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Big, Wide, White Soft Pillow On My Bed Tonight

big, wide, white soft pillows
on my bed tonight
my head rests for a while
as i wait for you
on this kind of lovely game

my fingers are tired and there they
are fainting with my hands
my eyes are closing like the windows
of the houses in the village
lights turning off like fireflies
getting some sleep on treetops

some locks of my hair fall on the the white
linens where my body lies
like a mountain on the grasy plain

white soft pillows on my bed
my conscience sleeps like a fat man drunk and dead asleep
on the thick warm pastel blue mattress
not hearing the loudness of his snores

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My angel, I love to watch you sleep........

When the night comes then your voice calm down
When the moon begin to sail in the sky
then your eyes are closing down to sleep
You fall asleep while dim light illuminates your room
I love to watch you sleep my little girl
You sleep like a little angel within your dreams
Your hair falls both sides of your face and
your hands folded in to the blanket
Your pillows and bunnies are speard around you
You breath soft and low while your innocent heart
beat slowly to the merry tune
I love to watch you sleep my little baby
When I want to kiss you to say good night in your sleep
then you toss your head and stretch your little body
and turn around sleep again while holding your pillow
God brought you to me and given you as his gift
and today you are the greatest treasure in my life
Someone to laugh and dance and sing in my home
I love to watch you sleep my angel

Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka

Copyright @2004 Ravi Sathasivam

poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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In My Own Emptiness

night is a home of dreams
restive bed, warm blankets
soft pillows,

your head rests in my arms
you are asleep

my night is a home of your
dreams

i am your solace in this
darkness

now i too, am complete
i am an emptiness gone.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Feeling A Red Brick Wall With My Soft White Hands

red bricks
walls
thick walls

seeing these walls
of red bricks
feeling the hardness
of each
with my soft hands

close my eyes
feel that
i am inside you
a wall

no i don't scream
i moan

and then i am silent
so tired and
asleep

dreaming of windows
red doors
golden locks
platinum keys

wings on my shoulder
feathers of birds

blue skies red suns
blue moons

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let's Go To Bed

Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo
Let me take your hand
I'm shaking like milk
Turning
Turning blue
All over the windows and the floors
Fires outside in the sky
Look as perfect as cats
The two of us
Together again
But it's just the same
A stupid game
But i don't care if you don't
And i don't feel if you don't
And i don't want it if you don't
And i won't say it
If you won't say it first
You think you're tired now
But wait until three
Laughing at the christmas lights
You remember from december
All of this then back again
Another girl
Another name
Stay alive but stay the same
It's just the same
A stupid game
But i don't care if you don't
And i don't feel if you don't
And i don't want it if you don't
And i won't say it
If you won't say it first
You can't even see now
So you ask me the way
You wonder if it's real
Because it couldn't be rain
Through the right doorway
And into the white room
It used to be the dust that would lay here
When i came here alone
Doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo
Let's go to bed

song performed by by Cure
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Approx.20: 15 Hours, February 10, Euphoria (adult Content)

a soft snuggling
tight embrace
a glint like cut diamond shines blue in an ember orange sunset glow
a soft red glow to his cheeks
a red tinge to his lips
more snuggling
lights out
his hands explore what is not his- was not
together we fall, impacting a small family of pillows
I begin what he had started
we lose track of where each of us ends and the other begins
completion of our confusion- insertion
mad, swift motions
cogniscence drowned by euphoria glowng after the ember sunset ends

we lie together, asleep

poem by Sam Morrow
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After Death

IF we must part, this parting is the best:
How would you bear to lay
Your head on some warm pillow far away--
Your head, so used to lying on my breast?

But now your pillow is cold;
Your hands have flowers, and not my hands, to hold;
Upon our bed the worn bride-linen lies.
I have put the death-money upon your eyes,
So that you should not wake up in the night.
I have bound your face with white;
I have washed you, yes, with water and not with tears,--
Those arms wherein I have slept so many years,
Those feet that hastened when they came to me,
And all your body that belonged to me.
I have smoothed your dear dull hair,
And there is nothing left to say for you
And nothing left to fear or pray for you;
And I have got the rest of life to bear:
Thank God it is you, not I, who are lying there.

If I had died
And you had stood beside
This still white bed
Where the white, scented, horrible flowers are spread,--
I know the thing it is,
And I thank God that He has spared you this.
If one must bear it, thank God it was I
Who had to live and bear to see you die,
Who have to live, and bear to see you dead.

You will have nothing of it all to bear:
You will not even know that in your bed
You lie alone. You will not miss my head
Beside you on the pillow: you will rest
So soft in the grave you will not miss my breast.
But I--but I--Your pillow and your place--
And only the darkness laid against my face,
And only my anguish pressed against my side--
Thank God, thank God, that it was you who died!

poem by Edith Nesbit
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My White Bicycle

My white bicycle, my white bicycle
Riding all around the street
Four oclock and theyre all asleep
Im not tired and its so late
Moving fast everything looks great.
My white bicycle, my white bicycle
See that man, hes all alone
Looks so happy but hes far from home
Ring my bell, smile at him
Better kick over his garbage bin
My white bicycle, my white bicycle
The rain comes down but I dont care
The wind is blowing in my hair
Seagulls flying in the air
My white bicycle
Lead:
Policeman shouts but I dont see him
Theyre one thing I dont believe in
Find some judge, but its not leavin
Lift both hands, his head in disgrace
Shines no light upon my face
Through the darkness, we still speed
My white bicycle and me
My white bicycle, my white bicycle
(burgess/west)
Getaway music
Copyright 1975 nazareth (dunfermline) ltd

song performed by by Nazareth
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A Journey Beyond Death

Pranab k c
08/2011

So nervous were my eyes
when I saw my body lied in sleep

A sweet and soft moonlight everywhere
from ocean to mountain
from meadows to graveyard
walls, roof and floor are out of existence
a light soft and sweet flowing everywhere

So nervous was my memory
can't recollect the finest tune of life
I heard so long ago before my death
can't recollect

Yet alive I was but just out of me
the body in deep sleep and I
flying without feather everywhere
from ditch to dense
from narrow to wide
no heaven, no hell
only sweet and soft light white
everywhere, in every inch of all the imagery...

poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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White Hat White Coat

To the late doug whalan.... from your daughter.....

White hat white coat and greying in hair
he would dance around the dance floor with plenty of flair

White hat white coat black pants to boot
the men would all say 'silly old coot'

Whitehat white coat and a big friendly smile
when he went to a dance he'd dress in style

White hat white coat and a beat in his feet
it's of to the dance and people to meet

White hat white coat and a scotch on the rocks he'd love to dance
and the men would all mock

White hat white coat asleep at the wheel
he's danced all night 'boy i know how he feels'

White hat white coat have been put to the test
it's time to go home for a well earned rest

White hat white coat clean shirt and socks too
he's all geard up and ready for round two

White hat white coat so tired and run down
close your eyes and dream of your nights on the town

White hat white coat you've seen better days
your torn around the edges and your starting to fray

White hat white coat the time's come for us to part
but always remember ' i love you with all my heart '

poem by Debbie Gregory
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Study

Somewhere the long mellow note of the blackbird
Quickens the unclasping hands of hazel,
Somewhere the wind-flowers fling their heads back,
Stirred by an impetuous wind. Some ways’ll
All be sweet with white and blue violet.
(Hush now, hush. Where am I?—Biuret—)

On the green wood’s edge a shy girl hovers
From out of the hazel-screen on to the grass,
Where wheeling and screaming the petulant plovers
Wave frighted. Who comes? A labourer, alas!
Oh the sunset swims in her eyes’ swift pool.
(Work, work, you fool——!)

Somewhere the lamp hanging low from the ceiling
Lights the soft hair of a girl as she reads,
And the red firelight steadily wheeling
Weaves the hard hands of my friend in sleep.
And the white dog snuffs the warmth, appealing
For the man to heed lest the girl shall weep.
(Tears and dreams for them; for me
Bitter science—the exams are near.
I wish I bore it more patiently.
I wish you did not wait, my dear,
For me to come: since work I must:
Though it’s all the same when we are dead.—
I wish I was only a bust,
All head.)

poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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A Misunderstanding

night comes like
a zombie and
it sleeps with
you and
though the bed
has been cleaned
and perfumed
the hours turn
into stinking
skunks

somehow you
know how to maintain
that poise
of a creature
with beautiful eyelashes
and soft hands
still skin to the
pillows
madly in love
with
that gift of
sleep

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Red White And Blue

We don't have no plastic L.A. Frynds,
ain't on the edge of no popular trend.
Ain't never seen the inside of that magazine GQ.
We don't care if you 're a lawyer, or a texas oil man,
or some waitress busting ass in some liquor stand.
If you got Soul
We hang out with people just like you
My hair's turning white,
my neck's always been red,
my collar's still blue,
we've always been here
just trying to sing the truth to you.
Yes you could say
we've always been,
Red, White, and Blue
Ride our own bikes To Sturgis
we pay our own dues,
smoking camels, drinking domestic BREWS
You want to know where I have been
just look at my hands
Yeah, I've driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still wouldn't pay my bail.
I ain't been no angel,
But even God, he understands.
My hair's turning white,
my neck's always been red,
my collar's still blue,
we've always been here
just trying to sing the truth to you.
Yes you could say
we've always been,
Red, White, and Blue
Yeah that's right!
My Daddy worked hard, and so have I,
paid our taxes and gave our lives
to serve this great country
so what are they complaining about
Yeah we love our families, we love our kids
you know it is love that makes us all so rich
That's where were at,
If they don't like it they can just
get the HELL out!
Yeah!
My hair's turning white,
my neck's always been red,
my collar's still blue,
we've always been here
just trying to sing the truth to you.
Yes you could say

song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Red Death At 6'14 (disc)

[I'll buy it out there
got a cop down at
6:14, 6:14?]
la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la
whoo!
what's that she said
what's that she said
what's that she said
with her fingers turning blue
and her face was turning red
whoo!
was that her dad
was that her dad
was that her dad
with the magic marker
writing little angel on her head
la la la la la la la la la la la la
la la la la la la la la la la la la
whoo!
she must be dead
well she must be dead
she must be dead
if the only sound I hear
are the devils by her bed
oh
oh well
[cough
cough]
whoo!
what's that she said
what's that she said
what's that she said
with her fingers turning blue
and her face was turning red
la la la la la laThe White Stripes Lyrics Index

song performed by by White Stripes
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Avalanche-the White Death

The land is white
The name of the land brings you
to the land of nothing
The name is white
The white is dead
Sun shines pale, the land shades full of pain
Avalea doesn't bloom and fall in this drain
I'm going back alive again
But no one's crying for the dead
The land is still white
Ice and snow are still the same as yesterday
But the wind is stronger in the sorrow
The land is white
The white is dead
They weep wherever they blow
Forever love, cursed land
Forever goodbye, my lovely land
No more tears falling in this land
Even the sand doesn't know
why he doesn't round to anywhere
The land has frozen like stone
The air is blowed dead
The land is white
The name is white
The land called white is dead

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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My Wish For You Now

i wish that there will be
peace above your head
like butterflies so still
on leaves at noon.

i wish you sweet dreams
soft, cool, colors
baby pinks and
pastel blues
white lotus blooming
as you sleep.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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While Posing.

Mr Clementon says to sit
and wait and pose and you

sit as told and watch as he
prepares the easel and sorts

his brushes and paints and
all the while he sings in a soft

humming undertone his focus
on his task and not at all on you

and you watch and see how slim
his fingers are and not at all like

most men’s fingers are and his
hands are white and his face now

turned to you is shaved clean and
unblemished like a baby’s skin

and you think how soft it must
be to be close to him and sense

his flesh on yours and try and keep
your head still Molly he says firmly

bringing you down to earth and
drawing you from your thoughts

I need you to sit still and not move
unless I say and he begins and his

eyes move from you to the canvas
and back to you again and outside

the window the beginning of rain.

poem by Terry Collett
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Viola

at this time
of uncertainty
when the head is bald
when the pain cannot be pointed where
when the locks of hair
rests on weary pillows
we begin to know
what living is: it is today, not tomorrow
not before this
not long after that
it is the word between my lips
my air inside my mouth
the breath in my nostrils
it is the uneasiness in my fingers
it is the closure of my
eyelids
today viola
life is life, there is no other
the promises fall out
from their hearts
the warriors in us
step out from the chariots
the wings on our feet
become skins
and callous harshness
today viola
i embraced the day
because there is no other
actually.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Jocelyn...

she is pale, white, emaciated,
on that last day, her hands made most of the grips

she did not want Chona to leave her in that room
she wanted more pillows, but then the pain
despite the high dose of morphine
and the softness of the pillows and the coldness of the
hospital ward,

did not diminish the pain until she finally
made the final gaze and said the
last words, a la cell phone
terminology:

i am checking off.Then she died.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Use To Believe Any Moon Could Be Blue

I use to believe any Moon could be blue.
Before I discovered there were actual Blue Moons.

Feeling depressed and selfishly centered.
Waiting for someone or something,
To find its orbit around me.
On days like the one I am having...
I wished to be spoiled.
I'm tired of doing that for myself.

All that talk about being happy alone...
Doesn't work on the weekends.
Or on rainy, cold or full Moon lit nights.
Don't listen to anyone who lies and says the opposite.
I've squeezed my foam filled pillows flat.
I have to fold them and hold them in my palms,
Just to feel my head lifted at a comfortable angle.
And that is sad.

I use to believe any Moon could be blue.
Before I discovered there were actual Blue Moons.
I use to think that way.
But lately I've been thinking I should change my pillows.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Red Lips, Blue Eyes, Little White Lies

(kostas/brent moyer)
Red lips, blue eyes and little white lies
Oh darlin Im a fool for you
Hey darlin why cant you can be true
Red lips, blue eyes and sweet disguise
Oh darlin the things you put me through
Your little white lies are breaking my heart in two
You come around and tell me that you love me so
You take a little loving then you say you gotta go
I know hes waiting for you on the other side of town
Well Im a fool to love you baby cause I know youre messing around
Red lips, blue eyes and little white lies
Oh darlin why cant you be true
Im crazy to love you baby you know I do, yeah
Sooner or later youll have to face the truth
Little white lies will catch up with you
With nowhere to run and no where to hide
And no one to love you there by your side
Red lips, blue eyes and little white lies
Oh darlin the things you put me through
But your little white lies are gonna catch up with you
Oh your little white lies are gonna catch up with you
Baby your little white lies are gonna catch up with you

song performed by by Gary Allan
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