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All that we are not stares back at what we are.

quote by W.H. Auden
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Giggles, Laughter and Stabbing Stares

Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
It would kill them to be nice,
It would hurt them to be kind,

Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
The notes are being passed around,
They don’t see, no one cares,

Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
Tearing at all I’ve built up,
But it won’t work anymore,

Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
What they don’t know is,
I just don’t care,

Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
Every one is doing it,
But I just sit and laugh,

Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
It’s so funny they think I care,
They are stupid to think I do,

Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares,
I laugh and laugh
Because they don’t see that no one cares,

Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares…
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares…
Giggles, laughter and stabbing stares…

poem by Bloodlover16 Loveblood
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Song For Sharon

I went to staten island.
To buy myself a mandolin
And I saw the long white dress of love
On a storefront mannequin
Big boat chuggin back with a belly full of cars...
All for something lacy
Some girls going to see that dress
And crave that day like crazy
Little indian kids on a bridge up in canada
They can balance and they can climb
Like their fathers before them
Theyll walk the girders of the manhattan skyline
Shine your light on me miss liberty
Because as soon as this ferry boat docks
Im headed to the church
To play bingo
Fleece me with the gamblers flocks
I can keep my cool at poker
But Im a fool when loves at stake
Because I cant conceal emotion
What Im feelings always written on my face
Theres a gypsy down on bleecker street
I went in to see her as a kind of joke
And she lit a candle for my love luck
And eighteen bucks went up in smoke
Sharon, I left my man
At a north dakota junction
And I came out to the big apple here
To face the dreams malfunction
Loves a repetitious danger
Youd think Id be accustomed to
Well, I do accept the changes
At least better than I used to do
A woman I knew just drowned herself
The well was deep and muddy
She was just shaking off futility
Or punishing somebody
My friends were calling up all day yesterday
All emotions and abstractions
It seems we all live so close to that line
And so far from satisfaction
Dora says, have children!
Mama and betsy say-find yourself a charity.
Help the needy and the crippled or put some time into ecology.
Well, theres a wide wide world of noble causes
And lovely landscapes to discover
But all I really want right now
Is...find another lover
When we were kids in maidstone, sharon
I went to every wedding in that little town

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song performed by Joni Mitchell
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Sexy Baby

Ooh sexy baby
Here she comes prancing past me
Everyone stops and stares at her figure, what she wears.
Wonder what makes her so sure
Confident in life and love
I wanna be her
Always here to look for her every afternoon
Making mental notes, watching her style checking her out
In my mind I see a picture she is being me
A sexy lady's what I want to be
Things that I do
I practice my walk like you
Flutter my eyes and rehearse sexy lips
I'm gonna make a wish, imagine my first kiss
I'll be the way I see you every day
Sexy baby
Here she comes prancing past me
Everyone stops and stares at her figure, what she wears.
Wonder what makes her so sure
Confident in life and love
I wanna be her
Always try new clothes the same as what she has on
Then I change my hair, I want the same style that she wears
Want the guys to see the women deep inside of me
A sexy lady's what I want to be
Things that I do
I practice my laugh like you
I gloss my lips and gently sway my hips
I'm gonna make a wish, imagine my first kiss
I'll be the way I see you every day
Sexy baby
Here she comes prancing past me
Everyone stops and stares at her figure, what she wears.
Wonder what makes her so sure
Confident in life and love
I wanna be her
Here she comes prancing past me
Everyone stops and stares at her figure, what she wears.
Wonder what makes her so sure
Confident in life and love
I wanna be her
Sexy baby
Here I go prancing past you
What do you do?
You stop and stare at my figure and what I wear
Wonder what makes me so sure
Confident in life and love
I am her
Sexy baby!

song performed by Tiffany
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Hate Stinger

For all of time we had a man
Who had a frozen heart
Hes standig on a hill
And sees the morning come
Fear and rage - destruction
He made a world of pain
Hate and sin - confession
He craved a senseless crime
cause hes a sane killer - he takes you by surprise
Hes a sane killer - stares into your eyes
Hes a hate stinger - nothing left to chance
Hes a sane killer - and hes the last to dance
Just in time he finds the way
To do without the lies
Its time to bruise and maim
Stripped of all disguise
Fear and rage - destruction
No warning or a sign
Hate and sin - confession
Hes deadly from behind
cause hes a sane killer - he takes you by surprise
Hes a sane killer - stares into your eyes
Hes a hate stinger - nothing left to chance
Hes a sane killer - and hes the last to dance
The devil rings - we pay the rent
The cruellest cut of all
We built the road he travelled on
The lessons come to call
So look for signs behind the eyes
Destructor of us all
Stands alone deathly still
The stealer has arrived
Fear and rage - destruction
He made a world of pain
Hate and sin - confession
He craved a senseless crime
cause hes a sane killer - he takes you by surprise
Hes a sane killer - stares into your eyes
Hes a hate stinger - nothing left to chance
Hes a sane killer - and hes the last to dance
cause hes a sane killer - he takes you by surprise
Hes a sane killer - stares into your eyes
Hes a hate stinger - nothing left to chance
Hes a sane killer - and hes the last to dance

song performed by U. D. O.
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Old birthday song

Play for
Moon
With a
Stares...

Stares...
Are singing...
At daily
Happy birth day too you...

Song at moon...
Moon is...
Happy with
Every day

Newely born...
Stares are
Singing at
Old birth day song only...

poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Watching Me Watching You

I sit by the cutting on the beaconsfield line.
Hes watching me watching the trains go by.
And they move so fast --- boy, they really fly.
Hes still watching me watching you watching the
Trains go by.
And the way he stares --- feel like locking my door
And pulling my phone from the wall.
His eyes, like lights from a laser, burn
Making my hair stand --- making the goose-bumps crawl.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me
Im watching you watching him watching me
Watching stares.
At the cocktail party with a bucks fizz in my hand
I feel him watching me watching the girls go by.
And they move so smooth without even trying.
Hes still watching me watching you watching the
Trains go by.
And the crowd thins and he moves up close but he doesnt speak.
I have to look the other way.
But curiosity gets the better part of me and I peek:
Got two drinks in his hand --- see his lips move ---
What the hells he trying to say.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Im watching you watching him watching me
Watching stares.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching
The trains go by.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching him watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.

song performed by Jethro Tull
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The Patient Mental

Patient,
Just as I am,
As always,
Watch the time go by,
Nothing left to pass by,
The minutes follow me,
Drunken little people,
Work away in me,
Why wont they leave me, leave me alone
When I dont even want me, want me
I have to, kill the words,
Before they, form my sentence,
The sentence that is me,
Judged by those that carry
The patient sits in cradled arms
That comfort me by strangling
Why wont they leave me, leave me alone
When I dont even want me,
The patient mental sits and stares
An idle mind thats empty, screaming
Staring back
Why wont they leave him, leave him alone
A passive speared ritual
Drive by our war ship...the hate driven envy
They have to kill the meal,
Before they can consume,
Consume my inner peace,
Without the understanding,
Trapped inside the works,
The hands are moving me
The patient mental sits and stares
An idle mind thats empty, screaming
Staring back
Why wont they leave him, leave him alone
A passive speared ritual
Drive by our war ship...the hate driven envy
Release me,
Let me go,
Why do they observe me?
Theres nothing here to cure,
I can see the silhouettes,
That sit behind the mirror
Im just like a clock upon the wall
Always moving, but never going anywhere
The patient mental sits and stares
An idle mind thats empty, screaming
Staring back
Why wont they leave him, leave him alone
A passive speared ritual
Drive by our war ship...the hate driven envy

song performed by Mudvayne
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A Prophecy: To George Keats In America

'Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, glisten,
Seeming with bright eyes to listen --
For what listen they?
For a song and for a charm,
See they glisten in alarm,
And the moon is waxing warm
To hear what I shall say.
Moon! keep wide thy golden ears --
Hearken, stars! and hearken, spheres! --
Hearken, thou eternal sky!
I sing an infant's lullaby,
A pretty lullaby.
Listen, listen, listen, listen,
Glisten, glisten, glisten, glisten,
And hear my lullaby!
Though the rushes that will make
Its cradle still are in the lake --
Though the linen that will be
Its swathe, is on the cotton tree --
Though the woollen that will keep
It warm, is on the silly sheep --
Listen, starlight, listen, listen,
Glisten, glisten, glisten, glisten,
And hear my lullaby!
Child, I see thee! Child, I've found thee
Midst of the quiet all around thee!
And thy mother sweet is nigh thee!
But a Poet evermore!
See, see, the lyre, the lyre,
In a flame of fire,
Upon the little cradle's top
Flaring, flaring, flaring,
Past the eyesight's bearing,
Awake it from its sleep,
And see if it can keep
Its eyes upon the blaze --
Amaze, amaze!
It stares, it stares, it stares,
It dares what no one dares!
It lifts its little hand into the flame
Unharm'd, and on the strings
Paddles a little tune, and sings,
With dumb endeavour sweetly --
Bard art thou completely!
Little child
O' th' western wild,
Bard art thou completely!
Sweetly with dumb endeavour,

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poem by John Keats
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Calculated With 'Come-Hither' Stares

Aligning and finding the mind is attached,
To that Great One who knows...
All that we sow and reap to adapt,
More than we should carry on our backs.
But...
We do because it is what 'we' choose.
Believing our shoulders are for this to be used.
The Great One has nothing to do with that!

Learn to remove those unconscious traps.
Calculated with 'come-hither' stares,
Alluring to seduce with temptations to induce...
Senses of despair to bear,
More than we should carry on our backs.
But do because it is what 'we' choose.
The Great One has nothing to do with that!

Be aware,
Of those calculated with 'come-hither' stares.
Be aware of them.
Be aware of them.
Be aware.

Be aware,
Of those calculated with 'come-hither' stares.
Be aware of them.
Be aware of them.
Be aware!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Great Hunger

I
Clay is the word and clay is the flesh
Where the potato-gatherers like mechanised scarecrows move
Along the side-fall of the hill - Maguire and his men.
If we watch them an hour is there anything we can prove
Of life as it is broken-backed over the Book
Of Death? Here crows gabble over worms and frogs
And the gulls like old newspapers are blown clear of the hedges, luckily.
Is there some light of imagination in these wet clods?
Or why do we stand here shivering?
Which of these men
Loved the light and the queen
Too long virgin? Yesterday was summer. Who was it promised marriage to himself
Before apples were hung from the ceilings for Hallowe'en?
We will wait and watch the tragedy to the last curtain,
Till the last soul passively like a bag of wet clay
Rolls down the side of the hill, diverted by the angles
Where the plough missed or a spade stands, straitening the way.
A dog lying on a torn jacket under a heeled-up cart,
A horse nosing along the posied headland, trailing
A rusty plough. Three heads hanging between wide-apart legs.
October playing a symphony on a slack wire paling.
Maguire watches the drills flattened out
And the flints that lit a candle for him on a June altar
Flameless. The drills slipped by and the days slipped by
And he trembled his head away and ran free from the world's halter,
And thought himself wiser than any man in the townland
When he laughed over pints of porter
Of how he came free from every net spread
In the gaps of experience. He shook a knowing head
And pretended to his soul
That children are tedious in hurrying fields of April
Where men are spanning across wide furrows.
Lost in the passion that never needs a wife
The pricks that pricked were the pointed pins of harrows.
Children scream so loud that the crows could bring
The seed of an acre away with crow-rude jeers.
Patrick Maguire, he called his dog and he flung a stone in the air
And hallooed the birds away that were the birds of the years.
Turn over the weedy clods and tease out the tangled skeins.
What is he looking for there?
He thinks it is a potato, but we know better
Than his mud-gloved fingers probe in this insensitive hair.
'Move forward the basket and balance it steady
In this hollow. Pull down the shafts of that cart, Joe,
And straddle the horse,' Maguire calls.
'The wind's over Brannagan's, now that means rain.
Graip up some withered stalks and see that no potato falls
Over the tail-board going down the ruckety pass -
And that's a job we'll have to do in December,

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poem by Patrick Kavanagh
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Geraldine's Bus Ride to Work

Geraldine rides the bus to work.
She sways side to side with the
motion of the bus, sitting in the
compact human zoo, faces, limbs,

bodies, eyes, mouths. The sky
outside is an early morning icy blue.
A man opposite stares, his eyes
moving over her, his hands in his

lap, fingers playing with each other.
His eyes settle on her legs, drink
them in. She feels as if he were
undressing her, taking each item of

clothing off one by one. His eyes
are dark, deep set. She stares back
at him, takes in his lips, parted, thick
and saliva sits there. Her thoughts

move to Holly and the night before,
the game they played, the role plays,
the pre-sex drama. The man shifts
in his seat, wrinkles his nose, moves

his eyes to her breasts. She looks away,
senses his eyes fondling her tits, his
imaginary fingers groping. Holly would
have said something to the creep opposite,

would have shown him up, but she
doesn't have that way with her, she sits
it out, pushing thoughts of him away,
focuses on Holly's tongue licking the

inside of her thighs, sensation electrifying.
The man looks away, no doubt to masturbate
in his dark mind with his imaginary fingers.
Geraldine lets the thoughts of Holly and

her deeds linger, sucks in the hotness,
the scents, the sighs, the smells. She stares
at the man. He looks at his hands, his fingernails.
There is dirt beneath the nails, black as soot

as if he'd rooted in dark soil. She looks away;
Holly has set her (with her deeds) to sexual boil.

poem by Terry Collett
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Lisbeth and the Artist

Lisbeth stands watching
The artist as he prepares
To sketch. Her elder sisters
Stand in shadows whispering.
Her younger sister plays
With her doll on the floor.
Their father said to do as
The artist instructed and
Don't misbehave or be rude.
The artist stares hard his
Dark eyes searching their
Every move and expression
And body gesture. The elder
Girls mutter in shadows
Their hands over their mouths
Their blue eyes like shallow
Pools. Ready? The artist
Asks putting charcoal to
Paper his fingers blackening.
Lisbeth says just as we are?
The artist nods. His grim
Features express do not disturb.
The youngest sister plays
Ignoring the artist her eyes set
On the game at hand. The girls
In shadow turn their profiles
Set to mystery their hands on
Their abdomens like guardians
Of virtue. Lisbeth wonders as
She watches the artist's stiff
Moustache and beard the slow
Movement of his mouth as he
Mouths words and stares hard.
The last artist employed some
Year before younger and less
Brutal in expression and manner
Had drawn them each in private
Rooms and set them down on couch
Or bed and kept their images inside
His head. He was dismissed and the
Drawings destroyed and nothing said.
Lisbeth had thought it just a game
Something done as lover might in
Private corners or lonely spots on
Quiet nights. The artist sketches.
His blackened fingers move and
Made their mark. Their images
Captured. The scene set. One sister
In the shadows yawns the other
Stares in still contempt. Lisbeth

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poem by Terry Collett
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Love Story

Partly owned to her house
Wooden white picket fence
Mother waits for father
In a backless dress
Hardly used a diaphram
Put back into the case
A one way trip down memory lane
As she awaits
I dont wanna know
Cheat me
I dont wanna know
Children play in the yard
Mother stares at a wall
Father says hes gonna be back late
So dont wait up
About a quarter to 3
Father stares at a wall
Stained thicker than water
Whos gonna clean it up

song performed by NOFX
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Between Night N Me

the night stares
into my eyes like
a wounded animal
pleading to relieve it
of its pain...

i try to pacify
the pervading night
dabbing it with colours
from the tube...

it soon recoils
to its original
blackness
and
bleakness

sleep now stares
into the eys of night;
a whining dog!

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Unseen dangers!

She prowls the floor then sits and stares.
But when I look there’s nothing there
But still watches carefully.
What does she see that I can’t see?

I wonder why she sits and stares.
Nothing will catch her unawares.
Perhaps she is protecting me
from dangers that I cannot see.

Cats tend to mind their own affairs.
They’re secretive and will not share.
The only thing that worries me.
I still don’t know what she can see.

Why should I worry needlessly?
While she watches protectively.

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Expresionless Expression

EXPRESIONLESS EXPRESSION
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Sky with million starry eyes
Showers stare: Expressionless.
I stare by my psychic eyes
Discover me too: Expressionless.

Sky with million dew drops
Try to soothe my in-built grief.

My grief:
So moistureless,
So deep
Fails to make a sodden trip.

Vast universe stares: Expressionlessly
Infinite sky stares: Expressionlessly
Amidst queues of
Expressionless’
I enjoy of being: Expressionless
Thro’ futile expression.

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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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Two Cats

Two Cats
One up a tree
One under the tree
The cat up a tree is he
The cat under the tree is she
The tree is witch elm, just incidentally.
He takes no notice of she, she takes no notice of he.
He stares at the woolly clouds passing, she stares at the tree.
There's been a lot written about cats, by Old Possum, Yeats and Company
But not Alfred de Musset or Lord Tennyson or Poe or anybody
Wrote about one cat under, and one cat up, a tree.
God knows why this should be left for me
Except I like cats as cats be
Especially one cat up
And one cat under
A witch elm
Tree.

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The Loudest Sound

Side by side in silence
They pass away the day
So comfortable, so habitual...
And so nothing left to say
Nothing left to say
Nothing left to say
Side by side in silence
His thoughts echo round
He looks up at the sky...
She looks down at the ground
Stares down at the ground
Stares down at the ground
Side by side in silence
They wish for different worlds
She dreams him as a boy...
And he loves her as a girl
Loves her as a girl...
And side by side in silence
Without a single word...
It's the loudest sound
It's the loudest sound...
It's the loudest sound i ever heard

song performed by Cure
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This Morning

Nothing left to feel
Nothing more to do
Nothing left to give
Nothing more in you
Nothing else to have or hold
Nothing left, but time to go
Time to go
Years go by
Didn't really say that much at all
And moments just fly
Didn't ever really touch at all
Weeks always run down
Didn't really get that close at all
And days, days fall out
Didn't ever really know at all
And then we're here in a room too clean and too bright
She stares at you for an hour
You stare into the light
For one last hour in the room
So mean and so white
I stare at her in this room as she stares into the night
Nothing left to feel
Nothing more to do
Nothing left to ask
Nothing more of you
Nothing else to share or show
Nothing left but time to go
In his eyes as we turn no eternity of life
In his eyes as we turn no infinity of why
In his eyes as we turn no beautiful goodbye
In his eyes as we turn...nothing but tears
In his eyes as we turn...nothing but tears
(spoken:) I couldn't understand too much of what was being said
In a matter of minutes
Peacefully so slow
I had to think to breathe
My heart burst
We moved in silence really slowly away from the world
As we drove a strange silence
That moment
Nothing will ever be the same
Nothing will ever be the same
Nothing will ever be the same
Days fall out
Weeks always run down
Moments just fly
Weeks go by
And then we're here
And then we're here in a room too clean and too bright
I stare at you for an hour

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song performed by Cure
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Tvc 15

Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Ohh
Up every evening bout half eight or nine
I give my complete attention to a very good friend of mine
Hes quadraphonic, hes a, hes got more channels
So hologramic, oh my t v c one five
I brought my baby home, she, she sat around forlon
She saw my t v c one five, and then babys gone, she
She crawled right in, oh my
She crawled right in my
So hologramic, oh my t v c one five
Oh, so demonic, oh my t v c one five
Maybe if I pray every, each night I sit there pleading
Send back my dream test baby, shes my main feature
My t v c one five, he, he just stares back unblinking
So hologramic, oh my t v c one five
One of these nights I may just
Jump down that rainbow way, be with my baby, then
Well spend some time together
So hologramic, oh my t v c one five
My babys in there someplace, loves rating in the sky
So hologramic, oh my t v c one five
Transition
Transmission
Transition
Transmission
Oh my t v c one five, oh oh, t v c one five
Oh my t v c one five, oh oh, t v c one five
Oh my t v c one five, oh oh, t v c one five
Oh my t v c one five, oh oh, t v c one five
Maybe if I pray every, each night I sit there pleading
Send back my dream test baby, shes my main feature
My t v c one five, he, he just stares back unblinking
So hologramic, oh my t v c one five
One of these nights I may just
Jump down that rainbow way, be with my baby, then
Well spend some time together
So hologramic, oh my t v c one five
My babys in there someplace, loves rating in the sky
So hologramic, oh my t v c one five
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh
Transition
Transmission
Transition
Transmission
Oh my t v c one five, oh oh, t v c one five

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song performed by David Bowie
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