A Mother's Dream
As I slept one night I saw this dream
Which further increased my vexation
I dreamt I was going somewhere on the way
Dark it was and impossible to find the way
Trembling all over with fear I was
Difficult to take even a step with fear was
With some courage as I forward moved
I saw some boys as lined in nice array
Dressed in emerald-like raiment they were
Carrying lighted lamps in their hands they were
They were going quietly behind each other
No one knew where they were to go
Involved in this thought was I
When in this troupe my son saw I
He was walking at the back, and was not walking fast
The lamp he had in his hand was not lighted
Recognizing him I said 'O My dear!
Where have you come leaving me there?
Restless due to separation I am
Weeping every day for ever I am
You did not care even a little for me
What loyalty you showed, you left me'!
As the child saw the distress in me
He replied thus, turning around to me
'The separation from me makes you cry
Not least little good does this to me'
He remained quiet for a while after talking
Showing me the lamp then he started talking
'Do you understand what happened to this?
Your tears have extinguished this'!
poem by Allama Muhammad Iqbal
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Talk To Me
After it was over, after the crying
And all the angry shouting
When we'd both just given up
And you turned and closed the door
I didn't know what was wrong
Anymore than I did before
Maybe it was over
When you stopped trying
Or when I started doubting
Maybe you don't care enough
Maybe I'm just scared you'll go
But maybe what was really wrong
Is that I still don't really know
Talk to me quietly, peacefully
Tell me what to do
Talk to me honestly, don't you see
I need to talk to you
I need to hear that we're okay
And say the things that I meant to say
So talk to me before
Before it's really over
When it all was starting
When I first met you
We couldn't keep from talking
I knew everything you felt
And I felt you knew me too
Now I'm talking to myself
Or I'm just yelling back at you
How this could have happened
How I could lose you
Or you could think to leave me
After where we started from
I'm too dumb I guess to see
But you can't go 'till I do
And you know
You owe that to me
Talk to me quietly, peacefully
I don't wanna fight
Talk to me nice and slow
So I'll know
How to make it right
I'm not afraid to take the blame
I'm just afraid we'll stay the same
And we won't talk until
Until it's really over
I don't understand
Why you're always mad
What could I have done
What could be so bad
Don't you wanna know
Why I never sleep
Look what we've become
From all these secrets that we keep
When it's really over
'cause I can't take it
Or you've walked out
For the last time
When these years are just a dream
And these tears somehow have dried
I can't wake up in my bed
And regret what we never tried
So please don't say it's over
Don't even think it
Just think about the good times
Think of all we've got to lose
And not who's done what to who
And when it comes time to chose
Think of who would still die for you
Talk to me quietly, peacefully
Make me understand
Say what you need to say
Find a way
Take me by the hand
The only thing I ask of you
Is please, for once, just listen too
And talk to me before
Before it's really over
Talk to me
Before it's really over
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Ch 05 On Love And Youth Story 06
I remember that one night a dear friend of mine entered when I jumped up in such a heedless way that the lamp was extinguished by my sleeve. A vision appeared in the night and by its appearance the darkness was illuminated.
I was amazed at my luck exclaiming whence this felicity?
He took a seat and began reproving me saying that when I beheld him I extinguished the lamp. I said: ‘I thought the sun had risen and wits have said:
When an ugly person comes before the lamp
Arise to him and pull him into the assembly
But if it be a sugar-smiled, sweet-lipped one
Pull him by the sleeve and extinguish the lamp.’
The Hand Song
The boy only wanting to give mother something,
And all of her roses had bloomed.
Looking at him as he came rushing in,
without knowing her roses were doomed.
All she could see were some thorns buried deep,
And tears that he cried as she tended his wounds.
And she knew it was love, it was what she could understand.
He was showing his love and that's how he hurt his hands.
He still remembers that night as a child, on his mothers knee.
She held him close and she opened her Bible, and quietly started to read.
Then seeing a picture of Jesus, he cried out:
"Mama he's got some scars just like me!"
And he knew it was love, it was what he could understand.
He was showing his love, and that's how he hurt his hands.
[instrumental break]
Now the boy is grown and moved out on his own.
When Uncle Sam comes along.
A foreign affair, but our young men are there.
And luck had his number drawn.
It wasn't that long till our hero was gone, he gave to a friend what he learned from the cross.
But they knew it was love, it one they could understand.
He was showing his love, and that's how he hurt his hands.
It was one they could understand.
He was showing his love, and that's how he hurt his hands.
song performed by by Nickel Creek
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of Phobias
Are you that person whom when you walk,
to whom you talk and coming I am, independently?
Whereof the road where you are dark walking
and talking you passing by me in the park.
You by your thoughts then start changing.
And as for me, me for as when, you.
When you have occasion and strange is that,
what you feel a little slower you walk it is dark.
Worry naught of fear, fear of the darkness,
when as for you it is fear, fear of me, fear of the darkness.
Whether the night brings you fear of the darkness,
and fear of the darkness I am coming to soon, I am there waiting.
Someones fear, fear of it fixating upon you.
I whom always it is, must posses.
Someone shakes one finger deep under the wall.
Move the moon to one side, which do you wish it possesses?
You by my deepest, up to the neck darkest phobia.
Yonder over there and your neck it is tearing off the skin.
Lines inbetween which are felt when you cry out and the tears.
Just last night when you felt what you saw.
And the footsteps you heard, it is what it is, and you never thought. Something from the rear and you walking it was heard.
And it is done again and again to the smile on your face.
And your face is right there and for who to see but me.
Because early it you does, to see it for the second time.
It is secured, firmly wrapped around and you think that it is difficult.
Are you troubled with your heart beats the heart underneeth you?
Your fear of your fear, of the shadow it plays in the darkness.
And in your cave and it dances in it comes in from the rear.
Of the eye it is felt suddenly, penatratingly quick much to quick.
To be felt.
Your fear of me of the darkness and this fear of the darkness and fear of the darkness being that of it, will it come to you soon for you.
Someones, fear of fixing and as for me, whom it always it possesses.
Where someone walked out the road,
and to I, of that of whom you it posses and your always afraid.
Not of me, it's your darness you fear, open your eyes and it sees.
poem by Is It Poetry
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I Threw A Brick Through A Window
I was talking, I was talking to myself, somebody else.
Talk, talk, talking.
I couldnt hear a word,
A word you said.
He was my brother.
I said there was no other,
Way out of here.
Be my brother.
I got to get out.
I was walking, I was walking into walls.
Im back again, just keep walking.
I walk into a window to see myself, and my reflection.
When I thought about it,
My direction,
Going nowhere, going nowhere.
No one, no one is blinder.
Who will, who will not see?
No one, no one is blinder than me.
I was talking, I was talking in my sleep.
I can stop talking.
Im talking to you.
Its up to you.
Be my brother.
There is another way out of here,
In my brother.
Gonna get out, gonna get out of here.
song performed by by U2
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Thinking of You
Sitting here on this cold night I think of you
Sitting here looking into the sky I see your face
Sitting here thinking I think of your voice
Sitting here I watch the stars I smile at the thought of seeing you soon
Being here without you I feel the emptiness sinking into my heart
Being out here without your warmth I think of how I will feel your warmth someday
Being here in the night that is so dark I force a smile to show on my face
Being here I think of how this will just make the day I see you even better
Thinking of you can always changes the day from bad to good in a second
Thinking of you makes a smile appear that has been hidden
Thinking of you lightens the dark night's sky
Thinking of you makes me get through the day
Talking to you always makes me forget all my troubles
Talking to you makes my surroundings melt into a dream
Talking to you always puts me in a good mood even when we have nothing to say
Talking to you always gives me something to look forward to. I love you.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Walking and Talking on the Edge-(somnambulism and somniloquence)
1) Walking and Talking on the edge
This way, that way, out of the way
Sleeping Somna' walking semieyed
Walking and Talking on the edge
Sleeping Somni' talking aloud
'Wait, wait, I too shall join'
Walking and Talking on the edge
This way, that way, out of the way
2) Walking and Talking on the edge
This way, that way, out of the way
Somna' semi- fell from upstairs
Walking and Talking on the edge
Talking Somni' fell from the cot
Two friends ended in a strange way
Walking and Talking on the edge
This way, that way, out of the way
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Nothing And Everything
Hiding behind my hair today
My eyes dance with fire
The thought of living here
And the bounds I transpire
Walking in this slow-motion now
I think you've made so bad
Standing with your mannequin
I try to hold my breath
The grave that bears my name
Started a dream
A dream, immortality
Yet I fall in vain
Just as long as I don't breathe
I'll never be like them
Standing with your mannequin
I try to hold my breath
If you go and I would stay
And you would call my name
I would cry, yes, I would cry
Walking in or walking out
Is the same as talking about my heart
My heart
Hiding behind my hair today
Wishing I was far away
Walking in this slow-motion town
I seem to be so bad
Standing with your mannequin
I try to hold my breath
If you go and I would stay
And you would call my name
I would cry, yes, I would cry
Walking in or walking out
Is the same as talking about my heart
My heart
If you go and I would stay
And you would call my name
I would cry, yes, I would cry
If you go and I would stay
You would call my name
I would die, yes, I would die
Walking in or walking out
Is the same as talking about my heart
My heart
Anyone can see
You're laughing down at me
It's easy for you now
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins
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Fear Of The Dark
I am a man who walks alone
And when Im walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park
When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when its dark
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that someones always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someones allways there
Have you run your fingers down the wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When youre searching for the light?
Sometimes when youre scared to take a look
At the corner of the room
Youve sensed that somethings watching you
Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around and no ones there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because youre sure theres someone there
Watching horror films the night before
Debating wiches and folklore
The unkown troubles on your mind
Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense and suddenly eyes fix
On dancing shadows from behind
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a constant fear that someones always near
Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someones allways there
When Im walking a dark road
I am a man who walkes alone
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Puppy And I
I met a Man as I went walking:
We got talking,
Man and I.
'Where are you going to, Man?' I said
(I said to the Man as he went by).
'Down to the village, to get some bread.
Will you come with me?' 'No, not I.'
I met a horse as I went walking;
We got talking,
Horse and I.
'Where are you going to, Horse, today?'
(I said to the Horse as he went by).
'Down to the village to get some hay.
Will you come with me?' 'No, not I.'
I met a Woman as I went walking;
We got talking,
Woman and I.
'Where are you going to, Woman, so early?'
(I said to the Woman as she went by).
'Down to the village to get some barley.
Will you come with me?' 'No, not I.'
I met some Rabbits as I went walking;
We got talking,
Rabbits and I.
'Where are you going in your brown fur coats?'
(I said to the Rabbits as they went by).
'Down to the village to get some oats.
Will you come with us?' 'No, not I.'
I met a Puppy as I went walking;
We got talking,
Puppy and I.
'Where are you going this nice fine day?'
(I said to the Puppy as he went by).
'Up to the hills to roll and play.'
'I'll come with you, Puppy,' said I.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Keep Walking
Am I in or am I out
Dont pretend that you dont know what Im talking about
In your eyes I can see a reflection of someone its clearly not me and you
Keep walking like youve got somewhere else to go
Keep talking like you dont care for me no more
Make a wish now baby and Ill try to make it come true
But I feel this time Ill be losing you
Butterfly, Im gonna letcha go
I know Ive done the same thing ten times before and you...
Keep walking like youve got somewhere else to go
Keep talking like you dont care for me
Keep walking like youve got somewhere else to go
Keep talking like you dont care for me no more.
And you ...
Keep walking like youve got somewhere else to go
Keep talking like you dont care for me
Keep walking like youve got somewhere else to go
Keep talking like you dont care for me no more.
Butterfly, Im gonna letcha go
I know Ive done the same thing ten times before and you
song performed by by Tiffany
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Am I Dying or Already Dead
I happened to overhear,
Which, I realize now,
Should not have happened
I overhead
My treating doctor
Talking to his doctor friend
He was briefing my case to him
Probably, expecting his friend
To be of some professional help
From what all transpired
I came to know that
My days were just counted
Ten days at the maximum
I would survive with this
Life threatening
Cancer giant occupying me
The knowledge of the nearing death
Turned out to be more painful
Than all the pains
I suffered from my in-house cancer
Killing me each second that passes
And from all the lessons
I was exposed to all these years
I did not move for sometime
From where I overheard
This ultimate reality
I managed to reach my bed
And started making this note
I would request the world
Not to cry over this departing soul
I would request my dear ones
Not to shed tears over this senseless creature
I would request my friends and colleagues
Not to make a note of this event
It would be nice
If I am forgotten
Like a passing tree, or a lighting pole
Or, for that matter
Anything that goes out of sight
As you travel past in a train
I am afraid something is pervading me
I understand that to be an eternal pain
Occupying the entire body
Signaling the separation of body and soul
This pain I know will relieve me
Of all pains associated with me
I think continuing this note
Will be difficult, why, impossible any further
I finish this with the wonder
Am I dying or already dead
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Morning Meditation (Walking)
walking,
aware of each step,
i feel my feet touching,
the earth touching my feet...
i feel the bombs falling,
the families huddled in fear,
the bare apartments and empty tables,
the needles, the guns, and the dumpsters.
step by step,
i feel the old woman dying
in the stink of the nursing home.
i feel the child crying...
in the room of darkness.
i feel the mother's tears,
and the father's deep firm loss,
as they lower the casket...
i feel the dirt,
and the stone.
walking, i am walking,
i feel each step, i name each thought,
aware of each step,
step following step!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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You Were Only Talking...
It's four o'clock in the morning,
No sleep for me this night,
I sit on the cold verandah,
And watch for a chink of light;
The wind howls round about me
The moon's not raised its head,
And you are out there walking,
Walking,
Walking,
And you are out there walking,
When you should have been in bed!
I'm shivering in the darkness,
It's colder than the crypt,
The rain that passed right over
Left puddles, where it dripped
My mind sets off to wonder
Why life should be so grim…
You said that you were talking,
Talking,
Talking,
That you were only talking
When I saw you there with him.
I questioned you on Monday,
I questioned you, and then,
You said that he was funny,
You'd talk with him again.
I said I didn't like it,
It wasn't right somehow,
But you just sat there sulking
Sulking,
Sulking,
You sat and faced me sulking
With a crease across your brow.
You left the house at seven,
You said: 'I won't be late! '
You had to do some shopping
And be with your sister, Kate;
But when I phoned your sister
She said there was no trace,
And now the dawn is breaking
Breaking,
Breaking,
And now the dawn is breaking
Across my tear-lined face.
A sudden light at the corner,
I see he's brought you back,
That one last kiss of the morning
Has turned my vision black,
For I am sat in the darkness
Like a statue, frozen, stone,
With a kitchen knife by the awning,
Awning,
Awning,
And I think you'll still be yawning
When I drive the handle home.
22 February 2008
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Driving The Last Spike
In the early 1800s, large groups of mainly unskilled labourers built englands railways. the cost in human terms alone was very high...
Leaving my family behind me
Not knowing what lay ahead
Waving goodbye, as I left them in tears
Remembering all wed said
I looked to the sky, I offered my prayers
I asked him for guidance and strength
But the simple beliefs of a simple man
Lay in his hands, and on my head
I gave everything that they wanted
But still they wanted more
We sweat and we toiled
Good men lost their lives
I dont think they knew what for
I sold them my heart
I sold them my soul
I gave everything I had
Ah but they couldnt break my spirit
My dignity fought back,
Fightback
Can you hear me
Can you see
Dont you hear me
Dont you see
We worked in gangs for all we were worth
The young boys pulling the wagons
We were digging the tunnel, shifting the earth
It was then that it happened.
No-one knew how the cracks appeared
But as it fell they all disappeared
Stone fell like rain
Can you hear me,
Can you see
Dont you hear me
Can you breathe
The smoke cleared, the dust it settled
No one knew how many had died
All around there were broken men
Theyd said it was safe, theyd lied
You could hear the cries, you could smell the fear
But good fortune that day was mine
And it occurred to me the heart of a good man
It seems is hard to find.
Can you hear me,
Can you see
Dont you hear me
Dont you see
We worked, how we worked like
The devil for our pay
Through the wind, through the snow,
And through the rain
Blasting and cutting through gods country like a knife
Sweat stinging my eyes, there has to be a better life
Ah but I can hear my childrens cry
I can see the tears in their eyes
Memories of those Ive left behind
Still ringing in my ears
Will I ever go back again
Will I ever see her face again
Ill never forget that night
As they waved goodbye to their fathers
We came from the north,
And we came from the south
With picks and with spades
And a new kind of order
Showing no fear of what lies up ahead
Theyll never see the likes of us again
Driving the last spike,
Lifting and laying the track
With blistering hands,
The sun burning your back
Oh but I can hear my childrens cry
I can see the tears in their eyes
Memories of those Ive left behind
Still ringing in my ears
Well Ill always remember that night,
As they waved goodbye to their fathers
We followed the rail, we slept under the stars
Digging in darkness, and living with danger
Showing no fear of what lies up ahead
Theyll never see the likes of us again
Can you hear me
Can you see
Dont you hear me
Dont you see
song performed by by Genesis
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The Mad Man
there is this mad man on
the street carrying a lighted lamp
at midday
he screams that this world
is about to end
and people do not listen
he sometimes laughs at the top of his voice
when all of them are all gone
in the middle of the night
he sings the song of chaos
he gives the warning
but then the world is asleep and
numb,
the following morning you ask me about the mad man
how come that he screams, and lights a lamp during the day,
singing the songs of chaos
foretelling the doom of the world
i have no answer of course
but there is one thing i am sure of
it is about us not having understood him
a bit.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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River
It's hard to see that
Hard to believe that I once was all on my own, ohhh yeah
'Cause You've been faithful,
And I'm so grateful that you never left me alone
(But it's so good to know)
To know that You are with me all of the time
(You'll never let me go) 'cause I am walking with You to stay alive
Chorus:
When the mountains fall
And the stars collide
I know You'll be there
Standing by my side, oh-oh-oh
When the river runs
Overflows the seas
I know You'll be there
And You will still be lovin' me
Some try to tell me
That there's another something
That fulfils like You do, ohhh
But I'm not leaving
There's nothing out there
Not a thing more precious than You
(I have no need to fear)
My Father watches over me night and day, yes he does
(My choice is very clear)
I'm so delighted to be walking Your way
Chorus
Bridge:
Never have to worry
I'll never have to fear
'Cause You are always near, taking good care of me
I'll never have to worry
I'll never have to fear
'Cause You are always near, and You will still be lovin' me
Chorus (5x
song performed by by Out Of Eden
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Lover's Gifts XLIII: Dying, You Have Left Behind
Dying, you have left behind you the great sadness of the Eternal
in my life. You have painted my thought's horizon with the sunset
colours of your departure, leaving a track of tears across the
earth to love's heaven. Clasped in your dear arms, life and death
united in me in a marriage bond.
I think I can see you watching there in the balcony with your
lamp lighted, where the end and the beginning of all things meet.
My world went hence through the doors that you opened-you holding
the cup of death to my lips, filling it with life from your own.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Buzzcity Talking
What makes you wander far
Dont know who you are
Now if the vibe is right
Ill go out tonight
Cause its buzzcity talking
Its buzzcity talking
Go and find a late night bar
If Im not back, leave the door ajar
Its buzzcity talking
Talking to me
We have sickness in our hair
We have time to spare
You close another door
Break another law when its
Fast, night goes fast
Oh! oh! oh!
song performed by by Xtc
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Buzzcity Talking
What makes you wander far
Dont know who you are
Now if the vibe is right
Ill go out tonight
Cause its buzzcity talking
Its buzzcity talking
Go and find a late night bar
If Im not back, leave the door ajar
Its buzzcity talking
Talking to me
We have sickness in our hair
We have time to spare
You close another door
Break another law when its
Fast, night goes fast
Oh! oh! oh!
song performed by by Xtc
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