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Fortune Seller
Fortune
Seller
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom keeper
Fortune
Sailing
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom maker
Take hold of the answer
Give life to the dreams you were foretold
Looking into the future
Trace the steps into the great unknown
Unknown
Unknown
Unknown
They say that time is like a river that flows
And where that river ends nobody knows
And so we navigate our way through this life
Riding the river
Riding the river
Take hold of your chances
Defy all of the odds that have been made
Making evey movement count
We step toward a golden age
You know
Only you know
Only you know
Fortune
Seller
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom keeper
Fortune
Sailing
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom maker
They say that time is like a river that flows
And where that river ends nobody will know
And so we navigate our way through this life
Riding the river
Riding the river
Giving into the power
Giving into the magic of the ride
Using imagination
We take a step into the other side
Fortune
Teller
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom keeper
They say that time is like a river that flows
And where that river ends nobody knows
And so we navigate our way through this life
Riding the river
Riding the river
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song performed by by Yes
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Fortune Seller
Fortune
Seller
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom keeper
Fortune
Sailing
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom maker
Take hold of the answer
Give life to the dreams you were foretold
Looking into the future
Trace the steps into the great unknown
Unknown
Unknown
Unknown
They say that time is like a river that flows
And where that river ends nobody knows
And so we navigate our way through this life
Riding the river
Riding the river
Take hold of your chances
Defy all of the odds that have been made
Making evey movement count
We step toward a golden age
You know
Only you know
Only you know
Fortune
Seller
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom keeper
Fortune
Sailing
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom maker
They say that time is like a river that flows
And where that river ends nobody will know
And so we navigate our way through this life
Riding the river
Riding the river
Giving into the power
Giving into the magic of the ride
Using imagination
We take a step into the other side
Fortune
Teller
Finder
Seeker
Giver
Taker
Wisdom keeper
They say that time is like a river that flows
And where that river ends nobody knows
And so we navigate our way through this life
Riding the river
Riding the river
1-800
song performed by by Yes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Seeker
Chorus:
I am a seeker
A poor sinful creature
There is no weaker than I am
I am a seeker
You are a teacher
You are a reacher
So reach down
Wont you reach out and lead me
Guide me and keep me
In the shelter of your care each day
cause I am a seeker
You are a keeper
You are the leader
Wont you show me the way
I am a vessel thats empty and useless
I am a bad seed that fell by the way
I am a loser that wants to be a winner
And you are my last hope
Dont turn me away
Chorus:
I am a seeker
A poor sinful creature
There is no weaker than I am
I am a seeker
You are a teacher
You are a reacher
So reach down
Wont you reach out and lead me
Guide me and keep me, lord
In the shelter of your care each day
cause I am a seeker
You are a keeper
You are the leader
Wont you show me the way
Oh, I know you are a mountain
From which there flows a fountain
So let its water wash my sins away
cause I am a seeker
You are a keeper
You are the leader
Wont you show me the way
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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The Seeker
How many times
will a seeker
return to the
same well,
seeking water?
Finding none.
one
two
three
several
But when
transparent
the seeker
will no
longer seek
there.
poem by Heather Burns
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Birth of the Warrior
Respect. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be given.
Control. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Power. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Love. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be given.
Joy. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Peace. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Sought from the source external.
Robbing another, and in turn robbing the seeker.
Another protects theirs, as the seeker protects his.
In the quest, it is given away to another, with nothing returned,
The seeker loses themselves.
To put another before self, is to find one self.
Yet, the seeker must protect what is theirs.
Though it must be shared, as it is found for this purpose.
It is that, which is shared, that can never be stolen.
It is the gift.
Not to be given, as one who gives, expects it back.
The gift that is given to one, cannot be shared by many.
The gift must be protected.
For those starving from within, will get a taste,
Not realizing that they have their own.
They just have yet to harness it.
The power lies within.
Yet, within lies, it lies.
It is when the seeker respects themselves, they can respect others, and can share respect.
When they can control themselves, others respect will respect them.
They then find their inner empowerment, and now need power from no other.
The battles you endured, you are courageous.
The demons you have battled, you are fearless.
After many defeats, you rose and became victorious.
The seeker is not a victim,
The seeker is a champion.
They have conquered the battle from within.
Many battles lie ahead, they can reflect on the battles past.
Now, the warrior inside is born.
Fight on!
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Hytten
Hvor Bølgen høit mod Kysten slaaer,
En ganske lille Hytte staaer,
Men rundt om paa det hele Næs,
Man finder ei en Plet med Græs,
Kun Himmel, Hav og nøgent Sand
Omgiver Hyttens Drømmeland;
Der kan man Paradiset finde,
Thi Kjærligheden boer derinde.
Ei Sølv, ei Guld man finder der,
Men to, som har hinanden kjær,
See Kys og Smiil paa Læben leer,
Og Øiet dybt i Øiet seer;
De tale ei det mindste Ord,
Glemt er den hele, store Jord,
Med al dens Kamp, dens Fryd og Smerte,
Her svulmer Hjerte kun mod Hjerte.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Pleasure Seeker
Pleasure seeker
Hunting to get 'lucky'
Hoping to pluck someone without scruples.
Hoping to get laid,
With less of a game to be played.
And those moralistic ones,
Are the best to tease.
Easy to capture,
With temptations to please.
Pleasure seeker desires one of these.
To squeeze a butt while screwing up juices.
Or to leave one sucking,
Discreetly!
After a satisfying time,
Delivered from one's knees.
Or...
Better left gratified,
Under sheets naked...
Entwined in sweat,
Left by a slow building heat....
That comes after calls for wanting more,
Have cooled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Him
Fire burns,
In his heart.
He seeks only death,
And blood.
I seek death,
And I also,
Kill.
He thinks himself,
Strong and handsome.
He thinks himself,
Brave and smart.
He thinks himself,
Tall and fierce.
He thinks himself,
Killer and fighter.
I think of him,
Weak and hidious.
I think of him,
Frightened and dumb.
I think of him,
Short and cowardly.
I think of him,
Helpless and food.
I am stronger,
Braver,
Smarter,
Taller,
Fiecer,
And blood seeker.
He is nothing,
But lies.
I am nothing,
But a blood seeker,
And killer.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Man finder det passende, finder det smukt
Man finder det passende, finder det smukt,
Naar jeg synger om Svanernes Sang og Flugt,
Om det svulmende Hav, om Stjernernes Pragt,
Om Guds Natur i dens Fylde og Magt;
Men synger jeg ud mit Hjertes Sang,
Ved Synet af Spaniens deilige Qvinder,
Den svulmende Skjønhed, den svævende Gang,
De Øine, de Fødder, de flammende Blikke,
Saa sige de strax, det passer sig ikke,
Den nordiske Fromhed og Klædning vi savne.
Men jeg veed i Spanien ei Ord eller Navne
For Tanken, undtagen — „at kysse og favne!"
I Paradiishaven, som Spanien staaer nær,
Det Deiligste det var jo Eva der,
Og alt det Deiligste, skabt af Gud,
I Kjærlighed synger mit Hjerte ud!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Seeker of truth
Seeking truth
I'm the seeker of truth
I'm interested to know
What is truth and where it is
Though I know nothing about truth
Though everything is truth
And truth is everywhere.
I know only love is truth
And truth is love and
It is with all animate
And inanimate.
I have no other interest
I have no other motive
But to love
But to seek truth
I'm the seeker of truth
And truth is love
And love is truth.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Seeker
[Originally by The Who]
I've looked under chairs
I've looked under tables
I've tried to find the key
To fifty million fables
[Chorus:]
They call me The Seeker
I've been searching low and high
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
I asked Bobby Dylan
I asked The Beatles
I asked Timothy Leary
But he couldn't help me either
[Chorus]
People tend to hate me
'Cause I never smile
As I ransack their homes
They want to shake my hand
Focusing on nowhere
Investigating miles
I'm a seeker
I'm a really desperate man
I won't get to get what I'm after
Till the day I die
I learned how to raise my voice in anger
Yeah, but look at my face, ain't this a smile?
I'm happy when life's good
And when it's bad I cry
I've got values but I don't know how or why
I'm looking for me
You're looking for you
We're looking in at other
And we don't know what to do
[Chorus]
song performed by by Rush
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Med Lamartines Reise i Oriente
Imellem Bogens Ryg og Rand,
Du finder det hele Østerland.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Du finder din Lykke i Kjøbenhavn
Du finder din Lykke i Kjøbenhavn,
Naar Du løber Fastelavn.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Birth Day
Years
Of age...
Killer
Of
Yenger...!
Yonger
Finder...
Older
Munge r...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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A Man of Words
To some a seeker, to others a fool.
A rich man, a winner,
a poor man, a king.
A writer, a scholar,
a criminal, a cop.
To all whose boundaries like somewhere,
a fool you are not.
A centurion of words,
a seeker of truth,
and the word man writes what he sees.
Fools prey upon the conscience of others.
Rich see to rule and conquer,
while the poor beg their way through.
Criminals steal their goals,
but a writer writes his dreams away.
Puritans seek to purify,
criminals seek to steal.
Rich men seek to be richer,
Poor men seek to survive.
Writers seek to homage,
only stories to unfold.
poem by David Harris
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Med en Kurv med Æg
I Kurven, paa Ballet, i Dands og i Leg
Jeg nynner saa sagte dette:
Fugl Phønix er i det ene Æg;
Men see nu, Du finder det rette!
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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Pests Of The Society
A critic is a non-performer;
A trader is a non-producer.
A preacher is a non-practitioner
A mediator is a non-fact finder.
They are the pests of the society
20.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pests of the society
A critic is a non-performer;
A trader is a non-producer.
A preacher is a non-practitioner
A mediator is a non-fact finder.
They are the pests of the society
20.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Keep It Proper
Keep it proper!
You never know on you who might peep.
When you do a thing discreet.
You never know on you who might peep.
It's best that you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Especially when you're seen in the streets.
You never know on you who might peep.
Keep,
It
Proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Distorting what you do to deceive.
You never know on you who might peep.
It's best that you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
When a seeker seeks a weakness to heat.
You never know on you who might peep.
Controversy lovers love it,
More obscene.
People feed sensations that wound and bleed.
With a caring less of who's affected by misdeeds
Keep,
It
Proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Distorting what you do to deceive.
You never know on you who might peep.
Yes it's best that you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
When a seeker seeks a weakness to heat.
You never know on you who might peep.
It's best
That you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Yes it is best
That you keep it proper.
You never know on you who might peep.
Yes it is best that you keep it proper,
That business to express on the streets.
You never know,
On you
Who might peep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Just Writting About Wolfs
days get colder nights get longer..wind howls a lonely howl
deep in the night a lone wolf howls do his howls fall on def ears
as he sits high upon a cliff looking down upon the woods he calls home
he wonders in the shadows a loner but never really alone
we has the wind the earth and the air that goes threw him
it like an old friend to him the darkness the shadows
the wolf wonders alone in mind and thoughts
whats he thinking of
we may never know know....
but hawk circles above does he hear the howl as the wolf says hello in the nights sky to hawk
flying so live so free
the wolf is the path finder the teacher they finder of the way
the hawk hears the howl and carries the message up to the sky
what the message, , , , , you may as for each its difffenrt each its own sound even one of silance
the wolf knows all is well in the world tonght
dont know why i wrote this one or whats its meaning is just kinda came to me as i sat here watching the football game
hope you all enjoyed
greyicewolf
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poem by Jeff Greyicewolf
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