In The Middle Of The City
someone has his last laugh
it is loud
the room is not enough
you do not know anybody here
so you can be yourself
and all that you can offer
is your back
you do not look at anyone
you have become a horse blinded
sounding nothing
bound to the direction
of the silent path
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Not A Reasonable Man
You're not having this, and I'm not having that
I'm not a reasonable man, I've come for it back
Let 'em all in, don't you know that I love a crowd
But I wont get the jokes, cos the laughter's too loud
I never was slight, or silent with you
For one hour of delight, in the gathering gloom
I've no reservations, I've got no room
For these souvenirs, to bring for you
Solo - Instrumental
Let 'em all in, don't you know that I love a crowd
But they wont get the jokes, cos the laughter's too loud
And I'm not the man you think I am at all
I was learning to walk, and starting to crawl
I've no reservations, I've got no room
For these souvenirs, to bring back to you
And you're not having this, and I'm not having that
I'm not a reasonable man, I've come for it back
song performed by by I Am Kloot
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Dumb intimacy
In your presence I am silent
And in my presence you are.
Between us silence is comfortable.
Is not it itself a proof
That we are bound by affinity.
I am man and you, a woman.
Is not that itself a proof
That it is more than affinity.
Let us not reveal what it means,
To spare us of that embarrassment.
Let us be dumbly intimate.
That intimacy is more sounding;
That silence is more sounding.1
11.02.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Laugh Out Loud
Have we lost our sense of humor?
We must laugh on every day.
For without laughter life is dull
Like a stage without a play.
Funny little quips that people say
are the gems that sparkle and shine
Right within a placid soul
that's in need of bright sunshine.
So laugh inside, laugh out loud,
Laugh whenever you can.
And when you think you've laughed too much,
laugh out loud again.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Like A Rolling Stone
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
Threw the bums a dime in your prime, didnt you
Peopled called you, said beware the doll, youre bound to fall,
You thought they were all kidding you
You used to laugh about
Everybody else that was hanging out
Now you dont talk so loud
Now you dont seem so proud
About having to be scrounging around for your next meal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
In no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
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Inscription for the Ceiling of a Bedroom
Daily dawns another day;
I must up, to make my way.
Though I dress and drink and eat,
Move my fingers and my feet,
Learn a little, here and there,
Weep and laugh and sweat and swear,
Hear a song, or watch a stage,
Leave some words upon a page,
Claim a foe, or hail a friend-
Bed awaits me at the end.
Though I go in pride and strength,
I'll come back to bed at length.
Though I walk in blinded woe,
Back to bed I'm bound to go.
High my heart, or bowed my head,
All my days but lead to bed.
Up, and out, and on; and then
Ever back to bed again,
Summer, Winter, Spring, and Fall-
I'm a fool to rise at all!
poem by Dorothy Parker
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There Is A Forest Existing Amongst The Trees
This life is mine and not yours to ride.
Get off my back.
Keep your eyes on your own path.
Make and establish your own tracks.
This life is mine and not yours to define.
There is no need to offer your definition,
As to the direction I should better take.
When I place each foot down,
I am aware of each step I make.
There is no blindside to catch me,
Straying off into the wilderness.
No hindsight is there to express,
About concerns of not doing my best.
My best has yet to be done.
And I do not seek in a premeditation,
To prove this to anyone.
I am at first my own worst critic.
This life is mine and not yours to ride.
Get off my back.
Keep your eyes on your own path.
Make and establish your own tracks.
You will be surprise to see,
There is a forest existing amongst the trees.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bound
Bound
By: Adam M. Snow
'Bound, ' a word I fear when all thing's near,
my past, myself I choose to hide.
But of bound, my fear drawing near; my world I denied.
Is there no hope? My life is bound, my life's profound still I hide.
I long for freedom I cannot grasp.
To have you understand, now while I clasp my truth I dare not speak.
Why can't I love with shadows covering?
Just for once, the feeling of free; my path before me, broken.
My arms, my legs both strapped to this pedestal whom I called life;
my eyes blinded by strife.
My tongue cut out before me so I may see,
there's no hope for me yet; but I regret it all.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XXII: Laugh
there's laugh, forced laugh
laugh, gentle rejection without word
laugh, looking sympathy with laugh
laugh but actually doesn't laugh
hiding anger, hiding pain
cheerful laugh but alone inside
why you try hard to impress people?
tired and wounded more
laughing your foolish joke
and crying life in the dark room
laugh for yourself
laugh with your heart
and you'll never regret to try an honest laugh
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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In My Room
There's a world where I can go and tell my secrets to
In my room, in my room
In this world I lock out all my worries and my fears
In my room, in my room
Do my dreaming and my scheming
Lie awake and pray
Do my crying and my sighing
Laugh at yesterday
Now it's dark and I'm alone
But I won't be afraid
In my room, in my room
In my room, in my room
In my room, in my room
song performed by by Wilson Phillips
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In My Room
Theres a world where I can go and tell my secrets to
In my room, in my room
In this world I lock out all my worries and my fears
In my room, in my room
Do my dreaming and my scheming
Lie awake and pray
Do my crying and my sighing
Laugh at yesterday
Now its dark and Im alone
But I wont be afraid
In my room, in my room
In my room, in my room
In my room, in my room
song performed by by Beach Boys
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My Butterfly
I raised my face to the warmth.
But the sun always shines brightest
just before a storm.
And I was allowed a laugh: a single laugh-
a spark of happiness-
before the clouds moved in
and covered my only friend.
I could see a faint yellow light
shining on behind the merciless clouds.
But the rain came and washed my smile away.
And the sun was gone.
The only thing to light my path
was the lightning that threatened
my every step.
And as soon as I could see where I needed to be,
thunder clapped and threw me off my feet.
Pointed me in a new direction.
Numbed my ears
so that the only sound loud enough
for me to hear
was the torrent of rain around me.
And my skipping heart.
Like a butterfly trapped in a jar
and all she wanted was to get out,
but no matter how hard she flapped her wings,
and no matter where she hit on the sides
of her lonely prison,
she could not escape.
But my butterfly will never give up.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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Horse and Rider
The prairie blows the grasses
And whips the horse’s mane.
They travel, horse and rider,
Through the sea of amber grain
Hills roll by, and clouds pass
But steady are the horse’s hooves
Upon the wind blown grass
As they travel, horse and rider
There is no trail that they follow
No path that can be seen
There they travel, horse and rider
Upon the endless blowing green
poem by Horse Poet
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What is a Horse?
What is a horse?
A horse has eyes as dainty as a mink.
The grace is interrupted merely by a blink.
A horse is beauty.
What is a horse?
A horse is a tree in a storm that never goes down.
A horse is a weathered rock that stays around.
A horse is ancient.
What is a horse?
A horse waltzes like breeze over rivers.
She curvets and leaps like rain shivers.
A horse is a marionette.
What is a horse?
A horse is determination, that never stops flowing.
A horse is fondness, that never stops growing.
A horse is poetic power.
poem by Lily Whittaker
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Speak the Words
I had enough words to say that I was sorry
I had enough ways to make it go away
But foolish pride has ruined the path before me
I guess the sun can only shine here once a day
I drowned myself in a wave of lost ambition
I filled your world with my hate and disbelief
I trapped my soul in an awkward disposition
And deep inside I hope that no one sees me
Can you feel the pain I hide
I laugh out loud but cry inside
No one's there to save me from my doubt
Cause I don't dare to speak the words out loud
Try to find me in my sorrow
Time won't take away the truth
Can't change the way that we are changing
I hope that we will finally learn to
Can you feel the pain I hide
I laugh out loud but cry inside
No one's there to save me from my doubt
Cause I'm too scared to speak the words out loud
I walk the dessert all alone
No place to rest my mind
The sun is burning in my soul
song performed by by Green Lizard from Identity
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Flowers - Giving It All Away B-side
Renegades and shifting shades
And the lights in your face
And you friends talk lying
But some of them got flowers in their room
When its on and youre falling on every floor
That youre hoping to score
And youre every night ? ? ?
But some of them got flowers in their room
But some of them got flowers in their room
But some of them got flowers in their room
Hear the word that the man on the stairs
Knows your every affair and is holding your hand
And he says some of them got flowers in their room
And he screams in a face
But the smile on the face is cool and its cold
And it reads vacated
And some of them got flowers in their room
And some of them got flowers in their room
And some of them got flowers in their room
And I take someone home and I cant be alone
And theres faces to please and I walk on the knees
Oh you see, I got no flowers in my room
And I laugh with my mouth and I laugh with you
But the joke was a joke that I never really knew
Some of them got flowers in their room
Some of them got flowers in their room
Some of them got flowers in their room
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
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The White Horse...
on that early dawn
they arrived. I will not tell you
exactly how many were they.
they brought the wild horse again
this time it is white and coy
they did not speak to me
my attention was focused on the
beautiful horse
i did not show that i liked it
i did not talk too
then they brought the horse inside
the house
and then the windows and doors
were closed
and then the white horse started to
dance
and i liked it more
it was then that i realized
what are they really
and why are they here bringing me
a beautiful white horse
will they take my antique chairs
made of rosewood?
will i bargain my house
for a horse?
just for a horse
and they whose names i do not really know
shall laugh
after they had finally taken the whole of what i have
just for a white horse whose talent is just
to dance?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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All In Green My Love Went Riding
All in green my love went riding, four lean hounds
crouched low and smiling; riding upon a great gold
horse into the silver dawn. She ventured far ahead, an amazon
princess, flanking four lean hounds; my love struck the path.
She wished to rid herself of me. All in green
my love kept riding, without me; into the silver dawn.
Till I heard the whine of a horse and the bark of the hounds.
I abandoned all caution, raced atop the high peaks
into the silver sawn, to find the Golden Horse
with no rider. Four lean hounds, crouched low and silent
Where a motionless figure lay on the path;
All in green, my heart fell dead before.
poem by Ryan C. Walker
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Like A Rolling Stone
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime
Didnt you
People called say beware doll
Youre bound to fall
You thought they were all
Kidding you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hanging it out
Now you dont talk so loud
Now you dont seem so proud
About having to be scrounging
For your next meal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
Youve gone to the finest school
Allright miss lonely
But you know you only used to get
Juiced in it
Nobodys ever taught you
How to live in the street
And now youre gonna have to get
Used to it
You say you never compromise
With the mystery tramp
But now you realize
Hes not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And say do you want to do
Make a deal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your homewith no direction home
A complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
You never turned around to see the frowns
On the jugglers and the clowns
When they all did tricks for you
You never understood that it aint no good
You shouldnt let other people
Get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse
With your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a siamese cat
Aint it hard when you discover that
He really wasnt where its at
After he took from you everything
He could steal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To hang on your home
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
Princess on the steeple
And all the pretty people
Theyre drinking thinking
That they got it made
Exchanging all precious gifts
But youd better
Take a diamond ring
Youd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At napoleon in rags
And the language that he used
Go to him now he calls you
You cant refuse
When you aint got nothing
You got nothing to lose
You are invisible nowyou got no secrets to conceal
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your home
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Bound Down And Traveled To Brag
Bound down.
With a weight much too heavy.
A load that is carried.
Not to shift from a snugging fit.
Bound down and accustomed to the carrying,
Their trials, tribulations and burdens all around.
As if to despair a marriage to tolerate,
With a promise made to stay devoted.
Bound down.
Like a horse attached to a carriage.
And cracking a back directed to adhere.
Wishing not for the sound of a whip that snaps.
Bound down and traveled to brag,
On a mission to awaiting listening ears...
As how one has journeyed through the years,
Making toiling a clear choice one has chosen to do...
To validate with proof the showing of one's suffering.
Bound down.
As if to keep the doing of it,
A proud family tradition to instill.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Like A Rolling Stone
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didnt you?
Peopled call, say, beware doll, youre bound to fall
You thought they were all kiddin you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin out
Now you dont talk so loud
Now you dont seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.
Chorus:
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Youve gone to the finest school all right, miss lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out youre gonna have to get used to it
You said youd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
Hes not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?
Chorus:
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it aint no good
You shouldnt let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a siamese cat
Aint it hard when you discover that
He really wasnt where its at
After he took from you everything he could steal.
Chorus:
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
Theyre drinkin, thinkin that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But youd better lift your diamond ring, youd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you cant refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
Youre invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.
Chorus:
How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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