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Men heap together the mistakes of their lives and create a monster they call destiny.

quote by John Oliver Hobbes
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Destiny Of Our Lives

When the life blossoms
Destiny engraved in our lives
When virtue and vice sway to and fro
Energized and driven by supernatural forces

When we are grown up
Our lives started to face challenges
When we encounter distress
Our lives impregnated with tears and worries
That is the destiny of our lives.......

Sometimes our lives tinged and
Embroilled with joys and sorrows
Destiny inflicting poison and evil into our lives
Destiny can make or mar our lives
Destiny inspires our lives to prosperity
It can perish our prospects
Fortune and fate tossing each other
End of lives salunated with blessings

Dulakshi Wakista Copyright 2009

poem by Dulakshi Wakista
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I Want A Monster To Be My Friend

Some kids just love
To play with dolls
Or put on funny hats
And some make pets
Of birds and fish
And dogs and
Alley cats
That's not the way
I like to play
I'm tired of all these
I need a very
Special friend
Won't you
Help me please?
I want a monster
To be my playmate
I want a monster
To be my friend
I want to get
For my own pet
A real live monster
Who's not pretend
Oh, I want a monster
To be my playmate
We'd soon become
Good friends because
Although they're hairy
And sometimes scary
They have such soft
And furry paws
If I make friends with
A friendly monster
I'd be the best that a
friend could be
I'd let him do
Whatever he wants to
And he'd always
Belong to me
So, if you know a
Nice old monster
If you've a monster
To recommend
Ooh, golly gee
Please send him to me
I just can't wait
Until then!
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
Send me my monster
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
Send my monster
I want a monster
A real live monster
I want a monster
To be my friend!
Oh please
Send my monster
Does anybody have
A monster out there
I'll take a
Secondhand monster
He doesn't have
To be new

song performed by by En Vogue
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Childs Destiny

What is a child’s destiny?
Is it our corrupt family structure, politics, prices, poverty, poor housing or our social condition?

Is it fair to let him face such a world?
Why create a generation and let them die in no time
Is it fair to let him face such a world?
Why create a child without a destiny.

Don’t do it for fun or for a pastime,
A child is important
Never create a being without a purpose
Think about the destiny of a child.

poem by Joy Lovelet Crawford
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Death

I see the monster wake up with rage
and we feed
our enemies to it.

Bullets and bombs and guns
answer its call
and even some of us fall under its spell.

The monster blows fire
and havoc and shock everywhere
and some wounded beg for it to come.

The innocent suffer the most
and hope for it to pass by
and I hear woman and babies cry.

I do not die,
but that monster kills something
deep in me

and I will never be free
from the impact
that the monster’s tracts leave.

poem by Gert Strydom
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It is conventional to call ""monster"" any blending of dissonant elements. I call ""monster"" every original inexhaustible beauty.

quote by Alfred Jarry
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Monster Skank

Chorus:
I want it I need it I'm headed out for something to break
I got it I'm feeling it I'm headed out on a monster skank
My feet are moving faster than my mind can do no thinking
My body's twisting in contortions that weren't meant to be
My head is spinning like a yo-yo that don't know no better
Off to the special place where there is only room for me
Have a little dance with a twist-hear you were hungry-eat a fist
Chorus
My mind paints pictures but I couldn't find no frame to fit it
Only an artist can create what he don't understand
I tried to tell you but you didn't have no time for reason
Off to my special place where only I am in command
What's to skank?-monster skank'n
Aye got something break'n-we've gone monster skank'n
Roses are red-violets are blues-you're uglier than a monkey-you should live
in a zoo
Chorus
Shoot off your mouth don't like what you said-here's my response a boot to
your head
The wise man feels no pressure then he tells you not to worry
Your inspiration hits me like a ton of falling bricks
Lost in a cemetery of forgotten resolutions
Off to my special place where I can break all that you fix
Aye gone monster skank'n-I don't need nobody
I think something's break'n-I've gone monster skank'n
Is it skank? Monster skank
What kind of skank? Monster skank
It's a monster-a scary scary monster!
Aye got something break'n-we gone monster skank'n
It's a monster

song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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I will create the music

I sing in our town
Everyday in the noisy squash
You`ll come and sit down
I`ll create the music for u

For your eyes
For your face
For the words
I won`t tell

Please dance to the sound of my melody
We both know all we let is our destiny
For music is your and my frame
All the same. All the same

You`ll leave with somebody
Without my glance I`ll remain
I look outside. It`s rainy
I`ll create the music for rain

Please dance to the sound of my melody
We both know all we let is our destiny
For music is your and my frame
All the same. All the same

I`ll create the music for destiny
So I could move close to the wind
It will tell about you-my lady
I`ll do it according my memory

We havn`t become one story
Could save the music only
If I ever fall down
Music is my soft ground

Translated from Russian lyrics 'Podberu muziku'

poem by Emma Adamyan
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Chance, Destiny, Fate-Future

Chance, destiny, fate,
Call it what you will,
We have the ability to change ours
But our lives are not predestined
Just already seen by One
One who helps but doesn't push
Chance, destiny, and fate mean that our lives are predestined
Which they aren't
So I'll call it future

Now I don't believe that if someone sees their future,
That it is their real future
How can it be-they can now change it
I think that perhaps it is a possible future
Which is why there can't be predestining

Why do people believe in predestining?
Do they need to believe that it's not their fault
That their lives are in someone elses hands?
Are they afraid to be held responsible?
If predestining is real then they can't affect anything
Where's the meaning?
We make the choices
They are not already made
So go make them-Carefully!
But make them all the same-don't leave it to chance
It's YOUR future!

poem by Casey O'Sheridan
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Our Destiny Is In Our Own Hands

Our destiny is in our own hands some have been known to say
But circumstance in all of that must have some part to play
If you are born on no hope street and homeless in your youth
To you our destiny is in our own hands does not have a ring of truth.

Our destiny is in our own hands to some may well apply
It may apply to you and he and her as well as I
But not of course to everyone each day thousands of hunger die
Our destiny is in our own hands to the millions is a lie.

The innocents who die in war and acts of terrorism did not create their destiny
They would not wish it on themselves for to die so tragically
Their destiny was in others hands which often is the case
They just happened at the wrong time for to be in the wrong place.

That our destiny is in our own hands apply to some maybe
But ninety nine per cent of street kids will die in poverty
Due to their circumstances of birth they are condemned to fail
And some of them die of drug overdoses and some of them die in jail.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Why**************************1979

why? is man or woman chosen to be
or do we create our own destiny?
if man sits idley by
and does not even get up to try.
will he be the chosen one
or will he be the earths scum.

why? is the question that we must ask
or will we be put to a task.
if a person is born blind. why?
are they and not i?

we must all be put to a test
to try to create or do our best.
and if we do not try.
the question will always come up- why?

why? should be the key
for it may hold our destiny.
now you may understand what i am saying
and 'why? ' so many people are praying

and asking the LORD up above
'why? ' can't we understand love.

poem by Louis Rams
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If you create an act, you create a habit. If you create a habit, you create a character. If you create a character, you create a destiny.

quote by Andre Maurois
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In April

I sit on my pillow
My cat on my head
I hear your voice, boy
And cant forget
Your kisses were cold and
Full of loneliness
Hold deep sadness
With my hands
I wont be here - I wont be there
I will write another story
And my tears
Will create
Will create a lake of sorrows
Chorus:
But in april it sounds like love
When you call
You call my name
You call my name
But in april it sounds like love
When you call
You call my name
You call my name
You call my name
The door is open now
I have to go
The moon shines brighter
Than it did before
The clock strikes twelve
Theres no time
Time to sleep
Well go upstairs
Straight to the sky
Im not here - Im not there
Took a ball point pen to write you
And my tears
They create
They create a lake of sorrows
Im not here - Im not there
Took a ball point pen to write you
And my tears
They create
They create a lake of sorrows
Chorus
The door is open now
I have to go
The moon shines brighter
Than it did before
Was not here - was not there

song performed by by Wonderwall
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Pillow Monster Magically Transforms

Pillow Monster magically gets so big
he has magical powers, he never worked out in the gym.
Pillow Monster now has sweet memories,
memories of the Krendoll characters so sweet.
Pillow Monster can't figure out why he feels so happy inside,
he now has a colorful outfit with a bigger tie,
Pillow Monster is so happy he has a new magical life.
Transformed Pillow Monster is what the neighbors think,
they see Pillow Monster so happy to be alive,
Pillow Monster is so happy for he can't deny,
Pillow Monster gets so big, tears came to his eyes.
Pillow Monster gets bigger and bigger; but he makes it outside
Outside to see the sunshine, he is no longer inside.
Then it rains and makes a lot of mud,
Pillow Monster doesn't mind if he gets stuck.
Stuck in the mud goes Pillow Monster Toe,
then his friend Hamburger Helper Hand—
helps him because he understands
how excited Pillow Monster is to get so Big…
big like the biggest Pillow Monster that had magically grown,
Magical like Pinocchio's very Long nose.

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Pillow Monster Magically Transforms

Pillow Monster magically gets so big
he has magical powers, he never worked out in the gym.
Pillow Monster now has sweet memories,
memories of the Krendoll characters so sweet.
Pillow Monster can't figure out why he feels so happy inside,
he now has a colorful outfit with a bigger tie,
Pillow Monster is so happy he has a new magical life.
Transformed Pillow Monster is what the neighbors think,
they see Pillow Monster so happy to be alive,
Pillow Monster is so happy for he can't deny,
Pillow Monster gets so big, tears came to his eyes.
Pillow Monster gets bigger and bigger; but he makes it outside
Outside to see the sunshine, he is no longer inside.
Then it rains and makes a lot of mud,
Pillow Monster doesn't mind if he gets stuck.
Stuck in the mud goes Pillow Monster Toe,
then his friend Hamburger Helper Hand—
helps him because he understands…
how excited Pillow Monster is to get so Big…
big like the biggest Pillow Monster that had magically grown,
Magical like Pinocchio's very Long nose.

poem by Christina Sunrise
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So Thoughtless Are We

Easily God is with us to please.
Caring that our needs are met.
With those dreams wished delivered...
To get and quickly forget,
How to us they came.

Like the rain does not replenish.
Or nourishes to sustain.

Easily God is there to forgive,
Those who maintain a faith.
Although allowing all,
To run into walls and make mistakes.

God understands this!
God knows what is in His or Her power,
To create.
For purposes to celebrate.
Hoping to correct,
Our reasons to hate.

But we seem so unconscious,
Of this miracle of life we have.
So thoughtless are we,
We actually believe...
God is a figment of our fantasies.

We seem so unconscious,
Of Mother Nature and of Earth.
As if 'scientists' made the Moon, Stars and Sun.
And they've proclaimed our lives the center of it.
As if our lives here on Earth...
Are the only ones lived,
In this 'massive' Universe.
Where needs to feed,
Understandings with a thirst.

With some isolated to debate their fates.
Wanting to be,
The only ones who are chosen to be 'first'.

Not only are our minds blinded...
But our eyes deceive,
Just to tease these selfish greeds.

Easily God is with us to please.
Caring that our needs are met.
With those dreams wished delivered...
To get and quickly forget,
How to us they came.

Like the rain does not replenish.
Or nourishes to sustain.

Easily God is there to forgive,
Those who maintain a faith.
But make mistakes.

God understands this!

God knows what is in His or Her power,
To create.
God gives.
And only from us God can take!
So much.

And yet...
Surprise us with much more.
If we accept and appreciate,
Why we are here.
And 'WHO' and 'WHAT' IT is,
Our lives are lived here for!

'Place no other gods before ME!
That's ALL I ask!
How difficult 'is' that task? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Destiny Calling

What determines our destiny to be?
What we become, futures predestined to see.
Where will roads lead untill it all ends?
Destiny calling, live's for some predestined to spend.

Why do our lives, create a passion for some?
And then for others, there seems to be none?
Struggling to be what is too far from fingers reach,
Never accomplishing, what it is that you have preached.

Dreams and hopes, they fade in the mist,
Grasping at life, from the dark depth of an abyss.
Looking back at what could, should, may have been,
Lacking that door of opportunity for your passion deep within.

Silver spoons for some placed in the mouths of their young,
Others dying to achieve selling you dreams with forked tongues.
Jokes being played an other's laughter not heard,
Destiny fullfilled at the bottom of a bottle at a curb.

poem by Linda Winchell
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Tis Destiny

Though many may see it in a different way
'Tis destiny in our lives that does have the say
Our life journey our journey to destiny
To fame and to riches and to poverty.

'Tis a fact that the greatest are mortals and facts never lie
And from the day we are born to the day that we die
Destiny on our lives a huge part does play
'Tis destiny decided that I pen this today.

Many who believe in life choices will tell you that your life journey you decide
Those who ignore that you need to have luck on your side
They see your station in life as of your making not of circumstance
And they scoff at any mention of destiny or chance.

The town's wealthiest person in his fiftieth year was buried today
'Twas cancer he died of in a slow painful way
This was not of his choice of that most would agree
A slow painful death part of his life's destiny.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Destiny Leads The Way

All through your great life journey you follow your destiny
And where you are living at today is where you are meant to be
And whether you live in your Hometown or from there live far away
It all goes back to destiny where you are at today
We make our own decisions and for our mistakes we pay
Yet in the course of our destiny we do not have a say
From the moment we are born our pathways through life are paved
And the destinies of our life's journeys in our souls are engraved
Though many will tell you differently they say our life's journey is our own choice
But destiny the silent one never does heed advice
And even those who do not believe in it follow it every day
Where-ever their journeys take them to destiny leads the way
And whether you travel far from home or live in your own country-side
Destiny of seven letters your life's journey decide.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Monster Mash

I was working in the lab
And light one night
When my eyes beheld
An eerie sight
When my monster from his slab
Began to rise
And suddenly
To my surprise
He did the mash
He did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
Its called the monster mash
The laboratory in the castle eaves
And the master bedroom where the vampire sleeps
The girls all came from their humble abodes
To get a jolt from my electrodes
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
Its called the monster mash
Zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included wolfman
Dracula and his little baby boy
The scene was rocking
All the digging sounds
Igor unchained ? ? ? ?
The coffin bangers were about to arrive
With a local group the beach boy five
They did the mash
They did the monster mash
The monster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
The monster mash
Its called the monster mash
Mmmm, what luck girl in the audience
Would care to dance with igor?
The monster mash is so ghoul
Muah ha ha ha
Muah ha ha ha

song performed by by Beach Boys
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Sometimes I Wonder . . .

Sometimes I wonder why I feel I
what I feel
whether it is pain, sadness,
joy or madness
Why must I feel it all so deeply
emotions on a never ending
circle filled with blue and gray
Light trickling in at its own
convenience to play
Is this the destiny for which we
create our won existence or can
we change the circles to squares
Triangles or octagons
with a brighter beginnings and
visible ends
A life with meaning
pleasurable and rewarding
Without oppression, suggestion
or reprimand
Is this the reality of the
Conclusion of our lives
or merely the beginning of
destiny.

poem by Helen Bridges-Williams
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