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Close To The Edge

I. the solid time of change
(anderson/howe)
A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace,
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour.
And assessing points to nowhere, leading evry single one.
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun,
And take away the plain in which we move,
And choose the course youre running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
Not right away, not right away.
Crossed the line around the changes of the summer,
Reaching out to call the color of the sky.
Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see.
Getting over all the time I had to worry,
Leaving all the changes far from far behind.
We relieve the tension only to find out the masters name.

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song performed by Yes
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Close To The Edge

I. the solid time of change
(anderson/howe)
A seasoned witch could call you from the depths of your disgrace,
And rearrange your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour.
And assessing points to nowhere, leading evry single one.
A dewdrop can exalt us like the music of the sun,
And take away the plain in which we move,
And choose the course youre running.
Down at the edge, round by the corner,
Not right away, not right away.
Close to the edge, down by a river,
Not right away, not right away.
Crossed the line around the changes of the summer,
Reaching out to call the color of the sky.
Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see.
Getting over all the time I had to worry,
Leaving all the changes far from far behind.
We relieve the tension only to find out the masters name.

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song performed by Yes
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The Four Seasons : Summer

From brightening fields of ether fair disclosed,
Child of the Sun, refulgent Summer comes,
In pride of youth, and felt through Nature's depth:
He comes attended by the sultry Hours,
And ever fanning breezes, on his way;
While, from his ardent look, the turning Spring
Averts her blushful face; and earth, and skies,
All-smiling, to his hot dominion leaves.
Hence, let me haste into the mid-wood shade,
Where scarce a sunbeam wanders through the gloom;
And on the dark-green grass, beside the brink
Of haunted stream, that by the roots of oak
Rolls o'er the rocky channel, lie at large,
And sing the glories of the circling year.
Come, Inspiration! from thy hermit-seat,
By mortal seldom found: may Fancy dare,
From thy fix'd serious eye, and raptured glance
Shot on surrounding Heaven, to steal one look
Creative of the Poet, every power
Exalting to an ecstasy of soul.

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poem by James Thomson
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Con large comme un estuaire

Con large comme un estuaire
Où meurt mon amoureux reflux
Tu as la saveur poissonnière
l'odeur de la bite et du cul
La fraîche odeur trouduculière
Femme ô vagin inépuisable
Dont le souvenir fait bander
Tes nichons distribuent la manne
Tes cuisses quelle volupté
même tes menstrues sanglantes
Sont une liqueur violente
La rose-thé de ton prépuce
Auprès de moi s'épanouit
On dirait d'un vieux boyard russe
Le chibre sanguin et bouffi
Lorsqu'au plus fort de la partouse
Ma bouche à ton noeud fait ventouse.

poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Le temps perdu

Si peu d'oeuvres pour tant de fatigue et d'ennui !
De stériles soucis notre journée est pleine :
Leur meute sans pitié nous chasse à perdre haleine,
Nous pousse, nous dévore, et l'heure utile a fui...

'Demain ! J'irai demain voir ce pauvre chez lui,
'Demain je reprendrai ce livre ouvert à peine,
'Demain je te dirai, mon âme, où je te mène,
'Demain je serai juste et fort... pas aujourd'hui.'

Aujourd'hui, que de soins, de pas et de visites !
Oh ! L'implacable essaim des devoirs parasites
Qui pullulent autour de nos tasses de thé !

Ainsi chôment le coeur, la pensée et le livre,
Et, pendant qu'on se tue à différer de vivre,
Le vrai devoir dans l'ombre attend la volonté.

poem by Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
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La cueillette

Nous vînmes au jardin fleuri pour la cueillette.
Belle, sais-tu combien de fleurs, de roses-thé,
Roses pâles d'amour qui couronnent ta tête,
S'effeuillent chaque été ?

Leurs tiges vont plier au grand vent qui s'élève.
Des pétales de rose ont chu dans le chemin.
Ô Belle, cueille-les, puisque nos fleurs de rêve
Se faneront demain !

Mets-les dans une coupe et toutes portes doses,
Alanguis et cruels, songeant aux jours défunts,
Nous verrons l'agonie amoureuse des roses
Aux râles de parfums.

Le grand jardin est défleuri, mon égoïste,
Les papillons de jour vers d'autres fleurs ont fui,
Et seuls dorénavant viendront au jardin triste
Les papillons de nuit.

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poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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La Jolie Rousse

Me voici devant tous un homme plein de sens
Connaissant la vie et de la mort ce qu'un vivant peut
connaître
Ayant éprouvé les douleurs et les joies de l'amour
Ayant su quelquefois imposer ses idées
Connaissant plusieurs langages
Ayant pas mal voyagé
Ayant vu la guerre dans l'Artillerie et l'Infanterie
Blessé à la tête trépané sous le chloroforme
Ayant perdu ses meilleurs amis dans l'effroyable lutte
Je sais d'ancien et de nouveau autant qu'un homme seul
pourrait des deux savoir
Et sans m'inquiéter aujourd'hui de cette querre
Entre nous et pour nous mes amis
Je juge cette longue querelle de la tradition et de l'invention
De l'Ordre et de l'Aventure

Vous dont la bouche est faite à l'image de celle de Dieu
Bouche qui est l'ordre même
Soyez indulgents quand vous nous comparez

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poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Four Beautiful Seasons

Why there are seasons…
And this may sound strange…
Is to provide good reasons
To justify change!

With no seasons when would birds nest?
When would some fly away
Because winter's a pest?
And Fall colors would be held at bay.

Christmas might well end up in June.
With no seasons no one would care.
Then the cow would jump over the moon.
Now that might roust up a stare!

Luckily for many good reasons
There'll always be change
In four beautiful seasons…
And that's not at all strange!

poem by Gregory Huyette
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We Are The Same

You are in the water the lake and seas
As you are in the land the rocks and hills
You are in the seasons birth love and life
As you are in the seasons fish fruit and game
Together in the name of all creation

I am in the water the lake and seas
I am in the land the rocks and hills
I am in the seasons birth love and life
I am in the seasons fish fruit and game
Together in the name of all creation

Running in the forest
Swimming in the water
Loving on the land
Leaning on the hills
Working in the Sun
Dreaming on the stars

Forever together

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poem by Sean Joyce
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No Joy In Doing Wrong

there is no joy
in doing wrong
as broken is a toy
would be never strong
in seasons of strength
seasons to strengthen
your days
seasons lengthen
your ways
though you threaten
to ignore
and let go
the same season
with no reason
but joy
in (doing) wrong.

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no matter how hidden it might be, if it is wrong it will always be and one day it shall reveal its true colors. make sure you play your tricks safe or you remain a conformist that embraces their true sense of existence. lest you regret tomorrow.

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poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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