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Letting teardrops

Where are the heroes
Of my destiny?
I keep feling dolorous
As you keep with your irony
I can't stop letting teardrops

Where are the angels
Of my sanity?
I keep in my hazels
Waiting for a brevity
Waiting for someone decide I shouldn't be here

I keep dissapearing in my drug
Always lock in an old love
I keep wishing for stars colide
Because maybe I'll be beside
Beside my wraith cosuming my faith
As I can't stop letting teardrops

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The Fish That You Caught With Your Fishing Rod

the fish that you caught with your fishing rod
while you were alone at sea

tastes more delicious than the one that you
bought in the market

you have worked for it
you waited for long to catch it and hold it with your bare hands

you can still feel the vibrations of the nylon string
which caught the mouth of the fish

that now you are cooking and eating
the excitement still resounds inside your tongue

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Where Are You?

If you want to live on a sweet love then,
Be my lover on this train;
Who will be my lover?
Who will be my woman?
Who will be my wife?
Who will give me children?
Oh, to you Ladies out there! !
Come and take me home;
My sweet woman to be,
I am missing you.
Come and show me the true colours of love,
Come and be my wife and let's have children.
Who am i to be blind; pretending not to see them?
Come and let's stay together on this love;
Yes, come and let's make babies.

Who will be my family?
Who will be my girl?
Who will be my woman?
Who will be my wife?
Who will i give my heart to?
Who will i share my soul with?
I need a woman to give me children.

Have you heard of Shakespeare?
Have you heard of St. Louis?
Then, hold back your tears to the one you love.
Who is after my love?
Who will be my lover?
I want someone special like you.
Hold back the tears of love to my heart,
Where are you girls?
Where are you ladies?
Where is the lover of my heart?
I'm still searching for the real love.
Lonely as i am, i can't let it go when i do find her.

I need someone who will let my heart beat,
I need someone to lean on;
So, lean on me if you are the one for me.
Where are you my sweet woman?
Tell me if you are my sweet lady;
I need someone who will feel my heart-beat.

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Where Is The Poem Today? / Does It Matter?

WHERE IS THE POEM TODAY?

Where is the poem today?
Why does it matter?
Write and write and write
And be forgotten anyway.
Where is the poem today
Something small and beautiful
A light for someone else
Some joy given by words in their dancing?
Where is the poem today?
A little light for someone else
A bit of hope for myself.

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Can You Deal With It?

(words and music: duran duran)
There must be somebody
Wholl make love to me.
Blow the rules away
And trash these yesterdays.
Live in simpathy
Use psychology.
To find the twist in me (ah-ha)
Can you deal with it?
Recent enquiry
Showed now boundry.
Loves the only way
Can you handle it?
Can you deal with it? (oowa)
Can you deal with it?
Can you deal with it? (oowa)
Can you deal with it?
Can you deal with it?
When you aint sorry? (can you deal with it? )
For all that you appologise (can you deal with it? )
Working up to something,
I know youre up to something...
Yeahhhh...
Can you deal with it? (somethings got to happen)
Can you deal with it? (somethings got to get me up)
Say you deal with it? (but nothing never happens)
Can you deal with it? (cos nothings ever good enough)
Say you deal with it?
Can you deal with it? (somethings got to happen)
Can you deal with it? (somethings got to get me up)
Say you deal with it? (but nothings gonna happen)
Can you deal with it? (cos nothings ever good enough)
Say you deal with it?

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Lady, What Are You Doing With Your Life?

you gave up your career
in that busy city where you are what they call
a necessity
giving you importance, that feeling of being
needed
you have meaning, they gave you meaning
now, you have lost this
meaning,
you believed him when he said
i love you
and now the demands are many
you gave him your love, your life, you gave him
posterity, his kids, you gave him a home
a garden, a room where you make love
you sweat it out, this love you have for him
you learned to cook and sew and
entertain him and his kids
on the nights after you make love with him
you look at the ceiling your eyes wide open
refusing sleep you walk up and open the
door, you walk farther to open this window
looking for some stars
to light you to guide you
you are lost
in their dark space on a crowded universe

there is no more place for you
you have no face
and now, you realize this great loss
this misfortune

you are taking lunch with us
you talk the whole day
my wife shall help you find your way again

to yourself, take back the name that they
have stolen

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So what are you doing with your life now?

She says

She stares blankly on the wall
She is busy
Counting the lamp posts on the streets
She is so busy
She thinks God is preparing something
Grand for her and she is so busy
Too preparing something for God
Who prepares for her.

I am amazed
I ask her


“So, did you stare long enough on that blank wall
Was it really blank? Did you really stare?
What made the wall so blank? Is the stare really
Worth making on a blank wall?
And how many lamp posts have you counted?
Is the street filled with lamp posts?
How is God? When will the preparation last?
How are you doing with God? Is God busy too? ”

She is a little bit understanding to my way of thinking.

“There you are making a poem again. You have never changed.”

She said.

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Oh Mother Not Cry

Oh mother not you cry because god will save your son. Not your cry anymore because god will save him and God is here. Not you cry no more because he is here now. Oh mother god knows how you feel. He knows where you going with your son. Oh mothers stop crying because he saves your son. Give thanks y and come sing to him and give thanks to him.

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Where Is The Love?

Whats wrong with the world mama?
People livin like they aint got no mamas
i think the whole world's addicted to the drama
Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma
Overseas, yeah, we tried to stop terrorism
But we still got terrorist here livin
in the USA the big CIA
the bloods and the crips and the KKK
but if you only have love for your own race
then you only leave space to discriminate
and to discriminate only generates hate
and when u hate then youre bound to get irate, yeah
Badness is what you demonstrate
And thats exactly how anger works and operates
Man, u gotta have love just to set it straight
take control of your mind and meditate
let your soul gravitate to the love, y'all, y'all
Chorus:
Peopl killin, people dyin
children hurt and you hear them cryin
can you practice what you preach
or would you turn the other cheek
Father, father, father help us
We need some guidance from above
coz people got me got me questioning
Where is the love (Love)
Where is the love (the love)
Where is the love (the love)
Where is the love
The love, the love
It just ain't the same, always unchanged
New days are strange, is the world insane?
if love and peace is so strong
why are there pieces of love that dont' belong
Nations droppin bombs
Chemical gasses fillin lungs of little ones
With the ungoing suffering as the youth die young
so ask yourself is the love really gone
so i could ask myself really what is going on
in this world that we livin in
people keep on givin in
makin wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends
not respecting each other, deny thy brother
a war is going on but the reason's undercover
the truth is kept secret, its swept under the rug
if you never know truth then you never know love
Where's the love y'all come on (i dont know)
Where's the truth y'all, come on (i dont know)
Where's the love y'all
(Repeat Chrous)
I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder
as im getting older y'all people gets colder
most of us only care about money makin
selfishness got us followin the wrong direction
wrong information always shown by the media
Negative images is the main criteria
Infecting the young minds faster then bacteria
Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema
yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity
whatever happened to the fairness and equality
Instead in spreading love we spreadin animosity
lack of understanding, leadin us away from unity
thats the reason why somtimes im feeling under
thats the reason why sometimes im feeling down
theres no wonder why sometimes im feeling under
gotta keep my faith alive 'til love is found
(Repeat Chorus)

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The Leaves Tremble

The leaves tremble at the tips
of their half-denuded branches
against a flat grey sky,
the ruination of yellow and green
and the maples afire.
The house to myself;
four hours to myself. My head
jammed with the business
of swarming blackflies,
the crucial trivia of the morning,
crankshafts and cabs,
fitting the lid
over the spoon in the coffee can,
drinking brewer's yeast
to coat my neuronic synapses
with vitamin B
to counteract the stress
that just handed me the single rose
of an unrequited cold sore.

And I'm chain-smoking
contraband cigarettes,
and I just lit up a joint
and I've got enough money,
I've got enough smokes,
and the coffee's not bad
and I don't even mind
this ashen hour of October
as I wait for the mud in the puddle to settle
the turmoil of the soiled cloud,
the ecliptic commotion of the meteor shower
to stop smearing and smashing
the silence of the eyeless mirror,
and my feelings are waiting for mouths
like the interlaced fingers
of a Druid who doesn't know
what he wants to say
but knows how to say it
a hundred and fifty ways.

I look for the column shift
and put the world in park.
I look for my heart
and it's a small, scuffed planet
trying to throw a curve at me
as if I were nothing but space.
I'm the key to a forgotten lock
in the spirit's lost and found,
and part of me likes it this way
because for several eras now
the sleeves have been too long
on the winter straitjacket
time sized and knitted from my solitude,
and I hate the stingy herb of the colour.

I have lived like wings without a sky,
fire in the heartwood of a weeping willow,
and the birds piled up on my windowsill
like the craven junkmail
of an insincere migration that kept turning back
and my tears were always pall-bearers
at the death of water,
and I couldn't understand,
couldn't fathom the shallowness
of the infinite interpretations
that sprawled like lavish waves
across the sandy inclinations of my mind
with shells and starfish and seaweed for proof.

How could everyone not be right,
each according to the ruler of their spine,
a full measure of the truth?
The universe five ten and a half feet tall,
and flowers that taste like stars to the blind,
and wounds that heal like scalpels
in the hands of the surgical moon,
and emergency rooms full of clowns,
and shovels like iron valentines
indifferent to gardens and corpses;
and the beautiful arches of the women
who collapsed like aqueducts and bridges,
the stones of their plundered geometry
collaged into the gaps of makeshift hovels
to keep the cold night drafts out.

And I put it all down as a poet.
I was faithful to the vagrancy of my voice.
I offered the first born of my blood
to the law of my heart
and my soul was an ardent shapeshifter
with the wardrobe of a theatrical poppy
forgetting the lines of a dream.

I was an arsonist waiting in the dark
for the bell of a woman in the doorway,
and my cells were haunted
by the ghosts of the vacant thrones
of dark intensities
that swept me like rain over the masks and hills
of faceless domains.
I squandered myself
like confetti fire and cherry blossoms
at the weddings of water and gasoline.

Everywhere was threshold and door,
and the world a ghetto of exiles,
a refugee camp for stars and humans alike,
an oil drum under an urban overpass
where I spray-bombed the hunting magic
of the beast masters
who danced to keep warm
under the horns and hides of their sacred shadows.

I have never been anyone
I ever thought I was.
Alone and alone and alone,
the hidden eye under a robe of light,
gazing out at the world from the inside,
I could never claim my thoughts and emotions as my own,
and without realization
I could be the vision
but I could never say that it was mine;
and slowly I was poured out on the ground
like blood and blue wine
and what was left was space, was
the whole palace in a single cornerstone,
a way of keeping everything in mind
and mind in everything,
of holding the world with an open hand,
letting the rivers
slip through the delta of my fingers
back to the sea they issued from
and I was always the last dropp of water
to leave the moon. Empty and dry,
I lived on ashes and salt, a gnawing thing,
breaking its teeth on minerals,
trying to build a house of transformation
with glass nails, speaking
in the liberated tongues of broken mirrors.

How many days, deserts, dragons,
surviving on the marrow
of thorns, fangs, claws,
on the exhausted fruits of the fire,
on the flakes of blood
I shed like brittle roses,
like the paint of a condemned post office.

There was no more meat on the bones of the gate
and my heart turned into a loaf of coal.
My annihilation was perfected
in the crucible of my skull
by an excruciating isolation
that wept like the swords of diamond clarities
and the women and the children and the books,
and the abandoned shrine
in the tiny grove of my name,
fell away behind me
like wharves in my wake,
points of departure,
everything I'd ever cherished
lost in the undertow of the abyss.

Days of defamation and reptilian discretion.
I lived on nothing, a habit of breathing,
my heart a looping reflex,
terrified by the carnivorous grey of everything,
the short somewhere in the house
that would burn everything down,
the unforeseen event
that would snatch me
from the auroral approach of joy
by making me stand at the window
behind the stone curtains
of a harsher delusion,
always returning me to the same moment
as if a lesson I hadn't quite mastered yet,
convinced again and again I was a chronic clown
proofreading the encyclopedic obituary
of someone who didn't know when to quit.

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Where are you Now

Calling out your name
Your face is everywhere
I'm reaching out to you
To find that you're not there
I wake up every night
To see the state I'm in
It's like an endless fight
I never seem to win

I can't go on as long as I believe
Can't let go when I keep wondering

[CHORUS:]
Where are you now

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Where Is The Poet That Can Inspire Once Again?

WHERE IS THE POET THAT CAN INSPIRE ONCE AGAIN?

Where is the poet that can inspire once again?
I have heard them all so many times-
Even the great are only familiar lines -

I wait for something different
From another dimension-

But it is not they who are tired
Or limited-
You can find worlds in them if you reread again-

It is I who have lost my soul for Poetry
And not only for Poetry-

It is I who am old and tired –

There can be no new poet and no new poem and no new poetry
When I have gone to the other side
Where listening and hearing are impossible.

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Where Have The Children Gone

Where have the children gone
Where do they roam
They had to leave home
To flee the abuse alone
There are so many in this land of plenty
Where were their loved ones
Fighting to see who wins the most
Why are they not strong
They could have stop it for going wrong
Where have the children gone
Where do they roam
Their life should full of joy
Instead is almost destroyed
They are so gifted
And so uplifting
All that is taken away
Which leaves them in pain
And nowhere save to go
They will seek a brotherhood
In the local neighbourhood
I will do what
I can But I am just one man
Where have the children gone
Where do they roam

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Where Are The Others

I'm the only one you can think of to come,
When the end of a rope...
A dangling you do has been done.
And you are upset because I express no regret,
When a life you chose to live...
You did with the showing to me much disrespect.

When I suffered through my needs,
You weren't there to assist.
When I sat in loneliness and cried for years...
Not one time during that period did you appear.

And now you are here on my doorstep to say...
What you should have done,
Could have been done my way.
But the advice I gave,
You refused to accept another.

Where are the others,
You claimed to be your brothers.
Where are the others,
You followed to leave me behind...
In a grief you didn't seem to mind,
At that time.

Where are the others?
Those who you claimed,
To have been your close brothers.
Where are your...
Brothers?

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Where are you going little girl?

the wooden boat
on one end the little girl with her paddle
a little longer than her frail body
then her mother and her younger sister
under a yellow umbrella against the sun

i can feel her firm tiny hands that hold the paddle
stab the river and stir to make this murkiness
she holds it on clear directions she struggles to push
the water to move the boat
as the sun scorches her brown skin

shiny and thin and yet so unfrightened
i am asking the philosophical question

to you elvi where are they going?
and you where are you going too?

do not answer me with the name of a place
it is the usual answer, tell me more about what i do not know

the one that stirs the river that one that pushes the boat
the one that must make the mother fold her umbrella
the one that must make the little girl stop her paddling

the answer that exhausts all options
the one that must make us shift our paradigms

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Where Do The Children Play?

Well I think its fine, building jumbo planes.
Or taking a ride on a cosmic train.
Switch on summer from a slot machine.
Yes, get what you want to if you want, cause you can get anything.
I know weve come a long way,
Were changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?
Well you roll on roads over fresh green grass.
For your lorry loads pumping petrol gas.
And you make them long, and you make them tough.
But they just go on and on, and it seems that you cant get off.
Oh, I know weve come a long way,
Were changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?
Well youve cracked the sky, scrapers fill the air.
But will you keep on building higher
til theres no more room up there?
Will you make us laugh, will you make us cry?
Will you tell us when to live, will you tell us when to die?
I know weve come a long way,
Were changing day to day,
But tell me, where do the children play?

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Where Are We Runnin'?

Fast lane
High speed
On the grind
24/7
No time
Always runnin' here and there
Chasin' the money
So much jibber jabbers
Cloggin' up our soul
Where are we runnin'
We need some time to clear our heads
Where are we runnin'
Keep on working 'til we're dead
Where are we runnin'
Oo wee oo wee oo
Where are we runnin' now
In style
Profile
Got to buy
The new Cavalli
Keep the skin tight
And the booty in the air
Don't stop the party
The road is paved but narrow
I hope we all get home
Where are we runnin'?
We need some time to clear our heads
Where are we runnin'?
Keep on working 'til we're dead
Where are we runnin'?
Oo wee oo wee oo
Where are we runnin' now
Where you runnin' girl
I see you up there
Oh you up on that stage
You up there
I saw you
Where are we running
We need some time to clear our heads
Where are we runnin'
Keep on working 'til we're dead
Where are we runnin'
Oo wee oo wee oo
Where are we runnin' now

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Husband Where Are You?

Can you feel the music play? I think about you everyday, husband of mine where are you?

I see you arms around me as, your growing love surrounds me, can you feel it to, husband where are you?

There music in my heart, I don’t know just where to start, the universe has told me my love about you. Husband of mine, when we meet our eye’s won’t turn and our hearts will forever yearn, letting us know we are for each other.

I waited all so long, met the one’s that were all wrong, husband of mine I know your coming for me.

I see your eye’s! I see you smiling! When we make love it all our hearts yearning.

Husband of mine, please come for me I know it time for us to meet, I can even smell the smells around you.. We read the same books yeah, the sprit of the universe surrounds me, the sprit of the universe surrounds you.

The day we meet you will say, I waited day after day, for the softness of your beauty.

Husband of mine you finally found me, Husband of mine your love surrounds me.

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Where Are You

Im all grown up
But somehow, it feels like Im pretending
Visions of my younger years, they are buried
But the scenes that play inside of me, are impending
They are never ending...
Chorus:
Where, where, where, where, where are you?
You dont have to look out that window, anymore.
You can just come back to yourself, you can come back to this world.
Where are you? tell me who heard you. and where are you?
He led me into his room, and had me lay down
My heart, and my soul, and anything else that you could own,
When youre six years old.
But now Im older
(chorus)
Such a quiet secret, it hurt too much trying hard to keep it.
Oh, and I looked up to you... I wanted so much to believe in you.
I wanted so much for you to believe it me.
Oh I tried, I tried.
Where, where, where, where, where are you?
You dont have to look out anymore.
I dont have to look out of that window anymore.
I can just, come back to myself, I can come back this world
Where are you? tell me who heard you? and where are you now?
Where are you? where are you? where are you? where are you?
Tell me who hurt you.

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Where Are You Now?

Callin out your name
Your face is everywhere
Im reaching out to you to find that youre not there
I wake up every night to see the state Im in
Its like an endless fight I never seem to win
I cant go on as long as I believe
I cant let go but I keep wondering
Where are you now?
What have you found?
Where is your heart
When Im not around?
Where are you now?
You gotta let me know.
Oh baby, so I can let you go.
I can hear your voice
The rain of yesterday
It seemed so close to me
But yet so far away
I should let it out
To see whats left of me
And close the doors,
Look down without my dignity
But I cant go on
As long as I believe.
I cant let go, but I keep wondering.
Where are you now?
What have you found?
Where is your heart
When Im not around?
Tell me where are you now?
You gotta let me know.
Oh baby, so I can let you go.
I should let it out,
Its time to let you go,
Oh baby, I just wanna know,
Where are you now?
What have you found?
Where is your heart
When Im not around?
Where are you now?
You gotta let me know.
Oh baby, so I can let you go.
Where are you now?
What have you found?
Where is your heart
When Im not around?
Where are you now?
You gotta let me know.
Oh baby, so I can let you go.

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Where Does The Time Go?

Ive got a great big problem that I cant fix.
I think its quarter to three when its half past six.
Everythings early or way too late.
Now I never can remember the day and the date.
Never used to be this much trouble before.
I used to watch the clock but not anymore.
I used to keep track of the time Id lose,
But now the whole thing has me so confused.
I have to find a new job every week or so,
cause no one needs a man whos always fast or slow.
Still youll get no complaint from me,
But what can the answer be?
Where does the time go when Im with you?
How many hours do I lose every day?
They recombine when Im missing you,
Slowing me down like a digital delay.
Where does the time go when Im with you?
Why does it seem like theres never enough?
Its just like Im living split in two.
Two kinds of time when youre out and in love.
Theres only so much pleasure a man can take,
til his brain starts to go and his senses fade.
Doesnt need to eat or drink or sleep.
Cant feel a thing cause hes in too deep.
Walks around thinking that the world is fine,
While an alien force takes over his mind.
And then he throws away every single dime,
And the last thing to go is his sense of time.
But then if youre having fun,
Who cares if youre that far gone?
They tell me that times not free.
What did time ever do for me?
And if I dont see thats wrong,
Then maybe Im too far gone.

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