What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.
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The whole earth is the tomb of heroic men and their story is not given only on stone over their clay but abides everywhere without visible symbol woven into the stuff of other mens lives.
Destiny Of Our Lives
When the life blossoms
Destiny engraved in our lives
When virtue and vice sway to and fro
Energized and driven by supernatural forces
When we are grown up
Our lives started to face challenges
When we encounter distress
Our lives impregnated with tears and worries
That is the destiny of our lives.......
Sometimes our lives tinged and
Embroilled with joys and sorrows
Destiny inflicting poison and evil into our lives
Destiny can make or mar our lives
Destiny inspires our lives to prosperity
It can perish our prospects
Fortune and fate tossing each other
End of lives salunated with blessings
Dulakshi Wakista Copyright 2009
poem by Dulakshi Wakista
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Maybe Hell Know
First version (on blue angel album)
Maybe hell know
Im not so sure
Maybe hell know
Maybe hell be my cure
Ah, ah, ah.
Maybe hell know
Im not so sure
Maybe hell know
Maybe hell be - oh
Something calls to me
I know, I know
I hear an echo start to pound like a drum, im
Chanting a song, anchor me-
But dont take too long... no, no, no, no
I got an anxious feeling
Got this ache engraved in me like stone-
Dont take too long
Say youll never leave me - say youll never go.
Second version (on true colors album)
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Maybe hell know
Im not so sure
Maybe hell know, well
Maybe hell be my cure
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh
Maybe hell know, well
Im not so sure
Maybe hell know why
Maybe hell be, oh oh
Something calls to me,
I know
I hear an echo start to pound
Like a drum
Chanting a song, anchor me
But dont take too long, no no
I got this anxious feeling
I got this ache engraved
In me like stone
Dont take too long
Say youll never leave me
Say youll never go
No no no no
Oh oh, oh oh, ...
(repeat song and sing along)
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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Oh That Tapestry
Oh that tapestry
How I have yearned
to weave it with
you.
A combination of
threads
gold and silver
strong and secure
closely knotted
in the end.
tears and laughter
woven together
creating us.
our lives inter-
woven
a coming together
began so long ago
oh that tapestry.
poem by Heather Burns
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Instead of causing us to remember the past like the old monuments, the new monuments seem to cause us to forget the future.
quote by Robert Smithson
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The most lasting monuments are doubtless paper-monuments.
The monuments of wit survive the monuments of power.
quote by Francis Bacon
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The poets' scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.
quote by Edmund Spenser
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The pudding that smells anthropological
My singsong beloved grumbles these days
As she needs to make a pudding for an Exhibition
And she expects a new idea.
Then I said; ' Try this method darling!
Make layers of all the ethnics in the World in their distinguished colors
And the top leave a hard icing with symbolic monuments of the tyranny rulers,
It should be a strong one like iron otherwise the monuments sink in the pudding and get discolored.
If you want you can named it as Dwarfs and Giants.'
* To my friend George Murdock in gratitude as he firmly believes that water is colorless.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The House of Stone
I came, from where?
From the house made of stone...
My aunt Romana -
That whom you do not know,
When she had an accident
She stayed in the house of stone
To get well and recover...
But with a cutting tongue
Against my father,
She said to me,
'T'is a big house made of stone,
But inside here lives an owl! '
Where did I come from?
From that house of stone...
But I cannot fathom,
Was her anger so deep
For the owl on pedestal,
The King of our clan;
Was corrupted and fallen
Weakened by the flesh of men...
My Aunt Romana, she left
And my father is dead;
The house made of stone
Forever ruined...
But the lesson of the owl lives;
And him fondly remembered!
poem by Jane Quijano
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To Sydney
CITY, I never told you yet—
O little City, let me tell—
A secret woven of your wiles,
Dear City with the angel face,
And you will hear with frowning grace,
Or will you break in summer smiles?
This is the secret, little town,
Lying so lightly towards the sea;
City, my secret has no art,
Dear City with the golden door;
But oh, the whispers I would pour
Into your ears—into your heart!
You are my lover, little place,
Lying so sweetly all alone.
And yet I cannot, cannot tell
My secret, for the voice will break
That tries to tell of all the ache
Of this poor heart beneath your spell.
Dreaming, I tell you all my tale;
Tell how the tides that wash your feet
Sink through my heart and cut its cords.
Dreaming, I hold my arms, and drag
All, all into my heart—the flag
On the low hill turned harbourwards,
And all the curving little bays,
The hot, dust-ridden, narrow streets,
The languid turquoise of the sky,
The gardens flowing to the wave,
I drag them in. O City, save
The grave for me where I must lie.
Yet humbly I would try to build
Stone upon stone for this town’s sake;
Humbly would try for you to aid
Those whose wise love for you will rear
White monuments far off and near,
White, but unsoiled, undesecrate.
poem by Louise Mack
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My Physique
My physique carried monuments of stone,
With pointless arms and legs to work.
The tendency to spoil the life was monumental,
It caused metallic arms to vibrate
And let the arms be virtuous for themselves.
Immortal fibres stayed in the torso
To inflict new wealth and keep great health.
Stone was the body, of appealing nature,
With feet to dance and elevate the occasion.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Looking For That Blackstone
the black stone is not significant
there is nothing in it that makes you be amazed
it is round and not as shiny as your gem
the diamond that glitters in your hand
the black stone when put beside
become nothing,
but it is my black stone
my silence lives there
my rage is kept there
even my love is there
how can you understand
what i am when the black stone
my essence you do not mind
it is round like the truth
it is hard and harsh like all realities
it is silent like the night
it buries itself somewhere
that place where you have never been to
it is a mere black stone
it is mine alone
i am that
black stone, but you never want to remember
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Leave Nothing Behind
Leave no stone unturned.
Leave no desire not yearned.
Then look back on it all.
Leave no poem without word.
Leave no song unheard
and never let them fall
into a space where all of them
cry out for their place.
Leave no book unread.
Leave no soul unfed.
Leave no scowl upon your face.
All of these things you left undone
you must learn to embrace.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Ive Got To Be Free
Music :ulrich roth
Lyrics:ulrich roth
Youre burnin my heart
Youre burnin my mind
Youre spoilin my art
Youre wasting my time
No taste in your actions
No taste in your line
No tears now...
Just dont do you ever mind
You say you wanna be a superstar
Youre givin up half to get that far
You say you wanna ride a diamond car
But I dont like your fancy car
Hey hey hey, dont you wanna see
Im not your steppin stone
Hey hey hey, Ive gotta be free
So leave my life alone
So leave my life alone
So leave my life alone
Youre in love with success
Youre spilling my wine
No part of my address, babe
Your ways arent mine
You may got the money
But your wastin my life
Im not your bugs bunny
And youre not my wife
You say you only do it for affect
But you dont wanna see what I detest
I think youre depraved
Im gonna leave you so
But you cant see what I see so let me go
Hey hey hey, dont you wanna see
Im not your steppin stone
Hey hey hey, Ive gotta be free
So leave my life alone
So leave my life alone
So leave my life alone
Hey hey hey, dont you wanna see
Im not your steppin stone
Hey hey hey, Ive gotta be free
So leave my life alone
So leave my life alone
So leave my life alone
Hey hey hey, dont you wanna see
Im not your steppin stone
Hey hey hey, Ive gotta be free
So leave my life alone
So leave my life alone
So leave my life alone
song performed by by Scorpions
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The moss that loves the stone
It is the moss that loves the stone
Most. No matter what or when, the
Moss somehow manages to stay
Even without a why, they say.
But the moss keeps on sticking
To the body of the stone that
Keeps its nonminding stiffness.
It is cold, it is hard, it is unfeeling
At all. It is the moss that keeps its
Love. It sticks with it, rain or shine.
It rolls with it. It stays with it even
In the desert, even it if means its
Own death. It is the moss that sticks
To the stone. It is its true lover.
In the river, the water has ordered
The moss to leave. It ordered the stone
To crush it. The moss cannot be
Removed. It covered the stone.
It is loving it whole.The stone has
Become the moss, and the stone
Is gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ishmonie
The traveller tells how, in that ancient clime
Whose mystic monuments and ruins hoar
Still struggle with the antiquary's lore,
To guard the secrets of a by-gone time,
He saw, uprising from the desert bare,
Like a white ghost, a city of the dead,
With palaces and temples wondrous fair,
Where moon-horn'd Isis once was worshipped.
But silence, like a pall, did all enfold,
And the inhabitants were turn'd to stone --
Yea, stone the very heart of every one!
Once to a rich man I this tale re-told.
"Stone hearts! A traveller's myth!" -- he turn'd aside,
As Hunger begg'd, pale-featured and wild-eyed.
poem by Edward Booth Loughran
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Degrading Effusiveness
someone wants his name
remembered
and everyday he vends
along the streets where
people
simply pass him by
he tries poetry
to have his name engraved in stone
should have been in
the hearts of
noble men
those who never wanted a name
those who shun fame
on such a degrading
effusiveness
i give a gush.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Einstein, Nicholas, My Fantastic Wife And Our Dog On The Beach At Home
a stone
a relative stone
a meteoric stone
a Newtonian stone
a photoelectric stone
a stone from Manhattan
a thermodynamic stone
one stone
a son
in my life
in my wife
a sun
alone
poem by Nicolas Grenier
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Stepping Stones
Baby youve been up, broken down
Every man knows your name in this whole damn town
In every bar they know your drink, what should I think
I turned around to look and you gave some dude a wink
I thought Id be happy with a woman like you,
But you walked on my pride and my manhood too
I dont know too much but one thing I know
A man stuck on you is like a stepping stone
Because you keep using me like a stepping stone
Because you keep using me like a stepping stone
Because you keep using me like a stepping stone
Because you keep using me like a stepping stone
What you forgot to mention, what was your real intention
Did you want a man to love, or someone to prop and carry you up
To a higher status, but the matter of fact is, your detachment
Will bring you further down and now youre all used up
Dont bother coming round
Because you keep using me like a stepping stone
Because you keep using me like a stepping stone
Because you keep using me like a stepping stone
Because you keep using me like a stepping stone
Well, I remember back to waht you put me thru
I keep thinking to myself
Whats wrong with you
Aint it enough to have a man for a lover and a friend
Tear him up and leave him when the moneys spent
Well, youre just like delilah sittin in her den
You take the strongest man and break em down again
But I have gained some knowledge
Go on pack your things and move back to college
Because you keep using me like a stepping stone
Because you keep using me like a stepping stone
Because you keep using me like a stepping stone
Because you keep using me like a stepping stone
song performed by by G. Love & Special Sauce
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