I have walked around the same streets so many times, and then seen a place that had been hidden to me. I now know the sites in a way that makes me think I could have made better use of the connections between place and snowball.
quote by Andy Goldsworthy
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The Last Place God Made
Ive seen the best of times
Ive seen the worst of times
been around and Ive taken my chances
(but) I could never be tied down
Too many questions--not enough answers
Then I laid eyes on you
I knew right there and then
This would be more than a passing encounter
My fate is bound to yours
Ive found a cause right here
And if this is the last place God made
And yours is the last face I see
Just feeling close to you
Thats good enough for me
Weve seen the best of times
Weve seen the worst of times
Been through hell and high water together
Diamond bright and tear stained memries
These are the times Ill remember forever
If you believe in me--like I believe in you
Without a care for the why or the wherefore
I will be there for you
And youll be there for me
And if this is the last place God made
And yours is the last face I see
Just feeling close to you
Its good enough for me
If this is the last place God made
You know its the only place I want to be
Just feeling close to you
Thats good enough for me
If this is the last place God made
You know its the only place I want to be
Just feeling close to you
Its good enough for me
song performed by by Peter Cetera
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These sites have torn down the geographical divide that once prevented long distance social relationships from forming, allowing instant communication and connections to take place and a virtual second life to take hold for its users.
quote by Mike Fitzpatrick
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Same Place, Same Time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
The coffee’s hot
And the company is good
Conversation flows, as it should
A joke or two
And when all is said and done
We’re right back to where we begun
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
These crowded streets
I balance tight roped on the curb
Car screeches past, a scream is heard
De ja vu
Yes I’ve been here before
Time moves slowly as traffic stalls
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Break
It was good
You were sublime
I’m so glad that we spent the time
Time is short
What we have is rare
Love is oxygen with you there
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Same place, same time
Copyright 2006 (updated 2010)
poem by Colin Coplin
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Live In A Hiding Place
There are times that I should try,
To be so much more alive
But if time was right then I would be with you again
Or do you worry that I try to avoid the point
And then deny
The time I spent deciding it was you again
It's when I live in a hiding place
It's the only way I feel safe
When I'm safe in a hiding place
(That's not hidden now)
I'm safe in a hiding place
It's the only way I feel safe
When I'm safe in a hiding place
And you're full of facts
But not things that could add up to words
Think about meaning more as an after word
As in afterward
I return but don't remain,
I'm impatient for a reason
To complain about winter,
Making me see through again
Or is it your damaged reply,
That makes me realize that
The more I try
The less that plans will help me comprehend again
So I live in a hiding place
It's the only way I feel safe
When I'm safe in a hiding place
(That's not hidden now)
I'm safe in a hiding place
It's the only way I feel safe
When I live in a hiding place
And you're full of facts
But not things that could add up to words
You think about meaning more as an after word
And you're full of facts
But not things that could add up to words
You think about meaning more as an after word
As in afterward
song performed by by Idlewild
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Between our dreams and then our lives.
There's a little place that lies
Between our dreams and then our lives
Its a place where we should always spend some time.
Its the place where lovers meet
Its the place that on the street
Separates me from simply what is mine.
Its the place where bank accounts
And concerns about amounts
Take second place to what it is that matters.
Its sometimes hidden in the mind
But its there for us to find
If we will only just stop idle chatter.
It's a place that is our own
It's been with us while we've grown
It's the inner peace within the outer wrapping.
It's not taught to you at school
And doesn't follow any rules
It's the soul we have and without which we're lacking.
poem by David Keig
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Growing up human is uniquely a matter of social relations rather than biology. What we learn from connections within the family takes the place of instincts that program the behavior of animals; which raises the question, how good are these connections?
quote by Elizabeth Janeway
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This Is The Place
I have come from a long distance to be patient in this place,
I am remaining, I am staying where I am to stall, and this is the place.
I have to be a perseverance, for my progeny shall require dedication,
The same direction that is to be followed is surely then rainfall, and this is the place.
To love another being because of his virtue is surely the journey too great,
May feet and hands be covered, so that hearts are unfurled to reinstall, and this is the place.
I have a sport for my deity to love me for, and that is the supreme joy,
It entertains my soul forcing its tail to end up in a pitfall, and this is the place.
My shoes are invented by the great teacher of manners and education,
What can we mean now that I have shown you the truth to scrawl in this place?
A building will collapse forming love like an army so bladed by routing,
The sincere truth is to love the friendships and kill like a snowball, and this is the place.
My days are numbered, the nights have been worded by the scribes,
A living voyage of the seas entails my progeny to be small, this is the place.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Place Where Light Is
In these cold rainy nights,
In these streets, in these dreams
I'll walk in my solitude
To a place where light is.
Do not ask who I am,
Do not ask where I go-
I've lost all direction,
Yet I always knew this-
I'll find my way back
To a place where light is.
No, it can't be that far-
I've walked many miles,
I've seen it in a smile
Of a girl like a breeze-
I'll find my way back
To a place where light is.
I've been walking in darkness
Of frozen minds,
I saw hearts that were numb
And eyes that were blind,
I saw tears and pain,
War and disease,
But I just kept on walking
To a place where light is.
Yes, I know it's near,
By those mulberry trees
And those valleys of daffodils,
Where the hummingbirds sing,
Where my love rests in waiting
With a smile like a breeze-
Yes, I'll find my way back
To a place where light is.
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Teleportation
So many pages written about the end of the world,
thus there is no more spare room in the brain for them.
How would you approach it?
Hidden in a cathedral, surrounded by false believers?
With your folks, at home, sitting around the table?
In the porch swing, drinking costly wine?
It's original.
In no place and any place.
Alone, in a black hole.
Aha, it seems you've hidden before God.
What cheer!
Lamentably.
A sudden teleportation in a better place.
poem by Marzena Mackojc, translated by Dan Costinaş
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City Streets
The gaudy glow of neon lights
dispels the darkness of the nights
on city streets.
They pop and fizzle noisily
creating a cacophony
on city streets.
The sober folks walk warily
and drunks stagger uncaringly
on city streets.
The ladies of the night parade
for there is money to be made
on city streets.
Drug dealers ready to retreat
if they should hear a coppers feet
on city streets.
The night shift workers wend their way
towards their work to start their day
on city streets.
The noisy revellers thin out
as one by one the signs go out
on city streets.
The gradually noises abate
and ghostly shadow congregate
on city streets.
For some few hours peace will reign
before the noise will start again
on city streets.
The early morning traffic sounds
start with the milkmen on their rounds
on city streets.
This builds up to an angry roar
as cars and lorries inward pour
on city streets
then when at last rush hour has passed
noise levels will subside at last
on city streets
I thank the lord that I am free
to leave this noise far behind me
on city streets.
I walked my beat the whole night
through exactly as I’m paid to do
on city streets.
I choose to live outside the town
where constant noise won’t get me down
on city streets.
My village is a quiet place
A haven where I need not face
the noisy streets.
8-Jun-07
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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No Hiding Place
Every time Ive run away from you
You searched me out and found me
I build a wall, surround myself
Youve found a way around it
Everywhere I go into this big old world
Youre just one step behind me
I turn around and there you are, ready to remind me
Woah, baby, let me, let me go
Honey dont you know
There is no hiding place, nowhere to go, nowhere safe
There is no hiding place
There is no where sale, to disappear without a trace
There is no hiding place
I walked the streets, I drank in bars
Tryin to forget you
I rode the subway end to end
I wish Id never met you
Its in your smile, the way you dress
A little on the wild side
I cant get away from you babe, no matter how I try
Woah, baby, let me, let me go
Honey dont you know
There is no hiding place, nowhere to go, nowhere safe
There is no hiding place
There is no where sale, to disappear without a trace
There is no hiding place
Woah never let me, let me go
Honey, dont you know
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Foreigner
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Homelessness In Winter
back about 30 years ago,
living on the streets in Charlotte...
finally found a job... was lucky enough
to have a place to take a shower...
sleeping in the backseat of a broke
down Ford Maverick... cold winter...
got up and walked 4 miles to work
every morning,4 miles 'home' in the
evening...
went on for a couple months before
i got a place to live...
so yes i know what homelessness
feels like...and i cant help thinking
about all the empty foreclosed houses....
empty houses, homeless people....
back then, even if you couldnt find a
real job, they had a place where you
could go and line up to do day work...
worked all day for about 25 dollars...
if you couldnt do that, you could always
sell blood.... i dont know what they do
now....i just know it's a hard life...and if
you've got family, got kids...
something to think about the next time
you see a homeless person walking the
streets!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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In Daydreams
In daydreams, I seek
a place where I have been
and wish I could have stayed.
A place where the air was clean
and not affected by pollution,
a place where in quiet times there
no heads of confusion fret.
A place where friends sheltered you
with cloaks of love and care.
A place where at sunset
everything felt at peace
to trampling troubles
or stabbing fingers.
Just a place where tranquillity lay
in daydreams I wish
once more to be there.
13 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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HoMe~ What Is It?
WHAT IS HOME?
Home is a Sanctuary?
A Scape Goat?
A Hidden Place you will love?
Home is a Fight?
A War?
A Place Unwanted?
A place of Relief.
or is it
A place of Chaos.
WHAT IS HOME?
poem by Valerie Nicole Garcia
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What Is A Barn?
A barn is many things-
A barn is a fun place
To run, romp, and play.
It is also a place of refuge,
On hot or stormy days.
A barn is a storage place
For all your tools, grain, and hay.
It is also a place to unwind,
When you have had a tough day.
A barn becomes God's sanctuary,
When you begin to pray
It is also a place of work,
When work is needing done.
A barn is a place
Where freindships can be made
It is also a place
Where new life is born.
A barn is a place
To try with all your might
And finally when its doors are closed,
'Tis safety from the night.
A barn is a place for horses,
And it is a place for cows
A barn is also a hayloft,
Full of little meows
A barn is the Inn
Where our Savior was born
God, our Savior,
Christ, our Lord.
A barn is a work place,
A barn is a play place
A barn is a great place
A barn is a training ring...
A barn is..
Well, when it comes right
Down to it,
A barn is everything!
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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Streets I have Walked
As I walk the streets of
Ill-fated expectations-
I have often crossed
Over to the other side
Of that street that leads to
Misfortune, and at best
Oblivion-
The streets I have walked before have always
Lead to nowhere-
I hear the sound of footsteps behind me and
Voices speaking in some foreign tongue-
My eyes meet with those of strangers-
Unsmiling and threatening –
I lose myself inside the world of my dreams-
Inside this world I deny access by intruders-
This place I carry with me with each and every step-
I hear thunder and the sound of beating drums
Resonating inside of my mind-
Fearful and suspicious- I break into a run.
In my time I have walked many streets and
Have never found my place in this world
Madly spinning about my own bright star-
As the sun sets, I realize that light is shining hope and peace
Over the street I once believed lead to
Misfortune and oblivion-
In this life I have walked many streets before
Not knowing in which direction or
Where these streets have lead to-
I find myself in the midst of nowhere,
But there is no turning back, as I have
Already crossed over to the other side-
All that I have left is that one bright star to guide me-
Lost inside this world of my thoughts, I wish upon that star
With hope that I may find myself someday-
So I shall keep walking the streets paved before me until
I find the one that reaches my destination-
My guiding light is my inner strength-I now realize and
That light is brighter than the sun or any star and shines with
Every step I walk- and on the day the sun burns out and stars
Cease to exist- this strength I carry within shall forever be the torch that
Guides me-
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Shadow of a WallFlower's Plea
Mind and heart
Working together
To cause this headache
Created from a weary mind
Being overburdened
Filled with
More than the mind can take
More than the heart can feel.
Mind and heart
Working together
For the greater good
The good of the greater?
You all look at me
And see just a girl
Just another one
With so many connections
(Not to the right things)
To the obscure
Mindless path.
Just a shadow of
What I used to be
Wallflower
Invisible.
Just a shadow
To you
But to me
The real thing.
I still think
And feel
The same way
As the wallflowers do.
Just now
Set in a different place
New connections you see
Old connections you don't
What I want
Is being blurred.
New connections you see
Old connections you don't
What do I need?
This headache
Burdening my heart.
Heartache
Headache
Heartache? Yes?
What do you know.
What I don't know.
Just please
Attempt to understand
My head hurts
More than my heart can take.
My heart hurts
More than my mind can know.
Attempt to understand
This broken plea
From the shadow
Of the wallflower
I used to be.
poem by Thamer Mager
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Everything Falls Into Place
I know what you're thinking
It's all got to go
At times driven along by the meaning
I need colours me to fade
Everything falls into place
Everything falls in to favour
Everything falls into place
And then we all go mad
and throw it away
We all go mad and throw it away
I see what you're doing'
Makes sense after all
my hearts telling me I'm not mistaken
It feels better than I can believe
Everything falls into place
Everything falls into favour
everything falls into place
And then we all go mad and throw it away
We all go mad and throw it away
We all go mad and we throw it away
I said we all go mad and throw it away
song performed by by Sophie Ellis Bextor from Read My Lips
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Where I Wanna Be
Talking all the talk that makes me feel strong
Going all the places where smiles greet me
Cant get it through my head
That I did nothing wrong
It would be easier if I had myself to blame
But its pouring rain under my umbrella
Chorus:
I tried walking around,
round these streets by myself
Said pretty girl dont look down
But I could look no place else
The smiles, the bed, the telephone
And still I cant make him see
And I cant call this life my own
Cause Im not where I want to be
Going out with the girls on a saturday night
Reaching out to strangers
So I dont feel deeply moved
Yeah theyre my friends and I like them alright
But they cant do the things that we used to do
So Ive got to say that I miss you baby
Chorus
Its amazing how one little broken heart
Can radiate so much pain
Some guy looked at me and then he turned away
Saw my eyes sayin I will never fall again
Dont look down
But I could look no place else
The smiles, the bed, the telephone
Still I cant make him see
I cant call my life my own
Cause Im not where I want to be
I tried walking around,
By myself
Said pretty girl dont look down
But I could look no place else
The smiles, the bed, the telephone
Still I cant make him see
I cant call this life my own
Cause Im not where I want to be
round these streets by myself
Said pretty girl dont look down
But I could look no place else
The smiles, the bed, the telephone
And still I cant make him see
I cant call this life my own
Cause Im not where I want to be
No, Im not where I want to be
Oh noo, no no
No, Im not where I want to be
No, Im not where I want to be
Oh no, Im not where I want to be
No, Im not where I want to be
No, Im not where I want to be
No no, Im not where I want to be
I tried walking around,
round these streets by myself
Said pretty girl dont look down
But I could look no place else
The smiles, the bed, the telephone
And still I cant make him see
And I cant call this life my own
Cause Im not where I want to be
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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To Quiet... To Hold On
Each life needs
It’s own quiet place
Each life needs
To savor joy’s taste
A place where time stops
But for a moment worry is gone
Each life needs to quiet...
To hold on
Floating with the grace
Of the resting fawn
Each life needs to quiet...
To go on
Each life needs
A quiet place where tears can dropp
Where life’s eddies of trouble
Spinning downward
To be changed into joy
Foaming joy, floats to the top
Expanding like bubbles
Beginning to pop
Each life needs to quiet...
To bring their best to the top
It’s where all thoughts come together
Making the connections
In my heart and mind
I travel to this place by reflection
In this quiet place letting go
Can cause tears quite a bit
But like a river
Joy flows right through it
(Inspired by the memory of a weekend stay at the Cascade River after returning from the service.)
poem by Duane Botzek
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