The ass went seeking for horns and lost his ears.
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Forfeiture
Seeking love,
She lost her innocence;
Seeking security,
She lost her freedom;
Seeking passion,
She lost her honor;
Seeking solace,
She lost her sanity;
Seeking an end,
She lost her life.
Requiscat in pace
poem by John Bliven Morin
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The camel asking for horns lost also his ears.
The camel going to seek horns, lost his ears.
Beware of the camel going to seek horns, he lost his ears.
The camel asking for horns lost also his ears. [In grasping for things we need not, we often lose what we have.]
The horns of the sister are horns of gold; the horns of the wife are true horns.
Halos & Horns
Halos and horns, sinners and saints,
Hearts that are torn between what's wrong and ain't
Just because it feels right does not make it so
So we struggle through life in horns and halos
Tempted and tried with each step we take
We stumble and slide and make our mistakes,
Ask God to forgive us for all of our sins,
Then we take off our horns and wear halos again
Halos and horns, sinners and saints,
Hearts that are torn between what's wrong and ain't
Just because it feels right does not make it so
So we struggle through life in horns and halos
Halos and horns, sinners and saints,
We're praised or we're scorned, we either run or we faint
Oh, but life is a challenge from the day that we're born
Just tryin' to balance halos and horns
It's heaven or hell, halos or horns
Halos and horns, sinners and saints,
Hearts that are torn between what's wrong and ain't
But just because it feels right; well, that don't make it so
So we struggle through life in horns or halos
It's either horns or halos
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Seeking Salvation From The Nightmare
The purple journey bends my mind
It leaves me lost and hard to find
Smiling within a shadows ghost
Smiling with the blind
Seeking salvation from the nightmare
Where are we to turn?
Seeking redemption from the redeemer
Who are we to burn?
There's something gone a miss here
Something out of time
Something lost and never found
Yours and never mine
There’s been something lost in nothing
And nothing seems so real
Tell me of the feeling
Tell me how you feel.
poem by David Lacey
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Sonnet 78: Oh How The Pleasant Airs
Oh how the pleasnat airs of true love be
Infect'd by those vapors, which arise
From out that noisome gulf, which gaping lies
Between the jaws of hellish Jealousy:
A monster, others' harm, self-misery,
Beauty's plague, Virtue's scourge, succour of lies;
Who his own joy to his own hurt applies,
And only cherish doth with injury;
Who since he hath, by Nature's special grace,
So piercing paws as spoil when they embrace,
So nimble feet as stir still, though on thorns,
So many eyes ay seeking their own woe,
So ample ears as never good news know:
Is it not evil that such a Devil want horns?
poem by Philip Sidney
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If You Are Among Those Who See Things
There are those who are lost.
And there are those seeking clarity.
Some see those who are lost,
And seeking clarity.
Those are the ones ignored by all.
Since what they see,
No one wishes to admit.
But then again...
If you are among those who see things,
That have not happened yet...
You have to have more patience!
Just like the dawn awaiting to be enjoyed!
Some will know it exist.
Some will not come to realize it at all.
And there will be those still in argument,
About what happened to them yesterday.
Choosing to stay there and have it relived.
These are the folks left to wonder,
Why they are left alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Despair
He has lost him completely. And now he is seeking
on the lips of every new lover
the lips of his beloved; in the embrace
of every new lover he seeks to be deluded
that he is the same lad, that it it to him he is yielding.
He has lost him copmletely, as if he had never been at all.
For he wanted -- so he said -- he wanted to be saved
from the stigmatized, the sick sensual delight;
from the stigmatized, sensual delight of shame.
There was still time -- as he said -- to be saved.
He has lost him completely, as if he had never been at all.
In his imagination, in his delusions,
on the lips of others it is his lips he is seeking;
he is longing to feel again the love he has known.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Today! !
Today the sun was shine less
Today the moon was mood less
Today the birds were wing less
Today as the sun rose, they told me
Today as I woke
They told me
Last night I’ve lost my voice they echoed me
Today the mountains are height less
Today the clock was time less
Today the sky was wind less
Today my hands were workless
Today as the sun boiled, they told me
Today as I spoiled
They told me
Last morning I’ve lost my hands they assured me
Today the world was sightless
Today the room was lightless
Today the voices were figureless
Today my eyes were imageless
Today as the night dived, they told me
Today as I defined
They told me
Last afternoon I’ve lost my eyes they cursed me
Today the era was soundless
Today the room was noise less
Today the things were strike less
Today my ears were voice less
Today as the dawn fell, they told me
Today as I felt
They told me
Last evening I’ve lost my ears they pitted me
Last night I was voiceless
Last night I was hand less
Last night I was eyes less
Last night I was ears less
And now today I feel
That they’ll tell me
That I’ve lost, they’ll yell me
Lost a heartbeat
And now is grave less
Left in open far godless
Unmentioned they say expressionless.
poem by Nishtha Dutta
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Seek not yourself but the other
The self that you are seeking
Is not you
It belongs to someone else
The more you seek yourself
That more you shall be lost
In the maze
Of your own selfishness
Seek not yourself
But always the other
Beyond
There you will find
What you have been seeking
This bliss
This outburst
Of love and compassion
In the oneness of this universe
Where you are but a drop
In this ocean
Where you are but a speck of dust
In this space
You are the air that you are now breathing
Inside you
Outside you
You are here in this nowhere
That you feel
now, you are not alone
happier on a singing air
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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War Profits
THE horns of the moon are tipped
With pearl. Her lover, wooed
By charms and won, Endymion,
Inherits quietude.
White the gleam
Of the dream
On his eyes.
The horns of the sun are dipt
In ruddy flame that flings
Adventurous young Icarus
To earth on ruined wings.
But he flew,
But he knew
Winds and skies.
Lucifer's horns have a crust
Of gold and topaz gem
On points that thrust to yellow dust
The heart that covets them.
Heed! take heed!
For by greed
Glory dies.
poem by Katharine Lee Bates
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For instance, if you're playing a record with drums - horns would sound nice to enhance it so you get a record with horns and slip it in at certain times.
quote by Grandmaster Flash
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All to War
I lost my mother
I lost my father
I lost my brother
And lost my dreams too
I lost my friends
I lost my family
I lost my sister
And lost my will too
I lost my school
I lost my work
I lost my city
And lost my rights too
I lost my day
I lost my night
I lost my sight
And lost my morning dew
(to the soul of every victim of war)
poem by Ezekiel Johnson
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Addressing a Reality
What is that you are seeking?
'Seeking?
I'm not in a search to seek anything.
Not anymore.
When I sought my life to live,
With an acknowledgement...
I did too much of that for others,
I found what I needed.
What you observe me doing,
Is a living of my life.
And it took me a while to identify it,
As 'my' life to live.
And it may seem to you I am seeking,
Because of an excitement you see me express.
Seeking?
No.
I am addressing a reality I have found.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mad Man's song
Like a lost letter she stood for a while
to go the other side of the road..
near me who was lying in a corner of this side….
For moments, it seemed she was the same soul in whose palms seeking fulfillment I search in mine…
Though in her eyes she was carrying a desperation unlike the one I had
to walk into an exile of refuge from reason….
Yet with her hallowed paleness she seemed very close…
And as I came back from my contrasts….
she was no longer there..
she was walking away on the other side,
as she had crossed the road.
She was then just one among many strangers…
Like an unaddressed letter
I sent my words into the air….
O..stranger! ! ! !
A lost letter seeks its home…
An unaddressed one remains lost, , ,
That day when you came with your child and asked me
if I would let him sit beside the window, where I was,
so that he can see the passage of sights…
Believe me, I would not have..
had I not known the joy of fulfilling the dreams of another's eye..
the wishes of another heart…
But once I had bought a bouquet of flowers for my mother
to give it to her God…
though I was an atheist then, , ,
But since then I am not…
You also came seeking your God…
so, I let your child and quietly wondered in the worship that your eyes offered to his...
as the sights passed by………….
You believed, I betrayed
Seeking faith in thy believe..
and the strength of its strings…
you believed yet…
So I returned….
finding the emptiness of betrayal, the meaning of its nothingness…
and the search of your belief.
When I returned,
you were like the joy of a sinking ship finding a sea within the sea…
and you beheld in me a lost soldier…
though I was within me but an unending war
Of belief and betrayal….
(with heartfelt courtesy to Shahzia Naqvi)
Innocent Man
An innocent man he was
The perfect gentleman
The kind of man
you could only spin out
in your endless dreams
He was declared guilty
and a sentence was passed
without a glance
before he even had a chance
An innocent man he was
A man of truth
A man of pride
A man whose words
would sit down gently by your side
Seeking for freedom
Seeking for justice
Seeking to be heard
judged wrongly instead
He was a man of love
He sought salvation from above
Nothing was straight
All the answers
were bent like a curve
An innocent man he was
With no regrets
His worst fear
he had already met
misjudged, complaints lodged
There were two sides
with options so wide
Only one was chosen
The other ignored
Where was the trust?
When was it lost?
What would it take
to sacrifice at stake?
To prove he was an innocent man
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Minimus Stuck - Fragment Abramic
.
To be continually caught as the ram,
redundant among thorns,
horns at branches push,
blood ignored,
flow, more,
to come,
itself,
or other,
kindred bodies
entangled, who
waits a commanding authority,
sacrifice with thorns,
horns, first born.
I am caught up in the matter.
.
poem by Warren Falcon
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