I love England. It's no coincidence it's the first place I moved to for a more cosmopolitan life, which is the only thing Iceland lacks.
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Genetic studies in Iceland have found that many of the women who were the founding stock of Iceland came from England and what is now France. Some were probably captured and carried off in Viking raids only 40 generations ago.
quote by Keith Henson
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Holy Coincidence
Just saying
When you're hearing the same thing
Everyone is talking about identity
What it mean to be me
To be who God us to be
It's like God is trying to bring up that issue
The thing I've hidden beneath my skin, hid deep within the tissue
The thing I've tried to run from my whole life, if you can call it that
The thing I've compartmentalized
The lies I crystallized
I thought it was over, I thought it wasn't important what made me, me
Why does it matter when I'm evil, when God sees who I can be
What part of me is good, what parts evil, is there any good
Can anything good come from this, don't you see it
Don't you see the overwhelming darkness, heartless pit
Maybe that is not what I should
Think or see, but how could I not? Did I not earn
The hatred that I have come to yearn
For, to not be able to imagine life without, and not imagine life at all
I thought we were done, I thought I could just forget
Just saying
Why is everyone talking to me about this?
Why are the passage I'm reading, the books I'm reading
The discussions I'm hearing, why this and why that
Why here and why not
Why, why, why
If it wasn't important then why
Could this just be coincidence?
Could it be pure randomness?
I do not know
If even close to coincidence I see God is trying to do something
Through me
To me
For me
Me
This feels
This seems
This appears
Selfish
Evil
Because it's me
I don't want to know about this identity
But I guess You won't let me forget
I guess I can't really say it's coincidence it's You speaking to me
But if in any it is, let me tell you
That's one freaking
Holy coincidence
poem by David Knox
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Swearing is like any other music... If it is not done well, if it is not done with a fine and discriminating art, and vitalized with gracious and heartborn feeling, it lacks beauty, it lacks charm, it lacks expression, it lacks nobleness, it lacks majesty...
David Gridley in Indiantown
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Cosmopolitan
Im okay, youre okay
Why remember when it wasnt this way
See my home, see my car
And the beach always used to seem so far
And no one touches me
Unless its the way I want it to be
I know I read the right magazines
Im cosmopolitan
And I dont look back
Im alright, sleep at night
Used to lie awake listening to cats fight
See my hair, see my shoes
And I used to be scared of the dark too
And no one touches me
Unless its the way I want it to be
I know I read the right magazines
Im cosmopolitan
And I dont look back
Cosmopolitan
And no one touches me
Unless its the way I want it to be
I know I read the right magazines
Im cosmopolitan
And I dont look back
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Smile Lines
Met my match today
Felt the blood rushing and mingling
A curious and enigmatic thing
Spiders in my dreams
Synchronicity weaves like a web
When you were meant to be a meal
I want you bad!
I want you bad!
I understand why they say high school never ends
Never act my age
You can tell by the lines in my smile
That I have been around for awhile
So, insecurities
Are about as useful as trying
To put the pin back in the grenade
I want you bad!
I want you bad!
I understand why they say high school never ends
I want you bad!
I want you bad!
I understand why they say high school never stops
This isn't coincidence
There's no such thing
This isn't coincidence, no
This isn't coincidence
It's no such thing.
This isn't, no
I want you bad!
I want you bad!
I understand why they say high school never ends
song performed by by Incubus
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No Coincidence
Two distant hearts on a map, both going nowhere fast,
late for an appointment they end up together in a city cab,
They share a fare and some friendly conversation,
That's no coincdence thats love,
She scrambles through her purse
He rushed in through the front
Looking for change
There a few bucks inthe back of the restaurant,
They start to dance til this day their still dancing
Thats no coincidence that love
(chorus)
It's amazing
It's perfection
How each little bit of star makes up one big constellation
of people getting connected,
it's truly heaven sent its evident that love is no coincidence
He snapped a photograph, she took a sonogram,
she didn't tell him, he shipped off to war in a foreign land
Left home a solider, but came back a father
That's no coincidence thats love
Somebody crashed her car
Hes got a failing heart
One thing can save her
An operation neither can avoid
With true hesitation to families get aquainted
Thats no coincidence that L O V E
(chorus)x2
how we intertwine is divine extraordinary
open your eys and you'll find it's involitary
seasons have reasons for changing
so that everybody can find love find love again
and again and again and again
(Chorus)x2
song performed by by Kelly Rowland
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Liontamer
[Maxi Jazz]
If you place a thing into the center of your life
That lacks the power to nourish
It will eventually poison everything that you are
And destroy you
A simple a thing as an idea
Or your perspective on yourself of the world
No one can be the source of your contempt
song performed by by Faithless from Outrospective
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Ripoff
I don't wanna be no traitor to the cause
But England is a luxury - not many can afford
There's people going under - it's getting out of hand
Whatever happened to our - our green and pleasant land?
It turned into a wilderness; it turned into a third world country
Most people ain't getting what they pay for
Some people gettin' more than they should be
I know, I know - I'm an alien - but what are you gonna do
I wanna live in England - but it gets to you
It gets to you, it gets to you, it gets to you
I really don't know why - England's such a ripoff
It's crazy, but it's true
I really don't know why - England wants to rip off you
England wants to rip off you, England wants to rip off you
What do you do when you find out?
Where do you go if you leave?
There's no place like home - that's what they say
And that's what you always believed
Someday you might win the Lottery
Someday you might win the Pools
But that's all you've got - that's all you've got
- to live for, to live for
That's all you've got - that's all you've got -
to live for, to live for (yeah)
To be or not to be - that's the question
Oh what's it gonna be?
I'd love to live in England - but it gets to me
it gets to me, it gets to me, yeah it gets to me
I really don't know why - England's such a ripoff
It's crazy, but it's true
I really don't know why - England wants to rip off you
England wants to rip off you, England wants to rip off you
I really don't know why - England's such a ripoff
It's crazy, but it's true
Oh I really don't know why - England wants to rip off
England wants to rip off , England wants to rip o
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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I Love Every Little Thing About You
Though they say youre not my friend
Youve been here through thick and thin
And for that little girl I love ya
And all I want to do is talk about ya.
Im here to say
I love you more each day
And I just want to tell the world
That I love you so.
Though they put me down because
I love you as much as I do
But they dont know what youve done for me
Youve made such a happy man out of me.
And Im here to say
Love you everyday, yea
And I just want to tell the world
That I love you so.
Baby, I love, I love, I love, I love every little thing
About you baby
Oh yea, I love, I love, I love, I love every little thing
About you baby, mmm yea
Though they say that I am wrong
Cause my love is strong
Theres only one that I place above you.
Its God that I place above you.
Girl I just want to say
Love you more each day, yea
I just want to tell the world
That I love you so, yea.
Some folks say that its strange
But my whole life you have changed
Youve saved all the pain the worlds put on me
All I want to do is talk about you and Im here to say
Love you everyday, yea yea
Telling everybody that,
I love you so, yea yea
I love, I love, I love, I love every little thing about you baby, yea yea yea
I love, I love, I love, I love every little thing about you baby.
Oh yea, I love, I love, I love, I love every little thing about you baby.
You know I love, I love ever lit thing, about you babe,
I love it
I love, I love, I love, I love every little thing about you baby.
I love, I love, I love, I love every little thing about you baby.
-every damn thing about you baby
I love, I love, I love, I love every little thing about you baby. oo
Ooh, mmm, sugar, all right, cookie, puddin, oh yea
Mmm, candy, all right,
An big ol piece of cake
(your baby loves you
He loves every little thing about you.)
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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I Shall Not Be Moved
You will take my breath away,
Gild my heart with your love-
I shall not be moved.
My eyes will gloat at your sashay,
My lips will droll at your pulchritude-
I shall not be moved.
You will come with religions of faiths,
A heap of mountains you have moved-
Still I shall not be moved.
You will give me strongest of philtres,
Your touch will erect my one weakness-
But I shall not be moved.
You will light my darkest paths,
Move me here to there-
Yet I shall not be moved.
You will sing our song,
Your love for me will exceed eternity,
Even then, I shall not be moved.
You will live for me,
Die for me- For the last time-
I shall not be moved.
poem by Isunge Mwangase
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The Iceland That Is Named Love
If you will have to go,
To the Iceland that is named Love
Take my memory along.
It is heard
That once there live a couple of swans,
They both governed each other’s heart,
Picked dreams descending into the eyes,
Wove the fabric of faithfulness with silky dialogues,
And renovated it on each day;
But what happened as the season changed,
They both flew on diverse directions,
It is heard
Since then they were not seen together.
The Iceland that is named Love,
If you will have to go there,
Please do visit the lonely tree,
Upon whose costume of the branches,
On every side the names of lovers are carved.
It is heard
That the inscribers never get a chance to rewrite,
They stamp their fingers with blood,
They lose their fortune, they accepted their defeat.
The Iceland that is named Love
If you will have to go there,
Take my memory along.
My memory is a shade in sweltering temperature
And it is a season of some village of the past.
By Fakhira Batool Translated By Muhammad Shanazar
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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I love England though; I've been back a few times and just love it. My favorite thing to do there is going to museums and all the castles. Oh, and my husband and I went mountain biking across England on our honeymoon!
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Pro Rege Nostro
WHAT have I done for you,
England, my England?
What is there I would not do,
England, my own?
With your glorious eyes austere,
As the Lord were walking near,
Whispering terrible things and dear
As the Song on your bugles blown, England --
Round the world on your bugles blown!
Where shall the watchful Sun,
England, my England,
Match the master-work you've done,
England, my own?
When shall he rejoice again
Such a breed of mighty men
As come forward, one to ten,
To the Song on your bugles blown, England --
Down the years on your bugles blown?
Ever the faith endures,
England, my England: --
'Take and break us: we are yours,
England, my own!
Life is good, and joy runs high
Between English earth and sky:
Death is death; but we shall die
To the Song on your bugles blown, England --
To the stars on your bugles blown!'
They call you proud and hard,
England, my England:
You with worlds to watch and ward,
England, my own!
You whose mailed hand keeps the keys
Of such teeming destinies,
You could know nor dread nor ease,
Were the Song on your bugles blown, England --
Round the Pit on your bugles blown!
Mother of Ships whose might,
England, my England,
Is the fierce old Sea's delight,
England, my own,
Chosen daughter of the Lord,
Spouse-in-Chief of the ancient Sword,
There's the menace of the Word
In the Song of your bugles blown, England --
Out of heaven on your bugles blown!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Nothing Fails
I'm in love with you
You silly thing
Anyone can see
What is it with you
You silly thing
Just take it from me
It was not a chance meeting
Feel my heart beating
You're the One
You could take all this
Take it away
And I'd still have it all
Cause I've found the Tree of Life
And that is why
No longer scared if I fall
When I get lost in space
I can return to this place
Cause you're the one
(Chorus)
Nothing Fails
No more fears
Nothing Fails
You washed away my tears
Nothing Fails
No more fears
Nothing Fails
Nothing Fails
I'm not religious
But I feel so moved
Makes me wanna pray
Pray you'll always be here
I'm not religious
But I feel such love
Makes me wanna pray
When I get lost in space
I can return to this place
Cause you're the one
I'm not religious
But I feel so moved
Mmmm
I'm not religious
Makes me wanna pray
I'm not religious
But I feel so moved
Makes me wanna pray
Pray you'll always be here
I'm not religious
But I feel such love
Makes me wanna pray
(Repeat Chorus 2 x's)
Nothing Fails
Nothing Fails
No more fears
song performed by by Madonna
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What Have I Done For You
What have I done for you,
England, my England?
What is there I would not do,
England, my own?
With your glorious eyes austere,
As the Lord were walking near,
Whispering terrible things and dear
As the Song on your bugles blown,
England -
Round the world on your bugles blown!
Where shall the watchful Sun,
England, my England,
Match the master-work you've done,
England, my own?
When shall he rejoice agen
Such a breed of mighty men
As come forward, one to ten,
To the Song on your bugles blown,
England -
Down the years on your bugles blown?
Ever the faith endures,
England, my England:-
'Take and break us: we are yours,
'England, my own!
'Life is good, and joy runs high
'Between English earth and sky:
'Death is death; but we shall die
'To the Song on your bugles blown,
'England -
'To the stars on your bugles blown!
They call you proud and hard,
England, my England:
You with worlds to watch and ward,
England, my own!
You whose mailed hand keeps the keys
Of such teeming destinies
You could know nor dread nor ease
Were the Song on your bugles blown,
England,
Round the Pit on your bugles blown!
Mother of Ships whose might,
England, my England,
Is the fierce old Sea's delight,
England, my own,
Chosen daughter of the Lord,
Spouse-in-Chief of the ancient sword,
There's the menace of the Word
In the Song on your bugles blown,
England -
Out of heaven on your bugles blown!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Sandrine Sonnet Cycle - Validation
Strong is my faith, and each wraith from the Past
At last finds rest, repose from echoes old.
New virtue now rings true, and love’s repast
Draws light to life if all the truth be told.
Restive in youth, I thought all things I knew,
I once was wrong, long suffered for my trust,
Nor knew to take a different point of view.
Experiencing one glance I feel I must
Validate the story of my life.
A strange coincidence arranged our fate,
Inherent similarities, not strife,
Led to shared admiration, shan’t abate.
Language lacks the wherewithal to list
All Nature’s Talents, - none the Muses missed...
28 October 1992
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Love without Pain
Fire is unexpected without smoke
Love is also unexpected without pain
If love is fire then pain is smoke
Smoke is the realization of fire
Pain is also the realization of love
Fire is the coincidence of two objects
Love is also coincidence of two hearts
Soul is free from pains and pleasures
Mind can only understand the pains and pleasures
But heart can feel the pains and pleasures
May be throughout life
Love of one’s is not understood
But isolation of the beloved one
Makes us the realization of one love
Love is the natural phenomenon like fire
Life without love is a barren land
Fire sometimes burns to ashes
Love also sometimes makes the life to ashes
If life is delighted due to love
Surrounding is also enlightened due to fire
But when love and fire comes together
Fire is extinguished due to love of a beloved one
poem by Ramesh Rai
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England, My England
WHAT have I done for you,
England, my England?
What is there I would not do,
England, my own?
With your glorious eyes austere,
As the Lord were walking near,
Whispering terrible things and dear
As the Song on your bugles blown,
England--
Round the world on your bugles blown!
Where shall the watchful sun,
England, my England,
Match the master-work you've done,
England, my own?
When shall he rejoice agen
Such a breed of mighty men
As come forward, one to ten,
To the Song on your bugles blown,
England--
Down the years on your bugles blown?
Ever the faith endures,
England, my England:--
'Take and break us: we are yours,
England, my own!
Life is good, and joy runs high
Between English earth and sky:
Death is death; but we shall die
To the Song on your bugles blown,
England--
To the stars on your bugles blown!'
They call you proud and hard,
England, my England:
You with worlds to watch and ward,
England, my own!
You whose mail'd hand keeps the keys
Of such teeming destinies,
You could know nor dread nor ease
Were the Song on your bugles blown,
England,
Round the Pit on your bugles blown!
Mother of Ships whose might,
England, my England,
Is the fierce old Sea's delight,
England, my own,
Chosen daughter of the Lord,
Spouse-in-Chief of the ancient Sword,
There 's the menace of the Word
In the Song on your bugles blown,
England--
Out of heaven on your bugles blown!
poem by William Ernest Henley
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A writer
Out of what, does a writer write?
Out of hatred, out of denial,
Out of failure, out of perversion,
Out of insult or out of neglect.
Why does a writer write?
To vent his anger, anguish and agony.
To bend his feelings in catharsis.
From what does he write?
From borrowings, being inspired,
Or pouring old wine into a new bottle.
For what purpose does he write?
For an applause, to show his skills
And to earn a place and money.
Why at all must he write?
For an idler, what else can he do?
What lacks in one’s writing?
His concern for you lacks.
Your vow to pursue it lacks.
He writes and forgets
You read and forget.
When you are gone and when he is gone
The relevance to his writings is gone.
Bubbles are formed and burst.
12.04.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Curious Thing
There was this guy, he was down on his luck
He was truly povertys child
Well, he had no home and he had no car
And he wore a weary smile
Moved out to l.a., knocked around for awhile
But he was getting nowhere
Then he did this movie and it did really well
Now hes a millionaire
See, life is a curious thing
Life, ooh life is a curious thing
I know a man who could paint the town red
Had a college degree in fun
till the doorbell rang and a long lost flame said
This little boy is your son
Gave him a suitcase and a bear
Left em in a cloud of dust
Now hes checking out schools and driving carpools
Learning to adjust
He says life is a curious thing
Life, ooh life is a curious thing
Well, I know that it can be demanding
I know that it can be unkind
I dont really understand it
But lord sure knows I try
Life is a curious thing
Life, ooh life is a curious thing
Let me tell you bout a kid I knew
A pudgy girl back in school
She had greasy hair and geeky glasses
Object of ridicule
The other day in the check out line
They were ringing up my rice and beans
There she was, a pretty little face
On the cover of a magazine
And I said life is a curious thing
Life, ooh life is a curious thing
(chorus)
Just goes to show that you never know
Just what tomorrow may bring
But Ill tell you this that what it is
Is seldom what it seems
cause life is a curious thing
Life, ooh life is a curious thing. . .
song performed by by Amy Grant
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