An Open Book
Read my life like an open book
These stanzas paint a picture
If you were given a single look
Would you find truth in these scriptures?
I see graves full fast
While the economy dives
Were run by our cash
What a sunrise
I'm sick of this place
I won't believe lies!
I don't know what to do
The problem is I think too much and
There's always a second guess
What's the problem?
Something to prove?
I digg myself deeper
I crave her touch
But she knows I'm not the best
Now I don't know what to do
Cuz now I see I drink too much
What a mess I've made
I'll need a sponge
poem by ryan Cravatta
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The Only Person Who
The problem with an open book, is it can't know
How it feels, what it says, who it is.... only show
The problem with an open book is its fraught with confusion yet no answer
With danger yet no protection
How can i run from her?
When she's written all over me like an inscription
Open books don't have a say
Open books won't last more than a day
If left open, they cannot defend or close
Can't run away, no toes
Even if it's all an illusion
This delusion
This me, I'm the open book because I'm the the only
One who can't read me
The only one who doesn't know how I feel
So please tell me because I get hurt, but no one heals
I feel this way or that
But to me I don't know what is fact
What is dreamed and what is real
The only person who doesn't know me is me
Someone close it or kill it so then no one can see
poem by David Knox
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Houston
It's been three days, two hours
And a minute
Since she blasted off
Breaking every speed limit
As fast and far away from me
As she could get
Well, she said,
You'll straighten up one way or another
The Don't Mess With Texas bumper
Sticker on the bumper
Said it all as she drove off into the red sunset
She was right and I've learned my lesson
Here on out, I'm a man on a mission
Houston, we have a problem
If you can put a man on the moon
I'm sure there's something you can do
To help a love a little off course
Well, I'm losin' her,
Heaven knows I can't do that
I need her back
So come in Houston, we have a problem
She left with a suitcase full of resentment
She told me that I was afraid
Of commitment
She said don't call me baby, I'll call you
Well it's been days and I ain't
Heard nothing
Somebody's just got to do something
Houston, we have a problem
If you can put a man on the moon
I'm sure there's something you can do
To help a love a little off course
Well, I'm losin' her,
Heaven knows I can't do that
I need her back
So come in Houston, we have a problem
If I could do anything I would give everything
To make her come home
I only need a chance to say if
I could find a way
To let her know, come in
Houston, we have a problem
If you can put a man on the moon
I'm sure there's something you can do
To help a love a little off course
I'm losin' her, heaven knows I can't do that
I need her back
So come in Houston, we have a problem
We have a problem
song performed by by Phil Vassar
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Problems
Too many problems, oh why am I here?
I need to be me, cause youre all to clear
And I can see theres something wrong with you
Oh, what do you expect me to do?
At least I gotta know what I wanna be
Dont come to me if you need pity
Are you lonely, you got no-one
You got your body in suspension
Thats a problem, problem, problem
The problem is you
Eat your heart out on a plastic tray
You dont do what you want and you fade away
You work for me, youre working nine-to-five
Its too much fun of being alive
Im using my feet for my human machine
You work for me, living for the screen
Are you lonely, all needs catered
You got your brains dehydrated
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
Oh what what you gonna do, problem, problem
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
Well, what you gonna do with your problem
The problem is you, problem
I aint death trip, but I aint automatic
You work for me, just stay ecstatic
Dont you give me any orders
To people like me, there is no order
Bet you thought you had it all worked out
Bet you thought you knew what I was about
Bet you thought youd solved all your problems
But you are the problem
Problem, problem, problem, the problem is you
Oh, what you gonna do with your problem?
Ill leave it up to you, oh problem
The problem is you, you got a problem
Oh what you gonna do?
They know a doctor, gonna take you away
Thay take you away and they throw away the key
They dont want you and they dont want me
You got a problem the problem is you
Problem, well, what you gonna do?
Problem, have you got a problem?
Problem, well you got a problem
Problem (x17)
song performed by by Megadeth
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You Don't Have To Paint Me A Picture
The kiss was colder than I remember
When we first said hello
I guess the flame's now a little lower
I can feel you letting go
You know the pain drops a little darker
Then when you first put it on
I guess your love's like some old cheap and magic marker
Said forever nice go
But you don't have to paint me a picture
You don't have to say things at all
You don't have to paint me a picture
I can see in the writing on the wall
When we first fell, we fell a long way
Summer nights and winter days
Mountain sunrise, ocean sunset
Hand in hand in the haze
Now it's cold heart summer evenings
And there's clouds on my sunrise
But you don't have to smile and say you're happy
I can see what's in your eyes
You don't have to paint me a picture
You don't have to say things at all
You don't have to paint me a picture
I can see in the writing on the wall
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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An Open Heaven
The bell of the horses,
The noise of the lambs,
You are part of the problem;
And i am just a passing glance.
An open heaven,
To the land of plenty;
You are part of the solution and,
I am just a pasing glance.
An open love,
A message to the head of the house;
Live by every word like the fruits of your body.
Curse will be your basket and to the produce of your ground,
For you are part of the problem on this love;
And in seven directions you will always look for trouble.
Why am i here?
Leaving from place to place with thesame problem;
For i need an open heaven than the smokers around me.
Your love is hidden under the disguise of a religion,
But the Book of the Law is what you need;
And from Genesis to Malakyah,
I am what i am on this side of the lake.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Going ahead
What is the problem
And there is no problem.
You want to do
And the work done
You want to go
And you gone.
The problem is
There is no problem
The problem you created
Is not a problem.
It is your duty
To think yourself
What to do
And there is nothing
To do.
Who are you to do
And the problem is
You are going
A head to do.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Big Problem....
There is this BIG PROBLEM
WE decided not to talk about it
We think that that problem must solve itself
Auto-resolution
So day and night the problem stays there
Like a drunkard in the room
Vomiting
To every nook of the house
The house
That smells like fucking
Shit
But that problem is never considered a problem
There is a room for it to stay
And it can stay
It cannot consume us
It has no mouth and so it has no teeth
It has no tongue it cannot say a word
It stays there like a piece of art
And we begin to appreciate it
Like a piece of rock
Unchanged in the middle of the living room
We eat lunch there
They prepare nice dinners
We drink red wine
We munch chocolates
And sweet berries
The problem stays but it cannot nag us
Because we can pretend
That it is a brother
That we cannot junk but only love
And keep as part of the
Company
There is still this problem
And it did not solve itself
We live by this problem and this problem lives with us
Symbiosis
And so now
What is the problem? Is this a problem after all these years?
It is not anymore
We have learned that it is not a problem anymore
We die soon
And it shall perhaps disappear
Shall it weep over our departure?
That is its problem.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Because these kids get away from their parents, and they binge drink until they are sick. Dozens of them are going to the hospital, and some of them dying. This is a problem, a big problem that needs to be addressed, and we need accurate information.
You Don't Make A Choice
You don't make a choice,
The choice will make you.
Give you a character or brake you into two.
If you face your challenges calmly with an open mind
Knowing that you attracted that kind,
Then you are the only one who can solve it,
When you must, you'll find the answer, you'll have the wit.
If you look for others to fix it for you,
You get into a deeper problem, no matter after what you do.
So, solve your own problem little or big, face life bravely,
Sooner or later you find the way to live easily and happily.
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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You've Got A Problem
So what's the problem this time?
I thought you'd learn by now that nothing ever works out right
You want to take away the edge
You tell me it's the only thing that helps you forget
You've made your promises
That's not enough this time
There's only so much you can squander from a feeble mind
You've got a problem with your life
You've got a problem with your mind
Don't try to tell me that you think it's going to work out fine
So go ahead and try to hide
The world around you watches on as you destroy you life
Do what your problem says
There's not a lot of time
There's only so much you can squander from a feeble mind
You've got a problem with your life
song performed by by Face To Face
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Open Book's Monologue Part 3: My Lie
Maybe a lie was told
Believed by all of you now old
If you read the open book
You'd see
The words 'I care nothing about how someone might look'
When searching for love for that girl that I want with me
Remember that and pay attention when the open book says looks are not
An issue
But realizing the lie, this book will need a strong tissue
For, the book will cry
And need support, no spine
Because if I care nothing about looks
Why do I want (maybe crave) to hold her or share a kiss?
How can this
Be true? Why does that matter? It should not!
I should be content with talking....feelings....not if she is hot
I tell myself if she is hot, such things matter to me not
But if that's true why do I want to hug or touch?
Why do I want the physical contact and such
How can I reconcile my claim, when once before
I loved a girl only for how she looked and that made her perfect
Without defect
How can I trust myself after that am I not something to abhor?
What can you do when a book you read does lie
That is the case with this open book, crafty and sly
I can't trust myself, but who else knows how I feel, who knows
Where my heart goes
And to where does it belong?
O how I long for the completion of love and affection
But how can I have that, when I can't handle it, I'm not mature
Plagued by imperfection
The flaw of my nature
What do I love? And what do I love about you?
But also if what I say even to myself can be a lie then just who
Just..... just who am I? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! ?
poem by David Knox
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The Chornicles of a Dark Heart Part 16 The open book's monologue
Red what is it to you black the color of death? maybe maybe not? anyone here play video games? FOR CHAOS? ring any bells help spread the taint more quickly? what might an open book write
what would a open book draw
what would an open book think
open books are predictable
so predict what the picture means
why is black black? why is red O infused? what is the meaning only you know maybe only me...
(added years later)
Maybe I'm the book, and maybe you're the reader
but who is you? is it not everyone
since I'm open, for all to point at laugh at, out of malice or for fun
because they know my thoughts, they know i love her? !
what did i do?
i never said i love you! ! !
how can they know?
how did i reap what i did now sow? !
The worst part
about being an open book,
is an open book can't close itself, can't have a heart
anyone can know all from just one look
there seems to be something wrong with being too open and honest
but it's too late a book can't close itself
can't move by its own accord to a shelf
an open book can never rest
so now I'm the book, so since im there just read
just read.... and watch my heart, my purpose, my soul, my life, me
watch.... watch them bleed
poem by David Knox
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Love
I love Thee in the sky,
After long, hot summer days,
Like to run through the fields,
When they've finished makin' hay.
I love meeting people,
I've never met before.
And I like it when my friends,
Come knocking at my door, yeah.
Ooh, I love the sky at night,
Just to sit and count the stars.
I like to mess around,
With bicycles and cars.
I love to see the moon,
When it's up and full.
And I like it when a fish,
Gives my line a pull.
So, it's easy to see,
Just how good You been to me.
Oh, you made life's mystery,
An open book for all to see.
I love stone ground bread,
And I like it when I get my breakfast in bed.
I love little old ladies,
Who make funny faces at brand new babies.
So, it's easy to see,
Just how good You been to me.
Oh, you made life's mystery,
An open book for all to see.
I love St. Judy's comet,
I love to break bread,
I get a blessing from it.
And I love to see a Bible,
That's been well used.
'Cause when a Bible's well used,
The devil's not amused.
So, it's easy to see,
Just how good You been to me.
Oh, you made life's mystery,
An open book for all to see.
So, it's easy to see,
Just how good You been to me.
Oh, you made life's mystery,
An open book for all to see.
Yeah, yeah,
Anyone can read the book.
Oh, the feel of a long, hot summer day.
I love, I love,
Little old ladies, who make funny faces at brand new babies.
You made life's mystery and open book for all to see.
I love breaking bread.
I love to see a Bible when it's been well read,
When it's well used, you know the devil's not amused.
I love, I love, I love, I love, yeah,
I love, I love, I love, I love.
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Come On
I guess we know each other now for seven years
Why has it always to end up with tears
A little problem and soon discussions start
We bang our heads and we always forget our hearts
Somehow, somewhere
I guess I had this all before
Somehow, somewhere
I guess I had this all before
Come on, come on lets go home
Give the sinking ship a drink
I think its better if we go
Somehow my thoughts are running slow
Will feel sorry when I awake
So you better give me a break
Take your brown eyes and putem in a glass
Put some icecubes in and watch the rotting mess
Look in my blue ones and you know I never lie
Give me a drink and I say to you lets have another try
Somehow, somewhere...
You better give me a break
You better give me
You better give me a break...
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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I Secure My Future!
I provide you with mentorship, because i want you to be successful...
I am going to teach you how to prove a point, compose a poem or drawing.
I believe this will make you a better person in future.
I am on my way to victory, hence i am unstoppable.
I have been a mentor from when i was young.
...Hey yo..boy i am in a hurry, but i think you have a problem...
Don't be scared calm down & try to explain your problem,
remember though your problem is my problem...
I suggest you get away from your friends, because they give you bad influence.
I have been there & done that & i regret...
I believe you deserve something better, so i give you a chance!
poem by kfm Productions
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In all three cases, and for most human beings, the problem of suffering poses no difficult problem at all: one has a world picture in which suffering has its place, a world picture that takes suffering into account.
quote by Walter Kaufmann
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My Problem Is You
To love and get away before the walls have arisen
Youve got to be free
But to go on attempting to break into the prison
Youd have to be me
I wait for the sun to rise over the mountain
I wait for your touch
I wait for your angels to carry me home
But I wait too much
Waiting for you
I have no problem telling right from wrong
Fiction from whats true
No problem telling the dream from the dawn
My problem is you
Waiting here for you
I wanted to live in the realm of the senses
Youve got to know how
And for some kinds of pleasure there are no defenses
I know that now
Our love is a crackling ladder of lightning
Our love is a fire
Our love is a wave moving deep in an ocean
Of need and desire
Waiting for you
I have no problem with this crooked world
I play the cards I drew
No problem with the changes life has hurled
My problem is you
Waiting here for you
I need your wonder and I need your light
I need your tender touch to heal the night
I need you laughing and I need you free
And I need to lock you away deep inside of me
Waiting for you
I have no problem telling right from wrong
The way some people do
I know exactly where these arms belong
My problem is you
Waiting here for you
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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The problem with the bronco is to get on and stay on. This is the problem with the Golden Rule-to understand and apply.
quote by James Cash Penney
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To Silence A Loquacious Woman
he is right
give her a book
so she may read
and be silent
for a while.
the problem is
she asks for another
book again
and to irritate you
using her wisdom
for revenge
she leaves the kitchen
and the marital bedroom
and read the book
somewhere in
a beach resort
sunbathing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fit To Be Tied
What a problem, you know he's fit to be tied
He tried to solve it, that was his only crime
Well, I ain't got no inhibitions
And my daddy gets left, alright
The time for him to make the decision
If this is still the place, I'm gonna spend the night
He says, "get out, your no son of mine"
What a problem, you know he's fit to be tied
You don't understand, he thinks he's always right
He says, your lust is the toy of confliction
And you think you got fun all the time
In school, you ain't got no direction
He thinks I'm just a kid that ain't got no mind
I say, "no way are you gonna run my life"
What a problem, you know he's fit to be tied
On my way, he pushed me over the line
What a problem, I'm only one of a kind
He says, "get out, your no son of mine"
I say, "no way are you gonna run my life"
Packed my bags, won't even say good-bye
I'll show you a thing or two, you know I've got my pride
What a problem, you know he's fit to be tied
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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