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Usted Abuso

Usted abus, sac provecho de m, abus
Sac partido de m, abus
De mi cario usted abus
Usted abus, sac provecho de m, abus
Sac partido de m, abus
De mi cario usted abus
Cuando lo perd
Tambin me convenc
Lo quise con locura
Le d mi vida entera
Pero usted no lo apreci
Su amor me confundi
Mi vida se torn
Y lo que era un paraso termin
Usted abus, sac provecho de m, abus
Sac partido de m, abus
De mi cario usted abus
Hoy est de ms que le diga lo que siento
Y el dolor que experimento
Cuando pienso en el amor

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song performed by Gloria Estefan
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Unforgiven

Ain't got no love to sinnin
Ain't no love recieved
Fucc explainin
Nigga believe whatcha wanna believe
You've been decived I ain't dead yet
Ash to ash, dust to dust ain't been said yet
Fucc what you read nigga can't nobody touch me
You must be a playa hater trust me
They gon be yellin fucc me
Long as the world is spinnin
But I can't let it bother me
Quickly the most wanted
That's just how it got to be
Busta's be woofin but really don't what no funk
Self incriminatin
I'm eliminatin niggas is hatin niggas
Liquidatin niggas like car lots
I'm loccin up on them bustas
like the fool in that movie warlocc
Motha fuccas don't bow down now

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song performed by X-Raided
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Unforgiven

Ain't got no love to sinnin
Ain't no love recieved
Fucc explainin
Nigga believe whatcha wanna believe
You've been decived I ain't dead yet
Ash to ash, dust to dust ain't been said yet
Fucc what you read nigga can't nobody touch me
You must be a playa hater trust me
They gon be yellin fucc me
Long as the world is spinnin
But I can't let it bother me
Quickly the most wanted
That's just how it got to be
Busta's be woofin but really don't what no funk
Self incriminatin
I'm eliminatin niggas is hatin niggas
Liquidatin niggas like car lots
I'm loccin up on them bustas
like the fool in that movie warlocc
Motha fuccas don't bow down now

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song performed by X-Raided
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Cul De Sac

In the cul de sac, so smooth
I look down
Be less sure, sir
And take your rest
Its been much too long
Since we drifted in song
Lay it down wet
In this hide-away
Oh I travelled far
To the nearest star
And met palomar, ...mar..., mar...
And we dont care just who you know
Its who you are
And when they all go home
Down the cobblestones
You can double back (spoken this is it)
To a cul de sac
Mmm
Oh, I travelled far
The nearest star

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song performed by Van Morrison
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Evil is made good

A sac of rice in exchange
For every sac of paddy
That a king collected as tax
From his subjects for long.
At death bed he wished his son
To make him good in their eyes.
‘A sac of rice for a sac of husks’
The son ordered. The father was hailed.

Eviler makes evil good
20.06.2000, Palakka

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Son

I was compelled back to the cul de sac-
Located in Marine View hills-
Back to your early happy childhood...
Memories of those days are with me still;

Unable to let go of your growing days...
You were absolutely my sheer joy-
The reason for me to go on living-
You-my most blessed sweet boy;

God gave me such a Golden Gift...
Pregnant for nine months of delight-
Watching my tummy grow and loving you so-
You were my future-most bright;

To say that my World revolved 'round you-
Would, indeed, be absolutely true-
You were my reason for being...
A precious Gift Of God-that is you;

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poem by Theodora Onken
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Romeo And Juliet Go Shopping

Getting out of cul de sacs
where I’m often forced to stop
sometimes makes me think of Sax
Fifth Avenue, and want to shop,
but if there are no nosey parkers
who watch me going on my spree,
I head instead for Neiman Marcus,
where customers can park for free.
If people watch me in the cul
de sac I choose another market,
and head for somewhere cheap and dull
like Macy’s, Bloomingdale or Target,
for when I’ve got the shopping urge
I don’t want anyone to know
My only motive is to splurge,
like Juliet and Romeo
when buying one another drugs,
shared together, going Dutch,
heart-stopping shopping just for hugs
for which they surely paid too much.

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poem by Gershon Hepner
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Est Echo O Si Dense aussi Coincidence - Te Rencontrer MC

Est Echo O Si Dense aussi Coincidence - Te Rencontrer MC

Te rencontrer? Qui sait? Talent c’est ton portrait.
Etudes, fort cultivée, esprit vif, éveillée,
Rapport rare et rieur refusant de risquer
Espoir d’égalité, éncourageante et vraie,
Nos idées en commun - noblesse éclat, élan.
Contre vains culs-de-sac, cœur du cœur le ressac
Ouverture à l’écho osmose, point intello,
Nous! Non une et un, NOUS! – quel violon!
T’aimer très tendrement toujours serait mon chant.
Rêvant réaliser, réussite et foyer,
Entente bien lunée étincellante, étoilée.
Rendezvous risquer? Rubis, où te trouver?
Magique est ton prénom, Mon amour, mon shalom.
Charme, aimant le Médoc, Cues, Nicolas, t’es Doc.

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Rumination Haj

Caught in an expressive cul-de-sac,
all imagery goes down the tube
iconoclastically, with lack
of space that curves when artists cube,
on a rumination haj,
searching an interior Mecca
thoughts collected as collage,
minimally like a Necker.

David Hadjou reviews John Adams’s Hallelujah Junction (“Music Lessons: A memoir by the composer John Adams is a collage of memory criticism, theory and ruminations on creativity, ” NYT Book Review, October 26,2008) :
Commonly mistaken for a minimalist, Adams has employed the minimalist aesthetic primarily as a point of departure. He recognized fairly early that “minimalism as a governing aesthetic could and would rapidly exhaust itself, ” as he writes here. “Like Cubism in painting, it was a radically new idea, but its reductive worldview would soon leave its practitioners caught in an expressive cul-de-sac.” Adams’s importance as a composer is rooted not so much in his having done anything new, but, rather, in his having done very well the things he has done: operas (“Nixon in China” and “The Death of Klinghoffer, ” both staged by Peter Sellars) , symphonic choral works (“On the Transmigration of Souls, ” an elegy to the victims of the Sept.11 attacks, which won the Pulitzer Prize for music in 2003) , piano pieces and a dozen or so other major compositions of various kinds. His music is minimal in the sense that Adams employs as few materials as necessary, rather than as few as possible, though he strives for and tends to achieve a maximalism of effect. With “Hallelujah Junction, ” Adams has put in prose an argument against the ideology of aesthetic continuum, a case that his music has always articulated eloquently by example. “That particular continuum I found ridiculously exclusive, being founded on a kind of Darwinian view of stylistic evolution, ” he argues. If a composition “didn’t in some way advance the evolution of the language, yielding progress either by a technological innovation or in the increasing complexity of the discourse, it was not even worth discussing.” Who cares? John Adams. And, so, now do we.

10/26/08

poem by Gershon Hepner
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Trip to Nowhere

The bus stood still in the cul-de-sac,
He knew it had come for him,
For the colours of day were beginning to fade
And the nights had been closing in,
He'd not been bad, as in 'terrible bad'
Was less than a good man, true!
But the bus stood still in the cul-de-sac
With the legend - 'Coming for YOU! '

He waited there by the myrtle hedge
Then he heard the motor catch,
The driver, he was a terrible man
With a cloak and a hood to match,
He stopped the bus with a squeal of brakes
As the doors had folded in,
And rasped, 'Hey Carcass, clamber aboard
Let the ride of your life begin! '

The passengers sat there two by two
All grey in the fading light,

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poem by David Lewis Paget
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