The Missing of One
Sick in pit of stomach, sick
Thick thoughts of trips gone so quick
Photo trick, when album flicked
Sit n flick, bit by bit
Brick by brick memories flit
Only Good times tick, not kick n kick
Grap my kit, snap out of it
No longer need this shit.
poem by Casual Diamond
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Little Dick And The Clock
When Dicky was sick
In the night, and the clock,
As he listened, said 'Tick-
Atty--tick-atty--tock!'
He said that _it_ said,
Every time it said 'Tick,'
It said 'Sick,' instead,
And he _heard_ it say 'Sick!'
And when it said 'Tick-
Atty--tick-atty--tock,'
He said it said 'Sick-
Atty--sick-atty--sock!'
And he tried to _see_ then,
But the light was too dim,
Yet he _heard_ it again--
And't was _talking_ to him!
And then it said 'Sick-
Atty--sick-atty--sick
You poor little Dick-
Atty--Dick-atty--dock!
Have you got the hick-
Atties? Hi! send for Doc
To hurry up quick
Atty--quick-atty--quock,
And heat a hot brick-
Atty--brick-atty--brock,
And rikle-ty wrap it
And clickle-ty clap it
Against his cold feet-
Al-ty--weep-aty--eepaty--
_There_ he goes, slapit-
Ty--slippaty--sleepaty!'
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Kick, Kick, Kick.
When hurt kick,
When lonely kick,
When embaressed kick,
When happy kick,
When sad kick,
When nervous kick,
When laughing kick,
When crying kick,
When sick kick,
When playing kick,
When dead kick...
If you can!
I mean, what are those feet for?
Kick, kick, kick...
If you still can!
poem by Azeem AbdulRahim
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0142. Fighting Created by my friend: Colby Magee
Im right sick of all this shit cant call it shit,
Instead of always trying to swallow it i just blow up and punch and kick.
After all that i start to feel sick.
I try and try sort it all out.
But all my thoughts do is make me drown.
Its just what i do in general for life.
I get sick of stuff blow up and get sick.
Then i try to think about all of it and,
All it does is drive me insane cause theres no way out,
Of any of it...
poem by Sunset Moonshine
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Ambidextrous!
Ambidextrous!
Trick and treat,
Amends,
Amusement,
But, i saw another person in the picture.
Trick, kick, lick, sick, pick, quick!
Aeon,
And, they ended up at the same place;
Muse, amused!
Mick, brick, Rick, Buick, flick;
And like crossing Louis River!
Adduce,
Age, adage!
And, as fast as anything.
Location, allocation!
Nick, wick, hick, stick, Vick;
And like the water from yesterday,
treat, beat, wheat, eat, meat, peat, cheat! !
But now, Captain Jack is back in town.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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And There is... a Brick
And there is a brick
A wall that not speak
Silent and still
and doesn't have any will
That is a brick
Some may pray, some may weep
Some kick the brick
That is a brick
Shield not to hurt
Human that lock their minds
But let the brick
takes the wind of change
without regretting
what both sides couldn't send
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Have you ever been sick?
Have you ever been sick?
Walked that hospital floor with a stick
Have you ever been sick?
Had an operation painted graphically horrific
My knees, weak they felt
I heard their voices melt
Into pain from poor health
For them rebirth or death sickness spelt
Suddenly I realized life is not static
While listening to a tale so tragic
A mother cried at sicknesses trick
Her family of four it decided to pick
At any time we can lose
Anyone sickness decides to abuse!
Have you ever been sick?
In vain visited numerous clinics
Have you ever been sick?
Wondering where life will next kick
Have you ever had a cough?
Thinking you are having it so rough
Have you ever suffered from heat?
Knowing others gave up there in defeat
Have you suffered from cuts?
Or open wounds that severely hurt
Have you ever looked at the sick?
And thought anyone of them eccentric
Health is wealth and good health for sure
Is created by thoughts that are deemed pure
While the clock goes tick-tock-tick
If you ever find yourself sick
It helps to eliminate the negative traffic
With more than just a mere flick
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Sick With The Music
Flick your Bic to the Music.
Don't you know how to get
sick with the music.
Do a high kick to the music.
Twirl a walking stick to the music.
tweak and wreak with the music.
Have mystique with the music.
Make it slick with the music.
I'm all the way sick with the music.
run a pick with the music,
do a trick with the music.
quick as a finger prick with the music.
are you ready to click
with the music? There we go,
what do you know?
Now, we're all the way sick
with the music.
Buddy Bee Anthony
poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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The Tower That Ate People
There's a bump in the basement
There's a knocking on the wall
In the pumping of the pistons
I swear I heard you call
There's a bump in the basement
There's a hole in the floor
There's a guard in the garden
Locking up the door
There's a rumble in the floorboards
No shutting out the sound
And the workers down below me
Digging underground
Feel the building all around me
Like a wrap of armoured skin
But the more we are protected
The more we're trapped within
Tell it like it is
Till there's no misunderstanding
When you strip it right back
Man feed machine
Machine feed man
Tell it like it is
Till there's no misunderstanding
You make up what you like
Man feed machine
Machine feed man
?
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
Brick by brick by brick by brick we're building
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Where Am I Going
(cy coleman / dorothy fields)
Where am I going?
And what will I find?
Whats in this grab-bag
That I call my mind?
What am I doing
Alone on the shelf?
Aint it a shame
But no-ones to blame but myself
Which way is clear
When youve lost your way
Year after year
Do I keep falling in love
For just the kick of it?
Staggering through
The thin and thick of it
Hating each old
And tired trick of it
Know what I am
Im good and sick of it
Where am I going?
Why do I care?
Run where its foul
Or run where its fair
No matter where I run
I meet myself there
Looking inside me
What do I see?
Anger and hope and doubt
What am I all about?
And where am I going?
You tell me
When youve lost your way
Year after year
Do I keep falling in love
For just the kick of it?
Staggering through
The thin and thick of it
Hating each old
And tired trick of it
Know what I am
Im good and sick of it
Where am I going?
Why do I care?
Run to the bronx
Or washington square
No matter where I run
I meet myself there
Looking inside me
What do I see?
Anger and hope and doubt
What am I all about?
And where am I going?
Where am I going?
Where?
Tell me where?
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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kick kick kick
when bored kick
when hurt kick
when ignored kick
when lost kick
when you're listed out
kick
when you're dead
kick
if you can.
what are those feet for?
kick, kick, kick,
if you still can
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Yang Yang
Yang yang holds on to a giant phone,
Yang yangs soft voice goes on and on,
I hate you, I hate you, where did it go wrong?
Yangyang goes talking to himself on the phone.
Yang yang sends his men pebbles and stones,
Yang yang rips his women down to the bones.
I own you, I own you, so give us a song,
Yangyang goes talking to his world on the phone.
Yang yangs born with a phone cord round his neck,
Yang yang never fails to stick to his kick.
I want you, I want you, youre making me sick.
But yangyang, the chords never long enough
To reach your mommys trick.
Yang yang yang yang yang,
Yang yang yang yang yang,
Yang yang, snap out,
Give up, cut out,
Tune up and join us,
Join the revolution,
Join the revolution.
No kick is good enough for lifetime substitution,
No brick will give you a lifetime consolation.
And whether you dig it or not,
We outnumber you in population.
And leave your private institution,
Get down to real communication,
Leave your scene of destruction
And join us in revolution.
Yang yang yang yang yang,
Yang yang yang yang yang,
Yang yang, wake up,
Give up, cut out,
Come out and join us,
Join the revolution,
Join the revolution.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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So SiCk
Im so sick.
Sick of love, people and life.
Fucking take it.
just take it all.
It aint nothing but shit.
Shit thats not working out for me.
Its all just so damn mean.
Sick to my stomach,
just thinking of how worthless my love is becoming.
Well, god il be coming
poem by Ashley Carnes
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Tired sick.
When you don't have something that is what is everyone craves,
Then the trouble begins in waves. '
The clock loudly and soundly does tick
While you get tired sick.
You go do something that depends on others
Better do quick lest disagree your mothers.
Rhyme does you no then good,
Seems like that something is the only food.
The world beats around in their newly acquired fun
While you sit alone there, one and only one.
The clock loudly does tick
making you sick; really really sick
Tired of the fun, you go sit one,
While the music subsides and leaves you then,
With what you want.
The clock does tick,
Making you tired sick.
poem by Pablo Picasso
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The Watch
I wakened on my hot, hard bed;
Upon the pillow lay my head;
Beneath the pillow I could hear
My little watch was ticking clear.
I thought the throbbing of it went
Like my continual discontent,
I thought it said in every tick:
I am so sick, so sick, so sick;
O death, come quick, come quick, come quick,
Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick.
poem by Frances Darwin Cornford
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The Watch
I wakened on my hot, hard bed;
Upon the pillow lay my head;
Beneath the pillow I could hear
My little watch was ticking clear.
I thought the throbbing of it went
Like my continual discontent;
I thought it said in every tick:
I am so sick, so sick, so sick:
O death, come quick, come quick, come quick,
Come quick, come quick, come quick, come quick...
poem by Barry Cornwall
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Kick Kick Kick
when bored kick
when hurt kick
when ignored kick
when lost kick
when you're listed out
kick
when you're dead
kick
if you can.
what are those feet for?
kick, kick, kick,
if you still can
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Kick Start
We need a kick start
We need a quick solution
We need a next step
If we're really going
If we're really going
We sit on our couch
While we watch our TV
And the phone doesn't ring
And it's perfect
To be here playing house
Is no comfort to me
It's just more of the same
Again and again and again
We need a kick start
We need a quick solution
We need a next step
If we're really going
If we're really going
Trying so hard
To dig ourselves out
Cause we're stuck and we're scared
And we're thinking
Things have to change
It's the thoughts that don't count
Can something be done?
Don't let this decision drag on
We need a kick start
We need a quick solution
We need a next step
If we're really going
If we're really going
We need a big push
To reach the right conclusion
So we can get there
If we're really going
If we're really going
Let's go.
We need a quick solution
We need a next step
To reach the right conclusion
We need a kick start
We need a kick start
song performed by by Lisa Loeb from Cake & Pie
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Kick the Can
Said she worshipped me
Her eyes were all ablaze
Cames home from work one day
She said she could not stay
Kick the can
Kick the can on down the road
Then I turned to love another
Promised I would treat her better
When it was all through and done
I was just another
Kick the can
Kick the can on down the road
How many times have I heard those words
How many times do I turn over
All I know there are no answers
So please my heart just take cover...and
Kick the can
Kick the can on down the road
poem by Midnights Voice
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Trickle, pickle fiddlestick
tickles thick the lim-e-rick.
Brick to kick
wick to lick,
Menshevik with carrotstick.
quote by by Herbert Nehrlich
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I Get A Kick Out Of You
Writer Cole Porter
I get no kick from champagne
Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at'all
So tell me why should it be true?
That I get a kick out of you
Some people go for cocaine
I'm sure that if I took even one sniff
That would bore me terrifically too
Still I get a kick out of you
I get a kick every time I see you
Standin' there before me
I get a kick though it's clear to see
You obviously don't adore me, aww
I get no kick in a plane
Flying too high with some guy in the sky
Is my idea of nothin' to do
Still I get a kick out of you
Yes I get a kick out of you
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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