It's the Moral of the Thing
i like your hair she tells me
speaking everything but the lie
she describes it as the reason
why she could not stand to die
as she notices its flicker
and its beuty in the light
she relises it's rareness
it's beuty when in sight
she reaches out to touch it
i move away real fast
for looking should be enough
if you really want it to last
something so amazing
should never be abused
for once it has been broken
it can not be reused.
it's not the hair that matters
but the moral of this rhyme
for everything must die
as it grows older over time
poem by D.M. Barber
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People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beuty is revealed only if there is a light from within.
quote by Elizabeth Kubler-Ross
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Which Describes How Youre Feeling
Which describes how youre feeling all the time
Which describes how youre feeling all the
Feeling all the time
Theres this guy in the sky and he makes you want to
Want to make you sigh, like the time
When you felt like youre feeling all the time
And you sighed at the cracks in the ceiling all the time
You said Im feeling fine but it didnt really rhyme
It didnt rhyme, overseas
Which describes how youre feeling all the time
It describes how youre feeling
Which describes how youre feeling all the time
When you lie that your lifes unappealing all the time
But your lie doesnt rhyme with the word overseas
Overseas theres this guy
Who describes how youre feeling all the time
In his mind he can find how youre feeling all the time
From behind distant lines
Even straighter than his spine
Which is fine
Which is fine
And describes how youre feeling all the time
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Tire Tracks And Broken Hearts
(andrew lloyd webber/ jim steinman)
Producer for bonnie: jim steinman
Recorded in 1998 as part of the 'songs from whistle down the wind' project. the lyrics are from careful listening.
Another aimless day, another useless night
I want peroxide hair, i want some neon light
I got a new life waiting, i can't wait to begin it
The thing that gets me down, being young in this town
Is there's no future in it
I want a fine perfume, how 'bout a blue corvette?
If there's a slower death than living here and now
They haven't found it yet
I need a man who knows what i'm really worth
And i don't give a damn about life after death
But i gotta get some proof that there's a life after birth
Tire tracks and broken hearts, that's all we're leaving behind
It doesn't matter what we lose, it only matters what we're going to find
Tire tracks and broken hearts, let's get away from the past
So many ways to stay hungry baby, so many ways to go fast
I want a push-up bra, i want some satin sheets
Give me some real rich food, i want some succulent sweets
I want you by my side, you'll be all my own
I don't know what i want half the time, but i know know
That i don't want to spend another minute alone
Tire tracks and broken hearts, that's all we're leaving behind
It doesn't matter what we lose, it only matters what we're going to find
Tire tracks and broken hearts, let's get away from the past
So many ways to stay hungry baby, so many ways to go fast
(do do, da do do, da do do, da down down down)
Those good girls never know what they're missing
But us bad girls almost always do
And what we're missing most are the real good times
I want them bad and i want them now
I was born going faster than the limits allow
I want it bad and i want it now
We were born going faster than the limits allow
Faster than the limits allow
Right here, right now!
Tire tracks and broken hearts, that's all we're leaving behind
It doesn't matter what we lose, it only matters what we're going to find
Tire tracks and broken hearts, let's get away from the past
So many ways to stay hungry baby, so many ways to go fast
I wanna show you what i want you to do
Where and when and how
I want it bad and i want it now
We were born going faster than the limits allow
I wanna show you what i want you to do
Where and when and how
I want it bad and i want it now
We were born going faster than the limits allow
Tire tracks and broken hearts, that's all we're leaving behind
It doesn't matter what we lose, it only matters what we're going to find
Tire tracks and broken hearts, let's get away from the past
So many ways to stay hungry baby, so many ways to go fast
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Lookism
Black hair,
Blonde hair,
Brown hair,
And blue,
Earrings,
And nose rings,
And belly rings too,
Skinny jeans,
Baggy jeans,
Purple checkered and
Colored jeans too.
Looks and more looks
Are everywhere you look.
Their on TV
And in real life.
They are in church
And on the street.
We’re always concerned with our looks cuz they are all around.
They define
Loser
And punk
To preppy and
Rich.
What you look like describes your personality.
But why?
If you where tight jeans why must you be skater?
Of if you wear your hair black,
Why must you be punk or Goth?
It is all just in our heads,
You can wear tight jeans and be Goth,
Or black hair and be prep,
Why are looks so defining?
Because we make them so.
Why do people do this?
Hell if I know.
It is all just a mirage.
None of its real.
So why are looks such a big deal?
Why do we try and make believe,
If you look like that then you must be this?
There is no point to this strange behavior.
So lets stop this lookism and just get to someone despite how they look.
poem by BlackXWhiteFeathers Raven Mendez
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Tire Track & Broken Hearts
(andrew lloyd webber/ jim steinman)
Producer for bonnie: jim steinman
Recorded in 1998 as part of the songs from whistle down the wind project. the lyrics are from careful listening.
Another aimless day, another useless night
I want peroxide hair, I want some neon light
I got a new life waiting, I cant wait to begin it
The thing that gets me down, being young in this town
Is theres no future in it
I want a fine perfume, how bout a blue corvette?
If theres a slower death than living here and now
They havent found it yet
I need a man who knows what Im really worth
And I dont give a damn about life after death
But I gotta get some proof that theres a life after birth
Tire tracks and broken hearts, thats all were leaving behind
It doesnt matter what we lose, it only matters what were going to find
Tire tracks and broken hearts, lets get away from the past
So many ways to stay hungry baby, so many ways to go fast
I want a push-up bra, I want some satin sheets
Give me some real rich food, I want some succulent sweets
I want you by my side, youll be all my own
I dont know what I want half the time, but I know know
That I dont want to spend another minute alone
Tire tracks and broken hearts, thats all were leaving behind
It doesnt matter what we lose, it only matters what were going to find
Tire tracks and broken hearts, lets get away from the past
So many ways to stay hungry baby, so many ways to go fast
(do do, da do do, da do do, da down down down)
Those good girls never know what theyre missing
But us bad girls almost always do
And what were missing most are the real good times
I want them bad and I want them now
I was born going faster than the limits allow
I want it bad and I want it now
We were born going faster than the limits allow
Faster than the limits allow
Right here, right now!
Tire tracks and broken hearts, thats all were leaving behind
It doesnt matter what we lose, it only matters what were going to find
Tire tracks and broken hearts, lets get away from the past
So many ways to stay hungry baby, so many ways to go fast
I wanna show you what I want you to do
Where and when and how
I want it bad and I want it now
We were born going faster than the limits allow
I wanna show you what I want you to do
Where and when and how
I want it bad and I want it now
We were born going faster than the limits allow
Tire tracks and broken hearts, thats all were leaving behind
It doesnt matter what we lose, it only matters what were going to find
Tire tracks and broken hearts, lets get away from the past
So many ways to stay hungry baby, so many ways to go fast
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Soon
(from relayer: the gates of delirium)
Soon oh soon the light
Pass within and soothe the endless night
And wait here for you
Our reason to be here
Soon oh soon the time
All we move to gain will reach and calm
Our heart is open
Our reason to be here
Long ago, set into rhyme
Soon oh soon the light
Ours to shape for all time, ours the right
The sun will lead us
Our reason to be here
The sun will lead us
Our reason to be here
song performed by by Yes
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Soon
(from relayer: the gates of delirium)
Soon oh soon the light
Pass within and soothe the endless night
And wait here for you
Our reason to be here
Soon oh soon the time
All we move to gain will reach and calm
Our heart is open
Our reason to be here
Long ago, set into rhyme
Soon oh soon the light
Ours to shape for all time, ours the right
The sun will lead us
Our reason to be here
The sun will lead us
Our reason to be here
song performed by by Yes
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Moon
Mesmerizing with it`s silvery flow
It`s beuty will grow and grow.
Accomodating the blazing sun
The moon has a new era begun
Controling the waves and tides
Only one side deos it hides
poem by Shawn William Blackburn
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Want More Hair?
I'd love
I think
more hair
more hair
like a big
old grizzly bear
more hair makes
you manly
more hair
makes you tough
more hair feels
like carpet
more hair keeps
you rough
more hair
for pretty ladies
to rub their faces on
more hair for
guys to jealous of
and more locks that can
be flung
I think more hair would be awesome
but I wouldn't wanna overdo it
because too much hair would make
me like a little furry blanket
and I couldn't cover both of us
just you and that ain't fair
more hair!
poem by John W. McEwers
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Rope hair woman
Rope hair woman
Where you’re off to tonight
Rope hair woman
You’re lookin’ out of sight
O rope hair woman
I love with all my might
Rope hair woman if you could if you can
Let me be your dread lock man.
Dread lock man
Can you understand
That a rope hair woman
Does all that she can
To move you to that sexual point
Better then your hand
O rope hair woman
Here is my plain
Rope hair woman I will give
Up my womanly man
O rope hair woman
The world can understand
That you want a dread lock man.
poem by David E. Patton
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We Live So Fast
Please dont ask me to stay
Im leaving this town
Dont worry now
Believe me as I believe that
Luck is on my side
The future is mine
If I can find
A way through these strange days of my life
We live so fast
Motion, motion
No time to waste
Use it, use it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Make the first step and reach out for tomorrow
We live so fast
Motion, motion
We cant stand still
Move it, move it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Move out of my way its time to make it happen
The streets deserted and cold
Theyre not paved with gold
But I dont care
For those who think young will still survive
Making their move
Hoping to prove
That they can face
This big city, small world, big time
We live so fast
Motion, motion
No time to waste
Use it, use it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Make the first step and reach out for tomorrow
We live so fast
Motion, motion
We cant stand still
Move it, move it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Move out of my way its time to make it happen
But now I know their ways
I found my place
Saw their true face
Theres nothing to stay for so Ill go
Ill pick up the phone
Still searching for home
We life so fast
Alone but not lonely I move on
We live so fast
Motion, motion
No time to waste
Use it, use it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Make the first step and reach out for tomorrow
We live so fast
Motion, motion
We cant stand still
Move it, move it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Move out of my way its time to make it happen
song performed by by Heaven 17
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Real Love
fall into the century of supersonic cross
blessed she in aching silence
eternal loss
calling out a warm surrender
a locket of her hair
I sympathize her pious pleasures
go down the stairs
into the dark again
to feel alive again
can't wait for
real love
or is it me you're after
is it time
cause it's now or never
real love
real love forever
real love
born of the ball and chain
into a world sustained with sorrow
real love
a real touch we're speaking
is it lies
or is it what we're seeking
real love
in the eyes behold and you'll find the 21st century
detonate her will and her widowed speech
buried in the backyard shadow
the rusty coffee tin
that held her mother's first kiss of nameless dream
fall down the stairs again
to feel alive against tomorrow
real love
or is it me you're after
is it time
cause it's now or never
real love
real love forever
is it mine
or just yours to treasure
real love
real love
real love
we never listen
real love will listen
and tell of our fortune
real love is riches
scratch through the changes
real love is nameless
so tired and hopeless
real love is painless
nobody mentions
we ever move to collect
the solar questions
demons' scorn surround relax
the laws of gravity
real love
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins from Machina II / Friends and Enemies of Modern Music
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Hairbrush
how i wish my fingers were the bristles
or my breath were the wind when it whistles
thru your hair, thru your hair
i wish you'd hold me in your hands
and let me skate thru all the strands
of your hair, of your hair
i could style it anyway you like it
i could brush it straight or even spike it
au contraire! au contraire!
or i would wait patiently in my box
until next i would comb the locks
of your hair, of your hair
i would braid it tight, tousle, and tease!
or pull it back in a ponytail, if you please;
if you dare, if you dare
how often is it a man confesses
that he wish to run barefoot thru the tresses
of your hair, of your hair?
you may think me a little touch'd
but can i tell you just how much
i hate your hairbrush?
this obsession may be zealous
but can i tell you just how jealous
i am of your hairbrush? !
poem by Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler
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Hair today gone tomorrow
Some people have got a lot of hair
whilst others have hardly any at all
many have a thick looking mop
for a lot it's just a bright shiny ball.
It's there to cover a persons head
shades of black, brown, blonde, and grey,
some of it stays firmly in place
but in the wind a wig can be blown away.
Women like to try different styles
they can become a redhead overnight
but always say their hair looks nice
that's if you don't want to start a fight.
As you get older it starts to change colour
your dark locks can even turn white
that's when a lot of folk start to dye it
but for some reason it never looks right.
So if your hair is starting to fall out
or you've got not one hair on top
just think of all the money you'll save
with no more trips to your local barber shop!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Nothing Even Matters
Now the skies could fall
Not even if my boss should call
The world it seems so very small
'Cause nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
See I don't need no alcohol
Your love makes me feel ten feet tall
Without it I'd go through withdrawal
'Cause nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
These buildings could drift out to sea
Some natural catastrophe
Still there's no place I'd rather be
'Cause nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
You're part of my identity
I sometimes have the tendency
To look at you religiously
'Cause nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Now you won't find me at no store
I have no time for manicures
With you it's never either or
'Cause nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
Now my team could score
And make it to the Final Four
Just repossess my 4x4
'Cause nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
song performed by by Lauryn Hill from The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill
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Time To Move On
Its time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
Its time to move on, it s time to get going
Broken skyline, movin through the airport
Shes an honest defector
Conscientious objector
Now her own protector
Broken skyline, which way to love land
Which way to something better
Which way to fo rgiveness
Which way do, I go
Its time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
Its time to move on, its time to get going
Sometime later, getting the words wrong
Wasting the meaning, and losing the rhyme
Nauseous adrenaline
Like breakin up a dog fight
Like a deer in the headlights
Frozen in real time
Im losing my mind
Its time to move on, time to get going
Wh at lies ahead I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
Its time to move on, its time to get going
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Gone but not forgotten.
My father's bald and wears a wig
My older brother shaves his head
I wonder is it infra dig
Agreeing with what mother said.
About masculine vanity.
Women prefer a man with hair
Though they accept that it might be.
Only temporarily there.
The hair you run your fingers through
By middle age may disappear
The only thing that you can do.
Is stroke his ego not his hair.
He's still the man you chose to wed.
Although his hair has departed.
Wednesday,18 April 2012
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Observations...
Observation is what it means to be a poet,
And the nip held is the key to show it..
Whenever the eyes enable one to write on,
The one slides the pen for the heart to be light on..
The hands can't deny when the eyes see,
They see the nature's amazing beauty..
And the heart does partake in the letters of one..
And the feelings go right till brain says 'WELL DONE'!
Just like the moon's beauty* reflected it..
Beautiful* shook myself off, the beauty deflected it..
And the loneliness* felt in the All-fans Shut..
Tells that the feelings emerge till the Beats are cut..
When the breeze ruffles one's hair
And the rain contributes to the share,
The feelings of observation stimulate the hand..
And the nip does the rest and ovations do stand..
With the letters go and the rhythm overlaps,
And each line goes one by one like race's laps..
The rhyme don't need vocab; the feelings do all..
For the Observations keep it upto the soul...
poem by Abhinit Chute
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This Morning At The Barbershop
This morning at the barbershop,
a barber is busy with the hair
of a much older grey haired man
that he is trimming neatly
and a young man
sits in one of the barber’s chairs.
When I sit down to wait
the young man rises
turning to me
and asks if he can cut my hair.
I was happy to get attention immediately
while the other barber was finishing
with the older man,
as he looks to finely tuned to me.
My hair was smartly cut
with a pair of scissors
and the young barber
held his fingers
to determine the length
and I wanted it shorter
than just cutting off the ends
while the other barber
first took a hair blower
from a drawer,
sprayed something over his own hair
before he started to blow it in the mirror
and he then said
that he cannot go
to the bank to wait in line
with a head looking like Tut’s ass
and I saw my locks
falling dark brown
with dots of grey around me
and saw the other barber
combing his long hair
and smiled at myself
about the vanity of humanity
while I looked at myself
and were starting to look much better.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Another Day In Quicksand
The other side of the platinum door
another day in quicksand
Still feel close to nowhere
I hope this is the right way
How come you see me as an enemy?
We just think in different words
I see beuty in dead flowers
I let the tide show me what's next
But all you do is fade away
There's no shame in being the fool
I've been to places you'll never find
The empty plate that you call home
Won't bring glimmer to future years
By myself, staring into space
You're just bored of the silence it makes
song performed by by In Flames
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