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What You Are Doing II

You got to know what you are doing on this love,
And you've got to know what you are doing with my life;
Because the Creator will surely judge us all one day,
Yes this is a serious truth!
And i surely need you on this love,
But try to know what you are doing with my life.

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One Day

The treat of nuclear war remains high,
But what is wrong with mankind? ! !
For the perilous choices of mankind are ready to launch within minutes.
'What will the end be? ' You may ask:
But the prophecies are all in our various Bibles to teach us,
For the end will surely come one day.

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I wished upon a star one day

I wished upon a star one day
As it went shooting through the sky,
I wished upon a star one day
As it passed me by.

I wished upon a star one day
That my prays come true,
I wished upon a star one day
And then i thought of you.

I wished upon a star one day
And realised i was crying,
I wished upon a star one day
Then dreamed that i was dying.

I wished upon a star one day
But my wish never became real,
I wished upon a star one day
And realised what i feel....

Nothing!

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One Day II

One day i will be very rich and,
You will come to me begging for my love;
One day i will fulfil my dreams and,
You will come to me begging for me to take you back;
And like the Rocks of Africa! !
But, you will lie in the vineyard of love waiting and watching.

The girls of Shiloh came out and danced and,
I was able to capture one of them!
And like the twelfth portion of the inheritance left for me behind;
But, one day you will look for me.

Four hundred young virgins! !
What shall i do to touch your hearts? !
For the sun nstood still and the moon stopped moving when you appeared;
And, i set my eyes on you all because of love.

The new man is created in righteousness and,
The new woman is created in righteous ness as well;
But one day you will come around looking for me!
There and then, it will be too late for you.

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One Day

One day I will go to either heaven or hell
One day I will give a rip about my grandma’s death
One day I will tell my mom that I love her and really mean it
One day one day my horse will be better
One day bandit will feel no more pain
One day I will see my real dad again
One day I will tell you how I really feel about you
One day I will travel to the end of the world
One day I will meet the greatest baseball players
One day I will have to pay for what Ive done
One day I’ll have a cupule of kids
One day I will make things happen
One day I’ll change someone’s mind
One day I will change someone’s life
One day when I wake up my loving husband will be there
One day I will get married to the greatest man on earth
One day I will loose my virginity
One day I’ll have my first puppy
One day I’ll have my own ranch of my own
One day I’ll live at my own place with my man
One day I will have done a million things in my life
but that day is not today
but one day that day will come

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Mothers Night

Oh, people killing people
Kings to conquer kings
Always in the seeker
Taking the light
Away from me
Death comes to the seeker
And death comes to the fool
Death comes to us all one day
Let the river of time swim over you
Oh swim over you
Oh time swim over you
Mother fighting mother
Children killing kings and kings and children too
(help! I cant figure this one out!)
Playin a different tune
The music binds them ho
The music binds them all
The music binds them
(another line to figure out)
Stronger than the chain gang
Smarter than the song
Let the music bind them
Each my face inside here?
Teach my light to wear a different?
I have many parents
I have only one mother too
Of the open west you waitin
Sprung me onto you
Sprung me onto you
That sprung me onto you
I have many fathers
But only one mother
Sprung beyond emotion
That sprung me onto you
So I bring a word
So I bring a word here
So lights out away
Death comes to the seeker
Well death come to the fool yes he do
Death comes to us all one day
Sit back and let the river of time run over you
Oh mother make them...
Rhythm is the one I climb as
The heartbeat of the time is beating on us
Speaking of the time is beating on us
Snap up the gate shut on yourself
Snap up the gate shut on yourself
Snap up the gate shut on yourself
Snap up the gate shut on yourself
Snap up the gate shut on yourself
Snap up the gate shut on yourself
Oh yeah
Oh I was dreaming
Oh....?
Some people locked in cages
With the keys on the inside
With the keys on the inside
Ahhh well awww too bad... (dont know)
King to king oh many colors
Paing the songs that roll to smother everyone
Black as night oh black as night
(dont know...)
If you are in the corner
Locked in the shadow
Dont try to cast your shadow
On the bear upon you (dont know)
Just step out into the light
Yes and let the sun shine bright on you
Just step out into the light
Yes and let the sun shine bright on you
All these changes happen with changes
One day as a good king
One day as a bad king
All the same in time
Be your own king.

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Remembrance

A tribal fear
was lurking,
behind a surge of emotion.
The sun was looking black.

A sexual abuse
of a quaint flower
aborts the fruit.
This year we will go hungry.

A nascent seed
stripped on road-
cries for water.
We hear without listening.

Death by a grave
was a domestic claim.
But you were found dead in a bunker.

Life vows to stand alone
on the burning deck-
of a turbulent ship.
The ocean will find a bloody hand one day.

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We Work The Black Seam

This place has changed for good
Your economic theory said it would
Its hard for us to understand
We cant give up our jobs the way we should
Our blood has stained the coal
We tunneled deep inside the nations soul
We matter more than pounds and pence
Your economic theory makes no sense
One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they cant control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
But deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
The seam lies underground
Three million years of pressure packed it down
We walk through ancient forest lands
And light a thousand cities with our hands
Your dark satanic mills
Have made redundant all our mining skills
You cant exchange a six inch band
For all the poisoned streams in cumberland
One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they cant control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
But deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together
Our conscious lives run deep
You cling onto your mountain while we sleep
This way of life is part of me
The is no price so only let me be
And should the children weep
The turning world will sing their souls to sleep
When you have sunk without a trace
The universe will suck me into place
One day in a nuclear age
They may understand our rage
They build machines that they cant control
And bury the waste in a great big hole
Power was to become cheap and clean
Grimy faces were never seen
But deadly for twelve thousand years is carbon fourteen
We work the black seam together

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Cause and Effect

we all have to pay up
what we take away
there is only one law
and that's the law of
cause and effect
so many fake stories
have been strewn
between the two
favoured or unfavoured
we all one day has to
stand in line to pay up
what is due to be paid up
ask whoever has a brush with the Divine

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Sonnet: On Destiny

No man need fear his Destiny's bad course,
When challenges, he meets resolutely;
Defying it and hitting hard with force;
with prudent action, that is done timely.

Who cares about destiny's monstrous face,
If man can take refuge in God's Love-shield?
Why worry of Destiny's losing case,
When God gives grace and much wisdom to field.

You must refuse defeat in many things;
Just labour hard towards success by heart;
Yet, patiently take whatever life brings;
The Creator will surely do his part.

No Destiny threatens a Lion-heart;
Nor earthly wealth to Heaven do we cart.

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The Sun Will Shine and You Will Know

Clear that brush,
From your own path.
Chip to diminish each obstacle.
Fall to your knees if you have to in frustration.
Shed a few tears and get back on your feet.
Lift up your head and dare to become defeated.
The Sun will shine and you will know suddenly...
Those efforts you make,
Are more than enough to continue on your way.
And keep moving.

Stay to complain each day when it rains...
And clouds will follow you.
That's what they do...
To ensure you are soaked in sorrow.
Seeking to find gloom...
You from them can borrow.
And you will share that with others.
Who will try to convince you,
There is nothing like wallowing away in grief!

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Will The Truth Come Out One Day?

Will the truth come out one day?
Is what has happened wrong?
Our paths crossed in a funny way

To you I have nothing to say
But with you it's our secret all along
Will the truth come out one day?

If caught, a bad mood you'll display
But our concealing is strong
Our paths crossed in a funny way

I feel bad 'cause with you I didn't stay
But we weren't seeing each other for that long
Will the truth come out one day?

I'm glad it was under you I lay
Because my feelings for him have gone
Our paths crossed in a funny way

From this will I have to pay?
But i'm glad this is still going on
Will the truth come out one day?
Our paths crossed in a funny way

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Patrick White

One Day Your Mouth

One day your mouth just opens
like a rose or an eye or an oyster
that bloomed in the night
when you weren’t looking
and whispers things you should have said
in the defense
of your own innocence
and didn’t, things
that should have been defended with fire
but were washed away with tears
and the bitter acids of high ideals
like a poem in the rain.
I lie, but never out of fear;
and when I lie it’s always
an attempt to heal, to clean, to dress
that gash of a murderous fact
or remove the thorn, the claw, the fang
the sickle of the crescent moon
from a wounded heart
that hasn’t tasted life enough to know
why the blood is made of iron.
I mingle a little shadow in with the light,
a little wine with the vinegar
when the truth has no eyelids
and the bitter cup is full of bleach; I let love
sweeten the green apple
and err on the side of compassion
when the windfall needs a face-lift.
I don’t grow gardens
in the dirt under my fingernails
or drive a golden chariot through a slum,
but a few geraniums on the windowsill
can’t hurt the view.
And what can come of trying to pour
the ocean into a tea-cup
when all that’s needed
is a quick rinse in a bird-bath,
or a few drops of holy water
through a sieve? Terminal
literalism and contagious symbolitis
are the snake-oils
of fraudulent medicine-men.
The truth is a scaffolding
to climb up on and paint
and I never sing in the same tree twice.

But I steal, from everyone, chronically,
dreams, visions, glimpses, insights,
the little jewels of wisdom
that fall from their signet rings, plunder
whole mansions of emotion
in a single night,
a cat burglar on the fifteenth floor
of a tower of moonlight, seeds,
feathers, leaves, flowers,
names and faces, I’m a thief of fire,
a pickpocket and klepto-crow
with a passion
for the silver things of life,
a b. and e. artist with an ear
for encrypted vaults
where they keep the safety deposit boxes
like black holes crammed with stars,
a grave-robber looking for afterlives
to fence to the living, a professional booster
who can walk into any solar system
in a t-shirt
and amble out with a planet.
I once sold Mars in a bar
to a drunken movie-star,
but Ive never wanted anything
that wasn’t mine, or the wind
couldn’t get its hands on,
or I wouldn’t receive if I asked,
like certain hearts that have accused me
of being in possession
of stolen property. Even the poems I flog
are hot, but like the rain and the sun
I lifted them from
I give to the rich and poor alike
with an empty hand
and the budding daffodil
of an open mike, stealing the Buddha’s purse
to buy the Buddha’s horse.

And it’s true, Ive been violent,
cracked a few skulls, deviated
more than one septum, but only
when attacked or cornered
or on behalf of the weak and hapless,
gone out to the parking lot
and given as good as I got,
stood up and got counted
then quickly dismounted my rage,
turned the page, not
my cheek and in a week or two
when the swelling’s gone down
and the teeth marks on my knuckles
haven’t turned into aids,
like any cosmic ape or alpha chimp
with gargantuan glands
tried to play the sage
and walk away with a cosmic limp
and eons of blood on my hands.

But as I said, I lie,
and now that Ive written this
to set the record straight
thinking I had good cause
to touch up my portrait a bit
I confess
between the cracks and the flaws
and the lines around my eyes
I can see another face
that isn’t a disguise
beneath the layers of paint
staring out at me
like a demon in the heart of a saint
who knows what I am
and scoffs at what I ain’t.

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One Day You Realize You're Looping

One day you realize you're looping,
Mars retrograde in Virgo,
through all the stations in life
you once progressed through,
and the door you return to
is a second innocence
more profoundly seasoned
than the one you first left by.
Everything else in the universe
is regressing ahead in accord with time
like a night sky doubling back on itself
to take its tail in its mouth
as a symbol of regenerative eternity.
Or moonrise. How likely is it
I'm not? That I'm
the only long-haired wavelength
that got straightened out
on a nineteen sixties ironing board
like the girlfriends
I was always waiting for back then.
That there's no twist in my stairwell?
No wheeling red-tailed hawks in my thermals?
No spirals in the sunflowers of my genomes?
No starfish in the bend of my galactic propellers?
No Sufis at the dance. Straight-laced crucifixions
of corkscrews and bottles of wine
that nailed it wrong
and turned back into sober water.
Not a chance. Or as they say in calculus
a straight line is just a special form of a curve.
Ask space. Ask the atoms.
I'm always one step behind my next birth
at an unexpected bend in the river.
You remember that old Etruscan god,
Vertumnus, whose name meant river's turning,
and later, adopted by the gullible Romans
turned into Morpheus, the shapeshifter?
I think the zodiacal kings of Etruria
got it more right
than the perfectionists who keep
trying to get it righter,
and water and light and dream
are closer to my original nature
than this snake of a road
I've been riding like black ice for light years
in a holy war of spurs and fangs,
the sacred thorns of a black rose
in a last duel with the first
and last crescents of the moon.
And as Lao-Tzu says in the Tao Te Ching
what isn't soft and supple
turns brittle and breaks
like a cataract of thin ice
over a flowing lens
it's easy enough to drown in
if you lose you're focus in the rapids.
Even glassblowers must need to cry
real tears now and again
that splinter like rain at their feet.
The fittest cornerstones all do Yoga.
Their twisted like the roots of trees
not a square uncarved block
of disciplined quicksand.
Look at the synchronous swimmers
in the undulation of an hourglass,
the S curve of a woman's figure,
the sign of a long distance snake in the desert
the Egyptians used as a glyph for intelligence.
Can you hear the same creek at midnight I do
whispering its way through the woods
as if it had no one to tell its secrets to but itself
taking the long way home like waterlilies
just coming into bloom
along the banks of the mindstream?
Makes me want to float poetic moonboats
like enlightened shipwrecks down river
when the fleet comes in
like Japanese plum blossoms in Atlantis
with a cargo of koans and haikus on board
that could be easily mistaken for loveletters.
And, hey, whether it's Cygnus above
in the Summer Triangle,
or a black swan on the Ottawa River,
I'm happy to take this trip alone
shooting the rapids of time
like an urgent waterclock
afraid of drowning in a flashback of its life
or a lifeboat full of moonlight
that came to the rescue of itself.
I won't beat the dust
out of the thread-bare wavelengths
of the flying carpets of life like stars
or houseflies that got in the way
of my broken window.
And o when I was young
I used to pray the day would never come
when I would talk like this,
but as the years turn into eras,
you can't help but see
a lot of things in life
some of which you wish you hadn't.
The beauty and the terror.
The candle in the dark doorway
at the back of the morgue,
whose light can go no further
than a prayer for the dead
behind closed eyelids.
Ferry, chariot, or limousine
it's still Charon at the toll gate.
No exit, no entrance,
thresholds of light upon light,
petals of a black rose
blooming in the shadows
on the far side of the moon
like the flight plan of a crow feather
that doesn't consult the tower anymore
for permission to take off and land
and leaves the trees to the night birds
to exorcise their longing
and by their singing,
as their fruits, be known.
Every step of the way
I've stood at the gate of a stranger
that looked a lot like me yesterday
without this death mask on
that doubles as a blossom
of the full moon on a dead branch.
Green bough. Dead branch.
Same song.
And the lights play on
long after the music's over.
You can see and hear it
in the picture-music of the stars
that shine over you even after
both you and they
ahead of your own light
by the time it gets
to where it's going are
are long gone, gone, gone,
altogether gone beyond
firewalking with virgins on Mars
like bridges and crosswalks in transit.
You can't pour the universe
out of the universe
like a fish in a waterclock
that jumps up into your moon boat
at the strike of midnight at noon
to tell you what hour it is
when you know that every hour
every step, every breath,
every river, road, gate and doorway
is a death in life experience of this one.
Not the wounded wavelength
of a heartbeat on crutches
come to a game of snakes and ladders
that can't find anything to lean on
on the opposite side of the river
because the mindstream has no banks
and the bridges go on forever
like the wavelengths of snakes
with their tails in their mouth
going the way they came
like bouquets and fountains,
tears in the valley
that echo on the mountain
like snow at the feet of the stars
back into their deep watersheds
where the dry seas of the dead mingle
with the ebb and neap of the living
like the moon on the waters of life.
And I mustn't forget
as I sometimes do
even when I'm drowning
like a starfish in my own waters
that this flash of life,
this brevity of a firefly,
this lifespan of an insight
into this life, this death,
unborn, unperishing,
is just a galaxy's way
of bringing me back down to earth
without forgetting where I come from.

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One Day You Would Know

One day you would know,
As you hold back the sea in your eyes
And the thunder steals the blue from your heart,
That you never could reach the sunshine spot
Where I waited to catch you in my arms
And fly into dreams that never die!
One day you would know,
When the sands shift to expose the barrenness
And the yellowed pages crumble in your hands,
That you never could reach the sunshine spot
Where I waited to carry you in my arms
And fly to a rainbow that never fades!

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One Day I Know You Will..! ..

One day I know
you will take back my sight
you lent me at my entry
into your world;

Deeply therefore I look into
every creation-
macrocosoms and microcosoms-
and in my mind's endless arena
chisel exact replicas to defy time-

I will ever keep alive hence
of all the delights
through my sight and senses-

Yes.every song of your creation
and every fury of your destruction
will ever reverberate
in every corner of my heart
even after you withdraw
your soldiers of senses!

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One Day You'll Be Mine

Check it out
Come on
I'm sayin'
You gon' be mine

Fist time I saw you baby
You did something to me
That no else has ever done
Oh - it's something in your eyes
Caught me by surprise
And told me that you were the one
Oh - but what's bad is I know you get on man

And he'll never understand
The chemistry between me and you - Ah baby
Something inside of me
It's saying you and I were meant to be
If you can think it you can have it
That why I believe

(Hook)

One day you'll be mine (mine)
No more creepin'

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Maybe one day will you be mine?

Baby without you i can't breathe
I dont wanna live for a second without you
Only Because i love you
Baby your the only one i dream of
Baby your the only one i think of
Because baby your my only reality
Your my prince and thats the truth
But i wonder how i convince you of it
I thought ide write it on a mirror
I thought ide tell you
I thought ide tell the world your my world
Baby your my life
Baby your my world
Baby your my whole universe
Baby your the reason for my existence
Thats all i know
Nothing else....
Now all i ask is......
Maybe one day will you be mine?

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I Know You Will Return Back One Day

I know you will return back one day

With the touch of your hands you will heal my wounds

Those hands that at the past were companions of my road

With their tender touch how long they wiped away my tears

I will tell you about my days after the day that you have gone

I will throw my poor body in your arms and i'll cry

I know you will come and knock my door one day

And if I was not alive my spirit will be there

I will throw my tired soul in your shoulders and i'll cry

And then all my tears will disappear

In your arms my heart will born once again

To fly free at the sky and will sing your pure love song

And my heart will get free from the prison of my chest.

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One Day You Meet A Stranger

one day you meet a stranger in your house
and you very well know his name
and you serve him coffee
and you feed him fish and rice
the dinner that you can afford, and you tell him
stories about your past and you go beyond
you tell him about your present, your woes and of
course some happy experiences, and you go beyond that
as you serve him some glasses of wine
you tell him about your future, your questions and your hopes,
your anticipations, and some fears, some longings
you tell him that somehow you are afraid about the uncertainties

and then the stranger faces you
his face is exactly you, everything, everthing, you shake his hand
you know his name very well, and you stop this dramatic thing

having a monologue with yourself one cold, and lonely evening.

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One Day Mum

Mum,
I mite not always call you
Whenever you want to know
Where i am and what i’m doing
And where i’m gonna go

But i don't do it on a purpose
I don't want you to worry all the time
I'm just chilling with my mates
Maybe sharing a bottle of wine

Maybe one day
I hope i can make you really proud of me
I might never tell you i'm glad you’re my mum
But i always am and always will be

You raised me
Fed me
Clothed me
And help me out when i've reached the brink
I can't list everything you've done for me
Cos i'd surely run out of ink

I know you worry
But in a way, i’m kinda glad you do
And i know that that sounds selfish
But i know that if you worry you still care too

I know i don't always show it
But I love you more then i can say
We've got a bond
That will last forever
An noone could take away

Thank you

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