In families there is always the mythology. My father died when my kids were quite young still, and yet they still tell his stories. That is how a person lives on.
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I'm usually working on my own mythology, my own realm of created characters. Stories in mythology inspire me, though I may not be conscious of it.
Our father died when we were very young, so our mother raised six kids. We saw the world filtered through her eyes, being a minority woman raising six kids.
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Three thousand people died at ground zero. Their families are entitled to a little bit of respect, to respect the memory of those poor people that died there. And how about the families of all those soldiers that died in the two ensuing wars? Aren't they entitled to a little bit of respect - the kids, the wives, the parents?
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Happy Families
Have you got miss fortune?
Shes the daughter of rich parents,
All she does is cry.
One four-letter word is all she wants,
But you cant buy love,
So theres no supply.
Will you take young master charge?
The boy whos living well,
Beyond his fathers means.
See his mother kill herself with work,
To keep her dandy,
In the latest jeans.
(happy families.)
Happy families is a kids game.
Happy families is your main aim.
It starts out with a dealing in the middle of the night,
And ends up with a full house if you play your cards out right.
Mum says dad is cheating,
You should see the grown-ups fight,
For...
Happy families,
The game thats sure to please.
Have you got young master race?
The bigot son who, like his dad,
Is fueled with fear.
Not so much a son more of a stormtrooper,
To burn the books,
When dads not here.
Happy families is a kids game.
Happy families is your main aim.
You start out with your first cub and you think that lifes a song.
Youll end up with a wolfpack if you lay your cards out wrong.
Dad says mom is cheating,
You can see the children long,
For...
Happy families,
The game thats sure to please.
Have you got miss carriage? ,
Shes the girl who wants a baby,
That she cannot find.
Strange, the ones who want to win the race are,
Usually the ones,
Who fall behind.
song performed by by Xtc
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The Kids Aren't Allright
When we were young the future was so bright
The old neighborhood was so alive
And every kid on the whole damn street
Was gonna make it big and not be beat
Now the neighborhood's cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives
Chances thrown
Nothing's free
Longing for what used to be
Still it's hard
Hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
Jamie had a chance, well she really did
Instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids
Mark still lives at home cause he's got no job
He just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot
Jay committed suicide
Brandon OD'd and died
What the hell is going on
The cruelest dream, reality
song performed by by Offspring
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As She Prayed [part 2]
Dear Father Up in Heaven
Watch over our soldiers who fight
For they are fighting for you Father
For the differince in wrong and right
Protect them dear Father
And mend their scars and hearts
For they are far from home dear Father
And their families are torn in parts
Watch over their families, dear Father
Keep those children from all harm
For it's the children who suffer, Father
When they fall under satins evil charm
We'll try and watch for satin dear Father
So our hearts won't let him in
And try our best, dear Father
To shun away from his sibn
I pray for the women, dear Father
Raising their kids all a lone
never knowing, dear Father
If their husbands will make it home
This prayer I pray to you, dear Father
It's this prayer I shall pray again
Until the wars are all over
And there is love among all men
8/13/2009 by Norman Hale Jr.
poem by Norman Hale
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Kids Aren't Alright
when we were young our futures were so bright
the old neighborhood was so alive life
and every kid of the whole damn street
was gonna make it big and not be beat
now the neighborhood is cracked and torn
The kids are grown up but their lives are worn
How Can one little street swallow so many lives?
Chorus:
Chances thrown
nothing's free
longing for what used to be
still it's hard
hard to see
fragile lives
shattered dreams
GO!
Jannie had a chance, well she really did
instead she dropped out and had a couple of kids
mark still lives at home cuz he's got no job
he just plays guitar and smokes a lot of pot
Jay committed suicide
Brandon ODed and died
What the hell is goin on?
The cruelest dream, reality
Chorus x2
song performed by by Offspring
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Most High
( Jerzzee Monet Talking )
Yo
people dont know
What the world means to me
Things change and rearrange
Friends aren't friends anymore
People go behind your backs takes all
on anything
Will we ever have peace
someone tell me please
( Verse 1 )
Wanna know what I see on the block
Kids playin hearin' gun shots
Never phased by the crime that they witness
Follow me and come and see how we got this way
Young mama right there
Dont be cursin at your kids right there
Put the right foundation right here
So they can be
( Chorus 2x )
Most high
most high
most high
Like an angel in the sky
( Verse 2 )
Yo father why you act that way
Call your good woman out her name
Bringin kids in the world unplanned
You dont know that dont make you a man
at all
Young father out there
Dont abandon your seeds out there
Lets get one thing clear
Families should be ...
( Chorus 2x )
( Hook )
It doesn't matter where you are
You're still a shi-e-i-e-ining star
It doesnt matter where you're from
Let's give love to everyone
( Verse 3 )
Hustlers put down your guns
Self respect is the best wea-pon
Spread love
show your real values
Set a true example and starting with you
See them kids right there
Dont be shootin round them kids right there
Gotta show them there's hope out here
( Treat yourself you can be most high )
Do do do do do do do do du da do-ahooo ohwhoo
Lay - e - a -aooo no
Ah -oohhh
song performed by by Jerzee Monet from Love & War
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Old Dan
Old stories he told and old ballads he sung
The Tans were in Ireland when old Dan was young
He was twenty six years in nineteen sixteen
And the bitterness and grief of war he had seen.
I knew him when he was in his mid sixties in his life's early Fall
And he said his Civil war memories were his saddest memories of all
When the signing of a Treaty caused families to divide
And brother at the hand of brother had died.
He had fought in war but the praises of war would not sing
He said war to Ireland death and sorrow did bring
A heroic freedom fighter of which he never did brag
He said far too many lives lost for the colour of a flag.
With the deceased of Munster for decades he lay
I knew him as an ageing man his hair silver gray
He told stories and sung songs of his younger years
Of the Ireland he loved Land of bloodshed and tears.
poem by Francis Duggan
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On Hearing Of The Death Of Kevin Hickey
Sad news a news that travels far and wide
And I was told of how young Kevin Hickey died
On the Shannaknock road of his car he lost control
And the reaper claimed his body not his soul.
He was pre-deceased by his Mother Kathleen
And his better days in life he had not seen
And his father John is left to bear sorrow's cross
And grieve the tragedy of his heart-breaking loss.
And though the accident that claimed young Kevin's life happened a few years ago
The scars of grief to heal are always slow
And the pain at the loss of his son in such a tragic way
With John Hickey till his own end will stay.
At the spot where Kevin died John erected a grotto as a memorial to his son
And it would seem that is as much as anyone could have done
To honour some one that they loved so dear
Such stories of love are heartening to hear.
I have heard of how young Kevin Hickey died
And such sad news does travel far and wide
And his remains will rest in peace forever more
But his soul lives on the soul has wings to soar.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Any Street In Any Town
Look down any street
in any town across the land
at the rows of houses there.
Then you begin to wonder
what memories each house shares.
Some of happiness
where dreams have come true.
Some are of sadness
where lives have been hurt by pain.
Some with tragic stories
they never want to share again.
Each house will have many stories
of the individuals whom lived there.
Each story will be different
from all the rest.
Each leave memories
in every room they slept.
Their stories are unending
as new families come along.
22 November 2007
poem by David Harris
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The Young Dead Soldiers Do Not Speak
The young dead soldiers do not speak.
Nevertheless, they are heard in the still houses:
who has not heard them?
They have a silence that speaks for them at night
and when the clock counts.
They say: We were young. We have died.
Remember us.
They say: We have done what we could
but until it is finished it is not done.
They say: We have given our lives but until it is finished
no one can know what our lives gave.
They say: Our deaths are not ours: they are yours,
they will mean what you make them.
They say: Whether our lives and our deaths were for
peace and a new hope or for nothing we cannot say,
it is you who must say this.
We leave you our deaths. Give them their meaning.
We were young, they say. We have died; remember us.
poem by Archibald MacLeish
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To us, basing stories on christianity is the same as basing stories on Roman mythology, Native American folklore, or unsubstantiated government conspiracies.
quote by Richard King
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One Cannot Live Another Person's Life/ Even By Envying Them
ONE CANNOT LIVE ANOTHER PERSON’S LIFE
One cannot live another person’s life
Even by envying them-
Those who have more than I have
Those who have more and better
Those who were greater at what I most wanted to be
Those who have lived longer and happier
Those who outdid me in every day
They have their own lives and stories
And must contend with what they have to contend with-
I must contend not with their stories but only with mine-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Hello Father
The year is 1979.
Hello father
I am your son
You and mom have a wonderful chance
I am here for you
To mold. To refine.
To make better than you
A beautiful gift you are part of
Where have you gone?
Hello father
I am older now
I am growing like you
I am doing what you do
I am emulating you
But you don't see me
You don't pat me
Your back is what I see
Where have you gone?
Hello father
I am now turning teen
Changes in my life so complex
I have my own thoughts
I have my own beliefs
But I'm not sure if they are correct
Moms can only do so much
But a father to a son
Is mighty. Indestructible. Heroic.
Where have you gone?
Hello father
I am now a man
I know all about you
I know your type
I was too young to see
That you were not a father
Just a person playing one to me.
poem by C.R. Blazo
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Stories
when we were young stories were told
That I'd kiss you sweet like
People said there was a connection between us
Now that we're old stories are told
Of how I hold you tight
Whenever I see those people I tell them they were right
Stories will be told
From when our children are young
until they're old
About our endless love
We must have had a blessing from above
Stories will be told until we're old
Stories will be told until the end of time
Stories will be told until we're old
Stories will be told until the end of time
Until the sun won't rise
Oh
song performed by by Hanson
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Blood relation is a myth
Mother died young; who will bring me up?
Tears flowed..
Mother died old; a great relief so soon.
No tears.
Sister died young; who will bring her kids up?
Pity flowed.
Sister died away, having eloped with a man.
No pity.
Blood relation must be burdensome.
25.12.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You see, I was told stories, we were all told stories as kids in Nigeria. We had to tell stories that would keep one another interested, and you weren't allowed to tell stories that everybody else knew. You had to dream up new ones.
The Kids Arent Alright
When we were young, the future was so bright, whoa
The old neighborhood was so alive, whoa
And every kid on the whole damn street, whoa
Was gonna make it big and not be beat
Now, the neighborhoods cracked and torn, whoa
The kids are grown up, but their lives are worn, whoa
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives
Chances thrown, nothings free
Longing for what used to be
Still, its hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
Jamie had a chance, well, she really did, whoa
Instead, she dropped out and had a couple of kids, whoa
Mark still lives at home cause hes got no job, whoa
He just plays guitar and smokes a lotta pot
Jay committed suicide, whoa
Brandon odd and died, whoa
What the hell is going on
The cruelest dream, reality
Chances thrown, nothings free
Longing for what used to be
Still, its hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
Go!
Chances thrown, nothings free
Longing for what used to be
Still, its hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
song performed by by Offspring
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World Leaders
kids can be leaders.
I have seen a kid lead his father.
I have seen a father being led by his kid
So, , , kids can be leaders.
I know a man who is led by his kid
I know a kid who leads his father
Don't ask me how and don't bother
I'm telling you what I know
I am telling you what I saw
I saw a kid leading his father.
For the father is blind.
02/03/2004
poem by Arsiema Berhane
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