The Passion of a Fine Young Man
The cap is off
but the ink is gone
and hope
is a rope
i hung myself on
they'd like me to do
tricks in my cage
'cause passion's in fashion
and i'm full of rage
they'd like me to hit
some sickly sweet note
it's late
and i hate
whatever i wrote
they'd like me to be
what i am not
but happy
and sappy
i must have forgot
they'd like me to try
to seize every day
tomorrow
more sorrow
i feel sick anyway
they want me to think
quite positively
and tonight
i might
just watch more t.v
they forced off my cap
and the passion is gone
and hope
and rope
they'll hang themselves on
poem by Mariena Soares
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Passion Of Tomorrow
PASSION OF TOMORROW
The passion of tomorrow
The lost passion for a stranger
The new passion of all days
The passion of tomorrow
Won’t be the only sorrow
Kissing you makes me feel dizzy
Wondering why are you still busy
Let go of yourself surrender
Open up to the sweet offender
The passion of today
Won’t let it go away
Even though forbidden
Keep the entangled hidden
Wish for your embrace
I feel like being in a haze
The passion of yesterday
Belongs to other days
Walks on the shore are gone
Watching the sun go down
Flows of tears were shed
until my heart was over fed
The passion of tomorrow
I just want it to grow and grow
I get troubled by love night mares
Torn between the no or do I dare
For you I feel this nagging hunger
Striking me like hundreds of thunders
The passion of tomorrow
The lost passion for a stranger
The new passion of all days
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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I Hope That I Get Old Before I Die
Sometimes I feel like being wispy
And once in a while I feel like being dry
But were doomed and were drowned by this feeling we surround
So I hope that I get old before I die
Ohhhhh
Its a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope
And I wonder why this hasnt happened
Why why why
And I think about the dirt that Ill be wearing for a shirt
And I hope that I get old before I die
Clear off the kitchen table darling
For on the kitchen table I must lie
Im just tired for my wife just served the banquet of my life
And I hope that I get old before I die
Ohhhhh
Its a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope
And I wonder why this hasnt happened
Why why why
And I think about the dirt that Ill be wearing for a shirt
And I hope that I get old before I die
Ohhhhh
Its a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope
And I wonder why this hasnt happened
Why why why
And I think about the dirt that Ill be wearing for a shirt
And I hope that I get old before I die
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The Skipping-Rope
SURE never yet was antelope
Could skip so lightly by.
Stand off, or else my skipping-rope
Will hit you in the eye.
How lightly Whirls the skipping-rope !
How fairy-like you fly !
Go, get you gone, you muse and mope -
I hate that silly sigh.
Nay, dearest, teach me how to hope,
Or tell me how to die.
There, take it, take my skipping-rope,
And hang yourself thereby.
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Velvet Rope (feat. Vanessa Mae)
Featuring Vanessa Mae]
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
This special need
That's within us
Brings out the best
Yet worst in us
Follow the passion
That's within you
Living the truth
Will set you free
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
Put others down
To fill us up
Oppressing me
Will oppress you
Outside leave judgment
Outside leave hate
One love's the answer
You'll find in you
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
song performed by by Janet Jackson
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Welcome To My Kitchen
Welcome to my kitchen
I will just about be dishin'
Up as much as you can take
Scoop my heart into a plate
Step into the light
And my eyes are open wide
Let me flash at you a smile
That I've been practising a while
As much as you can take
If I fall off the stage
Will you feel fully entertained
Well I really don't mind
If you're not listenin'
I could be myself
I could be somebody else
There's a million other people
That I'd rather be
But its much
Too much too late
Oh welcome tonight
Hope you're feeling alright
I could be cornering myself
Out here in a daze
Don't believe what I say
I'm full of promises of
I should be alone
You know I shoulda stayed at home
But these butterflies inside
Wanna take me for a ride
Its over pretty quickly
Still it makes me feel quite sickly
And I hope that you don't mind
You know I do it all the time
I often wonder why
Oh welcome tonight
Hope you're feeling alright
I could be cornering myself
Out here in a daze
Don't believe what I say
I'm full of promises
Ah la la la la
Hope you're feeling alright
Oh welcome tonight
Hope you're feeling alright
song performed by by Bic Runga
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Dont Hang Me On
When will you touch the sky. will you stop to wonder why. excitement is your pain. while I am helpless once again. take it out on me. if it makes you feel. that once again youre free. dont try
Ang me on. this rope of greed. this rope I feed you. cos if Im hanging on. you wont be there to watch me bleed over you. your eyes reveal your tale. when silence scares your words away. you only turn to me. when it becomes too hard to see. take it out on me. if it makes you feel. that once again youre free. dont try to hang me on. this rope of greed. this rope I feed you. cos if Im hanging on. you wont be there to watch me bleed over you.
song performed by by Toto
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Hope That I Get Old Before I Die
Sometimes I feel like being wispy
And once in a while I feel like being dry
But we're doomed and we're drowned by this feeling we surround
So I hope that I get old before I die
It's a long, long rope they use to hang you soon I hope
And I wonder why this hasn't happened
Why why why
And I think about the dirt that I'll be wearing for a shirt
And I hope that I get old before I die
Clear off the kitchen table darling
For on the kitchen table I must lie
I'm just tired for my wife just served the banquet of my life
And I hope that I get old before I die
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Tie A Knot, Hang On
Life can bring great challenges,
disappointment and despair.
At times we want to just give up,
from pressures hard to bear.
Life on earth can be beautiful.
We must never give up hope.
Tie a knot, and hang on for dear life,
when you're at the end of your rope.
The rope represents our earth life,
whether happy, sad, or fraught.
Our Savior's great atoning love,
represents the saving knot.
If we will but have faith in Him
when our rope is at it's end,
He'll be the knot that stops our fall,
and helps our lives to mend..
poem by Ron Tranmer
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Caged
Suppres this rage and turn the page.
Keep moving on to better days.
To all the negativity that you've played.
It's brought you down and left you dazed.
What good trails has it blazed?
Pilling up misery in your way.
No good can come.
You're in a cage.
Locked inside with devouring rage.
You can't even have a peaceful day.
You have no hope.
Hanging by this treacherous rope.
Stewing there like a colassal dope.
So move on now and stop this rip.
Try your best to get a grip.
It will be much more pleasent on this trip.
You can't live your life in rage filled time.
Against yourself it's such a crime.
Everonward you should climb.
It gets better without the slime.
That fills your mind with evil chimes.
It's so much better when you've released this line.
The clarity you feel is so sublime.
So once you get past the rage.
You'll be getting to better days.
When you'll be well and before the spill.
Forever happy you're out of jail.
poem by Michael McParland
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Non Sum Qualis Eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
poem by Ernest Dowson
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Cynara
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Non Sum Qualis eram Bonae Sub Regno Cynarae
Last night, ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine
There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed
Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine;
And I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat,
Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay;
Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
When I awoke and found the dawn was gray:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I have forgot much, Cynara! gone with the wind,
Flung roses, roses riotously with the throng,
Dancing, to put thy pale, lost lilies out of mind;
But I was desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, all the time, because the dance was long:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
I cried for madder music and for stronger wine,
But when the feast is finished and the lamps expire,
Then falls thy shadow, Cynara! the night is thine;
And I am desolate and sick of an old passion,
Yea, hungry for the lips of my desire:
I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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Velvet Rope
Chorus:
We have a special need
To feel that we belong
Come with me inside
Inside my velvet rope
Repeat chorus
This special need
That's within us
Brings out the best
Yet the worst in us
Follow the passion
That's within you
Living in the truth
Will set you free
Chorus
Put others down
To feel us up
Oppressing me
Will oppress you
Outside leave judgement
Outside leave hate
One love's the answer
You'll find in you
Chorus
song performed by by Janet Jackson from The Velvet Rope
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The Worlds Greatest
I am a mountain.
I am a tall tree.
Oh I am a swif wind sweeping the country.
I am river down in the valley.
Oh I am a vision, I can see clearly.
If any one asks you who I am just stand up tall look them in the face and say..
Im that star up in the sky
Im that moutain deep up high.
Hey you made it
Im the worlds greatest*m
Im that little bit of hope in my backs against the rope I can feel it, mm
Im the worlds greatest.
I am a giant.
I am a egale.
Oh I am a lion down in the jungle
I am a marching band
I am the people
I am heavin head
I am a hero
If any one asks you who I am just stand up tall look them in the face and say..
Im that star up in the sky
Im that moutain deep up high.
Hey you made it
Im the worlds greatest
Im that little bit of hope in my backs against the rope I can feel it.
Im the worlds greatest.
Im that star up in the sky
Im that moutain deep up high.
Hey you made it
Im the worlds greatest
Im that little bit of hope in my backs against the rope I can feel it.
Im the worlds greatest.
Ohh
Im that star up in the sky
Im that moutain deep up high.
Hey you made it
Im the worlds greatest
Im that little bit of hope in my backs against the rope I can feel it.
Im the worlds greatest.
Im that star up in the sky
Im that moutain deep up high.
Hey you made it
Im the worlds greatest
Im that little bit of hope in my backs against the rope I can feel it.
Im the worlds greatest.
song performed by by R. Kelly
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To Live Beyond The Edge Of Hope
To live beyond the edge of hope
Is to dangle daily from a rope
In a perpetual dance with death itself
Beyond this world and all its wealth
There is a world of blue and green
But to the dark eye its all unseen
A world of orange, red and yellow too
But from the rope its beyond all view
For from the rope there's shades of grey
And sleepless nights and endless days
And every now and then some light
But just enough to confirm the night
There was a time I dangled from this rope
At the edge of hell and beyond all hope
I lived my life, just hanging there
Crushed and broken, suspended in the air
Then Jesus came and cut me down
He raised me up to wear a crown
A pauper raised to walk with kings
A voicless man but now who sings
Of all the glories of the Lord
Who came with Word and deed and sword
And conquered hell and death and sin
Restoring joy and hope within
Now all the world is bright to me
No matter what my eyes can see
No longer dangling from the rope
I walk with Jesus, I walk with hope
And above the clouds I know its true
The sun shines bright and the sky is blue
And when a shaft of light appears
It warms my heart and quells my fears
Now if your dangling from that rope
And this lie cries out, 'there is no hope'
Cry out to the one who can cut you down
He will raise you up and you will wear a crown!
poem by Frank McEleny
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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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Passion Touched Her Lips
PASSION TOUCHED HER LIPS
Passion touched her lips
Words flooded his sexuality
Unique his need sustained
His every need understood!
Understanding his umpteen change of moods
Her heart in true love…….
Can there be a paradise sweeter?
Than the desire for him in quest
Warrior home at last?
Today is captive
In the ocean of this whirlwind world
Tomorrow spreads its wings
Bringing hope in its tail end
The sweep of joy
Keeps you alive
“Present” presented to you
To cherish! !
Hope is the rope
That spurns the heart to action
Frozen camera
Perhaps stilled you to the present!
Taking the heart
On a flight
Where love grew
With each day’s passing!
Your love encased
Fragile I no more……..
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~malinikadir
(this poem is written for my hubby....in a marriage of 25's standing)
poem by Malini Kadir
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Grand Theft Autumn / Where Is Your Boy
When I wake up, I'm willing to take my chances on the hope you hate him more than you notice I wrote this for you.
You need him. I could be him...I could be an accident but I'm still trying. That's more than I can say for him.
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know: you were the last good thing about this part of town.
Someday I'll appreciate in value, get off my ass and call you...but for the meantime I'll sport my brand new fashion of waking up with my clothes on at
4:00 in the afternoon.
song performed by by Fall Out Boy
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Jumping Rope
We are jumping rope together
we are jumping rope together
unwinding naughty knots of tether
we are jumping rope together
We are jumping rope together
we are skipping beats together
pouting panting chasing chants
unraveling rigid wraps to sever
We are jumping rope together
we are jumping rope together
jointly jogging jagged breath
suddenly we
sneeze!
poem by Randy Resh
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Where Is My Passion
Where is my passion
Far too much pain
Where is my passion
Must I love in vain?
Where is my passion
I need must know
Where is my passion
I want so much to grow
Where is my passion
Lost in your lips
Where is my passion
I feel for your kiss
Where is my passion
Lost in your eyes
Where is my passion
Release me to fly
Where is my passion
There in your hands
Where is my passion
Touch me…expand
Where is my passion
Please…be a man
poem by Fleurette Elaine Harris
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