Relief road
At a life's congested passage
His metallic painted hearse-like dilapidated car stopped.
Fuel tank has a tiny hole like his crocodile-skin wallet.
He sees an arrow with a sign-board,
'Here's the relief road.'
And someone mutters;
'Leave your limousine aside
And walk downwards to the trance.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Narrow streets but join the roads
I was really frustrated about the last night's incident,
Dear brother, your helpless car stopped here to fuel the tank.
I understand you have to drive further.
But your wallet wasn't sound as same as my poor pocket.
The two dollar shinning bill which I gave to you is not enough
And the journey is far and rough.
Let the day comes the Automobiles could run with water.
But the water too expensive nowadays.
We are narrow streets chum!
But some day join the roads.
I wish you good luck Comrade
And let the free polluted air turns into fuel on your pleasant way.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Future Imperfect
Beneath a gray and weeping sky
I watched a horse drawn hearse go by
A sight we very rarely see
It seems to have more dignity
Than any slowly driven limousine
Two horses black as ebony
A well matched pair walk sedately
Almost as if the horses know
The must put on a finer show
Than any slowly driven limousine
The hearse itself is gleaming black
With etched glass windows in the back
Through which it’s possible to see
The coffin more respectfully
Than any slowly driven limousine
The cortege as it passes by
Is guaranteed to catch the eye
It is a sight that seemingly
Most people would prefer to see
Than any slowly driven limousine
Though fashions change there is a cost
The sense of dignity is lost
Although I’m sure they do their best
Nothing attracts less interest
Than any slowly driven limousine
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Forever Lonely Road
As I walk along the forever lonely road
Thoughts of you collide in my mind, and I can't get them out
As I walk along the forever lonely road
My eyes start to play tricks on me, and I believe them
As I walk along the forever lonely road
I reach out, and my hand touches your skin
As I walk along the forever lonely road
I can hear your voice calling to me, and I can't resist
As i walk along the forever lonely road
I get closer to you, and I'm unable to turn around
As we walk along the open road
Life isn't so lonely anymore, because of you
poem by Mikaila Scotto
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The latter part of life
He knows where the journey ends
And he always put his love
For his family first,
The old Man at the passage
Mutters something
And I guessed;
'I am not worried of myself
But the faithful companion
My walking stick,
Once I stopped breathing
Don't know whether they look after that well
Or throw away like a drumstick? '
* A smile happens in a flash, but the memory of it can last a lifetime.
-Unknown
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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First Shot
I said I was hunting deer. I knew the trails, the split tracks and pellets of shit; circles
where they bedded down together. I faced a buck once, for almost ten minutes I think;
I moved first and it left me. I ran home to think.
I had a bow, target arrows, a target on straw. My father said be careful, and I was, but
I sneaked my bow and arrow to the woods. I surprised a tiny rabbit near a hole. It
froze. I had an arrow on it. I moved and it ran for the hole. I never shot.
They had a blanket, in a clearing of wiry grass that sloped to the north. He had her
down, her hands all over his back. I thought I knew her. They hadn't seen me. I notched
an arrow. His head turned my way, vague, like he needed his glasses, and maybe afraid.
I got scared, I wasn't sure what it was; I shot my arrow, my first shot, wild I think, and ran.
I waited for something for weeks, for more than weeks. I couldn't answer questions. I
thought I saw her a few times, later. I never went back until I was sixteen, almost, and
nothing was there but I only stayed for a minute.
poem by Eric Torgersen
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All the music was stopped! !
All da music was stopped
Brought hour to halt
Spookiness prevailed everywhere
Ghosts moving here n there
No sign of life
All da music was stopped
Ppl stopped walking
N I was moving
Feet were tired
Eyes were cruel
There was nobody to save me
I was stopped
All da music was stopped
It tuk away my walk
Heels were high
But peek was low
All da glitter was gone
Wid da mist of his bones
All da music was stopped
Brought hour to halt
poem by Somia Race
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Vale Do Rico Homem
Vale Do Rico Homem
A strange place, houses are as big as castles
tall forbidding wall on top, broken glass set
in cement; gates that can withstand a tank.
A lush valley, but no bird songs, presumable
the occupants of this scary place want peace.
I sat on my scooter for an hour in the hope of
casting a glimpse of the people inside, but no.
each palace was like little islets cut off from
the world, here they need no one and live in
splendid isolation. But just as I was to leave
a black hearse pulled up outside a gate that
slowly glided open- even the rich must die.-
Prisoners of wealth, I ought to take one of them
out one day, so he can see a bit of real life
before the somber hearse arrives.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Hole in me
If you left me
I'd be empty
You'd leave a hole in me
I couldn't get over
The fact that it's over
You'd leave a hole in me
That's my greatest fear
You leaving me here
You'd leave a hole in me
It would kill
The hole would never fill
You'd leave a hole in me
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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Slick Black Limousine
Well I hope I die in a slick black limousine
Oh come along momma gonna take a look at me
Gonna fly though the city
Gonna fly to the sea
Gonna fly my my my my my
I get set get
...it is
Well I get first prize
I remember it quite clear
Gonna fly though the city
Gonna fly to the sea
Gonna fly yay yay yay yay yay yay yay yow
I hope I die in a slick black limousine
Yeah come along momma gonna take a take a look at me
We're gonna fly to the ocean
Gonna fly to the sea
We're gonna fly yay yay yeah
Ninety miles an hour
Swervin' all over the road
Hundred miles an hour
My hand's on the radio
Baby's in the back seat
Bompin' all over the road
No one, no one touch my limousine
Yeah the lord ... my limousine
Yeah the lord ... my limousine
Yeah the lord ... my limousine
Now stuck up livin' with a Model T
My machine, my machine
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Colors
Walking in the subway
alone late at night
New York city gangs
everywhere in sight
Your fell their anger upon you
you feel their hateful eyes
walk a little faster now
you're fighting for your life
As they walk on closer
their eyes burn down your back
you feel a thousand cries
not prepared for their attack
A mission bell sent sign
a sign that you board soon
you've come this far
song performed by by Iced Earth
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I Walk Down The Road Toward Another Poem
I walk down the road toward another poem-
It will come before the road ends-
It is coming now
Surrounded as it often is by morning light-
I have made many poems in my life-
This is another one-
The one I am writing now-
Having stopped in the middle of the road
Before I get home.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Stranded In A Limousine
paul simon.
he was a mean individual,
he had a heart like a bone,
he was a naturally crazy man,
and better off left alone,
he stopped one nite, at a traffic lite,
and when that lite turned green,
he was a mean individual, stranded in a limousine.
hey, hey, hey,hey,
all the children on the street,
come running out their front doors,
running out their back doors,
flying on their feet,
they said mama oh, papa oh,
see what i have seen,
theres a mean individual,
stranded in a limousine.
then everybody come running,
everybody said, lordy lord,
everybody was gunning,
gonna divvy up the re-ward,
then wah wah wah wah wah wah wah,
a siren,
a flashing lite,
but the mean individual, had vanished in the black of nite.
hey hey hey
they wondered where to begin,
cos he left that neighborhood,
just like a rattlesnake, sheds its skin,
then they searched the roofs, and checked out the groups,
and they photographed the scene,
of the mean individual,
stranded in a limousine.
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Kenny The Crocodile
A crocodile that lived with many
who everyone knew as Kenny
was shunned by all the others
including his sisters and brothers.
Now Kenny was not one to really care
that his natural stench filled the air.
He thought it totally unnecessary and futile
that they should shun a brother crocodile.
He was forced to leave the muddy pool,
by the long nosed elders who did rule.
After walking and jogging for several days
he rested in the jungle and began to laze.
A keen eyed crocodile hunter close by
espied Kenny out of his one good eye.
He took careful aim and fired his rifle,
expecting Kenny to get an eyeful.
But Kenny rolled over towards the sun,
as the hunter again fired his gun.
He missed again as Kenny charged
at the hunter and his entourage.
Alas poor Kenny fell for a very old trick
and plunged into the hunter’s pit.
When soundly dead the natives jumped in
and relieved him of his valuable skin.
All over the world his patterned skin is bought
by those who give him not a thought.
I wonder if he thought, was it really worthwhile
being born a smelly crocodile.
poem by Orlando Belo
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American Skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots, and we'll take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
41 shots, they cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
Ain't no secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots, lena gets her son ready for school
She says now on these streets charles
You got to understand the rules
Promise me if an officer stops you'll always be polite
Never ever run away and promise mama you'll keep your hands in sight
Cause is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
41 shots and we'll take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
41 shots my boots caked in mud
We're baptized in these waters and in each other's blood
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
Your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Who Will It Be
Who will take care of you when you get older
When you are walking down life’s road
Who will be there, with love and also care
When you, yourself are old.
Who will hold your hand and walk with you
When you are walking down life’s road
Who will be at your side, to be your guide
Who, but only you will know.
Who will carry you if you become to tired to walk
When you are walking down life’s road
Who will carry your weight, and wont hesitate
Who could be that proud and bold.
Who will stay at your side and will not leave you
When you are walking down life’s road
Who will wipe away your tear, and soothe your fear
Who will comfort your mind and soul.
Who will be there with you till the very end
When you are walking down life’s road
When you see the mistakes, that you did make
When your life unto you will unfold.
Who will be there to tell you goodbye
When your journey ends on life’s road
When you take those steps, with sadness and regret
Who will be the one with love to show.
poem by Randy McClave
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Fuel Your Gratefulness With Thanks
Pick up your speed.
Don't be afraid to lead.
Crank.
It.
Up.
Crank it up!
You turned the key,
To keep you heat.
So crank it up!
Pour and sip champagne from your cup.
Crank.
It.
Up.
Don't slow your roll.
Crank it up...
When you get on the road.
Don't get into a situation,
To see your ambitions curbed...
Blocked, Locked and stopped.
And eventually towed.
Crank it up!
Fill up your tank.
Fuel your gratefulness with thanks.
Crank.
You turned the key,
To keep you heat.
Pick up your speed.
Don't be afraid to lead.
Crank.
It.
Up.
And go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I had a breakthrough, I think my life just became calmer, I gave up drinking. My priorities changed as I had a young daughter. The group didn't want me to record for the Think Tank album... so I took it as a sign to leave.
quote by Graham Coxon
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Will I See You Again
In the dark
Im lying all alone
I just wonder where you are
But I know that you will come
That youll be there
Ive got to walk this lonesome road
To get this of my head
Ive got no time for the living dead
So, Im taking off for higher ground
To get you off my back
You know, you gotta cut me some slack
cause now Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
cause now Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Will I see you again
I didnt have the chance to say, Im sorry
Will I see you again
This is more than I can take (from you)
A bottle of moonshine in the evening
And the daymare starts to fade
Now Ive got time for the weekend raid
Im on my own and I cant stay bored,
Ive passed that river long ago
Im not sure Im your friend or foe
cause now Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
cause now Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Will I see you again
I didnt have the chance to say, Im sorry
Will I see you again
This is more than I can take (from you)
Ive got to clear my head
song performed by by E-type
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Two Pump Texaco
(michael dulaney/neil thrasher)
(track 1 - time 3:55)
He was wipin motor oil off her dipstick
She was pullin on the hair that got caught in her lipstick
And with the smell of her perfume he forgot the smell of gasoline
As he was toppin off her tank she said, how far to abilene?
He sees em come
He sees em go
From the island of his
Two pump texaco
Theres a rusted out rambler up on the rack
And a pile of bald goodyears out in the back
He meets families on vacation, bikers and businessmen
He calls em friend but hell probably never see em again
No he wont
He sees em come
He sees em go
From the island of his
Two pump texaco
He keeps em moving
On down the road
Come back real soon
To his two pump texaco
Hes heard about those big city shop-n-go stations
With twenty automated self-service machines
He just feels sorry for them big city people
They must not know what service really means
Hes got a sign that says
Last chance stop for at least two hundred miles
Maps, gas, soda pop,
Lucky strikes and moon pies
Yeah, hes a third generation filler-up, full service man
He thanks the lord for that star in the sky and the grease on his hands
Yeah he does
He sees em come
He sees em go
From the island of his
Two pump texaco
Its like a place we used to know
Come back real soon
To his two pump texaco
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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Sigillum Diaboli
I cant see as Im facing your pityful lies
Dont have the strength to carry your heavy load of life
Im your christ and I want you
I just woke up for hearse and you know it as well as I do
Oh
I cant see through your eyes, bring your tears on me
I will leave the body for your shoulder you just have to killing
Im your christ and I want you
I just woke up for hearse and you know it as well as I do
Oh as well as I do
Oh as well as I do
Just as well as I do
Oh as well as I do
Oh as well as I do
So Im your christ and I want you
I just woke up for hearse and you know it as well as I do
So Im your christ and I want you
I just woke up for hearse and you know it as well as I do
Oh, so youve come from above
And you say you want to
And I kill myself for your love
Im killing myself for you, yes you
I cant see as I face your pityful lies
Dont have the strength to carry your heavy load of life
Im your christ and I want you
I just woke up for hearse and you know it as well as I do
Yes you do
Yes you do, my darling
Yes you do..oh
Yes you do, oh my love
song performed by by H.i.m. (his Infernal Majesty)
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