Revolution clay/clay metamorphosis
clayed live performance
dissolving into realities of clayness
tranformations of forms
alchemist's transformations of performances as forms
revolution clay/clay metamorphosis
clayed revolution blue
texture of clay-history
composed speed-logic of the uncreative urban legends
speed-logic of rich soil
questions and?
clayed lives.
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Stone
The days have passed, nights are gone,
I'm still in love with a stone,
The seasons changed, the clay too came,
I still hold it with no moan,
The clay comes to me in so many shapes,
Wants me to hold it, whatever it may take,
But clay can hurt me, clay may fake,
Even if it's clay, I have a heart it can break,
The season may change,
The clay may go,
Slowing my heart beat,
All time low,
Stone is hard,
Stone is black,
Stone is emotionless,
Doesn't stab at back,
The clay, the stone, both make me die,
But if a stone does, even the clay may cry...
and I'll never ask why...
It's better to live with a stone,
not clay,
Clay is soft, but it hurts,
which is not the stone's way.....
poem by Apurva Jain
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Dayla You Breathe In The Last Atoms of Thought
That quiver in the leaves slightly slanting down
You live like a rhyme
Eternally energized by beautiful minds
That cling to your side and sleep in your lap
Dayla you’re passion epitomized
That does not want to be apeaced
A heart beat pulsing in the rhythm of time
The fire that burns itself
Speed of light joy piercing the mind
Ash risen body clayed heavenly design
Walking a split horizon fire wire line
To be each day of our life
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Peace Proposal
Said General Clay to General Gore really must we fight this silly war
To kill and die in such a bore I quite agree said General Gore
Said General Gore to General Clay we could go to the beach today
And have some icecream on the way a grand idea said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore we'll build sand castles on the shore
Said General Gore we'll splash and play let's leave right now said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay but what if the sea's closed today
And what if the sand's been blown away the dreadful thought said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay I've always feared the ocean's spray
And we may drown it's true we may it chills my blood said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore my bathin' suit is slightly tore
We better go on with our war I quite agree said General Gore
The General Clay chanrged General Gore as bullets flew and cannons roared
And now at last there is no more of General Clay or General Gore
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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The Generals
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'Oh must we fight this silly war?
To kill and die is such a bore.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'We could go to the beach today
And have some ice cream on the way.'
'A grand idea,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'But what if the sea is closed today?
And what if the sand's been blown away?'
'A dreadful thought,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'I've always feared the ocean's spray,
And we may drown!' 'It's true, we may.
It chills my blood,' said General Clay.
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'My bathing suit is slightly tore.
We'd better go on with our war.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Then General Clay charged General Gore
As bullets flew and cannons roared.
And now, alas! there is no more
Of General Clay or General Gore.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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The Miracle Of Life In Conception
behold the miracle the wonder
captured 'a pure breath inspired'
walking radiant footsteps upon
surface of blue green clay ball
energies infused in life breath
'clayed whispered of the mind'
open to potential in life energy
open to beauty in noble hearts
inspiring warming heating cold
stone statue hearts into miracle
reborn life changes new energies
behind eyelashes opening wide
in clear vision sung in life song
singing harmonies in star crystal
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Inspired by and quoted lines from the poem ‘Energies’ by Miroslava Odalovic.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Clay Woman
Clay woman, baked too long
Stone cold, deep red, stand
Clay woman, heat too high,
Brittle with the remnant demand
Too long in the kiln
Not set at bake but sear
Scorched beauty remains,
But not a breath be near
Can't breathe too hard,
Clay woman may turn to dust
Can't look too long
For clay woman may combust,
And above all else,
Do not touch her heart,
Her back will break,
Her wounds will smart,
Clay woman, baked too long
All hope and joy abstains,
Clay woman, heat too high
Can my tears salvage my remains?
poem by Eowyn Aurora
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Logic suffers
Desire blurs the logic.
Passion wounds the logic.
Fear maims the logic.
Rage kills the logic.
They spring from instincts
To protect the self
And hence ignore the logic.
Logic is meant for the third person.
24.06.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Clay Thoughts!
there are some hard truths,
we often fail to believe
rather we succeed to forget
we are made of clay....
yes clay, i mean it
molded to be a wonder called human
still u feel reluctant to walk barefoot
feeling the mud itself is dirty for you! !
i am no exception
the extreme of identity crisis
the thought that disturbs u and me
we are clay
poem by Felix Lama
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Sex Is Not The Enemy
No evolution
Sometimes it depresses me
The same old same
We keep repeating history
The institution curses curiosity
It's our conviction
Sex is not the enemy
A revolution
Is the solution
A revolution
Is the solution
I won't feel guilty
No matter what they're telling me
I won't feel dirty and buy into their misery
I won't be shamed cause I believe that love is free
It fuels the heart and sex is not the enemy
A revolution
Is the solution
A revolution
Is the solution
True love is like gold
There's not enough to go around
But then there's god and doesn't god love everyone?
Give me a choice
Give me a chance to turn the key and find my voice
Sex is not the enemy
A revolution
Is the solution
A revolution
Is the solution
Sex is not the enemy
A revolution
song performed by by Garbage
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A Child Like Clay
A child like clay is pliable
Guidance molds him with each day
With right values, he grows up able
To live his life and not go astray.
A child like clay adapts the form
He bends and follows as one leads
To what is true he will conform
Absorbing the wisdom that he needs.
A child like clay when left alone
Hardens up warped and marred,
To doing wrong he is always prone,
His life is a mess, he ends up scarred.
A child like clay when hardened wrong
Will need a thorough brokenness
A crushing from which he will be strong
A new creation, born from forgiveness
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'Stern discipline awaits him who leaves the path,
he who hates correction will die.'
Proverbs 15: 10
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 2010
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The want of logic annoys. Too much logic bores. Life eludes logic, and everything that logic alone constructs remains artificial and forced.
quote by Andre Gide
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Happier
logic can be so tiring,
though sweet and straightforward
but it can be too exacting
and sometimes it does not work for us
it serves us a bowl of
destruction
less the imagination
hating the temporary cure of a fantasy
an illusion of glass
and light
and the provision for smell
of rare oils of lavender and
lemon
do you know that i have given too much reasoning
in exchange for the cold glass of
passivity?
i mean, just sitting down thinking about nothing
discarding the formula for living
like a bowl of clay under the sun
containing upon itself the song and caress of
sunlight
so gentle like a waft of air
around its ring
it is when i discharge what i have
when i surrender what i think i must be
that i become
fully alive
logic can be murderous
not allowing any twist of fate
on solid predictions
of this and that
with no allowance for a miracle
logic can kill us
how can it entertain other possibilities?
it is all numbers and facts
for which life is not.
i embrace possibilities now
as logic taunts and laughs
i am patient, i listen, i entertain what is hidden
from the grasp of the hands of theorems.
you see, i am relaxed, you should see the smile in my face
happier than the morning sun
the morning daisy.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The logic of words should yield to the logic of realities.
quote by Louis D. Brandeis
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Change of life style
The revolution teaches
Change of life style
In a revolution one must
Be a Victor not martyr
In a revolution one must
Take the people with him
In a revolution there must
Be a triumphof good
Over evil.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A Revolution Within
A revolution within the mind
And a revolution within that`s beyond
Are the needs of the hour...
I search for the mind first
What is beyond that is a dream to come true.
But a revolution is the need of the hour...
A fire extinguishes somewhere,
Its smoke reaching far and wide.
But there is nothing new in both!
A flood begins atop the glacier of the river far away,
Its water licking up the lands of the hungry lot.
But there is again nothing new in these too!
A revolution within my mind
And a revolution within that`s beyond
Are a poet`s perceptions perhaps.
Nothing brethern.. nothing at all can
Bring in a revolution in this life
As the game of dice is played on and on...
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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I Say Clay Oh
i say clay oh
dough sticky
flower white
turn to lotus
ripple flow
the river bed
no more to know
than a drop
of clay oh light
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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My Revolution
(casino steel/ian hunter/dangerfield)
You were just a twinkle in your teenage mothers eyes
I was squeezing brylcreem on my hair
No one taught us how to be politically correct
And no one told our winkles what to wear
Ive been there, Ive done it
Ive seen it all
That was my contribution oh-oh
So much for the revolution
When someone said, lets go to bed nobody was scared
We were up to no good all the time
Judging by those freckles and the shades upon your nose
Its possible you could be one of mine
Ive been there, Ive done it
Ive seen it all
That was my revolution
On the road again, back at number ten
Underneath the lights a thousand and one nights
A revolution for fun
You better lock up your mum
Ive been there, Ive done it
Well, Ive seen them come and go
Thats for you to guess and thats for me to know
Oh, baby
Thats for you to guess and thats for me to know
So much for revolution
So much for revolution
That was my revolution
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Revolution
More calm than a heartbeat that flat lines
Quiet like a dark street under the moonlight
A phrase of action that's been screamed from the guts of men
Ever since they're first experienced
Injustice, prejudice, discrimination
A word louder than a gunshot
And softer than a baby's laugh, it will pass
Just like it always has. Until it spits off the lips of
The next man who's had it up to here.
Did somebody say a Revolution?
Or is it all in my head?
Is that what it takes to make a solution
solution
not the first or the last to imagine it
Acknowledge the concepts, question and grasp it
Rebel against the I, and bring down the self.
Mutiny me! overthrow you
Rebellion starts within, the time is now
Did somebody say a Revolution?
Or is it all in my head?
Is that what it takes to make a solution, solution
Did somebody say a Revolution?
Or is it all in my head?
Is that what it takes to make a solution
Your Revolution
Purple skies, Devil eyes, Hypnotize
Little lies, Compromise, Fireflies
Samurias, Parasite, Fly by night, After light, Materialize,
Look alive, Stereotype, Do with die, lullaby, black and white
Did somebody say a Revolution?
Or is it all in my head? your revolution
Is that what it takes to make a solution, solution, your revolution
Did somebody say a Revolution?
Or at least it's been said, your revolution
Is that what it takes to make a solution?
Your Revolution
No resolution -Your Revolution
what's your solution? -Your Revolution
And no substitution -Your Revolution
And no resolution -Your Revolution
not your solution
song performed by by P.O.D.
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Tear Off Your Own Head (It's A Doll Revolution)
Who dries your eyes when you cry real tears?
Who knows or cares what imitation is?
Only you do
You can paint his nails
Make him wear high heels
Why waste time altering the hemline?
Or do you?
Tear of your own head
Tear of your own head
It's a doll revolution
You can bat your lashes
You can cut your strings
Pull out his hair with your moveable fingers
It looks so real
But one won't do, so collect the set
Dress him in pink ribbons
Put him in a kitchenette
How does this feel?
Tear of your own head
Tear of your own head
It's a doll revolution
What's that sound?
It'll turn you around
It's a doll revolution
They're taking over
And they're tearing it down
It's a doll revolution
You can pull and pinch him
'Til he cries and squeals
You can twist his body
'Til it faces backwards
Plastic features
Could make somebody a pretty little wife
But don't let anybody tell you
How to live your life
Broken pieces
Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head
It's a doll revolution
Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head
It's a doll revolution
What's that sound?
It'll turn you around
It's a doll revolution
They're taking over
And they're tearing it down
It's a doll revolution
It's a doll revolution
Revolution (revolution)
Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head (revolution)
Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head
song performed by by Bangles
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Pot
What hand
turned the wheel
threw this pot
shaped the clay?
What eyes
noticed it first
upon the shelf
picked it up?
What heart
fondled the bow
cherished the thought
embraced the gift?
What lives
put it to use
poured the wine
savored the moment?
What hand
moved in anger
threw this pot
shattered the clay?
poem by Mary Havran
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