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Clouded Mind

I try to think of other things but my mind clouded.
Clouded with the smell of her hair;
The sensation of her touch;
The sparkle in her eyes,
and the taste of her sweat when a passionate moment arises.
As I said I try think of other things but I can't.
She clouds my mind.

poem by Lore Me34
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Son Of Sam

Somethings happening, dont speak to soon
I told the boss off and made my move
Got no where to go
Son of sam, son of a shining path, the clouded mind
Couple killer each and every time
Im not uncomfortable, feeling weird
Long revered options disappear
But I know what to do
Son of sam, son of a doctors touch, a nurses love
Acting under orders from above...
King for a day...
Son of sam, son of a shining path, the clouded mind
Couple killer running out of time
Shiva opens her arms now
To make sure I dont get to far
I may talk in my sleep tonight cause I dont know what I am
Im a little like you, more like son of sam

song performed by by Elliott Smith
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I Can’t Touch The Sun

No I can't touch the clouds for you I've never reached the sun for you
I've never done the things that you need done for you
I've stretched as high as I can reach I guess I'm not the one for you
Cause I can't touch the clouds or reach the sun for you
No I can't reach the clouds or touch the sun

No I can't turn back time for you and make you sweet sixteen again
I can't turn your barren fields to green again
And I can't sit around and talk of how might have been again
No I can't turn back time and make you young again
I can't turn back time and make you young

I can't look inside your mind and see the things you're hopin' for
I can't help you chase the dream you're gropin' for
I know your heart is open wide but I don't know who it's open for
Cause I can't know your mind or chase your dreams for you
Mhm I can't chase your dreams or know your mind

So say goodbye and don't look back I've had some happy days with you
I'm sorry but I can't be the one who stays with you
And if they ask about me you can say I was the one with you
Who never touched the clouds or reached the sun with you
I can't touch the clouds or reach the sun for you
I can't touch the clouds or reach the sun

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Bad Girls

(good things, good things
That bad girls do)
Bra top, tank top
Doesnt really matter cause theyre all so hot
Im going loco in puerto rico
Dark hair, tanned skin
Skating on the beach, playin innocent
They drive me crazy in miami
They know, how to, make me
Want it, crave it, need it
I love how they tease me
Its the good things that bad girls do
That makes me want to sweat, feel them wet
All over my body
Its the good things that bad girls do
Each city day or night
Theyre so fine
Im going out my mind
(good thing, good things
That bad girls do)
Nice smile, so wild
Every girl wants to get her party on
They break all the rules, in cancun
So sweet, you need
You constantly pinch yourself to believe
The games that they play, down in l.a.
They know, how to, make me
Want it, crave it, need it
I love how they work it
Its the good things that bad girls do
That makes me want to sweat, feel them wet
All over my body
Its the good things that bad girls do
Each city day or night
Theyre so fine
Im going out my mind
London city and madrid got some bad girls
Mexico and brazil got some bad girls
Dublin city and djakarta got some bad girls
Stockhlom city and berlin got some bad girls
Kuala lumpur and miami got some bad girls
Gotta really really love those bad girls
Got a thing got a thing for the bad girls
And the things they do
(good thing, good thing
That bad girls do)
Its the good things that bad girls do
That makes me want to sweat, feel them wet
All over my body
Its the good things that bad girls do
Each city day or night
Theyre so fine
Im going out my mind
They know, how to, make me
Want it, crave it, need it
I love how they tease me
Its the good things that bad girls do
That makes me want to sweat, feel them wet
All over my body
Its the good things that bad girls do
Each city day or night
Theyre so fine
Im going out my mind

song performed by by Westlife
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Behind Her Eyes

The pain she felt was behind her eyes
The eyes that were once the clear blue skys
Her face is clouded and dark
You can tell sorrow has left it's mark.

He left this pain in her face,
Left her clothed in faded lace,
He told her she wasn't worth it,
Wasn't worth the house he lit.

The pain was left with her, in her mind,
If you look past her eyes sorrows all you'll find.
She knew he'd do this, destroy her will to live,
She knew this would be all he would give.

The pain, she knows, will never pass,
It cuts through her like broken glass.
Her face is clouded and dark,
You can tell sorrow has left it's mark.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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And The Grass Won't Pay No Mind (Undubbed Master)

Listen easy, you can hear God calling
Walking barefoot by the stream
Come on to me, Your hair's softly falling
On my face as in a dream
And the time will be our time
And the grass won't pay no mind
Saying nothing, lying where the sun is
Baking down upon our sides
My lips touch you, with their soft wet kisses
Your hands gentle in reply
And the time will be our time
And the grass won't pay no mind
Child, touch my soul with your cries
And the music will know what we've found
I, hear a hundred good-byes
But today I hear only one sound
The moment we're living is now
Now now now now now now now
Young bird flying, and a soft wind blowing
Cools the sweat inside my palms
Close my eyes, hear the flowers growing
As you lay sleeping in my arms
And the time will be our time
And the grass won't pay no mind
No the grass won't pay no mind

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Seven Layers of Heaven

touch,
sight,
taste,
hear,
smell
....
....
seven layers
of heaven
set in me
two more
layers
lost in
myself
clouded
in the views
cast by the world
heaven
comes in
seven
layers
so say hindus,
chinese,
buddhists,
even the muslims
and hell?
between
all
the senses
the heart
that torments
the doers
for
his misdeeds
the fugitive
who manages
to run away from
everybody
but not
the burning hell
of conscience
that pokes
at his top
making him bleed
at the heart
day and night
hell and heaven
bound in this
frame of
heart, soul
and mind
a living hell?
the heaven
in seven layers
the other two layers?
sixth sense?
seventh sense?
two puzzles
that wait
for an answer
hidden
in the realms
that circle
around me
i look into the sky
and journey
to the
eternal sphere
that joins me
to the moons, stars
try taking me
out of this world
and it sure looks different
feel different
a whole new world
the seventh sense
seventh heaven
the sixth?
the woman
who digs
deep into
layers of her own mind
to find the dates
of her own death
and exciting upcoming events
of the world, the tsunami
third world war,
end of the world
a nostradamus
a hell in between all these?
the scorn
from bigots
two layers
of heaven that got lost
in me
covered by
the clouds
five is perhaps
a more lucky number

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Solitude

Tim he was a good friend
Yea was a brother of mine
We were imaginary comic book superheroes
Kids wasting time
We were prisoners of our youth
We were growing up strong
til the day he was taken away
For something he did wrong
Tim came round just the other day
And boy he had some stories to tell
His mama kept him locked up in a rehab
Although the doctors said he was well
He said yeah I been through the anger
And the hatred towards my mom
And I put all that behind me
Just tell me what was it like to go to your prom
He said thank you mom for fixing
My clouded broken mind
But excuse me if I seem a little rude
While I was missing my childhood, my brother and my prime
You enjoyed the convenience of my solitude
Well growing up these days just aint easy
And the kids theyre doing the best that they can
So mama you better think twice
Before you lock your kid up and throw away the key
cause soon your little boy is gonna be a man
He said thank you mom for fixing
My clouded broken mind
But excuse me if I seem a little rude
While I was missing my childhood, my brother and my prime
You enjoyed the convenience of my solitude
Tim left town yesterday
He left me with these words
He said yeah I know this lifes got a lot to give
But my childhood is gone
And Im not afraid of dying
Im gonna grab the world by the horns and learn how to live
He said thank you mom for fixing
My clouded broken mind
But excuse me if I seem a little rude
While I was missing my childhood, my brother and my prime
You enjoyed the convenience of my solitude

song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Clouds In My Mind

One by one the clouds came by.
I saw beyond them clear blue skies.
One by one my teardrops fell
and clouded the vision in my eyes.
I wipe them away,
Don't let them stay,
no need to keep them all through the day.

I think on spring and every good thing.
I listen for birds and how they sing.
One by one they land on my trees
and lighten my spirit and heartfelt pleas.
Stay in my sight.
Please don't take flight.
I need your songs to linger in my night.

Such is the loneliness that comes to call.
It comes to us for no reason at all.
For life's not simple and clouds the mind.
It's sometimes relentless and often not kind.
Offer me peace.
Let me release
my need to hold onto this loneliness beast.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sonnet: The Full Moon Will Be Back Again!

A one-third moon is seen in clouded sky!
With yellow light within a misty veil;
The havoc-play of rain-clouds though not high!
But in a trice, the moon’s light will prevail.

And every day, the moon is getting small;
Some gazer’s eyes are sad and almost cry;
But soon the full-moon appears like a ball!
Its splendid light illuminates night sky!

In life on earth, both joys and grief befall;
This mixture makes our earthly stay wholesome;
The vagaries of Nature affect all;
We ought to take things as and when they come.

All things in Nature will change as per law;
Yet, God’s creation is without a flaw!

poem by John Celes
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My heart aches for you

My heart aches and hurts, with out you
My arms want to reach out for you to embrace,
and to see your smiling face.

Remember our song, 'Blue Eyes Crying in the rain',
oh, so many memories, that song brings,
of our courting days, and of other things.

With out you by my side, I fell emptiness
You my lovely dear, are part of me
Miles apart and to you, I want to flee.

My mind is clouded with your image,
wished time had shorter days,
each day I learn to love you, in so many ways.

poem by Jim Foulk
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Designing Heaven

How demanding life can be
With a taste for luxury
Its such a modern way to live
A new hotel for the heartbroken
A bright new generation
Running out of time
Step up for the promised land
Pay today and pay tomorrow
Just like home from home
A timeshare in the stars
Were living in a divided world
Its our own creation
Its all too much
Were out of touch
In this united nation
Define the styles, wait for a while
Here comes a new sensation
Lets get it right before tonight
We are designing heaven
I think at last Ive found
A system for success
But the last thing on my mind
Is to arrest my own excess
The things that really count
Dont seem to have a price
Discover what youre missing
Now that its your turn you cant wait
I say its up to you
You say its up to me
Were living in a divided world
Its our own creation
Its all too much
Were out of touch
In this united nation
Define the styles, wait for a while
Here comes a new sensation
Lets get it right before tonight
We are designing heaven
Im high enough to see
Nothing to lose
I feel relief
And disbelief
Now I can see
Did you ever wonder
Just how easy it would be ?
To try to rearrange
Your state of mind
If nature had a choice
Think you know what it would be
Let us to a woman or a man
Try humanity
Were living in a divided world
Its our own creation
Its all too much
Were out of touch
In this united nation
Define the styles, wait for a while
Here comes a new sensation
Lets get it right before tonight
We are designing heaven

song performed by by Heaven 17
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On The Way

Well You Know I'll Always Love You
But It Would Have Been A Lie
If I Said That I Could Please You
Every Moment That I Try
Wouldn't Want To See You Crying
So L Hope You Don't Mind
The Things I Say
On The Way
Well We've Been Traveling For A Long Time
And We Finally Finished Here
Though I Said Some Things To Hurt You
Well It Was Only Out Of Fear
Wouldn't Want To See You Crying
So L Hope You Don't Mind
The Things I Say
On The Way
Well You Know I'll Always Love You
Everything Will Be Alright
If I Know You Don't Mind
The Things I Say
On The Way
Well You Know I'll Always Love You
Everything Will Be Ok
If I Know You Don't Mind
The Things I Say
On The Way

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Enough Of The Lies!

enough of the lies!
I need some bloodshed from your eyes,
how long would you keep this up?

both your eyes explains the truth that hides,
what are waiting for? ?

your the drama that abuses the most,
enough w/ this twist of truth that spirals
through your clouded mind! !

fishing w/o a line, you live in your
fantasy...

poem by bHabiE sHarK
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On Somethings Unclear, Occluded, Clouded

what i tell you sometimes are clouded,
hazy, misty, something that you receive and always pregnant with
the other coming questions
which of course,
i cannot answer, by their very nature, i am telling you only what
i have seen, not even what i have heard from them

hearsay (i just suppress them, folding them like shirts
and blankets in my cabinet) but

i am telling you the truth

and your face moves sidewise more often in disbelief
how can such a man like me be so foolish talking nonsense

(on something always so incomplete
and impenetrable) , occluded, shrouded sometimes in mystery
our minds unable to cope up
our hands simply of no use
because we cannot touch them
our eyes too
unable to see, our sense of smell
in utter futility

i am not stupid, honey, some things by their very own nature
are incomplete, shrouded, mysterious,
and cannot be relayed by words, not even by thoughts

simply because they are
and we can do nothing about it, except

to see, and just be silent
because they are divine

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Girl With Magic Eyes

I sit in thought
My hand to head

My heart it wants to cry

My face turns sides
My smile sheds

The girl with magic eyes

The piece of mind
My eyes they tear

My brain it starts to fry

Vanished in air
I cannot hear

The girl with magic eyes

To see her face
Deep in my mind

My breath it starts to sigh

Touch her soft skin
I like this kind

The girl with the magic eyes

To breathe her smell
Just from a thought

I feel like I should die

To taste her lips
That I have fought

The girl with magic eyes

To have her close
Is all I want

I stare into the sky

Stuck to my dreams
My mind she haunts

The girl with magic eyes

poem by Paul Celano
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Oh if You Only Knew

I do not know what I should wear
but I know that I must choose
something tempting for your eyes,
something to make you lose
your self-control when your eyes see me.
Let me see, what shall it be?

I do not know how to wear my hair.
Shall I wear it back
or let the tendrils free
just to see how you'll react?
Will you wish to touch it with your hand
and send me off to some sweet dreamland?

All these things are on my mind
as I anticipate your stare.
How to primp, which perfume to use,
and how to make you become aware
of all the things I do for you.
Oh, oh if you only knew.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Think For Yourself

I've got a word or two
To say about the things that you do
You're telling all those lies
About the good things that we can have
If we close our eyes
Do what you want to do
And go where you're going to
Think for yourself
'cause i won't be there with you
I left you far behind
The ruins of the life that you had in mind
And though you still can't see
I know your mind's made up
You're gonna cause more misery
Do what you want to do
And go where you're going to
Think for yourself
'cause i won't be there with you
Although your mind's opaque
Try thinking more if just for your own sake
The future still looks good
And you've got time to rectify
All the things that you should
Do what you want to do
And go where you're going to
Think for yourself
'cause i won't be there with you
Do what you want to do
And go where you're going to
Think for yourself
'cause i won't be there with you
Think for yourself
'cause i won't be there with you

song performed by by Beatles
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Ignorance drowned me

his ill gotten wealth
the party splashes
the flashy cars,
all things go dinners,
the champagne, the
businesswomen,
sycophants, the
rowdiness

the smell of decadence
the smell of perversity
cronyists despots
all that i can take
it is the smell of ignorance
the lack of knowledge,
of the arts, of literature,
of things that really prop up
the mind, soul and the world
that really drown me

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Soul

My Soul is dying day by day,
I'm losing friends every moment that goes by,
What do I gain?
Does anyone really care?
I'm feeling this emptiness inside.
This feeling I have never felt before,
It's strong I feel so depressed.
My soul is dying each & everyday.
No one really knows the pain I go through.

The things I see,
The things that happen,
The things that I hear,
The things I smell,
The things I touch.
Are all the stuff you have not been through.
It's stuff the world does not need....

poem by Veronica Nieves
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An Allowance For Some Mistakes Of How We Perceive Things To Be

our thoughts have what in them an allowance for the possibilities
that what they perceive are just illusions of the mind
far away from the flesh and bone of the things-in-themselves

a mirage, or just the image of a mirage, come to think of it,
a man that you hate or love, could not be me, but the image of the man
in your dream in your mind like air dripping from your forehead to your lips
you taste and feel it but it does not taste and feel as you have seen it
there are possibilities of optical illusions, and what you see are evil
come to think of it, could just be as good as your disguises.

you are made to believe that what you see is what you get.
but there are those which your eyes do not see which your eyes failed to find.
what you feel is also what you get on such matters that only your heart can feel.

i have written this because you wish to see my love through your eyes.
you grieve because you have not seen that red flower in the blue sky.
it is not in the mind, it is right there in that garden when you close your eyes.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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