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David Ehrgott Feb 2016
What's the hurry in you
What's the hurry in you
This cold December morn
Why you hurry
Why you
What's that inside you
Waiting to be born
Walk some time with me now
Walk some time with me now
Sheltered from the storm
Come on and walk with me
Now, come on and walk with me
Now, before we get to drawn
Why don't you spend some time
Why don't you spend some time with me
In the dawn
Why don't you spend some time with me
Why don't you spend some time with me
In the dawn
Why don't you spend this time with me
Why don't you spend this time with me
In the dawn
Why don't you spend that time with me
Why don't you spend that time with me
In the dawn
Why don't you spend this time with me
Spend some time with me
In the dawn
Spend some time with me
Spend some time with me
In the dawn
Spend some time with me
Just spend some time with me
In the dawn
Spend some time with me
Spend some time with me
In the dawn
Spend some time with me
Spend some time
That easy time in the dawn
Spend some time with me
Spend some time
That crazy time in the dawn
Spend some time with me
Spend some time with me
In the dawn
Why do we spend so much time
Thinking about dying
Hurting ourselves
Focusing on pain
Instead of living
Seeking beauty and joy
And focusing on what makes us smile?

Why do we spend so much time
Telling others they are good enough
That they are loved
That they are stronger than they believe
That they are more than what people may say
That they are truly beautiful
Inside and out
Trying to get them to believe they are
Not just to make them feel better
But because they truly are
While we spend so little time
Telling ourselves the same things
Or believing that we, ourselves, are truly beautiful?

Why do we spend so much time
Focusing on those who won’t pay attention
Or those who only give us negative attention
Focusing on those who don’t truly love us
Suffering when they treat us in such ways
And missing them when they are gone
While spending less time
Focusing on those who pay attention
Focusing on those who truly love us
Cherishing the way they treat us
And enjoying the time we have with them?

Why do we spend so much time
Trying to be someone we aren’t
And hating who we are
For anyone who would rather change us
Than to love us as we are
Letting anyone convince us we aren’t good enough
Instead of being who we are
And loving who we are
Knowing we are good enough
No matter who may tell us otherwise
Even if the ones saying so are ourselves?

Why do we spend so much time
Worrying about what others think
Focusing on what others hate about us
And letting what others hate about us
Change the way we should see ourselves
While trying to make the people who don’t care happy
Instead of cherishing what people think
Focusing on what others love about us
Loving ourselves despite who may hate us
Despite what anyone may hate about us
Believing in ourselves
Just as much as we believe in others
Letting the good ways people see us
And what people love about us
Change our focus from self hate
To self love
Despite what anyone
Including ourselves
May hate about us?

Why do we spend so much time
Arguing with people who want us to argue
Hating people who want us to hate
Instead of ignoring those who cannot interact decently
And loving them despite their hatred
Not because of their disrespectful actions
But because they, like us, are still human?

Why do we spend so much time
Saying how we don’t agree
With the way people disrespect
With the way people insult
With the way people try to hurt us
Only to disrespect those who disrespect us
Insulting those who insult us
Hurting those who hurt us
Showing the same disrespects and dishonors
Instead of being the example we want others to be
Despite being treated less than we deserve by anyone?

Why do we spend so much time
Standing together in hatred against those who hate
Instead of standing together in love
Showing them the same love we show each other
Despite their hatred towards us?

Why do we spend so much time
Hating others
Hating ourselves
Disrespecting others
And in doing so, disrespecting ourselves
Instead of loving others as we want to be loved
Loving ourselves as we want others to love us
Loving ourselves as we want others to love themselves
And respecting others
As well as ourselves
The same way we want others to respect us
Even if they do not?

Why do we spend so much time
Judging those who judge us
While saying they have no right to judge
Or trying to stop anyone from speaking freely
While defending our right to speak freely
Condemning them because their words offend us
While justifying ourselves in doing the same?

Why do we spend so much time
Pushing some of those who love us away
All while promoting love
Searching for love
And wondering why we can never find it?

Why do we spend so much time
Opposing such hypocrisy in others
In all the ways that we do
When we are all hypocrites in our own ways?

Why do we spend so much time
Destroying love
Denying love
To ourselves and to others
In all the ways that we do
All the while promoting love
Searching for love
Dreaming of love
Wishing for love?

I wish we knew

I wish we all could see
The true beauty of love

Then maybe we could stop doing these things
To ourselves and to others
Just as we wish others could stop

Maybe we could love ourselves
Just as much as we wish others could love us
Even if they may not

Maybe we could show everyone else
The same love we want them to show us
Even if they do not

Maybe we could respect others
As well as ourselves
The same way we wish others would respect us
Even if they refuse to

Maybe we could be the example
We wish others would be
Even if they won’t

It’s about time we all did
Daniel Coleman  Mar 2011
Dollars
Daniel Coleman Mar 2011
My mother's always saying
It's alright to cry'
But I'd rather
Put aside my feelings
And spend the dollars
To help myself get by.
My mother's always saying
'As long as you try'
Now I'd rather
Lose my ambition
And spend the dollars
To get myself high

And I know
The truth is leaving,
But to you
I can't say bye.
So I'll spend
A couple dollars
And use them to get by.
I know you think we're even
So don't believe that lie.
And I won't stop breathing
And I won't say 'die'
Instead I'll spend those dollars
And use them to get high.

If you think God is with you
You're in for a surprise.
He gonna leave us hanging
Like he left his son to die.
In the morning,
I'll be better
But tonight I'm getting by.
I'll spend those extra dollars
and use them not to die.

And I know
The truth is leaving,
But to you
I can't say bye.
So I'll spend
A couple dollars
And use them to get high.
I know you think we're better
So don't believe that lie.
And no, I won't regret her
And no, I won't say 'bye'
Instead I'll spend those dollars
And use them not to die.

When the morning gets here
I'll give it another try.
I'll stand up
And show I care
Enough to try.
When the morning gets here
I know I'll be better,
But tonight, I'll get my whistle wetter
And spend those dollars
To help myself get by.
Yeah, I'll spend those
Hard-earned dollars
To prepare for another try.

And I know
The truth is leaving,
But to you
I can't say bye.
So I'll spend
A couple dollars
And use them to not to cry.
I know you think we're even
So don't believe that lie.
And I won't stop you from leaving
And no, I won't not try.
Instead I'll spend those dollars
And use them to get high.
Yeah, I'll spend those dollars
And use them not to die.
Yeah, I'll spend those
Hard-earned dollars
To prepare myself for another try.
Yeah, I'll spend my blood-sweat dollars
To get myself on by.
judy smith Aug 2015
Since a wedding is said to be the most important day of a woman's life, some brides-to-be are prepared to bring out whatever it takes to ensure that their big day is nothing short of spectacular.

A new documentary from the UK titled 'Now How The Rich Get Hitched', a provides a glimpse into some of the world's most lavish weddings.

The programme follows the glamorous goings-on at Knightsbridge bespoke wedding boutique Caroline Castigliano, where, for most customers, money is no object.

According to Daily Mail, bridal couture queen Caroline, who lives in Surrey, has been creating breathtaking intricate gowns for 24 years, cashing in on the £10 billion global bridal market.

But while the average UK bride is said to spend around £1,000 on her dress, Caroline revealed that one client, a Saudi Arabian bride-to-be is spending £40,000 on her dream gown - the same price as the Duchess of Cambridge's Alexander McQueen dress.

Despite the eye-watering prices, the 55-year-old designer claims that for most women this is one of the most important things they will ever buy.

She said: 'They buy into the overall power of the dress. I really truly believe that since they were very young they have dreamt of this day.'

Caroline's clientele aren't just drawn from the global elite, however. One of her clients, Jordan, 23, is a hotel heiress from Durham who has spent the past year travelling 300 miles with her family for fittings for her £9,000 dress.

Jordan's gown is made from one of the most expensive silks in the world, which costs hundreds of pounds a metre.

Jordan said: 'For a girl the dress is what everyone looks for. People would rather spend more money on the dress and look perfect on the day.'

Her mother Helen, who is helping to pick up the bill, added: 'I think once you see your daughter in something so beautiful and she's so happy you do stretch that extra mile.'

At around £9,000 Jordan's dress is almost half the average budget for UK weddings, which now comes in at an astonishing £21,000, but the day itself will set her family back far more than that.

The no-expenses-spared bash is being held at one of her family's hotels and costs include the £7,000 on importing 6,000 flowers from Holland, the hire of a 20-piece brass band and a Victorian carousel to entertain guests.

Gissa, 29, an Iranian socialite, who is planning a lavish ceremony in Turkey, journeyed to Caroline's boutique just to try on veils to go with her bespoke gown, which is embroidered with 200,000 sequins and 50,000 beads - and was one of the most expensive dresses in the shop.

The bride-to-be explained that her fiance was very amenable when it came to splashing out on her dress.

He said "I know this is the most important dress that a woman is going to wear in their lifetime so if you really like it and you love it, we'll get it."'

However, some brides look further afield for their dream wedding location and one of the boutique's clients, Katie, 29, was planning her ceremony in Southern Spain.

Katie admitted that she had fine-tuned every element of her wedding right down to her proposal.

She said: 'I'm a bit of a control freak, I think I emailed [my fiance] a picture of the ring after about three weeks of dating, so subtlety isn't my finest point but he's done really well.'

Katie visited Caroline for a bespoke wedding dress costing between five and six thousand pounds that has taken five seamstresses 200 hours of sewing and 250,000 beads to complete.

Another of Caroline's client, Kashmir, revealed that she took two years off work to get married and her husband is now determined to prolong the wedding celebrations with lavish gifts.

She and her husband also paid £75,000 to commission a portrait of Kashmir sitting in a chair in her strapless lace Caroline Castigliano dress, which was then unveiled at a party in the designer's boutique.

However, as any prospective bride will know a dress does not a wedding make and any ambitious bride-to-be will enlist the help of a wedding planner, with none more knowledgeable than luxury wedding planner Bruce Russell.

Bruce caters for the most ostentatious and demanding of weddings. He said: 'If it's physically possible, we'll make it happen - it might come at a cost.

'If you've got the money and you've got the budget to spend and you want to spend a million pounds why not spend it on a wedding it is the most magical day?'

Bruce's finely tuned expertise and impeccable taste come at a cost and he revealed on the show that he takes around 20 per cent of the wedding budget as commission, which rewards him with a £30,000 pay cheque for a £150,000 wedding.

The show followed him as he took one of Caroline's clients, Erina, on a tour of London's famous luxury five-star hotel, The Savoy, as a possible venue for her dream day.

Hosting 350 guests would set her back at least £70,000 and to stay in the Royal Suite, a further £10,000 a night - although it does come with its own butler.

But the documentary revealed that for women who want to up the 'wow' factor on their big day - and have the budget - couture jeweller Andrew Prince is the man to call.

But Andrew insisted that elegance is often confused with showiness: 'Glamour has changed. It became, at one point, very shiny and that's really not glamorous that's flashy. I like opulence.'

Andrew's creations may be an indulgence but for him there is no better way to spend your money.

He said: 'It's a celebration. We can be really sort of smug and factual about it, and say "oh no one should spend the money on something more practical", but what's more fun than just having a wonderful day?'

Many couples will argue that such extravagance is a waste of money and resources for just one day, however Caroline says that these are memories to last a lifetime.

She said: 'The most important people in your life have come to attend this day. It all comes down to the same thing, it's what you want to spend money on and what matters to you and how much money you have, it's all relative.'

read more:www.marieaustralia.com/long-formal-dresses

www.marieaustralia.com/formal-dresses-adelaide
Q  Sep 2015
I Spend My Time
Q Sep 2015
I spend my time missing you when you're gone
The seconds blur to minutes; can't keep track of time.
Life ceases to exist when I can't hear your voice;
Leaves me catatonic as I uselessly pine.

I spend my time missing you when you're gone
The months fade to years; I grow not a bit.
I spend my time missing you when you're gone;
A hole left unfilled by your sharp wit.

I spend my time missing you when you're gone
The hours turn to weeks; Earth stops her rotation.
I spend my time  missing you when you're gone;
It's a beautifully painful, endless situation.

.

I spend my time content with your company
The seconds become months I never want to leave.
I spend my time content with your company
The hours become years and time seems to freeze.

I spend my time content with your company
The weeks become centuries and I soar with glee.
I spend my time content with your company
The years become millenniums and I am set free.

I spend my time missing you when you're gone
But the moment you return; life is restored to me.
I spend my time content with your company
I am at my happiest when you've returned, finally.
im considering deleting this before i have more time to examine the feeling that inspired it in the first place because wow ew
Mateuš Conrad Jun 2020
if you can't see... an echo chamber...
weaving its ***** grub...
and legs... around on this site...

it's not that i mind.... but there's a strait-jacket
of an echo chamber
clearly roving on this website...

succumb to the comment
section of it... if you must...
the usual suspects are, almost, leftover...
in that... they will remain:
retaining their social pressure
cursors...

never... acknowledge
your presence to "them"... they forth and breed
of the "all inclusive we"...

it's almost akin to...
making a fetish
from a david attenborough narrative...
so much for you liking
the sophistry of christopher hitchens...
when you just have to succumb
to the hitchens suffix...
never mind a christ from a peter...

just watch them gloat...
centipede roam with...
appreciative comment sections being
congested...
to the demands of the "deaf and blind"...
reader... the papillon...

   an angry self-emulated choicest
rattle of ******* and the 6 face-off
die... that each and self-help
guru ******* without
a help of a woman could ever
become this... gratifying!

romancing the ******...
otherwise: bachelor loitering
toward the cul de sac of
economy:
               fathom: my inability
to spend money...
i only save up pennies and copper
drifts of concern for the worth
of loitering better use of
iron come the nail and not the coinage!

it's not that i don't have the money
to spend...
but it's that i don't have the money
i'd want to... spend...
all for the eyes... to be plucked out...
to be... made... regurgitated
worm ****!

            of the money i have i almost
"forgot" to want to spend...
why entertain the existence of
resturants... when...
i cook better?
          why spend for the affair
of attending to: being seen...
of the limbo-lease - for what privy...
for what... ease of the tuxedo to be
donned... to be worn...
to be tired of...
  to be lemon and a squint eyed:
sooner a beijing hybrid pon-pon
after-party lot...

             there is an echo chamber and that's:
hardly one of anyone's concerns
for the meteriological prophets of groom...
grooming the umbrella to
the tailored out-and-about... fitting of shoeshine
and crease-cotton "books"...

never a knack at things... except when...
it came to becoming a...
sloppy second known best: mummy...
and... mother goose... jotted down: towing:
a jettison jefferson...
because captain ****** obvious
had the time-ref. cursor to mind:
england, 1960s... and england...
and england... of course!

i truly forgot... how one was supposed
to spend money...
i never had enough of it to simply...
show-it-off...
as money not spent...
as money discarded: come about
by chance...
and... all the better!
a money not honestly earned...
is a money most honestly...
not spent...
    better ways to simply...
******* with it into a tide of
gambling...
        the honesty of the government...
and the honesty of the recipient...
these words...
are my only prized honesty...

to be rich to be rich...
             what joy is there to spend...
when there's just as much joy from
saving... the rainy day... the rainy day...
to have only enough to buy bread
and butter's worth of it...

           the luxury of the opera...
the luxury of: it has become...
with what the football players get paid...
the luxury of a football match...
i don't have enough money
to "know" or enjoy spending...
death-head of economy:
i don't have enough to spend:
all enough to save...
      then again...
i don't want to spend what's...
buying up the corpse of nostalgia
of... classic english prog rock...
without buying into the beatles and...
that... "alternative"...

                i pray to the mammon that
i find to be a coin-flip and god...
for all the money in the world...
i have just enough: the bearable minimum...
and of that which i have...
i known the laced rubric of how...
to spend it...
or keep me... satisfied...
any more? i wouldn't know...
mammon and his zodiac bride: libra...

give me 20 pebbles for 19 peanuts!
and for that... a sri lankan elephant to boot!
money...
     it's so ingenius for people who...
spend it...
counter the people who save up on it...
and... the people...
who find it the forever...
uncomfortable transvaluation of all
values...
        a gold nugget is more than
a gold nugget: should it also be a postcard
with a king's effigy strapped to it...
  emboldened to... somehow...
soften the "plague" of a sunset...
    
          worth! i don't know how
to spend money!
perhaps because i never had enough...
to spend it on... so... a many...
futile matters of pseudo-adventures!

i'll know the difference between...
a sparrow's crown
and a swallow's orb;

there's still an echo-chamber on this site...
claustro-philic, perhaps.
Emily Mar 2014
If I could be around you
Just for one day
If I could spend a whole 24 hours
With everything going my way
I'd spend it touching you
I'd spend it loving you
I'd spend it kissing you
I'd spend it talking to you
I'd spend it getting to know every thought in your head
I'd spend it getting to know every beautiful curve that makes up your body
I'd spend it showing you how much I adore you
Even though I don't even know you
I know your face
It puts me in a daze
The tiny details I have of you
Are the little treasure pieces I hold dear and near to my heart
I'm dreaming of the day we get to meet
I'm pondering about the 24 hours I will spend making endless love to you
That's what I would do
If I had a whole day
Dedicated to someone I've never met but would very much like to meet.

© Willa 2014
aphrodite Mar 2014
I spend a lot of time thinking,
so I've had some time to make up my mind.
But you spend a lot of time drinking,
leaving your morals and reasoning behind.

I spend a lot of time reading,
because I crave the escape of a fictional fantasy life.
But you spend a lot of time bleeding,
because you crave an escape only found through a knife.

I spend a lot of time worrying,
because I fear you'll never make it out of this town alive.
But you spend a lot of time hurrying;
dismissing everything that matters to stay busy,
just to survive.

I spend a lot of time laundering
your ***** clothes with stains of blood
that just won't seem wash out.
But you spend a lot of time wandering;
always searching,
but never finding what love is really about.

I spend a lot of time thinking,
so I've had some time to make up my mind.
You can carry on your drinking,
I've decided it's time to leave you behind.
Trying to organize all of my stupid thoughts into a poem, as always.
**
Mark Lecuona Nov 2015
Another year is coming to an end
It seems the same as it began
I was dreaming about someone I once loved
But that dream finally came to an end
It’s too easy to live alone
At least it seems that way
I wonder how we can make it work
Worrying about losing again
Maybe it’s better to live apart
It’s not that I can’t settle down
It's easier to live a life feeling free

I can’t spend it anymore
I can’t spend it anymore
I can’t spend time worrying
Worrying about what happened before

Thinking about when you were mine
It’s time to get that out of my mind
I need to see the open road instead
And take the trip not matter what I find

I have to believe in something
I haven’t been around the world
Or even the other side of the tracks
It’s not that the door is locked
It’s just that I won’t open it
Will the confessions I make
Be enough to love you?

I can’t spend it anymore
I can’t spend it anymore
I can’t spend time worrying
Worrying about what happened before
Song lyrics

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