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The windows will shatter The walls will fall Tis Lee that's here To look after us all He gives of himself And shares his time Making it possible For me to rhyme He looks out for others Throughout the day Sharing happiness and pain Come what may He's is my friend A wonderful man Showing support Doing all he can I appreciate him For giving to me What a superhero This guy names Lee See what he does to me!! Made me rhyme Thank you, thank you so much, you dont know how much this means to me It's my pleasure Lee... Without friends like you I would have left this place long ago. It is a blessing to call you friend!! |
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The windows will shatter The walls will fall Tis Lee that's here To look after us all He gives of himself And shares his time Making it possible For me to rhyme He looks out for others Throughout the day Sharing happiness and pain Come what may He's is my friend A wonderful man Showing support Doing all he can I appreciate him For giving to me What a superhero This guy names Lee See what he does to me!! Made me rhyme Thank you, thank you so much, you dont know how much this means to me It's my pleasure Lee... Without friends like you I would have left this place long ago. It is a blessing to call you friend!! Its a blessing to call you a friend as well |
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He Swears
He swears every now and then to begin a better life. But when night comes with its own counsel, its own compromises and prospects-- when night comes with its own power of a body that needs and demands, he returns, lost, to the same fatal pleasure. Constantine P. Cavafy |
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The Mirror of a Moment It dissipates day, It shows men the thin images of appearance, It robs men of the possibility of amusement. It is as hard as stone, Formless stone, The stone of movement and sight, And its brilliance deforms all armor, all masks. What the hand has taken does not deign to take the shape of the hand, What has been understood no longer exists, The bird was confused with the wind, The sky with its truth, Man with his reality. --Paul Eluard, 1895-1952 |
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Constantine P. Cavafy Ithaca (1911) When you set out on your journey to Ithaca, pray that the road is long, full of adventure, full of knowledge. The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops, the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them: You will never find such as these on your path, if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine emotion touches your spirit and your body. The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops, the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter, if you do not carry them within your soul, if your soul does not set them up before you. Pray that the road is long. That the summer mornings are many, when, with such pleasure, with such joy you will enter ports seen for the first time; stop at Phoenician markets, and purchase fine merchandise, mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony, and sensual perfumes of all kinds, as many sensual perfumes as you can; visit many Egyptian cities, to learn and learn from scholars. Always keep Ithaca in your mind. To arrive there is your ultimate goal. But do not hurry the voyage at all. It is better to let it last for many years; and to anchor at the island when you are old, rich with all you have gained on the way, not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches. Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage. Without her you would have never set out on the road. She has nothing more to give you. And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you. Wise as you have become, with so much experience, you must already have understood what Ithacas mean. |
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Ecstasy
I am in front of this feminine land Like a child in front of the fire Smiling vaguely with tears in my eyes In front of this land where all moves in me Where mirrors mist where mirrors clear Reflecting two nude bodies season on season I’ve so many reasons to lose myself On this road-less earth under horizon-less skies Good reasons I ignored yesterday And I’ll never ever forget Good keys of gazes keys their own daughters in front of this land where nature is mine In front of the fire the first fire Good mistress reason Identified star On earth under sky in and out of my heart Second bud first green leaf That the sea covers with sails And the sun finally coming to us I am in front of this feminine land Like a branch in the fire. ---Paul Eluard |
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Constantine P. Cavafy Ithaca (1911) When you set out on your journey to Ithaca, pray that the road is long, full of adventure, full of knowledge. The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops, the angry Poseidon -- do not fear them: You will never find such as these on your path, if your thoughts remain lofty, if a fine emotion touches your spirit and your body. The Lestrygonians and the Cyclops, the fierce Poseidon you will never encounter, if you do not carry them within your soul, if your soul does not set them up before you. Pray that the road is long. That the summer mornings are many, when, with such pleasure, with such joy you will enter ports seen for the first time; stop at Phoenician markets, and purchase fine merchandise, mother-of-pearl and coral, amber and ebony, and sensual perfumes of all kinds, as many sensual perfumes as you can; visit many Egyptian cities, to learn and learn from scholars. Always keep Ithaca in your mind. To arrive there is your ultimate goal. But do not hurry the voyage at all. It is better to let it last for many years; and to anchor at the island when you are old, rich with all you have gained on the way, not expecting that Ithaca will offer you riches. Ithaca has given you the beautiful voyage. Without her you would have never set out on the road. She has nothing more to give you. And if you find her poor, Ithaca has not deceived you. Wise as you have become, with so much experience, you must already have understood what Ithacas mean. |
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Depeche Mode---Blasphemous Rumors
Girl of sixteen, whole life ahead of her Slashed her wrists, bored with life Didnt succeed, thank the lord For small mercies Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note again Sixteen candles burn in her mind She takes the blame, its always the same She goes down on her knees and prays I dont want to start any blasphemous rumours But I think that gods got a sick sense of humor And when I die I expect to find him laughing Girl of eighteen, fell in love with everything Found new life in jesus christ Hit by a car, ended up On a life support machine Summers day, as she passed away Birds were singing in the summer sky Then came the rain, and once again A tear fell from her mothers eye I dont want to start any blasphemous rumours But I think that gods got a sick sense of humor And when I die I expect to find him laughing http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LCDctYgPYN0 |
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MOTHER...
Mother You filled my days with rainbow lights, fairytales and sweet dream nights, A kiss to wipe away my tears, Gingerbread to ease my fears. You gave the gift of life to me, And then in love, you set me free. I thank you for your tender care, for deep warm hugs and being there. I hope that when you think of me, A part of you, you'll always see. ~Author Unknown~ |
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Remember me sweet Lee?
Heres a song that makes me think about you. Yeah he's a looker, but I really think it's guts that matter most. I displayed them for you, strewn out about from coast to coast. I am easily make believe, just dress me up in what you want me to be. I'll take back what I've been saying for quite some time now. I gotta feel you in my bones again, I'm all over you. I'm not over you. I wanna taste you one more time again, I'm all over you. I'm not over you. In my daydreams, in my sleep, infatuation turning into disease. You could cure me, see all you have to do now is please try. Give it your best shot and try. All I'm asking for is love, but you never seem to have enough. I gotta feel you in my bones again, I'm all over you. I'm not over you. I wanna taste you one more time again, I'm all over you. I'm not over you. This life is way too short to get caught up in all this stuff when I just want you to love me back, why can't you just love me back? Why can't you just love me back? (why can't you, why can't you) Why can't you just love me back? (why can't you, why can't you) Why can't you just love me back? (why can't you, why can't you just love) I gotta feel you in my bones again, I'm all over you. I'm not over you. I wanna taste you one more time again, I'm all over you. I'm not over you. This life is way too short to get caught up and all mixed up when I just want you to love me back, why can't you just love me back? Why won't you just love me back? Why can't you just love me back? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DV3tLQ2uGzs |
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Without deep reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people
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http://www.thalcos.com/divusex.htm
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