What are you? What am I? Those are the questions that constantly persecute and torment me and perhaps also play some part in my art.
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A Sunday Prayer 07
Dear Lord there is so many questions
that plague our mind each day.
We hear of wars fought constantly,
each side declare God is with them.
Oh Lord, how can this be?
Who is right and who is wrong?
Pray help me understand.
A blind man when told
he could have his sight returned.
He refused to have it back,
saying he did not want to see,
the deprivation of man to his fellow man.
Oh, Lord surely there has to be explanation.
I pray to you to help me understand.
If there is to be hope for the human race,
we must understand each person’s problems;
never turn our back to those in need.
So Lord I ask you today,
grant us with your eternal wisdom,
so that we may understand and help,
all of our fellow man,
through their indignation and sorrow
that so many face everyday.
Send your fateful lightning
to guide us on our way.
We need your wisdom and guidance
to help us each day through.
Oh Lord, as you hear this prayer,
grant it for us so we can show,
others the road to heaven and happiness,
And lead them into the safety of your open arms.
Oh Lord, grant us also the wisdom
of the answers to the questions
that constantly torment our mortal mind.
poem by David Harris
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What I advise you to do is, not to be unhappy before the crisis comes…some things torment us more than they ought; some torment us before they ought; and some torment us when they ought not to torment us at all. We are in the habit of exaggerating, or imagining, or anticipating, sorrow.
Always Asking Questions
We all want peace we dont want misery
So many of us wont let us be these things
But we only are confused
We feel stronger as we grow older
But still we feel bemused
Always asking questions
Were always asking questions
And the temptation is to just step back
Well we give what we lack
We will always be asking questions
Why rich?
Why poor?
Always asking questions
Were always asking questions
Why this?
Why that?
Were always asking questions
Why this?
Why that?
Always asking
Dont stop asking
Dont stop asking questions
Always asking questions
In answer to this question is just shut up
You dont know
I dont know
Nobody knows
This is an answer to every question
This is a place to begin
Always asking questions
Always asking questions
Why this?
Why that?
Why this?
Why that?
Always asking questions
(why this why that? )
Always asking questions
(why this why that? )
Always asking questions
(why this why that? )
Words: william bryant
Music: howard jones
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Many countries persecute their own citizens and intern them in prisons or concentration camps. Oppression is becoming more and more a part of the systems.
quote by Alva Myrdal
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What We Have Become
in the shallow part of the river
we decide to play: life is a game
we like to believe that
our arms drip like cold water
on the side of the glass
that you hold when you have felt
the first thirst
i shall not satisfy you
and so i have become the bait
of the fish
you have become more interested
on what i have to say
not to be mistaken as trivial
i have also taken more glances at you
i believe you
and so with this trust i ask you to go with me
to the deep part of the sea
i swim first then you follow
you know how to swim and you swim well in fact
like a fish
at the shallow part
i told you that nothing is hidden
nothing signifies anything
the stones are stones
and nothing else
your questions are just ordinary questions
which i have answered to well
and you believe me more until
we dive deep
deeper into the ocean floor
where the sands though silent
have more to say
than what i can tell you
the stones on the sides of the deep
now are telling you more
and you begin to understand
why for all those years
on that dry land
i have kept my silence
my distance.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One Breath, One Hunger!
if you've not heard
anything else that i've said...
look in the mirror,
and see yourself.
look at all others,
and see yourself.
look for God,
and see yourself.
look at yourself,
and see all of life.
look at yourself,
and see all those suffering.
look at yourself,
and see all others.
look at yourself,
and see God!
every thing you feel,
is being felt.
every thing you need,
needed by all.
every tear you cry,
on every face.
every prayer you pray,
a part of all prayer.
look to the earth,
and see yourself.
look into yourself,
and see the earth!
listen to the heartbeat,
of which you are part...
part of the whole,
of all that is life.
we are constantly being born,
and constantly dying...
death and birth, the same journey...
no beginning, no end...
the dream, the reality,
dead branches feed the fire...
darkness, and dawn,
one breath, one hunger!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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An Encounter...
in that encounter
the day becomes a mirror
as i begin to see every part of you in me.
the same eyes
longing for the outside game
the same feet wanting to walk all the edges of this earth
you are asking questions
that need the answers to the same questions over and over again
i play this game too
and even though i am bored i make you feel that this is interesting
i talk to fill the missing words in your mouth
and you listen
hoping to find inside me what you have been looking for
it will take a long time for you to know that i am just
another sea breeze
kissing sands and stones.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Clown In The Circus
What can i say..
I'm just the clown
Someone to cheer you up
And laugh at when you're down
That's my part
My role in this game of life...
When the odds are stacked again you
I'll role the dice
I'm a lover not a fighter
I'd rather laugh then cry
I don't look further then immortality
And i don't ask questions why
I'm just the clown
I'm just a clown
But what happens when the one who makes you smile
Is the one who's feeling down?
I can't lose my will to live
Or my part in this play
Who will be the one
To take these clouds away
What can i say...
I'm just a clown
I want to cheer you up
I don't want to see you frown
Lifes too short
In this theatre play
but i can't always be the one that's gonna make your day...
But i will try
Just remember at some point in our lives
We all need time
An a shoulder to lean on when we cry
Love from the clown xx
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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I ask questions, and a large part of my life has been spent asking questions of Ken Livingstone.
quote by Trevor Phillips
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A Shame
Sometimes we grow up with a lie
that we don’t know about,
then the lie bursts, and finally the truth comes out.
It is always the innocent victims
of the lie that get hurt,
never the propitiators of it.
The innocent ones who feel the guilt
when they have done nothing wrong.
They feel ashamed for something
they had no part in.
A dark cloud hangs over them
and questions torment their mind.
They feel the shame
that was never meant for them.
They want to forgive themselves.
Thinking if they had done something different
they might never feel this way.
There is nothing they could have done
the perpetrators of the lie had seen to that.
They can’t turn back the clock
to where it all began,
only try to move forward
and hope that it will never happen again to anyone
poem by David Harris
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Poetry is a succession of questions which the poet constantly poses.
quote by Vicente Aleixandre
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Deeds rather than words express my concept of the part religion should play in everyday life. I have watched constantly that in our movie work the highest moral and spiritual standards are upheld, whether it deals with fable or with stories of living action.
quote by Walt Disney
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Questions
I don't remember my first question asked
Might have been to my mother while in my crib I basked
Or maybe it was to my father when he kissed me goodnight
Then he said a prayer for me and then he turned off the light.
Many questions I have asked since the day I was born
Many questions I have answered and many I did mourn
Some of them were the truth, but them I had masked
I don't remember why, but I remember they were asked.
Questions are needed to understand our life
Answers are needed so we too might avoid strife
Life is full of questions and are as many as drops of rain
And like rain drops not two questions are really the same.
Questions will be a part of us until that day we die
We will come across them daily with who, what, where or why
I dread not the future, but I do dread the past
I also dread the day, not knowing which question of mine will be last.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Suspicions In The Way
Weren't we once in love?
Or was that just another game to play?
Weren't we once there for one another?
Or was that just for public display?
Questions unanswered.
Time lost and investments hindered.
Broken and mended,
With emotions on the fence.
I was never in love like that.
Nor have I ever,
Been that way since.
Weren't we once in love?
Questions unanswered.
Or was that just another game to play?
Questions unanswered.
Weren't we once there for one another?
Questions unanswered.
Or was that just for public display?
Questions unanswered,
And...
Suspicions,
In the way!
Can't get off the fence,
With suspicions in the way.
Can't get off the fence,
With suspicions in the way.
Can't get off the fence,
With suspicions in the way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hey, Cinderella
I got the part!
I’m feeling fine!
No more for me
the Chorus line.
The hardest part
Was that audition
Wait for call backs-
That’s tradition.
I got the part!
No more must I
Dance with some
foot stomping guy.
I’ll play step mother
With such malice
I’ll wow the Prince.
I’ll play the Palace.
I got the part!
I’m feeling fine!
Now Daddy help me
Learn my lines.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Where Can It Go
(robert palmer)
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part oh oh
A searching love
Is a precious thing
Easy to spoil
And so hard to give in to
The blame is shared
When we meet half way
Desire is real
Its a path to be taken
Even sleep can turn cruel
When your hearts confused
Whether we spend our lives together
Or we never see each other again
Ill always celebrate
The times that we both knew
Baby your love is here
Is mine with you?
In the deep of our eyes
We just wait to be taken
Sometimes weve been mistreated
By the love we gave
Honey were not pretenders
We both know life isnt only a game
Ill always celebrate the times that we both know
Baby your love is here
Where can it go?
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part
When love comes in
And takes your heart
Just let it go
And play your part oh oh
When love comes in and takes your heart
Let it go and play your part
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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If There Was Forever
What would life be like
If the promises of forever
Like time or existence
Outlived our spoken words.
With the parrots we marry
We will live for eternity
The quarrels and arguments
Which are often silly
Will become part of us.
Those married to hyenas
Must get used to their appetites
Or take that to be the norm.
Food will always be ready
It’s good if she’s greedy!
Those tied to cats
Will have to pamper them
They’ll be shopping daily
And who can ask for more?
Men like shopping after all!
Its good there’s no forever
Because if there was
It will be torment after
Torment, fight after fight.
God is certainly a man!
poem by Kelvin Karani
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Constantly
All day Im walking in a dream
I think about you constantly
Just like an ever flowing stream
Your memory haunts me constantly
Shadows fall and I try to drive you from my mind
So youre no longer near to me
But my heart sees you there with me
Every sunset you share with me
The rain that patterns throu the tree reminds
Me of you constantly
Your name is whispered by the breeze and love birds
Bring your song to me
Just as same as each star keeps burning
In the sky your flame will stay a flame in me
A flame that burns so bright
Not only throu the night
But constantly
Thro we may be_apart
Youre constantly deep in my heart
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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What Now?
now the questions are asking you
what now? quo vadis?
where to? what for?
why?
yes, why above all.
the questions are asking you
and you must answer with the very same questions to the questions
you beg, and they beg too
the answer to the questions
but you have no answers really
you have learned the art of wisdom
its own ways
its own manners of not answering with answers
who knows? no one knows?
oh, ahh, i must start from where wisdow
was born
here i am and i know nothing....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Feel The Nectar Of A Sweet Cherry Tree
My thoughts are projected to an ancestral space,
In my whole being is an unanswered questions torment,
And from this slough of a life without direction,
To feel the nectar of a sweet cherry tree,
Its all the peace this spring could ever give me.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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