Aesthetic Golden Section Rule
Now I know why Edith Piaf's life was so tempestuous,
she was born on 19 December as a Sagittarean while
her Astrogenetic sign, counting nine months back, is
Aries, the most fiery, unbridled zodiac sign, she took
the lead in her artistic life, couldn't follow any rules -
was never interested in wealth, lived it up in style,
my theory works perfectly for understanding life
I am attracted by Scorpio who rises like a Phoenix
when life runs him down and by Capricorn who is
focused on rules and truth, as a Cancerian I seek
the discipline of the aesthetic Golden Section rule,
faced with the science of translation I fail to create
flowing lines from jumbled originals, earning the
scorn of this scientific fraternity - it is clear
I cannot rephrase in terms that satisfy, I'm wasting
my time fighting windmills, this war was lost before
the first shots were fired…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Man Who Got No Sign
Ko-we-ha Gemini Jim taw Scorpio Salo
Taw sejno-nej-o-to-kono o-ha-na-shi-te-saw
There was Gemini Jim and Scorpio Sal they was livin' by the Golden Gate
Freezin' their nose and wearin' leather clothes and dealin' every way but straight
They had a Leo dog and a Capricorn cat and everything was goin' fine
Until into their life on a moonless night come the man who got no sign
He roared right in like some evil wind and he rolled himself a righteous smoke
As the thunder scrashed and the lightenin' flashed he took a toke and a spoke
Said he was born in an astrological warp when the stars refused to shine
On the cusp of Nowhere and Nevermore he's the man that got no sign
Then he told a story of an endless search to find his missin' part
And Scorpio Sal she smiles at him tries to do his chart
But the Pisces Ben who was Jim's best friend aaid man you must be blind
You better grab your knife and take the life of the man who'd got no sign
And so it happened and his blood run soaked the ground
The arrest was made by Sheriff Slade and Aquarius thru and thru
But the jailer was a Sagittarius so he beat Jim black and blue
And then they dragged him up to the courthouse stairs they said Jim how do you plea
He said man the moon's in Virgo so the blame don't fall on me
Well the jury all was the Libras so you know they was more than fair
But the lawyer was an Aries and an Aries just don't care
The judge he was a Cancer and Cancers have no friends
But the hungman was a Taurus and that's where the circle ends
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Powersquad
Preparing for the masses who will fight a horror war
With a little bit of luck and a powerful attack
Gonna force the allied law
Spreading death and blood- terrorizing all the world
In a bloody kinda hope like a killer working dope
Living weapons- cold as ice
Without a sign of fear in their face
They stand up in this serious race
Nothing to lose much to gain
Calling the shots in this game
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Forcing you to run
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Your life is in their hands
Defending all their idols hard as the burning land
In the middle of the night in a darkest hiding hole
Living legends will be born
Preaching peace of love- emphasizing to be strong
Its another kind of fight for another holy right
Living peaceful in this world
Without a sign of fear in their face
They stand up in this serious race
Nothing to lose much to gain
Calling the shots in this game
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Forcing you to run
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Your life is in their hands
We see them die- we see them cry
Pain and heartache- losses of lives
In their fearless hearts- theyre rising high
To just another world of eternity
Without a sign of fear in their face
They stand up in this serious race
Nothing to lose much to gain
Calling the shots in this game
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Forcing you to run
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Your life is in their hands
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Forcing you to run
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Your life is in their hands
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Rules, regulations, And Foreign Policies
First rule is:
''To respect the rules.
If everyone
Respect the rules,
Then a regulation
Is
Born.
The regulation of simple
Rule,
Is to make it
A life time
Policies
And that!
is
Only
What makes
rules create
a general
five stars policy…
imagine
now
how many generals
we create
by respecting one rule
and then facing
a monster
policy.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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Is Life
Is life meaningful?
Life is all about what we believe,
Not about our own calculations,
For in addition to all that is done we get the same answer,
But to be above all addition is described as faith,
Faith is life,
For even hard science cannot describe how Heaven is,
Even Death proves the Truth,
That we must be going somewhere,
And been on the tough world we must follow rules by the Creator,
For these rules doesn't mean it is hard enough,
For His will was for mankind living Eternally,
Even the questioning of life can never compare to the answer,
Life is only by faith that we move on,
Even in wealth we feel there is need more and more,
It is only by Faith that we find an answer to what is above Human Calculations.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Donna-get Off That Crack
Donna has a nine year old kid
In another months time shes expecting twins
She says she can quit anytime she likes
But I know shes on a mission tonight
Donna get off that crack says the sign on the third floor flat
Donna get off that crack just say no get your life back
Dont pay no bills dont pay the rent
But you dont forget where the money went
And who will you turn to when the moneys all gone
Youll wonder why, why you were born
Donna get off that crack says the sign on the third floor flat
Donna get off that crack just say no get your life back
Shes down on the dealing floor
She just wants to do one more
One more time and then shell quit
One more dance just one more hit
Remember frank he cut a dash
So much style so much class
Blown away for the coat on his back
The kid that did it sold his coat for crack
Donna get off that crack says the sign on the third floor flat
Donna get off that crack just say no get your life back
Shes down on the dealing floor
She just wants to do one more
One more time and then shell quit
One more dance just one more hit
Donna get off that crack says the sign on the third floor flat
Donna get off that crack just say no get your life back
(m.charlton)
Copyright 1989 elgin music
song performed by by Nazareth
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Esoteric: Astrogenetic Family, Fear Myself, Atilla
Loving my Astrogenetic Family
My gypsy brother is Aries
the word ‘consideration’ is unknown to him,
my Peter-Pan brother is Aquarius
who’s always ready to leave for Neverland
in any case; my sister and I am Cancer
never feeling safe anywhere;
my Tom-Thumb brother is Cancer too –
no wonder he’s fighting windmills still;
my hard-working grandma Cinderella was Virgo;
she was perfect, exquisite in all that she did;
the best cook, the best needlewoman;
my mother, the Queen of Hearts, is Leo, that’s
why she regally reigned over all of us; always in
need of grandiose schemes and compliments;
my happy-go-lucky father is Sagittarius;
thus it makes sense that he’s going about
with a dream in his heart of taking a trip
on a steam train – and a smile on his lips;
my little girl is also Aquarius, happy and carefree
a friend of all humanity, even her alien mother,
dealing with her Scorpio father with dexterity;
my little boy is Sagittarius too, always stumbling
and falling, reading five books at a time with
his far-off eyes on the horizon…
I Most Fear Myself
With Astrology for Dummies in my hand and
Maurice Cottrerel’s Astrogenetics in my mind
I’m ready to tackle my colleagues and friends,
get the date of conception because the magnetic
influence of all heavenly bodies are imprinted
on the fetus then; working out their star sign
based on counting back nine months from date
of birth affords me hours of fun; I was born as
Aquarius but it’s not my sign at all, I never change
jobs or travel as Aquarius does; counting back to
Gemini might have been right, but star dates have
changed due to precession - so Cancer is the
magic one: Dreaming dreams while staying home –
that’s much more likely! The description of Cancer
provided by Rae Orion describes me perfectly:
Introspective – all the time, Intuitive – could it be? ,
an intriguing paradox, when frightened scuttle back
into my shell, fretful and high-strung, defending myself
to my own detriment, so imprisoned by anxieties that
movement becomes impossible, paralyzed by need
for security; powerful emotions washing over me
like a tidal wave – my challenges are to avoid the
‘quicksand of insecurity’ and the ‘snake pit of despair’
and getting to the bottom of my deepest fears and
complicated psyche – at least now it makes sense
that the thing I most fear on earth is - myself!
Attila The Hun And The Queen Of Hearts
Tonight I understand why our family
was marked by such disharmony:
We did not have a myth or fantasy
by which to live our lives as one
I never knew whether Dad was
Attila the Hun, a living barbarian
fighting his way through society
whether Mom was the Queen Of Hearts
drowning in the refinement of royalty
I only knew for sure that grandma was
a Cinderella serving faithfully
while the children five lived in a
separate place where Christo was
a singing troubadour and Ian a clown
I was Alice-in-Wonderland, my sister
seemed to become Annie-Get-Your-Gun
Dawie, the youngest, was Tom Thumb -
all lived in a crooked little house that
was marked by war and strife because
we had no myth to bind us together
in happy harmony with roles for each
in a single Fairytale Fantasy!
poem by Margaret Alice
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Plan of Creation
Life's terms, life's rules.
Rules made up by life,
But not the creator of life.
Life tries to challenge the rules of the creator.
It tries to change the rules of the creator.
But the creator can never be changed.
Nor can His rules.
He should never be challenged.
His wisdom and knowledge is the design.
For I am not the designer.
I am merely a part of the plan.
Of the overall design.
A beautiful creation, by a beautiful creator.
My mind is my cage, my box.
To live outside the box is to be truly free.
The creator's creation is creative.
But I am only a piece of the puzzle.
A puzzle is many pieces, that creates a big picture.
For I am not the big picture,
I am merely just a part of it.
I am not the beginning.
I am not the end.
I am just something in between.
I am stuck in the middle.
And there is no place I would rather be.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Longing To Express Feelings
Three of us at work have the same
Astrogenetic sign, conceived in the
same time period, all three have to
be stuffed full of medication in order
to make it in a routine world of duty
without time for dreams and visions
One publishes without marketing so
his books don't sell, then Madame
Pompadour can only work when
held in a soundproof cell, the third,
me, can only sit still when heavily
dosed to stop flow of adrenaline
To stop the surge of feelings within,
all three bound to live in world made
for Capricorns- focused, determined
Virgos- calm and analytical, lovely
Librans weighing pros and cons
Scorpios organised and strong
While we three, genetically marked
by the electromagnetic radiation of
the Gemini-Cancer configuration -
longing to express feelings - must
translate scientific lines - starved,
caged, ear-phoned and drugged
To do our cold work - we should
not be cooped up with the music
in our soul wasted on research of
scientific terms instead of writing
mesmerising lines - I visualise a
wonderful new world in which
We shall be free to officially weave
dreams and feelings to enrich the
lives of the realistic signs and help
Pisceans and Aquarians to refine
their visions; use the enthusiasm
of Aries, Leo and Sagittarius
To accomplish wonderful ideals -
towing languid Taurus along to a
wonderful new world of comfort
in inner peace…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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No Rules
Say its alright
If you really love me
Its my life
And I really wanted you that night
Was about to break
So we had to just take a chance
Time is not to waste
We couldnt let it slide through our hands
When my heart called
You answered me
Baby, when I was falling
You were there for me
Theres no rules in love
Cant you see?
No rules in love
For you and me
No rules in love
Walking through the streets
The echo of our footsteps in time
In between the beats
Tell me that youll always be mine
So baby can I trust you
Like Im ready to?
Ive waited so long
And I never refused
Theres no rules in love
Cant you see?
No rules in love
For you and me
Theres no rules in love
Our hearts are free
No rules in love
For you and me
No rules in love
All my life, been living on the same dreams
Sometimes they seemed so real
All my love I held deep inside me
I wanted to feel
I wanted to feel
Baby, now I wonder
What youre doing tonight
I can see you laughing, boy
As I closed my eyes
Theres no rules in love
Cant you see?
No rules in love
For you and me
Theres no rules in love
Cant you see?
No rules in love
For you and me
Theres no rules in love
Cant you see?
No rules in love
For you and me
song performed by by Tiffany
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Figures In There Somewhere (Revised)
Came home to a brightly coloured work text
with Edith Piaf's life resounding in my head,
read a Roger Bootle (Fortune magazine) écrit
on PIIGS (probable Euro-split, Portugal,
Ireland, Italy, Greece & Spain) explained
And Edith Piaf's life intervenes, paging too
violently in the magazine, reading a heading
Dad Doesn't Have Hobbies, He Has Passions
Tom Ricketts said; admonished by my love
I rest the magazine, time to get rid of
Edith Piaf's passions in my head, her words
ringing in my ears - what's the use of being
Edith if I cannot do what I want? It may be
why being Margaret Alice fails, I cannot do
what I want, becoming instead
Expert at hiding desire from myself; I shall
never know what I really want except that
music and singing and dancing figures in
there somewhere
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Rules
Follow
The rules that were meant to be followed
Don't pick up a pencil and put it back down
Don't leave a piece of paper blank for long
Don't look out the window and just wish
Do whatever you're wishing
Follow
The rules that were meant to be followed
Don't use your friends for anything but friendship
Don't turn your back and just let the boat tip
Don't imitate what others are doing
Do whatever you would do
Follow
The rules that were meant to be followed
Shape your life in your own kind of art
Whether it be paintings, sculptures, or music
You are yourself, not someone else
Be yourself
Clean Slate
Envy of, a sense of true identity, a sign of confidence to see.
Because when she said "I love that music, too,"
she meant, "Only as long as you want me too."
So sad, we don't see, until we become what they want us to be.
It's too late.
I don't know why,
but what they want me to do,
I do it.
Powered by wealth,
changing myself,
and if they only knew that I knew it.
And it seems that the real life will have to wait,
because the world's so busy,
so busy, cleaning a clean slate.
Oh.
Ahh, hoping to find what's mine,
so I can lead a full life,
use a knife,
and dig in like a cannibal.
Out for,
for myself, but all the things I want are serving someone else.
I don't know why,
but what they want me to do,
I do it.
Powered by wealth,
changing myself,
and if they only knew that I knew it.
And it seems that the real life will have to wait.
As the world keeps cleaning, it's cleaning.
The spin cycle runs round.
A clear decision can be found.
Can't think when my mind,
my mind runs 'round.
song performed by by Quicksand
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Exceptions Made To Created Rules
Exceptions made to created rules,
Has established the need.
For a Department of Addendums.
Making the following of rules,
Foolish.
For anyone attempting to understand,
The purpose of their origin.
Since the following of rules legitimately,
Hasn't made those values and standards...
Many proclaim as adding a quality to their lives,
A cost effective proposition.
In fact,
Prior to those exceptions made,
One's life lived had been with less complications.
Today,
Those complications are needing interpretations...
For those seeking explanations,
Whether to live basically with no rules to follow.
Or demand more addendums,
To define what basic means.
And which lawful rule is broken,
If one decides living a life that 'is' basic
Will not have them arrested for indecent exposure.
Since many will protest they have become offended.
By someone daring to live,
Without attempting to make impressions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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American Skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots, and we'll take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
41 shots, they cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
Ain't no secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots, lena gets her son ready for school
She says now on these streets charles
You got to understand the rules
Promise me if an officer stops you'll always be polite
Never ever run away and promise mama you'll keep your hands in sight
Cause is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
41 shots and we'll take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
41 shots my boots caked in mud
We're baptized in these waters and in each other's blood
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
Your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Ammonia Avenue
(eric woolfson - lead vocal)
Is there no sign of light as we stand in the darkness?
Watching the sun arise
Is there no sign of life as we gaze at the waters?
Into the strangers eyes
And who are we to criticize or scorn the things that they do?
For we shall seek and we shall find ammonia avenue
If we call for the proof and we question the answers
Only the doubt will grow
Are we blind to the truth or a sign to believe in?
Only the wise will know
And word by word they handed down the light that shines today
And those who came at first to scoff, remained behind to pray
Yes those who came at first to scoff, remained behind to pray
When you cant hear the rhyme and you cant see the reason
Why should the hope remain?
For a man will be tired and his soul will grow weary
Living his life in vain
And who are we to justify the right in all we do?
Until we seek until we find ammonia avenue
Through all the doubt somehow they knew
And stone by stone they built it high
Until the sun broke through
A ray of hope, a shining light ammonia avenue
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Life Is Too Short
life is too short
Music: rudolf schenker
Lyrics: klaus meine
Have you ever seen the morning?
When the sun comes up the shore
And the silence teach the beauty for the sound
Have you ever set there waiting?
For the time to stand still
For all the worlds and stars
From turning around
And you run
'cause life is too short
And you run
'cause life is too short
Have you ever seen the glory?
When the moon is on the rise
And the dreams are close
To the ones that we love
Have you ever set there waiting?
For heaven to give a sign
So we could find the place
Where angels come from
And you run (and you run)
'cause life is too short
And you run (and you run)
'cause life is too short
There's a time that turns
Turn back time
But i don't see i can
It only works
If you believe in the truth
But there's a time to live
And a time to cry
But if you're by my side
I will try to catch a star
I'll try to catch a star
Just for you
And i run
'cause life is too short
And i run (and i run)
'cause life is too short
And i run and i run and i run and i run and i run
song performed by by Scorpions
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Here Is To Life
Here is to life
A toast that I am doing
Here is to life
A beautiful baby that was born a while ago
Here is to life
Mother Nature because she is in control of the nature
Here is to life
My prayers
Here is to life
My love songs to the world
Here is to life all my hope
Here is to life
All my dreams
Here is to life all my sorrows
Here is to life
All my sadness and my grief
Here is to life
The fruit of my spirit
Here is to life
The body of Jesus Christ
Here is to life
The sunsets
Here is to life
The first sign of winter
poem by Aldo Kraas
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It Once Was My Life
There were people on the sidewalks
Strolling down the avenues
They were sitting outside in cafes
We were looking for the muse
Well I was locked in by the system
Where no freedom is the rule
Now I spend all my time just trying
To make it understood
It once was my life, thats what everybody said
All the things I used to do and the people that were friends
Ive got to make it mean something at the end of the day
It once was my life, they cant take that away
Trials and tribulations and stupidity still rules
Sometimes it looks like Im on a ship of fools
It once was my life, when my message was just the street
Then it became something else, and now its incomplete
Im just trying to get back to when
Can somebody please shed some light
It used to be my life, it used to be uptight
Trials and tribulations and stupidity still rules
Some days it just feels like Im on a ship of fools
Im back here on the boards, I can hear the engines roar
Everybodys got to pay, some people got to pay more
Well you can tell the people anything
Spoon feed them anything you like
It used to be so simple, it used to be my life
Now everything is so complicated, just to speak or use the phone
Some people try to use me, just cause they dont have their own
Dont know whos round the corner, trying to sell me some more tripe
It used to be my life, it used to be my life.....
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Wake a Spark
Once again wondered briefly why
my feelings had died, returned to
the translation on my desk ready
to be checked and remembered
endless research of nonsensical
terms for uncaring readers while
Earning idiosyncratic marks from
invigilators, freezes the emotion
that lived within me, living life as
the remains of the teeming sparks
of passionate feeling, then I smile
- little things always wake a spark
From time to time, nothing can keep
my spirit down eternally, the yoke
of death is just veneer that enables
me to carry out constrictive duties
while my soul is high, clear & free
and carries on a separate life
High above the contamination of
routine life, upon death we return
to the higher spheres, dying within
duty until that joyous moment when
we continue unto lovely infinity…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Final Destination - Death! (Incomplete)
A life of 21 years i lived by now
where did it go and How?
Will i be alive, till i finish this line
Or will i be dead by next dine?
We live life without any worry of death
Spending all our life's time in earning wealth
Till now, I have spend my life getting education.
It i die now, to my parents, will it be a big frustation?
......... to be continued...
poem by Saad Ansari
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