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(God Must Have Spent) A Little More Time On You

Can this be true"
Tell me can this be real?
How can i put into words what i feel?
My life was complete
I thought i was whole
Why do i feel like i'm losing control?
Never knew that love could feel like this
and you changed my world with just one kiss.
How can it be that right here with me
there's an angel?
It's a miracle
Your love is like a river
peaceful and deep
your soul is like a secret
that i could never keep
when i look into your eyes
i know that it's true
God must have spent
A little more time
On you
In all of creation
all things great and small
you are the one that surpasses them all
More precious than
any diamond or pearl
they broke the mold
when you came into this world
and i'm trying hard to figure out
just how i ever did without
the warmth of your smile
the heart of a child
that's deep inside
leaves me purified

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God Must Have Spent A Little More Time On You

Can this be true
Tell me can this be real
How can i put into words how i feel
My life was complete
I thought i was whole
why do i feel like i'm loosing control

Never thought that love could feel like this
and you changed my world with just one kiss
How can it be that right here with me
theres an angel
its a miracle

CHORUS
Your love is like a river
Peacful and deep
Your soul is like a secret that i never could keep
when i look into your eyes
I know that its true
god must have spent a little more time on you

In all of creations all things great and small
you are the one that surpasses them all
more precious then any diamond or pearls
they broke the mold when you came in this world

And i'm trying hard to figure out just how i ever did without
the warmth of your smile
the heart of a child
thats deep inside
leaves me purified

CHORUS
Your love is like a river
Peacful and deep
Your soul is like a secret that i never could keep
when i look into your eyes
I know that its true
god must have spent a little more time on you

Never thought that love could feel like this
and you changed my world with just one kiss
How can it be that right here with me
theres an angel
its a miracle

CHORUS
Your love is like a river
Peacful and deep
Your soul is like a secret that i never could keep
when i look into your eyes
I know that its true
god must have spent a little more time on you

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God Must Have Spent A Little More Time On You

Can this be true? tell me, can this be real?
How can I put into words what I feel?
My life was complete, I thought I was whole
Why do I feel like Im losing control?
Never knew that love could feel like this,
And you changed my world with just one kiss.
How can it be that right here with me theres an angel?
Its a miracle
Your love is like a river peaceful and deep
Your soul is like a secret that I could never keep
When I look into your eyes I know that its true
God must of spent a little more time on you
In all of creation, all things great and small
You are the one that surpasses them all
More precious than any diamond or pearl
They broke the mold when you came in this world
And Im trying hard to figure out just how I ever did without
The warmth of your smile, the heart of a child
Thats deep inside, leaves me purified

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You are much more than what you think you are, you have much more than what you think you have

You are not
What you think you are
You are just the force
Operating a robot
Whose physical and
Chemical dimensions
Are determined by
A permutation and combination
Of certain amino-acids
You are not
What you think you are

You are not
What you think you are
You are not a female or male
You are not a daughter or son
You are not a sister of brother
You are not a mother or father
You own not a thing
You belong to one
Nothing is yours
None is yours
The only thing you own
Is you

As said elsewhere
You are born a daughter or son
Only to the nature’s desire
To ensure continuity
Of a particular
Genetic system

Your emotions are thus unreal
Your pleasures are unreal
Your pains are unreal
Your sorrows are unreal
All keep changing
With your change with
Your attitude and out look
The only thing unchanging and real in you
Is you

You are placed in this robot
And operating it
Just to accomplish the
Unmet desires that you
Were nursing
Earlier in yet another robot,
Or in previous birth,
As some learned say
And if you so believe

Remain just a witness
To what all happening
Stay emotion free
Stay fear free
Stay in confidence
Stay in peace
Stay in balance
You will see
Great things got
Achieved by your
Effectively operating
The robot, wherein
You are placed

You are not
What you think
That you are
You are much more
Than what you think you are
You have much more
Than what you think you have

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Now You Are Put To Rest

I

They opened his abdomen
found what they were not looking for
though half-expected
to see
polyps enormous cancerous mush
in lieu of
and the rest that had given out on him

They said: if we had known we wouldn't have torn into his
tripes
to see
even the sample test told us as much
but we did it for him
he so wanted it done
now we merely have to wait and see

just how long it would take him to conk out

without solid food to pass
from his newly-grafted conduite

He was completely in their hands
and hung on to their lips their every nod
their plans for him
and the use he had for their
apprentis chirugiens sorciers

He kept his anger for his friends family telephone operators
the aide-soignantes
those he could intimidate with his age
for he didn't know what they knew
they wouldn't feel the hurt the slight
for long
the rankling umbrage sans riposte

He didn't mind all the inconvenience
the constant waking to pass water
the secluded room without tv
without his wife to take it out on
without the means to exude
his usual referee's contempt of rules

In their hands he was the meek inept thing
pleading with his eyes
his whole body bent to their gaze
of wonder
of why he would so question going
now then or even a little later

II

You had said when I kidded you
'After all I'm not going to be far away'
Now you are put to rest
In a place dug and slabbed for you alone

As if you were not going to rest for good
with all the others
It is a place to a side in the pebble-strewn sidewalk
against the wall
your feet to the east
all the other feet to the south
As of a general standing to a salute from his army

There was no sight of you
The golden chocolatish-pink of your casket
made more glittering the cross
I couldn't guess if you would have wanted the Church's ornament

then the feeling of being out-of-place
thoughts of you in a cloud

We talked in suppressed tones
about you of you
trying to be polite and succeeding among uneasy fellows
here and there some unwanted details slipped in through nervousness
yet none felt your hand tremble on the racket

You were the master of the court
as now you mastered your going by the low sleek slate-grained marble
in sharply polished angular correctness
amidst shy upright cypresses and neatly cut passageways of chipped
stone

We sprinkled your tomb with Church water
Neither rain nor snow you remember could keep you from finishing
your game
Already as we turned in a column the voices now louder in the distance
They were arranging the roughly hewn stone slabs
before the marble thickened your bed

You may at last be at rest
with no one to challenge you to a test of strength
your referee's whistle holding its un-disputable silence

You came with the spring
Now you go in cheery spring
Your sollicitous voice still lingers in our courts
You knew us all by name and style at play
long before we met under your critical gaze

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When You Are Lost You Are Not Alone

the tension lies in isolation
when you take things all alone
and there is no knowing that out there
when you are lost
and so preoccupied with the fear of being lost

with a little light
even a flicker
you could have seen a hundred or more
faces looking for themselves
you could have known
that there are too many of us

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Liking the kind of guy you are

i'm loving the kind of guy you are,
when you open up,
you proving to me more and more,
that you are not like the other guys,
you are special,
we both have a past with pain,
i love how you always put me first,
it makes me feel special,
but at times,
i wish you can open up more,
and share your emotions with me,
i will like to know more,
of what's in that big heart of yours,
at times it feels like,
you are just as scared as me,
about opening up,
i won't see you no different,
we are all human,
you will still be my repo man,
my caring, sweet man,
that i am growing to like.

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You Are Old Now....

...because others had it
you want it too,
you work to have it, work so hard,
connect, have a network
you push
you pull strings,
even at noon,
when the heat is
painful,

(deep within you you do not need it
you can live without it, you are different from all these
ambitious
selfish, power takers)

then, you finally get it


but then, when you prepare to go
dress yourself well, comb your hair,
put some smile in your face,

you finally face the truth that this thing is giving you harm
and never good
this arrogance, and
conceit,

and then, you surrender,
throw away
that which you have worked so hard for

you are old now,
and there is no more time left for you to be
real.

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Flexible...And, Resilient You Are!

You find you are alone...
Faced and pleased with pride
Earned and undenied by the trying.
Fueled by tasks grasped,
And mastered!

You weren't always,
On a path fast pacing.
I see your knees expose wounds...
From crawling stalled by emotions.
Reviewed and glued to cement,
In revolving mental inventions meant
To keep you 'dramafied' in suspense...
And confusion!

Back on track
From doubts attacking
Patience to see scars from scabs
Peel
To fall by the wayside
From the mending of your 'thickening' skin!
Trials and tribulations,
For you...
Begin to loosen their hold
On your up...held...chin!
From its sifting through despair,
YOU.PUT.THERE!
As if missed...
With visits!

Pushing you from behind come winds,
Strong as the 'will' you have to breathe
Fresh air!
Pleasing you with strong daring breezes!
And...
You find you are alone.
Faced and much pleased with pride,
That fueled tasks grasped and mastered.

'What more can be done? '

You have fun with these thoughts...
That lift to comfort and cushion your feet!

You find you are alone!
Faced and pleased,
With pride that once hid teasing!

You grew to let your wings sprout out!
And your flight takes you even higher...
Higher
Far beyond expectations tossed about!
As onlookers witness you 'soar'...

Flexible and resilient you are!

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You Are The One I Been Looking For

Out of every guy is you
You answered all my questions that I couldn't do myself
You are angel come to save me from this broken road and
Lead me into right direction
You are the one I been looking for
You make me understand life
I feel so alive and free
I couldn't feel like this if it wasn't for you
I'm changing all the time because of you
I care about your opinion and what you think about me
You know I like you
I shouldn't have write on there
If I'm not going do anything about it
I never meant to hurt, make you jealous, and I was never mad at you
I was dumb for what I done to you and make you think different of me
You are different out of every guy in good way
I enjoy your laugh, jokes, smile, and goofy sides of you and who you are
You are the most wonderful person I ever meet
On negative side if worst that I have to deal with your friends think they know who I am
You want to found out about me and what your friends think about me
You want to test me, practice me in certain areas, and subjects
I get why, but I didn't realized at time
This was way different than I expect out of you
I am blushing and smiling around you
It's been long time
Everything is because of you
I can enjoy life, see how much I miss out, and have fun again for first time
I want to take risks, do things I never do before
No more sad songs or past
It's you I see now
You are the one I been looking for
I feel so bless to found you
Thank you for everything
You are always one person there to make me feel better when I'm in bad mood and
I start laughing and smile all because of you
When we smile at each other
I get all this sparks back and is was good moment
I just no way to approach you and this time is different
You have a face of famous person even if you are not one
I will not cry anymore if this doesn't work out
I know to let it go and learn from this
This is life and life is not fair
I get it and know better
I should realized what did I got myself in first place
If like this with you, how you feel about this situation, and
I put myself though something that end like this
There is nothing left to say
You are the one I been looking for

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Walt Whitman

Whoever You Are, Holding Me Now In Hand

Whoever you are, holding me now in hand,
Without one thing, all will be useless,
I give you fair warning, before you attempt me further,
I am not what you supposed, but far different.

Who is he that would become my follower?
Who would sign himself a candidate for my affections?

The way is suspicious-the result uncertain, perhaps destructive;
You would have to give up all else-I alone would expect to be your
God, sole and exclusive,
Your novitiate would even then be long and exhausting,
The whole past theory of your life, and all conformity to the lives
around you, would have to be abandon'd;
Therefore release me now, before troubling yourself any further-Let
go your hand from my shoulders,
Put me down, and depart on your way.

Or else, by stealth, in some wood, for trial,
Or back of a rock, in the open air,
(For in any roof'd room of a house I emerge not-nor in company,
And in libraries I lie as one dumb, a gawk, or unborn, or dead,)
But just possibly with you on a high hill-first watching lest any
person, for miles around, approach unawares,
Or possibly with you sailing at sea, or on the beach of the sea, or
some quiet island,
Here to put your lips upon mine I permit you,
With the comrade's long-dwelling kiss, or the new husband's kiss,
For I am the new husband, and I am the comrade.

Or, if you will, thrusting me beneath your clothing,
Where I may feel the throbs of your heart, or rest upon your hip,
Carry me when you go forth over land or sea;
For thus, merely touching you, is enough-is best,
And thus, touching you, would I silently sleep and be carried
eternally.

But these leaves conning, you con at peril,
For these leaves, and me, you will not understand,
They will elude you at first, and still more afterward-I will
certainly elude you,
Even while you should think you had unquestionably caught me,
behold!
Already you see I have escaped from you.

For it is not for what I have put into it that I have written this
book,
Nor is it by reading it you will acquire it,
Nor do those know me best who admire me, and vauntingly praise me,
Nor will the candidates for my love, (unless at most a very few,)
prove victorious,
Nor will my poems do good only-they will do just as much evil,
perhaps more;
For all is useless without that which you may guess at many times and
not hit-that which I hinted at;
Therefore release me, and depart on your way.

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Patrick White

I Wish Everyone In The World Were As Mad As You Are

I wish everyone in the world were as mad as you are.
I wish everyone in the world talked the same nonsense you do
and meant as much.
Stop crying.
I wish everyone in the world were as good as you are
and didn't lie to anyone else
other than themselves
about what the truth is.
You shape chaos to your mind
like light to space
to make a habitable planet you can live on
and if it isn't round sometimes
and O doesn't always cast the same shadow
that the others mimic with theirs
I wish everyone could put on your kind of airs
and be as good to life as the kind of atmosphere you are.
Come on now.
Here.
Dry your tears with this.
All those constellations you made up
out of the stars in your eyes
are your own private myths and mandalas
and you're free to change them as you will
and I wish everyone made as much
of the light they were given to go by
as you have.
I'm too much of a thorn
to paint the delicate iridescent watercolours
I see smeared on your tender bubbles
like original pictures of the universe
from a thousand spaced-out Hubbles
but I wish everyone in the world
had your kind of genius for vulnerability.
You hold up a single feather of light
like a candle among stars
like a green leaf in the middle of winter
and the world that is inured to three dimensions
for infinitely tedious reasons
would rather put its eyes out
and gape like blackholes
than see as you do
that there are countless seasons to the soul
that burn like a phoenix
and there's nowhere you can point to in the darkness
that isn't an equinox of love and understanding
when the sun shines at midnight
and spring harvests what the autumn sows.
Having a deep cosmic insight
like a stranger beyond lucidity
into the windows of the houses of your own zodiac
might make you look like a maniac to the neighbours
who keep watch in their asylum
against any kind of freedom
that might release them from their lighthouse
like a geni from a lamp
that doesn't conform to anyone's wishs but her own
but I wish everyone had the courage
you have not to be them.
Life isn't fair or unfair.
Life isn't kind or cruel.
It isn't half-Buddha and half-fool.
Neither impersonal
nor sentimental
life isn't a kind of obedience
to its own rules
as if it were bound like God to keep its word.
Or what?
Who else is there to answer to?
All the taboos want to be thresholds
and all the thresholds
want to run away from home.
Could be a curse.
Could be a blessing.
Could be just more idle words.
But you're not like that.
You're not a fountain mouth
that mistakes alphabets for birds
and holds them to the letter of the law
in a world full of music.
It's enlightenment to sing to a window.
It's ignorance to sing to a mirror.
But you don't sing to either
and your song is clear as running water
all the way down the mountain.
The picture-music
of your eyes and your ears
can already hear the ocean from here
that gathers to receive the flowing
like the heart receives blood
like the mind receives your thoughts.
Look out at the world.
You're the host.
Look inward.
You're the guest.
You can break bread with the dead
without being a ghost.
You can drink wine with the living
and it's the wine that gets high on you
flowing into a seabed of shadows on the moon
that hasn't touched a dropp for years.
Don't believe what the cynics say about innocence.
They have the sensibilities of blackflies
trying to draw blood from the Mona Lisa.
Don't grieve if you're a butterfly
that can't follow the flightplans of the maggots.
There's only a slight difference in wingspan
between a waterbird and a phoenix
but it would take lightyears
to measure a single feather of yours.
There's no cult of the rose
that insists it fall upon its own thorns first
or the moon draw first blood
on the blades of its own crescents.
You don't have to scar
your own deathmask with experience
just to prove you knew
how to eat the pain and bleed.
You don't have to wear your face in public
as if it were something you kept up your sleeve.
Dice might be the foundation-stones of the lost
but that doesn't mean
you have to go pearl-diving
for the moon in quicksand
or change your song like a jukebox
playing the slots
when you're a mermaid on the rocks.
I wish everyone had the same chance
to risk it all as you do
and win back their lives
like eleven come of seven
insteading of seeing everything
as if they were jinxed by inasuspicious birds
turning the wrong way on a prayer-wheel
that keeps coming up snake-eyes
with every roll of their skulls.
You can't heal the luck
of a wounded Nazi
by turning his swastika the other way.
You can't teach snakes to bite other people.
And you don't know enough
if there's anything left to say or understand
and even then there's a silence
that still longs to be heard
like a humming bird sipping honey from your ears
or deep in a telescopic wishing well of stars
burning in a dream of mirrors
they walk across
like fire on the water
or the distant blue notes
of the hidden nightbird
that echoes your tears
as if it were crying out in the darkness
from the safety of a secret place
for the same reasons you are.
As if it were trying to befriend its own sorrow
and weep for tomorrow as you do
for all the things of the past
it won't even know it's missing.
I wish everyone in the world
could live the future as you do
as something that is already happening now.
Even when you're crying
because you don't think you're brave enough
not to.
You're not a lame princess
that anyone needs to rescue.
You're a dragon bringing rain.
And if the snakepit hisses at you
like a social structure
and calls you insane sometimes
because you have wings
and they still hug the earth
all tied up in knots
taking their poisons out on each other
to keep from feeling anything
it's just their way of defining sanity
by the standards of the numbest.
It's not you that's crazy.
It's not you that's the dumbest.
I wish everyone in the world
were as warm-blooded and wise as you are.
When the serpent fire at the base of your spine
has passed through the doors
of all your chakras like vertebrae
and you're already a circumpolar constellation j
just a little off true north
shining like Draco
why worry if you're no good
at the game of snakes and ladders
they play like politics and religion back here on earth
to see who gets to be the pillar
and who the quicksand.
You understand way more than that.
I can tell by the fire in your eyes
that you're a phoenix among stars
and you've transcended the eagles and the houseflies
that can't even begin to imagine
the kind of heights you can reach to
or the depth of the view below you
when you're riding your own thermals
like beautiful helices in the mindstream
for the sheer joy of being only you.
Even now.
These tears
that run all the way down to your lips
as if water had fingertips
what are they
but the way you cry for things
that everyone else didn't?
I wish everyone in the world could be like you.
I wish you could teach us all
to stop living a spiritual lie
on the deathbed of an earthly truth
as if that were the only way
to foolproof ourselves
against reality
like a stranger looking through our windows at night
who doesn't recognize herself in us
because most of us aren't as brave and free as you are
to leave the door ajar
and let whatever wants to come in
come in.
Some track in mud.
Some.
Stars.
And the mud flowers in light.
And the stars bloom in fire.
And one looks up
and the other looks down
on each other's likeness
reflected in the other
as if they were engendered by the same being.
Sight is a kind of love
and I wish everyone in the world
were inspired by the mystic dimensions
and intimate clarity of your kind of seeing
that even through these tears
that I'm not having much luck in wiping away
can comprehend a world
that's more wonderful than it thinks it is.

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I Wonder Where You Are

SHALL i wonder where you are?
no more

i am on my on now
and so shall you be

you choose loneliness
i choose mine too

i know it is hard to forget and forgive
but i have learned to accept this: nothing is permanent except

change.

so go, find yourself, i go my way now, finding another.

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Loving You For What You Are

when we met
years back
you are what
you have been

i never
demand for any change
we only content ourselves
with what was there

you are yourself
and that's good enough for me
i am myself
and for what i am
you may take me

we ask nothing more
we simply have to look for that feeling
that makes us one
despite

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You Are More

the earth is all what I own
But the water is where I came from
And the sky is all what I wait for
Oh you are all what I will take for
'cause you are all my home for my heart all
you are my earth my sea and more
you are my sun and my soul or more
you are my pass; my pain and too more
and power for tommrow or too more

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I Suspect You Are Free of Them

You wish to mention,
My flaws are faulted?
Yet somehow that motivates me...
To expose them even more!
Since I do not waste my time,
To find yours.
I suspect you are free of them?
Or you are too aware.
Hoping the degrading of others...
Impresses someone,
To believe you have none!
None you would dare to self examine.

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You are more than a person to me

You are
More than
A person to me
I can speak out
My heart to you
Share my agony
Laugh with you
Learn to live
Enjoy the life
The way
One should do
I love you
As a good
Compassionate
Human being
I miss you
When you do not
Talk to me
You understand
My agony
Provide a solution
As no one ever did
You are
More than a
Person to me
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I Know You Are There

i let you stay there
i know you have been there
before i arrived
i can't give a reason why
i am late again
traffic is a silly excuse
there will be more hours
waiting for more of the
coming hours
there are no moments to share
you look at me
as though i am a sick man
i am famished
i like to go back home
and better spend
my time
with the refrigerator.

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Here You Are In Need Of A Fix

I've come here to inform you,
I no longer will be taking...
Anymore of your nonsense.
I've decided there is no more need,
I have of it.
None whatsoever!

'That's a relief.
I'm glad you came to my home to tell me that.
I was just about to call you,
To refuse your invitation sent.
Requesting a visit I thought made no sense.
And here you are...in need of a fix.'

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To me you are the breath

To me you are the breath
that I take almost endlessly
before the time of approaching death
is near to me

and every moment I treasure
your presence that is more than wealth
to me, in its sheer pleasure
and even your health

brings good fortune to anybody
that shares your life
and thus you are a prize, but everybody
in this foul age is full of strive:

I decay each and every day,
since you have gone away.

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