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Verse 1.
Like a door you opened up your heart;
Like the floor you've walked me out;
What am I to do
What am I to do
You reject my love;
CHROUS:
Oh! could I love you;
Wouldn't I be allowed to
All you have to do;
Is say yes, too;
Once again, I'm asking;
Couldn't I and wouldn't would you allow us to be in love;
Like a painting on the wall;
Like a nail holding it up so that it doesn't fall;
What am I to do
What am I to do
You've rejected me now I'm blue;
CHROUS:
Oh! could I love you;
Wouldn't I be allowed to
All you have to do;
Is say yes, too;
Once again, I'm asking;
Couldn't I and wouldn't would you allow us to be in love;
Now I've shut the door
And I'm standing still here on the floor
And I'm not going no where
I've taken the painting down from the wall
And the nail I placed it in the trash; (so your bare foot won't step on it)
This love will last, I'm standing here just to say...
CHROUS:
Oh! could I love you;
Wouldn't I be allowed to
All you have to do;
Is say yes, too;
Once again, I'm asking;
Couldn't I and wouldn't would you allow us to be in love;
Couldn't I and wouldn't would you allow us to be in love;
08/29/17
written words & Arranged music by
James Edward Lee Sr. & The Corinthian
I am not letting you rent a space inside my head.
No, you are not living here no more.
Stop running up and down in my head.
You trampled my heart, step on it.
Now you're coming in and out, up and down in my head.
Leave me alone, I am good on my own.
I want to die, I can’t take this anymore....you are breaking my soul.
Leave my head, you reckless soul, you crack my heart, now you want a room in my head. I will not have you here … Leave me, you wicked soul. Go back to hell, you evil spirit…depart from me.
Leave me alone, you reckless soul. You are haunting me. My heart and head are a war, love and hate playing games in my head …who is winning, I can’t tell …you evil spirit, leave me alone
Stop… stop, get off my mind, you wicked, evil man.
Sanjay Karmakar
Hey hey! let's give fire to the palace, villas
hold the gunpowder to set to burn down the house, rouse
who are poor slum houses to keep hot, sought
to keep them warmth in winter, in dance & songs
yes we should set on the principle
hot.
Today let's we destroy their supremacy
overwhelmed in such a furor
destroy their palace down to dust; in way to set up equality
to sing the song of freedom in this morn
and to pass them towards extinction
we are the carrier of the bravery and the valor better
we must step on it today, we are arrogant
we will sing that song of humanity
if we have to pay our life too, no matter
The birds will sing in a sweet voice, peace will come to the nest.
hey pay attention, today we will kill the evil
come on to destroy the acts of evils in the country,
come on in a dress of an army
come on to sing the sweet melody, come on, come on.
Set the fire, set set set, come on be fierce to set the fire
come on united to destroy these flowers
those which, gives off its fragrance in the vapor of poison
and spreading the bad lesson
let's we done destroy these today,
come on.
Let's sing that song of peace filled with love
Joy Bangla in a loud voice, in this dawn
to make gold our nation.
She's like bubble gum
I take her out of the wrapper
Put her in my mouth
Chomp down
It taste good at first
There's no denying that
The taste is wonderful
It's sugary and sweet
There's new touches of sweetness that I can savor
I swoosh it around in my mouth
I blow a big bubble
And I then hear her pop
There's no better sound
Than to hear that pop
It's a thrill
Then after awhile
The taste looses it's sweetness
It becomes a chore
I swoosh it around my mouth
It's seems rudimentary
Not complimentary
I blow a big bubble
It doesn't pop
It lost it's flavor
I then take the bubble gum
Look at it for the last time
Toss it out into the wind
And let someone else step on it
It's that easy
There's more bubble gum to unwrap
Baby out there is thinking what the heck
Is he talking about
She's right
She's still in the wrapper
Freshly minted
Gift wrapped
Waiting to arrive, I bet
Baby out there is thinking what the heck
Is he talking about
She's right
I'm just having fun,
dreaming
connie pachecho
1/14/17
Something has got to change...
snap out of your foolish rage;
be honest with yourself,
and say," I don't want to be yours! "
Not long ago,
you adored me
like there's was
no other man on earth;
a moment ago,
you refused to be touched;
and while I'm playing your song,
you look away...
Something has got to change...
how come you can't breath
the same air that I breath,
and have the same needs that I have?
Why can't you,at least, feel the joy
of being loved so faithfully,
and why you hate my looks of sweetness;
don't I love you nevertheless?
Something has got to change...
our moments together
can't turn into memories:
they must live inside of us!
Something has got to change...
I laid everything at your feet,
hoping you'd keep this secret;
I offered you more than love,
and you shouldn't kick it and step on it...
like it was a worthless stone!
Something has got to change today...
search for kindness and pity,
and be willing to care!
I tend to my field by myself; no one knows how well I do this
This is my cloud that I harvest all my feelings and I am King
So what demands you have or think you have on my cloud?
My cloud is other than my safe haven, with hard sweat and tears
I will make it rain, and it will flood some dreams
When someone request to see my cloud it is not white nor gray
I spout out a bluish silver color with lots of fun shapes that stay
I grumble like thunder making lightning afterwards
I grumble like thunder when people seem to think my field is theirs
No way! I say, Hey YOU! Get off MY Cloud! To day
I try my best to push them off with louder thunder
With lightning flash with some god like shock
My world, my soul, my hardship and most of my entire dream
Is emptied out by one that stands wrong on my field of dreams
The silver lining becomes so dull; I hope to make them fall
My cloud is as wide as a field that I may grow and sow
Now once more, I will say if it fails to get them off my cloud so low
I may have it not low, to make the fall a hard blow
I am King on my cloud; I can make it float high
I can make it float low, but if you decide to step on it
You will find thunder and lightning that will make a great show
And I will say the same thing once more
Hey YOU! Get off My cloud!
I love beading, I love making gifts and jewelry to sell. I had a project in progress, beading a bracelet, but I ran out of thread a few thousand times and in the process of cutting another piece, mislaid my needle;
Alarmed, frantically searching,
I had every horrid scenario going through my mind.
What if I stepped on the thing and it went through my toe? My cat could step on it and it could get lodged in her leg bone; it was certainly thin enough; my god, what if she ate the thing! How would they get the needle out of her?
I’m breathing heavily now, flashlight in one hand and a magnet in the other, scraping it across the carpet. Even worse, I had a picture of myself falling on the thing; geez, it went straight into my eye; there goes that expensive implant!
Outright, panting, sweating, in complete panic now;
I can’t find it; what do I do? In the time it takes to get the vacuum; it could end up inside of my cat! Settling myself on the brink of a panicked pulmonary incident; I stand up from the floor and there, on the table...my eyes met that pesky needle; right where I’d left it when I pulled out that last bit of thread...well, now I’m too stressed to finish...no focus.
Memories are walls
desecrated by graffiti of remembrance
well intentioned people
all around
and me
playing that „warm rabbit“ game
(take a guess who the rabbit is)
it feels like I'm one of those happy faces on Kerouac's road
I feel like an idiot
it has to feel like that when you deliver a piece of self so other can step on it
even though stepping on it was not intended
but
not knowing what to do with it
they just step on it
when mistake acquires a form of face
leave some words unspoken – they taught me
it is nicer to be humanly than fashionably conscious – they taught me
so i just have a message for you: eat ****,
you have devoured all of my cookies anyway so
by academic degree
babbitry of yours couldn't be washed – they failed
when iron clew entangles in your chest
oversleep
it will go away
it always does – they failed
wrist is accustomed on postponement
and I have forced expression
for every urbanely pickled photography
that whore karma laid down one nice slap on my cheek
well
on what is left of it
****
... man is it's evolution
* warm rabbit was notorious practice in jail for political prisoners in Yugoslavia (Goli otok) where when a new prisoner came prison guards would forced prisoners to line up in two rows and new prisoner had to walk through and other prisoners were forced to beat him with any object available until prison guards said it's enough.