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The Dirty D.A

You sir
Are the menace
To this society
Along with the mis-judging media
It's all wrong
Ya'll sang the wrong song

This will be a case to remember
The wise prophet lives on
Judge not he said
Keep your head
Let love live on

Listen man, better keep it clean
If ya'll know what I mean
Forgive him
Pray for him, but
Never believe him again

His punishment
A lost livelihood
He will point his finger
No more

Pick up a broom, a mop or a dust rag
Life for you
From this day on
Will be a drag

poem by Matt Mondschein
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The Broom, the Shovel, the Poker and the Tongs

The Broom and the Shovel, the Poker and Tongs,
They all took a drive in the Park,
and they each sang a song, Ding-a-dong, Ding-a-dong,
Before they went back in the dark.
Mr Poker he sate quite upright in the coach,
Mr Tongs made a clatter and clash,
Miss Shovel was dressed all in black (with a brooch),
Mrs Broom was in blue (with a sash).
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
And they all sang a song!

'O Shovely so lovely!' the Poker he sang,
'You have perfectly conquered my heart!
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong! If you're pleased with my song,
I will feed you with cold apple tart!
When you scrape up the coals with a delicate sound,
You enrapture my life with delight!
Your nose is so shiny! your head is so round!
And your shape is so slender and bright!
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
Ain't you pleased with my song?'

'Alas! Mrs Broom!' sighed the Tongs in his song,
'O is it because I'm so thin,
And my legs are so long - Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
That you don't care about me a pin?
Ah! fairest of creatures, when sweeping the room,
Ah! why don't you heed my complaint!
Must you needs be so cruel, you beautiful Broom,
Because you are covered with paint!
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
You are certainly wrong!'

Mrs Broom and Miss Shovel together they sang,
'What nonsense you're singing today!'
Said the Shovel, 'I'll certainly hit you a bang!'
Said the Broom, 'And I'll sweep you away!'
So the Coachman drove homeward as fast as he could,
Perceiving their anger with pain;
But they put on the kettle, and little by little,
They all became happy again.
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
There's an end of my song!

poem by Edward Lear
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Right The Wrong

An indian woman buried her grampa in the black hills
When she was young he used to tell her
That these hills belonged to her still
And even though injustice took them hills away
One day well get them back, he said
And the suns gonna shine that day
When we say, right the wrong
Before she laid him down to rest
She heard his voice in the wilderness
Sayin I got six feet of it back
And now we can right the wrong
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Before long u wont hear nothin but the crackle of flames
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Would u rather die knowing that u did or keep living in shame
Did you hear the one about the boy just 17
Three years hard time for stealing ice cream
First offence and all his dreams are gone
How long before they right the wrong?
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Before long u wont hear nothin but the crackle of flames
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Would u rather die knowing that u did or keep living in shame
Right the wrong
2, 3, uh
1, 2, 1-2, come on
(right the wrong baby)
Far be it from me to say
It seem like we could stop the flow of snow in the sky today
But I guess the weather man he likes the rain
Aint that insane
Now sing
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Before long u wont hear nothin but the crackle of flames
Right the wrong
Hear the song
Would u rather die knowing that u did or keep living in shame?
(come on, come on, come on)
Did you hear me baby?
Right the wrong
Im 6 feet in the grave
Im 6 feet in the grave
(right right, right right)
(right the wrong right the wrong)
(right the wrong right the wrong)
Right the wrong (right the wrong right the wrong)
(right the wrong right the wrong)
(right the wrong right the wrong)
(right the wrong right the wrong)
Right the wrong (right the wrong right the wrong)
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust (right the wrong right the wrong)
This young man with a talented soul (right the wrong right the wrong)
Died when he wanted 2. (right the wrong right the wrong)
The [life/light]that lives (right the wrong right the wrong)
So he shall not be pitied
Nor shall the guity be forgiven
Until they find it in their hearts to
Right the wrong

song performed by by Prince
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At Sea Point (Stave stanza sestets)

At Sea Point where we both said our goodbyes
I saw tears coming from your bright green eyes
the stormy Southeaster did pull and shove
while I was aware that we were in love,
I might have diagnosed our feelings wrong,
life was beautiful, my heart sang a song.

At Sea Point I did not have any care
but of your loveliness I was aware
as you walked on, your head you did toss
we had our feelings, our hearts played boss;
to me you turned back and came along,
life was beautiful, my heart sang a song

poem by Gert Strydom
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Hard To Open Up Without Being Judged

saying what i feel is hard to do,
i don't open up much,
what's the point?

theonly personwho gets to judge,
is me!
other people don't need to know,
what i'm going through,
plus more,

so why do i need to open up?
to say what's on my mind,
when the only judge is me?
wouldn't you say?

it's wrong to judge a person,
you know nothing about,
just to find,
nothing you said,
never seemed to be true?

could this be why?
saying what's on my mind is hard?
because people like to pick out,
everything that don't expain,
who you are and everything you can be?

wouldn't it be time,
to stop judging people for,
who they are on the outside,
and just look within,
where all of the true beauty is?
Copyright © 2009
10-09-09

poem by Mona Martinez
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Only one shall win

Suicides calling my name
Getting closer and closer
Down it drags me
Right to the point, where I shouldn’t be

Whispers all around
‘Do it, it won’t hurt
You’ll be out of this pain
It’ll be over soon’

Tears fill my eyes
With a decision that’s mine to make
Right or wrong
Wrong or right

It’s so bad
I don’t care what’s wrong
My heart says different
But it’s my head I listen to

Would it really affect others?
If I was to do as my head said
That’s the point I’m at
Ready to say goodbye

Pain against love
The greatest battle
All inside of me
Only one shall win

poem by Lisa French
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You Played And Sang A Snatch Of Song

You played and sang a snatch of song,
A song that all-too well we knew;
But whither had flown the ancient wrong;
And was it really I and you?
O, since the end of life's to live
And pay in pence the common debt,
What should it cost us to forgive
Whose daily task is to forget?

You babbled in the well-known voice -
Not new, not new the words you said.
You touched me off that famous poise,
That old effect, of neck and head.
Dear, was it really you and I?
In truth the riddle's ill to read,
So many are the deaths we die
Before we can be dead indeed.

poem by William Ernest Henley
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Human Beings

Uncle Dan said
'now listen
There's right and there's wrong
and there two kinds of people:

those that can't be trusted to be right
and those that cannot be trusted with being wrong.

Take out the microscope and lets' see
what that person does when they
have you in the wrong.

If they treat you like you ain't' human
anymore
then that is the face of evil.

I worry more about those who
think they's absolutely right tho
than those that know's they's wrong.

Find out who is convinced they's
absolutely right about anything
and run the other way
that is a dangerous woman,
or man.

Now if you find a person who
sees that you is wrong and
don't judge.
That is a human being.
that includes you judging others
too.
Avoid people trying to prove
they is right
sure sign that they is wrong.
Avoid the person constantly
talking about how they have
been wronged
just means they are waiting their
change to get even on somebody
anybody
anybody close will do.

Talk to people who say
I may be right or I may be wrong
but proving right or wrong is not important
only how you treat people and yourself
inside
is important.
Leave the rest.

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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There Is Nothing Wrong In Wanting

It is easy to pick up and leave,
For...
Those places envisioned in one's mind,
That are traveled and far away.
So they will have a space to go...
To wallow there,
In the comfort of their sorrows.

It is easy to pick up and leave,
For...
A tomorrow out of reach.
To perceive a destiny is to chase rainbows.
Carrying with them an emptiness,
That always seem to follow!

There is nothing wrong,
In wishing for the consistency of Sunshine.
There is nothing wrong in wanting,
To be showered with gold dust all the time.
There is nothing wrong,
In avoiding clouds with hopes none will come.
There is nothing wrong in wanting a life,
With a humming forever done!

There is nothing wrong to live those dreams,
In a wishful thinking of them to be...
Continually received.

It is easy to pick up and leave,
For...
Those places envisioned in one's mind,
That are traveled and far away.
There is nothing wrong in wanting a life,
With a humming forever done!
There is nothing wrong,
In avoiding clouds with hopes none will ever come.

And yet they do.
And many refuse...
To stop and accept what is done.
Preferring they do instead for them,
Is a life that is on the run.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Back Seat Of My Car

Speed along the highway, honey I want it my way
But listen to her daddys song, dont stay out to long
Were just busy hidin, sitting the back seat of my car
The lazy lights are pretty, we end up in mexico city
But listen to her daddys song, makin love is wrong
Were just busy ridin, sitting the back seat of my car
Oh we was only busy hidin, sitting the back seat of my car
And when weve finshed drivin we can say we were late in arriving
And listen to her daddys song, we believe that we cant be wrong
Ohhh we believe that we cant be wrong
Ohhh we believe that we cant be wrong
We can make it to mexico city, sittin in the backseat of my car
Ohhh we believe that we cant be wrong
Ohhh we believe that we cant be wrong
Ohhh we believe that we cant be wrong
Ohhh we believe that we cant be wrong
Ohhh we believe that we cant be wrong
Ohhh we believe that we cant be wrong
No no no no
Ohhh we believe that we cant be wrong

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Love Is A Crime

Oooh Yeah
Chicago
If love is a crime baby
I'd do my time
Whether it's wrong or right
You can sentence me to life
If love is a crime baby
I'd do my time
Whether it's wrong or right
You can sentence me
Sentence me to life
Some might say I'm guilty of loving the first degree
If the jury wants to lock me up and throw away the key
There's no greater punishment than what I face inside
Won't tamper with the evidence cause there's nothing to hide
(He lives inside my heart)
(I'm in the middle too)
I'm in the middle too
(You never had a clue)
Unless you felt it too
(If love is a crime) baby
I'd do my time
(Whether it's wrong or right)
(You can) sentence me
Sentence me to life
(If love is a crime) baby
I'd do my time
(Whether it's wrong or right)
You can sentence me
Sentence me to life
Better tell the truth, just let me plead my case
The thief who stole my heart from me I couldn't let escape
He's my only alibi, but I won't drop a dime
So how can I give up to you, my partner in crime
(He lives inside) my heart
(I'm in the middle too)
Ooh yeah yeah
(You never had a clue)
Unless you felt it too
(If love is a crime) baby
I'd do my time
Whether it's wrong or right
You can sentence me
Sentence me to life
(If love is a crime) baby
I'd do my time
Whether it's wrong or right
You can sentence me
(Sentence me to life)
You can take away my freedom
But you can't take my love from me
I won't die a lonely prisoner
'Cause my heart will set me free
Oooh ooh yeah
Whooh!
Chicago
-acapo

song performed by by Anastacia
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It Hurts Me Too

(by elmore james)
You said you was hurting, almost lost your mind,
And the man you love, he hurts you all the time.
When things go wrong, go wrong with you, it hurts me, too.
You love him more when you should love him less.
I pick up behind him and take his mess.
When things go wrong, go wrong with you, it hurts me, too.
He love another woman and I love you,
But you love him and stick to him like glue.
When things go wrong, go wrong with you, it hurts me, too.
Now you better leave him; he better put you down.
Oh, I wont stand to see you pushed around.
When things go wrong, go wrong with you, it hurts me, too.

song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Angel On My Shoulder

There's an angel on my shoulder,
asking me whats wrong?
and as i speak the words to her
she starts to sing a song

This song she sings is powerfull
yet its the saddest song you'll hear.
She sings a song of pain and love,
even the angel has a tear.

She sang of how she found true love,
and how she let it go.
she sang of how she pushed aside
the only love she'd know

she sang of how she pushed him away
to find another love thats true
she sang of how she looked at him
as he spoke the words 'thats you'

She never faulted in her words
as she sang and as she cried
for as she sang she told me
of how her true love died

She said he died of a broken heart
that only she could mend
her true love died because of her
his true love and friend

as the angel sang her final words
she looked at me and said
Kolee this is not my song
but your true loves instead

There's an angel on my shoulder
asking me whats wrong
asking me to love you,
and to never hear your song.

poem by Angel of Darkness
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Was I Right Or Wrong

(gary rossington - ronnie van zant)
Like a restless leaf in the autumn breeze
Once I was a tumblin weed
Like a rollin stone, cold and all alone
Living for the day my train would come
I never cared for school or any golden rules
Papa used to always say I was a useless fool
So I left my home to show them thay was wrong
And headed out on the road singing my song
Then one sunny day. the man, he looked my way
And everything that I dreamed of, it was real
Money, girls and cars; and big long cigars
And I caught the first plane home so papa would see
When I went home to show em they was wrong
All that I found was two tombstones
Somebody tell me please was I right or wrong
Oh, such a sad song
First I got lost, then I got found
But the ones that I love are in the ground
Papa I only wish you could see me now
Take a listen papa
Whoo, I learnt how to play my guitar
Gonna be a superstar
First I got lost, then I got found
The ones I love are in the ground
Wont you tell me please was I right or wrong
If theres any way you can hear what I say
Papa, I never meant to do you wrong
All the money, girls and cars. and all the words and all the cigars
Papa, I just want you to know they couldnt take your place
When I went home to show em they was wrong
All that I found was two tombstones
Somebody tell me please was I right or wrong
Oh, such a sad song
First I got lost, then I got found
But the ones that I love are in the ground
Somebody tell me please was I right or wrong

song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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You Are The Prayer!

pray for peace,
and then live your prayers!
pray for love,
then give your love a body.
pray for hope,
then make the changes needed
to bring hope life!
pray for forgiveness,
and then forgive!
pray for courage,
then dare to do!
pray for fullfilment,
then give everything you
cherish away!
pray for wisdom,
then listen intently!
pray for tomorrow,
then live today!
pray for truth,
then walk naked and strong!
pray for the earth,
then treat it with respect...
pray with all of your heart,
then be silent and still,
knowing, and believing,
that you are the prayer!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Hurts Me Too

You said you was hurtin, almost lost your mind;
cause the man you love, hurts you all the time.
But when things go wrong, wrong with you... it hurts me too.
You love him a little more, when you ought to love him less.
Why pick up behind him and take his best?
cause when things go wrong, wrong with you... it hurts me too.
You love another man; oh, but I love you
But you love him darlin, stick to him just about like glue.
But when things go wrong, wrong with you... it hurts me too.
Well, he better leave you, or you best put him down.
cause you know, I just cant stand to see, see you pushed around.
cause when things go wrong, wrong with you... it hurts me too.

song performed by by Grateful Dead
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I Am Not Your Broom

Now broom, you must now sweep for me
The dust it fills my room
No, john, I will not sweep for you
For I am not your broom
What nonsense are you speaking, broom
My words you must obey
Another life awaits me and
Im leaving you today
I am not your broom
I am not your broom
Ive had enough, Im throwing off
My chains of servitude
I am not your broom
I am not your broom
No longer must I sweep for you
For I am not your broom

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Where Did It All Go Wrong

Did you get it
Did you need it
Did you really
What you wanted
Was it good in the sun
Did you really have the fun
Did you crack it
Did you grab it
Did you reel it
Like a rabbit
Did you walk
Did you run
Did you move this here
Uh huh
And how could you do
And make it so, sing this song
Where did it all go wrong
Where did it all go wrong
Did you grab it
Did you want it
Is it really what you wanted
Did you run in the sun
Did you imitate a walk
Did you answer
Did you grab it
Did you gun it like a rabbit
Did you walk
Did you run
Can you feel you rising up
And how can you do
And when you sang it in the song
And it sank, and it threw
Where did it all go wrong
Did you drown it
Did you roll it
Did you smash it
Did you warm it
Did you clean it
Clean it up
Did you rub it
Did you soap
Did you screen it
Did you ream it
Did you ruin it
Did you feed it
Is warm in the sun
When the weathers getting warm
And the world is at your feet
And it is our time to say
Its all gone wrong
Where did it all go wrong
(oh yeah, oh yeah)
You take me, baby, in circles, yes
Darling, darling, darling...i want you
Why oh, why oh, why oh...stony rose
You lose your guy
You walk on by
You walk on by
You walk on by
You walk on by
Did you lose the guy
Did you lose the guy
Did you lose the guy
Did you lose the guy...

song performed by by U2
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Amigone

Everytime you point your finger
Three more point right back at you
I'm not sayin' that it's something wrong with life
'Cause that's a sad excuse

And age old game of rat and mouse
Chasin' us from house to house
I'm not sayin' that there's something wrong with you
It's wrong with me as well

Are you alive
Amigone (...Miracles gone wrong)
Is it to call and tell you to be strong
Are you alive
Amigone (...Miracles gone wrong)
Was the poison in our love there all along
Amigone

Heavenly intoxication
Love's been marred by medication
Ain't it funny how a life can take a turn
When the end is near

Are you alive
Amigone (...Miracles gone wrong)
Is it too late to call and tell you to be strong
Are you alive
Amigone (...Miracles gone wrong)
Is it too late to face the truth that it was wrong
Amigone

I'm not sayin' that it's something
I'm not gonna play along
I'm not wishin' for a miracle
That miracle's gone wrong
And you're too strong

Amigone (...Miracles gone wrong)
Is it too late to call and tell you to be strong
Are you alive
Amigone (...It's there all along)
Was the poison in our love there all along
Are you alive
Amigone (...Miracles gone wrong)
Is it too late to call and tell you to be strong
Are you alive
Amigone (...It's there all along)
Was the poison in our love there all along

song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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The World Is My Therapist And I'm In Counseling Right Now

Got my share of ugly, done did and said things I ain't proud of, I mean some ugly things, but what a real man does is ask God for forgiveness and whoever he have wrong.

We ain't perfect, we gonna make wrong decisions and sometimes even hurt people we love

For whatever reason it maybe, we do or say things that affect our lives forever and it sometimes changes our lives putting us a different course

The world is my therapist and I'm in counseling right now

Got a lot of hurt, anger, and frustrations in my life, the war in Liberia how traumatizing it was, life in America how hard and trial it can sometime be, interpersonal problems, such as people trying to break up your parents marriage, and then on top of that your own personal love problems and battling financial confidence

The world is my therapist and I'm in counseling right now

We may sometimes bend all the the way to the end but I never break, I never break......

Stronger than any rubber band or any bamboo reef, or better a diamond in a rough, I was made through extreme heat pressure, made harder than African Ivory and Tennessee marble

The world is my therapist and I'm in counseling right now

Yeah, tell me what's wrong with me, pick me out, pick me in, dissect me, tell me what I did wrong and tell me where I went wrong,
So at the end of day when all else fails and people right you off, God will be the only there and to hear you out

Perfection is what I am really striving for honestly. All these sleepless nights for different reasons,
So don't judge me for my flurries because I don't have any worries, as we say in Liberia, seeke fa fair, what's for you shall see your face

The world is my therapist and I'm in counseling right now

poem by Coker George
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Forgiveness

forgive me...
for saying the wrong thing,
thinking the wrong thing,
feeling the wrong thing,
doing the wrong thing...

for taking what i could not
get any other way...
for not giving what i had...

forgive me for not listening,
for not getting involved,
for fighting when i shouldnt,
for not standing up when i should!

forgive me for being selfish
instead of selfless...

fogive me for not forgiving you!

forgive me for being human,
and so set us both free!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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