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unusual

What is life

 

What I feel, I can’t say
But my love is there for you anytime of day
But if it’s not love that you need
Then I’ll try my best to make everything succeed

Tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side

What I know, I can do
If I give my love now to everyone like you
But if it’s not love that you need
Then I’ll try my best to make everything succeed

Tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side
Tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side

What I feel, I can’t say
But my love is there for you any time of day
But if it’s not love that you need
Then I’ll try my best to make everything succeed

Tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side
Oh tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side

What is my life without your love
Tell me, who am I without you, by my side

Oh tell me, what is my life without your love
Tell me who am I without you by my side

 

george young

THE REMAINS

I empty myself of the names of others. I empty my pockets.
I empty my shoes and leave them beside the road.
At night I turn back the clocks;
I open the family album and look at myself as a boy.

What good does it do? The hours have done their job.
I say my own name. I say goodbye.
The words follow each other downwind.
I love my wife but send her away.

My parents rise out of their thrones
into the milky rooms of clouds. How can I sing?
Time tells me what I am. I change and I am the same.
I empty myself of my life and my life remains.

 

jack bello

 

 

 

[Sight is just dust]

Sight is just dust,                                   Mind alone
Obey it must.                                          Introduced the bone.

Fire is just feeds                                    Only mind
On fiery deeds.                                       The flame so kind.

Water from the moon                         Mind is the sea
Appears very soon.                             Made water agree.

Wind in the trees                                   Wind rose deep
Is a mental breeze.                               From empty sleep.

Space in the ground                             Devoid of space
Was dirt by the pound.                       Is the mind of grace.

 

 

 

 

 

art1

 

Faim

Si j’ai du gout, ce n’est guère

Que pour la terre et les pierres.

Je dèjeune toujours d’air,

De roc, de charbons, de fer.

Mes faims, tournez. Paissez, faims,

Le pré des sons.

Attirez le gain venin

Des liserons.

Mangez les cailloux qu’on brise,

Les vielles pierres d’églises;

Les galets des vieux déluges,

pains semés dans les vallées grises.

 

 

STILL I RISE

 
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread 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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

vintage

vintage

 

 

 

John Coltrane, Countdown

Miles Davis, Budo

Stan Gets, A handful of stars

Thelonious Monk, In walked Bud

Herbie Hancock, One finger snap

Anthony Coleman Trio, Ask Anthony 2

John Zorn, Mystic Circles

 

 

Wow, I thought reading that,

when I start falling

in that inhuman pit

of dizzy death

I’ll know (if

smart enough t’remember)

that all the black

tunnels of hate

or love I’m falling

through, are

really radiant

right eternities

for me

 

 

 

 

 

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