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Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel.

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Rus' You Are But A Kiss In The Frost

Rus', you are but a kiss in the frost!
The midnight roads are blueing.
Lips joined in a blue lightning bolt,
Clasped, he and she are blueing.
Sometimes at night lightning would spark
From the caress of two mouths.
And a bluing, languished lightning bolt
Would swiftly outline two coats.
And the night would shine intelligent and dark.

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How Does It Make You Feel

I am feeling very warm right now
Please dont disappear
I am spacing out with you
You are the most beautiful entity that Ive ever dreamed of
At night I will protect you in your dreams
I will be your angel
You worry so much about not having enough time together
It makes no difference to me
I would be happy with just one minute in your arms
Lets have an extended play together
Youre telling me that we live to far to love each other
But your love can stretch further than you and I can see
So how does it make you feel?
How does it make you feel?
How does it make you feel?
How does it make you feel?
How does it make you feel?
Do you know when you look at me
It is a salvation
Ive been waiting for you so long
I can drive on that road forever
I wish you could exist to live on my planet
Well its very hard for me to say these things in your presence
So how does it make you feel?
How does it make you feel?
How does it make you feel?
How does it make you feel?
How does it make you feel?
So how does it make you feel?
Well,i really think you should quit smoking

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How Pretty You Feel

Roses are red
Violets are blue
The leaves are green
And so are you
Your flesh begins to rot
Your skin begins to peel
So tell me please how pretty you feel
Your once white teeth are yellow
Your hands a nasty grey
That leak with blood, puss, and decay
They are wrapped around a once stunning bouquet
Your golden chain is imbedded in you maggot ridden neck
With a dainty locket in its grip
Pop it open and what do you see?
Oh, but a clock that is forever striking half past three
On the other side is a dusty photo of a man and an alive you
And on the front engraved in the gold are words that coo
'You make my heart beat'
Funny how he does not greave
And do you remember why he broke your heart
Your nasty rotten heart
Remember that day
And that horrid stabbing pain
That pulsed with every broken heart beat
He broke your heart and you finished the feat
Now shush dry those bloody tears
I'll sit here
And stroke your crusted matted hair
Do not fret and do not cry
For one glorious vengeful day
He shall die
Then the maggots and worms shall feast on his eyes
Now you lay
With your cracked and bleeding lips in a satisfied grin
For one day you shall have him again
So I bid to you
May he die in pain
And
May you rot in peace

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How Do You Feel?

I dont know what to say, Im crying everyday
Im talking to you slowly, but you dont know what I mean
Get down with reality, heres my resume
You never ever knew me cause you never loved me
I-i-i Im looking for renewal
I-i-i wont forget about you
I-i-i many girls are on my mind
But the only problem is
That youre on my mind too
Tell me how you feel about us,
Dont you remember yesterday?
Chorus:
How do you feel, how do you feel,
How do you feel, how do you feel...
I dont know what to do, theres no one else but you
I know that Im in love but I dont know about you
Im messed up in my world, reality is blurred
I dont know how you feel,
Thats why Im messed up in this world
I-i-i Im looking for renewal
I-i-i wont forget about you
I-i-i many girls are on my mind
But the only problem is
That youre on my mind too
Tell me how you feel about us,
Dont you remember yesterday?
Chorus:
How do you feel, how do you feel,
How do you feel, how do you feel...
Tell me how you feel about us,
Dont you remember yesterday?
Im not scared of your tomorrow,
(how do you feel? )
I just think about today
(how do you feel? )
Im not crying out for yesterday
(how do you feel? )
Just tell me now exactly how you feel...
Chorus:
How do you feel, how do you feel,
How do you feel, how do you feel...

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They Are But a Mirage of a Re-enactment Induced

'This is 'not' a recession.
This affect can be best described,
As a 'slowdown'.
A progressive retrieval,
From an accustomed forward process.
And that process
Is currently undergoing a deterence,
To enable a fortification of principles to be applied.

A recess that has decreased an increased movement,
Should not confuse the use of an installation
Of targeted limits that have been placed
To offset the appearance
Of a reflected weakened economy.

And a recession by definition...
Is not what we wish for any of our followers to conceive.
Since it is our belief,
Admitting to perceptions does not provide concrete evidence!
And under these circumstances...
No one has the balls to admit the obvious!

Are there any further questions? '

Yes!
When you say...
And I quote: 'No one has the balls to admit the obvious! '
Exactly,
What is meant by that?

'Let me see if I can provide more clarity!
That which was but isn't the way it use to be,
Should not be as much of a concern.
However...
If that which should be is given an added 'boost'
In perception...
That perception of what could be...
Can and will sustain a quality of life,
More than the reality of current conditions!
And supercedes and suspends them from their delusions.
This statement is what I meant by that.
And coming forth as I have done...
Only solidifies the great sacrifices I am willing to shoulder!

I see!
So in other words,
Not used in this press conference...
If millions are homeless because they have lost their jobs.
And can not provide food or shelter...
Or basic human comforts,
They are but a mirage of a re-enactment induced,
By bad diets and lack of exercise?
And those who view them...
Are focusing on their condition with a re-enforcement
They have inflicted upon themselves,
Because...
If improper nutrients are not daily digested...
Blood levels will affect one's belief system?

'Exactly!
I could not have said that better myself.
And 'that' is the point,
I have been trying to make for eight years!
You have a resumé?
Leave it with my staff.
You would make an excellent speechwriter!
I understood that perfectly.
Well done! '

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Patrick White

I look Into People's Faces

I look into people's faces
and I see the same wound
under many different scars.

I look into their hearts
like a stranger at night
through a passing window
and I see how suffering through
the agonies of life
has ripened some
with sweetness and compassion
and others are already
rotten before they fall.

I look into people's eyes
and some are vast starlit skies
and some are the iota subscripts
of scholarly fireflies
that footnote the constellations
at the bottom of the page
with details off the beaten path
of their MLA mainstream cosmic thesis.

And some are like moons
with parenthetical crescents
with nothing in between
both sides of their smile
that isn't a cynical aside
about the lost innocence
of a phase they've already gone through.

And some stare back like eclipses
that have pulled the blinds down
over their eyes
like sunglasses disguised
by a witness protection program
but you just know
they're oilslicks
on the Sea of Shadows
as they were in the womb
and in the Gulf of Mexico
the black blood
of an incorporated miscarriage
that hemorrhaged like the pot of gold
at the end of the oleaginous rainbow.

I look into people's souls
and I see how afraid
they must be of life
to hide out in the open
like an ocean
that hasn't kept faith
with its own depths
and tries to pretend it's
as airy and light as the sky.

The birds are flying through the roots.
The fish are swimming in the treetops.

I see judas-goats chained
to the stakes of their ego-Is
like sacrificial tiger bait
devoted to their cunning.

I see the anti-muses
that shadow Mt. Helicon
like black holes
in the death valleys
of human imagination.
And I wonder how they ever got here.

What bend in space
led them to this twisted place
like a forsaken road
they keep taking
like a wormhole through time
into the womb
of a stillborn universe
where the moonlight
burns their embryos
on pyres of lime
beside the dry creekbeds
of nameless rivers going nowhere?

Along their flowerless banks
I see the rib-cages of dead snakes
that went witching for water
with tongues and tines
of Kundalini lightning
that ran up their spines
like time through a waterclock
and the hulls of empty lifeboats
that died in the desert
at the bottom of the mirage
they drowned in
hoping to find themselves
among those who survived
by learning to swim through sand
like fish in an hourglass aquarium.

I'd rather walk on stars
reflected in the shattered mirrors
of my last self-image
than repay
the generosity of my solitude
with mass ingratitude.

I listen to people's voices
and they all seem like the same echo
with many different mouths.

I've tried to respect
the mystic specificity
of the thousands of fierce individuals
I've met over the years
but the more I've learned
about myself and others
the more I see the same mind
in many different skulls.
The same genius of inspired water
that poured an ocean
of sentient awareness
into everyone of our cells.

Union differentiates.
Separation binds.
I look into people's faces
however young or old they are
and I see infinite spaces
moonlighting as time
on the nightshift of the stars.

I see horror and compassion.
I see butterflies sipping
the nectar of diamonds
like honey in the promised land
and maggots born in excrement
thriving on offal
like the janitors of the dead
because everything grows best
in the soil it was born into
like karma in the fortune-cookies
of wombs and eggs and cocoons.

I look into people's eyes
like sad stars
through the generous end
of the telescope
that brings the far near
like impact craters
and I see how some people
cling to the memory of themselves
like underground seas
in frozen lockets
of water on the moon.

I look into people's secret shrines
they build like birds
in the eye of the storm
looking for salvation.
And I can hear
the echo of their prayers
bouncing back off hydrogen clouds
like a nineteen twenties radio show
thousands of lightyears away
as if they just said them yesterday
and the universe as usual
threw the words back in their face
like the cosmic background hiss
of snowflakes on a furnace
going out like stars.

I've seen the innocence of fireflies
making halos
and the blood-rose weaving thorns
around the massive blackholes of death
as if they were merely
a pinprick in a voodoo doll
that got into white magic by mistake.

I've looked into
the nuclear blaze of madness
like an A bomb with shades on
and seen the flash and shadow
of embryo silhouettes
spit out like cave paintings
on the firewalls of the fusion wombs
that give birth to the heavier elements
it takes to survive.

But the water's not mad
just because the moon's a lunatic.
The mirror might seem
just as angry as you are
but it doesn't feel a thing.

Learning wisdom is learning space.

It doesn't eat flowers
and the weeds don't sting.
It takes everything it embraces to heart
and nothing's left out
from the very beginning.
Like the whole of the moon and the sky
in every eye of water
that's ever looked into me
and seen that everyone
is the heart of a mystery
whose lucidity
is their only true identity.

It's our seeing
that makes the flowers open
and the stars shine.
It's our hearing that gives
the wind something
meaningful to say
and the grass something
to whisper about.
Whatever you touch
walks in your skin from thereon.
Whatever you taste
be it roses and nettles
or sulphur and wine
or the sour-sweet radiance
of the stars on your tongue
you're the flavour of the day
in everything.

It's your nose
that gives the burning leaves
in the urns of autumn
the spectral fragrance
of chrysanthemums
that are barely holding on.

And it's your mind.
Your heart.
Your blood.
Your body.
Your imagination.
Your intuition.
Your wisdom.
Your ignorance.
Your darkness.
Your light.
Your spirit
enlightened or deluded
whatever you think or feel
is abundantly missing
or dream you're waking up to
that makes the world real
in every mystically specific detail
of who you are.

Who else?
I look into myself
as far as the stars
at the edge of my seeing
fourteen point five billion lightyears away
and I can see how much time and space
how many species of life
generation after generation
have been born to give birth and die.

All the roses swept
from the stairs
of our hopeless tomorrows
because they were a tribute to love
meant for someone else.

All the spontaneous joys
that cast their long random shadows
like occasional fireflies of insight
across the lunar mindscape
of this afterlife of sorrows
where every church is the gravestone
of an unsuspecting god.

I look into my own seeing
like light upon light
in the vast expanse
of an unknowable night
and I'm cosmically astonished
by how many worlds within worlds
eyes within eyes
minds within minds
lives within lives it takes
to make a single habitable human being
meaning everyone of us sacred fools
fit as a genius
for the crazy wisdom
of a creative life
in a self-inspired universe.

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I Know How You Feel

I know how you feel about this love and,
I know how you feel at times towards me;
But let us give this love a time because,
I am ready to lay naked before you always.

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I Understand How You Feel

I understand how you feel.
Your frustrations are justified.
Your complaints are very real,
And you want them satisfied.

Please let me listen to your concern.
That way the problem can be solved
So that everyone involved will learn
How it might be smoothly resolved.

My goal is your satisfaction.
That’s the only reason I’m here.
My job is to eliminate any distraction
Not cause you additional fear.

I understand how you feel.
Conditions are difficult for everyone.
I’m successful if you think my help is real,
And your new adventure has just begun!

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Love Isn't Love ('Til You Give It Away)

(Timmy Tappan, Don Roth)
Smile's not a smile until it wrinkles your face
Bell's not a bell without ringing
A home's not a home when there's nobody there
A song's not a song without singing
Chorus:
Love isn't love till you give it away
Love isn't love till it's free
The love in your heart
Wasn't put there to stay
Oh love isn't love till you give it away
You might think love is a treasure to keep
Feeling to cherish and hold
But love is a treasure for people to share
You keep it by letting it go
Repeat Chorus
Cause love can't survive
When it's hidden inside
And love was meant to be shared
Repeat Chorus

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How Does It Feel To Be Free

(stewart harris, keith stegall)
How did it happen
When did we lose it
The love we looked for so long
Im sorry I called you
But its the first night you see
How does it feel to be free
How does it feel now
To reach out for someone
And find theres nobody there
Is it weighing on you
Cause its sure killing me
Tell me how does it feel to be free
Funny how love is so hard to find
And yet so easy to lose
Maybe in time this old heart of mine
Can learn to be free without you
How did it happen
When did we lose it
The love we looked for so long
Im sorry I called you
But I just have to see
How does it feel to be free
Im sorry I called you
But its the first night you see
Now how does it feel to be free

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Just Let Me Know How You Feel

we connect in more ways,
then you say,
deep down our hearts are pure,
for what is true,
wouldn't you say, my dear,
your eyes look into my soul,
nobody ever been there before,
a question linger in my head,
should i let you in?
will you hurt me?
and say you just want to leave?
i wouldn't be able to handle,
the heartbreak that comes with love,
or could this be lust?
falling way over heels,
trying to impress,
something that is not worth having,
let me know before i fall to deep,
let me know before let you in,
let me know who you really are,
i want to know why you're special,
i want to know why you're irreplaceable,
but, what i really want to know is....
do you feel the same way as i fell,
right this moment.


4-8-09

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We Are But Lucid Dreams

The breath of life is love
Surrounding every grain of sand
Joined by the indivisible soul
Each and all a creation of the 'Big Brother in the sky'

Fragments of the collective
We are all born a simile of thoughts
Like snowflakes and sunshine
Lucid dreams of the universal mind


Is this why praying works
Have not your dreams given you answers
Dose not 'God' listen to his dream
If enough people believe dose it not become true

Scientists are looking for the theory of everything
Well if we are but lucid dreams
Thoughts of the 'Big brother in the sky'
Then the theory of everything must be nothing

Two sides to a Penny
Where there is darkness there is light
Where there is fizical there is spiritual
Which came first...

We are but lucid dreams...

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Do You Feel Good

When we were lovers you called me names
But time goes on and you were gone
I got told you're a big shot for the ties
And take it from behind
Now you took a new flat in a different town
And rumors are you're wealthy now
For that high class dress shows you earn well
Where strangers come and go
Do you feel good, do you feel fine
Did you achieve what you had in mind
Do you live cool, not too confined
What can you tell this old heart of mine
Some busty companion claims to know you well
She does night shift at some place somewhere
Said there's no one who has fun your way
In Moscow, Rome, LA
I wish I knew
Where you are now
Why don't you try another call
Well I got no objections
I'm old enough, you know
But it's weird this night I seem to know you
Better than before

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How Do You Feel

So many people got so many lines
They've all been tried and it's true
They've all got so many reasons for changin' your mind
And there ain't none of 'em knew
But there's just so little distance between me and you
I think we're two of a kind
We won't do nothin' you don't wanna do
And i won't tell you no lies
Chorus:
So tell me, how do you feel about foolin' around
Down from your head to your toes
Ain't nothin' realer than right here and now
If that's as far as it goes
And it goes-and it goes-and it goes
Hey, you'll never miss nothin' you've never known
You'll never know 'til you try
Hey, we can take it or leave it alone
But we got so little time
Chorus:
So tell me, how do you feel about foolin' around
Down from your head to your toes
Ain't nothin' realer than right here and now
If that's as far as it goes.

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How I Really Feel

I been hiding that I feel great and myself again, but
The true is that I’m wreck and tangled inside
I try to be strong and brave, but at end I’m not
I been lying to myself all along
No one can understand what I’m going through
Only you can understand me well
My eyes only see you
My heart can’t lie
I still love you
I'm so blind by love
That I only think of you
If I let you go, I just want to hold you again
I try ever possible and nothing will work
What am I supposed to say or do?
Maybe I got wait and see
This pain will never go away after all
You are the first guy who got me in so much pain and
Make me like this way
I know there sign to give you up, but
I don’t see it or get it
I just need one last talk, email, or call from you
I can’t get out of your world or
Get you out of my mind
How I really feel

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How Do You Feel About Foolin' Around

So many people got so many lines
They've all been tried and it's true
They've all got so many reasons for changin' your mind
And there ain't none of 'em knew
But there's just so little distance between me and you
I think we're two of a kind
We won't do nothin' you don't wanna do
And I won't tell you no lies
Chorus:
So tell me, how do you feel about foolin' around
Down from your head to your toes
Ain't nothin' realer than right here and now
If that's as far as it goes
And it goes-And it goes-And it goes
Hey, you'll never miss nothin' you've never known
You'll never know 'til you try
Hey, we can take it or leave it alone
But we got so little time
Chorus:
So tell me, how do you feel about foolin' around
Down from your head to your toes
Ain't nothin' realer than right here and now
If that's as far as it goes.

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You Feel The World's Against You

You feel the World's against you your car has broken down
Way out there in the country miles from the nearest town
You sit there in the driver seat your head bowed against the wheel
Thinking to yourself I'd be better off dead this is how low you do feel.

No mobile phone service in the area you are stuck miles from anywhere
Nothing going right for you lately life for you is unfair
But a tiny voice within you tells you to hang in there
This not a major setback the car you can repair.

Stuck on a country by road as night is setting in
You feel the World's against you of late you cannot win
Not even a farmhouse is nearby the nearest town is far
For you tonight will be a cold one you must sleep in your car.

Few cars pass on this by road and none at all at night
But a tiny voice within you says it will be all right
Sometime tomorrow morning a car will come your way
And the driver will stop to help you and things will be okay.

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So You Feel Life Is Tough On You

So you feel life is tough on you just going by what you say
Yet I know of a woman in her late sixties who sleeps in a disused factory doorway
With one blanket to keep out the chill on the cold concrete she lay
If you had to live as she does you would complain night and day.

In a so called Land of plenty she is not one of a few
There are many ageing people not due to their own fault who
Due to high rents have become Homeless poverty is on the rise
In a World of greed and corruption this should come as no surprise.

You do not have to sleep in a disused factory doorway open to the cold and rain
And you've got a comfortable house to live in yet you find cause to complain
But like they say poverty is a relevant thing and you feel you are poor
Though to a Homeless person of the street you would seem financially secure.

If you feel life is tough on you come for a walk with me
And I will show you what 'tis like for to live in poverty
I will show you an old woman who sleeps in a disused factory doorway
With a single blanket for to cover her on the cold concrete she lay.

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Do You Feel That You Are Quite Powerless

Do you feel that you are quite powerless for I often do feel that way
Your opinions not seen as important few pay heed when you have your say
Perhaps for you that's not a bad thing look at the state of the World we live in
Where the greatest spreaders of paranoia the most admirers do seem to win
George W Bush can retire on his fat pension with Laura his devoted wife
The man who won many admirers but who has destroyed many a life
He has followed his staunchest allies John Howard and Tony Blair into retirement and many too their praises do sing
They have started wars where a million have died and thousands of horrific injuries have suffered can one say that this is a good thing?
So why worry if your words do not hold weight if what you say to nothing does amount
Feel happy you are not like Bush and his allies their war dead too many to count
They enjoy life on their huge pensions but for their time what have they to show
Save they have caused so many to suffer and the numbers of their war dead does grow
Like mine your words may not hold much weight but for as long as to the spirit of the fair go you are true
Then you are an honourable person and credit in heaps you are due.

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I Know how You Feel

I find it quite amusing,
That those who do not know others...
Can tell anyone how the one unknown,
Spends their time...
In a doing to them unseen or shown.

I like that expression...'I know how you feel.'

Really?
Then you wouldn't mind if I took a sledgehammer,
And hit you over the head with it a few times?
And if you wait here for a second...
I will call around to see if I could rent a Mac Truck,
To knock you down to roll over at least twice.~

People have no clue what others go through.
Even those living together,
Will say they know nothing of what the others do.
And they may be brothers, fathers, mothers and sisters too.

People do not care about anyone else,
Unless it is to the best of their interest.

And those who do show and express a genuine interest...
They are not suspected to be human.
At least not to have suffered through the experience,
Of being one.

Only those that have laid down like a welcome mat,
To have crap and all kinds of dirt rubbed on their backs...
Can say they qualify to raise a high eyebrow.
Or express an opinion no one likes to hear.
And that's the point of view everyone should respect.
Not the one created by someone pretending to know,
What they don't.

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