No stream rises higher than its source. What ever man might build could never express or reflect more than he was. He could record neither more nor less than he had learned of life when the buildings were built.
quote by Frank Lloyd Wright
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The Sky and The Sea
They are so similar; the sky and the sea,
Each day the sun rises on both of them with glee.
As the sun rises high in the sky,
It immerses itself into the depths of the sea.
The clouds for one are waves for another,
They reflect faithfully: each others bother.
Every evening as the sun slips away to rest,
Both are tinged with red in the west.
With a million stars twinkling on them,
Both are in blue drenched.
Merciful are they as they house creatures,
Although they do sometimes show their wicked features.
But all of these similarities are a waste,
Because they can never meet: neither in leisure nor in haste.
They do seem to meet at the horizon,
Enlightened each day by the rising and setting sun.
Yet between them there is a distance,
A distance which is even on the horizon immense.
Knowing all of this the sea loves the sky,
Rising each day to meet him but still shy.
The sky loving the space rises higher every moment,
The sea still rises higher and higher with every second spent.
The sea for the sky loses its very existence,
The sea fosters her love and her spirit itself mends.
She knows that the sky won’t be with the void together,
Yet she rises each day with all the strength mustered.
One fine day she realizes that the sky is out of bounds for her,
That is the day she shatters.
Unable to meet her love she turns to the dust,
She lays on it her burden and loses life as she must.
She isn’t lucky as she won’t get to die,
She’ll be made to fall back as rain and love the sky.
The rain is also the tears of the sky’
Unable to reach the space he himself has to cry.
The sea now has been broken along with the sky,
Both of them had thought “My love has to rise high”.
Whose love has risen higher, it remains a mystery,
But as long as both exist it will not become history.
poem by Isabella Francis
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Making Buildings
The piece-rate for making buildings rises
As you build more suddenly and quickly.
Pilfering justifies the innocent as they speak,
But does it mean goodness?
He is a pie-eater, a man so much hominoid,
Furious winds are horrific when there is goodness.
Look at the rain gauge to see why the weather barks
At the bulk of the land and sea.
The pieces we join are collected to describe
The state of the buildings, the very engineering.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Just Look Back.
Come on Man put that down,
you wan end your life! ? ,
with your own knife,
just think twice man! !
Remember the life you built,
you searched for that beauty,
where the hell you wan put?
you built it, you can build it again,
wanna live us behind,
wanna throw your mama's hand,
for God's sake be kind,
As you can build another love again.
poem by Dickson Mseti
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Higher & Higher
Blasting, billowing, bursting forth
With the power of ten billion butterfly sneezes
Man with his flaming pyre
Has conquered the wayward breezes
Climbing to tranquility
Far above the cloud
Conceiving the heavens
Clear of misty shroud
Higher and higher
Now weve learned to play with fire
Go higher and higher and higher
Vast vision must improve our sight
Perhaps at last well see and end
To our homes endless blight
And the beginning of the free
Climb to tranquility
Finding its real worth
Conceiving the heavens
Florishing on earth
Higher and higher
Now weve learned to play with fire
Go higher and higher and higher
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Civilization is a stream with banks. The stream is sometimes filled with blood from people killing, stealing, shouting and doing the things historians usually record, while on the banks, unnoticed, people build homes, make love, raise children, sing song.
quote by Will Durant
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Tyrant
You build your domain with such power
Bit by bit until you're finishing your last tower
Strength fed by determination as destructive as fire
As you force this world to reach higher and higher
Your people, they cower in the horrors you've built
You pave over nature until even the sturdiest flowers wilt
Still you search for a source that can keep the rebels in check
Treating the helpless like worthless little specks
What happened to compassion, to the people who care?
They hang low at the gallows or sit in cells world stripped bare
Mingling with criminals as their mind becomes a play thing
Staying silent as the grave, listen as the old robin sings
So watch close my dear little tyrant of eras long past
Watch as you reign crumbles the people free at last
Don't worry though, your memory will continue to live on
Remembered for the injustice and all who you have wronged
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Source Of Confort
God is a source of energy
God is a source of light
God is a source of love
God is a source of peace
God is a source of comfort
God is a source of hope
God is a source of freedom
God is a source of praise
poem by Aldo Kraas
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I have a book of buildings from 25,000 BC. These are huts built out of mammoth bones. These buildings were beautifully made, from the bones of the body into shelter.
quote by Ben Nicholson
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We build buildings which are terribly restless. And buildings don't go anywhere. They shouldn't be restless.
quote by Minoru Yamasaki
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The house built on the sand may oftentimes be built higher, have more fair parapets and battlements, windows and ornaments, than that which is built upon the rock; yet all gifts and privileges equal not one grace.
Soul Healers Restore Birth Purpose
secondary source seekers believe
mysticism is only found in books
learned from masters attaining
mystic insight taught segments
venture forth into source experience
remember primary source manifest
souls born to raise human vibrations
souls born who seed life perceptions
seek soul healers restoring birth purpose
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Stricken [from]
::record::
a teacher ::record:: helps a boy get a gun
it's about not ::record:: looking mistakable
::record::
houndstooth
accordion attache
bounty hunter provisions
::record:: I told the teacher about Pietro's
I was angry with the police again
it was not my movie
I was mixed up in campaign finance reform
I was sweet shiftless and poor
and stricken
::record::, a boy is loaded
American Express makes it ::record:: better
'providing alternatives to jail for persons who pose no danger to the community'
Loan Consolidators for your ::record:: problems
'but use purpose area #15A if primary focus is drug testing or purpose area #20 if focus is reducing jail crowding'
Effective Sanctions that Fit the ::record:: Budget
somehow I was caught up in this
and questioned about a family ::record:: resemblance
so early in the morning
::record::
the suspicious handbag on the sidewalk
the police are there
but I've neglected them
::record::
I've been told it's the Decade of the Brain
I must step aside
because the opera construction
there's a public fund for demolition
::record:: if you can find it
how did the smallest children ::record:: capture
the 4-foot wingspan
lash it to a branch
so the sewer birds ::record::
how did the smallest children
::record::
and unchecked pestilence
I am asking because there's a question
hanged
in America
::record::
the curiosity
of the fully-covered body
in America
[.............]
[.......... ...]
of humility
one year later we don't know
what happened on the ::record:: plane
how he ::record:: got the gun
poem by Heather Fuller
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Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Rendezvous on Champs-Elysees
Leave Paris in the morning on T.E.E.
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
In Vienna we sit in a late-night cafe
Straight connection, T.E.E.
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
From station to station
back to Dusseldorf City
Meet Iggy Pop and David Bowie
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
Trans-Europe Express
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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The Question Remains Unanswered
Strange things happen in our lives
through each passing year.
As we get older, we reflect
on the reasons why they came.
She came into my life
first in my childhood,
but for some reason
no friendship flared.
The years then rolled on
to forty and more
and into my life,
she once again appeared.
It is hard to define
what we were both
looking for
on the second time around.
However, what we found
was a deep, caring friendship
that reached higher than
any parameters we could have set.
We knew one day further on
we would have to part again
when heaven called
for one of us to go.
I reflect now for a reason
why destiny brought us together
not once but twice.
However, the question remains unanswered.
3 May 2012
poem by David Harris
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The Other Greener Pasture
that is the usual case
when you look over the fence that you just built
your eyes gaze to the other side
greener than yours
i mean, the grass, not the greenness of your iris
if you could have built a higher fence
so that you can narrow your gaze
within the four corners of your walls
and live this life that is all yours to own
you could have been happier here
but life is not meant to be
just that
four walls, a higher fence, taking all that come
sitting down
and breathing the air inside
the lungs
which until now have not seen the
rays of the sun
play the game
climb a tree
try jumping over your fences
it is only then when
you realize
that after all
your grass has always been
greener
your air more fresh
your fence most stable.
after all you got a poodle
a rose, a butterfly, a bird,
and this PC
that knows how to write poetry.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The World Is My Oyster
The world is my oyster
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Do you wanna,
Do you wanna,
Do you wanna yeah.
I feel I'm a comin' your the go ahead kind.
You are warmly invited to come inside.
You have five minutes Christians yeah.
It was a joke yeah.
Because I'm a comin yeah, to cut your throat.
yeah give me more.
You are warmly invited to come inside.
You are warmly invited to come inside.
Come inside, come inside, come inside.
Your on your way up.
Gonna jack you up,
Gonna jack you off,
Gonna jack you up yeah.
Gonna jack you up,
Gonna jack you off,
Jack right down to Rio.
Lets go boys.
You can build it up like muscle.
You can build it up like hustle yeah.
Build it up.
I can take you higher.
Build it up.
I can take you high.
Build it up.
I can take you higher yeah.
Right on to the sky.
It was a joke.
Do you wanna,
Do you wanna,
Do you wanna,
Build it up.
I can take you higher yeah.
Right on to the sky.
I gonna take you higher yeah.
Right up there on high.
Swing low
Your on your way up.
Gonna jack you up,
Gonna jack you off,
Gonna jack you up yeah.
Gonna jack you up,
Gonna jack you off,
Jack right down to Rio.
song performed by by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
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The Rivers Too Wide
(morrison)
The rivers too wide now for crossing
The waters rush too loud for talking
We never build bridges for walking
cause the rivers too wide
A gentle stream once flowed between us
But love could cross it easily
Till stormy skies brought bitter teardrops
And made that stream a raging river
Come between you and me
The rivers too wide now for crossing
The waters rush too loud for talking
We never build bridges for walking
Theres no getting to the other side
The rivers too wide now for crossing
The current goes too deep for mending
It looks like an unhappy ending
cause the rivers too wide
Good lessons learned are not forgotten
We gave up love to save our pride
Next time Im faced with rising waters
Ill build a bridge of love and kindness
Reaching to the other side
The rivers too wide now for crossing
The waters rush too loud for talking
We never build bridges for walking
Theres no getting to the other side
The rivers too wide now for crossing
The current goes too deep for mending
It looks like an unhappy ending
cause the rivers too wide
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Ecliptic Arguments Haunt Water Erosion Sphinx
mysterious Sphinx stretches
paws out deep into desert sands
watching stars span satin ages
mystery tranquility peacefully
Sphinx lies timeless built exactly
on east-west axis gaze perfectly
sun greeting equinoctial marker
set due east of Giza necropolis
Sphinx red rising sun illuminates
summer solstice latitude Gaza
sun rises 28 degrees north of east
winter solstice at latitude Gaza
sun rises 28 degrees south of east
at equinoxes sun always rises due east
an accurate reference to cardinal
direction high precision design gaze set
due east Sphinx is an equinoctial marker
targets exact position of sunrise at dawn
ancient astronomers built Sphinx when
2500BC focused upon zodiacal constellation
Taurus houses sun on spring equinox
yet Sphinx is built as significant form leonine
in 10,500 BC our sun rises into Leo constellation
ecliptic arguments haunt water erosion sphinx
poem by Terence George Craddock
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It seems to me that the natural world is the greatest source of excitement; the greatest source of visual beauty; the greatest source of intellectual interest. It is the greatest source of so much in life that makes life worth living.
quote by David Attenborough
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Why can't we, with a more intelligent policy, actually have houses that are affordable, built at higher densities than they are at the moment and built on brownfield sites.
quote by John Prescott
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