting couch
Sissy from new york
Was on the cover of new vogue
I aint supposed to be available
So completely untouchable
I got a limousine n bodyguard and chaperone
But God knows rodder just needs to ball
You can keep your black and your red heads
You can keep your brunettes too
I wanna girl thats semi intelligent
Gimme a blonde thats six feet two boy
And that aint all
I had a crush on bardot
Fell in love with monroe
Read about em in the nationals
All the juicy little scandals
But I never saw em dancin at the county hall
With the short fat guys prematurely bald
Dig this
You can keep your black and your red heads
You can keep your brunettes too
Dont wanna subservient woman
Gimme a blonde thats six feet two boy
And that aint all

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Blondes Have More Fun

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Leaving Ugliness To Forget

Needed...
Is much more love.
Needed...
Is faith and hope.
With a touch one gives,
To hug!

And needed,
Is a bit more patience.
And not all that ugliness...
Pushed from anyone's lips.

Needed...
Are a few recipes.
Those kind that mixes joy...
With a rise to increase peace.

And what we need,
Is an empathy believed.
We are together here...
And not bits of eaten cheese.

Needed...
Is much more love.

Needed...
Is faith and hope.
With a touch one gives,
With lots of hugs!

And needed,
Is a bit more patience.
And not all that ugliness...
Just to push,
From anyone's lips.

We don't need that ugliness,
Just to push,
From anyone's lips.

No no no no!
We don't need that ugliness...
Just to push,
From anyone's lips.

Oh no oh no no...
We don't need that ugliness.
An ugliness like this,
To forget!

Oh no oh no no...
We don't need that ugliness.
An ugliness like this...
Pushed from anyone's lips!

We can have more happiness...
Leaving ugliness to forget.

Yes,
We can have more happiness...
If we left ugliness to forget!

If we left ugliness to forget!

Leaving ugliness...
To forget.
There's no benefit at all in it!

Leaving ugliness...
To forget!

Everybody needs to convince...
All the people!
There's no benefit at all in it!

We need to leave an ugliness...
To forget!

We need to repent and not re-invent...
An ugliness.
There's no benefit at all in it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And A Softness Came

And a softness came from her touch
And I set aside my old tragedies
And let the touch fill me
Full to the bone

Now what comes next
Do I write about
How that touch touched me
As none ever had

But that has been written
Before and often
By much better poets
Than this cowboy

Or do I write about
How I miss that touch
But to what purpose
To wallow in self pity

I could write about
How I fell in love with the touch
How love made a fool of me
But I have not the strength

How about this
Her touch came to me
And it lingers still
At least I have that

poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro
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Gone Is the Whoopie Goosed From You

Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down,
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'

Gone is the whoopie goosed from you!
Tingled were sensations,
A few dollars had amused.
Now you're quite upset.
Regrets are now your pets.

Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down.
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'

Gone is the whoopie goosed from you!
Ooo...
And there's no debate,
Which side to lick your plate!

Morning and noon too,
You feel you've been screwed.
And nobody's there...
To give a damn or care!

Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down.
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'

Gone is the whoopie goosed from you!
Ooo...
And there's no debate,
Which side to lick your plate!

And there's no debate,
Which side to lick your plate!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Gimme Some

Loving is the thing I crave
For your love I'd be your slave
Gimme some
I can't stand it no longer
Gimme some
Don't be bashful, come over here
Whisper some sweet words in my ear
Gimme some
Gimme some
I can't wait eight days
Gimme some
Come on over here and fill my cup
Love me so hard I can't stand up
Gimme some
Gimme some
Don't you know I love you?
Gimme some
Just a closer walk would be
Doo wah diddy daddy one two three
Gimme some
Gimme some
You know I have to have it
Gimme some
I know that you wanna do what's right
Just come on and love me all night
And gimme some
I tell ya, I want some
I can't stand it no longer
Gimme some
I like cornbread nice and yellow
So I want you to be my fellow
Gimme some
Gimme some
Don't you know I love you?
Gimme some
One of these mornings, just about dawn
You'll be working on my lawn
Gimme some
Gimme some
I can't stand it no longer
Gimme some
I declare to my main
You gonna drive me stone insane
Gimme some
Gimme some
I can't wait eight days
Gimme some
I like fried chicken, you know it's true
But there's no sweeter meat in the world than you
I want some day to be your wife
So you can thrill me the rest of your life
So stop stalling
Finish your drink and let's get falling
Gimme some
Gimme some
I can't stand it no longer
Why don't you gimme some?

song performed by by Nina Simone
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Stiff Upper Lip

(young - young)
Well I was out on a drive
On a bit of a trip
Lookin for thrills
To get me some kicks
Now I warn you ladies
I shoot from the hip
I was born with a stiff
Stiff upper lip
Like a dog in a howl
I bite everything
And Im big and Im drawl
And Ill ball your thing
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
Shoot from the hip
Yeah I shoot from the hip
Now listen
Well Im workin it out
And Ive done everything
And I cant reform no
Can you feel my sting
Babe I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip, yeah
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
And I shoot, shoot, shoot
Shoot from the hip
Well Im out on the prowl
And Ill ball your thing
I got the teeth thatll bite you
Can you feel my sting
Babe I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot from the hip
I keep a stiff upper lip
And I shoot shoot shoot from the hip
I got a (stiff upper lip)
Better believe me (stiff upper lip)
Comin down (stiff upper lip)
See my (stiff upper lip)
Yeah I got a (stiff upper lip)
Stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
I got a stiff upper lip
I got a stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
Stiff upper lip
And I shoot
And I shoot
And I shoot
Shoot from the hip
2000, j. albert & son, pty.

song performed by by AC-DC
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Caveman Head

Feel my body breathing in
Touch the softness of my skin...
I am very beautiful
I can be so beautiful...
I am very beautiful
I could be successful...
My hands are moving
My feet are tied
Watch the way my hair falls down
See the way my hair falls down
I am very beautiful
I can be so beautiful
Touch the softness of my skin
Feel my body breathing in
My hands are moving
My feet are tied
My eyes are closing
My mouth is wide
I will let you touch me
If you want to touch me

song performed by by Eurythmics
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Let Our Knuckles Touch

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Them Heavy People

White Knuckles

One Meat Ball

Gimmie Gimmie Gimmie

When i see you

102

Beauty

Poets of Uganda (1976)

Open Arms

For the People of East Africa

Softness with CanDy...

Keepin'-Th'Big-Ball Bouncin

Blondes

Blondes Have More Fun

Leaving Ugliness To Forget

And A Softness Came

Gone Is the Whoopie Goosed From You

Gimme Some

Stiff Upper Lip

Caveman Head

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