Love walked alone.
Love walked alone.
The rocks cut her tender feet,
And the brambles tore her fair limbs.
There came a companion to her,
But, alas, he was no help,
For his name was heart's pain. .
poem by Stephen Crane
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One Love, Alot Of Pain
In life, there’s one love but a lot of pain
Love heals your wounds when the pain is too much
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Love is an angel while the pain is a devil
Love gives comfort when the pain is hurtful
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Love is the light while the pain is the darkness
Love is a rainbow while the pain is a thunder
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Love will be strong when the pain is weak
Love is true but the pain is false
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Love fair while the pain is un-fair
Love is surely possible when the pain is impossible
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Tender Heart
How tender the heart is when
you love the way it is
How tender the heart is when
you reached out with a gentle kiss
How tender the heart is when
you think you'd found the one
you always want to be with
How tender the heart is when
you're willing to forgive whatever
mistakes they've done
How tender the heart is when
yo find you're alone in love
that's just the way it is.
How tender the heart is when
you're willing to sacrifice
your all with the one you love....
How tender heart really is....
poem by Hannah Baquiran
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Soiled Garments
He had a vindictive
wife once
who used his pliable
pledged heart
like an old worn
out hand-towel.
Wiped her feet
all over it
walked walked
all over it
then tore it
into strips
and threw it
to the garbage.
The funny thing is
old worn out hearts
don’t wash clean.
Soiled garments
don’t come clean
a single good soak
and clean
is not applicable.
Doesn’t wash out
all the stains.
Doesn’t wash out
the ground in pain.
Ground in deep pain
residue remains.
But time repeated washes
a good stain remover
love joy drying out on
life line bleach washes
old hearts clean with
radiant rays vibrant
sunlight sheen revealing
each days new wonder.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Rubaiyat 34
Your eyes enrapture, and colors pour,
Alas, your love’s arrows score.
Too soon you gave up on the lovers,
Alas, your heart has rocks in store.
poem by Shams al-Din Hafiz
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Im Hurtin
Orbison/melson
Dum-dee-dum-dee-dum-ooh-yeah-yeah,
Dum-dee-dum-dee-dum-ooh-yeah-yeah,
Oh, Im hurtin.
Felt this way,yesterday,
Today, I keep hurtin, yeah, hurtin.
Time goes by, right on by,
And i, Im still hurtin, yeah, hurtin.
You walked away, and the pain began.
I knew Id never, love again.
Oh, my heart, tore apart
And Im sure hurtin yeah hurtin.
You walked away, and the pain began.
I knew Id never, love again.
Seems to me my destiny
Is to be just hurtin
Yeah, hurtin.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Book Of Love
Written by lindsey buckingham and richard dashut.
Walked out, goodbye
I swore I never would cry
Tore a page of my heart
She wants me to be her friend
Im lonely again
Tore a page of my heart
Oh, tell me who wrote the book of love
Was it somebody from above
(ha, ha, ha)
Surely he must know all the rules
(ha, ha, ha)
Knowledge not meant for mortal fools
Must have been someone from above
Tell me, who wrote the book of love
In silence the lonely make all their mistakes
Tore a page of my heart
Someone in heaven above
Shop me how to love
Tore a page of my heart
Oh, tell me who wrote the book of love
Was it somebody from above
(ha, ha, ha)
Surely he must know all the rules
(ha, ha, ha)
Knowledge not meant for mortal fools
Must have been someone from above
Tell me, who wrote the book of love
Oh, tell me who wrote the book of love
Was it somebody from above
(ha, ha, ha)
Surely he must know all the rules
(ha, ha, ha)
Knowledge not meant for mortal fools
Must have been someone from above
Tell me, who wrote the book of love
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Tore Up From The Floor Up
(j.b. rudd/bob regan)
The first time I laid eyes on you
Me and my heart didnt have a clue
What it was we were gettin into
But oh, we soon found out
You said hi, my heart strings popped
My lips lost track of my train of thought
I started falling, couldnt stop
Look at me now
Im tore up from the floor up
Youre dynamite, youre a real humdinger
Im unwound from the top down
Wrapped around your little finger
Been sideways all day just thinkin about last night
Im tore up from the floor up
This must be what love feels like
My legs told me to find a chair
You said is it hot in here
We walked in the cool night air
Then your hand touched mine
I felt the ground begin to shake
I tried to keep my head on straight
Then we kissed, earthquake
The ten point kind
Im tore up from the floor up
Youre dynamite, youre a real humdinger
Im unwound from the top down
Wrapped around your little finger
Been sideways all day just thinkin about last night
Im tore up from the floor up
This must be what love feels like
Im tore up from the floor up
song performed by by Wade Hayes
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Ghazal 119
I don't need
a companion who is
nasty sad and sour
the one who is
like a grave
dark depressing and bitter
a sweetheart is a mirror
a friend a delicious cake
it isn't worth spending
an hour with anyone else
a companion who is
in love only with the self
has five distinct characters
stone hearted
unsure of every step
lazy and disinterested
keeping a poisonous face
the more this companion waits around
the more bitter everything will get
just like a vinegar
getting more sour with time
enough is said about
sour and bitter faces
a heart filled with desire for
sweetness and tender souls
must not waste itself with unsavory matters
Her Goodbye Hit Me In The Heart
Theres never been a man who could bring me down
Ive walked away from the toughest of towns
But her last words tore me apart
Her good bye hit me in the heart
Her good bye hit me in the heart
Her good bye hit me in the heart
Brought me to knees like a shot from the dark
Her sweet love found its mark
Her good bye hit me in the heart
Her good bye hit me in the heart
Her soft warm touch took me by surprise
I was blinded by the love in my eyes
The moment she left I felt the pain start
Her good bye hit me in the heart
Her good bye hit me in the heart
Her good bye hit me in the heart
Brought me to my knees like a shot from the dark
Her sweet love found its mark
Her good bye hit me in the heart
Her good bye hit me in the heart
song performed by by George Strait
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Confiding is a pleasure
Thought of love,
Its events and progress,
And pitfalls if any,
He or she must have
A companion
To confide to and verify with.
Spirit then is relived.
Paradise is revisited.
Alas, he and she
When entangled
In an aberrant love
Are helpless
And in recluse,
Mincing it themselves,
And missing the very prod
A companion can lend.
Guilt ruling the roost,
Shame cripples her
To share with one
Her passion and emotion.
If fully drenched
Gone would be shivering.
Which hero or heroine
Has no companion
In the play and drama?
Accept the one chosen
By us and confide with her
What all you have of me.
03.10.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Get Your Rocks Off
by Bob Dylan
You know, there's two ol' maids layin' in the bed,
One picked herself up an' the other one, she said:
"Get your rocks off!
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me! (Get 'em off!)"
Well, you know, there late one night up on Blueberry Hill,
One man turned to the other man and said, with a blood-curdlin' chill, he said:
"Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me! (Get 'em off!)"
Well, you know, we was layin' down around Mink Muscle Creek,
One man said to the other man, he began to speak, he said:
"Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me! (Get 'em off!)"
Well, you know, we was cruisin' down the highway in a Greyhound bus.
All kinds-a children in the side road, they was hollerin' at us, sayin':
"Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me!
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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FromThe Arabic: An Imitation
I.
My faint spirit was sitting in the light
Of thy looks, my love;
It panted for thee like the hind at noon
For the brooks, my love.
Thy barb whose hoofs outspeed the tempest's flight
Bore thee far from me;
My heart, for my weak feet were weary soon,
Did companion thee.
II.
Ah! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed
Or the death they bear,
The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove
With the wings of care;
In the battle, in the darkness, in the need,
Shall mine cling to thee,
Nor claim one smile for all the comfort, love,
It may bring to thee.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Tender Hearts
Only Tender hearts
are so easily broken
in loves crazy game.
Only tender hearts
feel the shame
of someone else’s pain.
So when you find
a tender heart
give it all the love and care it needs.
For tender hearts
belong to loving people
and that is what this world really needs.
poem by David Harris
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Heartless, Souless Jerk
The first initial blow hurt,
Then you told it was all false.
You tore my heart out and stomoed it under your feet.
Why put me through this,
When you told me you cared for me?
So now I am convinced that you are heartless,
Maybe even souless.
You took a knife and tore it through my heart,
Without even thinking about it.
You played me like you play your guitar,
But that is over.
Everything is done with us.
I have moved on from this crap you put me through.
I suggest you do the same.
poem by Samatha Squiers
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Cleveland Rocks
(ian hunter)
Three! four!
Three! four!
Three! four!
(bunch of ah-ah-ahs here)
All this energy calling me
Back where it comes from
Its such a crude attitude
Its back where it belongs
All the little kids growing up on the skids are goin
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Jumpin (jean) gene genies, moody james deanies goin
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Mama knows but she dont care
Shes got her worries too
Seven kids and a phony affair
And the rent is due
All the little chicks with the crimson lips go
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Shes livinin sin with a safety pin
Shes goin cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
I got some records from world war two
Ill play em just like me grand dad do
He was a rocker and I am too
Oh cleveland rocks, yeah cleveland rocks
So find a place
Grab a space
And yell and scream for more
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
Cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks, cleveland rocks
(bunch of ah-ah-ahs here)
Three! four!
Three! four!
Three! four!
Ohio
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Pain is Love
Pain is heartache,
Pain is an emotional heart break.
Pain is a roller coaster.
That is filled with twists, turns, and hills.
Pain is an emotional medication.
Best taken if it were a pill.
Pain is love.
Love is an emotional bond that holds me to you.
Pain is the love that forces me to seduce you.
Take you into my world, mold and console you.
Pain is the way you walked out of my life.
Love is the way i got over my hurt you left me to endure.
For this pain, a pill.
There was no cure.
poem by Ashley Roseanne Pleasure
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The Heathrose
ONCE a boy a Rosebud spied,
Heathrose fair and tender,
All array'd in youthful pride,--
Quickly to the spot he hied,
Ravished by her splendour.
Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red,
Heathrose fair and tender!
Said the boy, "I'll now pick thee,
Heathrose fair and tender!"
Said the rosebud, "I'll prick thee,
So that thou'lt remember me,
Ne'er will I surrender!"
Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red,
Heathrose fair and tender!
Now the cruel boy must pick
Heathrose fair and tender;
Rosebud did her best to prick,--
Vain 'twas 'gainst her fate to kick--
She must needs surrender.
Rosebud, rosebud, rosebud red,
Heathrose fair and tender!
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Your Tender Touch
Your tender touch on my brow
eases all my anguish and pain.
Your tender touch on my cheek
stops the tears that want to fall like rain.
Your tender touch upon my hand
reminds me of our gold wedding band.
We fell in love so long ago
to take one another through sickness and pain.
Now your tender touch reminds me
of our vows all over again.
Our love remains a constant joy
within our passing years.
Still your tender touch can heal
all my wanton fears.
6 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Constant Pain
You don't know what it's like to have Pain, every time you take a
breath or even breathe.
You don't know what it's like to have to hold your breathe each time the
bus turns a curve
You don't know what it's like when you're standing and you have to move
but you don't want to because you will be in Pain
You don't know what it's like to get up and know that you are going to be
in Pain most of the day
You don't know what it's like for your heart to beat fast as if you just
ran a mile even though you only walked a few feet
You don't know what it's like to be in never ending Pain
You don't know what it's like to sit and in be in Pain
You don't know what it's like to not want to walk because with each step
it will make your hip hurt
You don't know what it's like to sit on your bed and wait for your heart
to beat normally
You don't know what it's like to have Pain in your arm that is writing
this
You don't know what it's like to wait for the Pain to stop
You don't know that it's like to see your hand move because something
inside your chest is beating way above normal
You just don't know what it's like
You don't know what it's like to not want to sleep
You don't know what it's like to experience Pain every time your back his
straight
You don't know what it's like to have my Pain
You will never know what it's like to have my Pain
You will never know and you will never try
My Pain is my Pain, no one else's
It is my burden to bear. I bear it alone. I will bear it alone till I
change my mind
It's not anytime soon. I'm sorry.
You don't know what it like for something to bleed on your hand when you
don't know how you got it to bleed
You don't know what it's like to not want to take a deep breathe because
if you do, you will just be in Pain and sometimes, you just can't help it
poem by Matthew Bresette
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Forsaking My Love
I hate you
I wish to tear you away from me
This tumor that clings to my chest
The thing that makes me ache
That haunts my dreams
And tears at my desires
You have brought me only pain
My untamed heart
That beast that gnaws at my soul
That pitifully whines
Bringing my mind into unwanted pain
Yet how can I blame you
How can I chastise you when I listen intently to your pleas
Why should I punish you for what my eyes feed upon
How can I blame my eyes for falling upon her
She who brings light to the eternal darkness of my soul
She whose eyes bring me to subjection
Whose smile leaves me in awe
How can I blame you when my ears are met with her laughter
How they submerge into her song
How they quiver at her voice
Why should I punish you for inclining my soul
Tempting it with the one sense that has been forsaken by her
How could I look over the thought of the brushing of lips
The touching of hands
The binding of the soul, mind, and body
O you wretched heart
What am I to do with this constant companion
How could I tear you away
When she is the cause of my agony
Or rather
It is the lack of her which brings me sorrow
It is the need for her that leaves my heart in pain
Yet she is not mine
She was never mine
She will never be mine
O my poor heart
How can I make you see reason
When all you do is show me the truth
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