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The Syphinx's Look (Stream I)

In a vacuum.
No sound to penetrate
without thinking they
Slid sliding into love,
Hip hopping out again
As easy as pie
Pi r squared.
As difficult to decypher
as the syphinx's look
Brought to book
All that mystery
and no, I know where to go
It wears me out
You know,
Go-
Go on find it, its there
Whilst I'm here
Do you hear there.
Their eyes lock
The key to their depair
Unable to stand they sit
Stare upon the stairs
With eyes that are all eyes
Mince pies.
Challanging the stereotypes
He types and types
What types he likes.
She bites the hand
But she not being fed is
Fed up so she eats,
Eats to forget the pain
They slip slide further apart
Hey break a heart,
That's the heart of the matter.
No matter.

poem by Paul Brookes
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Interesting

There are so many different types of interesting.

Maybe you were trying to use a euphemism.

Most people don't want to hear a dysphemism.

You might of thought it was irresistible.

Theres a opinion going around that it was unfashionable.

Maybe it was very very sad.

Oh no you didn't say is was very very bad.

No one got to hear anything except that it was very interesting.

Its too bad because you had so many types of interesting.

poem by Lyda Mery
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Somebody like Mailer brings to that role everything that he stands for. The types of characters that I gravitate towards, the types of icons, tend to have a heavy physicality in that way.

quote by Matthew Barney
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Angel Eyes

ahhhhahaha ahahahahahaha
keep thinkin 'bout his angel eyes keep thinkin
last night I was taking a walk around the river
and I saw him together with a young girl
and the look that he gave her made me shiver
'cuz he always use to look at me that way
and I thought mabey I should walk right up to her and say
ahh ahaha
its ok he likes to play
look into his angel eyes
one look and your hypnotized
he'll take your heart
and you must pay the price
look into his angel eyes
you'll think your in paradise
and one day you'll find out he wears a disquise
dont look to deep into those angel eyes oh nononono
ahahaha ahhahahahahaha ahahaa ahahahaha
keep thinkin bout his angel eyes keep thinkin
some times when im lonely
i sit and think about him
and it hurts to remeber all the good times
when i thought i could never live with out him
and i wonder does it have to be the same
everytime
when i see him
will it bring back all the pain?
ahahaha
how can i forget that name?
look into his angel eyes
one look and your hypnotized
he'll take your heart
and you must pay the price
look into his angel eyes
you'll think your in paradise
and one day you'll find out he wears a disquise
dont look to deep into those angel eyes
angel eyes
angel eyes
he look my heart and now i pay the price
look into his angel eyes
you'll think your in paradise
and one day you'll find out he wears a disquise
dont look to deep into those angel eyes oh nononono
ahahahaha
keep thinkin
keep thinkin bout his angel eyes
keep thnkin
keep thinkin had to pay the price
(fades)

song performed by by Sting
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A conceptual map of genetic engineering art-voyage

PARENTS' BLOOD TYPES CHILDREN'S BLOOD TYPES

A+B AB or A or B

A+AB AB or A or B

B+AB A or B

B+O O or B

AB+O A or B

AB+AB AB or A or B

A+A A or O

B+B B or O

O+O O

conceptual poetry map+biology+metabolism+metaphysical voyage to known and more- than- I- know attitude formations

poem by Nyein Way
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I've acted with all types, I've directed all types. What you want to understand as a director, is what actors have to offer. They'll get at it however they get at it. If you can understand that, you can get your work done.

quote by Ron Howard
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Every Aspect Of It!

Just because you do not see me driving,
Do not assume I am not licensed to drive.
Or that I do not 'think'...
Because I do not look the part.
You don't see half the things I do and have done.
Nor are you on my agenda.

And folks who focus their sights on others...
Are the first who find these times we live,
Difficult to adjust.
Even though they feel they 'must'...
Demand understanding,
Without participating in the development of it.
You know the kind...?
The ears closed, mouth open types!

With claims they don't know what is going on!
And rush they do to prevent,
The circumstances of truth.
Coming to bombard and overwhelm.
With the consequences of their ignorance.

You know the kind...?
The ears closed, mouth open types!

Yet conflict they are quick to define...
Instead of using their minds to take time,
Comprehending remedies.
To set aside a strategy...
To stop the havoc that has begun,
Happening in their own lives.

You know the kind...?
The ears closed, mouth open types!

And this kind of mindset today,
Is reflected on a massive scale.

People into minding the business of others...
Have found their business in shambles.

Every aspect of it!

With shock and disbelief,
As a return for their 'investment'!

You know the kind...?
The ears closed, mouth open types!
The ones who rush to cover their butts,
With implusive mindless decisions!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not A Pretty Sight

A poem should be a pretty thing
Or that is what I once thought
Really a poem touches you
Where you are and where you are not

As there's different types of touching
There's different types of poems
Some metered some rhymed
Some just a cry

As there's touching when you
Politely just want to get by
Then there's touching when you're
Afraid and think you're going to cry

Of course there's back slapping
Hand holding and warm embrace
Then there's that last touch
Just before the color leaves you face

poem by Tom J. Mariani
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I want to draw you tight against me

I look away in the direction
where my longing lies
and now wish to be busy
travelling to you

and that something could heal this fear
since the being away eats,
eats like a cancer

and so eagerly I want to be
part of you, read feelings
experiences, joy and even pain
in your eyes

and the when the darkness folds in on you,
fold my arms around you
and I want to draw you tight against me
and lock out
the world and its things.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Easy and Difficult

Easy to get a place in someone’s address book
Difficult is to get a place in someone’s heart
Easy is to judge the mistakes of others
Difficult is to recognize our own mistakes
Easy is to talk without thinking
Difficult is to control the tongue
Easy is to hurt someone who loves us
Difficult is to heal the wound
Easy is to forgive others
Difficult is to ask for forgiveness
Easy is to set rules
Difficult is to follow them
Easy is to dream every night
Difficult is to fight for a dream
Easy is to show victory
Difficult is to accommodate defeat with dignity
Easy is to admire a full moon
Difficult is to see the other side
Easy is to stumble on a stone
Difficult is to get up
Easy is to enjoy life every day
Difficult is to give its real value
Easy is to pray every night
Difficult is to find God in small things
Easy is to promise something to someone
Difficult is to fulfill the promise
Easy is to say we love
Difficult is to show it every day
Easy is to criticize others
Difficult is to improve oneself
Easy is to make mistakes
Difficult is to learn from them
Easy is to weep for lost love
Difficult is to take care of it so as not to lose it
Easy is to think about improving
Difficult is to stop thinking and putting it into action
Easy is to think bad of others
Difficult is to give them the benefit of doubt
Easy is to receive
Difficult is to give

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Sonnet-The Wiser Man

Two types of men can rise up to the top;
The first by luck, by pluck, the easy way;
But in the end, he proves to be a flop;
And hence accepts defeat, calls it a day.

The other rises by sheer labor, sweat;
The rise is phenomenal but so rough;
He has no reason much to fume or fret;
Though blessed by God, his life was indeed tough.

Which of these types of men, you belong to?
The former gets rewarded here on earth;
The latter gets rewards in heaven too;
God gives him satisfaction and great mirth.

One’s name and fame must be destined by God;
When earned by human toil alone, 'tis odd.

poem by John Celes
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In Your Eyes

accepting all i've done and said
I want to stand and stare again
Til there's nothing left out, oh
It remains there in your eyes
Whatever comes and goes
I will hear your silent call
I will touch this tender wall
Til i know i'm home again
Ooh
In your eyes (in your eyes)
In your eyes (in your eyes)
In your eyes (in your eyes)
In your eyes
Love i get so lost, sometimes
Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
When i want to run away
I drive off in my car
But whichever way i go
I come back to the place you are
And all my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes
The light the heat
In your eyes
I am complete
In your eyes
I see the doorway (in your eyes) to a thousand churches
In your eyes
The resolution (in your eyes) of all the fruitless searches
In your eyes
I see the light and the heat
In your eyes
Oh, i want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
The heat i see in your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes
Love, i don't like to see so much pain
So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive
And all my instincts, they return
And the grand facade, so soon will burn
Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside
In your eyes
The light the heat
In your eyes
I am complete
In your eyes
I see the doorway (in your eyes) to a thousand churches
In your eyes
The resolution (in your eyes) of all the fruitless searches
In your eyes
I see the light and the heat
In your eyes
Oh, i want to be that complete
I want to touch the light
The heat i see in your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes
Accepting all i've done and said
I want to stand and stare again
Til there's nothing left out, oh
It remains there in your eyes
Whatever comes and goes
Oh it's in your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes
In your eyes
I want to stand and stare again
Oh, it's in your eyes.

song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Everywhere I Go

I hear your heart beating everywhere
When were apart I can hear you there
I hear your heart beating everywhere
Everywhere I go
People say that I must be in love
The way I forget what were speaking of
The way I stand there smiling straight ahead
And walk away without hearing a word they said
I hear your heart beating everywhere
When were apart I can close my eyes and hear you there
I hear your heart beating everywhere
Everywhere I go
In the middle of the football game
At the beach in the pouring rain
Standing on a hillside staring at the sun
People hurry by the unfortunate one
With the faraway eyes and the mystery smile
Moving my body in a ragamuffin style
I cant sit down when I hear it start
I hear you heart everywhere I go
People say that I must be a fool
Cause when Im near you I cannot be cool
I dont quite make sense when I talk to you
And when you smile I forget everything I knew
I hear your heart beating everywhere
When were apart I can close my eyes and hear you there
I hear your heart beating everywhere
Everywhere I go
Standing in the market where I buy my bread
With a hunger in my belly and a rhythm in my head
Looking all around for something good to eat
Between the butter and the beans and the mops and the meat
Coffee from the mountain, honey from the bee
Nothing tastes as good as you taste to me
Rocking in the aisle to my inside song
People staring at me think I got a walkman on
I hear your heart beating everywhere
I hear your heart
I hear your heart beating everywhere
I hear you heart
Beating everywhere I go

song performed by by Jackson Browne
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In Heaven, Color Does Not Matter

In Heaven, color does not matter;
There, there is no money, no color,
No hypocrisy, no quandary, no beauty,
No nepotism, no size and no celebrity.

On earth inequality reigns,
When it pours, it rains,
When it rains, it pours;
Different weather patterns
Warrant different types of doors
And different types of lanterns.

In Heaven, these are not necessary,
The temperature varies very often,
Every holy minute and divine second,
Keeping counts will be silly and crazy.

Believe me, there is no limousine
For earthly and mundane stars;
Everything under the screen
Shall become dust, including fancy cars.

In Heaven, color does not matter,
There, everybody is equal;
There is no king, no corporal,
No corrupt judge and no criminal lawyer.

In Heaven, one single iota matters: the soul,
Which always flies like a wingless writer.
Spirit has no color, no smell,
No shape, no life and no propeller.

poem by Hebert Logerie
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Oh Can You Feel Me, Hear Me See Me.

OH Can you feel the pain in my heart as I see the pain in your eyes
Can you hear me cry at night as I hear you cry?
I give you my all even though you see me crumble
You are my sister
I’m hear for you
No matter how near or far you may be
As I sit and reflect on my hard times there nothing compared to yours
May Allah give us strength
Keep us strong
Guide us well
Remember no matter what
I’m hear my sister
24-7
No matter how much struggle there is for me
I’m hear for you
As you have been for me

poem by mariam khan Farah Abdulahi
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Into Your Eyes

When I look into your eyes,
I visualize having a child with my lips and your board smile.

When I look into your eyes,
I could never imagine a day without you in my life

When I look into your eyes,
Overwhelmed with love I can only sigh.

When I look into your eyes,
It feels like we are meant to be,
Our paths crossing was all part of our destiny.

When I look into your eyes,
I can see who you really are deep down inside.

When I look into your eyes,
There are two things that I want from you that are of great value,
And with me there'll never be an Easy come Easy go.

When I look into your eyes,
It was never about pride.

When I look into your eyes,
I say I want you to appreciate me and you do,
And I know I give you the impression indicating I want more out of you.

When I look into your eyes,
There's a storm in the ocean,
And you'll see me continuous devotion.

When I look into your eyes,
One day our views might collide,
But no matter what I am sure to stay by your side.

When I look into your eyes,
When I really look into your eyes,
It's eminent that our love will survive.

When I look into your eyes,
Hope Love take us to the end of times

poem by Anita Khelawan
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Couldn't Find Another Man

If I knew that this would all
Come down to a sad goodbye
I would see it through
Till the tears burned my eyes
Cause the loving that you give to me
So true and profound
Is the sweetest gift I have ever found

If I had to fight fire
You know I'd find a way
For a love that is sacred
I would fight until my last day

[Chorus:]
I couldn't find another man
Who loves me like you do
I couldn't hold another hand
that holds me quite like you
Such a love is heaven-blessed
Couldn't find another man

Only you can set my heart on fire
Or fill my life with pain
And no matter if I laugh or cry
I love you just the same
Cause the moment that I hold you close
I see in your eyes
With a silent stare

song performed by by Jennifer Love Hewitt from Let's Go Bang
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Poets Of Many Types

Indeed they are so many types of poets, and of the poets I would not say anyone is more important then the other.
For the readers each have their desired tastes.
So they're most certainly should beware upon opening the page.
Cause dangers do lurk, some quite perverse.
While others seem to insult either the heart or mind.
The poet didn't write it for you specifically in mind.
But instead just to describe his feelings at the time.
Whether be with his eyes in sight, his nose in smell, his fingers in touch, his ears in sound, and some would say his mind and heart with emotions.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Yes I Still Believe

Yes, I still believe, and
It is
True Love, that has brought this story
To your door

For I truly love a cozy chair, an open fire
Grandchildren, playing on my floor
My favorite book, Coca Cola's taste desired

Yet I've purpose with this story and it's
Mine alone
For
Such selfish comforts are these
But as a man I scarcely enjoy them on my own
Until I've done my best to ease
The grief and pains, That are everywhere
They abide with me even today
So my book, my coke, my easy chair
Must wait,
Till I find some way

To send true loves message
Or loving words I wish to say
I hope you never forget them
And in return whisper them to someone today
These tender words many families have never spoken
These types of letters never sent
But still this is the long forgotten message
The wealth of true love, never spent
I send them out to those who wait
To show them that true love still cares

Even yet

I know
It might sound strange to you
But I still believe, and this is love's way

My wish, my hopes, I pray
The very best for you
On this coming Christmas Day

poem by Clyde Bryson
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A Journey

I went upon a journey
Set out to find myself.
I wandered long and lonely
My steps were onward bent.
I searched in every cranny
To find what I had lost
Searched every hill and valley
No matter what it cost.
I looked in highest heaven
Amongst the silver stars
And in the great deep oceans
In all the coral bars.
Across the dry baked deserts
Where great rivers once had flowed,
Upon the flat and fertile plains
Where natures bounty glowed.
It seemed I couldn't find me,
No matter where I looked.
So slowly back I travelled
Dissappointment I had brooked.
My heart and mind were heavy
I cried deep in sombre gloom
I thought my time was wasted
I should have stayed at home.
It was just then it hit me
Right between the eyes
The me I gone in search of
Those many years ago
Was hidden deep inside me,
But I just didn't know.