That we are not much sicker and much madder than we are is due exclusively to that most blessed and blessing of all natural graces, sleep.
quote by Aldous Huxley
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Sleep Oh Blessed Sleep
Sleep oh blessed sleep,
the place where I can dream,
of all that I do need
my energy to keep.
Sleep oh blessed sleep,
The place of future hope,
in places far away,
and love for me to keep
Sleep oh blessed sleep
Lull me with your content,
Keep me ever safe my
souls sanity to keep.
Sleep oh blessed sleep,
Let me emerge at morn,
With clearer thought and mind,
with no more need to weep
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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Sleep oh Blessed Sleep
Sleep oh blessed sleep,
the place where I can dream,
of all that I do need
my energy to keep.
Sleep oh blessed sleep,
The place of future hope,
in places far away,
and love for me to keep
Sleep oh blessed sleep
Lull me with your content,
Keep me ever safe my
souls sanity to keep.
Sleep oh blessed sleep,
Let me emerge at morn,
With clearer thought and mind,
with no more need to weep
poem by Susan Alldred Lugton
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Blessed Be Your Name - Hillsong
Blessed be Your name,
In the land that is plentiful.
Where Your streams of abundance flow,
Blessed be Your name.
Blessed be Your name,
When I'm found in the desert place.
When I walk through the wilderness,
Blessed be Your name.
Every blessing You pour out,
I'll turn back to praise.
When the darkness closes in,
Lord, still, I will say:
(Chorus)
Blessed be the name of the Lord,
Blessed be Your name.
Blessed be the name of the Lord,
Blessed be Your glorious name.
Blessed be Your name,
When the sun's shining down on me.
When the world's all as it should be,
Blessed be Your name.
Blessed be Your name,
On the road marked with suffering.
When there's pain in the offering,
Blessed be Your name.
Every blessing You pour out,
I'll turn back to praise.
When the darkness closes in,
Lord, still, I will say:
(Chorus) x 2
You give and take away,
You give and take away.
My heart will choose to say,
Lord, blessed be Your name. x 2
(Chorus) x 2
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Exclusively Aloof
You dip in your evils.
While others choose to sneak,
On those who sleep.
You dip in your evils.
While others choose to sneak,
On those who sleep.
There are sneaks and evil people...
Creeping up on people.
But I find that I am,
Exclusively elusive.
And I find that I can be exclusively aloof.
Yes I find that I can be exclusively elusive,
Caring less I'm in the loop.
As you and other people,
Can choose those things you do.
You dip in your evils.
While others choose to sneak,
On those who sleep.
But I find that I am,
Exclusively elusive.
And I find that I can be exclusively aloof.
Caring less I'm in the loop.
As you and other people,
Can choose those things you do.
There are sneaks and evil people.
Creeping up on people.
And I find that I can be exclusively aloof.
Caring less I'm in the loop.
As you and other people,
Can choose those things you do.
Yes I find that I can be exclusively elusive,
And I find that I can be exclusively aloof.
Caring less I'm in the loop.
As you and other people,
Can choose those things you do.
You dip in your evils.
And I find that I am exclusively aloof.
Others creep on people.
Yet I find that I can be exclusively elusive,
Caring less I'm in the loop.
As you and other people,
Choose that what you do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dedicated to ppl who dont sleep
Sleep, sleep, sleep
It’s magnificent and nice,
With dreams beyond wonder,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Eyes tightly closed,
A little smile on you r cheeks,
Feeling the ambiance
Of the pure and precious sleep,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Forgetting insane things of the mixed world outside
Relax my dear, feel the gentle breeze,
Do not worry about tomorrow, do not weep,
Wake up fresh in the morning with a recuperate mind,
Fresh and blessed with a wonderful sleep,
SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP!
poem by Tejaswini Iyer
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How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
quote by Bram Stoker
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Get Busy
D-dig (x3)
D-dig y'all
(repeat)
What I am
what I am getting older
what I need is a man by my shoulder
what I am
what you are
alright I'm sick of your lying there
Look at me
look at me growing colder
everyday
I get a little bolder
what I am
what you are
allright I'm sick of your lying there
And when you lie there
why must I lie there
(repeat)
(repeat D-Dig)
Why am I
why am I feeling stronger
now the days
and the nights getting longer
what I am
what you are
allright I'm sick of your lying there
And when you lie there
why must I lie there
(repeat x4)
Get on the microphone surround with truth
But I try to survive in a whore's dress
something I'm getting out there keeps me god-blessed
my mother told me
priest just told me
too fast and you'll spend your whole life paying out
my brother's getting sicker sicker
while my pretty sister sits there
bitchin about her figure
time to move and get away
get away and open up to your freedom today
And when you lie there
why must I lie there
(repeat X10)
D-Dig y'all
song performed by by Guano Apes from Proud Like A God
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Sleep! Sleep! Sleep!
SLEEP
Sleep, sleep, sleep
It’s magnificent and nice,
With dreams beyond wonder,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Eyes tightly closed,
A little smile on you r cheeks,
Feeling the warm sensations
Of the pure and precious sleep,
Sleep! sleep! sleep!
Sleep, sleep, sleep
Forgetting insane things of the mixed world outside
Relax my little one, feel the gentle breeze,
Do not worry about tomorrow, do not weep,
Wake up fresh in the morn with a recuperated mind,
Fresh and blessed with a wonderful sleep,
SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP!
JERINE JAMES (3RD JULY 07)
poem by Jerine James
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Truth is a Flower
Doubt may crack from deletions of war,
Such that delusions mutter slowly
Making the populace to be mad
And then madder
And madder than that.
Truth is a different job and career,
For you who has guilt in the work.
Mud and wild flowers can be swallowed
In a mouthful by the liars.
They are all mad liars, that much.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Once I Was
Once
you clapped
for me.
Now
you clap
for another.
Once
I was
your luck.
Now
your luck
is gone.
Now
your luck
is lost.
Once
I was your
Blessing.
Now
your blessing
is gone.
Now
your blessing
is lost.
Once
a blessing
in disguise.
Now
a blessing
denied.
Soon
your blessing
is leaving.
Soon
a blessing
in departure.
Soon
a blessing
no more.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The heart of our relationship, this natural environment that has blessed us really all along the west coast of North America, on both sides of the border we've realized that this incredible natural wealth comes with a price.
quote by Dan Miller
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I don't think that a mutual fund that invests exclusively in biotech start-ups or invests exclusively in companies in Thailand offers any great safety or diversification.
quote by Ron Chernow
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Trinity Of Carnatic Music 2-Muthuswamy Dhikshitar
Blessed Yogi when blessed
Blessed was your cognizant mastery
To be blessed from the sacred depths
Devi Ganga to treasure you with Rama-Veena
Blessed later when the Lord of Tiruttani
Blessed was 'you' with your vibhakti kritis
To be blessed from the heavenly treasury
'GuruGuha' to treasure you in bouffant compendium
Blessed your sanskrit lexicon when blessed
Blessed Navavarna kritis blossomed in stacks
To be blessed then planetary nine in seven talas
Extended seventy two Kartas issuing varieties aplenty
Blessed your peripatetic journey when blessed
Blessed Amrithavarshini pattered driving drought
To be blessed you then to sing to Madurai Meenakshi
'Meenalochani Pasamochani'to board you of Her abode
Blessed scholar with blessed knowledge
Blessed verbarian, blessed musician
To be blessed is we O'Guru, by your soul
Devis and deities from your resort of music
poem by Indira Renganathan
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The Sleep
The sleep is natural to many
But it denies itself to so many
Sleep is calmness within
When ego rests in The Self
Sleep pervades into
Inner recesses of consciousness
And the awareness recedes
The sleep is silence
To happenings
Within and without of the body
Conscious but unaware
The sleep is the experience of the Self
And The Self is the sleep’s seer
Guide and terminator
The sleep is cessation of
Mental activities within
And is free from interference of self-consciousness
Is tonic to mental ailments and malfunctions
The sleep is the bliss, the peace
And the tranquility of mind
poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam
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I Wanted To Write A Poem For My Children
I WANTED TO WRITE A POEM FOR MY CHILDREN
I wanted to write a poem for my children
And tell them how much I love them
And care for them
And how much goodness and blessing
They have given me
And how grateful I am to them
And how much I love them
And how I worry for them
And pray to God
To help them have lives of goodness and blessing
I wanted to write a poem for my children
So that if and when I am not here
They will have the thought and memory of me
In such a way as to strengthen themselves
I want to help my children
In my death as in my life
I do not know if that is possible
I will hurt them by dying
I may hurt them worse by being sick for a long time
I pray to God
They will be alright without me
I pray to God
They will have families of their own
I pray to God they will have lives of goodness and blessing
And love their children and be blessed by them
As I have been loved and blessed by mine.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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For a man who has done his natural duty, death is as natural as sleep.
quote by George Santayana
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The Pleasure Of One's Company
Often does not come soon enough,
When someone or something is wished...
With a missing of it had,
That drives one madder than a kid who nags.
The pleasure of one's company,
Wanted and felt needed bad.
Is like a 'hit' of a quick fix that soothes.
And all is well until the groove of it cools.
Often does not come soon enough,
When someone or something is wished...
With a missing of it had,
That drives one madder than a kid who nags.
And inside that nagging impatient kid,
Never seems to grow...
When that yearning churns with nowhere to go,
Until what is desired appears.
To immediately ease the burning of anticipation.
'Where have you been?
It seems as if you were gone forever.'
~It was only twenty minutes ago,
I told you I was coming right back.~
'I really,
Really enjoy being with you.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All-Saints' Day (1867)
Blessed are they whose baby-souls are bright,
Whose brows are sealèd with the cross of light,
Whom God Himself has deign'd to robe in white—
Blessed are they!
Blessed are they who follow through the wild
His sacred footprints, as a little child;
Who strive to keep their garments undefiled—
Blessed are they!
Blessed are they who commune with the Christ,
Midst holy angels, at the Eucharist—
Who aye seek sunlight through the rain and mist—
Blessed are they!
Blessed are they—the strong in faith and grace—
Who humbly fill their own appointed place;
They who with steadfast patience run the race—
Blessed are they!
Blessed are they who suffer and endure—
They who through thorns and briars walk safe and sure;
Gold in the fire made beautiful and pure!—
Blessed are they!
Blessed are they on whom the angels wait,
To keep them facing the celestial gate,
To help them keep their vows inviolate—
Blessed are they!
Blessed are they to whom, at dead of night,—
In work, in prayer—though veiled from mortal sight,
The great King's messengers bring love and light—
Blessed are they!
Blessed are they whose labours only cease
When God decrees the quiet, sweet release;
Who lie down calmly in the sleep of peace—
Blessed are they!
Whose dust is angel-guarded, where the flowers
And soft moss cover it, in this earth of ours;
Whose souls are roaming in celestial bowers—
Blessed are they!
Blessed are they—our precious ones—who trod
A pathway for us o'er the rock-strewn sod.
How are they number'd with the saints of God!
Blessed are they!
Blessed are they, elected to sit down
With Christ, in that day of supreme renown,
When His own Bride shall wear her bridal crown—
Blessed are they!
poem by Ada Cambridge
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The Birth of Spring (Constanza)
April graces us with showers,
As cold snows melt, their wintry scene
Is changed to many shades of green.
From tender shoots, soon, Spring flowers.
Apollo's face is golden fair....
The scent of spring is in the air.
As blossoms float down from bowers
When gusts of April breezes blow,
They spread below like golden snow.
I delight and watch for hours,
For truly at this time of year
I feel God's presence dwelling here.
Blessed and touched by divine powers.
The joy of springtime here on Earth
Is felt with every flower's birth.
April graces us with showers,
From tender shoots, soon, Spring flowers.
As blossoms float down from bowers
I delight and watch for hours,
Blessed and touched by divine powers.
poem by Connie Marcum Wong
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My heavenly Father
My heavenly Father, I just want to thank you.
As the sunrise to proclaim the dawning of another day,
I lift my humble cry heavenward to you.
God, I thank you for blessing me in an unimaginable way.
My heavenly Father, I just want to thank you.
In spite of my many sins and numerous transgressions,
I must realize that I am blessed by you.
Through them, You taught me some valuable lessons.
My heavenly Father, I just want to thank you.
As the sunshine cascade down upon my awakening frame,
I just want to thank you, my heavenly Father.
One more day, I can rise to sing praises to your Name.
My heavenly Father, I just want to thank you.
I am divinely blessed to be in the land of the living.
I truly thank you, my heavenly Father.
I am blessed to be alive because my sins are forgiven.
poem by Reginald Walker
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