Let a man turn to his own childhood - no further - if he will renew his sense of remoteness, and of the mystery of change.
quote by Alice Meynell
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Everything I write comes from my childhood in one way or another. I am forever drawing on the sense of mystery and wonder and possibility that pervaded that time of my life.
quote by Kate DiCamillo
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Change! Change! Change!
change! change! change!
everybody talkin' about change.
change your look,
change your luck,
change your politics,
change your religion...
change the country,
change the world....
change the day!
change your underwear!
loose change, pocket change,
winds of change, march for change....
but all real change begins within...
let's work on that,
and then everything else
will change in turn!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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We are all, in a sense, experts on secrecy. From earliest childhood we feel its mystery and attraction. We know both the power it confers and the burden it imposes. We learn how it can delight, give breathing space and protect.
quote by Sissela Bok
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Mystery Of Love
Seasons are changing
Children of love are alive
People reach out to survive
Together
Love is the message
We carry across the sky
Down through the passage of
Time forever
History unfolds
As this storys told
(and its) the mystery of love
How we go on and on forever
(and its) the mystery of love
Coming to rescue
Rescue me
A man and a woman
Lost in each others embrace
Star-crossed in time in a place
Far away
Innocent dreamers
Turning the wheels of chance
Searching to find romance
Forever
We will surely find
Love is for all time
(and its) the mystery of love
How we go on and on forever
(and its) the mystery of love
Only one heart can turn the key
Down through the history
Of love
Time is the one that holds
The answer
(and its) the mystery of love
Oh, will it set me free
For all time
(and its) the mystery of love
How we go on and on forever
(and its) the mystery of love
Only one heart can turn the key
Down through the history
Of love
Time is the one that holds
The answer
(and its) the mystery of love
How we go on and on forever
(and its) the mystery of love
Only one heart can turn the key...
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Never could you hide from...
1. Never could you hide from
Years, passed in turn.
Childhood is left for
Adult's life by all.
R.: But the school desk
I'm dreaming,
And the school books
I'm reading,
I remember all the teachers
One by one.
And the freckled girl is crying
From my childhood, when I'm
Trying to recall in mind the old time.
2. If you know, the childs
Try to grow fast,
Being in hurry
Turn to man, at last.
R.
3. We feel being tighted
In the golden age,
But we long for childhood,
When it comes to end.
R.
song, translated by Lyudmila Purgina
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Making sense
No sense in it if you act non-sense
People may push you away with sense
You may think why people are utterly non-sense?
When you are perfectly ok and act wit sense
You may fail in your love attempts
Some thing may force you or to act prompt
Still you act with sense and avoid
You may face difficulties which are self maid
You may act wise with change of scene
Gentleman like approach when publicly seen
Is it not the humanly act minus sin?
When one tries to project what he has been?
What comes to your help or rescue?
You may be wondering without any clue
You may blink and face may turn blue
When projection makes no sense for you
Sense is third eye for human being
Timely act may make him king
Opponent may face defeat in the ring
You may survive……………..
What, if nothing suggests or paves the way?
Your voice may not be heard or have the say
You may stick to position and bat for long
Still it makes sense that you are not always wrong
You will know what lies ahead?
Common sense may stop you to be mislead
So even if you are worried or so tense
You may act wise and come out with sense
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Mystery
Let go into the mystery
Let yourself go
Youve got to open up your heart
Thats all I know
Trust what I say and do what youre told
Baby, and all your dirt will turn
Into gold
Let go into the mystery
Let yourself go
And when you open up your heart
You get everything you need
Baby theres a way and a mystic road
Youve got to have some faith
To carry on
Youve got to open up your heart
To the sun
You know hes looking out for you
cause hes the one
Let go into the mystery
Let yourself go
There is no other place to be
Baby this I know
Youve got to dance and sing
And be alive in the mystery
And be joyous and give thanks
And let yourself go
I saw the light of ancient greece
Towards the one
I saw us standing within reach
Of the sun
Let go into the mystery of life
Let go into the mystery
Let go into the mystery
Let yourself go
Youve got to open up your arms
To the sun
You know youve got so many charms
Its just begun
Trust what I say and do
What youre told
And surely all your dirt will turn into gold
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Just Wait For Life
Let time be time while time can be
For mind gives way to mind
And thoughts of will, free will, turn free
Progression says all stop, reform
Renew, rethink, redeem, renorm
And change is change while change can be
For thoughts all change the thoughts we see
And all is not what all can be
For all is what I make of me
And you, for we're all connected
Fate is false while false
Til' will is urged and redirected
Like rhymes which change
Life is broken, fixed, and broken
Renewed reawoken,
Words they change, all semantics,
They restate the love, sorrow, fear,
Strike and make you rise to your feat
All change it changes life and need
It is all it is, reform, progressive static
It's magic, music, boom bam to the beat.
(2011)
Samvel Aleksanyan © All Rights Reserved
Change
Looking through my window shade, stare at streets that bare no name
Now it all looks strange to me, yesterday seems like a dream
But I often try too hard, to break the routine of my day
Turn around see what I see, cant help wishing it could
Chorus: change, change again
Unchain myself - I will
See the faces in the crowd, busy streets they move around
Underground seems such a drag, waiting still and then we change
(rpt. chorus twice)
Ad lib - the more I see, the more it hurts, the more we change it all seems worse
M8 - tomorrow, till tomrrow comes
As it drags me there I feel, a sense of urgency unveil
Whats in store for us today, read the papers drift away
(chorus)
Change, we change again
We change again
Unchain myself - I will
Ad libs - oh how I hate to feel this way
The more I wait to see it change
The more I see the more it hurts
The more we change it all seems worse
Change
song performed by by Feeder
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I dare you Adult content
I can recall quite vividly
the day I solved the mystery.
How girls and boys were different
. We were so young and innocent.
Our youthful curiosity
was satisfied quite easily.
She showed me hers. I showed her mine
Noting the different design.
We were too young and innocent
to understand quite what it meant.
Why she was different from me
it made no sense that we could see.
Until later years when we
were fast approaching puberty
Our bodies underwent great change
as hormones tried to rearrange
and reinforce the difference
The things began to make more sense.
We’d left our childhood days behind
and we were struggling to find.
A new sense of identity
which would provide stability
Though we were hovering in between
what we were now and what we’d been.
We settled down eventually
and we were ready physically
To fall in with Dame Nature’s plan
Unaltered since the world began.
I must confess when first I tried
it left us both unsatisfied
I was too quick she was too slow
there was so much we didn’t know.
Practice makes perfect so they say
and so we practiced every day
and learned to bless the difference.
We realised it made good sense.
That boys and girls were different
If this was sin I won’t repent.
Although the priesthood say I must
It was not simply down to lust.
To us it was a learning curve
apprenticeship we had to serve.
I still recall it vividly
a not too painful memory.
4-Apr-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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My Childhood Garden
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
lush and green
it was so happy it made me scream
my joy and hopes
and all my mopes
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
with the ups and downs
when i jumped i could not touch the ground
with my purle ponys
it made it homey
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
flying high
with the little lies
the grass fine
up in the sky my kite
my childhood garden
my childhood garden
now in the past
i now know that it can never last
now as i get taller
it was differnt when i was smaller
my childhood garden
poem by Danielle Eager
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That's what everyone said attracted them to Lantana - I call it an adult mystery, because it's not a thriller in the sense of that other way, but it is a mystery.
quote by Barbara Hershey
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I think each of us knows his own mystery with a knowing that precedes the origins of all knowledge. None of us ever gives it away. No one can. We envelop it with talk and hide it with deeds. Yet we always hope that somehow the others will know it is there, that a mystery in the other we cannot know will respond to a mystery in the self we cannot understand. The only full satisfaction life offers us is this sense of communion. We seek it constantly. Sometimes we find it. As we grow older we learn that it is never complete and sometimes it is entire illusory.
quote by Kenneth Rexroth
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The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
When You're Sleeping
The sun came up
Desperate, desperate
The stars above
Held you back
Once again
Half way here
Half way here they whisper
You talk so much sense
When you're sleeping
When you're sleeping
And you share all the secrets
And the mystery
When you're sleeping
I saw your tears
Violet, violet
And it's been years
The sky's been crying for you
I found out
Beautiful things about you
You talked so much sense
When you're sleeping
When you're sleeping, yeah
And you share all your secrets
And the mystery
When you're sleeping
So you go and wonder
Where you wander
Lose yourself to take us higher
And I'll be waiting
For you when you're down
You talk so much sense
When you're sleeping
When you're sleeping, yeah
And you share all the secrets
And the mystery
When you're sleeping
song performed by by Natalie Imbruglia
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My Childhood Memories
Childhood memories are often steeped in mystery.
The older we get the memories exclude
sometimes things we might find painful as we journeyed on.
I tried to visualise my childhood as a happy one,
though I know in my heart it was a very much lonely one.
Not only was I shy, but I never mixed very well.
I spent so much of my time nearly always on my own.
The only exciting time I can remember
was one summer I spent with friends of my father
whom I referred to as Aunt Elsie and Uncle Jim.
For the two months I spent with them
in a small town called Allison
hold some of the best memories of my childhood.
It was away from my parents
and into someone’s house that cared.
I went fishing every day
in the stream at the end of the garden,
made many friends
and had one of the most enjoyable times
of my childhood
that will always live within me.
5-6 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Turn It On
Reaching to another day
And the world is just one step away
Making money, aiming blind
Its time to change - leave it all behind
Turn it on - whenever you can
Turn it on - you know that you can
Hear the echos in you heart
Turn your mind in - then - make a start
Anything you want to be
Will soon become reality - then youll see
Turn it on - whenever you can
Turn it on - you know that you can
Youre out of touch - so turn it on
You dont need much - to burn it on
Take a different point of view
And discover just what you can do
Getting closer every day
Now the world is just a step away - (dontdelay)
Turn it on - whenever you can
Turn it on - you know that you can
You hit the top - so turn it on
Youll never stop - just burn it on
Turn it on (turn it on) - whenever you can
Turn it on (groovinon) - you know that you can
Turn it on (turn it on, yeah) - whenever you can
Turn it on (just movinon) - you know that you can
Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on
Turn it on
song performed by by Level 42
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Childhood - The 21st Century
How advanced they are, these children of the future,
Like small adults, within their tiny frames,
They grow up in a fast 'speed driven' culture,
Where 'learning pressures' change their kind of games,
Where is their childhood, in all this hurly burly,
Where is their pure untainted view of things,
Why do they have to grow so old, so early,
And lose the joy that only childhood brings.
Our childhood was filled with thoughts of joy and gladness,
We lived our lives, oblivious to the world
And all the hardships, wars, the grief and sadness,
We stood, waiting for our lives to be unfurled.
We had time to grow, and gain an understanding,
Of each new phase, each change along the way,
As we grew slowly, our senses all expanding,
So with clarity, we slowly changed our play.
We had a framework on which to build and flourish,
Slow and steady, this was no rushed affair,
Taking each step, then step by step to nourish,
Our childhood, so finally adulthood we would share.
What will become, of these 'New Century' learners,
I doubt if they, a dreamy childhood see,
Will they then tell to all those bright discerners
Of their own, how they remembered their childhood to be.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Mystery beast
Do you know me?
Thats the question you ask.
Well I know you allright.
I am the beast.
That fucks up your day.
What is this mystery beast.
The one that eats my day by day?
Why does this unforseen beast pick on me?
What did I ever do?
Oh mystery beast.
I can not see you.
But I sense your presence.
Please dont pocess my body.
Realease me please.
This mystery beast.
Runs through my vains.
Eating me day by day.
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Sonnet: God’s Love and Scriptures- Will Not Change
The world of men, women and children, change;
Their food-habits and dressing styles may change;
Their ways of talking, walking, laughing, change;
But Bible’s words are true and never change!
Man’s outlook and his sense of values change;
The weather, climate, seasons also change;
The water of rivers and seas may change,
But Scripture’s words are true and never change!
Man’s needs in life and ambitions may change
Man’s occupations, moral values, change
Man’s goals and approaches also may change,
But Holy Scripture’s words will never change.
The devils too, their tempting tactics, change;
God’s love for man is same and will not change.
poem by John Celes
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