They Thought I Was a Thief Too
They thought I was a thief too
Get those handcuffs jiffily
Let us brace him
How I quaked!
In terror we pray
Gnash our teeth
Our knees knock,
Our hearts resigned to fate.
It was my voice and identification
That affected my release
I was simply lucky
One of them knew me.
In terror we pray
Gnash our teeth
Our knees knock,
Our hearts resigned to fate.
Now I can exhale
I came closely calamity
Jaws of exclusion closed in on me
But Samson's grip loosed them again.
In terror we pray
Gnash our teeth
Our knees knock,
Our hearts resigned to fate.
I swing and exalt like Lekeleke
But I also quiz;
If God dwells in thick darkness,
Must I too?
In terror we pray
Gnash our teeth
Our knees knock,
Our hearts resigned to fate.
poem by Samuel Munachim
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They Thought I Was A Thief Too
They thought I was a thief too
Get those handcuffs jiffily
Let us brace him
How I quaked!
In terror we pray
Gnash our teeth
Our knees knock,
Our hearts resigned to fate.
It was my voice and identification
That affected my release
I was simply lucky
One of them knew me.
In terror we pray
Gnash our teeth
Our knees knock,
Our hearts resigned to fate.
Now I can exhale
I came closely calamity
Jaws of exclusion closed in on me
But Samson's grip loosed them again.
In terror we pray
Gnash our teeth
Our knees knock,
Our hearts resigned to fate.
I swing and exalt like Lekeleke
But I also quiz;
If God dwells in thick darkness,
Must I too?
In terror we pray
Gnash our teeth
Our knees knock,
Our hearts resigned to fate.
poem by Samuel Nze
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Ogden Gnash
“Ogden, gnash your rhyming teeth! ”
the scholar of religion that’s comparative
declared, and gave me laurels, him a wreath,
ending gnostically this narrative.
In response to an e-mail by Charles Vernoff, a Desert Hot Springs-based scholar of comparative religion:
Ogden Nash, gnash your teeth! C
In a message dated 6/17/2008 10: 41: 43 A.M. Pacific Daylight Time, [email protected] writes:
FAKING IT WHEN DELUDED
The lady who deludes
herself when she denudes
herself, fake it
when she is naked?
6/17/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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This Gloomy Northern Day
THIS gloomy northern day,
Or this yet gloomier night,
Has moved a something high
In my cold heart; and I,
That do not often pray,
Would pray to-night.
And first on Thee I call
For bread, O God of might!
Enough of bread for all, -
That through the famished town
Cold hunger may lie down
With none to-night.
I pray for hope no less,
Strong-sinewed hope, O Lord,
That to the struggling young
May preach with brazen tongue
Stout Labour, high success,
And bright reward.
And last, O Lord, I pray
For hearts resigned and bold
To trudge the dusty way -
Hearts stored with song and joke
And warmer than a cloak
Against the cold.
If nothing else he had,
He who has this, has all.
This comforts under pain;
This, through the stinging rain,
Keeps ragamuffin glad
Behind the wall.
This makes the sanded inn
A palace for a Prince,
And this, when griefs begin
And cruel fate annoys,
Can bring to mind the joys
Of ages since.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Pray
Tell me why we didnt try
Tell me why you had to go
Cant you see it makes me cry
There are so many things I have to know
Cause I still care about you
And time is long overdue
Now I pray on my knees and I look at the stars
That you would be here laying down in my arms
I pray on my knees for you x2
I know that I cant turn back time
Just to undo all my mistakes
Im not gonna cry for the rest of my days
I will do whatever it takes
Cause I still care about you
And time is long overdue
I pray on my knees
I pray on my knees
For you
Now I pray on my knees and I look at the stars
That you would be here laying down in my arms
I pray on my knees for you x2
song performed by by Lasgo
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Call It Evil (demo)
I've been around watching little late shows
Drink a lot of beer
Like playing cards with my friends
Call it evil
Call it pain
It goes knock, knock, knock-knock-knock-knock, on my door
It goes knock, knock, knock-knock-knock-knock, on my door
That rock and rock, yeah, call it evil
That rock and rock, yeah, call it evil
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door, Yeah!
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
Going to get as my babe.
It goes knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
Playing sopwith in the back of my head
What you trying to be crazy?
People look at me, they look at me, but you're dead
Call it evil
Call it pain
It goes knock, knock, knock-knock-knock-knock, on my door
It goes knock, knock, knock-knock-knock-knock, come on
Knock-knock-knock-knock, one more
Knock-knock-knock-knock
That rock and rock, yeah, call it evil
That rock and rock, yeah, call it evil
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Down On My Knees
Sometimes you wonder
How much I care
I get so distracted running nowhere
And I take for granted
Our love is secure
But if I started losing you
One thing is sure
Id be down on my knees
Ready to pray
Darlin down on my knees
Making you stay
Id be beggin you please
Dont take your love from me
Id be down on my knees
I learned to be strong
A long time ago
And I can face any wind no matter how hard it blows
But Id have to be stronger than I want to be
If I had to live without you loving me
Id be down on my knees
Ready to pray
Darlin down on my knees
Making you stay
Id be beggin you please
Dont take your love from me
Id be down on my knees
No one matters more in my life
Makes me feel like you make me feel inside
Ive come far enough to know loves
Worth never letting go of
And love is not a matter of pride
Id be down on my knees
Ready to pray
Darlin down on my knees
Making you stay
Id be beggin you please
Dont take your love from me
Id be down on my knees
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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Knock Knock
The tide crashed on the shore
As he held her in his arms
They swore their love would stay forever more
And never slip away
From this moment on
As they made their wedding vows
He knew how life would change, oh
Love was blind for now
Hey, but knock, knock, knock
Put the chain on the door
Shes back again and now she wants more
Knock, knock, knock
The thiefs back to steal
The shirt off my back, my next meal
Im not living anymore
Im just breathing day to day
Everything I had has gone, she has taken it away
Heavens door has opened and looked me in the eye
And there is no mt. olympus, just before you die
*
Knock, knock, knock
Shes got the house and the car
The only thing left is my old guitar
Knock, knock, knock
Her foots in the door
The shirts off my back, now she wants more
And tonight on t.v. well they show a happy pair
I almost wept with laughter
As some fool caught the bouquet the bride threw in the air
(instrumental)
At the final curtain call, in the neon light display
I see all the ugly scars that illuminate my day
And hail the promised land, its upped and gone to bed
Bleeding hearts and mothers weeping
Sometimes I wish her dead
Repeat *
Hey, but knock, knock, knock
Put the chain on the door
Shes back again and now she wants more
Knock, knock, knock
The thiefs back to steal
The shirt off my back, stays in my next meal
song performed by by Ufo
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You Have Not Knocked
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
When I had been in double struggles,
You have not knocked.
Or when I had been on my knees,
You have not knocked.
And when I felt grumpy and crunchy,
You have not knocked.
Or when I've asked you to leave me,
You have not knocked.
You know I can get really moody,
But, you have not knocked.
And carry drama to extremes,
No, you have not knocked.
You've stuck with me when I've been stinky,
And, you have not knocked.
To me you are my 'everything',
And I love you a lot.
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
Whenever I've been down and dumpy,
You have not knocked.
Or when I've picked my wounds to bleed so,
You have not knocked.
And when I pout with rudeness rooted,
You have not knocked.
Or when I whined consistently,
No, you have not knocked.
You know I can get really moody,
But, you have not knocked.
And carry drama to extremes,
But, you have not knocked.
You've stuck with me when I've been stinky,
And, you have not knocked.
To me you are my 'everything',
Because of patience you've got.
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
And...
In my heart you are adored.
That's what I need to show you more.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Last Supper
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips,
And the mouth so mocking gay,
A wanton you to the finger-tips,
Who break men's hearts in play;
A thing of dust I have striven for,
Honour and manhood given for,
Headlong to ruin driven for,
And this is the last, you say. . . .
Drinking your wine with dainty sips,
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips.
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips,
ong have you held your sway;
I have laughed at your merry quips -
Now is my time to pay.
What we sow we must reap again;
When we laugh we must weep again;
So to-night we will sleep again,
Nor wake until Judgement Day. . . .
'Tis a poisoned wine that your palate lips,
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips.
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips,
Down on your knees and pray;
Pray your last ere the moment slips,
Pray ere the dark and the terror grips,
And the bright world fades away.
Pray for the peace and the rest of us:
Here comes the Shape in quest of us,
Now we must go away. . . .
You and I in the grave's eclipse,
Marie Vaux of the painted Lips.
poem by Robert William Service
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Behind the shadow of the dark
Devour me if that
will makes you easy, gnash
your teeth that perfected your mercy.
Hail, you ever doer,
your soul is still empty.
.....Repent.......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Little Tin God
A new age is dawning
On fewer than expected
Business is usual
Thats how the headline read
Some shaky modern saviors
Have now been resurrected
In all this excitement
You may have been misled
People want a miracle
They say oh lord, cant you see us?
Were tryin to make a livin down here
And keep the children fed
But, from little dark motel rooms
To six flags over jesus
How are the mighty fallen
So the Bible said
You dont have to pray to a little tin god
Step out of the way for a little tin god
You might fear the reaper, you might fear the rod
But you never have to get down on your knees
You dont have to holler, please, please
No, you never have to get down on your knees
For a little tin god
The cowboys name was jingo
And he knew that there was trouble
So in a blaze of glory
He rode out of the west
No one was ever certain
What it was that he was sayin
But they loved it when he told them
They were better than the rest
But you dont have to pray for a little tin god
Step out of the way for a little tin god
You might hate to system, hate the job
But you never have to get down on your knees
You dont have to holler, please, please
No, you never have to get down on your knees
For a little tin god
Throw down a rope from heaven
And lead the flock to water
The man in the middle would have you think
That you have no other choice
But to wander in the wilderness
Of all the upturned faces
If you stop and listen long enough
You will hear your own small voice
But you dont have to pray to a little tin god
Step out of the way for a little tin god
You might fear the reaper, fear the rod
But you never have to get down on your knees
You dont have to holler, please, please
No, you never have to get down on your knees
You dont have to holler, please, please
You never have to get down on your knees
For a little tin god
song performed by by Don Henley
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Knock On Wood
I dont want to lose the good thing that Ive got
If I do, I will surely, I will lose a lot
For your love is better than any love other Ive know
Its like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
I better knock on wood
Baby
I got superstitious about you, but I cant take change
You got me spinning, baby, spinning in a trance
But your love is better than any other love Ive known
Its like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
You better knock on wood
Its no secret, but that woman fills my lovin cup
She sees, so ready, that I get enough
And her love is better than any other love Ive known
Its like thunder
Its like lightning
The way you love me is frightening
I better knock on wood
Baby
Better, yes, better
(yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) yes, I better
(yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) oh, knock on wood
(yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) you know I would, would
(yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) its no secret
(yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) no, oh, better
(yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) hangin above me
(yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) I cant leave her
(yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) oh no, baby
Knock on wood, woo!
song performed by by David Bowie
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Dirge Without Music
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
Lovers and thinkers, into the earth with you.
Be one with the dull, the indiscriminate dust.
A fragment of what you felt, of what you knew,
A formula, a phrase remains,—but the best is lost.
The answers quick and keen, the honest look, the laughter, the
love,—
They are gone. They are gone to feed the roses. Elegant and curled
Is the blossom. Fragrant is the blossom. I know. But I do not
approve.
More precious was the light in your eyes than all the roses in the
world.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the grave
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;
Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.
I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Life Keeps On Revolving Around Fate
We came
To this world
Because of Fate
We all think of fate
Pray and meditate
Look at god in hope
Because of faith
He is the one
Who decides the fate?
Happiness, unhappiness
Success and failure
Are all one’s fate
Death is unavoidable
But when one get’s it?
Is fate
Some believe some don’t
Life keeps on
Revolving around fate
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Anger is implanted in us as sort of sting, to make us gnash with our teeth against the devil, to make us vehement against him, not to set us in array against each other.
quote by Richard Savage
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What Are Your Priorities?
In these changing times I must ask,
What are your priorities my friends?
As great travail brings us all to task,
When the world as we know it ends
Is it money and possessions you need?
Or is it time to "Get it right with God"?
As time begins moving at light-speed,
On bended knees it's Him we must laud
Those who gnash their teeth and curse,
Shall be allowed their suffering and vices
For it's not God's will to compel or coerce,
He'd rather leave men to their own devices
At the "End of days" all shall be revealed
All is brought to light that was concealed
ROTMS
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Knock, knock
Who’s there?
It’s me the breeze
Want to caress your cheeks.
Knock, knock
Who’s there?
It’s me the full moon, roll up the blinds
Want to flood you with my silver light.
Knock, knock
Who’s there?
It’s me the pigeon, want you to know
I understand what its like to feel low.
Knock, knock
I just listen to tick tick of the clock.
Swallow some bile.
Don’t answer for a while.
It was very very still.
Got up to take a pill.
Felt I was not alone.
Stopped to moan.
He stood with his kind eyes.
I smiled, Lord a real good try…
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Song of Painful Plea 1
Who adulterated our kerosene?
Where are they? Where do they live?
Unimaginable pains I have seen
For their greed I live in grief
Broken hearts and scars
Fills every where like cars
Aftermath of deceptive greed
We did no wrong
We hurt no one,
As innocent as the babe
And fresher than the day
Your hearts are charcoals and
Your conscience as dead as Latin
Let thy evil pursue thee like a cat
After a mouse, thou shall experience
The pains you’ve inflicted as boomerang
Young ones kept captives of pricking pain,
Praying for freedom by the day
Old ones gnash fragile teeth and say;
“In all where’s the illusive gain?
We are your sisters, wives and mothers”
Who adulterated our kerosene?
Where are they? Where do they live?
Are they the visionless touts in the crowded street?
Or the greedy man
Standing at the podium, in black suit?
poem by Ingibo Benson
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Gas Panic!
What tongueless ghost of sin crept through my curtains?
Sailing on a sea of sweat on a stormy night
I think he don't got a name but I can't be certain
And in me he starts to confide
That my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And if you hear me tap on your window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way
My pulse pumps out a beat to the ghost dancer
My eyes are dead and my throat's like a black hole
And if there's a god would he give another chancer
An hour to sing for his soul
Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on yer window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way
Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on yer window
Then you get on your knees and you better pray
Cos my family don't seem so familiar
And my enemies all know my name
And when you hear me tap on your window
Yer better get on yer knees and pray panic is on the way
Panic is on the way
Panic is on the way
Panic is on the way
song performed by by Oasis from Standing On The Shoulder Of Giants
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Knockin On Heavens Door
Mama take this badge off of me
I cant use it any more
Its gettin dark, too dark to see
I feel like Im knockin on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door
Mama, wipe the blood from my face
Im sick and tired of the war
[...]
I feel like Im knockin on heaves door
Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door
Knock, knock, knockin on heavens door
song performed by by George Harrison
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