Mere Phantasy
The story is mere phantasy, of extremities,
The hardships of love commend a relief.
In this story of hard knowledge there is my altar
To which I sacrifice, and I worship the belief.
Let it become you this forsaken nature,
It became one when it was not one
And the smells of paradise ever felt.
The phantasy has turned true due to the sky
And the information so fragrant is vanishing.
This is mere phantasy!
poem by Naveed Akram
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My Nutmeg Phantasy
nutty nutmeg phantasy
can't you see you and me
in my nutty nutmeg phantasy
nutty nutmeg phantasy
you and me
can't you see
you and me
in my nutty nutmeg
baby I know we had a bad day
you are so mad at me
it don't mean we have to mope around
picture us on the moon
happy like a cartoon
believe in love and it will come down
nutty nutmeg phantasy
can't you see you and me
in my nutty nutmeg phantasy
nutty nutmeg phantasy
you and me
can't you see
you and me
in my nutty nutmeg
picture if I was understanding
and you were less demanding
and the only time we scream and shout
is when we're making love babe
on top of cloud 8
believe in love and it will come down
nutty nutmeg phantasy
can't you see you and me
in my nutty nutmeg phantasy
nutty nutmeg phantasy
you and me
can't you see
you and me
in my nutty nutmeg
imagine and maybe it will happen
you and me till the end
may be a dream but it's real to me
chocolare covered roses
love in massive doses
in my nutmeg phanta-ta-sy
nutty nutmeg phantasy
can't you see you and me
in my nutty nutmeg phantasy
nutty nutmeg phantasy
you and me
can't you see
you and me
in my nutty nutmeg
song performed by by Macy Gray from The ID
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Hard Luck Story
Dont ask me to love my neighbour
Cause I dont love the man
Dont ask me for my favours
I wont lend a hand
And if I had real power
Then I could disappear
Wouldnt have to be around you
Id sink into the atmosphere
Then I wouldnt hear
Your hard luck story
Its a hard luck, a hard luck story
Dont ask me to tip the waiter
For he is underhand
I can tell he is a woman hater
And he is a nasty man
Within reach lies all desire
For each and every soul
Stripped bare and stretching higher
You fall into the last balck hole
To end your hard
Hard luck story
Its a hard luck
Hard luck story
Dont ask me to pray to jesus
Ive never met the man
I only meet weekend preachers
Pictures of the promised land
All the new holy saviours
Who pretend to understand
Who do you think will save you
Modern day beggar man
Such a hard luck
Hard luck story
Its a hard luck
Hard luck story
Its such a hard
Hard luck story
Its a hard luck
Hard luck story
Dont ask me to love my neighbour
Dont ask me to tip the waiter
Dont ask me to pray to jesus
He picked his time to leave us
Its a hard luck
Hard luck story
Its a hard luck
Hard luck story
Its a hard luck story
Hard luck story
song performed by by Men At Work
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The Finer Spirit.
'Tis when the wits I have are gone
The finer powers appear;
The spirit of phantasy leads me on,
And gives my heart her cheer.
The all-licensed fool the mad king had
Was but the light of Lear,
His soul's familiar, motley clad,
That told him no lies here.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Thought's Austerity.
Alas! in this bare life thought is austere,
And only when the dream-clouds cover us
And we breathe phantasy's sweet airs, we take
Contentment, though 'tis visionary, on,
And find some miracle of beauty still
To charm us from the savour of ourselves.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Another Weeping Woman
Pour the unhappiness out
From your too bitter heart,
Which grieving will not sweeten.
Poison grows in this dark.
It is in the water of tears
Its black blooms rise.
The magnificent cause of being,
The imagination, the one reality
In this imagined world
Leaves you
With him for whom no phantasy moves,
And you are pierced by a death.
poem by Wallace Stevens
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXXX: Story
Story about future is called imagination
Story about past is called memories
Story about present is called reality
Story that becomes true is called prophecy
Story that becomes unfulfilled is called regret
Story that becomes no end is called boasting
Small story is called experience
Epic story is called history
Forgotten story is called lesson
Story that becomes obsession is called ambition
Story that becomes untold is called secret
Story that becomes go its own way is called life
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Sound Like A Melody
it's a trick of my mind
to faces bathing in the screenlight
she's so soft and warm in my arms
i tune it into the scene
my hand are resting on her shoulders
when we're dancing away for a while
oh, we're moving, we're falling, we step into the fire
by the hour of the wolf in a midnight dream
there's no reason to hurry, just start that brand new story
set it alight, we're head over heels in love
head over heels
the ringing of your laughter it sounds like a melody
to once forbidden places we'll go for a while
it's the definite show
our shadows resting in the moonlight
it's so clear and bright in your eyes
it's the touch of your sighs
my lips are resting on your shoulder
when we're moving so soft and slow
we need the extasy, the jelousy, the comedy of love
like the cary grants and kellys once before
give me more tragedy, more harmony and phantasy, my love
and set it alight, just starting that satellite
set it alight
song performed by by Alphaville
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Fakes Are In Demand
Mona Lisa is mere imagery;
Cinema is an imaginary.
So are story, poetry and history.
To make believe is their strategy.
Imitation, replica, duplicates,
And fakes are make belief for the real.
Make belief serves us giving second chance
That life denies us. They’re in demand.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sounds Like A Melody
Alphaville:
Sounds like a melody
Its a trick of my mind
To faces bathing in the screenlight
Shes so soft and warm in my arms
I tune it into the scene
My hand are resting on her shoulders
When were dancing away for a while
Oh, were moving, were falling, we step into the fire
By the hour of the wolf in a midnight dream
Theres no reason to hurry, just start that brand new story
Set it alight, were head over heels in love
Head over heels
The ringing of your laughter it sounds like a melody
To once forbidden places well go for a while
Its the definite show
Our shadows resting in the moonlight
Its so clear and bright in your eyes
Its the touch of your sighs
My lips are resting on your shoulder
When were moving so soft and slow
We need the extasy, the jelousy, the comedy of love
Like the cary grants and kellys once before
Give me more tragedy, more harmony and phantasy, my ***d e a r***
And set it alight, just starting that satellite
Set it alight
song performed by by Alphaville
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Rachel
The story of Rachel is a story of great love,
A story shaped by our Heavenly Father above.
A story of great mystery,
A wonderful story of biblical history.
Of a man in search of the love of his life,
The woman God would provide for a wife.
An epic of a wicked father, who cheated and lied,
A man of faith worked seven years and cried.
When the calendar turned over a fourteenth year,
Jacob would hear Rachel's sweet whisper in his ear.
He would remember a dry and dusty by a well,
And Rachel's beauty as well.
Rachel, to be true to your God is to be true to your self,
Follow the book and gain great spiritual wealth.
You have a natural beauty a delight to behold,
Much like the Rachel of old.
You are bright and willing to achieve,
Set your course drive hard and in Jesus believe.
You have parents old and new who in you delight,
And are watching to see you follow in God's might.
Instincts Are Independent
To fall in love,
Learning about love
Is not necessary.
To write a poem,
Studying great poems
Is not a must.
To be selfish,
Knowledge in scripts
Is mere an onlooker..
To be immoral,
Moral awareness
Is a mere witness.
16.08.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Old Age. (Sonnet IV.)
The course of my long life hath reached at last,
In fragile bark o'er a tempestuous sea,
The common harbor, where must rendered be
Account of all the actions of the past.
The impassioned phantasy, that, vague and vast,
Made art an idol and a king to me,
Was an illusion, and but vanity
Were the desires that lured me and harassed.
The dreams of love, that were so sweet of yore,
What are they now, when two deaths may be mine,--
One sure, and one forecasting its alarms?
Painting and sculpture satisfy no more
The soul now turning to the Love Divine,
That oped, to embrace us, on the cross its arms.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Love, Dearest Lady, Such As I Would Speak
Love, dearest Lady, such as I would speak,
Lives not within the humor of the eye;—
Not being but an outward phantasy,
That skims the surface of a tinted cheek,—
Else it would wane with beauty, and grow weak,
As if the rose made summer,—and so lie
Amongst the perishable things that die,
Unlike the love which I would give and seek:
Whose health is of no hue—to feel decay
With cheeks' decay, that have a rosy prime.
Love is its own great loveliness alway,
And takes new lustre from the touch of time;
Its bough owns no December and no May,
But bears its blossom into Winter's clime.
poem by Thomas Hood
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Thought.
How mystical is thought! We do but think,
Be it of heaven or hell, and we are there!
Such feet has phantasy, more fleet than light,
We flash ourselves away where'er we will,
And in a wink return we know not how.
It is our Genius haply makes it all —
The vision of the things we seem to see,
Which yet are not, or were not, had we not
The miracle of thought within us still,
Like Love's begetting, making all things new,
And still unmaking all we have done with;
So with creative joy as in a dream
Folding us in ourselves, as if it were,
Who are still one with all that we have made,
Revisioning the mystic entities
As each one reads as with undying eyes
The hyacinthine wonder of the soul,
As if alone in an enchanted isle
On the meridian of his own desire.
poem by Robert Crawford
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The Grass Smells Red
The grass smells red.
Untill these mortal bounds find thier way into the catostrophic fire's of love and redemption, the grass will smell red.
The grass tells a story of wars unsung and battles lost.
The grass tells a story of love gained and a fury found again.
The grass smells red...but does it speak?
Does it's voice ring out like the bells in a steeple?
Does it feel the pain of those who died?
Did it hear the screams?
The grass smells red and it grow's red.
It feels red.
This grass will die red.
poem by Troy Nichols
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Wonderboy
havent been very good
for some time but now I listen to the music once again
to bowie and the petshop boys
getting better as the musics getting back to my head
when the moon has turned the blood
at the end of the world
then the saints go marchin in and everybody starts to cry
wake up, wonderboy
i havent been very well
feeling kind of seasick, tryin to follow your contrail
youre flying miles above my head
while Im dreaming underwater sleeping in a whale
when the stars begin to shine
let me be in this number
and then it comes within a wave, like lsd to phantasy
like gasoline into a fire, like virgin blood to a vampire
and everybody starts to smile
cause im the wonderboy again...
wake up, wonderboy..
song performed by by Alphaville
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Forsaken
Now The Day Has Come
We Are Forsaken This Time
We Lived Our lives
In Our Paradise
As Gods We Shaped The World Around
No Borderlines
We Stayed Behind
No Boundaries Is Something Fragile
Well We Thought We Were Gaining
We Turned Back The Time
It Still Slips Away
Our Time Has Run Out
Our Future Has Died
There's No More Escape
Chorus
Now The Day Has Come
We Are Forsaken
There's No Time Any More
Life Will Pass Us By
We Are Forsaken
We're The Last Of Our Kind
The Sacrifice
Was Much To Hide
Our Grief Just Made Us All Go On
We Try To Hide What We Fear Inside
Today Is The End Of Tomorrow
As The Sea Started Rise
And The Land That We Conquered
It Just Washed Away
We All Have Tried
To Turn Back The Time
It Was All In Vain
Chorus
Now The Day Has Come
We Are Forsaken
There's no Time Anymore
Life Will Pass You By
We Are Forsaken
Only Rules Stay Below
"Een Hoop Gebrabbel"
Now The Day Has Come
We Are Forsaken This Time
Now The Day Has Come
We Are Forsaken
There's No Time Any More
Now The Day Has Come,
The Day Has Come
song performed by by Within Temptation
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Candy Love
Candy candy the taste of love
Its half past ten and you start to shove
With spicy boys
And girls its on you
The groove is on
So dont be cruel
Candy candy makes you hot
Our capacity burns the quality shocks
The flavour is good
Ill give you some more
It was once a phantasy
Candy love
Its a candy like this
Candy love
Candy candy its eleven oclock
The time is right to fall in love
With spicy boys
Girls its on you
Music can be like an insanity
Its my life a stronger philosophy
It doesnt matter what style we are doing
Crossover, nu rock, hip hop oder scheisskram
song performed by by Guano Apes
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Tell Me A Story
Tell me a story that isn't gory
tell me a story that isn't fake
tell me a story where you made a mistake
tell me a story where the cows come home
tell me a story I want to know
tell me a story where the princess finds herself
not a prince who is more like an elf.
Tell me a story that I can laugh out loud
tell me a story where storm makes lighting clouds.
For in the end we only have our stories to tell
what make them funny, give them hell.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Tell Me A Story
Tell me a story that isn't gory
tell me a story that isn't fake
tell me a story where you made a mistake
tell me a story where the cows come home
tell me a story I want to know
tell me a story where the princess finds herself
not a prince who is more like an elf.
Tell me a story that I can laugh out loud
tell me a story where storm makes lighting clouds.
For in the end we only have our stories to tell
what make them funny, give them hell.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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