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Five fingers touching
in the warmth of night;
five toes walking you
when your back feels tight;
five senses yearning
in the half-filled bed;
five times memory
both alive and dead.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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I'd Rather Have Habits Than Clothes

I'd Rather Have Habits Than Clothes,
For that's where my intellect shows.
And as for my hair,
Do you think I should care
To comb it at night with my toes?

I'd rather have ears than a nose,
I'd rather have fingers than toes,
But as for my hair:
I'm glad it's all there;
I'll be awfully sad when it goes.

I wish that my Room had a Floor;
I don't so much care for a Door,
But this walking around
Without touching the ground
Is getting to be quite a bore!

poem by Gelett Burgess
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Red Rocks

walking up the long winding stairs,
The sun is blazing hot,
and i am feverish with the warmth of it,

I feel like reading Jim morrison,
it feels like him here,

reaching the top is like touching the hand of god,
it feels like your first date,

my fingernails are raking the red rock
as my mind plunges into the only thought I have,
I am on top of the world,
I want to fly,

Winding down
off the paths,
down the mountain,
we must be still
a rattlesnake green and goddess sent
lies sunning in the dirt,

ride the snake,
Ride the snake,
dead poet in my head
you are right,

No I say I am afraid,

Suddenley I am brought back again,
and you are gone,
still through the bushes, a flicker of a tail
then no-more

poem by BladesongRaven Gehrig
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Wanted Dead Or Alive

Its all the same, only the names will change
Everyday it seems were wasting away
Another place where the faces are so cold
Id drive all night just to get back home
Chorus:
Im a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
Im wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive
Sometimes I sleep, sometimes its not for days
And the people I meet always go their separate ways
Sometimes you tell the day
By the bottle that you drink
And times when youre all alone all you do is think
Chorus
I walk these streets, a loaded six string on my back
I play for keeps, cause I might not make it back
I been everywhere, still Im standing tall
Ive seen a million faces an Ive rocked them all
Im a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride
Im wanted dead or alive
Im a cowboy, I got the night on my side
Im wanted dead or alive
Wanted dead or alive

song performed by by Bon Jovi
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Touching

Touching are words expressed,
When hearts are filled with such emptiness.

Touching is that lost contact,
We long to hold and feel against our chests.

Touching are the flow of memories,
Coming when someone has left.

So touching we are when those times arrive.
And touching we wish,
To be done when the end comes.
As tears are cried.

And those with touching emotions,
Felt with sighs...
Inside.
Rising to surface...
Are not found to be at their best.
When wept!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Appendages

How many fingers do I have?
Enough to work to the bone.
How many hands do I have?
The two that I do own.

How many toes do I have?
Enough to fill my shoes.
How many feet do I have?
The two that I do use

to get me where I want to go,
walking a leisurely pace.
It seems to be a lost art anymore.
Most are in a race.

But since I am retired
I don't ever rush around.
My fingers, my toes, my hands, my feet
make me slow right down.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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I'm Alive (That Was The Day My Dead Pet Returned To Save My Life)

I was just kicking down the street
And the sun was in my eyes
So I couldn't see the truck
That was sixty times my size
And just seconds off from splattering me
Let me tell you
I was so scared I couldn't move
Like my boots were full of glue
Then I felt a little tug
And I thought of good Old Blue
And he pulled me from that catastrophe
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
I'm alive
He's alive
I'm alive
I was spitting in the canyon
Near the cliff up on the mountain
When an unexpected sneeze
Hung me in the breeze
At forty five degrees in the sky
Suddenly I felt something
Had me by the belt
And in between my praying
Swore I heard a stallion neighing
Was the ghost of my horse
And I cried, yes I cried
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
I'm alive
He's alive
Hey, I'm alive
Things were getting gory
Got caught on territory
Belonging to the Crutches
In an alley in their clutches
Looking kind of dismal that night
Well the leader's name was Fats
Swinging broken baseball bats
Things got really frantic
Starting jumping in their panic
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
That was the day
My dead pet returned to save my life
I'm alive, I'm alive, real alive
That was the day my dead pet returned
That was the day my dead pet returned
That was the day my dead pet returned
That was the day my dead pet returned
To save my life
Hallucinating billions of rats
Lots of rats
I'm alive, I'm alive
He's alive, he's alive, he's alive
I'm alive, yeah
He's alive, he's alive
I'm alive, real alive
Alive, alive, alive
Alive, alive, alive, alive
Alive, alive, alive, alive
I'm alive

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Back In My Arms Again

They always said that hindsights twenty-twenty
And when it comes to mistakes in love girl Ive got plenty
But the one that sticks out the most in my mind
Is the night I left you standing on the front porch drying
Living for the day I could make it all up to you
Till youre back in my arms, back in my arms again
Till youre back in my arms Ill be old lonesome till then
And honey I wont eat and I wont even sleep
Ill be walking these toes off of both of my feet
Till youre back in my arms, back in my arms again
Well Im getting to know this old town like never before
Walking every street knocking on every door
Girl wherever you are I want you back
I love you baby and Im sure about that
What ever it takes theres nothing that I wont do
Till youre back in my arms, back in my arms again
Till youre back in my arms Ill be old lonesome till then
And honey I wont eat and I wont even sleep
Ill be walking these toes off of both of my feet
Till youlre back in my arms, back in my arms again
I must have been a fool I confess
To ever let you go but I aint gonna rest
Till youre back in my arms, back in my arms again
Till youre back in my arms Ill be old lonesome till then
And honey I wont eat and I wont even sleep
Ill be walking these toes off of both of my feet
Till youre back in my arms, back in my arms again

song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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Sandy Thoughts

'Ride this wave with me and know,

That every wave leads to a beach

But every beach is different.

The beach I seek is one where

The sand fits perfectly between my toes

Like your fingers between my hand.

Where the water embraces my skin in warmth,

To remind me how it feels to hold you.

A beach where me and you are the only ones,

To let you know, you are my only one.

I am not afraid of where this wave will take us,

I am afraid that you and I will never see the beach I seek.

That when I look back and think, what could have been,

Should have been, will never be.'

poem by Vinh Nguyen
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A Little Touch Of Heaven

Golden ringlets in her hair,
freckles on her nose,
cheeks all flushed from laughter
like petals from a rose.

Chubby little fingers at play
into everything,
finding joy in touching,
listening to all I sing.

Feet and toes always bare,
can't stand to wear a shoe.
Loves the feel of the carpet and grass
wet with morning dew.

Snuggles up in my arms at night,
tired from all the play.
Feels my kiss on her peach fuzzed brow
and in her own precious way

gives way to the night and falls asleep
with a quiet breathing sound.
I stand and gaze at her beauty
which to me is heaven, I've found.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Gas Hed Goes West

If I was half alive
Then you were dead
Subsistin' on that same old bread

It's the memory that hides
The whole wide world
It's the gas hed's love of america

It's the memory that hides
Take your photographs back
For the love of all gods
Our gas hed marches on
Our gas hed marches on

He's a bonified man
A star amongst his clan
And the only one that let me ride

It's the memory that dies
Our gas hed was right
When they lanced his skull
There was puss and light

It's the memory that dies
So take your photographs back
For the love of all gods
Our gas hed marches on
Our gas hed marches

It's the memory that dies
And make your photographs black
For the love of all gods
Our gas hed marches on
Our gas hed marches on

It's the memory that dies
So take your photographs back
For the love of all gods
Our gas hed marches on
Our gas hed marches

Gas hed is on the radio

song performed by by Live from Secret Samadhi
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My Wish And Only My One Wish

If I could have just one wish, only one wish
I would wish to wake up with shining everyday
to the sound of your breath on my face and my neck
the warmth of your lips on my cheek,
the touching of your fingers on my hot skins,
and the feels of your heart beating with mine...
Knowing that I could never find that feelings
with anyone other than you.
my sweet heart, my sweety

poem by Khushi throne
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Bore me

'I might be dead' she said
'or just maybe not fully alive
I hate this in-between state.'
.
'Perhaps you are neither; I said
'perhaps you are just bored unto a numbness that feels like death.
Numb makes you want to react so you
overcompensate with a strained vivaciousness.'

'Yes that is it because' she said 'I became 'perky' and outgoing
which was just the opposite of what I actually felt
but I was very good at it and at times I would forget.
and think that 'perky' was me.
That face would leave me especially at night
and I would begin to doubt again as to my true state,
dead, alive or in between.

'So what do you think is the thing to do? ' I said

'Well dead and perky is not something I now see is sustainable.
So bored is the face of my dilemma
and the cure for boredom is circumstance and clear goals
but I don't seem to have any that I can discern.

I don't seem to have any talent or passion which drives me forward.
I rise up only to fall back into the ditch
feeling phoney.

There is nothing which moves me.
What I am to do?
'Well' I said 'tell me about the boredom, its sounds interesting to me.'

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Photograph

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head

And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out

And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times

I wonder if it's too late
Should i go back and try to graduate
Life's better now than it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, god, I

Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.

Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin' out
They say somebody went and burned it down

We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel

Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since god knows when

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, god, I

I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can't erase
You can't replace it
I miss it now
I can't believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it

If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change

Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me...

poem by Sirius White
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Holy Water

(howe/thomas)
In my life, theres been changes
But nothing seems to satisfy me the way you do, no
You make it easy, the way you please me, everytime Im close to you
All this temptation, I cant see wrong from right
Its a new sensation, you know Im blinded by the light
Chorus:
(feels like) Im walking on holy water
Feels like Im walking on sacred ground, baby
(feels like) Im walking on holy water, everytime (that) you come round
You were all I ever wanted, never had a girl in my life til I met you, oh
No
I got a certain feeling, you got my senses reeling
Whenever I get close to you
Youre my salvation, I found you just in time
My one temptation, you know I cant believe youre mine
Chorus:
(feels like) Im walking on holy water
Feels like Im walking on sacred ground, baby
(feels like) Im walking on holy water, everytime (that) you come round
Ooh yeah, its funny how it see,s like yesterday, lovin of the first degree
One word was all I heard you say, ooh baby
Its funny what youve done to me, just wanna see you run to me
(solo)
All this temptation, I cant see wrong from right
Its a new sensation, you know Im blinded by the light
Chorus repeats out...
(feels like) Im walking on holy water
Feels like Im walking on sacred ground, baby
(feels like) Im walking on holy water, everytime (that) you come round

song performed by by Bad Company
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Thats The Way

Hold on tight (hold on tight),
We move so right (feels so right),
Ill make you feel so alive
Thats the way we do it, move your body to it
Come on get on it now it feels so right
No I admit to being a dreamer
But baby that aint a crime (oh yeah)
Ive found a place that I can escape
And all of my dreams (oh yeah) come to life (come on)
I feel a sense of magic in the air tonight
A little something special down inside
Such a feeling words cant describe
Were going on a journey to paradise
Chorus:
Thats the way we kick it, take it to the limit
Now were just starting baby hold on tight
Thats the way we do it, move your body to it
Come on get on it now it feels so right
Thats the way we kick it, take it to the limit
Come on get on it now it feels so right
It doesnt matter where you are - paris, rome, tokyo - the feelings
Gonna get ya
Let your imagination take you there
Gonna do all the things that no one else would dare
I feel a sense of magic in the air tonight
A little something special down inside
Such a feeling words cant describe
Were going on a journey to paradise
Chorus
Hey, hey, hey, yo feels so right
Ive got everything you need and more
Baby you are the one, everything Ive been waiting for
The flavour, to savour, do you hear what I say?
Thats the way - just kick it
Hold on tight (hold on tight), we move so right (it feels so right)
Ill make you feel so alive (thats the way - kick it)!
Thats the way we kick it, take it to the limit
Now were just starting baby hold on tight (hold on tight)
Thats the way we do it, move your body to it
Come on get on it now it feels so right (feels so right)
Thats the way we kick it, take it to the limit
Now were just starting baby hold on tight (hold on tight)
Thats the way we do it, move your body to it
Move your body to it (move your body)
Come on get on it now, it feels so right (feels so right)
Thats the way we kick it, take it to the limit
Thats the way we kick it.

song performed by by 911
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Gas Head Goes West

If I was half alive
and you were dead
subsisiting on that same old bread
it's the memory that hides
the whole wide world
it's the gas hed's love of america
it's the memory that hides
take your photographs back
for the love of all gods
our gas hed marches on
our gas hed marches on
he's a bona fide man
a star amongst his clan
and the only one that let me ride
it's the memory that dies
our gas hed was right
when they lanced his skull
there was puss and light
it's the memory that dies
so take your photographs back
for the love of all gods
our gas hed marches on
our gas hed marches on
it's the memory that dies
and make your photographs black
for the love all gods
gas hed marches on
gas hed marches on
it's the memory that dies
so take your photographs back
for the love of all gods
our gas hed marches on
our gas hed marches on
gas hed is on the radio, radio, radio

song performed by by Live
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Dark Of Night

IN THE DARK OF NIGHT , YOU REACH OUT TO ME , AS I TAKE YOUR HAND, YOU DRAW ME CLOSER AND TOGETHER WE STAND.THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES, THE TOUCH OF YOUR KISS, OUR HEARTS BEAT IN RYTHEM WHEN YOU HOLD ME LIKE THIS, THE TOUCH OF YOUR FINGERS AS THEY SEARCH AND EXPLORE, LEAVES ME BREATHLESS AND WEAK AND YEARNING FOR MORE, THE FEEL OF YOUR BODY PRESSED TIGHT AGAINST MINE, WE ARE LOST IN EACH OTHER, AS THE DARK OF NIGHT TURNS BACK TIME.I REACH OUT TO YOU TO DRAW YOU NEAR, ONLY TO WAKE TO FIND YOU ARE NOT HERE, .IM HOLDING YOUR PILLOW, AND HOLDING IT TIGHT, AS MY CRIES OF SORROW PIERCES THE QUITE, I CALL OUT YOUR NAME IN THE DARK OF NIGHT, I ASK FOR ONLY, ONE LAST CHANCE TO TOUCH YOUR FACE, TO HOLD YOU CLOSE ONE MORE TIME IN THE DARK OF NIGHT. .THE ONLY ANSWER THAT I HEAR, IS THE SHATERING SOUND OF A BREAKING HEART, AND THE ROARING SOUND OF THE SEA OF TEARS , AS I BEGIN FALLING APART., MY FINGERS KEEP SEARCHING THE EMPTY SPACE , WISHING FOR ONE LAST CHANCE TO REACH OUT AND CARESS YOUR FACE.THEY ONLY FIND YOU ARE NOT THERE, THE COLD ROUGH SHEET AWAITS THEM THERE, AS THEY KEEP SEARCHING IN THE DARK NIGHT AIR.

poem by Judy Compton
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That Last Time

That was the last time
you saw her alive

going into a store
with some guy

you assumed
was her husband

and she looked over at you
as you sat opposite the store

and smiled her smile
like she used to

way back in 62
when it was just

she and you
sitting by the pond

or walking through
the small wood

talking as you used to
with youth on your side

and love hanging on
a chain about your neck

and that was back then
that day you were just

an observer outside
a store watching her

walk by with some other
not knowing Mr Death

was trailing her
even then

that cancer
maybe even as she walked

touching her
with its oily finger

oh how men love and lose
but the great memory

of her will hold
and ever linger.

poem by Terry Collett
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Talking About Us

(j. spinks)
Late last night I was sitting all alone
You were there on the end of my phone
I was thinking bout you
You were talking bout us
In my mind I just wanted you there
Run my fingers through your hair
I was thinking bout you
You were talking bout us
I closed my eyes cos I was out of control
From fingers to the tip of my toes
I was thinking bout you
You were talking bout us
Late last night you know I needed you there
I was sitting kinda back in my chair
You were talking to me I was thinking bout us
All I wanted was to see you undress
I could picture you more or less
I was thinking bout you
You were talking bout us
I closed my eyes cos I was out of control
From fingers to the tip of my toes
I was thinking bout you
You were talking ? bout us oh, la, la, la, la
Oh oh la, la, la, la
Last night it was getting kinda late
I got the message and you knew I couldn? t wait
I was thinking ? bout you you were talking bout us
I closed my eyes cos I was out of control
From fingers to the tip of my toes
I was thinking bout you
You were talking bout us
That? s you and me babe
I was thinking bout you you were talking bout us
I was thinking bout you you were talking bout us

song performed by by Outfield
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The Most Beautiful Vision

The light caught your eye
And your smile lit the room
I felt my heart skip a beat
A warmth filled my thoughts
How amazing you looked
For there and then I looked upon
The most beautiful vision
That I have ever seen
Held in my memory so perfect
I smile foolishly at times
You filled me with a joy
Something I cannot forget
Your picture is held to my heart
The light of your smile
And warmth of your eyes
The way I saw the soul in you
You will always be
The most beautiful vision
That I shall ever see

poem by Matthew Holloway
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