Like a morning dream, life becomes more and more bright the longer we live, and the reason of everything appears more clear. What has puzzled us before seems less mysterious, and the crooked paths look straighter as we approach the end.
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Made Again
(music: marillion lyrics: steve hogarth & john helmer)
I have been here many times before
In a life I used to live
But I have never seen these streets so fresh
Washed with morning rain
Like the whole world has been made again
I have seen this face a thousand times
Every morning of my life
But I never saw these eyes so clear
Free of doubt and pain
Like the whole world has been made again
I have been here many times before
In a life I used to live ...
And its all because you made me see
What is false and what is true
Like the inside and the outside of me
Is being made again by you
And its all because you made me see
What is false and what is true
Like the inside and the outside of me
Has been made again by you
Like a bright new morning
Like a bright new day
I woke up from a deep sleep
I woke up from a bad dream
To a bright new morning
To a bright new world
The whole world has been made again
song performed by by Marillion
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Pathways Of Life
i walk the
straight path and no
one noticed me,
the straight path
is the most ordinary one
you can have here
at first it was boring
when no one
notices you
so i tried the twisted
path
the one that is crooked
from bottom to
top
the old women scolded
me and the old men said
i am a
big disappointment
the men and women of my
generation
still did not mind
they are busy
taking their own paths
and these are the
paths
which are neither crooked
nor straight
sometimes we look at each
other
and we nod
without saying a word
we feel
that we perfectly understand
each other
all along
there are paths you know
which are neither wrong
nor right
they simply have to
be trodden
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For You
This song appears on six albums, and was first released on the higher ground album, and has also been released on the a portrait, the john denver collection - take me home ountry roads and the f
Ites albums. a live version also appears on the wildlife concert album. a new version has also been released on the love again album.
Just a look in your eyes again
Just to lay in your arms
Just to be the first one always there for you
Just to live in your laughter
Just to sing in your heart
Just to be everyone of your dreams come true
Just to sit by your window
Just to touch in the night
Just to offer a prayer each day for you
Just to long for your kisses
Just to dream of your sighs
Just to know that Id give my life for you
For you for the rest of my life
For you all the best of my life
For you alone, only for you
Just to wake up each morning
Just to you by my side
Just to know that youre never really far away
Just a reason for living
Just to say I adore
Just to know that youre here in my heart to stay
For you for the rest of my life
For you all the best of my life
For you alone, only for you
Just the words of a love song
Just the beat of my heart
Just the pledge of my life, my love, for you
Words and music by john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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Longer I Live
LONGER I LIVE
Longer I live more I believe
Blessed is your love from above
For me to treasure beyond measure
On this earth is the truth
Longer I live more I believe
Your heart is ocean of bliss
Spilling all over in my future
Like sun light day and night
Longer I live more I believe
You are gleam of my dream
Melody of song I hum along
Feeling the essence of your puissance
Longer I live more I believe
Your tender touch means so much
Sparkle of joy wings to fly
In world of dreams of sunbeams
poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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Fascination
Death fascinates;
Life can be cruel.
Death is my morbid but most-loved obsession.
Life is hard-
I am out of control.
Death is my relationship to reality-
Life is not fair.
Death is an entity of beauty, though
Life is strange…
Death is veracity, although it can be
The facet of my delusions-
I live my life while
Thoughts of death are so often invasive.
Death is mysterious, and
Life is a river refracting light-
Death is dark but intriguing.
Life is amazing.
Death in turn- is amazing as it can be.
I live my life in a dream world.
Death is indeed mysterious, although-
Life
Is
Stranger…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Lovers
Sit down and listen 'cause I've got good news for you
It was in the papers today
Some physician had made a discovery
This' what she had to say:
(Oooh you know that)
She said that every result she had backed her
Claiming that love's a longevity factor
So lovers live a little longer, baby
You and me, we got a chance to live twice
Lovers live a little longer, ain't that nice
Lovers live a little longer, baby
What a feeling when I hold you tight
Lovers live a little longer, yeah
I can imagine, I'll see in my fantasy
I'll enjoy every day
Making love is a dynamite drug, baby
So why don't we start right away
(Ahh, please don't wait)
I don't care if they're watching 'cause listen
We've got a reason for each time we're kissing
'Cause lovers live a little longer, baby
You and me, we got a chance to live twice
Lovers live a little longer, ain't that nice
Lovers live a little longer, baby
What a feeling when I hold you tight
Lovers live a little longer, yeah
I just don't care if they're watching 'cause listen
We've got a reason for each time we're kissing
'Cause lovers live a little longer, baby
You and me, we got a chance to live twice
Lovers live a little longer, ain't that nice
Lovers live a little longer, baby
What a feeling when I hold you tight
Lovers live a little longer, yeah
Lovers live a little longer, baby
You and me, we got a chance to live twice
Lovers live a little longer, yeah
song performed by by ABBA
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Dream A Little Dream For Me
At night when you think through your day
Think on the things that you did say
When you think through the things that you should be
Dream this little dream for me
Dream of blue skies forever
Dream that we are a worthy endeavor
Dream this one dream so you can see
Dream this little dream for me
The world fades but I'm still here
Still living for you
I'm sitting outside beneath the sky clear
Just enjoying your view
Sleep well until morning comes
Live with the passion of a thousand suns
Tell me all the things that you should be
And dream this little dream for me
Dream of you through my eyes
Dream though it may not be much of a surprise
That while you dream enjoying the view
I'm dreaming a little dream for you.
Yes, dreaming a dream for you!
poem by Jack Harris
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Crooked Piece Of Time
Things got rough
Things got tough
Things got harder than hard
We were just trying to make a livin
In our back yard
We were born too late died to soon
Anxietys a terrible crime
If you dont come now dont come at all
cause its a crooked piece of time.
Its a crooked piece of time that we live in
A crooked piece of time
All in all and all in all
Its a crooked piece of time.
Yesterday morning an ill wind came
Blew your picture
Right out of the picture frame
Even blew the candle out
From underneath the flame
Yesterday morning an ill wind came.
song performed by by John Prine
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A reason to live
A man's reason to live is his very reason to die. His reason to live is his reason to sacrifice by his reason to love. His reason to love is his reason to die. If he died it would be a great sacrifice by reason of his faith. Then that reason of faith is substantiated if that love is good. Therefore his faith is purposeful.
A dangerous man has no reason to live and therefore no reason to love as all is lost. If that man has no love he has no reason for faith and he has no reason of faith because there is no love. He will give up his life easily. Look at the ones who love you and you will have the reason to live. That reason to live is what makes you believe in life. Therefore by reason of love you have faith and by reason of faith you have life. - John 17: 3
poem by Talmadge Beavan
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A reason to live
A man's reason to live is his very reason to die. His reason to live is his reason to sacrifice by his reason to love. His reason to love is his reason to die. If he died it would be a great sacrifice by reason of his faith. Then that reason of faith is substantiated if that love is good. Therefore his faith is purposeful.
A dangerous man has no reason to live and therefore no reason to love as all is lost. If that man has no love he has no reason for faith and he has no reason of faith because there is no love. He will give up his life easily. Look at the ones who love you and you will have the reason to live. That reason to live is what makes you believe in life. Therefore by reason of love you have faith and by reason of faith you have life. - John 17: 3
poem by Talmadge Rogalla
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Early In The Morning When The Sun Just Appears
Early in the morning
when the sun just appears over the hillocks,
when the guinea fowl call from the field,
then I see him
with his crooked walking stick chewing biltong
and the morning is dumb,
pure like an angel is his company;
before he disappears between the green maize stalks.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Where I've arrived now is the product of mixing the very straight with the very exploratory; there's a fine line between the two, although it tends to be getting straighter and straighter because my songwriting is getting better.
quote by Andy Partridge
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Art Of Dream
On daylight, on midnight
In the closed eyes, in the open blindfold
The childhood memories, the foreseen future
Dream appears to be real
Whether clear, whether forgotten later
Abstract clips or chapter story
Unthinkable person, to the deepest core
Dream playing life
Like butterfly kiss, like hazy mist
Like illusion, like déjà vu
In the calm, in despair
Dream shakes hope
The fantasy, the imagination
The escape, the misery
The metaphor, the premonition
Dream allures soul
For those who live, for those who leave
For those who give, for those who seek
For those who sleep, for those who haunted
Dream spreads in the air
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Dream & Live
Dream & live then you can make it in life big
Dream & live and you will suceed in every idea
Dream & live so you can reverse it all and just
live & dream
Dream & live and your life will have just began
Dream & live let go all your fears and tears
Dream & live and you'll see how your blessings will never end
poem by Breanni Mcduffey
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My Tomb
The four walls around me,
The bed in which I lay.
A lock on my door,
Keeps everyone away.
The outside world has nothing,
Not a single thing for me.
For I lost the angel of my life,
An angel as beautiful as she.
I lay within these four walls,
Counting the time go by.
The day quickly comes to an end,
And then I close my eyes.
It is then I dream of her,
As I lie here in my room.
In my dream I leave from here,
This place I call my tomb.
No more walls around me,
No more bed in which I lay.
I have broken from the locks,
That kept me here to decay.
In my dream I am with her,
No longer am I sad.
For in my dream she never leaves,
Destroying everything we had.
In my dream we are happy,
Our love will only grow.
Reaching to the Heavenly skies,
Leaving the world below.
In my dream I'm full of life,
No longer live in gloom.
My angel has pulled me from the trap,
Of this place I call my tomb.
I want to stay in this dream,
For when I am asleep.
No longer do I miss her,
No longer do I weep.
I want to stay in this dream,
I never want to wake.
For when I'm here with my angel,
No longer do I ache.
I want to stay in this dream,
Don't ever pull me out.
I want to stay here forever,
For here there is no doubt.
Eventually my eyes will open,
I see the walls of my room.
Once again I'm locked up,
As I lie here in my tomb.
poem by Adam McKim
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Images-Perfection Ever Flames, An Endless Supply of Moths
As I am,
I'm perceived Perfection
upon my ivory pedestal
in brilliant light
crystalline.
But these are my prison walls
Uniques Glow
is Perfection's Pall
which exiles me from that outer world
of reality.
I cannot mingle there.
My existence is constrained.
As bright as my Radiant Glow,
upon approach
to your world
I would dim
and be destroyed.
We can talk you and I
in Perfection's Harmony
but the moment you gain
my speaking voice,
my thoughts,
all is taken from Perfection's Shelf
and another less perfect me appears.
Nothing will compare
to me as I was.
Should I
in coming to you
destroy that Perfection which is now so dear?
Conundrum.
Corporeal life
is Kryptonite
yet mental isolation is too numbing.
I am Beauty in the light
but unavailable;
forever Uncoming.
Sometimes
Beauty is torture
we ourselves inflict
to escape our worldly life.
But since its shape
is mental most
it cannot ever be.
Pity the person
whose countenance
is corporeal beauty
realized;
they will have the sterner test
of not living up to hearts image most.
Each prince
whom we have constructed
alas, can only live with us
til that moment first,
the single word;
then the dream slips.
Honeymoons and marriages
might last longer I think
if we did not first wed
our Perfect Prince beforehand.
Is it not truth plain
that love itself is only grown
when 1st Prince Born
is laid to rest
and Prince Now
is allowed to live?
How better ground is it
to love the flower in the garden now
than those ones first grown
in Furrows of Gold
in Dream World
where Perfection's Hoe
was Loves Seeder
and Instigator
of the visions
we now hold
of what ought to be?
How can we in flesh and blood
compete with perfect diamond visions
which never fade or rust?
Whose hand is warmer still
than the Princely hand held in our dreams?
Who is sadder than
those who loved us;
yet whose faces are shadowed
by cold, Perfection's Glow?
How to dream
our destiny
yet still
love those
'round us;
remembering these ones
are the ones who will
when we, in time, tomorrow
are no longer our Own Prince
or Princess Image;
no longer Perfection's Darling.
Rest you better in Human Arms;
while they grow old and leather
they'll not in the end
take your pride and sell it away
to Dream Land Barons
and Rock Star Princes
who all live in Hollywood.
What to do?
abandon Vision
goals and Prince;
leave aside Destiny?
No, we must grapple with
this conundrum sent:
wrapped up
Perfection and Beauty;
living along side
uneasily,
with what is merely Human,
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Mysterious Beautiful Stranger
I once upon a time dreamt of a beautiful mysterious stranger
He didn’t wear a mask or a cloak and no he wasn’t Zorro
He opened up my heart and let himself in
Don’t ask of me how or when
He handed me the key
And now I hold it safe
This mysterious beautiful stranger
Bears gifts of flowers each time he visits
No not Roses or Orchids
But beautiful simple wildflowers
Buttercups and Daisies with a few Peonies
We sit at the table and talk about poetry
Sipping on hot coffee
We laugh and giggle and share precious talk
Listening to Mozart and Vivaldi
Bringing the seasons to our hearts
This mysterious beautiful stranger
With eyes that smile and would bring the moon to her knees
Laughter full of gaiety that summons a dance to your feet
Wise for his years ambitious young vivacious and bright
So very full of life
He wants to break all limits and cross every border
Just so that he can live his life but not to some fiddlers tune
This mysterious beautiful stranger
A glimpse of him I did see
A place in my heart and a room in my home
A friend for life and a sister for keeps
So here’s a heartful of love n stuff
A heartfelt prayer to turn my dream into a reality
Especially for you
My mysterious beautiful stranger
poem by Lilac Wine
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The Sun Sets On Their Backs
People today upset,
Expect the effects of change...
To be for them painless.
And immaculate.
Raised on delusions.
And entertained by a support of their whims.
People for centuries have been forced fed to feed,
On a way of life...
Slipping away and will soon from them leave.
Then one bright morning a dawning appears.
As one man seen bearing an image clear...
While another with rolled up sleeves,
Prepares to reveal what he carries.
With an anxiousness he says are facts.
And the people are torn between the two.
Hoping from their point of view,
Their fantasies will not from them be snatched.
But...
Nothing on the horizon appears like that.
A truth produced,
Is observed by those looking forward.
While those traumatized and rubbing their eyes...
Can not believe what they see.
As the Sun sets on their backs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life is a dream
Life is a dream
Dream so beautiful
Life is a dream
The dream that we live …
Life is a dream
That some of us likes
Life is a dream
That sometimes scares us
The life that we live
Is our life truth?
The life that we live
Sometimes makes us fool
And then we think
It the life true?
Or it’s just a dream
That’s not so true…
I’m not sure, but for me life is a Dream
A dream I’m living…
(What’s life for you?)
poem by Shyama Mohapatra
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The Defination of Love
My life was the night sky.It was dark, except for a few stars.Those stars were points of reason.Then suddnely, you shot across my sky, like a meator.And the sky was bright full of brillancy, beautiful, and reasons to live.But then, you left, and the meator was gone.My sky had gone black.No stars, and no reason to live.You're the reason I live and I love you and will always love you.I'll love you no matter how much miles are between us, and I'll live even if you don't know.
poem by Isabella Swan
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