The Girl's A Pearl
a living one spat out of from the dead sea
typographical arche visual visionary
inperience
a cat walk designs might shatter her
crying
if you're a body be out flesh
even though
macabre we dance
anorectic bones rattle to dust
words spoken upon your grave
an earth tagged name thou art
a girl's a pearl to learn
spirits sealed never talk to their skulls
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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They were left
They were left like calves
To graze their masters’ grass
In the pastures of material heaven
The food chain link hoofed and tattooed
They were left like milestones to a distant Rome
As all the roads were closing down
In sad princes’ towers after motes were crashed
Down into a crocodile water
They were left to death dance
Bones rattling to dust
With skin wrapped in macabre hides
Spirit sealed chained they talked to their skulls
They were left to tomb words unspoken graves
An epitaph wordle in Earth tagged names
©Miroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Church Monuments
While that my soul repairs to her devotion,
Here I intomb my flesh, that it betimes
May take acquaintance of this heap of dust;
To which the blast of death's incessant motion,
Fed with the exhalation of our crimes,
Drives all at last. Therefore I gladly trust
My body to this school, that it may learn
To spell his elements, and find his birth
Written in dusty heraldry and lines;
Which dissolution sure doth best discern,
Comparing dust with dust, and earth with earth.
These laugh at jet and marble put for signs,
To sever the good fellowship of dust,
And spoil the meeting. What shall point out them,
When they shall bow, and kneel, and fall down flat
To kiss those heaps, which now they have in trust?
Dear flesh, while I do pray, learn here thy stem
And true descent, that when thou shalt grow fat
And wanton in thy cravings, thou mayst know
That flesh is but the glass which holds the dust
That measures all our time; which also shall
Be crumbled into dust. Mark, here below
How tame these ashes are, how free from lust,
That thou mayst fit thyself against thy fall.
poem by George Herbert
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Danse Macabre
We all must learn to dance the danse macabre
Dance our wishes, dance in constant revolution
It all began with the apple and the arbre
Not to forget that we are humans still libre
Not look into those fiery orbs of perdition
We all will learn to dance the danse macabre
From time to time sing hymn a hosanna
If only we keep our inner motivation
It all began with the apple and the arbre
We must continue and sing a tra la la
Keeping our sights on that higher elevation
We all must know to dance the danse macabre
On land and on sea we see the rhea and orca
Frolicking and swimming with some apprehension
Not to forget the eaten apple at the arbre
Our acts of love must match our words with oevres
To insure for us a happy conclusion
This is not a dance with serpent diable
Who in the garden Eden circled the arbre
August 19,2008
poem by Ben Gieske
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Crying Girl
Bryan:
She only cried ever other Tuesday night
She is a crying shame, she could had done something right
In this little town everybody knows her name
Now she's flown away the town will never be the same
Oh oh
Mark/all:
Her eulogy read that
This is the home
Yeah yeah
Of Jessie Chase
A.K.A.
Bryan/all:
The crying girl (the crying girl)
The crying girl (the crying girl)
She's the crying girl (the crying girl)
Little crying girl (the crying girl)
Bryan:
People in the street, crying cos she lost her life
All the spirits gone, finished up by the night
Ye-yeah
In this state of mind everybody makes mistakes
Yeah
But it's ignorance that let you have your life to take
Mark/all:
What nobody knows
She was my girl
Yes, I am the one
Who fell in love
Bryan/all:
With the crying girl (with the crying girl)
The !crying girl (the crying girl)
She the crying girl (with the crying girl)
Little crying girl (the crying girl)
Bryan:
Nobody knows her, nobody loves her now
Mark:
Nobody knows, nobody knows
All:
The crying girl
Bryan:
Nobody knows her, nobody loves her now
Mark:
Nobody knows, nobody knows
All:
The crying girl
Bryan:
Nobody knows her, nobody loves her now
Mark:
Nobody knows, nobody knows
All:
The crying girl
song performed by by Westlife
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A Psalm of Life
Tell me not in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou are, to dust thou returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, - act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sand of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solenm main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us then be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Dead Or Alive
There in the shadows, looks like a hand
Without its owner, to give it a command
Its got a purpose but I dont know what it is
Im in trouble
There in the streets, looks like a man
But something wrong that I dont understand
His eyes are open but he dont see a thing
His skin is peeling off, his bones are sticking out
Im getting scared
Oh my God (is it dead? )
Is it living? (is it dead? )
Is it dead or alive?
(is it dead? ), is it dead? (is it dead? )
Is it dead? (is it dead? )
Is it dead or alive?
Hiding in the cupboards, like little mice
Hiding in the frigerator, that isnt nice
Its not an animal, it dont have legs
No one else can see it
It moves so fast, corner of my eye
Look again its gone, its hiding
Wont somebody help me, doesnt anybody care?
It waits so patiently, for me to lose my guard
Im getting scared
Is it dead, is it
(is it dead)
Is it dead
(is it dead)
Is it dead or alive
(is it dead)
Is it dead
(is it dead)
Is it dead, is it
I remember there was a time
When dead and buried meant just that
Underneath the cold dark ground
Things stay put!
Oh them bones they make them bodies walk
Them bones, them bones
If they could only talk!
Is it dead (fade)
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Lifes A Dance
(allen shamblin/steve seskin)
When I was fourteen I was falling fast
For a blue eyed girl in my homeroom class
Trying to find the courage to ask her out
Was like trying to get oil from a waterspout
What she would have said I cant say
I never did ask and she moved away
But I learned something from my blue eyed girl
Sink or swim you gotta give it a whirl
Lifes a dance you learn as you go
Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow
Dont worry about what you dont know
Lifes a dance you learn as you go
The longer I live the more I believe
You do have to give if you wanna recieve
Theres a time to listen, a time to talk
And you might have to crawl even after you walk
Had sure things blow up in my face
Seen the longshot, win the race
Been knocked down by the slamming door
Picked myself up and came back for more
Lifes a dance you learn as you go
Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow
Dont worry about what you dont know
Lifes a dance you learn as you go
Lifes a dance you learn as you go
Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow
Dont worry about what you dont know
Lifes a dance you learn as you go
Lifes a dance you learn as you go
Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow
Dont worry about what you dont know
Lifes a dance you learn as you go
Lifes a dance
Lifes a dance
Lifes a dance
Take a chance on love
Lifes a dance
You learn as you go
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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Singular Indestructible Droid
Blood of my blood
Skin of my skin
A normal human being
Solder and wires
Circuitry
We're far from human beings
He's sick of his skin
It's time to trade it in
A galaxy of emotions
Your soul is what it costs
We walk the same path
No body could get in our way
Dangerously
We passionately never hesitate
Keep the soul
That's control
Now you put in the metal
Biological
Spiritual
Electrical
Digital
S.I.D.
Willing to make the change
Surrender the flesh and bones
Against the grain
Pushing beyond the limits of ourselves
This body is just a cage
You're dead and you're in a grave
We're losing our minds
That's just fine
Living forever
Bleed out my blood
Skin off my skin
Solder the wire
Transformation
Take my body and
Release me from this cage
You can't put a spirit in a grave
Singular Indestructible Droid
Bloody-human-robot
song performed by by Papa Roach from Lovehatetragedy
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Street-Side Elergy
In the night,
If you walk through
This soggy street
Where virtuous spirits
Have gone to bed
And evil spirits roaming,
You will wrench yourself loose of joy
And wail for this street.
If you hear
The hear-renting shrieks
Of victims in this evil night,
You must wail, you must wail
Publicly, for this street.
If you know
How brotherhood is spent
And how humanity is broken
In this broken street,
You must scream hard
To dance away the evil spirits.
If you see brothers
Treating brothers with
The ferocity of jungle beast,
These tears must drop.
These tears on the eye lids
Must drop.
If you walk through this street
In the foggy day light,
You will see broken spirits
All existing and ghostly.
Scream hard and hard
For the living dead,
For the living can still be dead
I found that in this street.
Scream to invite good spirits
To dance away the evil spirits,
If you want to mask,
You can mask
For the night is horrendous.
poem by Stephen Kekeghe
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You Are Unto Dust
You are made from the dust of the earth,
And the Wailing-Wall will be there for you;
For you are unto dust and you shall return unto dust,
And this is just the journey of the spirit.
To the realm of the unknown and to the things we do for love,
And until death put us apart on this side of the planet;
For the flesh goes back to where it belongs to!
Yes, back to the earth.
Death is part of us and we need to learn from others,
For we have to be prepared as well;
For he flesh goes back to where it belongs to;
And out of the dust we were made.
The dust became flesh and today we are human beings,
And from the knowledge of the things to come;
But naked we came and naked we shall return.
Shed no tears on this love,
For death comes for all of us on this earth;
And we need to learn from the facts around us as well,
For it is better to be very righteous than to be buried with evil deeds.
Life is a long road full of sand and,
All that is acquired on this earth is vanity!
Yes, vanity upon vanity! !
For you and i are unto dust and,
Unto dust we shall return at the end of of all things.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Voices Of The Night : A Psalm Of Life
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream! -
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, - act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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I Cant Dance
Hot sun beating down
Burning my feet just walking around.
Hot sun making me sweat
gators getting close, hasnt got me yet
I cant dance, I cant talk.
Only thing about me is the way I walk.
I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling everything.
Blue jeans sitting on the beach,
Her dogs talking to me, but shes out of reach.
Shes got a body under that shirt,
But all she wants to do is rub my face in the dirt.
Cos, I cant dance, I cant talk.
Only thing about me is the way I walk.
I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling.
Oh and checking everything is in place,
You never know whos looking on.
Young punk spilling beer on my shoes,
Fat guys talking to me trying to steal my blues.
Thick smoke, see her smiling through.
I never thought so much could happen just shooting pool.
But I cant dance, I cant talk.
The only thing about me is the way that I walk.
I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling
Oh and checking everything is in place
You never know whos looking on
A perfect body with a perfect face - uh-huh.
No, I cant dance, I cant talk.
The only thing about me is the way I walk.
No, I cant dance, I cant sing
Im just standing here selling everything.
But I can walk.
No I cant dance.
No no no I cant dance
No I said I cant sing.
But I can walk.
song performed by by Genesis
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The Psalm Of Life
What the heart of the young man said to the psalmist
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!--
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Why blame the masks
arche revolving phases
of a laughter or of a cry
arche living faces
life ful though doomed to die
arche fetish turning
its empty holes into our eyes
the sight of self to fulfill
better try healing what you cannot kill
what's lightless in us or ill
why blame the masks
it's not them
it's us
us in slums of fear of us
us in rage against us
us in shields from us
us in the dark caves of us
or even us with the light masks of us
it's me and you
never really knowing
who is protecting what or who
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Psalm 16 part 3
Courage in death, and hope of the resurrection.
When God is nigh, my faith is strong;
His arm is my almighty prop:
Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.
Though in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My soul for ever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave.
My flesh shall thy first call obey,
Shake off the dust, and rise on high;
Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way
Up to thy throne above the sky.
There streams of endless pleasure flow;
And full discoveries of thy grace
(Which we but tasted here below)
Spread heav'nly joys through all the place.
poem by Isaac Watts
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The Walk
Attention everybody
I'm gonna show U a brand new dance
It's called "The Walk," "The Walk"
Just let your body talk
'Til U're deep in a trance
U don't need no partner
U can walk all alone
(Say, say) Whenever U feel the groove
Just let your body move
Walkin' 2 a beat of your own (Hey)
Everybody walk your body
Everybody walk (U)
Everybody walk your body
Everybody walk
Attention everybody
I said it ain't hard 2 do
U just walk, walk
Let your body talk
Walkin' so cool (Walkin' so cool)
Attention everybody
I said I just shined my shoes, yes I did
So U can let your body talk
But just watch where U walk
Or your life U're gonna lose
In other words, I'll walk U til U're dead
Everybody walk your body (Oh yeah, hey)
Everybody walk (U)
Everybody walk your body
Oh, everybody walk
The days of dancing in one place are gone
And honey, U know U can't dance with them tight jeans on
If U try 2 cop a dip, U trip, slip, and fall
Walking's 4 the cool baby, put on a camisole (Hey)
Everybody walk your body (Everybody walk your body)
Everybody walk (U)
Everybody walk your body (Everybody walk your body)
Everybody walk (Uh)
Who? Me? I wear baggies, zip, snap, and drop
(Mm) Easy access baby (Yes, before U get a chance 2 holler "Stop!")
Besides, Rollo likes his freedom
Ain't nothin' like a fresh pair of baggies
Now I know that's right
Everybody walk your body (Everybody walk your body)
Everybody walk (U)
Everybody walk your body
Everybody walk (Oh)
Hup 2, 3, 4, what the hell are we fightin' 4? Walk!
Hup 2, 3, 4, what the hell are we fightin' 4? Walk!
Company fall in line, talk
Hup 2, 3, 4, what the hell are we fightin' 4? Walk! (Jellybean)
Hup 2, 3, 4, what the hell are we fightin' 4? Walk!
Piano man, play
Damn, I'm 'bout 2 walk a hole in my Stacy Adams
What time is it?
Little cute guitar player, make your mama proud
I want all of Detroit City 2 stand up, clap your hands!
Alright U Polaroids, stay in time with the drummer
Jellybean, don't be so mean, uh (Hmm?)
Mr. Jellybean, turn it around, bass man walk downtown
Go on and walk, Terry
I don't think they heard ya, mmm
What time is it?
Rock City
Uh! Well OK, if U put it that way
Ain't nobody bad... Cheerio
We don't like policemen
We don't like new wave
We don't like television
Everybody walk your body
Everybody walk (Any walkers in the house?) (Hey) (Hey) (Oh)
Everybody walk your body
Everybody walk (That's OK, if U wanna sing, it's cool, hey)
Everybody walk your body (Everybody walk your body)
Everybody walk (Yes)
Everybody walk your body
Everybody walk (Everybody walk your body)
(The finest baggies that money can buy, alright)
Everybody walk your body (Uh)
Everybody walk (Fuzztone, uh yeah)
Everybody walk your body
Oh, everybody walk (Band)
Everybody walk your body (Everybody walk your body)
Uh, say it again
Everybody walk your body
Everybody walk (What time is it?)
Everybody walk your body
Say, hey baby, where U goin'?
I'm going home
I can't dance like that
Well baby, that's because U got those jeans on 2 tight
Now let's just take'em off
What do U mean "Let's just take'em off"?
Come on, take'em off
I got something 4 U 2 wear
Here, put this on
Uh, U always keep lingerie in your glove department?
None of my women wear gloves
Now put this on
But..
But my ass, hey, a play on words
But all the girls will stare at me
All the girls in this neighborhood already wear camisoles
I know, but..
But, but that's because it's cool
Now let's get them jeans off
Ok, but I'm warning U
Warning me about what?
Mm, God, this zipper's tight
Here, why don't U lay down?
Um, that's what I'm tryin' 2 tell U
Stop tryin' 2 tell me things and pull!
But..
Come on, pull!
I'm warning U
Mary sweet mother Jesus!
I told U
Damn baby, how'd U get all that in them jeans?
It wasn't easy
I know that's right, mmm!
Well, I think U'd be more comfortable in this
I'm sure I would, uh, I don't know
Hurry up Grace, song's almost over
My name's not Grace
I know that, but hurry up ... Grace
Man, these are weird
I guess the tag goes in the back, huh?
Hurry up
OK, OK, how do I look?
Almost as good as me, now let's go!
(Hey Morris, what time is it?)
(Who's the lovely lady, introduce us)
I'll introduce U 2 a headache if U don't get out of my face!
OK baby, now check this out
We gonna walk til the song's over
In other words, meet me at the bar in 32 measures, cool?
Cool
And if U're good, I'll let U work the stick in my ride, waa ha ha
song performed by by Prince
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Justice is done by Him
Crying for His benediction
Thou lost somewhere
in the crowd of
Thy filthy desires.
Thou served thy petty self-interest
Amidst curses and sins,
Now thou wish to amend
When thy flesh is leaving thy bones,
When thy light is fading,
Thou art scared of Thy palsy,
Thy ruin,
Thy never ending
pain
Thou art at the threshold of
Thy final destination.
Now thou will never get respite
From thy misfortune,
Until thou art forgiven by them
Whose curses thou invited
For justice is done by Him.
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Parameter Shortfall
165cm x 50 kg
Big brown eyes
Too big for a face
Two legs two arms
Body forty
Vital
Looking younger
Surrogate to change
Sensitive to soul growth
IE lg core
Satem parameter
Serbian version
Balkan geography turbulent
Rich diverse multitude
Heals Balkan pain shots
With Balkan ethno balm
Understanding sought
A bunch of professions
Moving beyond jobs
Lungs full of air
Fly flight nests of the sky
See beautiful people
In ugly torn faces
The sun passes them by
Milks them yellow golden ray
But the human cannot
Pass them by that way
Reach the end of travels
Perhaps survive
Be that living pearl spat out
By the Dead Sea
Every place becomes a home
A bit of spirit sealed in the places
Never left
A bit of spirit sealed in the places
Never seen
Embrace them all
Marina might find you guilty
Of laughter in the world falling apart
Even though you’ve seen
A lot of pain as well
And made to choose
Call it a call or a mission
Those two words you’re always
So suspicious about
Call it a call or a mission
Without recognition
Makes no difference at all
As long as
There’s a principle of joy
Appealing to a few
Brave enough to share a smile
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The birds of spirit
I can't find your name anymore
As long as I feel dead
in the valley of your face
In another shiny light
Like empty one.
Never seen before.
Our time survived
The loss of the seconds till in one
You were like the burdened tree,
From spirit birds crying that could not sleep...
purple cloud dreaming our flying
Row of extinguished stars
through greenly garden of spirits
Sword love of rugged two blades
of kissing. Cause the penetrate of words had reached
till bones. With no word listen, nor spoken.
poem by Vasil Marku
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Let There Be Light/ Spirits Dancing In The Flesh
Chorus:
Let there be light
Let there be joy
Let there be love
And understanding
Let there be peace
Throughout the land.
Verse:
Lets work together
In harmony
Lets build a better world
No suffering
And in times of darkness
Just reach out
cause there is a promise
It wont be denied
Repeat chorus six times
Narration:
This is truly paradise
Being here in this celestial garden
With all the ones you love
Where nothing dies or ever grows old
And to be bathed in light
That cast no shadow
Yes
This is the kingdom within
Still you know
Sometimes I miss seeing and feeling
The spirits dancing in the flesh
Spirits dancing in the flesh
Intro:
Cant you see them all around
Theyre all around us
Spirits, spirits dancing all around us
Chorus - chant:
Spirits
Dancing in the flesh, the spirits
Spirits
Dancing in the flesh, the spirits
Spirits
Dancing in the flesh, the spirits
Spirits
Dancing in the flesh, the spirits
All over, all over, all over
song performed by by Santana
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