Destin
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
Do you say a prayer when your feeling down
Do you believe that love can turn your faith around
Youre feeling high and low, but you dont know what to think
The world is full of saints who live their lives in sin
Dont ask the mirror ball you better ask yourself
I think you know the answers but maybe you cant tell
Youll see it all so clear just take a look inside
The judge you build inside your heart will always be your guide
Mon destin inscrit en toi
Mon destin inscrit en toi
Mon destin inscrit en toi
Mon destin inscrit en toi
Another day goes by and so does your life
You try to make some sense before your time to die
If you feel humility for something that is true
Youll find the secrets of this life deep inside of you
Mon destin inscrit en toi
Mon destin inscrit en toi
Mon destin inscrit en toi
The innocent wont feel the judgement day
Mon destin inscrit en toi
Mon destin inscrit en toi
Mon destin inscrit en toi
The innocent wont feel the judgement day
Mon destin inscrit en toi
Mon destin inscrit en toi
Mon destin inscrit en toi
The innocent wont feel the judgement day
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Kami O Shin Jiru
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
Do you say a prayer when your feeling down
Do you believe that love can turn your faith around
Youre feeling high and low, but you dont know what to think
The world is full of saints who live their lives in sin
Dont ask the mirror ball you better ask yourself
I think you know the answers but maybe you cant tell
Youll see it all so clear just take a look inside
The judge you build inside your heart will always be your guide
Kami o shin jiru
Kami o shin jiru
Another day goes by and so does your life
You try to make some sense before your time to die
If you feel humility for something that is true
Youll find the secrets of this life deep inside of you
Kami o shin jiru
Kami o shin jiru
Kami o shin jiru
The innocent wont feel the judgement day
Kami o shin jiru
Kami o shin jiru
Kami o shin jiru
The innocent wont feel the judgement day
Kami o shin jiru
Kami o shin jiru
Kami o shin jiru
The innocent wont feel the judgement day
song performed by by Scorpions
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Les Statues
Les feuilles, une à une, et le temps, heure à heure,
Tombent dans le bassin dont le jet d’eau larmoie ;
Iphigénie en sang près d’Hélène de Troie,
Danaé, Antigone, Ariane qui pleure,
Marbres purs que le vent soufflette ou qu’il effleure !
Si le torse se cambre ou si la tête ploie,
Héroïque au destin qui caresse ou rudoie,
La statue aux yeux blancs persévère ou demeure.
L’éternelle beauté subsiste à jamais belle.
Le Silence a ployé le crêpe de son aile
Et songe, assis, le coude au socle où il inscrit
Le nom de l’héroïne énergique ou morose
Qui dérobe un sourire ou cache un sein meurtri
Derrière les cyprès ou derrière des roses.
poem by Henri de Regnier
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La nuit descend
La nuit descend
On y pressent
Un long destin de sang
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Ma Loi Male Perce
MA LOI MALE PERCE
Prince au destin heureux promis ce vendredi
A vu le jour, son cri à Port Royal poussant.
Charmeur lorsqu’il sourit, comblant ses deux parents.
Offrande il est des dieux, où est-il né? – Paris.
Magie divine, ou, mieux, mystère de la vie.
Espérons réfléchi, et toujours droit son chant.
L’esprit ouvert, des lieux le leader affranchi,
Enfant d’espoir, des cieux étoile sans soucis,
Magicien accompli. Mère et son fils seront
Ainsi de joie remplis, à jamais très contents.
Ici j’offre mes voeux, image est réussie!
Regard intense enfin rencontrera destin
Epanoui, sans fin, et d’heureux lendemains
MA LOI MALE PERCE
PACOME LEMAIRE
acrostic sonnet written 14 January 1992 revised 21 September 2005
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Birth-Day Ode 01
O my faithful Friend!
O early chosen, ever found the same,
And trusted and beloved! once more the verse
Long destin'd, always obvious to thine ear,
Attend indulgent.
poem by Robert Southey
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Short Term 12
Brie Larson, Frantz Turner, John Gallagher Jr., Kaitlyn Dever, Stephanie Beatriz, Rami Malek, Alex Calloway, Kevin Hernandez
by Destin Cretton from Short Term 12 (2013)
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On The Dutchess Of Newcastle's Picture.
Say, Worsdcal, where you learn'd the Art
To paint the Goodness of the Heart
The flatt'ring Teint let others prize;
You call the Soul into the Eyes:
There we the various Virtues trace
Of Churchil's, and Godolphin's Race.
Thrice happy Pelham, to whose Arms
Were destin'd never--fading Charms!
poem by Mary Barber
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L'adieu du cavalier
Ah Dieu ! que la guerre est jolie
Avec ses chants ses longs loisirs
Cette bague je l'ai polie
Le vent se mêle à vos soupirs
Adieu ! voici le boute-selle
Il disparut dans un tournant
Et mourut là-bas tandis qu'elle
Riait au destin surprenant
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Set Me Free
Set my free from all my sins
set me free from the world
i was born for greater
yet im stuck destin for less
take my hand
lead me to the promis land
got has better for me
many has wondered, but only i can see
how can i be free?
how can i be be me?
yet im sitting here stuck back in square one
what made me come back to the place i called home?
now it seem like i miss the rome
free to be who i want to be
nobody to tell me wrong
i was me, i was me
now im back to me
back to crying alone
feeling gone
poem by Raesheka Antwine
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Lines To Helen
A NEW-BORN INFANT, 1821.
She lives-that first pulsation of the heart
Is life!-receive, dear babe, thy destin'd part;
Yet frail thy being as the op'ning rose
When chill the rude wind blows.
But ah, be like the blossom of the vale,
Lov'd infant, shelter'd from the mountain gale;
On whose meek head descend no ruffling showers,
Who lives the span of flowers.
And far from thee may sorrow's tempest bend,
Nor ever wasting pangs the bosom rend;
Calm be thy day of life, and o'er its bloom
May evening mildly come!
poem by Helen Maria Williams
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032710c What Is Norm
curling line of ants by my window
down to hardwood floor sloping
they didn't go to shortest distance
i put a line of vicks vaporub across
they're scattered and look confuse
soldiers on both sides took charge
i got enough for today, i must
press red button of spray, raid
they drown with death scented
air, i could imagine their muted
scream but my culture dictates
they are pest destin to eradicate
poem by Manonton Dalan
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Written at Lovere, October, 1736
If age and sickness, poverty and pain,
Should each assault me with alternate plagues,
I know mankind is destin'd to complain,
And I submit to torment and fatigues.
The pious farmer, who ne'er misses pray'rs,
With patience suffers unexpected rain;
He blesses Heav'n for what its bounty spares,
And sees, resign'd, a crop of blighted grain.
But, spite of sermons, farmers would blaspheme,
If a star fell to set their thatch on flame.
poem by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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Just This Afternoon
tired the whole day, i stay at the second floor
and lay my body on that
bamboo bed where air is passing through
its plats,
this is a cool mechanism
and i sleep
waking up later, it is already dark
and i hear the sound
of piano music from the other house
of our next door neighbor
it is yann tiersen again on the piano
and i remember this lady you guided the blind man
on such a fast speed like a piano music
on allegro
at the mall, at the center of the mall
where there is so much light
she left him there
wondering: what world is this? who are you?
enough of memories, i go back to you tube
and listen again
it is another yann tiersen, this time
Le Fabuleux destin d'Amélie Poulain
who i am? i ask such a silly question again.
another attempt at a poem
philosophizing...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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John Duke of Marlborough
When the proud Frenchman's strong rapacious hand
Spread o'er Europe ruin and command,
Our sinking temples and expiring law
With trembling dread the rolling tempest saw;
Destin'd a province to insulting Gaul,
This genius rose, and stopp'd the ponderous fall.
His temperate valour form'd no giddy scheme,
No victory ras'd him to a rage of fame;
The happy temper of his even mind
No danger e'er could shock, or conquest blind.
Fashion'd alike by Nature and by Art,
To please, engage, and int'rest ev'ry heart.
In public life by all who saw approv'd,
In private hours by all who knew him lov'd.
poem by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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Sonnet LIII.
THE shivering native, who by Tenglio's side
Beholds with fond regret the parting light
Sink far away, beneath the darkening tide,
And leave him to long months of dreary night,
Yet knows, that springing from the eastern wave
The sun's glad beams shall re-illume his way,
And from the snows secured--within his cave
He waits in patient hope--returning day.
Not so the sufferer feels, who, o'er the waste
Of joyless life, is destin'd to deplore
Fond love forgotten, tender friendship past,
Which, once extinguish'd, can revive no more!
O'er the blank void he looks with hopeless pain;
For him those beams of heaven shall never shine again.
poem by Charlotte Smith
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Rien est éternel
Les menteurs, tricheurs
Et faux prédicateurs;
Tous mourront;
Les tigres, léopards, lions
Et moutons;
Tous disparaitront.
Le mensonge est passager;
Seule la vérité, la séduisante vérité
Est éternelle,
Au pays des chandelles.
Les faux prophètes,
Au dernier destin,
Seront vus comme des crétins;
Comme des sceaux sans tête.
Croyez-moi, si vous voulez;
Le mal est temporaire,
Comme le mensonge est éphémère;
Comme la vérité dans l'éternité.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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LXXIII The Choice, III
Think thou and act; to-morrow thou shalt die
Outstretch'd in the sun's warmth upon the shore,
Thou say'st: "Man's measur'd path is all gone o'er:
Up all his years, steeply, with strain and sigh,
Man clomb until he touch'd the truth; and I,
Even I, am he whom it was destin'd for."
How should this be? Art thou then so much more
Than they who sow'd, that thou shouldst reap thereby?
Nay, come up hither. From this wave-wash'd mound
Unto the furthest flood-brim look with me;
Then reach on with thy thought till it be drown'd.
Miles and miles distant though the last line be,
And though thy soul sail leagues and leagues beyond,--
Still, leagues beyond those leagues, there is more sea.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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The House of Life: 73. The Choice, III
Think thou and act; to-morrow thou shalt die
Outstretch'd in the sun's warmth upon the shore,
Thou say'st: "Man's measur'd path is all gone o'er:
Up all his years, steeply, with strain and sigh,
Man clomb until he touch'd the truth; and I,
Even I, am he whom it was destin'd for."
How should this be? Art thou then so much more
Than they who sow'd, that thou shouldst reap thereby?
Nay, come up hither. From this wave-wash'd mound
Unto the furthest flood-brim look with me;
Then reach on with thy thought till it be drown'd.
Miles and miles distant though the last line be,
And though thy soul sail leagues and leagues beyond,--
Still, leagues beyond those leagues, there is more sea.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Le Repos
Le bronze grave étreint de son sommeil pesant
Ton corps au geste las et ta face verdie ;
Et quelle douloureuse et douce tragédie
T’a faite la statue où tu dors à présent ?
Le marbre de ton socle est rouge et l’on y sent
Partout la pourpre encor d’une tache agrandie ;
Est-ce la flèche aiguë ou la hache hardie
Qui t’a couchée ainsi plus belle dans ton sang ?
Le bronze jaune et vert qui souffre et qui suppure,
Dont s’aigrit la patine et suinte la coulure,
Sculpte de ton repos un cadavre éternel ;
Et la matière où tu survis te décompose ;
Mais, puisque tendre fut ton Destin ou cruel,
Laisse croître à tes pieds la ciguë ou la rose.
poem by Henri de Regnier
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To the Memory of Sarah Livingston
BEYOND where billows roll or tempests vex
Is gone the gentlest of the gentle sex!
---Her brittle bark on life's wild ocean tost
Unequal to the conflict soon was lost.
Severe her sufferings! much, alas, she bore,
Then sunk beneath the storm & rose no more.
But when th' Archangel's awful trump shall sound
And vibrate life thro all the deep profound
Her renovated vessel will be seen,
Transcendant floating on the silver stream!
All beauteous to behold! serene she glides
Borne on by mildest & propitious tides;
While fanning zephyrs fill her snow white sails
And aid her passage with the friendliest gales
Till safe within the destin'd port of bliss
She furls her sails and moors in endless peace.
poem by Major Henry Livingston Jr.
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