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I think an Edwards-Kerry ticket would be powerful.

quote by John Edwards
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Ticket On A Ferry Ride

By jeff barry and bobby bloom
I got a ticket on a ferry ride.
I got a ticket and it hurts inside.
I wonder if she knows
That I dont really want to go, oh no
I still love her so.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride.
I got a ticket and it hurts inside.
I never though the day
Would come when I would say good bye this way
Wanted so to stay.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride.
I still love her so.
Dont really wanna go.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride.
I got a ticket and it hurts inside.
I wonder if she knows
That I dont really have to go, oh no
I still love her so.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride.
I got a ticket and it hurts inside.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride.
I got a ticket and it hurts inside.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride, ah.
I got a ticket on a ferry ride (repeat).

song performed by Monkees
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On The 09 All Ireland Football Final

For the Cork Gaelic Footballers another humbling defeat
By their neighbours Kerry in Croke Park once more they've been beat
In Gaelic Football in Ireland Kerry to the fore
With 36 All Ireland titles and their fans hoping for more.

My mum was from Kerry that I cannot deny
But why it aches me when Cork lose a big game I do wonder why?
Though long absent from Ireland a sense of parochialism I do retain
Some-things from our past always with us do remain.

But Kerry fans with their 09 All Ireland victory need not get carried away
As their hurlers are quite poor though that does seem a sad thing for to have to say
Like Kilkenny Ireland's premier hurling County Kerry G A A rankings low
The lowest even in Munster as all G A A fans do know.

For the Liam Mcarthy Cup Kerry Hurlers never allowed for to play
For that not deemed to be good enough by the administrators of the G A A
Like the Kilkenny Footballers Kerry Hurlers amongst the lowly rate
Though their many Football victories their fans have to celebrate.

Kerry are 09 All Ireland Senior Football Champions their neighbours Cork they did outplay
In Croke Park in Dublin Ireland on September's third sunday
But Cork the only winners of the Hurling and Football double for them an amazing feat
With Ireland best Football and Hurling Counties at the highest level do compete.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Ticket To Ride

I think I'm gonna be sad, I think it's today, yeah
The girl that's drivin' me mad is goin' away
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride, but she don't care
She says that livin' with me is bringin' her down, yeah
That she won't ever be free while I was around
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride, but she don't care
I don't know why she's ridin' so high
She oughtta think twice
She oughtta do right by me
Before she gets to sayin' goodbye
She oughtta think twice
She oughtta do right by me
I think I'm gonna be sad, I think it's today, yeah
The girl that's drivin' me mad is goin' away
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride, but she don't care
I don't know why she's ridin' so high
She oughtta think twice
She oughtta do right by me
Before she gets to sayin' goodbye
She oughtta think twice
She oughtta do right by me
I think I'm gonna be sad, I think it's today, yeah
The girl that's drivin' me mad is goin' away
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride
She's got a ticket to ride, but she don't care
My baby don't care
My baby don't care
My baby don't care
My baby don't care

song performed by Bee Gees
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Gifted Ticket Taken

With a gifted ticket taken,
Anyone can go to places...
With a price already paid.

With a gifted ticket taken,
It becomes easier to get away.

And with a gifted ticket taken,
One will discover it's okay...
To get onboard,
And explore the unknown.

With a gifted ticket taken,
No one is bored.
Or feel they have ignored their trials.
Or chores expected to soothe with smiles,
Upon the faces awaiting to take full credit.

And with a gifted ticket taken,
All onboard...
Are ready to tour.
With a freeing off their backs,
Attractions carried that attacked.

And with a gifted ticket taken,
All onboard...
Are never bored,
With a freeing off their backs...
And with a sigh of satisfaction.

And with a gifted ticket taken,
Everyone can celebrate...
The patience,
It took...
To get that taste anyone can salivate.

And with a gifted ticket taken,
Everyone can celebrate...
The patience,
It took...
To get that taste anyone can salivate.

And with a gifted ticket taken,
Everyone can celebrate.
And with a gifted ticket taken,
Everyone can celebrate.
And with a gifted ticket taken,
Everyone can celebrate...
The patience,
It took...

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ticket To The Moon

Remember the good old 1980s?
When things were so uncomplicated?
I wish I could go back there again
And everything could be the same.
Ive got a ticket to the moon
Ill be leaving here any day soon
Yeah, Ive got a ticket to the moon
But Id rather see the sunrise in your eyes.
Got a ticket to the moon
Ill be rising high above the earth so soon
And the tears I cry might turn into the rain
That gently falls upon your window
Youll never know.
Chorus:
Ticket to the moon (ticket to the moon)
Ticket to the moon (ticket to the moon)
Ticket to the moon (ticket to the moon).
Fly, fly through a troubled sky
Up to a new world shining bright, oh, oh.
Flying high above
Soaring madly through the mysteries that come
Wondering sadly if the ways that led me here
Could turn around and I would see you there
Standing there (and I would see you there, waiting...)
Ticket to the moon
Flight leaves here today from satellite two
As the minutes go by, what should I do?
I paid the fare, what more can I say?
Its just one way (only one way)...
Repeat chorus:
Repeat chorus:

song performed by Electric Light Orchestra
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Powerful Thing

(written by al anderson and sharon vaughn)
Ive never seen two people in my life
More determined to ignore the obvious
We better stop thinking
Let our hearts start doing the talking
Youd have to be stone deaf dumb and blind
Not to see whats going on with us
So lets jump in
And get over our fear of fallin
cause what we got here
Is a powerful thing
Its a powerful thing
More than three words
And a diamond ring
It can open up the heavens
Make the angels sing
Our love, baby, is a powerful thing
We started out strangers on a two-way street
Neither one of us lookin to fall in love
But we dont need us a map
To know were headed in that direction
Well, its out of our hands
And over our heads
Its something thats bigger than both of us
Turnin back nows completely out of the question
cause what we got here
Is a powerful thing
Its a powerful thing
More than three words
And a diamond ring
It can open up the heavens
Make the angels sing
Our love, baby, is a powerful thing
Stronger than the force of a driving wind
Hotter than a forest fire
There never has been and there never will be
Nothing like the power of you and me, yeah
Its a powerful thing
Its a powerful thing
More than three words
And a diamond ring
It can open up the heavens
Make the angels sing
Our love, baby, is a powerful thing
Its a powerful thing
Its a powerful thing
More than three words
And a diamond ring
It can open up the heavens
Make the angels sing

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song performed by Trisha Yearwood
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Ticket To Heaven

Im walking a wire, it feel likes a thousand ways I could fall
To want is to buy, but to live is to die and you cant take it all
And everything is said and done I wont have one thing left
What happened to everything that I ever known
All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed that
You make
Now Im restless and Im running from everything, Im running from everything, Im afraid its
A little too late
Its a voices lie, innocents die
And all your dreams, and all your money they dont mean a thing
When everything is said and done, you wont have one thing left
What happened to everything that I ever known
All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed that
You make
Now Im restless and Im running from everything, Im running from everything, Im afraid its
A little too late
Its a little too late
All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven,
Said to lie in the bed that you make
Now Im restless and Im running from everything, Im running from everything, Im afraid its
A little too late
All he gave me was this ticket to heaven, that ticket to heaven, said to lie in the bed that
You make
Now Im restless and Im running from everything, Im running from everything, Im afraid its
A little too late
Its a little too late

song performed by 3 Doors Down
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I've Got a Golden Ticket

I never thought my life could be
Anything but catastrophe
But suddenly I begin to see
A bit of good luck for me

'Cause I've got a golden ticket
I've got a golden twinkle in my eye

I never had a chance to shine
Never a happy song to sing
But suddenly half the world is mine
What an amazing thing

'Cause I've got a golden ticket
It's ours, Charlie
I've got a golden sun up in the sky

I never thought I'd see the day
When I would face the world and say
Good morning, look at the sun
I never thought that I would be
Slap in the lap of luxury'
Cause I'd have said it couldn't be done
But it can be done

I never dreamed that I would climb
Over the moon in ecstasy
But nevertheless, it's there that I'm
Shortly about to be

'Cause I've got a golden ticket
I've got a golden chance to make my way
And with a golden ticket, it's a golden day

Good morning, look at the sun'
Cause I'd have said it couldn't be done
But it can be done

I never dreamed that I would climb
Over the moon in ecstasy
But nevertheless, it's there that I'm
Shortly about to be

'Cause I've got a golden ticket'
Cause I've got a golden ticket
I've got a golden chance to make my way
And with a golden ticket, it's a golden day

poem by Roald Dahl
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The American Flag and the Lucky Juju Bead (Not a Poem)

The American Flag and the Lucky Juju Bead

By Uriah Lee Hamilton

Monday night. No ticket to see the sold-out show of British pop singer Lily Allen at St. Andrew’s in Detroit. I’ve never let this stop me before. Off I go with the mad confidence of Hemingway and the sweet disposition of Jack Kerouac, ready as ever just to enjoy everything and be grateful.
I arrive in the parking lot of St. Andrew’s at 5: 50PM. About fifteen other people in line already including a thirty-five year old guy in a kilt. I have nothing against kilts really, but the chilly breeze was blowing 40 degrees Fahrenheit with snowflakes and rain falling, not strictly apropos for wearing your finest kilt. A homeless man approaches and gives me a small American flag. I tell him I can’t give him anything right now, no single bills until I can find a ticket to buy. I forgot I had a pocketful coins in a plastic bag. The homeless guy promptly reclaims the small American flag from me. My feelings were kind of hurt but I never really get mad at the homeless.
As people showed up, I’d ask, “Have an extra ticket? ” “No, man, I sure don’t.” “Ok, you can have my place in line, I’m ticketless.” At least fifteen more people show up that I have this conversation with, including two people from Dayton, Ohio also without tickets. Drats! Competition!
Then another homeless man on a bike approaches me. He says, “It’s going to be a good show isn’t it? ” I reply, “I don’t know, I can’t get a ticket.” “You don’t have ticket? ” Again I respond, “No, I can’t get a ticket.” He then assures me I’ll get a ticket. “You know, I met Lily today. Pretty little thing, I gave her one of my good luck juju beads.” The homeless guy then showed me two of his fingers. They didn’t appear that much more spectacular than any fingers I’ve seen on other hands. I guess he was holding one of his good luck juju beads, though. This time I remembered the pocketful of change I had. I pulled out the plastic bag and said, “I don’t know what’s in here, but you can have it” (I’m guessing two or three dollars) . He said, “Thanks.” And he then opens those not all that uncommon two fingers and gives me this little juju bead that I put in the pocket that had the plastic bag of change. The homeless guy then disappears as calmly as he appeared, almost like Jesus on the road to Emmaus when he slips away after enlightening the down-hearted disciples about the plan of God with the events that just unfolded. That seemed appropriate for the day after Easter.
As soon as the homeless guy vanishes, three guys show up in line and once again I ask, “Have any tickets? ” One of the three responded, “Just one, man.” I asked, “How much? ” He tells me, “Fifty dollars.” I promptly give him the fifty dollars and a God-blessing and felt all happy. I kind of felt bad for the two people from Dayton but maybe they didn’t have a good luck juju bead. I hope they got tickets somehow, but I don’t know. The time is 6: 30PM and the doors open at 7: 00PM.
An Electronic band from Seattle called Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head opened the show. They were a fun party band with a song or two seeming disco-like. Everyone was having a good time dancing and swaying and talking to friends and people they were romantically involved with. All very cool.
Finally, Lily Allen takes the stage wearing a cool gray hoodie. She eventually sheds the hoodie and has a white T shirt on and is just super cute with a new shorter hair cut. She’s dancing and smiling and singing and everyone in the audience is doing the same. She then introduces a song called “Who’d Have Known” saying it is about the early time in a relationship before you really know each other. As she’s singing the song, she notices a gay couple in front of me all happy with each other and the show and points toward them and smiles friendly and approvingly. A song or two later, the one guy of the couple has a tear on his face from how much he is enjoying the show and Lily notices that as well and says, “You’re crying, are you ok? ” She then reaches out her hand with her lovely pink finger nails and shakes his hand. I think that is the only hand she shook last night. She later throws a towel out into the audience and the same guy gets the towel. Uriah left empty-handed but happy. For the final song in the encore, she sings “Womanizer” by Brittany Spears and everybody is just bopping up and down and digging the coolness of it all. My only disappointment is that she doesn’t sing the song “Knock ‘Em Out”
Form her first album. The song is about a guy hitting on her that won’t take no for an answer and Lily says in her perfectly lovely English accent, “It’s not going to happen, not in a million years.” I know something about success in receiving rejection, but not by such a cool British voice. I would have liked to heard that one. Maybe next time.
On the way out, a pretty blonde kept saying, “This was a sold out show, there is no recession.” I don’t know if that line was motivated from any particular political perspective. I’ll just take it as one more person saying good luck to everyone.

8: 39PM 4-14-2009

poem by Uriah Hamilton
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During last night's debate, John Kerry and John Edwards were so friendly to each other some political experts think that they may end up running together. In fact Kerry and Edwards were so friendly, President Bush accused them of planning a gay marriage.

quote by Conan O'Brien
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Kerry

Kerry, so cool and so clever
I know, cause you told me so
Youve got it bad for yourself
And nobody else can hold a candle to you
So lm told
Wont you give us a break
Dont take it too far
Wont you give yourself a chance
Youre enough as you are.
Yeah, you might be o.k.
And it might be all wrong
To carry on
Oh kerry you can carry on
Just dont get carried away
Oh kerry, its o.k. to carry on
But dont get carried away,
Watch it now, kay oh kerry
I must have been crazy to think
That I could find you
When you were lost
Girl, you cant know what youre saying
When you slip away
Teil me baby, is it worth the cost

song performed by Hall & Oates
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Kerry Packer

Kerry Packer was the richest man in Australia until he died the other year.....

I sometimes think of Kerry Packer
And if he’s doing well
Did he make up to heaven
Or was he sent down to hell.

A strange man, Kerry Packer
He was so rich when he was born
Yet what he loved to eat in life
Was just burgers and pop corn.

Not a nice man – I don’t think so
Nor of gentle sentiment
A man who wanted his own way
And didn’t care on whom he leant.

A bully! And a braggart!
And with money he could buy
Those who would agree with him
When he looked them in the eye.

I still think of Kerry Packer
And if he’s doing well
But I now hope that he’s in heaven
Where his soul he cannot sell.

poem by David Keig
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Tim Kennelly

A mighty Gaelic Footballer he inspired the bards to rhyme
He played centre half back for Kerry when he was in his prime
A stalwart of the Listowel Emmetts a famous Gaelic Football Club
And in the Town of listowel he owned a well known pub.

His name was Tim Kennelly one of the Kingdom's best
And he was not found wanting when he was put to the test
But he did not live to be an old man to grow stooped and old and gray
In his very early fifties the great man passed away.

With the greats of Gaelic Football he is surely one to rate
The Listowel Emmetts Clubman was a Kerry G A A great
For Listowel Emmetts and for Kerry he played many a marvellous game
And his name destined to live on in Gaelic Football's Hall Of Fame.

His son Tadgh is a star of Aussie Rules Football for the Sydney Swans Today
And though the mighty Tim Kennelly in eternal rest now lay
He will always be remembered as a Gaelic Footballer supreme
Who won five All Irelands with a famous Kerry team.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Paddy Murphy's Wake

The priest had been here earlier and the rosary was said
and relatives and friends in single file were offering condolences.
'Sorry for your troubles, ' one by one they said,
bending over Maggie Murphy, silent in her rocker,
a foot or so from Paddy, resplendent in his casket,
the two of them much closer now than they had ever been.
A silent guest of honor, Paddy now had nothing more to say,
waked in aspic, if you will, in front of his gothic fireplace.

But the hour was getting late and still the widow hadn't wept.
Her eyes were swept Saharas and the mourners wanted tears.
They had fields to plow come morning and they needed sleep
but the custom in County Kerry was
no one leaves a wake until the widow weeps.

Fair Maggie could have married any man in Kerry,
according to her mother, who almost every day reminded her of that.
'Maggie, ' she would say, 'you should have married Mickey.
His limp was not that bad, ' but Maggie wouldn't listen.
Instead, she married Paddy, 'that pestilence out walking'
as her mother often called him
even on a Sunday but only after Mass.

Maggie married Paddy the day he scored the only goal
the year that Kerry took the trophy back from Galway.
That goal was no small thing, Paddy would remind us all forever
until one of us would gag and buy him another drink.
That goal, he'd shout, was something historians would one day note,
even if they hadn't yet, and every time he'd mention it,
which was almost daily, Maggie's mother would remind her daughter
that she should have married Mickey and had a better life.
The final time her mother praised poor Mickey,
a screaming match ensued, so loud it woke the rooster
the day before her mother, feverish in bed,
gurgled like a frog and died.

This evening, though, as the wake wore on,
the mourners grew more weary
waiting for the tears the widow hadn't shed.
Restless in his folding chair, Mickey put his bottle down
and rose to give the eulogy it had taken days to memorize.
'Folks, ' he said, 'if all of us would holler down to Paddy now,
he'd holler back, I'm sure, and tell us,
despite the flames and all that smoke, that Kerry
winning over Galway is all that ever mattered, even now.
We'll always have cold Paddy over there to thank for that.'

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poem by Donal Mahoney
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Dont Look Back On Love

Give me love (give me love) ?
Just call me, forget it
Light my light (light my light)
With your fire, your warmest desire, to excite me
Dont get me wrong (dont get me wrong)
cos you can use my ?
Turn to run to me (youre running to me)
To fill your needs with my love, all my love
You are the one (you are the one)
To ? in me all my dreams to see from the very start (from the very start)
If you want me (if you want me)
Then play my rules cos Ive no fool for nobody
cos once youre in it (in it)
Baby, its a one way ticket (ticket)
And nows no running away (no running away)
No running away with my heart
Cos you dont look back on love, no, no, no, no, no
You dont look back on love, no, no, no, no, no
cos once youre in it (in it)
Baby, its a one way ticket (ticket)
And nows no running away (no running away)
No running away with my heart
cos you dont look back on love, no, no, no, no, no
You dont look back on love, no, no, no, no, no
You dont look back on love
cos once youre in it (in it)
Baby, its a one way ticket (ticket)
And nows no running away (no running away)
No running away with my heart
cos you dont look back on love, no, no, no, no, no
You dont look back on love, no, no, no, no, no
You dont look back on love, look, back
You dont look back on love, look, back
You dont look back on love, look, back
You dont look back on love, look, back
You dont look back on love, look, back

song performed by Gloria Estefan
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Annals of Assur-Nasir-Pal column I

To Ninip most powerful hero, great, chief of the gods, warrior, powerful Lord, whose onset in battle has not been opposed, eldest son,

crusher of opponents, first-born son of Nukimmut, supporter of the seven, noble ruler, King of the gods the producers, governor, he who rolls along the mass

of heaven and earth, opener of canals, treader of the wide earth, the god who in his divinity nourishes heaven and earth, the beneficent,

the exalted, the powerful, who has not lessened the glory of his face, head of nations, bestower of sceptres, glorious, over all cities a ruler,

valiant, the renown of whose sceptre is not approached, chief of widespread influence, great among the gods, shading from the southern sun, Lord of Lords, whose hand the vault of heaven

(and) earth has controlled, a King in battle mighty who has vanquished opposition, victorious, powerful, Lord of water-courses and seas,

strong, not yielding, whose onset brings down the green corn, smiting the land of the enemy, like the cutting of reeds, the deity who changes not his purposes,

the light of heaven and earth, a bold leader on the waters, destroyer of them that hate (him), a spoiler (and) Lord of the disobedient, dividing enemies, whose name in the speech of the gods

no god has ever disregarded, the gatherer of life, the god(?) whose prayers are good, whose abode is in the city of Calah, a great Lord, my Lord - (who am) Assur-nasir-pal, the mighty King,

King of multitudes, a Prince unequalled, Lord of all the four countries, powerful over hosts of men, the possession of Bel and Ninip the exalted and Anu

and of Dakan, a servant of the great gods in the lofty shrine for great (O Ninip) is thy heart; a worshipper of Bel whose might upon

thy great deity is founded, and thou makest righteous his life, valiant, warrior, who in the service of Assur his Lord hath proceeded, and among the Kings

of the four regions who has not his fellow, a Prince for admiration, not sparing opponents, mighty leader, who an equal

has not, a Prince reducing to order his disobedient ones, who has subdued whole multitudes of men, a strong worker, treading down

the heads of his enemies, trampling on all foes, crushing assemblages of rebels, who in the service of the great gods his Lords

marched vigorously and the lands of all of them his hand captured, caused the forests of all of them to fall, and received their tribute, taking

securities, establishing laws over all lands, when Assur the Lord who proclaims my name and augments my Royalty

laid hold upon his invincible power for the forces of my Lordship, for Assur-nasir-pal, glorious Prince, worshipper of the great gods

the generous, the great, the powerful, acquirer of cities and forests and the territory of all of them, King of Lords, destroying the wicked, strengthening

the peaceful, not sparing opponents, a Prince of firm will(?) one who combats oppression, Lord of all Kings,

Lord of Lords, the acknowledged, King of Kings, seated gloriously, the renown of Ninip the warrior, worshipper of the great gods, prolonging the benefits (conferred by) his fathers:

a Prince who in the service of Assur and the Sun-god, the gods in whom he trusted, royally marched to turbulent lands, and Kings who had rebelled against him

[he cut off like grass, all their lands to his feet he subjected, restorer of the worship of the goddesses and that of the great gods,

Chief unwavering, who for the guidance of the heads (and) elders of his land is a steadfast guardian, the work of whose hands and

the gift of whose finger the great gods of heaven and earth have exalted, and his steps over rulers have they established forever;

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Freedom is a Powerful Word

freedom is a powerful word
filled with glori and brightened eyes
freedom is a powerful word
where no black child is left behind
the despair of no hesitation
the depair of no education
freedom is a powerful word

freedom is a powerful word
where everyone gets a chance to be one
freedom is a powerful word
where a black man can raise his son
we got freedom
but we dont respect it

black boys droppin out of school
black girls gettin pregnant at early ages
these people fought for our rights
but all we do is abuse it

like i said freedom is a powerful word
are you sure we are free
why are we killing our own race
we are gettin involved in the wrong stuff
like gangs and selling drugs
smokin weed and makin d's
it aint right
freedom is a powerful word
if it is so powerful
dont abuse it

poem by Tatianna Biggs
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Homeward Bound

I want to sit at home in my rockin chair
I dont want to travel the world
As far as Im concerned Ive had my share
But times more precious than gold
I dont wanna see another airplane seat
Or another hotel room
The home life to me seems really neat
I just wanna unpack for good
Buy me a ticket homeward bound (homeward bound)
Buy me a ticket homeward bound (oh homeward bound
Well it all seems the same when youve done it before
Theres no difference in the style
Theres no end insight or my own front door
Ill be a stay at home for awhile
So Ill have another drink and a cigarette
Just to console myself some how
Its not too bad if you can forget
Ive just got to find a way somehow
Buy me a ticket homeward bound (homeward bound)
Buy me a ticket homeward bound (oh homeward bound
Buy me a ticket homeward bound (homeward bound)

song performed by Fleetwood Mac
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Tripped With a Ticket

Tripped with a ticket to no-oh-where.
And-not-online,
With those of like minds.

Tripped with a ticket to no-oh-where.
And not trying to find,
The rhythm nor the rhyme.

But,
Who knew...
That a vision would take a big shift.
Who knew...
Picky people would make something of this.
And who knew...
Temperatures would rise to ball fists quick,
To throw hissy fits with a striking to hit.

Tripped with a ticket to no-oh-where!
Who knew...
People unaware would actually care.
And who knew,
Those picky people would be paying the fare...
For everyone who thought they would be going nowhere.
And who knew,
Those picky people would be the ones prepared,
To shut lips up with a showing they cared.

Tripped with a ticket to no-oh-where.
And-not-online,
With those of like minds.

Tripped with a ticket to no-oh-where.
And not trying to find,
The rhythm nor the rhyme.

But,
Who knew...
That a vision would take a big shift.
Who knew...
Picky people would make something of this.
And who knew...
Temperatures would rise to ball fists quick,
To throw hissy fits with a striking to hit.
And those picky people would prevent all of it!

But,
Who knew...
Picky people would make something of this.
And do the best they could to get the folks to quit!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I'm not looking my Someday best

I'm not looking my Someday best
The heart's smoked out abusively
And busted on the porn romance syndrome
And what with capricious bad verve
And morbid ecological anxiety
And sustained economic diarrhea
And acute political devaluation
And convulsive religious paroxysms
And blighted philosophical musings by morons
And the steady diet of mass media feeding frenzy
With everyone overlied and brain crisp¸
Not to mention the increased virtual dyslexia
Nor the arachnoid addiction to fail
Nor the ¢ash filled Gagaian cultural wasteland
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby ad nauseaum
And after the flood there comes dead aid

Of course I'm grumpy
Nothing is on time
Tic-toc suck my profanity
Or blame it on All Timer
Land's End in sight
And the great white oceanic pleasure ship, Hedonistic Nirvana
Casts off the mooring lines
When suddenly panic and hysteria seize the passenger list
Calling names, all beginning with U
Ill equipped to handle metaphysical questions
And the curs capsize Charon's lovely boat

Washed, at last, on the barren shores of eternity
Survivors crawl to the pearly barricade
Where a staunch broad winged doorman
Asks politely: "Tickets please"
What ticket? , murmurs the soul crowd.
I'm Christian a diaphanous denizen calls out.
You need a ticket,
I'm Jewish then.
Do you have a ticket?
OK I'll be Muslim.
Ticket?
I'm really Buddhist
That's next door, but you still need a ticket.
I'm screwed, chewed, and tattooed
An extended urban synonym for atheist
Here the white floating dude
Shakes his head disconsolately
Yet says nothing.

I just hate Someday.

poem by Winston T. Gylles
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