Black-out
slowly the worst in you
trickles
short of ideas
lack of images
at the gate
half-open you
want to see
the world again
everything is
dark
and you are
alone
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Open The Gate
I see you from the distance
From beyond the fence you made
Hiding all your feelings
Behind your barricade
Oh have you been invaded
Is this the reason why you hide
I know just how you're feeling
I know - let me inside
Open the gate up
Open the gate up - hurry
Open the gate up - hurry
I want to get near you
But you just won't let me in
'Cause you're so scared of losing
Everything you've got within
Come on now you can trust me
Come on and open the door
'Cause I know just how you're feeling
I know - I've been there before
Open the gate up
Open the gate up - hurry
Open the gate up
Hurry hurry hurry hurry
And do it right now
Do it right now
Do it right now
Do it right now - hurry
Do it right now - do it right now
Do it right now - do it right now
And do it right now - do it right now
Do it right now - do it right now
Hurry
Open the gate up
Open the gate up - hurry
Open the gate up
Hurry hurry hurry hurry
Open the gate up - open the gate up
Or I'm gonna knock the damn door down
Open the gate up - open the gate up
Or I'm gonna knock the damn door down
Open the gate up - open the gate up
Or I'm gonna knock the damn door down
Open the gate up - open the gate up
Or I'm gonna knock the damn door down
Down
song performed by by No Doubt from Beacon Street Collection
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Half The World
Half the world lives,
Half the world makes,
Half the world gives
While the other half takes.
Half the world hates,
Half the world runs away,
Half the world's late,
Half the world praises the day.
Half the world is,
Half the world was,
Half the world thinks,
Half the world does.
Half the world lies,
Half the world burns,
Half the world cries
While the other half turns.
Half the world cares,
Half the world weeps,
Half the world shares,
Half the world keeps.
Half the world sings,
Half the world laughs,
Half the world brings,
Half the world tries to be the other half.
End.
Half The World
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Half the world hates
What half the world does every day
Half the world waits
While half gets on with it anyway
Half the world lives
Half the world makes
Half the world gives
While the other half takes
Half the world is
Half the world was
Half the world thinks
While the other half does
Half the world talks
With half a mind on what they say
Half the world walks
With half a mind to run away
Half the world lies
Half the world learns
Half the world flies
As half the world turns
Half the world cries
Half the world laughs
Half the world tries
To be the other half
Half of us divided like a torn-up photograph half of us are
Trying to reach the other half
Half the world cares
While half the world is wasting the day
Half the world shares
While half the world is stealing away
song performed by by Rush
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Open The Gate
I see you from a distance
From beyond the fence youve made
Hiding all your feelings
Behind your barricade
Have you been invaded
Is this the reason why you hide
I know just how your feeling
I know so let me inside
Open the gate up
Open the gate up, hurry
Open the gate up, hurry
I want to get near you
But you just wont let me in
Youre so scared of losing
Everything youve got within
Come on now you can trust me
Come on open the door
I know just how youre feeling
I know, Ive been there before
Open the gate up
Open the gate up hurry
Open the gate up hurry
Do it right now
Open the gate up...
Or Im gonna knock the d*mn door down!
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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It All Trickles Down
Theres a dragon-tail swishing behind tonight.
Poisons rising. Im up too tight.
I might not be responsible
For the things that I might do.
My tanks are full and my dogs are loose.
Bees in my bonnet. stew in juice.
Saut-simmer, shallow-fry
When it all trickles down to you.
It all trickles down.
Yes it all trickles down.
Well it all trickles down,
From me to you.
My day was rough, dont care about yours.
I put muddy feet on your polished floor.
A goose to cook, a job that im
Well qualified to do.
And it all trickles down.
Yes it all trickles down.
Well it all trickles down
From me to you.
Would be the one, would be the tea on toast.
Would be the son, would be the holy ghost.
If this is not believable
Then youve just had one too few.
Would be the mad jack to your queen of spades.
A little mac in your burger trade.
One dead-cert consequence --
It all trickles down to you.
And it all trickles down.
Yes it all trickles down.
Well it all trickles down
From me to you.
Theres a dragon-tail swishing behind tonight.
Poisons rising. Im up too tight.
I might not be responsible
For the things that I might do.
My tanks are full and my dogs are loose.
Bees in my bonnet. stew in juice.
Saut-simmer, shallow-fry
When it all trickles down to you.
It all trickles down.
Yes it all trickles down.
Well it all trickles down,
From me to you.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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That Open Gate
The path led through an open gate,
New pastures there to find.
Just a few steps were needed now,
To leave the past behind.
An unknown future awaited
My intrepid heart's desire,
To face a new tomorrow,
And set the world on fire.
Only a short distance was remaining,
Between me and the unexplored.
So I crossed the boundary to the unseen,
That on the other side, was stored.
But the track turned rough and stoney,
And was not the hoped for aim,
So I passed back through that open gate,
And returned from whence I came.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Emptiness
There's an emptiness in my life that seems to burn
So I have taken a road that twists and turns
That leads to a dark place where I can't be found
Troubled nights, nightmares all around
Where life's lost souls disappear, gone forever
In a world that can be worst not better
But light is staring at me in my face
As I slowly open my eyes to the human race
What the world is doing can't be right
It never is in the land of ‘twilight'
So where are we and where do we want to go
Are we moving too fast, or is it too slow
Only you can decide where you want to be
Mine's different as I am not from this planet you see.
poem by JeanJacques Evendon
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A glimpse
a glimpse
the half opened door
some would say
a half closed door
it all depends on the
state of mind you are in
well half closed for pessismist
and half opened for optimist
half opened or half closed door
so long as it is open
and not close
a good exercise for the mind
of a story teller, novelist, a film maker
a glimpse at the half closed door
the mind is thrown open
like the kick you would give
a half opened door
so that you and pet cat could
glide through easily
the stories that start coming out
from a glimpse at the half opened door
agatha's murdered corpse lying behind
a stalker, a ghost in the corridor of the mind
from the glimpse of the half closed door
a million possibilities, ideas pouring forth
half closed door, half opened door
whichever way you may say
it is an opened door
a million stories, ideas, possibilities
knock at the door of my mind
a glimpse of the half closed, half opened door
my half closed half opened eyes
open themselves to my ever curious mind
boundless as the universe
inspired by
A Glimpse
A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,
late of a winter night-And I unremark'd seated in a corner;
Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and
seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;
A long while, amid the noises of coming and going-of drinking and
oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,
perhaps not a word.
Walt Whitman
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Song Of Spring
The Spring comes slowly up this way,
Slowly, slowly,
Under a snood of hodden grey.
The black and white for her array,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Where is her green that was so gay?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Unto a world too sick for May,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
Where are the lads that used to play?
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
She has no heart for holiday,
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up this way.
The trees are out in Heaven they say.
Slowly, slowly,
The Spring comes slowly up our way.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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For Lack Of Words
he says that for lack of words
he could not a poem make
his tongue sticks to his gums
the images not so clear
in his imagination
he says it is like he indulges in masturbation
short of the needed ejaculation
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Slip Away
Friends have said to lock the door
And have an open house no more
The said the factory must change
And slowly slip away
But if i have to live in fear
Where will i get my ideas
With all those crazy people gone
Will i slowly slip away
Still there's no more billy name
Ondine is not the same
Wonton and the turtle gone
Slowly slip away
Slowly slip away
If i close the factory door
And don't see those people anymore
If i give in to infamy
I'll slowly slip away
I know it seems that friends are right
Hello daylight, goodbye night
But starlight is so quiet here
Think i'll slowly slip away
What can i do by myself
It's good to here from someone else
It's good to hear a crazy voice
Will not slip away
Will not slip away
If i have to live in fear
My ideas will slowly slip away
If i have to live in fear
I'm afraid my life will slip away
If you can't see me past my door
Why your thoughts could slowly slip away
If i have to lock the door
Another life exists no more slip away
Friends have said to lock the door
Watch out for who comes through the door
The said the factory must change
But i don't
song performed by by Lou Reed
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The Worst Thing
The worst thing
is holding on to someone
who dosen't want to be held on to
a caged bird
only wanting freedom that was given to them
falling for someone
who isn't going to catch you
life is too short
to be anything but happy
kiss slowly
love deeply
forgive quickly
love right
and you'll never hit the ground
if you do it right
don't be afrid to take chances
never regret
forget the past
but be smart and remember
what it taught you
sometimes we all have to smile
and pretend that everything is ok
holdig in our tears from the world
walk away and through the rainbow
and through the rainbow
let it shine over
the worst thing
poem by Ardimus Caldwell
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Jesus in the suburb
There’s a strange man
standing outside at the garden gate
on the other side of the mailbox
and he is dressed in a uniform
and looks somewhat familiar
but I cannot place him
and funny enough
the dogs are quiet
and to peaceful to my fancy
as if they
know him from somewhere
and I wonder what a traffic cop
is doing outside at the garden gate
and I am half irritated
when I open the front door,
but his uniform is somewhat strange
and looks like a flying suit
that a pilot would wear.
I wonder what he wants
and without talking he asks
do you know me?
There’s a bright like
shining like the sun
out of his loving eyes
and His hands has the marks
of old wounds
that has healed
and I wonder what He is doing
at the door of a sinful fool like me
and I open the gate wide
and He walks in.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Looking Dark
As the tree covered by his own bark,
The truest and invisible site of our character is 'dark'.
It also covers our life; more than light,
It remains with us even in bright; as shadow,
If it is not there than the life becomes a room without any door and window.
Born in dark, sleep in dark and
Death in dark; emotions also comes in dark......
That's true, we get the techniques to be sharp; only in dark.
What is dark?
It is the most hard mark of life,
Of its own type, and never get removed instead we sacrifice our life,
Because it is not worst or bad but it is the shed which always keep our self out from the worst,
Unless we become lost...
In this untidy world.
Dark has many kinds, it is what?
Answer revolves around the human's mind.
If it is dirty, on one could clean it.
Or if it is clean, everyone could seen; this dream.
Because when the dark becomes visible....
Than human its self got the power of double.....
So please try to see your own dark......
poem by Prateek Khard
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Original - Time, My Worst Enemy
Time, My Worst Enemy
Keeping me away from you
Time, My Worst Enemy
Moving slowly when we’re apart
Time, My Worst Enemy
Fleeting when you are near
Time, My Worst Enemy
Battling with it daily
Time, My Worst Enemy
Stealing moments from the clock
Time, My Worst Enemy
Until you are in my arms again
Time, My Worst Enemy
Rapidly chasing us down
Time, My Worst Enemy
He will not take you this time
Time, My Worst Enemy
You are in my arms to stay
Time, My Worst Enemy
Has Lost!
Open 2
Open your heart and let all your love pour out to the world.
The world needs love for it is falling apart.
Open up your eyes and see all the violence that is happening all around you.
The world needs peace for violence is killing innocent people.
Open up your mind and think about what you have in life and what some believe don't.
For the world needs people to help them prosper.
Finally open up your mouth and let your teeth be shown.
For you are alive and not dead.
The world needs happiness so it can slowly open its box.
A box of peace.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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It Trickles
It trickles
It trickles
It trickles red
This night
How weary
The light
This night
How still
How still
And red
The night.
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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Think Trickles
if u think in trickles
it will just be trickles
thoughts trickling like
a trick
the mind tricks itself
on the trick of
the trickles
think about a rush of
the waters of the rain
think about a mountain
a river
an ocean
think about how wide
can this space be
how high can the sky be
how deep
can this earth be
think about you as a
speck of dust
on this universal hollowness
all things trying to fill
up this vast emptiness
to no avail,
think about you as another
insignificant atom
vibrating in random
with the rest
of this molecular world
always in flux
changing and shifting
and moving
now, u r as humble
as the leaf about to fall
from a twig
now you are as
weak as a fading sun
as gentle as the
waning moon
as silent as the star
about to die
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Teach Me How To Fly
It's never to late to open the gate.
'Teach me.
Teach me.'
Age is nothing but an excuse to make.
'Teach me to free myself.
Teach me like no one else.'
Moons come and those Summers go.
It's never too late to open the gate.
Minds in fear keep those dreams slowed.
Age aint nothing but an excuse to make.
'Teach me.
Teach me.
Teach me how to fly.'
It's never too late to open the gate.
'Teach me,
I'd like to try.'
You're the only one who decides it's too late.
You're the only one afraid to open the gate.
You're the one with urges wishing to escape.
'Why can't you reach me to teach me,
To break away from those limits made? '
You're the only one who decides it's too late.
You're the only one afraid to open the gate.
You're the one with urges wishing to escape.
'Teach me.
Teach me.
Teach me how to fly.'
I can't.
It was something I desired.
And with that desire...
I found it could be done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our greatest lack is not money for any undertaking, but rather ideas, If the ideas are good, cash will somehow flow to where it is needed.
quote by Robert H. Schuller
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