Halos & Horns
Halos and horns, sinners and saints,
Hearts that are torn between what's wrong and ain't
Just because it feels right does not make it so
So we struggle through life in horns and halos
Tempted and tried with each step we take
We stumble and slide and make our mistakes,
Ask God to forgive us for all of our sins,
Then we take off our horns and wear halos again
Halos and horns, sinners and saints,
Hearts that are torn between what's wrong and ain't
Just because it feels right does not make it so
So we struggle through life in horns and halos
Halos and horns, sinners and saints,
We're praised or we're scorned, we either run or we faint
Oh, but life is a challenge from the day that we're born
Just tryin' to balance halos and horns
It's heaven or hell, halos or horns
Halos and horns, sinners and saints,
Hearts that are torn between what's wrong and ain't
But just because it feels right; well, that don't make it so
So we struggle through life in horns or halos
It's either horns or halos
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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First of all, I always see the sun! The way I want to identify myself and others is with halos here and there halos, movements of color. And that, I believe, is rhythm.
quote by Robert Delaunay
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The horns of the sister are horns of gold; the horns of the wife are true horns.
The Saints
The Saints, in crypts and catacombs - graced halos still aglow.
poem by Terry O'Leary
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The Halos Are Gone
The dragons flame burns like hell
Turning everything to dust
It's from grace that I have fell
Fallen for the demons lust
Devil whispers like candy
Demons voice like wine
Whiskeys next to the brandy
Sweet lies that you'll be fine
The mage casts a spell
It's meant for you and me
A portal back to hell
The call of the banshee
The halos are all gone
Only horns and tails remain
The gift of good has been pawned
Replaced with death and bloodstains
God is still looking down on us
But it remains our choice
To resist the devil and his lust
And get back our own voice
poem by William Mowell
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War Profits
THE horns of the moon are tipped
With pearl. Her lover, wooed
By charms and won, Endymion,
Inherits quietude.
White the gleam
Of the dream
On his eyes.
The horns of the sun are dipt
In ruddy flame that flings
Adventurous young Icarus
To earth on ruined wings.
But he flew,
But he knew
Winds and skies.
Lucifer's horns have a crust
Of gold and topaz gem
On points that thrust to yellow dust
The heart that covets them.
Heed! take heed!
For by greed
Glory dies.
poem by Katharine Lee Bates
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Honky Tonk Saturday Night
Angels and devils share the same tables
And thats not so wrong if you get it done right.
Halos and horns lock up on the dance floor
On a honkytonk saturday night.
Its a honkytonk saturday night,
Its not who is who, its who will or who might.
With luck shell turn on fore they turn out the lights
On a honkytonk saturday night.
I played the jukebox, I played some merle haggard,
Me and the waitress think hes outta sight.
Then some folks got thirsty while we were dancin
On a honkytonk saturday night.
Its a honkytonk saturday night,
Its not who is who, its who will or who might.
With luck Ill turn her on fore they turn out the lights
On a honkytonk saturday night.
With luck Ill take her home fore they turn out the lights
On a honkytonk saturday night.
song performed by by George Strait
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For instance, if you're playing a record with drums - horns would sound nice to enhance it so you get a record with horns and slip it in at certain times.
quote by Grandmaster Flash
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The Owl Pharoah
He wish that he could fly over the seas.
And have the power of conquering on top of the mountains.
But he ask himself.
What is a king to a god.
And what is a lion to a ape.
He dream about things that is implausible.
That what if we had angels that wore horns.
And demons that wore halos.
Then the friends that turn into our foes.
It would not seem right.
Because there something in his life is not right.
He is trying to have the light shining upon his head.
He wants to live forever, but not dead.
He see black roses that do not look red.
Because his life was sad.
It was great but turn into battles.
He try to escape to the skies as the time travels.
Enemies try to slow him down.
Like time changing.
He sees life like a long journey.
Like walking on the Great Wall of China.
But close ones lose their life like a timer.
The struggles of being broke.
He is wishing for hope.
The Owl Pharoah wishing he could change his life like a remote.
But he want to gain bigger wings.
To fly above things.
To be bless and thankful for everything.
Instead of just bleeding out pain.
And cry out tears of rain.
Bringing hurricanes.
The Owl Pharoah wants to fly more higher.
To another universe.
And to be able to see the Gods eyes to ask him why!
But his time flies
And now he in the skies.
The end of the Owl Pharoah....
poem by Anteaus Berryhill
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Minimus Stuck - Fragment Abramic
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To be continually caught as the ram,
redundant among thorns,
horns at branches push,
blood ignored,
flow, more,
to come,
itself,
or other,
kindred bodies
entangled, who
waits a commanding authority,
sacrifice with thorns,
horns, first born.
I am caught up in the matter.
.
poem by Warren Falcon
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A Trick Of The Tail
Bored of the life on the city of gold
Hed left and let nobody know.
Gone were the towers he had known from a child,
Alone with the dream of a life
He travelled the wide open road,
The blinkered arcade,
In search of another to share in his life.
Nowhere.
Everyone looked so strange to him.
Theyve got no horns and theyve got no tail
They dont even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And wept as they led him away to a cage
Beast that can talk, read the sign.
The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame
And questioned his story again.
But soon they grew bored of their prey
Beast that can talk?
More like a freak or publicity stunt.
Oh
No.
Theyve got no horns and theyve got no tail
They dont even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And broke down the door of the cage and marched on out.
He grabbed a creature by the scruff of his neck, pointing out:
There, beyond the bounds of you weak imagination
Lie the noble towers of my city, bright and gold.
Let me take you there, show you a living story
Let me show you others such as me
Why did I ever leave?
Theyve got no horns and theyve got no tail
They dont even know of our existence
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried
And wept.
And so we set out with the best and his horns
And his crazy description of home.
After many days journey we came to a peak
Where the beast gazed abroad and cried out.
We followed his gaze and we thought that maybe we saw
A spire of gold - no, a trick of the eye thats all,
But the beast was gone and a voice was heard:
Theyve got no horns and theyve got no tail
They dont even know of our existence
Am I wrong to believe in a city of gold
That lies in the deep distance
Hello friend, welcome home.
song performed by by Genesis
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You grow by drives
The bull got horns to fight with.
The horse has no horns for that.
The horse learnt running to escape by.
Skill grows in adopted ways,
As demanded by sex and safety.
It is a myth the God fevours
For each growth and each loss.
Gravels turn to pebbles by force
28.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Soccer!
GOAL! SCORE! HORNS BLARING!
soccer fans blowing there horns, eating their food, jumping up and down, painted faces, soccer jerseys, foam fingers, hot blistering sun, fun.
soccer balls roll and fly across the field soaring though the air like a bird with no wings, black and white moving so fast.
soccer bleachers, sweating fans, crumbs of food left in the stands, bird and bees and hornets to fly all around looking for food.
GOAL! SCORE! HORNS BLARING! SOCCER!
poem by Katrina Stewart
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O Lady Moon
O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the east:
Shine, be increased;
O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the west:
Wane, be at rest.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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There’s two things I know
That creates smiles and warm glows:
Halos… and banjos!!
haiku by David Whalen
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In between two horns
In between two horns
My father is the best man
For better study he sent me to a distant land
I read carefully medicine
Philosophy and dialectic materialism
He refuses to listen
When I say there is no inauspicious time
He is confused as I am
Why he did send me to that wonderland
He can not disbelieve his long time belief
And I can not agree to disagree
I can neither leave him with his superstitions
Nor I can live with all the reasons
I just keep bleeding on the two horns…
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Back To The Flesh
it is still the warmth of the flesh of the arms and legs
and somewhere between
that make us feel more alive
we are not saints
not angels, we are humans still rooted to the ground
less our imaginary wings
and halos and white feathers
if at all we are meant to be
divine
holy
i touch your body and you touch mine
and set ourselves on fire
the world, in some ways, in its darkness
at noon
or night time, gets lighted with our lust
i call it love, because it feels so right
my blood pumping from my heart to my head to my bottom
to my toes
and i moan, and i sigh, and i think, at a glimpse when i close my eyes
i have seen the eyes of God looking so gently
to the eyes of my soul
inside this body,
my bones did not make the sound of the rattling snake
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Saints An Sinners
(coverdale/lord/moody/marsden/murray/paice)
Get ready for judgement day
An the final curtain call,
Dont lie when you testify
cos the good lord know youre all
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
When moses stood on the red sea shore
Laying the law on the line,
He said dont come knocking
On the pearly gates
If all you did was have a real good time
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful.
Saints an sinners
I stand guilty of a thousand crimes,
An I suffer temptation still,
Show me a man who wont give it to his woman
An Ill show you somebody who will
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful
Saints an sinners,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Get ready for judgement day
An the final curtain call,
Dont lie when you testify
cos the good lord know youre all
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
Saints an sinners...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Once again
Once again the thought has crossed my mind,
What have I done to make my life prized?
With the years pass by like grains of sand,
In the end nothing to hold in my hand.
Each year saying good bye,
Demanding myself for the reply,
What have I done to make my life high?
I might not have countless pesos,
But I have a heart with mighty halos.
which always leads me to bonafide aisle,
Asking, do I have to prove myself to all, by drenching my soul in guile?
To which I cautiously compile with all my might such a stile,
Where I will stand strong with no distress among the cloud of blithe.
With the new string of satisfaction I will intend to frame a fresh dream, once again
..
poem by Swati Trivedi
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Sweet Reverie
In reflecting mirrors I see
-little angels
running, turning,
laughing, playing,
dancing, singing,
swinging, sliding;
their halos bouncing;
their smiles radiating
in every corner of your eyes-
a glimpse of eternity.
3September2012
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Passion Intensified
Some say everything
loses value
when its held
within your hand.
That appreciation
tarnishes with attainment
heart values
through time cannot stand.
Yet a good wine
memories sublime
obtain their halos
enriched with time.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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