What we hear while we are asleep continues to resonate with us upon awakening.
quote by Henry Reed
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Resonate You?
Resonate You within me?
His words resonate sounds as well sayings?
His writings resonate for me?
bombs exploded in beautiful love!
My lyrics resonate for you also?
Or silence in my paper is silence in your soul?
Do not tell me that
Or silence instead on my words.
poem by Mirna Morgan
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True Pain
The darkness overwhelms my soul
with a power so great you could never know
tell me why was i chosen,
chosen to bare this gift
this ultimate curse
you look at me, and what do you see
nothing, and that's whats hurt
i feel the flesh on my body being burnt
ohh the pain yea the pain
so great so marvelous
pain you could never know
what i live through every day
forever stuck in the dark
forever in pain
all when you're asleep
i gaze in your eyes too take your life
cause you get to sleep and i don't
i hear your voices as you complain
about every petty thing
but i don't so you don't hear me
and then you fall asleep
and feel good
whiles the battle in my mind continues
i have prayed for better days and have wandered
if the any as i walk through the dark
i am he
he is me
I AM PAIN...
poem by Robert Roberts
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Sunblush
Behind the backdropp of an enormous horizon,
The sun as her umbrella
She dances, swaying about with the wind,
Moving about, her shadow now playing catch up
She resonates but with no sound.
At a distance you can see her smiling.
Unaware of you, she continues on.
You sense her ecstatic joy, her freedom, she draws you in
That tingle on your skin, is it the warmth of the sun,
Or is it her starting to resonate within your soul.
Still unaware of you, this daughter of Eve continues,
Lost in dance with the sun, swirling with balance and charm, so very graceful
You want to draw near, take her by the hand, join the bliss,
But shyly all you can do is to look up,
Stare into the sun, your eyes blinking and he seems to blush.
You yearn to take her into your arms, but today it's the sun's dance.
Today he is her partner
poem by Eric Von Rohr
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Awakening Means....
awakening means....
i can hear you!
i can see you!
i can taste you!
i can feel you!
i breathe in our suffering,
i breathe out our freedom.
awakening means...
no need for a name!
no need for possessions.
no need to conquer!
no need to convert!
i breathe in our humanity,
i breathe out our equality.
awakening means....
i cannot help but care!
i am already involved.
i am immersed and drenched.
i have countless forms.
i breathe in our common labor,
i breathe out our sacred journey.
awakening means...
the journey is the destination.
we are the journey.
we are the destination!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Blanket Of Fear
I am awake under this blanket of fear
and i must say
none of the people i see belong here
now everyone's asleep
I am awake and I am dreaming
I believe it's time for a rude awakening
HOLD ON TO YOUR DREAMS
BECAUSE YOUR NIGHTMARES
MIGHT SEEM LIKE THEY'RE YOUR REALITY
I believe
the only thing we have to fear is fear itself
and the man behind the curtain
I heard him say
"Dreamers have become an endangered species,
and i am aware of the rude awakening"
I'm falling in my dream
I finally hit the ground
because i can't keep my mind
from going into dark places
song performed by by Papa Roach
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When we fall asleep, we withdraw our awareness from its hypnotic fascination with physical sensation, thereby enabling us to listen with our now awakening sixth sense.
quote by Henry Reed
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Myths and Legends
Some people are saying...
They are afraid one day to wake up,
And not see an America they recognize!
Perhaps they do not realize this...
But they have been asleep for a very long time.
And an awakening occurring tomorrow,
For a return to yesterday...
Is not a recommendation.
Not for those already fantasized,
By myths and legends!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Awakening
'The Awakening'
By
Charles L. East
There comes…
at times…
an insidious awakening
that stirs my soul to memories,
so faint,
intangible,
of past strife and death
…and life…
of glories faded, buried,
as though they never were.
Yet…
I hear the distant drums of war
and the heralding trumpet's muted voices,
and dimly see
a legion of shimmering golden helmets…
their plumes dancing in Sparta's wind.
I feel the blistering sting of cold salt spray
as I behold the failing sun slip quietly
beneath an unforgiving sea.
My life's blood absorbed by the warm sands
of Rome's coliseum…
I am aware
of the fragrance of the Earth
in Flanders field.
There comes…
at times…
an insidious awakening.
poem by Charles L. East
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Last Words Unheard
Did my grandfather think his last words would
be spoken to the leaves?
That Ave Maria would echo in the church
And stand as his final say?
Would anyone be around to hear
My last words?
Hear me say, as I lay dying
That it was a miracle that I lived
And it shall be a miracle that I will die?
Or will a hymn resonate off the unflattering
Portrait that sits atop my casket
And serve as my last words
Instead of the final defiant stanzas
Of one last poem
poem by C.S. Smith
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Insomnia Conquered?
Suffering from difficulty sleeping?
An inability to easily fall asleep?
Or even unable to fall asleep at all?
Or to remain asleep long enough?
Enough to feel adequately rested?
You might be suffering from insomnia?
Your problem might be dread insomnia
especially when this is a problem that
continues over chronic periods of time?
The cause of course is varied.
Common causes will include
stress, marital tension, depression,
over tired, caffeine, new employment,
financial difficulties, redundancies,
work place difficulties, bereavement,
and the killer, lost love, to name but a few.
Soap operas so often dismissed
as the opium of a bored populace
sometimes achieve a stupefying
numbing, or sleep-inducing effect
soap operas insomnia conquered?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Closer Reach For Me
A closer reach for me,
With you right there...
Leaves me,
More to savor.
A closer reach for me,
With you right there...
Brings a taste,
I flavor.
And I know,
A closer reach for me...
I can feel,
As if I'm not...
Asleep and dreaming,
With my head in the clouds...
To hear myself singing loudly.
A closer reach for me,
With you right there...
Leaves me,
More to savor...
As my favorite flavor.
Awakening to taste home alone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The World Still Spins
The world continues to spin,
It doesn't know where I've been,
Or where I'm going to go,
That, it doesn't need to know.
The world continues to spin,
As I continue to sin,
The places I'm going to see,
Places where I shouldn't even be.
The world continues to spin,
I feel like a washed up has been,
But isn't that what we all are,
For none of you are all that far.
The world continues to spin,
As I try to wash down the gin,
But it's all the same for death,
It always ends in one last breath.
poem by Hannah Eichenauer
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From End To End
Excuse me, but Ive got a request
Could you take the gag off of my mouth
I admit that Im fairly impressed
Cause youre the best at blocking me out
I believe that we werent quite done
I know its hard to hear me out again
I realize, youre not the only one
Whos terrified of life from end to end
Hey hey, can you hear anything I say
Im feeling unwanted, thats not what I wanted
And attention to me is something you refuse to pay
Cause I just cant believe the way that this
Continues to go on
I say I wish you didnt always think Im wrong
So tell me
Tell me what will it take to get this through your head
And tell me what will it take
Until you see things through from end to end
Excuse me, but isnt this the way
That things always turn into something good
Youve tried to ignore the things I say
But in the end you found you never could
Hey hey, can you hear anything I say
You search for the short-cut, you live life but for what
I love you and hope you will find the truth some day
Cause I just cant believe the way that this
Continues to go on
I say I wish you didnt always think Im wrong
So tell me
Tell me what will it take to get this through your head
And tell me what will it take
Until you see things through from end to end
So tell me
Tell me what will it take to get this through your head
And tell me what will it take
To get you on my good side again
And tell me what will it take
To get this through your head
And tell me what will it take
To forget what you knew
Just let him find you
And then youll see things through from end to end
song performed by by Relient K
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Process continues
All the eggs don’t hatch.
All the seeds don’t burst.
All the loves don’t spark.
Yet the process continues.
All the chicks don’t live.
All the sprouts don’t grow.
All the loves don’t bloom.
But the process continues.
Pest takes toll of the siblings.
Drought takes the toll of the seedlings.
Fate stalls many loves in making.
Still the process continues.
The process spurts the hope.
The process spurs the heart.
The process thrills the senses.
Evolution, thus, continues.
03.10.2000, Pkmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Republic of dreams
Dreams exist when you are awake
Dreams donnot exist when your asleep
everyone wants to be free and happy, doesn't he?
You are in and out of republic of dreams, aren't you?
Dreams donnot exist when you are asleep
Dreams are awake when you are awakening, aren't they?
Explorations: XX
'green leaves turn yellow'
life's course defined
once again!
your love
weaves flowing silk
i drape in
each awakening
a resurrection; each morning
an awakening
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Great To Hear (For Tara)
It is always great to hear from dear friends
ones who have been noted for their absence.
Great to hear of their awakening,
rejuvenating their spirit to sing again
with words that fly on spirited wings.
Oh, yes it’s great to hear
from old and dear friends again.
10 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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You Are Great
Sweet lady day…
On my mind you stay…
My intimate whispers, resonate within…
Your spirit…
For days after…
O' how GOD must…trust mankind…
To let mankind share in this gift known as…
Woman…Truly a gift from God…
Woman- imagine Adam and Eve…?
Not making love…I just can't…
To touch woman…before and after…
Is just a thrill…to real…
An awakening…toward her beauty…And sensitivity…
Her self-respect…
It all pulls at man…
He knows you are queen…his queen…
The gift…his gift…
The woman…his woman…
And he will never forget…
Never…that you have a mind of your own…
Which enhance many things…
Like him in your dreams…
A smile from within…that is such a thrill…
Which brings about a warm chill…
An a after…smile…
Which last all day…
Whisperkwane@gmail.
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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You look at the whole Human Rights questions, I happened to be there at just the right time when the country was awakening - this goes to the first question you asked - the whole country was awakening to a hundred years of injustice that hadn't been resolved yet.
quote by Birch Bayh
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Why There's No Peace
Too many people are half asleep.
With one eye closed,
And the other that peeks.
When they are alone,
They hear a door that creaks.
And maybe to their feet,
They just might leap!
Where is that peace,
We've been praying to believe in?
And where do gossipers at night go?
The ones who claim to see,
Everything from their windows?
Too many people are half asleep.
With one eye closed,
And the other that peeks.
When they are alone,
They hear a door that creaks.
And maybe to their feet,
They just might leap!
Nobody's feeling safe behind doors anymore.
And those who snore loudly,
Are told they bore!
Where is that peace,
We've been praying to believe in?
Too many people are half asleep.
Where is that peace,
We've been praying to believe in?
Too many people are half asleep.
And where do gossipers at night go?
The ones who claim to see,
Everything from their windows?
Nobody's feeling safe behind doors anymore.
And those who snore loudly,
Are told they bore!
Too many people are half asleep.
And bored with each other,
That is why there's no peace!
Too many people are half asleep.
And bored with each other,
That is why there's no peace!
Too many people are half asleep.
Too many people are half asleep.
And bored with each other,
That is why there's no peace!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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