I go the way that Providence dictates with the assurance of a sleepwalker.
quote by Adolf Hitler
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Sleepwalker
Maybe I could be the one they adore
That could be my reputation
Its where Im from that lets them think Im a whore
Im an educated virgin
Sleepwalker, dont be shy
Now dont open your eyes tonight
Youll be the one that defends my life
While Im dead asleep dreamin
Cupid, dont draw back your bow
Sam cooke didnt know what I know
Ill never be your valentine
The sleepwalker in me
And God only know that Ive tried
Let me in, let me drown or learn how to swim
Just dont leave me at the window
I could be the one to be your next best friend
You may need someone to hold you
Sleepwalker, take this knife
You may see someone tonight
Youd be the one that saves my life
When Im dead asleep dreamin
Cupid, dont draw back your bow
Sam cooke didnt know what I know
Ill never be your valentine
The sleepwalker in me
And God only know that Ive tried
Im in your movie and everyone looks sad
But I can hear you, your voice, the laughtrack
But you never saw my best scene
The one where I sleep
Sleepwalk into your dreams
Now, sleepwalker, whats my line
Its only a matter of time
Until I learn to open up my eyes
When Im dead asleep dreamin
Cupid, dont draw back your bow
Sam cooke didnt know what I know
Ill never be your valentine
The sleepwalker in me
Now, the sleepwalker in me
Now, the sleepwalker in me
And God only know that Ive tried
song performed by by Wallflowers
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Sleepwalker
Maybe I could be the one they adore
That could be my reputation
Its where Im from that lets them think Im a whore
Im an educated virgin
Sleepwalker, dont be shy
Now dont open your eyes tonight
Youll be the one that defends my life
While Im dead asleep dreamin
Cupid, dont draw back your bow
Sam cooke didnt know what I know
Ill never be your valentine
The sleepwalker in me
And God only know that Ive tried
Let me in, let me drown or learn how to swim
Just dont leave me at the window
I could be the one to be your next best friend
You may need someone to hold you
Sleepwalker, take this knife
You may see someone tonight
Youd be the one that saves my life
When Im dead asleep dreamin
Cupid, dont draw back your bow
Sam cooke didnt know what I know
Ill never be your valentine
The sleepwalker in me
And God only know that Ive tried
Im in your movie and everyone looks sad
But I can hear you, your voice, the laughtrack
But you never saw my best scene
The one where I sleep
Sleepwalk into your dreams
Now, sleepwalker, whats my line
Its only a matter of time
Until I learn to open up my eyes
When Im dead asleep dreamin
Cupid, dont draw back your bow
Sam cooke didnt know what I know
Ill never be your valentine
The sleepwalker in me
Now, the sleepwalker in me
Now, the sleepwalker in me
And God only know that Ive tried
song performed by by Wallflowers
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Hand Of Providence
Michael w. smith
Providence, providence
See it laying down the cornerstone
The hand of providence - its evident
For we could never make it on our own
Apportioning the power
Weighing all that it entails
Giving us the fulcrum
And a balance to the scales
Chorus:
Oh, the hand of providence
Is guiding us through choices that we make
Oh, the hand of providence
Is reaching out to help us on our way
Providence, ever since
Any thesis ever entered man
The hand of providence
Has been our best defense
Tho his ways are sometimes hard to understand
From the dying of a heartbeat
To another soul reborn
From in between and circling
Our thoughts of love and war
Chorus
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Sleepwalker
Evrybody got problems, buddy. I got mine.
When midnight comes around, I start to lose my mind.
When the sun puts out the light,
I join the creatures of the night,
Oh yeah.
Im a sleepwalker.
Im a night stalker.
Im a street walker.
Im a night hawker.
Evrybody got secrets that they wanna hide.
When midnight comes along, I take a look inside.
Dont go talkin in your sleep:
I might come in for a peep,
Oh yeah.
Im a sleepwalker.
Im a night stalker.
When evrybodys fast asleep, I start to creep.
Through the shadows of the moonlight, I walk my beat.
Better close your window tight:
I might come in for a bite,
Oh yeah.
When the night time comes, I start to creep.
I prowl around when youre fast asleep.
I walk around on my tippy toes,
And I get into places that nobody knows.
Im always around if you wanna meet.
You can find me on almost evry street.
Youll always get me on the telephone.
Ill even come to your home if youre ever alone.
Im a sleepwalker.
Im a night stalker.
Im a street walker.
Im a night hawker.
(repeat)
song performed by by Kinks
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Poem to Poetry
Poetry,
you are an electric,
a magic, field--like the space
between a sleepwalker's outheld arms!
poem by Bill Knott
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I Will Surely Lie
Destiny dictates us who to meet in life,
but it's only the heart that will decide
who will really stay in this heart and mind
and if ever destiny dictates me to live without you
I will surely lie...not because of destiny,
...but my own free will
poem by Cynthia Aluning
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The longer I live, the more faith I have in Providence, and the less faith in my interpretation of Providence.
quote by Jeremiah Day
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from Goethe on Boldness (for poets and others
How many noble schemes from goodwill's heart,
how many splendid plans and fine ideas
have foundered, lost their glorious craft and art
through hesitancy born of baseless fears?
We do not see the moment as divine,
thinking that those plans are somehow 'ours';
forgetting, too, that Providence sublime
yields timeless good through time in human hours:
the task begun, this heavenly Providence
begins to move; bestows her love's support
with means, events, beyond coincidence;
assistance past all dreams of human thought -
be bold! and trust in Providence above:
she brings to earth God's magic; power; and love.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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0030 Boldness Be My Friend - from Goethe
How many noble schemes from goodwill's heart,
how many splendid plans and fine ideas
have foundered, lost their glorious craft and art
through hesitancy born of baseless fears?
We do not see the moment as divine,
thinking that those plans are somehow 'ours';
forgetting, too, that Providence sublime
yields timeless good through time in human hours:
the task begun, this heavenly Providence
begins to move; bestows her love's support
with means, events, beyond coincidence;
assistance past all dreams of human thought -
be bold! and trust in Providence above:
she brings to earth God's magic; power; and love.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Don't Be Like The Others
Break- ups are rife
Break-downs are on the rise
Things are beyond comprehension
The situation is creating apprehension
With little real reprehension
We have come from far
How far will we go?
In light of this confusion
Confronted by this social contagion
One ponder over this plausible questions
Is there anything called love?
Am I going to be the next?
Are we going to survive?
I have cause to be concerned
I can neither stand rejection
Nor endure dejection
Thus my passionate plea
My pretty pet
Give me the assurance
That assurance, my insurance
You cannot be like the others.
Don't be like the others
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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The design of God was much otherwise. He gave this and the Prophecies of the Old Testament, not to gratify mens curiosities by enabling them to foreknow things, but that after they were fulfilled they might be interpreted by the event, and his own Providence, not the Interpreters, be then manifested thereby to the world. For the event of things predicted many ages before will then be a convincing argument that the world is governed by Providence.
quote by Isaac Newton
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Lord Let Me Live
Lord, let me live, that more and more
Your wonder world I may adore;
With every dawn to grow and grow
Alive to graciousness aglow;
And every eve in beauty see
Reason for rhapsody.
Lord, let me bide, that I may prove
The buoyant brightness of my love
For sapphire sea and lyric sky
And buttercup and butterfly;
And glory in the golden thought
Of rapture You have wrought.
Lord, let me linger, just for this,--
To win to utterness of bliss;
To see in every dawn design
Proof of Your Providence divine;
With night to find ablaze above,
Assurance of Your love.
Lord, for Your praise my days prolong,
That I may sing in sunny sort,
And prove with my exultant song
The longest life is all to short:
Aye, even in a bead of dew
To shrine in beauty--YOU.
poem by Robert William Service
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The old road
The old road
~
The old road
we no longer walk
as necessity dictates
leads nowhere now
at least not for us
its a journey-less route
offering little memories
that we have now left behind
a newer road, a different route
leads the journey ahead
ready and waiting for us
to leave new memories
revisit as often as we like
on our daily journeys
the old road is bypassed
no longer walked
and thought of only
as necessity dictates
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Don't Let My Confidence Offend
Please,
Don't let my confidence offend.
I did not always place my steps,
With such self assurance.
And when I first met my own arrogance,
Even I became overwhelmed...
With the flaunting of it.
My experiences and indifferences from others,
Witnessed.
Did this to me.
And when I discovered my own identity,
Well...
People were quick to abandon my honesty.
And so difficult it was for me to let them go.
Please,
Don't let my confidence offend.
I did not always place my steps,
With such self assurance.
And when I first met my own arrogance,
Even I became overwhelmed...
With the flaunting of it.
However...
Becoming use to it I've done.
You don't have to.
And this I completely understand if you don't.
But compensating where I am for you?
To show it can be done at your satisfaction?
Is not going to happen. Period. With no explanation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My fears
Sometimes I am fearful to follow my own dreams
And I have fears that I may cease to be
Because I fear to speak
I am fearful when I see
People substituting fear for reason
And I am more fearful when
I see people fearing to think
I have a preference to have assurance
That my fear will never arise
But I believe that I do not have assurance
That my fear will never arise
And I am not very well prepared to face on this
But I will never love ignorance,
I will never be a liar,
I will never fear to love people around,
And I will never fear of myself
Just because I know me.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Whodunnit?
Providence? It's 'What the Butler Saw' -
and ever sees, and ever shall have seen:
the One who knows what's needed long before,
and sees that it's delivered at the scene;
prepares it for the feast of human life;
presents it in due style at this repast;
then, in the festive moment, stands aloof,
invisible to him who plays the host;
sees that new dishes come, and plates removed
- fleet opportunities that come and go;
unseen- unless His presence sought and proved;
unspeaking, silent - unless spoken to.
Whodunnit? why, the butler, since you ask,
named Providence: God's world, and Word, and task.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Essentialness
Subjected to the essentialness of things.
There is a mood that dictates,
The essentialness of things.
When the importance of 'it' is given...
And how much of a priority is placed.
But should we wait in debate,
To enhance an effectiveness?
Or chase it with impatience,
If there is a mood that dictates.
Subjected to the essentialness of things.
And when it comes...
It brings its own taste!
A certainty not to go to waste.
And maybe subject to change!
Replacing what has been debated.
Subjected to the essentialness of things.
Like something one has eaten...
Does not meet a later craving,
One had envisioned to devour...
And let satiate without it becoming sour.
Subjected to the essentialness of things.
When discussed in the hour,
Of exchange.
Or at a later date.
Arriving when it does...
And not considered to be late!
To deliver an anticipated freshness.
Subjected to the essentialness of things.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Peace is what remains
Peace is what remains
After the warriors are exhausted:
Therefore peace is born in flames and fumes?
Amidst torn bodies?
Amidst an arm here, a foot there?
Is that the genesis of Peace?
Our rationality, the ship of our rationality
Can travel green tempests.
It fails yet oftentimes
To course on the flat sea-breast
We humans are forced to Peace
And therefore say that we love Peace:
We love what we are forced to
Or because
Our biology so dictates:
For when biology dictates the fumes of war
Very little rationality remains
In the time-glass of the brain
And Peace becomes a wish, a sigh, a word.
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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The circle dictates the tapestry of Fates imagination.
The circle dictates the tapestry of Fates imagination.
As dreams of destiny bestow upon the beholder
A knowledge of knowing that remains fresh as flesh grows older.
It is the conscience of the human heart that dictates to the soul a
Sense of guilt. All for what? The world which we have built.
The world for which we strived so long.
In times long since past the human heart and reason
Were one in the same, the Earth would shakes and the
People mutter ‘We have displeased our Earthen mother.’
Each soul a circle, the Universe a sheet of white,
Each soul kept sane is linked up tight within the
Pleasure of the companionship they treasure.
Take it at your leisure. Keep safe your saving graces.
poem by David Lacey
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A man who dictates separates himself from others.