Circles create soothing space, where even reticent people can realize that their voice is welcome.
quote by Margaret J. Wheatley
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When You Come Back To Me Again
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Theres a ship out, on the ocean
At the mercy of the sea
Its been tossed about, lost and broken
Wandering aimlessly
And God somehow you know that ship is me
cause theres a lighthouse, in the harbor
Shining faithfully
Pouring its light out, across the water
For this sinking soul to see
That someone out there still believes in me
On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on
Raining down, against the wind
Im reaching out til we reach the circles end
When you come back to me again
Theres a moment we all come to
In our own time and our own space
Where all that weve done, we can undo
If our hearts in the right place
On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on
Raining down, against the wind
Im reaching out til we reach the circles end
When you come back to me again
And again I see my yesterdays in front of me
Unfolding like a mystery
Youre changing all that is and used to be
On a prayer, in a song
I hear your voice and it keeps me hanging on
Raining down, against the wind
Im reaching out til we reach the circles end
When you come back to me again
When you come back to me again
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Corn Circles
Corn circles
Appearing all over the land
Corn circles
Appearing all over the land
Nobody knows where they come from
Nobody understands
Corn circles
Mysterious symbols in the fields
Corn circles
Mysterious symbols in the fields
No one knows - are they phony
Or maybe are they real?
Corn circles!
Corn circles!
Corn circles
Is somebody playing a trick?
Corn circles
Pixies, witches, hoaxers
Take your pick
Throw a few theories out there
See what sticks!
Corn circles!
Corn circles!
Corn circles
Patterns in the gold
Corn circles
Pretty patterns in the gold
Like something out of the future
Or something very old
Corn circles!
Corn circles!
song performed by by Waterboys
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Dark Circles
Never have I seen anything so clear and promising
As the landscape rolling before my eyes at this moment
Now I see that there is a force I must stop resisting
The readiness to rebuild is becoming more potent
The ashes of what used to be play in the dry wind
And I see a beautiful vision that looks so kind
Dark circles made of ash dance in the air around me
I begin to dance in the beautiful storm and I smile
Why is it that I laugh when there is no light to see?
Why do I dance when I will soon face a testing trial?
There is something exciting and humbling in darkness
From this darkness I will soon find a new grand happiness
In my heart I am feeling the new life. I feel paralyzing
In my mind I am prepared to rebuild. Nothing now stops me
I can feel that soon I will be on top and I’ll be blazing
I can feel that soon I will be revered and I’ll be free
So, why not dance with the swirls of ash so black and dry?
I would rather dance now then continue to hopelessly cry
Dark circles cover me from head to toe!
Dark circles decorate the dead landscape!
Dark circles are flying so high, like my hero!
Dark circles lead me to a grand escape!
Dark circles wrap around me and we fly!
Dark circles! A dance I always wanted to try!
All the ashes mold and form into black angels in the air
They reach out and take my hands and we run
Dark circles cover my eyes and dance through my hair
Dark figures lead me through the darkness to the sun
And in the end of the darkness I see a shining light!
It’s a mirror; it reflects me, a shining light so bright
Dark circles dance around me in celebration of a new birth
They fly high and fall down to create a wind so strong
My face is covered with colors from the burned earth
I do not look like a man. I look like a creature of wrong
I smile and I realize that this is my new territory
Dark circles form a new black castle free of any tragedy!
Dark ashes line the air and the skies!
Dark circles swirl through the land!
Dark circles vibrate with my joyful cries!
Dark circles run along my porcelain hand!
Dark circles shine new light into my life!
Dark circles bring new beauty to my eye…
poem by German Alcala
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A Magic Light
A magic light has filled the space.
Our Lord has sent it with a grace.
We paradise create in dreams
Wishing to live in love’s sunbeams.
The space of love we should create.
It would be so nice and great.
The space of peace for centuries,
For all the Earth’s countries.
©copyright Larisa Rzhepishevska
November 28th,2010
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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But, after all, the aim of art is to create space - space that is not compromised by decoration or illustration, space within which the subjects of painting can live.
quote by Frank Stella
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Even Those Paid to Be Biased
People are awakening to realize,
They've been played.
Even those paid to be biased,
To spy on others...
Find they've been set up,
To sit and quack like feathered ducks.
Eyes all over the place,
Are opening wide to see...
Exactly who those victims are.
And recognizing everyday,
The identity of the wolves.
And knowing they've been branded as sheep.
People are awakening to realize,
They've been played.
Even those paid to be biased,
To spy on others...
Find they've been set up,
To sit and quack like feathered ducks.
And the ones who tremble and shake in their limousines,
Find they feel desperate not to be revealed, caught or seen.
Afraid their deceiving and greedy days,
Rapidly lose in snob appeal and popularity.
And in their social circles they sweat, yes!
All of them are suffering in nervous regret!
People are awakening to realize,
They've been played.
Even those paid to be biased,
To spy on others...
Find they've been set up,
To sit and quack like feathered ducks.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Life's Not Always Fair
Life is the thing that all people have the right to,
But not all people have it the way they want it.
People take life for granted,
There's suicide, and homicide, People killing other people.
One thing I have learned is...
Life's not always fair, So deal with it.
Some people live and some people die,
Death is not always the answer.
The angels come down,
They take you away,
To what you think is the better place to be,
But you miss them...Family, friends, and being THERE!
You never realize what you have until it's gone,
Once it's gone then you realize what has really happened.
You cry and cry, You want to DIE!
People need to realize that, Life's not always fair
Don't die! Live life to the fullest!
And you will see, It can only get better.
No matter how bad things look,
Just realize one thing...LIFE'S NOT ALWAYS FAIR!
poem by Kristina White
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Thrusting Lines
Praised for single-minded devotion to duty only,
my lines subjected to minute scrutiny as I lack
the tools to reproduce literally; rephrasing to
create fluent, mellifluous texts is wrong
We are employed to be a conduit faithfully re-
laying source texts through mindless copy-
ing which causes my brain to shut down
so my boss thinks me incompetent
Unable to deal with the soothing repetition most
people deem a real treat, I'm learning to accept
being the worst official in history, not given any
responsibility, only checked and monitored
Lost access to my inner being while ignoring the
enchantment of words dancing in rhythmic lines,
I shall have to create a sacred space where
sound can be freed to reign supreme
Where the rhythm of lilting vowels formed into
notes with various beats by rushing, explosive
consonants, creates melodies rising and
falling in thrusting lines
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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America was established not to create wealth but to realize a vision, to realize an ideal - to discover and maintain liberty among men.
quote by Woodrow Wilson
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The Space
Eternity of the initial space
Creating space in space
Needing space to create space
Creating initial space.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Great Blue Sky
watching the great blue sky recede into the black space it really is,
listening to the lapping of an active lake under the great blue sky,
feeling the soothing warmth of an active lake under the great blue sky,
smelling the lotion passing into the soothing warmth of an active lake under the great blue sky,
tasting the freedom of summer as the lotion passes into the soothing warmth of an active lake under the great blue sky,
the great blue sky which recedes into the black space it really is.
poem by Kale Beaudry
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Circles
Friends come and friends go
As I go round and round in circles
Love someone change your mind
Decide he was a swine
As you go round and round in circles
He who knows does not speak
He who speaks does not know
And I go round in circles
Dislike someone and will not bend
Later they may become your best friend
As life it goes around in circles
He who knows does not speak
He who speaks does not know
And I go round in circles
Soul takes on a body with each birth we make our date
With life and death along the road the soul reincarnates
The show goes round and round in circles
When loss and gain and up and down
Becomes the same, then we stop going in circles
Round and round in circles
song performed by by George Harrison
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Primal Death
Space
Time
Space
Travel
Raining
Ai ming
Space
Time
Space
Expanding
Un iting
Increasing
Space
Time
Space
Sweeping
Restraining
Stretching
Space
Time
Space
Wrestling
Throwing
Throwi ng up
Space
Time
Space
Falling
Sinkin g
Overturning
Space
Time
Space
Whi rling
Space
Time
Space
Disturbing
Space
Time
Space
Whirring
Space
Ti me Space
Erring at
Nothing
poem by August Stramm
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My burning desire to create
MY BURNING DESIRE TO CREATE
So intense and so powerful
Like a furious burning fire
My desire to create is so powerful
So painful and so throbbing
Like a hungry child crying for food
My desire to create is so hopeful
So rigid and so consistent
Like a passionate entrepreneur
My passion to create is so unshakeable
Every hour that passes by I want to create
Every moment I spend I long to create
I have a living urge and desire to create
A living passion to express myself
A burning desire to live my true life
Sometimes I hide myself in the midst of business
At times I deliberately cloud my space with my busy life
Sometimes I try to hide away from my passion to create
Sometimes I try to narrow down the size of my passion
But regardless of all my efforts my desire always finds me
I am so transparent inside, my passion to create
Has invaded all my privacy inside
So strong and so powerful
Like a helpless child looking for love and security
My desire to create is so seeking and so burning.
poem by Tsholofelo Mooketsi
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April
April is eternal spring.
She sows the mirth for everything.
Her smiling sun and soothing showers
Create May’s ebullient flowers.
April assuages winter’s noose,
As snow and cold call annual truce.
Warmth and laughter then fill the air,
Replacing a somber season’s stare.
The year without April’s place,
Indeed would be a sterile space.
So thank you April for being here.
Your presence assures a happy year.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Do You Realize?
Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize - we're floating in space -
Do You Realize - that happiness makes you cry
Do You Realize - that everyone you know someday will die
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do You Realize - Oh - Oh - Oh
Do You Realize - that everyone you know
Someday will die -
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes - let them know
You realize that life goes fast
It's hard to make the good things last
You realize the sun doesn't go down
It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do You Realize - that you have the most beautiful face
Do You Realize
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Misfitness
I would not allow you in my space...
If I did not enjoy those expressions,
You create on your face.
With a bit of coy you employ to seduce.
You know you are too young for me.
Why do you tease?
What is it,
You wish me to reveal for you,
To see?
You introduce a misfitness to this.
Knowing our age differences...
Has me a little queasy.
And just a bit uneased.
You introduce a misfitness to this.
Why have you picked me,
To victimize and solicit!
I would not allow you in my space...
If I did not enjoy those expressions,
You create on your face.
With a bit of coy you employ to seduce.
You know you are too young for me.
Why do you tease?
What is it,
You wish me to reveal for you,
To see?
My willingness to strip naked?
With a promise your misfitness once given...
I can not resist and will miss.
After doing what is done on a firm mattress.
I would not allow you in my space...
If I did not enjoy those expressions,
You create on your face.
With a bit of coy you employ to seduce.
Introduced,
With applied misfitness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The people who are doing the work are the moving force behind the Macintosh. My job is to create a space for them, to clear out the rest of the organization and keep it at bay.
quote by Steve Jobs
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It's soothing to realize that my mind's processes are inherently uncontrollable.
quote by Rudy Rucker
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Before I Write These Lines
before i write these lines
it will take me perhaps
perchance
ten years more
to realize that the words
are worthy to be
written
the pain finally soothing
when we finally
said goodbye
when we realize
that goodbyes seasoned
by the spices of time
that after all the bitter herb
too gives
a nice taste to the buds
so that when we meet again
we smile
we remember those tears
we thought salty
now, we say though silently
how funny
how misplaced sentimentally
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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