In the special world, everything is special; the birds are special, the flowers are special, the buildings are special and the dresses are special. In India, the faces are special, the eyes are special and the words are special. The rivers in India are special, the forests are special and the hills are special. The moments are special, the smiles are special, the glances are special and the beauty is special. India plants in your depth a special memory, creates special moments and leaves in you a special yearning. Yes, any land can be special, but India is very special, I mean magically special. Yes, in India, the special world, everything is special.

A special lace-like card
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Three Star points
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Sword-like smile-Bored-Hike pile-
Western Union Man
Money flies like Superman

Spinning wheel fan too guard
Special words have no regard
He's the Adonis-like the
Lazarus lovely-like Venus
Those effects in motion
That special tip above her lips
Steady as they go but motionless
The stars walk across her
sky lifted dress

Heavenly Pillsbury flour
Her hair flower no water
Smile Lift even in debt
Messed her heart so red
White light disaster
Nothing on this earth
we got to lose no control
Here's the *Special Rose
Winter/Sunglow hair
The Flatiron

A spaceship cowardly lion
Your the "Wildcat"
Crazy Oats
Space waves of the neutron
The dream on
Your eyes are blind
A clear day special motif
setting inside your
Word heading leaf
He lifts up your
blinds all
righteous minds

Those special love hands
Nothing was ever
staged starlight and bright
  Never yellow

Winter?Sun
It blocked out
my *Godly pages
On the good earth leaf
Helen Keller had the
good remedy family
When you are deaf
A green touch of
brown leafs
What you smell and feel
What's truly there
special beliefs

Or at the most
Famous Cemetery,
You got blinded  so
gilded star
you don't
see them

One of a kind that's him
Or the encounters of the
third kind Winter/Sun
The darkness slim-man-run

The cactus desert of my heartlands

Jack of all Trader Joes investments
My E-book and I Phone
best T-bone steak
Spices of theVegetarian Kingdom
Curry in a hurry for Indian Food,
E-T Extra
Terrestrial Space high bill total

ABC Chemical love reaction
A special motif so personnel
"Divine District Attorney"

Taking spiritual love
what lies beneath us
Lotus Tea Panda Bears
Of Journeys
Pyramid or the myriad

A-Special Motif
comes to me
Two Gods surrender me
message
Something you feel but
it's unknown
Never left in the dark
like a treasure
Teeth chatter Gold caps
Chatterbox
Almost happy coffee
almost dark

Too many famous labels
A special romance new leaf
Time change challenging
Winter sun/Wonder fun
Amarous open chorus
Special maid devious
A special Motif delicious
The honest lawyer
Special talent space
of braces
Subsequently or coincidentally

What was special
The board meetings like *Erasers?
To erase all the special places
in my heart

Dark despair trail parted
Ending up with a trail
of mixed nuts
Cars such a pain with
Synthetic Oil ****** -like Oil

The conjuring or searing
Holding the leaf in spirit
special times remembering
Sapphire September October
Comfort foods November
Thanksgiving
The heartburn living
The Winter/Sun
Special motif holding onto
his one brilliant leaf in
Ancient Egyptian King of Tut
book

*Yearning the solemn vows
The full moon is
turning a
new leaf
The painted picture leaf
special Motif

Love so committed
The time was omitted
Family poor or rich
Invitation *Winter Sun

Those who are in need
The beacon like a
poem of goodies mend

Heaven that feeling
called my own
Even things that
are special
became unknown
Not always about
being famous

Things that are simple
that's what remains
precious eat sleep Jeep
The fairy came sweet nectar deep
Was so kind humanly rare find
A special note with a motif
I will never forget what was our belief

By Arcassin Burnham


Don't let your food get cold in these cold days,
Not what my mom told me or anyone in my family
For that matter,
I'm in my right mind I don't really need a therapist,
Working on a hypothesis to be an ignorant *****,
Trying to make people hate me with false accusations which,
Won't do good for you in the long run for your life is in abyss,
Intentions were cruel, the world is so doomed,
Laughing at us,
Worry about you and whoever else is around because,
In midst of darkness knowing you could make it special (special)
You could make it special (special),
You could make it special (special),
Won't be no wealth collected,
We'll be poor and defenceless,
Be careful who you keep close to you with this independence,
My family never listens to me , now here comes the end and,
Don't make me say I told you so in utter hopes to really hope
That we could make it out alive due to your petty ignorance,
Free thinker , Glad To Say I'm Very Gifted,

In The Center Of Wickedness , You Could Make It Special,
Knowing God Is The King Yeah He Could Make It Special....
You could make it special (special).....
Keep Your Faith By Your side And You Could Make It Special,
There's No Fear In Your Eyes If You Believe You're Special.....
You could make it special (special),

While You Rappers rocking Jesus pieces,
We'll be turned to pieces leaking from the depth of being
Deceived by a demonic doubtful reason that you've brung
Upon us hoping this would control a population of people unaware
Of what you got going on,
Very strong, who you leaning on,
Is it true protectors,
Having a wall built around us so we can't fly with feathers,
What kind of vision is this,
We can not condone in this,
The tapestry is off a little bit of this idealist,
Are there just ******* pessimists?,
Trying to see you fall down like peasants you're meant to be,
Learning all the secrets and plans of the enemy,
Words alone remind you of the world that it needs to be,
Bad intentions is where the road to hell is paid usually,
A good friend taught me that in a state of being consciously,
Aware of everything and anything that comes around me,
Glad to say we're Gifted, this is not the end of you and me,

In The Center Of Wickedness , You Could Make It Special,
Knowing God Is The King Yeah He Could Make It Special....
You could make it special (special).....
Keep Your Faith By Your side And You Could Make It Special,
There's No Fear In Your Eyes If You Believe You're Special.....
You could make it special (special).

I'm going to No Place Special

You can find it if you look

Come and join me at No Place Special

You won't find it in a book

It's a little south of Somewhere

Near The Place I want to be

I'm going to No Place Special

Won't you come along with me?

My day just started awful

It got worse the more I tried

Had to leave all of my troubles

Got to go out for a ride

You can guess where I am heading

Soon as that clock reaches five

Gonna pack up all my troubles

Then I'm gonna go and drive

I'm going to No Place Special

You can find it if you look

Come and join me at No Place Special

You won't find it in a book

It's a little south of Somewhere

Near The Place I want to be

I'm going to No Place Special

Won't you come along with me?

Phone keeps ringing, all the morning

People yelling drives me mad

Got to leave all this frustration

Off to where things aren't so bad

The Boss says "Son, sales are dropping"

That's all that I need to hear

Once the day is done, I'm leaving

Off to where there's always beer

I'm going to No Place Special

You can find it if you look

Come and join me at No Place Special

You won't find it in a book

It's a little south of Somewhere

Near The Place I want to be

I'm going to No Place Special

Won't you come along with me?

Made it home but I'm still angry

Have to calm down and relax

There's only one way that I know of

That's just going out and making tracks

To No Place Special for a while

It's not far, you've got to come

Around the world, or just a mile

You 've got to come and get you some

I'm going to No Place Special

You can find it if you look

Come and join me at No Place Special

You won't find it in a book

It's a little south of Somewhere

Near The Place I want to be

I'm going to No Place Special

Won't you come along with me?

It might be just around the corner

somewhere you can get away

It's somewhere where the folks all know you

It's somewhere you can go and stay

It's not a place with expectations

Leave your baggage at the door

Once you've been I know you'll always

Be coming back again for more

I'm going to No Place Special

You can find it if you look

Come and join me at No Place Special

You won't find it in a book

It's a little south of Somewhere

Near The Place I want to be

I'm going to No Place Special

Won't you come along with me?

You're special
That's all he wrote
3 years gone...
and I was special

How special?
more than that girl or the other girl
Why special?
not beautiful or undeniable

Unusually special?
Unbelievably special?
Unforgettably Special?
...or just special

How many others have been special
Was she the first...was he?
And if I'm so special
where are you now?

Did my special disappear
Did my special disappoint
See, being special was my deepest fear
cause only special people cry these tears

These tears that stain...
and smear you special words...
on this special note...
for your special girl...

When everyone you have ever loved is finally gone
When everything you have ever wanted is finally done with
When all of your nightmares are for a time obscured
As by a shining brainless beacon
Or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world
When you are calm and joyful
And finally entirely alone
Then in a great new darkness
You will finally execute your special plan

One needs to have a plan someone said who was turned away into the shadows
And who I had believed was sleeping or dead
Imagine he said all the flesh that is eaten
The teeth tearing into it
The tongue tasting it's savour
And the hunger for that taste
Now take away that flesh he said
Take away the teeth and the tongue
The taste and the hunger
Take away everything as it is
That was my plan
My own special plan for this world
I listened to these words and yet I did not wonder
If this creature whom I had thought sleeping or dead would ever approach his vision
Even in his deepest dreams
Or his most lasting death
Because I had heard of such plans such visions
And I knew they did not see far enough
But what was demanded in a way of a plan
Needed to go beyond tongue and teeth and hunger and flesh
Beyond the bones and the very dust of bones and the wind that would come to blow the dust away
And so I began to envision a darkness that was long before the dark of night
And a strangely shining light
That owed nothing to the light of day

That day may seem like other days
Once more we feel the tiny legged trepidations
Once more we are mangled by a great grinding fear
But that day will have no others after
No more worlds like this will follow
Because I have a plan
A very special plan
No more worlds like this
No more days like that

There are but four ways to die a sardonic spirit might have said to me
There is dying that occurs relatively suddenly
There is dying that occurs relatively gradually
There is dying that occurs relatively painlessly
There is the death that is full of pain
Thus by various means they are combined
The sudden and the gradual
The painless and the painful
To yield but four ways to die
And there are no others
Even after the voice stopped speaking
I listened for it to speak again
After hours and day and years have passed
I listened for some further words
Yet all I heard were the faintest echoes reminding me
There are no others
There are no others
Was it then that I began to conceive for this world
A special plan?

There are no means for escaping this world
It penetrates even into your sleep
And is his substance
You are caught in your own dreaming
Where there is no space
And a hell forever where there is no time
You can't do nothing you aren't told to do
There is no hope for escape from this dream
That was never yours
The very words you speak are only it's very words
And you talk like a traitor
Under it's incessant torture

There are many who have designs upon this world
And dream of wild and vast reformations
I have heard them talking in their sleep
Of elegant mutations
And cunning annihilations
I have heard them whispering in the corners of crooked houses
And in the alleys and narrow back streets of this crooked creaking universe
Which they with their new designs were made straight and sound
But each of these new and I'll conceived designs
Is deranged in it's heart
For they see this world as if it were alone and original
And not as only one of count with others
Whose nightmares all precede
Like a hideous garden grown from a single seed
I have heard these dreamers talking in their sleep
And I stand waiting for them
As at the top of a darkened flight of stairs
They know nothing of me
And none of the secrets of my special plan
While I know every crooked creaking step of theirs

It was the voice of someone who was waiting in the shadows
Who was looking at the moon and waiting for me to turn the corner
And enter a narrow street
And stand with him in the dull glaze of moonlight
Then he said to me
He whispered
That my plan was misconceived
That my special plan for this world was a terrible mistake
Because, he said, there is nothing to do and there is no where to go
There is nothing to be and there is no one to know
Your plan is a mistake, he repeated
This world is a mistake, I replied

The children always followed him
When they saw him hopping by
A funny walk
A funny man
A funny, funny, funny man
He made them laugh sometimes
He made them laugh oh yes he did
He did he did he did he did
Oh how he made them roll
One day he took them to a place
He knew a special place
And told them things about this world
This funny, funny, funny world
Which made them laugh sometimes
He made them laugh oh yes he did
He did he did he did he did
Oh how he made them roll
Then the funny man who made them laugh
Sometimes he did
Revealed to them his special plan
His very special funny plan
Knowing they would understand
And maybe laugh sometimes
He made them laugh
Oh yes he did
He did he did he did he did
Their eyes grew wide beneath there lids
And how he made them roll

I first learned the facts from a lunatic
In a dark and quiet room that smelled of stale time and space
There are no people
Nothing at all like that
The human phenomenon is but the sum of densely coiled layers of illusion
Each of which winds itself upon the supreme insanity
But there are persons of any kind
When all that can be is mindless mirrors
Laughing and screaming as they parade about
In an endless dream
But when I asked the lunatic what it was
It swore itself within these mirrors
As they marched endlessly in stale time and space
He only looked and smiled
Then he laughed and screamed
And in his black and empty eyes
I saw for a moment as in a mirror
A form the shade of divinity
In flight from it's stale infinity
Of time and space and the worst of all
Of this world dreams
My special plan for the laughter
And the screams

We went to see some little show
That was staged in an old she'd
Past the edge of town
And in it's beginnings all seemed well
The miniature curtain stage glowed in the darkness
While those dolls bounced along on their strings before our eyes
And in it's beginnings all seemed well
But then there came a suttle turning point which some have noticed
And I was one
Who quietly left the show
No I did not
Because I could see where things were going
As the antics of those dolls grew strange
And the fragile strings grew taut
With their tiny pullings, tiny limbs
The others around me became appalled
And turned away and abandoned the show
That was staged in an old she'd
Past the edge of town
But I wanted to witness what could never be
I wanted to see what could not be seen
But the moment of consummate disaster
My puppets turned to face the puppet master

It was twilight and I stood in a greyish haze of the vast empty building
When the silence was enriched by a reverberant voice
All the things of this world it said
Are of but one essence
For which there are no words
This is the greater part which has no beginning or end
And the one essence of this world for which there can be no words
Is that all the things of this world
This is the lesser part which had a beginning and shall have an end
And for which words were conceived solely to speak of
The tiny broken beings of this world it said
The beginnings and endings of this world it said
For which words were conceived solely to speak of
Now remove these words and what remains it asks me
As I stood in the twilight of that vast empty building
But I did not answer
The question echoed over and over
But I remained silent until the echoes died
And as twilight passed into the evening I felt my
Special plan for which there are no words
Moving towards a greater darkness

There are some who have no voices
Or none that will ever speak
Because of the things they know about this world
And the things they feel about this world
Because the thoughts that fill a brain
That is a damaged brain
Because the pain that fills a body
That is a damaged body
Exists in other worlds
Countless other worlds
Each of which stands alone in an infinite empty blackness
For which no words are being conceived
And where no voices are able to speak
When a brain is filled only with damaged thoughts
When a damaged body is filled only with pain
And stands alone in a world surrounded by infinite empty blackness
And exists in a world for which there is no special plan

When everyone you have ever loved is finally gone
When everything you have ever wanted is finally done with
When all of your nightmares are for a time obscured
As by a shining brainless beacon
Or a blinding eclipse of the many terrible shapes of this world
When you are calm and joyful
And finally entirely alone
Then in a great new darkness
You will finally execute your special plan

You're not special, no.
You still need him.
He doesn't even want you.
He never did.

You're not special, no.
He "loves" you so much.
Tell me then,
why he betrayed your trust.

You're not special, no.
Not when
there are so many other girls
to choose, and he has.

You're not special, no.
There's a place in hell for you,
right beside him,
so you forever suffer your heart.

You're not special, no.
Just because you have his ring.
You gave him your heart,
now you've lost your mind.

You're not special, no.
he tells her he loves her too.
and he's using you, child.
I just want to help, don't you see?

You're not special, no.
There were promises made,
in the dark, in your sleep.
Promises you now must keep.

You're not special, no.
You gave him your love,
love he has easily betrayed.
You gave it all, now take it away.

You're not special, no.
**** your love for him,
and you can live again, my dear.
just as if you had never loved at all.

You're not special, no.
he played you, sugar.
Now, when you need him,
he's leaving you broken.

You're not special, no.
He danced like that with her, while you watched.
He taught you how to dance,
and you danced to forget the pain he brought.

You're not special, no.
You never were.
You were just a shiny new toy,
for the game he wanted to play.

Friday's at yours are special to me
Whether we're going out to the theatre
Whether we stay in to watch movies
Friday's at yours are special to me
It always starts with tea and ends with a kiss
and theres always a cuddle or three
Friday's at yours are special to me
You are my stormboy
You are my light
Friday's at yours are special to me
You are all my favourite love songs
You are the epitome of safety and fearless
Friday's at yours are special to me
Curled up, no matter where we go
In your arms safe and calm and happy and
free.
Friday's at yours are special to me
We laugh and kiss and look and love
We discover new things about each other.
Friday's at yours are special to me
you play with my hair and I scratch your back
and we kiss like nobody else exists
Friday's at yours are special to me
you walk me out in just your socks,
kiss me tenderly,
wave goodbye.
Friday's at yours are special to me
Going home, leaving you alone in your room
kills me. all I wish is to fall asleep in your arms and
not have to wake up
alone
Friday's at yours are special to me
i get home and we're still talking
talk until we fall asleep
alone
but happy
Friday's at yours are special to me

"I know what you're thinking," he says. "That today's just like any other day. That today is just your birthday; that other people are also born on the day you were born. And you're thinking: what is even so special about this day if other people are born too? If other people are much more talented, beautiful and lucky souls, then they deserve so much more than I do."

She replies him with a silent smile, waiting for him to construct his words-- to see what he could possible come up with to make this day, at least, brighter than the others.

"You know I love you, and I say this to you everyday. But just like any other soul, you are just as talented, beautiful and lucky. And what makes you special is that your existence makes me talented, beautiful and lucky in return. That's what makes you special to me. And I don't think I need a special or certain day to say all of this to you, because you're special in your whole life, from the moment you existed. You don't need a special day-- you have a special life."

She nods with a tinge of pride for him as it dusts her cheeks: she is glad she has someone like him who understands her.

He finishes, "This is why you're special to me. This is why I love you. And in the least, this day is a little more special that the others."