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The Biggest Mistake

The brightest people, the lightest stars,
The scholars, the scientists, the musicicans.
Philosophers and Prophets.
Who ever knew?
Who knew the biggest mistake?
The mistake that killed us all, caused adversity and hate.
What brought us together has brought us apart,
Wrenched the human race, but not a human heart.
A heart still beating, yet still irate,
A mind still pulsing, but yet can discriminate,
A soul is missing, with the care for others.
Life is for living, not just for dreaming.
Life is for giving, not just for taking.
Advantages and disadvantages cause us to wonder,
But lives of others don't even spark a ponder.
Those adept and Intelligent,
Those dumb and deaf,
Those who can't speak a word,
Or they're under arrest?
Who is there to speak for us? If no one even can.
What is there to live for,
Out the open door? Around each corner there is a door,
A door to future hopes and dreams.
There are doors to the past, still closed.
Still doors unopened, to let us live as intended.
Murder and self indulgence,
Living for Sport and own desires.
Resting on lies and falsities.
Waiting for our savior to come? What savior have we now?
We've wasted our lives on ourselves.
What has that led to? Absolute chaos. Monstrosity. Death. pain.
What have we done and committed. How have we learned?
We haven't.
And that, is the biggest mistake.
~Remember the Holocaust, the tragedies.~

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Your Biggest Mistake

What do you think inside your head
I want to know
Do you think this
Could end up breaking you
You life is a time bomb
Set to explode
You talk out your ass
And everyone knows
For once you should listen
Or care what i think
Or I'll be gone before you can blink
Everyones told you
Over and over again
You're making the biggest mistake of your life
Everyones told you
Everyone you left behind
You're making the biggest mistake of you life
Everyone knows that
Your afraid of missing out
And I know that its hard for you
To swallow down
The while world you've vreated
Is set to explode
You lie throught you teeth
And everyone knows
For once you should listen
Or care what I think
Or you'll stay stuck in the web your trapped in
Everyones told you
Over and over again
You're making the biggest mistake of your life
Everyoes told you
Everyone you left behind
You're making the biggest mistake of your life
Its a chance
You should take
And I know that its not
An easy one to make
You should trust the ones
That are closest to you
Everyones told you
Over and over again
You're making the biggest mistake of your life
Everyone told you
Everyone you left behind
You're making the biggest mistake of your life
(Your life)
The biggest mistake of your life

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Circe

The sun drops luridly into the west;
darkness has raised her arms to draw him down
before the time, not waiting as of wont
till he has come to her behind the sea;
and the smooth waves grow sullen in the gloom
and wear their threatening purple; more and more
the plain of waters sways and seems to rise
convexly from its level of the shores;
and low dull thunder rolls along the beach:
there will be storm at last, storm, glorious storm.

Oh welcome, welcome, though it rend my bowers,
scattering my blossomed roses like the dust,
splitting the shrieking branches, tossing down
my riotous vines with their young half-tinged grapes
like small round amethysts or beryls strung
tumultuously in clusters, though it sate
its ravenous spite among my goodliest pines
standing there round and still against the sky
that makes blue lakes between their sombre tufts,
or harry from my silvery olive slopes
some hoary king whose gnarled fantastic limbs
wear crooked armour of a thousand years;
though it will hurl high on my flowery shores
the hostile wave that rives at the poor sward
and drags it down the slants, that swirls its foam
over my terraces, shakes their firm blocks
of great bright marbles into tumbled heaps,
and makes my preached and mossy labyrinths,
where the small odorous blossoms grow like stars
strewn in the milky way, a briny marsh.
What matter? let it come and bring me change,
breaking the sickly sweet monotony.

I am too weary of this long bright calm;
always the same blue sky, always the sea
the same blue perfect likeness of the sky,
one rose to match the other that has waned,
to-morrow's dawn the twin of yesterday's;
and every night the ceaseless crickets chirp
the same long joy and the late strain of birds
repeats their strain of all the even month;
and changelessly the petty plashing surfs
bubble their chiming burden round the stones;
dusk after dusk brings the same languid trance
upon the shadowy hills, and in the fields
the waves of fireflies come and go the same,
making the very flash of light and stir
vex one like dronings of the spinning wheel.

Give me some change. Must life be only sweet,
all honey-pap as babes would have their food?
And, if my heart must always be adrowse
in a hush of stagnant sunshine, give me then
something outside me stirring; let the storm
break up the sluggish beauty, let it fall
beaten below the feet of passionate winds,
and then to-morrow waken jubilant
in a new birth: let me see subtle joy
of anguish and of hopes, of change and growth.

What fate is mine who, far apart from pains
and fears and turmoils of the cross-grained world,
dwell, like a lonely god, in a charmed isle
where I am first and only, and, like one
who should love poisonous savours more than mead,
long for a tempest on me and grow sick
of resting, and divine free carelessness!
Oh me, I am a woman, not a god;
yea, those who tend me even are more than I,
my nymphs who have the souls of flowers and birds
singing and blossoming immortally.

Ah me! these love a day and laugh again,
and loving, laughing, find a full content;
but I know nought of peace, and have not loved.

Where is my love? Does some one cry for me,
not knowing whom he calls? does his soul cry
for mine to grow beside it, grow in it?
does he beseech the gods to give him me,
the one unknown rare woman by whose side
no other woman, thrice as beautiful,
should once seem fair to him; to whose voice heard
in any common tones no sweetest sound
of love made melody on silver lutes,
or singing like Apollo's when the gods
grow pale with happy listening, might be peered
for making music to him; whom once found
there will be no more seeking anything?

Oh love, oh love, oh love, art not yet come
out of the waiting shadows into life?
art not yet come after so many years
that I have longed for thee? Come! I am here.

Not yet. For surely I should feel a sound
of his far answering, if now in the world
he sought me who will seek me--Oh ye gods
will he not seek me? Is it all a dream?
will there be never never such a man?
will there be only these, these bestial things
who wallow in my styes, or mop and mow
among the trees, or munch in pens and byres,
or snarl and filch behind their wattled coops;
these things who had believed that they were men?

Nay but he will come. Why am I so fair,
and marvellously minded, and with sight
which flashes suddenly on hidden things,
as the gods see who do not need to look?
why wear I in my eyes that stronger power
than basilisks, whose gaze can only kill,
to draw men's souls to me to live or die
as I would have them? why am I given pride
which yet longs to be broken, and this scorn
cruel and vengeful for the lesser men
who meet the smiles I waste for lack of him
and grow too glad? why am I who I am,
but for the sake of him whom fate will send
one day to be my master utterly,
that he should take me, the desire of all,
whom only he in the world could bow to him?

Oh sunlike glory of pale glittering hairs,
bright as the filmy wires my weavers take
to make me golden gauzes; oh deep eyes,
darker and softer than the bluest dusk
of August violets, darker and deep
like crystal fathomless lakes in summer noons;
oh sad sweet longing smile; oh lips that tempt
my very self to kisses; oh round cheeks,
tenderly radiant with the even flush
of pale smoothed coral; perfect lovely face
answering my gaze from out this fleckless pool;
wonder of glossy shoulders, chiselled limbs;
should I be so your lover as I am,
drinking an exquisite joy to watch you thus
in all a hundred changes through the day,
but that I love you for him till he comes,
but that my beauty means his loving it?

Oh, look! a speck on this side of the sun,
coming--yes, coming with the rising wind
that frays the darkening cloud-wrack on the verge
and in a little while will leap abroad,
spattering the sky with rushing blacknesses,
dashing the hissing mountainous waves at the stars.
'Twill drive me that black speck a shuddering hulk
caught in the buffeting waves, dashed impotent
from ridge to ridge, will drive it in the night
with that dull jarring crash upon the beach,
and the cries for help and the cries of fear and hope.

And then to-morrow they will thoughtfully,
with grave low voices, count their perils up,
and thank the gods for having let them live,
and tell of wives or mothers in their homes,
and children, who would have such loss in them
that they must weep, and may be I weep too,
with fancy of the weepings had they died.
And the next morrow they will feel their ease
and sigh with sleek content, or laugh elate,
tasting delights of rest and revelling,
music and perfumes, joyaunce for the eyes
of rosy faces and luxurious pomps,
the savour of the banquet and the glow
and fragrance of the wine-cup; and they'll talk
how good it is to house in palaces
out of the storms and struggles, and what luck
strewed their good ship on our accessless coast.
Then the next day the beast in them will wake,
and one will strike and bicker, and one swell
with puffed up greatness, and one gibe and strut
in apish pranks, and one will line his sleeve
with pilfered booties, and one snatch the gems
out of the carven goblets as they pass,
one will grow mad with fever of the wine,
and one will sluggishly besot himself,
and one be lewd, and one be gluttonous;
and I shall sickly look, and loathe them all.

Oh my rare cup! my pure and crystal cup,
with not one speck of colour to make false
the passing lights, or flaw to make them swerve!
My cup of Truth! How the lost fools will laugh
and thank me for my boon, as if I gave
some momentary flash of the gods' joy,
to drink where I have drunk and touch the touch
of my lips with their own! Aye, let them touch.

Too cruel am I? And the silly beasts,
crowding around me when I pass their way,
glower on me and, although they love me still,
(with their poor sorts of love such as they could,)
call wrath and vengeance to their humid eyes
to scare me into mercy, or creep near
with piteous fawnings, supplicating bleats.
Too cruel? Did I choose them what they are?
or change them from themselves by poisonous charms?
But any draught, pure water, natural wine,
out of my cup, revealed them to themselves
and to each other. Change? there was no change;
only disguise gone from them unawares:
and had there been one right true man of them
he would have drunk the draught as I had drunk,
and stood unchanged, and looked me in the eyes,
abashing me before him. But these things--
why, which of them has even shown the kind
of some one nobler beast? Pah, yapping wolves
and pitiless stealthy wild-cats, curs and apes
and gorging swine and slinking venomous snakes
all false and ravenous and sensual brutes
that shame the Earth that bore them, these they are.

Lo, lo! the shivering blueness darting forth
on half the heavens, and the forked thin fire
strikes to the sea: and hark, the sudden voice
that rushes through the trees before the storm,
and shuddering of the branches. Yet the sky
is blue against them still, and early stars
glimmer above the pine-tops; and the air
clings faint and motionless around me here.

Another burst of flame--and the black speck
shows in the glare, lashed onwards. It were well
I bade make ready for our guests to-night.

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Your Biggest Mistake

Love in a moment of wait.
A question to oneself about the hesitation.
Doubt in the crowd.
And he's ruining the party tonight.
He gives you all the wrong reasons.
And everyone your believing.
Without looking with your own two eyes and seeing.
Without listening for the words of sincerity.
Doubt he was your biggest mistake without any clarity.

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There was one I met upon the road

There was one I met upon the road
Who looked at me with kind eyes.
He said, "Show me of your wares."
And this I did,
Holding forth one.
He said, "It is a sin."
Then held I forth another;
He said, "It is a sin."
Then held I forth another;
He said, "It is a sin."
And so to the end;
Always he said, "It is a sin."
And, finally, I cried out,
"But I have none other."
Then did he look at me
With kinder eyes.
"Poor soul!" he said.

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The Biggest One

The water running down that pipe
Looks like a snake to me
By docs sugar bowl my coffee gets cold
Because I dont want to see that
Ive got no one to blame but my fat self
Ive got no one to blame but my fat self
Im the biggest one
Im the biggest one
Ive got no one to blame but my fat self
Should have changed that stupid lock
Should have thrown away the key
No, no, not i, I will survive
Right down here on my knees cause
Ive got no one to blame but my fat self
Ive got no one to blame but my fat self
Im the biggest one
Im the biggest one
Ive got no one to blame but my fat self

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The Women Of My Past

I remember the women of my past
How to them, I was just a plaything
Relationships that would never last
After they took all I had to bring

I admit it, I had some fun
Especially between the sheets
Nights ended and with the sun
I was alone between those sheets

There were women who wanted to play
With my body but mostly my mind
To them, all I was was an easy lay
Was this the only kind of woman I would ever find?

Flings, and a one night stand or two
Not that I wasn't looking for more
It seemed that was all they wanted to do
The next morning, I was shown the door

Looking for her, my.elusive love
I met women who became friends
But she, the woman I dreamt of
Was somewhere between this Earth's ends

To find her, I would solemnly vow
I'd never give up or stop trying
I had my share of heartache, and how
Some women liked me better crying

Long before this, the biggest mistake of my life
I was a horny teenager, with a pregnant girlfriend
Doing the right thing, I made her my wife
Ten years later, it shattered to an end

Damn! The years fly by so fast
Women, they come and they go
Adding to the women of my past
Barbara darling, you'll stay I know

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The Biggest Ball Of Twine In Minnesota

Well, I had two weeks of vacation time coming
After working all year down at big roys eating and plumbing
So one night when my family the I were gathered round the dinner table
I said, kids, if you could go anywhere in this great big world, now
Whered you like to go ta
They said, dad, we wanna see the biggest ball of twine in minnesota
They picked the biggest ball of twine in minnesota
So the very next day we loaded up the car
With potato skins and pickled weiners,
Crossword puzzles, spider-man comics, and mamas home made rhubarb pie
Pulled out of the driveway and the neighbors, they all waved good-bye
And so began our three day journey
We picked up a guy holding a sign that said twine ball or bust
He smelled real bad and he said his name was bernie
I put in a slim whitman tape, my wife put on a brand new hair net
Kids were in the back seat jumping up and down,
Yelling are we there yet?
And all of us were joined together in one common thought
As we rolled down the long and winding interstate in our 53 desoto
Were gonna see the biggest ball of twine in minnesota
Were headin for the biggest ball of twine in minnesota
Oh, we couldnt wait to get there
So we drove straight through for three whole days and nights
Of course, we stopped for more pickled weiners now and then
The scenery was just so pretty, boy I wish the kids couldve seen it
But you cant see out of the side of the car
Because the windows are completely covered
With the decals of all the place where weve already been
Theres elvis-o-rama, the tupperware museum,
The boll weevil monument, and cranberry world,
The shuffleboard hall of fame, poodle dog rock,
And the mecca of albino squirrels
Weve been to ghost towns, theme parks, wax museums,
And a place where you can drive through the middle of a tree
Weve seen alligator farms and tarantula ranches,
But theres still one thing we gotta see
Well, we crossed the state line about 6:39
And we saw a sign that said twine ball exit - 50 miles
Oh, the kids were so happy the started singing
99 bottles of beer on the wall for the 27th time that day
So, we pulled off the road at the last chance gas station
Got a few more pickled weiners and a diet chocolate soda
On our way to see the biggest ball of twine in minnesota
Were gonna see the biggest ball of tiwne in minnesota
Finally, at 7:37 early wednesday evening as the sun was setting
In the minnesota sky
Out in the distance, on the horizon, it appeared to me like a vision
Before my unbelieving eye
I parked the car and walked with awe-filled reverence towards that
Glorius huge majestic sphere
I was just so overwhelmed by its sheer imensity,
I had to pop myself a beer
Yes, on these hallowed grounds, open ten to eight on weekdays,
In a little shrine under a make-shift pagoda,
There sits the biggest ball of twine in minnesota
I tell you, its the biggest ball of twine in minnesota
Oh, what on earth would make a man decide to do that kind of thing?
Oh, windin up twenty-one thousand, one hundred forty pounds of string
What was he trying to prove, who was he trying to impress
Why did he build it, how did he do, it was anybodys guess
Where did he get the twine, what was goin through his mind
Did it just seem like a good idea at the time
Well, we walked up beside it and I warned the kids
Now, you better not touch it, those ropes are there for a reason
I said, maybe if youre good, Ill tie it to the back of our car
And we can take it home, but I was only teasin
Then we went to the gift shop and stood in line
Bought a souvineer miniature ball of twine, some window decals,
And anything else theyd sell us
And we bought a couple post cards, greetings from the twine ball,
Wish you were here
Wont the folks back home be jealous
I gave our camera to bernie and we stood by the ball and we all gathered
round and said, cheese
The bernie ran away with my brand new insti-matic,
But at least we got our memories
Then we all just stared at the ball for a while and my eyes got moist,
But I said with a smile, kids, this heres what americas all about
Then I started feelin kinda gooey inside and I fell on my knees
And I cried and cried
And thats when those security guards threw us out
You know, I bet if we unravelled that sucker,
Itd roll all the way down to fargo, north dakota
cause its the biggest ball of twine in minnesota
Im talkin bout the biggest ball of twine in minnesota
Well, we stayed that night at the twine ball inn
In the morning we were on our way home again
But we really didnt want to leave, that was perfectly clear
I said, folks, I can tell youre all sad to go
Then I winked my eye and I said, you know, I got a funny kind of feelin
Well be comin back again next year
cause Ive been all around this great big world
And I cant think of anywhere else Id rather go to
Than the biggest ball of twine in minnesota
I said the biggest ball of twine in minnesota
Minnesota
Minnesota
Minnesota

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There Is One That Has A Head Without An Eye

There is one that has a head without an eye,
And there's one that has an eye without a head:
You may find the answer if you try;
And when all is said,
Half the answer hangs upon a thread!

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The Biggest Enemy

The biggest enemy to mankind
is mankind itself.
It destroys a bit of our world
day after day.
One day they might realise
not everything you destroy
comes back another day.

4 February 2008

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How Can All The Years Of Not Being There

HOW CAN ALL THE YEARS OF NOT BEING THERE

How can all the years of not being there
Be equaled by a last moment success?
How at the end of a long life of failure
Can one sudden miracle make a real difference?

It is done
And I have not done it.

It is gone
And I was not there.

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Shouldn't There Be One Poem for 'Hallel' On 'Chanukah

SHOULDN’T THERE BE ON POEM AT LEAST-

Shouldn’t there be one poem at least
For the joy of morning prayer?
For the minyan happiness
For the Hallel in singing
Every day of Chanukah?

Shouldn’t there be a poem
For what being with others gives
In common worship of God?
The joy and blessing of it?

A poem which says that
Singing in holiness is happiness
On Chanukah.

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Mother the biggest gift of Allah to us

Mother the biggest gift of Allah to us
Mother the candle burn herself to light our life
Mother the other name of kindness
Mother who hold us nine month and suffer
Mother who feed us from her blood and milk
Mother stays sleepless all the nights holding us
Mother teach us how to walk and talk
Mother guides us and secures us
Mother loves us from start to end
Mother is mother no one can take her place

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Missing Time

I am missing the time when i was care free
time when there were just we.
Time when i use to be alone but not lonely
now in the group aswell I am the only

Time when i use to cry by my face and laugh from my heart
Now the situation is far apart
I am missing the time when mistakes were termed as innocence
as per now innocence is the biggest mistake

Some one please return the time back to me
The time when i was 'care free'

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The Biggest Lie

Im waiting for the train
The subway that only goes one way
The stupid thing that will come to pull us apart
And make everybody late
You spent everything you had
Wanted everything to stop that bad
And now Im a crushed credit card registered to smith
Not the name that you call me with
You turned white like a saint
Im tired of dancing on a pot of gold flake paint
Oh were so very precious, you and i
And everything that you do makes me want to die
Oh I just told the biggest lie
I just told the biggest lie
The biggest lie

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Greed Is The Biggest Threat To Our Civilization

Greed is the biggest threat to our civilization
It destroys families and it can bring down the nations

Greed is one of the most dangerous desires in human nature
It’ so bad that it can turn human to heartless creature

Greed is the source of financial and social trouble
If is not contain, it can turn earth to the ruble

Greedy person doesn’t believe in values and doesn’t feel guilty
Money to him is like salt water, as he drinks more he gets more thirsty

If human can control his greed
Then world become heaven, that’s what we really need

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The 1st Mistake I Ever Made

I ain't got no claim to nothing.
I don't mess with anyone.
I walk my way living in a masquerade.
And one day I looked behind me at all the things I've done.
That's the 1st mistake I ever made.

I was born to a lonely women in a town called Buffalo.
Never knew the man who never stayed.
With my 12-string on my back I discovered every track.
That's the 1st mistake I ever made.

With a million hearts I've broken.
I never kept the score.
Memories of good love hate to stay.
But I still remember someone who loved me so much more.
That's the 1st mistake I ever made.

So

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There Is One Catch

To vent obscenities,
Seems today to be in vogue.
And just yesterday,
My expressed embitteredness...
Was misinterpreted as racist,
By those now venting...
With the same embitteredness!

But there is one catch.
They have authorized with validation,
Their reasons to be upset.
Because their lives have become affected.
Making what they do appear more inclusive.
And I somehow made my 'vocals' an ethnic 'thing'.

And please,
Keep your liberal stances to yourself.
Few of you are standing on inner city corners,
Being policed or fleeced to fill a quota.
There is nothing like the visions of honesty...
As seen and lived.

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Reaching the Destination

For every left turn made...
There is a right way to go about it.
Every right turn made,
Leaves something left behind.
Straight paths or roads without curves
May cause one in the driver's seat
To dose.
Even fall asleep.
If you're going to take the wheel
On your journey...
Be sure you are well prepared.
If you become unsure as to which way to turn,
Or who to turn to for advice,
Don't be afraid to make a mistake.
Very few can say their travels,
Have been without gliches!
In fact...
The best 'trips' have been those
With some surprises along the way,
To make reaching the destination...
And arriving with a new experience,
That much more enjoyable!

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As bright as the biggest star

As bright as the biggest star
in that dark night,
your smile lasted
much longer
than just for a while.

With the moon
straying away
to romance at another place,
night came sooner
than was expected
and your lips
was soft and sweet
upon mine.

Somewhere a bird called
for its mate,
and the night was young
and our love
was again fresh and new
and I wiped tears
from your eyes
that fell like the evening dew.

Somehow everything
was again all right
between me and you
and the sparkle was back
in your eyes
and there was passion
in your touch
and when the moon came
you were mine again.

I thanked the gods
for your spirit
had returned from the place
where it went to hide
and life was great
and just too much
for both of us.

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