Whereas "false stories" can be told anywhere and at any time, myths must not be recited except during a period of sacred time.
quote by Mircea Eliade
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Stories
when we were young stories were told
That I'd kiss you sweet like
People said there was a connection between us
Now that we're old stories are told
Of how I hold you tight
Whenever I see those people I tell them they were right
Stories will be told
From when our children are young
until they're old
About our endless love
We must have had a blessing from above
Stories will be told until we're old
Stories will be told until the end of time
Stories will be told until we're old
Stories will be told until the end of time
Until the sun won't rise
Oh
song performed by by Hanson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Lying Truth
How do we know we are speaking the truth.
Because we got it from a 'reliable' source,
And who told you it was a 'reliable' source.
Ha, Is there any thing that is really called the truth.
For, every 'truth' told in this twisted and sinister world,
A lie is invented, concocted, told.
And when a question is asked, and the truth is required,
And if told, many events, considered dire,
Happen in response,
A white lie is told.
But the whitest lie, considered the truthful lie,
Thought up by those considered wise and selfless,
Is really the darkest, blackest, most deceiving lies of all.
Over time stories, true stories, turn to myths, myths to legends.
so why not lies, white lies too.
Centuries, years, maybe even weeks and days,
Turns the most deceiving and evil lies into the 'truth'.
So I come back to my original question,
But don't misconstrue my words,
For I dear not defy the truth,
The truth, so rare, that passes us unnoticed, unseen, undetected,
The rare truth that exists in this dark, sinister world.
So yes,
How do we know we are speaking the truth.
The truth, the truth, the lie.
poem by Michael Devenish
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The 'Truth
How do we know we are speaking the truth.
Because we got it from a 'reliable' source,
And who told you it was a 'reliable' source.
Ha, Is there any thing that is really called the truth.
For, every 'truth' told in this twisted and sinister world,
A lie is invented, concocted, told.
And when a question is asked, and the truth is required,
And if told, many events, considered dire,
Happen in response,
A white lie is told.
But the whitest lie, considered the truthful lie,
Thought up by those considered wise and selfless,
Is really the darkest, blackest, most deceiving lies of all.
Over time stories, true stories, turn to myths, myths to legends.
so why not lies, white lies too.
Centuries, years, maybe even weeks and days,
Turns the most deceiving and evil lies into the 'truth'.
So I come back to my original question,
But don't misconstrue my words,
For I dear not defy the truth,
The truth, so rare, that passes us unnoticed, unseen, undetected,
The rare truth that exists in this dark, sinister world.
So yes,
How do we know we are speaking the truth.
The truth, the truth, the lie.
poem by Michael Devenish
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You see, I was told stories, we were all told stories as kids in Nigeria. We had to tell stories that would keep one another interested, and you weren't allowed to tell stories that everybody else knew. You had to dream up new ones.
Fairytale
(written by tony arata)
I love cinderella
cause every time that it ends
Somebody gets a fella
Time and again
And the moral of the story is
For everyone theres a love that fits
But it was all
Nothing but a fairytale
Never comin true
It was all
Nothing but a fairytale
Until I found you
And the one about the rainbow
Every time its told
Some lucky old so and so
Gets a promised pot of gold
Its some reward for all our time
Something sweet at the end of the line
All of the same stories
All of the same words
All of them told to me
In a way Ive never heard
By you
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
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But again, I put in my time with Marvel and DC so there was that period of my life of trying to learn how to draw and tell stories in a proper fashion.
quote by Todd McFarlane
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Last Time
Well I told you once and I told you twiceight.
But ya never listen to my advice goin right.
You dont try very hard to please me
With what you know it should be easy
Well this could be the last time
This could be the last time
Maybe the last time
I dont know. oh no. oh no.
Well, Im sorry girl but I cant stay
Feelin like I do today
Its too much pain and too much sorrow
Guess Ill feel the same tomorrow
Well this could be the last time
This could be the last time
Maybe the last time
I dont know. oh no. oh no.
Well I told you once and I told you twice
That someone will have to pay the price
But heres a chance to change your mind
Cuz Ill be gone a long, long time
Well this could be the last time
This could be the last time
Maybe the last time
I dont know. oh no. oh no.
Well, this could be the last time
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Time Heals all
when my brother had a bad car crash and nearly died
i was told to give it time
time heals all
one after another my four grandparents died
i was told to give it time
time heals all
when a mates brother hung himself
i was told to give it time
time heals all
when my friend turned her back and distroyed my life
i was told to give it time
time heals all
when i got epilepsy and lost peoples trust
i was told to give it time
time heals all
when i got depressed and lost control of my life
i was told to give it time
time heals all
i gave it time
but i'm not healed
so when dose time help
when do people stop relying on time
and get off there butts and help
cause time dosen't heal all on its own
Stories
Through every window, we look out
what we see on the other side
holds many stories waiting to unfold.
Stories of great achievements
within someone’s life.
Stories of gathering love
found with in open arms.
Stories of perusing heartaches
where someone has gone away.
Stories a million fold
that surround every living thing.
Stories we are not aware of,
but happen before our eyes.
Stories to share with all
from those who can see them unfold.
The next time you look out a window
try and see what is really there,
the stories that are everywhere.
26 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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New Charm
Long ago, almost forgotten in the winds of time
a wonderful story fired my mind: a kind, lovable
old soul preached how legends and myths told
of strange portents
A hero, sensitive and strong, was cast as Lodi,
the Spirit King who came down a mountain and
was met and helped by a young Prince to
establish a new reign of peace on earth
Ever since I have been searching for more such
imaginative themes to add to the lovely tapestry
these colourful strands weave in my mind, the
latest sparkles of silver and gold
Were added by an Internet author mentioning
the mythical Giorgio de Santillana & Hertha von
Dechend theory that characters of ancient myth
are to be identified with the planets
That gods are really stars - the characters and
adventures of mythology explain the balance
of power among stars and planets - this
enables me to read the wildly immoral
And totally improbable Cuneiform clay tablet
stories and myths of the ancients with new
enjoyment – without this focal point, these
myths and legends seemed
Just a waste, the impossible psychological
and physical prowess ascribed to the actors
made it seem like the ravings of madmen
without any redeeming features
But as allegories and symbols of heavenly orbs
all fall into place, enacting the tale of precession
and the cataclysms unleashed when these bodies
are struck by meteorites; undergoing
Inevitable polarity changes – suddenly these
stories acquired a new charm that delights…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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We Hear the Time
We hear the time-beautiful time-
In the year when the truth is unveiled.
We see the time-beautiful time-
In the year when the light shines upon us.
We smell the time-beautiful time-
In the year when the earth is awakened.
We taste the time-beautiful time-
In the year when the false collapses.
We touch the time with the hands sublime
And the hearts like the sacred lotus.
We feel the time with the light divine
Bursting forth from the depths of despair.
We shout the time when the planets align
Like the sun with its sparkling hair.
We dance the time when the music rhymes
And we set forth where no one dared.
We breathe the time with our bodies supine,
Breathing in the transcendent air.
We speak the time with the language enshrined
In the nebulae debonair.
While the voices scream and the mystics dream
To the minds that are unaware
Of the time that in now, of the beauty within
That the surface things have concealed.
Yes, the time has arrived-beautiful time-
That the prophecies have revealed.
June 22,2012
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Forever
I know you
When i first met you
I felt like I had known you forever
Telling you my secrets
I bet you thought
We would become more than just friends
Over a period of time,
I got to know the real you
A boy so caring and gentle,
With a heart so true
You've survived your life
With hurt and loneliness by your side
I'd told you I'd never leave
Because of the feelings i have insideb
I know you
Like no one i have ever known
And sometimes i wonder
What i'd do if you were gone?
So i have decided
Time answers all
If it is meant to be
Time will remove the wall
poem by Margaret Smith Vail
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Tell Me
Tell me what its like to be with you
Remind me of the things we used to do
And tell me that this time will ne ver end
Tell me what its like
Tell me again
Every time you stay
It never feels quite the same
An every time you go
It hurts a way you'll never know
I guess your stories make me feel
Like its alright now
Everything i fear
Shows itself every time you're here
And everything I know
Leaves with you every time you go
I wish your stories
Could erase everything that i said
Tell me what its like to be with you
Remind me of the things we used to do
And tell me that this time will ne ver end
Tell me what its like
Tell me again
You loook that way
Don't want to see you look that way
You talk that way
Dont want to feel this way
Tell me what its like to be with you
Remind me of the things we used to do
And tell me that this time will ne ver end
Tell me what its like
Tell me again
song performed by by Goldfinger
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I felt traditions were fading away
I felt traditions were fading away
Today, it is all about
Fast, easy, and gaudy
It destroy customs
It was time to give something back
To ensure the transmission
Of ancient art form
Was handed down
By the old Masters
In its integral form
To be recited at it's best
Royal poetry has always been a mystery
What do the royals read?
No one really knows
Royal poems relate
To their individual art
Culture, and ceremonies
It is formed differently
And recited distinctively
poem by Ahmad Shiddiqi
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Wondrous Stories
I awoke this morning
Love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence me
Leaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories.
Beg to hear your wonderous stories.
He spoke of lands not far
Or lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured high
Where reason captured his time.
In no time at all he took me to the gate.
In haste I quickly checked the time.
If I was late I had to leave to hear your wonderous stories.
Had to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing
Hearing
Hearing your wonderous stories.
Hearing your wonderous stories.
It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
Imagine everything
Youre close
And were you there to stand
So cautiously at first and then so high.
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
I bid it to return
To hear your wonderous stories.
Return to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
song performed by by Yes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Wondrous Stories
I awoke this morning
Love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence me
Leaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories.
Beg to hear your wonderous stories.
He spoke of lands not far
Or lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured high
Where reason captured his time.
In no time at all he took me to the gate.
In haste I quickly checked the time.
If I was late I had to leave to hear your wonderous stories.
Had to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing
Hearing
Hearing your wonderous stories.
Hearing your wonderous stories.
It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
Imagine everything
Youre close
And were you there to stand
So cautiously at first and then so high.
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
I bid it to return
To hear your wonderous stories.
Return to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
song performed by by Yes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Wonderous Stories
(anderson)
I awoke this morning
Love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence me
Leaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories.
Beg to hear your wonderous stories.
He spoke of lands not far
Or lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured high
Where reason captured his time.
In no time at all he took me to the gate.
In haste I quickly checked the time.
If I was late I had to leave to hear your wonderous stories.
Had to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing
Hearing
Hearing your wonderous stories.
Hearing your wonderous stories.
It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
Imagine everything
Youre close
And were you there to stand
So cautiously at first and then so high.
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
I bid it to return
To hear your wonderous stories.
Return to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
song performed by by Yes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Wonderous Stories
(anderson)
I awoke this morning
Love laid me down by a river.
Drifting I turned on upstream
Bound for my forgiver.
In the giving of my eyes to see your face.
Sound did silence me
Leaving no trace.
I beg to leave, to hear your wonderous stories.
Beg to hear your wonderous stories.
He spoke of lands not far
Or lands they were in his mind.
Of fusion captured high
Where reason captured his time.
In no time at all he took me to the gate.
In haste I quickly checked the time.
If I was late I had to leave to hear your wonderous stories.
Had to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing
Hearing
Hearing your wonderous stories.
Hearing your wonderous stories.
It is no lie I can see deeply into the future.
Imagine everything
Youre close
And were you there to stand
So cautiously at first and then so high.
As he spoke my spirit climbed into the sky.
I bid it to return
To hear your wonderous stories.
Return to hear your wonderous stories.
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
Hearing,
song performed by by Yes
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Struggle
There was a hint of danger
They told him its ok
There was a chance of failure
They told him its alright
A false security driven by
A weakened state of mind
Its calling and calling
He had a big decision
They told him its ok
Bound by his inhibitions
They told him its alright
Time for reality
Time to gain control of his own life
Its calling and calling
Do you know what is wrong?
Try to keep it in line
You cant go back (cant go back)
There must be something
He tried
Once was not enough
They told him its alright
He tried
Wasnt good enough
That doesnt make it right
There was a hint of danger
They told him its ok
There was a chance of failure
They told him its alright
A false security driven by
A weakened state of mind
Its calling and calling
Do you know what is wrong?
Try to keep it in line
You cant go back (cant go back)
There must be something
He tried
Once was not enough
They told him its alright
He tried
Wasnt good enough
That doesnt make it right
song performed by by Face To Face
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Still Here Next to Me
The days we spent together
Were the best day ever
But you're still here next to me
The stories you told me
Were the best stories I have ever heard
But you're still next to me
You were my best friend
I told you everything
But you're still here next to me
You are gone now
That I have to learn
But you're still here next to me
I want to say hi
I love you
Goodbye
But you're still here next to me
But you're still here next to me
So have a safe trip
Because I know you're gone now
But you're still here next to me
poem by Haley Fisher
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