Smile You Please Oh My Sweet Heart
smile you please.smile you please
oh my sweet heart smile you please
if you smile i think you don't lost anything
if you smile i wana made a one new taj mahal
just for you'r sweet smile
poem by Gias Uddin Farooqi
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If You Wanna Stay
Go if you wana go, stay if you wana stay
My hearts not a game you can play with and out away
Baby tryin' to figure you out, could make a man go insane
So just go if you wana go, stay if you wana stay...
Dream what you want to dream, be who you gotta be
I never wana be the one who kept you from being free
But girl I gotta know what you want, 'cause I've takin' all I can take
So just go if you wana go, stay if you wana stay...
Every time you decide, to spread your wings and fly
You make the same mistake, and I can't take anymore goodbyes
So baby just go if you wana go, stay if you wana stay...
Every time you decide, to spread your wings and fly
You make the same mistake, and I can't take anymore goodbyes
So baby just go if you wana go, stay if you wana stay...
I don't wana lose everything our love has made
But I don't wana feel alone everytime you go away
So just go if you wana go, stay if you wana stay...
Mmmm baby just go if you wana go, stay if you wana stay...
song performed by Keith Urban
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[9] O, Moon, My Sweet-heart!
O, Moon, My Sweet-heart!
[LOVE POEMS]
POET: MAHENDRA BHATNAGAR
POEMS
1 Passion And Compassion / 1
2 Affection
3 Willing To Live
4 Passion And Compassion / 2
5 Boon
6 Remembrance
7 Pretext
8 To A Distant Person
9 Perception
10 Conclusion
10 You (1)
11 Symbol
12 You (2)
13 In Vain
14 One Night
15 Suddenly
16 Meeting
17 Touch
18 Face To Face
19 Co-Traveller
20 Once And Once only
21 Touchstone
22 In Chorus
23 Good Omens
24 Even Then
25 An Evening At ‘Tighiraa’ (1)
26 An Evening At ‘Tighiraa’ (2)
27 Life Aspirant
28 To The Condemned Woman
29 A Submission
30 At Midday
31 I Accept
32 Who Are You?
33 Solicitation
34 Accept Me
35 Again After Ages …
36 Day-Dreaming
37 Who Are You?
38 You Embellished In Song
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poem by Mahendra Bhatnagar
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Wonder of work's
Some budy
Told love is
A taj mahal
Is the one of
Beauty ful bulding
For loving
The king of S. khan
Wife mumthaj
Momey of the
Loving bulding;
Is the taj mahal...!
Taj mahal is
Lovely and great
Bulding...
But; that is not
Great vision...
To the white
Tails and marble's...
Its not...
Thousands
Thousands
Labur people
Hands and to
The work's;
Is a taj mahal
To day
Great beautyful
Bulding...
Not for love only...
Wonder of
work's always
Making only...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Bakit Labis Kitang Mahal
(alex mallillin)
Mula nang makilala ka, aking mahal
di ako mapalagay
Sa kakaisip ko sa yo
Lagi na lang ikaw ang alaala ko
Kahit nasaan ka man
Larawan moy natatanaw
Maging sa pagtulog ay panaginip ka
Pagkat ang nais ko sana
Kapiling ka sa twina
Ano bang nakita
Ng puso kong ito sa yo
Kapag ikay kasama
Anong ligaya ko sinta
Refrain:
Bakit labis kitang mahal
Yakap moy di ko malimutan
Bakit labis kitang mahal
Sumpa man, iniibig kita
Mula nang makilala ka, aking mahal
di ako mapalagay
Sa kakaisip ko sa yo
Lagi na lang ikaw ang alaala ko
Kahit nasaan ka man
Larawan moy natatanaw
Maging sa pagtulog ay panaginip ka
Pagkat ang nais ko sana
Kapiling ka sa twina
Ano bang nakita
Ng puso kong ito sa yo
Kapag ikay kasama
Anong ligaya ko sinta
Bakit labis kitang mahal
Yakap moy di ko malimutan
Bakit labis kitang mahal
Sumpa man, iniibig kita
Bakit labis kitang mahal
Yakap moy di ko malimutan
Bakit labis kitang mahal
Sumpa man, iniibig kita
song performed by Lea Salonga
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All The Things I Wana Call You
I WANA CALL YOU MY BOO BECAUSE YOU MAKE ME SO HAPPY DOING THE LITTLE THINGS YOU DO. I WANA CALL YOU MY TEDDY BEAR BECAUSE I CAN CUDDLE WITH AND YOU CAN SHOW ME YOU CARE. I WANA CALL YOU MY KNIGHT BECAUSE YOU CAME ALONG AND CHANGED MY LIFE. I WANA CALL YOU MY KING BECAUSE YOU HAVE A LOT GOING FOR YOU AND YOU JUST 18. I WANA CALL YOU MY FUTURE BECAUSE YOU STOLE MY HEART FROM THE VERY START. MOST OF ALL I WANT TO ONE DAY CALL YOU MY HUSBAND BECAUSE THEN I'LL HAVE YOU FOREVER AND I'LL ALWAYS BE HAPPY. BABY I WANT YOU TO LOVE ME FOREVER YOU'LL BE MY NIGHT AND I'LL BE YOUR CINDERELLA.
I LOVE YOU
poem by Kennika Jones
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Morning Desire
(dave loggins)
Here its seven in the am,
Its gonna take more then wakin to rise me
I wake up with this need again
But feel the love of the woman beside me
Its just one of those days
When I wana lay here with her
And love her before I leave
And listen to the rain fall up on the roof
And the thunder sounds like horses hooves
Oh I listen to her breathe
And it makes me wana wake her up
And tell her that Im on fire
With morning desire
It looks like Im gonna be late again
And I need to get up and get movin
And Im tryin
But the longer I keep stalling
The more I think about callin in and lieing here
Its just one of those days
When I wana stay here with her
And watch her while she sleeps
And listen to the rain fall up on the roof
And the thunder sounds like horses hooves
Oh I listen to her breathe
And it makes me wana wake her up
And tell her that Im on fire
With morning desire
Well I love to hear the rain fallin on the roof
And the thunder sounds like horses hooves
Oh I listen to her breathe
And it makes me wana wake her up
And tell her that Im on fire
With morning desire
With morning desire
song performed by Kenny Rogers
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Ang Locket ni Inay
Ang locket ni Inay, ginto't kumikinang
Ay aking kinuha sa kanyang lagayan
Ito'y nilagyan ko ng litrato ni 'sweet'
At sa aking leeg, agad isinabit
Ang aking kwintas ay nakita ni mahal
At ang kanyang tanong, 'Saan ba galing 'yan? ?
Yan ba'y binili mo o merong nagbigay? '
''Di ko 'to binili, bigay 'to ni Inay.
At ang litrato mo'y dito daw ilagay
Sagisag ng tunay ko na pagmamahal.'
'Ay ang ganda naman, puwede bang makita? '
'Aba'y puwedeng-puwede, siyempre, mahal kita.'
Nakita ni mahal ang kanyang larawan
At kilig na kilig, ako'y hinalikan
Kasabay ang sabing 'Ay! Ang sweet mo naman! '
Ngitngit ni Bathala, locket, nabitawan
Bumagsak at ang lihim ko'y sumamburay
Litrato sa locket pala'y tatlong suson
Siyempre ang kay mahal sa ibabaw nar'on
Dahil siya ang aking kaharap ko noon
'Imbi! Palamara! Sukab! Talipandas! '
Ang sabi ni mahal, mata'y nagniningas
'De locket-locket pa ay three-timer naman!
Puso nama'y taksil pa at salawahan! '
'Isa kang hunyango, nag-iibang-kulay
Kung sino'ng kaharap ay siyang minamahal! '
'Mahal, patawad na, ako'y nagsisisi
Sa aking ginawang sa 'yo'y pang-oonse.'
'Eto ang sa iyo! ' (PAK) 'Naku po! Aray! '
Yan ang kasaysayan ng locket ni Inay.
At malaking bukol, nasa aking ulo
Na dahil sa locket at pagka-chickboy ko
'Aruy! Aruy! Aruy! ' ay aking natamo
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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Bomb-Bay
'Bomb-Bay' oh Bombay! !
Of the tears of many eyes that saw your dead;
With killers in Jeans and T-Shirts.
The 'Taj Mahal Palace' was in flames!
And, why should people hate others so much like this?
Why?
The horror of bombs and the death people that was recorded,
Oh India! ! Why should this occur to you?
'Bomb-Bay' oh Bombay! Of the terrorists acts against you;
Mumbai oh Mumbai, then came the explosions on................
The Metro Cinema,
The Cama and Albless Hospital,
The Trident Oberi Hotel,
The Chowpatly Beach,
The Administrative Office in Mimbai,
The Gokuldas Tejpal Hospital,
The Chhatrapati-Shivaji Main Station,
The State Bank of India,
The Leopald Cafe,
The Taj-Mahal-Hotel,
And the Nariman House.
Bombs were on Bombay like 'Bomb-Bay'!
But many people died at the main station and the Taj-Mahal-Hotel;
It was a sad news on this sad day of many bombs!
Why Mumbai? In the land of the Hindus.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Undying One- Canto III
'THERE is a sound the autumn wind doth make
Howling and moaning, listlessly and low:
Methinks that to a heart that ought to break
All the earth's voices seem to murmur so.
The visions that crost
Our path in light--
The things that we lost
In the dim dark night--
The faces for which we vainly yearn--
The voices whose tones will not return--
That low sad wailing breeze doth bring
Borne on its swift and rushing wing.
Have ye sat alone when that wind was loud,
And the moon shone dim from the wintry cloud?
When the fire was quench'd on your lonely hearth,
And the voices were still which spoke of mirth?
If such an evening, tho' but one,
It hath been yours to spend alone--
Never,--though years may roll along
Cheer'd by the merry dance and song;
Though you mark'd not that bleak wind's sound before,
When louder perchance it used to roar--
Never shall sound of that wintry gale
Be aught to you but a voice of wail!
So o'er the careless heart and eye
The storms of the world go sweeping by;
But oh! when once we have learn'd to weep,
Well doth sorrow his stern watch keep.
Let one of our airy joys decay--
Let one of our blossoms fade away--
And all the griefs that others share
Seem ours, as well as theirs, to bear:
And the sound of wail, like that rushing wind
Shall bring all our own deep woe to mind!
'I went through the world, but I paused not now
At the gladsome heart and the joyous brow:
I went through the world, and I stay'd to mark
Where the heart was sore, and the spirit dark:
And the grief of others, though sad to see,
Was fraught with a demon's joy to me!
'I saw the inconstant lover come to take
Farewell of her he loved in better days,
And, coldly careless, watch the heart-strings break--
Which beat so fondly at his words of praise.
She was a faded, painted, guilt-bow'd thing,
Seeking to mock the hues of early spring,
When misery and years had done their worst
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poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
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Three Women
My love is young, so young;
Young is her cheek, and her throat,
And life is a song to be sung
With love the word for each note.
Young is her cheek and her throat;
Her eyes have the smile o' May.
And love is the word for each note
In the song of my life to-day.
Her eyes have the smile o' May;
Her heart is the heart of a dove,
And the song of my life to-day
Is love, beautiful love.
Her heart is the heart of a dove,
Ah, would it but fly to my breast
Where love, beautiful love,
Has made it a downy nest.
Ah, would she but fly to my breast,
My love who is young, so young;
I have made her a downy nest
And life is a song to be sung.
1
I.
A dull little station, a man with the eye
Of a dreamer; a bevy of girls moving by;
A swift moving train and a hot Summer sun,
The curtain goes up, and our play is begun.
The drama of passion, of sorrow, of strife,
Which always is billed for the theatre Life.
It runs on forever, from year unto year,
With scarcely a change when new actors appear.
It is old as the world is-far older in truth,
For the world is a crude little planet of youth.
And back in the eras before it was formed,
The passions of hearts through the Universe stormed.
Maurice Somerville passed the cluster of girls
Who twisted their ribbons and fluttered their curls
In vain to attract him; his mind it was plain
Was wholly intent on the incoming train.
That great one eyed monster puffed out its black breath,
Shrieked, snorted and hissed, like a thing bent on death,
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Double Helix Abecedarian - Xylophonic Resonance He Licks Enigmatic
XYLOPHONIC RESONANCE HE LICKS ENIGMATIC
Kindly refer to notes. and see Temptations and Poetic Pizza Extravaganza below :)
Xylophonic Resonance
double helix abecedarian
The first line begins with A and ends with Z
the next line begins with Z and ends with A
The next line begins with B and ends with Y
The next line begins with Y and ends with B
The next line begins with C and ends with X
The next line begins with X and ends with C
A to Z top down A to Z bottom up
All fizzle, finish frazzled, launched with fizZ.
Zero dreams teem when spirit seems at seA
Because most adepts of philosophY
Yearn for zenith seldom dwell on ebB,
Carpe diem value, seeking sea, sun, seX.
Xylem tree of life’s cannibalistiC
Desires corrupt deeds most men seW,
With survival’s urge soon lost indeeD.
Events churn causal patterns, AsimoV
Viewed clearly, took as starship journey cuE
Finding worlds which may appeal to yoU,
Unknown reader from beyond Time’s gulF -
Great divide between those past, those lefT -
Time travellers peruse these lines to sinG
High praise of poets who’ll know no more springS.
Spontaneousl prose poem picks pensive patH
In patter pattern, feet dance to empoweR.
Rhythm harmonious, need no alibI,
Joins sense, style versatile, from mind's H.Q.,
Questions seeks, finds answers. Soujourn’s hadJ
Knowledge acquires to share more than to keeP,
Pipes clear to others drifting through the darK.
Lark sings dawn’s welcome song, and each man’s taO
Opens connections, on life’s sea a-saiL
Ma d, sad, glad, bad, for threescore years and teN
Never certain of his mortal aiM,
Nor sure to gain posthumous fame, acclaiM,
Making ends meet in hope to rise agaiN
On judgement day should trust and faith prevaiL.
Life-spans increase but trite hullabaloO
Prepares too few for winding sheet, corpse starK,
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But For Being Lost
As black imbued black, so was rendered the pitch of darkness
That befogged this godforsaken yard of graves -
And too the dank, ‘til now forgotten chapel that
Did little to grace these forlorn grounds.
Yet here stood I, seemingly first to tread this weed-ridden soil
Since times of yore when life had erstwhile blessed this land.
But for being lost in solitude - as does a country wanderer -
Would I not have happened across this morbid landscape.
And though detail rendered barely visible to my naked eye –
For desperately had the moon tried to break through this jet fog –
A sense of something suffused the place.
Was it those tormented spirits desperate for absolution,
Or perhaps the gargoyles teasing me on whether they be of stone or living flesh?
I was drawn to the oak door as it enticingly opened in passage for me.
The organ called from down the nave and through the pale orange of unsteady light
- that which could only be mustered from the few discoloured, moribund candles.
Could I also hear a distant choir of stern voices, as if in effort to scold me?
As I approached, those tarnished pipes came into view.
Standing erect with gothic pride, they bore down on me with patronising air -
Exaggerated by the disjointed sneering of minor chords,
As if to state that insignificant I had henceforth no grant of solace.
In answer, I steadied my rocking legs and racing mind to wonder of this scenario.
And in doing so, I found myself waking from a cramped dream –
Whence the message dawned: mine had been such a claustrophobic life.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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The Dream
'TWAS summer eve; the changeful beams still play'd
On the fir-bark and through the beechen shade;
Still with soft crimson glow'd each floating cloud;
Still the stream glitter'd where the willow bow'd;
Still the pale moon sate silent and alone,
Nor yet the stars had rallied round her throne;
Those diamond courtiers, who, while yet the West
Wears the red shield above his dying breast,
Dare not assume the loss they all desire,
Nor pay their homage to the fainter fire,
But wait in trembling till the Sun's fair light
Fading, shall leave them free to welcome Night!
So when some Chief, whose name through realms afar
Was still the watchword of succesful war,
Met by the fatal hour which waits for all,
Is, on the field he rallied, forced to fall,
The conquerors pause to watch his parting breath,
Awed by the terrors of that mighty death;
Nor dare the meed of victory to claim,
Nor lift the standard to a meaner name,
Till every spark of soul hath ebb'd away,
And leaves what was a hero, common clay.
Oh! Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth
To dim enchantments; melting Heaven with Earth,
Leaving on craggy hills and rumning streams
A softness like the atmosphere of dreams;
Thy hour to all is welcome! Faint and sweet
Thy light falls round the peasant's homeward feet,
Who, slow returning from his task of toil,
Sees the low sunset gild the cultured soil,
And, tho' such radliance round him brightly glows,
Marks the small spark his cottage window throws.
Still as his heart forestals his weary pace,
Fondly he dreams of each familiar face,
Recalls the treasures of his narrow life,
His rosy children, and his sunburnt wife,
To whom his coming is the chief event
Of simple days in cheerful labour spent.
The rich man's chariot hath gone whirling past,
And those poor cottagers have only cast
One careless glance on all that show of pride,
Then to their tasks turn'd quietly aside;
But him they wait for, him they welcome home,
Fond sentinels look forth to see him come;
The fagot sent for when the fire grew dim,
The frugal meal prepared, are all for him;
For him the watching of that sturdy boy,
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Baby Youuuu
BABY YOUUU
Baby girl you make me feel alright; make love in the morning and love in the night
Baby girl you make me feel just right; food pon my plate 24hrs a day that's right
Baby girl I'm gonna keep loving you if it's alright; no need to fuss no need to fight
Baby youuuu
Baby girl how can I ever stop loving you? Our love is so real and true
Baby girl it's only about the kids me and you; I wana spend my life with you
Don't need no other girl you don't need another man I was made to be yours and you my boo
Baby youuuu
Baby girl let's take a minute and think, think about the future
Baby girl I really wana give you that other daughter
Hope it's not a problem but I wana get married to you in the near future
Baby youuuu
Baby girl you are part of my heart mind body and soul
Baby girl with you I wana grow so so old and watch our kids grow
Baby girl I just love watching our love flow …….
Baby youuuu
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I'll be me
I wana be a pretty girl
one whos loved by guys everywhere
I wana be a strong girl
one whos not afraid to be hurt
I wana be a perfect girl
one that makes my mother proud
I wana be your girl
one your always around
but I guess I'll just be this girl
one who's barely noticed
I guess I'll be a random girl
one who's making faces
I guess I'll be a choir girl
one who's always got a song to sing
i guess i'll be this girl
one who is me
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Panaginip
Nagtitipon na ang puso ko 'pag ako'y inaantok
Wala na 'kong pakialam kahit papakin pa ng lamok
Kahit mainit, malamig basta't napasandal
Dire-diretso na ang tulog kahit bumarandal
Well, okey lang, alam ko naman na magkikita pa naman
Tayong dalawa sa may tagpuan tayo lang ang may alam
Maramdaman na kahit minsan na ako'y iyong mahal
Subalit nagising na lang ako na meron nang sumasakal
Umaandar pa rin ang isip ko na kasama pa kita
Kahit sinasampal nila ako, nakikita pa kita
Ano nga bang pinakain mo, bakit patay na patay ako
Pati na nga trabaho ko, napabayaan ko
Ipagtatapat sa 'yo ikaw lang ang aking pantasya
Sagutin mo lang ako, ililibot kita sa Asya
Buong hacienda, ipapamana sa iyo
Okey na sana ang lahat, bakit ginising mo pa ako
CHORUS
Kung panaginip ka lang, ayaw ko nang magising pa
'Pagkat nadarama'y ligaya
Lahat ng naisin mo'y aking ibibigay
'Pagkat ikaw ay aking mahal
Pagbigyan mo naman ako, minsan na lamang hihiling
Pagkatapos naman nito, patuloy kitang mamahalin
'Wag mo namang palampasin ang gabing ito nang 'di malinaw
'Paliwanag mo nang mabuti pero 'wag mong isigaw
Napahiyaw 'pagkat nangyari ang aking inaasam
Kahit medyo suntok sa buwan at least 'di na manghihiram
Kay Ka Bunegro na may gawa ng matatamis na panaginip
Luluwang na ang paghinga, ang puso'y 'di na maninikip
Pinapahigpit mo pa nga ang yakap, ako nama'y tuwang-tuwa
At ang milagro ngang ito, sa isip ko, walang-wala
Binale-wala ang mga kantsaw na 'di raw tayo nababagay
Ako mismo, 'di makapaniwala na sa 'kin ka pa bibigay
Pinagpalagay ko na lang ang lahat ay kaloob sa 'kin ng Diyos
Kailanma'y 'di babastusin, susundin lahat ng utos
Hanggang mapaos sa awitin, sana nama'y iyong dinggin
At kung panaginip lang ito, sana'y 'di na ko magising
[Repeat CHORUS]
3RD STANZA BACKGROUND
Nasa'n ka man ngayon
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Rosalind and Helen: a Modern Eclogue
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child.
SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como.
HELEN
Come hither, my sweet Rosalind.
'T is long since thou and I have met;
And yet methinks it were unkind
Those moments to forget.
Come, sit by me. I see thee stand
By this lone lake, in this far land,
Thy loose hair in the light wind flying,
Thy sweet voice to each tone of even
United, and thine eyes replying
To the hues of yon fair heaven.
Come, gentle friend! wilt sit by me?
And be as thou wert wont to be
Ere we were disunited?
None doth behold us now; the power
That led us forth at this lone hour
Will be but ill requited
If thou depart in scorn. Oh, come,
And talk of our abandoned home!
Remember, this is Italy,
And we are exiles. Talk with me
Of that our land, whose wilds and floods,
Barren and dark although they be,
Were dearer than these chestnut woods;
Those heathy paths, that inland stream,
And the blue mountains, shapes which seem
Like wrecks of childhood's sunny dream;
Which that we have abandoned now,
Weighs on the heart like that remorse
Which altered friendship leaves. I seek
No more our youthful intercourse.
That cannot be! Rosalind, speak,
Speak to me! Leave me not! When morn did come,
When evening fell upon our common home,
When for one hour we parted,--do not frown;
I would not chide thee, though thy faith is broken;
But turn to me. Oh! by this cherished token
Of woven hair, which thou wilt not disown,
Turn, as 't were but the memory of me,
And not my scornèd self who prayed to thee!
ROSALIND
Is it a dream, or do I see
And hear frail Helen? I would flee
Thy tainting touch; but former years
Arise, and bring forbidden tears;
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poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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I Can See For Miles
I know you've deceived me, now here's a surprise
I know you've deceived me, now here's a surprise
I know that you have 'cause there's magic in my eyes
I know that you have 'cause there's magic in my eyes
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
If you think that I don't know about the little tricks you've played
If you think that i don't know about the little tricks you've played
And never see you when deliberately you put things in my way
And never see you when deliberately you put things in my way
Well, here's a poke at you
Well, here's a poke at you
You're gonna choke on it too
You're gonna choke on it too
You're gonna lose that smile
You're gonna lose that smile
Beacuse all the while
Beacuse all the while
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
You took advantage of my trust in you when I was so far away
You took advantage of my trust in you when i was so far away
I saw you holding lots of other guys and now you've got the nerve to say
I saw you holding lots of other guys and now you've got the nerve to say
That you still want me
That you still want me
Well, that's as may be
Well, that's as may be
But you gotta stand trial
But you gotta stand trial
Because all the while
Because all the while
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
I know you've deceived me, now here's a surprise
I know you've deceived me, now here's a surprise
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song performed by Styx
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The Idols
An Ode
Luce intellettual, piena d' amore
Prelude
Lo, the spirit of a pulsing star within a stone
Born of earth, sprung from night!
Prisoned with the profound fires of the light
That lives like all the tongues of eloquence
Locked in a speech unknown!
The crystal, cold and hard as innocence,
Immures the flame; and yet as if it knew
Raptures or pangs it could not but betray,
As if the light could feel changes of blood and breath
And all--but--human quiverings of the sense,
Throbs of a sudden rose, a frosty blue,
Shoot thrilling in its ray,
Like the far longings of the intellect
Restless in clouding clay.
Who has confined the Light? Who has held it a slave,
Sold and bought, bought and sold?
Who has made of it a mystery to be doled,
Or trophy, to awe with legendary fire,
Where regal banners wave?
And still into the dark it sends Desire.
In the heart's darkness it sows cruelties.
The bright jewel becomes a beacon to the vile,
A lodestar to corruption, envy's own:
Soiled with blood, fought for, clutched at; this world's prize,
Captive Authority. Oh, the star is stone
To all that outward sight,
Yet still, like truth that none has ever used,
Lives lost in its own light.
Troubled I fly. O let me wander again at will
(Far from cries, far from these
Hard blindnesses and frozen certainties!)
Where life proceeds in vastness unaware
And stirs profound and still:
Where leafing thoughts at shy touch of the air
Tremble, and gleams come seeking to be mine,
Or dart, like suddenly remembered youth,
Like the ache of love, a light, lost, found, and lost again.
Surely in the dusk some messenger was there!
But, haunted in the heart, I thirst, I pine.--
Oh, how can truth be truth
Except I taste it close and sweet and sharp
As an apple to the tooth?
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poem by Robert Laurence Binyon
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He's Building A Taj Mahal
A deified temple of love
No matter what she says
No matter what she does
He doesn't give up
He won't give up
He's building a Taj Mahal
A deified temple of love
For a shy shadow bodiless her
Each day one more brick
She says cease from your labour
I'm not a stone
I'm not a tower
I'm not a temple
No matter what she says
No matter what she does
He keeps on building
Building a Taj Mahal
The day he's gone
The temple will vanish
A bubble burst temple of love
The day she's gone
The tower will disappear
A bubble burst temple of love
Drawn in earthly notes
Everything's written on a wind
Bubble burst blown away
A shadow for a shadow
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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