Bill, the poem.
In outer space it`s hard to get,
Custard for your cheese bauggettes.
Which makes unhappy space cadets,
Who drive into the sun.
Ah..outer space, it warps your mind.
The socks you`ll loose, the socks you`ll find.
The space cadets are flying blind,
Straight into the sun.
But space is full of custard trees!
And small blue frogs and strange disease,
and even suicidal cheese,
Which flings itself into the sun.
So space cadets do not loose hope.
They make a comm from carved up soap,
And find the place where they can cope.
The custard haven, Starbase One.
One Weird Dude
There was a man who people knew
He drove a van and a car too
He was rather bright, or so people thought
Till one day his car put him on the spot
It seemed the cold had took hold of his doors
And anger and frustration seeped from his pores
For what seemed like days he worked on the car
With what seemed like everything but a cro-bar
Then suddenly someone said with shaking knees
"What if maybe you try your keys?"
The man looked up with the grimace of a goul,
And let out with a cry "Why am I such a fool?"
Society destroys, society kills, and it's society that puts the blame on me.
I am the one who hates
I am the one who kills
I am the one who blames
But I am the one who feels!
I'm not the destructor, it is all not my fault.
Weight upon my shoulders is crushingme, crushing my heart, crushing my life and my soul
All this pressure and suffocation.
So I can't live free.
None of us are free.
THey place so much blame on me they nail it to me with a spike, that I myself am almost convinced it's true
But I know I'm not the one who did this to you.
Please do not blame me.
I am not the bad guy.
All the blame that's put on me.
All the teary eyes I have to face.
All the violence around me
I can't stand to live like this anymore
I can't handle the suffocation
I can't handle the pain,
I can't handle the hate in your eyes, all the hate that surrounds me.
And all I wanted was to be loved...
to be held...
to be needed...
"Avarice, envy, price,
Three fatal sparks, have set the hearts of all
-Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
"For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he pass'd;
And the eyes of the sleepers wax'd deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still."
Looking for a Girl
by Paul Curran
I'm looking for a girl to love.
I'm looking for a girl to hug.
And I'm NOT impressed by the dirty talk.
So all those girls who want quick sex can take a walk.
I never wanna resort to violence so don't waste your time provoting me...
I have the money to enjoy life and I wanna share that with you see...
If my words ever hurt you then I'd wanna go back in time and mend the mistakes I make!
I'll tell her "no" the day I met her.
She knows she better let me be!
But if you know you deserve better. If you go with me you need to be clever.
If you are then I want to!
I want you too. (x4)
I wanna take you to twenty fifty-eight when we'ill have plenty of mates!
Lets holiday away in the far future and then sing this song again...
Friends and relatives will be much older.
But our love lives and won''t touch you colder.
I'd be seventy-five years old...
So we can hold each other...
There comes a time when we have to be more respectful than normal but for now lets just be cool...
No harm intended girl but can''t you see I fancy the arse off you!
No I don't care if you're not some hot girl that everybody wants.
So I dare to ignore a famous girl and everybody taunts.
(spoken)I'm looking for someone who has feeling...
By: Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion 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 steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
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 of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
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.
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
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 for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
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