It is impossible to talk or to write without apparently throwing oneself helplessly open.
quote by Herman Melville
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Helplessly In Love
Never knew the closing of a door
Could open up a heart
Since the day we met I needed you
(needed you)
In my life
To do and say the things that i
Needed to feel and hear
Im just
Helplessly in love
(ooh)
Dont know what to do, im
Helplessly in love
And the love in my heart
Is for you
Ive always been a man who took control
But now Im so helpless
Cant find the nerve, I get emotional
When youre around
And its hard for me to tell you or
To show you what I feel
Im just
Helplessly in love
(helpless)
(ooh)
Dont know what to do, im
Helplessly in love
And the love in my heart
Is for you
Baby, baby
I just cant understand
No I dont understand
Why my feelings get so confused
Why Im like that
Why I love you like I do
So I picked out these three words that best
Describe the way I feel
Im just..
Helplessly in love
(ooooh)
Dont know what to do, im
Helplessly in love
(uh, oh)
Dont know what to do, im
Helplessly in love
And the love in my heart
Is for you
Helplessly in love
(baby, baby)
(ooh)
Dont know what to do, im
Helplessly in love
And the love in my heart
Is for you
song performed by by New Edition
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Just Be You
When one looks at history
We can either
Learn from the past
To adapt to the present
So you can
Face tomorrow's mysteries
The age old question
We all ask
Can we better ourselves?
To better oneself
You must be brave
To better oneself
You must know love
To better oneself
You must be strong
To better oneself
You must believe
To better oneself
You must learn to share
To better oneself
Just be you
After learning all
Of life's mysteries
One must discover
To be true to
Thine own self
Just be you
poem by Kaila George
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Dreams
Oh my life is changing everyday
Every possible way
Though my dreams, its never quite as it seems
Never quite as it seems
I know I felt like this before
But now Im feeling it even more
Because it came from you
Then I open up and see
The person fumbling here is me
A different way to be
I want more, impossible to ignore
Impossible to ignore
Theyll come true, impossible not to do
Impossible not to do
Now I tell you openly
You have my heart so dont hurt me
For what I couldnt find
Talk to me amazing mind
So understanding and so kind
Youre everything to me
Oh my life is changing everyday
Every possible way
Though my dreams, its never quite as it seems
cause youre a dream to me
Dream to me
song performed by by Cranberries
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0017 And Where The Joy
This, then, the question
for those whom it may concern –
to find a celebration in oneself
that, as outer is, so inner;
that all truth rests within oneself –
for where else can it be found?
to love oneself – for oneself must be loveable,
or none other could be loved for true;
to know all happiness to be within;
to celebrate all this; the world a constant joy;
to find this celebration in oneself.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Self indulgences.
The one who talks much of oneself
Is doing so to conceal as much oneself.
The one who curses much oneself
Is doing so to get pity for oneself.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Love To
I love to talk to myself
And when I talk I love to write it down.
When I write it down you say wonderful
You say a fine poem and a milestone.
I write my thought I write my talk
I enjoy it and
Thank God You always with me
Day and night.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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It Is A Pleasure And A Privilege/To Be Able To Write A Poem
IT IS A PLEASURE AND A PRIVILEGE/TO BE ABLE TO WRITE A POEM
It is a pleasure and a privilege
To be able to write a poem
And afterwards read it back
To oneself-
And hear it as it were something
That truly is meant to be
A real thing outside oneself
Beyond one’s own control
A creation in itself-
A thing one has done
A little world
A page.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Impossible
If they had ever told me how sweet a kiss could be
I would have said impossible, impossible for me
And if they said Id find you beyond the rainbows end
I would have said impossible, impossible, my friend
To dream about what might have been
Is strange enough for me
But now it seems Im living in
A dream too beautiful to be
If they had said a moonbeam could calm a stormy sea
I would have said impossible but now at last I see
That nothing is impossible if you are here with me
I would have said impossible but now at last I see
That nothing is impossible if you are here with me
song performed by by Nat King Cole, music by Steve Allen, lyrics by Steve Allen (1956)
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Apparently God takes reception of Holy Communion seriously. Apparently some things are more sacred than politics. Apparently it's all or nothing when it comes to being Catholic.
quote by Carl Olson
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A Poem Written By A Confessed Bipolar (her Name To Be Revealed Upon Her Permission)
I write because I can
I write because there are so many things to be written.
I write because I can make a painting without a brush and paints in my hand.
I write because I can capture the moment without having a camera.
I write because letters and words are the only recipe I know how to cook.
I write because I want to read what I’ve written.
I write because I’m used to speak in silence.
I write because I have a story to tell.
I write because I want to strip off my flesh and live as a pure being.
I write because I can record my “voice” without having a recorder.
I write because it’s like a cup of coffee, it keeps me awake
I write because I want to live even when I do not exist.
I write because this is my throwing stones when I’m frustrated.
6/11/09 at 4: 42 PM
I write because I can flaunt my being when I don’t have clothes to show off.
I write because this is like making an encyclopedia to a coloring book.
I write because it’s more effective than my lithium medication.
I write because I’m tired of carrying these baggages on the road.
I write because I’m tired of talking too much.
I write because it’s a healthier diversion than smoking.
I write because it’s more therapeutic than analyzing my problem.
I write because I want to paint a thousand pictures with words.
I write because I can put colors to the letters and make a rainbow of words.
I write because it’s the key combinations to my hidden vaults.
I write because my ball pen is my best friend in the darkest nights.
I write because it surprises me with what I am capable of thinking&doing. 6/11/09 at 4: 43 PM
I write because I like that ideas are popping like pop corns.
I write because I can wander in the adventures of my own world.
I write because I have to cleanse my collection of memories of an old home.
I write because like a mirror you need to do a lot of reflections.
I write because I want to fight the battle of life.
I write because I wanted my little voice to be heard.
I write because I want to run from the insanities of the world.
I write because pictures don’t talk.
I write because it helps me connect the dots when I look back in my life.
I write because it brings me back to my crib of silence.
I write because it makes a buzz to other bees in my beehive.
I write because unlike my bike my destination is limitless.
I write because I want to become an inspiration without extinction 6/11/09 at 4: 43 PM
I write because like strumming of the guitar, it vibrates in my soul.
I write because I love to write.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dream
Oh my life
Is changing everyday
In every possible way
And Oh my dreams
It's never quiet as it seems
Never quiet as it seems
I know I've felt like this before
But now I'm feeling it even more
Because it came from you
And then I open up and see
The person falling here is me
A different way to be
La
I want more (impossible to ignore)
I want more (impossible to ignore)
And they'll come true (impossible not to do)
And they'll come true (impossible not to do)
And now I tell you openly
You have my heart so don't hurt me
You're what I couldn't find
A totally amazing mind
So understanding and so kind
You're everything to me
song performed by by Cranberries
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Religion promotes the divine discontent within oneself, so that one tries to make oneself a better person and draw oneself closer to God.
quote by Cyril Cusack
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I believe that love is the main key to open the doors to the "growth" of man. Love and union with someone or something outside of oneself, union that allows one to put oneself into relationship with others, to feel one with others, without limiting the sense of integrity and independence.
quote by Erich Fromm
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One Can Wait Forever/ For the Ideal Poem That Will Never Come
One can wait forever for the ideal poem
That will never come-
Or relent,
And write down the lines
That come as they come
Irrelevant, incidental, momentary
As one's own feeling of oneself is.
Like the breeze of these instants,
Like the shadows of the leaves
As they trace their motions
On the sun- touched ground,
Like all which is passing
Without any real evidence of its moment's remembrance
As dying as oneself is
Forever.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim.
quote by Henry Graham Greene
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It is impossible to go through life without trust That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
quote by Graham Greene
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It is impossible to go through life without trust: that is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
quote by Graham Greene
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Despair is the price one pays for setting oneself an impossible aim.
Graham Greene in Heart of the Matter (1948)
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It is impossible to go through life without trust: That is to be imprisoned in the worst cell of all, oneself.
Graham Greene in The Ministry of Fear
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Between Pain And Happiness....
there is always that pain
that instigates you to write
the one where there is no cure
although many are telling that
you have become one impossible
piss off,
you leave the place,
take a boat and settle in an
island where
you can talk to the moon
you do not sleep
because you can't and the
moon is one avid
listener of your woes
it does not talk of course
and then faces away
like a hand that caresses
your hair and then
you feel that faithful warmth
that makes you write some
more on the muddy part
of the shore
tomorrow you find yourself
asleep on a house without
doors
the winds who understand
you perfectly
are there to massage
the pain of your
thoughts
at noon happiness comes
you do not know its name and
from where it comes from
it waits for your commands
but you are silent
you have learned to love pain
because it is more beautiful
than the one that comes so
seldom to visit and listen
to you
in fact it has no body
it has no soul
it is not wearing a sign
that it is real.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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