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I've never wanted to be the ingenue.

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I've never wanted to be the ingenue. Now that I'm getting into my forties, I think my time as a woman has arrived; I think I might have a new moment in my career. I have that drive left - just for a little while.

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I Never Wanted To Be So Pale

God is God
God is God
God is God

I am I
I am I
I am I

Nothing was Nothing
Nothing was Nothing
Nothing was Nothing

Anything was Everything
Anything was Everything
Anything was Everything

I never wanted to be pale
Skin like the lace on a wedding veil
I never wanted to fail
At being such an open book for sale

God is God
You are You
I am I
We Are Us

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I Wanted To Start The Day With A Poem

I wanted to start the day with a poem
I heard instead a blessing for washing my hands
I wanted to start the day with a poem
“My eyes are lifted to the hills
From whence cometh my help”
I wanted to start the day with a poem
Never did sun more beautifully steep in its first splendor
Valley rock or hill”
I wanted to start the day with a poem-
So I stopped and listened again
And waited to hear myself from inside
While my eyes were enraptured by the everyday light of things
I wanted to start the day with a poem
And the day started without me
And the poem said itself quietly
And waited while I happily wrote it down.

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I Never Wanted A Rich Man

I never wanted a rich man
Just someone with soul
It was on the day I met you
I vowed to never let you go
I never knew much about romance
Always used my lucky charms
I learned it all in just one lesson
When you first held me in your arms
Open up your heart
Let me inside
If you listen to your intuition
Well have a chance tonight
Keep me in your heart
And hold on tight
If you read into my intuition
Well find a way tonight
I put away all my heroes
And all the lovers I have known
Even though Ive had my share
Ive spent too many nights alone
Dont need to look for fame or fortune
I have found my paradise
Youve got the whole world in your hands
And a fortune in your eyes

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I Never Wanted to Die (Tombstone Blues)

You probably think I'm a flirt,
That I'm only after a bit of your skirt -
You're wrong about that - let me explain,
There was never much pleasure in my love affairs,
No, indeed, there was plenty of pain,
I'm only attracted to girls who hurt,
And they hurt me again and again!
So if you look in my eyes
You'll see an expression of deep surprise
That you haven't punished me yet,
I haven't walked home alone and upset,
I haven't even broken down and wept
In front of you because
You are too kind,
Too sensitive,
And perhaps a little bit blind!
How strange that I should find
Someone so sympathetic,
Perhaps you'll visit my grave
And put flowers there
And mourn for me and shake your head,
Not quite convinced that I am dead,
Perhaps you'll shed a tear
And wonder why
You cannot really cry,
It's because I've used up all the tears already,
I never wanted to die.

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I Never Wanted

I created myself to be on my own
But I didn't expect to be alone
Did you create yourself to be on your own?
These are the reasons things should be unknown
The days won't let you know
Days won't let you know
That all I never wanted was to be there with you
All I ever wanted to know anywhere with you
No one creates themselves unless they try to
Shut up the caution that made them lie to
All this talk but no one will tell me
Where and when I need to go
The days won't let you know
Days won't let you know
That all I never wanted was to be there with you
All I ever wanted to know anywhere with you
There is no reason, there is no reason, there is no reason
For that now
There is no reason, there is no reason, there is no reason
For that
All I never wanted was to be there with you
All I ever wanted to know anywhere with you
(It's with you so)
All I never wanted was to be there with you
All I ever wanted to know anywhere
Ever wanted to know anywhere with you

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(I Never Wanted) To Be A Star

I was seventeen, you were working for
Matthew and Son,
The Beatles met the Queen, and I wrote
I'm gonna get me a gun, yeah, yeah
It was like a dream in the star machine,
oh, no, izitso, izitso?
I never wanted to be a star, I never wanted
to travel far
I only wanted a little bit of love
So I could put a little love in my heart
I never wanted to be la-de-da, go to parties
'avec le bourgeois'
I only wanted to sing my song well,
So I could ring a small bell in your heart
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I was on the road, sleeping between lorry
lights, oh no
Stone-drunk and cold, heading into a bad
night, yeah, yeah
Just another bean in the star machine, hi ho,
here I go, here I go
I never wanted to be a star buy my mum a
Ferrari car
I only wanted to run my own race,
So I could win a small place in your heart
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nature found a way, it picked me up off the
dark side, yeah, yeah
Showed me another day, it made me sing
'I think I see the light'
Not another bean in the star machine, oh no,
this time I won't go
I never wanted to be a star, I never wanted to travel far
I only wanted a little bit of love
So I could put a little love in my heart

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Patrick White

Never Wanted To Work That Hard To Be Beautiful

Never wanted to work that hard to be beautiful
inside or out, be the rare fossil of a mirror
in the red velvet drawer of a jewellery tower
that slides out like a tiny coffin in a morgue.
Not out to prove that waterlilies have the bones
of astral hummingbirds. Love flowers,
but not in cults. Love the moon enough
not to make a religion of it, life enough
not to resist what it's trying to put me through
whether I'm howling in pain, set afire,
or mystically exalted by vital bliss
or about to scatter my ashes from any of the bridges
that arc like grey rainbows of partially kept truces
with the lies of the lines in between.

Sometimes I'm mining mini black holes
inside the solar system looking for
new motherlodes of metaphor inside
the eye sockets of a skull crawling with Aztecs
like red army ants attending to their gods,
or go panning for stars well beyond the heliosphere
the way I used to catch fireflies as a boy
just to watch them glow a moment and let them go
like an intimate insight into what I still don't know
but never failed to be enlightened by upon their release.

People outside my open window, laughing, talking,
setting up giddy long shots like sexual moves
on a hot summer night with a beer in its hand,
and the drunk demotic of a little English on the cue,
and alarmed car horns throbbing like ear aches in park,
and it's all so intriguingly silly it's got to be human
and I wonder if a thousand years from now will think
this is what we had to be like. And as soon as I
glimpse that, the whole scene is deepened by time
in the eyes behind a veil of eternity I lifted
while I was alive to see that everything here is indelible.
There's a perpetuity in our apparent randomness
in the passing of the moment, that spontaneously
preserves us for greater things than we can imagine
like the Conservation of Data Principle
that holds good even in the singular depths
of a black hole listening like a poet through an open window.

A smudge of life on my poem, but I don't mind
the fingerprints at all. What's a star without planets?
What's a shepherd ushering moons toward
the high blue grasslands without a black sheep
that wanders off by itself once and awhile
to check out other things along the way?
My poems pick things up in their flowing
like rivers pick up leaves and tributaries
and small flotillas of blossoms in the spring,
the occult alphabets of calligraphic oil snakes,
and mingles them all into the picture-music
of the mindstream, the motifs of a symphony,
or the themes of a play, that picks things up
and puts them down again like the moonrise
of a rock on a beach. Few of life's harmonies
are symmetrically balanced crystallographers.
Nights when I look into the eyes of the stars
and even the lenses of my telescope break into tears.

You can take life out of it like a fly in the toilet bowl,
a bumble bee in a jar, a star out of your eye
a spider on a long-handled broom, or the crumb
of a leftover dream from the night before,
or you can leave it in if it wants to come along for the ride.
I've heard for so long from people who say they know
that everything is one, I don't worry about disconnections.
It's the fallible continuity of life that sings
like a nightbird from the dead branch and green alike
most beautifully to me, the way the light and the rain
and love when it's real, make unions of disparate things
that depend upon each other for life like metaphors.
I revel in the crazy wisdom of the oxymoronic contradictions
that bond me to the universe like the small volcanoes
of the ground wasps that erupt between the fault lines
along the continental plates of the sidewalks
and apprentice me to landscaping with lava on the moon.

The circle's wounded deeper into its roundness
once it's broken by a branch, the stillness more profound
for the stone that's dropped into it. Love, when it's new,
trued by separation. The earth itself, an alloy
of the elemental table. To be truly original creatively
is to seek the low place like the sea and let
everything run down into you like myriad streams
that are neither many nor one, pure nor polluted,
and out of that mingling which is the whole of you,
raise them like weather from the bells of the flowers
to the robes of snow on the mountain tops
and know that with every cloud, every raindrop, storm,
every bolt of lightning, and all the life thereby engendered
is you returning like a shape shifter to your own depths
and everything comes along for the ride as if
they were always on your side, like your eyes are.

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She Never Quite Went All The Way

Up in Portland lived a girl named Nadine
One of the prettiest women I’d ever seen
She always seemed detached and blasé;

Though she had a beautiful body
And knew how to use it
She never quite went all the way

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Never Ever Give Up The Hope

Never ever give up the hope
Regardless of the condition you are or the pain you suffering is hard to cope

Hope is the engine of will power who kept even terminally patient alive
It has been seen during disaster event those with hope have more chance to survive

Imagine your desire to live as a car, the gas for this car to move is your hope
So, please hold on tight to that rope, which is called hope

Sam Arjomandi

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I Wanted To Write The Poems Of The Stars

I WANTED TO WRITE THE POEMS OF THE STARS

I wanted to write the poems of the stars
The poem of Beauty and Hope and Inspiration
I wanted to write a poem that helped others
Find Joy and Meaning in their lives -

I write my little poems
Often they are the sad truths of my own little life
Consolations for myself
I think may perhaps echo the souls of others.

I am not what I would have been
And perhaps not what I should be
I am what I am
What G-d has given me to be -

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I Wanted To Write The One Poem Everyone Would Remember

I wanted to write the one poem everyone would remember
Though I knew it had already been written many times by others-
I wanted to write the one poem
Which long after I was dead
Would say to me when I could not hear
‘You will live forever as Literature’

I knew I probably would not write that poem -
This is certainly not it -
I knew ‘Trying’ too is not enough
And yet

Here I am with my desires and my life
And as my father said the world is going by
And who am I to ever hope
To catch up with it?

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The Kid Just Wanted To have The Candy

The kid was alone
had promised her mother
not to let
any stranger in.

The robber knew this
but he was wise
he stood up infront
of the glassed window of the house
where the kid could see him.

The kid saw the robber
and the robber gave him
a kind and gentle smile
while showing a candy
of orange and green colors.

The kid's eyes
opened big and wide
and the robber gave the kid
the sign to open the door.

Little by little
the kid
became closer and closer
to the door
and then...
he opened it!

The kid
just wanted to have
the candy.

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I Wanted To Write The Most Beautiful Poem

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem
The one beyond any music I had known-
The one which would reveal the changes
in yellows and greens
spring sunlight whispered to the trees

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem
The one which would tell the stories of all those I have loved and cared for-
I wanted to write the most beautiful poem
As a poem of Kindness-

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem
Of sublime and overpowering distance
Of stars when stars were dreams -

I wanted to write the most beautiful poem-

But I knew many other poems already written
Would always be far more beautiful than mine-

So I tried to write the most beautiful poem I could-

But the light outside
The world and its colors
The beauties we see and hear everyday
Said to me again and again,

'Walk more humbly with your God and do Justice and love Mercy also'.

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Harrison Ford

I've never wanted to be the boss.

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I never wanted to leave the Smashing Pumpkins. That was never the plan.

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I never wanted to be the next Bruce Lee. I just wanted to be the first Jackie Chan.

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I never wanted to set the world on fire. So I never had to burn any bridges behind me.

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I have only one loyalty - to my writing. I never wanted to be the head of a studio or a producer.

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Rachel Ward

I got pigeonholed a bit. When I wanted to be an actress, I never wanted to be the kind of actress I became.

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