What Hidden Sweetness Is There
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What hidden sweetness there is in this emptiness of the belly!
Man is surely like a lute, no more and no less;
For if, for instance, the belly of the lute becomes full, no
lament high or low will arise from that full lute.
If your brain and belly are on fire through fasting, because of
the fire every moment a lament will arise from your breast.
Every moment you will burn a thousand veils by that fire; you
will mount a hundred steps with zeal and endeavor.
Become empty of belly, and weep entreatingly like the reed
pipe; become empty of belly, and tell secrets with the reed pen.
If your belly is full at the time of concourse, it will bring Satan
in place of your reason, an idol in place of the Kaaba.
When you keep the fast, good habits gather together before
you like slaves and servants and retinue.
Keep the fast, for that is Solomon’s ring; give not the ring to
the div, destroy not your kingdom.
Even if your kingdom has gone from your head and your army
has fled, your army will rise up, pennants flying above them.
The table arrived from heaven to the tents of the fast, by the
intervention of the prayers of Jesus, son of Mary.
In the fast, be expectant of the table of bounty, for the table of
bounty is better than the broth of cabbages.
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The hungry belly and the full belly do not walk the same road.
Great, for just a moment in time
Fire in my belly,
Inspiration had struck,
like a lightning bolt in the desert,
From the Clouds onto the sand,
A moment until the dust settles.
My Eyes, they are widened,
To see all, that surrounds me,
I grab Pen, I grab Pad,
and I write, and I scribble, and I draw large sketches,
And let my belly fire grow and devastate,
The fire becomes similar to a bush fire,
my pencil or pen writes across the pages of my pad,
and the ink and lead consume the lines and blank spaces.
And make creations of those in my mind.
A lion you become, Part of a bohemian Pride,
looking down upon your art with a great flowing mane,
and a roar of pride as you claw a title across the top.
Inspiration had struck,
And it makes you feel strong, powerful, even invisible,
And Proud.
You become a lion in its pride with a flowing great mane,
like lightning striking down on a desert,
A belly fire crawling across the bush,
You become Great, For just a moment in time.
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Jolly Good Ale and Old
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
I cannot eat but little meat,
My stomach is not good;
But sure I think that I can drink
With him that wears a hood.
Though I go bare, take ye no care,
I am nothing a-cold;
I stuff my skin so full within
Of jolly good ale and old.
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
I love no roast but a nutbrown toast,
And a crab laid in the fire;
A little bread shall do me stead,
Much bread I not desire.
No frost nor snow, no wind, I trow,
Can hurt me if I would,
I am so wrapt, and throughly lapt
Of jolly good ale and old.
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
And Tib my wife, that as her life
Loveth well good ale to seek,
Full oft drinks she, till ye may see
The tears run down her cheek.
Then doth she troll to me the bowl,
Even as a maltworm should;
And saith,"Sweetheart, I took my part
Of this jolly good ale and old."
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
Now let them drink, till they nod and wink,
Even as good fellows should do;
They shall not miss to have the bliss
Good ale doth bring men to.
And all poor souls that have scoured bowls,
Or have them lustily troll'd,
God save the lives of them and their wives,
Whether they be young or old.
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
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Back and Side go Bare
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
I cannot eat but little meat,
My stomach is not good;
But sure I think that I can drink
With him that wears a hood.
Though I go bare, take ye no care,
I am nothing a-cold;
I stuff my skin so full within
Of jolly good ale and old.
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
I love no roast but a nutbrown toast,
And a crab laid in the fire;
A little bread shall do me stead,
Much bread I not desire.
No frost nor snow, no wind, I trow,
Can hurt me if I would,
I am so wrapt, and throughly lapt
Of jolly good ale and old.
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
And Tib my wife, that as her life
Loveth well good ale to seek,
Full oft drinks she, till ye may see
The tears run down her cheek.
Then doth she troll to me the bowl,
Even as a maltworm should;
And saith,"Sweetheart, I took my part
Of this jolly good ale and old."
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
Now let them drink, till they nod and wink,
Even as good fellows should do;
They shall not miss to have the bliss
Good ale doth bring men to.
And all poor souls that have scoured bowls,
Or have them lustily troll'd,
God save the lives of them and their wives,
Whether they be young or old.
Back and side go bare, go bare,
Both foot and hand go cold;
But, belly, God send thee good ale enough,
Whether it be new or old.
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Fire In The Belly
Call of the wildest, its got the best of you
Fire in my heart, fire in my belly too
Got a heart and a mind and a fire inside
And Im crazy about you
You, you on your high flying cloud
You, you when youre laughing out loud
You, you with your hidden surprise
You
Stoke up my engine, bring me my driving wheel
Once I get started youll see just how I feel
And Im crazy about you
And Im crazy about you
And Im crazy about you
You, you on your high flying cloud
You, you when youre laughing out loud
You, you with your hidden surprise
You
Gotta get through january
Gotta get through february
Gotta get through january
Gotta get through february
Gotta get through january
Gotta get through february
Gotta get through january
Spring in my heart, fire in my belly too
I come apart, I dont know just what to do
Got a heart and a mind and a fire inside
And Im crazy about you
You, you on your high flying cloud
You, you with the laugh in your eyes
You, you with your hidden surprise
You
Gotta get through january
Gotta get through february
Gotta get through january
Gotta get through february
Gotta get through january
Gotta get through february
Gotta get through january
Spring in my heart, fire in my belly too
I come apart, I dont know just what to do
Got a heart and a mind and a fire inside
And Im crazy about you
You, you on your high flying cloud
You, you with the laugh in your eyes
You, you with your hidden surprise
You
Talkin bout you
Talkin bout you
Talkin bout you
Talkin bout you
Talkin bout you
Talkin bout you (talkin bout you)
Talkin bout you (fire in the belly too)
Talkin bout you (talkin bout you)
Talkin bout you (talkin bout you)
Talkin bout you (talkin bout you)
Talkin bout you (talkin bout you)
Talkin bout you (talkin bout you)
Talkin bout you
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When I Touch Your Belly
When I touch your belly tears of amazement run down my eyes.
I am so amazed that inside your womb a life lies.
A child that was created all from our love;
God, I can’t believe that in a few weeks you’ll give birth to our miracle of love.
When I touch your belly with my ear;
I can’t believe the heart beat I hear.
It like a little drum beating a message to me;
In the sounds of the beat I swear our child is saying hi daddy.
When I touch your belly I caressing you as well as our child;
I’m caressing you to say thank you for carrying our child.
I could not have chosen a better mother then you.
These are all the things I’m saying when I touch your belly.
The one whose belly isn't full of straw isn't afraid of fire
Dining Table
A lavish dinner has arisen from the depths of cookery,
One blade is too many, one knife can cut and kill.
The food of heaven is a dish too fine, and plenty
Of it is causing the belly to be satisfied, with the mind at ease.
The supper is splendid of course, sumptuous,
So splendid, and it hurts inside the mouth with the tongue.
So much has been fulfilled lately, that I cringe,
And I mutter to myself the illnesses all absent.
A dinner is a food collected by cooks, eaten by heroes,
The many who dine are liking comfort and heat.
The table is abolished as we see it be empty
And more like a table too dirty, once too full.
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Psychiatric Exploration Of The Fetus With Needles...
Cat killing dogs, pigs eating rats
Every mouth will eat you up the king bug laughs
Belly of the heart belly full of bats
The chromosomes seem not to want the fetus...
They beat you up
They make you leave
Sticking needles in your knees
Knowing God will be pleased
Should make it easy
Snakes eating frogs, toads eating gnats
When the space ship beams you up boy, get drunk fast
Rubber bullet barn, titty suckin calf-
Goats and roosters bees and bugs amoebas!!
They blow you up, make it breath
Make it feel like a disease
And though its hard to believe it makes it easy.
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Psychiatric Explorations Of The Fetus With Needles
Cat killing dogs, pigs eating rats
every mouth will eat you up the king bug laughs
Belly of the heart Belly full of bats
the chromosomes seem not to want the fetus...
they beat you up
they make you leave
sticking needles in your knees
knowing God will be pleased
should make it easy
Snakes eating frogs, toads eating gnats
when the space ship beams you up boy, get drunk fast
Rubber bullet barn, titty suckin calf-
goats and roosters Bees and bugs Amoebas!!
They blow you up, make it breath
make it feel like a disease
and though its hard to believe it makes it easy
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Can be a servant
Don’t feel being a servant
In the family of your son
If it is for your belly
For you had been a servant
At your will to bring him up
With no return for your belly.
06.05.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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He whose belly is full believes not him who is fasting.
Jewel Box
I know youre a woman
By the way you burn below
Ill tell you secrets so good
Youll never tell a soul
Come closer, that bonfire holds his life like stones
My years, my life unknown
Diamonds from the pavement
Where a broken glass had been
Just like these troubles that Im leaving to the wind
Like sapphires in boxcars speeding towards the end
Like thieves, my bad luck grows
Jewel box of sadness
Bring to catch your tear
Crystalize illusion shine forgot Im here
Jewel box of sadness
Bring to catch your tear
Oh, you left some stars in my belly
Star crossed childs love on the bands of wedding gold
Silver studs of promise hide in the red crushed velvet folds
Inaction, intention, like emeralds I stole
My speech of custom gold
I think I ought to know
Jewel box of sadness
Bring to catch your tears
Crystalize illusion shine, forgot Im here
Jewel box of sadness
Bring to catch your tear
Oh, you left some stars in my belly
You left some stars in my belly
You left some star in my belly.
song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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It is easy for someone to talk about fasting when he has a full belly.
With a full belly it is easy to talk about fasting.
The Antipop
The Earth it did crack open
on the day that I was born
and a thousand merry pranksters
came dancin' through the storm.
I lay cradle bound
a howlin' out my mind
not knowin' years to come
I'd be shoutin' over din
I sucked information through the holes in my skull
as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full.
I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain till the day I drop.
I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop.
As a young man,
I plug into the tube,
but the stench of all that pretense
I cannot muddle through.
I lay on my back
and scan the radio
all that comes out my speakers
is a steady syrup flow.
I suck information through the holes in my skull
as my belly gurgles hungry my mouth is always full.
I stood by watching
and I seen 'em come and go.
I seen 'em make that million
then vanish in the snow.
They come upon you
like a pack of rabid hounds
as they slobber in your ears
and purge you with their sounds.
Pushing misinformation through the holes in my skull
my belly gurgles nauseous and still my mouth is full.
I am Antipop; I'll run against the grain till the day I drop.
I am the Antipop; the man you cannot stop.
song performed by by Primus
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My Belly Aches
Your belly aches from too much food,
Eating this likened your mood like fire melts wood.
The belly hurts from the compulsions,
The food of life angers my soul like dirt.
May the stomach be bleeding,
It hurts from the deep wound of hunger.
Hunger creates character like a brain thinks,
More selfish is the devil who does not create.
Must we listen to devils and demons always?
Then food disappears and we are aching like fools.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Humble In Tumble
This television got me feeling kind of egotistical
my age got me seeing kind of cynical
Myu honesty got me trapped in being physical
Not to say that this is biblical
but I hope it brightens pivotal
Proof that I am not completely spiritual
is not found it the fact that this is lyrical
keep me humble in my tumple when you hear my belly grumble
I pray i stay without myself
i want the thing I knew I felt
held liable everytime i yell
need a verse to ring a bell
Just looking for a story to tell
Keep me humble in my tumble when you hear my belly grumble
Dont let me cause you to stumble
Know theres something more
Know its not your store
love the life you live
Embrace the thought you give
But know its all a gift
DO what makes your soul shift
Keep me humble in my tumble when you hear my belly grumble
poem by Andrew Reeves
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