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A midnight craft
dumps the moon
on a heap of deceits.
I ask my sap to turn back for truism.
It was a question of spacing
between the bodies
in scapegoats;
coming for slaughter.
A scale measures the depth
of defeats. The hands
were busy in mending the
walls of psychiatric ward.
Have you ever tasted a white
poison, sweet in taste?
When you grow old, you will
look like your father.
The name which was absent
in calendar, was found everywhere.
poem by Satish Verma
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Busy Bodies
So you think that you have seen her
When youre lying in between her
And you tell me that you dont care
Busy bodies getting nowhere
Evrybodys getting meaner
Busy bodies
Caught in the concertina
You check her outline
Break her regulations
You watch her legs through several
Service stations
Busy bodies
Very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Now youre ready for the merger
With the company youre part of
And you do the dirty business
With your latest sleeping partner
Youre becoming
Automatic
Busy bodies
Out playing with the traffic
You want attention
You try my patience
With the best intentions you are nothing but a nuisance
Busy bodies
Busy busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Now youve given your performance
Though the matinee was idle
And you find that a wave of her right hand
Could seem so tidal
Just a second
Satisfaction
Busy bodies
Temporarily out of action
You wash and brush up
You want to dress up
You want to kiss her
But shes busy with her makeup
Busy bodies
Very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere (x6)
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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The Craft Of Life
I tried to study it for just a while:
All of the potions, from oysters to seducing smiles.
But I've found it's already inside me:
A big round bubble of sensuality,
Dared to be burst,
But worried about getting hurt.
I know how you like to kiss.
I'll ask you what you're thinking.
Silvers in our dark hair.
The sheets are soaked by your tiny fish.
The craft of life,
The craft of life,
The craft of life,
The craft of life,
Oo-ooh...
Tears spring to mind when I go back in time.
All those lost bodies just seeking security.
Jittering strangers with smutting hands,
Heavy and clever and full of demands.
Well I'm similar to you:
We're familiar with what to do.
I know how you like to kiss.
I'll ask you what you're thinking.
Silvers in our dark hair.
The sheets are soaked by your tiny fish.
The craft of life,
The craft of life,
The craft of life,
The craft of life,
Oo-ooh...
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Till the Walls Crash Down
Till the walls crash down
Till in triumph we're found
Till our hands cleave to the sword
Till we reach our lord's reward
Till the walls crash down
Till the walls crash down
We wont give in nor will we bow
We will fight on though wounded now
Nothing is going to make us stop
Even though our hearts painfully throb
Though we may lose sight of why
We will not lie down and die
Forward Forward Forward
Here we go battle-ward
Till the walls crash down
Till in triumph we're found
Our friends may run away
But we are here to stay
Out of the fire will we shine
Stronger than any bind
Powered by someone gteater
Our ever watching father
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Some Prisons Don't Have Walls
As I walk down this busy street
I think about your leaving
How my life may never be the same
I know I should be planning ways
To enjoy this endless freedom
Losing you has put my heart in chains.
Darling, some prisons don't have walls
Your memory won't let me go at all
I found no way out since you've been gone
Some prisons don't have walls.
Every night I turn the tv on
To break the sound of silence
For a while it takes you off my mind
Just when I feel over you reality surrounds me.
There I am right back doing time.
Darling, some prisons don't have walls
Your memory won't let me go at all
I found no way out since you've been gone
Some prisons don't have walls...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Unbroken
Fallen to pieces (I am undone)
The things you said the (manipulation)
I trusted you like a fool while you made all the rules
So you searched me out
And you took me down
-TO BE UNBROKEN, WHAT WOULD THAT BE
IF WORDS THAT WERE SPOKEN HAD NOT SHATTERED ME
IF I WAS UNBROKEN, I'D NEVER KNOW
THE BEAUTY OF HOPE AND HOW FAR GRACE WILL GO
TO BE UNBROKEN, TO BE UNBROKEN-
The things you found (to use against me)
Have lost their sound (where mercy and truth meet)
I fell to the Father's feet, His words washed all over me
And all the scars you made
Watch them fade away
[refrain]
I've tasted bitter, tasted sweet
Embraced the victory and some defeat
I've tasted bitter, tasted sweet
I've found the beauty in the place they meet
[refrain]
song performed by by ZoeGirl
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Turn Away
I open my arms to hold you
You turn away you turn away
I feel it just like I told you
How can you turn away
The things that we said last saturday night
You turn away you turn away
Now you want to throw that away
How can you turn away
Bridge
It was true love it was you and me
And the sliver moon and the shining sea]
It was new but it felt to me
Just like love was suppsosed to be
Finally
And now your eyes wont meet mine
You turn away you turn away
I never want to taste that sweet wine again
How can you turn away
Bridge
And after this love Im keeping for you
You turn away you turn away
I never want to taste that sweet wine again
How can you turn away
Bridge
And after this love Im keeping for you
You turn away you turn away
Ill dry these tears that Im weeping for you
And take my turn to turn away yeah
song performed by by James Taylor
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Love Sonnet LVIII
Do not surcharge our souls with that vile blame
To which our bodies are subjected here;
Nor heap them with the horror of dull fear
Base-borrowed from a life of torpid shame.
But let them linger like a lovely flame
Above the clay to which they must cohere,
Lighting the earthly to the heavenly sphere
To meet the mystery from which they came.
As midnight drinks a message from the moon
And morning takes her orders from the sun,
So let our bodies to our souls submit
And live for ever in their still high-noon,
Where morn and midnight gather into one,
And only angels on their missions flit.
poem by Zora Bernice May Cross
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Father (sunday Prayer)
Father once again I come to you to ask yet for more blessings. Oh Lord is there no end to what I ask for. Each day new problems, new heartaches, more devistation, molestations, murders, drug use is increasing instead of decreasing.
Father God people are forgetting their purpose in life, they are lost. Father many years ago, your son asked you to forgive them for they know not what they do. Father when will they know what they're doing.
I have a difficult time Father looking at the news and reading of unnecessary killings, of a body found in close proximity, a body missing the head and very badly beaten. Father God what kind of a person does this. Satan is so busy and still finding a following. I'm
concerned at the minds that he is still able to poison.
Today Father I pray that you take total charge and stop him in his tracks, that you cause these people to take a step back and think before they act. That you cause these people who may be suffering from mental disorders, to seek help and allow the medical Doctor's to do what they are best trained for.
Father we need people that can show compassion, love and care to others and not to think of ways in which to harm them.
You my Father are so much more powerful than this evil being, please knock him out of the way and teach him a lesson.
I know you are listening Father and I know that you will take care of this evil when the time is right and only you Father know when that time is right. I will never question why you do things the way you do. I will hope that I will see positive changes in my time.
Father let me see people embracing and caring for each other instead of beating and killing each other.
You are the most high, the most intelligent, the king of all kings and I will trust in you and follow you all the days of my life. Father God I truly have faith and will continue to follow you and love you. I question you not. Father I ask this in the name of yoru precious son 'Jesus'
Written: Feb 24,2008.
poem by Melvina Germain
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Reflection
2 sevens together
Like time, indefinite
Trying to catch the glass
Before it falls
Without a frown
Can you turn up the stereo?
I wanna play you this old song about love (is it about love?)
Can I do that?
Did we remember to water the plants today?
I forgot to look up at the moon because
I was too busy, said I was too busy
I was too busy
Looking at you babe
Still it's nice to know
That, uh when bodies wear out
We can get another
What does that one thing have to do with the other one?
I don't know
I was just thinking about my mother
You know what
Turn the stereo back down
Ain't nothing worse than an old worn out love song
Tell me do you like my hair this way
Remember all the way back in the day
When we would compare who's afro was the roundest
Mirrored tiles above the bed
Fishing nets and posters all over the wall
Oh yes, sometimes
Sometimes i just wanna go sit out on the stool
And uh... play my guitar
Just watch all... all the cars go by...
song performed by by Prince
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The walls
Life, here in the surroundings of my white walls,
The walls that watch me while I pray, while I sing,
While I dance and work in my little room, while
I cry, these white walls they know my life, only
they cry with me or sing or pray or dance, they give
my life the warm feelings of hands. The colors
of my works the fabrics, the pen that move my hands,
the architect of my bones, the father, the I AM, they
all life in me. Life, life is my big question! , life is the
I AM, and the I AM is life. I gather here in my room
all of my works, the good, the bad and the worsse,
they come alive with my help. Life in these white
walls, pink I rather say, ' I love pink' My sink full
of dishes waiting to be washed, the flowers on my
table growing roots, the doors and windows always
on guard, the lamps that never cease to give me light,
the sofa so exhausted of my exhausting body, the tree
near my window poking at me, then the cry of a puppy
I hear it all the time. My shop my objects; they dream
and have their own mind, they wear the colors of life,
they dress up and move my soul,
I love how they love me back…
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Pluck the rose to colour the dreams
The springs of my life
Have been burnt
By the violet light of the moon
The blood turns blue in every thought
The breath turns fire in every sight
Every dropp of saliva becomes the poison for the heart.
The gust of wish shaking the hell gates
And the river dries up to death in the desert.
I don't know
How long the night is
I don't know the density of the dark
Neither have I known where the top is
Of my desires and the depth-less bottom lies
I don't have any measurement to fathom.
But I only know the spread
Of the crops up to the horizon
And the scent from the center
The drug of my heart and the desire …
The horse of my wish
Jumping over the fence across the sea
And the lazy sleep keeps
Rolling down from this side to that
And the dreams turn black and white.
But I am waiting for the summer to turn
To melt the snow
And the greens to come
Then I shall scale down the hill
And pluck the rose along with the pollen
To color my all dreams.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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If I Could Turn Back The Hand Of Time
How did I ever let you slip away
Never knowing I'd be singing this song some day
And now I'm sinking, sinking to rise no more
Ever since you closed the door
[1] - If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then my darlin' you'd still be mine
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then darlin' you, you'd still be mine
Funny, funny how time goes by
And blessings are missed in the wink of an eye
Why oh why oh why should one have to go on suffering
When every day I pray please come back to me
[Repeat 1]
And you had enough love for the both of us
But I, I, I did you wrong, I admit I did
But now I'm facing the rest of my life alone, whoa
[Repeat 1]
I'd never hurt you (If I could turn back)
Never do you wrong (If I could turn back)
And never leave your side (If I could turn back)
If I could turn back the hands
There'd be nothing I wouldn't do for you
(If I could turn back)
Forever honest and true to you
(If I could turn back)
If you accept me back in your heart, I love you
(If I could turn back the hands)
(If I could turn back)
That would be my will
(If I could turn back)
Darlin' I'm begging you to take me by the hands
(If I could turn back the hands)
I'm going down, yes I am
(If I could turn back)
Down on my bended knee, yeah
(If I could turn back)
And I'm gonna be right there until you return to me
(If I could turn back the hands)
(If I could turn back)
If I could just turn back that little clock on the wall
(If I could turn back)
Then I'd come to realize how much I love you
Love you love you love you
(If I could turn back the hands)
song performed by by R. Kelly
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A Recital Of The Past Still Not Forgotten
inside that room then
i was so young
my age
the strong rod
it was dark
as you turn off the lights
what we do not wish to see
we only have
to feel
the lips and hands
in harmony
i am the sun
you are the darkness that i invade
nothing defeats me
as you too conquer me
absurd
the invader and the invaded
all win
there is the language
that we still
do not speak
but which our tongues are still eager
to taste
back then when food no longer
satisfies
our own kind of hunger
when waters bathe our bodies
yet our mouth
still keep opening for more
just once, it was just once
but by all means still the best
i thought it wasn't love
i joke upon it and tries to forget
i am the sun enveloped
by the veil of time
i try to open my self and relieve myself of this
burden of dimming light
i can't
you are a memory
my scar always recites your name
you are still
my sweetest pain
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hands Of Time
If I could turn back the hands of time,
I know now that I really would,
I would then go to that special time,
The time that I could of known you.
As I have prayed, that I only could.
I would go when the roses where in bloom,
And their fragrant scent was in the air,
Never for me would the time be to soon,
As then would I compare your beauty to theirs.
Roses would be jealous, at you I would stare.
If I could turn back the sands of time,
I would do it in the wink of an eye,
I would gladly give all, only to be with you,
Then never again would we have to cry.
And from our woes, we could forever hide.
I close my eyes and I paint me a picture,
As if I could turn back the hands of time,
Together we would be, just you and me,
And then watch of time I would never rewind.
We would then be one in our own special time.
If I could turn back the movements of time,
I would gladly, but sadly that can never be,
As time marches on, through the dusk and dawn,
Till the day our souls and bodies are free.
For time doesn't stop, for any one mans plead.
I stare at the calendar upon my wall,
I memorize the watch that's rests on my wrist,
I think now how time has already passed me by,
So then to myself and time, I make a special wish.
I close my eyes, I freeze time, then I blow you a kiss.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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On Some Memories
i summon memories
of my youth
i call them by their names
one by one
sweet names
and places
i want them back again
like the way
they once tasted
to my tongues
they are not coming
i call them again
their sweet names
one by one
they are not coming
even if i
tell them
even if just in a dream in sleep in small moments
they are not comings still
definitely, they are not coming back
because i have been so cruel
poem by Antonio Liao
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Just So God Damn Sweet
Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet.
Imagine that. Going ı n the depth of the soul.
Giving up all control.
Becoming a slave to the mined.
No need to justify. Just live ı t as ı t ı s.
No need to worry about ı f you will be satisfied.
Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet, ı magine that.
Take a chance, take another glance, being pulled ı n.
Hypnotized and memorized all at the same time.
Stir the perfect blend of just go damn fine fine oh oh fine.
Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet.
Imagine that. No more good byes. Here to stay.
Here to lift the spirits so high above the sky.
Coming out of the shadows to bring the sun to your eyes.
Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet.
Imagine that. The best moment of all time.
Live ı t then rewind. Do ı t all over again.
Soon or later you'll win.
Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet.
Imagine that. I will break free. I will be me.
Its my party. Its my choice. Its my voice.
So sincere, so secure, so strong.
Right where ı belong.
Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet.
Imagine that. Today we meet.
What a treat.
First ı mpressions lead to a succession of the best lessons of life.
Hit that, taste that, just so god damn sweet.
Imagine that. Are you ready to meet the real me?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Procrastination
Poison is my blood,
Poison is my body,
Poison are my thoughts,
They hum around my mind like flies,
Poison is my food,
Hate, jealousy and pride
Are the plants of poison;
They grow in my fertile land,
As wild weeds grow unattended,
I make venomous
Everyone whom I touch.
My existence is contagious,
Why should I be afraid of poison,
Procrastinate in front of the potion,
Now I must have a drink,
For poison will cause no impairment to me.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Karate
Two people dressed in white
take steps around each other,
and around their middles
black bands are tied.
Like lightning bolts feet shoot out
are averted fast as thunder,
a fist is folded deadly
and held in a striking blow.
Shapes move like spectres in a dangerous dance,
eagles get wings with speed and course
and four eyes measures courage, measures speed,
measures soul, body and craft.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Swimming With The Dark Queen
how i wish to swim with the dark queen
how i like it that way
where i make the strokes, set aside the water with my hands
breathe,
and travel a distance,
wading throughall the liquids wrapping my body
the coldness and warmth all mixed up
the rhythm of the body sipping through
losing itself to a certain depth and coming out again triumphantly
experiencing little deaths and surging up to life again
i may pretend that i drown and i may resurrect myself with that big lie
and tell myself there is more to life than death
there is more to the struggle than simply lose myself in the depths of defeats and some uncertainties
Swim! Swim! Swim! Plunge yourself into the wates of Life
That is what my father too used to tell me once when he was alive
and so cruel and strict and unfeeling
and then i met you dark queen writing everything about swimming
how i wish to swim back to life again
and what i like most about it is that it can be done without so much talking.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Did You Love? And So Many Questions
so did you love her? yes i did
and how did you know you love her? i tasted her
and how did you know you tasted her? my tongue is my witness
and how did she taste like? oh, she was sweet
how sweet? as sweet as sorrow
how did you know? at the end i cried
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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