Twist 3
there are facts as vivid as the writings in a book
nothing changes in black and white
they come every morning and stay at nighttime
the familiarity of old places and to and fro pendulums
one takes a look at them again
they never rearrange themselves like furniture of a woman
who is still searching for her place in the house
one is surprised sometimes as they are seen in another light
one that you have never seen before and you think it must be
the only one that is real as real as a cemented wall as tough
as pillars of the house
tomorrow another angle alights from their shapes
and you change another belief again
until such time that you realize
and these they realized a long time ago
truth is relative
facts are angular
nothing is permanent
every thing is an atom in constant
flux in never ending vibrations
and as always
invincible.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Everything Vivid oh so Real
So surreal
everything appears
too real to be real
sober wide eye lucid mind
hallucinations?
How dull our perception
what we deem to be real
hydrogen strawberry patch
purple atmosphere soil
harvest dawn
streaks of violet orange-red
blood shed
sky's living proof
cloud's ceremonial formation
channeling spirits of great
distant cousin mountain ranges
sky
vivid oh so real
trees
vivid oh so real
auto metallic body paint
vivid oh so real
neighbor's sleep eye smile
vivid oh so real
morning rabbithole obligations
vivid oh so real
stage and spot light silence
vivid oh so real
flying feathered wake-up calls
vivid oh so real
everything I see
everything I touch
vivid oh so real
everything I feel
everything I imagine
vivid oh so real
dew transfers from
air to grass to my
bare flesh
vivid oh so real
my body
everything within
everything without
vivid oh so real
tepid bitterness
lukewarm caffeine fix
vivid oh so real
every illusion
performed by the senses
vivid oh so real
meditations under fulsome
tree branches
peace of mind
vivid oh so real
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Maybe Forever
Tell me
Should I be surprised
By the thought of something new
Slowly
As I realise
Start a fire in my mind
Through earthly desire
To find a better place
Trying to find a way
To heaven and higher
A long way from my world
No tears of emotion for my own devotion
Just like an illusion
It seems so real
This is how Im going to feel
Maybe forever
Im stronger
This time
Than Ive been before
Tomorrow...maybe forever
The power of suggestion
Deceiver and deceived
My senses slide away
Its such a distraction
I wish I had no memory
Waiting for someone just like you to find me
Just like an illusion
It seems so real
This is how Im going to feel
Maybe forever
Im stronger
This time
Than Ive been before
Tomorrow...maybe forever
The sea of change
Pulls me in
Almost naked
Perfect
Angel
Your voice
Saves me
Dislocate your mind
Im waiting for someone just like you to find me
Just like an illusion
It seems so real
This is how Im going to feel
Maybe forever
Im stronger
This time
Than Ive been before
Tomorrow...maybe forever
In silence
In darkness
Together now at least until
Tomorrow...maybe forever
The distance between us
Will fade away
People come and stay
Sometimes forever and ever
Maybe forever
Forever and ever and ever ...
song performed by by Heaven 17
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My Favorite Time
My favorite time of morning
Is that time of morning when
I have a cup of warm coffee in my hands
And the sun barely peeks over the land
When the day is yet unwritten
When I am alone in the quiet
With thoughts of you
To keep me company
At my favorite time
My favorite time of the day
Is that time of day when
I hear your voice or see your words
And I know you are engaged in me
As I am engaged in you
As I am replete with thoughts of you
Warm thoughts of you
Across the miles
At my favorite time
My favorite time of the night
Is that time of night when
I close my eyes and dream of you
And my dreams are vivid, sweet and real
In them we are together
In them there is no yesterday or tomorrow
Only a never ending today
With you always
At my favorite time
So my favorite time really
Is that real time
I am privileged to think of you
And to know that no matter what
You are all I could ever want
You are all I will ever need
In a partner, friend and love
I know this now because with you I am always
In my favorite time
poem by David Terry
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Real World
I remember me sittin on my daddys
Knee
Dreamin about what life had in store for me
When I look back now it really makes me mad
The years I took for granted were the best I had
School was alright
Gave me time to fantasize
But one day I woke up
And I realized
Im livin in the real world
Everythings written in black and white
Livin in the real world
Where you dont get nothin unless you fight
I wanna relax but I dont know how
The pressures on me are much stronger now
I remember the days I didnt have a care
Aside from being afraid somebodyd cut my hair
I wanna make it
Before my chances are gone
They say be patient
But it takes too long
Im livin in the real world
Everythings written in black and white
Livin in the real world
Where you dont get nothin unless you fight
Real world
Where there aint no holiday in sight
Livin in the real world
Where you dont get nothin unless you fight
Someday soon Ill settle down for
Good
There was a time I thought I never would
Im gonna live with a lady on a quiet beach
Im gonna have three kids, maybe one of each
Ive got to make it
Before my chances are gone
They say be patient
But it takes too long
Im livin in the real world
Everythings written in black and white
Livin in the real world
Where you dont get nothin unless you fight
Real world
Where there aint no holiday in sight
Livin in the real world
Where you dont get nothin unless you fight
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Ain't Nothin' Like The Real Thing
Ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothin' like the real thing, no, no
Ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby (Ain't nothin')
Ain't nothin' like the real thing
Ooh, I've got your picture hangin' on my wall
But it can't see or come to me
When I call your name (When I call your name)
I realize it's just a picture in a frame
I read your letters when you're not near
But they don't move me and they don't groove me
Like when I hear (When I'm in your arms)
Your sweet voice whispering in my ear (In my ear)
No other sound
Is quite the same as your name (Quite the same as your name)
No touch can do half as much to make me feel better
So let's stay together
Ooh, I've got memories (Memories) to look back on
Though they help when you're gone
I'm well aware (I'm well aware)
Nothin' can take the place of you being there (Being there)
Ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby (Ain't nothin')
Ain't nothin' like the real thing, ooh baby
Ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby (Ain't nothin')
Ain't nothin' like the real thing
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Ain't Nothing Like The Real Thing
Ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby
Ain't nothin' like the real thing, no, no
Ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby (Ain't nothin')
Ain't nothin' like the real thing
Ooh, I've got your picture hangin' on my wall
But it can't see or come to me
When I call your name (When I call your name)
I realize it's just a picture in a frame
I read your letters when you're not near
But they don't move me and they don't groove me
Like when I hear (When I'm in your arms)
Your sweet voice whispering in my ear (In my ear)
No other sound
Is quite the same as your name (Quite the same as your name)
No touch can do half as much to make me feel better
So let's stay together
Ooh, I've got memories (Memories) to look back on
Though they help when you're gone
I'm well aware (I'm well aware)
Nothin' can take the place of you being there (Being there)
Ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby (Ain't nothin')
Ain't nothin' like the real thing, ooh baby
Ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby (Ain't nothin')
Ain't nothin' like the real thing
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Shattered windows, Colors of white
Across the street is a new house with a room painted red, with no holes of white.
Next to me, a house purple, with its color pealing off, with holes of black and white
At the end of the street, an old house once yellow, what now remains white.
The sound of a hammer building a house, entering a place with a color unknown.
On the street,
Windows covered with ice
Some shine with light.
Some broken
Some fixed
Some lost, out of sight.
A house, two blocks from here.
Shines with lights of yellow, red, and green everywhere.
A wall keeping the wind from blowing anywhere.
The house next door, at the dawn of the day.
Paints its room black, and peals the color away.
The wall crumbles.
The wind blows across the colors of yellow, red and green
Breaks all the windows.
Turns the yellow to blue, red to black, and green to white.
The house two blocks away.
Adds a line of yellow red and green everyday.
To allow the house of blue, black and white to shine for us some day.
poem by Linda ErikssonBique
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Crosseyed & Painless
Lost my shape-trying to act casual!
Cant stop-i might end up in the hospital
Im changing my shape-i feel like an accident
Theyre back!-to explain their experience
Isnt it weird/looks too obscure to me
Wasting away/and that was their policy
Im ready to leave-i push the fact in front of me
Facts lost-facts are never what they seem to be
Nothing there!-no information left of any kind
Lifting my head-looking for danger signs
There was a line/there was a formula
Sharp as a knife/facts cut a hole in us
There was a line/there was a forula
Sharp as a knife/facts cut a hole in us
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
The feeling returns/whenever we close out eyes
Lifting my head/looking around inside
The island of doubt-its like the taste of medicine
Working by hindsight-got the message from the oxygen
Making a list-find the cost of opportunity
Doing it right-facts are useless in emergencies
The feeling returns/whenever we close out eyes
Lifting my head/looking around inside.
Facts are simple and facts are straight
Facts are lazy and facts are late
Facts all come with points of view
Facts dont do what I want them to
Facts just twist the truth around
Facts are living turned inside out
Facts are getting the best of them
Facts are nothing on the face of things
Facts dont stain the furniture
Facts go out and slam the door
Facts are written all over your face
Facts continue to change their shape
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
Im still waiting...Im still waiting...
song performed by by Talking Heads
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The Sixth Woman
All the women must envy her.
Because she is the woman that I truly love.
I have surrendered every atom of my being.
All my time is hers.
She takes away my education, my career, my past
My present, my future.
She takes away my soul.
My liberty, my thoughts
My feelings, my rationality
She is everything,
I mumble before her
And I tell everything
There are no secrets
There is only beauty, truth, and goodness.
She is regal.
She takes me whole.
She is eating me whole.
She will break me, she will kill me.
I have nothing left, and she can make me take
What belongs to others so I still have something to give her
To cater to all her demands
Whims
Caprices
She takes my books, my rings, my watches,
She takes my house, my car, my attaché case
She takes my savings, my fortune
She takes everything away from me
And I cry before her
I laugh like crazy
With what is happening to me
And she does not mind
Unmoved, unthinking
Unbreakable
Undone
Un-self
Un-real
To her real-ness
Unbecoming of me
She is unbecoming of me to all the other women in my life
She is forever
Omnipresent, omnivorous,
Omnipotent,
She is
Goddess
All the women say,
I am finished
And I deserve her
And they all wish
My eternal damnation
My eternal suffering
To a hell of perfection
Through her the retaliation is complete
The vengeance perfect.
I am helpless
She is the sixth woman,
The sixth sense
She is poetry and I am her slave.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I WAS A FOOL...by talile ali
I WAS A FOOL
I DON'T WANNA LOSE A FRIENDSHIP
JUST FOR SOME WILD ABANDONED SEX
IF THAT EVER WERE TO BE THE CASE
LIKE FRIENDS WITH BENIFITS
TO HAVE THEM BOTH WOULD BE SO NICE
IT'S LIKE A FANTASY OF MINE
ONE I'D LIKE TO REALIZE
WITH YOU BEFORE WE'RE OUT OF TIME
THAT IT'S YOU, I'M NOT SURPRISED
CAUSE DARLIN, I'VE ALWAYS HAD IT FOR YOU
NEVER THOUGHT I'D SUGGEST SUCH A THING
BUT LIFE MAKES US ALL A FOOL
YOUR MAN'S NOT FUCKIN NO MORE
AND NEITHER DOES MY WIFE
THAT WAS THEIR CHOICE, KEEP IT REAL
I WANNA HAVE SEX WITH MY REAL WIFE
AND AS STRANGE AS IT SEEMS
IT'S FUNNY THAT WE DIDN'T SEE
THE REALITY OF THIS
THING THAT WAS MEANT TO BE
TALKIN BOUT ME AND YOU
AND THE WAY WE FEEL
WE BEEN DENYIN TOO MUCH
WE SHOULD HAVE KEPT IT REAL
I ONCE WAS ANGRY
THAT I DENIED MYSELF THESE PLEASURES
AND THOUGHT I WAS SO BRIGHT
REALIZED BEYOND MEASURE
I WAS A FOOL
FOR NOT TAKING UP YOUR HAND
YOU SEE, THIS MAN'S NOT COMPLETE
UNTIL YOUR HIS WOMAN
AS THE STORY GOES
THIS TELL'S COME TO A CLOSE
I WANNA BE WITH YOU
SO THE STORY GOES
poem by Talile Ali
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The Independent Woman....
we are in this house
that from our sweat built
there are only two of us
in this house
which we have not really
called as home,
something's missing
you give me a hint
not the glass window or
the ceiling fan,
i know it but how can i
tell you?
i won't tell, it will hurt you,
we continue living
somehow
just the two of us in this house
we have our own careers
and every morning we rush to go on our different ways
the night is the only place
of our tryst
we manage to spend time for love
we sleep together and share
what we can
there will be a time when this house shall fall
because it is not a home for us all
there will be one morning when you will finally leave
and take away everything from me
and then i will write it on the wall
this house is never a home,
she never wanted a child to bear.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There Is Something Really Wrong About That
There's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
Truth has been manipulated.
Something is wrong about that!
And people now themselves they hate.
Something is wrong about that!
Racism is the indicator.
Something is wrong about that!
And how one lives is too debated.
Something is wrong about that!
There is something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There's something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
We've all been underestimated.
Something is wrong about that!
The thoughts of people are degraded.
Something is wrong about that!
Deceivers seem too much elated.
Something is wrong about that!
And truth for us has been created...
With an ease that's made..
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
There is something really wrong about that!
They're not based in truth of action.
Something really wrong about that!
Those facts you ration.
Absent is the truth of action.
Nothing is said about that.
Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?
Something's really wrong about it.
Where are the facts?
Something's really wrong about this.
Who erased the facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Keeping truth from action.
Oh there's something really wrong about that!
Who is hiding facts?
And why are facts held back?
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
The truth has been eliminated.
Something is wrong about that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Are Tearing Down My Grandfather's House
(An NLP Editor's Choice Award Winner in Verdant Lands of Spring) They are tearing down my Grandfather's house,
it's made of wood and brick and stone.
The windows they've removed. To them it's real
estate, to me it's my heart being ripped in two.
The realtors, the bankers, the moneymen don't understand.
A house is more than made of wood, a house is made of man. My Grandfather's house is a memory that will
endure after it's torn down.
He's been gone for near thirty years, but his
house had lived on.
I know the world is made of change, and change
is all that's real. But one thing I cannot change,
that is the way I feel. I wipe a tear in the falling rain,
because they are tearing down my Grandfather's
house, and it gives me pain.
I love him as if it were yesteryear,
his wit and smile as warm as the sun.
The house once stood to remind me, but that too
is gone. They are tearing down my Grandfather's house,
it's made of wood and brick and stone.
Yet a house if more than made of wood,
a house is made of love.
poem by David A. Webb
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Freezing Steel
Freezing steel
Ive flown the house of freezing, the house of freezing steel
And though my bodys back I know it cant be real
cause Ive been on that house without a guiding wheel
The house of freezing steel
Oh wheres it going, picked me up at seven
When my eyes were weak from the light of the morning
Oh sister wont you tell me what a man might want to know
This madness is fine, yes if youre mad at the time
Back on the house of freezing, the house of freezing steel
The tied my body up, Im forced to eat my meal
A cold plate of lamb and cold potatoes too
Now whats a soul to do
Oh lord above, brother wont you tell me
Is this a eucharistic dove
cause Ive been waiting for the right one to appear
But Ive seen it in your face, and baby this aint the place
Up on the house of freezing, the house of freezing steel.
I made my mind up then to get me to the wheel
I made the cabin door, the pilot turned around
He said were venus bound
Oh please take me home
After all Im only human and the earth is where I belong
I must have looked pitiful to this freak without a face
cause as he touched my head I saw myself back in bed
Ive flown the house of freezing, the house of freezing steel
And though my bodys back I know it cant be real
cause Ive been on that house without a guiding wheel
The house of freezing steel
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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I Don't Wanna Lose
Space house of black house of lights
House of moise you've never heard
Full of vacuum and crowded of shadows
Space like a watch with no time
Like a book without an end
An equation and thousands solutions
I don't wanna lose my belief now
song performed by by Eiffel 65 from Contact
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Chains On My Neck
Chains On My Neck
I’m black here I sit with chains on my neck
I’m beside other black men with chains on their necks
I’m waiting but while I wait my mind
takes me to my village
There, there is my home
I built it with my hands and my brothers hands
I built it with my sweat and pride
a very, very fine house indeed
But I am here sitting with chains on my neck
Beside other black men with chains on their necks
I see in my minds eye my fine house
I bring in furniture, built by my hands and my father’s hands
Strong furniture made with care from the best trees
But I am here sitting with chains on my neck
Beside other black men with chains on their necks
I see again in my minds eye my fine house
I bring in my spear, ax and shield
Deadly weapons to attack or defend
I mount them on the wall of my fine house
But I am sitting with chains on my neck
Beside me other black men with chains on their necks
I shake my chains and my house is on the other end of my chains.
Copyright 2005
poem by Watchful Steward
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Only A Man
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine, herman rarebell
Well you know it is hard
Being a long time apart
But its you that I love, dont you see
And when I go away
You say, please stay okay
I want you to stay only with me
Well you know it is hard
All these girls are so smart
And they see me all over the place
Well they phone me at night
Ask me out for a bite
I can see all the lust in their face
All these chicks really know
That next day I will go
And they will never see me again
So when Im back home
And we both are alone
I can feel all you love and your pain
Woman, Im only a man
Do the best that I can as you know
Woman, Im only a man
Do the best that I can as you know
Now you know how I feel
Nothing is real
Well its hard to say no
When youve done a good show
And they all want you to celebrate
Well I try to refuse
Try to make some excuse
But at this point its mostly too late
Yeah, I start feeling good
And I get in the mood
I guess, youll know what I mean
These chicks all around
Its so hard to keep count
Its like a schizophrenic dream
Woman, Im only a man
Do the best that I can as you know
Woman, Im only a man
Do the best that I can as you know
Now you know how I feel
Nothing is real
Well you know it is hard
Being a long time apart
But its you that I love, dont you see
And when I go away
You say, please stay okay
I want you to stay only with me
Well you know it is hard
All these girls are so smart
And they see me all over the place
Well they phone me at night
Ask me out for a bite
I can see all the lust in their face
Woman, Im only a man
Do the best that I can as you know
Woman, Im only a man
Do the best that I can as you know
Now you know how I feel
Nothing is real
Woman, Im only a man
Do the best that I can as you know
Woman, Im only a man
Do the best that I can as you know
Now you know how I feel
Nothing is real
song performed by by Scorpions
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I Dont Wanna Lose
Music by m. garino/g.colla, lyrics by s.piovesan/g.randone
Mixed by:mauro di deco
Space house of black house of lights
House of noise youve never heard
Full of vacuum and crowded of shadows
Space like a watch with no time
Like a book without an end
An equation and thousands solutions
I dont wanna lose my belief now ,
That space
Somewhere has a limit beyond
What I see and what I breathe
I live
I dont wanna lose my belief now
That space
Somewhere has an end and beyond
Who knows what we
Will find out there
Somewhere
Space house of black house of lights
House of noise youve never heard
Full of vacuum and crowded of shadows
Space like a watch with no time
Like a book without an end
An equation and thousands
song performed by by Eiffel 65
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Our Not-So-Legal System
It’s not that you’re right or wrong or whether it’s a sin.
The only thing that counts at all is if you bank a win.
The power of money, not the facts, is your winning guide.
What really happened takes back seat, just here for the ride.
Get a lawyer who boasts that he’s never, ever lost a case.
Don’t be a fool and choose one who has ethics as his base.
Then let him teach you exactly how… and what to say,
Especially when those damnable real facts get in the way.
The truth, nothing but the truth so said your sacred oath…
As interpreted by your attorney, just to serve you both.
Though scared and tattered, this troubled system survives;
So much better than other worlds where despots rule lives.
Our not-so-legal system is here since many have fought and died.
As Winston Churchill said of democracy,
“It’s better than all the rest we’ve tried”.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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A Reality
If today in your feeling tone I am Saint
then tomorrow if your feelings change
I can then be transformed into Satan.
If I am steady most and not either
then clearly then Reality for me is the same
and your feelings about me must be in disconnect
and not rooted in who I really am.
If Mind changes its stripes
and truth today can become tomorrow false
how then is Mind rooted in Reality, which we agree
undergoes no change.
If spirit too can vacillate from exaltation to low depression
what is then steady most in our universe?
If all of the elements in our periodic table are in constant flux
losing and gaining electrons
and existing one minute but not the next
what then is the nature of any Unchanging Reality?
Clearly then all is in flux and who I am today may not be
who I will be tomorrow.
Good news this and bad news too, because how can I predict
the who I will be and if I will like Who Now better than Who Tomorrow?
Some question then if all things change, then what then is doing the changing; they point to Consciousness. If things change who is tracking steady-state all that changes and recording it? The self? Is Self and Consciousness that steady state beneath all things changing? Or do they too change from time to time?
Puzzling this.
So when one is told 'Get in touch with Reality' what the hell could that possibly mean-yours, mine today, mine tomorrow, yours now, or yours which will will surely change tomorrow too?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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