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    To Believe11/10/17 I have died a thousand deaths Still you take away my breath And Lord I need you by my side Or I won't make it through the night You've shown me things I never knew There's mystery in all you do And even if the sun don't shine I'll love you 'till the end of time You lift me up and lead me on You gave me hope when it was gone I saw your smile through my tears And knew there's nothing left to fear Some things we aren't meant to see And some things they won't ever be As long as it's still you and me There's still a reason to believe chorus And yes, there's still a magic we can share It's running through our fingers and it's floating in the air And yes, oh baby yes I still believe If we try we can find everything we need The seasons come the seasons go There's always something new to know Cause nothing ever stays the same The weather always wants to change So feel the sun and watch the storm And let each day a new love form A vision of what's meant to be To hold us for eternity And yes, there's still a magic we can share It's running through our fingers and it's floating in the air And yes, oh baby yes I still believe If we try we can find everything we need
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    my house's stairway is seizedwith vertigo. Matter having forsaken its laws, we land in hell, ascending to heaven. Shadows move along ladders under the silence of ordinary things there is another silence: it belongs neither to the leaves nor to the dead with a crown of birds circling him a child is running in an abandoned house the stairway takes the measure of its own emptiness I myself am the stairway that Time has used in its funeral course wheels lift water in the gardens of Hama and come down not waiting for the river to put out the fire Here we are left with the river Seine and Paris's poisons. I prefer gardens where linden trees get ready for a lunar voyage The stairway that separates my room from my memory whispers in my ear... I am not at the mercy of men since trees live in my fantasies men and trees long for fire and call for the rain I love rains which carry desires to oceans. Between one airplane and another space is disoriented stars sneak into holes and brides go naked to wells their innocence wanes under our eyes You and I are made from a worm-eaten wood The Word has sunk we are left with no cry gesture or gaze silence to us is forbidden. We are threatened neither by life nor by death nor forced to admire the Spring I found earth-castles on the edge of the desert's torrents I took their marble stairs but could not find my way either up or down then I understood that I was in a state of non-reason and non-madness and that the gardens of Andalusia were standing ready to die. Two cities Two tears Let insanity keep between its skirts legs within its black eyes the fright of my adolescence and the nocturnal walk on the hills: which hill? I mean the kingdom that a man carries in his gut when his love's fulfilled. Two cities which are neither Beirut nor Damascus two tears: neither of alcohol nor of rain Yes there has been a truck and a blue-eyed woman from Russia —grey olive tree— I was a butterfly caught by a fire: neither the day's not the night's but the incandescence that radiates from the body like a receding sickness, Let tombs stay open! The stairway which leads to my room borrows its metals from Babylon The Prophet's Ascension had two movements we fell into whirlpools of mud and the wind followed his horse A tempest went after the sun's steps The Prophet swam through waves of clouds a river of gold carried his vessel and away from the sun he reached Paradise a Paradise made of light. The stairway which leads to my room leads to an observatory I own two telescopes to observe stars and black holes and take mechanized stairs which advance with no advance my hair spins with sunflowers Illegitimate is this linden tree which shakes by my door let us get ready for Hell! Cursed be messengers tossing about water's tranquility and building forest fences Oh that the wind go quicker than us! that we may be smothered by light! This linden tree standing by my door weights heavy on my days I will finally marry it and we shall bring children condemned to terror this tree looks at me with insistence: It will be kept waiting until Time's end. - Etel Adnan from "The Manifestations of the Voyage" from The Spring Flowers Own & The Manifestations of the Voyage.
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    Check out my new 75-page novella, 'The Grateful Dead' that includes characters, places, scenes, and phrases from over 150 Grateful Dead songs. See if you can find them all! Synopsis: Jed tries to decide whether to return to Tennessee or stay in the land of Fennario where he lives the good life in a house with his friends: Cassidy, Mason, Stephen, August West, and Jack Straw. Here is the link to the story: https://wordpress.com/posts/drawingsstories.wordpress.com Jacob Sackin www.jacobsackin.com
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    So it is the duty of the artist to discourage all traces of shameTo extend all boundaries To fog them in right over the plate To kill only what is ridiculous To establish problems To ignore solutions To listen to no one To omit nothing To contradict everything To generate the free brain To bear no cross To take part in no crucifixion To tinkle a warning when mankind strays To explode upon all parties To wound deeper than the soldier To heal this poor obstinate monkey once and for all To have kids with pretty angels To display his dancing seed To sail only in polar seas To laugh at every situation To besiege all their cities To exhaust the primitive To follow every false track To verify the irrational To exaggerate all things To inhabit everyone To lubricate each proportion To experience only experience To deviate at every point To offer no examples To dismiss all support To make one monster at least To go underground immediately To smell the shark's ass To multiply all opinions To work only in the distance To extend all shapes To acquire a sublime reputation To consort forever with the runaway To sport the glacial eye To direct all smouldering ambitions To frequent only the exterminating planets To kidnap the phantom's first-born To forego no succulent filth To masquerade as the author of every platitude To overwhelm the mariner with improper charts To expose himself to every ridicule To ambush their blow-nose Providence To set a flame in the high air To exclaim at the commonplace alone To cause the unseen eyes to open To advance with the majesty of the praying serpent To contrive always to be caught with his pants down To sprinkle mule-milk on the lifted brows of virgins To attach no importance whatever to his activity To admire only the absurd To be concerned with every profession save his own To raise a fortuitous stink on the boulevards of truth and beauty To desire an electrifiable intercourse with a female alligator To lift the flesh above the suffering To forgive the beautiful its disconsolate deceit To send the world away to crawl under his discarded pedestals To have the cunning of the imperilled wave To hide his lamentations in the shredded lungs of the tempest To recommend stone eyelashes for all candid lookers To attribute every magnificence to himself To maintain that the earth is neither round nor flat but a scomaphoid To flash his vengeful badge at every abyss To be revolted by only the sacred cow which piddles at the toes of the swamp To kneel with the blind and drunk brigands and learn their songs To happen To embrace the intemperate hermaphrodite of memory It is the artist's duty to be alive To drag people into glittering occupations To return always to the renewing stranger To observe only the funereal spectator To assume the ecstasy in all conceivable attitudes To follow the plundering whirlpool to its source To cry out nervously with every knock To stock his shelves with plaintive confessions and pernicious diaries To outflow the volcano in semen and phlegm To be treacherous when nothing is to be gained To enrich himself at the expense of everyone To reel in an exquisite sobriety To blush perpetually in gaping innocence To drift happily through the ruined race-intelligence To burrow beneath the subconscious To defend the unreal at the cost of his reason To obey each outrageous impulse To commit his company to all enchantments To rage against the sacrificing shepherds To return to a place remote from his native land To pursue the languid executioner to his hall bedroom To torment the spirit-lice To cover the mud with distinguished vegetation To regain the emperor's chair To pass from one world to another in carefree devotion To withdraw only when all have been profaned To contract every battering disease To peel off all substances from the face of horror To glue himself to every lascivious breast To hurl his vigorous cone into every trough To unroll the hide from that repugnant rhinoceros Time To refrain from no ownership To crowd the squat-rumped centuries into his own special residence To plunge beyond their smoking armpits - Kenneth Patchen
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    we're gonna need to get organizedlive beyond boundaries soften our hearts talk to each other we're gonna need to leave behind our baggage relinquish our comfort release our control co-exist we're gonna need to give up our addictions confront our pain ask for help give more than we take we're gonna need to dream bigger work harder get dirty take time we're gonna need to remember we're gonna need to forgive we're gonna need to let go we're gonna need to let go we're gonna need to feel fully revive our intuition make up our minds enact change we're gonna need to look at ourselves reconcile our ignorance sacrifice shame make amends we're gonna need to need less peel away the nonessential go hungry break a sweat we're gonna need to heal our fears tell our secrets share with our enemies love ourselves we're gonna need to study existence refine our dreams mediate our shadows cure our disbelief we're gonna need to practice magic we're gonna need to cherish water we're gonna need to grieve we're gonna need to move on we're gonna need to stay focused we're gonna need to be strong tend our commitment to beauty fuel our devotion to truth we're gonna need to pray we're gonna need to follow through endure burning we're gonna need to surrender we're gonna need to trust we're gonna need to give light we're gonna give light we are light we are - Naima Penniman
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    We were dancing - it must havebeen a foxtrot or a waltz, something romantic but requiring restraint, rise and fall, precise execution as we moved into the next song without stopping, two chests heaving above a seven-league stride - such perfect agony, one learns to smile through, ecstatic mimicry being the sine qua non of American Smooth. And because I was distracted by the effort of keeping my frame (the leftward lean, head turned just enough to gaze out past your ear and always smiling, smiling), I didn't notice how still you'd become until we had done it (for two measures? four?) - achieved flight, that swift and serene magnificence, before the earth remembered who we were and brought us down. - Rita Dove
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    One night a man was crying, "Allah! Allah!" His lips grew sweet with the praising, until a cynic said, "So! I have heard you calling out, but have you ever gotten any response?" The man had no answer to that. He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep. He dreamed he saw Khadir, the guide of souls, in a thick, green foliage. "Why did you stop praising?" "Because I've never heard anything back." "This longing you express is the return message." The grief you cry out from draws you toward union. Your pure sadness that wants help is the secret cup. Listen to the moan of a dog for its master. That whining is the connection. There are love dogs no one knows the names of. Give your life to be one of them. - Rumi
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    All the plans That were made Let them die Let them fade... After all's said and done Only here a moment Then the moment's gone I'll spend the day in my own way from In My Own Way - Ray LaMontagne 'Ouroboros'
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    Music functions in a pattern. Patterns. Patterns function in a whiz; the worse for patternistry which is not there. The gems of few lines. Then - music functions whole, patterns into system patterns. Thus do patterns become history and music - forms. Yes, do pages of phrases write motion, still things - that move, that have lines in mystery, because the best music then forms benign of misery. Blues yes! The blues do. But there is the music -in the blues that do and mercuriate to fire straight lines, non-curve, in monohorizontal unperplexed – in placate history with story-flight that flies faster than the bumblebees, yet with a blue aura: time in history does form this semblance, gravity in norm as unquested and easy, easily drawn. Straight go: time as music alive between the heats -plus-non-plus quicker in deed than Hurricane Jackson the heavyweight, more Alice in Wonderland before the feet think twice is Monk's music is. Feeling driving non-driving diz. - Henry Grimes
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    I wonder if the sun debates dawnsome mornings not wanting to rise out of bed from under the down-feather horizon if the sky grows tired of being everywhere at once adapting to the mood swings of the weather if clouds drift off trying to hold themselves together make deals with gravity to loiter a little longer I wonder if rain is scared of falling if it has trouble letting go if snow flakes get sick of being perfect all the time each one trying to be one-of-a-kind I wonder if stars wish upon themselves before they die if they need to teach their young how to shine I wonder if shadows long to just-for-once feel the sun if they get lost in the shuffle not knowing where they’re from I wonder if sunrise and sunset respect each other even though they’ve never met if volcanoes get stressed if storms have regrets if compost believes in life after death I wonder if breath ever thinks of suicide if the wind just wants to sit still sometimes and watch the world pass by if smoke was born knowing how to rise if rainbows get shy back stage not sure if their colors match right I wonder if lightning sets an alarm clock to know when to crack if rivers ever stop and think of turning back if streams meet the wrong sea and their whole lives run off-track I wonder if the snow wants to be black if the soil thinks she’s too dark if butterflies want to cover up their marks if rocks are self-conscious of their weight if mountains are insecure of their strength I wonder if waves get discouraged crawling up the sand only to be pulled back again to where they began if land feels stepped upon if sand feels insignificant if trees need to question their lovers to know where they stand if branches waver at the crossroads unsure of which way to grow if the leaves understand they’re replaceable and still dance when the wind blows I wonder where the moon goes when she is in hiding I want to find her there and watch the ocean spin from a distance listen to her stir in her sleep effort give way to existence - Naima Penniman
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yeah, i know i've been monopolizing this space, and i shallback off at some point. i'm just a poem-a-day kind of guy. :) these poems have felt so incomplete, unheard, sitting on my music stand, next to my folder of hunter/barlow material, and for them to be able to be read by some of you, gives them a sense of completion, and wholeness/fulness, that i could never express in words. so thank you all for your flexibility, and appreciation. you reading the words is really finishing the poems, in a way i never could. and thankyou dead.net, for this forum, again i can't express in words. also, i sent my mom here to read some of her kid's poems, so everybody now, HEY MOM!!! :) thanks grdaed, now i'm "gonna just lean back and turn on the jets" love, andy schubert
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the kids alright! and keep em coming FI, never reach that point of backing off, let it flow.peace
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Right on down that lazy river road. Love to sit on the banks and read your poems.peace,pk
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Couldn't get to sleep last nightThe thought of you was calling me And I could not fall No, I could not fall. I listened and I heard The nightbird a callin' me It sang so soft and true, It reminded me of you, Nightbird NIghtbird Nightbird a callin'. And when the song was gone There was nothing but The thought of you; And the night bird. Of what use is there To this endless dance of darkness; For the nightbird For the nightbird For the nightbird a callin' I couldn't get to sleep last night The thought of you was calling me, And I could not fall No, I could not fall. I listened, and I heard The nightbird a callin' me It sang so soft and true It reminded me of you Night bird Nightbird Nightbird a callin'.
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Beutiful poems Andy .. We are more then happy to read your poems .. Thank you for sharing them with us !! It is a nice treat to log on every morning and see a new poem from you .. Hello Andy`s mom !! I send my family here to ,,hehe.. Peace & sunshine ... Stu ...
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Where ever you goI will be there, Whether you know or not. I can't tell you How to be there You got to go Yourself. But when we show The feelings You gotta know That it's real. Where ever you go I will be there Whether you know or not. I can't tell you How to see there. You gotta Know yourself. But when we Show the feelings You gotta know That it's real You gotta know That it's real.
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What's up with your allusion illusion?Why can't you just say what you mean instead of trying to couch some meaning in spaces and words in between? Is raw naked truth just too real for you? Seems like the hot end of the match? Better to keep em all guessing bout you than getting hung up on some catch. You enjoy all your masks and your postures adopted designed to get what you're after. People want to believe so why not just deceive since other's feelings don't matter? There's no need to support a position if others just can't pin you down. And if anyone seems to get too close there's plenty of others around. Keep pitching persona into the sea of well meaning suckers you find. Surely you'll get the approval you seek leveraging those who are kind. Why say what you think when when others will feel like you're saying things they want to hear? As long as you get what you want out of them it won't matter that you bring them tears. Just satisfying your own wants and needs justifies your crass lack of class. Those messy details, substance, meaning, are just one big pain in the ass. So move swift and light, you rapacious thing, don't get snared inside your own trap. It's a bitter pill to swallow, you know, when all know that you're full of crap. Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.
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that's quite a good poem mr pid. a full frontal assaulton the ego, delivered with surgical precision. you don't see that much anymore. nice. f.i.
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Injustice Tiananmen Square 7/13-7/14/89 Dissident monks, activist students, protest outside the fence. Call and response, blame the betrayed for pursuing accountability. The world needs to see our society, in this culture of incrimination Due process, habeas corpus don't exist. Mind set rights of citizenship pray openly in public. Youngest political prisoner condition the necessary message. Wearing a monks logo distinctive with self determination Someone's missing a family member. Falsely accused of preaching against the institution teaching against the system. Transparent variation of immunity for the last time, rules don't apply Interpret the incident, you can either embrace Einstein or Mao. Living in anonymity, living a family life. You belong here, you who stood in front of tanks Balance a house divided, a bridge of freedom a love of common ground. Struggle for distinction, fairness, a fairest of rewards A responsible promise of democracy. Victimize the families of the executed, how soon they turn against their own Martial law ordered to do what they're told, that's what they'll do, and only that. Cornered off in the park, standing in circles, leave, disperse or be taken away. Chinese rifles penny a crate World weeps in remembrance gathering to mark its anniversary Collect the signatures, commitment of names effecting the course of history. State day parade everyone related to the L gang is Granted a hearing, prisoners will never be identified.
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for the props, free idea. I like your work, too. And just like Carly, I'll never tell... Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.
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Free idea I love reading your stuff its always a treat :) Allusion Illusion.... Mr.Pid!! :)
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Playing guitar on a warm sunny dayMy darlin' beside me is painting away Out in the forest, far from the rat race Nothing relaxes like Nature's embrace Down to the river to catch us some sup' Pour the wine bottle and say bottoms up Make love in the moonlight, and sleep in the stars Wake to the birdsong, this heaven is ours Lace up out boots and we head for the hills To have us a picnic where the waterfall spills And then after lunch, it's time to unwind Bask in the sun, your skin against mine Driftin' and dreamin' of days come and gone Glimpsing the future as time marches on Wherever we go, whatever we do Just know that I'll always be living for you
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True wisdom, when it comesIt comes so rarely Light splinters Through the window And it's so scary. But just for a moment And then off again Into the stratosphere; Floatin' the pilot Of my dreams, How could I tell you Which way to go When you know That I don't know How could you tell me Which way to spin When I see you fallin' in. True Wisdom, when it comes It comes so rarely Light splinters throught the window And it's so scary, yeah it's so scary. But just for a moment And then off again Into the stratosphere How could you tell me which way to go When I know that you don't know How could I tell you which way to spin When you see me fallin' in Fallin' in, fallin' in. True wisdom, fallin' in True wisdom, is fallin' in.
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Tonight I'm feeling lonely, and wishing you were herelaying right beside me. I ache when you are near. But you're so many miles away right now, so far, and yet so near. Sometimes pretending is all you've got. Sometimes pretending is all you've got. It might not seem like much, but it really is a lot. Sometimes pretending is all you've got. Seeing your sweet face, and your smile that's so kind, I just can't shake the image, you're always on my mind. To feel your arms around me our bliss all intertwined. Sometimes pretending is all you've got. Sometimes pretending is all you've got. It might not seem like much, but it really is a lot. Sometimes pretending is all you've got. You're right with me in my dreams, so very real to me it seems. I can't believe that you aren't actually here. Locked deep in love's embrace, my heart begins to race. My love for you just couldn't be more clear. You're not with me but you are, you're never very far. I think of you and then, well, there you are. I don't have you but I do, and tonight that will have to do. Sometimes pretending is all you've got. Sometimes pretending is all you've got. It might not seem like much, but it really is a lot. Sometimes pretending is all you've got. Sometimes pretending is all you've got. Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.
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You can come out now, wearing a smileOr you are welcome to sit in a pile But don't you think that maybe this time it's true You might have bit off more than you can chew. I expect in the end, that you really don't think so, But at least now you know, that I really do, And after all is said and done It doesn't matter who's to blame, Or even who loves who, Cause it all stays the same; Yeah, it all comes out in the end And what you lost was your only friend. So, when the final notes have sounded And through the final corner you have rounded What comes out are only grass stains Washed and rinsed clean by the rain Maybe you feel that everything is brand new But don't you think that maybe this time it's true You might have bit off more than you can chew.
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ok, i think i did this right, so if you have tabbed browser, you can go to : http://harmoniousgeometry.spaces.live.com to see the art (39 new mandalas up yesterday), and on an underneath tab, you can go to http://myspace.com/lavalur and the music should play while the pictures show. if you scroll below the mandalas, the poems should be there. I think you can download any and all. enjoy, free idea
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thx so much FI
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Long ago Far away In the Garden We did play Danced the starry nights away All I wish All I pray We may do it again someday pk
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Sounds, bubbling sounds Across the midnight swamp A woodpecker's beacon call Echoes through my mind On a snowy day Through eternity Cherry blossoms fall Across your face As I watch love grow Inside of you It's why we're here, in this Perfect state of grace. All the world is but a dream So watch it at most As the appearance of a shadow or a ghost; Watch, watch, and listen. Listen to the sounds Sounds bubbling sounds.
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Very nice words Mr.Pid and PK , I really like those poems guy`s !! Andy , another fine poem from you !! Thank you guy`s for sharing all these wonderful words !!
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I look up at the skySitting here watching the universe go by We're born, we live, we die Fill what's between with love And learn to fly Take the time to see Life's reality There's only one way to be free And that's to love I walk and wonder why We let the chance at heaven here Just pass us by We fight and then we cry And though it seems we can't go on But still we try So take the time to see Our diversity There's only one way to be free And that's to love
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Happy trails, you blazed a wonderful path, thank you.peace,pk
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Come to me in the morning, my darlingLet me show you what I mean When I say that I love you, Say that I love you. From distant stars, we came to meet And join together in the street, The street where I love you The street where I love you. Someday we will run in the meadows Of heather and Queen Anne's lace In a swirling cedar and sandalwood dream When I say that I love you When I say that I love you. Come to me in the morning, my darling Let me show you what I mean When I say that I love you When I say that I love you Let me say that I love you When I say that I love you.
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Big train rollin', comin' down the trackBig train rollin', gonna take me back Big train rollin', gonna carry me Big train rollin', gonna set me free; Rollin' down that big train track Once she get rollin', she don't come back. Big train rollin', comin' down the track Big train rollin', she ain't comin' back Roll me where that big train goes Take me where nobody knows You'll know what I mean, when you hear that sound Big train rollin', yeah, she's shakin' the ground Big train rollin', comin' down the track Big train rollin', gonna take me back Take me where that big train rolls Show me what nobody knows Ride me down that big train track Big train rollin', she ain't comin' back You'll know what I mean, when you hear that sound Big train comin', yeah she's shakin' the ground.
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which makes my previous poem probably the most ill-timedpoem ever, but had no idea, my prayers are with all involved. andy
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Leaves are falling, from the treesI feel the last of, summer's breeze Pluck the fruit and, next years seed Harvest time is here Vega shining, overhead Salmon spawning, in their redds Wood gets piled, in the shed Winter's getting near Days grow short and, nights grow long Need your love to, make me strong So I can sing the world a song To chase away the fear
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There's nothing more to sayYou show me the way You show me the way to your heart. So don't ask me to behave, It's too hard, Right from the start. There won't be Another day Just like today So let's not wait To play, in our hearts. You show me the way You show me the way ll: To Love in our hearts :ll every day. There's nothing more to say You're reelin' me in A little more everyday So don't ask me to leave Your heart. It's so hard not to say There will never be another day Like today In our hearts There's nothing more to say You show me the way ll: To love in our hearts :ll Everyday.
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that one is nice .. really like that one , campfire thoughts , reminds me of my childhood camping trips .. Thank you HT ... wishing a beutiful sunshiny day for all !! Stu ....
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thank you man, keep on shinin'! -ht
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Oh no, here you come again, now God knows where you've even been, now You're the nastiest angel That I've ever seen. Tell me, what rock Did you crawl out from under This time baby, Looking perfectly torn In your well cut jeans Do you even remember Where you spent last night, babe, Was it with her, Or was it with him. Even animals know Not to shit where they sit now, Or at least enough to come in from the rain. You've poisoned the pool So no one can swim now; Don't even warn me, Which way you're gonna lean, You're the nastiest angel That I've ever seen.
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9/16/08 Sometimes I feel so lonely And don't know what to do I stare out at the ocean When will I find you? Sometimes I feel so lonely At least I have my dog We drive up in the mountains Above the misty fog And when I feel the sunshine So warm and comforting I feel a little better My heart begins to sing And then I'm not so lonely It's no fun feeling blue I've got to keep my hopes up Someday I will find you
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The saddest song I ever wroteDoesn't even come close To the way you made me feel today ll:In your own special way:ll When I think of what we could have had Deep inside each others hopes And why you left me here, Up on the stage ll:In your own special way:ll I don't have much to say But what I have to say Is you'll get your own page, ll:In your own special way:ll All the lost nights, all the misty mornings Couldn't make up for the way You made me feel today ll:In your own special way:ll You could call me broken hearted But that don't even get it started To the way you made me feel today In your own special way You led me right to true love's door And left me standing there, laughing, As you swiftly stole away, In your own special way You left me there, holding nothing Just like before you breezed through the door What is it that you used to say, In your own special way.
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My love, to you, is like yesterday's toast a nuisance, all shrivelled and dry. I'm burned and discarded, ash in the wind raised up by your life blowing by. It's a new day now, better targets ahead and you've got other fish to fry. And the saddest thing about this is that you just never tried to learn why. Love, to you, is an unreferenced pronoun. Long rope, without anchor to tie. A useful tool, handy for gathering lots of things to augment your sty. Thanks for the fun times. There were far too few, but I'll remember them until I die. Hope you can fill that great void in your soul. Fare Well. Adieu. Goodbye. Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.
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Snow falling down, fluffy and soft. Rain dripping, cold and wet Freezing, feel the cold deep inside you I feel you shiver from the inside, out. Heart Racing From your soul to your fingertips and toes. I see the pleasure gleam out your eyes, as you bite your bottom lip. Eyes glazed, sitting, starring, sweating Oh MY! I see a tear, "I am not leaving", I need to slip out for a second. As I slowly back off, I see your goose bumps, and the little hairs standing all over. As your back is arched, I give you one slow passionate kiss while I stair deep into your eyes. which makes that cold raw feeling stop, and suddenly the Sun comes out! A warm feeling rushes through you, like a warm summer breeze. Your sweat dries to cool your hot skin and body. WOW the weather has changed!! From snow to rain, to sun and warmth, Through the toughest storm, and the worst weather, I will always remember you. 5-1-07—KB~~,{@
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you are my desert rose. The Summer sun beats down on my shoulders and bar neck the last drops of sweat evaporate. my mouth is parched Creatures scurry for shelter from the noon rays you can see the Heat rising from the sand dunes You are the Water that I desire. I am lost in the middle of the desert. and your beauty is like that hidden oasis paradise I see the Lush fruit hang from the trees, running water trickling into a lake. I am lost, and you are my savior. I lay down next to you my desert rose, I am in love The Beautiful scene suddenly fades to black. then to a bright white. I am dieing from dehydration, and heat stoke. But I will always remember the last sweet smell of my love, that desert rose.
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Reality melts into the manifestation of our dreams. into this scripted destiny we wonder like a drifter on the road Like a pirate on the open sea with the sun at my back I feel free earths gravity, mixed with reflections of light define our existence. I am the director, the actor, the set designer, the audience all in one perfect flash. All of mans desires are from the collective soul of humanity. One Breath in, one breath out, one breath in, one breath out. No control, scenes from a horror movie, obscure noises, pure WHITE LIGHT I am the Creator, I am the created. Shooting stars, faces on mars All built on the unknown. where do you stand? Season changing, all our life’s are like train waiting at the station "All aboard" echo’s through the canyon. we are the conductor, the engine, the cars, and the caboose while fate and destine are our railroad tracks. Where we came from is the beginning where we go is the end which way we get from one to the other is up to us.
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Minister tells me where to find the pearly gatesTelevision shows me there isn't any time to wait Cause we're sailing on the fault line Listenin' to that motor whine Never leave your lover blind Leave you running for cover. Stuck out in the freezing wind Never live like that again I took me a long time But I made up my mind That I'm living on the fault line Trying to find a better time Watching as I fall behind But it's too late to run for cover Cause we'ew running on rocky ground Listening hard, can't hear a sound You said that there was land ahead Well, if you were lying, then I think we're dead Cause we're sailing on the fault line Trippin' to another rhyme Seeing that we're losing time But it's too late to run for cover.
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It's easy to be cool when you're richThat's why I like people who can do it on nothing It's easy to be hip when you're stoned That's why I like to get off on my own So if it sounds like I think we're in trouble I know that we both know that we are not It's just that we could lose life in this bubble With just a few degrees too cold or too hot Crystal eyes lay forgotten Another path that took too much time Left to die out behind the others The others which we are not. It's easy to be happy in the fluffed up pillow zone That's why I like living a little closer to the bone It's easy to be foolish when you think that you are right That's why I like to think that I might be wrong It's easy to be cool when you're rich That's why I like people who can do it on nothing It's easy to be hip when you're stoned That's why I like to get off all alone So if it sounds like I think we're in trouble I know that we both know that we're not It's just sad that we could lose life in this bubble With just a few degrees too cold or too hot And if there is this much love here, when we're lazy Just think what we could do if we were not.
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I wish these days would never end,I'll miss the afterlight golden, Why can't we ever get it right, Unscrew the lid, the jar's too tight. Until then, I'll sing this morning song, to you Until then, I'll sing this morning song, to you. I want my heart to have a home We need to steer clear of the stone I wish we all could come as one For all true love to send, Until then; Until then, I'll sing this morning song, to you Until then, I'll sing this morning song, to you. So that big river never ends, Over the mountain, around the bend I want to be with you that long Until our love, it never ends. Until then, I'll sing this morning song, to you Until then, I'll sing this morning song, to you Until then, I'll sing this morning song, to you.
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Standing alone nowShadows come over the snow, Smoke from the chimney Lights from below. Learning the hard way That what's fair is fair, Running back over But you're over there. Circles spinning Shadows come over the moon Dolphins swimming To a past, come way too soon. Mountains moving Sparkles aglow in your hair, I remember It was right over there. Circles spinning Shadows out over the snow, Planets aligning Into the place that we both know; Circles spinning Shadows come over the moon, Spirit's ready now Not a moment too soon; Mountains moving Sparkles aglow in your hair I remember it was right over there, I remember; It was right, Over there.
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I'm not worried aboutWalkin' on water, I'm still trying to Stand on ice; A little dirt can Go a long long way; If we're only Being nice. I do wish we could find our way From darkness into light Until then, this is me thanking you For what you've done That's right. So I'm not worried about Walkin' on water I'm still trying to Stand on ice; Our little earth Can go a long long way, If we're only Being nice.
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Sunset paints a blazing skySummer yawns and says good-bye Seashore washed by suds and foam May the four winds blow you home Dark star hiding, in the sky The morning dew begins to cry Got two good eyes but still don't see There ain't no place I'd rather be Imagine dancing on the moon Did you remember your ballon? While sunshine day-dreams sing to you From that shining ball of blue Lost now on the country miles Nothin' left to do but smile It sure has been a wild ride Wave your flag and wave it high 9/21/08 Happy Autumn to all
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When I went to school, they told me the rules,But now that I'm through, I ask, who's the fool? I used to believe, that the world was free, But now I've learned, it's the fool, who gets burned. For there's a machine we call reality, The knots that tie, in the end, make you die And history proves, that the rich, with their greed, Just use the rest of us, to fuel their evil need. When I went to school, they told me the rules, Now that I'm through, I ask, who's the fool? I used to believe that the world was free, But now I've learned that it's the fool, who gets burned. Some seek their freedom in the rocks and the trees But in the end, most let the fear win; So, now what do we do, so ordinary, Just wait for the end, to do us in again? Why not look for a way, to make it work today, It doesn't work for anyone, until it works for us all. When I went to school, they told me the rules, But now that I'm through, I ask who's the fool? I used to believe that the world was free But now I've learned, it's the fool, who gets burned, But now I've learned, it's the fool, who gets burned.
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All night, in the rain;Ridin' on the Glenwood train, --Give me back my angel; Couldn't stand the pain; So I left my life behind, --Give me back my angel; I met her in 1849, on a corner In Phil-adelphia, P. A.; It wasn't very long, before She worked her ways on me, And stole my heart away; --Give me back my angel; All night in the rain Ridin' on the Glenwood train, --Give me back my angel; Couldn't stand the pain, So I left my life behind, --Give me back my angel; When it began to snow, Well she said she had to go, And don't you be a stranger; Just then the wheels left the road, I cried 'Look out below', --Give me back my angel; All night in the rain Ridin' on the Glenwood train, --Give me back my angel; Couldn't stand the pain So I left my life behind --Give me back my angel --Give me back my angel.
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the time arrives bills to pay moral debts carbon based ones too greenbacks become wallpaper how did it happen twice? the next one has some work to do god help us all.
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pai yow! pizza good feeling fat bad better to be on this side of the fence you know 6/22/69 1/24 or is it 25/71 nice and mellow then BAYOOM the cut in GL leaves one yet smiling the groove is found my soul dances around
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Doin' the big old boxcat bones,Shufflin' the ash, down on the coast; Never look back, as long as you're loose; No time to blow, when you're cutting the caboose. Send a square cat, down for his dues, He never come back, they never found his shoes; Don't you look back, as long as you're loose, And don't you know, they never found out who's Down doin' the mean old big boxcat blues, Don't count on it, or you'll learn to lose; Tell it to me straight now, we may only have this once, I'll keep it from my lips, until the morning comes. We'll let the morning bring on the day What will come, will come to be; Never stop a boat from docking at the pier, Never keep a ship from reaching to the sea. Down on the wharf, late last night, Doin' the big old boxcat bones; Shufflin' down the boardwalk, Lookin' for a light. Doin' the big old boxcat bones, Shufflin' the ash, down on the coast; Never look back, as long as you're loose, No time to blow, when you're cutting the caboo'.
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Little by Slow In turn we fall, we fly, we fail. The sun burns wisdom on the dragons tail. The street never sleeps, neither do i. Little by slow we live or we die. Dragon bone dust...deaths warm smile. My days pass by like an endless mile. Monteca, milagro, siempre, por que? The devil, a miracle, always, why? Little by slow we live or we die. The street never sleeps, neither do i. In turn we fall, we fly, we try. Little by slow we live or we die.
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You see, and look right on by,Cause I'm not there to you; You don't have to see me, Cause I'm not in your world; Lock your doors, Cross the street, When you see me coming; You better hit your feet, When you see me running, Cause you don't understand, I'm just another man -- Unfamiliar; Not following rules; This is what they warned you about When you went to school; When you see me running, When you see me running; You see and look right on by, Cause I'm not there to you; You don't have to see me. Cause I'm not in your world; Lock your doors, Cross the street, When you see me coming; You better hit your feet When you see me runnin', Cause you don't understand, I'm just another man; When you see me runnin' , When you see me runnin'.