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You Gotta Go

I never know why
Why we can't see eye to eye
And like a fool I believed
We would find a way to survive
I wish we could be more than just a memory
Cuz we loved, we laughed, we cried
And there's no good in goodbye
You tell me you need some time
Some time to be on my own
Right now when I need you so
Don't know how long it will take
Do you expect me to wait
But baby I gotta go
Then you gotta go
If you must go, you ought to know
I will get along, I will live without you
And if you should leave I hope you see
I won't be around baby if you should leave
You're gonna need me
You might think that leaving is easy
I had no right to lead you on
I should have told you the moment the feeling was gone
What I'm trying to say is that I need some space
I need to be sure
No, you'll never find another love like me
All around this world
Still you tell me
You tell me you need some time
Some time to be on my own
Right now when I need you so
Don't know how long it will take
Do you expect me to wait
But baby I gotta go
Then you gotta go
You said you'll always be mine
I need to be on my own
I gotta be on my own
Not gonna beg you to stay
But you'll be back boy I know
Baby I gotta go
Then you gotta go
Then you gotta go
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Hermann And Dorothea - IX. Urania

CONCLUSION.

O YE Muses, who gladly favour a love that is heartfelt,
Who on his way the excellent youth have hitherto guided,
Who have press'd the maid to his bosom before their betrothal,
Help still further to perfect the bonds of a couple so loving,
Drive away the clouds which over their happiness hover!
But begin by saying what now in the house has been passing.

For the third time the mother impatiently enter'd the chamber
Where the men were sitting, which she had anxiously quitted,
Speaking of the approaching storm, and the loss of the moon's light,
Then of her son's long absence, and all the perils that night brings.
Strongly she censured their friends for having so soon left the youngster,
For not even addressing the maiden, or seeking to woo her.

'Make not the worst of the mischief,' the father peevishly answer'd;
'For you see we are waiting ourselves, expecting the issue.'

But the neighbour sat still, and calmly address'd them as follows:--
'In uneasy moments like these, I always feel grateful
To my late father, who when I was young all seeds of impatience
In my mind uprooted, and left no fragment remaining,
And I learnt how to wait, as well as the best of the wise men.
'Tell us what legerdemain he employ'd,' the pastor made answer.
'I will gladly inform you, and each one may gain by the lesson,'
Answer'd the neighbour. 'When I was a boy, I was standing one Sunday
In a state of impatience, eagerly waiting the carriage
Which was to carry us out to the fountain under the lime-trees;
But it came not; I ran like a weasel now hither, now thither,
Up and down the stairs, and from the door to the window;
Both my hands were prickling, I scratch'd away at the tables,
Stamping and trotting about, and scarcely refrain'd I from crying.
All this the calm man composedly saw; but finally when I
Carried my folly too far, by the arm he quietly took me,
Led me up to the window, and used this significant language
'See you up yonder the joiner's workshop, now closed for the Sunday?
'Twill be re-open'd to-morrow, and plane and saw will be working.
Thus will the busy hours be pass'd from morning till evening.
But remember this: the rimming will soon be arriving,
When the master, together with all his men, will be busy
In preparing and finishing quickly and deftly your coffin,
And they will carefully bring over here that house made of boards, which
Will at length receive the patient as well as impatient,
And which is destined to carry a roof that's unpleasantly heavy.
All that he mention'd I forthwith saw taking place in my mind's eye,
Saw the boards join'd together, and saw the black cover made ready,
Patiently then I sat, and meekly awaited the carriage.
And I always think of the coffin whenever I see men
Running about in a state of doubtful and wild expectation.'

Smilingly answered the pastor:--'Death's stirring image is neither
Unto the wise a cause of alarm,--or an end to the pious.
Back into life it urges the former, and teaches him action,
And, for the weal of the latter, it strengthens his hope in affliction.
Death is a giver of life unto both. Your father did wrongly
When to the sensitive boy he pointed out death in its own form.
Unto the youth should be shown the worth of a noble and ripen'd
Age, and unto the old man, youth, that both may rejoice in
The eternal circle, and life may in life be made perfect!'

Here the door was open'd. The handsome couple appear'd there,
And the friends were amazed, the loving parents astonish'd
At the form of the bride, the form of the bridegroom resembling.
Yes! the door appear'd too small to admit the tall figures
Which now cross'd the threshold, in company walking together.
To his parents Hermann presented her, hastily saying:--
'Here is a maiden just of the sort you are wishing to have here,
Welcome her kindly, dear father! she fully deserves it, and you too,
Mother dear, ask her questions as to her housekeeping knowledge,
That you may see how well she deserves to form one of our party.'
Then he hastily took on one side the excellent pastor,
Saying:--' Kind sir, I entreat you to help me out of this trouble
Quickly, and loosen the knot, whose unravelling I am so dreading;
For I have not ventured to woo as my bride the fair maiden,
But she believes she's to be a maid in the house, and I fear me
She will in anger depart, as soon as we talk about marriage.
But it must be decided at once! no longer in error
Shall she remain, and I no longer this doubt can put up with.
Hasten and once more exhibit that wisdom we all hold in honour.'
So the pastor forthwith turn'd round to the rest of the party,
But the maiden's soul was, unhappily, troubled already
By the talk of the father, who just had address'd her as follows,
Speaking good humour'dly, and in accents pleasant and lively
'Yes, I'm well satisfied, child! I joyfully see that my son has
Just as good taste as his father, who in his younger days show'd it,
Always leading the fairest one out in the dance, and then lastly
Taking the fairest one home as his wife--'twas your dear little mother!
For by the bride whom a man selects, we may easily gather
What kind of spirit his is, and whether he knows his own value.
But you will surely need but a short time to form your decision,
For I verily think he will find it full easy to follow.'
Hermann but partially heard the words; the whole of his members
Inwardly quivered, and all the circle were suddenly silent.

But the excellent maiden, by words of such irony wounded,
(As she esteem'd them to be) and deeply distress'd in her spirit,
Stood, while a passing flush from her cheeks as far as her neck was
Spreading, but she restrain'd herself, and collected her thoughts soon;
Then to the old man she said, not fully concealing her sorrow
'Truly I was not prepared by your son for such a reception,
When he described his father's nature,--that excellent burgher,
And I know I am standing before you, a person of culture,
Who behaves himself wisely to all, in a suitable manner.
But it would seem that you feel not pity enough for the poor thing
Who has just cross'd your threshold, prepared to enter your service
Else you would not seek to point out, with ridicule bitter,
How far removed my lot from your son's and that of yourself is.
True, with a little bundle, and poor, I have enter'd your dwelling,
Which it is the owner's delight to furnish with all things.
But I know myself well, and feel the whole situation.
Is it generous thus to greet me with language so jeering,
Which was well nigh expelled me the house, when just on the threshold?'

Hermann uneasily moved about, and signed to the pastor
To interpose without delay, and clear up the error.
Quickly the wise man advanced to the spot, and witness'd the maiden's
Silent vexation and tearful eyes and scarce-restrain'd sorrow.
Then his spirit advised him to solve not at once the confusion,
But, on the contrary, prove the excited mind of the maiden.
So, in words framed to try her, the pastor address'd her as follows:--
'Surely, my foreign maiden, you did not fully consider,
When you made up your mind to serve a stranger so quickly,
What it really is to enter the house of a master;
For a shake of the hand decides your fate for a twelvemonth,
And a single word Yes to much endurance will bind you.
But the worst part of the service is not the wearisome habits,
Nor the bitter toil of the work, which seems never-ending;
For the active freeman works hard as well as the servant.
But to suffer the whims of the master, who blames you unjustly,
Or who calls for this and for that, not knowing his own mind,
And the mistress's violence, always so easily kindled,
With the children's rough and supercilious bad manners,--
This is indeed hard to bear, whilst still fulfilling your duties
Promptly and actively, never becoming morose or ill-natured;
Yet for such work you appear little fit, for already the father's
Jokes have offended you deeply; yet nothing more commonly happens
Than to tease a maiden about her liking a youngster.'
Thus he spoke, and the maiden felt the weight of his language,
And no more restrain'd herself; mightily all her emotions
Show'd themselves, her bosom heaved, and a deep sigh escaped her,
And whilst shedding burning tears, she answer'd as follows:--
'Ne'er does the clever man, who seeks to advise us in sorrow,
Think how little his chilling words our hearts can deliver
From the pangs which an unseen destiny fastens upon us.
You are happy and merry. How then should a jest ever wound you?
But the slightest touch gives torture to those who are suff'ring.
Even dissimulation would nothing avail me at present.
Let me at once disclose what later would deepen my sorrow,
And consign me perchance to agony mute and consuming.
Let me depart forthwith! No more in this house dare I linger;
I must hence and away, and look once more for my poor friends
Whom I left in distress, when seeking to better my fortunes.
This is my firm resolve; and now I may properly tell you
That which had else been buried for many a year in my bosom.
Yes, the father's jest has wounded me deeply, I own it,
Not that I'm proud and touchy, as ill becometh a servant,
But because in truth in my heart a feeling has risen
For the youth, who to-day has fill'd the part of my Saviour.
For when first in the road he left me, his image remain'd still
Firmly fix'd in my mind; and I thought of the fortunate maiden
Whom, as his betroth'd one, he cherish'd perchance in his bosom.
And when I found him again at the well, the sight of him charm'd me
Just as if I had-seen an angel descending from heaven.
And I follow'd him willingly, when as a servant he sought me,
But by my heart in truth I was flatter'd (I need must confess it),
As I hitherward came, that I might possibly win him,
If I became in the house an indispensable pillar.
But, alas, I now see the dangers I well nigh fell into,
When I bethought me of living so near a silently-loved one.
Now for the first time I feel how far removed a poor maiden
Is from a richer youth, however clever she may be.
I have told you all this, that you my heart may mistake not,
Which an event that in thought I foreshadow has wounded already.
For I must have expected, my secret wishes concealing,
That, ere much time had elapsed, I should see him bringing his bride home.
And how then could I have endured my hidden affliction!
Happily I am warn'd in time, and out of my bosom
Has my secret escaped, whilst curable still is the evil.
But no more of the subject! I now must tarry no longer
In this house, where I now am standing in pain and confusion,
All my foolish hopes and my feelings freely confessing.
Not the night which, with sinking clouds, is spreading around us,
Not the rolling thunder (I hear it already) shall stop me,
Not the falling rain, which outside is descending in torrents,
Not the blustering storm. All this I had to encounter
In that sorrowful flight, while the enemy follow'd behind Us.
And once more I go on my way, as I long have been wont to,
Seized by the whirlpool of time, and parted from all that I care for.
So farewell! I'll tarry no longer. My fate is accomplish'd!'

Thus she spoke, and towards the door she hastily turn'd her,
Holding under her arm the bundle she brought when arriving.
But the mother seized by both of her arms the fair maiden,
Clasping her round the body, and cried with surprise and amazement
'Say, what signifies this? These fruitless tears, what denote they?
No, I'll not leave you alone! You're surely my dear son's betroth'd one!'
But the father stood still, and show'd a great deal of reluctance,
Stared at the weeping girl, and peevishly spoke then as follows
'This, then, is all the indulgence my friends are willing to give me,
That at the close of the day the most unpleasant thing happens!
For there is nothing I hate so much as the tears of a woman,
And their passionate cries, set up with such heat and excitement,
Which a little plain sense would show to be utterly needless.
Truly, I find the sight of these whimsical doings a nuisance.
Matters must shift for themselves; as for me, I think it is bed-time.'
So he quickly turn'd round, and hasten'd to go to the chamber
Where the marriage-bed stood, in which he slept for the most part.
But his son held him back, and spoke in words of entreaty
'Father, don't go in a hurry, and be not amniote with the maiden!
I alone have to bear the blame of all this confusion,
Which our friend has increased by his unexpected dissembling.
Speak then, honour'd Sir! for to you the affair I confided;
Heap not up pain and annoyance, but rather complete the whole matter;
For I surely in future should not respect you so highly,
If you play practical jokes, instead of displaying true wisdom.'

Thereupon the worthy pastor smilingly answer'd
'What kind of wisdom could have extracted the charming confession
Of this good maiden, and so have reveal'd all her character to us?
Is not your care converted at once to pleasure and rapture?
Speak out, then, for yourself! Why need explanations from others
Hermann then stepped forward, and gently address'd her as follows
'Do not repent of your tears, nor yet of your passing affliction;
For they perfect my happiness; yours too, I fain would consider.
I came not to the fountain, to hire so noble a maiden
As a servant, I came to seek to win you affections.
But, alas! my timid gaze had not strength to discover
Your heart's leanings; it saw in your eye but a friendly expression,
When you greeted it out of the tranquil fountain's bright mirror.
Merely to bring you home, made half of my happiness certain
But you now make it complete! May every blessing be yours, then!'
Then the maiden look'd on the youth with heartfelt emotion,
And avoided not kiss or embrace, the summit of rapture,
When they also are to the loving the long-wish'd-for pledges
Of approaching bliss in a life which now seems to them endless.
Then the pastor told the others the whole of the story;
But the maiden came and gracefully bent o'er the father,
Kissing the while his hand, which he to draw back attempted.
And she said:--' I am sure that you will forgive the surprised one,
First for her tears of sorrow, and then for her tears of true rapture.
O forgive the emotions by which they both have been prompted,
And let me fully enjoy the bliss that has now been vouchsafed me!
Let the first vexation, which my confusion gave rise to,
Also be the last! The loving service which lately
Was by the servant promised, shall now by the daughter be render'd.'

And the father, his tears concealing, straightway embraced her;
Lovingly came the mother in turn, and heartily kiss'd her,
Warmly shaking her hand; and silently wept they together.
Then in a hasty manner, the good and sensible pastor
Seized the hand of the father, his wedding-ring off from his finger
Drawing (not easily though; so plump was the member that held it)
Then he took the mother's ring, and betroth'd the two children,
Saying:--'Once more may it be these golden hoops' destination
Firmly to fasten a bond altogether resembling the old one!
For this youth is deeply imbued with love for the maiden,
And the maiden confesses that she for the youth has a liking.
Therefore, I now betroth you, and wish you all blessings hereafter,
With the parents' consent, and with our friend here as a witness.'

And the neighbour bent forward, and added his own benediction;
But when the clergyman placed the gold ring on the hand of the maiden,
He with astonishment saw the one which already was on it,
And which Hermann before at the fountain had anxiously noticed.
Whereupon he spoke in words at once friendly and jesting
'What! You are twice engaging yourself? I hope that the first one
May not appear at the altar, unkindly forbidding the banns there!'

But she said in reply:--'O let me devote but one moment
To this mournful remembrance! For well did the good youth deserve it,
Who, when departing, presented the ring, but never return'd home.
All was by him foreseen, when freedom's love of a sudden,
And a desire to play his part in the new-found Existence,
Drove him to go to Paris, where prison and death were his portion.
'Farewell,' said he, 'I go; for all things on earth are in motion
At this moment, and all things appear in a state of disunion.
Fundamental laws in the steadiest countries are loosen'd,
And possessions are parted from those who used to possess them,
Friends are parted from friends, and love is parted from love too.
I now leave you here, and whether I ever shall see you
Here again,--who can tell? Perchance these words will our last be.
Man is a stranger here upon earth, the proverb informs us;
Every person has now become more a stranger than ever.
Ours the soil is no longer; our treasures are fast flying from us;
All the sacred old vessels of gold and silver are melted,
All is moving, as though the old-fashion'd world would roll backwards
Into chaos and night, in order anew to be fashion'd.
You of my heart have possession, and if we shall ever here-after
Meet again over the wreck of the world, it will be as new creatures,
All remodell'd and free and independent of fortune;
For what fetters can bind down those who survive such a period!
But if we are destined not to escape from these dangers,
If we are never again to embrace each other with raptures
O then fondly keep in your thoughts my hovering image,
That you may be prepared with like courage for good and ill fortune!
If a new home or a new alliance should chance to allure you,
Then enjoy with thanks whatever your destiny offers,
Purely loving the loving, and grateful to him who thus loves you.
But remember always to tread with a circumspect footstep,
For the fresh pangs of a second loss will behind you be lurking.
Deem each day as sacred; but value not life any higher
Than any other possession, for all possessions are fleeting.'
Thus he spoke; and the noble youth and I parted for ever:
Meanwhile I ev'rything lost, and a thousand times thought of his warning.
Once more I think of his words, now that love is sweetly preparing
Happiness for me anew, and the brightest of hopes is unfolding.
Pardon me, dearest friend, for trembling e'en at the moment
When I am clasping your arm! For thus, on first landing, the sailor
Fancies that even the solid ground is shaking beneath him.'

Thus she spoke, and she placed the rings by the side of each other.
But the bridegroom answer'd, with noble and manly emotion
'All the firmer, amidst the universal disruption,
Be, Dorothea, our union! We'll show ourselves bold and enduring,
Firmly hold our own, and firmly retain our possessions.
For the man who in wav'ring times is inclined to be wav'ring
Only increases the evil, and spreads it wider and wider;
But the man of firm decision the universe fashions.
'Tis not becoming the Germans to further this fearful commotion,
And in addition to waver uncertainly hither and thither.
'This is our own!' we ought to say, and so to maintain it!
For the world will ever applaud those resolute nations
Who for God and the Law, their wives, and parents, and children
Struggle, and fall when contending against the foeman together.
You are mine; and now what is mine, is mine more than ever.
Not with anxiety will I preserve it, or timidly use it,
But with courage and strength. And if the enemy threaten
Now or hereafter, I'll hold myself ready, and reach down my weapons.
If I know that the house and my parents by you are protected,
I shall expose my breast to the enemy, void of all terror;
And if all others thought thus, then might against might should be measured,
And in the early prospect of peace we should all be rejoicing.'

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If You Want To Find Love

He was sitting on a bar stool
A picture from a cheating song
Shed been standing by the jukebox
Dropping quarters all night long.
He said, tell me: are you lonely?
Is there some place we can go?
She said: cowboy, you know Im lonely
But theres something you should know.
If you wanna find gold go looking in the mountains
If you wanna find silver go digging in stones
If you wanna find heaven go reading in the Bible
If you wanna find love go looking at home.
She touched the gold ring on his finger
And held it to the jukebox light
And she said. Stranger, think what youre losing
If you leave here with me tonight.
So he hold her body closer
She felt feelings shed never known
And he said: thank you, for the lesson
And if you need me Ill be at home.
If you wanna find gold go looking in the mountains
If you wanna find silver go digging in stones
If you wanna find heaven go reading in the Bible
If you wanna find love go looking at home...

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Baby's Gonna Cry

Do you feel sorry lover?
Do you feel blue?
What reason did you have
To be untrue?
Now you could be so good
But you have to be so bad
When you could make me
Happy lover
You make me sad.
Now there's a cool breeze blowin'
Blowin' out the flame
That used to burn inside me
At the mention of your name,
Now there's a cool breeze blowin'
Blowin' down the track -
That's where i'm goin'
And i'm never comin' back...
My my - baby's gonna cry
My my - baby's gonna cry
My my - baby's gonna cry
Tonight - oh yea...
Now there's nothing
Comes from nothing
That's what they always say
Didn't mama tell ya
That's the price you have to pay?
Now you can't have
Your piece of cake
And eat the sweet thing too
But that kind of understanding
Isn't good enough for you
My my - baby's gonna cry

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(My My) Baby's Gonna Cry

Do you feel sorry lover?
Do you feel blue?
What reason did you have
To be untrue?
Now you could be so good
But you have to be so bad
When you could make me
Happy lover
You make me sad.
Now there's a cool breeze blowin'
Blowin' out the flame
That used to burn inside me
At the mention of your name,
Now there's a cool breeze blowin'
Blowin' down the track -
That's where I'm goin'
And I'm never comin' back...
My my - baby's gonna cry
My my - baby's gonna cry
My my - baby's gonna cry
Tonight - oh yea...
Now there's nothing
Comes from nothing
That's what they always say
Didn't mama tell ya
That's the price you have to pay?
Now you can't have
Your piece of cake
And eat the sweet thing too
But that kind of understanding
Isn't good enough for you
My my - baby's gonna cry

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To See Which One Is Better Suited To Lead

I can't be the only one witnessing this,
With uninhibited curiosity.

'What is it that you are looking at? '

You see those two guys?
Running as if they are escaping from something.

'Yes.
I've been watching them for awhile.
And it is difficult to describe this,
But...
They are actually running towards that brick wall.
To see who will win the hitting of their heads up against it.
Look over there in the distance.
See the people cheering them on? '

Is this a new sport?
What is this called?

'Believe it or not...
They've spent billions to do this.'

To do what?

'To see which one is better suited to lead them.'

To lead them?
Where?

'To that tremendous ditch,
Growing deeper and wider behind them.'

But what sense does that make?
Why can't the people get off that wall...
And pitch in to fill the ditch?

'You weren't here to witness,
The other people running away...
In the other direction.'

You're right.
Why were they running in the other direction?

'They gave up trying to warn everybody about the ditch.
They were labelled as being negative.
So they chose to get away as far as they can.
With a keeping of themselves distanced.'

I don't understand what values and standards are kept,
By the doing of this.

'Trust me.
Don't try.
Just observe.'

What a nail biter this is.
Plus my knuckles are turning white.

'If you get caught up in it...
Eventually you'll find yourself cheering on that wall.
And tomorrow?
That ditch will still be getting bigger.
With everyone still screaming about,
Nonexisting entitlements.'

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You cant find love trust me

You cant find love trust me, with a hookers head buried in your lap.
I cant be bought for five dollars, and viewed behind plexiglass.
impossible to achive, when she is easy.

You cant find love trust me, in three bags of chips in front of a tv.
hard to accomplish, when a shower is tabboo.
impossible when so called freinds, are anything but.

You cant find love trust me, when your all alone.
busted leg in three places for six months.
nobody calls, nobody comes, nobody cares.

You cant find love trust me, when left in the back seat of a burning car.
two up front gone, engine a flame.
they watch as you struggle with a stuck front seat

You cant find love trust me, when its vengence
seduced, captured, four kids
was not going to be her easy way out

You cant find love trust me, when you pass out
whole left side paralized, people laughing
shoulder shrug, call 911

You cant find love trust me, when you see your mom not doing dad
yelled at for coming home early
then probed about what you saw

You cant find love trust me, In the ninth at belmont
whole check just about gone, just got payed
skipped work to feel like a complete shit

You cant find love trust me, with no freinds
only puzzles, models, video games
some teen years, yea right real fun

You cant find love trust me, when you really love her
tell her so, but she does not love you back
that hurt, oh my god that really hurt.

You cant find love trust me, sleeping married life alone
snore so what, confined to other room, a deal breaker
Being single in a marriage you try it.

You cant find love trust me, when you dont love yourself
people help oh yes they do, but you got to love you
with out it?

YOU CANT FIND LOVE TRUST ME

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Nosedive

You wonder why our firm relations took a nosedive
I guess, you should go back to the primal roots
Considering our liaison was long ago still alive
Maybe it was my grievous fault to lick your boots

Total submission can lead to getting into a habit
And afterwords love fades away without any traces
Who knows when it's time to murder love or stop it?
You keep on looking for the one among unknown faces

If life is too short, then love may last much shorter
The haunting memories survive for distant ages
The ruthless time is gonna blow us out of the water
Yet the history has a room for blank and wilted pages

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The Pained

I can see it in her eyes
The pain gnawing at her on and on
I can feel it too
Same as I can feel my own pain

For days we would fleetingly
Look at each others eyes
I know she can feel my pain
Same as she can feel her own

Comes a time
When I long for those fleeting seconds
Oh when will the opening be
When will the sharing be

Then did the moment come a day
What the eyes knew
Spoken through the mouth
Pain and pain intertwined

We did become
Companions in pain
Sometimes ecstasy, sometimes sweet pain
Yes bearable pain

But then did life take her
Ended her pain for all times
Leaving me with a thousandfold
Pain and pain

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Give Me Strength

Im not one to complain
But things get heavy now and again
These obstacles leave
Little scars on the brain
Give me strength to carry on
Give me strength to carry on
I know this worrying
Makes my body ill
Stops me reaching the heights
Where we all belong
Give me strength to carry on
Give me strength I must feel strong
Give me strength to carry on
Give me strength I must feel strong
I will relax in your arms
Feel like a newborn babe
Ill be floating in space
Watching the world turn round
Give me strength to carry on
Give me strength I must feel strong
Give me strength to carry on
Feels like all my hope is gone
Relax in your arms
Like a newborn babe
Float in space
And watch the world turn
Problems seem to fade
Weightless in the air
No need to worry
Leave it behind
Im not one to complain
But thing get heavy now and again
Getting through these obstacles
Leave skas on the brain
You make me feel
There is no need to worry
It will be fine
Given some time

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May You Find Love This Cristmas

May you find love this Christmas
May your heart fill with cheer
May you feel so special
May it last all through the years

May you find love this Christmas
May there be a smile on your face
May you forget those sad times
May they leave without a trace

May you find love this Christmas
May God bless you my friend
May the happiness you share
May it start a new trend

May you find love this Christmas
May you be surrounded by friends
May it be joy this season brings
May it never come to an end

May you find love this Christmas
May you spread it all around
May you enjoy doing just that
May you spread it all over town

May you find love this Christmas
May you dig deep within your heart
May you share that great love
That maybe on your list or chart

May you find love this Christmas
May you find lots of joy
May you share it equally
With every little girl and boy

May you find love this Christmas
May it be better than ever before
May your love flow freely
May it start from that Heavenly Shore


MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE

wrote 12/11/2007 by Norman Hale Jr

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0364 Poetry reads; poetry speaks

Its like an adult version of a parlour game, isn’t it?
a sorta cross between a single-handed game of patience
and a crossword puzzle where the guy who set the puzzle
is always a step at least ahead of you dammit
and knows theres a perfect solution
only known to him, or Him

so here I am, shuffling these black-and-white
(well, kinda browny-maroon on this site)
soundless things which are supposed to be
sounds in my ear and mind which
by mad optimism forever proved somewhat
or totally wrong in experience
are supposed to come out the other end
into your ear and mind in a vaguely
similar manner – allowing for the fact
that if youre of a critical cast then
youll have a superior ear and mind
to mine anyway so thats a mess for a start
and I suppose the same applies if
you have an inferior - oh forget it

so forget for the moment
this creeping disorder of rather dumb
black and white caterpillars making their humpy
busy-legged but corporately slow
progress across the page in a
disorderly snaky line, arguing among themselves
trying to remember (ah yes, Plato,
trying to remember) like
a Spanish bus-queue, whom they’re
behind and whom they’re in front of
if and when the bus comes, while they
chatter in little groups among themselves –

where was I, ah yes, forget
the black-and-white on paper, and rhyme
or not, and all that technical stuff
which youre not suppose to notice anyway
and know that what
I really want to do is

take your two hands gently in mine and
smiling, look you straight in the eye
and say
when alls said and done
and that may take a little time,
and to coin a cliché which
Im not apologising for, but
forget its supposed to be poetry and
listen to my sincere voice saying

isn’t it a wonderful world?

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Aurobindo 103 Savitri Book 7

An appreciation on Savitri-
Book Seven: The Book of Yoga
Canto Three: The Entry into the Inner Countries
Words within inverted commas are Aurobindo's

'But to the too satisfied and confident sage
Savitri replied casting into his world'
'Happy are they who in this chaos of things,
This coming and going of the feet of Time,
Can find the single Truth, the eternal Law:
Untouched they live by hope and doubt and fear.'
Happy are men anchored on fixed belief
In this uncertain and ambiguous world, '

Or who have planted in the heart's rich soil
One small grain of spiritual certitude.
Happiest who stand on faith as on a rock.'
'But I must pass leaving the ended search,
Truth's rounded outcome firm, immutable
And this harmonic building of world-fact,
This ordered knowledge of apparent things.
Here I can stay not, for I seek my soul.'

'None answered in that bright contented world, '
'But some murmured, passers-by from kindred spheres: '
But others, 'Nay, it is her spirit she seeks.
A splendid shadow of the name of God,
A formless lustre from the Ideal's realm,
The Spirit is the Holy Ghost of Mind;
But none has touched its limbs or seen its face.'
And that none can ever surpass her ism...

... 'she cried: 'O happy company of luminous gods,
Reveal, who know, the road that I must tread, -'
'O Savitri, from thy hidden soul we come.
We are the messengers, the occult gods...
Then Savitri following the great winding road
'....One felt the silent nearness of the soul.'.....

............My consciousness this moment,
O'Guru, I'm in awe....in invincible heights
Ineffable Thee embellishing poetic creation
My inquisitive apprehension, erring Thee may opine
May thereso, let Savitri in my self arise
Aroused thereso be knowledge and fortune

End of Canto Three

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Collected Poems (1994)

Lying in bed this morning, just a year
Since our first days, I was trying to assess -
Against my natural caution - by desire
And how the fact outdid it, my happiness:
And finding the awkwardness of keeping clear
Numberless flamingo thoughts and memories,
My dear and dearest husband, in this kind
Of rambling letter, I'll disburse my mind.
Technical problems have always given me trouble:
A child stiff at the fiddle, my ear had praise
And my intention only; so, as was natural,
Coming to verse, I hid my lack of ease
By writing only as I thought myself able,
Escaped the crash of the bold by salt originalities.
This is one reason for writing far from one's heart;
A better is, that one fears it may be hurt.
By an inadequate style one fears to cheapen
Glory, and that it may be blurred if seen
Through the eye's used centre, not the new margin.
It is the hardest thing with love to burn
And write it down, for what was the real passion
Left to its own words will seem trivial and thin.
We can in making love look face to face:
In poetry, crooked, and with no embrace.
Tolstoy's hero found in his newborn child
Only another aching, vulnerable part;
And it is true our first joy hundredfold
Increased our dangers, pricking in every street
In accidents and wars: yet this is healed
Not by reason, but with an endurance of delight
Since our marriage, which, once thoroughly known,
Is known for good, though in time it were gone.
You, hopeful baby with the erring toes,
Grew, it seems to me, to a natural pleasure
In the elegant strict machine, from the abstruse
Science of printing to the rich red and azure
It plays on hoardings, rusty industrial noise,
All these could add to your inherited treasure:
A poise which many wish for, writing the machine
Poems of laboured praise, but few attain.
And loitered up your childhood to my arms.
I would hold you there for ever, and know
Certainly now, that though the vacuum looms
Quotidian dullness, in these beams don't die
They're wrong who say that happiness never comes
On earth, that was spread here its crystal sea.
And since you, loiterer, did compose this wonder,
Be with me still, and may God hold his thunder.

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A Letter

Lying in bed this morning, just a year

Since our first days, I was trying to assess --

Against my natural caution -- by desire

And how the fact outdid it, my happiness:

And finding the awkwardness of keeping clear

Numberless flamingo thoughts and memories,

My dear and dearest husband, in this kind

Of rambling letter, I'll disburse my mind.

Technical problems have always given me trouble:

A child stiff at the fiddle, my ear had praise

And my intention only; so, as was natural,

Coming to verse, I hid my lack of ease

By writing only as I thought myself able,

Escaped the crash of the bold by salt originalities.

This is one reason for writing far from one's heart;

A better is, that one fears it may be hurt.

By an inadequate style one fears to cheapen

Glory, and that it may be blurred if seen

Through the eye's used centre, not the new margin.

It is the hardest thing with love to burn

And write it down, for what was the real passion

Left to its own words will seem trivial and thin.

We can in making love look face to face:

In poetry, crooked, and with no embrace.

Tolstoy's hero found in his newborn child

Only another aching, vulnerable part;

And it is true our first joy hundredfold

Increased our dangers, pricking in every street

In accidents and wars: yet this is healed

Not by reason, but with an endurance of delight

Since our marriage, which, once thoroughly known,

Is known for good, though in time it were gone.

You, hopeful baby with the erring toes,

Grew, it seems to me, to a natural pleasure

In the elegant strict machine, from the abstruse

Science of printing to the rich red and azure

It plays on hoardings, rusty industrial noise,

All these could add to your inherited treasure:

A poise which many wish for, writing the machine

Poems of laboured praise, but few attain.

And loitered up your childhood to my arms.

I would hold you there for ever, and know

Certainly now, that though the vacuum looms

Quotidian dullness, in these beams don't die

They're wrong who say that happiness never comes

On earth, that was spread here its crystal sea.

And since you, loiterer, did compose this wonder,

Be with me still, and may God hold his thunder.

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To This World Of Dying Humanity

The starter was served awfully before than-
You arrived;
The end is way afar yet.
And you have already relinquished;
All your days of juvenile hopes,
And all your nights of wet dreams.

Strippers, Dancers and Hookers,
Crying,
While awake or asleep;
Money, Money and Money…
Professors, Doctors and Philosophers,
Whispering,
In the ears of their confused minds;
Money, Money and Money…
Priests, Pandits and Sheikhs,
Praying,
In the abodes of their delusional holiness;
Money, Money and Money…
Artists, Poets and Thinkers,
Talking,
To an imagery of their animated desires;
Money, Money and Money…
Revolutionists, Extremists and Politicians,
Shouting,
In the minds of the naive adolescence;
Money, Money and Money…

Hey,
Why are you saying so?
Are you out of your mind?
Are you not one of us?
Hey,
We got you;
You penniless filth,
You say things about Money;
When,
Cant get it any more
Before,
You were like us;
Crying, whispering, praying, talking and shouting for
Money, Money and Money…

Listen to me;
My brothers and sisters,
For I would not speak again.
I,
Who is one like you;
Is no different,
From your own flesh and blood.
Which runs through your veins,
And which you dont even mind to eat;
When ravenous.
Lend me your ears;
My brothers and sisters,
For I would not speak again.
Do not misjudge me,
And do not deny me;
As I am one of you.
This world is a false metaphor;
Created millions of years back,
With the darkness of Light.
An examination venue,
Designed like a ball room;
Where men and women,
Come; make pairs, dance and leave.
But before leaving;
They are acknowledged with a testimony,
Of their orgasmic love;
In the form of the angelic divinity.

Men and Women of our mother earth;
Here creeps an illusive ambiguity-
If we all were angels once;
And if we were nothing,
But a part of eternal divinity-
Then,
Why we have become devils today?
Needs, Desires, Beliefs, Hatreds, and underneath all;
Our Ego…

I am neither a prophet nor a saint,
I am like you, just an ordinary man;
I know nothing,
Except the internal fact;
And that is what you fear to listen-
If you can kill your Ego,
For another man or woman;
If you can sacrifice your inner-self,
For the sake of the other soul;
You can salvage,
The Spirit Forfeited;
And you can retrieve,
The Paradise Lost;
On this planet of living misery,
And in this world of dying humanity.

Nov 24,2008

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If You Don’t Find Love

In this city, you can die
In a lonely drive-by,
Blood oozing from your chest
In the dirty street
And someone will walk over you
Eating a sandwich
And never skip a beat.

If you dont find love, one day,
Youll suffer a funereal
Without any mourners,
Or possibly be tossed
On a garbage heap.

Things dont look currently
That encouraging to me,
But Im not decaying yet.

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To Find The World

to find the world
is to find your world

that is it, this is what is
it all about
it is about you and the world
you finally find
at first in your fingertips
spinning and then
inside your heart
you spinning
inside your world

the world spins
finally inside you
and you and the world
you finally find
become one

to find the world
your world
finds you and you are
not surprised anymore

the awe and wonder
inside your heart
where now
the world lives
in peace

you and your world
in harmony
like body and soul
sleeping together
in twilight

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Looking to find love

Looking to find love
~
What criteria do you offer
What experiences can you bring
Could you offer the commitment
Or rise to each challenge
That will come in time
How do you think
You may bring something to this
To keep ideas fresh and new
The long hours
Are you ready for those
This is not contractual
But requires priority assurance
How is your problem solving
Your ability to rationalise
Your memory
What criteria do you offer
The commitment to each challenge
Think something fresh and new
Apply in words if interested
In looking to find love

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Good News

Hes watching the girls on the dance floor
Hes watching the light in her hair
Hes praying that loves gonna come soon
Theres a sweet smell of hope in the air
Just another boy from a steel town
With the flash of the mill in his eye
He dont move for hip cool or fashion
But he knows where the deepest one lies
And hed love to be warm
And hed love to love you
So give him some good news
All the cards on the table
But dont look that man in the eye
Say a prayer for the dealer
And kiss your old life goodbye
Go to church light a candle
But dont lose your head for gods sake
Why is my heart beating faster
Oh why do my hands start to shake
cos hed love to be warm
And hed love to love you
So give him some good news

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Cant Find Love

Cant find love
Cant find love
Cant find love
Cant find love
When there is nothing to believe in
Biting on the lonely bullet
cause you
Cant find love
Counting all the heartless stars
At night
One by one
Try to keep your heart from breakin
cause you
Cant find love
Tasting all the tears you cry
At night
One by one
When there is nothing to believe in
You cant find love all alone
You cant find love all alone
Running through the sleepless
Nights cause you
Cant find love
Cry away the lonesome day
cause you
Cant find love
Crowded into solitary with the
Lonesome ones
Love could set your heart on fire if it
Would return
With something you can believe in
You cant find love all alone
You cant find love all alone
Find love, find love
Well, come on
Find love, find love
Well, come on -- well, come on
You cant find love all alone
You cant find love all alone
Walk fine talk fine do it if it feels
Fine but dont say no
Walk fine talk fine do it if it feels
Fine but dont say no
Fat ass no class so bad shell never
Pass but dont say no
Slow kind fast kind do it till it
Wrecks your mind but dont say no
Take some make some do it till you
Make her come but dont say no
Inside outside no one gets a free ride
But dont say no
My time your time

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