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Jorge Luis Borges

Writing is nothing more than a guided dream.

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Nothing More Than A Memory

Outside in the pouring rain
I walked the lonely streets and searched in vain
Every corner of every street
And every doorway where we used to meet
As I turned to walk away I could swear I saw your face
Long into the night I see
Shadows dancing alone with me
I know it must be
Nothing more than a memory
I try to keep my hurt inside
With some resemblance of my broken pride
Ive done everything that I can do
I cant face the thought of losing you
And as I turn to walk away
I thought I saw your face again
Long into the night
People say that Im crazy
Im being weak when I should be strong
Ive got to pull myself back together before too long

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More Than A Dream

For those who are in love
Im with you babies
How can it be that we feel this way
For those who are a bluff
I fear you ladies how can you treat little me this way
Its a drug that brings you pleasure and pain
Its a love that leaves you crying in the rain
Yeah Im your lover oh Im your lover
A ring a ling ting a ling lover
A sing a ling ting a ling lover
How can it be when youre with me baby
You feel the same way as me
I hope youre not a bluff cos I need you baby
Do you feel the same way as me
Theres an invisible contact between us
A hope and a dream that the words the poets
Have been writing are real
More than a dream
More than just a sex machine
But a lover

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More Than This

(ferry)
I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where theyre blowing
As free as the wind
And hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
More than this - there is nothing
More than this - tell me one thing
More than this - there is nothing
It was fun for a while
There was no way of knowing
Like dream in the night
Who can say where were going
No care in the world
Maybe im learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
More than this - there is nothing
More than this - tell me one thing
More than this - there is nothing

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More Than This

I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where theyre blowing
As free as the wind
And hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
More than this
There is nothing
Oh more than this
You tell me one thing
More than this
You know there's nothing
It was fun for a while
There was no way of knowing
Like a dream in the night
Who can say where were going
No cares in the world
And maybe Im learning
Why the sea on the tide
It has no way of turning
More than this
You know there is nothing
Oh more than this
You tell me one thing
More than this
There is nothing
Nothing
More than this
You know there is nothing
Much more than this
You tell me one thing
More than this
There is nothing
More than

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More Than This

I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where theyre blowing
As free as the wind
Hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
More than this
You know there is nothing
More than this
Tell me one thing
More than this
You know there is nothing
Oooooh...
It was fun for a while
There was no way of knowing
Like a dream in the night
Who can say where were going
No care in the world
Maybe Im learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning
More than this
You know theres nothing
More than this
Tell me one thing
More than this
You know theres nothing
Oooooh...
More than this
You know theres nothing
More than this
Tell me one thing
More than this
Theres nothing
Oooooh...
Oooooh...
Oooooh...
Oooooh...
Aaaaah...
Oooooh...
Oooooh...
Aaaaah...

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Nothing More! ! !

nothing more like was
no one like you
and i want just a tear trembling on my eyes
i want it back to me
too many that you have stolen me
and wet in sunlight bathed yourself
once they have dried
anything less than this
nothing more than you can gave me
nothing less than i had
Just you in your tirelessly love
And me on my swinging move

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Those Who Would Love Nothing More

No one should be shocked or surprised,
By the overhearing of those wishing...
For the defeat of someone else.

There are those who would love nothing more,
Than to see others fail and then to ignore.
With a doing of this as if their own lives aren't effected.
Or directly affected by witnessing their own wishes.

And without realizing their own indoctrinations,
Inflicted with conditions...
Allow their own failures to be accepted to exist.

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I Am Nothing More...

i am nothing more
than an illiterate priest,
sharing table scraps
thrown out by the rich,
with mongrel dogs...
barking and howling,
and peeing on dreams,
in the alleys of the soul.

a blind plumber
fixing the leaks,
for a cola and a can of beans.
an old man sipping brandy
with tired ghosts,
a child left alone
with discovery!

i am the hand you reach for,
the face you cannot understand.
the tear you buried
on your angry pillow,
the prayer you stuffed in a bottle,
and put out to sea...
the kiss, and the scent
of hope!

i am nothing....

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I Am Nothing More...

I am nothing more
Than a window of the World
And through me,
You can only see,
A single and unique view
Of The whole…

My fragile voice
Is nothing but one more
Added to the millions heard
Every single day,
Raising the spirit of humanity…

One single soul
Echoing the sound
Of Love and Peace
But also feeling the pain
Of those in real needs,
Those hungry little ones
Cold and sick…

From the book of life,
I am just a single page
Inking my honest thoughts
Which it mirrors
My humble heart
Given away to the World…

I am a single soul
Just passing through
And leaving behind
My non erasable
And unique footprints
As an unquestionable proof
Of my legacy…


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More Than Wanted

I have wandered far and wide
For something real something to die for
But I have found you and you do not see
All that is me, all that is true
And I am more than you will see
And I am more than you will need
And I am more than you will see
More than wanted
And as you float the flimsy surface
You should know life lies beneath it
And dont pretend you feel what I feel
For you live illusion and im real
And I am more than you will see
And I am more than you will need
And I am more than you will see
More than wanted
And I am more than you will see
And I am more than you will need
And I am more than you will see
More than wanted
And I know, I know
You like the way you feel when I play
I know, I know
You don't really hear what I say
And I know, I know
You are waiting for something to rain
I know, I know
You wish you could be more than you say
And I am more than you will see
And I am more than you will need
And I am more than you will see
More than wanted
And I am more than you will see
And I am more than you will need
And I am more than you will see
More than wanted
More than you'll love
More than you'll hate
More than you'll have
More than wanted
More than you'll need
More than you'll dream
More than you'll hold
More than wanted
More than you'll crave
More than you'll cherish
More than you'll have
More than wanted

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Happiness...

In this perfect world I feel a presence surrounding me,
I am embraced in the arms of a love so devine,
Her heart beats against mine, fingers caressing my soul,
In gasping breaths I inhale whispers of flawless passion,
A sweet nectar filling my lungs with intoxicating joy,
My soul soars higher than any man has dreamed,
My heart has been healed and my tears dried,
Serenity fills every corner of my existance,
Then suddenly I am wrenched back to reality,
For this is nothing more than a beautiful dream,
If only love could find this desolate soul,
Happiness could be ours for all of eternity...

Spread the love... The peace will follow...

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Transformation Extraordinaire

For this I know, it was not so long ago I met a captivating butterfly
On its journey by and by perched this butterfly on my windowsill
Beautiful the butterfly to my eye brought a tear I dry
Every waking moment I tried to spend with my friend the butterfly for which I had fallen

Colors so great of interest I could relate to the magnificent butterfly
Day in day out time without a doubt moments spent the striking butterfly
Morning rendezvous I spent with you my gorgeous butterfly of love so true
Anything I would try for you I would die for my vivacious butterfly
Having you was paradise for things were so nice my delightful butterfly
Never showing your true colors I loved you like no other enchanted butterfly

Till that day it all went away for alterations came to the exuberant butterfly
Metamorphosed and modify to the butterfly into a dragonfly
Where went my butterfly I asked why turn I to the dragonfly
Buzzing at my ear without a care wisp the dragonfly
Messages no longer conveying, nor in one place staying, dashed the dragonfly

Time spent so rare but I still cared for the beautiful butterfly within
I saw less and less of the dragonfly busy so I cried for my transformed butterfly
Fit no longer like a pair of gloves for me the dragonfly no longer loves
Pushed to the side arms open no longer wide I wept for the revolutionized butterfly
To hard to handle and to hard to control flew the amended dragonfly away

No longer fluttering in the air, nor self aware, was my butterfly extraordinaire
And in the end the dragonfly changed again into a furious polar bear
Loss to time a love one of a kind, my stunning butterfly to the past was committed
This is a born sin for love I cannot win arrested dawn flew olden times gone by

A lesson well learned that money should be earned my tantalizing butterfly of old
A butterfly is nothing more than a bug incapable of love my eccentric butterfly
Separate paths now seeking of faith no longer believing my outrageous butterfly
These things I didn’t anticipate, nor could I relate, to rest went the troubled butterfly

I sit now and ponder, from time to time I wonder, what went wrong with my lovely butterfly?
Alone once again without my best friend, gone my love the butterfly
No more spellbound is the night, to the bear no more I shall fight for tomorrow as risen a new
On to the ever after for now gone is fun and laughter for my butterfly was nothing more than a mere dream
A vision at best, but it doesn’t mean I love you any less, for the day now draws to a silent slumber

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Patrick White

Why Do You Cast Me In The Worst Light

Why do you cast me in the worst light possible
when you know I treat you like the navel of the world,
the Pleiades, the ghost of a mountain
that was once my heart? Why do you lie to me
when you know there are doors beyond the truth
I’ve already walked through
like an initiation into a darkness
that will adorn your breath with stars?
Nothing mundane, nothing extraordinary
and yet I find myself here with you at sixty-three
having run out of mirrors and windows to read,
believing there are no more eyes
like wells in a desert to drink from, no further
delirium of the spirit that won’t prove me a clown
if I were to believe in it at my age
when every hour is either a funeral, a storm, or a crisis.
And yet how much I do want to believe,
how much I long to discover
rain on the moon, mystical fireflies
in the punk and tinder of the cattails,
sacred keychains on the ground at my feet,
a phoenix in the ashes of the blue guitar. At times
everything is ecclesiastically vain, contaminated
by the insight, bad meat in the mindstream,
that everything I ever cherished and tried to emulate
is nothing more than the shabby dream,
the random action of expiring illusions
indifferent to their embodiment in blood or blessing,
child, martyr, suicide or saint,
prick, pariah, or prophet, all
without exception, true to the vision that is them,
even the madman convinced of his private verities
as the apple-tree is convinced of its leaves
and the sun espouses the flower. Is it not absurdly vain,
knowing all things are vain
to feel abandoned by the assurance,
so blithely and brightly assumed when young
among the junkyards and the orchards
that life has not been endured and transcended in vain,
that the tender transience of the fire, and the shadows that it cast,
the myriad transformations, the chrysalis and the coffin,
and all the ore of ardour refined
by the pursuit of an igneous excellence, the grace
of a virtue slowly attained like the taming of a wild gazelle,
or a chair well-made by a man
with the soul of a tree, were not without the grandeur
of a hidden harmony more crucial than the obvious,
no life lived that was lived to no purpose?
I can give myself like a seed to the wind, I can
sit down at a table of elements with the atoms
and toast the bonding ceremonies of carbon;
and I can shine into the vast openness of an endless night
with the exaltant ferocity of a ray of light
certain there are vital planets
in the path of my shining,
astronomers, lovers, sailors, and birds
to mitigate the expansive vacancies
in the breach of intelligent eyes. And behind
the order, the law, the function,
the dazzling billboards,
I can wander for hours aimlessly in the dark fields
stretching forever beyond our accommodations of chaos.
In the wyrd of perceptions,
sensations, thoughts, passions and ideas,
the mysterious abundance of my sentience,
I can depose the petty elector of myself
and confess like a key to my homelessness
there never was a threshold to cross,
or a door that didn’t open
to greet the emptiness either way as guest or host,
There never was a country, a shadow on the wall,
to obey or rule, nothing
but a devastating freedom that longs for chains
that cannot hold us in our passing because
we alone are the chain that binds us,
the stone that shuts us in,
and even the most infallible of prisons
in the glimpse of an insight, is dust on the wind.
And yet I long, as I have longed for you
and implored intrusions of the night to stay,
for a sweeter affirmation, even of chaos,
than these diminishments of seeing that turn me grey.
In a waste of fear and fire, against
my own unknowing
I long for a lie that’s worthy of the truth, a truth
that masters the masters of illusion
by revealing a place to hide
that is not hidden, an infinite openness that yet embraces
the hard crystal in the heart of the dream-catcher,
and a law that doesn’t condemn
the selflessness of everything that’s it’s forbidden,
and a mystery that discloses without an exegete
who you are, who I am, what a rose is,
an origin that isn’t a defamation of the end,
an impersonality with the face of a friend.

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The world is more than the sum of it's parts

The world is more than the sum of it's parts;
Things so unequal, it must be an art,
For nothing's predictable as it might seem,
From the hour of our birth to the death of our dream.

In real life Cinderella can win the prince,
No matter how unlikely the size of her prints:
If the quantum shoe fits the strange facts of the case,
We can acquit and find there no disgrace.

The sole home of Ripley and Guinness and Freud;
Guilt not allayed and surprise unalloyed-
No use to bother with syntax or diction;
In this world, truth is much larger than fiction.

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Much More Than a Writing On a Wall

It has been linked to the word 'PEACE'
Since the invention of the word.
That Egypt is embroiled in conflict...
Should disturb everyone with breath to breathe.

The concept of mankind,
Can be found within its tombs.
The pyramids have much more meaning...
Than any scientist can understand.
And Africa where Egypt sits...
Is the Motherland.
Who still is unbelieving of this?

It has been linked to the word 'PEACE'
Since the invention of the word.
That Egypt is embroiled in conflict...
Should disturb everyone with breath to breathe.

Much more is going on in the air,
Than people wishing for tickets to see...
A Super Bowl.
To witness Egypt unravelling...
Should stop conflicts,
Wherever they exist!

This visual message...
Is to deliver much more than a writing on a wall.
There is no need for scholarly interpretations.
Or reminders of credit scores.
These tea leaves do not need to be read.
A greed is going to end...
Where the pyramids began.

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More Than Life Itself

I love you more than life itself
Is that so much of a crime,
To say for you, I’d do all I could
Even if it meant for me to live or die.
If you’d ask me to climb a mountain
I would ask you only how high
And if you asked me to swim the ocean,
Into the sea I would surely dive.

I love you more than words can say,
Even more than the the words that I write
You’d have to enter my soul, to feel love flow
Then my words you would never deny.
I would give you my heart for yours to start
I would give you my eyes for you to cry
I would give you all I had for you to live,
And if you asked for it, All I would surely give.

I love you more than man could believe,
Even more than any man could wish,
And this mans wishes came true, when I met you
Then my life became yours, when we kissed.
I would do without all for you to smile
I would give up my freedom for you to dream
I would do anything for you to wish and laugh and have
As nothing is to much from what I have seen.

I love you more than any woman could hope
I love you that much, today, tomorrow and forever,
So what ever that I might do, I do it for you
And never, to you could I say never.
I dream alone so that you can dream more,
I walk alone so that you can run,
And when the Earth shall bury me away one day
Its greatest love, will finally be done.

Randy L. McClave

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No More Than Craftsmen

We are no more than craftsmen,
Our materials exist before us,
The word, the thought, the dream
We are those who sew up at the seems
All that lay before them in an aspiration
Towards a harmony that may touch the souls of all.
The words exist, all we may do is re arrange them
And through our ends we may help one another
Though never knowing by offering the soul uneasy
A chance to reflect upon the pains and joys of others,
This life, this life so strange hath changed my soul
Yet within the circle I remain, casting shadows towards
The elemental poles. What a fool I must seem,
Yet within the dream I remain growing uneasy at the thought
Of confronting the reality I so long ago left behind.
Here I am surrounded by joy; here I am surrounded by the beauty of all
Yet to fall and to call upon the demons of my insecurity is to easy
And for this reason I rest my pen upon the page, I flit my fingers across the board
Yet through sharing and never hording the emotion I feel
I have created an ocean within which my soul may drown.
Don’t leave me here, shifting upon he waves and never rising
To ride the crest till it hits the shoreline.
Open up the door for me, I shall not be scared when
Offered the keys to the kingdom of shades
For the Lord of the Dead hath gone before us all
He who has died to know the cry of the soul eternal,
Yet within the one we remain and just as he is lord of death
So is he lord of the freshest breathe a man may breathe within the valley green.
Just as he is lord of the dead so is he lord of the highest sphere
Just as he is the lord of fear so he is the lord of joyful tears,
Yet not only this for he is she who allows us life upon her surface,
Just as he is she who kisses us with moonlight radiance.
Kiss the soul of unawareness; make him shiver by your touch
And know that all that it is you should call upon lies within yourself,
Your hand controls the land of your undressing, just as you may make the day
Just as you may bless the day in your caress. Ride the wave,
Savour all that is good in life just as you savour and appreciate that
All must be in balance within itself. Equilibrium, Harmony, Balance,
This is the way of the highest dance, have faith within yourself if nothing more
Have faith that you alone may open up the doors of unknowing,
Accept nature as your God if nothing more for is not nature all in all,
Is not nature what we are as well as what surrounds us, thus is the secret of unity,
That we each live upon the life of another, as one we are, throughout eternity.

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More than you can

I love you baby
More than you can think, dream and
More than you can feel

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Nothing more

A little more
Is
Something more than nothing.

More lesser
Is
More like nothing.

Nothing more
Is
All I want.

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And Nothing More!

only gods dare farewell,
small things always enter,
and keep entering,
in a thousand different ways,
and myriad forms.
we are no more than this,
this coming and going....
i dont know whether
to tip my hat,
or leave my shoes at the door.
the taste on your lips,
that you cannot name,
is me, and nothing more!

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