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her blond hair unkempt
her eyes looking at the side of this page
and she does not say it
as she holds her piece of burnt pancake
with her tiny hands
all too dirty for a child
like her
why not do a good turn for me?
i am helpless.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Peace; A Piece
there's a peace kept gently cupped in my hands
a tiny, living, breathing peace
a solitary, intrinsic peace
kept alive by my heartbeat and my hope
a piece of an as-of-yet untold tomorrow
a piece of sunshine and unfulfilled justice
that every man, woman, and child
holds cradled in their hands
a piece of a worldly, blood-weary peace
poem by Gina Prettybrowneyes
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Dirty Eyes
You hypnotize
Honey
Yeah honey
You do it
Woooo, do it good
Do it all right
Every night
When you turn off the light
Its outta sight
(alright)
You hypnotize
Mezmorize
With your dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Your dirty eyes
Breathin
Breathin heavy
Heavy
Heavy breathin
Send shivers down my spine
[make me | and [im|youre]] so glad that youre mine
[when youre so bad and youre
Mine]
Thats what turns me on
All night long
You hypnotize
Mezmorize
With your dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
You got dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
I love your dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Right through me
Your dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
Dirty eyes
song performed by by AC-DC
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Mix A Pancake
Mix a pancake,
Stir a pancake,
Pop it in the pan;
Fry the pancake,
Toss the pancake, -
Catch it if you can.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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I Can't Find a Doll with a Chinese Face!
I've watched your children, playing in the sand,
Pretty little girls with a yellow hair-band,
Cheeky little boys with their snub-nosed faces,
Kicking and a-tripping over dragging shoe-laces,
Little brown eyes, and stubby little hands,
They laugh and delight, these children of the Han.
So why do their Ma ma's buy them little dolls
With blond hair and blue eyes from western malls?
Kan kan woman if you can can see,
Look in the mirror at your rare beauty;
Who's got the hair that would steal men's glances,
Coal black and straight, that your face enhances,
High cheek-bones, and your almond eyes
Now look at your child, be proud, be wise,
Why make them think they're less than they are
Than a blond haired bimbo in a western bar?
Sons of the dragon, and little princesses,
Need to be loved, to be held - caresses!
They should be playing with a doll just like them
Not something borrowed from a Disney production,
Toss all the Barbies and the blue-eyed babies,
Revel in the glow of your eastern features,
I'm just a westerner, wandering the place,
But I can't find a doll with a Chinese face!
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Dirty Dreams
Well, I wake up burnin in a soaking sweat
My pillows are drippin and the sheets are wet
I jump out of bed and I turn on the light
This happens to me every night
Sometimes you turn into a snake with long black hair
Then you turn into an angel, blonde and fair
You can turn yourself blue and I dont care
You can change your look
You can change your race
But its always your touch
And always your face
Chorus
Dirty dreams
How you wanna do me
Dirty dreams
Let me get thru
Dirty dreams
A triple x-rated movie starring me and you
Well, I close my eyes
And you open your lips
Theres a shock from my head to my fingertips
I fall thru a hole cuz I cant get a grip
The room starts to spin and the world starts to turn
My heart catches fire and my bed starts to burn
Dirty dreams
How you wann do me
Dirty dreams
Anything for you, babe
Dirty dreams
Technicolor movie starring me and you
Make my dreams come true
Shake my nights
Rattle my sleep
Roll mye eyes, Im in too deep
Chorus
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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The Diary Of Me
Umm pum-pum-pum
Pum-pum, pum-pum, pum-pum
Look behind myself
As I reflect on all the memories
The times they come and go
Lost everything from friends to Family
If I could turn back the hands
There would be some things I'd change about me
I know that my past is not what my future holds
Where I come from
Who could believe
All the pain and misery
Look in my eyes and you'll see
The diary of me
Rewind my life
Just go back and correct all the wrong
And ask God to direct my path
So that I can make it home
And if I could turn back the hands of time
There would be some things I would change about me
But I know that my past is not what my future holds
'Cause
Where I'm from
Who could believe
All the pain, misery
Look in my eyes and you will see
The diary of me
Years ago a child was born (a child was born) (ooh)
And raised without a man (without my... father, and wonder why he's in these streets) (ooh)
My mother's gone (mothers gone, yet still... found the strength to pray for me) (ooh)
But still reached out her hand
Just open the book (na-na-na-na-na-na)
Turn the pages of my life (na-na-na)
And you will read
A true story about one man's journey
Where I'm from (ahh...)
Who would believe, yeah
That all the hurt and pain and misery (ahh...)
Look in my eyes (ahh...)
You'll see the diary of me (pum-pum-pum-pum-pum)
Where I'm from (where I'm from, who could believe) (ahh...)
Who could believe (the hurt and pain and misery)
(Look in my eyes) in my eyes (and you will see) (ahh...)
(The makings of) the makings of
(My diary) my diary
(Where I'm from) look in my eyes (ahh...)
(Who could believe) you'll see
(The hurt and pain and misery)
(Look in my eyes) (ahh...)
(And you will see) yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
(The makings of my diary)
(Where I'm from...) (ahh...)
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Diary Of Me
Ummm pum pum pum pum pum
Looked behind myself
As I reflect on all the memories
The times they come and go
Lost everything from
Friends to Family
If I could turn back the hands
There would be
Somethings I'd change about me
I know that my past is not what my future holds
Where I come from
Who could believe
All the pain and misery
Look in my eyes and you'll see
The diary of me
Rewind my life
Just go back and correct
All the wrong
And ask God to direct my path
So that I can make it home
And if I could turn back the hands of time
There would be somethings I would change about me
But I know that my past is not what my future holds
Cause
Where I come from
Who could believe
All the pain, misery
Look in my eyes and you will see
The diary of me
Years ago a child was born (A child was born)
And raised without a man (without a man, raised in the streets)
My mother's gone
But still reached out her hand
Just open the book
Turn the pages of my life
And you will read
A true story about one man's journey
Where I'm from
Who would believe, yeah
That all the hurt and pain and misery
Look in my eyes
You'll see the diary of me
Where I'm from (where I'm from who could believe)
Who could believe (the hurt and pain and misery)
(Look in my eyes) in my eyes (and you will see)
(The makings of) the makings of
(My diary) My diary
(Where I'm from) look in my eyes
(Who could believe) you'll see
(The hurt and pain and misery)
(Look in my eyes)
(And you will see) yeah yeah yeah yeah
(The makings of my diary)
(Where I'm from...)
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Its Alright
Its alright what you confess to me
Where youre at right now baby, its alright with me
Behind your truths or somewhere inside your lies
These long cold days of gray, they color your eyes
And its alright, what you confide in me
Where were at right now baby, its where we need to be
And I can see things so clearly through tear-stained eyes
The side effects of time in all our good-byes, and its alright
I got lost some time ago,
Lost in your song, your touch, your smile
And where I want to grow old
And you glimmer and gleam like a blond-washed hair from an ocean-side domain
Drifting into me, I found myself again, in her song
Its alright what you say to me
How you feel right now baby, shows an everlasting need
Behind the truth, theres something inside your lies
These long cold days of rain, theyre hiding your eyes
And its alright, what you express to me
Your song escapes me to this place I want to be
So sing to me baby, your song can carry me
Through endless weeks of rain and onto sweeter things
And its alright
I got lost some time ago,
Lost in your song, your touch, your smile
And where I want to grow old
And you glimmer and gleam like a blond-washed hair from an ocean-side domain
Drifting into me, I found myself again, in her song
Oh sing to me baby, your song can carry me
In all shes revealed I found I could always see
How her ways could flow and run over me
And I found this reason to learn
And I found this reason to decide
As many days come and many days go
Ill never know why
And its alright
I got lost some time ago,
Lost in your song, your touch, your smile
And where I want to grow old
And you glimmer and gleam like a blond-washed hair from an ocean-side domain
Drifting into me, I found myself again, in her song
song performed by by Candlebox
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Helpless
There is a town in north ontario
Dream comfort memory despair
And in my mind I still need a place to hide
All my changes were there
Blue blue windows behind the stars
Yellow moon on the rise
Big birds flying across the skies
Casting shadows in our eyes
Leave us helpless helpless helpless helpless
Helpless helpless they leave me now
Helpless helpless helpless
Blue blue windows behind the stars
Yellow moon on the rise
They leave us
Helpless helpless helpless helpless
Helpless helpless they leave me now
Helpless helpless helpless
Helpless helpless helpless helpless
Helpless helpless they leave me now
(neil young)
Copyright warner/chappell
song performed by by Nazareth
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A Brown Angel
you see me
run and play
you see me
laugh and cry
but there is one place
your never see me
and i don't know why?
you see jonbenet
a tiny blond girl
who died that christmas day
her skin pale
you see her all the time
you gave her
her justice so where is mine
you see my skin
not white
but brown
you turn away
without a frown
for you never see me on tv
the only one you will see
is the kids
not like me
you see
i've died
of a horrible death
i've been raped
and beatened to death
but never once was i on
the tv and news
my face is not familiar
like samantha and jonbenet
who you see everyday
i walked alone
in this world so cold
no justice for me
my sister
and family
cause i'm brown
not white with blond hair
you see me
run and play
you see me laugh and cry
but you never once
saw me on tv
and now i know why
by: crystal sonier
age: 15
poem by Natalia Anna Joelie
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Your Children Are Always Your Children
In your eye’s the child
never ends,
nor should it
Oh the limbs grow,
the body matures to adulthood
But in your eye’s and heart
the child remains
The laughter though a deeper tone
Still holds that
joyous golden ring
of Christmas presents
or a birthday game
The hair now full and Silky
Still holds the urge
to touch and stroke
The smile though older
still makes the heart leap
The body may be
tall and lithe and grown
But in your eyes the outline
of the child is still seen
Though they are grown and flown
Never does a day pass
without the same worry
how are they, where are they
though they may be grown
In your eyes the child never ends nor should it
poem by Bill Mitton
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Here is the Little Door
Here is the little door, lift up the latch, oh lift!
We need not wander more but enter with our gift;
Our gift of finest gold,
Gold that was never bought nor sold;
Myrrh to be strewn about his bed;
Incense in clouds about his head;
All for the Child who stirs not in his sleep.
But holy slumber holds with ass and sheep.
Bend low about his bed, for each he has a gift;
See how his eyes awake, lift up your hands, O lift!
For gold, he gives a keen-edged sword
(Defend with it Thy little Lord!),
For incense, smoke of battle red.
Myrrh for the honoured happy dead;
Gifts for his children terrible and sweet,
Touched by such tiny hands and
Oh such tiny feet.
poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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We Agree
AndersonHoweSquireWhite
September 11, 2001
Answers never clear again
This turning of the page
This turn look away
There I took a left turning
Before I came of age
I agreed to let it out
I agreed to let it go
I agreed to turn around
I agreed to turn my face away
Danger is the most important
Fear you'll ever know
The transporting of refugees
The silent night is cold
And all the time
We looked around
As we were never told
But we agreed to let it out
We agreed to let it go
We agreed to turn our backs
We agreed to turn our face away, away
Thousands to the million
Sisters, grandmothers and more
It's not the feast we throw away
It's the way we close the door
Their silence deafens every sound
We try just to ignore
To waste their future freedom
We'll regret forever more
I believe in
I believe in
These are the days that we will talk about
I believe in
I believe in
One understanding what is real
If we are one
Then we are refugees
We are the prisoners of our own design
If we are one
Seen through the eyes of a child
We will perpetuate this song of love
If we are one
Seen through the eyes of a child
We will perpetuate this song of love
If we are one
Seen through the eyes of a child
We will perpetuate this song
Perpetuate this song of love
Now we build the bridges
That we walk upon together
At the last count many lonely souls
The sadness always kills
Each breaking point is waiting
For the promise to fulfill
When we agree to turn the page
When we agree to help th
song performed by by Yes
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We Agree
AndersonHoweSquireWhite
September 11, 2001
Answers never clear again
This turning of the page
This turn look away
There I took a left turning
Before I came of age
I agreed to let it out
I agreed to let it go
I agreed to turn around
I agreed to turn my face away
Danger is the most important
Fear you'll ever know
The transporting of refugees
The silent night is cold
And all the time
We looked around
As we were never told
But we agreed to let it out
We agreed to let it go
We agreed to turn our backs
We agreed to turn our face away, away
Thousands to the million
Sisters, grandmothers and more
It's not the feast we throw away
It's the way we close the door
Their silence deafens every sound
We try just to ignore
To waste their future freedom
We'll regret forever more
I believe in
I believe in
These are the days that we will talk about
I believe in
I believe in
One understanding what is real
If we are one
Then we are refugees
We are the prisoners of our own design
If we are one
Seen through the eyes of a child
We will perpetuate this song of love
If we are one
Seen through the eyes of a child
We will perpetuate this song of love
If we are one
Seen through the eyes of a child
We will perpetuate this song
Perpetuate this song of love
Now we build the bridges
That we walk upon together
At the last count many lonely souls
The sadness always kills
Each breaking point is waiting
For the promise to fulfill
When we agree to turn the page
When we agree to help th
song performed by by Yes
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Yours Forever
Here we are in the grays of winter,
Here we are just me and you,
Hold my hand,
Lets face tomorrow,
Tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
This precious time we've only borrowed,
The autumn winds have blown on through,
A quiet thought will tell our story,
Tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
Yes tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
Here some wings,
There yours forever,
And heres some dreams,
That will come true,
Take these tears, to wash away your sorrows,
Tomorrow still holds out its hands to you,
Yes tomorrow still holds out its to you,
Yes tomorrow still holds out its hands to you
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Another Heaven
He lived his life in isolation, a man without a name
Saddled with a reputation, from cheyonne he came
He moved down south when the money ran out
Turned to a life of crime
Things werent all that different then
Theyd kill you for a dime
Never showed no mercy, had a heart of stone
His hands were dirty, stained to the bone, he said
Chorus:
Turn back? its too late!
All I can do is pray theres another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
Sinners like me need another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
Ive run out of time. . .
He lived at least a dozen lifetimes, luck was on his side
The only friend he ever had,
Was his trusty forty-five
His final words to my gran-daddy were
Son you must be brave
All thats left of what he was
Is in this texas grave
He could smell the danger
He knew the end was near
Thru the smoke and whiskey, one thing was clear
Chorus:
Turn back? its too late!
All I can do is pray theres another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
Sinners like me need another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
All I can do is pray theres another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
Ive run out of time. . .
Look me in the eyes, I wanna see it comin!
Never showed no mercy, had a heart of stone
His hands were dirty. stained to the bone
Chorus:
Turn back? its too late!
All I can do is pray theres another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
Sinners like me need another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
All I can do is pray theres another heaven
Turn back? its too late!
Sinners like me need another heaven, yeah, yeah!
Turn back? its too late!
Ive run out of time. . .
Look me in the eyes, I wanna see it comin!
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Flying On The Ground Is Wrong
Is my world not falling down
Im in pieces on the ground
And my eyes arent open
And Im standing on my knees
But if crying and holding on
And flying on the ground is wrong
Then Im sorry to let you down,
But youre from my side of town
And I miss you.
Turn me up or turn me down
Turn me off or turn me round
I wish I could have met you in a place
Where we both belong
But if crying and holding on
And flying on the ground is wrong
Then Im sorry to let you down,
But youre from my side of town
And I miss you.
Sometimes I feel like Im just a helpless child
Sometimes I feel like a kid.
But baby, since I have changed
I cant take nothing home.
City lights at a country fair
Never shine but always glare
If Im bright enough to see you,
Youre just to dark to care.
But if crying and holding on
And flying on the ground is wrong
Then Im sorry to let you down,
But youre from my side of town
And I miss you.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Burnt Hands
Back off! my dearest
for the sparkling jewel that you see
are glittering coal
that could burn your delicate hands
I beg off you, my love
stay away
for your innocence is misleading you
WHY? ? ?
asked innocence
and the questioned remained unanswered
she inquired again; no reply
equipped with faith, she stepped forward
to rescue the misplaced gem; among the burning coal
she advanced with glaring eyes-and hope
patted her shoulder-go on dear
Screamed innocence, as she touched
the gem was equally hot
as hot as any coal
Screamed innocence- I burnt my hands
I burnt my hands, dear faith
it really hurts, she turned to hope
at this ruthless sight
faith was speechless
and hope stood back, ashamed
is this my fate? she questioned
as she glanced at her blistered hands
is this my fate? ? ? ? ? -innocence wept like a child
silence there was
and then a whisper
it will soon heal, my dear
she looked up; with tear shedding eyes
she rushed to embrace hope
faith smiled to himself
O! dear dear innocent innocence
how I wish you to know
you burnt your hands but rescued gem
your fate?
is that you should not know……
for there are infinite gem
to be rescued; by you
yet, you will never know
you will never know
my dear burnt handed innocence
you will never know.
About The Beautiful Woman With Angels On Her Hair
mama once told me about
a woman, so beautiful and holy
that she has many tiny angels on her hair
a halo on top of her
a rose for her lips
and kind eyes like hazy moon
on her face
mama once told me that there is heaven
and all the good people are all there
that all the good food are there
all the things that i love
all the toys
and friends
i was a naughty child and i never believed her
when i have grown up
and when all the problems came like bunches of sour grapes
when all the trials arrived in batches
all those that i thought i cannot endure anymore
that was the time when i remember mama
and i realized
that there is a need to believe her
about a beautiful woman
not only with angels on her hair
but will all the stars in heaven
her connections to heaven
and powers to put all the good people in there
it is not the authentic belief
but it is the need to believe
because without it, what would the future be?
my hands for the meantime need to hold upon these
holy rails
so i may not fall and die
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nobodys Diary
If I wait for just a second more,
I know Ill forget what I came here for,
My head was so full of things to say,
But as I open my lips all my words slip away
And anyway,
I cant believe you want to turn the page,
And move your life onto another stage,
You can change the chapter you can change the book,
But the story remains the same if youd take a look.
(chorus)
For the times weve had I dont want to be - a page in your diary babe,
For the good, the bad I dont want to see - a page in your diary babe,
For the happy, the sad - I dont want to be another page in your diary.
Perhaps if I held you I could win again,
I could take your hands wed talk and maybe then -
That look in your eyes I always recognise,
Would tell me everything is gonna be fine,
Youre gonna be mine
For a long time...
(repeat above chorus)
song performed by by Yaz
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