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Posted: 7/2/2008 8:47:16 PM |
Leonard Norman Cohen, CC, GOQ (born September 21, 1934 in Westmount, Quebec) is a Canadian singer-songwriter, poet and novelist. Cohen published his first book of poetry in Montreal in 1956 and his first novel in 1963.
Cohen's earliest songs (many of which appeared on the 1967 album Songs of Leonard Cohen) were rooted in European folk music melodies[citation needed] and instrumentation, sung in a high baritone. The 1970s were a musically restless period in which his influences broadened to encompass pop, cabaret and world music. Since the 1980s he has typically sung in lower registers (bass baritone and bass), with accompaniment from electronic synthesizers and female backing singers.
His work often explores the themes of religion, isolation, sexuality, and complex interpersonal relationships.
Cohen's songs and poetry have influenced many other singer-songwriters, and more than a thousand renditions of his work have been recorded. He has been inducted into the Canadian Music Hall of Fame and the Canadian Songwriters Hall of Fame and is also a Companion of the Order of Canada, the nation's highest civilian honour. Cohen was inducted into the American Rock and Roll Hall of Fame with a speech by Lou Reed on March 10, 2008 for his status among the "highest and most influential echelon of songwriters".[1]
A song...Band R.E.M. even gave credit for this song to Cohen...lovely song!
Thought this might be informative for some...sure was me!
Someone quotin' the Man and ..takin' credit! Love this Song!
~ R.E.M. ~
~Up~
~ Hope~
You want to go out Friday
And you want to go forever
You know that sounds childish
That you've dreamt of alligators
You hope that we are with you
And you hope you're recoginezed
You want to go forever
You see it in my eyes
I'm lost in the confusion
And it doesn't seem to matter
You really can't believe it
And you hope it's getting better
You want to trust the doctors
Their procedure is the best
But the last try was a failure
And the intern was a mess
And they did the same to Matthew
And he bled 'til Sunday night
They're saying don't be frightened
But you're weakened by the sight of it
You lock into a pattern
And you know that it's the last ditch
You're trying to see through it
And it doesn't make sense
But they're saying don't be frightened
And they're killing alligators
And they're hog-tied
And accepting of the struggle
You want to trust religion
And you know it's allegory
But the people who are followers
Have written their own story
So you look up to the heavens
And you hope that it's a spaceship
And it's something from your childhood
You're thinking don't be frightened
You want to climb the ladder
You want to see forever
You want to go out Friday
And you want to go forever
And you want to cross your DNA
To cross your DNA with something reptile
And you're questioning the sciences
And questioning religion
You're looking like an idiot
And you no longer care
And you want to bridge the schism,
A built-in mechanism to protect you
And you're looking for salvation
And you're looking for deliverance
You're looking like an idiot
And you no longer care
'Cause you want to climb the ladder
You want to go forever
And you want to go out Friday
You want to go forever
 Smile sistah...Ash!  | |
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Posted: 7/3/2008 8:06:46 AM | Sorry for the metaphor...Wabby so loves pretty flowers.
Wabby, paint all the metaphors and pretty flowers you want!
I will find them...eventually
Someone ...someday...in my own time!
The one that is perfectly not searching
for me...
Lady J, I want this for everyone with all my heart…you couldn’t have said it better
sometimes
some days
you need your friends
more than anything.
Lady A, Isnt that just the darndest truth! Where would we be without friends and family? As for the picture, well let me mull it over.  Hmmm, Nope…its staying down a wee while longer…
wait...let me check......nope....no tears
just that filthy ass feelin' of bein' preyed upon
Love those lines Miss Ash! Certainly know where you’re coming from there…you mean to tell me this is all coming from the darn new moon? Hmmm I guess its time to cut back the sweet alyssum.
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Posted: 7/3/2008 8:23:41 AM | questioning everything should start with questioning
just how much you know about your own ability
to understand the answers.. i know i dont
have a clue about how a quark could ever effect me
does that mean they don't exist?
Doesn't it come down to making things work
if an idea can be used to make something that works
isnt that idea worth something
words are just symbols to pass around trying to share
but without something solid ..where's the meat
every night i work i catch mistakes, some mine
so questioning is wise.. and useful
but sometimes people spin a question into refuting
just to open a mind for a load of shit to follow
prelude to pocket picking.. or worse
science isnt a cold eyed **stard trying to steal your baby
more likely to save the little bugger, but its only fair
to do what genesis commands (even if your belief is as thin as Victoria's Secret)
Name and know the birds in the sky , the fishes in the sea
thats science.. not ignorance.. like adding spice to taste
its life | |
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Posted: 7/3/2008 11:27:11 AM | Transcend, loving your masculine input after all the feminine venting!!!
but sometimes people spin a question into refuting
just to open a mind for a load of shit to follow
prelude to pocket picking.. or worse
Was sitting in a meeting and a question was asked...directly
Of a person accused of “spinning
They replied “what? I don’t do that”.
Then promptly handed out a document
called “The Art of Leveraging”
Ha! The perfect spin. Spinning right under their noses
This person did it in a non profit world,
where the penalties are highest
Spinning stinks of fraud and lies, I do not like it, no
Not when it puts people’s jobs on the line
You know what? That person has now flown the coop
Left all the little guys to clean the messy fical goop
made on the back of spinning all in the name of “leveraging”
nope its not an "art", it’s a crime | |
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Posted: 7/3/2008 5:20:45 PM | nothing good is ever born of a lie
no matter how well intended
truth or silence
everything else is the first step of a festering sore
no i don't think those pants make you look fat
you can't blame cloth for the laws of physics
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Posted: 7/3/2008 5:31:00 PM | sometimes honesty can be suicidal, or even homicidal....that's why they invented "tact"....it is a way to circumvent a lie and honesty! In a relationship, I call it "survival!" | |
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Posted: 7/3/2008 6:07:12 PM | Hilarious Gentlemen, but Troooo!
honey do these pants make me look fat?
well...I really looove the way those other ones hug your ass...
would you wear them instead for me, sweetie?
I love you honey...really? those ones do it for you?
yeah...honesty with a little bit of tact
to sweeten up the harsh reality of fact
we just love you more when you do it like that!
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Posted: 7/3/2008 6:48:31 PM | that was a Good ONE! lol
Fireworks on the Fourth of July
Seems I just am not feelin' it tonite!
First year in my life ...I just didn't git wit it!
Things blastin' off and explodin' in the sky!
Guess I have seen enough of the Fourth of July!
The News and the Paper and War ...
Don't even wanna hear the explosion
Closed all the doors...
Music playin' loud and clear...
Kinder to my heart and those dear folks ...over there! | |
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Posted: 7/3/2008 7:27:05 PM |
I for one
I love my friends
I'll be with POF
until the bitter end
The pond scum
can sink below
we'll step on them
as we go.
Girlfriends,
neighbors
sisters of the hood
I love ya all
and want that understood
we have each other
what more do we need? 
don't know about you
but it's between his knees!
Smile all the beautiful women of POF!!
I'm just so damn happy to be here I could ***t!
 Lucky!! | |
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Posted: 7/4/2008 11:50:55 AM | Fools Gold
We count on something far
We wish on stars
Holding hands; folded in lap
tears fall down
We cause a War
within our head
Heart is pounding;
once was dead
Delicate structure
Human body
It tries to tell us...
We don't listen!
All the things you hate so!
Shaking hands ...sorrowful heart
Words escape your mind at night...
In Dreams;
try to tell us ....we just don't listen!
Images come to us in our sleep
Things we love ...mean to keep!
Soul is what is meant to know
All these whispers ...inside show
Take a look and take a listen
Inside your heart and soul cries
Things you keep so deep inside
Not meant to hide...
Let them out and recognize
This is the only way we can
hit the ground running...
Eventually; we Fly........! | |
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Posted: 7/4/2008 6:24:59 PM | hey tropical....heard this this evening......and thought of you......please do look up this poem as it is spoken by the ever-so-awesome Mary J. Blige.....powerful....even moreso when you HEAR her say it...
Forever No More
No More invisible, speechless, deaf and blind child
with neglected pleasures being addicted to denial,
floating through time gravitating towards a warm arm
with an appetite for the emptiness that promises, no harm.
No more uncontrollable eruptions of emotional depression,
a primal sos from the barren prison of selfless expression
that only the guilty with innocent souls know
buried in the social scar tissue of a defective ego.
No more relentless sifting through bodies seeking self
settling through competitive combat for what’s left on the shelf
a mad melee of supply and demand driven by a gullible pride
that leads to sedating the you that suffocates inside.
No More, forever no more, because I’ve unshut my eyes
and the difference between God’s word and man’s will was realized.
Seeing opposed and parallel lives some liguid and others frozen
led me to never seek from man what God has chosen.
Then the negative whispering subsided and the panicking ceased.
The undercurrent suppression of pent up terror was released.
As the mystery of the unknown manifested pristine clear,
a positive message of truth entered my ear.
Now across my face is a brand new smile
with the newly revealed meaning of a destined child.
A message of hope is being released from my heart
and I am overwhelmed with dedication to do my part
All I ever wanted was to be what I once was, unbounded.
Somehow it got all twisted and before long sounded
as though life was a continuous connive-thrive-drive,
choking out the simple joy of just being alive
Now I am filled with love; and I sing a love song,
a song of yesterday, today tomorrow and beyond.
My new prayer is, thank you God for setting me free.
And thank you God for giving me back me
~Mary J. Blige | |
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Posted: 7/5/2008 1:13:20 PM |
Things you keep so deep inside
Not meant to hide...
Let them out and recognize
This is the only way we can
hit the ground running...
Eventually; we Fly........!
Great lines my dear Lady j.
Ash~you got it goin on Babe. Lady Mary J Blige sings some of the most lyrically strong songs...awesome songs, but I had not heard this before. Thank you for sharing it pointing me the direction of it...I'm very touched it made you think of me sweetie, Much love to you and God Bless the incredible spirit that You are... | |
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Posted: 7/5/2008 4:03:47 PM | hope.
For tho I walk through the valley of betrayal I will fear no pain
I will suffer no weakness upon me that need not be
I will be cleansed by the rains forgiveness
Made whole by the sands subtle imprint
Bathed by the moonlight's silver fall
For thou art with me
always.
For I have fallen where lives the windowless room
a courtship carved upon the root of my flesh
there for the world to behold my weakened state
for I am cast and made to drown from the shores
where once I lived..
where once I loved..
what has become this passion I so yearned?
my life once, to taste of it's freedom
to take it's nectar upon my lips
now..
now I am caged and I suffer
i suffer..
once where lived meadows green and springtimes soft embrace
by the bank of a river and o such torrid joy
now lives memory's sightless and forgetful ways
made to falter behind walls I rest eternal
they forsake me, and return my bitter cries
and still...
tho I become the means of my own discontent
I hold to dreams
moments of beauty that lay down in summer's shade
laughter to hang once more upon the cold stagnant, suffering walls
that I no longer wither and fade by the endless thirst
and slumber 'neath the blanket wet of denial
for there lives no angel in the black
no witness but the one who cannot see
now, I become not more than eyes
left to wander
left to trace those formless names
left
only
to hope
for thou art with me.
~R~ | |
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| This probably sounds stupid..but I miss him.
Posted: 7/5/2008 4:36:19 PM | Lost my only sibling...and I wrote this one night.
MY poem for TODD
I miss my brother...
I miss my friends...
sometimes I dont know where it ends...
Loneliness gathers deep in my heart....
Its to much to take...to much too fast.
Sometimes I wonder if there is a reason
I do know that I get sad with the seasons...
Birthdays and Christmas...silly little things.
Time flys by with its crystal clear wings.
I wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish, I wish tonight.
I want Todd Back..
I want him NOw....
You wont give it to me..will you?
I get so angry, so sad, so blue...
Its so Goddamn old..but the pain is new.
Gone 12 years now..and its like yesterday.
My best friend, my brother...and I dont pray...
I talk to my God, I speak to the powers..
I just ask for any sign of what was ours.
I get nothing...nothing...its all in black.
All I want? Is my brother back. | |
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Posted: 7/5/2008 9:16:02 PM | Truth ~ Your write encompasses that word thoroughly. Certainly better than I could ever put into verse and I thank you for the beauty of it. Hard put to pick any part of it I wont even try, but I will admit when I read through to the end I had chills. Thank you so...
Lovinlifetou ~ I am so sorry for your loss and expressing it is never silly, it is honest...Thank you for honoring your brother Todd here with your very heartfelt and beautiful write.
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Posted: 7/5/2008 9:55:23 PM | Just consolidating friends...bringing old stuff home..
From Truth's house...Old Souls.....only
My little sister has caught up with me
Finally growing up and its odd for me
to see such a woman
when I changed her diapers so many years ago
this is the same girl who tried to sell
her art by a hotel swimming pool at age 4
the same kid I plastered in aloe vera
after she fell off her first bike, gravel imbedded in her thighs
no scars, thank God for that humble cacti
the same kid I fought with
and played with and
scolded at times
but the day she put bandaids on my tears
And kissed my wounds
our roles were reversed
and I welcomed it
sometimes the tired need to shed the
skin of responsibility and sometimes the young
grow up and carry it willingly
my sweet little sis fights bravely for me
she's goes to war for her loved ones
rather like our short little 4'10" amazon mama
my little sis is growing up real nice | |
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Posted: 7/5/2008 9:57:56 PM | From Ash's house...Crayons Dipped in Phoenix Fire
colored wax scrapings
squeeze them between
wax paper
place the iron on it
magically
you have artwork
just like that
not necessarily a masterpiece
but as a kid it didnt really matter
the matter came in the creation
of seeing the colors all blurr
some blended into one
people can be like that sometimes
hard, brittle, single colored and unsure
until the heat of the iron
melts them, breaks them, blurrs
the lines. Softens them with a little time
and a little patience. Therein the difference lies
for we are all masterpieces of life
melting into better people
with even more colors but a little less time | |
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Posted: 7/5/2008 9:59:16 PM | From TranquilRose's house...Memories...of Life...
In the old days there was no tv
we read to kerosene lamps in the musty ocean light
sounds of the waves, hitting the sides of the boat
a beautiful sound
rocks you to sleep
I still hear it in dreams
eventually still no tv
but we did have a big white sheet
stretched across the living room wall
watched 35 mm films and ate popcorn
really cool when I remember that
I miss it sometimes
sitting in the dark
watching old movies
across old sheets
then later, tv did come
but it was so snowy and such awful reception
I think maybe if we were lucky we
got two channels to watch
but not much
we got to see wheel of fortune
and battlestar galactica
remember that?
and today
I'd still much rather read
or watch a full movie
then try to watch tv | |
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Posted: 7/5/2008 10:02:01 PM | From Eyes house...Stepping stones in the ocean...
In my
childhood I
liked to build drip
castles. With multiple turrets
and as many windows and doorways
as possible. I would decorate it
with seashells and pebbles. And build a moat
around it so that when the waves would come, the castle
had a chance to stand just a little longer. I’d grow it as big as
I could get it before the tide would come and wash it all away.
It was a game of beat the waves. Rules~creativity only.
Just one could do it. It was my solitary escapism.
The Gaudí Meditation of my childhood.
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In my childhood
I would jump off the lava rocks
at Salamumu. The water deep turquoise and tepid.
Haven’t seen water that color or swam in water that warm since then.
Holding my best friend Tanya’s hand as we jumped in. We would swim with the
angelfish, the schools of tiny electric blues and the long nosed needlefish.
I remember us watching a crab, a huge 7-11 (that’s what we called them)
hoping to catch it but it was way too crafty and we had no real
intention of eating it. We let it live and then
went to tell my mom about it.
I was about eleven. | |
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Posted: 7/5/2008 10:03:32 PM | From TNT's house...The Train Journey...
Ride on the Pacific Express
the whistle of the tradewinds alert your ride
get on it, catch it fast before it leaves you breathless
remember when you get off to turn, angle right
so that you don’t get pulled down, catch sand up your crack
click your puka shell ticket, hole right through the center
string it, hang it round your neck island style
yes, this fare should be enough
suntanned money, sometimes smells a little fishy
but this train ride to blue destinations
surf side, sunny side up
is brilliant, lets ride | |
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Posted: 7/5/2008 10:04:45 PM | I remember those times
seeing his eyes, his red eyes, his red eyes
medicated to the point of deafness
I couldn’t find him and he couldn’t see me
so blinded by the fog of chemical intoxication
I couldn’t help him, couldn’t help him, couldn’t help him
and my Grandmother’s lines keep ringing, ringing, ringing
“show me who you walk with and I’ll tell you who you are…”
and I was going down, down, deep down, deeply
getting sucked in, getting sucked dry
survival is sometimes a selfish thing
but to get what I really needed
I had to say it
goodbye
goodbye
goodbye | |
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Posted: 7/5/2008 10:05:14 PM | That song it fills me
strong in its mood
Captures me. Takes me.
Somewhere
A place of prebirth
Haunting me
With implicit melody
Thrusts me forward
A tight wire through my chest
A tension so upheaving
The release of it would bless
My internal dreaming
A rhapsody. A key.
A place to be
Free | |
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Posted: 7/5/2008 10:05:48 PM | Gula
I partake of you
much too soon
and much too much
my obsession with the bite
of flesh
of taste
of satisfaction
that never comes
I am starving
Always hungry
Utterly dissatisfied
although my hips say otherwise | |
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Posted: 7/5/2008 10:06:36 PM | isn’t that funny how eyes can glaze over?
is it a different kind of person, a creative intellectual
or an intellectual creator who thinks better than they speak?
are they the thinker who works with their brains all day
who needs the visual of the words to bring them relief
do they relate better to what is written, hear it and see it
then a person who needs the tangibility of real?
can a visual person always enjoy what is spoken?
does the audial person require constant beat and rhythm?
It is so cool when there is someone who will completely listen
a person who absorbs the mood, the look, the melody, the intent
its no wonder that the famous hire Sebastian Shaw or James Earl Jones
for not all writers have beautiful voices although definitely beautiful minds and beautiful souls
but they require the resonance of other voices to take the listener somewhere else
the world we write of, is in our hands, inside our hearts
cynical, sweet, funny, jaded, tart delivered with punch and a sting
it has a beat, it has imagery, it has depth, it has musical thought
often it means so much, and sometimes nothing at all
Have I got you glazed over yet? :-) | |
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