Pain has its own noble joy, when it starts a strong consciousness of life, from a stagnant one.
quote by John Sterling
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The New Life
Ive burned my bridges
And Im free at last
All my chains are
In the past
The new life starts here
(I was trying to get happy
I thought it was hard
Until I found that
In my own back yard
The new life starts here)
The day is wide open
The sky is blue
The world is a miracle
And so are you
The new life starts here
My papers arrived
Stamped and complete
All previous dispatches
Are obsolete
The new life starts here
I can see my way so clear
Rejoice for...
The new life starts here
Theres a war in the gulf
But it aint in my head
I just declared a state of
Peace instead
The new life starts here
(tempters and tricksters
Banging at my door
Im not fighting with them
Anymore
The new life starts here
/
Users, abusers,
Banging at my door
Im not fighting with them
Anymore
The new life starts here
Tempsters and tricksters
Wondering how
To seize my attention
They cannot touch me now
The new life starts here)
Generals, presidents
How do you do?
I can make it with or
Without you
The new life starts here
I can see my way so clear
Rejoice for...
The new life starts here
Are you under the mercy?
Are you under attack?
Are you going forward?
Are you going back?
The new life starts here
(are you coming to grips?
Are you coming apart?
Are you listening to fear?
Or to your heart?
The new life starts here
/
Are you building heaven
Or are you building hell?
When that great day comes
Will you be able to tell?
The new life starts here)
Citizen, criminal, child
Woman or man
The keys to the kingdom
Are in your own hands
The new life starts here
(God of our love
Who ignited the sun
Not my will
But thine be done
The new life starts here)
Mock the devil
Make him sweat!
He hasnt won
The battle yet
The new life starts here
(a whole new age in seven more years
A brave new age in ten more years)
Rejoice for...
The new life starts here
song performed by by Waterboys
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How to Be Alive?
Pain, only pain I feel
Life loses the meaning of breathing
Nothing remains the same as death starts to feel better than life
Sweetness, is just an illusion
Bitterness becomes the reality
Nobody even cares
Fate beings to display that it is not in favour
Misfortune starts to be as life has only grief to propose
Then, how to be alive?
Is the only thing I seek answer of
As misunderstanding always is to be
Just hate me, if that gives you any happiness
Although please, do not doubt my love for you.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Uncurable Pain
Someone out there has a cure to my pain,
But the faster they cure mine someone else feels the same.
It's probably a cure for my pain, maybe it is, or maybe it's not,
Whatever this pain is, it hurts alot.
My pain is like a river that never starts to flow,
But I know I'm not the only person with pain, other people have pain also.
Pain is like one of a kind like me and you,
It doesn't hurt as bad because I know it is something that I got to live through.
This pain is a mixture between life and death,
It was me all along hurting myself.
poem by La'Kira Jackson
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My Pain Walks With Me
My pain walks with me
And with each step I feel it again-
I tell my consciousness to go elsewhere
Sometimes it does and can,
Sometimes I walk as if my pain is not with me
But then it comes again-
My pain is my enemy
And yet it is with me
And I do not know how to make it go away completely-
I used to love my walking so
But now I walk with pain
And that takes much of the pleasure away-
I wonder if it will be pain for the rest of my life
Or whether somehow something will get me out of it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Pain I Can Control
The pain I can control
The pain that makes me whole
The pain that stops and brings some tears
The pain that erases all my fears
The pain that I inflict with this knife
The pain that might be last in my life
The pain that brought me to my knees
The pain that woahed me full of pleas
The pain that made me see the light
The pain that is bringing me home tonight
The pain that is wrong and bitter
The pain that makes me feel fitter
The pain that my friends say is wrong
The pain that makes me feel so strong
The pain that makes my friend sad, and cry
The pain that makes her want to die
The pain thats not just pain to me
The pain that makes everyone see
The pain that thats tearing me apart
The pain thats ripping apart my heart
The pain that I'm addicted to
The pain I can't give up. Not even for you..
Stagnant Air
What can be said
To someone who is sleeping?
Someone so removed from consciousness...
Nothing can be done,
To drag them away!
This lifelessness weights
On their shoulders each day!
And because their eyes are opened...
It is believed a thought is there!
But nothing is inside their heads!
Nothing at all but stagnant air!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If I am strong
If I am strong.
Is it a compliment to be strong?
I think it's not that and it's wrong.
If I am strong
Do I have to ignore my feelings?
They think I am like a steel
And will survive and cope with any drilling?
If I am strong
I'll be able to overcome all those shrill feelings.
Is it really wrong to be strong?
But what should I do with my feelings?
It's so painful to be strong.
Why should I suffer all those hurts and pain?
Though I will never complain
If I am strong.
And I repeat again: If I am strong
It means I don't need help?
And love is not important to me? Oh, damn!
If I am strong
It looks so comfortable for others.
If I am strong
Should I forgive a lie?
If I am strong
There is no place of treachery in my life.
And I will never listen to falseness.
If I am strong..............................
It's so painful. Am I right?
I wouldn't like to fight
I will just say if you betray:
Get out of my way!
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Noble life demands a noble architecture for noble uses of noble men. Lack of culture means what it has always meant: ignoble civilization and therefore imminent downfall.
quote by Frank Lloyd Wright
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Noble life demands a noble architecture for noble uses of noble men. Lack of culture means what it has always meant ignoble civilization and therefore imminent downfall.
quote by Frank Lloyd Wright
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Lend me your strength
Please lend me your strength
until I find my own
Without you the pain is amplified
not sure if I can do it on my own
But you tell me I'm strong
and I really do want to believe you
But I need to see it in myself
and that's the hardest thing to do
Lately I've been feeling like a pebble
stagnant and forgotten on the ground
But you could always pick me up
bring me back to the here and now
So please lend me your strength
at least until I find some of my own
without you the pain has multiplied
not sure if I'll survive on my own
But you tell me I'm a fighter
you believe I can conquer anything
this is just a test of my strength
you say I have to find my wings
Where would I be without you
my world would be a twisting labyrinth
but deep down I know I'm stronger than this
through your belief I found my strength
poem by Caroline Guedes
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One Love, Alot Of Pain
In life, there’s one love but a lot of pain
Love heals your wounds when the pain is too much
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Love is an angel while the pain is a devil
Love gives comfort when the pain is hurtful
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Love is the light while the pain is the darkness
Love is a rainbow while the pain is a thunder
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Love will be strong when the pain is weak
Love is true but the pain is false
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Love fair while the pain is un-fair
Love is surely possible when the pain is impossible
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Eight senses
(poetry in progress)
the world starts out
with a consciousness
half a consciousness
then one consciousness
then they morph with one sense,
ask the mountain
they stand and stand until the
volcanoes start to throw them out
then two senses, ask the trees
and the shrubs criss crossing
with your paths in the field
they stand and stand, take
the sunshine and make green
a colour for continuous evolution
their only shortcoming is their
two sense world, they stand and stand
a state of being, a state of living
and that's all
the three senses, the four senses
and the five senses, the human beings
they cry to God to let them
have eternal life
but what ever that's for
without the sixth, seventh, or eight sense
unveiled to them
sixth, the sense to connect the past
with the future
the seventh, the sense to connect
the future with the million of consciousness
clarmouring for the eight senses
to be with the ultimate, the Om,
the Divine where all senses
come together with one Supreme
consciousnes, amalgamation of
senses where knowledge springs forth
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Our normal waking consciousness, rational consciousness as we call it, is but one special type of consciousness, whilst all about it, parted from it by the filmiest of screens, there lie potential forms of consciousness entirely different.
quote by William James
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The Pain That You Feel
The pain that you feel,
But can’t touch.
A pain you know of,
But can’t explain
A pain so fierce
You go insane
The unknown pain
That clutches your heart
And burns in your soul
The pain
In your life
Too strong to carry on
The unknown pain
That clouds your mind
And devours your every thought
The pain of broken promises
Broken dreams
The pain
That’s unheard of
The pain that's
Not seen
poem by Emily Swinney
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Pain is a plenty harried thing
Pain is a plenty harried thing,
It too is in plentiful pain.
Pain too prays for reprieve from the Lord,
It too wishes for a merciful end;
Pain has pained itself with the painful realization,
That it is the root of the cause of the source of all pain;
That is why pain is a plenty harried thing,
For it too is in plentiful pain.
Pain is a plenty harried thing,
It too hopes that the morrow starts at leisure
And that maybe it could rise (one day) from within itself
And become its prodigal brother: Pleasure.
We blame pain, we hate pain but we all go seeking it,
Pain doesn’t stalk us, we stalk pain;
If it wasn’t for us, Pain would yet be an unknown hermit,
For it too is in plentiful pain.
Pain is a plenty harried thing,
It too gazes into the stars and watches the days go by without reform;
Pain grieves for the pain it feels deep inside,
Pain too struggles against exploit and harm.
Pain is the seedling of the plant of the tree,
Of Life, which is nothing without this pain;
And I do not crave Pain and it does not crave me,
For it too is in plentiful pain.
poem by Samah Khan
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Lying in bed
She was lying in bed
Tubes around and artificially fed
Speechless as if gripped with cold
Calm but determined and looked bold
Was it pain or anger?
Unhappiness or hunger?
Disease, fatigue or discomfort
needed solace and strong support
I looked tired and pale
what could I do for her to console?
I was utterly helpless
Efforts made were more but result was less
Memory took me back several years
She whispered gently and I could hear
She slept on bed without fear
Happiness on face without a tear
She was gorgeous with the entire smile
I was simply mesmerized for a while
I was ducking to show her warm love
I starred at her as lover dove
All thoughts came to an abrupt halt
As if somebody was rubbing salt
Wounds were aggravating with deep pain
Her sickness was the worry main
She always smiled and prayed Lords
Stood at door with welcoming words
She never complained or expressed regret
Eager to compromise and ready to forget,
Such a noble soul was undergoing pain
All my efforts were proving in vain
Will she recover and be talking again?
Smile with consciousness without pain
Let my years be added to her life
Lived up to expectation as good wife
Life was difficult to walk on edge of knife
she acted wise even when situation was not rife
One has to part when time has run out
Victory may sometimes result into rout
All we can do is to pray and bow to almighty
Shower with blessings to come out of pity
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Rough Times
there are some things in life that are tough
and the road around you seems really rough
when you life starts to turn
when ill you want to do is learn
peaces from you heart brake
with all you deal with is heartache
when you want things to go right
when you start to cry deeply at night
when the tears cant seem to fade
and your felling so ashamed
and life call your name
but it never seems the same
when the wind starts to howl
and everything feels fowl
crying never stopped the pain inside
never knowing how much I’ve cried
just trying to set everything straight
but when you look at it, its too late
poem by Katie Patterson
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One’s potentials
Intuition springs from super consciousness.
Sixth sense is the act of consciousness.
Libido is stored in sub consciousness.
They are dormant in unconsciousness.
All the three types of consciousness are
Present in one at variant degrees.
Accordingly, potentials differ
And influence a man’s personality.
16.12.2011
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Individuality
Phew! 'T'is a stuffy and a stupid place,
This social edifice by Custom wrought -
This fenced enclosure wherein all are caught,
The great and small, the noble and the base,
And squeezed and flattened to one common face.
Air, air for springing fancy, errant thought!
Scope to make something of the seeming nought!
Room for the fleet foot and the open race!
Break out, O brother, braver than the rest,
Lover of Liberty, whose arm is strong!
Buttress our independence with thy breast,
And fight a passage through the stagnant throng.
Many will press behind thee, but they need
The stalwart captain, not afraid to lead.
poem by Ada Cambridge
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The real history of consciousness starts with one's first lie.
quote by Joseph Brodsky
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