It is that, but really, it's about how we don't recognise the little things in life, or appreciate the little things in life like belonging. A sense of belonging is a big thing today.
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Someone Belonging to Someone
I know how I feel
Lonely in the black of night
There can be no love for me now
Nobody listens when the words ain't right
And you get into someone else
It's hard for me to know
Who's lovin' who
And where do I stand
What did I do it all for
There's no one I could love more
I did it for your heart alone
All that I try to be growin' inside to me
I can be strong if you're there
And there is someone belonging to someone
And I got no one belonging to me
I live in a world where the face of an angel
is all that a fool can see
You got the power to find me whenever I'm lost
Where are you ? Who are we?
I believe in time
Can eat away a heart of stone
And baby if I leave you too late
It's just a feather and the bird has flown
It's colder when the fire dies
With all the trouble I'm in if I lose you too
Then what is my life
If I don't wanna go through
Anything without you
Couldn't be life at all
I could be lyin' on
You are the only one
We didn't make it by chance
And there is someone
belonging to someone
And I got no one belonging to me
I'm caught in a world on
the edge of tomorrow
It's all that a fool can find
I don't belong in the arms
of a love that is lost
Nowhere to cry
There must be something we
can say my love
Something except goodbye
And there is someone belonging to someone
And I got no one belonging to me
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song performed by by Bee Gees from Staying Alive (soundtrack)
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Someone Belong To Someone
I know how I feel
Lonely in the black of night
There can be no love for me now
Nobody listens when the words aint right
And you get into someone else
Its hard for me to know
Whos lovin who
And where do I stand
What did I do it all for
Theres no one I could love more
I did it for your heart alone
All that I try to be growin inside to me
I can be strong if youre there
And there is someone belonging to someone
And I got no one belonging to me
I live in a world where the face of an angel
Is all that a fool can see
You got the power to find me whenever Im lost
Where are you ? who are we?
I believe in time
Can eat away a heart of stone
And baby if I leave you too late
Its just a feather and the bird has flown
Its colder when the fire dies
With all the trouble Im in if I lose you too
Then what is my life
If I dont wanna go through
Anything without you
Couldnt be life at all
I could be lyin on
You are the only one
We didnt make it by chance
And there is someone
Belonging to someone
And I got no one belonging to me
Im caught in a world on
The edge of tomorrow
Its all that a fool can find
I dont belong in the arms
Of a love that is lost
Nowhere to cry
There must be something we
Can say my love
Something except goodbye
And there is someone belonging to someone
And I got no one belonging to me
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song performed by by Bee Gees
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I'm trying to make a case for those people who don't have a sense of belonging that they should have, that there is something really worthwhile in having a sense of belonging, and recasting and looking at our modern history.
quote by Billy Bragg
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Not Only Learning Facts
Not only learning facts
that flow fresh through
the mind like
a blowing wind
but life reinstalling
seemingly obvious
self apparent truth
facts belonging in the category
of novelty state of self multiplying
forward motion
truth belonging to eternal time
still silent self contained in the mind
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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Fucking years
We are a sad generation, I would say on the verge of falling, on the verge of life, on the verge of death
the ones among us who graduated, they are now regretful and full of fears
strangers overwhelmed by these fucking years
Always complaining about a world who killed us
about a journey that never started or never ended
perfectly comfortable shutting ourselves up
waiting for something better to come
Am I part of all of this? Am I still belonging to me?
All I want is to find myself again, partially new
possibly complete
My sister-in-law has three kids and a malignant cancer to beat
she is also forty and so strong and so brave
I'm ashamed of the lack of courage I see!
for noble things I'll save my tears, I let you cry these fucking years
We never know when we are ready, I mean ready to die
we just perceive that should be part of our time
but we certainly feel is too early, so many things still to accommodate
when we understand that everything has been planned yet, it's too late
Am I part of all of this? Am I still belonging to me?
All I want is to find myself again, partially new
possibly complete
'Why don't we manage a little farm in the countryside?
you know just to be closer to the earth, far from here!
coming back to true values, all around big green trees…
to wash away these fucking years'
I've thought of it too. Does this mean to run away?
Is it too dangerous changing the system from the inside?
too much involving, too much contributing...
who's going to see us dancing in the woods all alone?
sing with me 'Don't let them have their way, there is no rule we must obey'
Am I part of all of this? Am I still belonging to me?
All I want is to find myself again, partially new
possibly complete
poem by Ilaria Boffa
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See the things you want as already yours. Think of them as yours, as belonging to you, as already in your possession.
quote by Robert Collier
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What He Gave to Us
I wanted to do something different today
I didn’t know what to do, or even what to say.
I had a feeling deep inside- that made me
Want to scream “ I’m alive”.
I looked around at all the beauties of the earth
And thought about all my worth.
That I was born with all five senses
That the lord had given to me.
The sense to Touch a delicate flower
The sense to Hear a bewitching hour
The sense to Smell what s in the air.
The sense to Taste the juices of a pear
The sense to See the beauty of a pearl
There is another sense that they don’t say
Such as Feelings- of love, to wipe tears away
Feelings cover all aspects of life
It can make things wrong or things right.
Feelings of passion and despair
Of compassion from one who cares
Bitterness, anger, hate and sorrow
Even those make life worth while.
There is so much that we must be grateful for
For GOD has opened all the doors.
He knew that we needed all these things
To make our lives complete.
But there was still something missing
What good was all these senses
If we didn’t have the main sense.
The sense to think and rationalize
All that he had given
That was the thing that would really
Make life worth living.
(08/10/11)
poem by Louis Rams
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I Was Made To Think It
First and foremost you've been the ultimate friend
But you know that's not a passport to me
It's seems secondary to the official reasons I have
But you know they're not right
They're not supposed to be right
Such a royal misfit
You demand the highest respect
Such a royal misfit
Your demands should be higher
It wasn't weird it wasn't nothing
Curious at all but nothing so high
It wasn't weird it wasn't nothing
It wasn't nothing
Moments follow one another without belonging
Moments follow one another without belonging
Moments follow one another without belonging
Moments follow one another without belonging
First and foremost what you know isn't everything you are
Or everything you know it to be
It seems secondary that the real real reason I have
When you know it's not right
It's not supposed to be right
Such a royal misfit
You demand the highest respect
Such a royal misfit
Your demands should be higher
It wasn't weird it wasn't nothing
Curious at all but nothing so high
It wasn't weird it wasn't nothing
Curious at all but nothing so high
It wasn't weird it wasn't nothing
Curious at all but nothing so high
It wasn't weird it wasn't nothing
It wasn't nothing
Moments follow one another without belonging
Moments follow one another without belonging
Moments follow one another without belonging
Moments follow one another without belonging
Everything you are won't last longer
Everything you are won't last longer
Won't last longer
Won't last longer
song performed by by Idlewild
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Sonnet: We Work For Others
Why till the soil whose owner is not me,
And waste my time, energy and my sweat?
Can I be sure to taste fruits of my tree,
Or leave it to another tongue and fret?
Why clean the house belonging not to me?
I am a tenant just paying the rent!
Why can’t I live a life more selfishly?
Why can’t I be perhaps independent?
If each one thought in such ways, maybe
We can’t enjoy this kind of luxury!
All things today that we enjoy, you see
Were from forefathers which time did bury.
No one is sure how came his property!
To give to others is God’s liberty!
poem by John Celes
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The feeling of not belonging, of not being entirely worthy, of being sometimes hostage to your own sensibilities. Those things speak to me very personally.
quote by Anthony Minghella
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Spirits are coming to visit
Spirits are coming to visit,
Frog and Bee,
Coyote,
All away from home,
Coming for you,
Coming for healing.
Love is the key.
Eagles,
Dreams of flying
of belonging,
of the search
for legitimization.
Who is different?
Wolf,
pack animal,
highly attuned to belonging.
Lone Wolf,
and the pain of alienation
isolation
loneliness
Alone.
poem by Lewis MehlMadrona
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The Act of Losing
i am floating today
feeling like
a butterfly
flattering the wind
and teasing
the flowers
in this beautiful
city garden
inside a public
park
i realize
i like living the life of a foolish
blue butterfly
knowing fully well how short
my life span can be
and yet
still busying myself with
things no less
important
like
not deciding what to do
with any flower
or cloud
not having to say yes
to any wind or
cloud
neither saying no
something lies
beyond
any decision
just like it
belonging to no one
not subjecting my proboscis
to the
dictates of the hands
of time
it is a very light existence
without a thought
a direction
not even a clue
of who am
i
really
in this flitting
moment
where i am just another
anonymous
in the mall
in the park
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Wished Upon My Life Today
I wished upon my life today
I wean upon my life today
I bet upon my life today
I borrowed upon my life today
I feasted upon my life today
I fell upon my life today
I paid upon my life today
I plead upon my life today
I frowned upon my life today
I flew upon my life today
I smoked upon my life today
I shitted upon my life today
I pissed upon my life today
I pass upon my life today
I sneezed upon my life today
I sneaked upon my life today
I asked upon my life today
I ate upon my life today
I wept upon my life today
I won upon my life today.
I prayed upon my life today.
poem by David E. Patton
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My Love Needs You
My love needs you,
My mind wants you,
And my mouth speaks to you daily!
For, your muse is blended with the sense of belonging to my soul.
Shelf life,
Relating;
Self life,
Compared;
Helping,
Competition;
Minor,
Major;
Category,
Impractical;
Laziness,
Non-existent;
But, this constitutes the act of your love!
All the same, my love needs you in the sweet land of your muse.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I think I had a shyness about me, I think I discovered acting as a way to break out of that and as a way of belonging, a sense of being special.
quote by Michael C. Hall
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the voice
the conscience
the interpreter,
she is
Nadine, not naive,
the African
lover of words,
the loot,
to pick things from life
from reality
land politics,
fractured human relationships,
AIDS,
violence,
belonging,
identity,
corruption,
education,
the situation of refugees in Africa,
ecology
globalization.
third birth.
what now,
Nobel prize?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Gordimer's awareness
the voice
the conscience
the interpreter,
she is
nadine, not naive,
the african
lover of words,
the loot,
to pick things from life
from reality
land politics,
fractured human relationships,
AIDS,
violence,
belonging,
identity,
corruption,
education,
the situation of refugees in Africa,
ecology
globalisation.
third birth.
what now,
nobel prize?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Live to Love the Life You've Earned
Undaunted.
Dismiss those dispirited,
Who view life in limits.
Why bother with this?
Get on with it!
Live to love your life,
And learn.
Flaunt it!
The peace within that's felt.
Belonging to you.
Keep 'something' for yourself.
Live to love your life,
And learn.
Wanted?
No one that comes to annoy!
No one that steals your joy.
No one who initiates,
Agitating your happiness away.
Live to love your life,
And learn.
Live to love your life,
And learn.
Flaunt it!
The peace within that's felt.
Belonging to you.
Keep 'something' for yourself.
And...
Live to love your life.
Live to love your life.
Live to love 'the' life...
You've earned.
Undaunted.
Dismiss those dispirited,
Who view life in limits.
And live to love your life.
Live to love your life.
Live to love the life...
You've earned.
And, yes...
Live to love your life.
Live to love your life.
Live to love 'the' life...
You've earned.
Flaunt it!
Undaunted.
And...
Live to love your life.
Live to love your life.
Live to love 'the' life...
You've earned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To give a little
Walked they did, through the heat; the stark
Bare country they didn’t know.
Pointed they did, hungry cold guns
To faces they knew not.
Cried they did, at corpses
Belonging to those men they never met.
Yet that hell ground, that spiteful haunt
Belonging tothe Devil’s padded foot.
Got them,
Took them,
Away, from you, from life, from all.
Left them; scarred forever.
Where are they now?
You ask,
You ponder, never caring before,
Who fought, who crowed
Life’s young lads,
They took that bullet;
That fatal blast.
Some are marked with shadows
Unnoticeable to those they pass.
Others, noticed by wounds;
Of limbs long lost and skin re-sown,
Yet some you won’t meet for they are gone
Soul flown, to the land of mighty God.
Stop right there and make a mark
A token to those that have departed,
A line perhaps to the grieving gal’s
A song, limerick, even a status will do,
Give something, anything, a little will suffice
To those that gave their lives for you.
poem by Bethany Louise Chipperfield
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We live, but with no existence
We live, but with no existence
We belong to a land
Beautiful and bestowed with
All wonderful natural resources
A very cool mountainous land is ours
It drew attention of
Many saints in the past
Previous millennium saw
A number of great sages
Staying in our land
Discovered new spiritual understanding
And established institutions
For enhancing the path of enlightenment
The terrain invited a lot of tourists
Because of its snow laden landscape
And its vegetation less common
In other parts of our country
We took pride of being part of this land
And belonging to a much visited place
Things started changing over a period of time
In the last two decades or more
We, belonging to particular community,
Were chased out of the land
Because we were minority
And forced into the other part of the State
For no mistake of ours
Many lost their lives
Many lost their families
Many lost their parents
Many lost their sons and daughters
Many lost their brothers and sisters
Many lost their homes
But all lost our identities
Our governance has not
Worried about us for the simple reason
That we stood this storm and managed
To survive and that
We are too little in the greatest democracy
To decide the fate of any governance
We cry within
As we are left to stay
As a refugee in our own land
With no real belonging
Away from a soil that once was
Our mother land
We live, but with no existence
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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