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Contentment In Life
I traveled the high road.
I traveled the low
and all of that traveling
wherever I'd go
never fulfilled me,
never at all.
It just kept me moving
and then came the wall.
'Stop! ' it said.
Where are you going?
You're following a road
and not even knowing
why?
'Sit down. Be still
and be content.
You've traveled long and far.
Now's the time to meditate
and realize who you are.
You do not have to follow a road.
The road will come to you.
The lesson in life that you must learn
is to thy own self be true.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Less traveled
Ruth followed Naomi into poverty. She stayed even though her sisters in law left. On the road less traveled. David became a young king. He almost got killed by king Saul. Who was jealous. David was Gods chosen one. On the road less traveled. Jesus was rejected by all even his own. Yet he died on a tree to save sinners and rose again so any one who repents can be immortal. On the road less traveled. Job had a lot of horrible things happen to him all around the same time. Yet he did not curse God and die. On the road less traveled. God helped Esther save all of her people. She is the living proof that God has a time for everything. On the road less traveled.
The Road Less Traveled
(Buddy Brock/Dean Dillion)
There's a road a winding road that never ends
Full of curves lessons learned at every bend
Goin's rough unlike the straight and narrow
It's for those who go against the grain
Have no fear dare to dream of a change live to march to the beat of a
different drummer
And it all might come together
And it all might unraveled
On the road less traveled
For the road less traveled ain't for the faint of heart
For those who choose to play it safe and never stray too far
Me I want to live my life and one day leave my mark
And it all might come together
And it all come unraveled
On the road less traveled
I've chosen a pathway I may not endure
One thing's for certain nothing for sure
And it all might come together
And it all might come unraveled
On the road less traveled
For the road less traveled ain't for the faint of heart
For those who choose to play it safe and never stray too far
Me I want to live my life and one day leave my mark
And it all might come together
And it all come unraveled
On the road less traveled
There's a road winding road that never ends
song performed by by George Strait
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Sometimes the road less traveled is less traveled for a reason.
quote by Jerry Seinfeld
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That Road Has Been Traveled
That road has been traveled.
Long before your carefully placed steps.
Hesitated to test the paved,
And manicured path you take.
That road has been traveled.
And once aligned and adorned with gravel.
Rocks and other obstacles thrown.
If it seems,
I am not in sync...
With others who shower you,
Best wishes and tons of sympathy...
I am not going to do!
Because your shoes are too tight.
And an ingrown toenail bleeds and bites.
You are right!
I 'am' out of that synchronicity.
I don't want you to believe or 'think'
I am not with empathy!
I want you to 'know'...
I have none!
On you,
To spare.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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American Game
So here it goes
The story of my life so I've been told
Get on follow boy or you'll be left out in the cold
But I dont give a damn
'Cause I know who I am
And you don't gotta understand
'Cause I can't change for no man
I chose to go along the road less traveled
I chose to go the road less traveled yeah
Chorus:
I play the American Game
But I don't play the same
I got my hat tipped down
I got my peace sign out
And I'm not gonna change
So here I am
Generation X now I'm happy as hell
'Cause I'm rockin' in here
On American soil, mmmm put it back
Because of you my friends
I can live my life and I can be
Free to be me
It's such a feeling to
Not have to give a damn
'Cause I know who I am
And ya'll don't gotta understand
'Cause I don't change for no man
'Cause I chose, to go along that road less traveled
I chose to go along the road less traveled
Chorus
I don't give a damn
'Cause I know who I am
But I don't play the same
I play the American Game
But I dont play the same
Chorus x2
I play the American Game
song performed by by O-town
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The Romans Road
Did you ever travel that path that in the world is very well known?
This path that has been so traveled on is the wonderful Romans Road.
It's a road that is freely traveled on by all people from any nation,
This road has one destination, which is God's Good News of Salvation.
Therefore you find out quickly that this road was built by God's Son,
And He states early on that there is no one righteous, not even one.
And there is no one who understands, so there's no one who seeks God,
But friend, continue down this road many others have already trod.
It's a road close to home, but one that many from all over have trod,
A road sign says all have sinned and fall short of the Glory of God.
For sin entered the world through Adam, and passed on to you and me,
And physical death through sin came to all men, through Adam's seed.
The next sign, if you're not ready could even take away your breath,
Says your sin must be paid for and the wages of sin is Eternal Death.
But while we were yet sinners, God's love sent Christ to die for us.
Indeed, Christ died for the ungodly, and all we have to do is trust.
So if you've sincerely stayed on this road with no desire to depart,
You'll find The Word is near you; it's in your mouth and your heart,
If you confess Jesus is Lord and believe by His Father He was raised,
By Believing you are Justified and by your Confession you are Saved.
(Copyright © 03/2003)
Holes
There's three in the wall from those pictures in the closet
Two in the bedroom from that night I lost it
One deep inside me determined to stay
They don't get any bigger but they don't go away
Holes in and around me I keep falling back into
Holes digging its around me
God knows what I'm gonna do
To fill in these holes left by you
Left by you
I pour drink after drink but nothing hit bottom
I've been on my knees admitted my problem
The love that we made still barely an echo
I'll try anything in these vacant hollow
Holes in and around me I keep falling back into
Holes digging its around me
God knows what I'm gonna do
To fill in these holes left by you
Left by you
There's two through my hands and one through my feet
From this cross that I bare to the day that I see
Its guilt and its blame its shame and its love
song performed by by Rascal Flatts
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The Road That Was Not Mine
The road that was not mine
I've often wondered about?
If I had followed that road somewhere
would I have felt left out?
There must have been something calling to me,
something too obscure
to understand at the onset
that the road I took was my lure.
I do not miss what wasn't mine
for in its absence I learned
how the road I'm on was exactly
the road for which I yearned.
There must be a defining purpose
that propels us to where we go.
At the end of our travels on this earth
we will look back and we'll know.
We will recognize all the holes
and sympathize with unfinished goals
and regrets will fall away.
For the adventures that come to you
will always have you say.
This was my life. I did my thing
and the road that was not mine
was for someone else to travel on.
But I wonder about it sometimes?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Heartbreak Road
I’m walking down this road called heartbreak,
which leads to a place called despair.
It’s a long and lonely road that I’m travelling
and I’ll find no comfort there.
It’s not a road I ever thought I’d be taking
and it’s not the way I’d choose to go,
but my failure to hold onto my loved one
has left me with self pity and sorrow.
This road has deep holes filled with sadness,
when I stumble, tears form in my eyes.
With loneliness and misery I walk in puddles
from the raindrops from the weeping skies.
My broken dreams and schemes accompany me
even though they weigh heavy on my mind.
Memories, happy and sad hinder my progress,
which makes new dawns so hard to find.
My heart has been emptied and shattered,
and I’ve only heartbreak road to walk.
It’s an endless one-way road of darkness
to which my troubled mind is fraught.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Y - hole- 9+2=11
Lucky at this hole.
Watchout - they steal holes.
WHO-WHO-WHO
Not them - them.
Flowing sands-sands-sands and man.
Catch infinite vibes - MAN.
HOLES-HOLES-HOLES
Gone hole insane, hole insane - PAINS.
Peephole, porthole, volcano hole.
HOLES FOR SALE 'smart guy'.
HOLES FOR SALE 'smart guy'.
Sells nothing - makes money - SMART.
HOLES FOR SALE
LUCKY, , , bought a hole....SMART.
Donut holes-Bagel holes - *FOR SALE*.
Never thought about holes before.
LUCKY, , , at the, , , , ,11 hole.
LUCKY-LUCKY-LUCKY - 'knows'.
HOLES FOR SALE - {sale day}
SALE DAY - SALE DAY - SALE DAY
HOLES FOR SALE
2/27/2009 Joe Poewhit
JESUS SAVES
poem by Joe Poewhit
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Book Of Black Holes
You be on yourside
I'll be on my side
In between there is a book
the book of Black Holes
You sling your arrows
I'll dodge the harrows
And then I'll record it
In the book of Black Holes
There be many pages
that goes through many stages
In the end you may find it
In the book of Black Holes
If it's a five or ten
Even a zero I win
And I have recorded it
In the book of Black Holes
Your comments cryptic
Your words haze, eliptic
And like I said goes down
In the book of Black Holes
Your choice to be insipid
Your dreams are timid
Compared to what's collected
In my book of Black Holes
poem by Midnights Voice
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His Red Dirt Life
So many red dirt roads he’s traveled
Along his long red dirt life
Children born and raised with
His charming red dirt wife
A home was built and furnished
Upon his red dirt land
He’s done the very best he could
Always taking a red dirt stand
Red dirt roads that lead up to
A bridge to the other side
He tries to go right with the flow
Along life’s red dirt ride
And during that ride it seems
There are some pot holes in the road
But he just keep pluggin’ along you see
Just carrying his red dirt load
The streams and valleys continue
Until the end of his red dirt time
And when the sun beats down on him
He loves to see that red dirt shine!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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The Calling
How far down the road
Do you have to go
Before you can see,
Before you can know
If you've traveled correctly
And are where you should be?
Who has these answers?
Who can it be?
No one can tell you
Which road is best?
The road you are on
Is only your test.
Others can watch
And observe your choices.
But they cannot hear
Your inner voices.
They cannot know
What's in your heart.
They cannot see
Into the part
That's calling to you.
It's impossible for them.
They don't have a clue.
Advice can be given
By family or friend
All with good intention
But in the end
You will travel on
And find your own way.
And as you follow your road
You will sometimes say.
"I've made a mistake
This road isn't good".
But in your innermost knowing
You went where you should.
How far down the road
Do you have to go
Before you can see,
Before you can know
If you've traveled correctly
And are where you should be?
Who has these answers?
Who can it be?
No one can tell you
Which road is best?
The road you are on
Is only your test.
Others can watch
And observe your choices.
But they cannot hear
Your inner voices.
They cannot know
What's in your heart.
They cannot see
Into the part
That's calling to you.
It's impossible for them.
They don't have a clue.
Advice can be given
By family or friend
All with good intention
But in the end
You will travel on
And find your own way.
And as you follow your road
You will sometimes say.
"I've made a mistake
This road isn't good".
But in your innermost knowing
You went where you should.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Demise Of My Horses
Demise of My Horses
I had been away for a few days,
visiting the aunts of Cascais,
and found my three stone horses gone.
Just cheerless holes
where they had been tethered.
Widening the road, they said
and for that beauty must go.
When a road is enlarged more
cars will fill the space until
the bigger road is too small and
they decide to build a motorway.
The other side of the road will be
impossible to cross and neighbours
will become strangers.
Sun or rain endlessly stunning my horses were
before turned into grit.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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I took the road less traveled by, and that has made all the difference.
Drown
No matter where you are
I can still hear you when you drown
You've traveled very far
Just to see you I'll come around
When I'm down
All of those yesterdays
Coming around
No matter where you are
I can still hear you when you dream
You traveled very far
You traveled far
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins from Greatest Hits
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Every Road
There you go making mountains
Out of such a little hill
Here I go mixing mortar
For another wall to build
Theres a struggle in this life we lead
Its partly you
Its partly me (but)
Every road thats traveled
Teaches something new
Every road thats narrow
Pushes us to choose
And Id be lying if I said
I had not tried to leave a time or two
But every road that leads me
Leads me back to you
Here we stand in the middle
Of what weve come to know
Its a dance, its a balance
Holding on and letting go
But there is nothing that we cant resolve
When loves at stake
When loves involved
song performed by by Amy Grant
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You know more of a road by having traveled it than by all the conjectures and descriptions in the world.
quote by William Hazlitt
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The Baggage on that Long Long Road to Nowhere...
having traveled most
with distances multiplying upon itself like
a replicating virus,
one reaps the fruits of the silences of distances
the
wisdom of the road that is never satisfied upon its length
long longing
for rest
like a baggage that you leave upon the road
asking if somebody
is dishonest to keep it up for good
not revealing
the cruelty of ownership to anyone who comes back and claims
to be the
it.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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