Going is not Staying
Going is pleasing, but staying is the finest,
Because success is a wand of delight, the achiest.
Homes must destroy and damage other houses and mansions,
To be absurd, to be asinine, and to be cruel demonstrations.
Denizens of the abysm are far away from killing, and willing
To crop up in mansions that keep blood, of those who are honouring.
The horror is married as a disgust also agony, they also want reading
After the books wonder from the head or grave, this is much abducting.
Go to an area of strict kindness although we do hate your kind,
You seem like evolving your bedroom and chairs, your very mind.
Go away, I say to it, and what do people carry out when warned?
Thursday is today, adding a cat to Friday, the lion forewarned.
Going and staying is when supernatural actions work,
It is gorgeous why dangers pass, when do you go berserk?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Houses—so the Wise Men tell me—
"Houses"—so the Wise Men tell me—
"Mansions"! Mansions must be warm!
Mansions cannot let the tears in,
Mansions must exclude the storm!
"Many Mansions," by "his Father,"
I don't know him; snugly built!
Could the Children find the way there—
Some, would even trudge tonight!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Staying focused is hard work and staying married is even harder.
quote by Crystal Gayle
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Friday I'm In Love
I don't care if monday's blue
Tuesday's grey and wednesday too
Thursday i don't care about you
It's friday i'm in love
Monday you can fall apart
Tuesday wednesday break my heart
Thursday doesn't even start
It's friday i'm in love
Saturday wait
And sunday always comes too late
But friday never hesitate...
I don't care if monday's black
Tuesday wednesday heart attack
Thursday never looking back
It's friday i'm in love
Monday you can hold your head
Tuesday wednesday stay in bed
Or thursday watch the walls instead
It's friday i'm in love
Saturday wait
And sunday always comes too late
But friday never hesitate...
Dressed up to the eyes
It's a wonderful surprise
To see your shoes and your spirits rise
Throwing out your frown
And just smiling at the sound
And as sleek as a shriek
Spinning round and round
Always take a big bite
It's such a gorgeous sight
To see you eat in the middle of the night
You can never get enough
Enough of this stuff
It's friday
I'm in love
song performed by by Cure
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Days And Nights Go By (by R.b.)
days and nights go by
like friends and lovers
merely passing by us
not stopping not staying
know by now, life is
like that, too, merely
passing by, not staying,
pilgrims, yes, days
and nights are pilgrims,
always passing by,
not staying,
night not blacking out
day, not exploding
yes, just passing by
like poems that you
read, that you pass
by, and then we
begin again, we pass
again, not stopping
not staying, sometimes
not even glancing.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Green Mansions
Green mansions, high upon a hill
Green mansions, quiet and still
Big wall all around
Its where my baby will be found
Waiting for that day, to come
Green mansions, high upon a hill
In the countryside where the birds begin to sing
Free from the glamour of the world
Where the story does unfurl
Waiting on that day to come
Tried in vain to forget
Just how it ought to be
Over and over and over and over again
'bout what it means to me
Green mansions, I can hear the mocking bird
Birds singing in a melancholy wood
The big wall all around
Where my baby will be found
Waiting for that day to come
Well Ive tried in vain, to forget
Yeah what it ought to be
Over and over, over again
Just what it means to me
Green mansions, high upon a hill
Green mansions, quiet and still
Big wall all around
Where my baby will be found
Waiting for that day to come
Green mansions, high upon a hill
Green mansions, quiet and still
Big wall all around
Where my baby will be found
Waiting for that day to come.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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President Kennedy
(sleepy john estes)
Late one friday evening everybody was sad
We lost the best president we ever had
But hes gone home, gone back home
Hes staying away too long
Rode from town to town holdin up for our rights
Some low down rascal took the presidents life
But hes gone home, gone back home
Hes staying away too long
Mrs. kennedy got a mansion on the island, stayed 9 months, all shed be
She have another mansion, soon as she reach washington, d.c.
But hes gone home, gone back home
Hes staying away too long
Everybody votes, they dont know whats goin on
If goldwater get it, we wont have no home
But hes gone home, gone back home
Hes staying away too long
While horses and cars all in a row
I think mr. kennedy have a right to this long white robe
But hes gone home, gone back home
Hes staying away too long
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Staying Power
Let me show it to you
See what I got
I got a heel of a lot
Tell me what you feel
Is it real
It is real
You know I got what it takes
And I can take a lot
Did you hear the last call baby
You and me got staying power
Staying power I got it I got it
I wonder when were gonna make it
I wonder when were gonna shake it
Rock me baby rock me
Cmon you can shock me
Lets catch on to the groove
Make it move, make it move
You know how to shake that thing
Well work it, work it , work it
You and I can play ball baby
You and me got staying power
I wonder when were gonna make it
I wondows when were gonna shake it
Ive got fire down below
Im just a regular dynamo
Want some smooth company
Dont lose control just hang on out with me
Got to get to know each other
But we got plenty of time
Did you hear the last call baby
You and me got staying power
You and me we got staying power
Power
I wonder where were gonna stick it
I wonder when were gonna trick it
Blow baby blow
Lets get down and go go
Get yourself in the mood
Got to give a little bit of attitude
Baby dont you crash
Lets just trash trash trash
Did you hear the last call baby
You and me got staying power
You and me we got staying power
Staying power... gotcha
song performed by by Queen
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Days Gone By....
Thursday.
got a headache on Wednesday
Tuesday was bad,
and Monday was unforgiving.
negative energies are always here with me.
There is a maggot feasting on the poisoned rat.
I poisoned it last week, and days are not
that efficient to kill it without seeing
another light.
It died inside the cabinet causing us
too much disturbance.
Friday, another poem.
I hate sadness. I expect redemption.
But Friday is another usual Friday.
It cannot forget that poisoned rat
that died on a Thursday.
Saturday, i will be away on a boat
crossing the sea towards an island
Sunday, again
there is no church, It is the mountain again
No, not Calvary.
It is my day with the working people.
I will eat with them
It is the day after my
5oth birthday
nothing big.50 is nothing
but a number inferior
to 60.
So what is the big deal?
i am still, no matter what,
lengthwise or
side-wise, i am still another
dust,
unseen fungus on
the scalp of another
unwashed head.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It is women who bear the race in bloody agony. Suffering is a kind of horror. Blood is a kind of horror. Women are born with horror in their very bloodstream. It is a biological thing.
quote by Bela Lugosi
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Just A Song
Oh, to get ahead in this world
Takes a lot of kind words
The ruthless damning actions
And I hope, I never have to hurt you
Though I gladly will do
My friend
And I'll be reading in the kitchen
Sipping lazy cups of tea
I won't be brooding in my bedroom
With the shutters down on me
And this song is not cathartic
Because I've done nothing wrong
It's just a song
It's just a song
Oh, you see the more you're trying
The more I know you're lying
The more I start to hate the sight of you
Tell me what would you do?
Pulled by both arms, nearly torn in two
I'll be reading in the kitchen
Sipping lazy cups of tea
I won't be brooding in my bedroom
With the covers over me
And this song is not cathartic
Because I've done nothing wrong
It's just a song
It's just a song
And I'll be reading in the kitchen
Sipping lazy cups of tea
I won't be brooding in my bedroom
With the shutters down on me
And this song is not cathartic
Because I've done nothing wrong
It's just a song
It's just a song
It's just a song
It's just a song
song performed by by Ordinary Boys
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Do You Like It
I crawled out from the pain of yesterday
I crawled to you and
I said all the things that you said to say
Have I said enough
Do you like it yeah e yeah
Do you like it yeah e yeah
I know why youre playin these dirty games
Theyre killing me and
I know how you love to watch me beg
Well here I am
Do you like it yeah e yeah
And do you like it yeah e yeah
And do you like it yeah e yeah, yeah e yeah, yeah e yeah
I dont wanna be a puppet for you
Dont wanna bite the hand thats feeding
I dont wanna be a sucker for you, oh yes you
I hate myself for begging
I hate myself for staying
I hate myself for listening to,
You, you, you, you, you
Its too little too late
Well I cant escape
So beggin you please
I changed all the things that you told me to change
Im on my knees
Do you like it yeah e yeah
And do you like it yeah e yeah
And do you like it yeah e yeah, yeah e yeah, yeah e yeah
I dont wanna be a puppet for you
Dont wanna bite the hand thats feeding
I dont wanna be a sucker for you, ah yes you
I hate myself for begging
I hate myself for staying
I hate myself for listening to you
I just wanna get out
Stuck inside of this
Waiting for something else
Waiting to exist
Can you offer me help
Help from what I missed, I missed, i
Do you like it yeah e yeah
Do you like it yeah e yeah
Do you like it yeah e yeah, yeah e yeah, yeah e yeah
I dont wanna be a puppet for you
Dont wanna bite the hand thats feeding
I dont wanna be a sucker for you, ah yes you
I hate myself for begging
I hate myself for staying
I hate myself for listening to you oh i
For listening to you oh i
For listening to you oh i
For listening to you oh
song performed by by Our Lady Peace
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What is Success?
Success is not merely becoming wealthy.
Success is not only working for remaining healthy.
Success is not going after fame and name.
Success is not living life for such mind game.
Success is not just taking career to the top.
Success is not staying in a bungalow at the hill top.
Success is working hard for your dreams you believe.
Success is perseverance and efforts till you achieve your deal.
Success is having consideration for everyone.
Success is a strong desire and to live to help each one.
Success is to follow the religion of humanity.
Success is to always remember all pervading divinity.
Success is to follow the principle, “Live and let others live.”
Success is to accept others as diversity of nature; beautiful and alive.
Success is working for happiness of the world, a dedication.
Success is to love everyone unconditionally without any expectation.
poem by Dr.nutan Pol
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Pissheads
piss heads in the park
piss heads in the park
staying out till dark
staying out till dark
dont wanna see the crack in your arse
when you're lying on the grass
dont wanna hear your shout
when im just out walking about
piss heads in the park
piss heads in the park
staying out till dark
staying out till dark
dont wanna see your veins
coming out your brains
dont wanna feel the pain
of your life put down the drain
piss heads in the park
piss heads in the park
staying out till dark
staying out till dark
dont wanna think your my destiny
when i feel the addict in me
there has to be something more
than pissing on the floor
piss heads in the park
piss heads in the park
staying out till dark
staying out till dark
dont want the crack and the smack
when it only puts you back
to the bare necessities of being in the park
and staying out till dark
staying out till dark
so no-one sees
poem by Petra Creffield
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It's O.K. (It's Alright)
(it's alright)
I've been looking for about an hour, for a place to drink
Trouble with this town, everyone's asleep
Me and my girlfriend, had another fight
Now she's gone and left me, in the middle of the night
It's OK, it's alright, baby's staying one more night
It's OK, it's alright, baby's staying one more night
If I've been looking for about an hour, for a place to drink
If I had a number, I'd give her a ring
I've got to, got to tell her, how sorry I am
If I get to see her, I know she'll understand
It's OK, it's alright, baby's staying one more night
And just you, and I, maybe we can make it right
If you're sure your answer's no,
Take you where you want to go
It's OK, it's alright, baby's staying one more night
I've been trying for an hour, to find the right words
I know what she's thinking, I know how it hurts
It's OK, it's alright, baby's staying one more night
And just you, and I, maybe we can make it right
If you're sure your answer's no,
I'll take you where you want to go
It's OK, it's alright, baby's staying one more night
It's OK, it's alright, baby's staying one more night
song performed by by Fine Young Cannibals
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Diseases
When do cries bleed from diseases?
Where are the destinies and denizens?
My illness carried magic, little ones,
The little one will answer us suddenly.
Our houses of horror carry an armchair
In which I sit and bend like heaven.
The drag course is danger, like opening
And closing us foolishly.
Crying is like weeping in the whole month,
Up in the clouds of the mountains.
poem by Naveed Akram
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My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, & I Dont Love Jesus
By: jimmy buffett
1975
Chorus:
My head hurts, my feet stink, and I dont love jesus (oh my lordy its that...)
Its that kind of mornin
Really was that kind of night
Tryin to tell myself that my condition is improvin
And if I dont die by thursday Ill be roarin friday night
Went down to the snake pit
To drink a little beer
Listen to the jukebox
Merle was comin in clear
All of a sudden I wadn alone
Pickin country music with ol joe bones
Duval street was rockin
My eyes they starting poppin
Because there she sat at the corner of the bar
As I broke another string on my ol guitar
Someone call a cab
Lady wontcha pay my tab
Chorus:
And now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I dont love jesus
(oh my lordy its that...)
Its that kinda mornin
Really was that kinda night
Tryin to tell myself that my condition is improvin
And if I dont die by thursday Ill be roarin friday night
Gotta get a little orange juice
And a darvon for my head
I cant spend all day
Baby layin in the bed
Im goin down to faustos get some chocolate milk
Cant spend my life in yer sheets of silk
Ive got to find my way
Crawl out and greet the day
Chorus:
But now my head hurts, my feet stink, and I dont love jesus
(oh my lordy its that...)
Its that kinda mornin
Really was that kinda night
Tryin to tell myself that my condition is improvin
And if I dont die by thursday Ill be roarin friday night
Let me tell ya, I be roarin friday night
I mean Ill be
Roarin
Friday
Night
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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I Hate It
i hate this stupid world
and the place i have in it
i hate this stupid house
and the life that its finished
i hate this computer
so ragged, so slow
i hate all the things
that i do not know
i hate the way words
can bring a person to their knees
i hate that hearts
break so easily
i hate that people die
when theyre oh so young in age
i hate it when my book
is oddly missing a page
i hate it when you cry
and won't tell me what's wrong
i hate the way people write random stuff
and sing it and call it a song
i hate that life sucks
and always will for me
i hate it that we can't
go on living happily
i hate it that i like you
when you so obviously don't like me back
i hate it when my parents
never cut me any slack
i hate it that im breaking
and nothing can fix the truth
i hate my wounds for healing
and not staying to give proof
i hate that i hate so many things
yet i don't regret a bit
i hate it that i don't always hate the days
when i feel like shit
poem by Something Changing
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Low Income
Intro:
Let um feel the beat first
Im bout to come through your stereo
Should my rhyme start with the hook
Start with the hook
To my people who dont wanna go to work
Thank God its friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt
Thank God its friday
Do your mom now you act so berserk
Thank God its friday
Whats the track, whats the track girl?
She dont wanna, she dont wanna work on monday
(I wanna thank my hood)
Verse 1:
For makin me a star before I had fast cars
And couldnt tell the difference between whoppers and caviar
Before the fame
Way before things changed
All I wanted to do was freestyle and get a name
I used to work at the fast food restaurant
For minimum wage
Dreamin Im on stage
At 17 I left the house
Cause my father was a minister
And I didnt want the marvin route
Whats goin on?
Today to sell a song you need a video with soft porn
Mcs in the industry
You wanna tip?
Dont let them pimp you like goldy
And tell sony they better have my money
Cause I play wit the comodores and be like lionel richie
Low income, I stay so hungry that if 50 cent came to rob me
Hed be part of my charity
(I wanna thank my hood)
To my people cuttin here in the shops
Thank God its friday
To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops
Yo, its friday
To my people that dont got no job
Everyday its friday
Whats the track, whats the track yo?
She dont wanna, she dont wanna work on monday
All the ladies sing
Ladies:
I dont feel
Like cookin you no breakfast
This mornin
(wyclef: all my hoodlums say)
Guys:
You dont have
To cook me breakfast
Cause your girlfriend will
After you leave
(I wanna thank my hood)
Verse 2:
For the love of money
I know kids wholl slit your throat
Friday the 13th
Jason wit a trench coat
But you cant scare suzie
Cause her man got so many uzis youd think he was cadivi
Meanwhile, shes getting her nails done
Crystal clear so they could shine like wit diamonds
Its such a shame what happened last week
Man they found her under the sheets with a letter from the son of sam
It said to tell new york I aint sleepin
You want to be clubbin then you better pack your heat in
And to my man g swar rest in piece
I still poor liquor
1 draw on the cocoa leaf
Inhale, exhale smoke grasses
Polices in the area, but aint no need to panic
You wit wyclef you getting in
If not, then we gonna make cnn
(I wanna thank my hood)
To my people who dont wanna go to work
Thank God its friday
Cover me she bout to put up her skirt
Thank God its friday
Do your mom know you act so berserk?
Thank God its friday
Whats the track, whats the track girl?
She dont wanna she dont wanna work on monday
Yo, to my people cuttin here in the shops
Thank God its friday
To the thugs sweatin up in the chop shops
Yo, its friday
To my people who dont got no job
Everyday its firday
Whats the track, whats the track yo?
She dont wanna she dont wanna work on monday
All the ladies sing
Ladies:
I dont feel
Like cookin you no breakfast
This mornin
(wyclef: all my hoodlums say)
Guys:
You dont have
To cook me breakfast
Cause your girlfriend will
After you leave
Guitar solo
(daddy, play that guitar)
song performed by by Wyclef Jean
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I Hate You And I Hate Myself
i hate you for hurting me,
i hate you more for loving me.
i hate you for lying to me.
i hate you more for been true to me.
i hate your for leaving me.
i hate you more for staying with me.
i hate you for ignoring me
i hate you more for caring me
i hate you for everything you did.
i hate you for things you didn't do.
i hate you for you say you love me.
i hate you more for you say you cant hate me.
AND
i hate myself for loving you.
i hate myself more for hurting you.
i hate myself for been true to you.
i hate myself more for lying to you.
i hate myself for staying with you.
i hate myself more for leaving you.
i hate myself for caring you.
i hate myself more for ignoring you.
i hate myself for everything i did.
i hate myself more for the things i didn't do.
for i cant hate you.
i hate myself more for i cant say 'i love you'.
Falsehood
Falsehood hated the solving mind,
Lines of glory have been written
Due to aches and pains of the collision
That compels us to wrong and turn over the head
Into sleep, so fortunate that we detest it.
False boars of indulgence scare us and hate
For we grind the doors of the mind on hate
As hatred itself.
It must destroy us, hatred is to destroy me
And the residents we occupy with our houses.
Castles and doors to these large monuments
Will be peaceful now that falsehood is again.
poem by Naveed Akram
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