Morning Fog
Damp gray morning fog
Lies heavy on the City
Pushing back the sun
poem by Forrest Hainline
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Numbness For Sound
A cold winter sun
My feet underground
A pale winter city
A numbness for sound
I'll wait back here
All that you notice
A moment in time
A photograph lost here
Since you were mine
I'll wait back here
Or should I
Start pushing my way back
Yeah, should I start
Pushing my way back
I walk past your room
In deep silhouette
You're tired of racing
You're down and I said
I'll wait back here
A cold end, and evening
A soaked cigarette
I'm asleep on a shoulder
That I've never met
I'll wait back here
Or should I
Start pushing my way back
Yeah, should I start
Pushing my way back
Cold, and the whiskey is wearing
And I'm on the edge of my breath
Oh, and I'm thinking of leaving
I could just lay down
Lay down and freeze to death
A cold winter sun
My feet underground
A pale winter city
A numbness for sound
song performed by by Howie Day
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In The Womb
STILL rests the heavy share on the dark soil:
Upon the black mould thick the dew-damp lies:
The horse waits patient: from his lowly toil
The ploughboy to the morning lifts his eyes.
The unbudding hedgerows dark against day’s fires
Glitter with gold-lit crystals: on the rim
Over the unregarding city’s spires
The lonely beauty shines alone for him.
And day by day the dawn or dark enfolds
And feeds with beauty eyes that cannot see
How in her womb the mighty mother moulds
The infant spirit for eternity.
poem by George William Russell
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Despair Is Heavy
DESPAIR IS HEAVY
Despair is heavy
And I am heavier than I have been in a long time-
The cold and the dark and the damp
Also weigh me down.
I still can move
But more slowly now
And with much more aching.
When will the minor pain become paralysis?
And when will the weight kill me?
Perhaps I am done forever
And will never move again
And the weight will take me all the way down
So low I will not even be aware anymore of my despair.
It is a heavy day now
And I am too heavy a person
And Heaviness is in the air
And rules the Universe
And everything is sinking down
And falling into its own meaninglessness.
Life is heavy
I am heavy
Everything is heavy now and getting heavier.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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[intro]
Yo, my name is Taquell A.K.A Baby Poppa
Told ya I know ali
Yall thought I was playin
I told yall I know the Lunatics
Leezy, Nelly, Spud, Murph AND Kyjuan man
I know all of em since '99
Before Country Grammar before the Free City album
And now, Big Lee got that Heavy Starch out in the streets
It's over fo' real
Now next time Baby Poppa tell you somethin
You better listen
So keep your ears open cuz it's Ali
Heavy Starch let's go
Yo, Ali, Heavy Starch
Heavy Starch
Heavy Starch
Say it again
Heavy Starch
Do it like we do Heavy Starch Big Lee
Big Leezy fo sheezie with Heavy Starcheezy
What's up Ali
Hey Ali Heavy Starch
Peace to Ali comin from Son keepin it real, luv
Yo what's up Ali
Shouts out to Big Lee yea
Ali
Heavy Starch
What's up Ali
Heavy Starch
Big Leezy with the Heavy Starch
What's crack-a-lackin Heavy Starch
Heavy Starch
What's up Ali
Heavy Starch
Hi Ali Heavy Starch
Heavy Starch Big Lee
Big Lee Heavy Starch, Heavy Heavy Heavy Starch hahaha one luv
Right on Ali Right on Heavy Starch
Ali Heavy Starch, whatever you do dirty, keep it St. Louis
song performed by by Eels
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Keep On Trying
Everybody is lazy
Nobody wants to do anything
Everyones crazy
At times I think Ive had enough of it
Living together
Its not a easy thing to begin
Making life a little better
Takes the power of your second please
Ive been around to love
Im trying hard, I know
I havent reach my ball
Ill do what I have to do
Someday well see it through
As long as I have you
Weve got to keep on pushing
(weve got to keep on pushing)
Weve got to keep on trying
(weve got to keep on trying)
Weve got to keep on pushing
(weve got to keep on pushing)
Weve got to keep on trying
(weve got to keep on trying)
Weve got to keep on pushing
(weve got to keep on pushing)
Weve got to keep on trying
(weve got to keep on trying)
Weve got to keep on pushing
(weve got to keep on pushing)
Weve got to keep on trying
(weve got to keep on trying)
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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Gravity Decides
I collide with the world again
Creep with the summer on my skin
Strapped to machinery, theory and catastrophe
Open up and let it in
Radar, we are, could be willing
Spot my eyes and cross the line
Tell me Im more than Im feeling
Say the mirror only lies
Theres more than gravity pushing on me
I know the hearts a muscle, too
See a pulse up close and quiver
Still holding back the rapture
Theres more than gravity pushing on me
Gravity decides
Radar, we are, could be willing
Spot my eyes and cross the line
Tell me Im more than Im feeling
Say the mirror only lies
Theres more than gravity pushing on me
I know the hearts a muscle, too
See a pulse up close and quiver
Still holding back the rapture
Theres more than gravity pushing on me
Gravity decides
Mirrors only lie
Gravity decides
song performed by by Folk Implosion
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The Drowned City
She once bore fruit of exquisite taste
Lemons, apples and bananas
Were eaten by sailors who came by
Her fruits bore life
The trees that she had
Sheltered the citizens from the sun
Now it is gone!
She will be no more
Trucks came by with bricks of stone
They built on her
A city that was cold
She was pushed back into a corner of herself
Eventually she drowned
When people come to visit her on the map
They were blinded by what they saw
They don’t know what lies under the sea
Under the sea lies a city in shock!
The city is no longer there
The city can no longer be
This was Olympus
But now she is I!
poem by Lee John Siebritz
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The Pretty, Pretty City
Now the city has a studded nose,
Because the city is so pretty, and the city knows:
The city, she almost fooled me underneath the
Chicken sky- The city is so pretty,
But the city lie:
I loved the city and all its vermilion moods and ice-creams,
With parks and busses and city airplanes
And city rides- City coffins and city dies;
And I watched the city get drunk and turn around
And raise its monuments and party down;
And I sat upon one of her benches in a speculating mood,
And wondered if the city was so pretty,
Why was she so rude: The vulgar nebulas of the city’s
Eyes, the narcissisms of its displays:
There are so many well suited boys better than I out walking
In their sunny city days:
And I realized, the city didn’t love me,
The city plays and paws and eats up little boys such as
Me- She said she loves her little poet boys, such as me,
But the sweet, sweet city lies,
Because the city is so pretty, studded nosed and stunning eyed,
But she uses her autumn facades to blind the autumn chicken skies-
The pretty, pretty city has me hypnotized,
But the pretty, pretty city lies.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Follow You Home
If you want me to do everything girl just for you
Change your mind telling me lies
Come and see you in the morning come and see u in the morning
Time after time, told me lies these are things girl which I despise
If I go wrong in your eyes, leave you girl in the morning,
Leave you girl in the morning
(instrumental)
As time goes by wish you had never treated me so bad
You know youre only going to want me back
Far away in the morning far away in the morning
If you want me to do everything girl just for you
Change your mind telling me lies
Come and see you in the morning, come and see you in the morning
Follow you home in the morning, follow you home in the morning
song performed by by Ufo
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The Funeral Bell
The funeral bell is ringing a reminder of our mortality
Farewelling a deceased soul one day 'twill ring for me
Ringing in the stillness of this cool Autumn day
Across the rural city in the morning damp and gray.
The funeral bell is pealing for one a last farewell
And few sounds sadder than the slow peals of the loud funeral bell
Above the streets and houses it echoes to the sky
For one bound for her or his last resting place the cemetery nearby.
The peewees in the town park distinctive in their call
And the magpie on a wattle pipe on this cool morning in the Fall
And for one who will not breathe again the eulogy is read
And the funeral bell is tolling in memory of the dead.
The funeral bell is ringing for one a last goodbye
And on the clock of our mortality the hours just seem to fly
Respect to the departed is all that we can pay
And for each and everyone of us a final night and day.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Inside My Head
Every time you think of me like your goddamn trophy
It just pushes me away
Pushes me away
I never said that I'd make you mine
Why do you insist on pushing all the time
I know it's not my vivid imagination
Telling you lies
Telling you lies
It's funny how you found the time
To expose yourself and be another one of these
Psychos all around me
Psychos all around me
Like to say my head's not right
My head's not right
Medicated aren't we all
Turning into you
Got me crazed with what you do
Inside my head there's a vision of you
And nothing's changing
Nothing's changing
I want to run away
And you says it's alright
I want to run away
Walk away
Just go
I think you're pushing, pushing
To seek and discover to notice you're different than all the rest
Kepp telling me to ask why
Would it really hurt you to leave me alone sometimes
To seek and discover your genius uncovered
Your pain
Nothing's changing
Nothing's changing
Medicated aren't we all
Turn me into you
Got me crazed with what you do
Inside my head there's a vision of you
And nothing's changing
Nothing's changing
I want to run away
And you says it's alright
I want to run away
Pushing me away
Pushing me away
Pushing me away
Pushing me, pushing me
Pushing me
Medicated aren't we all
Turning into you
Got me crazed with what you do
Inside my head there's a vision of you
And nothing's changing
Medicated aren't we all
Turning into you
Got me crazed with what you do
You do
Inside my head there's a vision of you
And nothing's changing
Nothing's changing
Nothing's changing
Maybe it's not me
It's all inside my head
Maybe it's not me
It's all inside my head
And nothing's changing
It's all inside my head
And nothing's changing
It's all inside my head
song performed by by Orgy
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Mad About You
Im mad about you
Youre mad about me babe
Couple of fools run wild arent we
Pushing the day into the nighttime
Somewhere between the two
We start to see
Mad about you (mad about you)
Lost in your eyes (reason aside)
Mad about love (mad about you)
You and i
Something bout you
Right here beside me
Touches the touched part of me like I cant believe
Pushing the night into the daytime
Watching the skys first light
While the city sleeps
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Lovely Day
when troubles come my way
i look to you and everything's ok
when help seems to disappear
i look to you and then its all so clear
when hard nights turn into hard days.
how i long to seek your face.
when blue skies turn to gray
i look to you and then i know its gonna be a
it's gonna be a lovely day
when i wake up in the morning, lord
and the sun light hurts my eyes
and something without warning, lord
bears heavy on my mind
then i look to you (then i look to you)
and the world's alright with me (and the world is alright)
just one look to you
and i know its gonna be (its gonna be)
i think its gonna a lovely day
[chorus]
(a lovely day)lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day [4x]
when the day that lies ahead of me
seems impossinle to face
when someone else instead of me
always seems to know the way you know thats when i look to you
then i look to you and the worlds alright (and the world's alright with me)
then i look to you and the world is alright with me
just one look to you( just one look to you and i know its gonna be)
(just one look to you) just one look to you and i know it's gonna be
( and i know its gonna be) i think its gonna be a lovely day
[chorus]
(a lovely day) lovely day, lovely day, lovely day, lovely day [4x]
when i wake up in the morning lord and the sun light hurts my eyes
and something without warning lord you know that it bears heavy on my mind.
when the day that lies ahead of me seems impossible to face,
and theres someone else instead of me always seems to know the way
then i look to you and the world is alright (and the world is alright with me)
then i look to you and the world is alright with me
j
song performed by by Out Of Eden
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Better Not Call
Just when I wake up baby you call
You're driving my mind up the side of the wall
I gave you my best now I'm beggin' you please
I'm not in the mood to see you on your knees
Sayin' you won't run on the street again
Sayin' you will come runnin' back again
Sayin' you won't buy on the street again
Sayin' you will come runnin' back again
Chorus:
But you better not call me
You'd better not cry
You'd better not wake me up in the morning
Just a telling me lies
No you had better not call, oh
I used to call her
Call, oh
I used to call her
Just when I'm knocked out, and baby you call
I look in your eyes and you're not there at all
Sayin' you won't run on the street again
Sayin' you will come runnin' back again
Sayin' you won't buy on the street again
Sayin' you will come runnin' back again
Chorus:
But you had better not call me
You'd better not cry
You'd better not wake me up in the morning
Just a telling me lies
No you had better not call me
You'd better not cry
You'd better not wake me up in the morning
Just a tellin' me lies
No you had better not call, oh
I used to call her
Call, oh
I used to call her
Solo
Sayin' you won't run on the street again
Sayin' you will come runnin' back again
Chorus:
But you had better not call me
You'd better not cry
You'd better not wake me up in the morning
Just a tellin' me lies
No you had better not call me
You'd better not cry
You'd better not wake me up in the morning
Just a tellin' me lies
No you had better not call, oh
I used to call her
Call, oh
I used to call her
song performed by by Zebra
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Tale of Three Cities
New York blasted London blasted
Singapore -
Ripped off each other's metaphoric balls,
Crumbling walls.
Priapic city monoliths -
Blue-sky scraping bastards -
Shout about their height (but really length) .
V8 arseholes didn't care -
Pumping shit into the air,
So long as they were always there to
Fart aloud a smoggy cloud,
Laughing at the weak asthmatic,
Humoured that it seems traumatic.
Watch the greedy cities oozing
Chair-bound fat committees, though they
Look a bunch of titties as they
Waffle on about the pound.
Ever thought to look around and see
That they were dead?
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Victor Galbraith. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Under the walls of Monterey
At daybreak the bugles began to play,
Victor Galbraith!
In the mist of the morning damp and gray,
These were the words they seemed to say:
'Come forth to thy death,
Victor Galbraith!'
Forth he came, with a martial tread;
Firm was his step, erect his head;
Victor Galbraith,
He who so well the bugle played,
Could not mistake the words it said:
'Come forth to thy death,
Victor Galbraith!'
He looked at the earth, he looked at the sky,
He looked at the files of musketry,
Victor Galbraith!
And he said, with a steady voice and eye,
'Take good aim; I am ready to die!'
Thus challenges death
Victor Galbraith.
Twelve fiery tongues flashed straight and red,
Six leaden balls on their errand sped;
Victor Galbraith
Falls to the ground, but he is not dead;
His name was not stamped on those balls of lead,
And they only scath
Victor Galbraith.
Three balls are in his breast and brain,
But he rises out of the dust again,
Victor Galbraith!
The water he drinks has a bloody stain;
'O kill me, and put me out of my pain!'
In his agony prayeth
Victor Galbraith.
Forth dart once more those tongues of flame,
And the bugler has died a death of shame,
Victor Galbraith!
His soul has gone back to whence it came,
And no one answers to the name,
When the Sergeant saith,
'Victor Galbraith!'
Under the walls of Monterey
By night a bugle is heard to play,
Victor Galbraith!
Through the mist of the valley damp and gray
The sentinels hear the sound, and say,
'That is the wraith
Of Victor Galbraith!'
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Retrace
in Dumaguete
at 4 o'clock in the morning
you went out of the ship to take a walk along
the boulevard: an old one
with a story to tell
the one that you like to hear
again and again
this time
the heavy rains intervened
forgivable as it is the first heavy rain in the city
for the past five months
people stand along the side
of the covered pathway
watching
the rain
you sit on one of those benches
where breakfast is served
cheap
fish and rice and coffee
the roof leaks
and drops of rain begins to hit
your shoulder
a man beside you
with some tattoo on his arms
looks at you like you are the man whom
he had been searching
all the years of his life
you stare back
sort of saying
you are not afraid
for this encounter
he looks away knowing that you also know
what betrayal is
what a war is
what killing fields are
he sidesteps your gaze
unzips his fly
and urinates pointing to the heavy rain
this is pure disrespect to the rain
you stop eating
brace the rain beyond the roof
bathes there
and walks away from there
this world is not absurd
it is logical
it knows when to stop and to begin again
when to stare back
when to back off and when to retrace its steps
along the boulevard
now the stories are becoming clear
and then the rain stops
you remember that was the song
precisely the lyrics are intact
but what for? you ask again
over and over again
you are so foolish.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Telling Lies
You tell your lies unto your daughters
You told those lies unto their fathers
You tell them lies, in such a disguise
So later in years them you could deny.
You tell your lies unto your friends
You told those lies to all your men
You make up an excuse, just to confuse
So no one knows what you put them through.
You tell your lies unto your teacher
You told your lies unto your preacher
You then shed a tear, so with pity they'd hear
And also when no one else is ever near.
You tell your lies to any caller
You told your lies unto your lawyer
You say any word, though may be absurd
Even though from someone else you heard.
You tell your lies in your prayer
You told those lies to the choir
But you still will be blamed, for all the pain
As sadly you and your lying will remain.
You will tell your lies each and everyday
You will tell those lies when you get old and gray
Sadly you will tell them till, your heart beats still
But then hearing those lies no one else ever will.
You will tell your lies when you meet GOD
You will tell those lies with a pitiful nod
You will beg him again, that you did no sin
But GOD will know where you have been.
You will tell your lies when you meet the Devil
You will tell those lies as as you are at the same level
But at you he will grin, as he knows all your sin
As with you all those times he too has been.
Your daughters will sin and tell their lies
As to anyone that will listen they will also cry
As you taught them not the truth, but only how to use
So also their destiny from lies they did choose.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Golden Years? (A day in the life of seniors)
When you are old and gray and full of sleep-
And the morning light breaks upon the hill-
Your weary bones creak with the havoc of arising-
Breaking the absolute of earlys morns still;
The stillness breaks the world awake-
As our gray fights to overcome infirmity-
Morning eggs stir yellow upon this stove of life-
And saves our sinews from utter calamity;
We move our sleepy bodies ever slowly-
Tired bones but awaiting the noontime sun-
Gray and old we manage our steps in frail paces-
As we do when day has finally begun;
A heaviness envelopes in late afternoon-
Four P.M. announces many a fragile yawn-
Heart beats struggle to flow the blood-
Congested from damage thats been done;
Dinner arrives with plates of health?
Struggling to make our nutrition right-
Preparing our gray bodies for ebons arrival-
Flannel nighties and long johns for the night;
The twilight and dusk permeate now-
As the sun sets over the hill in the west-
The old and the gray yawning eyes heavy lidded-
Prepare for a night of sleep and hopefully restoring rest;
poem by Theodora Onken
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