Amy, 27
a woman whose pain never left her eyes &
whose talent never left her very being
who despite all the scumbag newspapers & television vultures who
followed her around on a daily basis
always taking pictures
always informing the public about her life
as if any of us had the right to be bothering her at all-
amy,
whose voice struck electric pangs through the spine
when her frank reality
floated in tandem with an unmatched melody &
captivating presence-
amy, one hopes that now
peace will replace all of the torment that life had
brought with it &
this writer is grateful that you took the time to share it
with us all when you
could.
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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Scumbag
Recorded live at new yorks fillmore east, 6 june 1971
Scumbag, scumbag,
Scumbag, scumbag.
Scumbag, yeah! scumbag,
Scumbag, scumbag, ho!
Scumbag, scumbag,
Scumbag, scumbag.
Scumbag, scumbag,
Scumbag, scumbag.
Scumbag, scumbag,
Scumbag, scumbag.
Scumbag, scumbag,
Scumbag, scumbag.
Scumbag, scumbag,
Scumbag.
Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag.
Scumbag.
Scumbag, scumbag,
Scumbag, scumbag.
Scum, scum, scumbag,
Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag,
Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag.
-hey, listen! I dont know whether you can tell what the words are to this song but theres only two of them and id
Like to have you sing along cause its real easy. anybody who comes to the fillmore east can sing this song. the name
Of the song is scumbag. ok? and all you gotta do is sing scumbag.
Right on, brothers and sister lets hear it for the scumbag!
Scumbag! scumbag! scumbag! scumbag! scumbag!
Scumbag! scumbag! scumbag! scumbag!
Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag,
Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag,
Scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag, scumbag,
Scum,
Scumbag, baby, scumbag,
Scumbag.
Scumbag, baby,
Scumbag, baby, (scumbag, baby)
Scumbag, baby, (scumbag, baby)
Scumbag, (scumbag, baby)
Scumbag, (scumbag, baby)
Scumbag, oh yeah, (scumbag)
Scumbag (scumbag)
Scumbag (scumbag) (whos scumbag? )
Hey, scumbag, (scumbag)
Scumbag (scumbag)
Scumbag (scumbag)
Scumbag, scumbag,
Scum, uh!
Scumbag,
Scumbag,
Scumbag (scumbag)
Scumbag,
Scumbag,
Scumbag,
Scumbag.
(oh, oh, oh, yeah)
-good night, boys and girls!
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Nothing At All
I have fallen out of my life, I am not present
within the outline which indicates where the
real me should be, no feelings, no dreams
The hope I harboured inside proved to be
without meaning – I have forgotten what I
used to hope for, nothing new to replace
What used to be, just cold emptiness in my
heart, wait, my heart is lost, freezing again
like I did as a child, no significance left
Life was like this in the beginning, the great
divide between virtual warmth, a good book,
a piece of music, a story - and -
The emptiness of real life without room for
emotion as an ever-increasing descent in-
to a million small deaths on a daily basis
The pain ought to be gone - yet it is not - the
pain is all that is left, oh yes; even pure
misery is preferable to nothing at all
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The Daily Act of Presence
Eight hours at work, commuting sometimes two,
the daily act of presence is assigned
its p[l]ace, weak celebration paid in kind,
traced race to waste bereft, much left to do.
Eight hours abed, at table almost two,
the daily act of presence, daily grind,
few dare opt out of as life's clocks unwind, -
such haste to conquer Time, whose ride’s askew.
Three hours of leisure, then, without ado,
day's drive departs, leaves most deprived of breath.
Who'd buck luck's trend bends in the end to Death
whose lock mocks motto 'to thyself be true! '
Three hours for chat, sex, net or television,
no wonder Man’s case-study for derision.
16 May 2001 revised 18 December 2008
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The Daily Act of Presence
Eight hours at work, in travel up to two,
the daily act of presence is assigned
and celebrated weakly, paid in kind, -
so much to waste, so little left to do.
Eight hours abed, at table almost two,
the daily act of presence, daily grind,
few dare opt out as life's clocks unwind, -
such haste to conquer Time, whose ride’s askew.
Three hours leisure, then, without ado,
the day departs, leaves most deprived of breath.
Who'd buck the trend bends in the end to Death -
what sense retains 'unto thyself be true'?
Three hours for music, films or television –
no wonder Man’s case-study for derision!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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There ‘re Vultures All Around
Vultures in the sky
Vultures on the ground
There are vultures all around
In search of prey
They move their eyes
They do not whisper
They do not shout
Silently wait
For the opportune time
Mercilessly kill
To fulfill their desire
By hook or by crook
Without bothering
Who the killed one is?
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Maintaining Peace with Ease
Both World ‘Hello Day' and 'Television Day’ falls on same day
Without both where we would be today
Gopal was trying hard to resolve conflict and confusion
After blaming for scheduling mishap on United Nation.
Gopal said hello on daily basis
And to watch television he always wished
World Hello Day was to be celebrated by greeting 10 people
By personally communicating to preserve peace.
He eased the pain of choosing between the two
By switching on the television in his house
And on November 21, watching 10 people saying ‘hello’
Celebrating both, and rule of preserving peace to follow!
poem by Venkatesh M. R.
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Bring Me The Autumn
I remember you as you were in the
last autumn, the leaves adorned my
heart with your music,
they were sounds
of your cadence voice that never left
the air like echoes in the wind, even
the birds sang like you,
they had your
tongue and throat.
You were the artist with no fame,
your appearance, your
voice were steady and calm.
They brought to me hymns and peace.
In your eyes the serenity of your soul
were like flames of light that never burned.
You were like the white sheets of my bed,
always in peace and warm, the autumn
brought back your guitar your slow melody
like a breeze beneath my curtains,
and my house was then singing like
my heart.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Far Behind
Now maybe I didnt mean to treat you bad
But I did it anyway
And not maybe
Some would say your life was sad
But you lived it anyway
And now maybe
Your friends they stand beside they watch you crumble
As you falter to the ground
And now maybe
Your friends they stand beside as you were flying
Oh you were flying oh so high
But then some day people look at you for what they call their own
They watch you suffer
Yeah they hear you calling home
But then some day we could take our time
To brush the leaves aside so you can reach us
But you left me far behind
Now maybe I didnt mean to treat you oh so bad
But I did it anyway
Now maybe some would say youre left with what you had
But you couldnt share the pain
No, no, no
Couldnt share the pain they watch you suffer
Now maybe I could have made my own mistakes
But I live with what Ive known
Yes maybe we might share in something great
But wont you look at where weve grown
Wont you look at where weve gone
But then someday comes tomorrow holds a sense of what I fear for you in my mind
As you trip the final line
And that cold day when you lost control
Shame you left my life
So soon you should have told me
But you left me far behind
Now maybe I didnt meant to treat you oh so bad
But I did it anyway
Now maybe some would say youre left with what you had
But you couldnt share the pain
No, no, no
Now maybe I didnt mean to treat you oh so bad
But I did it anyway
No maybe some would say youre left with what you had
But you couldnt share the pain
I said times have changed your friends
They come and watch you crumble to the ground
They watch you suffer
Yeah they hold you down
Hold you down
Maybe brother maybe love I didnt mean to treat you bad
But you left me far behind
Left me far behind
Left me far behind
song performed by by Candlebox
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Forty Letters To A Woman – Third Letter –
You were the harpist
At the gate of heaven.
I was about crossing that gate
when we first met.
I never though,
felt, or captured your inner songs
that flew with the harp melody
until I left heaven from the other gate.
I never knew
that your were the first picture
and the last sound of heaven
until I left it.
What remains
now in
my deepest memories
an ancient question
- and that is
what I try to get rid of: -
What makes heaven
heaven?
is it a melody,
a woman's melody at the gate of heaven,
or the silent melody in a woman eyes?
poem by Atef Ayadi
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When you came
You came.
And you hurt me.
And you abused me.
You raped me.
You came
You laughed at me
You made me do things
I didnt want to do.
You came
You made me feel.
What shit was like.
How hurt feels.
What pain feels like.
You came
And you opened my eyes.
To a world of pain
A world of hurt.
A world of abuse.
Then you left
But you havent left my head.
I remember it all.
I cant forget.
I cant forget your face of evil
You twisted vile look.
You shitty voice
And your vile disgusting smell.
You left me with the ruins
In ruins of what you did
In tatters and shreads.
You left me with
Alake of tears
Alife of torment
And emotional scars.
You left me
Laughter that was not mine
God how hate you
Your out of my life now
But your in my head.
In my past
and in my dreams
And nightmares.
Why wont you fuckoff
out of my head?
Please take the lauhter away
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Dear Shakira,
Oh eyes like hers
Are eyes so real
Oh eyes like hers
Give off sweet feel
A woman of talent
A woman of great voice
With no fear; just gallant
She is the voice of choice
If her songs could fly
They’d look like exotic birds
Who would go up so high
They’ll not squeak, but say good words
A woman of the most natural beauty
Who deserves the best of luck
A woman of the purest beauty
For whom many are reasonably love struck
(From A Letter To Justin Bieber's Hair by German Alcala)
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She Just Started Liking Cheatin' Songs
She just started liking cheatin songs
And what's bothering me
I don't know if its the cheatin' she likes
Or just the melody
I've never had any reason to doubt her
As far as I know she's been true
But lately she's had a different look in her eyes
I wonder if she's seein somebody new
You can't blame a body for lookin
When there's a world of people out there
But I hope that she's not takin any closer looks
I tell ya lately frankly I've been scared
Cause she just started liking cheatin' songs
And what's bothering me
I don't know if its the cheatin' she likes
Or just the melody
I've got to admit I do some looking too
But she's the only one I love
She still tells me she loves me
But I wonder if my love's enough
Cause she just started liking cheatin' songs
And what's bothering me
I don't know if its the cheatin' she likes
Or just the melody
Yeah she just started liking cheatin' songs
And what's bothering me
I don't know if its the cheatin' she likes
Or just the melody
Yeah I don't know if its the cheatin' she likes
Or just the melody
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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I Spare
'I spare your life today'
As it is not my way
To deal with wolves and vultures
They must be left to their fate and suffer
I am burning with rage
Still anger very much inside to wage
Punish all those who act as an animal
They are curse on earth and shameless as human
I could do many things to punish
I could have taken out his life to finish
But something stopped me from doing it
As I considered it not even worth to call fit
He did all damage to my modesty
Did whatever he could to show my dishonesty
Kept no chance open to show my face
Reduced all my hopes to ashes
Not that as woman I had no will power
Something stopped me from taking action however
He had done shameful act altogether
He was now begging for life and willing to share
He was blinded by outer show
He will follow me wherever I go
I had no fear that he may turn outrageous
It was totally unexpected and heinous
Very often males tend to ask for apology
To come out of tight situation sometimes express sorry
Leave all burdens for girls to carry
Never turn up to take up care and worry
I am not in position to cry even
The development was quick and all of sudden
He had followed me everywhere and got successful
Now I may repent whole life and remain remorseful
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Do I Need This?
'Do I need this? '
Yes you do!
You have been overdue for a wakeup call,
And now that has come to you.
Not only will the clarity
Of the reality
Restore your vim and vigor!
But with that pettiness gone...
You will have your mind on much bigger issues,
To find you becoming centered.
With a desire of 'that' to pursue!
And that's good!
So needed.
And this couldn't be a better time!
For 'you' to be truer to YOU.
'WHY are you so optimistic?
You talk out of your mind!
That's too surrealistic! '
I've been waiting for you,
To find your life more simplistic!
If you realize your time,
Has been devoted being out of it...
Most of the time being unrealistic.
Worrying about trying to keep pretentions up.
Only to find yourself spending time,
For something that sucks!
Just for an image to front up?
You will discover...
Once you have recovered.
How foolish it has been,
To have spent your happiness...
On pinching pennies, nickles and dimes!
And not a dollar left,
To ease a peace you have left behind!
And for what?
To find yourself strapped and saddled,
For 'things' that mean nothing?
For something that continues to leave you,
Broke and flat on your butt?
And have brought you heartache and fuss.
For a life you cuss?
YES!
I am glad you have finally given that up!
Do you need to go through this?
Yes!
Now you have an opportunity,
To seek real happiness!
And 'that' has never been about
Taking mental trips...
That find you left,
Going completely ballistic!
'Do 'you' need this? '
YES!
And I hope, my friend...
You will stop defending that sadness.
To let a gladness begin!
And sever yourself from all that stressful mess!
Let it go.
Free from the addiction...
That keeps you tied up in restrictions!
You are concerned you may miss.
You may...
However,
Experience times of withdrawal!
An anxiety once hidden.
However...
Slowly it will leave you to be,
That 'you' rediscovered...
And totally free from all that 'stuff'
Not worthy to even reminisce.
'Do you need this? '
Yes!
And be grateful...
To whatever it was,
That pulled you away from it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Down And Out
Well I'm out on a tear 'cause she's tearing me apart
If I look rough on the outside, you ought to see my heart.
And this look in my eyes shows beyond a doubt,
Since my woman left, I'm down and out.
Well, I'm down at the bar, out of my mind,
Tighter than an eight-day clock with no way to unwind,
That jukebox cries the blues like it knows what I'm about.
Since my woman left, I'm down and out.
Well I'm down to my last dollar, but I don't really care.
My friends have all got whiskey, and they don't mind if I share.
They know how it feels to have your heart torn inside out,
Since my woman left, I'm down and out.
Well, I'm down at the bar, out of my mind,
Tighter than an eight-day clock with no way to unwind,
That jukebox cries the blues like it knows what I'm about.
Since my woman left, I'm down and out.
Since my woman left, since my woman left,
Since my woman left, I'm down and out
song performed by by George Strait
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Wonder Woman
Every Woman Wants To Meet Her Superman…
But When Will I Meet My Wonder Woman?
That Woman Who Will Sweep Me Off My Feet…
That Woman Whose Voice Is My Favorite Love Song…
That Woman Who Can Knock Me Out With One Word From Her Lovely Mouth…
That Woman Whose Love Is Strong Enough To Fight The World…
That Woman Who Can Be My Wonder Woman…
I Have Had Prototypes Of Wonder Woman But None Have Filled The Void In My Heart…
The Void That Was Created By Girl Who Thought She Could Be A Wonder Woman…
A Girl Who Didn’t Know The Meaning Of Love…
A Girl Who Cared For Herself And Not For That Other…
A Girl Who Didn’t Say Goodbye When She Left And Left To Die On The Side Of The Road…
I’m An Mortal And I Need A Goddess To Help Me Live…
I’m A Destruction And I Need Her Aid To Clean Up The Mess That Others Have Left…
I’m Colorless And I Need A Artist To Give To This Canvas Color I Call My Life…
I’m A Boy And I Need A Wonder Woman To Make Me A Superman…
The One Who Will Defend My Mind and Soul…
The One Who Can Save Me From The Other Prototypes…
The One Who Has Mastered The Power Of Love Is Willing To Share It Me…
The One Who Has The Power To Be A Wonderful Woman…
And As I Sit, The Prototypes Continue To Walk Pass Me With Their False Love, Hope and Wonder…
And I’m Still A Boy Searching To Become A Man And I Wonder…
Are You The Wonder Woman of My Life? ? ?
poem by Ashton Coverdale
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Thank You, My Darling
Thank you for giving my life meaning,
But even more for making our life possible.
Since we met, I have never felt alone.
Happiness is knowing that you are close by.
Your presence has made this house a home.
Ceilings, walls and floors are not bound
By nails and cement as much as by your love.
Paint and adornments are lifeless
Without the warmth of your presence.
Thank you for being your wonderful self
And being so generous to share life with me.
My only regret is that each passing year
With you at my side seems to rush faster.
My joy is that forever we will share life.
For this wonder I will always be grateful.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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The basis of our government being the opinion of the people, the very first object should be to keep that right and were it left to me to decide whether we should have a government without newspapers, or newspapers wthout government, I should not hesita
quote by Thomas Jefferson
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Michael Angelo In Reply To The Passage Upon His Staute Of Sleeping Night
'Night Speaks'
GRATEFUL is Sleep, my life in stone bound fast;
More grateful still: while wrong and shame shall last,
On me can Time no happier state bestow
Than to be left unconscious of the woe.
Ah then, lest you awaken me, speak low.
Grateful is Sleep, more grateful still to be
Of marble; for while shameless wrong and woe
Prevail, 'tis best to neither hear nor see.
Then wake me not, I pray you. Hush, speak low.
Come, gentle Sleep, Death's image tho' thou art,
Come share my couch, nor speedily depart;
How sweet thus living without life to lie,
Thus without death how sweet it is to die.
poem by William Wordsworth
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It was 1966 by the time I started taking pictures seriously and books, newspapers and magazines of the time were full of great pictures that helped to inspire me.
quote by Fay Godwin
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Down & Out
Well Im out on a tear cause shes tearing me apart
If I look rough on the outside, you ought to see my heart.
And this look in my eyes shows beyond a doubt,
Since my woman left, Im down and out.
Well, Im down at the bar, out of my mind,
Tighter than an eight-day clock with no way to unwind,
That jukebox cries the blues like it knows what Im about.
Since my woman left, Im down and out.
Well Im down to my last dollar, but I dont really care.
My friends have all got whiskey, and they dont mind if I share.
They know how it feels to have your heart torn inside out,
Since my woman left, Im down and out.
Well, Im down at the bar, out of my mind,
Tighter than an eight-day clock with no way to unwind,
That jukebox cries the blues like it knows what Im about.
Since my woman left, Im down and out.
Since my woman left, since my woman left,
Since my woman left, Im down and out.
song performed by by George Strait
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