And woven into the fabric of this harsh existence was music.
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Counsel woven into the fabric of real life is wisdom.
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The legacy of the Armenian Genocide is woven into the fabric of America.
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Resilience is woven deeply into the fabric of Oklahoma. Throw us an obstacle, and we grow stronger.
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When Jefferson and the Republicans rallied to the Union and to the existing Federalist organization, the fabric of traditional American democracy was almost completely woven.
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The fabric of existence weaves itself whole.
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How The Web Was Woven
(words & music by westlake - most)
How the web was woven
In my soul, dont you know
How the web was woven
Cant get loose, cant let go
Like the weave of a spider
Wound around my heart
Im no longer free
At last Im where you want me
Dont you know, thats where I want to be?
Spinning round like a blue fly
Thoughts of you fill my head
And no matter, oh how I try
I cant sleep in my bed
Ive been round for the last time
Oh, girl, what can I do?
Oh the time the web was woven,
How I fell in love, fell in love with you
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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A Dream Escape
confronted with a harsh
reality of his daily existence
on skin
unfeeling any pain
neither
happiness, and this too harsh,
when nothing is felt
whatever be that, he.... finally finds a escape inside
his dream, it
was a lazy afternoon in an island
where his lover is
waiting
behind them the sun sets
like an
egg yolk
scrambled into
settled
doubts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Do not leave me
Do not leave me in this world without you.
You are woven through the fabric of my life.
If you abandon me I will unravel
slowly,
thread
by thread,
until I am nothing but holes.
How then will I continue when so much of me is missing?
poem by Diana Rosser
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Thou hide thyself behind the Fabrics of life
weft is Energy and matter is
warp,
Weaving fabric after fabric of
worlds,
Filling your own breath in all,
Every breath is eternal story of
thy love,
thou are blind to thy own brightness,
Covering yourself with colourful fabric of life,
thou art that primordial existence and cause,
Primordial love,
Thou art the love, ever loving lover,
beloved of all life,
every life is a ray of thy love,
Every life is thy love story,
You weave the web of life,
Using corporeal and Empyreal illusions,
Every word is colourful and
powerful,
Every life is thy love song,
singing with different lyrics and tune,
Under the fabric of words,
Web of every words and scriptures hide you more,
Every heart is thine hide!
The heart that one with you in
love,
Only love these fabrics because of you,
Behind every form of
corporeal you hide more,
Thou are always naked,
Behind fabrics of life,
to the one who is silent,
bearfooted and naked in thy love!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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I know that most men, including those at ease with problems of the greatest complexity, can seldom accept even the simplest and most obvious truth if it be such as would oblige them to admit the falsity of conclusions which they have delighted in explaining to colleagues, which they have proudly taught to others, and which they have woven, thread by thread, into the fabric of their lives.
quote by Leo Tolstoy
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Music and lyrics
Its music that wakes me up to a shiny day
Even if it’s dull like shades of gray
Its music that makes every day a “special day”
Even for the least unexpected way
Its music that gives me life like the sun
Even if my world refuses to take spun
Its music that wields me to strive and run
Even if my body takes on a million pun
Its music that serves as my “guiding light”
Even through the coldest, darkest of all the night
Its music takes a stand for me to fight
Even if everyone seems nowhere in sight
Its music that serves as my only inspiration
Even if the world doesn’t even bother for such reason
Its music that takes me to a world full of imagination
Even if everyone seems to bliss me off to harsh realization
Its music that permits my love take such progress
Even if everyone seems happy to see me oppress
Its music that I will forever stand up for such prowess
Even if it has taken as a promise to you my Goddess…
poem by Kaizer Phanton
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Solace In Music
Music is my solace
I can escape into it's
Rhythm and rhyme
I can feel the beat
Always different and pulsing
Giving me time to think
I can get lost in
The words
They give me an outlet
Music is my solace
One of the things
That is truly mine
Music is my escape
From the harsh reality
Even if it lasts only a moment
Music is my medicine
For everything
That hurts
poem by Autumn Winds
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My dreams my hopes
Dreams and hopes
Get woven as an alluring
Multicolored web
Let me tell you,
Sometimes they’re
Embroidered as
Leaves buds and flowers
On the fabric
Most times our feet get caught
In that enthralling web
…but do you know
That at the end of the show
It’s just one dream
It’s just one hope
That takes reins of
A whole life...
And what’s the meaning of
This dream-like-life
Without you…?
Sighs my heart…
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Music is...
Music is...
Music is expression...
Music is freedom...
Music is the song of life...
Music is notes...
Music is noise...
Music is beat...
Music is relaxing...
Music is peace...
Music is loud...
Music is calm...
Music is meaningful...
Music is sound...
Music is heart...
Music is soul...
Music is mind...
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Music is the song of my life...
Music is everything...
Music is me...
Music is....
poem by Madeline anderson
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Yin and Yang
Under heaven everyone knows that
The existence of beauty
Depend on the existence of ugliness.
Everyone knows the capacity of kindness
Depend on the existence of the unkind.
Existence and nothingness are mutually born,
Difficult and easy complement each other,
Long and short rest upon each other,
Sound, song and music harmonize each other,
Before and after follow one another.
Yin are darkness, cold, rest, inward and downward direction
Yang are brightness, heat, activity, upward and outward direction.
Yin are stillness, receptivity and femaleness
Yang are aggressiveness, expansion and maleness.
(adaptation from Tao Te Ching, Lao Tzu)
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Ignorant people see life as either existence or non-existence, but wise men see it beyond both existence and non-existence to something that transcends them both; this is an observation of the Middle Way.
quote by Lucius Annaeus Seneca
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Anger And Self-denial
something arrives
it is harsh and you do not recognize it
it exists but your mind refuses
to acknowledge it
this is self-denial and you tend to take
this harsh thing too lightly
upon a bottle of beer
and some puffs of Marlboro cigarettes
the harsh thing sticks to your skin
like a leech and sucks your blood
and drained
you fall into an unconsciousness
self-denial falls like
a stone to a house of dominoes
causing this pandemonium
of your guts
then comes anger
you scatter all your parts on the highway
you let the trucks run over you
whatever is left
everything shatters
and you scream to the continents of the world
to no avail
of course
there is this angel of pity
hovering over your soul
bringing you the light of the brightest day
of your life
you stretch your hand and there is this
new world before your eyes
acceptance, the tranquility after the chaos,
heaven, this must be, serene, a clear pond,
a self rising above the selfishness of your
earthly existence
it is no longer us, in this luminosity.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rip Up The Threads
We're all in this together.
We never were alone.
We've just been told
we're different.
And so the words were sewn
into a fabric, sewn up tight
by the dirty hands with the needle
and the threads became the grime.
It made the fabric
and wove the shame
into it tightly
without any name.
For without a name
there's just a blank space,
no visible face
to cast the blame on.
Rip up the threads.
Rip it in shreds.
Each race take a thread
and pull it apart.
Your common purpose
will be what you see.
And peace will finally start.
Love will be there
for we're creatures from God
that wants us to share
in a fabric made of love.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The World in my eyes
The world. A harsh place, yet
through the harshness of its existence comes
a ray of light, brought by passion,
passion from the existence of the human race
of individuals making peace, love, violence,
A contrast.
The world, a place of ever growing pain and hate,
the place once fuelled on love cannot breathe, is dying without pain.
Think.
The world once powered by unity is sickened without grief.
poem by Lindsey A Rogerson
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Quality is the result of a carefully constructed cultural environment. It has to be the fabric of the organization, not part of the fabric.
Philip Crosby in Reflections on Quality
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