We must go beyond textbooks, go out into the bypaths and untrodden depths of the wilderness and travel and explore and tell the world the glories of our journey.
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We must get beyond textbooks, go out into the bypaths... and tell the world the glories of our journey.
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You Do Not Walk Alone
you do not walk alone-for the lord is always with us.
you may travel a lonely dark road, and he is always there to guide you.
when we travel a path full of hatred and fear.
' he is always near'.
when we travel the highways and the skys above
' he is there with his love'.
when you find yourself falling and stumbling to the ground.
'turn and look around'.
he is there every step of the way-guiding and showing
us the light of day.
don't ever give up on the journey you take
for your journey may be thousands of steps
till you reach that goal-it's a wonder to behold.
the journey that i speak of-although you may not see.
is the heavenly journey' to eternity'.
poem by Louis Rams
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Marvellous Travel
I travel with my eyes,
Watching those silently cry,
Asking themselves the question why,
Someone left them without saying goodbye;
I travel with my thoughts,
I travel with my pen;
To write about children, women and men;
I travel with my voice,
I travel with my hope,
That something new, would spring into my horoscope,
Whether in Asia, America or Europe,
There'll always be something interesting to scope;
I travel to many different places,
Mix with many races,
Identify tribesmen by their faces,
And little girls by their laces,
I travel without money,
So, please listen to my testimony,
The good, the bad and even the ugly,
Every experience is worth life's journey,
For I'll always be marvelled,
When ever I travel.
poem by Joshua Fernandez
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The Travelerz
I travel with my eyes,
Watching those silently cry,
Asking themselves the question
why,
Someone left them without
saying goodbye;
I travel with my thoughts,
I travel with my pen;
To write about children, women
and men;
I travel with my voice,
I travel with my hope,
That something new, would
spring into my horoscope,
Whether in Asia, America or
Europe,
There'll always be something
interesting to scope;
I travel to many different places,
Mix with many races,
Identify tribesmen by their faces,
And little girls by their laces,
I travel without money,
So, please listen to my testimony,
The good, the bad and even the
ugly,
Every experience is worth life's
journey,
For I'll always be marvelled,
When ever I travel.
poem by Akingbehin Daniel Murphy
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The Journey without shortcuts
The Journey traveled without shortcuts,
is a journey worth taking.
For there are no shortcuts,
to any place worth going.
The destination does not matter,
but the Journey to it does.
For at the destination,
you will not learn anything.
You will not accomplish much either.
On the Journey to it, however,
you learn many things,
and accomplish much.
On the Journey,
you learn. You learn that,
'We are not human beings on a spiritual journey,
but spiritual beings on a human journey.' (-my good friend Joe)
So travel hard,
and travel well.
Choose your companions wisely,
and leave everything behind.
Never look back,
always move forward.
For 'Yesterday is history,
and history is miles away.' (-Matthew West)
But never forget anything either,
learn all that you can,
and treasure the good times.
Then this Journey will be like no other.
This is the Journey,
of life.
Our life here on Earth,
so don't take shortcuts.
This Journey won't be easy,
but you have a guide.
The guide will never leave your side,
and he will carry you through the rough terrain.
He loves you more than you will ever know,
and he gave you this Journey,
so travel it while holding his hand.
You are not alone.
So again,
never look back,
but don't forget either,
and don't stop.
Don't take any shortcuts,
run the whole race.
You are not alone
on this Journey,
the Journey of life.
(13 Jan.2009)
poem by Melissa Wagner
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Doing The Best For You
You can blame it on the government,
The unions,
They use you all you life,
You can take system and make believe
It will be alright,
Theyve taken the spirit of your life,
And given you a machine.
No wonder you feel so hard done by
Chorus
Theyre doing the best for you,
Well thats what they say,
I know what youre going through.
You travel alone,
The journey is long,
With only a name,
In search of a song.
You can blame it on the catholics,
The jews,
The blacks,
And the whites.
You can take any doctrine and surely waste
Another life.
Any way that you want it to be,
By popular demand
Any way but the way it should be.
Chorus
Theyre doing the best for you,
Well thats what they say,
I know what youre going through.
You travel alone,
The journey is long,
With only a name,
In search of a home.
The world is ruled by science and money,
Thats all that exists.
How much longer must we live and die
For this.
Chorus
Doing the best for you,
Doing the best for you,
Doing the best for you.
You travel alone,
The journey is long,
From where do you come,
To where do you go.
song performed by by Kinks
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In The Wilderness Of Uncertainty
If I had a singular point to make,
From this one soul...
Coming face to face,
With a host of nameless expressions.
I would wish to appear fearless.
Travel as I wonder,
Which door to pick for a short visit.
Would I be embraced...
When my deepest thoughts are revealed,
Comfortably enough to retrace steps I've taken.
If I had a singular desire,
To inspire feelings of love...
I wish to share.
Would I recognize a caring there...
Communicating hope and faith.
And would that singular point I made,
Be accepted as an invitation...
To explore a togetherness,
In the wilderness of uncertainty...
Two free of doubt can journey.
Or will I be asked to leave,
To inspire no one to come with me...
In a search to uncover unconditional love.
Unrestricted...
By a consciousness confined to limits.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Journey isn't A Group Effort
Remember,
I should not be the feeder
That initiates your creativity.
I express from the depths of my heart.
I choose not to be the catalyst,
Of your 'originality'.
If you have aspirations,
To be innovative with 'that' to express
You must travel much deeper inside your self,
To reveal something as of yet explored.
And to do it means not to extend,
Upon that which has been developed
By one's own tears, blood and sweat.
If you have aspirations,
To be innovative with 'that' to express
You must travel much deeper inside your 'self',
To reveal something as of yet explored.
With an achieving of your own happiness to get!
Superficiality does not achieve what one expects.
You must travel much deeper inside your 'self'.
And that journey is not a group effort.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Cosmic Shaman...
I am the son of knowledge and wisdom,
I am son of the cosmic shaman,
My mystical soul begins it's eternal journey,
The journey to penetrate my inner self,
To journey the unknown darkness,
I seek the light to travel beyond imagination,
For I am surreal... Afraid to be real,
A desperate darkness living in pure light,
Blind and deaf seeking out the depths of my fear,
My eternal yearning screams evermore,
I am son of the Cosmic Shaman...
I seek answers... I seek rebirth... I seek eternity...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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1. I Wish I Was
I wish I was
In a town far, far away
Only for nights
To be with her
I would travel
Such great distance
Only for nights
To be with her
But the distance is great
And my legs so wary
I need help now
To show me the way
And that journey
Shall be so treacherous
But my days
Will feel so free
And my friends
Will be the fields
The long hedgerows
That point me the way
Oh to be there
By the sweet ocean
Tis my goal
To sit there and play
And in that town
I've heard it said
There such glories await
For he that goes
But I'll travel no more now
Til I get another drink
Something with ice
As black as ink
I'll be drunk today
And seldom sober
A handsome traveller
From town to town
And when I'm sick
And my days numbered
Come all you young men
Take my crown
poem by Casual Diamond
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The Film Of My Love
Co-starring you
And co-starring me
Starring us both together
The film of my love
Will travel the world
Forever and ever and ever
A back lot romance
A scripted affair
The screenplay a blessing from heaven
Were gone with the wind
On the orient express
To join the magnificent seven
The film of my love
Will travel the world
And travel the whole world over
The film of my love
Will travel the world
Over and over and over
The film of my love
Will travel the world
Over and over and over
Over and over and over again
Over and over and over
A close-up of yours
A long shot of mine
Superimposed together
Ill zoom in on you
With a love that is true
In cinemascope forever
A clapper board kiss
Theres an oscar in this
A hit or a miss whatever
A box office wedding
A premier for two
Well be on location forever
When pathe recall
The thrill of it all
Theyll edit us both together
A legend a classic
An epic of love
Captured on film forever
A lasting embrace
That time cant erase
Let them censor the wind
Or the weather
The film of my love
Will conquer the world
Forever and ever and ever
The film of my love
Will travel the world
And travel the whole world over
The film of my love
Will travel the world
Over and over and over
The film of my love
Will travel the world
Over and over and over
Over and over and over again
Over and over and over
Over and over and over
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Journay To The Centre Of Your Heart
Take me on a journey (1)
on a journey to the centre of your heart
let me make the journey
wanna journey to the centre of your heart
I wanna go, I wanna go
oh let me go, I wanna go
Baby wanna travel
wanna travel 'cross the borders of your mind
Baby wanna travel (2)
wanna travel 'cross the borders of your mind
I wanna go, please let me go
I wanna go, please let me go
Repeat (1)
Take me on a journey
on a journey to the bottom of your soul
take me on a journey
on a journey to the bottom of your soul
I wanna go, I wanna go
Oh let me go, oh let me go
Repeat (2)
Repeat (1)
song performed by by Donna Summer
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The Journey
the journey
i’m on a journey from within
like a shooting star in between,
could not make no catch though it had all began,
on my way towards a place so clean
sick and tired of the conditions ‘am living in,
swindling my mind
to find
the essence of the blind
side of the story; one of a kind.
in its remoteness but closeness
i could feel it within the heart beat of my wilderness
fulfilling the emptiness
and the loneliness,
animatedly gripping my attention towards
and nearer…
i could now feel the tiredness
through my veins
from the membrane under my skin
furrowing through my sensory nerves to the brain
as if i was electrified, journeying to some sort, so plain
gulling proudly in me, couldn’t feel no pain
for i am to blame
for the fame
of my main aim
to claim the chain
abruptly, back to my mind to think of the same blame
that i’ve been so possessed with.
the osmosis of such thoughts nearly battered me off
but somebody from within me,
whispered through my ear flap not to back off
but to strive for a better me….
like a movie script,
all that trailed were so conversant of the other
that i now see thyself as a true reflection of the shadow
that follows me,
whenever there is radiation from somewhere
and disappears in the dark like a night hawk
but that shadow is really me, and ‘am the shadow,
on the journey though the road too narrow
over reels and gullies,
and over hills and valleys
to see tomorrow
for i’m hopeful to reach there,
and survive through the bow and arrow.
but still, i got to free
my psyche from the mental dungeon
pleading with the i not to be a chained spirit,
hence i must be on a journey from within
like a shooting star in between
striving for a better me to pop-in
and those that been on a thinking spree
like me.
the journey,
continues, though i did not pocket any penny
and won’t be like many
of those that give up on a journey.
in its remoteness but closeness
i could feel its footsteps as if it were in the wilderness,
straight from my toe
to the foe
to explore
my mental galore
this, i call the journey from the core
to the deep end of the sore,
in my mental stream line
towards the baseline
of the rain-bowed sky line
and could now move towards the horizon
despite the radiating rays of the orion
to reach the finishing line of the truncheon
and the journey seemed endless but carry on
as reflected by the journey
on the journey!
ntema, o.p.
[email protected]
© 11.10.10
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Heart, Body, Soul
My heart yearns to be free,
My body to soar.
My soul to wander,
The world far beyond.
All the people to meet,
With the places to go.
I could travel the stars,
The world is my journey.
I shall go where I please,
I will do as I wish.
Noone dare stop me,
For then I will flee.
I wish to go,
To fly,
To love,
One day no more.
I'll get what I can,
From lifes tiny glore.
Happieness,
And freedom.
I'll travel till my death,
And in death I shall know.
While living I wondered,
So in death I will to.
For never again,
Will my heart remain.
And never again,
Shall my sould stay put.
poem by Brianna Wilshusen
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If a Tree could Wander
Oh, if a tree could wander
and move with foot and wings!
It would not suffer the axe blows
and not the pain of saws!
For would the sun not wander
away in every night ?
How could at ev'ry morning
the world be lighted up?
And if the ocean's water
would not rise to the sky,
How would the plants be quickened
by streams and gentle rain?
The drop that left its homeland,
the sea, and then returned ?
It found an oyster waiting
and grew into a pearl.
Did Yusaf not leave his father,
in grief and tears and despair?
Did he not, by such a journey,
gain kingdom and fortune wide?
Did not the Prophet travel
to far Medina, friend?
And there he found a new kingdom
and ruled a hundred lands.
You lack a foot to travel?
Then journey into yourself!
And like a mine of rubies
receive the sunbeams? print!
Out of yourself ? such a journey
will lead you to your self,
It leads to transformation
of dust into pure gold!
Quintessence
you should have known
this
quintessence
man is
always
a traveler
the journey
is this
untrodden
path of
dignified
solitude
this loneliness that
justifies
itself with
the sweetest of
all pains
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Journey To The Centre Of Your Heart
Take me on a journey
On a journey to the centre of you heart
Let me make the journey
Wanna journey to the centre of your heart
I wanna go, I wanna go
Oh let me go, I wanna go
Baby wanna travel
Wanna travel cross the borders of your mind
Baby wanna travel
Wanna travel cross the borders of your mind
I wanna go, please let me go
I wanna go, please let me go
Take me on a journey
On a journey to the bottom of your soul
Take me on a journey
On a journey to the bottom of your soul
I wanna go, oh let me go
I wanna go, oh let me go
Baby wanna travel
Wanna travel cross the borders of your mind
Baby wanna travel
Wanna travel cross the borders of your mind
I wanna go, oh let me go
I wanna go, oh let me go
Take me on a journey
On a journey to the centre of your heart
Let me make the journey
Wanna journey to the centre of your heart
I wanna go, I wanna go
Oh let me go , I wanna go
song performed by by Donna Summer
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50 States in fifty states
The journey begins with all forms of transportation, for all speeds and conditions that will persist and exist.
You will travel as far as able with no destination but the desire to see and experience everything within a nation.
Your means are determined by the location and situation with which you find your self in and at the time of needed transportation.
Your journey begins from within the state you reside.
It is from here that you will travel north, south, east, or west in destination for nowhere, but everywhere... somewhere to rest.
You travel through Washington, in the middle of a rainstorm.
Through Oregon you journey along the beautiful but treacherous coast.
California is long and covers many moods, but in the end it is so beautiful.
Idaho, you see potatoes, and Craters Of The Moon, beautiful unless winter, which always comes too soon.
Nevada is next, the deserts are so plain, gambling keeps your mind off of the mundane.
Utah's mountains are a sight to see, tough to travel through but worth the scenery.
Arizona dries you out, unless you’re north away from the drought.
The west-coast is only the beginning, a foreshadowing of what will come in your sojourning.
You see the mountains, and the plains, you journey through forests, fields and rains.
This is only the beginning to greater feats yet pending.
You can travel on, in hopes of dreams that can be fulfilled, or rest yourself and retire at will.
You can travel on to see the hills, the plains, the swamps and the oceans reigns, or you can end your journey having seen enough to fulfill your lives dreams.
There is no problem with this route, it just ends and that is your way out.
For those that continue, come vast amounts of precious venues.
They shall see the political places, the capitols of business, the arts, music, and races. They will find the different paths it takes to make your journey a success.
They will see the many options and scenes that make up this journey we continually believe.
They will learn the ins and outs that make it tough, yet in the end they will be greater and more capable to handle the rough.
This journey takes place now, and until the end.
For this journey is
LIFE from start to end.
poem by Jeff Rushton
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Altogether, It is a Different Journey
Altogether, it is a different journey
It is not indeed a usual journey
No flight can reach you
No train runs to that destination
Not a bus
Not a car
You cannot walk to that place
Google earth cannot locate it
GPS does not know this
You do not have an idea as to
How far you need to travel
How much time it will take
How soon or late you will reach
But one thing is sure
You can be back in no time
In your starting point
To be back at your place
And in the middle your regular chores
It is not tourism
Not a sight seeing affair
Not even a pilgrimage
It may not be entertaining too
Path can be enjoyable
It can be painful
But you will only know it
Very importantly you will travel all alone
No one, including your dearest one,
Can accompany you
You are left with yourself only
It is all a free lancing exercise
You will not get tired of this journey
Provided you are determined to be so
Your place of interest
Can be far beyond the sun
And it can be very close and within you
What all you can do is
To visualize
To understand
To comprehend
To consolidate
To get focused
You may get clarity
Of your thoughts
Of your vision
Of what you want to be
Of how to end this issues ridden life path
It is nothing but the journey within you
Which is unique to yourself
And which will be an altogether different journey
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The 'Poem A Day' Project - Day 66
Its odd how small the world’s become
With travel for almost anyone
Its easy to explore somewhere new
Just take one click on a web site
And you have just booked your flight
Ready to expand your worldview
But when you travel keep in mind
To have respect for what you find
And always try to be a good guest
Imagine a stranger in your home
Feeling he has the right to roam
Nosing about and being a real pest
Laughing at your colour scheme
Stomping round in boots unclean
Telling you your food tastes weird
Complaining that everything is wrong
Don’t you think it wouldn’t be long
Until you wished they had disappeared
poem by Flying Lemming
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