The Juggler's Song
When the drums begin to beat
Down the street,
When the poles are fetched and guyed,
When the tight-rope's stretched and tied,
When the dance-girls make salaam,
When the snake-bag wakes alarm,
When the pipes set up their drone,
When the sharp-edged knives are thrown
When the red-hot coals are shown,
To be swallowed by-and-by--
Arre, Brethren, here come I!
Stripped to loin-cloth in the sun,
Search me well and watch me close!
Tell me how my tricks are done--
Tell me how the mango grows!
Give a man who is not made
To his trade
Swords to fling and catch again,
Coins to ring and snatch again,
Men to harm and cure again,
Snakes to charm and lure again--
He'll be hurt by his own blade,
By his serpents disobeyed,
By his clumsiness bewrayed,
By the people laughed to scorn--
So 'tis not with juggler born!
Pinch of dust or withered flower,
Chance-flung nut or borrowed staff,
Serve his need and shore his power,
Bind the spell or loose the laugh!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Dirty Harry
I need a gun to keep myself from harm
The poor people are burning in the sun
But they ain't got a chance
They ain't got a chance
I need a gun
Cos all I do is dance
Cos all I do is dance
I need a gun to keep myself from harm
The poor people are burning in the sun
No, they ain't got a chance
They ain't got a chance
I need a gun
Cos all I do is dance
Cos all I do is dance
In my backpack
I got my act right
In case you act quite difficult
And yo is so weakin'
With anger and discontent
Some are seeking and searching like me, moi
I'm a peace-loving decoy
Ready for retaliation
I change the whole occasion to a pine box six-under
Impulsive don't ask wild wonder
Orders given to me is:
strike and I'm thunder with lightning fast reflexes on constant alert
from the constant hurt that seems limitless with no dropping pressure
Seems like everybody's out to test ya
'til they see your brake
They can't conceal the hate
That consumes you
I'm the reason why you flipped your soosa
Chill with your old lady at the tilt
I got a 90 days digit
And I'm filled with guilt
From things that I've seen
Your water's from a bottle
mine's from a canteen
At night I hear the shots
Ring so I'm a light sleeper
The cost of life,
it seems to get cheaper
out in the desert
with my street sweeper
The war is over
So said the speaker with the flight suit on
Maybe to him I'm just a pawn
So he can advance
Remember when I used to dance
Man, all I want to do is dance
(Dance!)
(Dance!)
(Dance!)
I need a gun to keep myself from harm
song performed by by Gorillaz
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Borrowed
borrowed shirts, borrowed shoes,
borrowed books, borrowed thoughts,
borrowed bed, borrowed lover,
borrowed dreams, borrowed salt.
borrowed children, borrowed mothers,
borrowed study, borrowed lives.
borrowed God, borrowed heaven,
borrowed killers with borrowed knives.
borrowed flags, borrowed lies,
borrowed virtue, borrowed freedom.
borrowed bombs, borrowed bullets,
borrowed puppets, borrowed kingdoms.
borrowed soup bowls, borrowed numbers,
borrowed tents, borrowed bridge.
borrowed hope, borrowed survival,
borrowed till it's sacrilige!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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If I Were Magic
If I were magic, do you know what I would do
I would change the world and make it new
I would place it into my bag of tricks
And everything that's broken I would fix
I'd whisk it way off into outer space
Then bring it back with a brand new face
I would remake every face and change every head
Then make them become someone else instead
I would go inside every broken heart
Then give it hope and fresh new start
For all the hungry people, I would help to feed
I would give poor people all that they would need
My magic bag of tricks would take all sickness away
Everyone would live to see a better day
There would be happy with the joy that human life can bring
Abuse of little children would come to an end
There would be peace and harmony among all men
My best trick of all would be to eradicate all the dope
To give our youth a dream and restore lost hope
I'd wave my magic wand and gangs would never fight
I'd take away all the weapons and fling them out of sight
I would educate the children completely without cost
My act of generosity would maybe save a kid who's lost
Now that I've got you all into my little bag of tricks
I've tied you up together and given you a chance to mix
Being close together made you think and touch and feel
I hope you realize this is no trick, these situations are for real
My closing act of magic is to let you all go free
Living together in peace is as easy as can be
If you liked my bag of magic, then wait for my hat
For those of you who didn't you wouldn't want that
There is something special here that I'm trying to do
I would like to see the magic called love from all of you too
poem by S. Elaine Jackson
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The Pirate Life
We may have to fight
With concealed guns
And razor-sharp knives
To make it from the east side
To our lost friends on the west side.
We have seen the blood-spattered pavement
Mournfully cradle the dead,
Eyes begin to slowly shut
Softly flashing last prayers
And farewell glances.
The pirate life in the gang-sectioned-off city,
Luna, with your tight jeans and sweet smile,
We made peace with the Hispanic kids,
They’ll let us slide for the next mile
Until we at least catch up with Joey the Freak.
Hold on tight the journey has just begun
And I can feel the breath of considerable threats,
But you’re like a good-luck charm, sweetheart,
So I’m placing my bets,
We’ll find Joey and then make it home for another night.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Amelia
I was driving across the burning desert
When I spotted six jet planes
Leaving six white vapor trails across the bleak terrain
It was the hexagram of the heavens
It was the strings of my guitar
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
The drone of flying engines
Is a song so wild and blue
It scrambles time and seasons if it gets thru to you
Then your life becomes a travelogue
Of picture-post-card-charms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
People will tell you where theyve gone
Theyll tell you where to go
But till you get there yourself you never really know
Where some have found their paradise
Others just come to harm
Oh amelia, it was just a false alarm
I wish that he was here tonight
Its so hard to obey
His sad request of me to kindly stay away
So this is how I hide the hurt
As the road leads cursed and charmed
I tell amelia, it was just a false alarm
A ghost of aviation
She was swallowed by the sky
Or by the sea, like me she had a dream to fly
Like icarus ascending
On beautiful foolish arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
Maybe Ive never really loved
I guess that is the truth
Ive spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude
And looking down on everything
I crashed into his arms
Amelia, it was just a false alarm
I pulled into the cactus tree motel
To shower off the dust
And I slept on the strange pillows of my wanderlust
I dreamed of 747s
Over geometric farms
Dreams, amelia, dreams and false alarms
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Street Life
Words and Music by Neil Diamond
Hey, let me show you the street life.
Hey, let me show you the finks, the punks, the judge, the junkie.
Stay close to me for a while, for a while, for a while.
Say boy, you got to get street wise.
Hey, little boy, you're a babe in arms, stay out of harm's way
right here with me for a while, for a while, for a while.
Street life, hell in the city.
You got to really watch out for that street life.
Say, it ain't pretty, you got to know your way around
or somehow you might get hurt, get hurt, get hurt.
Say, let me show you the night life.
Say, let me show you the queens, the dudes,
the class, the crudes, the folks that inhabit the night.
Let me set it right.
I'm gonna give you my warning,
I'm gonna tell you the street's alive the sound of jive,
you've just arrived.
Try it for size for a while, for a while.
Street life, hell in the city.
You got to really watch out for that street life.
Say, it ain't pretty, you got to know your way around
or somehow you might get hurt, get hurt, get hurt
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Tied Up (7' Version)
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Gulemo Dilemma
Gulemo Dilemma
Tie me up, the city heat
Bring the bell, go down the street
Tie me up to the Babaumba Beat
Try to beat, try to fight
Take me back into the ring tonight
Shake it up, beat down the beat
Shake it up to the Babaumba Heat
It's the African Queen, we got the summer night grand
It's the African Queen, the hottest lady in town
It's the African Queen, who keeps me on my feet
It's the African Queen, the Babaumba Beat
All you need is love
Take my heart
And hold me tight forever, forever
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Ring the bell
Roll down the street
Tie me up into the city heat
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Gulemo Dilemma
Gulemo Dilemma
Got awaaaaaaaaaay
Got awaaaaaaaaaay
Got awaaaaaaaaaay (de-le-maaaaaa)
(bal-du-ah)
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Got awaaaaaaaaaay eko-ahll-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ring the bell, roll down the street
Tie me up into the city heat
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Take it up, beat on the beat
Shake it up, the Babaumba Beat
Keep your cool, keep cool your mind
Shift the beat, you're one of a kind
Kick the gong, beef up the beat
Back to hell into the city heat
Hit the bell, roll down the street
Tie me up to the Babaumba Beat
Take the beat, take the fight
Take me back into the ring tonight
It's the African Queen, we got the summer night grand
It's the African Queen, the hottest lady in town
It's the African Queen, who keeps me on my feet
It's the African Queen, the Babaumba Beat
Gulemo Dilemma
It's the African Queen, we got the summer night grand
It's the African Queen, the hottest lady in town
It's the African Queen, who keeps me on my feet
It's the African Queen, the Babaumba Beat
All you need is love
Take my heart and hold me tight forever, forever
song performed by by Yello
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Tied Up (7' Version)
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Gulemo Dilemma
Gulemo Dilemma
Tie me up, the city heat
Bring the bell, go down the street
Tie me up to the Babaumba Beat
Try to beat, try to fight
Take me back into the ring tonight
Shake it up, beat down the beat
Shake it up to the Babaumba Heat
It's the African Queen, we got the summer night grand
It's the African Queen, the hottest lady in town
It's the African Queen, who keeps me on my feet
It's the African Queen, the Babaumba Beat
All you need is love
Take my heart
And hold me tight forever, forever
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Ring the bell
Roll down the street
Tie me up into the city heat
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Tied Up, Tied Up
Gulemo Dilemma
Gulemo Dilemma
Got awaaaaaaaaaay
Got awaaaaaaaaaay
Got awaaaaaaaaaay (de-le-maaaaaa)
(bal-du-ah)
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Got awaaaaaaaaaay eko-ahll-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ring the bell, roll down the street
Tie me up into the city heat
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Take it up, beat on the beat
Shake it up, the Babaumba Beat
Keep your cool, keep cool your mind
Shift the beat, you're one of a kind
Kick the gong, beef up the beat
Back to hell into the city heat
Hit the bell, roll down the street
Tie me up to the Babaumba Beat
Take the beat, take the fight
Take me back into the ring tonight
It's the African Queen, we got the summer night grand
It's the African Queen, the hottest lady in town
It's the African Queen, who keeps me on my feet
It's the African Queen, the Babaumba Beat
Gulemo Dilemma
It's the African Queen, we got the summer night grand
It's the African Queen, the hottest lady in town
It's the African Queen, who keeps me on my feet
It's the African Queen, the Babaumba Beat
All you need is love
Take my heart and hold me tight forever, forever
song performed by by Yello
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Dance To The Beat
Dance to the beat of the world
Dance to the beat of the music
Dance to the beat of the floor
Dance to the beat of the drums
Dance to the beat of the rhythm
Dance to the beat of the wall
Dance to the beat of the clock
Dance to the beat of the guitar
Dance to the beat of the table
Dance to the beat of the computer
Dance to the beat of my voice
poem by Daniel Vango
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Youth and Art
1 It once might have been, once only:
2 We lodged in a street together,
3 You, a sparrow on the housetop lonely,
4 I, a lone she-bird of his feather.
5 Your trade was with sticks and clay,
6 You thumbed, thrust, patted and polished,
7 Then laughed 'They will see some day
8 Smith made, and Gibson demolished.'
9 My business was song, song, song;
10 I chirped, cheeped, trilled and twittered,
11 'Kate Brown's on the boards ere long,
12 And Grisi's existence embittered!'
13 I earned no more by a warble
14 Than you by a sketch in plaster;
15 You wanted a piece of marble,
16 I needed a music-master.
17 We studied hard in our styles,
18 Chipped each at a crust like Hindoos,
19 For air looked out on the tiles,
20 For fun watched each other's windows.
21 You lounged, like a boy of the South,
22 Cap and blouse--nay, a bit of beard too;
23 Or you got it, rubbing your mouth
24 With fingers the clay adhered to.
25 And I--soon managed to find
26 Weak points in the flower-fence facing,
27 Was forced to put up a blind
28 And be safe in my corset-lacing.
29 No harm! It was not my fault
30 If you never turned your eye's tail up
31 As I shook upon E in alt,
32 Or ran the chromatic scale up:
33 For spring bade the sparrows pair,
34 And the boys and girls gave guesses,
35 And stalls in our street looked rare
36 With bulrush and watercresses.
37 Why did not you pinch a flower
38 In a pellet of clay and fling it?
39 Why did not I put a power
40 Of thanks in a look, or sing it?
41 I did look, sharp as a lynx,
42 (And yet the memory rankles,)
43 When models arrived, some minx
44 Tripped up-stairs, she and her ankles.
45 But I think I gave you as good!
46 'That foreign fellow,--who can know
47 How she pays, in a playful mood,
48 For his tuning her that piano?'
49 Could you say so, and never say
50 'Suppose we join hands and fortunes,
51 And I fetch her from over the way,
52 Her, piano, and long tunes and short tunes?'
53 No, no: you would not be rash,
54 Nor I rasher and something over:
55 You've to settle yet Gibson's hash,
56 And Grisi yet lives in clover.
57 But you meet the Prince at the Board,
58 I'm queen myself at bals-paré,
59 I've married a rich old lord,
60 And you're dubbed knight and an R.A.
61 Each life unfulfilled, you see;
62 It hangs still, patchy and scrappy:
63 We have not sighed deep, laughed free,
64 Starved, feasted, despaired,--been happy.
65 And nobody calls you a dunce,
66 And people suppose me clever:
67 This could but have happened once,
68 And we missed it, lost it for ever.
poem by Robert Browning
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter IX: Charm and Spell
There is a lie to get power to rule
There is a lie to get money and glory
Cast a spell, destroy enemies
Work is a better word to be done
The price is paid when you already fall
There is a lie to make some one loves you
There is a lie to make shower of sympathy
Wind a charm, catch their heart
A lie glued in the bottom line
You know inside you are the fool one
There is a lie to give a pretty you
There is a lie to give a lucky you
Cast a spell, wind a charm
I the end you are the one to choose
How the lie could become the truth
or something you never mean to be true
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Let's Groove On
Our DJ gonna make your sweat
Five four three two one
Now its time to have fun
Get out there and do your thing
Boys and girls and let me se you swing
Party people are you ready to dance
Bobo gonna give you the chance
Westside you know we did it
(one, two, three, four, hey !)
Oh oh oh oh oh
Come on everybody let me hear you say
Oh oh oh oh oh
Let's groove on cause its time to move on
Oh oh oh oh oh
Come on everybody let me hear you say
Oh oh oh oh oh
Let's groove on cause its time to move on
The B the O the B the O
So come on lets start the show
Everybody over there get up and jam
And g g g get up and jam
DJ's jamming in the street
MC's rocking to the beat
Rap and house a perfect combination
Dance all over the nation
Break it down
Five four three two one
Now its time to have fun
Get out there and do your thing
Boys and girls and let me se you swing
Party people are you ready to dance
Bobo gonna give you the chance
Westside you know we did it
(one, two, three, four, hey !)
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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Tied Up
...tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up...
Gulemo dilemma
Gulemo dilemma
Tie me up, the city heat
Bring the bell, go down the street
Tie me up to the babaumba beat
Try to beat, try to fight
Take me back into the ring tonight
Shake it up, beat down the beat
Shake it up to the babaumba heat
Its the african queen, we got the summer night grand
Its the african queen, the hottest lady in town
Its the african queen, who keeps me on my feet
Its the african queen, the babaumba beat
All you need is love
Take my heart
And hold me tight forever, forever
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Ring the bell
Roll down the street
Tie me up into the city heat
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Gulemo dilemma
Gulemo dilemma
Got awaaaaaaaaaay
Got awaaaaaaaaaay
Got awaaaaaaaaaay (de-le-maaaaaa)
(bal-du-ah)
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Got awaaaaaaaaaay eko-ahll-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ring the bell, roll down the street
Tie me up into the city heat
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Take it up, beat on the beat
Shake it up, the babaumba beat
Keep your cool, keep cool your mind
Shift the beat, youre one of a kind
Kick the gong, beef up the beat
Back to hell into the city heat
Hit the bell, roll down the street
Tie me up to the babaumba beat
Take the beat, take the fight
Take me back into the ring tonight
Its the african queen, we got the summer night grand
Its the african queen, the hottest lady in town
Its the african queen, who keeps me on my feet
Its the african queen, the babaumba beat
Gulemo dilemma
Its the african queen, we got the summer night grand
Its the african queen, the hottest lady in town
Its the african queen, who keeps me on my feet
Its the african queen, the babaumba beat
All you need is love
Take my heart and hold me tight forever, forever
song performed by by Yello
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Tied Up
...tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up...
Gulemo dilemma
Gulemo dilemma
Tie me up, the city heat
Bring the bell, go down the street
Tie me up to the babaumba beat
Try to beat, try to fight
Take me back into the ring tonight
Shake it up, beat down the beat
Shake it up to the babaumba heat
Its the african queen, we got the summer night grand
Its the african queen, the hottest lady in town
Its the african queen, who keeps me on my feet
Its the african queen, the babaumba beat
All you need is love
Take my heart
And hold me tight forever, forever
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Bombo-yo, ko ko ko bombo ya
Ring the bell
Roll down the street
Tie me up into the city heat
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Tied up, tied up
Gulemo dilemma
Gulemo dilemma
Got awaaaaaaaaaay
Got awaaaaaaaaaay
Got awaaaaaaaaaay (de-le-maaaaaa)
(bal-du-ah)
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Got awaaaaaaaaaay eko-ahll-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
Ring the bell, roll down the street
Tie me up into the city heat
Take me guys, keep up the beat
Bring the bell into the city heat
Take it up, beat on the beat
Shake it up, the babaumba beat
Keep your cool, keep cool your mind
Shift the beat, youre one of a kind
Kick the gong, beef up the beat
Back to hell into the city heat
Hit the bell, roll down the street
Tie me up to the babaumba beat
Take the beat, take the fight
Take me back into the ring tonight
Its the african queen, we got the summer night grand
Its the african queen, the hottest lady in town
Its the african queen, who keeps me on my feet
Its the african queen, the babaumba beat
Gulemo dilemma
Its the african queen, we got the summer night grand
Its the african queen, the hottest lady in town
Its the african queen, who keeps me on my feet
Its the african queen, the babaumba beat
All you need is love
Take my heart and hold me tight forever, forever
song performed by by Yello
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Instruments Of War
The baton is raised.
Silent savagery, lurks in the green.
Silent feet, step softly,
waiting for fear to explode.
No sound make...let no twig break...
breathe softly, begging breath,
beat quietly, pounding heart.
Like drums, stretched too tight,
under the shadow of fisted war sticks.
Like steel strings, stretched too tight,
under poised sharp fingers.
The instruments lie waiting.
The baton falls!
A thunderous collage of,
flashes and screams,
fire and flesh,
metal and bone,
ripping,
stripping,
life dripping,
red tears.
The conductors baton stills,
and as the green grows silent,
he smiles.
Instruments, lie broken,
the green smolders,
and tomorrow,
remembers no more.
(1990)
poem by George Vuyakovich
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Illusion and ignorance
To mistake a rope for a snake
Or to mistake a snake for a rope
Is illusion in perception.
To take a rope for rope and
A snake for snake is knowledge.
To take a rope not for a rope
And a snake not for a snake
Is ignorance. We employ
All the three at variant times
At different degrees in life.
29.042010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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All things beautiful
I love girls,
They give my heart swirls,
They make feel up,
When they say hey was sup,
I ? girls cause they're beautiful,
I love girls because they're cute,
I would love girls without the looks,
I don't care if they're deaf or mute,
Because love has no ears or sight,
Love sneaks up on you like a thief in the night,
So don't judge a book by its cover,
You do not know it but they could be your lover,
You do not see a flower,
And wish to see it loose it's power,
So don't treat girls as toys,
Because these girls try so hard for the boys,
So give a wink, give a smile,
Provide some time, is always worth while,
To see a face light up like dawn,
Out of pain and being scorn,
It is so much better,
To receive a love letter,
Than to see someone's eyes,
Burn with your demise,
So treat your girls nice,
Or feel the burn of ice,
You think your so tough,
But girls can play rough,
They truly are amazing creatures,
With lovely spirits and great features,
So is not better to see true beauty's eyes,
Than watch a girl tear up and disguise.
I wish I could be someones dream man,
But that will have to wait,
God has called me for a higher purpose,
To protect me from a saddened state,
So all the girls big and round,
Don't beat yourself up, get off the ground,
True beauty lies within the soul,
Stand true stand tall,
You are beautiful just by being you,
They're aren't many girls who actually have a clue,
That looks and great hair,
Fade and get bare,
Stand up for your beliefs,
And get healed with Gods relief,
He loves you as a child,
Even when you go wild,
- to all the girls confused or in doubt,
Don't give me those look, stop that big pout,
Your beautiful to me,
Your beautiful can't you see? !
poem by Jordan Moore
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Under The Mango Tree
i like the idea
of doing many things under the mango tree
like
watching time go by like it is a stranger
and i
am a stranger too watching time pass by
like i am so interested
with what time
can do to me
making me old
making the mango tree bloom and flower and have fruits
and they are so many
that the mango tree bends
to the ground
and time stays for a while and ripens the fruits
and make all of them
in time
fall one by one to the ground
like some kind
of withered flowers
luscious, sweet, fruits of the mango tree
falling
by the slightest passing of the wind
and then the children
come and with all joy
pick them one by one
putting what they can
under
their shirts and still rushing
to keep
and take some more
under the mango tree
all the people
are so much alike
the rushing, the taking, the joy
of always having more
and it will never stop
as i watch time slowly go by
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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These 3 Sins
These 3 sins have finally found me:
Lust, Ambition and Greed
Creepin' in the back door, they came without warning,
they burned whatever they could steal
they burned whatever they could steal
So please could you go back where you came from again?
We don't want to harm ya,
We don't want to harm ya,
We are not your armor,
We're your friends.
These 3 sins have fell from their horses,
and taken me and you for a ride.
Deliver us from evil, let the devil disown me.
The serpents and the snakes will decide.
The serpents and the snakes will decide.
So please could you go back where you came from again?
We don't want to harm ya,
We don't want to harm ya,
We are not your armor,
We're your friends.
song performed by by Gomez
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Swords & Knives
A waking world of innocence
So grave those first born cries
When life begins with needles and pins
It ends with swords and knives
Oh dangerman, oh dangerman
Your blade fits like a glove
When forged in steel
Time cannot heal
That blood red bond of love
In times of trouble youre an open book
With the change in the way you look
And its sad loves not enough to make things better
Turn the tables, well burn the fables
Lies beneath the visions and daydreams
Fooled by now, we mystify the past
Like a dream, like it never happened
When life begins with needles and pins
It ends with swords and knives
God save those born to die
song performed by by Tears For Fears
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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