Persecution Complex
What to do when ghosts appear at noon? Coming up the lane
to my retreat, where I have been hiding for twenty years, from
wife her eight children, five horses and a pack of howling dogs.
They are coming to take me away. Camp outside my cottage
knock on windows looking in calling my name want to come in.
How long can I hide behind the sofa the floor is stone hard?
It is dark now but they have flashlights shine into windows to
see sign of life, I have to try sneak into the kitchen they can’t
see me there, open a tin of sardines and drink cold water.
This is going to turn into a long siege. It’s three in the morning
they sleep in their tents, I sneak out take my scooter, and as
it is downhill all the way to the main road, they can’t hear me.
They can take my house, locus eat my land and sell my tractor.
I drive into summer dawn, free of domestic enslavement.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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It’s almost as if you are hiding here somewhere
The dogs are restless
as if they are waiting on you
and is lying looking at the road
with long eyes
and every now and then
get to their feet.
It’s almost as if you
are hiding here somewhere
and just now
will sneak in from the dark.
Outside the streetlamps glow golden-yellow
and I hear the wind
blowing leaves against the window,
but your car keeps staying away
and the rain is now falling harder
and the cold locks around me
as if I can nowhere find a hot place
without you.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Thru These Walls
I can hear thru these walls
I can hear it when theyre foolin around
I can hear thru these walls
And I hear evry sign, evry sound
I can hear thru these walls
In the dark with the shades pulled down
Evry word that they say
Evry noise they make feels its coming my way
My favrite moment
Putting the glass up next to the wall
Imagination
Tho I see nothing, I hear it all
Putting my sign up
Do not disturb me, speak or shout, inside out
Oh mind my clothes, theyre all laid out
I can see thru my windows
I can see the girls and the boys
I can see thru my windows
And I can imagine the noise
I can see thru my windows
I can see them playing with toys
Oh I hope it wont end
If I promise not to touch, just be a friend
Life is so lonely
I dont get high off just being me
I like pretending
Wanting to touch them, wanting to see
Its only normal
Creeping behind you, now dont shout, cos its alright
They keep the windows locked and the door shut tight
Oo Im feeling like Im locked in a cage
No way in, no way out, and it gets so lonely
Am I really asking a lot
Just to reach out and touch somebody
cos when I look thru my windows or open my door
I can feel it all around me
I can hear thru these walls
I can hear it when theyre foolin around
I can hear thru these walls
And I hear evry sight, evry sound
I can hear thru these walls
In the dark with the shades pulled down
Evry word that they say
Evry noise they make feels its coming my way
Ah yeah...
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Calling You
Desert road from Vegas to nowhere
Somewhere better than where you've been
A coffee machine that needs some fixing
In a little cafe' just around the bend
I am calling you, I know you hear me
I am calling you
A hot dry wind blowing right through me
Oh, the baby's crying and I can't sleep
But we both know that a change is coming
Oh, coming closer, such sweet release
And I am calling you, can you hear me
I am calling you
Oooh, yeah
(Musical Interlude)
Desert road from Vegas to nowhere
Somewhere better than where you've been
But we both know that a change is coming
Coming closer around the bend
And I am calling you, don't you hear me
I am calling you
I, honey, I'm calling, I'm calling, I'm calling you
I know you hear me
I am calling you
Mmm, hmm
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Old Black Joe
1 Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay,
2 Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away,
3 Gone from the earth to a better land I know,
4 I hear their gentle voices calling 'Old Black Joe.'
5 [Chorus] I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low:
6 I hear those gentle voices calling, 'Old Black Joe.'
7 [Solo] Why do I weep when my heart should feel no pain
8 Why do I sigh that my friends come not again,
9 Grieving for forms Now departed long a go?
10 I hear their gentle voices calling 'Old Black Joe.'
11 [Chorus] I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low:
12 I hear those gentle voices calling, 'Old Black Joe.'
13 [Solo] Where are the hearts once so happy and so free?
14 The children so dear that I held upon my knee,
15 Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go.
16 I hear their gentle voices calling 'Old Black Joe.'
17 [Chorus] I'm coming, I'm coming, for my head is bending low:
18 I hear those gentle voices calling, 'Old Black Joe.'
poem by Stephen C. Foster
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Wistfully Watching
They explore the world
through windows,
church windows,
school windows,
two up, two down windows,
castle windows,
large windows,
small windows.
They see it all,
from blameless to guilty,
from noble to treacherous,
through windows.
From skyscraper windows,
to basement flat windows,
from paupers windows,
and palace windows
they watch, absorb, suck it in.
Later when they have grown
they will remember,
try to empathise,
rationalise
decipher the coded metaphors,
but some day
they will be demoralised
by the windows of life.
There they sit __ wistfully watching __
the children
of our times.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Twenty Years In Algarve
Twenty years in Algarve (biography)
I have lived in the upper Algarve for twenty years. I have been hiding away
from life all those years, I know every bush tree, every bend in the road,
seen, seasons coming and go, trapped in my own alcoholic mind, unable to
be free from this slavery that only makes me feel at ease when the bottles
have been emptied and sleep brings in a new day. Then working through
the day, blind never taking the time to befriend anyone, relax; for my quest
is the night when I can open a bottle of wine and dream the loser’s reverie
and see myself if I could be free of the pasts ghosts. My childhood is my
nightmare, only wine, for a while, stills my fear; those disgusting people
who abused a child. Shall I ever be able to break the chain of fear, feel
equal to fellow man? Alcoholism is a burden, a struggle I’m losing as I sink
into old age misery.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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I Think I See The Light
I used to trust nobody, trusting even less their words,
Until I found somebody, there was no one I preferred,
My heart was made of stone, my eyes saw only misty grey,
Until you came into my life girl, I saw everyone that way.
Until I found the one I needed at my side,
I think I would have been a sad man all my life.
I think I see the light coming to me,
Coming through me giving me a second sight.
So shine, shine, shine,
Shine, shine, shine,
Shine, shine, shine.
I used to walk alone, every step seemed the same.
This world was not my home, so there was nothing much to gain.
Look up and see the clouds, look down and see the cold floor.
Until you came into my life girl, I saw nothing, nothing more.
Until I found the one I needed at my side,
I think I would have been a sad man all my life.
I think I see the light coming to me,
Coming through me giving me a second sight.
So shine, shine, shine,
Shine, shine, shine,
Shine, shine, shine.
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Good Times Coming / Feel The Sun
I was thinking about that summer so long ago
Pack up your bags and yell geronimo.
That was a golden summer, laught a lot.
Laughing at the good times coming,
Laughing at the good times coming in.
Good times coming, laughing at the good times coming in.
There was something about the weather, what can I say?
Nothing like any other holiday.
That was a silly season, was it the best?
We didnt need the reason, just a rest.
Happy at the good times coming,
Happy at the good times coming in.
Good times coming, happy at the good times coming in.
Im loving you, Im loving you, Im loving you now.
Im loving you, Im loving you, Im loving you now.
There was a golden summer before the war
They laughed a lot that summer, lah de dah
Laughing at the good times coming,
Laughing at the good times coming in.
Good times coming, laughing at the good times coming in.
Good times coming... good, good. good times coming in... good, good.
Feel the sun shine in, shine in, shine in. feel the sun
Shining in on you.
Feel the sun shine in, shine in, shine in. feel the sun
Shining in on you.
All the beauty, all the pain. will it ever be the same again?
If you love me, show me now. its the only way that we know how.
Feel the sun shine in, shine in, shine in. feel the sun
Shining in on you.
Feel the sun shine in, shine in, shine in. feel the sun
Shining in on you.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Good Times Comin'/Feel The Sun
I was thinking about that summer so long ago,
Pack up your bag and yell "Geronimo".
That was a golden summer. Wasn't it hot?
We laughed a lot that summer, laughed a lot.
Laughing at the good times coming,
Laughing at the good times coming in.
Good times coming, laughing at the good times coming in.
There was something about the weather, what can I say?
Nothing like any other holiday.
That was a silly season, was it the best?
We didn't need a reason, just a rest.
Happy at the good times coming,
Happy at the good times coming in.
Good times coming, happy at the good times coming in.
I'm loving you, I'm loving, I'm loving you now.
I'm loving you, I'm loving, I'm loving you now.
There was a golden summer before the war.
They laughed a lot that summer, lah de dah.
Laughing at the good times coming,
Laughing at the good times coming in.
Good times coming, laughing at the good times coming in.
Good times coming... good, good.
Good times coming in... good, good.
Feel the sun shine in, shine in, shine in. Feel the sun shining in on you.
Feel the sun shine in, shine in, shine in. Feel the sun shining in on you.
All the beauty, all the pain. Will it ever be the same again?
If you love me, show me now. It's the only way that we know how.
Feel the sun shine in, shine in, shine in. Feel the sun shining in on you.
Feel the sun shine in, shine in, shine in. Feel the sun shining in on you.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The Democratic Circus
Found out this morning
Theres a circus coming to town
They drive in cadillacs
Using walkie-talkies, and the secret service
Their big top
Imitation of life
And all the flags and microphones
We have to cover our eyes
We play the sideshows
And we like the tunnel of love
And when we ride the ferris wheel
Were little children again
And when theyre asking for volunteers
Well be the first ones aboard
And when the ringmaster calls our names
Well be the first ones to go ... to sleep
Stealing all our dreams
Dreams for sale
They sell em back to you
On with the show
Start the parade
We sand along
Sweep us away
Its political party time
Going down, going down
And the celebrities all come out
Coming down, coming down, coming...
The sun is going down
And the dogs are starting to howl
We stay out after dark
Eating cotton candy
And the musics playing...
How we all laughed!
We split our sides
The cameras flashed
We almost died!
The rains gonna pour on down, falling out of the sky
Coming down, coming down
And the celebrities all run out, and the rains
Coming down, coming down
Gonna rain,
Gonna rain, gonna rain
Gonna rain, gonna rain,
Rain, rain
Rain, rain
And now I wonder whos boss
And who hes leavin behind?
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Can You Hear It?
Written by ricky & marty wilde
Feel it in the rushing wind
Brushing up against your mind
Look for a way to go
Head for the border sign
You could be gone
You could be far away
Soon you must fly free
And yes
Somehow youll find what youve been missing
There was more to life
Than visions we had dreamed about
Can you hear it calling you?
Can you?
Can you hear it calling you?
Can you hear it coming through to you?
When you hear it calling you
Its your freedom
If you are on your own
If you have been betrayed
Stand by the truth you love
Dont let it get mislaid
Youre not alone
And nothing can hold you down
Soon you will be free
And yes
Somehow youll find what youve been missing
There was more to life
Than anything you dreamed about
Can you hear it calling you?
Can you?
Can you hear it calling you?
Can you hear it coming through to you?
When you hear it calling you
Its your freedom
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Frost Roses
Ice Roses
Frost on windows? Not where I live now, but where
I grew up, winter windows had thick layers of ice.
And in mornings, before anyone got out of bed, I
carved landscape and faces and saw my work fade
slowly away, by noon I could see the landscape
I had carved through clear windows, the mountain’s
stream, frozen solid now, and trees; mother’s face
also as she was busy in the kitchen baking bread.
I do not miss the cold Nordic land I came from, but
wish windows here too have frost roses, or be as
blank as a new page I could write. “I love you on.”
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Dark Ages
I am coming out of dark ages
And I lived half way through my life
Also I got my hand dirty in the mud a long time ago
I did it and got my tshirt and that job is over
I am coming out of dark ages
Because I spent most of my life in dark ages
And I saw so many dark skies while I went through my life in dark ages
I am coming ou of the dark ages
To help the children in their daily life
By teaching what is right and wrong
Because the children needs to learn what is right and wrong
So they don't became a criminal when they grew up
Because here on earrth are full of criminals already and we have more than What we can handle
I am coming out of the dark ages
To show my love to the children that lives here on the earth with us
I am coming out of the dark ages
Because I want to play with the children everyday here on the earth Because I know that I can make the children happy for once
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Steamy Windows
I was thinking about parking the other night
We was out on a back road
Me and my baby was just getting right
Our systems going overload
The radio blasting in the front seat
Churning out the music fine
And we was snuggled up in the back seat
Making up for lost time
Chorus
Steamy windows
Zero visibility
Steamy windows
Coming from the body heat
You can wine and dine with the men all night
With good intent
But theres something about the confrontation on the back road
Breaks down the defense
Chorus
Steamy windows
Zero visibility
Steamy windows
Coming from the body heat
Steamy windows
Aint nobody can see
Steamy windows
Coming from the body heat
Theres a sound outside the front door
And I know thats just the wind
But it makes him snuggle up just a little bit closer
Starts things happening again
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Tina Turner
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If It Is Really Meant For Me....
you say that i should
keep knocking
joy shall soon open
its window
ah, when it is meant really
for me
i need not knock even
even when i am far away
in that dead desert
the house will come running
looking for me
it will open all its five doors
and ten windows
it will let me sit in its
sofa
it will prepare my bed
where i can finally
rest for
the night
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Help me...
I am tired of knocking the windows and the doors,
Using my mighty limbs and legs and feeling the sadness,
At my heart, pushing the window as hard as I can,
People never hear my calling as they dip in their own,
Problems of puzzles that they have and I do not want to give up,
As I want to go out, then a hand pulled the knob to open up,
The closed window for me to fly out,
I am a butterfly, whose home is not a house.
I am lost in a house and trying to escape,
Just like this butterfly, we knock the same windows,
When we are clouded with worries and sorrows,
Not knowing that we need a hand to free us,
Banging again and again on the same window,
Blindly wishing for the window to be permeable,
Not knowing the needed help is available,
when the emotion is lost and the love is expired,
opportunities are erased and scarcity is established,
We do behave like this butterfly,
thinking the wrong as the right way.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Drive-in
Ooo wah
Ooo wah
Everytime I have a date theres only one place to go
Thats to the drive in
Its such a groovy place to talk and maybe watch a show
Down at the drive in
Forget about the plot, itll do very well
But make sure you see enough so youre prepared to tell
About the drive in
(ooo wah)
I love the drive in
(we love the drive in, we love the drive in)
If the windows get fogged youll have to take a breath
(oooooooo waah oooo)
Down at the drive in
(wah wah ooooooo)
Or the cat dressed in white will scare you both to death
Down at the drive in
A big buttered popcorn and an extra large coke
A few chili dogs and man Im goin broke
Down at the drive in
(ooo wah)
Yeah at the drive in
(we love the drive in, we love the drive in)
Dont sneak your buddies in the trunk cause they might get caught
By the drive in
(wah wah wah ooooooo)
And theyd look kinda stupid gettin chased through the lot
(wah ooooooo)
Around the drive in
If you say you watch the movie youre a couple o liars
And remember only you can prevent forest fires
Down at the drive in
(ooo wah)
I love the drive in
(we love the drive in, we love the drive in)
Down at the drive in
(ooo wah)
I love the drive in
(we love the drive in, we love the drive in)
Down at the drive in
(ooo wah)
I love the drive in
(we love the drive in, we love the drive in)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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An Eerie Tale
Some nights you walk down a dark alley
And you hear someone call your name,
You turn..., but there's no one there really
Then you think someone's playing a game.
Some buildings you enter seem eerie -
Like eyes follow you through the stairs,
The footsteps behind you seem heavy
When you look back...there is no one there.
Some houses seem to have creaking windows
And have doors that unlock by themselves
With dark rooms whose walls stare and glow
And some china that dance on the shelves.
Through your fears you must try to sleep
Then you hear some soft tapping on the floor
A knocking on the door gives you creeps
When you open it...you smell candle odor.
Then the howling of dogs will announce
With the fierce strong winds that will follow
As your knees shake with fear to pronounce
'It's time to run and run....let's go! '
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 15,2010
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Sneak a Little Lick
Don't...just...
Fuzzy up and cuddle on a peach.
Or sneak up peeping,
When you should be eating!
Every single piece of it!
You can...
Leap up and down behind the scenes.
Screaming about your future,
And...
Destiny!
But don't...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you,
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Leap up and down behind the scenes.
Screaming about your future,
And destiny!
If that's your wish...
To pick it up to ditch!
But,
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you,
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't...just...
Fuzzy up and cuddle on a peach.
Or sneak up peeping,
When you should be eating!
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Leap up and down,
If that's your wish.
But that peach found,
Might be your gift.
So pick it up and eat it!
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bright Lights
The bright lights are calling me
The bright lights are calling me
When the world is dark and cold
And Im heading down the road
The bright lights are calling me
As the world is round, the road is long
Ive trouble on my mind
Ill just keep on moving
Until the day comes round
The wind a blowing on my back
And my feet a flying
Flying down the road
Where the bright lights shine
Mondays in a pigtown
Tuesdays in a truck
Wednesdays a field of mud
And thursdays out of luck
Fridays rain clouds
Saturday flies by
Sunday comes shining
From a blue blue sky
The bright lights are calling me
The bright lights are calling me
When the world is dark and cold
And Im heading down the road
The bright lights are calling me
Some towns are golden
Some towns are stained
Some towns are shadows
Fading in the rain
Some towns are rust
And some towns they gleam
Some towns are mad dogs
Some towns are a dream
The bright lights are calling me
The bright lights are calling me
When the world is dark and cold
And Im heading down the road
The bright lights are calling me
Some dreams are hollow
Some dreams are cold
Some dreams are crazy
And some dreams are bold
Some dreams are bought
And other dreams are sold
Some dreams lie waiting
At the end of the road
The bright lights are calling me
The bright lights are calling me
When the world is dark and cold
And Im heading down the road
The bright lights are calling me
song performed by by Pogues
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