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At the end, excitement maintained its hysteria.

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Focus Maintained

Gain!
All I have is love to give,
And gain!
I'm on a fast track to stay,
And to gain.
Nothing in my life...
Remains the same,
With my focus maintained!

And gain!
All I have is love to give,
And gain!
I'm on a fast track to stay,
And to gain.
Nothing in my life...
Remains the same,
With my focus maintained!

I've got to reach,
With my focus maintained.
And,
I've got to keep...
My focus maintained.
And,
I've got to seek...
With my focus maintained,
And prepared I am to change...
Keeping focus maintained.

Gain!
All I have is love to give,
And gain!
I'm on a fast track to stay,
And to gain.
Nothing in my life...
Remains the same,
With my focus maintained!

I've got to reach,
With my focus maintained.
And,
I've got to keep...
My focus maintained.
And,
I've got to seek...
With my focus maintained,
And prepared I am to change...
Keeping focus maintained.

I'm teased a lot!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Dawn Arrives

He hums tonight through his streets,
My unlatched window the tune repeats,
The kerb-crawling car winds down to a stop.
A few seconds mumble then whisks him off.
Sick and tired of abuse,
Controlled signs of hysteria,
But like when dawn arrives,
He remembers his leisure.
He runs tonight through his block,
A crack in the curtain is unlocked.
No meeting with a mother or greeting a friend
A sharp-looking boot-jack with some time to spend.
Sick and tired of abuse,
Controlled signs of hysteria,
But like when dawn arrives,
He remembers his leisure.
He cries tonight
Through his manner
I can see his conscience
Get the better
From a door-way stepped in
Shadowed leather
Exchanging handshakes for money
And pleasure.
He crawls tonight through his scum,
From my dirty window his bodys numb.
Beneath the street-lamp tilts shoulders bent,
Then meets his pick-up who pays his rent.
Sick and tired of abuse,
Controlled signs of hysteria,
But like when dawn arrives,
He remembers his leisure.
His pleasure

song performed by Madness
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Unincorporated Insights

What context contributes toward meaning?
What illusive patterns outline our thoughts?
What process prevents mindless careening
Into tangles of intangible knots—
Into the depths of deeply-rooted seeds
Of imponderable definition?
And what flower does theodicy breed
By the threat of holistic omission?
What cryptic mysteries do we express,
Though in traces of vagrant memories—
Perhaps causing us to hide and repress
Them beneath our transient reveries?
What codex—so voiceless—do we create?
What emergent grammar elucidates?

What emergent grammar elucidates
The syntax of our juxtaposition?
Why must we meander and gravitate
Toward the pull of blank exposition?
We speak in indefinite articles,
Communicating as a formality?
Our dreams are overlapping particles,
Transposed over strips of reality.
Our intellects are woven by conflict,
Disproportionate threads that braid our lives.
Ideas coalesce to contradict
Where what we call logic attempts to thrive.
We design ignorance, always preening
The language that has been intervening.

The language that has been intervening
Interrupts the words we would like to say,
Mercilessly and stringently cleaning
Our voice, removing what viewpoints convey.
Therefore, we conjure the chiffon lexis:
A vagary of coded expressions
That dilute our colloquial axis—
Our terminology of discretion.
We relinquish comprehension and
Dilapidate whatever we might learn
In the grip of the Invisible Hand
Which guides us to our tenuous concerns.
All the while, idiocy saturates
With our illocutionary mandates.

With our illocutionary mandates,
Why does anyone make sense anymore?
Verbally, our tongue only translates
All the talk that has been spoken before.
We erase our culture with social platforms.

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poem by Tim Stensloff
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Not To Temporary Borrow

What is it you are here to prove?
A truth...
That I borrowed?
And,
What is it you're here to prove and to who?
A truth...
Untold?
With a telling of a version,
You hope gets sold.

The truth I know is in me and it is maintained.
And...
Not to temporary borrow,
No!
The truth I know is in me and it is maintained.
And...
Not to temporary borrow,
No!

What is it you're here to prove and to who?
A truth...
That I borrowed?
Well...
The truth I know is in me and it is maintained.
And...
Not to temporary borrow,
No!
The truth I know is in me and it is sustained.
And...
Not to temporary borrow,
No!
The truth I know is in me and remains unchanged.
And...
Not to temporary borrow,
No!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Orlando Furioso Canto 22

ARGUMENT
Atlantes' magic towers Astolpho wight
Destroys, and frees his thralls from prison-cell.
Bradamant finds Rogero, who in fight
O'erthrows four barons from the warlike sell,
When on their way to save an errant knight
Doomed to devouring fire: the four who fell
For impious Pinnabel maintained the strife,
Whom, after, Bradamant deprives of life.

I
Ye courteous dames, and to your lovers dear,
You that are with one single love content;
Though, 'mid so many and many, it is clear
Right few of you are of such constant bent;
Be not displeased at what I said whilere,
When I so bitterly Gabrina shent,
Nor if I yet expend some other verse
In censure of the beldam's mind perverse.

II
Such was she; and I hide not what is true;
So was enjoined me for a task by one
Whose will is law; therefore is honour due
To constant heart throughout my story done.
He who betrayed his master to the Jew
For thirty pence, nor Peter wronged, nor John,
Nor less renowned is Hypermnestra's fame,
For her so many wicked sisters' shame.

III
For one I dare to censure in my lays,
For so the story wills which I recite,
On the other hand, a hundred will I praise,
And make their virtue dim the sun's fair light;
But turning to the various pile I raise,
(Gramercy! dear to many) of the knight
Of Scotland I was telling, who hard-by
Had heard, as was rehearsed, a piercing cry.

IV
He entered, 'twixt two hills, a narrow way,
From whence was heard the cry; nor far had hied,
Ere to a vale he came shut out from day,
Where he before him a dead knight espied.
Who I shall tell; but first I must away
From France, in the Levant to wander wide,
Till I the paladin Astolpho find,
Who westward had his course from thence inclined.

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poem by Ludovico Ariosto
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When I'm saying hysteria, I'm referring to Freud, because all the women were coming to him with symptoms and seeking help, and he just called it hysteria.

quote by Cybill Shepherd
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The action of hysteria.

Automatic assertion of body and tongue
In the name of God is an outcome of hysteria.
Realization of God through meditation
Is the opposite of hysteria; that’s all..
22.07.2003

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Herculean task

Lately world leaders have consented to some session
May be Herculean task but agreed to reduce tension
Hunger, death and starvation looming over horizon
Atmosphere is also not favourable with depletion of ozone’s

We are spending millions on outer space
May we call it futile and mad race?
Even one percent of it may reduce the poverty
Need not watch countless deaths with pity

How much do we loose on internal fights?
Why scores of people loose over legitimate rights?
Even land of liberty face danger and not feel at ease
Have they no right to continue and live with peace?

Our forefathers had dreamed of free world
Warm relations with all and war hysteria in cold
They gave us freedom with thought of expression
No to all measures which lead to suppression

I think it may take very long years
Good appeals may also fall on deaf ears
Weak may have fear of complete annihilation
Sovereignty and legitimacy may loose its relation

Some of worst fears are likely to disappear
World may live in peace and no constant fear
Peace efforts may yield result but brunt bear
No War, no war but peace words we may hear

Over the years we lived under constant shadow
War hysteria and no room for peace window
How many have lost lives leaving behind widows
Can’t we honestly adhere and take simple vows

Generations after generation may inherit the legacy
Hate and distrust may rule and have fallacy
Let us build good foundation to last for long
History may judge and not prove us wrong

Be the first to rise from the grave
You are sons of soils and equally brave
It is you who will lead the peaceful world
Always happiness with constant fears at hold

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Without any gain

Last peace mission has ended in failure
All hopes are belled and nothing is sure
God only knows when siren will be on
Destruction will be everywhere without any gain

There will be colossal damage to the property
It may not alleviate suffering but increase the poverty
Everybody may run for any possible shelter
At last moment some good sense may prevail and situation may alter

Everybody is fully aware of the consequences
Two world wars are recent tragic instances
How much loss to human lives and cities?
No one had imagined before start of hostilities

It is easy to create war hysteria
The war zone increases its inertia
Nothing is spared like mosques, temples or churches
These are places of worships which only preaches

There may be many surprises in the store
People may take it to high tone in war
“Finish or get finished” may be clear slogan
Arms and ammunition may be rushed in wagons

Prayers for lasting peace and good sense
It may be death nail in country’s coffins
How many may lay down their lives?
Even though there is desire and peaceful drives

First firing shot is received with all its power
Sirens are aired from all buildings including towers
Complete black out with strict adherence to rules
All eyes are on moves which can bring to peace tables

Some countries may try honestly to end the impasse
Some may add fuel to fire with no let up or pause
New weapons of mass introduction may find live field trials
Thousands may perish with vehement no and denials

Young and old alike may face the annihilations
The peace may be derailed and strain the relations
There will be war hysteria with increase in hatred
Nobody may be able to meet eyes and agreed to be lead

Few nations may try to act as honest brokers
Rest may watch it intensely and act behind as pokers
Peace may be imposed and hostilities stopped
Nothing much may be achieved as against hoped

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What Makes A Coward?

What makes a coward? Is it someone who hides
Behind the mask of fear? Is it one who rides
The wave of hysteria for all it is worth?
When does it cease, to be afraid, is it inherent at birth?

How can you be afraid of the only one you have ever loved?
Why then might you lash out at the one you have dreamt of?
Your reasons are impure, surely too, your cause
Step back and reassess, allow yourself pause!

All the world can see, right through your ruse;
You've given rise to hysteria, yet, truth you must choose!
Away now from madness, stop now the insanity,
Back from the hateful lashing out of your vanity!

My love, cause I've ne'er been, for you to be afraid;
Change for us should've ne'er been, as if you had not strayed!

Maurice Harris,27 December 2007

poem by Maurice Harris
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American Idiot

don't wanna be an american
don't wanna nation under the brains of india
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
tat is wat it meant to be america

welcome to their new kind of attention
all across its alien nations
where everything is meant to be ok
terrorism is their dreams of 2moro
we are not the ones who are meant to follow
for thats nothing about to argue

well maybe i am a maggot for america
i am not a part of their parasatic agenda
nobody wants to do the propaganda
and they sing along till they get anoia

don't wanna be an american
don't wanna nation under the brains of india
And can you hear the sound of hysteria?
tat is wat it meant to be america

welcome to their new kind of attention
all across its alien nations
where everything is meant to be ok
terrorism is their dreams of 2moro
we are not the ones who are meant to follow
for thats nothing about to argue.........
by AN AMERICAN IDIOT

poem by Ram Ram
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All The Time You Need

You say that Ill survive
That Ill get over you
But if you walk away that door
Then what am I gonna do
They say you dont appreciate love
Until its gone
Well I guess Ill love you more
Since Ive known what was goin on
Its so easy to say
That Ill miss you when youre gone
But if this is the end
Then the damage has been done
Where did I go wrong
How could I believe that we are history, my love
Even though you give yourself to someone else.
I will give you all the time you need to work things out
When all of the excitement gone
And youre wondering where you went wrong
Please remember me.
I guess Ive got to learn to give you room to breathe
When all I really want to do is love you close to me
They say that I have got to be tough
That God will see me through
And though I know you love me
Im confused, cos he wants me to be with you
I have never felt so very much alone
But if this is the end oh then I guess Ill carry on
No matter what youve done.
How could I believe that we are history, my love
Even though you give yourself to someone else.
I will give you all the time you need to work things out
When all of the excitement gone
And youre wondering where you went wrong
Please remember me.
I will give you all the time you need to work things out
When all of the excitement gone
And youre wondering where you went wrong
Please, remember me.
Please, wont you remember me
Ill be waiting here, got nowhere to go
Ill be waiting.
Remember me,
Remember, remember,
Please remember me,
Remember, remember, remember me,
Remember, remember, remember me,
Remember, remember, remember me,
Ill be waiting.

song performed by Cliff Richard
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The Cremona Violin

Part First

Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door.
A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind
Swirled through the trees, and scattered leaves before
Her on the clean, flagged path. The sky behind
The distant town was black, and sharp defined
Against it shone the lines of roofs and towers,
Superimposed and flat like cardboard flowers.

A pasted city on a purple ground,
Picked out with luminous paint, it seemed. The cloud
Split on an edge of lightning, and a sound
Of rivers full and rushing boomed through bowed,
Tossed, hissing branches. Thunder rumbled loud
Beyond the town fast swallowing into gloom.
Frau Altgelt closed the windows of each room.

She bustled round to shake by constant moving
The strange, weird atmosphere. She stirred the fire,
She twitched the supper-cloth as though improving
Its careful setting, then her own attire
Came in for notice, tiptoeing higher and higher
She peered into the wall-glass, now adjusting
A straying lock, or else a ribbon thrusting

This way or that to suit her. At last sitting,
Or rather plumping down upon a chair,
She took her work, the stocking she was knitting,
And watched the rain upon the window glare
In white, bright drops. Through the black glass a flare
Of lightning squirmed about her needles. 'Oh!'
She cried. 'What can be keeping Theodore so!'

A roll of thunder set the casements clapping.
Frau Altgelt flung her work aside and ran,
Pulled open the house door, with kerchief flapping
She stood and gazed along the street. A man
Flung back the garden-gate and nearly ran
Her down as she stood in the door. 'Why, Dear,
What in the name of patience brings you here?

Quick, Lotta, shut the door, my violin
I fear is wetted. Now, Dear, bring a light.
This clasp is very much too worn and thin.
I'll take the other fiddle out to-night
If it still rains. Tut! Tut! my child, you're quite
Clumsy. Here, help me, hold the case while I -
Give me the candle. No, the inside's dry.

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poem by Amy Lowell
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Excited

I don't know if I'm allowed to write this
But the damage is done, now even if I simply reminisce
This comes to mind, the poem is engraved on my mind, well for now
Engraved and etched in raw emotion
So this I honestly do avow
Talking with you, being with you, no your very presence begins a motion
A turning within my mind, it makes everything exciting
Makes me want to sing
No really
Literally

Even when I talk about random things you make me excited
I just enjoy talking, I just enjoy life, I'm glad you're around
I miss you when you're gone, man even your voice I miss the sound
Even your silence... even excitement or love unrequited
I don't know if this is love, it's excitement... for sure
Man just seeing you makes it harder to endure
The next time we have to part
I wonder if you know, I wonder if you can tell
Or if you think all is well
Even if I dunno if I love you, I dunno if we can be friends, my heart
It doesn't like that
Yeah my heart is wicked but my heart likes you
You just make me excited, other life can be flat
I'm excited but filled with pain and stress too
Because of 'All The Wrongs' about loving
It makes me even forget the excitement at times too

You deserve such sweeter words
But for now, you make me excited.

poem by David Knox
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Lost Inside

It’s another night
Stuck in a place that we love
Sitting there with
The bright lights
Shining down blocking out
My chance for sleep
Everyone is thinking of everything
They could be doing instead
All i hear is laughing out loud
I think if im not here
I would be doing homework
Which was my only true
Lie

Coming from it all
Id rather be at a place
With no more yelling
I look ahead realizing
That this is for me
Then why do i keep
Disregarding it all
As a punishment
When it only is a place that helps me
Friends are talking laughter all around
And as chuckle to myself i could
Be doing homework one
Of the only true lies

Brought forth thinking back to the beginning
Realizing im here losing my brain
For an unlawful act of terror
Flowing excitement
Through the blood
Seeing it all
Fall away
With the
Vision slurring
And time
Disappearing altogether
Losing my life
To this excitement
As it blurs away
Taking more in just
To lose it anyway
Feeling nothing at all
Laughing at my numbness
It feels so good as i giggle
To myself thinking
All this time i could
Have been were

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poem by Sean Buchsbaum
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Her Favorite Style

Exciting were her eyes
And refreshing was her smile.
So loving was her attitude she maintained all the while.
She reaped in her softness which created a gentle mood.
And if I ever felt hunger, she would hand me a bit of food.
Ah true, she was exciting,
Refreshing and loving
And still found a way in which she maintained all the while;
That was her faith,
That was her favorite style,
That was her favorite style.

song performed by Iron Butterfly
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The One

So long entrusted by virtue,
Fashioned by a dying star,
In the factory of a legendary,
He maintained the name,
And so shall I,
Yes I mourn my father,
Yet my life I celebrate,
You cant walk in my shoes,
I am the one

So long entrusted by supremacy,
Fashioned by a shinning star,
In the factory of nobility,
She maintained the modesty,
And so shall I,
Yes I celebrate my mother's life,
Yet my life I fashion,
You cant step in my pants,
I am the one

poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Under The Water

Bees are buzzin in their honey catacomb
All the noise seems to call my head a home
Cant escape the scratchin
My blood makes a noise
Its hard not to play when there are so many toys
So many toys
Under the water
The total is more than the sum
Under the water
I hear who Ill become
Theres a hole inside my head where all the thoughts break out
Sometimes my flesh is filled with forgetfulnes and doubt
Its easy to feel separate, no control of the reigns
Innocence aint lost it just needs to be maintained
It needs to be maintained
Beside me are strange fish, moody and dark
A tapestry of intention that maintains the spark
And theres a tiny light
A flicker within
Forgiveness is the needle that knows how to mend
It knows how to mend
Under the water
The total is more than the sum
Under the water
I hear who Ill become
(spoken rap)
Ive decided to hear who we will become
Wanna lay down in the water, go back to where Im from
Outer space is just a puzzle of stars
Music the mechanics of the human heart
A post that stirs, a shadow that casts
An insatiable thirst drains a martini glass
Theres no place sacred, no honest reflection
Our senses made senseless by a lack o direction
Monks are great with their fists uncurled
But they live in a cave, they know nothin of the world
I wanna live brave, I wanna love without fear
But its hard to navigate when I cant even hear
(do do do do do do do,
Do do do do)
Bees are buzzin in their honey catacomb
All the noise seems to call my head a home
Cant escape the scratchin
My blood makes a noise
Its hard not to play when there are so many toys
Therere so many toys
Under the water
The total is more than the sum
Under the water
I hear who Ill become

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song performed by Jewel
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The Sun

O Sun! The world's essence and motivator you are
The organizer of the book of the world you are

The splendor of existence has been created by you
The verdure of the garden of existence depends on you

The spectacle of elements is maintained by you
The exigency of life in all is maintained by you

Your appearance confers stability on everything
Your illumination and concord is completion of life

You are the sun which establishes light in the world
Which establishes heart, intellect, essence and wisdom

O Sun! Bestow on us the light of wisdom
Bestow your luster's light on the intellect's eye

You are the decorator of necessaries of existence' assemblage
You are the Yazdan of the denizens of the high and the low

Your excellence is reflected from every living thing
The mountain range also shows your elegance

You are the sustainer of the life of all
You are the king of the light's children

There is no beginning and no end of yours
Free of limits of time is the light of yours

poem by Allama Muhammad Iqbal
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Truly Said

Truly said
When body is laid on earth
After meeting natural or accidental death
Decency is must for laying the wreath

Some of the souls are born to deliver good
Even though they charge money but enjoy no sweetness of food
Life and death as they see it daily and overcome
Let us pray God to help their hands and welcome

We have crematorium ground where bodies are consummated
Hindu's generally prefer dead bodies to be cremated
Decorum. Respect and honor is maintained by permanent staff
Yet some of the people among then offer their last laugh

They share grief and see that no sentiments are hurt
Even though some consideration they certainly expect
I see the gloom and tragedy take over their faces
As everybody with dead bodies make desperate rush

Even though some of the sacred norms are not maintained
But their services in this regard is certainly praised
They provide timely assistance and direct rituals
Even though for them arrival of dead bodies are just casual

As we see the services and found many lacuna in hospitals
Here the bodies are placed nicely with rituals on rose petals
Hymns are sung and atmosphere is created to make one very sad
No one can hold tears at that time without feeling bad

I devoted much of the time on this article
As I have come across many troubles
Such type of narration at length is necessary and must
As their services are to be appreciated with belief and trust

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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