I did not lose myself all at once. I rubbed out my face over the years washing away my pain, the same way carvings on stone are worn down by water.
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The foolish are like ripples on water, For whatsoever they do is quickly effaced; But the righteous are like carvings upon stone, For their smallest act is durable.
Take Me To The River
I dont know why I love her like I do
All the changes you put me through
Take my money, my cigarettes
I havent seen the worst of it yet
I wanna know that youll tell me
I love to stay
Take me to the river, drop me in the water
Take me to the river, dip me in the water
Washing me down, washing me down
I dont know why you treat me so bad
Think of all the things we could have had
Love is an ocean that I cant forget
My sweet sixteen I would never regret
I wanna know that youll tell me
I love to stay
Take me to the river, drop me in the water
Push me in the river, dip me in the water
Washing me down, washing me
Hug me, squeeze me, love me, tease me
Till I cant, till I cant, till I cant take no more of it
Take me to the water, drop me in the river
Push me in the water, drop me in the river
Washing me down, washing me down
I dont know why I love you like I do
All the troubles you put me through
Sixteen candles there on my wall
And here am I the biggest fool of them all
I wanna know that youll tell me
I love to stay
Take me to the river and drop me in the water
Dip me in the river, drop me in the water
Washing me down, washing me down.
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Sound Floats Across Water
Sound floats across water.
Water falls steadily.
Steadily skitters down drains
To drain energy.
Drain away existence.
The slow churning river we call life,
Churning ever on,
On to oblivion.
Oblivious the river flows
Drowns out the human cry.
Relentless in its rush to the sea.
See it empty,
Empty us,
Drown us.
Sink us with a wash of disappointment.
Washing our souls clean.
Washing us away.
Clean off the earth's face.
Faced with oblivion.
Forgotten we forget.
Lose ourselves.
Are lost.
Sound flows across water.
Copyright P H Brookes 2012
poem by Paul Brookes
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Washing Of The Water
River, river carry me on
Living river carry me on
River, river carry me on
To the place where I come from
So deep, so wide, will you take me on your back for a ride
If I should fall, would you swallow me deep inside
River, show me how to float
I feel like Im sinking down
Thought that I could get along
But here in this water
My feet wont touch the ground
I need something to turn myself around
Going away, away towards the sea
River deep, can you lift up and carry me
Oh roll on though the heartland
til the sun has left the sky
River, river carry me high
til the washing of the water make it all alright
Let your waters reach me like she reached me tonight
Letting go, its so hard
The way its hurting now
To get this love untied
So tough to stay with thing
cause if I follow through
I face what I denied
I get those hooks out of me
And I take out the hooks that I sunk deep in your side
Kill that fear of emptiness, loneliness I hide
River, oh river, river running deep
Bring me something that will let me get to sleep
In the washing of the water will you take it all away
Bring me something to take this pain away
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Water.
Water drips off my body
Red water
Black water
Water that looks like glass as it rolls down my face
Stop the pain
Stop the water
Stop the liquid pouring from my body
Feel the pain
Breathe it in
Taste the hurt flowing
Flowing
Ever so smoothly
Ever so beautifully
Red water
Black water
Water that looks like glass and cuts like a knife
Red water
Looking so pretty
Glistening in the light
Black water
Staining my soul
Streaking my face
Making my pain visible
Water that looks like glass
Falls on my body
Seeps through my pores
I feel nothing inside
So breathe it in
Feel the pain
Let it hurt
And let it heal
Cuz you'll be dead soon enough.
April 5 2010
Copyright by Elaine Cole 2010
poem by Elaine Eatsbabies
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The Pacific Age
The pacific age
Is growing strong
Its arms embrace witth a killing grace
It shakes your hand as it takes your place
The modern age
Like a slow revenge
A wave that breaks over distant shores
It begs for mercy
And it take some more and more and more
The pacific age
Comes down like rain
Washing over us again and again
Its spreading west
Like a speeding train
As the wheels slow down and we lose the game
The pacific age
Tells no lies
A dream that calls like an open door
It keeps you hoping
And it takes some more and more and more
The pacific age
Comes down like rain
Washing over us again and again
Its spreading west
Like a speeding train
As the wheels slow down and we lose the game
The pacific age
Comes down like rain
Washing over us again and again
Its spreading west
Like a speeding train
As the wheels slow down and we lose the game
The pacific age
Has no regrets
It feeds on dreams
It wins its bets
A new dawn breaks from east to west
And the plans we made stop making sense
The pacific age
It calls your name
It bites you hand, you feel no pain
And racing home. you run in vane
As your heart slows down and you lose the game
song performed by by Omd
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You Are The Sea
The cruelest thing to someone like me
You wash towards me, covering everything
Then pull away and disappear again
You infiltrate every cell of me
I gladly wrap my hope and joy in you
Then you gradually disappear again
I've been sitting in this hotel room for so long
I keep thinking I hear the phone ringing
But it's not
I keep thinking I see the sun rising
But it's not
It's just the sea
Playing its tricks on me
I say too much on the subject
I dwell too long on the subject
Can't shake your face
Can't shake your name from my head
Said too much again
I've said too much again
The cruelest thing to someone like me
Is what I do to myself, waiting for high-tide
Ignoring everything I have, torturing myself
The craziness in me is just spilling over
Diving into shallow water from the rocks
Forgetting everything I have, torturing myself
I've been sitting at this bar for far too long
I keep thinking I hear your voice behind me
But I'm wrong
I keep thinking I see you walking by
But I'm wrong
It's just the sea
Playing its tricks on me
It's been nearly a year of concentrated longing now
Nearly a year of pining after the sea and the girl
Nearly a year and no single step closer
Nearly a year and still I don't know her
I keep thinking this is what I really need
But it's not
I keep thinking this is all so clear
But I'm wrong
It's just the sea
Playing its tricks on me
You are the sea
Playing your tricks on me
You are the sea
And I should let go
I should let go
Why can't I let go?
Is pain all I can know?
I'm washing my hands
I'm washing my hands of you
I'm washing them
In the sea
I'm washing my hands of you
Washing them
In the sea
And letting go of you
I'm letting go of the sea...
(2009)
poem by B. Alexander
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Here I Stand
dancing in the rain
feeling the cold drops on my face
washing all the pain and hurt and sadness away
filling me with a new strength and a new peace
a sense of calm and tranquility among the thunder
washing away the tears of sadness
big drops of rain
falling onto my upturned face
the beauty and strength of the storm
rush through my bones
making me believe
in fate
in love
in myself
making me believe
that one day
the sun will come out
and this will be
nothing
but a
dream.
poem by Ms. Orchid
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Washed Away
It's hard to tell
what exactly is streaking my face
the water pouring over me
or the water leaving my eyes
Trying to use the scolding hot water
use it to wash away everything
the world
the pain
The warm water
running over me
then to the drain
taking nothing with it
The cool water
flowing into the drain
none of the pain circling with it
no matter how much I want it to
The cold water
making me shiver
numbing me
inside and out
Ice cold water
freezing my veins
finally ridding me of pain
leaving nothing
The only sign of life
is the slight shiver
I get when I think of what happen
when I think of her.
poem by Kaysen Fraker
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Whos Gonna Stop The Rain
Written by carl sturken - evan rogers
(oh, oh, oh)
There is no rose without a thorn
No rain without the storm
(oh, oh, oh)
There is no laughter without tears
No wisdom without years
(oh, oh, oh)
In a world gone crazy
Torn between the roads
That we must choose
Win or lose
If every soul should lose its way
If every face should lose its name
Tell me whos gonna stop the rain?
(oh, oh, oh)
(oh, oh, oh)
(oh, oh, oh)
Each day another boy and girl
Sets foot into this world
(oh, oh, oh)
One reaches out to touch the sky
One never learns to fly
(oh, oh, oh)
Where is it written in the stone
That any child should walk alone
Out on their own?
If no one tries to end this game
Or find a way to ease the pain
Tell me whos gonna stop the rain?
(oh, oh, oh)
Whos gonna stop
The rain?
I said whos gonna stop the rain?
Hey, hey, yeah
How many rivers must we cross before we learn
That the flood is rising high
And the bridges all have burned
Each time another dream is washed into the sea
Its another piece of you
Its another piece of
Me
Oh yeah
(oh, oh, oh)
Sure as the blood runs through your veins
Sure as the falling rain, oh yeah
(oh, oh, oh)
Well taste the tears of each defeat
The bitter and the sweet, yeah, oh yeah
(oh, oh, oh)
As the days grow colder
Wonder if well ever see the sun
When winter comes, yeah
If no one stands to take the weight
If no one answers to the blame
Tell me whos gonna stop the rain?
(oh, oh, oh)
(oh, oh, oh)
(oh, oh, oh)
Whos gonna stop the rain?
If every soul should lose its way
If every face should lose its name
If no one tries to end this game
Or find a way to ease the pain
Whos gonna stop the rain?
(oh, oh, oh)
If no one stands to take the weight
If no one answers to the blame
Tell me whos gonna stop?
Whos gonna stop
The rain?
(oh, oh, oh)
(oh, oh, oh)
Whos gonna stop the ?
song performed by by Anastacia
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Footprints in the Snow
footprints in the snow.
tiny unnamed orphan lifetimes
that melt without a sound
and are lost forever.
candlewax melted to the formless,
mountains worn down over a millennia...
the faces of wrinkled old men
and newborn babies, one and the same.
the fleeting dance of a butterfly,
a river singing across centuries.
70 years,50 years,20 years, ...
or maybe just tonite!
coming back over and over again,
or dissolving like ash into the wind.
a dropp of rain, or the surge of an ocean,
stone stacked upon stone, or thistle?
footprints in the snow...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Hunger Moon
Under a full hunger moon
her children in a ring
she stands at the hub
a basket of stones at the right
a February-cold jug of water
fresh from the stream
on the other.
Each one came barefoot
touching the earth
bare arms reaching up
to an unrelenting sky.
'Choose a stone' she said
'Place it under your left foot.
Stone does not yield. There will
be times when you must be
like stone.'
And over the reaching arms
walking within her family circle
she gently rained water down.
'Water does not resist. There
will be times when you must be
like water. Close your eyes
feel like stone like water.'
poem by Beryl Baigent
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Water
[Verse 1]
Moving down the streams of my lifetime
Pulls the fascination in my sleeve
Cooling off the fire of my longing
Boiling off my cold within his heat
Melting down the walls of inhibition
Evaporating all of my fears
Baptizing me into complete submission
Dissolving my condition with his tears
[Chorus]
He's just like the water
I ain't felt this way in years
He's just like the water
I ain't felt this way in years
[Verse 2]
Coursing through my senses, he's prevailing
Floating through the space of my design
Drowning me to find my inside sailing
Drinking in the mainstream of his mind
Filling up the cup of my emotions
Spilling over into all I do
If I only I could get lost in his ocean
Surviving on the thought of loving you
[Chorus]
He's just like the water
I ain't felt this way in years
He's just like the water, the water
I ain't felt this way in years
[Verse 3]
Bathing in the fountain of his essence
He causes my expression to remain
Humbled on a mountain by his presence
Washing my intentions with his name
Sealing off the floodgates of his passions
Saving all his liquid for his own
Moisturizing me to satisfaction
In my imagination? No no!
He's pouring out his soul to me for hours and hours
Drawing out my nature with his hands
Yearning I'm so thirsty for his power
Burning to be worthy of his land
[Chorus]
He's just like the water
I ain't felt this way in years
He's just like the water
I ain't felt this way in years
[Ad Libs Remainder]
Cleaning me
He's purging me
And moving me around
He's b
song performed by by Lauryn Hill
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Serene Love
as we step into the
clear water of the river
we create the ripples
we lose sight of the
face of the blue clouds
we find for ourselves
an embroidery of
drifting leaves
we dip our bodies to
the coolness of the water
i search for serene love
at the bottom where
you are waiting
we kiss and embrace
beside the slippery stone
the moss is green
each step as slippery as
an ell
each kiss and breath a
bubble we send
to the surface of the river
the water flows farther and farther
until we begin not to see what happens.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Dada Da-da da. (Call Everything By Its Proper Name)
So you call 'the rain' in pain.
In pain you call 'the rain'
the rain, the rain, the rain
that molten lava rain,
that beats the windowpane,
that is the blade tht cuts your face.
the rain that runs down swollen face,
water like lace,
water like lace on your face,
so the lace, lace, lace
traces your face, face, face
rain, pane, train
and everything' in pain.
The rain is the pain,
that cuts your face with a blade,
so your blood it runs like lace,
blood lace, bloodied lace,
on your face
your face, your face.
poem by Ursula De La Mer
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If I Should Lose This Love
I seen highways in the rain
Waved goodbye to midnight trains
I seen sweet dreams disappear
All my life
I felt cold wind cut my skin
Waiting on ships that never came in
But I never cried real tears until tonight
If I should lose this love
If you should turn away
I couldnt bear to face
One more day
If I should lose this love
I couldnt stand the pain
I can do without better things in life and still get by
But if I should lose this love oh baby
I might just lay down & die
I staggered on the edge of hell
Stealing coins from wishing wells
And if the world went up in flames
What did I care
But when I look into your eyes
You know I suddenly realize
For the first time in my life baby Im scared
If I should lose this love
If you should turn away
I couldnt bear to face
One more day
If I should lose this love
I couldnt stand the pain
I can do without better things in life and still get by
But if I should lose this love oh baby
I might just lay down & die
I dont want to lose this love
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Dreaming Again
Like the water running
Washing away every stone on its way
I find myself dreaming again
Dreaming …of this infinity love.
Undying moments of ecstasy
Flowing thru my veins
Boiling my heart with your warmth
Like the water running
I catch myself dreaming again
Dreaming of this platonic moment
To last thru eternity
Unforgettable thoughts
Trespassing thru my soul
Like the water running
One day our love
Will rise again
I find myself dreaming again
A promise that this love
Will never end!
poem by Jade da Rocha
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The Threshold Stone
WHEN I went to live in the little house,
That stands on the hilltop alone,
What touched me most of all
Was neither roof nor wall,
But the smooth, worn face of its old threshold stone.
For when I entered that little house,
With its four rooms cool in the heat,
And its windows clean and bright,
There it lay, new-washed and white,
With its tale of the coming and the going of feet.
Then I lost count of time in that little house,
And the world and its things all about,
And I hearkened there, alone,
To the footfalls on that stone,
Of the young coming in and the old going out.
And the folk that had dwelt in that little house,
They were mute, spectre-mute, at my side —
The young man, strong and bold,
And the grey man, wise and old,
And the little, pinched woman and the new-made bride.
Oh, often in haste to that little house
Came love in the night-time alone,
And dallied there a while,
With a little, wistful smile,
And with feather-weight feet on the old threshold stone.
And men hurried home to that little house
When the round of the daytime was o'er
With its worry, heat and noise,
And kissed their girls and boys,
And the patient little mothers that waited at the door.
Though I dwell now no more in that little house
That stands on the hilltop alone,
Yet this I got from it —
This human story writ
On the smooth, worn face of its old threshold stone.
Though they take stone from stone in that little house,
Making litter of all it has been.
Yet they shall not destroy
All the grief, all the joy,
All the youth, all the love that its threshold has seen.
poem by Roderic Quinn
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Ice shelves in general have episodic carvings and there can be large icebergs breaking off - I'm talking 100km or 200km long - every 10 or 20 or 50 years.
quote by Ian Allison
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Pain...What is it?
Pain...What is pain?
Pain...get wrapped in the head with a baseball bat,
That could be called pain.
Pain...get kicked in the gut by a cowboy boot,
That might cause a little pain.
Pain...poke a needle in your eye,
That might cause a little pain.
Pain...get your fingers caught in a motorcycle chain,
That might cause a little pain.
Pain...jump in front of a train,
That might cause a little pain.
Pain...lose control while flyin' a plane,
That might cause a little pain.
Pain...There ain't ever no gain in pain.
poem by Axe Timson
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