Little Red Light
Sitting in traffic on the Tappan Zee
Fifty million people out in front of me
Trying to cross the water but it just might be a while
Rain's coming down I can't see a thing
Radio's broken so I'm whistling
New York to Nyack feels like a hundred miles
It's not right
It's not fair
I'm still a mess
And you still don't care
I go to work
I come back home
But you're still gone
And I'm still alone
And the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
On my big black plastic Japanese cordless phone
Oh no
Stuck in a meeting on Monday night
Trying to get the numbers to come out right
I'm getting tired, I think I just might need a drink
And as I'm reaching in the bottom drawer
I'm dreaming 'bout the way it was before
Life was so easy I never really had to think
It's not right
It's not fair
I'm still a mess
And you still don't care
I go to sleep
When I wake up
The pain sets in
And it never stops
And the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
On the desktop mailbox of my big black laptop
Oh no
It's not right
It's not fair
I'm still a mess
And you still don't care
I go to work
I come back home
But you're still gone
And I'm still alone
And the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
On my big black Radio Shack digital portable phone
Oh no
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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A Part Of Two
The sun is sinking,
While her mind is thinking
My skies are blinking,
Blinking from dark to bright
It all depends upon the light
The light in her eyes
They control my skies
What must I sew?
Where can I sew us together?
However can we survive the weather,
The weather that tears others apart
When all we have is a single heart
Where do we go?
Where can I go?
Where?
When I’m only a part of two
poem by Timothy Weiermann
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Blinking Lights
Blinking lights on the airplane wings
Up above the trees
Blinking down a Morse code signal
'Specially for me
Ain't no rainbow in the sky
In the middle of the night
But the signal's comin' through
One day I will be alright again
Blinking lights on the higway cars
Stoppin' one by one
Get a look at the accident
Didn't see that one coming
And the doctor in the sky
Gonna bring his chopper down
Gonna bring me out alive
And set me on the ground
Once more again
Blinking lights on the airplane wings
Up above the trees
song performed by by Eels
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My Telescope
my hearts beating
noticably without warning
racing this tune
writing a poem
stuck in the underworld
forever starless night
light abandoned me
then I saw the stars in your eyes
you pulled me out
like a lifeguard
giving me back breath
awakening my soul
Now I see
A myriad of stars
I look up
I see you
Flashing and blinking
Your shooting
Across the night sky
In through
My telescope
My telescope
The universe
Has never looked so grand
In all my years now
Possibility floods in
Like molten lava
You branded me a new name
Now I see
A myriad of stars
I look up
I see you
Flashing and blinking
Your shooting
Across the night sky
In through
My telescope
My telescope
poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
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Madame Gray Sky
Hey miss pink sky,
blinking blinking, honey blinking
baby blue eyes
Hey, miss but the ice you wear
never hides it, baby honey never did
you know, that lost in your stare
but hey, maybe miss pink sky
maybe baby, you're too far gone
just too far gone to even care
Hey miss pink sky
through the years feeding, eating
one more of them nights tonite
with gin its curled up upper lip
whistling winking on the bar
to the longing weaving, crawling
through your drying heart
yet again, some fingers on your thigh
ain't nothing miss pink sky
just another, one more wound
before the scar
Hey miss pink sky, can you remember?
twinkle the twinkles, the flicker, pony eyes
embers bellied, burning desire
but too bright the fire burns, blazes,
then greater comes the tamers might
them, starched bastards of composure
come, and don't they just
always come to piss the fire dry
Hey miss pink sky, blinking slowly, blinking
dragging scraping your remains
sun bleached your bones, porous cuffed
in old locks and plated gold chains
miss baby blue eyes all but drowned
swimming in your suffocating dirty rain
run off that runs off regret and refrain
Hey, madame pink sky, don't you know
your pink has turned to gray
hey, madame gray sky, madame gray
poem by Cin Sweet Fields
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I Am Trying To Break Your Heart
I am an american aquarium drinker
I assassin down the avenue
Im running out in the big city blinking
What was I thinking when I let go of you?
Lets forget about the tongue-tied lightning
Lets undress just like cross-eyed strangers
This is not a joke so please stop smiling
What was I thinking when I said it didnt hurt?
I want to glide through those brown eyes dreaming
Take from the inside, lady gold on tight
You so right when you said I been drinking
What was I thinking when we said goodnight?
I want to hold you in the bible-black pre-dawn
Youre quite a quiet domino, bury me not
Take off your bandaid because I dont believe in touchdowns
What was I thinking when we said hello?
I always thought that if I held you tightly
Youd always love me like you did back then
Then I fell asleep & the city kept blinking
What was I thinking when I let you back in?
I am trying to break your heart
I am trying to break your heart
Used to be lying when I said it wasnt easy
I am trying to break your heart
Disposable dixie cup drinking
I assassin down the avenue
Im running out in the big city blinking
What was I thinking when I let go of you?
song performed by by Wilco
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Importance of Pictures 2
Tripod set
distance
light measured
timer set
rush to get in position
blinking light
flash
moment captured
father and daughter
on
July 21,2006 7: 24: : 36 pm exactly
never again
poem by Lorenzo Costigliolo
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The Fire Ball
I see this
Fire Ball
shifting;
I see its
glow
which is transfixing;
it dances
in thin air,
it floats
folding over itself
and more,
it trails sparkle dust.
This Fire Ball
transfixes me
singeing sometimes
my finger tips
and once landed
on my carpeted floor
where I approached
wanting to see up close
what lies in side my Fire-Ball
the orb I live with.
A tiny light
danced just inside
and eager
I peeked close
to see
an eye looking straight back at me;
an eye
looking back at me.
Startled
I move away
and then
go back for another look
placing my face up close
again to see
an eye
that blinking
looking at me.
It was my own eye
blinking.
I have this Fire Ball
which transfixing me
and now I realize
it's me;
my own Consciousness
possessing me.
I am stunned by the
realization
that womankind
and mankind
are the only animals
which can recognize
and stare eye to eye
with our own existence.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Dark hotel room
Lit up by blinking neon light
Paid sex and silence
quote by by Jan Oskar Hansen
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Child of light
You fascinate me, oh child of light
Blinking little lights dancing around you
Know that you cannot hide behind friends
Your intelligence is a gift from God
You fascinate me, oh child of light
Colors of the rainbow know you
Know that you cannot hide behind strangers
Your emotional strength is a gift from God
You fascinate me, oh child of light
Plains of light know you
Know that you cannot hide behind enemies
Your spirituality is a gift from God
You fascinate me, oh child of light
Children of light know you
Know that you can no longer afford to hide
Your material wealth is a gift from God
poem by Doris Dzameshie
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Good Morning Self
i wake up
checking my navel.
i face the mirror
to see my eyes
blinking
a face blinking
i am happy to note
that i am not bound
anymore
to that which
obsessed me last night
oversleeping over
a naked body inside my mind
this morning
as i open the window of my room
i see a black bird
rushing like a stone thrown
into a white sky
a stone with the wings
of the wind
good morning self
goodbye
persistent lust
before i forget
i got a new mask
an office man
with a very serious face
no jokes
just benign remarks
about today's
winning politician
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Beginning To See The Light
(reed)
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Some people work very hard,
But still they never get it right.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Now Im beginning to see the light.
Wine in the morning
And some breakfast at night.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Here we go again
Playing the fool again.
Here we go again
Acting hard again.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Now Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Im beginning to see the light.
I wore my teeth in my hands
So I could mess the hair of the night
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Hey Im beginning to see the light.
I met myself in a dream
And I just wanna tell you - everything was alright
Im beginning to see the light.
Here comes two of you,
Which one will you chose?
One is black, one is blue.
Dont look just what to do.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Now Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Well Im beginning to see the light.
Some people work very hard
But still they never get it right
Well Im beginning to see the light.
There are problems in these times
But none of them are mine
Baby, Im beginning to see the light.
Here we go again,
I thought that you were my friend.
Here we go again,
I thought that you were my friend.
How does it feel to be loved?
How does it feel to be loved?
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Apple Blossom
Hey little apple blossom
what seems to be the problem
all the ones you tell your troubles to
they dont really care for you
Come and tell me what youre thinking
cause just when the boat is sinking
a little light is blinking
and i will come and rescue you
Lots of girls walk around in tears
but thats not for you
youve been looking all around for years
for someone to tell your troubles to
Come and sit with me and talk awhile
let me see your pretty little smile
put your troubles in a little pile
and i will sort them out for you
ill fall in love with you
i think ill marry you
song performed by by White Stripes
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Saturday Night In Blue
Saturday Night in Blue.
The house key was on the same ring as my car key, couldn’t find
them I had locked myself out. Car neatly parked I never drink drive,
the bar is nearby. I broke a window in the back, got in. Blinking light
outside: police telling me to open the door, I did, was wrestled to
the ground. At the station they came to their senses, let me go,
but refused to drive me back, since I smelled of booze and only had
myself to blame. Long walk home, bars had shut. Climbed through,
the same broken window, the keys, on the kitchen table. I uncorked
a bottle of wine, opened the front door, just in case, no one came,
I went to bed at dawn.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Dark Sky
High in the black sky
Like a bright moving red star
A lonely airplane ploughs the night
A blinking rhyme of ruby light
Crossing the dark
Between the twinkling diamonds
Of the constellation Ursa Major.
The yellow crescent
Of the curious moon
Stares down on the orphan earth
And I wonder whether its
Clement melodious rays
Will console your gentle soul
And bring solace to your solitude.
poem by Paul Hartal
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A Love That Cannot Be Forgotten
i switched you off
like a light bulb at eleven
o'clock in the
evening
the sofa and the
carpet on the floor
are dead
asleep
you still shine brightly
blinking like neon lights in the
Christmas park
inside
my mind
in the middle of my
own darkness
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Bless Of My Own Silence....
in this place
the first thing that i hear every morning
is the song of the birds
on top of trees
as they prepare to leave
after a night's sleep
as i open my window
and light is still young like some eyes blinking
i wonder
what are these birds up to
they do not build their nests here
they just come
spend a night and then leave and are back again
on the same hour of the same night
i try to ask more questions
that i myself have to answer
but then
something comes up within
the reasons do not really matter
it is their songs
the harmony with the wind
the joy of the trees
the bliss
of my own silence....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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THE BLISS OF MY OWN SILENCE (revised)
in this place
the first thing that i hear every morning
is the song of the birds
on top of trees
as they prepare to leave
after a night's sleep
as i open my window
and light is still young like some eyes blinking
i wonder
what are these birds up to?
they do not build their nests here
they just come
spend a night and then leave and are back again
on the same hour of the another night
i try to ask more questions
that i myself have to answer
but then
something comes up within
the reasons do not really matter
it is their songs
the harmony with the wind
the joy of the trees
the bliss
of my own silence....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How Many Lights Do You See?
How many lights do you see?
How many lights do you see?
There's one to say that night has come
And there's one that guards this jagged shore
And there's one to call the children home
And there's one to light the path they take
How many lights do you see?
How many lights do you see?
There's one to keep the shadows off
And there's one that tells me she got home
And there's one to read his novel by
And there's one that warms this dreary room
And there's one to watch the baby sleep
And there's one to count the blinking stars
And there's one that I just can't forget
And there's one that I remember too
How many lights do you see?
How many lights do you see?
There's one that waits for closing time
And there's one that gets left on all night
And there's one that marks the western sky
And it shines down on the quiet street
And there's one that floods the darker parts
And there's one that hurts my tired eyes
And there's one that says she's not asleep
And there's one that waits for her to wake
How many lights do you see?
How many lights do you see?
There is one that spills out on the beach
And it sparkles on the jetting rocks
And there is one that waits for tired ships
That sleep within this tired port
song performed by by Bright Eyes
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Wink Blink nd Twinkle
Tinkle, tinkle
Twinkle, twinkle
Delightful
Sound and sight
Tinkling laughter
Twinkling eyes
Winking and blinking
Light up our skies
poem by Shimon Weinroth
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Light
Light that can be kind. Light that can smell sweet. Light that can be soft.
Light that can be porcelain. Light that can be silent. Light that can speak.
Light that can hold many colors. Light that can be romantic. Light that can be harsh.
Light that can be cold. Light that can be warm. Light that can be dry.
Light that can be loud. Light that can be love. Light that can be faith.
Light that can be full of strength. Light that can be pure. Light that can be dark.
Light that can be fragile. Light that can be crazy. Light that can be weird.
Light that can be old. Light that can be new. Light that can be inbetween.
Light that can be swift. Light that can be sharp. Light that can wonder.
Light that can be insane. Light that can be smooth. Light that can dream.
Light that can be free. Light that can be everlasting. Light that can be wild.
Light that is the lord. Light that is Jesus. Light that is holy.
Light that is the trinity. Light that can belong. Light that can be fast.
Light that can sing. Light that is the holy ghost. Light that is the Bible.
Light that can be a mith. Light that can be still. Light that can be different.
Light that can be hole. Light that can be true. Light that can be whimsical.
Light that can be bright. Light that can be formed. Light that is blessed.
Light that can be full of presence. Light that can tell a story. Light that can be intelligent.
Light that is like no other!
poem by Shania K. Younce
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