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Tired is not a word in my vocabulary.

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Not For Word

Love is
Not for
Word...

It is a
Heart beat...

She is Heart
Beat in he's
Heart...

He is Heart
Beat in she's
Heart...

Live of love...So,
Love is not
Only for word...

Its real heart
Beat...!

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Tired But Not Giving Up

tired of trying to be someting i'm not
tired of trying to act as if i dont see the things you do to me
i'm tired but i'm not giving up

my parents are tired of me acting a fool and not staying in school
they tired of me putting my friends before my education
they tired me not coming home on time
they are tired but they are not giving up

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Not A Word

Not a word in your room
I watch your hand
Stroking your hair
You know I look
You don't watch me
Does the time stand still?
You move so slow
I hear you softly sigh for me -
Only for me
I know you - let me see
I see your kiss
Painted for me
You know I do
But you don't watch me
Magificent
Immodesty
I place myself at your command
Give it to me
Just a word in your ear
I feel your arms around me
You want me there
I want you here
I meet you now -
You meet me too
You take a kiss
So tenderly from me

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Not A Word

Love, my heart is faint with waiting,
Faint with hope and joy deferred,
All night long at this sad grating,
Sleepless like a prisoned bird,
Singing low,
Singing slow:
Come, ah come, love.--Not a word!

Love, in vain for thee this token
Did I tie, poor silken cord,
To my window. See, 'tis broken
And the strands fly heavenward.
All are free,
All but me.
Come, ah come, love.--Not a word!

Lo, the first sad streak of morning
Cleaves the heaven like a sword.
Love, too late I hear the warning,
Of thy footstep on the sward.
Yet, ah yet,
Though 'tis late,
Come; but mind, love, not a word!

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Love Sonnet 39 Your Lips Are Shut, Betraying Not A Word

Your lips are shut, betraying not a word,
But what beckoned were sparkles from your eyes,
This stranger, thus encouraged did afford,
To come cubits nearer, yet soonest dies;
For thousand suns brighten your lovely face,
Such sight to see a galaxy away,
That when you ventured closer to my space,
You were best seen through shades of darkest gray;
Just how such dream did flourish as it might,
Though wrought in ciphers, but of sheer disguise,
Yet mysterious to mind of no insight,
And often left to fate of sad demise;
....By cowards who died many times before,
....Until finally knocking at your door.

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Blue Is Not A Word

(Jo-El Sonnier/Judy Ball)
I've never once in my life met someone like you
I don't know what the word blue means
As long as I'm with you
You fill me so completely through everything you do
Blue is not a word at all
As long as I'm with you
Most of the time in my past
Blue is all I knew
But now that we're together
O' how I love you
I'm so glad I've found you
You've made my dreams come true
Blue is not a word at all
As long as I'm with you
Most of the time in my past
Blue is all I knew
But now that we're together
O' how I love you
I'm so glad I've found you
You've made my dreams come true
Blue is not a word at all
As long as I'm with you

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I Agree, It Is Not The Word

it is the hush
and the slight touch on my hand
on top of yours,
the sweat on my
belly,
the kiss and not
the unsaid
goodbye

i agree, it is not the word
that matters,
it is the memory that
haunts us both
still,
stuck on the scene
one afternoon on that Sunday
when they
were all not there
just the two of us
enjoying
each others'
mystery.

we were too young then
we thought we understood life

we didn't until this
pain subsides

that kiss that union
of souls
still lingers

you came into my life
at the wrong moment.
i went out too
at the wrong time

we like to find a moment in history
where we can both be right
where time becomes friendly.

until now all the doors are closed
the heart is numb.

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Not a word He said

Before the Sanhedrin You spoke no word
and from Your lips no sound was heard.
Silent like a mute not a word was said
as awayto the cross, Lord You were led.

Your lips were silent and there came no sound.
In Your defence nothing was to be found.
As a lamb before the shearer is dumb
so from Your lips not a word was to come.

Angels were waiting for your bidding, Lord.
Silently You stood and spoke not a word.
You could have summoned that great army Lord.
They were ready and waiting for one word.

Silent there before Your accusers, Lord.
To their amazement You said not a word.
Louder than thunder was Your silence Lord.
Much more powerful than the spoken word.

Those gathered there did not understand why
You kept Your silence and did not reply.
Then there on the cross Your silence You broke.
'Father forgive them' were the words You spoke

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Not a Word of Criticism

Not a word of criticism
But confine to a world of humanism
Of starts and sky of moon light
Only love in same places at night

Some fasciations of unknown life
Knowing not about the double edged knife
Yet trying to touch the emotions and plight
Trying to find the ways and means right

Poets are not meant to please
They must come out and release
Whatever they can contribute
Whether in peace time or in dispute

They may share the burden
Contribute a lot to remove the hurdles
Create awareness by useful writing
Educate the people and discourage violence and fighting

They need not fear prison
They can’t be pushed in without any reasons
The sedition and trial is something different
Patriotism and humanism is praise worthy movement

Don’t shy away from real task
It can flare up emotions at start
There need not be adding of anything
It may prove worthwhile and something

Poets are not born but origin from nowhere
The plight and sufferings make them to rise from somewhere
They fight with pen and not with weapon
As battles are never lost but always won

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Another Pain To Add To My Collection

Tears rolling down my eyes
My pain growing deeper and deeper
Wondering where did I go wrong
All I did was Loved you, Trusted you, Connected with you
From everything I did for you
How do you repay me?
Walking in on you was the most hurtful thing I ever seen
Getting it out of my head
Is the most hardest thing I had to deal with
Now watch me
In vain while I cry my heart and soul out
Pride is no word I now know
Together is not a word in my vocabulary
How to stop the tears that are pooring
down my face is the unthinkable
Raining harder and harder or is it the tears
Catching you with her
Was like a knife in my back
My body aches
From Trusting you, Loving you, even Connecting with you.

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So Tired But Not Upset

some friendly metaphors
fly like tiny butterflies all yellowish
hover over my hair

i am tired and they make a show
of acrobatic letters and flowing words
like a cool stream
beside a hill

i am not upset because all i need is sleep.
and they understand
that sometimes

i may not write about them and their
unusual existences
like an aberration of light
a rarefaction
of lengths and a contortion of shapes

and they leave
but i whisper to one of those whose wings are too small
for its fragile body

perhaps, soon.
soon.

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Tired Of Not Being Me

Tired of being compared to everyone else
Tired of never being good enough
So sick of being hated for something I am and loved for what I’m not
I’m sick of coming last
So now I’m putting myself 1st
I’m not going to waste a single second of my life trying to please anyone else
Why bother wasting my time on them when
I have to face my own fears and fight my own battles
I can’t do everything for everyone
I can’t make everyone happy even though I try or used to try
Because now my life is about me
Yes it may sound self centered
But when you think about it I have lived my life trying to please everyone else
I’m sick of playing games
Sick of pretending to be something I’m not
I’m sick of hiding behind this mask
So I give up now
Its time to take a stand
Time to be my own person
Take my own hand
No longer trying to please anyone but me

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Im Not Sleeping

(feat. krayzie bone)
Wake up, wake up....
Turn on the water
Close the door
I wont let you tear me down
Just another moment
When the sound of your voice
Cuts me to the ground
Locked in here just to make
Myself feel better
Look in the mirror
And tell myself that Im okay
I know it doesnt matter
Whatever I do
Its always second best
I gotta free my mind
Exactly what you wanted
You opened me up
The secrets I confessed
Wake up, wake up
Im not here just to
Make you feel better
Stroke your ego
Live happy ever after
Im not sleeping
And I aint dreaming
And I aint fooled anymore
Im not sleeping
Just to wake up on the floor
Im not sleeping
Anymore
So many times
I wanted to go
But I just lost my way
Watching you unravelling
The last piece of thread
That held me into place
I dont care if you hear a word
Im saying
I can only hear
The voices screaming in my head
Im not sleeping
And I aint dreaming
And I aint fooled anymore
Im not sleeping
Just to wake up on the floor
Im not sleeping
I done beat your game
But Im not even sleeping no more, Im not even tired
And Im sick of dreaming pain
Tossing and turning all night and waking wide up
Now Im really looking at the door shouldve made this move before
I cant take this anymore
I dont want no more nightmares in the night
No not tonight
I already seen the light
I gotta free my mind
And wake up, wake up
Im not sleeping
And I aint dreaming
And I aint fooled anymore
Wake up
Im not sleeping
Just to wake up on the floor
Im not sleeping
I done beat your game
But Im not even sleeping no more, Im not even tired
Go to wake up
I done beat your game
But Im not even sleeping no more, Im not even tired
Im not sleeping
Just to wake up on the floor
Im not sleeping
Anymore

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The Calm

Brothers, have you observed the calm?
Even the leaves of that symbolic palm
That denotes peace, political and otherwise, are scarcely stirred
By the faintest breath of controversy. Not a word
Is heard,
Excepting, here and there, the belated spouting
Of some overcharged politician giving his vocabulary an outing.
Brothers, what does this denote?
Is there no longer any competition for your precious vote?
Nay, have you ever heard that alleged political axiom over which the
wily old campaigners oft make goodly sport:
'The memory of the sap-headed elector is short.'
Do you believe the allegation, brothers, or do you doubt it?
And, anyhow, what are you going to do about it?


Brothers, if ever you hope to know enough to come in out of the wet,
Mark this: They are giving you time to forget!
What of those great National Questions,
Those fine, broad, far-seeing and statesman-like suggestions,
Those urgent matters of life and death,
About which the politicians were so busy talking a while ago that they
had hardly time to draw breath?
Are they dead?
Have they been fatally bashed on the head?
Have they been decently interred attended by those solemn obsequies
usually afforded the remains of respectable and right-thinking
persons who impressed us in this life with their top-hats?
Rats!
What of the settlement of the Northern Territory?
Is this an abandoned story?
What of our sea defence?
Has this question been cast hence
Into the outer darkness and the gloom
Of the tomb?
What of efficient Protection?
Is this now merely a matter for maundering retrospection.
Amongst senile and toothless old parties whose minds ever dwell amongst
the dead and mouldy things of the past?
Oh, Blast, brothers! BLAST!
Blast those rocks of apathy that bind your sense of true citizenship!
Get a fresh grip.
Spring off your tall!
Give your political perspicaciousness a ball,
Revive it with a long, cool, refreshing drink,
And sit down and THINK....

Do you imagine for one moment that old 'Party Government' is asleep?
Do you picture it sunk in slumbers deep?
If you do, brothers, you never made a bigger mistake.
It is very, very wide awake.
That fine, old British institution, Party Government, that was
introduced into this suffering country before the thistle and
previous to the rabbit,
And nursed so assiduously by politicians till our acceptance of it has
become a sinful habit -
This pestiferous System, my brothers, never sleeps;
Watch and ward it keeps.
And while you are mooning, sporting, smoodging, drinking, dreaming,
It is engineering, planning, plotting, scheming.
The Hon. Mr. Black is aiming at the political downfall of the Hon. Mr.
White;
While the Hon. Mr. White is playing for the shoving of the Hon. Mr.
Black and his friends into the darkness and gloom and solitude of
political night.
But both, my brothers, both are toiling with the energy of a 200-h.p.
triple cylinder motor,
With the object of eventually and effectively sprinkling a little salt
upon the tail of that dull but desirable bird, the free and independent
voter.
Brothers, do ye feel like taking tickets on yourselves? Do ye feel
flattered and exalted?
For, behold, ye are to be numbered among the salted!
And, while these plots and plans are brewing,
What, my brothers, are ye doing?
Whilst the wily politician is chewing
The cud of sinful reflection, with his eye upon your votes,
Are uou acting otherwise than after the manner and fashion of unreflective
goats?
While you, brother, are canoodling with a soft and fluffy person, in a
Magyarblouse, upon the silvery beach,
Striving to convince her that you think she is a perfect peach;
And while you, brother, are vainly endeavoring at the races,
To watch the impossible nags you back run into places;
And while you, brother, are sinking the long 'un, and the gin-squash, and
the soder-with-dash.
And recklessly doing in your cash;
Sly old Party Government and its minions
Are busy manufacturing your political opinions.
Yes, you, the intelligent electors, fine fellows of quite unusual
brain and brawn,
Are each of you regarded merely as a puppet, a pawn
In the Game.
Shame!

Attention, and I shall tell you exactly what old Party Government is doing
at this precise moment, if you wish.
He is busily engaged in the manufacture of fish.
Fish, brothers, herrings, red herrings which it is his intention to draw
across the track
Of great National Issues, because he is too tired to deal with them, and
work gives him a pain in the back.
And in full cry, like a foolish and deluded pack
Of unintelligent beagles, you will chase wildly after the remains of that
unpleasant, defunct and odorous fish.
And you will think you are doing it because it is your own free wish.
You will open your mouths and howl, and go and record your votes at the
polls,
And fondly imagine that you are expressing the earnest convictions of your
inmost and invincible souls.
I fear me, my brothers, that the tart, and the prad, and the long beer, and
the midnight cray that bringeth early indigestion
Have far more attraction for you than any great National Question.
Go to!
There is no fun and small profit in attempting to act Diogenes to such as

Brothers, I bid ye a sad farewell.
So many poor, misguided people, who grabbed their opinions ready-made at the
last moment, have gone before us that there is, nowadays, some difficulty
in keeping the lid on Hell.
Brothers, with that innate dignity that is characteristic, I retire
To contemplate further insults, which I shall deliver as occasion may
require.

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That Lonesome Word

'Poverty'

As far as the eye can see
no other word in our vocabulary
begins with letters p-o-v.
The word stands all alone
calling for our sympathy,
humanity, love and charity.
Let us hope this lonely word
will soon be swept into history.

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Not Named

Not his word, not the name of his
Resides in the minds of elders.
Seas of laughter, wonderful voices
Just cheer his real name.
His family concerns him like a family,
With a slight twist: he is going to be married.
My life with him has come to an end
When the letters of youth abound.

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I Am A New Word

i am a new word
to the vocabulary of the flesh
and the soul

they all live in me for this moment
and slowly i must define myself

gently i must touch the beauty of my soul
with the mortal hands of my body

there must be a way
to harmonize light and darkness

living in twilight
in the land where light and darkness meet

where love and hate embrace
where heaven and earth kiss

i am a new word
and in my heart and mind i must define myself

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Well

'Well' is the most used word in your vocabulary.
'Well' is the word you use to give you the last one.
'Well' is the word when you're losing an argument.
'Well' is the word used when talking is done

'Well' gives you time for further consideration.
'Well' gives you chance to later state your case.
'Well' to you is an answer not a question.
'Well' is the word to use in time of haste.

'Well' is the word you use to cause exasperation.
'Well' is used because you can't think on your feet.
'Well' alleviates embarrassment in your slow repartee.
'Well' is the way to halt an argument's defeat.

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Dont Believe A Word

Dont believe me if I tell you
Not a word of this is true
Dont believe me if I tell you
Especially if I tell you that Im in love with you
Dont believe me if I tell you
That I wrote this song for you
There might be some other silly pretty girl
Im singing it to
Dont believe a word
For words are only spoken
Your heart is like a promise
Made to be broken
Dont believe a word
Words can tell lies
And lies are no comfort
When theres tear in your eyes
Dont believe me if I tell you
Not a word of this is true
Dont believe me if I tell you
Especially if I tell you that Im in love with you
Dont believe a word

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Music For The Dying

Ye who will help me in my dying pain,
Speak not a word: let all your voices cease.
Let me but hear some soft harmonious strain,
And I shall die at peace.

Music entrances, soothes, and grants relief
From all below by which we are opprest;
I pray you, speak no word unto my grief,
But lull it into rest.

Tired am I of all words, and tired of aught
That may some falsehood from the ear conceal,
Desiring rather sounds which ask no thought,
Which I need only feel:

A melody in whose delicious streams
The soul may sink, and pass without a breath
From fevered fancies into quiet dreams,
From dreaming into death.

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