Shaft!
Who am i?
I am i.
Who are you?
You are me!
Why cant I get it straight?
No!
Why cant I see it straight?
Shaft!
We cant let you,
We cant let you go.
Shaft! shaft! shaft! shaft!
Ill get a new one, then!
I take a look, a look around, gas limited.
I take a look around,
I tell myself I live again!
I take a look, a look around, gas limited.
I take a look around, I tell myself I live again!
Why cant I get it straight?
No!
Why cant I see it straight?
Shaft!
We cant let you,
We cant let you go.
Up until this day;
I take a look, a look around, gas limited.
Up untile this day;
I look around, I tell myselfi live again!
Shaft....
Wheres lorena when we need her?
song performed by by Incubus
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Vanishing Eyes
I saw your shaft on the water
So empty was the depth
I touched the beauty
Which was torn in me
So long dark nights I had
With you in joy or sad
Kissing the land of myths
Rising the soddomies of love
I saw your shaft on the water
For a while she has disappeared
Maybe feared
Of me, a wicked outlaw
You soar from the water into my heart
You are naked in me as I am
The moon will cry to her emptiness
You are with whole life and gods in me
I saw your shaft on the water of my eyes
For she will never rise
poem by Amir Forougi
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Be not a shoemaker nor yet a shaft maker save for thyself alone: let the shoe be misshapen, or crooked the shaft, and a curse on thy head will be called.
Ride Dreams Through Star Gates
Who first lashed dream feathers
from bird of prey to smooth shaft
of an arrow giving a stick flight?
Who first carved a wooden wheel
attached wheels to concept shaft
shaft to cart yoked in horse powers?
Mystic connections seed imagination minds
dreams tamed are swift fleet fast wild horses
who can ride dreams through star gate lights?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Stand Up
There is a heart alive somewhere there is a heart in the heart of a city
there is a beat a beating heart come with me now I want to find it
money, pressure, desperation monkey on the back beaten to submission
anxiety attack working for survival with one eye on the clock the faces
on the underground are in a state of at the bottom of a shaft at the
bottom of a mine shaft there is a sole survivor at the bottom of a shaft
at the bottom of a mine shaft a long distance driver there is a beat
that is still alive but it's HARD to find in the heart of the city we
move around in the underground in our endless grey we can ignore each
other all day!
song performed by by Underworld
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The Rainbow of Happiness
Over the rainbow bluebirds scatter,
Nothing’s there to really matter.
A shaft of light born of love,
From the womb of life
Pierces the axis of your being
Your home.
No need to climb that mountain,
No need for promised lands,
No need to climb that fence,
The shaft of light has told you,
You’re sitting on a golden seat,
See,
Your Eden’s.
Lying all around your feet.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Razor Edge Reflexes
I have a secret source of inspiration
an infusion of secret determination
the assassin who marked me prime target
shot shaft after devilish shaft death skillfully
sometimes the attack of an enemy
makes a more skilled superior warrior
skills latent within are horned keen
once untested battle seasoned I stand
cutting edge of iron prepares senses
reactions blur in beauty of shadow dance
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Glycine's Song
A sunny shaft did I behold,
From sky to earth it slanted:
And poised therein a bird so bold
Sweet bird, thou wert enchanted!
He sank, he rose, he twinkled, he troll'd
Within that shaft of sunny mist;
His eyes of fire, his beak of gold,
All else of amethyst!
And thus he sang: 'Adieu! adieu!
Love's dreams prove seldom true.
The blossoms, they make no delay:
The sparking dew-drops will not stay.
Sweet month of May,
We must away;
Far, far away!
To-day! to-day!'
poem by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
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Sudden Enlightenment after BUSON Yosa no
SUDDEN ENLIGHTENMENT
Cecity stumbled
stick through moonlight shaft tumbled
on me and laughed
7 March 1975 revised 28 December 2008 robi03_0043_buso01_0001 PHT_JXX
after BUSON Yosa no 1716_1784
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SUDDEN ENLIGHTENMENT
A blind man groping
through a brilliant shaft of moonlight, stumbled
into me - and laughed!
translator unknown
BUSON Yosa no 1716_1784
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Desperation Of Trespassed Life
man perceives
subconsciously
with pain
-laden
inner eye
piercing shaft
lays
vampire heart
to rest
thus
symbolising
an innate
dread of death
all allure gifts
vivacious vivid
carnal spiritual
alike
are conquered
when suffering
terror spasms
coursing through
failing frame
defeat faith hope
as soul
succumbs
to ultimate
chill
shadow
rooted
in
indifferent
death
the desperation
of trespassed
life
is transitory
the piercing shaft
that lays
the vampire heart
to rest
poem by Terence George Craddock
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An axe without a shaft is no threat to the forest.
Subculture
I like walking in the park
When it gets late at night
I move 'round in the dark
And leave when it gets light
I sit around by day
Tied up in chains so tight
These crazy words of mine
So wrong they could be
What do I get out of this?
I always try, I always miss
One of these days youll go back to your home
You wont even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
Youll realise you cant shaft without someone else
In the end you will submit
Its got to hurt a little bit
I like talking in my sleep
When people work so hard
They need what they cant keep
A choice that leaves them scarred
A room without a view
Unveils the truth so soon
And when the sun goes down
Youve lost what you had
What do I get out of this?
I always try, I always miss
One of these days youll go back to your home
You wont even notice that you are alone
One of these days when you sit by yourself
Youll realise you cant shaft without someone else
In the end you will submit
Its got to hurt a little bit
song performed by by New Order
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Antigone
She lived in a bowl
On the kitchen countertop
At the end of a shaft of light
In the company of a waterwheel
Between the rim's frill
Where the glass thickened to a lip
And the bowl's bottom, carpeted
With Perl mutter shingle
Aligned, more or less
To cosmic north and south
Jeweled with yellow beads
Like the windows of an airbus.
Balanced in her heaven
By fins that beat dimly
A mouth that sucked in water
As if fueled by a rubber band,
Her eyes like ebony pin-heads
Her form horizontally striped blue-
Occasionally emitting a bubble
Or grazing at the waterline
She was a vertebrate all right
Highly evolved and alone
Little fish, little pond, big name-
Antigone. What became of you?
She lived in a bowl
On the kitchen countertop
At the end of a shaft of light
Antigone, what became of you?
poem by Morgan Michaels
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You can't make a good shaft of a pig's tail.
Law is like a shaft of a cart, it points wherever you turn it to.
A Cupid's Arrow
The scab where Cupid's arrow had entered
had barely healed, leaving just a wisp of a scar
evident there; but the inner pain remained.
The sounds of its shaft, its purple burning shaft
is still present
to my muffled memory
which flinches from its approaching sound
its whoosh, its dull thud
piercing a heart valve,
denying blood to my feverished brain
which sounded the alarm that love
seen by many as Cupids blessing
but for me it was an arrow emptying out
my life's blood
outside and down, plunging
drawn by gravity
falling onto the maroon carpeting
invisible almost
while all around me urged that I celebrate
but I knew too
that heart valves burst too in love's first
volley
and that Cupid
is too, a mixed blessing.
But how to remove an embedded shaft
without causing the wound to shed one's very life blood,
or is it best to leave it in place, count the bliss
and ignore the tremendous event
many saw as unvarnished and good?
Why must Cupid's arrow steal from me my identify
in favor of a new merging one?
Why must Cupid's arrow involve blood?
And who is to explain the scab and pain
the wound brings
when love leaves
that hollow,
now bleeding vacuum,
which grows a scab
sometimes leaves a scar
plastered over with
urgings of 'you must move on.'
It is not that love is bad. It is not.
It is that it is transforming and the transforming
sometimes leaves me without a me I had known all my life
and the new me is merged with another
if they leave
I wonder what then what will I be left with?
Who has not pondered this?
Life then is the road traveled
strewn with Cupid's discarded arrows
and pained souls marching.
Yet, If I hear yet again
the shaft's approach
that whooshing sound
that Cupid's arrow makes
I know, I once again
will bare my chest
and take its plunge full on
because that is how Love is Made.
I remind myself of all of this as I prepare for the date.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The shaft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle's own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.
Shaft was a pop culture figure along t he lines of, I guess, Dirty Harry - except that he wasn't as much of a racist. So yeah, I was always a fan.
quote by Jeffrey Wright
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