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Purple Pills

Purple pills
cure all ills.
Keep them close
to mop up spills.

Fractured temple,
Cursed mind,
Not unstable,
Not unkind,
Not instructive.
Purple pills
for greater good.

Take them first,
Take them last,
Take them always,
Take them fast.
Lesser evil,
Greater score.
Purple pills
will give you more.

Purple pills
cure all ills.
Take them quickly,
fill our tills.

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We Are Indebted to Them Up to Our Eyelids

...Keep it cleansed, fresh and moisterized! ...

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The state of the economy worsens.
The higher the skies...
The lower the national deficit!
Crime on all levels of government,
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Thousands are losing pensions, jobs
And patience.

Oil and gasoline prices...
Although leveling,
Are still higher than they have been in decades.
Food poisoning?
If imported peppers don't kill you,
Saturated fats will.

Racism is on everyone's lips.
Foreclosures are being issued...
As quickly as pink slips.
And people have become outraged!

'Are whites right?
Should blacks be kept back?
And what about those of other hues?
The ones we purchase our tainted toys,
Clothes and shoes?
The ones who make our cars...
Liquor we drink and candy bars?
And the Chinese?
We are indebted to them up to our eyelids...
Well passed our knees!
Red is not the only color,
Of their communist flag!

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We have a news flash! A bulletin!
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~Okay, mom.
But daddy is still smoking crack in there.
And you told me not to disturb him,
Especially when he is 'meditating'.~

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Walt Whitman

The Indications

THE indications, and tally of time;
Perfect sanity shows the master among philosophs;
Time, always without flaw, indicates itself in parts;
What always indicates the poet, is the crowd of the pleasant company
of singers, and their words;
The words of the singers are the hours or minutes of the light or
dark--but the words of the maker of poems are the general light
and dark;
The maker of poems settles justice, reality, immortality,
His insight and power encircle things and the human race,
He is the glory and extract thus far, of things, and of the human

The singers do not beget--only the POET begets;
The singers are welcom'd, understood, appear often enough--but rare
has the day been, likewise the spot, of the birth of the maker
of poems, the Answerer, 10
(Not every century, or every five centuries, has contain'd such a
day, for all its names.)

The singers of successive hours of centuries may have ostensible
names, but the name of each of them is one of the singers,
The name of each is, eye-singer, ear-singer, head-singer, sweet-
singer, echo-singer, parlor-singer, love-singer, or something

All this time, and at all times, wait the words of true poems;
The words of true poems do not merely please,
The true poets are not followers of beauty, but the august masters of
The greatness of sons is the exuding of the greatness of mothers and
The words of poems are the tuft and final applause of science.

Divine instinct, breadth of vision, the law of reason, health,
rudeness of body, withdrawnness,
Gayety, sun-tan, air-sweetness--such are some of the words of
poems. 20

The sailor and traveler underlie the maker of poems, the answerer;
The builder, geometer, chemist, anatomist, phrenologist, artist--all
these underlie the maker of poems, the answerer.

The words of the true poems give you more than poems,
They give you to form for yourself, poems, religions, politics, war,
peace, behavior, histories, essays, romances, and everything
They balance ranks, colors, races, creeds, and the sexes,
They do not seek beauty--they are sought,
Forever touching them, or close upon them, follows beauty, longing,
fain, love-sick.

They prepare for death--yet are they not the finish, but rather the
They bring none to his or her terminus, or to be content and full;
Whom they take, they take into space, to behold the birth of stars,
to learn one of the meanings, 30
To launch off with absolute faith--to sweep through the ceaseless
rings, and never be quiet again.

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Thangz Changed

[onyx - all talking]
Official nast! word is bond
Yeah - yeah yeah - you know the real deal boy
Word up, official, official, official, official
Word up, check me, Im the official, nastee
Its like that, yeah its like this
Son hold up, what up what up
We gonna rhyme right now, word is bond
Give it all we got, cmon yo, cmon..
[fredro starr]
A lot of things have changed since I grown up
Half my brothers got locked, half got blown up!
From playin two hand touch and the games in the street
But the games aint the same, now we playin with heat
See theres danger, in my buildin, they rollin dice there
Aint nuttin nice there, who dare with ice-stare? !
My hallway is like rahway, to the thugs in the doorway
Peace, kid Im out, no doubt!
We just hangin on the corner, puffin trees just
Tryin to stay warm, sippin ? easy? jesus!
Problems after problem, it keeps revolvin
They got us starvin, thats why we out robbin (knahmsayin? )
Theres days I cant remember like the 6th of december
I think it was september nah, maybe it was november (what? !)
This kid got rocked, just for steppin on some sneakers
Heard from tamika, hes gettin buried in a speaker
Cause his moms was on that *inhaling*, gettin laced
She not smokin it! she took one bad hit
Chorus: repeat 2x
Aiyyo (yo!) cant escape the ghetto
Hell no, its everywhere you go!
Aiyyo (yo!) cant escape the ghetto
Hell no, its everywhere you go!
Im not your role model, Ill drink the whole bottle
Dont follow, nobody cause you never know tomorrow
Just look around, everywhere, its despair
It aint no care here, and good times is rare
Or seldom last long, they always fadin
When my fam is dyin over money and gettin incarcerated (yeah)
Just to be a statistic, its sadistic
Too realistic, we goin this quick!
The other night kids got bad (word, t-n-t ran out? )
Got them kids bill and ted, they called the law news spread
Last week they was blazin on the corner, bullets ricochet
Hit somebodys baby, and they kid may be dead
Resultin from the ill {shit}, to say the least
Livin in the ghetto... rest in peace!
Yo.. hey!
Cause where Im from, the good die young
The sky is grey, we never see the sun
The ghetto life, is live and let live
On the day to day..
[sticky fingaz]
It all began when shorty rock took the law in his own hand
Sick of seein his moms gettin beat up by his old man
So he did what any kid woulda done
Went into the closet, got his pops gun
Who need enemy when you got family?
Its hard to get a job when you look like me (word up!)
See people dont just rob cause they on unemployment
Some do it for the pure satisfaction enjoyment
Brrrr, its cold, this world is freezin
Folks gettin murdered over no apparent reason (no!)
Packin they bags, talkin bout they leavin
But where you gonna go? you cant escape the ghetto!
You see more when you high, even less when you low
You cant run from your own shadow
{*scratches my little man, shorty doo wop*}
[onyx] in every ghetto, we packin heavy metal (repeat 4x)
{*ad libs and official nast! to fade*}

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Andrea del Sarto

But do not let us quarrel any more,
No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once:
Sit down and all shall happen as you wish.
You turn your face, but does it bring your heart?
I'll work then for your friend's friend, never fear,
Treat his own subject after his own way,
Fix his own time, accept too his own price,
And shut the money into this small hand
When next it takes mine. Will it? tenderly?
Oh, I'll content him,--but to-morrow, Love!
I often am much wearier than you think,
This evening more than usual, and it seems
As if--forgive now--should you let me sit
Here by the window with your hand in mine
And look a half-hour forth on Fiesole,
Both of one mind, as married people use,
Quietly, quietly the evening through,
I might get up to-morrow to my work
Cheerful and fresh as ever. Let us try.
To-morrow, how you shall be glad for this!
Your soft hand is a woman of itself,
And mine the man's bared breast she curls inside.
Don't count the time lost, neither; you must serve
For each of the five pictures we require:
It saves a model. So! keep looking so--
My serpentining beauty, rounds on rounds!
--How could you ever prick those perfect ears,
Even to put the pearl there! oh, so sweet--
My face, my moon, my everybody's moon,
Which everybody looks on and calls his,
And, I suppose, is looked on by in turn,
While she looks--no one's: very dear, no less.
You smile? why, there's my picture ready made,
There's what we painters call our harmony!
A common greyness silvers everything,--
All in a twilight, you and I alike
--You, at the point of your first pride in me
(That's gone you know),--but I, at every point;
My youth, my hope, my art, being all toned down
To yonder sober pleasant Fiesole.
There's the bell clinking from the chapel-top;
That length of convent-wall across the way
Holds the trees safer, huddled more inside;
The last monk leaves the garden; days decrease,
And autumn grows, autumn in everything.
Eh? the whole seems to fall into a shape
As if I saw alike my work and self
And all that I was born to be and do,
A twilight-piece. Love, we are in God's hand.
How strange now, looks the life he makes us lead;
So free we seem, so fettered fast we are!
I feel he laid the fetter: let it lie!
This chamber for example--turn your head--
All that's behind us! You don't understand
Nor care to understand about my art,
But you can hear at least when people speak:
And that cartoon, the second from the door
--It is the thing, Love! so such things should be--
Behold Madonna!--I am bold to say.
I can do with my pencil what I know,
What I see, what at bottom of my heart
I wish for, if I ever wish so deep--
Do easily, too--when I say, perfectly,
I do not boast, perhaps: yourself are judge,
Who listened to the Legate's talk last week,
And just as much they used to say in France.
At any rate 'tis easy, all of it!
No sketches first, no studies, that's long past:
I do what many dream of, all their lives,
--Dream? strive to do, and agonize to do,
And fail in doing. I could count twenty such
On twice your fingers, and not leave this town,
Who strive--you don't know how the others strive
To paint a little thing like that you smeared
Carelessly passing with your robes afloat,--
Yet do much less, so much less, Someone says,
(I know his name, no matter)--so much less!
Well, less is more, Lucrezia: I am judged.
There burns a truer light of God in them,
In their vexed beating stuffed and stopped-up brain,
Heart, or whate'er else, than goes on to prompt
This low-pulsed forthright craftsman's hand of mine.
Their works drop groundward, but themselves, I know,
Reach many a time a heaven that's shut to me,
Enter and take their place there sure enough,
Though they come back and cannot tell the world.
My works are nearer heaven, but I sit here.
The sudden blood of these men! at a word--
Praise them, it boils, or blame them, it boils too.
I, painting from myself and to myself,
Know what I do, am unmoved by men's blame
Or their praise either. Somebody remarks
Morello's outline there is wrongly traced,
His hue mistaken; what of that? or else,
Rightly traced and well ordered; what of that?
Speak as they please, what does the mountain care?
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,
Or what's a heaven for? All is silver-grey,
Placid and perfect with my art: the worse!
I know both what I want and what might gain,
And yet how profitless to know, to sigh
"Had I been two, another and myself,
"Our head would have o'erlooked the world!" No doubt.
Yonder's a work now, of that famous youth
The Urbinate who died five years ago.
('Tis copied, George Vasari sent it me.)
Well, I can fancy how he did it all,
Pouring his soul, with kings and popes to see,
Reaching, that heaven might so replenish him,
Above and through his art--for it gives way;
That arm is wrongly put--and there again--
A fault to pardon in the drawing's lines,
Its body, so to speak: its soul is right,
He means right--that, a child may understand.
Still, what an arm! and I could alter it:
But all the play, the insight and the stretch--
(Out of me, out of me! And wherefore out?
Had you enjoined them on me, given me soul,
We might have risen to Rafael, I and you!
Nay, Love, you did give all I asked, I think--
More than I merit, yes, by many times.
But had you--oh, with the same perfect brow,
And perfect eyes, and more than perfect mouth,
And the low voice my soul hears, as a bird
The fowler's pipe, and follows to the snare --
Had you, with these the same, but brought a mind!
Some women do so. Had the mouth there urged
"God and the glory! never care for gain.
"The present by the future, what is that?
"Live for fame, side by side with Agnolo!
"Rafael is waiting: up to God, all three!"
I might have done it for you. So it seems:
Perhaps not. All is as God over-rules.
Beside, incentives come from the soul's self;
The rest avail not. Why do I need you?
What wife had Rafael, or has Agnolo?
In this world, who can do a thing, will not;
And who would do it, cannot, I perceive:
Yet the will's somewhat--somewhat, too, the power--
And thus we half-men struggle. At the end,
God, I conclude, compensates, punishes.
'Tis safer for me, if the award be strict,
That I am something underrated here,
Poor this long while, despised, to speak the truth.
I dared not, do you know, leave home all day,
For fear of chancing on the Paris lords.
The best is when they pass and look aside;
But they speak sometimes; I must bear it all.
Well may they speak! That Francis, that first time,
And that long festal year at Fontainebleau!
I surely then could sometimes leave the ground,
Put on the glory, Rafael's daily wear,
In that humane great monarch's golden look,--
One finger in his beard or twisted curl
Over his mouth's good mark that made the smile,
One arm about my shoulder, round my neck,
The jingle of his gold chain in my ear,
I painting proudly with his breath on me,
All his court round him, seeing with his eyes,
Such frank French eyes, and such a fire of souls
Profuse, my hand kept plying by those hearts,--
And, best of all, this, this, this face beyond,
This in the background, waiting on my work,
To crown the issue with a last reward!
A good time, was it not, my kingly days?
And had you not grown restless... but I know--
'Tis done and past: 'twas right, my instinct said:
Too live the life grew, golden and not grey,
And I'm the weak-eyed bat no sun should tempt
Out of the grange whose four walls make his world.
How could it end in any other way?
You called me, and I came home to your heart.
The triumph was--to reach and stay there; since
I reached it ere the triumph, what is lost?
Let my hands frame your face in your hair's gold,
You beautiful Lucrezia that are mine!
"Rafael did this, Andrea painted that;
"The Roman's is the better when you pray,
"But still the other's Virgin was his wife--"
Men will excuse me. I am glad to judge
Both pictures in your presence; clearer grows
My better fortune, I resolve to think.
For, do you know, Lucrezia, as God lives,
Said one day Agnolo, his very self,
To Rafael . . . I have known it all these years . . .
(When the young man was flaming out his thoughts
Upon a palace-wall for Rome to see,
Too lifted up in heart because of it)
"Friend, there's a certain sorry little scrub
"Goes up and down our Florence, none cares how,
"Who, were he set to plan and execute
"As you are, pricked on by your popes and kings,
"Would bring the sweat into that brow of yours!"
To Rafael's!--And indeed the arm is wrong.
I hardly dare . . . yet, only you to see,
Give the chalk here--quick, thus, the line should go!
Ay, but the soul! he's Rafael! rub it out!
Still, all I care for, if he spoke the truth,
(What he? why, who but Michel Agnolo?
Do you forget already words like those?)
If really there was such a chance, so lost,--
Is, whether you're--not grateful--but more pleased.
Well, let me think so. And you smile indeed!
This hour has been an hour! Another smile?
If you would sit thus by me every night
I should work better, do you comprehend?
I mean that I should earn more, give you more.
See, it is settled dusk now; there's a star;
Morello's gone, the watch-lights show the wall,
The cue-owls speak the name we call them by.
Come from the window, love,--come in, at last,
Inside the melancholy little house
We built to be so gay with. God is just.
King Francis may forgive me: oft at nights
When I look up from painting, eyes tired out,
The walls become illumined, brick from brick
Distinct, instead of mortar, fierce bright gold,
That gold of his I did cement them with!
Let us but love each other. Must you go?
That Cousin here again? he waits outside?
Must see you--you, and not with me? Those loans?
More gaming debts to pay? you smiled for that?
Well, let smiles buy me! have you more to spend?
While hand and eye and something of a heart
Are left me, work's my ware, and what's it worth?
I'll pay my fancy. Only let me sit
The grey remainder of the evening out,
Idle, you call it, and muse perfectly
How I could paint, were I but back in France,
One picture, just one more--the Virgin's face,
Not yours this time! I want you at my side
To hear them--that is, Michel Agnolo--
Judge all I do and tell you of its worth.
Will you? To-morrow, satisfy your friend.
I take the subjects for his corridor,
Finish the portrait out of hand--there, there,
And throw him in another thing or two
If he demurs; the whole should prove enough
To pay for this same Cousin's freak. Beside,
What's better and what's all I care about,
Get you the thirteen scudi for the ruff!
Love, does that please you? Ah, but what does he,
The Cousin! what does he to please you more?

I am grown peaceful as old age to-night.
I regret little, I would change still less.
Since there my past life lies, why alter it?
The very wrong to Francis!--it is true
I took his coin, was tempted and complied,
And built this house and sinned, and all is said.
My father and my mother died of want.
Well, had I riches of my own? you see
How one gets rich! Let each one bear his lot.
They were born poor, lived poor, and poor they died:
And I have laboured somewhat in my time
And not been paid profusely. Some good son
Paint my two hundred pictures--let him try!
No doubt, there's something strikes a balance. Yes,
You loved me quite enough. it seems to-night.
This must suffice me here. What would one have?
In heaven, perhaps, new chances, one more chance--
Four great walls in the New Jerusalem,
Meted on each side by the angel's reed,
For Leonard, Rafael, Agnolo and me
To cover--the three first without a wife,
While I have mine! So--still they overcome
Because there's still Lucrezia,--as I choose.

Again the Cousin's whistle! Go, my Love.

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Walt Whitman

Song Of The Open Road

AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road,
Healthy, free, the world before me,
The long brown path before me, leading wherever I choose.

Henceforth I ask not good-fortune--I myself am good fortune;
Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing,
Strong and content, I travel the open road.

The earth--that is sufficient;
I do not want the constellations any nearer;
I know they are very well where they are;
I know they suffice for those who belong to them. 10

(Still here I carry my old delicious burdens;
I carry them, men and women--I carry them with me wherever I go;
I swear it is impossible for me to get rid of them;
I am fill'd with them, and I will fill them in return.)

You road I enter upon and look around! I believe you are not all that
is here;
I believe that much unseen is also here.

Here the profound lesson of reception, neither preference or denial;
The black with his woolly head, the felon, the diseas'd, the
illiterate person, are not denied;
The birth, the hasting after the physician, the beggar's tramp, the
drunkard's stagger, the laughing party of mechanics,
The escaped youth, the rich person's carriage, the fop, the eloping
couple, 20
The early market-man, the hearse, the moving of furniture into the
town, the return back from the town,
They pass--I also pass--anything passes--none can be interdicted;
None but are accepted--none but are dear to me.

You air that serves me with breath to speak!
You objects that call from diffusion my meanings, and give them
You light that wraps me and all things in delicate equable showers!
You paths worn in the irregular hollows by the roadsides!
I think you are latent with unseen existences--you are so dear to me.

You flagg'd walks of the cities! you strong curbs at the edges!
You ferries! you planks and posts of wharves! you timber-lined sides!
you distant ships! 30
You rows of houses! you window-pierc'd façades! you roofs!
You porches and entrances! you copings and iron guards!
You windows whose transparent shells might expose so much!
You doors and ascending steps! you arches!
You gray stones of interminable pavements! you trodden crossings!
From all that has been near you, I believe you have imparted to
yourselves, and now would impart the same secretly to me;
From the living and the dead I think you have peopled your impassive
surfaces, and the spirits thereof would be evident and amicable
with me.

The earth expanding right hand and left hand,
The picture alive, every part in its best light,
The music falling in where it is wanted, and stopping where it is not
wanted, 40
The cheerful voice of the public road--the gay fresh sentiment of the

O highway I travel! O public road! do you say to me, Do not leave me?
Do you say, Venture not? If you leave me, you are lost?
Do you say, I am already prepared--I am well-beaten and undenied--
adhere to me?

O public road! I say back, I am not afraid to leave you--yet I love
You express me better than I can express myself;
You shall be more to me than my poem.

I think heroic deeds were all conceiv'd in the open air, and all
great poems also;
I think I could stop here myself, and do miracles;
(My judgments, thoughts, I henceforth try by the open air, the
road;) 50
I think whatever I shall meet on the road I shall like, and whoever
beholds me shall like me;
I think whoever I see must be happy.

From this hour, freedom!
From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines,
Going where I list, my own master, total and absolute,
Listening to others, and considering well what they say,
Pausing, searching, receiving, contemplating,
Gently, but with undeniable will, divesting myself of the holds that
would hold me.

I inhale great draughts of space;
The east and the west are mine, and the north and the south are
mine. 60

I am larger, better than I thought;
I did not know I held so much goodness.

All seems beautiful to me;
I can repeat over to men and women, You have done such good to me, I
would do the same to you.

I will recruit for myself and you as I go;
I will scatter myself among men and women as I go;
I will toss the new gladness and roughness among them;
Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me;
Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and shall bless me.

Now if a thousand perfect men were to appear, it would not amaze
me; 70
Now if a thousand beautiful forms of women appear'd, it would not
astonish me.

Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons,
It is to grow in the open air, and to eat and sleep with the earth.

Here a great personal deed has room;
A great deed seizes upon the hearts of the whole race of men,
Its effusion of strength and will overwhelms law, and mocks all
authority and all argument against it.

Here is the test of wisdom;
Wisdom is not finally tested in schools;
Wisdom cannot be pass'd from one having it, to another not having it;
Wisdom is of the Soul, is not susceptible of proof, is its own
proof, 80
Applies to all stages and objects and qualities, and is content,
Is the certainty of the reality and immortality of things, and the
excellence of things;
Something there is in the float of the sight of things that provokes
it out of the Soul.

Now I reëxamine philosophies and religions,
They may prove well in lecture-rooms, yet not prove at all under the
spacious clouds, and along the landscape and flowing currents.

Here is realization;
Here is a man tallied--he realizes here what he has in him;
The past, the future, majesty, love--if they are vacant of you, you
are vacant of them.

Only the kernel of every object nourishes;
Where is he who tears off the husks for you and me? 90
Where is he that undoes stratagems and envelopes for you and me?

Here is adhesiveness--it is not previously fashion'd--it is apropos;
Do you know what it is, as you pass, to be loved by strangers?
Do you know the talk of those turning eye-balls?

Here is the efflux of the Soul;
The efflux of the Soul comes from within, through embower'd gates,
ever provoking questions:
These yearnings, why are they? These thoughts in the darkness, why
are they?
Why are there men and women that while they are nigh me, the sun-
light expands my blood?
Why, when they leave me, do my pennants of joy sink flat and lank?
Why are there trees I never walk under, but large and melodious
thoughts descend upon me? 100
(I think they hang there winter and summer on those trees, and always
drop fruit as I pass;)
What is it I interchange so suddenly with strangers?
What with some driver, as I ride on the seat by his side?
What with some fisherman, drawing his seine by the shore, as I walk
by, and pause?
What gives me to be free to a woman's or man's good-will? What gives
them to be free to mine?

The efflux of the Soul is happiness--here is happiness;
I think it pervades the open air, waiting at all times;
Now it flows unto us--we are rightly charged.

Here rises the fluid and attaching character;
The fluid and attaching character is the freshness and sweetness of
man and woman; 110
(The herbs of the morning sprout no fresher and sweeter every day out
of the roots of themselves, than it sprouts fresh and sweet
continually out of itself.)

Toward the fluid and attaching character exudes the sweat of the love
of young and old;
From it falls distill'd the charm that mocks beauty and attainments;
Toward it heaves the shuddering longing ache of contact.

Allons! whoever you are, come travel with me!
Traveling with me, you find what never tires.

The earth never tires;
The earth is rude, silent, incomprehensible at first--Nature is rude
and incomprehensible at first;
Be not discouraged--keep on--there are divine things, well envelop'd;
I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can
tell. 120

Allons! we must not stop here!
However sweet these laid-up stores--however convenient this dwelling,
we cannot remain here;
However shelter'd this port, and however calm these waters, we must
not anchor here;
However welcome the hospitality that surrounds us, we are permitted
to receive it but a little while.

Allons! the inducements shall be greater;
We will sail pathless and wild seas;
We will go where winds blow, waves dash, and the Yankee clipper
speeds by under full sail.

Allons! with power, liberty, the earth, the elements!
Health, defiance, gayety, self-esteem, curiosity;
Allons! from all formules! 130
From your formules, O bat-eyed and materialistic priests!

The stale cadaver blocks up the passage--the burial waits no longer.

Allons! yet take warning!
He traveling with me needs the best blood, thews, endurance;
None may come to the trial, till he or she bring courage and health.

Come not here if you have already spent the best of yourself;
Only those may come, who come in sweet and determin'd bodies;
No diseas'd person--no rum-drinker or venereal taint is permitted

I and mine do not convince by arguments, similes, rhymes;
We convince by our presence. 140

Listen! I will be honest with you;
I do not offer the old smooth prizes, but offer rough new prizes;
These are the days that must happen to you:

You shall not heap up what is call'd riches,
You shall scatter with lavish hand all that you earn or achieve,
You but arrive at the city to which you were destin'd--you hardly
settle yourself to satisfaction, before you are call'd by an
irresistible call to depart,
You shall be treated to the ironical smiles and mockings of those who
remain behind you;
What beckonings of love you receive, you shall only answer with
passionate kisses of parting,
You shall not allow the hold of those who spread their reach'd hands
toward you.

Allons! after the GREAT COMPANIONS! and to belong to them! 150
They too are on the road! they are the swift and majestic men; they
are the greatest women.
Over that which hinder'd them--over that which retarded--passing
impediments large or small,
Committers of crimes, committers of many beautiful virtues,
Enjoyers of calms of seas, and storms of seas,
Sailors of many a ship, walkers of many a mile of land,
Habitués of many distant countries, habitués of far-distant dwellings,
Trusters of men and women, observers of cities, solitary toilers,
Pausers and contemplators of tufts, blossoms, shells of the shore,
Dancers at wedding-dances, kissers of brides, tender helpers of
children, bearers of children,
Soldiers of revolts, standers by gaping graves, lowerers down of
coffins, 160
Journeyers over consecutive seasons, over the years--the curious
years, each emerging from that which preceded it,
Journeyers as with companions, namely, their own diverse phases,
Forth-steppers from the latent unrealized baby-days,
Journeyers gayly with their own youth--Journeyers with their bearded
and well-grain'd manhood,
Journeyers with their womanhood, ample, unsurpass'd, content,
Journeyers with their own sublime old age of manhood or womanhood,
Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the
Old age, flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.

Allons! to that which is endless, as it was beginningless,
To undergo much, tramps of days, rests of nights, 170
To merge all in the travel they tend to, and the days and nights they
tend to,
Again to merge them in the start of superior journeys;
To see nothing anywhere but what you may reach it and pass it,
To conceive no time, however distant, but what you may reach it and
pass it,
To look up or down no road but it stretches and waits for you--
however long, but it stretches and waits for you;
To see no being, not God's or any, but you also go thither,
To see no possession but you may possess it--enjoying all without
labor or purchase--abstracting the feast, yet not abstracting
one particle of it;
To take the best of the farmer's farm and the rich man's elegant
villa, and the chaste blessings of the well-married couple, and
the fruits of orchards and flowers of gardens,
To take to your use out of the compact cities as you pass through,
To carry buildings and streets with you afterward wherever you
go, 180
To gather the minds of men out of their brains as you encounter
them--to gather the love out of their hearts,
To take your lovers on the road with you, for all that you leave them
behind you,
To know the universe itself as a road--as many roads--as roads for
traveling souls.

The Soul travels;
The body does not travel as much as the soul;
The body has just as great a work as the soul, and parts away at last
for the journeys of the soul.

All parts away for the progress of souls;
All religion, all solid things, arts, governments,--all that was or
is apparent upon this globe or any globe, falls into niches and
corners before the procession of Souls along the grand roads of
the universe.

Of the progress of the souls of men and women along the grand roads
of the universe, all other progress is the needed emblem and

Forever alive, forever forward, 190
Stately, solemn, sad, withdrawn, baffled, mad, turbulent, feeble,
Desperate, proud, fond, sick, accepted by men, rejected by men,
They go! they go! I know that they go, but I know not where they go;
But I know that they go toward the best--toward something great.

Allons! whoever you are! come forth!
You must not stay sleeping and dallying there in the house, though
you built it, or though it has been built for you.

Allons! out of the dark confinement!
It is useless to protest--I know all, and expose it.

Behold, through you as bad as the rest,
Through the laughter, dancing, dining, supping, of people, 200
Inside of dresses and ornaments, inside of those wash'd and trimm'd
Behold a secret silent loathing and despair.

No husband, no wife, no friend, trusted to hear the confession;
Another self, a duplicate of every one, skulking and hiding it goes,
Formless and wordless through the streets of the cities, polite and
bland in the parlors,
In the cars of rail-roads, in steamboats, in the public assembly,
Home to the houses of men and women, at the table, in the bed-room,
Smartly attired, countenance smiling, form upright, death under the
breast-bones, hell under the skull-bones,
Under the broadcloth and gloves, under the ribbons and artificial
Keeping fair with the customs, speaking not a syllable of itself, 210
Speaking of anything else, but never of itself.

Allons! through struggles and wars!
The goal that was named cannot be countermanded.

Have the past struggles succeeded?
What has succeeded? yourself? your nation? nature?
Now understand me well--It is provided in the essence of things, that
from any fruition of success, no matter what, shall come forth
something to make a greater struggle necessary.

My call is the call of battle--I nourish active rebellion;
He going with me must go well arm'd;
He going with me goes often with spare diet, poverty, angry enemies,

Allons! the road is before us! 220
It is safe--I have tried it--my own feet have tried it well.

Allons! be not detain'd!
Let the paper remain on the desk unwritten, and the book on the shelf unopen'd!
Let the tools remain in the workshop! let the money remain unearn'd!
Let the school stand! mind not the cry of the teacher!
Let the preacher preach in his pulpit! let the lawyer plead in the court, and the judge expound the law.

Mon enfant! I give you my hand!
I give you my love, more precious than money,
I give you myself, before preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself? will you come travel with me? 230
Shall we stick by each other as long as we live?

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In Those Passage Ways He Passed His Days
But Believed His Passive Ways Must End
Knowing His Time Like All Others Will Run Out
He Takes The Role Of The Desperate Man"
Breathing Silence Conscious Stripped And Bare
I Know That What's Inside Them I Also Share
For Within Every Coward Lies A Slave
My Prison Is The Darkness Theirs The Need To Be Led
For Within Every Hour Lies A Day
This Land I Know These People Are My Own
All That Remains Hidden Will Soon Be Shown
For Beneath Every Tower Lies Its Grave
A One Man Army Fights An Imaginary War
Far Within Myself Only I Know What For
Come Now
See How
Drop Drop Down And Liquidfy
I'll Give The World To You
Drop Drop Down And Sanctify
I Promise All The Truth
I'll Give You More Than Eyes
I'll Give You More
I'll Give You More Than Your Two Eyes
The Truth The Truth The Truth
On Their Knees Blessing Light
Come With Me Rule The Night
Take The Chance Ride The Beast
Join The Famine Or The Feast
But They Won't Hear They Just Stare
They Don't Care They Wouldn't Dare
To Live Live Live Beyond Their Walls
Each Tower In My Sight
Each Tower In My Way
I'll Turn These Words To Swords
Spoken Tonight

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Cant Hold Us Down

So what am I not supposed to have an opinion
Should I be quiet just because Im a woman
Call me a bitch cos I speak whats on my mind
Guess its easier for you to swallow if I sat and smiled
When a female fires back
Suddenly the target dont know how to act
So he does what any little boy will do
Making up a few false rumors or two
That for sure is not a man to me
Slanderin names for popularity
Its sad you only get your fame through controversy
But now its time for me to come and give you more to say
This is for my girls all around the world
Whove come across a man who dont respect your worth
Thinking all women should be seen, not heard
So what do we do girls?
Shout louder!
Letting them know were gonna stand our ground
Lift your hands high and wave them proud
Take a deep breath and say it loud
Never can, never will, cant hold us down
\nobody can hold us down
Nobody can hold us down
Nobody can hold us down
Never can, never will so what am I not supposed to say what Im saying
Are you offended by the message Im bringing
Call me whatever cos your words dont mean a thing
Guess you aint even a man enough to handle what I sing
If you look back in history
Its a common double standard of society
The guy gets all the glory the more he can score
While the girl can do the same and yet you call her a whore
I dont understand why its okay
The guy can get away with it & the girl gets named
All my ladies come together and make a change
Start a new beginning for us everybody sing
This is for my girls all around the world
Whove come across a man who dont respect your worth
Thinking all women should be seen, not heard
What do we do girls?
Shout louder!
Letting them know were gonna stand our ground
Lift your hands high and wave em proud
Take a deep breath and say it loud
Never can, never will, cant hold us down lil kim:
Check it - heres something I just cant understand
If the guy have three girls then hes the man
He can either give us some head, sex her off
If the girl do the same, then shes a whore
But the tables about to turn
Ill bet my fame on it
Cats take my ideas and put their name on it
Its aiight though, you cant hold me down
I got to keep on movin
To all my girls with a man who be tryin to mack
Do it right back to him and let that be that
You need to let him know that his game is whack
And lil kim and christina aguilera got your back
But youre just a little boy
Think youre so cute, so coy
You must talk so big
To make up for small lil things
So youre just a little boy
All youll do is annoy
You must talk so big
To make up for small lil things
This is for my girls...
This is for my girls all around the world
Whove come across a man who dont respect your worth
Thinking all women should be seen, not heard
So what do we do girls?
Shout louder!
Letting them know were gonna stand our ground
Lift your hands high and wave em proud
Take a deep breath and say it loud
Never can, never will, cant hold us down
This is for my girls all around the world
Whove come across a man who dont respect your worth
Thinking all women should be seen, not heard
So what do we do girls?
Shout louder!
Letting them know were gonna stand our ground
Lift your hands high and wave em proud
Take a deep breath and say it loud
Never can, never will, cant hold us down
Spread the word, cant hold us down

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Grow Freely

Be it your uncle or aunt,
Your brother or sister.
They won’t give you more
Than you could do to them
When you have sought their shelters.
Seek else where to grow freely.


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Raintown Boys

J. spinks
The raintown boys are leaving today
Heading on out to the shoreline
The greytown boys are tired of this place
Theyre not coming back anymore
Theyre gonna find a new life in the city
Dont wanna live in black and white
cos nothings gonna change the talkins over
Too many wasted years gone by
The raintown boys aint coming back to town no more
Theyve had enough of living in the past for sure
The sadtown girls are crying inside
Thoughts are out there in the darkness
Theyd given their hearts to the boys in the past
Now its so lonely without them
Its late at night but downtown in the city
They walk the streets - the lights turn red
A broken voice in their imagination
They cant believe the things she said
I can give you more than anyone can
Perfect strangers living in a new land
The raintown boys are so far away
Been living it up on the shore
No doubt in their minds theyre gonna stay
Theres nothing left to go home for
Theyve found a better life inside this city
Their fears are gone - their fortunes changed
Just like they were made for one another
The boys wont ever be the same
The raintown boys aint coming back to town no more
Theyve had enough of living in the past for sure
No more - no more - no more
No more - no more - no more

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A lots of pain

It pains me a lot when I think of past
The memory comes on and disappear very fast
I preferred isolation as it appealed
All other ideas stood as isolated and repealed

I am in for all sort of detachment
I never tried for attachment
I had to pretend several times and act
This is illogical but a fact

I miss my parent a lot
They suffered and always fought
For our upkeep and bright future
For which they were unsure

They had no other option
Life used to halt without any motion
Many unanswered questions puzzled
But still they kept on and bravely lead

They had taken only one decision
It proved correct nearly to the precision
Mother may sometimes silently cry
Father may feel guilty and shy

I still remember mother would come to me and utter
I will not la; low our dream to shatter
Let life prove so much tough
We may walk while facing the rough

We need to bring you up for future generation
You can stand on your feet without any question
You mays serve well with your own kid
When we will be able to acct as head

You got to rise and face the world
They may come and take me to their fold
I will hide the face and try to be bold
I was feeling warmth in severe cold

All past events sometimes make me cry
I am not able to think and ask why?
Why only my family had to undergo?
Why there was not any easy go?

As a boy I was following very little
The ship was in distress and turning turtle
It was different call and had to be faced
We all dis not wait for time and raced

As I grew with time and age
I was in position to manage
I did not feel helpless or in cage
I was taken over even by rage

We had all struggled to survive
We were in all total five
It was really a marathon challenge
Life was definitely on double edge

How may b e surviving the onslaught?
How many may be over coming the drought?
The rainfall may come once in year
What an unpleasant things always to hear?

It is difficult to live on with misery
You may curse and lament poverty
They are interlinked with our final destiny
Though our world might have looked very small and tiny

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All My Love

All my love came to nothing at all my love
When I woke up to find
You were no longer mine
All my love thrown away after all the time
Now theres no place for me in the future
You see
I dont understand you
Ive done all I can do
Tell me how could I give you more
More than all my love

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I Give You All I Have

I give you my love to heal your broken heart,
my heart to heal your pain,
my soul to keep you safe from harm,
all i ask in return is for you to love me back,
and for you to be safe,
as long as i'm hear no one may ever hurt you again,
no one will ever come between us,
you are my heart and soul,
i love you.

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In Another Place And Time

I can't lie
I was attracted too
somehow the feelings
were so strong inside
but I'm not free to be
in love with you maybe
things would be different
in another place and time

And I can't give you
all you want me to
and I know you deserve
the best from me
but I can't give you more
of all that you long for
I would have loved you
in another place and time

Dreams aren't always bound to come true
but that's no reason you should cry

'Cos I would have loved you
really loved you
in another place and time

I'm hurting deep inside
just want you to know

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Step By Step

Step by step
Gonna get to you girl
Step by step ooh baby
Gonna get to you girl
Step by step ooh baby
Really want you in my world
Hey girl in your eyes
I see a picture of me all the time
And girl when you smile
You got to know that you drive me wild
Step by step
Ooh baby
Youre always on my mind
Step by step
Ooh girl
I really think its just a matter of time
Hey girl cant you see
Ive got to have you all just for me
And girl yes its true
No one else will ever do
Step one
We can have lots of fun
Step two
Theres so much we can do
Step three
Its just you and me
Step four
I can give you more
Step five
Dont you know the time has arrived

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Be Patient, Trust Me, Do As I Say

You won’t believe the things for you I have in store
As time goes by, I’ll give you more and more
Be patient, trust me, do as I say
And I’ll continue guiding you day by day

You’ll never guess the plans I have for you
Continue always asking me what I want you to do
Be patient, trust me, do as I say
And I’ll continue guiding you day by day

You can’t even imagine the places you will go
When tomorrow comes, I’ll let you know
For today, be patient, trust me, do as I say
And I’ll continue guiding you day by day

I’ve finally understood your sole request today
That’s all I have to do, just listen and obey
Be patient, trust you, and do as you say…

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In Another Place & Time

I cant lie
I was attracted too
Somehow the feelings
Were so strong inside
But Im not free to be
In love with you maybe
Things would be different
In another place and time
And I cant give you
All you want me to
And I know you deserve
The best from me
But I cant give you more
Of all that you long for
I would have loved you
In another place and time
Dreams arent always bound to come true
But thats no reason you should cry
cos I would have loved you
Really loved you
In another place and time
Im hurting deep inside
Just want you to know
Oh, I would have loved you
Oh yeah, in another place and time
Fate cant always be led by you
The time aint right for you and i
In another place and time
In another place and time...

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It Is Just Like A Dream

It is just like a dream when you lack communication,
Nine years in riches as you claim it to be;
But i will like to say,
Welcome to the club.
It was the mystic of the air which sounded the echo,
Like a joyful song to see my friend once again;
Nine years in absence do tell it all.
Is it a dream or, just a trip from japan?
This is the state of my mind to the oracles.
Here he was in a different style,
It was just like a dream to me;
He saw the changes of our life styles too.
Welcome home, welcome to Ghana;
The very home you left some years ago.
What do you expect when you lack communication?
Right from the oracles to the realms at large;
How is it in Japan as compared to Africa? !
Take a clue from this and do get in touch always.
Ask 'Rocky Dawuni' and 'Kofi Annan' and,
They will tell you more about life;
My friend, welcome home.

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Sick And Tired

My love is on the line
A little late for all the things you didnt say
Im not sad for you
But Im sad for all the time I had to waste
Cause I learned the truth
Your heart is in a place I no longer wanna be
I knew thered come a day
Id set you free
Cause Im sick and tired
Of always being sick and tired
Your love isnt fair
You live in a world where you didnt listen
And you didnt care
So Im floating
Im floating on air
No warning of such a sad song
Of broken hearts
My dreams of fairy tales and fantasy
Were torn apart
I lost my peace of mind
Somewhere along the way
I knew thered come a time
Youd hear my say
Im sick and tired
Of always being sick and tired
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Your love isnt fair
You live in a world where you didnt listen
And you didnt care
So Im floating
Im floating on air
My love is on the line
Your love isnt fair
You live in a world where you didnt listen
And you didnt care
So Im floating
Im floating on air

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you think you know my life
you dont
im not the same girl i used to be
the one who was so stupid to give you
more chances to hurt me
not realizing that thats all you wanted
when i look back at those dark memories
i realise that you were just a phase
i found someone better
someone who actually loves me
for who i am and thinks im beautiful
he treats me good unlike you
you cheated and lied
you will never know how much i cried
im alive now but much more defensive
you said you wanted me and would always love me
it was a lie just like everything else
but unlike the other lies
i like this one
cuz it means you finally let go
although you hurt me and faught with me
needlessly countless times
i dont feel stupid anymore
nor am i weak like i was
my true love helped me see that you
really are nothing to me
so after i write this poem
your memory will be thrown away
never to be seen or thought of again
he gets me through the day
unlike you who made me want to end it all
with him i can stand tall

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The Love In Me

(l. stansfield/i. devaney/a. morris)
I aint puttin you in no cage
I aint puttin no chains on you, baby
The love in me
If you believe in love then youll believe in me
cause Im everythin you want
And baby, Im everything you need
I know where youre coming from
cause Im a woman
Im freer than the breeze
And fresher than the air that you breath
Ohhh, my heart is breakin
Ohhh, when its tired and achin for love
Ill give you more
Its the love in me, has to be, all that you need
A love that less, cant possess
All that I have to set you free
The love in me
Youll always be free
To come and go as you please
cause baby I know youll
Always want to come back to me
Behind every good man there lies a woman
And incidentally, Im the woman you need
Ohhh, my heart is breakin
Ohhh, when its tired and achin for love
Ill give you more
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I aint puttin no chains on you, baby
I aint puttin no chains on you
Ohhh, when your heart is breakin
Ohhh, when its tired and achin for love
Ill give you more

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