Man has but three events in his life: to be born, to live, and to die. He is not conscious of his birth, he suffers at his death and he forgets to live.
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There are only three events in a man's life; birth, life, and death; he is not conscious of being born, he dies in pain, and he forgets to live.
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There are only three events in a man's life birth, life, and death he is not conscious of being born, he dies in pain, and he forgets to live.
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Death - The Gift of Life
There’s nothing certain but death
Nor beyond nor before
We are born and live to die
Death the only gift of life
We fret; make noise, shout and cry
We skid from hills to valley and back
Get torn among home, work and friends
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
We fight, we scream, we spurn
We step on each others’ toe
All to achieve and amass
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Walk we straight with pride
Look we people in the eye
Seldom do we stop and stoop
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
We make friends, yet sly
Break hearts and water eyes
Too proud to bend or mend
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Each death promise another
Our last breath gives forth life
To another birth to die again
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Never can we live past in life
In death we reach the very start
From grains we come, to grains we go
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
poem by Thomas PJ New Delhi
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Death and Birth
Death leads to birth rather than birth, to death.
Birth is close to death and not vice versa.
Every birth is at the result of a death.
Death to birth, not birth to death, is the path.
The death of clay is the birth of a pot;
The death of the pot is the birth of clay.
Ice melts to water and water forms ice.
In each conversion, occur death and birth.
The death of a night is the birth of a day;
The death of a day is the birth of a night.
New Year means the death of the old year too.
In each transition, takes place death and birth.
The death of a seed is the birth of a plant;
The death of gametes is the birth of an embryo.
Salts die to form cells; cells die to form salts.
In each growth, form death and birth of matter.
The so called death and birth is nothing but
Deaths and births of forms made of matter.
The matter itself does not die to be born
But is converted to different forms.
Elements disappear to form plants.
Plants as food add to the animals’ flesh.
Plants and animals on death liberate
As elements, serving through worms and germs.
When a child is born, there’s no birth of life.
The embryo transforms into a child.
When a man dies, there is no death of life.
The body disintegrates to salts.
Matter, energy and life have no death
They have got one birth since when they’ve been.
They interact and come different stages
In which the pattern is death and birth.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Live
Clear out your mind
Look to your past and see what you can find
Stole soul afraid
Of the prophets perfect picture falls away
Is this the life that we choose to live
Or is this the life that has been giving
Now is the time to see what my life should be
What is mine!?
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
It's a timeless rage
For many people praying to be saved
Truth is so strong
It needs lights to guide it so it can carry on
I've seen blood on my hands
Am I dead or is this where it begins
I feel the shame
For my friend who put a bullet in his brain!
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
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We live in!
We live in!
song performed by by Zug Izland
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For God’s Glory
How to live for God’s Glory, begins for us at the Christmas story,
Where we witness a special birth, that changed men on the earth.
The story ends with Easter Truth, with resurrection as living proof,
That by The Son’s Revelation, all men face an eternal destination.
Christ’s birth was a Gift from God, to all men on this earth we trod,
The Gift of God’s great Salvation, to each and every single nation.
His death grants all men new life, through God’s Son Jesus Christ,
Through that Gift God did give, all men in Christ can eternally live.
New life starts here on the earth, through The Spirit and new birth,
As believers become born again, they become for Christ holy men.
Guiding us in His Righteous Light, to live a life that’s pure and right,
As it’s God’s Glory that we live for, to lead others to Christ our Lord.
Our earthly life begins one story, which for believers ends in Glory,
With Eternal Life, that has no end, in a place we can’t comprehend.
Following His death, we sacrifice, our former ways for Jesus Christ,
Living in The Spirit, we receive, from Christ Jesus when we believe.
We live for Christ, Who died for us, placing in The Lord, all our trust,
As He makes our life a testament, to our Savior, whom He had sent.
This earthly life’s a small price to pay, for what God did on that day,
So that we could live forevermore, up in Glory, with Christ our Lord.
(Copyright ©01/2007)
Life, Where Is life!
Life is always light
for some
Life is always fight
for some,
Life is full of light
For some
Life is without light for some,
Life is search for light,
Some live a long life,
Some live for a short,
Some live for a purpose,
some live for themselves,
Some live for others,
Some are good thinkers,
Some are fantastic,
Some live in fantasies,
Some are short sighted,
And live a life, full of fight,
Some or long sighted,
And always stumble!
Some are great by birth,
Some are great by thoughts,
Some are great by deeds,
some are really great,
and they have the vission,
They have the strength and will,
they look as a lake still,
Yet they are full of life,
They always smile
And keep worries way a mile!
some has ways open, some has to open them on own,
Some Wander where life takes,
Some take life where they want,
Some are really great
Those realise, if not there is either birth or death,
Who is there to say what is life?
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Womb to womb to tomb
I am born unto this womb
To be born again unto another womb
Before I take birth once again unto another womb
Then as mark of respect
A tomb shall man place on that womb
To remind the world
That this day a man
Was, born unto this womb.
Before another birth I seek
To live another life in another womb
In the seas of life I shall swim
Before I am once again ready
To take birth unto this womb
To be born again unto another womb
Before, I take birth once again to be entombed.
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poem by cyclopseven Ram
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Life is but a lesson...
At birth I was ripped from my warm safe place,
Yet now I fear death so I flee it with haste.
As a babe in my youth I yearned for more years,
But as time's passed me by it's age I now fear...
Into this world I was born and life gave me breath,
Now each path that I choose always leads to my death.
For both death and life are old inseperable friends,
My life's but a lesson just a means to an end...
If I live life to the fullest will time pass me by?
If I start asking questions will I ever know why?
Wisdom is gibberish and gibberish is clear,
What I most wanted once is now what I most fear...
When I want most to live will it be time to die?
I dont want life to end! Will that be my last cry?
I think death must be life and to leave is to stay,
So I pray hell is heaven when my life slips away...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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The philosophy to live
The life is
respect and dignity
My philosophy of
life is to
live with dreams
Is satisfying to
think at the
philosophy to live
The philosophy to
live is sacred
and genuine
Is essential that
the philosophy to
live is a
conscious and satisfying
act of our
personal existence
The philosophy to
live must be
defended from excessive
attacks
The philosophy to
live will be
a peaceful and
motivated revolution
The life is
a great and
magnificent work
The life must
be lived slowly
because only thus
can be authentic
The life is
not appearance
The life travels
in the present
The life is
an alternation of
emotions and sensations
There shouldn't be
obsessions in life
because it's an
unrepeatable and extravagant
thing
poem by Laura arwen
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Born Knowing
a rare few
are born
knowing
knowing
pre-birth
meeting
memories
of before
birth born
life spent
remembering
knowledge
reality
purpose
pre-birth
life line live
remembering
purpose timing
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Conjoined Twins
Our birth is rather rare!
Hasn’t Nature been unfair?
Our bodies fused at points,
We’re babies freak – you stare!
We’re mostly just stillborn!
But, some are born alive;
None know how we are born;
We were called ‘Siamese Twins’!
‘Conjoined Twins’ is better!
Some worked as circus clowns;
Some lived to adolescent age –
A life like in a cage!
Some had two heads and one torso;
Some thoraces, conjoined;
Some were fused back to back;
Why God allows our births?
Thoracopagus; pygopagus;
Dicephalus tetrabrachius:
Some died before their birth;
Some were mere exhibits!
Some were lucky to earn some name;
Some were lucky to get some fame;
But to be born as ‘Conjoined Twins’ –
Oh, what a horrifying shame!
But those were olden days!
There is now improved scope;
The modern world gives hope –
To help us live separate.
Just try to live like us;
Then, you will know our plight;
Something had not been right;
We cannot live and fight!
Yet, life is miserable;
We are a sorry lot;
We live with anguished hearts,
Until we can depart!
Most of us can’t survive;
Yet, some are born alive;
To live for long, we strive;
God allows some to thrive.
So, pray, we shouldn’t be born;
But you kill the unborn,
All hale and hearty kids –
Foul murder, God forbids?
Be humane men, women;
God watches from heaven;
How can you kill children,
Who aren’t deformed like us?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-20-2008
poem by John Celes
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An Invite, to Eternity
Wilt thou go with me, sweet maid,
Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me
Through the valley-depths of shade,
Of night and dark obscurity;
Where the path has lost its way,
Where the sun forgets the day,
Where there's nor life nor light to see,
Sweet maiden, wilt thou go with me!
Where stones will turn to flooding streams,
Where plains will rise like ocean waves,
Where life will fade like visioned dreams
And mountains darken into caves,
Say, maiden, wilt thou go with me
Through this sad non-identity,
Where parents live and are forgot,
And sisters live and know us not!
Say, maiden; wilt thou go with me
In this strange death of life to be,
To live in death and be the same,
Without this life or home or name,
At once to be and not to be -
That was and is not -yet to see
Things pass like shadows, and the sky
Above, below, around us lie?
poem by John Clare
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Fascination
Death fascinates;
Life can be cruel.
Death is my morbid but most-loved obsession.
Life is hard-
I am out of control.
Death is my relationship to reality-
Life is not fair.
Death is an entity of beauty, though
Life is strange…
Death is veracity, although it can be
The facet of my delusions-
I live my life while
Thoughts of death are so often invasive.
Death is mysterious, and
Life is a river refracting light-
Death is dark but intriguing.
Life is amazing.
Death in turn- is amazing as it can be.
I live my life in a dream world.
Death is indeed mysterious, although-
Life
Is
Stranger…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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No individual soul
Which- the soul or body-
Is the cause of one
To be holy or lowly?
Which- the soul or the body-
Is the cause for the king
To down and the traitor to crown?
Which- the soul or the body-
Is the seat of genes
That transmits features?
Soul and body are co-born
Ever since when life was born.
At no stage, be birth, embryo,
Zygote or gametes that fuse,
Was the life born for the soul
To enter the body at birth,
And part at death.
Death is no more than
A death of a twig of the tree.
28.12.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If only.......
if only i can break my heart into pieces, you
will felt that my life lives only for you, and if
time has whispering a voice, then
everything will be mesmerized in the storage
of memories and all will come always to
realize that life is worthwhile to live
my life comes to witness the good and
wonderful things happening in your life, i am
made to hold on my love for you
i have live according to the will of the Father,
and that creation is nothing without you, you’re
the special one, who by fate has come to rescue
my life
I have been born to love you, even though
you are not what i wanted in my life, you have
come though i knew i never want to live
with you
Yes, if only i can turn the tide of the wind and
crumple the season of time, and there i can still
touch the birth of the skies, that in my heaven
nest i fall to rest
i take my hour that you’re in my side, dripping to
learn of what is life in the mudding dirt, so
harsh to live, yet so fulfilling to remember that
life is not but a melody to hold in my aging life
please know me, that comes what may my life is
only for you.....darling
poem by Antonio Liao
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All Through Him
Through what we call natural birth, we’re born onto a sinful earth,
And whatever land we’re born in, we are a child that’s born in sin,
Born separated from God above, who reached out with His love,
Providing redemption for all men, so that we can be Born Again.
Through the Cross God forgives, because of His Son, who lives,
We’re redeemed from all iniquity, all through the cross in Calvary,
Granting men hope and peace, that when received will not cease,
Forgiven through the act of Christ, who for sinners paid the price.
Through the Resurrection is life, for us, in The Lord, Jesus Christ,
As the grave could not hold Him, we gain a New Life, free of sin,
A New Life to live abundantly, leaving sin at the cross of Calvary,
As we live to serve The Risen King, and His Praises we now sing.
Through our Savior Jesus Christ, we become heirs of Eternal Life,
Life in Heaven, with God is in store, for all believers, forevermore,
And we too, shall all be changed, in ways that only God arranged,
While Christ has prepared a place, for believers through His grace.
Today the choice belongs to men, in a world which is condemned,
To continue in their sin or be free, through God’s Lamb of Calvary,
Also, Eternal Life or eternal death, when they take their last breath,
Life with God, it stands to reason, why ignore this special season?
(Copyright ©04/2010)
Live Life
live
live the life you want to live
live the way you want to live the way you want your life to be
pursue your dreams and dream the dreams that you pursue
live your life live your dreams touch and reach for all these dreams
do not think much there is no point to so much ponder and banter
live, live, live the life that gives you life
this is our main business my friend,
the living must live the life of the living
we die, we die for sure, in our own time, in His own will
ours is not to destroy this life we have
this gift
ours is to live this life, why bother about dying?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Till Death Come
I live and wanted to live for ever
I never want to die before death come
And I die once only and only once.
I am not here to fear anyone
I am not here to loose my heart
I am not here to commit suicide
I am not so dirt.
I want to live and live in any situation
I want to live till death come to me
On its own accord.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Veil of Death
Death for believers is but a veil, for through Christ we will prevail,
For we may die upon this earth, but live the promise of new birth.
After this life and much travail, we slip through a mysterious veil,
Into the presence of God’s Throne, through no efforts of our own.
For a brief moment we may sleep, but as we awake we will reap,
Reap from God an Eternal Life, and all due to the work of Christ.
When we sleep in Christ we wake; because He died for our sake.
Though Christ died now He lives, and Eternal Life to us He gives.
Death although it may come, has been swallowed up by The Son,
Through His victory on the cross, where Christ died for all the lost.
Now not only have we been found, but in Him new life will abound,
A life that starts upon this earth, when we experience a New Birth.
Life may begin here my friend, but a new life in Christ has no end,
As we enter what seems as death, we breathe in Heaven’s breath.
We’ll leave behind all that’s frail, as we briefly slip through the veil,
As we enter into God’s Paradise, to live forever with Jesus Christ.
We’ll leave the bodies that have died, and get new bodies glorified,
We will live an eternity with Him, in God’s Paradise that has no sin,
This could be the reason why; precious is the death, in God’s eyes,
Of all the saints He calls His own, as they enter their Eternal Home.
(Copyright ©05/2006)