It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
Oscar Wilde in The Picture of Dorian Gray
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Naked Eye
You can come inside
Come into the naked eye
My only world falls in again
I see your face fall in again
Its so dark
I dont know your name
Its so dark
And I dont know your name
Only mirrors lie only mirrors lie now
Only mirrors lie only mirrors lie now
Through the needles eye
Through the needles eye now
Only mirrors lie
Lie lie
You can come inside
Come into the naked eye
Naked
Naked
I feel so high
Going up on the wall
And youre down below me
Look all around look all around now
Look all around look all around now
Only mirrors lie only mirrors lie now
Only mirrors lie only mirrors lie now
Through the needles eye
Through the needles eye now
Only mirrors lie
Lie lie
You can come inside
Come into the naked eye
Naked
Naked
Just wanted a special view
Just me and you
Just just just the two of us
Just two of us
Going up on the wall
Up on the wall
Going up on the wall
Up on the wall
Naked eye naked eye
What do you see
And whats there to learn
Reading your books
Third diagram
Someones in the room down below
Someone someone
Someone below
Insects
Cherries
To the cherries
On the wall
Spider
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors. Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the work is new, complex, and vital.
Oscar Wilde in The Picture of Dorian Gray
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Same
On a Sunday
at nine
he sits by the window
watching
people passing by
bringing their burdens
he is not part
of this
sacrifice
he is the spectator
watching the day pass by
till the next level of
his lazy enlightenment
the sun fades away
and now the moon
he sits by the window
imagining
the night away
it will be the same on
another day of his life
this spectator
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Spectator
On a Sunday
at nine
he sits by the window
watching
people passing by
bringing their burdens
he is not part
of this
sacrifice
he is the spectator
watching the day pass by
till the next level of
his lazy enlightenment
the sun fades away
and now the moon
he sits by the window
imagining
the night away
it will be the same on
another day of his life
this spectator
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Broken Windows Shattered Mirrors
Broken windows shattered mirrors
The tiny slivers fall like tears
They cut me till my arms run red
They make me wish that I was dead
And though I try to carry on
I know my time here's almost gone
Broken windows shattered mirrors
Broken windows shattered mirrors
I'm surrounded by these fears
I know I shouldn't be afraid
I feel like I'm locked up in a cage
I push and pull try to get out
I scream until I just can't shout
Broken windows shattered mirrors
Broken windows shattered mirrors
I'll have bad luck seven years
I know it's just a superstition
But I also know it's pure intuition
That made me stay not fade away
So I could live another day
Broken windows shattered mirrors
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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A Sapphire Sky
look up
to a sapphire sky above us
find the castle there
the princess
who sings the sweetest songs of peace
or the choir of angels
who sing the praises and hymns for God's
wonders and divine creations
look up to the sapphire sky
and feel the wonder
of the heavens
be humbled
you are nothing but the spectator
of God
be confident
God has created everything
to please you
the spectator that He loves
above all things
above all creatures
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Enjoy this inevitable run of life
Life is just a run
Not a race
As in a race
We compete with others
And the quicker we run
We reach the destination
Ahead of others
And get declared a winner
Life is just a ran
Not a race
As in life
We have only one track
Drawn exclusively for us
And we only and alone run it
No one else is running this track
And nothing like
Winning or losing
It is only living
Life is just a run
Not a race
We reach our destination
With a speed
That is determined by our skills
And with an ease
That is determined by our attitude
While speed is no matter
As we do not compete with others
Ease varies with our attitudes
Life is just a run
Not a race
As the track you run is
Exclusively laid for you
And know, you run it alone
Till you reach the dead end
There is no victory stand
There is no spectator
There is no medal
There is no honour
You are the spectator
You honour yourself
You clap and celebrate your victory
All alone and in silence
Life is just a run
Not a race
More than anything else
With how much you ease
You ran it
Will be remembered
So finetune your attitude
To life, people around
And the environment you are in
To enjoy this inevitable run of life
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The mirrors here
The mirrors here
They reflect my deep desire...
And what it aspire...
The mirrors are tears
The desire is rape, fears
But it always mirror...
Is that my wish today is you
Your smile, hot for a while
Same do not knowing if you do it too
I'm like a child, getting wild
The mirrors here
Are a glass cover
Making me over...
The mirrors are tears
The cover is cold, years
What makes me excited...
Is that my wish today is you
Your wisdom, your freedom
I trust in moon
I want to listen the flute, true
Don't run, I can't
The sun tears can hurt deep
Without I feel very weak
I know I'll never stand
Stay, Give me fondling
The moon trust in the power from lovers
So we could keep us touching
So, trusting, we could be under covers
The mirrors here
They reflect my deep desire...
And what it aspire...
The mirrors are tears
The desire is rape, fears
But it always mirror...
poem by Ianne de Angel
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Life is not a spectator sport. If you're going to spend your whole life in the grandstand just watching what goes on, in my opinion you're wasting your life.
quote by Jackie Robinson
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Don't be a spectator, don't let life pass you by.
Smoke And Mirrors
When I was a boy all the books I read
I followed like a blind man
To heed the words my father said
Those golden summers fade into night, words become a dream
The echoes of my childhood and where the path is winding
May God bless you, keep you safe from all harm
I stand by you always
Time and motion hands touch
Lips find a way to heaven on high
Watch the children play, the child becomes a man
And all the tangled webs we weave
You swear it as we live and breath
We stay together death until you part
Winner takes the prize
The futures at your finger tips, right before your eyes
No more sorrow (smoke and mirrors)
No more nights with no end
(I really learned a lot, smoke and mirrors)
I see my tomorrows
And nothing from nothing
And ashes to ashes they say
All the more that you reach out
The more that it runs away
(Smoke and mirrors)
No more goodbyes
(Thats all I ever got, smoke and mirrors)
No lies, you find your way there
(She show me what shes got, smoke and mirrors)
Heaven on high
May god bless you keep you safe from all harm
I stand by you always
Time and motion
(smoke and mirrors)
Hands touch, lips find a way to
(Thats all I ever got, smoke and mirrors)
Heaven on high
No more sorrow
(I really learned a lot, smoke and mirrors)
No more nights with no end
(She show me what shes got, smoke and mirrors)
I rise or I fall
no more goodbyes
(She really makes me hot, smoke and mirrors)
No lies, you find a way there
Heaven on high
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Smoke & Mirrors
When I was a boy, all the books I read
I followed like a blind man
To heed the words my father said
Those golden summers faded into night, words become a dream
The echoes of my childhood and where the path is winding
May God bless you, keep you safe from harm
I stand by you always
Time and motion
Hands touch, lips find a way to heaven on high
Watch the children play, the child becomes a man
And all the tangled webs we weave
You swear it as you live and breathe
We stay together, death until you part
Winner takes the prize
The futures at your fingertips, right before your eyes
(chorus)
No more sorrows
(smoke and mirrors)
No more nights with no end
(I really learned a lot, smoke and mirrors)
I see my tomorrows
And nothing from nothing
And ashes to ashes they say
All the more that you reach out
The more that it runs away
(smoke and mirrors)
(chorus)
No more goodbyes
(thats all I ever got, smoke and mirrors)
No lies, you find your way there
(show me what shes got, smoke and mirrors)
Heaven on high
May God bless you, keep you from all harm
I stand my you always
Time and motion
(smoke and mirrors)
Hands touch, lips find a way to
(thats all I ever got, smoke and mirrors)
Heaven on high
No more sorrows
(I really learned a lot, smoke and mirrors)
No more nights with no end
(show me what shes got, smoke and mirrors)
I rise or I fall
No more goodbyes
(she really makes me hot, smoke and mirrors)
No lies, you find a way there
Heaven on high
song performed by by Bee Gees
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I used to live in a room full of mirrors; all I could see was me. I take my spirit and I crash my mirrors, now the whole world is here for me to see.
quote by Jimi Hendrix
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Mirror Here Mirror There
Mirror in this hall shows what I hate most of all
In the bath shows me where I fall
At twelve shows me where I stand tall
Yet it shows a short standing of all
To the mirror in my left and right
Shows what disgusts thy life
When most others fall to the mirrors walls
But thy stand to fall and look in the mirrors halls
Thy tremble down these mirrors halls
To were the mirror shows were I shall fall
Then leave my mirror on the darken wall
To show another soul where to fall
Then leave their mirror in another gleaming hall
poem by Nick Trager
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My Mirrors Past
I look into the mirror
and stare at this face.
Life has gotten dearer.
Time has left its trace.
What happened to the innocence?
Where is that youthful glow?
This isn't the mirror I saw myself in
So many years ago.
Innocence became reality.
Youth gave way to mature
Now I wish I had the mirror
I looked into before.
Mirrors show an image
We may not want to see.
The way we are today.
How we used to be.
Remember while you're looking.
The reflection doesn't last.
Just think of how it was
When you looked In Mirrors Past.
poem by Ashleigh Gaffney
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In Mirrors Past
I look into the mirror
and stare at this face.
Life has gotten dearer.
Time has left its trace. What happened to the innocence?
Where is that youthful glow?
This isn't the mirror I saw myself in
so many years ago. Innocence became reality.
Youth gave way to mature
Now I wish I had the mirror
I looked into before. Mirrors show an image
We may not want to see.
The way we are today.
How we used to be. Remember while you're looking.
The reflection doesn't last.
Just think of how it was
When you looked In Mirrors Past.
poem by Wendy Marie Georgi
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The Other End Of Time
Sometimes it hurts clear to the core
When we lose all weve cared for
The hunger and thirst for love that endures is never ending.
What will I do with my life?
Try to share it with somebody new?
And how can I learn to disguise that Im lost without you.
All I have left is a heart full of mirrors
A heart full of voices reminding me that its over... girl its over
Ill hear it echo deep inside
til the other end of time
The other end of time.
Left over dreams fade in my mind
And Im counting on this love to die
cause all that I need is to give my whole life a new beginning.
But something is holding me down
Like Im under a mountain of stone
And all I can hear is the sound of my own heart breaking.
cause all I have left is a heart full of mirrors
A heart full of voices reminding me that its over... girl its over
Ill hear it echo deep inside
til the other end of time.
til the other end of time.
cause all I have left is a heart full of mirrors
A heart full of voices reminding me that its over... girl its over
Ill hear it echo deep inside.
All I have left is a heart full of mirrors
A heart full of voices reminding me that its over... girl its over
Ill hear it echo deep inside
til the other end of time
til the other end of time.
song performed by by Toto
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Miranda
My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely,
As the poor and sad are real to the good king,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.
Up jumped the Black Man behind the elder tree,
Turned a somersault and ran away waving;
My Dear One is mine as mirrors are lonely.
The Witch gave a squawk; her venomous body
Melted into light as water leaves a spring,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.
At his crossroads, too, the Ancient prayed for me,
Down his wasted cheeks tears of joy were running:
My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely.
He kissed me awake, and no one was sorry;
The sun shone on sails, eyes, pebbles, anything,
And the high green hill sits always by the sea.
So to remember our changing garden, we
Are linked as children in a circle dancing:
My dear one is mine as mirrors are lonely,
And the high, green hill sits always by the sea.
Mirrors!
mirrors...
dont lie,
even cracked
with time.
dont make excuses,
nor try to please,
the truth's the truth.
deemed good or bad,
a human collage,
light and darkness,
right and wrong.
the hidden thoughts
deny the right to judge,
and bring us back....
to the mirrors!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Literature is the negative of photo
Literature mirrors not
What its society packs.
It mirrors what it lacks.
It is a negative reflector
And vacuum filler.
Slavery gave heroic epics.
Poverties pave for kingly epics.
Romance sprang from sexual taboo.
Eroticism clang of perversion
01.04.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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