Follow your bliss and the universe will open doors where there were only walls.
quote by Joseph Campbell
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When you follow your bliss... doors will open where you would not have thought there would be doors and where there wouldn't be a door for anyone else.
quote by Joseph Campbell
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Where you go
When we finally part ways
I like to see where you escape
From the clutches of my hands
I will follow you
As you go to green, cooler fields
Or to the white cheerful foams of the sea
I shall know
To always follow you
In bliss
If you escape however
And take flight towards the recesses of your heart
And the secret paths of your veins
I will not follow you
Your body now has walls
Impenetrable
I shall be blocked
By the coldness of your heart
There are no doors
Or windows where I can possibly enter
You have shut yourself
With all your skins
Where no white bones can ever be seen
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Packt Like Sardines In A Crushd Tin Box
there are bomb? doors and there are revolving doors doors on the rudders of big ships and there are revolving doors there are doors that open by themselves there are sliding doors and there are secret doors there are doors that lock and doors that don't there are doors that let you in and out but never open but there are trap doors that you can't come back from
song performed by by Radiohead
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Pull / Pulk Revolving Doors
There are barn doors
And there are revolving doors
Doors on the rudders of big ships
And there are revolving doors
There are doors that open by themselves
There are sliding doors
And there are secret doors
There are doors that lock
And doors that dont
There are doors that let you in
And out
But never open
But there are trapdoors
That you cant come back from
song performed by by Radiohead
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Pull Pulk Revolving Doors
There are barn doors
And there are revolving doors
Doors on the rudders of big ships
We are revolving doors
There are doors that open by themselves
There are sliding doors
And there are secret doors
There are doors that lock
And doors that don't
There are doors that let you in
And out
But never open
But they are trapdoors
That you can't come back from
song performed by by Radiohead
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I've spoken of the shining city all my political life, but I don't know if I ever quite communicated what I saw when I said it. But in my mind it was a tall proud city built on rocks stronger than oceans, wind-swept, God-blessed, and teeming with people of all kinds living in harmony and peace, a city with free ports that hummed with commerce and creativity, and if there had to be city walls, the walls had doors and the doors were open to anyone with the will and the heart to get here. That's how I saw it and see it still.
quote by Ronald Reagan
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San Antonio
san antonio
lead us to a place
where we are lost
and let us find
the way where we
can find our
way back home:
an empty space
a nothingness
a place where the
walls are not painted
where the doors are
not locked where the
windows look out
into an open universe
where all of us
are alive with living
fires where we become
shooting stars that
children see whose
mothers tell them:
make a wish!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Doors will open
Doors will shut, open and close
I ask of you not to cry
While your troubles stir and fry
I ask of you not to sigh
Write this down with a pen
I cannot say when
Nevertheless, doors will open
Find those loose ends and tie them with a knot
Make some effort
Do not listen to any buts
You are the main decider
The one and only jockey rider
Of your own track events
Try to be patient
Not all rewards are heaven sent
So write this down with a pen
I cannot say when
Nevertheless, doors will open
Believe in yourself
Set out your goals
Think about yesterday, today and tomorrow
Keep walking even if hit by blows
Sometimes progress itself is slow
Yet, when it strikes you out of the blue
You will realise that it is indeed true
Doors will open!
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Twenty-One
A Birthday cake for you,
A Slice of Chocolate Heaven,
It may be too sweet for you,
That's why it's a fake one.
Today you get your keys
Can open many doors,
Watch out for cheeky monkeys,
That hide behind the doors.
Sometimes you get donkeys,
You better slam the doors!
If it is a wolly wookie,
Dash quickly out the doors!
If it turns out Chucky,
You better lock the doors!
I hope that you are lucky,
Waiting behind the doors,
If that is your destiny,
He will find you and be yours.
Happy Birthday Dear!
It's Hard to Grow
Little do they know,
Each season has an ending.
With one clean sweep...
What was no longer is to be!
It's hard to grow,
And go through doors that have to close.
But for them...
They want these doors stayed open.
But they've been stopped...
Hitting bottom from the top.
Dropped and blocked.
Little do they know,
Each season has an ending...
Swoosh
With one clean sweep...
What was no longer is to be!
Oh Lawd it's hard to grow,
And go through doors that have to clossssuup.
But for them...
They want these doors stayed open.
Little do they know,
Each season has an ending.
With one clean sweep...
What was no longer is to be!
It's hard to grow,
And go through doors that have to close.
But for them...
They want these doors stayed open.
But for them...
They want these doors stayed open.
But for them...
These doors will not be opened again!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Saturday
I'm good to go
And I'm going nowhere fast
It could be worse
It could be taking you there with me
I'm good to go
But it looks like I'm still on my own
I'm good to go
For something golden
Though the motions I've been going through have failed
And I'm coasting on potential towards the wall
At a 100 miles an hour
When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can't sleep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Pete and I attacked
And lost the story
Oh we promised them decisions
The mass of youthful innocence
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived more than an hour (more than an hour)
When I say
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door (yeah)
I can't sleep
In the wake of Saturday (Saturday)
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
And I read about the afterlife
But I never really lived
Two more weeks
My foot is in the door
Me and Pete
In the wake of Saturday
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
When these open doors were open-ended
Saturday
Saturday
song performed by by Fall Out Boy
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Solitude In Seclusion
Sorrow is mine for the moment at hand,
Tomorrow sublime in pastel grandeur
And here surrounded by a circle of kings
We sin in singing the songs we sing.
What asylum is this we have erected
In honor of escape? The power is rising
And wide eyed bacchants, foaming at the
Teeth are seeking their release from life.
No hills of emerald glades are there for us to dance upon
No fires are there to enflame passion within madness,
Only the asylum exists, its doors open to the world.
Its inhabitants resisting the temptation to sleep.
Who can know what goes on within these walls?
Who can know the rules behind these doors?
Fragmented delusion, solitude in seclusion
What disillusioning love is this?
What façade of bliss that beckons the kiss of wisdom
Within a moment out of time.
Sorrow for now is mine
Tomorrow sublime and forever undying.
poem by David Lacey
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Poem On The Edge
Going to the edge of the world,
I learn of better notions and motions;
Jutting out are rocks so rickety and strange,
The universe is strange to the touch.
My learning is a leaning against the wall
Of this universe so greater than my mirror;
Mirrors are swinging on the ceiling
As the walls are like walls of steel.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Walls
Walls of stone and walls of brick,
Some walls thin and some walls thick,
Walls so high and walls so low,
Walls to hide and walls to show.
Walls quite short and walls quite tall,
Some walls, last well, some walls fall,
Walls for comfort, walls of hate,
Walls for security, walls ornate.
Some as a barricade, some to support,
Walls of wood and walls of iron wrought,
Walls as a barrier, walls to enclose,
Some are to sit on, some to lean and doze.
Walls we build ourselves, these aren't good,
Walls for privacy, walls that have stood,
So many years through weather foul or fine,
Walls, that are yours, walls that are mine.
Brick by brick they are built to last,
Whether built now or in the past,
They shelter us from so many things,
And shield us from whatever this life brings.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Hall Of Doors
You walk through the hall of doors
With life in sight with death in mind
You watch people open their doors
And you think of how the doors and fate bind
You watch waiting to see your exit
As you see others turn down their path to their end
You know that the paths can not change
You know even with time fate shall not mend
Down the hall you walk
Doors lining each side
Every person holds the key to one of those locks
All around you people stride
Doors open
As people come to their door mats
You walk by doors just hoping,
hoping the next isn't yours, isn't your mat
You watch parents and children leaving eachothers sides
You see love being torn, hate being sewn
as the doors open wide
Some people leave together, some alone
You wait to see your door, your fate
You watch to see which door your key fits
You watch to see if your heart is with love or hate
You watch untill you find the mat at which you shall sit
You walk through the hall of doors
With life in sight, death in mind
You watch as people open their doors
You wait to see which door your fate lays behind.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Mister Blissett
Buddha beatific,
ORAtoric rhetoriffic
Howlin’ Harlequinne Heirophant:
Tongue-
A-Tone-a
-maTurgy.
Shaman Synticillant
chanting, in-canting
iridescent, incandescent,
effervescent Xcellency!
Follow your bliss:
whispered whim of wisp
aches the rattle,
shakes side saddle
magick carpet,
raging rainbow ride!
Follow your bliss:
whim without a wanting wisp;
allusive, elusive
bliss-fish this.
Follow your bliss:
whatever your wish;
Buddha beatific
oraTarotic rhetoriffic.
The MR. blissett bids bliss:
on the chant of a charm-a
karmaclaspkiss...
(for bill bissett)
Radiant Danse uv Being: A Poetic Portrait of bill bissett, Nightwood Editions 2006
copyright R Resh 2004
poem by Randy Resh
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Behind Closed Doors
Written by new order
There is a secret place
Underneath a tree
Where if you go and haste
You will find a key
The key will open doors
And you will look inside
The things that you will see
Will open up your eyes
At any given time
On every other street
The city comes to life
Though everyones asleep
A man beats up his wife
He doesnt wanna keep
Behind closed doors
Theyre in retreat
I dont know what makes me stay
The city life just aint the same
Theres something wrong with kids today
I blame the parents anyway
Theres no hope
No one to trust
I cant cope
Its obvious
Please dont take my drugs away
Im gonna give them up someday
There is a place somewhere
That I could call a home
Id live without a care
Id never be alone
One day I will get there
I feel it in my bones
I check upon the scores
I listen to the coors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
They still want more
Behind closed doors
song performed by by New Order
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Behind closed doors
Doors made of steel
others made of wood
life going on behind them
things that are bad and good.
Doors that are always closed
while some are forever open wide
behind doors can lie secrets
and where people can go to hide.
A door opened to a new future
another one blocking your way
families at war behind the door
but where children can happily play.
Prisoners locked in behind solid doors
waiting for the key to turn in the lock
as lonely people sit in their homes
waiting for someone just to knock.
The doors of Gold created in Heaven
only opened for the chosen few
behind them lies an eternal life
but will they open for me or you?
poem by Kevin Halls
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An Eerie Tale
Some nights you walk down a dark alley
And you hear someone call your name,
You turn..., but there's no one there really
Then you think someone's playing a game.
Some buildings you enter seem eerie -
Like eyes follow you through the stairs,
The footsteps behind you seem heavy
When you look back...there is no one there.
Some houses seem to have creaking windows
And have doors that unlock by themselves
With dark rooms whose walls stare and glow
And some china that dance on the shelves.
Through your fears you must try to sleep
Then you hear some soft tapping on the floor
A knocking on the door gives you creeps
When you open it...you smell candle odor.
Then the howling of dogs will announce
With the fierce strong winds that will follow
As your knees shake with fear to pronounce
'It's time to run and run....let's go! '
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Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
February 15,2010
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The Last Invocation
At the last, tenderly,
From the walls of the powerful fortress'd house,
From the clasp of the knitted locks, from the keep of the well-closed doors,
Let me be wafted.
Let me glide noiselessly forth;
With the key of softness unlock the locks--with a whisper,
Set open the doors O soul.
Tenderly--be not impatient,
(Strong is your hold, O mortal flesh,
Strong is your hold O love.)
poem by Walt Whitman
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