TEST: Listening part
My mind was blocked by the hardness of ears
My brain was half shut when I tried to understand
All I heard just became noise
The sound of meaningless voice
Time rushed problems rushed tension
So I grabbed every spider's silk reached
To get my point from
Listening
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Inheriting A Confusion....
when we go back to
a place
we think sometimes
that it
will only be for a while
a few days
hence
you want to go again somewhere
wanting
to remember someone else
for someone
when we return it is because we
want to begin again
but in so doing
we want to leave again
i do not really understand
what i am at
i remember father when he rushed us
early that day
to ozamis
when we reached there just when the sun
was about to set
we rushed again
back home
he was not drunk
what i still remember is that confusion in his face
it is now
mine.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Warmth Of The Will
the days passed
they all rushed
as though someone is
dying and we all want
to save him
we do not notice the
markings on the walls
the strips of paper on
the pavements
we all rushed
because life is waiting
when we reached there
the gloom is growing
and we begin to ask
why and where and when
the moment came when
breathing stops
like an edge of a ruler
where measure is cut
we paused and that was the
time when we all begin to
stop thinking
about the where the when and the
why
what was important has become
insignificant
like air or sunlight or dew
or grass for the goats
or river for the horse
o twig for the dragonfly
the reason has gone like mist
upon the hill
it has surrendered to the
warmth of the will.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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z-Octogans and Revelation
I see the intricacies there
octagons and fractals;
web designs
varying.
Tensile steel it is said
characterize
the spider's web;
its strong.
At the corner of this beauty-ville
the spider lies
awaiting the kill
here death and beauty
mix
in darken night.
I can shake the cobwebs
from my head
but where in there
does my spider live?
Do the brain's spider webs
hide and reveal too
human spider kills?
How else to explain
the beauty the brain presents
and in that same brain
a killer spider lives.
So walk thee into the night
and as you brush aside that
spider web
or admire the tensile delicates
its beauty presents
understand too there lies
mayhem
and Revelation's Vision.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Particularly in the final stages I always find that I'm rushed. It's dangerous when you're rushed in the editing stage, most of my early films are flawed in the cutting.
quote by Satyajit Ray
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Spider Silk
Its lining is that of silk,
Like a from a spider,
For it their spiders are webbing
To determine for the workers to liven their salary.
To test an exam for the student,
Who lightens the silk for the dress he was given
By the tailor.
He exchanged the silk of a spider for its spit.
Spit has venom.
Student is dead from silk.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Too Much To Think About
Sister help take this pain from my heart
Help me stand up and find out whats right
Dont want to exist here in the dark
When the gates of eden offer so much light
But theres too much to think about
Too many problems in my brain
Yeah, theres too much to think about
How could I ever make up my mind
Young man lay down your guns
And hold your woman in your arms
The concretes not worth dying fo
They say theres more to this life
But theres too much to think about
Too many problems in my brain
Yeah, theres too much to think about
How could I ever make up my mind
So what am I living for
They say the truth is not hard to find
Its right here in front of my eyes
If I could just open my heart sometimes
But theres too much to think about
Too many problems in my brain
Yeah, theres too much to think about
How could I ever make up my mind
But theres too much to think about
Too many problems in my brain
Yeah, theres too much to think about
How could I ever make up my mind
Make up my mind
Make up my mind
Make up make up my mind
Make up make up my mind
song performed by by John Mellencamp
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Little Queen
now and forever
till the sun, oh my heart
become cold
how many time have you heard 'I love you'?
how many time have you said that?
you don't understand what it is
it couldn't be catched
it couldn't be seen
something there
it doesn't have a name and isn't called a name
some shining there
I keep listening what small creations say
one by one
through silence, spreads like water ripples
I like you
and I love you
we all open our ears and listening your voice
I am going to take you home
going home and learning again
the way to respect precious thing
learning again not letting go
and holding it with all your hands
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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In Midst of Crowd
I found her in midst of crowd
She was about to raise her voice loud
She was asking for help to come
I rushed to her to welcome
She was my dream girl for years
I was desperate for her voice to hear
I rushed toward and reached near
She was about to yell with fear
She was afraid and looked apparent
I was in no mood to comment
I got hold of her and took out from rush
She failed to follow as faced with crowd’s push
I find her exactly the same
I did not ask her name
“Esther is my name” invaded gentle smile
I was lost in memory meanwhile
I found her very much pleasing
Not a single unpleasant word or teasing
So far I had gone for chasing
She was right before me and facing
I know and can read many things
But it lacks specials mention with something
I stared at her asked for permission to live
Her eyes remained wide and refused to believe
Today I look back and memorize
The sun looks beautiful in early morning rise
I am told one must act wise
Not to take steps in haste and summarize
I have before me a reality and future
I am confident and very sure
I don’t know how far it will take
But destiny will surely wait it to make
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Whitsunday
When God of old came down from Heaven,
In power and wrath He came;
Before His feet the clouds were riven,
Half darkness and half flame:
Around the trembling mountain's base
The prostrate people lay;
A day of wrath and not of grace;
A dim and dreadful day.
But when he came the second time,
He came in power and love,
Softer than gale at morning prime
Hovered His holy Dove.
The fires that rushed on Sinai down
In sudden torrents dread,
Now gently light, a glorious crown,
On every sainted head.
Like arrows went those lightnings forth
Winged with the sinner's doom,
But these, like tongues, o'er all the earth
Proclaiming life to come:
And as on Israel's awe-struck ear
The voice exceeding loud,
The trump, that angels quake to hear,
Thrilled from the deep, dark cloud;
So, when the Spirit of our God
Came down His flock to find,
A voice from Heaven was heard abroad,
A rushing, mighty wind.
Nor doth the outward ear alone
At that high warning start;
Conscience gives back th' appalling tone;
'Tis echoed in the heart.
It fills the Church of God; it fills
The sinful world around;
Only in stubborn hearts and wills
No place for it is found.
To other strains our souls are set:
A giddy whirl of sin
Fills ear and brain, and will not let
Heaven's harmonies come in.
Come Lord, Come Wisdom, Love, and Power,
Open our ears to hear;
Let us not miss th' accepted hour;
Save, Lord, by Love or Fear.
poem by John Keble
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Vietnam
The runway rushed up at me, I felt the wheels touch down
Stood out on the blacktop, and took a taxi into town
Got off down on Main Street, to see what I recognized
All I seen was strange faces, watching a stranger passin' by
Vietnam, Vietnam, I don't man
Back in Vietnam
Went for my job back at the factory, down at the factory
The only thing I heard from the man at the desk
Is, "Son, understand if it was up to me"
'bout half the town's out of work
Ain't nothin' for you here
From the assembly line to the front-line
But I guess you didn't hear"
You died in Vietnam, you died in Vietnam
Now don't you understand, you died in Vietnam
Drive down my neighborhood
See the flags out on the porch
So I went to see my old baby
Down at First and Grand
Her mama told me she ran off
With a singer in a rock 'n' roll band
????
I can see me passin' by
You died in Vietnam, you died in Vietnam
Boy, don't you understand, you died in Vietnam
The runway rushed up at me, I felt the wheels hit down
I stood out on the blacktop, and took a taxi into town
Got off down on Main Street, to see what I could see
All I seen was strangers, watchin' a stranger pass by
And that stranger was me
Vietnam, Vietnam, oh-no man
Vietnam
Went to see my baby, down on First and Grand
To tell her I'd come home from away in Vietnam
Her mama came to the door and told me
Her mama told me she ran away
With a singer in a rock 'n' roll band
She said, "I'm sorry son, but we understand"
You died in Vietnam, you died in Vietnam
Now don't you understand, you died in Vietnam
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Birth Of A Child
I've been floating around here for quite some time,
They need to release me I've reached my prime,
I'm kicking and punching I will find a way,
In here I'm restricted so I don't want to stay.
Together we've made such a wonderful team,
But my quest for freedom is now so extreme,
Nine months of this is more than devotion,
But suddenly I hear lots of commotion.
What is going on I'm feeling much hotter,
The strange thing is I'm no longer in water,
This feeling is intense I need to get out,
From outside my confinement I hear a shout.
Breathe deeper they're saying you're almost there,
Who are they talking to this just isn't fair,
Just then I see what I think is a light,
The feeling though frightening really does excite.
I'm almost there but I won't be rushed,
The fact is I feel like I'm being crushed,
My lungs are bursting I can't last much longer,
Suddenly the momentum is getting stronger.
At this point I look up and what do I see,
Bright lights and strange beings at last I am free,
There is to-ing and fro-ing as I make lots of noise,
They're saying it's the same with both girls and boys.
At last I can see that person I've heard,
My Mother with whom my life I have shared,
They separate us now but we'll never be apart,
Forever more she'll remain in my heart.
After they've cut my umbilical cord
Together we go to the maternity ward
This feeling of freedom is driving us wild
There's nothing to compare with,
'' The Birth Of A Child ''
Runaway
Graffiti decorations
Under a sky of dust
A constant wave of tension
On top of broken trust
The lessons that you taught me
I learn were never true
Now I find myself in question
(They point the finger at me again)
Guilty by association
(You point the finger at me again)
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
Paper bags and angry voices
Under a sky of dust
Another wave of tension
Has more than filled me up
All my talk of taking action
These words were never true
Now I find myself in question
(They point the finger at me again)
Guilty by association
(You point the finger at me again)
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
i'm gonna run away and never say goodbye
(gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away)
i'm gonna run away and never wonder why
(gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away)
i'm gonna run away and open my mind
(gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away gonna run away)
I wanna run away
Never say goodbye
I wanna know the truth
Instead of wondering why
I wanna know the answers
No more lies
I wanna shut the door
And open up my mind
i wanna run away
and open up my mind
i wanna run away
and open up my mind
i wanna run away
and open up my mind
i wanna run away
and open up my mind
song performed by by Linkin Park from Hybrid Theory
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Abrasive Waves (Revised)
Belligerent discourse, each statement
aggressively confronts, an aggravated
inflexion rasps pugnaciously, grating
voice deepens ostentatiously for each
pretentious word at end-of-phrase
Drawn out vowels – discordant notes
create nerve-quaking noise, grows
exasperation in already aching ears,
words exploding in my mind until I’m
speechless with dismay
Only physical separation can dissipate
this callous cacophony, prevent it from
breaking in abrasive waves…
[ORIGINAL]
Belligerent talking, every statement
an aggressive challenge, an irritated
inflexion becoming a rasping sound,
lowering this grating voice for each
significant word at the end of a phrase
Drawn out vowels in discordant notes
become a nerve-wrecking noise, creating
a feeling of such exasperation my ears
start to hurt, exploding in my mind
until I am speechless with dismay
Only physical distance can shut out this
callous cacophony breaking in
abrasive waves…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Window Into The Past
A Window into the Past.
Visiting time over, mother was ill in hospital she had been so tired lately.
Nearby a small stream, an empty box of matches was my raft, rudderless
it rushed down rapids and disappeared under ground, under the town
and I wondered if it reached the docks. I had bought mother a chocolate,
in the same shop that sold oranges and but they were too expensive,
but ate most of the chocolate while listening to her instructions, to peel
spuds, buy milk and yesterday loaf (half the price) , open a tin of sardines.
But first I had to go down to the docks see what ships were in and also try
to find my raft. When I came home mother stood smoking in the kitchen,
she had peeled the spuds. They had let her out only so she could pack her
suitcase; she had to go up the mountains, where the air was pure, and be
cured… and I knew why I hadn’t found my raft.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Cat Scat
I am watching Cleo listening, our cat
listening to Mozart's Magic Flute. What
can she be hearing? What
can the air carry into her ears like that,
her ears swivelling like radio dishes that
are tuned to all the noise of the world, flat
and sharp, high and low, a scramble of this and that
she can decode like nobody's business, acrobat
of random airs as she is? Although of course a bat
is better at it, sifting out of its acoustic habitat
the sound of the very shape of things automat-
ically-- and on the wing, at that. The Magic Flute! What
a joy it is, I feel, and wonder (to the end this little scat)
doe , or can, the cat.
poem by Eamon Grennan
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Make Some Sense Of It
Love runs in circles, it's a game of hearts
It's a long shot gamble few can win
After the third time you've been torn apart
You swear you won't be fooled again
But loves a joy that can't be rushed
It lifts you up when it's all too much
We can join the numbers, we can call it quits
Or tough it out
Make some sense of it.
Remember how it was when we began
Young lovers taking on the world
If there's a place for us to start again
I believe its time to take the turn.
But loves a joy that can't be rushed
It lifts you up when it's all too much
We can talk it over, we can call it quits
Let's you and me
Make some sense of it.
With every moment passing by
Were just wastin time
When we're not together
This is the first day of our life
When we're here today, we're livin without
It's time to make it right
Loves a joy that can't be rushed
It lifts you up when the pains too much
We can talk it over, we can call it quits
Or tough it out, make some sense of it
We can make some sense of it
We can talk it over
Or we can call it quits
We can make some sense of it
song performed by by 38 Special
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Noise
Dads stuck in the factory, machines are banging all around.
Mommas in the kitchen, she got the radio on all the time.
My little sisters screaming, and stamping on the ground.
And the radio keeps pumping out the same old boring sound.
All I hear is noise.
Cant get away from the noise.
Can you hear me above the noise?
Can you, can you, can you, can you, can you, can you hear me?
Can you hear the noise? (noise)
Cant get away from the noise. (noise)
Can you hear me above the noise? (noise)
Can you, can you, can you, can you, can you, can you hear me?
Banging in my ears, in every direction.
Listen to the roar, hear that city[? ], poundin, poundin.
There oughta be a law, hey buddy, turn that radio down.
Sometimes I get used to it and I forget that its around.
But all I hear is noise. (noise)
Cant get away from noise. (noise)
Can you hear me above the noise? (noise)
All of this confusion is ruining my day.
Let the noise be like the sunset, and slowly fade away.
Fading, fade.
Girl, I want to build a better world for me and you.
I wanna pull out all the plugs before I finally blow my fuse.
Wish all the confusion would slowly fade away.
Id tell you that I love you, but you dont hear what I way.
All you hear is noise. (noise)
Cant get away from noise. (noise)
Can you hear me above the noise? (noise)
Can you, can you, can you, can you, can you, can you hear me?
Noise in the street, theyre digging up the pavement.
Noise in the air, those traffic jams are everywhere.
Noise on noise, to cover up the noise.
The pressures building up because theres no way to avoid,
All the noise. (noise)
Cant get away from noise. (noise)
Can you hear me above the noise? (noise)
All of this confusion is ruining my day.
Let the noise be like the sunset, and slowly fade away.
Fading, fading.
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Willing To Look At This Objectively
Are you willing to look at this objectively?
'I suppose I am.
At that depends on how much sense you make.
I'll give it a shot.'
Great.
All I ask is that you be open minded.
'Okay.
Cool.
I'm listening.'
You are an adult.
And you have made your own decisions,
Right?
'Of course I did.
Didn't you? '
Remember when you rushed into purchasing,
Your new home, and two fancy brand new cars?
Clothes and those back to back trips,
You and your friends took to the Caribbean?
And you laughed at me,
When I said I could barely afford a public bus pass?
'Go ahead.
Rub it in.
You couldn't wait to bring this up, huh? '
Oh...
No. No. No...
My mind has matured above that.
I was going to recommend you get a bus pass too.
And slowly you can remove those disguises.
It's okay.
I use to have fantasies myself.
Of being an acclaimed and famous writer.
I thank God that's no longer a fantasy.
'Well...
We all suffer from our delusions and mistakes made.
Thank you for helping me see it from your point of view.
I am glad you understand the position I am in.'
You have no idea.
I am totally empathetic.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Physics Class
He enters the wooden door
Blue polo, that familiar scent
Quite ready and calmly standing
With some white powdery thing
I open my half-filled notebook
And I uncover my old calculator
Grabbed my pen from my pocket
With my brain as my only asset
Another problem from the book
Now we're solvin in our seats
Computin speed and velocity
Fillin our brains with atrocity
Focus, analyze and think
Just one miss and you're ruined
Small mistakes, slash half a point
Quizzes and exams, bloodstained
Is it just another terror?
Or do i see a great mentor
Giving us harsh problems
Trying to complicate theorems
Yet every challenge i call it fun
Its not all about academic run
But it's obtaining knowledge
He's a great man I'll always acknowledge
poem by Ben Henry Baang
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If you want to play something that you hear, you need to listen with your mind's eye. You've heard of the mind's eye, right? Your mind has an ear too. It's a kind of listening, but it's not using your ears to listen. It's listening with your inner ear, and that's what you want to translate onto the guitar.
quote by Steve Vai
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