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I was cleaning; rummaging through my closet and came across these papers; old favorites i've collected. wanted to share. hope you all enjoy. have a great week end!...



Invitation

If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!

(Shel Silverstein)

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Never

Never say "I love you"
if you don't really care.
never talk about feelings,
if they aren't really there.
Never hold my hand,
if you're going to break my heart.
Never say you're going to,
if you don't plan to start.
Never look into my eyes,
if all you do is lie.
Never say "hello"
if you really mean "goodbye".
if you really mean forever
then say you will try.
Never say forever,
cause forever makes me cry.

(Rachel Dill)
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How far...

you go in life depends on your being tender with the young, compassionate with the aged, sympathetic with the striving and tolerant of the weak and strong. Because someday in life you will have been all these.

(George Washington Carver)

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Here

Here i am in the garden laughing
an old woman with heavy breasts
and a nicely mapped face

how did this happen?
well that's who i wanted to be

at last a woman
in the old style
sitting stout
thighs apart under
a big skirt grandchild sliding
on off my lap a pleasant
summer perspiration

that's my old man across the yard
he's talking to the meter reader
he's telling him the world's sad story
how electricity is oil or uranium
and so forth i tell my grandson
run over to your grandpa ask him
to sit besides me for a minute I
am suddenly exhausted by my desire
to kiss his sweet explaining lips

(Grace Paley)
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Sexual

li da di
li da di
li da di da di da li

(repeat)

don't you know that when you touch me baby that it's torture
brush up against me i get chills all down my spine
when you talk to me it's painful
you don't know what you do to this heart of mine, ehh

chorus
don't make this one dimensional
the way i feel is sexual
the way i feel is sexual
it can't be intellectual
the way i feel is sexual
the way i feel is sexual
when you're next to me

li da di
li da di
li da di da di da li

(repeat)

i confess i watch your mouth move baby when you're speaking
study your body when you walk out of the room
you'll see how much you value my friendship
but i want you addicted to my perfume, ehh

chorus

when you're next to me

li da di
li da di
li da di da di da li

baby talk to me and let me kiss you
let me show you the things i can do for you, ehh

chorus

when you're next to me

li da di
li da di
li da di da di da li

don't make this one dimensional

(Amber)


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A cup of coffe

one morning, a woman woke to the smell of coffee. She soon discovered that her 7 year old grandson made a fresh cup. after managing to drink the cup of the worst tasting coffee she ever had, she discovered 2 green toy soldiers at the bottom.

after asking her grandson, "why are there two soldiers in my coffee cup?" he replied, "well, everyone knows that the best part of waking up is soldiers in your cup."

(unknown)
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The hardest thing

in life is to know which bridge to cross and which to burn

(David Russell)

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Hug O' War

I will not play at tug o' war.
I'd rather play at hug o' war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.

(Shel Silverstein)


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The Last Goodbye

The streets are big and empty
Ever since you left me
I really hate to say
That nothing's good for me
Since I haven't seen you lately
The days without you pass me
The hours and minutes blast me
They're the coldest reminder of the bitter hole you left here in my heart

If you'd been good to me baby
I'd consider it
maybe
I can still loose my heart and my soul over you
Oh, but never my head
I swore my love was true
Looking through tears in my eyes
But I promise to you this is gonna be finally the last goodbye
The last goodbye

Even if you come to beg me
To forgive you, you won't make me
Even if I see you crying
You'll still probably be lying
Even if it causes me pain
I've already thrown off your chains
And I swear that this ranchera's gonna be the last goodbye

Even if you come to plead
Begging on your hands and knees
Even if I see you crying
You'll still probably be lying
Even if you say that you've changed
I'm still throwin off your cruel chains
And I swear that this ranchera's gonna be the last goodbye

[Instrument Break]

If you'd been good to me baby
I'd consider it and maybe
I can still lose my heart and my soul over you
Oh, but never my head
I swore my love was true
Looking through tears in my eyes
But I promise to you this is gonnabe finally the last goodbye
The last goodbye

Even if you come to beg me
To forgive you, you won't make me
Even if I see you crying
You'll still probably be lying
Even if it causes me pain
I've already thrown off your chains
And I swear that this ranchera's gonna be the last goodbye

Even if you come to plead
Begging on your hands and knees
Even if I see you crying
You'll still probably be lying
Even if you say that you've changed
I'm still throwin off your cruel chains
And I swear that this ranchera's gonna be the last goodbye

Even if you come to beg me
To forgive you, you won't make me
Even if I see you crying
You'll still probably be lying
Even if it causes me pain
I've already thrown off your chains
And I swear that this rancheras gonna be the last goodbye

Even if you come to plead
Begging on your hands and knees
Even if I see you crying
You'll still probably be lying
Even if you say that you've changed
I'm still throwin off your cruel chains
And I swear that this rancheras gonna be the last
goodbye

(Paulina Rubio)
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After a while...

you learn
the subtle difference between
holding a hand
and chaining a soul
and you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
and company doesn't always mean security.
and you begin to learn
that kisses aren't contracts and
presents aren't promises
and you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead
with the grace of a woman
not the grief of a child
and you learn
to build all your roads on today
because tomorrow's ground is
too uncertain for plans
and futures have a way of falling down
in mid-flight.

after a while you learn
that even sunshine burns
if you get too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting
for someone to bring you flowers.
and you learn
that you really can endure
that you really are strong
and you really do have worth
and you learn
and you learn
with every goodbye you learn.

(unknown)


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TONIGHT I CAN WRITE

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, `The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night, whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

(PABLO NERUDA. translated by W. S. Merwin)