Love always ends differently and it always begins differently - especially with me.
quote by Taylor Swift
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Differently
Wish you told me by and by,
That my life would come to this,
That I'd have to find a way
to let things go,
That my friends would turn to foes,
And my love would come to blows,
Then I would have done some things
differently.
Differently...
I would ask you out every night.
Differently...
And I would make you feel so good.
Differently...
And appreciate the things that
you bring to me, babe.
Differently...
Oh yes I would, oh yeah.
Yeah, I know you tried and tried,
But your signal I just missed,
When you said my little girl
would soon be gone,
Yes I didn't hear you then,
And it might be too late now,
That's another thing I'd do
differently.
Differently...
Like trying to make you feel
loved every day.
Differently...
And saying little things to
let you know how I feel.
Differently...
Yes I can hear your young
voice calling me, babe.
Differently...
Oh yes I can.
When I 'm away I call you up,
And you don't seem to miss me as much,
But I know our love
is still there in your heart,
Just differently.
Differently...
Oh yes, I can hear your young
voice calling me, babe.
Differently...
Oh yes I can.
Differently...
I'd appreciate the things that you
bring to me babe, yes I would.
Differently...
Oh come on back to me babe,
bring your love back to me.
Differently...
Oh yeah I need your love,
I need your love.
Differently...
Yes I can tell you babe,
I need your love.
Differently...
Today is a brand new day, yes it is.
Differently...
Got to get your love back, babe,
come on now bring it back to me.
Differently...
Turn it around babe, turn it
around and bring it back.
Differently...
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, got to get
your love back, come on babe.
Differently...
Yeah I can hear your young
voice calling me babe.
Differently...
Come on back to me, come on back,
yeah yeah, turn it around.
Differently...
Oh yes I can, yes I can.
Differently.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Ten-year-old boys move differently than middle-aged women, who move differently than athletic guys, who move differently than government bureaucrats.
Different
We were born from poppies. Our skins breathed like the stalks
of our birth givers. Our hairs grew and intertwined.
We were born from poppies. Our skins breathed always
differently, our eye blinked always differently and
we differently counted steps
childlike and pebbles
in little shoes, differently
burned our vocal fires and the letters
we folded differently in different colours
with different post stamps, floral oral tongues
we spoke, the children watched us, we counted,
the river knew, we counted memories and images.
How many images and memories?
We were born by our river in the fragrance of earth and grass
sweated out of the warm womb of cloying red poppies.
poem by Afrodita Nikolova
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I'd like to ask you: what you would prefer us to do? I'd like to ask my colleagues, would any other country act differently? I think the answer is very clear. No one would act differently.
quote by Silvan Shalom
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The trouble is it's very difficult to pin-point the most important thing because Aids affects everyone in different levels of society, differently and you have to respond to it differently.
quote by Emma Thompson
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With the success of the last three or so years, when a lot of people start treating you differently, there's a danger that you may start to think of yourself differently. You rely on your friends to say, 'Hey, wake up!'
quote by David Schwimmer
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I'm not the kind of person to deliberately behave differently for the sake of behaving differently, but there are certain things that you have to kind of be true to and sacrifice your own freedom at that time to do.
quote by Adrien Brody
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Words differently arranged have a different meaning, and meanings differently arranged have different effects.
quote by Blaise Pascal
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Rumi's silence
Rumi wrote much about silence.
Does that seem strange?
Poets live with silence:
the silence before the poem;
the silence whence the poem comes; .
the silence in between the words, as you
drink the words, watch them glide through your mind,
feel them slide down your throat
towards your heart;
the silence which you share with the poet
when the poem ends, sitting side by side,
feeling one another being one heart;
the silence after the poem,
when you are a different person
from the person who started reading the poem,
think differently, move differently,
act differently; know Rumi a little better
as a friend; know yourself a little more
as a friend.
Rumi was asked, why do you
talk, talk, talk, so much
about silence?
He said, the radiant one inside me
has said nothing.
And that’s the silence which we listen to
and hear in Rumi’s heart,
here, sitting in the cool shade
which the scent of roses seems to love,
while the fountain gently plays like a poet
with sound and silence.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A woman has many faces as she goes through her life. It's like we need more than one hair-do. We have many, many changes in the evolution of our lives. We have, we learn, and we grow; we view life differently, and life views us differently.
quote by Sharon Stone
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Put Your Hand In The Hand
(words & music by g. maclellan)
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man
From galilee
My momma taught me how to pray
Before I reached the age of seven
When Im down on my knees
Thats when Im closest to heaven
Daddy lived his life, two kids and a wife
Well you do what you must do
But he showed me enough of what it takes
To get me through, oh yeh!
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man
From galilee
Oh yeh!
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man
From galilee
Oh yeh!
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who stilled the water
Put your hand in the hand of the man
Who calmed the sea
Take a look at yourself
And you can look at others differently
Put your hand in the hand of the man
From galilee
Oh yeh!
Put your hand in the hand of the man from galilee
Put your hand in the hand of the man from galilee, oh yeh!
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Are the things that now, in retrospect, with what I've seen happen to my company, would I have done some things differently? I think - I think we all would do - we would do a number of things differently.
quote by Jeffrey Skilling
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Poetential
Dull sublunary lovers need
the help of 3D glasses
to ever seen things differently,
or grasp just what romance is.
We poets see things differently
because we take more chances.
The seen and unseen, we embrace
without cardboard enhancers.
Could Love even express itself
without our helpful similes?
Honor or Courage, without our help,
would be just pale facsimiles.
We are the guardians of the words
that hollow men would empty.
Poetential is our flaming sword
against their verbal entropy
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Chant
the lotus chant
i hear this morning as i listen
attentively i feel like all hands
are massaging my whole body
i close my eyes
and feel the piano keys
running among themselves
producing the
monotonous sounds of
sleep
this morning you hear
it differently
sounding like some frogs
in the rain
you love it more like it
you see
we feel differently
like night and day.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Faith
Verily for the morality
The text of religion
And the freedom of poetry
To the one God speaks differently
Differently to the other
From the firmaments deep dug in existence
God’s rule is the final word
Whether city of God on earth
Or after death
Some beauty for the generations
The aesthetics of living
Yes I understand what faith is
I know the raptures of love too
Love without rules
No space and time
For many times I had been thinking
Faith is both and faith may
After death bring heaven
With faith I may
Live here right
I wish tonight
I have some dreams
12/6/2009
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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Existential Hopscotch
I see
I see You
You see,
see Me, too
We see,
You and Me
And agree
We see a tree
If You see
what I see
then what I see
is just for Me
I do not see
how You could be
if consistently
We both agree
It must be
successively
You personify
a part of me
If You see
differently,
but still agree
there is a tree
Accordingly,
explain to me
what exactly
that You see
Describe for me
painstakingly
complexities
of the tree
If I believe
and fathom thee,
it is simply
still a tree
Henceforth see,
You're still Me,
just going about it
differently
If You truly
see no tree
could You be,
perhaps, free?
You could see,
or not, maybe,
or think, really,
of how You aren't Me
But whether You be
a contingency
outside of Me,
a mystery
If I see,
and know I'm Me,
then one reality
there must be
Inevitably
and curiously
defined within
intimacy
poem by Jupiter Salt
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I Think, ...
I think, I think some things bit uniquely;
I think, I ink some things bit differently;
I think, I link things bit mysteriously;
I think, I wink and blink like most others!
I think, God wants me to think differently;
I think, God wants me to ink uniquely;
I think, God makes me sink my grievances;
I think, God bestows on me nuances!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-27-2008
poem by John Celes
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The Key
I couldnt fall asleep all last night my mind was racin
I left so much behind to find the dream that I was chasin
And now I have a need to take a look at what is real
I need to learn to live and love and breathe and touch and feel
Chorus
But all I really know is what I see
And everybody sees it differently
I wish someone would open up my heart and look inside of me
But Im the only one who holds the key
Your body aglow as if to show you peacefully dreamin
So only you could know that deep inside somebody was screamin
And callin out to anyone who could help you through the night
And hopin that someone would come along to make it right
But all you really know is what you see
And everybody sees it differently
I wish someone could open up your soul and set the demon free
But youre the only one who holds the key
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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Moma Dance
and all throughout I gaze and glimpse you
loving never did convince you
I see you when you're all alone
it's like a person I've not known
the moment ends though I feel winds
blowing differently than ever before
and they're pushing me further from shore
a frothy cap the steady slap
of lines against the rail
a biting rain take in the main
up the rigging take in sail mind the skipper we'll not fail
he'll bring out wine all will be fine just hear the order watch the sail
the moment ends
song performed by by Phish
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0026 The other poetry
It could be tomorrow.
Or the day after.
The important thing will be
that you’ll know when it happens that
it’s what you’ve been waiting for
perhaps all your life
you’ll go out of the door as usual
at the usual time
but instead of turning right
you’ll turn left
just that
and then it will unfold
like someone else’s life
and you’ll talk to different people,
listen differently
see differently
and then find yourself writing
in a quite different way
perhaps even in a strange language
about emotions you never had before
deep down, it’s always been whispering
no singing, in your ear
like when you were a child
and there they were behind you but
you could never turn round quick enough
to catch them. The other poetry
you never wrote but you know it’s there
maybe waiting for you
maybe waiting for someone else
but there. So close.
Maybe one day.
Or the day after.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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