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I just turned 30 so I got really introspective as you do, questioning my life. And when I stopped and sort of looked back at the past decade, I realized I had done more work than I thought I had done.

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Want You Back

Last night I saw you
the first time since we broke up
i tell you baby
it all came back to me
when I looked into your eyes
there was something more
that i never really noticed before
could it be
that long
and I was so wrong
when I realized
and turned around
and you were gone

If I say I want you back
would you turn around
and say you want me too
'cause I say I want you back
this time I really mean it

There's so much I want to tell you
what things could be
but I don't know what to say or do
we grew apart
but i still want you
in my heart
I will leave this town to make
a new start
could it be
that long
and I was so wrong
when i realized
and turned around
and you were gone

if I say i want you back
would you turn around
and say you want
me too
'cause I say
I want you back
this time I really mean it

If I say
I want you
want you bask
will you turn and walk away
from me
if I say
I want you back with me
believe

And if I say I want you back
and if you say you want me too (X6)

song performed by by Mandy Moore from I Wanna Be With You
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I Saw The Light

(wally bryson/eric carmen)
Good friends
Book ends
Solitaire for two
Till she was leaving
I never really knew
When I looked in her eyes
I saw the light
I realized all along it was her
When I looked in her eyes
I saw the light
I realized
Theres a knock on the door
Then youre home forever more
And now that youre here
There is nothing to fear
When I looked in her eyes
I saw the light
I realized all along it was her
When I looked in her eyes
I saw the light
I realized all along it was her.
When I looked in her eyes
I saw the light
I realized all along it was her

song performed by by Eric Carmen
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Unfaithful To Myself (Beware. Beware!)

When I ran away,
I thought that I would stay...
Where it was,
I chose to be.

When I ran away,
It was from myself...
And,
I was not that able...
To remain unfaithful.

I looked in the mirror and my heart stopped.
I saw the anger there.
I looked in the mirror and my heart stopped.
Beware. Beware!
I looked in the mirror and my heart stopped.
I saw the anger there.
And I knew,
It was me who had been untrue.

When I ran away,
It was from myself...
And,
I was not able...
To remain unfaithful.

Oh, when I ran away,
I thought that I would stay...
Where it was,
I chose to be.
But...
I looked in the mirror and my heart stopped.
I saw the anger there.
I looked in the mirror and my heart stopped.
Beware. Beware!
I looked in the mirror and my heart stopped.
I saw the anger there.
And I knew,
It was me who had been untrue.

I looked in the mirror and my heart stopped.
I saw the anger there.
I looked in the mirror and my heart stopped.
Beware. Beware!
Yes,
I looked in the mirror and my heart stopped.
I saw the anger there.
With a feeding of myself wrong beliefs...
That other people made me bleed.
But it wasn't other people it was me.

I looked in the mirror and my heart stopped.
I saw the anger there.
I looked in the mirror and my heart stopped.
Beware. Beware!
Yes, I looked in the mirror and my heart stopped.
I saw the anger there.
And I knew,
It was me who had been untrue.
And I had been unfaithful to myself.

I let my woes go,
When...
I looked in the mirror and my heart stopped.
I saw the anger there.
I looked in the mirror and my heart stopped.
Beware. Beware!
And I knew,
It was me who had been untrue.
And I had been unfaithful to myself.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Found Myself

(5/28/12)

I found myself all alone and not one heart had I ever known
For my heart had turned to stone.
I thought that everything in life I would achieve if
I depended solely on me.

That I would need no family or friends
Because I'd reach my goal in the end.
My thought was that when you depend on someone else
They would always hinder you, to a point you wouldn't
Know just what to do.

I did not want love to kick me in the tail
And then with my goals I would fail.
I did not want these so called friends
Who would turn their backs in the end.

I used every excuse that I could find
Till my heart had become cold and blind.
Then I met a woman who was the same as me
Ruthless, uncaring and cold, she was twenty five
Years of age, and on her -life turned the page.

I looked at her and what I saw -was a mirror of me
Because I closed all doors.
I was really turning my back on all of life
And all that life could give
by closing up my heart and not learning to live.

I found my self questioning all my decisions
That I had made, and if people hated me
Then I was to blame.
I knew right then that I would have to change my ways
And the way that I did think, and still get everything.

I asked forgiveness from family and friends
And if they would support me once again.
They all smiled and gave me a hug and a kiss
Which was something that I had missed
Now I found myself with a new outlook on life
And things are now twice as nice.

SMILE! Things could be so much worse.

poem by Louis Rams
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I take getting older seriously. I'm 58, which I never imagined I'd reach - I thought I'd die young. I look in the mirror and see my dad - 'I thought you were dead,' I say - and that's nice. This has been my favourite decade. I've had more fun at this age than any other. For the first time, I can taste my life, and it tastes sweet. I like to think the next decade will be even sweeter.

quote by Sting (2010)
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When I got to 40 or so... I had the sense when I looked back over my life I would actually see a mess of decisions, a few of which I had thought about, some of which I had sort of stumbled on, and many that I had no control over whatsoever.

quote by Kazuo Ishiguro
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The Creation of the Moon

The man cut his throat and left his head there.
The others went to get it.
When they got there they put the head in a sack.
Farther on the head fell out onto the ground.
They put the head back in the sack.
Farther on the head fell out again.
Around the first sack they put a second one that
was thicker.
But the head fell out just the same.
It should be explained that they were taking the head
to show to the others.
They did not put the head back in the sack.
They left it in the middle of the road.
They went away.

They crossed the river.
But the head followed them.
They climbed up a tree full of fruit
to see whether it would go past.

The head stopped at the foot of the tree
and asked them for some fruit.
So the men shook the tree.
The head went to get the fruit.
Then it asked for some more.

So the men shook the tree
so that the fruit fell into the water.
The head said it couldn't get the fruit from there.
So the men threw the fruit a long way
to make the head go a long way to get it so they could go.
While the head was getting the fruit
the men got down from the tree and went on.

The head came back and looked at the tree
and didn't see anybody
so went on rolling down the road.

The men had stopped to wait
to see whether the head would follow them.
They saw the head come rolling.

They ran.
They got to their hut they told the others that the head
was rolling after them and to shut the door.

All the huts were closed tight.
When it got there the head commanded them to open the doors.
The owners would not open them because they were afraid.

So the head started to think what it would turn into.
If it turned into water they would drink it.
If it turned into earth they would walk on it.
If it turned into a house they would live in it.
If it turned into a steer they would kill it and eat it.
If it turned into a cow they would milk it.
If it turned into a bean they would cook it.
If it turned into the sun
When men were cold it would heat them.
If it turned into rain the grass would grow and the
animals would crop it.

So it thought, and it said, "I will turn into the moon."
It called, "Open the doors, I want to get my things."
They would not open them.

The head cried. It called out, "At least give me
my two balls of twine."
They threw out the two balls of twine through a hole.
It took them and threw them into the sky.

It asked them to throw it a little stick too
to roll the thread around so it could climb up.

Then it said, "I can climb, I am going to the sky."
It started to climb.

The men opened the doors right away.
The head went on climbing.
The men shouted, "You going to the sky, head?"
It didn't answer.

As soon as it got to the Sun
it turned into the Moon.
Toward evening the Moon was white, it was beautiful.
And the men were surprised
to see that the head had turned into the Moon.

poem by Anonymous
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The residual effects

When I looked back on the situation,
I realized it was not what I thought
It was. A woman walked into my life,
So modest that I instantly fell for her.
I had to put a lot to warm her up.
Maybe it is an infatuation.
It may not happen to everyone.
Its residual effects warm me up.
21.07.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Frances 4

one day i ask her about her life

what she's going to do now that she had fallen from grace

into poverty and all alone

her loved ones died in one sweeping car accident

on a freeway

she is silent for a while thinking perhaps that asking her

in the midst of her grief

would be to unkind from someone

but reconsiders the question

as i am one whom she considers a friend through and through

she opens her mouth and says

' i stopped analyzing, i stopped questioning'

and to all these and those

and those yet to come she says

yes, yes, yes, yes.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Not Waving but Drowning

I was to far out further than anyone should be, I screamed for help but they were silenced by the waves so no one could hear my cries

I was to far out further than anyone should be, and I looked to you for help but you didn't see that, you thought I was splashing and having fun but I wasn't I was drowning and you didn't even notice

I was to far out further than anyone should be, I started to become restless as the waves toppled over me and as the sun beat down I realized the end was near and I was tired of fighting, so I closed my eyes and let the waves take me away but by the time you realized something was wrong it was already to late, I was already gone

I was to far out further than anyone should be, not waving but drowning, looking back on it all you finaly seen that I wasn't splashing and having fun but that I needed help

Sadly by the time you realized all of this you were laying a rose on my coffin

poem by Erin Tejeda
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If Christ Came Questioning

If Christ came questioning His world to-day,
(If Christ came questioning,)
'What hast thou done to glorify thy God,
Since last My feet this lower earth plane trod?'
How could I answer Him; and in what way
One evidence of my allegiance bring;
If Christ came questioning.

If Christ came questioning, to me alone,
(If Christ came questioning,)
I could not point to any church or shrine
And say, 'I helped build up this house of Thine;
Behold the altar, and the corner stone';
I could not show one proof of such a thing;
If Christ came questioning.

If Christ came questioning, on His demand,
(If Christ came questioning,)
No pagan soul converted to His creed
Could I proclaim; or say, that word or deed
Of mine, had spread the faith in any land;
Or sent it forth, to fly on stronger wing;
If Christ came questioning.

If Christ came questioning the soul of me,
(If Christ came questioning,)
I could but answer, 'Lord, my little part
Has been to beat the metal of my heart,
Into the shape I thought most fit for Thee;
And at Thy feet, to cast the offering;
Shouldst Thou come questioning.

'From out the earth-fed furnaces of desire,
(Ere Thou cam'st questioning,)
This formless and unfinished gift I brought,
And on life's anvil flung it down, white hot:
A glowing thing, of selfishness and fire,
With blow on blow, I made the anvil ring;
(Ere Thou cam'st questioning).

'The hammer, Self-Control, beat hard on it;
(Ere Thou cam'st questioning,)
And with each blow, rose fiery sparks of pain;
I bear their scars, on body, soul, and brain.
Long, long I toiled; and yet, dear Lord, unfit,
And all unworthy, is the heart I bring,
To meet Thy questioning.'

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Christmas Gift

Christmas Gift Spurned

Crowed Christmas, street when I saw her I was sure it was her,
the way she walked. Thought I could sense her perfume too.
I hurried after her, touched her shoulder, said hallo, the woman
turned around, alas, I had been wrong. Said sorry, thought you
were someone else. She smiled and said, no I’m only me.
I read an invitation in her dark brown eyes, but I was hopelessly
in love with the true woman of my dreams and the lovely woman
in front of me, was not like the mythical one. I said sorry again,
flapped my wings and flew into the night sky to seek her amongst
the stars. In the cooling outer space I realized the fabled woman
of my dreams was an angel and I was only an earthling. I dived
back to earth like a Stuka dive bomber, skidded on slush. I looked
and looked, in vain, for the woman with the brown eyes, but my
Christmas gift had gone.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Lot's Wife

They say I looked back out of curiosity.
But I could have had other reasons.
I looked back mourning my silver bowl.
Carelessly, while tying my sandal strap.
So I wouldn't have to keep staring at the righteous nape
of my husband Lot's neck.
From the sudden conviction that if I dropped dead
he wouldn't so much as hesitate.
From the disobedience of the meek.
Checking for pursuers.
Struck by the silence, hoping God had changed his mind.
Our two daughters were already vanishing over the hilltop.
I felt age within me. Distance.
The futility of wandering. Torpor.
I looked back setting my bundle down.
I looked back not knowing where to set my foot.
Serpents appeared on my path,
spiders, field mice, baby vultures.
They were neither good nor evil now--every living thing
was simply creeping or hopping along in the mass panic.
I looked back in desolation.
In shame because we had stolen away.
Wanting to cry out, to go home.
Or only when a sudden gust of wind
unbound my hair and lifted up my robe.
It seemed to me that they were watching from the walls of Sodom
and bursting into thunderous laughter again and again.
I looked back in anger.
To savor their terrible fate.
I looked back for all the reasons given above.
I looked back involuntarily.
It was only a rock that turned underfoot, growling at me.
It was a sudden crack that stopped me in my tracks.
A hamster on its hind paws tottered on the edge.
It was then we both glanced back.
No, no. I ran on,
I crept, I flew upward
until darkness fell from the heavens
and with it scorching gravel and dead birds.
I couldn't breathe and spun around and around.
Anyone who saw me must have thought I was dancing.
It's not inconceivable that my eyes were open.
It's possible I fell facing the city.

poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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The Fearful Syzygy

I turned my head,
and you turned yours,
and together
we fastened a
temporary string
around each other's hearts,
and I know I could
feel the weight of
our distances tugging
at vacant space
inside my chest,
imprinting
the severing circle
of a tightened grip.
I know you could feel it too.
I know because I saw you,
jostled out of the moment,
out of the bollix of traffic;
you and I a conduit for a lapse
in thought,
both of us wandering
where neither dared go:
the fearful syzygy
of life
of love
of acknowledging
that we were missing
the both of them
and each other.
For a moment,
my blood stopped flowing.
I was calm.
And I know you feel the same way
because I don't know you,
and it's easier to fantasize
when reality isn't involved.
You are the five seconds or less
love of my life.
I can't remember what you looked like,
but I remember how I felt
smiling at you
when you smiled at me
and we awkwardly shifted
glances back into our
steering wheels, realizing
that we couldn't do anything—
that we didn't have the slightest modicum
of control.
But who cares?
I love you.
I want you to know that.
I know it's whatever.
I know it's meaningless,
but so are a lot of things.

poem by Tim Stensloff
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An Offer To Pray!

a prayer group stopped a man
walking down the street,
and offered to pray for him....

he turned and said:
'dont pray for me unless
you have something i can eat...

maybe a cup of coffee...
and if you havent got anywhere
for me to sleep... maybe,

just a blanket, or a coat...'

he thought a minute, and spoke again:
'i tell you what, forget all that....
i dont want you to give me anything...

except a chance to work, and earn my way! '

they were speechless...
he turned and walked away!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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It'll Be Allright

i met God today....
the little boy with tears
in his eyes, lost
in the grocery store....

i took his hand and
walked him to the front...
he looked up, and said:
'it'll be allright! '

i met God today...
the old man across the
street trying to load
his old truck....
i stopped mowing and
went over to help him...
boxes and bags, everything
he owned...
'got anywhere to go? '
'it'll be allright! '

i met God today....
young crack whore
stopped by work....
'got anything i can do
to make a few bucks...
i mean, anything....'
i reached into my pocket
and pulled out a ten....
'you get to where you
want some help...
need someone to talk to...'
'it'll be allright! '

i met God today...
standing by an open grave....
He looked at me as if to
ask if i was ready.....
i looked over at the headstone...
and read... 'it'll be allright! '

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Innocence Of A Smile

I sat in a crowded place
Chatting with my mother
Leaving the conversation
I realized there were others
I sat and talked and ate
As I looked around at people
Some too busy to be friendly
And some with a smile, but feeble
When I was about to leave
I saw a person in front of me
He threw at me a friendly smile
And I smiled back at him sweetly
As I walked away I realized
The innocence of that smile
No intentions of cheat or deceit
No extraordinary display of style
Then innocent smile that I received
Changed the way I thought of life
Now I'm not afraid of any suspicion
That might arise from a smile
I thank that stranger
For making me feel so right
Thank you for showing me
The innocence of a smile

poem by Vidushi Khera
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I Am Understood?

Sometimes its embarrassing to talk to you
To hold a conversation with the only one who sees right through
This version of myself
I try to hide behind
Ill bury my face because my disgrace will leave me terrified
And sometimes Im so thankful for your loyalty
Your love regardless of the mistakes I make will spoil me
My confidence is, in a sense, a gift youve given me
And Im satisfied to realize youre all Ill ever need
You looked into my life
And never stopped
And youre thinking all my thoughts
Are so simple but so beautiful
And you recite my words right back to me
Before I even speak
You let me know, I am understood
And sometimes I spend my time
Just trying to escape
I work so hard, so desperately, in an attempt to create space
Cause I want distance from the utmost important thing I know
I see your love, then turn my back, and beg for you to go
You looked into my life
And never stopped
And youre thinking all my thoughts
Are so simple but so beautiful
And you recite my words right back to me
Before I even speak
You let me know, I am understood
Youre the only one who understands
Completely
Youre the only one who knows me yet still loves completely
And sometimes the place Im at is at a loss for words
If I think of something worthy, I know that its already yours
And through the times Ive faded and youve outlined me again
Youve just patiently waited, to bring me back and then
You looked into my life
And never stopped
And youre thinking all my thoughts
Are so simple but so beautiful
And you recite my words right back to me
Before I even speak
You let me know, I am understood
The noise has broken my defense
Let me embrace salvaction
Your voice has broken my defense
Let me embrace salvation
The noise has broken my defense
Let me embrace salvaction
Your voice has broken my defense
Let me embrace salvation
The noise has broken my defense
Let me embrace salvaction
Your voice has broken my defense
Let me embrace salvation
Your voice has broken my defense
Let me embrace salvation
Let me embrace
Let me embrace salvation

song performed by by Relient K
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Love Sown Far Back

I’d looked at her with a colleague’s eyes
Before I left the place on a transfer.
Young and energetic she made presence.
After a decade, I was back as the Head,
Gaining confidence for her attention.
My close look revealed how fresh she looked.
Yes, I must have liked her ere I went out.
The seed of this love must have been sown then.

(02.06.2011)