POETRY
"Words" by Anne Sexton
Be careful of words,
even the miraculous ones.
For the miraculous we do our best,
sometimes they swarm like insects
and leave not a sting but a kiss.
They can be as good as fingers.
They can be as trusty as the rock
you stick your bottom on.
But they can be both daisies and bruises.
Yet I am in love with words.
They are doves falling out of the ceiling.
They are six holy oranges sitting in my lap.
They are the trees, the legs of summer,
and the sun, its passionate face.
Yet often they fail me.
I have so much I want to say,
so many stories, images, proverbs, etc.
But the words aren't good enough,
the wrong ones kiss me.
Sometimes I fly like an eagle
but with the wings of a wren.
But I try to take care
and be gentle to them.
Words and eggs must be handled with care.
Once broken they are impossible
things to repair.
even the miraculous ones.
For the miraculous we do our best,
sometimes they swarm like insects
and leave not a sting but a kiss.
They can be as good as fingers.
They can be as trusty as the rock
you stick your bottom on.
But they can be both daisies and bruises.
Yet I am in love with words.
They are doves falling out of the ceiling.
They are six holy oranges sitting in my lap.
They are the trees, the legs of summer,
and the sun, its passionate face.
Yet often they fail me.
I have so much I want to say,
so many stories, images, proverbs, etc.
But the words aren't good enough,
the wrong ones kiss me.
Sometimes I fly like an eagle
but with the wings of a wren.
But I try to take care
and be gentle to them.
Words and eggs must be handled with care.
Once broken they are impossible
things to repair.
"Underface" by Shel Silverstein
Underneath my outside face
There's a face that none can see.
A little less smiley,
A little less sure,
But a whole lot more like me.
Underneath my outside face
There's a face that none can see.
A little less smiley,
A little less sure,
But a whole lot more like me.
"Keep a Poem in Your Pocket" by Beatrice Schenkde Regniers
Keep a poem in your pocket
and a picture in your head
and you'll never feel lonely
at night when you're in bed.
The little poem will sing to you.
The little picture it brings to you
A dozen dreams to dance to you
At night when your in bed.
So---
Keep a picture in your pocket
And a poem in your head
And you'll never feel lonely
At night when your in bed.
and a picture in your head
and you'll never feel lonely
at night when you're in bed.
The little poem will sing to you.
The little picture it brings to you
A dozen dreams to dance to you
At night when your in bed.
So---
Keep a picture in your pocket
And a poem in your head
And you'll never feel lonely
At night when your in bed.
"Butt Prints in the Sand" - Author Unknown
One night I had a wondrous dream,
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some strange prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?
Those prints are large and round and net,
But Lord they are too big for feet."
"My child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith
But you refused and made me wait.
You disobeyed, you would not grow
The walk of faith you would not know,
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt."
"Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand."
One set of footprints there was seen,
The footprints of my precious Lord
But mine were not along the shore.
But then some strange prints appeared,
And I asked the Lord, "What have we here?
Those prints are large and round and net,
But Lord they are too big for feet."
"My child," He said in somber tones,
"For miles I carried you alone.
I challenged you to walk in faith
But you refused and made me wait.
You disobeyed, you would not grow
The walk of faith you would not know,
So I got tired, I got fed up,
And there I dropped you on your butt."
"Because in life, there comes a time,
When one must fight and one must climb,
When one must rise and take a stand,
Or leave their butt prints in the sand."
"Fire and Ice" by Robert Frost
Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
"Faith" by Emily Dickinson
"Faith" is a fine invention
For gentleman who see,
But Microscopes are prudent
In an emergency!
For gentleman who see,
But Microscopes are prudent
In an emergency!
~ Maya Angelou ~
"Still, I Rise"
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin' in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I'll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history's shame
I rise
Up from a past that's rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.
"Phenomenal Woman"
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
"I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings"
The free bird leaps
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill, for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
on the back of the win
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wings
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.
But a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings
with fearful trill
of the things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill, for the caged bird
sings of freedom
The free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.
But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.
~ Langston Hughes ~
"Dream Deffered"
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
and then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
"Dreams"
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
and then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
"Dreams"
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
"Kids Who Die"
This is for the kids who die,
Black and white,
For kids will die certainly....
The old and rich will live on awhile,
As always,
Eating blood and gold,
Letting kids die.
Kids will die in the swamps of Mississippi
Organizing sharecroppers
Kids will die in the streets of Chicago
Organizing workers
Kids will die in the orange groves of California
Telling others to get together
Whites and Filipinos,
Negroes and Mexicans,
All kinds of kids will die
Who don't believe in lies, and bribes, and contentment
And a lousy peace.
Of course, the wise and the learned
Who pen editorials in the papers,
And the gentlemen with Dr. in front of their names
White and black,
Who make surveys and write books
Will live on weaving words to smother the kids who die,
And the sleazy courts,
And the bribe-reaching police,
And the blood-loving generals,
And the money-loving preachers
Will all raise their hands against the kids who die,
Beating them with laws and clubs and bayonets and bullets
To frighten the people --
For the kids who die are like iron in the blood of the people --
And the old and rich don't want the people
To taste the iron of the kids who die,
Don't want the people to get wise to their own power,
To believe an Angelo Herndon, or even get together
Listen, kids who die --
Maybe, now, there will be no monument for you
Except in our hearts
Maybe your bodies'll be lost in a swamp
Or a prison grave, or the potter's field,
Or the rivers where you're drowned like Leibknecht
But the day will come --
You are sure yourselves that it is coming --
When the marching feet of the masses
Will raise for you a living monument of love,
And joy, and laughter,
And black hands and white hands clasped as one,
And a song that reaches the sky --
The song of the life triumphant
Through the kids who die.
This is for the kids who die,
Black and white,
For kids will die certainly....
The old and rich will live on awhile,
As always,
Eating blood and gold,
Letting kids die.
Kids will die in the swamps of Mississippi
Organizing sharecroppers
Kids will die in the streets of Chicago
Organizing workers
Kids will die in the orange groves of California
Telling others to get together
Whites and Filipinos,
Negroes and Mexicans,
All kinds of kids will die
Who don't believe in lies, and bribes, and contentment
And a lousy peace.
Of course, the wise and the learned
Who pen editorials in the papers,
And the gentlemen with Dr. in front of their names
White and black,
Who make surveys and write books
Will live on weaving words to smother the kids who die,
And the sleazy courts,
And the bribe-reaching police,
And the blood-loving generals,
And the money-loving preachers
Will all raise their hands against the kids who die,
Beating them with laws and clubs and bayonets and bullets
To frighten the people --
For the kids who die are like iron in the blood of the people --
And the old and rich don't want the people
To taste the iron of the kids who die,
Don't want the people to get wise to their own power,
To believe an Angelo Herndon, or even get together
Listen, kids who die --
Maybe, now, there will be no monument for you
Except in our hearts
Maybe your bodies'll be lost in a swamp
Or a prison grave, or the potter's field,
Or the rivers where you're drowned like Leibknecht
But the day will come --
You are sure yourselves that it is coming --
When the marching feet of the masses
Will raise for you a living monument of love,
And joy, and laughter,
And black hands and white hands clasped as one,
And a song that reaches the sky --
The song of the life triumphant
Through the kids who die.
"The Turning Point" by T.D. Edwards
A turning point is lurking near
Feeling afraid, but not knowing what to fear
Searching for guidance to help pull through
But nobody knows where to pull you to
Attempting to walk without stumbling or tripping
But terrified that Failure will send you slipping
While you pretend to be brave by walking forward
Even though you don't know what direction to go toward
Yelling for help along the way
But choking on words; you don't know what to say
So all that escapes from your mouth is a laugh
As you secretly struggle down the mysterious path
Frequenly falling into deep ditching and holes
But quickly jumping up so that nobody knows
Trying to conceal all of the feelings
You hide deep inside for fear of revealing
The nervousness, the worries, and all of the doubts,
Constantly trying to shake them all out
But they keep invading every thought in your head
Wishing for an easier way, but instead
You open your mind and open your eyes
And then you suddenly began to realize
That there's only two ways to go--up or down
It's up to you to choose your ground
Either you can fall and refuse to get up
And just lay there trying to test your luck
Or you can keep faith in yourself and know there's a way
To make it through even the toughest days
Knowing the only thing to do is keep going
Down the path to keep learning and growing
Feeling afraid, but not knowing what to fear
Searching for guidance to help pull through
But nobody knows where to pull you to
Attempting to walk without stumbling or tripping
But terrified that Failure will send you slipping
While you pretend to be brave by walking forward
Even though you don't know what direction to go toward
Yelling for help along the way
But choking on words; you don't know what to say
So all that escapes from your mouth is a laugh
As you secretly struggle down the mysterious path
Frequenly falling into deep ditching and holes
But quickly jumping up so that nobody knows
Trying to conceal all of the feelings
You hide deep inside for fear of revealing
The nervousness, the worries, and all of the doubts,
Constantly trying to shake them all out
But they keep invading every thought in your head
Wishing for an easier way, but instead
You open your mind and open your eyes
And then you suddenly began to realize
That there's only two ways to go--up or down
It's up to you to choose your ground
Either you can fall and refuse to get up
And just lay there trying to test your luck
Or you can keep faith in yourself and know there's a way
To make it through even the toughest days
Knowing the only thing to do is keep going
Down the path to keep learning and growing
"Booker T. and W.E.B." by Dudley Randall
"It seems to me," said Booker T.,
"It shows a mighty lot of cheek
To study chemistry and Greek
When Mister Charlie needs a hand
To hoe the cotton on his land,
And when Miss Ann looks for a cook,
Why stick your nose inside a book?"
"I don't agree," said W.E.B.
"If I should have the drive to seek
Knowledge of chemistry or Greek,
I'll do it. Charles and Miss can look
Another place for hand or cook,
Some men rejoice in skill of hand,
And some in cultivating land,
But there are others who maintain
The right to cultivate the brain."
"It seems to me," said Booker T.,
"That all you folks have missed the boat
Who shout about the right to vote,
And spend vain days and sleepless nights
In uproar over civil rights.
Just keep your mouths shut, do not grouse,
But work, and save, and buy a house."
"I don't agree," said W.E.B.
"For what can property avail
If dignity and justice fail?
Unless you help to make the laws,
They'll steal your house with trumped-up clause.
A rope's as tight, a fire as hot,
No matter how much cash you've got.
Speak soft, and try your little plan,
But as for me, I'll be a man."
"It seems to me," said Booker T.--
"I don't agree,"
Said W.E.B.
"It shows a mighty lot of cheek
To study chemistry and Greek
When Mister Charlie needs a hand
To hoe the cotton on his land,
And when Miss Ann looks for a cook,
Why stick your nose inside a book?"
"I don't agree," said W.E.B.
"If I should have the drive to seek
Knowledge of chemistry or Greek,
I'll do it. Charles and Miss can look
Another place for hand or cook,
Some men rejoice in skill of hand,
And some in cultivating land,
But there are others who maintain
The right to cultivate the brain."
"It seems to me," said Booker T.,
"That all you folks have missed the boat
Who shout about the right to vote,
And spend vain days and sleepless nights
In uproar over civil rights.
Just keep your mouths shut, do not grouse,
But work, and save, and buy a house."
"I don't agree," said W.E.B.
"For what can property avail
If dignity and justice fail?
Unless you help to make the laws,
They'll steal your house with trumped-up clause.
A rope's as tight, a fire as hot,
No matter how much cash you've got.
Speak soft, and try your little plan,
But as for me, I'll be a man."
"It seems to me," said Booker T.--
"I don't agree,"
Said W.E.B.
~ Michael Jackson ~
"Planet Earth"
Planet Earth, my home, my place,
A capricious anomaly in the sea of space.
Planet Earth are you just
Floating by, a cloud of dust?
A minor globe, about to bust?
A piece of metal bound to rust?
A speck of matter in a mindless void,
A lonely spaceship, a large asteroid?
Cold as a rock without a hue,
Held together with a bit of glue,
Something tells me this isn't true,
You are my sweetheart soft and blue.
Do you care, have you a part
In the deepest emotions of my own heart?
Tender with breezes caressing and whole
Alive with music, haunting my soul..
In my veins I've felt the mystery
Of corridors of time, books of history.
Life songs of ages throbbing in my blood
Have danced the rhythm of the tide and flood.
Your misty clouds, your electric storm,
Were turbulent tempests in my own form.
I've licked the salt, the bitter, the sweet
Of every encounter, of passion, of heat.
Your riotous color, your fragrance, your taste
Have thrilled my senses beyond all haste.
In your beuaty, I've known the how
Of timeless bliss, this moment of now.
Planet Earth are you just
Floating by, a cloud of dust?
A minor globe, about to bust?
A piece of metal bound to rust?
A speck of matter in a mindless void?
A lonely spaceship, a large asteroid?
Cold as a rock without a hue,
Held together with a bit of glue,
Something tells me this isn't true,
You are my sweetheart gentle and blue.
Do you care, have you a part
In the deepest emotions of my own heart?
Tender with breezes caressing and whole,
Alive with music, haunting my soul.
Planet Earth, gentle and blue,
With all my heart, I love you.
A capricious anomaly in the sea of space.
Planet Earth are you just
Floating by, a cloud of dust?
A minor globe, about to bust?
A piece of metal bound to rust?
A speck of matter in a mindless void,
A lonely spaceship, a large asteroid?
Cold as a rock without a hue,
Held together with a bit of glue,
Something tells me this isn't true,
You are my sweetheart soft and blue.
Do you care, have you a part
In the deepest emotions of my own heart?
Tender with breezes caressing and whole
Alive with music, haunting my soul..
In my veins I've felt the mystery
Of corridors of time, books of history.
Life songs of ages throbbing in my blood
Have danced the rhythm of the tide and flood.
Your misty clouds, your electric storm,
Were turbulent tempests in my own form.
I've licked the salt, the bitter, the sweet
Of every encounter, of passion, of heat.
Your riotous color, your fragrance, your taste
Have thrilled my senses beyond all haste.
In your beuaty, I've known the how
Of timeless bliss, this moment of now.
Planet Earth are you just
Floating by, a cloud of dust?
A minor globe, about to bust?
A piece of metal bound to rust?
A speck of matter in a mindless void?
A lonely spaceship, a large asteroid?
Cold as a rock without a hue,
Held together with a bit of glue,
Something tells me this isn't true,
You are my sweetheart gentle and blue.
Do you care, have you a part
In the deepest emotions of my own heart?
Tender with breezes caressing and whole,
Alive with music, haunting my soul.
Planet Earth, gentle and blue,
With all my heart, I love you.
"Speechless"
Your love is magical, that's how I feel.
But I have not the words here to explain--
Gone is the grace for expressions of passion,
But there are worlds and worlds of ways to explain...
To tell you how I feel.
But I am
Speechless, speechless,
That's how you make me feel.
Though I'm with you, I am far away and nothing is for real.
When I'm with you, I am lost for words; I don't know what to say.
My head's spinning like a carousel, so silently I pray.
Helpless and hopeless, that's how I feel inside.
Nothing's real but all is possible if God is on my side.
When I'm with you I am in the light where I cannot be found.
It's as though I am standing in the place called Hallowed Ground.
Speechless, speechless, that's how you make me feel.
Though I'm with you I am far away and nothing is for real.
I'll go anywhere and do anything just to touch your face.
There's no mountain high I cannot climb;
I'm humbled in your grace.
Speechless, speechless, that's how you make me feel.
Though I'm with you I am lost for words and nothing is for real.
Speechless, speechless, that's how you make me feel.
Though I'm with you I am far away and nothing is for real.
Speechless, speechless, that's how you make me feel.
Though I'm with you I am lost for words and nothing is for real.
Speechless...
Your love is magical, that's how I feel
But in your presence I am lost for words...
Words like...
Like, I love you.
But I have not the words here to explain--
Gone is the grace for expressions of passion,
But there are worlds and worlds of ways to explain...
To tell you how I feel.
But I am
Speechless, speechless,
That's how you make me feel.
Though I'm with you, I am far away and nothing is for real.
When I'm with you, I am lost for words; I don't know what to say.
My head's spinning like a carousel, so silently I pray.
Helpless and hopeless, that's how I feel inside.
Nothing's real but all is possible if God is on my side.
When I'm with you I am in the light where I cannot be found.
It's as though I am standing in the place called Hallowed Ground.
Speechless, speechless, that's how you make me feel.
Though I'm with you I am far away and nothing is for real.
I'll go anywhere and do anything just to touch your face.
There's no mountain high I cannot climb;
I'm humbled in your grace.
Speechless, speechless, that's how you make me feel.
Though I'm with you I am lost for words and nothing is for real.
Speechless, speechless, that's how you make me feel.
Though I'm with you I am far away and nothing is for real.
Speechless, speechless, that's how you make me feel.
Though I'm with you I am lost for words and nothing is for real.
Speechless...
Your love is magical, that's how I feel
But in your presence I am lost for words...
Words like...
Like, I love you.
"I Would Die 4 U" by Prince
I'm not a woman
I'm not a man
I am something that you'll never understand
I'll never beat you
I never lie
And if you're evil, I'll forgive you by and by
'Cause you--
I would die 4 u
Darling if you want me to
You
I would die 4 U
I'm not your lover
I'm not your friend
I'm something that you'll never comprehend
No need to worry
No need to cry
I'm your messiah and you're the reason why
'Cause you
I would die 4 u
Darling if you want me to
You
I would die 4 u
You're just a sinner, I am told
Be your fire when you're cold
Make you happy when you're sad
Make you good when you are bad
I'm not human, I'm a dove
I'm your conscience
I am love
All I really need
Is to know that you believe...
I would die 4 u.
I'm not a man
I am something that you'll never understand
I'll never beat you
I never lie
And if you're evil, I'll forgive you by and by
'Cause you--
I would die 4 u
Darling if you want me to
You
I would die 4 U
I'm not your lover
I'm not your friend
I'm something that you'll never comprehend
No need to worry
No need to cry
I'm your messiah and you're the reason why
'Cause you
I would die 4 u
Darling if you want me to
You
I would die 4 u
You're just a sinner, I am told
Be your fire when you're cold
Make you happy when you're sad
Make you good when you are bad
I'm not human, I'm a dove
I'm your conscience
I am love
All I really need
Is to know that you believe...
I would die 4 u.
"When I Grow Up"
Written by Devine Evan; Performed by Sammie on the album From the Bottom to the Top
When I grow up,
I wonder if people will be more afraid to cry than they are to die?
Will I be able to see a rainbow in the small field sky?
Will there be any trees alive?
If not, how will the planet survive?
Will the internet have a website at www.lifetimeairsupply?
When I grow up,
If I got bored and had nothing to do,
And me and my son built a canoe,
Will the water that used to be blue
Be so polluted it would give us the flu?
Will one thousand dollars be enough for a shoe?
Will I have to be like you--
Letting money make every decision for everything that I do?
When I grow up,
Will the existence of dolphins and whales just be a story I tell?
Starting with once upon a time,
Ending with where did we fail.
Will adults be the hammer or nail?
Will schools be next door to jails?
Will the truth be illegal to sale?
When I grow up,
Will anyone be on the news for anything besides killing?
Will those drug dealers still be standing in front of my building?
Will they ever learn how to love, or stay afraid of the feeling?
Will TV and music videos still raise America's children?
When I grow up,
Will innocent kids still be wrongfully touched?
Will students go home from school in a bullet-proof bus?
What if children had no one to trust?
That would hurt me so much.
And I just want to be happy
When I grow up.
I wonder if people will be more afraid to cry than they are to die?
Will I be able to see a rainbow in the small field sky?
Will there be any trees alive?
If not, how will the planet survive?
Will the internet have a website at www.lifetimeairsupply?
When I grow up,
If I got bored and had nothing to do,
And me and my son built a canoe,
Will the water that used to be blue
Be so polluted it would give us the flu?
Will one thousand dollars be enough for a shoe?
Will I have to be like you--
Letting money make every decision for everything that I do?
When I grow up,
Will the existence of dolphins and whales just be a story I tell?
Starting with once upon a time,
Ending with where did we fail.
Will adults be the hammer or nail?
Will schools be next door to jails?
Will the truth be illegal to sale?
When I grow up,
Will anyone be on the news for anything besides killing?
Will those drug dealers still be standing in front of my building?
Will they ever learn how to love, or stay afraid of the feeling?
Will TV and music videos still raise America's children?
When I grow up,
Will innocent kids still be wrongfully touched?
Will students go home from school in a bullet-proof bus?
What if children had no one to trust?
That would hurt me so much.
And I just want to be happy
When I grow up.
"Use Somebody" by Kings of Leon
I've been roaming around, always looking down at all I see
Painted faces filled with places I can't reach
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you and all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you
Off in the night while you live it up, I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice
Someone like me...
I've been roaming around always looking down at all I see
Painted faces filled with places I can't reach
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you and all you know and how you speak
Countless lovers under cover of the street
You know that I could use somebody
You know that I could use somebody
Someone like you
Off in the night while you live it up, I'm off to sleep
Waging wars to shape the poet and the beat
I hope it's gonna make you notice
I hope it's gonna make you notice
Someone like me...
I've been roaming around always looking down at all I see
"Blue Ocean Floor" by Justin Timberlake
Frequency's so low
Heart on a string
A string that only plays solos
Rain made of echoes
Tidal wave rushing on and on
Under the water you scream so loud but the silence surrounds you
But I hear it loud, when you fall in the deep and I'll always find you
If my red eyes don't see you anymore
And I can't hear you through the white noise
Just send your heartbeat, I'll go--
To the blue ocean floor
Where they'll find us no more
On that blue ocean floor
Shell made out of gold
Found on a beach
Picked up and you held so close...
Rain washed out its glow
Heartbeat steadily leads me down below
Under the water you scream so loud but the silence surrounds you
But I hear it loud and you fall in the deep and I'll always find you
If my red eyes don't see you anymore
And I can't hear you through the white noise
Just send your heartbeat, I'll go--
To the blue ocean floor
Where they'll find us no more
On that blue ocean floor
Twenty thousand leagues away, catch up to you on the same day
Travel at the speed of light, thinking the same thoughts at the same time
Heartbeats at a steady pace, I'll let the rhythm show me the way
No one can find us here, fade out and disappear
If my red eyes don't see you anymore
And I can't hear you through the white noise
Just send your heartbeat, I'll go--
To the blue ocean floor
Where they'll find us no more
On that blue ocean floor
Heart on a string
A string that only plays solos
Rain made of echoes
Tidal wave rushing on and on
Under the water you scream so loud but the silence surrounds you
But I hear it loud, when you fall in the deep and I'll always find you
If my red eyes don't see you anymore
And I can't hear you through the white noise
Just send your heartbeat, I'll go--
To the blue ocean floor
Where they'll find us no more
On that blue ocean floor
Shell made out of gold
Found on a beach
Picked up and you held so close...
Rain washed out its glow
Heartbeat steadily leads me down below
Under the water you scream so loud but the silence surrounds you
But I hear it loud and you fall in the deep and I'll always find you
If my red eyes don't see you anymore
And I can't hear you through the white noise
Just send your heartbeat, I'll go--
To the blue ocean floor
Where they'll find us no more
On that blue ocean floor
Twenty thousand leagues away, catch up to you on the same day
Travel at the speed of light, thinking the same thoughts at the same time
Heartbeats at a steady pace, I'll let the rhythm show me the way
No one can find us here, fade out and disappear
If my red eyes don't see you anymore
And I can't hear you through the white noise
Just send your heartbeat, I'll go--
To the blue ocean floor
Where they'll find us no more
On that blue ocean floor
"Swimming" by T.D. Edwards
In denial while deeply thinking,
I can't believe how fast I'm sinking.
My lungs fill with water with each breath I take in,
I get weighed down, searching for the shallow end.
Everyone else watches and smiles from their boat,
saying, "Darling, don't worry. I bet you can float."
But deep inside I wonder how I'll ever get by.
I don't want to swim. I wish I could fly.
Still stuck in the mind of a weak little child
being drowned by water much too cold and too wild.
But there's always a voice from somewhere above,
saying "Stretch out your arms and I'll pull you up.
As long as you promise to kick your feet,
I promise that you can always trust in me.
Just open your eyes and open your mind,
and you'll find a way to swim within time.
When you fail to feel that inside of your heart,
You'll sink faster and to recover, you won't know where to start."
...
I hesitate at first, but then do as I'm told,
and suddenly the water didn't feel as cold.
I realized that I began to swim
when I released the heavy fears weighing down from within.
Now the water will not weight me down,
For as long as I have hope, I cannot truly drown.
I can't believe how fast I'm sinking.
My lungs fill with water with each breath I take in,
I get weighed down, searching for the shallow end.
Everyone else watches and smiles from their boat,
saying, "Darling, don't worry. I bet you can float."
But deep inside I wonder how I'll ever get by.
I don't want to swim. I wish I could fly.
Still stuck in the mind of a weak little child
being drowned by water much too cold and too wild.
But there's always a voice from somewhere above,
saying "Stretch out your arms and I'll pull you up.
As long as you promise to kick your feet,
I promise that you can always trust in me.
Just open your eyes and open your mind,
and you'll find a way to swim within time.
When you fail to feel that inside of your heart,
You'll sink faster and to recover, you won't know where to start."
...
I hesitate at first, but then do as I'm told,
and suddenly the water didn't feel as cold.
I realized that I began to swim
when I released the heavy fears weighing down from within.
Now the water will not weight me down,
For as long as I have hope, I cannot truly drown.
"Vincent" by Tim Burton
Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He’s always polite and does what he’s told
For a boy his age, he’s considerate and nice
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price
He doesn’t mind living with his sister, dog and cats
Though he’d rather share a home with spiders and bats
There he could reflect on the horrors he’s invented
And wander dark hallways, alone and tormented
Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum
He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So he and his horrible zombie dog
Could go searching for victims in the London fog
His thoughts, though, aren’t only of ghoulish crimes
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the times
While other kids read books like Go, Jane, Go!
Vincent’s favourite author is Edgar Allen Poe
One night, while reading a gruesome tale
He read a passage that made him turn pale
Such horrible news he could not survive
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive!
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
Unaware that her grave was his mother’s flower bed
His mother sent Vincent off to his room
He knew he’d been banished to the tower of doom
Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
Alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife
While alone and insane encased in his tomb
Vincent’s mother burst suddenly into the room
She said: “If you want to, you can go out and play
It’s sunny outside, and a beautiful day”
Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn’t speak
The years of isolation had made him quite weak
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
“I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again”
His mother said: “You’re not possessed, and you’re not almost dead
These games that you play are all in your head
You’re not Vincent Price, you’re Vincent Malloy
You’re not tormented or insane, you’re just a young boy
You’re seven years old and you are my son
I want you to get outside and have some real fun.
”Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to swell, to shiver and creak
His horrid insanity had reached its peak
He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave
She spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands
While, through cracking walls, reached skeleton hands
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams!
To escape the madness, he reached for the door
But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor
His voice was soft and very slow
As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe:
“and my soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor
shall be lifted?
Nevermore…”
He’s always polite and does what he’s told
For a boy his age, he’s considerate and nice
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price
He doesn’t mind living with his sister, dog and cats
Though he’d rather share a home with spiders and bats
There he could reflect on the horrors he’s invented
And wander dark hallways, alone and tormented
Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum
He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So he and his horrible zombie dog
Could go searching for victims in the London fog
His thoughts, though, aren’t only of ghoulish crimes
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the times
While other kids read books like Go, Jane, Go!
Vincent’s favourite author is Edgar Allen Poe
One night, while reading a gruesome tale
He read a passage that made him turn pale
Such horrible news he could not survive
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive!
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
Unaware that her grave was his mother’s flower bed
His mother sent Vincent off to his room
He knew he’d been banished to the tower of doom
Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
Alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife
While alone and insane encased in his tomb
Vincent’s mother burst suddenly into the room
She said: “If you want to, you can go out and play
It’s sunny outside, and a beautiful day”
Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn’t speak
The years of isolation had made him quite weak
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
“I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again”
His mother said: “You’re not possessed, and you’re not almost dead
These games that you play are all in your head
You’re not Vincent Price, you’re Vincent Malloy
You’re not tormented or insane, you’re just a young boy
You’re seven years old and you are my son
I want you to get outside and have some real fun.
”Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to swell, to shiver and creak
His horrid insanity had reached its peak
He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave
She spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands
While, through cracking walls, reached skeleton hands
Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams!
To escape the madness, he reached for the door
But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor
His voice was soft and very slow
As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe:
“and my soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor
shall be lifted?
Nevermore…”
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"Swimming" and "The Turning Point" property of T.D. Edwards
"Swimming" and "The Turning Point" property of T.D. Edwards