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My films are the expression of momentary desires. I follow my instincts, but in a disciplined way.

quote by Roman Polanski
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My Little World

1 2 3 4.
1 2 3 4.
Little boy up in (? )...
Thats left behind to sin.
Moving like a camera I can watch you on my screen.
Fall into a shadow world inside of me.
Hidden like a treasure.
Secrets in my scene.
You can follow me.
Oh, you can follow me.
You can follow me.
Ah, you can follow me.
Scream inside.
Whisper.
Picture in a dream.
You can talk to me and we can talk forever.
I could take you to the doorway and I can give you the way, the key.
No one here can see you, no one here but me.
Fall into our shadow, theres another world in me.
And youre invited.
And youre invited.
In the little world I make with all the little things I take...
A million ways to pass the time, in this little world of mine.
You can follow me.
Oh, you can follow me.
You can follow me.
Oh, you can follow you can follow you can follow follow follow follow follow.
You can follow me.
Oh, you can follow me.
Secrets in this world.
Picture in a dream.
No one here can see you, no one here but me.
And you can follow me.
Oh, you can follow me.
You can follow me.
Oh, you can follow me.
You can follow me.
Oh, you can follow me.
You can follow me.
Oh, you can follow.
In the little world I make with all the little things I take...
A million ways to pass the time, in this little world of mine.
You can follow me, follow me.
You can follow me.
Oh, you can follow.
You can follow me. follow me.
You can follow me. follow me.
You can follow me.
You can follow me.
You can follow me.

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song performed by Blondie
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I Will Follow

Yonder mountain so high
I cant make it all on my own, no
Rolling river why so wide?
To sweep me up and to bear me on
Up against the sky so bright
That I cant even close my eyes
I know I will follow (follow love)
Yes, yes, I will follow (follow love)
I will follow (follow love)
Follow love
Growing slowly like a tree
Someday soon, darling I love you
I love you
Soft and gentle, full summer moon
Set my soul free
Thank you, baby
Drifting like a cloud in the sky
I can see myself from high above
I know I must follow (follow love)
Somehow I will follow (follow love)
I must follow (follow love)
Follow love
Oh, half the future and half the past
Theyre waiting inside your eyes
Yes, and after all of this
To last and last
Till at last its your time to rise, rise
True believer that I am
I am blind, lead me on (lead me on)
Blessed receiver of your love
I own my own time
And Ive been holding on (holding on)
Leave the word unspoken
And the spell will not be broken
And Im bound to follow, now (follow love)
I know I must go (follow love)
I must follow (follow love)
Yes, I must follow (follow love)
Someone to hold my hand (follow love)
Somebody to lead me on(follow love)
Somebody to walk beside me (follow love)
Someone to follow me now (follow love)
I must follow love (follow love)
I will fall in love
I will follow love (follow love)
Anywhere it leads me
I will follow love (follow love)
Follow love

song performed by James Taylor
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Follow Me

Follow Me"
What we gon' do now (oh lord, try some if u like it)
Is slow it down on tha flo (you know you like that)
(try some if you like that)
Uh oh
Uh oh, yeah
When you look from outside
All you see is videos and shows (yeah)
But there's more to my life than people could ever know (uh huh)
Sometimes I gotta smile (smile)
When I don't feel like smiling
Sit back and ride (ride)
When I feel like driving
Nobody understands but you girl (fo sho)
I can always be myself with you girl
That's why I'm singing
[Chorus]
Ooooh I can't believe it
You came just in time with what I needed
And you're not like the other girls I meet everyday
You stay down like them girls from around the way
Uh oh
That's why I had to say
Come follow me, come follow me, come follow me
Thats why I had to say
Come follow me, come follow me, come follow me (uh oh)
Thats why I had to say
Come follow me, come follow me, come follow me now
Right now
Since you been in my life
When I'm away from you I hurry home, aww yeah (aww yeah, I hurry home)
You live in my mind so I never feel like I'm alone, yeah (alone)
Sometimes I gotta go (go)
Where I don't feel like going
And when it gets too fast (fast)
And I feel like slowing down (slowing down)
No one understands but you
That's why I only see myself with you
[Chorus x2]
Ooooh I can't believe it
You came just in time with what I needed
And you're not like the other girls I meet everyday
You stay down like them girls from around the way
Come follow me, come follow me, come follow me (come now)
Come follow me, come follow me, come follow me (girl come follow me now)
Come follow me, come follow me, come follow me now (oooh)
Right now (right now)
You've been there for me and i'll (so i'll)
I'll be there for you girl
[Chorus x 3]

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song performed by Usher
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Book IV - Part 03 - The Senses And Mental Pictures

Bodies that strike the eyes, awaking sight.
From certain things flow odours evermore,
As cold from rivers, heat from sun, and spray
From waves of ocean, eater-out of walls
Around the coasts. Nor ever cease to flit
The varied voices, sounds athrough the air.
Then too there comes into the mouth at times
The wet of a salt taste, when by the sea
We roam about; and so, whene'er we watch
The wormword being mixed, its bitter stings.
To such degree from all things is each thing
Borne streamingly along, and sent about
To every region round; and Nature grants
Nor rest nor respite of the onward flow,
Since 'tis incessantly we feeling have,
And all the time are suffered to descry
And smell all things at hand, and hear them sound.
Besides, since shape examined by our hands
Within the dark is known to be the same
As that by eyes perceived within the light
And lustrous day, both touch and sight must be
By one like cause aroused. So, if we test
A square and get its stimulus on us
Within the dark, within the light what square
Can fall upon our sight, except a square
That images the things? Wherefore it seems
The source of seeing is in images,
Nor without these can anything be viewed.

Now these same films I name are borne about
And tossed and scattered into regions all.
But since we do perceive alone through eyes,
It follows hence that whitherso we turn
Our sight, all things do strike against it there
With form and hue. And just how far from us
Each thing may be away, the image yields
To us the power to see and chance to tell:
For when 'tis sent, at once it shoves ahead
And drives along the air that's in the space
Betwixt it and our eyes. And thus this air
All glides athrough our eyeballs, and, as 'twere,
Brushes athrough our pupils and thuswise
Passes across. Therefore it comes we see
How far from us each thing may be away,
And the more air there be that's driven before,
And too the longer be the brushing breeze
Against our eyes, the farther off removed
Each thing is seen to be: forsooth, this work
With mightily swift order all goes on,
So that upon one instant we may see

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poem by Lucretius
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I Rockrefore I Am

Uh huh
Npg to the maximum
All the time world wide
96 sound better
Legendary tune
I rock (I rock) therefore I am (therefore I am)
I dont need you to tell me Im in the band ([...] please)
I rock (I rock) therefore I am (therefore I am)
Right or wrong I sing my song the best I can
I dont need you to tell me what clothes to wear
I dont want suggestions about my hair
If the whole world buys your bullshit I dont care
Id rather put on something that you wont dare
I rock (legendary to the maximum) (I rock)
Therefore I am (therefore I am)
I dont need you to tell me Im in the band (I dont need it) (no)
I rock
Legendary to the maximum
Npg for now and forever
Welcome to mendacity, sign your name
See the world so pretty, wealth and fame
They can put you on the field (yeah)
But you wont get in the game (wo no)
How many suckers knew that before they came (woo yeah)
Now you know
I rock (I rock) therefore I am (therefore I am) ([...])
I dont need you to tell me (I dont need it)
Im in the band (legendary all the time)
I rock (I rock) therefore I am (therefore I am) (npg to the maximum)
Right or wrong I sing my song the best I can (show em)
Therefore I am
All you mean to npg to the maximum want you to understand somethin-asta
[come/when] me say [no/love] me say unto another
Watcha them attack each and every vulture
Or do you wants forget that p-r-o starts via pro
Teachin things in life youll never know
What for they dabble they dont understandsa
They caught me comin from the other minnesota
My flava will burn their earsa
Awhen it comes to music this sir is no stranger
Is the same kids you compliment
The same ones that you were meant
To rob an education from
In a private school as opposed to one
That yearly spits out another group of fools
Into a system designed to fail
Wait a minute, I just got some e-mail
Somebody selling 12 cds for a dollar
Make me wanna holler (yeah)
Alright to the maximum

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song performed by Prince
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The heart will follow

If you indefatigably dream of the radiantly glistening
sky; the flamboyantly blistering Sun; will inevitably
follow,
If you relentlessly dream to float in the
magnificently voluptuous clouds; the astronomically
unprecedented summits; will inevitably follow,
If you intransigently dream to irrefutably succeed;
thunderbolts of vibrantly mesmerizing prosperity; will
inevitably follow,
If you incorrigibly dream of everlasting happiness;
the blanket of unconquerably uninhibited
philanthropism; will inevitably follow,
If you timelessly dream of invincibly immortal peace;
the web of divinely sacrosanct wisdom; will inevitably
follow,
If you timelessly dream of the piquantly ravishing
ocean; the gloriously impregnable festoon of royal
sharks; will inevitably follow,
If you tirelessly dream of the voluptuously majestic
night; the garland of exotically glittering and
seductive stars; will inevitably follow,
If you unequivocally dream of flirtatiously divine
mischief; the realms of stupendously impeccable
childhood; will inevitably follow,
If you immutably dream of euphoric poignancy; the
incredulously emphatic mirrors of the scintillating
eye; will inevitably follow,
If you irrevocably dream of charismatically
tantalizing smiles; the marvelously unassailable
impressions of innocuous lips; will inevitably follow,
If you incorrigibly dream of perpetual beauty; the
celestial lap of your Omnipotent mother; will
inevitably follow,
If you endlessly dream of unsurpassably augmenting
melody; the voice of the bountifully enthralling
nightingale; will inevitably follow,
If you unceasingly dream of perennially Omnipresent
fragrance; the flower of astoundingly symbiotic
mankind; will inevitably follow,
If you insatiably dream of ingratiatingly exquisite
calligraphy; the feather tipped pen dipped in
wonderfully scarlet ink; will inevitably follow,
If you intractably dream of vivaciously unraveling
compassion; the stupendously incomprehensible wave of
humanity; will inevitably follow,
If you uncompromisingly dream of intriguingly
enigmatic flirtation; the spell binding hills of
boisterously robust youth; will inevitably follow,
If you eternally dream of immaculately glittering
triumph; the spirit of overwhelmingly transpiring

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poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Sehnsucht

Whence are ye, vague desires,
Which carry men along,
However proud and strong;
Which, having ruled to-day,
To-morrow pass away?
Whence are ye, vague desires?
Whence are ye?

Which women, yielding to,
Find still so good and true;
So true, so good to-day,
To-morrow gone away.
Whence are ye, vague desires?
Whence are ye?

From seats of bliss above,
Where angels sing of love;
From subtle airs around,
Or from the vulgar ground,
Whence are ye, vague desires?
Whence are ye?

A message from the blest,
Or bodily unrest;
A call to heavenly good,
A fever in the blood
What are ye, vague desires?
What are ye?

Which men who know you best
Are proof against the least,
And rushing on to-day,
To-morrow cast away.
What are ye, vague desires?
What are ye?

Which women, ever new,
Still warned, surrender to;
Adored with you to-day,
Then cast with you away,
What are ye, vague desires?
What are ye?

Which unto boyhood’s heart
The force of man impart,
And pass, and leave it cold,
And prematurely old,
What are ye, vague desires?
What are ye?

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poem by Arthur Hugh Clough
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Tell All The People

Tell all the people that you see
Follow me
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Set them free
Follow me down
You tell them they dont have to run
Were gonna pick up everyone
Come out and take me by my hand
Gonna bury all our troubles in the sand, oh yeah
Cant you see the wonder at your feet
Your lifes complete
Follow me down
Cant you see me growing, get your guns
The time has come
To follow me down
Follow me across the sea
Where milky babies seem to be
Molded, flowing revelry
With the one that set them free
Tell all the people that you see
Its just me
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Follow me
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Well be free
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Its just me
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Follow me
Follow me down
Follow me down
You got to follow me down
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Well be free
Follow me down
Tell all the people you see
Follow me
You got to follow me down

song performed by Doors
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There You Are Behind To Follow

Whatever to you is said,
There you are behind to follow.
Whatever to you is read,
There you are behind to follow.

You don't even use your head.
Instead it might as well be dead.
Nothing in it is prepared.
And you show you don't care.

Whatever to you is said,
There you are behind to follow.
Whatever to you is read,
There you are behind to follow.

You don't even use your head.
Instead it might as well be dead.
Whatever to you is said,
You show you don't really care.

You don't even use your head.
But there you are behind to follow.
The use of it is dead instead.
Because what's in it has been borrowed.

You don't even use your head.
Because what's in it has been borrowed.
The use to you is dead instead.
Since all you do is really follow.
All you do is really follow.
All you do is really follow.
All you do is really follow.

Whatever to you is said,
There you are behind to follow.
Whatever to you is read,
There you are behind to follow.
Whatever to you is said,
There you are behind to follow.

All you do is really follow.
There you are behind to follow.
All you do is really follow.
On time you think can be borrowed.
To follow.
On time you think can be borrowed.
To follow.

On time you think can be borrowed,
There for you to follow...

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Follow the water

Follow the water
That follows the divine offering
Follow the womb that follows
The birth of a beautiful thing seen
Follow the dead body placed
Behind the place of purification
Follow the beatified soul
That will freely guide you
Follow the avengers of
Dead black sons gone soon
Follow the existence
Of your body and soul
The double make of you
Follow, follow, and follow
Where the poets go
Alone the lease traveled road
Follow the midnight cat hunting the darkness
It knows not where it goes put is up for the going
There is an adventure there
Follow the children concern with fighting
Impotent children of revolt against their own
Follow the justice slow to fill in Americus
Follow the battles of the black man
Follow the news of the pillars
Of given devotion in a famish year
Follow the two arms of the scale
That will reckon the weight of your sins in your life time
Follow the wickedness of the looker on
Who will do nothing to upset the cart of racism
And thwart all our enemies that rot the American soul
Follow the male love that in time will prevail
Against the selfish instruments of those who hate
Follow the followers who follow this poem.

poem by David E. Patton
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The Man to Follow

Apart from the crowd with its banter and mirth,
Sitting loose on his mare with an eye to the whins,
He has looked to his curb, he has tightened his girth,
He has marked out a place where the big double thins.
Here's a good one to follow,
To follow, to follow-
A good one to follow when business begins.
'Mid the murmur of meeting, the laugh and the joke,
'Mid the trampling of horses, the cheer and the rate,
He has caught the low whimper when Challenger spoke
And has seen the raised hat of the man by the gate.
He's the right one to follow,
To follow, to follow,
The right one to follow and trust with your fate.
When they tumble from covert, each hound giving tongue,
When they carry it, confident, over the plough,
When the hurrying Field down the headland is strung,
Here's the man for your money! You follow him now!
He's the right one to follow,
To follow, to follow,
So bundle and after him! Never mind how!
Ere the gay coffee-housers are into their stride
He is over the hedge with a trifle to spare
And down in his saddle and ready to ride,
For whoever may miss it he means to be there!
This right one to follow,
To follow, to follow,
This lean lashing lad on the bonny blood mare.
If you're riding a horse that can gallop and jump,
That can creep through a cat-hole or spread at a ditch,
If you don't mind a thorn-scratch, a bruise, or a bump,
A drain or a double and Devil care which,
Here's the right one to follow,
To follow, to follow-
The man that's a wizard, the mare that's a witch!

poem by William Henry Ogilvie
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Live Today

Live for today now (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Forget about tomorrow (come on, everybody)
When you blaze your own trails, you really don't have to follow (yo, yo, yo)
When I woke up this morning I jumped out of bed, took a shower puts some pants on, my hat was
Red, I need a grab a jersey then brush my teeth, I need a shave my face throw some shoes on my
Feet, I was fresh dressed like a million bucks, saggin in my ten dicks with a tear on my nuts,
Now theres things to do and there's people to meet, sets some goals to achieve, Johnny Richter
Whatchu think?
Another day full of new opportunities, another sunrise, another chance for you to be, whatchu
Wanna be, cause you aint gotta be, a follower, your the prophet of your prophecy, it might
Sound like I started preachin, but I'm searchin out the fun, yo I'm always seekin, livin out my
Life like an endless weekend, and I just keep doing it again, and again, and again, and again...
Live for today now (let's go), forget about tomorrow (tomorrow), when you blaze your own
Trails you really don't have to follow (follow), free your mind (yeah), your soul is sure to
Follow (follow), live for today now, forget about tomorrow (tomorrow)
Twenty-four seven, 365, one day at a time is how I live my life, it's Johnny Richter and I'm
Breakin out, makin moves doin things, that's what I'm all about, I'm tryin to go everywhere,
North, east, west, and south (yeah, yeah) never thinkin when I'm speakin let it all hang out,
What's comin out my mouth, a little freedom of speech, I said what's on my mind, and my mind I
Believe, I can do anything, don't accept defeat, I'm just tryin to get by while smokin on some
Trees
It's a beautiful day when you see the sunshine, it's a beautiful day to relax your mind, get
Down to the sounds of the D-L-O-C, everybody come and join the Kottonmouth Kings, throw your
Hands in the air, let em go on be free, you can be exactly who you wanna to be
When this world is crazy, gotta give it all you got, theres no time to slip, I wanna be on
Top, check it
Live for today now (let's go), forget about tomorrow (tomorrow), when you blaze your own
Trails, you really don't have to follow (follow), free your mind (yeah), your soul is sure to
Follow (follow), live for today now, forget about tomorrow (tomorrow)
I really can't explain, my brain just works in different ways, from livin life against the
Grain, hopin to die just different strains, when I rip the pipe,the sun shines in my life just
Right, I'm about to reload, then ignite, one life, one love, one mic, one stereotype, the tc
Got til the fruit is ripe, pick up the pen, uplifting in sight, the weakest link my be the one
In the light, you gotta stay true, stay strong, hold tight, this is Daddy-X, and I'm rick rick
White
Worry about it
Wake up everyday and I wash my face, and I look in the mirror, deep inside I gaze, into my
Eyes, check the vis, feel out what I'm gonna do, cause the skys the limit, whether me or you
If you really stop and think, it's not that hard, you can be anything, you are a superstar,
Keep your head on straight, be a leader, don't follow, live for today and forget about tomorrow
Live for today now (let's go), forget about tomorrow (tomorrow), when you blaze your own
Trails, you really don't have to follow (follow), free your mind (yeah), your soul is sure to
Follow (follow), live for today now, forget about tomorrow (tomorrow)
Live for today now (let's go), forget about tomorrow, when you blaze your own trails, you
Really don't have to follow (follow), free your mind (yeah), your soul is sure to follow
(follow), live for today now, forget about tomorrow (tomorrow

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Live Today (Revival Remix)

Live for today now (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Forget about tomorrow (come on, everybody)
When you blaze your own trails, you really don't have to follow (yo, yo, yo)
When I woke up this morning I jumped out of bed, took a shower puts some pants on, my hat was
Red, I need a grab a jersey then brush my teeth, I need a shave my face throw some shoes on my
Feet, I was fresh dressed like a million bucks, saggin in my ten dicks with a tear on my nuts,
Now theres things to do and there's people to meet, sets some goals to achieve, Johnny Richter
Whatchu think?
Another day full of new opportunities, another sunrise, another chance for you to be, whatchu
Wanna be, cause you aint gotta be, a follower, your the prophet of your prophecy, it might
Sound like I started preachin, but I'm searchin out the fun, yo I'm always seekin, livin out my
Life like an endless weekend, and I just keep doing it again, and again, and again, and again...
Live for today now (let's go), forget about tomorrow (tomorrow), when you blaze your own
Trails you really don't have to follow (follow), free your mind (yeah), your soul is sure to
Follow (follow), live for today now, forget about tomorrow (tomorrow)
Twenty-four seven, 365, one day at a time is how I live my life, it's Johnny Richter and I'm
Breakin out, makin moves doin things, that's what I'm all about, I'm tryin to go everywhere,
North, east, west, and south (yeah, yeah) never thinkin when I'm speakin let it all hang out,
What's comin out my mouth, a little freedom of speech, I said what's on my mind, and my mind I
Believe, I can do anything, don't accept defeat, I'm just tryin to get by while smokin on some
Trees
It's a beautiful day when you see the sunshine, it's a beautiful day to relax your mind, get
Down to the sounds of the D-L-O-C, everybody come and join the Kottonmouth Kings, throw your
Hands in the air, let em go on be free, you can be exactly who you wanna to be
When this world is crazy, gotta give it all you got, theres no time to slip, I wanna be on
Top, check it
Live for today now (let's go), forget about tomorrow (tomorrow), when you blaze your own
Trails, you really don't have to follow (follow), free your mind (yeah), your soul is sure to
Follow (follow), live for today now, forget about tomorrow (tomorrow)
I really can't explain, my brain just works in different ways, from livin life against the
Grain, hopin to die just different strains, when I rip the pipe,the sun shines in my life just
Right, I'm about to reload, then ignite, one life, one love, one mic, one stereotype, the tc
Got til the fruit is ripe, pick up the pen, uplifting in sight, the weakest link my be the one
In the light, you gotta stay true, stay strong, hold tight, this is Daddy-X, and I'm rick rick
White
Worry about it
Wake up everyday and I wash my face, and I look in the mirror, deep inside I gaze, into my
Eyes, check the vis, feel out what I'm gonna do, cause the skys the limit, whether me or you
If you really stop and think, it's not that hard, you can be anything, you are a superstar,
Keep your head on straight, be a leader, don't follow, live for today and forget about tomorrow
Live for today now (let's go), forget about tomorrow (tomorrow), when you blaze your own
Trails, you really don't have to follow (follow), free your mind (yeah), your soul is sure to
Follow (follow), live for today now, forget about tomorrow (tomorrow)
Live for today now (let's go), forget about tomorrow, when you blaze your own trails, you
Really don't have to follow (follow), free your mind (yeah), your soul is sure to follow
(follow), live for today now, forget about tomorrow (tomorrow)

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Gareth And Lynette

The last tall son of Lot and Bellicent,
And tallest, Gareth, in a showerful spring
Stared at the spate. A slender-shafted Pine
Lost footing, fell, and so was whirled away.
'How he went down,' said Gareth, 'as a false knight
Or evil king before my lance if lance
Were mine to use--O senseless cataract,
Bearing all down in thy precipitancy--
And yet thou art but swollen with cold snows
And mine is living blood: thou dost His will,
The Maker's, and not knowest, and I that know,
Have strength and wit, in my good mother's hall
Linger with vacillating obedience,
Prisoned, and kept and coaxed and whistled to--
Since the good mother holds me still a child!
Good mother is bad mother unto me!
A worse were better; yet no worse would I.
Heaven yield her for it, but in me put force
To weary her ears with one continuous prayer,
Until she let me fly discaged to sweep
In ever-highering eagle-circles up
To the great Sun of Glory, and thence swoop
Down upon all things base, and dash them dead,
A knight of Arthur, working out his will,
To cleanse the world. Why, Gawain, when he came
With Modred hither in the summertime,
Asked me to tilt with him, the proven knight.
Modred for want of worthier was the judge.
Then I so shook him in the saddle, he said,
"Thou hast half prevailed against me," said so--he--
Though Modred biting his thin lips was mute,
For he is alway sullen: what care I?'

And Gareth went, and hovering round her chair
Asked, 'Mother, though ye count me still the child,
Sweet mother, do ye love the child?' She laughed,
'Thou art but a wild-goose to question it.'
'Then, mother, an ye love the child,' he said,
'Being a goose and rather tame than wild,
Hear the child's story.' 'Yea, my well-beloved,
An 'twere but of the goose and golden eggs.'

And Gareth answered her with kindling eyes,
'Nay, nay, good mother, but this egg of mine
Was finer gold than any goose can lay;
For this an Eagle, a royal Eagle, laid
Almost beyond eye-reach, on such a palm
As glitters gilded in thy Book of Hours.
And there was ever haunting round the palm
A lusty youth, but poor, who often saw

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poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Ephemeral

A red hibiscus that blooms
In the morning
Closes, wilts, in the afternoon,
You expect another one of its kind tomorrow,
A china rose,
Your night life,
At the outdoor café, sitting on light fabricated
Silver chairs, sipping tea, puffing smoke, sipping
Margarita, gazing
Slight stolen looks
At young handsome
Men rated per hour,
It is your policy of giving false names and wrong address,
They know
What you are doing,
They understand
Your needs & wants
For a fleeting night
A cure for an itch

Momentary piecemeal pleasures,
Allusions about a broken love of what used to be,
Illusions of what you could have been,

Momentary
Thoughts, momentary projections, when you make love with your catch, as you puff your smoke to
Confuse the ceiling with your gaze of momentary
Emptiness,
You are the first one
To leave, after paying the bills,
They always pretend asleep,
While naked,
As you leave his due on the side table,
You go home on shriveled hair,
Driving a red car,
Smokeless to the road,
Your celfon rings,
Your son in his father’s house calls
“Mommy, I want to go home”
“I am driving, ’ you call him,
A flash of momentary happiness,
A momentary sadness,
Flip-flopping to your mind,
What are these really, these that meet your gaze for something that should have been permanent,

That red hibiscus, that blooms only for a day,
Is ephemeral,
Like stolen nights,
Like the way your child calls you, because father is always away,

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Six

A red hibiscus that blooms
In the morning
Closes, wilts, in the afternoon,
You expect another one of its kind tomorrow,
A china rose,
Your night life,
At the outdoor café, sitting on light fabricated
Silver chairs, sipping tea, puffing smoke, sipping
Margarita, gazing
Slight stolen looks
At young handsome
Men rated per hour,
It is your policy of giving false names and wrong address,
They know
What you are doing,
They understand
Your needs & wants
For a fleeting night
A cure for an itch

Momentary piecemeal pleasures,
Allusions about a broken love of what used to be,
Illusions of what you could have been,

Momentary
Thoughts, momentary projections, when you make love with your catch, as you puff your smoke to
Confuse the ceiling with your gaze of momentary
Emptiness,
You are the first one
To leave, after paying the bills,
They always pretend asleep,
While naked,
As you leave his due on the side table,
You go home on shriveled hair,
Driving a red car,
Smokeless to the road,
Your cellphone rings,
Your son in his father’s house calls
“Mommy, I want to go home”
“I am driving, ’ you call him,
A flash of momentary happiness,
A momentary sadness,
Flip-flopping to your mind,
What are these really, these that meet your gaze for something that should have been permanent,

That red hibiscus, that blooms only for a day,
Is ephemeral,
Like stolen nights,
Like the way your child calls you, because father is always away,

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fallow Me

Thanks to berkum62@zonnet.nl for these lyrics.
Can you tell me?
How do you feel? (How do you feel?)
How do you feel? (talk, talk to me)
In your letter it said you wanted to talk to me, talk to me talk to me
That you're missing my loving
Asking am I gonna' give it to ya
She said I like the way you put it down on me, me, me baby
That there's nothing more she'd rather do, do than
Follow me, follow me to my bedroom
(Both of our bodies)
Follow me, follow me to my bedroom
(This'll be a night you won't forget)
(This'll be a night you won't forget)
Relax, unwind and just take your time, take, take your take your time
I would like to show you, get to know you, hold you, kiss you
Running my fingers through your hair
How do you like it?
Let's just take it nice and slow and enjoy the flow
Follow me (alright) follow me to my bedroom
(You know what you gotta do, you know what you gotta do take my hand)
Follow me, follow me to my bedroom
(This'll be a night you won't forget)
Follow me, follow me to my bedroom
(Follow me, follow me darling)
Follow me, follow me to my bedroom
Can you follow me?
Whe I get on top and I make it real hot and you tell me don't stop
(Ooh yeah) Are you fallin'?
Whe I get on top and I make it real hot and you tell me don't stop
Whoser name are you calling?
When I get on top and I make it real hot and you tell me don't stop
Are you fallin'?
When I get on top and I make it real hot and you tell me don't stop
(Ooh yeah talk, talk to me)
How do you feel? (Both of our bodies)
How do you feel? (This'll be a night you won't forget)
How do you feel? (All I wanna know)
How do you feel? (Is how do you feel?)
How do you feel? (How do you feel?)
How do you feel? (Follow me lady)

song performed by Craig David
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Prince Hohenstiel-Schwangau, Saviour of Society

Epigraph

Υδραν φονεύσας, μυρίων τ᾽ ἄλλων πόνων
διῆλθον ἀγέλας . . .
τὸ λοίσθιον δὲ τόνδ᾽ ἔτλην τάλας πόνον,
. . . δῶμα θριγκῶσαι κακοῖς.

I slew the Hydra, and from labour pass'd
To labour — tribes of labours! Till, at last,
Attempting one more labour, in a trice,
Alack, with ills I crowned the edifice.

You have seen better days, dear? So have I —
And worse too, for they brought no such bud-mouth
As yours to lisp "You wish you knew me!" Well,
Wise men, 't is said, have sometimes wished the same,
And wished and had their trouble for their pains.
Suppose my Œdipus should lurk at last
Under a pork-pie hat and crinoline,
And, latish, pounce on Sphynx in Leicester Square?
Or likelier, what if Sphynx in wise old age,
Grown sick of snapping foolish people's heads,
And jealous for her riddle's proper rede, —
Jealous that the good trick which served the turn
Have justice rendered it, nor class one day
With friend Home's stilts and tongs and medium-ware,—
What if the once redoubted Sphynx, I say,
(Because night draws on, and the sands increase,
And desert-whispers grow a prophecy)
Tell all to Corinth of her own accord.
Bright Corinth, not dull Thebes, for Lais' sake,
Who finds me hardly grey, and likes my nose,
And thinks a man of sixty at the prime?
Good! It shall be! Revealment of myself!
But listen, for we must co-operate;
I don't drink tea: permit me the cigar!
First, how to make the matter plain, of course —
What was the law by which I lived. Let 's see:
Ay, we must take one instant of my life
Spent sitting by your side in this neat room:
Watch well the way I use it, and don't laugh!
Here's paper on the table, pen and ink:
Give me the soiled bit — not the pretty rose!
See! having sat an hour, I'm rested now,
Therefore want work: and spy no better work
For eye and hand and mind that guides them both,
During this instant, than to draw my pen
From blot One — thus — up, up to blot Two — thus —
Which I at last reach, thus, and here's my line
Five inches long and tolerably straight:

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poem by Robert Browning (1871)
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Now, Heart' - Some Of What I Remember When I Listen

A river is a process through time, and the river stages are its momentary parts.
—Willard Van Orman Quine

From early poems,1970s, youthful indiscretions/attempts to vocally/poetically arrive at/derive a worthwhile writer's voice. Some explication might serve or enhance these under serving, undeserving though 'striving-after' poems hidden in old journals understandably unpublished but now so with apologies which are these expiatory explanations. Recently rediscovering these early arrivals, derivative yet aspiring I recognized and reembraced an enduring self maturing, arriving into late middle age:

Obsessed newly by jazz, mad about the many miraculous lady singers, entranced all too easily as youth are wont to be by sorrows and sexual infatuations which feel, emphasis on 'feel', like love, here are two of many 'songs' as tributes and life markers to jazz singers who provided soundtrack and felt expression to my angst and easily inflated/deflated sense of self, of beloved others, and of that new territory, independent life away from parental home and childhood community discovering, blundering into the fray of separate hearts and minds, irresponsible genitals and insouciant jouissance ('juiciness', in French) , discovering then and again and again that like Walt Whitman I 'contain worlds' and many disparate selves poorly formed, most of them collective projections and expectations of who or what I wanted to be, what others wanted and expected me to be, resulting in much confusion, tumult and multitudes of momentary throw-away selves. Thus singers like Bessie Smith and Dinah Washington became anchors, warm contexts and containers, for my daily fragmentation and re-formation.

I lived on 3rd street in downtown Chattanooga, a refugee from zealous, politically conservative white evangelicals and the vestigial yet still viral Southern Confederacy. Just a block or two from where Bessie Smith was born, I used to watch from my upstairs porch the steep hilly street's comings and goings with a glimpse of the Tennessee River between tenements across the street, its persistent rich aroma heavy in the air. I imagined Bessie Smith as a little girl playing up and down the street like the kids I saw then - once, two of them gleefully chasing a frighteningly large and confused looking rat.

William—he insisted on 'Willie'—an old man down the street who knew Bessie as a little girl, used to come up to my porch after one day hearing Bessie from my phonograph singing blues onto the always busy but attentive street. One of the first and permanent things I learned from my porch is that a city street has keen, observant eyes, acute ears, omnivorously seeing/hearing everything, indifferently, perhaps, but nothing escapes it, a roving, all-knowing urban Eye of God.

Extremely green and eager as green always is though stutteringly, and without apology, I enjoyed Willie's many stories and back pocket bottles of Old Mr. Boston Apricot Brandy, both of which—story and spirits/spirited story —dissolved or appeared to, age, racial, cultural, and sociological differences, along with those catalysts/cata-lusts, the forever alchemical Bessie and other jazz singers, Billie! Dinah! Ella! Sassy! Lil Ester Phillips! Nina Simone! to name only a few of the sensuous solutio chanteuses resolving sexual confoundaries by Miss-ambiguating sins' plethera with loose lilt and will- o-the-lisp whisper tongues.

One night Willie, much 'in the pocket'—an expression for being well onto tipsy which I've never heard from anyone but him—wanted to dance to a Bessie tune playing, 'Back Water Blues', him recalling nights as a young man in rural Tennessee where he'd worked hard days in oppressive vegetable fields then hit the after hours juke joints for 'colored, twas segregation days, ' he explained, where he would go to drink, dance then dive/delve, as it were, into the sensual mysteries of moist skin, hot breath, mutually open mouths with their commodious moans and mumbles, venial hands, always vital parts, private hearts mutually pounding ancient known rhythms, odors and tastes of gin and those slender, forbidden, now greedily stolen bites in those all too short nights with their damned intrusive dawns.

'Dawnus interuptus, ' I quipped, us both slapping knees, passing the narrative bottle fore and aft hefting moments re-grasped between us, offerings to the equally narrative river, the all-knowing hungry street.

Jumping to his feet, Willie described 'powder dancin'' (pronounced marvelously, 'powdah') which I had never heard of. Talcum powder would be copiously scattered onto the dance floor where couples in stocking or bare feet would ecstatically dance, gliding and sliding sweetly scented, muskily bent toward later glides and slides in the slippery joy of momentary allure and amour on dimmed porches or surrounding woods often enough and gratis upon delicate slabs of moonlight gratuitously dewy providing cushion for Passion's out and in, honoring and dignifying deities of skin wanting more making more skin, headlong Nature's frictional algo-rhythms indelibly scored in every/each his/her yawing yen.

Willie shouted, 'YOU GOT ANY TALC POWDER? ! '

...The jazz us trembled...

'NO! ' I bellowed, curious.

'YOU GOT ANY FLOUR? ! '

Even more curious, 'YEAH! ! '

'GO GIT IT! QUICK! ! '

He grinned an Old Mr. Boston juke-joint night-memories quaff-again grin.

Martha White, a brand of flour sold down South, has never been put to better use. Willie threw handfuls of 'Martha' over the tenement-planked living room floor as I half protested at the mess it (and me and Willie) was and would become. Completely gripped by his present-in-the-past brandy trance, a much younger man now, he suddenly grabbed me, brandied and tranced, too, my long hair flying, and danced me all over the floor the night through with swigs of Old But Now Spry 'n' Sprightly Mr. Boston with pauses to change record albums on the phonograph, 'catching up our breaths, ' he panted.

Next morning (more likely early afternoon) , Willie long gone, I awakened sprawled on the penitent porch—a cool concrete floor my sinner's bench—sweaty and thick as pan gravy, mosquito bitten, marinaded in Tennessee night mists. I staggered into the living room onto the ghostly floor powdery white, 'stroked' with two attached, or close to, sets of foot prints, heel slides and smears, a kind of 'Jackson Pollock meets Tibetan sand painting 'yazzed' yantra'**' with cigarette ashes flicked into the flickering impermanent mix. I've not powder danced since when we drank discovering oral history's joys, opened eager ears and fraternal arms forgetting fears of race and religion, age and expressed/ espressed Desire's multilingual disseminations.

I know that wheat is anciently sacred but now even more so for flour, the sight and feel of it, its unbaked smell, turns me again toward a Chattanooga 3rd street, its compass river swelling like bread nearby bearing witness still for one cannot say too much about rivers—their irreverence of edges scored, spilling themselves, proclaiming natural gods deeper than memory yet dependent upon it for traced they must be in every human activity, no matter the breech, for something there is to teach even deity though it may be wrong to do so, or hearsay to say it or sing, but the song is there for those whose ears are broken onto bottoms from which cry urgencies of Being and between, dutiful banks barely containing the straining Word.

**From Tibetan Buddhism. Visual meditation devices,
Yantras function as revelatory conduits of cosmic truths.

1. To Bessie Smith,3rd Street Chattanooga (circa 1971)

Already the river begins its sweat.
April to September I'll be on the porch
Come sunsets listening to cars in the
Dark and you, remembering the flour
On the floor and me and Willie in
Stocking feet dancing till dawn,

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poem by Warren Falcon
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Desire

Northern star
Am I frightened
Where can I go to rest
I cant sleep
And Im still fighting
Wait, dont breathe
The time destroys a man
A child who understands
That anyone who desires
Is not my kind
Not my truth
Fade away, its all we do
Fade away from the truth
Desires
Fade away
Desires
Fade away
Desires
And northern star
Please enlighten
The lost prayers of my soul
Childhood dreams
Of death and titans
We were meant to be free
To give ourselves away
So please dont be afraid
Of anyone who desires
Theyre not my kind
Not my truth
Fade away, its all we do
Fade away from the truth
Desires
Fade away
Desires
Fade away
Desires
Fade away
Desires
cause anyone who desires
Is not my kind
I have no use for you

song performed by Zwan
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