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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=482836" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>As The Rain Hits The Leaves</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">With no inspiration or passion in heart<br> O, where is a person ever to start<br> With hardly a friend in this mysterious land<br>  Is there hope for growth<br>  in the heart of a man? <br> Is there hope for a Bliss that can make one's soul dance? <br>    <br> Sitting alone with thunder outside<br>With an open book I sit<br> Like a monk, and hide<br> From the smug cops<br>  Cars; people; thieves<br> Look out at a golden Stray Dog<br>  Scratching his fleas<br>  and out at the trees<br>   as the rain hits the leaves…<br>  <br> Whether a bed, a couch, or a sit in a chair<br> In front of TV, all one feels is despair<br>A sip on a beer - it might take that away<br> But sometimes it just makes the Spirit decay<br> And it's painful to think of happier days<br> <br> With every tick of the clock an the wall<br> With every tip-toe of the bug that crawls<br> Time swallows my life and the State I'm living in<br> Right down into it's stomach of Oblivion<br> <br>Worrying about death - is it the correct choice? <br>  To speak grim reaper's name<br> With your breath and your voice<br> To think those thoughts - is it praise or blasphemy? <br> To the Holy, Sacred life, god's given me? <br> It has to be both… Can you see? <br> <br>    Each moment of grief is truly a gift<br>  A chance to use mind and will to lift<br>One's spirit from hell and enter nirvana<br>   Do not put it off till Manana manana<br> <br> God doesn't have to 'be there' to walk be our side<br>No matter your beliefs or what you decide<br>  He doesn't have to 'hear' us to put his hand on our shoulder<br>He is in the tides; in the flowers and boulders<br> God is in your girl when you hold her<br>   <br> The hungry ocean in the distance yawns<br> As night gives birth to a distant dawn <br> The dawn that's on the prized horizon<br> Clouds pink as a Floyd you could bury your eyes in<br> God hides - Beauty is what he's disguised in<br> <br> Every second is the First<br> Every second is the Last<br> B'cause Time is a circle - Endless Future; Endless Past<br> Now is Never<br> Forever is Now<br>All great Truth is Paradox<br> It don't matter how. <br> - Saturday, August 7th,2011,3: 30-4: 20 p.m. -</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ray+Quesada">Ray Quesada</a><div class=q>
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 O, where is a person ever to start
 With hardly a friend in this mysterious land
  Is there hope for growth
  in the heart of a man? 
 Is there hope for a Bliss that can make one's soul dance? 
    
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