Unmade Future
A golden cave was afraid
Of a blue thrust.
Hands were not able to console
the mirror.
Let us step back for a
last laugh. You were talking
to yourself when the canary was
set free from the house arrest.
Ah, the paradise, after all, was
a myth. You had to beg for a violin
for democracy and stoop to pick
up a horsehair bow for playing the anthem.
You had cut your fingers in a fake war
with the moon.It was a miracle
knocking out the stars. A self-made
wound will never need the sutures.
poem by Satish Verma
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Anthem
It's a new day, but it all feels old
It's a good life, that's what I'm told
But everything, it all just feels the same
At my high school, it felt more to me like a jail cell, a penitentiary
My time spent there it only made me see
That I don't ever wanna be like you
I don't wanna do the things you do
I'm never gonna hear the words you say
and I don't ever wanna.
I don't ever wanna be.you.
don't wanna be just like you
What I'm saying is this is the anthem
throw all your hands up
you.don't wanna be you
Go to college, a university, get a real job
That's what they said to me
But I could never live the way they want
I'm gonna get by and just do my time
Out of step while they all get in line
I'm just a minor threat, so pay no mind
Do you really want to be like them,
Do you really wanna be another trend,
Do you wanna be part of that crowd
cause I don't ever wanna.
I don't ever want to be you.
don't wanna be just like you
what I'm saying is.this is the anthem
throw all your hands up.you.
don't wanna be you.
(Shake it once, that's fine, shake it twice that's okay.
shake it 3 times your playing with yourself again.)
you.
don't wanna be just like you,
what I'm saying is..this is the anthem
throw all your hands up
y'll got the feeling, sing if you're with me
you.don't wanna be just like you (just like you)
This is the anthem, throw all your hands up
y'll got the feeling, sing if your with me
Another loser anthem (whoa) 4x
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Here Comes The Moon
Everybodys talking up a storm
Act like they dont notice it
But here it is and here it comes . . .
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Impulse always quickens when its full
As it turns my head around me
Yes it does and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Gods gift I see thats moving up there into the night . . .
Though dark the mirror in the sky reflects us our light:
Looks like a little brother to the sun
Or mother to the stars at night
And here it is and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon, the moon.
Breath is always taken when its new
Enhance upon the clouds around it
Yes it is and here it comes
Here comes the moon, the moon, the moon.
song performed by by George Harrison
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Manhood
in the center of my garden
of paradise
i stand alone
naked facing a mirror pool
where i see my
own image
i raise my hands to touch
the moon
it is golden on a sheen of fingers
touching my body
i squirt
too much light
so many seeds of light
some tiny hungry grass forms
have mouths
open
drinking some dews from the leaves
of my body
this is the cycle of my
solo existence
squirts of light
when the moon fades in a universe of dark space
it is so silent
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Moon, We Look to You.
Moon, you have a shade of blue tonight –
Is it something that you saw or heard?
Only yesterday, your tone was proud and bright,
Yellow silver, full, and so assured.
Moon, despite the clarity of sky,
Metaphors of cloud that fluff with grey
Drift across your rounded face to spy;
Feeding back, there's awfully much to say.
Moon, you have a role to play up there –
We below must bear the earthly pain.
Duty bound, we shoulder sorrows fair –
You are free from our grotesque disdain.
Moon, we depend on you to shine
When the sun retires down below.
Add to that your grandest role divine:
Tidal Lord, to keep the seas in tow!
Moon, I hope you take to heart our plea –
Needless is the reason for your blue.
Beaming, you should give the night its glee:
We're despairing – so we look to you.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Another thing that I don't like to do is show too much how it goes. I do it once in a blue moon. Sometimes there are lessons when I don't pick up a violin at all.
quote by Itzhak Perlman
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Prayin 4 A Miracle
Ive been flat out of luck
Spent my very last buck
Cant sink no lower than this
Im so broken inside
Had to spit out my pride
This aint no way to exist
Every place that I go
Everyone that I meet
Sees me like Im some dog in the street
And its bringin me down to my knees
Now Im prayin, prayin
Prayin for a miracle
Im prayin, prayin
Prayin for a miracle
Prayin for a miracle
Since I left you that night
Less than nothings gone right
Living this hell that I made
So Im back at your feet
Im admitting defeat
Girl, I never felt so afraid
Just give back my life
I admit my mistakes
Now Im willing to do whatever it takes
Im begging you now, cant you see
That Im prayin, prayin
Prayin for a miracle
Prayin, prayin
Prayin for a miracle
Prayin for a miracle
Dont walk away
cause I know Im still worth savin
Can you forgive the way
I turned my back on you
And Im prayin, prayin
Prayin for a miracle
Prayin, prayin
Prayin for a miracle ...
song performed by by Asia
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I was playing violin for a long time, about 6 years. It takes a while. You need very patient people in your house when you have a violin.
quote by Kevin Eubanks
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Black Tunnel With Light
We used to be so close
Like one flesh and blood
But right now
I have to take a step back
Outside there is still light
Only the tunnel is black.
We still sing and dance
And when our eyes meet we laugh
But right now
I have to take a step back
I need a fresh look at life
The things placed on the rack.
You still say, “Come home”
Into the cinnabar cave.
But right now
I have to take a step back
Put a finger on the pulse of flux
While waves wash ashore the wrack.
poem by Paul Hartal
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Rock Of Life
Big beat talk to me
Waking up blind with the house on fire
Well I pick up my guitar, (I tune up)
I look in the mirror
Its like a stranger in my hand (the baby is crying)
There comes a time when the boy must leave (get up)
And the man has to enter
For the soul to understand (all of the changes)
As if it aint hard enough this life Im living in
I was caught with my guard down
When the world came knocking
I feel the big beat, the rock of life
Big beat talk to me
I feel the back beat, the rock of life
Waking up blind with the house on fire
Is it something in my head (look up)
Or the time of season
Or the little boy in my hands (must be a reason)
Yeah, theres new meaning in my life (a shake-up)
But theres pain and confusion
And Im trying to understand (all of the changes)
Ive been cut so deep but I cant make it bleed
I was caught with my head in the sand
When the world came knocking
I feel the big beat, the rock of life
Big beat talk to me
I feel the back beat, the rock of life
It aint no perfect life
This one Im living in
And I was caught with my guard down
When the world came knocking
I feel the big beat, the rock of life
Big beat talk to me
I feel the back beat, the rock of life
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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15 Years Under House Arrest
15 years under house arrest,
I am now free to write out my mind!
For the muse of this love is like the suffereing masses of this world.
They came and they locked me up,
Thinking that they've silenced me forever;
But i am now free at last! !
Yes, free from the hands of the workers of evil;
And i realyy know what i went through.
With tears, toil and pain;
This was like the story of 'Aung San Suu Kyi' of Myanmar! !
But the heavens opened the windows and poured down heavy rainfall,
There and then i gained my joy to write this poem.
Thanks to my mother who gave me much hope,
But peace to my father who was no there!
Because he was busy somewhere else;
And to my siblings i say a big thank you! !
The cruel of mankind,
Of my experiences under house arrest;
But i am now free to write out my mind,
Because a well planted seed will surely grow out no matter what!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Itzhak Perlman
HE loves most
the violin
because
it is sad
and all he cared
most of the time
was nursing his sadness
like it were
a very important visitor
in her house feeding it
with so much nice
accommodations
caring for it
nursing a wound
wishing that it
will not heal
there is something
strange about you
itzhak
while all the rest have
gone to the beach
to play
because the wounds
have healed
you wished that the wound
would stay fresh forever
like a violin song floating in the air wishing that it would not disappear.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Return Of A Raw Memory
Destiny and Fate played with my memory-
Comin' round' to my back door-
Knocking-knocking-knocking...
Bringing back my days of yore;
All of my memories came flooding-
To back when Fate and Destiny became one...
Back to when you and i where like the endless blue sky...
A couple who shined as the Sun;
We were all that glittered as Gold...
We were all that mattered way back then-
Together as one we shown as the Sun...
Destiny and Fate are playing with this memory again;
Gone are the smiles that finally came 'round...
After our most bitter good-bye...
I was so over you-once we were through...
That i had nary a tear to cry;
But Destiny and Fate played with my memory-
They came 'round to my back door...
Knocking-they just kept knocking...
Bringing back all of our days of before;
Now the tears are coming...!
In remembrance of our once endless blue sky...
Storm clouds are forming over it...
And the Sun has disappeared upon high;
Gray clouds now cover the Firmament...
And my tears they fall as the rain...
Destiny and Fate have had their way-this day-
Leaving my heart and soul in endless pain;
poem by Theodora Onken
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XCVI: Fear
I don’t afraid of being old, I’m only afraid of being weak
I don’t afraid of being ugly, I’m only afraid of being useless
I don’t afraid of being nameless, I’m only afraid of being not loved
I don’t afraid of being lost, I’m only afraid of being blind
I don’t afraid of being dumb, I’m only afraid of being hopeless
I don’t afraid of being poor, I’m only afraid of being ungrateful
I don’t afraid of being loser, I’m only afraid of being coward
I don’t afraid of being bound, I’m only afraid of being fake
I don’t afraid of being wrong, I’m only afraid of being oblivious
I don’t afraid of being suffered, I’m only afraid of being surrender
I don’t afraid of being alone, I’m only afraid of being bored
I don't afraid of being loss, I'm only afraid of being lied
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Canary Yellow Canoe
In my canary yellow canoe - my yellow canoe
I want to go tripping in my canary yellow canoe
The eastmain, coppermine, back river too
In my canary yellow canoe
In my canary yellow canoe - yellow canoe
I want to run rivers in my canary yellow canoe
The desmoines river, rupert river, george river too
In my canary yellow canoe
In my canary yellow canoe - mellow yellow canoe
I want to go tripping in my canary yellow canoe
Chebugema, peace river, resolute too
In my canary yellow canoe
In my canary yellow canoe - my elephant too
I want to go tripping in my canary yellow canoe
Churchill, yellowknife, ross river too
In my canary yellow canoe
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Rock Of Life (12' Mix)
I feel the big beat, the rock of life
Big beat talk to me, waking up blind with the house on fire
Well I pick up my guitar (I tune up), I look in the mirror
It's like a stranger in my hand (the baby is crying)
There comes a time when the boy must leave (get up), and the man has to enter
For the soul to understand (all of the changes)
As if it ain't hard enough this life I'm living in
I was caught with my guard down, when the world came knocking
Chorus:
I feel the big beat, the Rock of Life, big beat talk to me - hey, whoo
I feel the back beat, the Rock of Life, waking up blind with the house on fire
Is it something in my head (look up) or the time of the season
Or the little boy in my hands (must be the reason)
Yeah, there's a new meaning in my life (a shake-up)
But there's pain and confusion
And I'm trying to understand (all of the changes)
I've been cut so deep but I can't make it bleed
I was caught with my head in the sand, when the world came knocking
chorus
(Solo)
It ain't no perfect life, this one I'm living in
And I was caught with my guard down, when the world came knocking
chorus repeats 2x
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song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Step In Stride
I think you might like to hear something from us
Stand up
Put your hands up
Come on get up
Kid rocks in the house yo, ready to pick up
The tempo and you know so I will fo somewhat unconventional
But comprehendible
Im the presentable good lookin
The mello yellow young fellow and Im cookin
Heatin the house up just like a hot late
Smooth on the groove like an ice skate
You didnt think in a blink Id stnd here
Now your in fear and stand clear
You cant come near this hot sylin
Groove by the kid whos smooth as a violin
Aso the perfect lyric announcer
On the set with a cold forty ouncer
Ready to glide from sid to side
Why, cuz I step in stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied
Cuz I step in stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied
N-nnow yes Im new
But before Im threw
Your gonna see I paddle my own canoe
Cuz Im solo
A young pro on the go
Close to an angel
But I wear no halo
I just shake, create, and never act fake
And I learned to dislike and not hate
Because hatred leads to an uproar
Violence is on thing I am not here for
Im just here flat out
And to blow the roof
Kick some watts and thats what I inted to do
Pump it up like an air comb presser
Teach to each like a wise professor
No job I strive to reach high
Make the girls in the house all sigh
And Ill glide from side to side
Why, cuz I step in stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied
Cuz I step in stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied
Appied, step in stride you bet I do
Get you hig like a bottle of german brew
Comin clean
New on the scene
Makin girls scream
I you know what I mean
Cuz they dream ofme to rock the place
And put a big smile upon their face
Any girl of any race
But they have to like the b-b-bass
And thats the rep Ive earned and kept on te set
Workin up a sweat
No jive kid rock uprrivd
And I step in stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied
Cuz I step in stride
These are the criteria I believe should be applied
song performed by by Kid Rock
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There's a girl in the mirror!
There's a girl in the mirror
Staring back at me
I don't even know who she is
But by heck! She's ugly
There's a girl in the mirror
Standing very still
She's pale and she looks afraid
I think she might be ill
There's a girl in the mirror
She'd never win a prize
She looks very depressed
You can tell it by her eyes
There's a girl in the mirror
Looks like she needs a friend
I don't have many myself
But I guesse my self I can lend
To the girl in the mirror
I step towards to comfort her
I see her coming closer
But now she's becoming a bit of a blur
Now the girl in the mirror
Has left me on my own
Here I stand in a dark, cold room
Feeling very alone
poem by Becky Ginn
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The Little Girl and The Moon
once upon a time there was a little girl.
she liked to sit outside at night and talk to the moon.
everynight she kept the moon company.
one night she noticed the moon seemed tired, so
she climbed upon the roof, to tell the moon a secret.
the old moon smiled, so she reaches up
takes the moon in her hands and puts him in her pocket.
then she climbs down and goes into her house, up the stairs
to her room.there she takes the moon out and lets lay on
her bed.for hours they talked, told secrets and giggled.
then they heard people asking where the moon was.
outside was so dark, they couldnt find their ways.
the old moon says to the little girl
'maybe you should put me back into the sky,
so the people can find their way home at night'.
the little girl agreed.so she picks up the moon,
puts him back into her pocket.
she walks downstairs and goes outside.
it was very dark, but she wasnt afraid,
she had her friend the moon to help
show her the way.
she climbs back upon the roof, takes the moon out
of her pocket. holding him with both hands
she tells the moon'i love you,
we will still talk every night, but you must go back
give people light at nightime'.
she leans over kisses the moon goodnight.
then reaches back and tosses the moon
hard as she could back into the
nightime sky.
then the little girl and the moon hear, all the people
shouting and laughing.
after everything quietened down
the stars who were so happy the moon returned
all gave the moon kisses.
the little girl climbed down
with the moon lighting her way
went inside up to her room
took 1 last peek out
blowing the moon a big kiss goodnight.
poem by Sandy Nobody
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Childhood Mirror
Mirror, Mirror on the wall
You say she is fairest of them all.
But how can a mirror pick just one,
Pick just one and be all done?
Mirror, Mirror on the floor
I guess you can't pick anymore.
Your shinny veneer is cracked and shattered.
My actions untenable, still your pieces are scattered.
poem by Gabrielle L. Tastet
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They made me suspect
They made me suspect
Suspect that the blue violet
Hides poison in its mystery
And wide-eyed beauty weeping in the glooms
Of dusky eves half-hidden from the day
And in the other half from dark Night kept.
Therefore I
From the blue violet kept away
Admiring from afar
And loving from afar all fearfully.
And thus I left in solitude
The blue violet to the plaintive moon
And to the dewy paces of the dawn
Passing by on the grass from her east cave
And to the wan embraces of the wanton Night
When darkling wavelets lap their way to shore
When nightingales sing their silver melody
At the full distant faces of the startled stars
Fleeing before the madness of the Night
Into the ever-expanding universe that is
Of all of us and all of us contains.
And the blue violet lay in solitude
Like an unstrung Venetian violin
In summer nights where crimes occur and lovers rapid flee.
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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