Petty Break-Up
A little bickering goes a long…
Long way…
When either know not what to say…
And damn, that’s not okay…
Petty quarrels‘…
Are really immoral…
Why is there such a thing…
Stopping the heart from a sing…
Songs are good for the soul…
Pettiness is cold…
A benign embrace would do…
That will help see it through…
Not me…Not you…But us…
The two…
Inner feelings must play…
Apart as to sooth the heart…
If not…
One day you shall part…
Bringing…rains from clouds of joy…
A relationship is not a toy…
So please do not be coy…
Attract attention…
Another way…
Remembering that first day…
The flattering…
Bells ringing…
You both…
Are singing…
Stop…look, and listen…
Where is that glisten…
Just a blatant blather…
Would you not rather…
Put pep back into your steps…
Be responsible…
You males and females…
No boss…
No loss…
Share in the cost… to be…
Forever and ever wise…
And free, …
LOOK…
And…
SEE…
Whisperkwane
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The Bells Are Ringing
The bells are ringing
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round
They hear the instructions
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound
The bells are ringing
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
They hear the instructions (bringing the people round)
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound (they travel great distances to the sound)
They are persuaded by the music of the bells
Theyre not responsible for anything they do
(no) the people know
(no) the way to go
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound
They hear the sound (they hear the sound)
They hear the sound (they hear the sound)
They hear the sound (they hear the sound)
They hear the sound
The bells are ringing
And everyones walking
With arms extended in a trance
Forgetting their washing
Neglecting the children
Theyre dropping all businesses at hand
A voice is telling them to act a different way
They tilt their heads so they wont miss what it will say
(no) and when its so
(no) theres this to know
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound
The bells are ringing
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round
They hear the instructions
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound
They are persuaded by the music of the bells
Theyre not responsible for anything they do
(no) the people know
(no) the way to go
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound
A girl with cotton in her ears
Is shielded from the bells effect
As if by hidden signal
The people turn to face her
One thousand eyes are staring
They pull away her earplugs
The bells are pealing
And theyre revealing
The simple key to happiness
It isnt evil
It isnt good
Its only what the people miss
The bells explain what theyve been lacking all along
They were disorganized and that was what was wrong
(no) and now they know
(no) the way to go
The bells are ringing, they hear the sound
The bells are ringing
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
They hear the instructions (bringing the people round)
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
The bells are ringing (bringing the people round)
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
They hear the instructions (bringing the people round)
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
The bells are ringing (bringing the people round)
The song theyre singing
The sound is bringing the people round (the bells are ringing the song theyre singing the sound is)
They hear the instructions (bringing the people round)
They follow directions
They travel great distances to the sound (they travel great distances to the sound)
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Mental Slavery
Around the globe
Mental slavery takes hold…
Be a relationship of not…
Is there always a secret plot…?
Don’t let your culture kill you…
People are variations of you…
Not copies…
You are no stranger…
No matter where you may go…
Be it Dutch land or Germany…
There are something’s which…
You share…
Name it…Claim it…
Left over in your mind…
Is a time standing still…
Eating at your will…
Subjugate your own rehab…
Free your inter-mind…
With your inner soul…
Slavery is alive and well…Done…
Like a rare steak…
Your order please…
Whisperkwane
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Pity Sex
How can a woman be...
True to a man...
Even if he is doing all...
He can...
A woman can't make a promise...
Of any worth...
If she is still seeking her inner woman...
Which is the brains of her office...
Her over-seerer...
her heart of gold...
With esteem a'la'mode...
Pretty... yet rough...
Easy...yet tough...
Nice but not to nice...
Unless...she is trying...
To crack the ice...
Bringing to the table...
Any table...her able...
Be It mother...wife...
daughter...
Your friend girl...
Not toy world...
Lay it out front...
No need for a stunt...
Nor a hunt...
She rules...until her heart choose...
Then her inner thinking cap...
Comes into view...
Letting her know just whats right...
To do...
Mmm..sack...
Mmmm...that would be wracked...
He respects I grant him that...
As long as (we) share the HAT...
Can many men deal with that? ? ? /
Mmmm...so here I sit...
I do not complain concerning it...
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No Map
Why… oh! … why
Does my heart ache so…
Why does love go…
To and fro…
Like saying good-bye…
When leaving home…
Or a voice you long to hear…
Over the phone…
Why…oh! Why
Does my heart ache so…
Love only one road…
Until you know…
Love an uncharted…
World of wonder…
A place with no map…
A place where you can meet God…
And see the sun and all it’s beauty…
Why…oh! .. Why
Is love so complicated…
Such a daring magical place…
Laughter at your own pace…
Love… Love …Love
They say God is Love…
An all day smile…
In touch with self…
For how long…
Or does that matter…
I love the ache…
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What You Thinking
Crying…
Beating yourself up…
Cause you think you got it so bad…
How sad…
You better be glad…
That you really ain’t…
Been had…
And you really believe you are mad…
Look at the people around you…
Those much worst off then you…
Them you feel sorry for…
So you say you are…
Having troubles with your boo…
Who in the hell are you…?
With food on your plate…
And late for a date…
Swearing you can’t congregate…
Went and bought a pair of…
New shoes…
You had that to choose…
Now think about who’s really loose…
Crazy cause you say you got…
Nothing to wear…
Damn girl! Do you really care…
Lights on over night…
Those without lights…really have…
The plight…
Your world is truly lit…
The commander and chief…
Is a black man…
Can’t…you fine it in your…
Heart to stand…
Help someone’s freedom to ring…
On your cell phone…
You sing and sing and sing…
Cause…
Your troubles really ain’t no thang…
Cause… when you…
Think about…
It…
You’ve got that swing…
See…it really ain’t that…
Ding a ling…
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Abused and Not Know
Planning your life…
Concerning another…
Ain’t that a mother…
That person whom you…
Think you know…
In and out of your life…
No other place to go…
Being pulled by the wind…
Over and over…
Again and again…
The word…is out…
You are like a mother…
Hen…but yeah…
Marriage would make you…
His kin…say again…
Just another way to sin…
For your blending in…
Today…
Which is still a trend…
Jumping the broom…
No matter what name…
Abuse is a damn shame…
Planning your life…
And trying to keep some spice…
How wrong is nice…
How right is wrong…
Abuse is strong…
Crying or singing…
A song…
Do you really know the person…
For which…you wish…to share…
Damn…I do declare…
Is it to me…
Am I fair…
“I’m in love I don’t care”
I won’t listen to hear-say…
I won’t let my heart run-away…
In my life I want him to stay…
Not really concerned about his play…
I think…with…me…
It’s okay…
I have closed the mouth…
Of my woman inside…
Maybe I don’t have any pride…
Planning…and waiting…
Waiting and planning…
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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No Time Like...
Loneliness from the lack…
Of love…
Feels like you can’t breath…
Some kind of a freeze…
Locking your knees…
Love me, love me, please…
Part of a family I must be…
That is the real key…
See…1,2,3...
Love is a power true…
Coming from one who is you…
Let your hair down…
Stop the frowns…
Stop the clowning around…
Be wise…
Treat your family right…
They all have a different sight…
But…that’s a might…
Don’t take it lightly…
Love is true blue…
Stay on your *p’s and q’s…
Don’t get used…
For an excuse…to band!
Keep family close at hand…
*unknown/but may mean “ to be attentive to the main chance”
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poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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I Am Wonderful
Take a basket...
Fill it with who...
You think you are...
Mix it up good...
Be frank...
Now pull something...
Out of the basket...
It does not matter...
Whats in the basket...
Its your chatter...
That the basket holds...
It's you...
Not who...but...
You are a good person...
You are a bad person...
Mainly a good person...
That is who you are...
By far...you...
Are a wonderful star...
A real human-being...
Who can smile...
Who cares...
Damn what others think...
You are you...
In the pink...
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Bells In My Heart
I heard church bells ringing- ringing quite clear
I heard the church bells ringing- deafening my ears.
I looked all around and yet I could not see
Any places of worship even close to me.
That was when I realized that the ringing
Was coming from my heart.
Because it was you who captured it
Right from the start.
You entered my life like the earth enters
the day- and forever you would stay.
The bells are ringing with every passing
Thought of you, and it tells me all that I must do.
And to keep this love- to you I must be true.
I sometimes ask myself how can this be?
The bells toll louder every time you look at me.
Is this the way that love is really meant to be
That my heart is racing fast, and I feel wild and free.
We’ve all envisioned love and how it should be
But love is something you can not foresee.
Everyone sees love in a different way
And with your heart, love will play.
And love like a guitar that’s out of tune
You will lose it pretty soon.
So find the faults while you can
Tune that love and take your stand.
Now as I look at you I ask:
“Is this happening to only me
Or is our hearts singing in harmony”?
poem by Louis Rams
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Ring For Freedom
Let the bells ring for freedom
Let the bells ring out loud
And hope the people again will hear them
While answering back with a shout.
Let the bells begin their ringing
A ringing that will never end
And hope the people will hear our singing
Then from peace we will send.
Hope the bells will start their ringing
By ringing loud and singing long
Pray the people will sing and shout
And to that sound, a peaceful song.
Let the bells ring for freedom
Hope that ringing will never cease
I hope the people will hear them ringing
And all together in its peace.
Hand in hand and arm in arm
With smiles and laughs that stand together
Trouble nowhere and nowhere is there harm
Hope they will keep it from and and forever.
Let the bells all ring in rhyme
Now and forever to the end of time
A time to hold and a time to smile
To dream once again just like a child.
Let the bells ring for freedom
Now and forever for peace to send
Let the people hear them ringing
Hope that music will never end.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Exultationalize
A woman works hard from the start
Sharing outward her heart
An old role and an old part.
In the world which surrounds
She hear this sound, so profound.
'A man, a house,
And a white picked fence.
Dear, daughter that make sense
Every voice repeats the same,
Praising man who she MOST claim.
Not knowing who...she is,
Missing alot of personal thrills,
Really in the long run
Brought cold, cold chills.
Somewhere in the world...
A scream!
Then came this inner-self dream
Woman paddling down a free,
Running stream.
She knew she did not
Want to drown.
The arms are oars...she found.
Being with man was good,
Beginning in her childhood.
Placed and misunderstood
Now to realize...she could!
That ache inside growing wide.
Burning was inner-pride
Woman took it and did not hide.
Marriage if I choose,
The picked fence and house
She would not lose.
The new woman re-fuse,
To be abused.
Off came the bra.
On with the working shoes.
Breaking rocks.
Pouring steel.
Another wo-man hired,
At the mill.
Driving a truck,
There ain't no mo'...sucking up.
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A woman's Love
Without knowing...
I knew...
An eye watching over me...
A gut feeling...
eating away at me...
A life force hoovering over and around...
a light on my path...
Of life.
How true to the game...
Is woman...
Heating up my blood.
When I am cold...
Touching my unreachable...
Itching...
Turning back my tears...
Bad or Good...
Supporting me...
When need be...
Sharing the best of her...
If I need it or not...
My inner soul screams...
Woman! woman...
My jazz...
My Tranquility...
My heaven...
Her mountain...
I explore...
Eagerly.
In awe...
At the beauty...
I find there.
Treasures, beyond compare...
Oh, what a song...
I sing.
Aloud, woman.
Caress me deep in you.
Hold me there...
Forever...
Always...
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But He Said
As a female you are…
Or should be on cloud nine…
Not because you are so fine…
But because of now…
And at this time…
Women becoming unto themselves…
There songs to be song…
Bright is the day…
The past never goes away…
And then you meet…him…
Not wanting to go astray…
A few impromptu…whispers…
And he is in…
Oops..
You’ve done it again…
Shame on you…smile…
Bubble busted…
Dream come true…
Oh, now what you gonna do…
Whisperkwane
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You Told My Mom
Ladies...
Word up...!
If your man is...
Getting out of hand...
Don't tell his...
Father, man...
Tell his mom...
Oh, yeah...
Mom will let him know...
He is out of hand...
Momma don't play that...
When you get fat...
Run and tell that...
Momma don't play...
She'll be there...
Making things OK...
Call her...
Tell her...
For he does not...
Want her to know...
That his character has been poor...
So tell mom...
He is flicking up...
Mom will do him like one...
Does a pup...
Shut...him right...the flick up...
Until next time...
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Baby, Listen to My Heart!
Each day I listen to my heart
Mapping a path for our possible love start
My head speaks and so does my heart
Feelings of mine for you wish not to depart
With millions of gadgets
Spread across the planet
None of them can measure the way
My heart feels about you each day
Baby, Listen to my heart!
Will you be my sweetheart?
Baby, Listen to my heart!
Our heartbeats shouldn't be beating apart
Heart to heart
We can build us bridges of love
Heart to heart
We can sing our songs of love
Heart to heart
We can trust in this thing called love
Each day I listen to my heart
My heart has constantly infinitely spoken
Each time it beats for you a work of art
Only you can heal parts that are broken
Baby, Listen to my heart!
Will you be my sweetheart?
Listen to its instant drumming
Glisten to its constant humming
Baby, Listen to my heart!
Our heartbeats shouldn't be beating apart
(2007) - Copyright Sylvia Chidi
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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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All For One
A sweet little lady...
With two names...
They both see the world different...
But yet the same...
They share a smile...
That would light up the world...
A country mile...
One has class...
The other style...
A young Queen are they...
One a worker...
While the other at play...
We shall call that one Nana...
Mind working over time...
Adrian/SO fine.
Wisdom is her mark...
She is so mentally smart...
Tall and Tan...
Quiet and re-fine...
Could they both...
Be before there time?
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Mmmm...I
The continued contact...
You meet someone...
You start to think...
Should I..or should I not...
And why do you think that?
Because it feels good...
To you all over...
The talk...
The touch...
The waiting...
That is so good...you think...
That you should not...
But at the same time...
You think that you should...
You are respected...
By the concern shown you...
Mist fills the spot...that's hot...
And it should not...
Or should it...
Just remember it's all good...
When you are respected...
Then maybe you should...
And would...If it was not only...
For that one night...
Or that one day...
That should, moment of play...
Relax...
Enjoy it in that way...
What does your inners say?
Well! what the hell...
Only your insides can really tell...
Being respected is swell...
But sometimes you just want to yelllllllllllll...
And...
Leave out the details...
Even the orange juice and toast...
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Just Listen To My Song (from 'Meet the Moments')
When my heart is lonely and blue
And just wondering about you
When the world outside is all cold
And my dreams to nowhere are true
And to the dark they surely unfold
Just listen to my song of loneliness
Just listen to the song I'm singing
I'll be touching out for each caress
That my feelings and paths are bringing
Every world has its own to care for
Love is something to adjust and to be
We can never be of us assure
Because freedom is to learn and to see
It's all about free will to you and me
Just listen to my song to the open air
Just listen to the singing from my heart
I will try to reach out and be there
To make each open opportunities start
Just listen to my song of loneliness
Just listen to the song I'm singing
I'll be touching out for each caress
Which those believes and ways are bringing
Whenever you touch and bring out of trouble
Anything you stand for on your own
It shall raise each fortress from rubble
Make each struggle for freedom be known
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Thank You For The Music
Im nothing special, in fact Im a bit of a bore
If I tell a joke, youve probably heard it before
But I have a talent, a wonderful thing
cause everyone listens when I start to sing
Im so grateful and proud
All I want is to sing it out loud
So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs Im singing
Thanks for all the joy theyre bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me
Mother says I was a dancer before I could walk
She says I began to sing long before I could talk
And Ive often wondered, how did it all start?
Who found out that nothing can capture a heart
Like a melody can?
Well, whoever it was, Im a fan
So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs Im singing
Thanks for all the joy theyre bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me
Ive been so lucky, I am the girl with golden hair
I wanna sing it out to everybody
What a joy, what a life, what a chance!
So I say
Thank you for the music, the songs Im singing
Thanks for all the joy theyre bringing
Who can live without it, I ask in all honesty
What would life be?
Without a song or a dance what are we?
So I say thank you for the music
For giving it to me
song performed by by ABBA
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Cycle Unbroken
Walking in circles, never ending
This world is so messed up, crazy
Surely a disasters impending
But everything I see is hazy
According to you everything’s perfect
You walk forward, don’t look, never stopping
Never seeing and never do you suspect
Out of sanity, this world is dropping
Listen, the children are singing
Of this worlds loss, sorrow, pain
You are deaf to their voices, over the ringing
But watch them stand tall, in this deathly rain
This sinister cycle must end soon
Before this sun sets over the sea
Before the night marked by the rising moon
End this cycle and set the oppressed free
But to do that you must listen
Listen to the caged and listen to me
To make this hazy world glisten
You must see this world as it should be.
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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