Her eyes are homes of silent prayers.
quote by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Illiteracy
some homes breed love
some homes breed hatred
some homes breed moderation
some homes breed extremes
some homes breed worldliness
some homes breed racism
some homes breed kindness
somehomes breed religious bigotry
throw in illiteracy and any country would be bloom to bits
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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In Joy & Sorrow
Oh girl we are the same
We are young and lost and so afraid
There? s no cure for the pain
No shelter from the rain
All our prayers seem to fail
In joy and sorrow my homes in your arms
In world so hollow
It is breaking my heart
In joy and sorrow my homes in your amrs
In world so hollow
It is breaking my heart
Oh girl we are the same
We are strong and blessed and so brave
With souls to be saved
And faith regained
All our tears wipe away
In joy and sorrow my homes in your arms
In world so hollow
It is breaking my heart
In joy and sorrow my homes in your arms
In world so hollow
It is breaking my heart
In joy and sorrow my homes in your arms
In world so hollow
It is breaking my heart
In joy and sorrow my homes in your arms
In world so hollow
It is breaking my heart
And my homes in your arms
And it is breaking my heart
My homes in your arms
And it is breaking my heart
song performed by by H.i.m. (his Infernal Majesty)
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On Silent Wings
(t. j. white, j. ralston)
Producer: trevor horn
Album: wildest dreams (96)
Special guest: sting
There was a time when I would have followed you
To the end of the earth
I was willing to share it all with you
The love, the hurt
Ive seen you when your dreams were falling in the dust
But I never stopped believing in you
I always thought our love was strong enough
One you could hold on to
You never see it coming
You just let it fly
On silent wings, silent wings
You cant hide what you you feel inside
And the fire has left your eyes
On silent wings
I see us in our dreams and were dancing
I can almost hear the song
But the prayers, they go unanswered
But we both know, were just hanging on
I feel ashamed, but Ill never know the reason why
The rug was pulled so gently from under my feet
I only know that something good has died
Between you and me, oh its just a memory
You never see it coming
You just go separate ways
On silent wings, silent wings
Theres no more promises to break
Or our love has slipped away
On silent wings
You never see it coming
But you know it has to end
On silent wings, silent wings
I will never be the same again
I feel the whisper of the wind
On silent wings
song performed by by Tina Turner
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In Prayer
in prayer you kneel you make your pleas
you signify
your lowliness in supplication
you behave
like a slave
you mumble you juggle your words
choppy sometimes as you are in deep sorrow
in hunger in thirst
in dire need of comfort
asking wanting that your prayers
be granted
you genuflect to a certain extent
you are crying
you are silent
yet you are so confused and crowded
you need your prayers to be answered
at once
the soonest
you are dying
or someone you love is dying out there
you want to live
you want the other you love to live some years
you want to be together
hence your prayers
some tears fall on the floors now wet and salty
a flood of tears
a rush of a thousand words in supplication
you fall on the floor
face down the earth hands stretching body flat and so tired
i watch you and i pity you and if i were God myself i could have
heard and granted all our prayers
the prayer room is so silent
it is cold tonight and i am too, so confused hearing nothing
outside a storm is raging
the rain so strong like the wind is coming
i close the door and the windows so there may still be silence
so our prayers may be heard
who knows? maybe, maybe, who knows? we must still continue....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tornado In January!
major tornado damage here
in the western North Carolina
foothills last night!
up to fifty homes, and/or mobile
homes, damaged, or destroyed.
forty degree temps, and a tornado,
in January!
people left homeless, injured, and
lost everything they had... they
need our prayers, and our help!
we take so much for granted... we
complain about how hard things are...
and then you watch your neighbors
lose it all in an instant...
we need to be family, right here
and now... and to learn to be
thankful for the small things!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Silent
Silent when I have nothing to say.
Silent just to avoid the fray.
Silent when I am not sure.
Silent—I can't stand anymore.
Silent when you make me mad.
Silent I am when times are sad.
Silent when I am too shy.
Silent when I want to cry.
Silent as I carry life's load.
Silent... I may soon explode.
poem by Shaqueena Celestin
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If Tomorrow
We sit in silent dreams
away from our reality
dreaming our wishes,
our hopes and our prayers
wondering if tomorrow
the world will stop and realise
our wishes hopes and prayers.
We ask so little to be granted,
in the whole scheme of things
and allowing us just one
who know,
could fulfil our lives.
(5 July 2011)
poem by David Harris
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Silent Eyes
Words & music by paul simon
Silent eyes
Watching jerusalem
Make her bed of stones
Silent eyes
No one will comfort her
Jerusalem
Weeps alone
She is sorrow, sorrow
She burns like a flame
And she calls my name
Silent eyes
Burning in the desert sun
Halfway to jerusalem
And we shall all be called as witnesses
Each and evryone
To stand before the eyes of god
And speak what was done
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Silent Death
Silent death holds my breath
Stalks me from above the trees
There is no breeze
When death walks in my shoes
Silent, cautious, confident
A brilliant business man
Silent death’s cold embrace
Makes me dizzy
He is always busy
But has time for me
Silent death drowns my body
He isn’t sorry
Silent death looks at me
Underneath the water
My eyes dilated
Catch a glimpse
poem by Double A P SS
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On CNN, I Saw My True Heroes
At the crossroads of my life,
I thought that most of my Heroes
Were dead, killed, tortured or knifed
By some cheap bums or paid sbirroes
Of some barbarous gangs in uniform.
Tonight, I saw the sad events in a different form,
I can honestly tell you more about my true Heroes.
Most are gone, but some are still suffering in Homs,
Under a heartless and ruthless regime; with no homes,
No shelters to hide; they are exposed
To heavy shelling, mortars, and deadly rockets.
Those victims are my people, my brothers
And sisters. They are constantly in my prayers.
Our world, which failed to rescue them, owes them a series of debts.
My Heroes' biggest weapons are their voices.
Their cries will silent the tanks and the Kalashnikov guns,
And, in the name of God, will turn them into babies' toys.
Justice and Liberty will prevail in favor of the sons
And daughters of the Almighty God.
The gangsters ignore that they came from earth and like mud
All shall return to that state. The souls
Of the innocent civilians will head to Heaven,
Accompanied by the army of the Angels,
Meanwhile the oppressors will be thrown in Hell with Satan.
My true Heroes are suffering and dying in Homs;
They have no heavy guns, no shelters and no homes.
Children and men are weeping and dying; women are crying
And being raped; while the Superpowers are simply watching.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Eyes Without A Face
Im all out of hope
One more bad dream could bring a fall
When Im far from home
Dont call me on the phone
To tell me youre alone
Its easy to deceive
Its easy to tease
But hard to get release
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
I spend so much time
Believing all the lies
To keep the dream alive
Now it makes me sad
It makes me mad at truth
For loving what was you
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
When you hear the music you make a dip
Into someone elses pocket then make a slip.
Steal a car and go to las vegas oh, the gigolo pool.
Hanging out by the state line,
Turning holy water into wine
Drinkin it down
Im on a bus on a psychedelic trip
Reading murder books tryin to stay hip.
Im thinkin of you youre out there so
Say your prayers.
Say your prayers.
Say your prayers.
Now I close my eyes
And I wonder why
I dont despise
Now all I can do
Is love what was once
So alive and new
But its gone from your eyes
Id better realise
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Les yeux sans visage eyes without a face
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.
Such a human waste your eyes without a face
And now its getting worse.
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Listening To A Beautiful Woman Singing The Songs Of War
they all left their homes and sailed on pumped boats
to the other island
children all gathered like some dried grits of maize
while their fathers stand and hold their hands on their brows
looking for the right direction
their mothers covering their faces
with veils
bringing all the necessities
that will last them for only a few days
this is the quick way to save their lives
from an ongoing war
when the enemies attack their homes
the only one left in their silent place
is this beautiful woman
singing on top of her voice
in acapella the songs of war
and death
some blood will again flow
more men shall be killed
as history repeats
itself
good men doing nothing
except to follow orders of the lying queen
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Homes Not a Home
Homes not a home without you
Homes not home without the ones you love
Homes not a home when one is missing
That missing one is the heart of the home
To to make the home a home again you go looking for them
in good weather or bad weather
You look all over town..
Screaming and shouting their name.
Making all kind of sounds
Hooting and a hollering.
and carring on.
just to make a point.
missing one, come home...
you are loved.
come home safe
return to us
a homes not a home with out you
you are unique
you are rare
Theres no one like you.
you, we can't replace..
come home come home
so home can be a home again.
Dedicated to carlos ortiz
poem by Krystal Vincent
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Hell, It's Christmas!
just for once...
let's unload the guns,
take the fingers off the button,
unload the planes...
open your churches to the homeless,
your homes to the hungry...
turn your prayers into ears,
that listen, hear, and care!
give somebody the best gift of all
your time!
hell, it's Christmas...
let's act like we understand!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Christmas Homes of England
The Christmas homes of England!
How far-famed and how dear;
In bright array they ever stand,
That glad day of the year;
When gathered round the hearth-stone,
The loved ones joyful meet,
With one accord from far and near,
The circle glad to greet.
The Christmas homes of England!
O, many a joyous brow,
Which ever yet hath hailed that day,
Will sorrowfully bow,
When this one now returneth;
For they look, but look in vain,
The pride and joy of that glad home,
They ne'er shall see again!
The Christmas homes of England!
In manhood's noblest bloom,
On Alma's bloody fields thy lords
Have found their lowly tomb;
The warrior grey, whose stalwart arm
Had prostrate laid the foe;
And gallant sons of noble sires,
By them in death lie low!
The Christmas homes of England!
Alike in peasant's cot,
Where hath the death-wail not been heard,
Where hath it entered not?
And the widowed mother silent weeps,
And sheds the bitter tear,
As fancy sees her gallant boy,
The cold ground for his bier!
The Christmas homes of England!
In that far-off Eastern land,
What thoughts will be awakened
Among that gallant band?
How from scenes so dark and fearful,
Their spirit will take flight
To the bright home of their childhood,
And the happy Christmas night!
The Christmas homes of England!
The love of many years
Is turned into a ceaseless fount
Of bitterness and tears;
The mother and the widow,
The maiden and the child,
They call; but none shall answer,
Those loving accents mild!
O, Christmas homes of England!
There's One, the widow's God!
Who, while He chastens, pitieth
The sad ones 'neath His rod;
His arm beneath supported
Thy loved ones in the field,
And whispered, "Leave thy little ones
To me, their God, their shield!
O, Christmas homes of England!
Let all unite in prayer,
That He, the widow's God, may take
Such to His special care;
And we to whom he spareth
Our hearts best treasure yet;
The widow and the orphan,
O let us not forget!
poem by Caroline Hayward
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Many Tears Keep Falling...
Many tears are falling...
And do not disappear,
From all the eyes crying undried.
And...
Making it so clear,
There is a weeping...
Behind the windows,
Gone unknown...
From whomever,
Crys alone.
Tears are falling...
And not known to be shown.
From eyes that may be open,
But flowing alone in homes.
With a weeping behind closed windows.
To be falling in deep sadness...
No one hears but gone condoned.
And these tears keep falling...
And not known to be shown.
From eyes that may be open,
But flowing alone in homes.
Many tears are falling...
And do not disappear,
From all the eyes crying undried.
And...
Making it so clear,
There is a weeping...
Behind the windows,
Gone unknown...
From whomever,
Crys alone.
And these tears keep falling...
And not known to be shown.
From eyes that may be open,
But flowing alone in homes.
And these tears keep falling...
And not known to be shown.
From eyes that may be open,
But flowing alone in homes.
And these tears keep falling...
From whomever,
Crys alone.
Many tears keep falling...
From whomever,
Crys alone.
And these tears keep falling...
From whomever,
Crys alone.
Many tears keep falling...
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A silente creature
The silent creature
populates the human
minds
A silent creature
is invisible but
reliable and fizzy
This creature is
silent because she
needs to be
understood, refined and
she wants a
lot of aids
A silent creature
is an explosion
of life
To be a
silent creature is
a fresh and
wonderful sensation
A silent creature
is an angelical
messenger
She is a
happy, ancient, colorful
and vital imagine
A silent creature
tells many different
and interesting stories
Sometimes the silent
creature deceives to
defeat the racism
A silent creature
is defenseless from
the not curious
A silent creature
is a desirable
but desperate and
suspicious person
A silent creature
can be an
alter ego
She is a
guide of dignity
and human values
poem by Laura arwen
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I have been very happy with my homes, but homes really are no more than the people who live in them.
quote by Nancy Reagan
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Scriptures
the only scriptures
i want to read,
are the life stories
of the oppressed and downtrodden.
the only prayers
i know to be real,
are their unspoken needs,
their desire to be free.
the only church
that i belong to,
their homes, their shelters,
their grimy neighborhoods.
the only image of god
that i want to see,
the humanity in their faces,
the injustices falling in their tears.
and equality,
the only walk...
the path, the destiny,
of the human heart!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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For You My Friend,
I have a silent prayer
It reads like this
For Him to grant you all your prayers
For He knows better what your hear desires
He knows the beauty of your soul,
He knows your inner most feelings
As you deserve only the best
poem by Persian Khushi
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