Poor Fractured Atlas
Hes out in the woods with his squirrel gun
To try to recapture his anger
Hes screaming some words at the top of his lungs
Until he begins to feel younger
But back at his desk in the city we find
Our trembling punch-drunken fighter
Who cant find the strength now to punish the length
Of the ribbon in his little typewriter
Poor fractured atlas
Threw himself across the mattress
Waving his withering pencil
As if it were a pirates cutlass
Im almost certain hes trying to increase his burden
He said thats how the child in me planned it;
A woman wouldnt understand it
I believe there was something that I wanted to say
Before I conclude this epistle
But you would forgive me for holding my tongue
cause man made the blade and the pistol
Yes man made the waterfall over the dam
To temper his tantrum with magic
Now you cant be sure of that tent of azure
Since he punched a hole in the fabric
Chorus
A woman wouldnt understand it
A woman wouldnt understand it
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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The Squirrel Said
The Squirrel said.
'Attention all! '
He stands tall.
On a wooden fence,
in suspense.
Their Squirrel Head,
Their squirrel said,
'My nuts are gone,
My nuts are gone! '
Did you check under your bed?
Another squirrel joking said,
'Of course I did! ' the squirrel said,
'I am the Squirrel head'.
Maybe you forgot you've ate,
Autumn now, it's not too late,
Just look for more, Squirrel Head,
An elderly wise squirrel said.
Hickory Wind
(gram parsons/bob buchanon)
In south carolina
There are many tall pines
I remember the oak tree
That we used to climb
But it makes me feel better
Each time it begins
Callin me home
Hickory wind
I started out younger
At most everything
All the riches and pleasures
What else could life bring
But now when Im lonesome
I always pretend
That Im gettin the feel of
Hickory wind
Its a hard way to find out
That trouble is real
In a far away city
With a far away feel
But it makes me feel better
Each time it begins
Callin me home
Hickory wind
Keeps callin me home
Hickory wind
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Hot Tonight
We dont give a damn what they do for a living
Everywhere we go we party just the same
Getting all my fun
With crazy little girls like you
Playing all your games acting like a fool
Screaming - feel the fire
Screaming - feel the fire - feel it now now now
cause we are hot tonight - hot tonight
cause we are hot tonight - hot tonight
Must be time to go Im feeling hot and sweaty
Find a place to go to make it hardnheavy
Wasting all this time
Would be a silly thing to do
Please dont be a tease now its time me and you
Screaming - feel the fire
Screaming - feel the fire - feel it now now now
cause we are hot tonight - hot tonight
cause we are hot tonight - hot tonight
Screaming - feel the fire
Screaming - feel the fire - feel it now now now
cause we are hot tonight - hot tonight.......
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Speak Your Mind
How does it make you feel when i look away
Feelings that will never seem to fade i try to
Find you, you hold your head up high i let it all
Fall down do you hear me
Falling away fromt his pain so i can fly high,
Feeling low just let it show
And find the words to say what you mean
Screaming silent fears, nothing left to say, lost
Inside the words that bring you donw you try to
Find me, i hold my head up high, you let it all fall
Down do you hear me
Find the words to say how you feel inside
Find the words to say how you feel inside
Find the words to say
song performed by by 12 Stones
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Only One
Broken this fragile thing now
And I can't, I can't pick up the pieces
And I've thrown my words all around
But I can't, I can't give you a reason
I feel so broken up (so broken up)
And I give up (I give up)
I just want to tell you so you know
Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there's just no one that gets me like you do
You are my only, my only one
Made my mistakes, let you down
And I can't, I can't hold on for too long
Ran my whole life in the ground
And I can't, I can't get up when you're gone
And something's breaking up (breaking up)
I feel like giving up (like giving up)
I won't walk out until you know
Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there's just no one who gets me like you do
You are my only my only one
Here I go so dishonestly
Leave a note for you my only one
And I know you can see right through me
So let me go and you will find someone
Here I go, scream my lungs out and try to get to you
You are my only one
I let go, there's just no one, no one like you
You are my only, my only one
My only one
My only one
My only one
You are my only, my only one
song performed by by Yellowcard
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Th3 Fight In M3
Lost
Confused
Forgotten
Words that explain my life
Hate
Rage
Anger
Words that explain how I feel
But there are no words to explain the pain goes threw inside of me
Like a war is going on inside of me
Every day I feel as if I am fading away
No matter how far I run
I never could escape the fear
So I hold it in
All the anger that I hold in during the day
Unleashes during the night in my sleep
Sometimes I wish I just took my anger out on those who causes it
But then I hold my self back
Like a beast tied to unbreakable chain
But when I sleep
I do more fighting then sleeping
Like the anger just wants to hunt me
And the more I hold it in the more it feels like its going to unleash stronger
Maybe some day the anger, the fear and the pain will all unleash
poem by Stephen Merced
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Feel The Wind
feel the wind
inside the emptiness
of your lungs
feel your lungs
taking root at the back
of your body
feel your wings now
spread and flap and then go away
from everything
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Run
I love the feel of it
That way I feel more alive
As if everything is right
I'm only focused on one goal
I need to get as far away as I can
Like I'm fleeing from something or someone
And I probably am
The wind is blowing fast
My hair is blowing past
I can feel my lungs expand
With each step
Each breath
Blood is pumping through my veins
I finally feel that moment
When my lungs are on fire
About to explode
When I'm at my maximum
My limit
I try to hold it there
But eventually I slow to a stop
My lungs are still pumping
And I'm still breathing hard
Reality has come back
I want to feel alive again
But I know
There's more to life than running
poem by Autumn Winds
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Be Gentle With Words
Anger is directly proportional to the opponent
Yes it’s true we fight with the feeble
Today I saw this man shout and curse
I have known him for years, he is a rat
Only can speak behind peoples back
His gestures now is forever worse
Why can’t people control anger when put to test
Hurting words, that you can never reverse
Why can’t we be gentle with words than curse?
Control your anger for its nothing great
Hold back your anger for it’ll only break
Let the fragrance of our words, spread as rose
poem by Jibin Joseph
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Death Comes Easy
Death comes easy someone said
Let me go screaming at the top of my lungs.
What do you want from me? ; still screaming.
In a low deep voice, I want your soul.
Trying to move but I'm stuck
I'm looking around, all i see is BLACK! ! !
Crying please please let me go
No you belong to me
Who are you? Why do you want me?
He answers again,
You don't know me, but I know you.
Leave me the hell alone! Let me go!
I feel myself kicking in my sleep
I know what you did and what you thought about,
How? Just let me go please.
I came to make your wish come true.
No No! Just leave me alone.
I feel myself waking up,
Finally I'm awake
Sweating and crying, thinking to myself I'm,
I'm Free
poem by Chelseacrazylove Page
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The poetess, the moon...and the woods Pt1
A tear traced a path on her cheek in the moonlight
As her lips brushed the brow of her sleeping child
She stood still for a moment, with eyes closed tightly
Corners of lips pulled up… in a winsome smile
Strode heavily to the open window
stared out into the woods, soft lit by the moon
Then with a sigh pulled down the window
And quietly tiptoed out of the room
Glanced in at her husband, long asleep in their bed
And in her mind gave him a kiss on the top of his head
Then sat at her desk and finished her poem
Sat back and reviewed it… one last time
It was about her life… and about her home
And about the glow of the woods in the moonshine
She nodded her head… as if in agreement
With the words that she had carefully, composed
Her finger touched “enter” with determined intent
Then her whole body slumped in repose
From the corners of her eyes, she saw the moon rise
Oe’r the woods from out of her window
A teardropp fell softly to her desk as she stood
And walked through the door for the very last time
She looked up at the moon and then strode into the woods
She had posted her last poem…her very last rhyme
poem by David Whalen
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Safe In New York City
(young - young)
Hello baby gimme your hand
Check out the high spots the lay of the land
You dont need a rocket or a big limousine
Come on over baby and Ill make you obscene
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
All over the city and down to the dives
Dont mess with this place itll eat you alive
Got lip smackin honey to soak up the jam
On top of the world ma ready to slam
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
Movin all over like a jumpin bean
Take a look at that thing in the tight ass jeans
Comin your way now you may be in luck
Dont you fret boy shes ready to buck
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
I feel safe in new york city
New york, new york, new york
I feel safe in a cage in new york city
2000, j. albert & son, pty.
song performed by by AC-DC
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Inevitable
Fear
Anger
These emotions are too much
Take away the pain
For they weigh heavy much.
Upon my fragile shoulders
I feel the weight begin to lift,
The knife has done its job
As my blood begins to drip.
Fear of being blamed
For a death that wasn't my fault,
Anger from my weakness
that the fear had brought.
Fear and Anger
Emotions I know so well
Have brought along the inevitable
As the puddle begins to swell.
poem by Michelle Dickson
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I Was Made To Feel Different In My Younger Years
I remember sitting in the corners of shadows.
Wishing to be invisible,
After making attempts to disappear.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
My voice was deep at the age of twelve.
And my knees knocked.
I was aware I walked pigeon toed.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
People were quick to critique me then.
When they would laugh at me.
I laughed right back at them to hide and cry alone.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
I grew wiser before I aged.
And years it would take for me to learn to forgive.
But I did with a doing successfully.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
Perceptive, empathetic and sometimes distant.
Removed from anguish I knew others felt.
Yet today I might sit with periodic embitterness.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
I've learned to use my talents and gifts,
To lift me beyond any loneliness that visited.
And with slow and painful steps I grew to improve.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
And when I self examine to reflect...
So happy I am to have held on to my patience,
With a giving to others a respect regardless...
If little of it was shown to me,
When I was growing to bloom.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
Hungering then to be accepted.
I was made to feel different in my younger years.
Hungering then not to be neglected.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Anger
My anger wants to kill.
My anger wants to spill.
My anger wants to smash a wall.
My anger wants to make someone feel small.
My anger makes me carve my skin.
My anger is locked up within.
My anger is fierce and fatal.
My anger isn't stable.
When my anger is out stay away.
Because my anger destroys everything in its way.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Mystic Sojourn
Away from the din of the city
In the deep woods
You hear, you feel, you see
That for which you longed so long
This happens so
Because the din you know.
Eden without Satan
With eagle's eyes plays hide and seek
They stretch to achieve the best
Struggle, but with a difference
A difference best known to them
Hey, tread with care
Look
Where?
There where you do not care,
A careless step
May stop the symbiotic process
Gently,
Touch, touch the stone
Yes, yes you will feel the mystic tone
Close your ears
To hear the spiritual song
Shut your eyes
The moksha path you will find
Away, away from the din of city
In the deep woods.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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Gettin Back
When we've arrived by boat or rail, and feeling pretty well,
And humped our heavy gladstones to the Great Norsouth Hotel;
And when we've had a wash and brush and changed biled rags for soft —
And ate a hearty country meal — our spirits go aloft!
(Damn the city!)
When we've walked out a mile and back along the old bush track,
And dropped into the letter-box our last damned letters back;
When we've turned in and slept half through the soft white beds all night
To start, at daylight toy the coach — we're getting back all right.
(Damn the city!)
When we have crossed the nearer heights through box and stringy-bark,
And traced the newer tree-marked track above the gullies dark;
When we begin to ask how far it is to tucker yet —
Where clear streams whet our appetites — we're getting back, don't fret.
(Damn the city!)
We try to draw the driver out (a 'case' as like as not),
For we don't know how much he knows, or how much we've forgot.
And we make bloomers, and the seats seem narrow slippery shelves —
Until we find he's just a liar, like ourselves.
(Damn the city!)
When we can take an interest in all and everything,
When we begin to drop the 'g' in words that end in 'ing',
When good old oaths come 'back again, and we can sleep at night,
And eat our fish with knives and forks — we're gettin' back all right.
(Damn the city!)
I'm staying at a lake-side home, down here at Nevermind,
The small hand 'separator' is the only change I find,
And there's a girl with kind grey eyes and hair of reddish gold,
And she's read somewhere in a book that poets don't grow old.
(Damn the city!)
She's twenty-two, I'm forty-three; but, ere the week is done,
She's only in her eighteenth year, and I am twenty-one!
I'm younger than the younger men, who can't be young — or won't —
She heard that poets don't grow old — and now she knows they don't.
(DAMN THE CITY!)
The dandy tourists wonder how the old town had got in —
The straight young bushmen wonder how that poet bloke could win.
But the grand old bush life backed me up, when they were hard to rouse,
And I turned out at six o'clock and helped her milk the cows!
(DAMN THE CITY!)
poem by Henry Lawson
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Emotional Explosions...
Anger, a spark, within all of us.
There, anger is lurking, waiting to
ignite the dynamite, that will
cause an explosion of words,
and actions, that can not be taken back.
Anger, is the roadblock, to anything
and everything, worthwhile in life.
Anger, seemingly an involuntary reaction,
to rejection of thought or action.
Anger, an interpretation, of unacceptable behavior.
Anger, almost always followed by regret.
Anger, an emotion. who's children are,
anxiety, fear, frustration, animosity, passion,
outrage and a thousands of other, emotionally
affecting articulations.
Anger, the replacement of reason.
What is the enemy of anger? The
enemy of anger, is, patience, understanding
and love.
Anger, the emotion, the world would be
far better off, without.
Anger (rated 19 in group)
Anger, a spark, within all of us.
There, anger is lurking, waiting to
ignite the dynamite, that will
cause an explosion of words,
and actions, that can not be taken back.
Anger, is the roadblock, to anything
and everything, worthwhile in life.
Anger, seemingly an involuntary reaction,
to rejection of thought or action.
Anger, an interpretation, of unacceptable behavior.
Anger, almost always followed by regret.
Anger, an emotion. who's children are,
anxiety, fear, frustration, animosity, passion,
outrage and a thousands of other, emotionally
affecting articulations.
Anger, the replacement of reason.
What is the enemy of anger? The
enemy of anger, is, patience, understanding
and love.
Anger, the emotion, the world would be
far better off, without.
Always Followed Be Regret...
Anger, a spark, within all of us.
There, anger is lurking, waiting to
ignite the dynamite, that will
cause an explosion of words,
and actions, that can not be taken back.
Anger, is the roadblock, to anything
and everything, worthwhile in life.
Anger, seemingly an involuntary reaction,
to rejection of thought or action.
Anger, an interpretation, of unacceptable behavior.
Anger, almost always followed by regret.
Anger, an emotion. who's children are,
anxiety, fear, frustration, animosity, passion,
outrage and a thousands of other, emotionally
affecting articulations.
Anger, the replacement of reason.
What is the enemy of anger? The
enemy of anger, is, patience, understanding
and love.
Anger, the emotion, the world would be
far better off, without.