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Please Mr. Postman

( stop )
Oh yes, wait a minute
Mister postman
( wait )
Wait mister postman
(*) please mister postman look and see
( oh yeah )
If there's a letter in your bag for me
( please, please, mister postman )
Why's it takin' such a long time
( oh yeah )
For me to hear from that boy of mine
There must be
Some word today
From my boyfriend
So far away
Please mister postman
Look and see
If there's a letter
A letter for me
I've been standin' here
Waitin' mister postman
So patiently
For just a card
Or just a letter
Sayin' he's returning'
Home to me
Repeat (*)
So many days
You passed me by
See the tears
Standin' in my eyes
You didn't stop
To make me feel better
By leavin' me
A card or a letter
Repeat (*)
( why don't you check it and see one more time
For me you gotta )
Wait a minute, wait a minute...
( mister postman )
Mister postman look and see
( c'mon deliver the letter, the sooner, the better )
Mister postman

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Trust Defined

TRUST

Every time I hear this word my stomach aches. My head thumps.

A word that seems to carry so much strength and emotion.
'You can always trust me'.
Rather than hear those words, I prefer to dive face first into a syringe filled ocean

TRUST
Makes everyone second guess themselves and the actions of others.
I know I have made some mistakes.
Ruined our friendship.
Told horrid lies on you.
Stepped on you over and over just to play the martyr.

TRUST me please
translation: Wait til you see what's next.

TRUST
Weakens the strongest of the strong
TRUST
Strengthens the weakest of the weak

TRUST
Or lack there of.
Stimulated
Wars.
Deaths
Homicides
Suicides
Fears
Adultery
A need to rub on the 'Jesus Deodorant' more than once weekly

TRUST
Not a word to take lightly.
TRUST
Makes and breaks
Friendships
Marriages
Families
Any type of relationship and communication between others.

TRUST
Is never to be taken for granted
TRUST
When asked to do so will make our judgment slanted.

TRUST
The strongest four letter word every spoken.
So necessary though.
Society wrapped it all up in a five letter bow

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Selfish

Well, its too late for givin in
Ive been waitin for too long
Theres no way that I could lose
Givin me the love youve been holding back
Today Im not gonna wait
Not anymore, the time is now
Id give up everything
Just to have you for myself
Cuz when I think about it
Your love, your kiss
I never felt anything like this
Youre sent from above
Im so in love
When I think about it
Your touch, your smile
I never felt anything like this
And I know its real
Its just the way that I feel
Im just a little bit
Im selfish
I dont wanna share you with anybody else
Dont want them hugging you
Touching you, feeling you, kissing you
You could call me selfish
Im selfish
I dont want to share you with anybody else
I dont want no one around you
Calling you, paging you
You can call me selfish
Should I stop trippin and let it flow?
It happened a long time ago
Damn, boy you hurt me so
When you cheated on me with that other lady
Well, I felt embarassed and ashamed
And to top it, you called out her name
Keep thinking Im the one to blame
Still, I took you back
When I think about it
Your love, your kiss
I never felt anything like this
Youre sent from above
Im so in love
When I think about it
Your touch, your smile
I never felt anything like this
And I know its real
Its just the way that I feel
Im just a little bit
Im selfish
I dont wanna share you with anybody else
Dont want them hugging you
Touching you, feeling you, kissing you
You could call me selfish
Im selfish
I dont want to share you with anybody else
I dont want no one around you
Calling you, paging you
You can call me selfish
There are reasons why I care
The way you love me seems so unreal
There are times when I feel scared
Cuz you had a girl when we first met
I close my eyes and pray
That you would be more truthful baby
Be the love of my lifetime
Say that youll be mine
Im selfish
I dont wanna share you with anybody else
Dont want them hugging you
Touching you, feeling you, kissing you
You could call me selfish
Im selfish
I dont want to share you with anybody else
I dont want no one around you
Calling you, paging you
You can call me selfish
Im selfish
I dont wanna share you with anybody else
Dont want them hugging you
Touching you, feeling you, kissing you
You could call me selfish
Im selfish
I dont want to share you with anybody else
I dont want no one around you
Calling you, paging you
You can call me selfish
Im selfish
I dont wanna share you with anybody else
Dont want them hugging you
Touching you, feeling you, kissing you
You could call me selfish
Im selfish
I dont want to share you with anybody else
I dont want no one around you
Calling you, paging you
You can call me selfish

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The Three Taverns

When the brethren heard of us, they came to meet us as far as Appii Forum, and The Three Taverns.—(Acts xxviii, 15)


Herodion, Apelles, Amplias,
And Andronicus? Is it you I see
At last? And is it you now that are gazing
As if in doubt of me? Was I not saying
That I should come to Rome? I did say that;
And I said furthermore that I should go
On westward, where the gateway of the world
Lets in the central sea. I did say that,
But I say only, now, that I am Paul—
A prisoner of the Law, and of the Lord
A voice made free. If there be time enough
To live, I may have more to tell you then
Of western matters. I go now to Rome,
Where Cæsar waits for me, and I shall wait,
And Cæsar knows how long. In Cæsarea
There was a legend of Agrippa saying
In a light way to Festus, having heard
My deposition, that I might be free,
Had I stayed free of Cæsar; but the word
Of God would have it as you see it is—
And here I am. The cup that I shall drink
Is mine to drink—the moment or the place
Not mine to say. If it be now in Rome,
Be it now in Rome; and if your faith exceed
The shadow cast of hope, say not of me
Too surely or too soon that years and shipwreck,
And all the many deserts I have crossed
That are not named or regioned, have undone
Beyond the brevities of our mortal healing
The part of me that is the least of me.
You see an older man than he who fell
Prone to the earth when he was nigh Damascus,
Where the great light came down; yet I am he
That fell, and he that saw, and he that heard.
And I am here, at last; and if at last
I give myself to make another crumb
For this pernicious feast of time and men—
Well, I have seen too much of time and men
To fear the ravening or the wrath of either.

Yes, it is Paul you seethe Saul of Tarsus
That was a fiery Jew, and had men slain
For saying Something was beyond the Law,
And in ourselves. I fed my suffering soul
Upon the Law till I went famishing,
Not knowing that I starved. How should I know,
More then than any, that the food I had—
What else it may have been—was not for me?
My fathers and their fathers and their fathers
Had found it good, and said there was no other,
And I was of the line. When Stephen fell,
Among the stones that crushed his life away,
There was no place alive that I could see
For such a man. Why should a man be given
To live beyond the Law? So I said then,
As men say now to me. How then do I
Persist in living? Is that what you ask?
If so, let my appearance be for you
No living answer; for Time writes of death
On men before they die, and what you see
Is not the man. The man that you see not—
The man within the man—is most alive;
Though hatred would have ended, long ago,
The bane of his activities. I have lived,
Because the faith within me that is life
Endures to live, and shall, till soon or late,
Death, like a friend unseen, shall say to me
My toil is over and my work begun.

How often, and how many a time again,
Have I said I should be with you in Rome!
He who is always coming never comes,
Or comes too late, you may have told yourselves;
And I may tell you now that after me,
Whether I stay for little or for long,
The wolves are coming. Have an eye for them,
And a more careful ear for their confusion
Than you need have much longer for the sound
Of what I tell you—should I live to say
More than I say to Cæsar. What I know
Is down for you to read in what is written;
And if I cloud a little with my own
Mortality the gleam that is immortal,
I do it only because I am I
Being on earth and of it, in so far
As time flays yet the remnant. This you know;
And if I sting men, as I do sometimes,
With a sharp word that hurts, it is because
Man’s habit is to feel before he sees;
And I am of a race that feels. Moreover,
The world is here for what is not yet here
For more than are a few; and even in Rome,
Where men are so enamored of the Cross
That fame has echoed, and increasingly,
The music of your love and of your faith
To foreign ears that are as far away
As Antioch and Haran, yet I wonder
How much of love you know, and if your faith
Be the shut fruit of words. If so, remember
Words are but shells unfilled. Jews have at least
A Law to make them sorry they were born
If they go long without it; and these Gentiles,
For the first time in shrieking history,
Have love and law together, if so they will,
For their defense and their immunity
In these last days. Rome, if I know the name,
Will have anon a crown of thorns and fire
Made ready for the wreathing of new masters,
Of whom we are appointed, you and I,—
And you are still to be when I am gone,
Should I go presently. Let the word fall,
Meanwhile, upon the dragon-ridden field
Of circumstance, either to live or die;
Concerning which there is a parable,
Made easy for the comfort and attention
Of those who preach, fearing they preach in vain.
You are to plant, and then to plant again
Where you have gathered, gathering as you go;
For you are in the fields that are eternal,
And you have not the burden of the Lord
Upon your mortal shoulders. What you have
Is a light yoke, made lighter by the wearing,
Till it shall have the wonder and the weight
Of a clear jewel, shining with a light
Wherein the sun and all the fiery stars
May soon be fading. When Gamaliel said
That if they be of men these things are nothing
But if they be of God, they are for none
To overthrow, he spoke as a good Jew,
And one who stayed a Jew; and he said all.
And you know, by the temper of your faith,
How far the fire is in you that I felt
Before I knew Damascus. A word here,
Or there, or not there, or not anywhere,
Is not the Word that lives and is the life;
And you, therefore, need weary not yourselves
With jealous aches of others. If the world
Were not a world of aches and innovations,
Attainment would have no more joy of it.
There will be creeds and schisms, creeds in creeds,
And schisms in schisms; myriads will be done
To death because a farthing has two sides,
And is at last a farthing. Telling you this,
I, who bid men to live, appeal to Cæsar.
Once I had said the ways of God were dark,
Meaning by that the dark ways of the Law.
Such is the Glory of our tribulations;
For the Law kills the flesh that kills the Law,
And we are then alive. We have eyes then;
And we have then the Cross between two worlds—
To guide us, or to blind us for a time,
Till we have eyes indeed. The fire that smites
A few on highways, changing all at once,
Is not for all. The power that holds the world
Away from God that holds himself away
Farther away than all your works and words
Are like to fly without the wings of faith—
Was not, nor ever shall be, a small hazard
Enlivening the ways of easy leisure
Or the cold road of knowledge. When our eyes
Have wisdom, we see more than we remember;
And the old world of our captivities
May then become a smitten glimpse of ruin,
Like one where vanished hewers have had their day
Of wrath on Lebanon. Before we see,
Meanwhile, we suffer; and I come to you,
At last, through many storms and through much night.

Yet whatsoever I have undergone,
My keepers in this instance are not hard.
But for the chance of an ingratitude,
I might indeed be curious of their mercy,
And fearful of their leisure while I wait,
A few leagues out of Rome. Men go to Rome,
Not always to return—but not that now.
Meanwhile, I seem to think you look at me
With eyes that are at last more credulous
Of my identity. You remark in me
No sort of leaping giant, though some words
Of mine to you from Corinth may have leapt
A little through your eyes into your soul.
I trust they were alive, and are alive
Today; for there be none that shall indite
So much of nothing as the man of words
Who writes in the Lord’s name for his name’s sake
And has not in his blood the fire of time
To warm eternity. Let such a man—
If once the light is in him and endures—
Content himself to be the general man,
Set free to sift the decencies and thereby
To learn, except he be one set aside
For sorrow, more of pleasure than of pain;
Though if his light be not the light indeed,
But a brief shine that never really was,
And fails, leaving him worse than where he was,
Then shall he be of all men destitute.
And here were not an issue for much ink,
Or much offending faction among scribes.

The Kingdom is within us, we are told;
And when I say to you that we possess it
In such a measure as faith makes it ours,
I say it with a sinner’s privilege
Of having seen and heard, and seen again,
After a darkness; and if I affirm
To the last hour that faith affords alone
The Kingdom entrance and an entertainment,
I do not see myself as one who says
To man that he shall sit with folded hands
Against the Coming. If I be anything,
I move a driven agent among my kind,
Establishing by the faith of Abraham,
And by the grace of their necessities,
The clamoring word that is the word of life
Nearer than heretofore to the solution
Of their tomb-serving doubts. If I have loosed
A shaft of language that has flown sometimes
A little higher than the hearts and heads
Of nature’s minions, it will yet be heard,
Like a new song that waits for distant ears.
I cannot be the man that I am not;
And while I own that earth is my affliction,
I am a man of earth, who says not all
To all alike. That were impossible.
Even as it were so that He should plant
A larger garden first. But you today
Are for the larger sowing; and your seed,
A little mixed, will have, as He foresaw,
The foreign harvest of a wider growth,
And one without an end. Many there are,
And are to be, that shall partake of it,
Though none may share it with an understanding
That is not his alone. We are all alone;
And yet we are all parcelled of one order—
Jew, Gentile, or barbarian in the dark
Of wildernesses that are not so much
As names yet in a book. And there are many,
Finding at last that words are not the Word,
And finding only that, will flourish aloft,
Like heads of captured Pharisees on pikes,
Our contradictions and discrepancies;
And there are many more will hang themselves
Upon the letter, seeing not in the Word
The friend of all who fail, and in their faith
A sword of excellence to cut them down.

As long as there are glasses that are dark—
And there are many—we see darkly through them;
All which have I conceded and set down
In words that have no shadow. What is dark
Is dark, and we may not say otherwise;
Yet what may be as dark as a lost fire
For one of us, may still be for another
A coming gleam across the gulf of ages,
And a way home from shipwreck to the shore;
And so, through pangs and ills and desperations,
There may be light for all. There shall be light.
As much as that, you know. You cannot say
This woman or that man will be the next
On whom it falls; you are not here for that.
You ministration is to be for others
The firing of a rush that may for them
Be soon the fire itself. The few at first
Are fighting for the multitude at last;
Therefore remember what Gamaliel said
Before you, when the sick were lying down
In streets all night for Peter’s passing shadow.
Fight, and say what you feel; say more than words.
Give men to know that even their days of earth
To come are more than ages that are gone.
Say what you feel, while you have time to say it.
Eternity will answer for itself,
Without your intercession; yet the way
For many is a long one, and as dark,
Meanwhile, as dreams of hell. See not your toil
Too much, and if I be away from you,
Think of me as a brother to yourselves,
Of many blemishes. Beware of stoics,
And give your left hand to grammarians;
And when you seem, as many a time you may,
To have no other friend than hope, remember
That you are not the first, or yet the last.

The best of life, until we see beyond
The shadows of ourselves (and they are less
Than even the blindest of indignant eyes
Would have them) is in what we do not know.
Make, then, for all your fears a place to sleep
With all your faded sins; nor think yourselves
Egregious and alone for your defects
Of youth and yesterday. I was young once;
And theres a question if you played the fool
With a more fervid and inherent zeal
Than I have in my story to remember,
Or gave your necks to folly’s conquering foot,
Or flung yourselves with an unstudied aim,
More frequently than I. Never mind that.
Man’s little house of days will hold enough,
Sometimes, to make him wish it were not his,
But it will not hold all. Things that are dead
Are best without it, and they own their death
By virtue of their dying. Let them go,—
But think you not the world is ashes yet,
And you have all the fire. The world is here
Today, and it may not be gone tomorrow;
For there are millions, and there may be more,
To make in turn a various estimation
Of its old ills and ashes, and the traps
Of its apparent wrath. Many with ears
That hear not yet, shall have ears given to them,
And then they shall hear strangely. Many with eyes
That are incredulous of the Mystery
Shall yet be driven to feel, and then to read
Where language has an end and is a veil,
Not woven of our words. Many that hate
Their kind are soon to know that without love
Their faith is but the perjured name of nothing.
I that have done some hating in my time
See now no time for hate; I that have left,
Fading behind me like familiar lights
That are to shine no more for my returning,
Home, friends, and honors,—I that have lost all else
For wisdom, and the wealth of it, say now
To you that out of wisdom has come love,
That measures and is of itself the measure
Of works and hope and faith. Your longest hours
Are not so long that you may torture them
And harass not yourselves; and the last days
Are on the way that you prepare for them,
And was prepared for you, here in a world
Where you have sinned and suffered, striven and seen.
If you be not so hot for counting them
Before they come that you consume yourselves,
Peace may attend you all in these last days
And me, as well as you. Yes, even in Rome.

Well, I have talked and rested, though I fear
My rest has not been yours; in which event,
Forgive one who is only seven leagues
From Cæsar. When I told you I should come,
I did not see myself the criminal
You contemplate, for seeing beyond the Law
That which the Law saw not. But this, indeed,
Was good of you, and I shall not forget;
No, I shall not forget you came so far
To meet a man so dangerous. Well, farewell.
They come to tell me I am going now—
With them. I hope that we shall meet again,
But none may say what he shall find in Rome.

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You Bring Me Joy

Heey, heey, heey
Heey, heey, heey
Heey, heey, heey

I dont know what I would do,
Do without you
In my life boy
I dont know if I could live
Live without you
You bring me joy

You know if the time is right
I dont wanna fuss n fight
I just wanna let you know
Im feelin good tonight
I want you to take my hand
And promise youll be cool
Cause I know you like the way that I move
Oh boy you bring me joy
Some try to play me
But they cant fade me
Oh boy youve go it goin on
And you make me happy
(happy)
So very happy


You know when I think of you
Im thinkin of myself
I just wanna be with you, my friend
And no one else
Its not hard
To say what I feel
Cause you know that my love is for real
Oh boy Ill be your toy
Come on and play with me
And never leave me
Oh boy youve got it goin on
And you satisfy me
(yes you do)
You satisfy me

So much joy
In my world
Be my man
And Ill be your girl


Wait just a minute
Something else is on my mind
I dont wanna have to tell you
This but one more time
Youre the only man I want
And I aint never gonna front
On ya baby so relax your mind
And realize
(repeat until end)

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A not very far

I had no courage to ask for any change
It was assuming with some thought with your age
I dreamed of having some sort of alliance
I had really wanted dependence and reliance

You had very long association with me from childhood
We had spent happy moments in the neighborhood
It had no bearing of our future relationship
Though we were attached loosely in friendship

I never tried to know or probe your mind
You were there at stone throw’s distance to find
I never thought of making you as permanent partner
Thought it was to happen sooner or later

It remained not as illusion but distant possibility
I had not thought of its probability
It did flicker in mind on several occasions
It only helped in strengthening the relation

I had no close shave off or sweet fight
You were through friend and always right
I wished not to loose you from my sight
Same thought troubled me too in night

As I was unaware of another side
The area of perception remained very wide
We had no time to converse seriously
Even though it harped on me continuously

It did occur to me sometimes
That same may be the case all the times
Possibly she may be thinking on same lines
Though I could notice only one side shine

Some possible forecast I could make
It seemed to me it would be easy cake walk
I preferred less and less acquaintance
It assumed significance with importance

I had to wait for right moment
I could see uneasiness and some movement
She would not concentrate and look around
I was sure something new may be found


It was her turn now
I had waited for it any how
I did not know how would she come forward?
But really waited for sweet and nice words

She managed finally and came closer
It was long wait but I was not looser
She whispered in ears and ran away
I was quite amused to find the way

It rang like bell in the ears
As it was recent not bye gone years
I wanted it for long time to hear
I could not guess how much happiness I bore?

Did you say it really?
Are you aware of it fully?
I may sink and not recover
You are with me however.. I pondered over it

I shall prove its worth
As you have come forth
Stay the same as you are
We are as close as were never far

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Strength Of A Woman

Youve been so quiet lately
Sometimes I wonder has the cat got your tongue
You seem to be a thousand miles away
Dont look me in the eyes and say its o.k.
Dont lie
I got this funny feelin baby
That its going to be that time again
When you have the need for someone else
I know you better than you know yourself
(*) sometimes it takes the strength of a woman
To understand the weakness of her man
Its gonna take the strength of this woman
To keep fightin for the lovin of her man
And darlin when youve been satisfied
And it isnt new to you no more
Think of me, Ill be here alone
Waitin for you to find your way back home
Repeat (*)
Oh I know how hard you tried
To hide this all from me
But if you keep a silent heart
I cant give you what you need
So hold me close and hold me tight
Lets say goodnight, and never say goodbye
Repeat (*)

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Nothing Can Change You

Originally recorded by tommy keene
Yeah, its saturday night
Will I see you around?
Im comin to life
Didnt take a long, long time
Still she was comin from
Well, she took the long way round
And Ive only come this far
Now nothing can change you
When you feel foreign to love
Your world has a strange view
Can you tell me things that youre dreaming of?
Stop fallin in love
With everything that lets you down
Theres someone above
And I know she wears glasses
Sometimes she says it helps her move
I see her in the long ride home
I guess I never spoke too soon
Now nothing can change you
When you feel foreign to love
Your world has a strange view
Can you tell me things that youre dreaming of?
You dont wanna get left behind
You wanna find some piece of mind
You say it takes a long time there
She was there, she was in the crowd
You went rollin along
When everybody wants to ride
Now joes never home
Looking at the tableside
Where everything is chained to you know that
Youre wakin up to die inside
Now theres nowhere left to go
Now nothing can change you
When you feel foreign to love
Your world has a strange view
And you tell me things that you love
Now nothing can change you
When you feel foreign to love
Your world has a strange view
And you tell me things that youre dreaming of

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The Twentieth Century Is Almost Over

Back in 1899, when everyone was singing auld lang syne
A century took a long, long time for every boy and girl.
Now theres only one thing that Id like to know
Where did the 20th century go?
Id swear it was here just a minute ago
All over this world.
Chorus:
And now the 20th century is almost over,
Almost over, almost over
The 20th century is almost over
All over this world.
All over this world, all over this world
The 20th century is almost over, all over this world.
Does anyone remember the great depression?
I read all about it in true confession
Im sorry I was late for the recording session
But somebody put me on hold.
Has anybody seen my linoleum floors
Petroleum jelly, and two world wars?
They got stuck in the revolving doors
All over this world.
And now...
The winters getting colder, summers getting hotter
Wishin wells wishin for another drop of water.
And mother earths blushin cause somebody caught her
Makin love to the man in the moon.
Tell me how you gonna keep em down on the farm
Now that outer space has lost its charm?
Somebody set off a burglar alarm
And not a moment too soon.
Because...
Old father time has got his toes a tappin
Standing in the window, grumblin and a rappin
Everybodys waiting for something to happen.
Tell me if it happens to you!
The judgment day is getting nearer
There it is in the rear view mirror.
If you duck down I could see a little clearer
All over this world!
And now...

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The beret must have been a dead give away

To this day I know that
the beret must have been
a dead give away,
and the shoulder flashes
also proclaimed something
of the military unit that I belonged to.

Tired and almost asleep on my feet
after the long military flight
out of the war zone,
the soft rain smelled
fresh and it was cold
where I hiked
the last stint home.

Fourteen days leave
came as a real blessing
and just being away
and back in the states
was really great

A Brand new blue BMW
stopped next to me
and the occupants were
very friendly
and it was warm inside the car.

It looked like a mom and dad
and beautiful eighteen-year old daughter,
but they were foreigners
and introduced themselves as American.

The girl really liked me
and their accents were all American,
but something was just not right
and I couldn’t put my finger on it
and just maybe they were just a little too much
into being Americans.

The man remarked that he find it curious
for a officer to be hiking
and I thought that NATO probably
had similar ranks
and I explained that my
camp was away in the war zone
and that there was no way
to take my motorbike
all the way there.

The woman was driving
and the man frowned
at the bars and badges
on the chest of my bush jacket,
as if the combination of them
did not make sense to him.

Its another thing to be seconded
to different units
and to complete some
of their training
and I realised that for Americans,
they probably knew
a little to much about our army
and were most probably
intelligence for the enemy.

The girl treated me like a hero
and wanted to know
about my unit
and somewhere questions
about unit strengths
and targetable distances
crept into the conversation,
but I steered the conversation
in to another direction.

The man wanted to know
if we were really going to win the war
when the enemy use heavy armour
and I said that we would win
against any thing that they bring
and it would be better for everyone
if the Cubans just packed up
and went back home
and the man laughed at me doubtfully.

Maybe there was something prophetic
in those words
as was proved at the Cuito Cuanavale battle
and I told them how
my ancestors in a twenty thousand strong
Boer farmer citizen force army,
had subdued a British army of
four hundred and fifty thousand
for three years long.

Little did they know
that my words said much more
and that Ratel-90 crews
used the same tactics
of fast movement
and accurate shooting
and great bravery
in dealing with enemy tanks.

Theres something very brave
to stop dead still
with a Ratel armoured car
to stabilize the gun
to be able to get the shot off
while a enemy tank
that can shoot while it moves
is charging towards you,
but that piece of information
never came out.

[References: The Battle of Cuito Cuanavale “The results of the campaign up to April 1988 were 4,785 killed on the Cuban/Faplan side, with 94 tanks and hundreds of combat vehicles destroyed, against 31 South Africans killed in action,3 tanks destroyed (SADF tanks entered the war after the Lomba River campaign) and 11 SADF armoured cars and troop carriers lost. A total of 9 Migs were destroyed and only 1 SAAF Mirage shot down.” Jannie Geldenhuys.1994: At the front: 240 Johanathan Ball Publishers. The states=> Back home in South Africa. NATO North Atlantic treaty organization.]

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The Priest They Called Him

fight tuberculosis, folks. christmas eve, an old
Junkie selling christmas seals on north park street.
The priest, they called him. fight tuberculosis, folks.
People hurried by, gray shadows on a distant wall.
It was getting late and no money to score.
He turned into a side street and the lake wind hit him like a knife.
Cab stop just ahead under a streetlight.
Boy got out with a suitcase. thin kid in prep school clothes,
Familiar face, the priest told himself, watching from the doorway.
remindsme of something a long time ago. the boy, there, with his overcoat
Unbuttoned, reaching into his pants pocket for the cab fare.
The cab drove away and turned the corner. the boy went inside
A building. hmm, yes, maybe - the suitcase was there in the doorway.
The boy nowhere in sight. gone to get the keys, most likely,
Have to move fast. he picked up the suitcase and started for the corner.
Made it. glanced down at the case. it didnt look like the case the boy had,
Or any boy would have. the priest couldnt put his finger on what was so
Old about the case. old and dirty, poor quality leather, and heavy.
Better see whats inside. he turned into lincoln park, found an
Empty place and opened the case. two severed human legs that belonged to
A young man with dark skin. shiny black leg hairs glittered in the
Dim streetlight. the legs had been forced into the case and he had to use
His knee on the back of the case to shove them out. legs, yet,
He said, and walked quickly away with the case.
Might bring a few dollars to score. the buyer sniffed suspiciously.
kind of a funny smell about it. its just mexican leather.
well, some joker didnt cure it.
The buyer looked at the case with cold disfavor.
not even right sure he killed it, whatever it is.
Three is the best I can do and it hurts. but since this is christmas
And youre the priest... he slipped three bills under the table into the
Priests dirty hand. the priest faded into the street shadows, seedy
And furtive. three cents didnt buy a bag, nothing less than a nickel.
Say, remember that old addie croaker told me not to come back unless
I paid him the three cents I owe him. yeah, isnt that a fruit for ya,
Blow your stack about three lousy cents.
The doctor was not pleased to see him.
now, what do you want? I told you!
The priest laid three bills on the table. the doctor put the
Money in his pocket and started to scream.
Ive had troubles! people have been around!
I may lose my license! the priest just sat there, eyes, old and heavy with
Years of junk, on the doctors face.
i cant write you a prescription. the doctor jerked open a drawer
And slid an ampule across the table. thats all I have in the office!
The doctor stood up. take it and get out! he screamed, hysterical.
The priests expression did not change.
The doctor added in quieter tones, after all, Im a professional man,
And I shouldnt be bothered by people like you.
is that all you have for me? one lousy quarter g? couldnt you lend
Me a nickel...? get out, get out, Ill call the police I tell you.
all right, doctor, Im going. of course it was cold and far to walk,
Rooming house, a shabby street, room on the top floor.
these stairs, coughed the priest there, pulling himself up along the
Bannister. he went into the bathroom, yellow wall panels,
Toilet dripping, and got his works from under the washbasin.
Wrapped in brown paper, back to his room, get every drop in the dropper.
He rolled up his sleeve. then he heard a groan from next door,
Room eighteen. the mexican kid lived there, the priest had passed him on
The stairs and saw the kid was hooked, but he never spoke, because he
Didnt want any juvenile connections, bad news in any language.
The priest had had enough bad news in his life.
He heard the groan again, a groan he could feel, no mistaking that groan
And what it meant. maybe he had an accident or something.
In any case, I cant enjoy my priestly medications with that sound coming
Through the wall. thin walls you understand. the priest put down his
Dropper, cold hall, and knocked on the door of room eighteen.
quien es? its the preist, kid, I live next door.
He could hear someone hobbling across the floor.
A bolt slid. the boy stood there in his underwear shorts, eyes black with
Pain. he started to fall. the priest helped him over to the bed.
whats wrong, son? its my legs, senor, cramps, and now I am without
Medicine. the priest could see the cramps, like knots of wood there
In the young legs, dark shiny black leg hairs.
a few years ago I damaged myself in a bicycle race,
It was then that the cramps started. and now he has the leg cramps back
With compound junk interest. the old priest stood there, feeling the boy
Groan. he inclined his head as if in prayer, went back and got his dropper.
its just a quarter g, kid. i do not require much, senor.
The boy was sleeping when the priest left room eighteen.
He went back to his room and sat down on the bed.
Then it hit him like heavy silent snow. all the gray junk yesterdays.
He sat there received the immaculate fix. and since he was himself a priest,
There was no need to call one.

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Please Mister Postman

Wait, oh yes wait a minute mister postman
Wait, wait mister postman
Mister postman look and see
You got a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting such a long time
Since i heard from that girl of mine
There must be some word today
From my girlfriend so far away
Please mister postman look and see
If there's a letter, a letter for me
I been standing here waiting mister postman
So patiently
For just a card or just a letter
Saying she's returning home to me
So many days you passed me by
See the tear standing in my eye
You didn't stop to make me feel better
By leaving me a card or a letter
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute
You gotta check it and see, one more time for me
Wait
Wait
Wait
Deliver the letter, the sooner the better
Wait

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Please Mr Postman

Wait, oh yes wait a minute mister postman
Wait, wait mister postman
Mister postman look and see
You got a letter in your bag for me
I been waiting such a long time
Since I heard from that girl of mine
There must be some word today
From my girlfriend so far away
Please mister postman look and see
If there's a letter, a letter for me
I been standing here waiting mister postman
So patiently
For just a card or just a letter
Saying she's returning home to me
So many days you passed me by
See the tear standing in my eye
You didn't stop to make me feel better
By leaving me a card or a letter
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute
You gotta wait a minute, wait a minute
You gotta check it and see, one more time for me
Wait
Wait
Wait
Deliver the letter, the sooner the better
Wait

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Please Mr. Postman

(georgia dobbins/robert bateman/william garret/brian holland)
Oh yes, wait a minute mister postman
Hey, hey, hey, hey mr. postman
Just a little bit soul
Clap your hands just a little bit louder
Clap your hands just a little bit louder
Stevie wonder and fingertips
Yes
Gladys knight & the pips
The four tops
Martha reeves & the vandellas
The temptations

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Letter To Lucille

Somebody, please, if somebody will
Let them take a letter to my girl, Lucille
Let them tell her, Lord, how I'm missing
her still
I think about her constantly
Somebody, please, if somebody can
Let them take a letter from this
lonely man
All I ask is Lord, make her understand
I'll die if she don't wait for me
I heard a rumor from the guys in Cell A
You've served your time and you are
leaving today
Well, there is something you can do
for me to help your old friend
Help me, please
'Cause I've got seven years in this
old pen
Till I'm home again
Somebody, please, if somebody will
Let them take a letter to my girl, Lucille
Let them tell her, Lord, how I'm missing
her still
I think about her constantly
Somebody, please, if somebody can
Let them take a letter from this
lonely man
All I ask is, Lord, make her understand
I'll die if she don't wait for me
To hear you tell it, you're all innocent men
But I was guilty, and I'd do it all again
Just to hold her for a minute or two
I'd steal a king's crown, yes, I would
If I don't reach that girl some way, I know
There'll be another man around
Somebody, please, if somebody will
Let them take a letter to my girl, Lucille
Let them tell her, Lord, how I'm missing
her still
Because I think about her constantly
Ugh, somebody, please, if somebody can
Let them take a letter from this lonely man
All I ask is, Lord, why don't you make her
understand because
I'll die if she don't wait for me
Oooooh, somebody, please, if somebody will
Let them take a letter to my girl, Lucille
Let them tell her, Lord, how I'm missing
Her still
I think about her constantly............

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Wait

Wait
Wait and
Wait and observe
Observe
Observe and see
See
See where
you are.

Wait
Wait and observe
Observe and See
See and say
Say afew word
The word that is
Yours and Yours
And Pure
And Pure
You are sure.

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I Look Up At The Sky/And Wait For A Poem

I LOOK UP AT THE SKY/ AND WAIT FOR A POEM

I look up at the sky
And wait for a poem-
The deep dark green of this park surrounds me -
I have been blessed by so much
I have been given so much in my life-

This cool beautiful Yerushalmi night
All I am is thanking God.

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Do Not Wait For Others to Live Up to Expectations

I've learned a few things...
With time and age.
And what experience brings.

One major lesson,
That took a long time for me to accept!
Do not wait for others to live up to expectations.
Yours or theirs,
Suspected or professed.

Time will move on and leave you in regret.
That has been the best lesson yet,
I have learned!

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The Wait

What would you do if I could not wait,
would not wait for you?
You would never see me in evening
or in the morning's dew.
All the things that come alive
for my eyes to see
would not be looked upon by you,
only seen by me.

For I cannot wait. My life ticks away
and my body withers too fast.
And all this waiting has taken its toll
and I feel I will not last.
So the clock stops now. The wait is gone
and the time with you, no more.
And of course I know what you will think,
'What was she waiting for? '

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Dont Wait For Me

Dont wait for me...Ill be a long time comin
Unless by then, you have told me something
To show how much you care
Ive done much more than as a man I should have
Why did you...not do all you could have...to show
How much you care?
Over and again Ive wondered was I wrong
Kept thinkin that I maybe shoulda come along
But there comes a time in every mans life
When he must be strong
And my times come
And if youre gone
Then I guess Ill cry and hold to memories
Of what might have beens
And when I finally leave
That will show how much I care.
(repeat)

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Just wait

Things come to
You, just wait,
Events even
Overrun you,
Just wait,
Sit down, &
Relax, just wait,
Tell then,
What you want,
Ask, and not
Demand, just wait,
Your wish comes
To you, everything
Fulfills, just wait,
The heavens
& the sky meet,
just wait, the
floor and the
ceiling meet,
just wait,
they will hug
you, they will
kiss you, they
all miss you,
you were once
with them,
you were away
for such a long
time, and they
always meet
you, and tell
who and why
so just wait,
you, just wait.
You dont even
Have to, here
They come.
here, they are,
be glad, just
be you, in gladness.

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