Decorate your home. It gives the illusion that your life is more interesting than it really is.
quote by Charles M. Schulz
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Grand Illusion
I saw you in a dream, it hit me like a bright light
Flashing on a screen, visions of my whole life.
I used to chase the moment of desire
Back to when my young heart burned like a fire.
It was just a, nothing but a grand illusion.
Heart was quicker than the eye.
Nothing but a grand illusion,
Legend in my own mind.
I held you in my arms till the other side of midnight.
Kept you in my mind, you got me through some long nights.
Standing on the threshold of desire,
Caught between the madness and the fire.
Chorus
It was all a grand illusion.
Hand was quicker than the eye.
Nothing but a grand illusion,
Legends in our own minds.
I used to chase the moments of desire
Back to when my young heart burned like a fire.
It was just a, nothing but a, it was all a grand illusion.
Nothing but a grand illusion.
It was all a grand illusion,
Legend in my own mind.
It was just a grand illusion.
Nothing but a grand illusion.
It was just a grand illusion,
Legend in our own mind.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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I think real life reflects your movies. In your life, you pick stuff that influences what movie roles you wanna pick. I think if you've got an interesting life, you wanna do interesting movies about interesting things.
quote by Chris Tucker
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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Grand Illusion
Have you ever been sittin' at home watchin' television
and suddenly something comes on the TV and you say to yourself,
"Hey, how come my life ain't like that?"
Or maybe you're sittin' lookin' in a magazine,
you see some pictures, some advertising, you says,
"Man, I must really suck because my life sure ain't like that."
Did you ever feel that way? Yeah-
Well, you wanna know why your life isn't like what you see on TV
and in movies, in magazines and such, you wanna know why?
'Cause that's all bullshit! That's right-
Don't you go believing movies and TV and rock videos and all that crap, come on, I mean-
All that is is somebody else's fantasy, you know what I'm sayin' to you?
In fact, all it is is really more like a "Grand Illusion."
Welcome to the grand illusion
Come on in and see what's happenin'
Pay the price get your tickets for the show
The stage is set, the band starts playin'
Suddenly your heart is pounding
You're wishing secretly you were a star
But don't be fooled by the radio
The TV or the magazine
They'll show you photographs
Of how your life should be
But they're just someone else's fantasies
So if you think your life is complete confusion
'Cause you never win the game
Just remember that it's a grand illusion
And deep inside we're all the same
We're all the same
So if you think your life is complete confusion
'Cause your neighbor's got it made
Just remember that it's a grand illusion
Deep inside we're all the same
America spells competition
Join us in our blind ambition
Get yourself a brand new motor car
But someday soon we'll start to ponder
What on earth is this spell we're under
We made the grade and still we wonder
Who the hell we are
song performed by by Styx
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And so much of my life has been about returning home and longing for home, wanting my children to know about my roots. And I thought I can't be the only one to feel this way so I thought it would be an interesting topic to explore.
John A Rooney Imports
John A. Rooney Imports is where you will find
hand-crafted imports that are one of a kind.
Hand-carved and hand painted furniture from around the globe
delights the senses, adds a unique appeal to your home.
In the John A. Rooney's department of housewares—
discover kitchen accessories that are unique with a flair.
India and Central America is where beautiful beadwork on tapestry is made
decorate your home with gypsy style to brighten your days.
Rooney's Imports has colorful, soft clothing that flows-
wear unique jewelry made of silver, beads and semiprecious stone.
.Visit John A. Rooney Imports on Lake Avenue today
decorate your home with items from faraway places like Bombay.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on July 1,2012
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Empty As The Air
A life of substance, is always one that is desired.
But what of the substance you speak of?
How do you define it?
For ones man's junk is another man's treasure.
Substance is what we make of it.
Leading an interesting life in the gallows, could be considered a life of substance if that is what he desires.
Are you trying say he is saying pity me I have not lived an interesting life, one full of life changing, learning, and ever different experiences?
Do go on, as we investigate the brain.
Put it under some light.
What is really their?
Hmm, I can only wonder.
Maybe it is something empty as the air.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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End suffering end life!
End suffering, end life
End illusion, become
an non-identified
self
Cut your
heart
out
for
the sake
of truth
Illusion has
a soul
and it
hurts
poem by Jay Reynolds
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Joy an illusion...
Joy an illusion...
Nothing in life seems to be fun,
Nothing in life seems to be joy,
Its always those ifs and but’s
Which pop up and create troubles,
No matter how much you try,
Happiness is a resource which is scarce everywhere,
No matter how much you attempt,
Failure always precedes success,
The joy is an illusion to which, there is no end and its just life,
That has too many bends
You never know which way you turn,
But the grass that appears greener on the other side never turns to be true…
poem by Mustafa Mun
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Religion And Magic
Who are these fellows?
Religion - Magic
Are they siblings who seem remarkably similar?
Are they identical twins - fantastically alike in all things?
Are they but two sides of the same coin - the coin of illusion?
Which came first - religion or magic?
The answer remains shrouded in the dim mists
Of our early steps on the stage of our existence
Magic - creator of illusion masked as reality
Religion - creator of illusion from reality
Both create illusion - purvey the same mask
Magic and religion present illusion as truth
This is my view
Another may be for you
Yet know this - If you believe illusion be truth or truth illusion
The result is the same.
Claude H Oliver II
4/28/2012
poem by Claude H Oliver II
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Really Really
You have the power
take on rule and show
what you want
what you really really want
is it me
or is it an illusion?
You have the game
take on role and play
what you desire
what you really really desire
am I there
or am I just an illusion?
You have the frame
take on reel and dream
what you imagine
what you really really imagine
am I there
or am I just an illusion?
You have the goal
take on real and action
what you hunt
what you really really hunt
is it me
or is it an illusion?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I knew I wanted children in my life. The acting was always in relation to it. Life at home is chaos. They're wonderful. They're such interesting human beings. I just love it. I'm lucky.
quote by Annette Bening
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Sleeping Through The Rain
Happiness
Is an interesting concept
That is only half real
Mostly an illusion
If happiness
Is like sleeping
Then fear
Is what wakes us up
And brings us back
From our perfect dream-land
Sadness
Is like rain
You feel cold and alone
And a little bit lost
But it goes away in the end
Determination
Keeps us going
Through thick and thin and everything else
For without it
There is only sleeping through the rain
And being woken up by fear
Calm
Is the blankets around our happiness,
The roof to keep out the rain
The tiredness that keeps fear
From awakening us
Calm
Surrounds our souls
And keeps the peace
And makes good days
Easy
And bad days
Better
And life alive
And together
With all the people on Earth
We get through each day
Minute by minute
Second by second
Until our time is up
And what have we worked for?
The illusion of happiness
The blanket of calm
The pouring rain of sadness
The waking of fear
And the determination of everything
And if that isn't good enough
Then surely nothing is real
Except the sound of
Ticking clocks
Marking the life of
Reality
poem by Autumn Asrai
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Everyone assumes that novelists are smarter and more interesting. They're generally smarter and more interesting, but they're often very short. So it kind of cancels all the smart and interesting stuff out.
quote by Liev Schreiber
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Paul Riser tells it in an interesting way; he dissects it and tells the structure, you know, 'you don't mention that part here.' But that's what's interesting about it and the people who are absent are interesting too.
Some Aspects Are Irreconciliable
this is the story
you meet someone whom you think is very interesting
and you go to a busy place
buy beer and talk a while
the usual get to know scripts
more bottles to make
a certain familiarity
more words
and less periods
less question marks now
more of introspection
and then
all the questions are erased
the answers are too much to take
the conversations drag
and contempt comes at the last drink
'one for the road' the other says
you leave and you realize
home is always sweeter even without
anyone whom you at first think is very interesting.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Illusion
How do I begin and where do I end
who will be the one whom I can depend.
I fool myself, an illusion I see
Thinking that he'll be there for me.
But when at night I lay in bed
I reach out for him and nothing I get...
It's only an illusion that comes my way
Will I be ever lucky someday.
To have him, feel him and call him mine
I will then finally draw a line.
No more illusion then I will see
if this turns out into reality.
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Love's illusion
You are a dream illusion of my reality,
You are the illusion of my dreams,
You are an illusion.
I try to live in dreams,
You see,
Dreams are my reality,
But don't be worried, my love,
They will disappear
Like bubbles
In the air,
Without leaving
Any trace in my memory.
They can form the illusion
Of the ideal perfect love,
More fragile
Than anything I know.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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The Decline of Truth
The smoldering embers of a tree
Once shinning the life of men
Remind the story of the sad illusion
That was to be the decline of truth.
Taken by the fire of madness
Stoked by the anger within,
The clear ponds reflected the brave knight
The hero of truth
The bringer of illusion.
Stricken by the light of darkness
The sky is forever in chaos
As the light that once gave it color
Was devoured by the demon of madness.
The leaves that flew in the winds
Now rest by the embers reflecting illusion
And the smoldering heat of truth
Became apparent as the hero trapped in illusion
Sauntered beneath the chaos sky
And as the demon devoured illusion
The truth became apparent
And the hero that never was,
Defeated by truth
Faded to the embers of sad illusion
And added to the decline of truth.
poem by Mario Gonzalez
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Christmas Lights
Christmas Lights
Shiny and Bright
You decorate Christmas Trees,
You decorate houses.
And you can be found
In the fireplace
Glowing away
Christmas Lights
You brighten up my night
Every year
In the month of December
Inside and outside
Christmas Lights
You're a joy
To see
Every Christmas season
poem by Emily Krauss
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