Luci In The Sky With Demons
I'll spread me open, stuck to my ribs
Are all your infants in abortion cribs
You run like roaches, and you try to die
I know your poison, in our space we'll lie
To an obscene god we will dance and spit
The skin is thin, in our beds we sit
We take off our rings and we kneel
Our scabbed knees are so slow to heal
Stretch a little boy hole
For looking-glass people
I don't want to be me
I don't want to fear, no
Momma's got a scarecrow
Got to let the corn grow
A man can't always reap what he sows
(Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine)
Leave yourself to be ultra-here
The chill of fall is always crawling near
Spiders in the flowers
Never know their smell
The barbers here know secrets
They will never tell
(Cut, cut, cut in pantomime, mime, mime
I'll be your devil if you'll admit you're mine
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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She Never Told Me She Was A Mime
When we first met she seemed perfectly normal
I never dreamed shed make my life so hard
You see, my baby, she started to change
Started lookin kinda strange
Wearin all that white makeup and those black leotards
Well, I guess she kept her little secret pretty well
Now, ever since I learned the horrible truth, you know my life has been a living hell
Thats right, you see...
She never told me she was a mime
She never told me she was a mime, oh no
Actin like shes trapped inside a big glass box all the time
She never told me, she never told me whe was a...
Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-ma-mime
I wish we both could just talk it all over
But my baby wont even make a sound
Now she makes everybody sick
Doin that pantomime shtick
Even our old friends have stopped coming around
Well, mmy parents cant stand her and our neighbors hate her guts
Shes really, really embarrassing me... this silent treatments driving me nuts
You see...
She never told me she was a mime
She never told me she was a mime, oh no
Now shes actin like shes trapped inside a big glass box all the time... what a crime
She never told me (she never told me) she never told me she was a mime
She walks against the wind everywhere we go
Stops at every corner, gotta put on a show
Carries round a picture of marcel marceau
Always the wuiet type, but how was I know to know?
She never told me she was a mime
She never told me she was a mime, oh no
Actin like shes trapped inside a big glass box all the ti-yi-yi-yi-yi-yi-yime
She never told me, she never told me whe was a mime
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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The Mock Self
Few friends are mine, though many wights there be
Who, meeting oft a phantasm that makes claim
To be myself, and hath my face and name,
And whose thin fraud I wink at privily,
Account this light impostor very me.
What boots it undeceive them, and proclaim
Myself myself, and whelm this cheat with shame?
I care not, so he leave my true self free,
Impose not on me also; but alas!
I too, at fault, bewildered, sometimes take
Him for myself, and far from mine own sight,
Torpid, indifferent, doth mine own self pass;
And yet anon leaps suddenly awake,
And spurns the gibbering mime into the night.
poem by William Watson
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From the Diary of a Mimes
At my grandmothers house, you will see a hundred years of family portraits. We are a family of mimes. The portraits are of mimes.
You may ask why would someone wish to be a mime? For it is a limited existence beings that a mime s a simile of a single frame photograph. Look at the pictures at grandmothers house, do you feel the pain? This is my pain.
Becoming a mime.
I was six or seven years old. Grandmother and I were sitting in her living room, I had slept over at her house for a weekend while mom, dad and little brother tend to other things. Grandmother was in an odd mood today. She looked at her pictures and smiled some. And cried a little." I think its time you wore your mime face." She said. Today you will learn how to become a mime." So I said" Yes madman she proceeded to make up my face.
As she put on my makeup she started to cry. She cried for a long time. I was a little girl I started crying as well. I could not watch my grandmother cry without shedding tears of my own. So we sat and cried.
'Why are we crying' I asked? 'Well dear, sometimes life deals you a hard enough blow that even a mime will cry." I said 'Ok.'I was soon to find out what she meant. This is the day I learned a safe place for a heart to be. I learned that a person could freeze emotions and save them for future use. Yes place them in a jar, to be opened at an appropriate time. For that is what I do. You see I write a sad story, open a jar of tears and cry for a minute.
So after a good cry, grandmother took my hand and led me to the foyer wondered why I had to wear my mime face. Well grandmother had hers on, so I thought it must be a family thing, and I did not question. We sat under the foyer, was hot.New Orleans is a hot place at certain times of the year. There was no breeze, was still as could be. Nothing moved, except perhaps the webs a few lucky spiders, the ones who had prey to close in on.
'God bless mother nature, child. Its infinite wisdom, allows all creatures sustenance 'Uhh grandmother, that is a spider. Kill it, mom does.''No." She says, this is his house. If he were in mine, then I would kill him, but he lives here and kills insects.'
'You say he" I asked." How do you know it is a male spider? " She sighs." I do not know.' So I ask." Then why do you say it is a male? " It is taken for granted that any unknown sex is referred to as he. God is male." I answer" God could be a woman. I do not think anyone knows Gods sex grandmother. The world would be better if God was a female.''Perhaps so child." She answers, " Perhaps so.'
'Your father used to say that when he was your age. Always a philosophy with him." And her eye tiered up again. But I saw her turn to ice of a sudden. The tears dried. Then a long white car pulled up in the driveway, grandmother took my hand and we walked to the car. A man in a grey uniform opened the door and we sat inside. 'I will remember every detail of this day. For this is where my life changed.'
The car drove us to a big fancy building, it was full of mimes dressed in black. Even as a child I realized that something was wrong, so many mimes, all crying and made up in misery faces. I wondered why. They all parted as grandmother and I entered the building.
It was an odd place. Sad sounding music reminded me of harmonies of sorrow, organs and moans and tears. There were 3 pretty boxes in the center of the room. People were all around, most of them mimes, most were crying. 'Grand mother, what is in the boxes? 'I asked." Why do all the mimes look into them and cry? ''Never mind my child. Just be a mime.'
'Well if my daddy was here he would pick me up and I could see what was in the boxes." My grandmother looked down at me and started to cry, and the tears flowed." Brace yourself girl." She said. Then she picked me up. Eagerly I looked over the side of the box. In it was the reason I became a mime. I saw my fathers body made up to be a mime laying with his hands together as if he were praying. My brother and mother the same in other boxes. I knew they had passed away.
It was hard on a little girl, to have it etched into her mind.I kicked and screamed till grandmother set me on my feet. I ran out of the room and never spoke another word until this day.
I do not like this one much.
You Were Mine
When you were mine
I held some reason and rhyme
A Jacobs ladder to climb
Sweet days of roses and wine.
Back then our hearts were new
As newborn stars turned out to view
That restless ocean of blue.
Our souls kissed once
And flew.
When you were mine
And we would sit, candlelit
And dine
That laughter of another another time
Those harmonies that
Now i can only mime.
Tears always follow after love sublime
The hollow silence of decline.
That heartbreak in slow motion
Yet I say that I'm just fine
God, what gave me the notion
That you were ever mine.
Copyright Kevin East.
poem by Kevin East
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Never get a mime talking. He won't stop.
quote by Marcel Marceau
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If you were going to shoot a mime, would you use a silencer?
quote by Steven Wright
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What sculptors do is represent the essence of gesture. What is important in mime is attitude.
quote by Marcel Marceau
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Getting Better
It's getting better all the time
I used to get mad at my school
The teachers who taught me weren't cool
Holding me down
Turning me round
Filling me up with your rules.
I've got to admit it's getting better,
It's getting better all the time
I've got to admit it's getting better,
It's getting better since you've been mine.
Me used to be angry young man
Me hiding me head in the sand
You gave me the word
I finally heard
I'm doing the best that I can
I admit it's getting better,
It's getting better all the time
I've got to admit it's getting better,
It's getting better since you've been mine.
Getting so much better all the time
It' getting better all the time, Better Better, Better
It' getting better all the time, Better Better, Better
I used to be cruel to my woman I beat her and
kept her apart from the things that she loved
Man, i was mean, but I'm changing my scene and I'm doing the best that I can.
I admit it's getting better,
It's getting better all the time
I've got to admit it's getting better,
It's getting better since you've been mine.
Getting so much better all the time
song performed by by Gomez
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Harlekin Hystrion
Will in time scream
It was not me
Never shed a sec
The way you shed your tears
The way you shed your smiles
Will in time mime
There’s nothing to see
But a wave of my hand
Reaching too nigh
Upon illusions fed
Illuminae sucked
Upon the twilight bled
Moments frozen stuck
For once I end
It’ll be too late
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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I worked with a mime coach. I did weapons training. I did weight training.
quote by Kristanna Loken
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To me, acting is acting... I'd be happy working on a street corner in a mime troupe.
quote by Kelly McGillis
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Winds of Change...
I sat across the street gazing at time,
Only to witness a grand robbery yet not a crime,
I asked time a question and it did mime,
In it's wondrous gestures which do claim,
That a change is essential in this evolving world,
It's absence could make everything to curl.
A change for the better is always welcome,
Many wonderful discoveries were the outcome,
A change is inevitable, everyone must sail the ship,
Failing to do so one is orphaned alone in the devil's grip,
A change for the good is good to change,
So embrace the time with the 'Winds Of Change'.
poem by Deepak Calyampoondi
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Pyramid
Lost in the pyramid of love,
Prime, time, dime, mime, lime, rime;
And like a country's crows!
But dancing with you in the rain is the only alternative.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Getting Better
Its getting better all the time
I used to get mad at my school
The teachers who taught me werent cool
Youre holding me down, turning me round
Filling me up with your rules
Ive got to admit its getting better
A little better all the time
I have to admit its getting better
Its getting better since youve been mine
Me used to be a angry young man
Me hiding me head in the sand
You gave me the word
I finally heard
Im doing the best that I can
Ive got to admit its getting better
A little better all the time
I have to admit its getting better
Its getting better since youve been mine
Getting so much better all the time
Its getting better all the time
Better, better, better
Its getting better all the time
Better, better, better
I used to be cruel to my woman
I beat her and kept her apart from the things that she loved
Man I was mean but Im changing my scene
And Im doing the best that I can
I admit its getting better
A little better all the time
Yes I admit its getting better
Its getting better since youve been mine
Getting so much better all the time
Its getting better all the time
Better, better, better
Its getting better all the time
Better, better, better
Getting so much better all the time
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Pantomime
In my fantasy, Im a Pantomime
I'll just move my hands and everyone sees what I mean
Words are too messy, and its way past time
To end in my mouth paint my face white and tried
To reinvent the sea, one wave a time
Speak without my voice and see the world by candlelight
I aint afraid to let it out
Im not afraid to take that fall
But I have found beyond all doubt
You say more by saying nothing at all
In my fantasy, no such thing as time
Minutes bleed into days avant garde and show
Me your heresies, and Ill show you mine
We only speak in Pantomimes on this carpet ride
I aint afraid to let it out
Im not afraid to take that fall
But I found beyond all doubt
You say more by saying nothing at all
In my fantasy, you look good entwined
In my hair and skin and spit and sweat and spilled red wine
Youre my deep secret
Im your Pantomime
Ill just move my hands Ill promise youll see what I mean
song performed by by Incubus
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Dirt Sweeper is Time - Initial Version of Tipping Points
Man has reached a point in time
where he must choose before that choice
is forced upon him. Few rejoice
because the spectral pantomime
is faced with closure, cannot mime
a role with sense, nor find a voice
authentic underneath its grime.
Democracy has called the tune
since communistic threats appeared.
They, proving weaker than first feared, -
despite the missions to the moon, -
to dust dissolved are. Silver spoon
resumes his reign too highly geared
to cope with chaos which will soon
sweep the system, branches prune
which sturdy seem - soon to be sheared.
Enterprise has engineered
excesses while the baby boom
puts pressure on where once a boon
enhancing it was held, revered.
Restrictions? - Democratic doom.
It seems dream seams split one by one:
Social unrest, confusion, here.
There earthquakes, famine. Cracks appear
Inevitable. Time trap sprung!
Man machineseems out of gear,
Economies unbalanced, - fear
rampant that our race is run.
(8 October 1992)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Kiss: Sonnet 2
If this is love that I feel
When you kiss me
Then my lips are sealed
Because I won't tell you how you bring me to my knees
One little kiss is life altering
It could be a peck or very passionate
I feel like I'm faltering
But soon I regret it
This sounds like lust
A lust for your kiss
I can't stop but I must
Now you're probably pissed
Your kisses are a stolen past time
Our connected lives are like a mime
(3/29/07)
poem by Stacey Gibbs
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Fall.
When did I fall.
Our souls touched in mime.
As we held hands
At the ball.
And danced
In another rhyme.
Long ago
Before you would show
Your lovely face.
I would fall
In that ancient
Moonlit place.
A million years before
We knew
What sweet love
Could do.
When did we fall
To never
Hit the ground.
Explode,
Without an earthly sound.
Sitting
On some garden wall.
The moon
Wrapped you in a shawl
Of blue.
Against the cold.
In times of old,
Before we flew.
The colours of love's
Ever
Changing hue.
As
I was destined
To fall
For you.
poem by Kevin East
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Devil Dance
lucifer falls from grace
the host of heaven watch
his disgrace
satan walks the earth
doing the devil dance
man is mine to take
evil lurks within his heart
woman calls to man come here
man walks over to eve to talk
takes the apple she does hold
bites deep in the forbidden fruit
as satan does the devil dance
man is mine to take
evil lurks within his heart
two for one done done
the devil walks across the molten sea
deep below the deep blue sea
devil dance he begins
man and woman both
ill take for evil lurks
within their breast
as lucifer
as satan
as devil
do the devil dance.
poem by Graham Russell
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Swinging Is More Than Just Dancing
One could assume that all we do is mime
It happens to be the easiest way we convey
Bodies intertwine two at a time
Two and two and two do play
Creating a loud harmonious chime
It is merely the sound created as we go astray
What we do, some consider a crime
We could never call it passé
For it creates a feeling called sublime.
poem by Emily Hunt
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