Little On Life
Life is strange,,,
it teaches us to walk and smile in sunrise,,
One day so it happens
from the road of roses it sweeps us to the river of deserts..
and gifts us with rolls of thorns,,,
we cry, we shout, and even dip to silence of night,,,
though life flows on its own..
and finally one day
it carries us again to the banks..
then we just stare at the times we traveled through
and say to ourself
that all that happened, happened for good..
journeys will always need stopage to have the perfect measures..
just as rivers are incomplete witout deserts.
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Every Day
Every day I see him coming
Every day he walks on by
Life used to be so plain and simple
Before he came into my life
Every night I keep on dreaming
Every night I take him home
We always go to bed together
I always wake up all alone
Chorus:
Oh its strange, so strange
What hes doing to me
Oh its strange so strange
Did this ever happen to you
The way it has happened to me
The way it just happened to me
Every day outside my window
Always minutes close to eight
I wish he stayed a little longer
But his bus is never late
Every night were dancing slowly
I play the music he adores
Like Sinatra then were talking
All important things for sure
Chorus:
Oh its strange so strange
What hes doing to me
Oh its strange so strange
Did this ever happen to you
The way it has happened to me
The way it just happened to me
Oh its strange so strange
What hes doing to me
Oh so strange real strange
Did this ever happen to you
The way it has happened to me
The way it just happened to me
song performed by by Roxette
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My heart is a cactus flower
My heart is a cactus flower
Unwilling to bend...
Unwilling to wilt...
Unwilling to die...
But—still.
I just can't walk away...
I've sold my life.
For a deserts ray
For a deserts ray
Of light!
Thirsty and more!
Blistered and sore!
My soul is damned,
To confess:
My eyes are parched
For more, more
Than I can posses.
Envisage.
In a—mirage!
But—still.
I just can't walk away...
I've sold my heart and soul.
For a deserts ray
For a deserts ray
Of light!
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Im Going Slightly Mad
Words and music by queen
When the outside temperature rises
And the meaning is oh so clear
One thousand and one yellow daffodils
Begin to dance in front of you - oh dear
Are they trying to tell you something
Youre missing that one final screw
Youre simply not in the pink my dear
To be honest you havent got a clue
Im going slightly mad
Im going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - ooh oh
It finally happened
Im slightly mad
Oh dear
Im one card short of a full deck
Im not quite the shilling
One wave short of a shipwreck
Im not my usual top billing
Im coming down with a fever
Im really out to sea
This kettle is boiling over
I think Im a banana tree
Oh dear
Im going slightly mad
Im going slightly mad
It finally happened - happened
It finally happened - uh huh
It finally happened
Im slightly mad
Oh dear
Ooh ooh ah ah
Ooh ooh ah ah
Im knitting with only one needle
Unravelling fast its true
Im driving only three wheels these days
But my dear how about you
Im going slightly mad
Im going slightly mad
It finally happened
It finally happened - oh yes
It finally happened
Im slightly mad
Just very slightly mad
And there you have it
song performed by by Queen
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we shall meet again on the shallow banks of
the running river on mossy rocks greener
and water drenched by the constant rain
darker horizons colder air and shivering silence
we meet again as wrinkled skin and white hair
bent and weak and surrendering to whatever that comes
and finally goes passing us by
we will just take a glimpse and confirm the reasons for
what happened and why it happened
it is enough, we shall take the last look of ourselves
and then we close our eyes and die
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To See You Again
we shall meet again on the shallow banks of
the running river on mossy rocks greener
and water drenched by the constant rain
darker horizons colder air and shivering silence
we meet again as wrinkled skin and white hair
bent and weak and surrendering to whatever that comes
and finally goes passing us by
we will just take a glimpse and confirm the reasons for
what happened and why it happened
it is enough, we shall take the last look of ourselves
and then we close our eyes and die
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Matamoras Banks
(Each year many die crossing the deserts,
mountains and rivers of our southern border
in search of a better life. Here I follow the
journey backwards, from the body at the
river bottom, to the man walking across
the desert towards the banks of the Rio Grande.)
For two days the river keeps you down
Then you rise to the light without a sound
Past the playgrounds and empty switching yards
The turtles eat the skin from your eyes, so they lay open to the stars
Your clothes give way to the current and river stone
'Till every trace of who you ever were is gone
And the things of the earth they make their claim
That the things of heaven may do the same
Goodbye, my darling, for your love I give God thanks,
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros banks
Over rivers of stone and ancient ocean beds
I walk on sandals of twine and tire tread
My pockets full of dust, my mouth filled with cool stone
The pale moon opens the earth to its bones
I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I give God thanks
The touch of your loving fingertips
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros banks
Your sweet memory comes on the evenin' wind
I sleep and dream of holding you in my arms again
The lights of Brownsville, across the river shine
A shout rings out and into the silty red river I dive
I long, my darling, for your kiss, for your sweet love I give God thanks
A touch of your loving fingertips
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros
Meet me on the Matamoros banks
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Images And Shadow Of Love
Some unsaid
To be alive I do not need a life
Gift me a few of your smiles
Paint me and my moments with your touches
for a little while.
I shall be alive beyond life
I shall be alive beyond death
To make you my companion
I do not need miles.
Walk upon my shores on a sunrise and a sunset
Hold my hand under the blossoming of a moon light
for a little while.
I shall carry you forever beyond roads
I shall carry you forever beyond departures
Little said, some unsaid
Somehow, I know from the winds
You are not going to be mine
Somehow that this river will flow forever
And its banks will stay away as they are
Still I shall sail on the wings of change and time
And fight its unforgiving waves for staying the same, your's.
To love you I do not need the love of thy heart
Gift me a few thorns of roses of your heart
I shall love beyond roses
I shall love beyond thorns
Two Rivers
Thirty years in Kansas
As a home grown country boy
Riding life's ups and downs
I almost lost my joy.
Thirty years in Israel
I've finally seen it clear
These journeys not required
The answers were right Here.
The blood that flows within my veins
It flows from East to West
And who will say with good intent
Which river I love best.
Am I an ancient warrior?
Or a Holy Man of God?
I travel this strange journey
In search of my own song.
The stars they are the compass
Illuminating the dark of night
Sacred is the Daylight
I've found the Tree of Life.
One second of eternity
Too splendid to be measured
The brilliant dawn of
Love's sweet bliss
Forever to be treasured.
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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she and he- one day, somewhere...(part-I)
we have differences she said.
He-even twins have, , , roses and thorns too have
but since times unknown they have been lovers, , ,
She- there in our between a river exists that you cannot swim, , I won't try.
He- no river is ever longer than its bridge, , ,
She- you write yourself… I do not know poems
He-only thing about my poems I feel is they can never be known..
She -I do not even understand..
He- if anything is ever meant to be understood, its not poem, , ,
She- I am a owner of a lively life, , , u said you have many times died…
He- the closest one to life is probably death, , ,
She- I never feel you, ,
He- you have fulfilled me…
She-I have to go,
I will be incomplete forever, ,
try to forget me, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,
And he saw the coming of a morning less night as
She walked away with her dying shadow..
reprise
Among the things that cannot be tried, , , those just happen…
forgetting is one… meeting of hearts is one…
Why do you ask me to try things those cannot be tried…
without you I have held myself alive and died a few more times..
I have for a long been with a little sky, , , a little infinite, , ,
I had a only choice when you gifted me a zero….
I could not ever say what you had sought.. 'I have left loving you…'
try to forgive me……………….
What Happened?
What happened to the person I used to know,
who wasn’t afraid to let their feelings show.
Who complimented me and built me up
By saying great things that made me feel on top,
The good feelings you had when you spoke of me,
the sound of your voice on my voicemail,
a voice I won’t forget, I remember it well.
For I will remember those times
that we were at our best,
and let the bad times go to rest.
You were in my life for a short while,
you came at a time when I needed your smile.
Written By Christina Sunrise on August 8,1995
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Life Is
life is cricket
I bat on the pitch
everyone else in the field
trying to out me
life is road
goes to a destination
that is unknown
life is ape
always dances
jumps from one
to other branches
life is music
sings the melody
of incidents and
stories
life is wheel
it rolls and rolls
until gets the slope
life is a castle
live in and struggle
the instincts
and emotions
life is water
flows in river of time
sometimes smooth
strikes to rocks sometimes
life is web
strangled within
virtual and real
the net knitted
life is clock
which never stops
doing tick tick always
whatever weather comes
life is truth
we have to accept
we have to live
the way it is set
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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To You
Well if the same thing happened to you
Would you still put me through what you put me through?
If it happened to you. what if it happened to you?
What if it happened a man kept shaking you down
But you cant get a ride to his side of town?
If it happened to you. what if it happened to you?
What if happened to you? keep it out of my shoes.
And if youre stepping on toes, keep it outta my nose.
cos if the same thing happened to me
Well, it wont be as bad as it used to be.
If it happened toyou. what if it happened to you?
What if it happened to you?
What if it happened to you?
What if it happened to you, too?
What if it happens to you?
What if it happens to you?
What if happens to you? keep it out of my shoes.
And if youre stepping on toes, keep it outta my nose.
cos if the same thing happened to me
Well, it wont be as bad as it used to be.
If it happened to you. what if it happened to you?
What if it happened to you?
What am I going to do?
What if it happened to you?
Well, what if happened to you?
* repeat until fade: what if happened to you?
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Something Happened
Something happened
I just don't understand
Something happened
It's making me feel mad
Something happened, you don't hear about
Oh, please that never did before
Something happened
I just don't understand
Something happened
I just don't understand
Something happened
It's making me feel mad, oh
I never saw this on TV
I never read it in no book
ahh
Something happened
I just don't understand
hey, baby, something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
Something happened
I just don't understand
Something happened
It's making me feel mad
I thought I knew a lot of things
but I don't know a thing, oh, oh, oh
Something happened
I just don't understand
The things I hear and see
don't seem the same
The things I touch and feel
are forever changed
I've never felt this way before
and I hope I never do again
Something happened
I don't know why or when
oh, something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
I just don't understand
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
something happened
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
something happened
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
something happened
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Look What Has Happened To Me
In the morning when I wake,
And my feet can find the floor,
I stumble down the hall,
And I open up the door,
Then I look into the mirror,
Just like I know you do.
Stopping for a moment,
I can feel my mind go through,
The boundries of time,
Back to a heart without his
Love inside.
I was more than just alone;
I was dying on my own,
Thinking that nothing was ever gonna
Save my life.
Look what has happened to me,
I find it hard to believe.
His love has taken my life
This far, so far....
Looking what has happened to me,
My mind can hardly conceive
What Im beginning to be,
Look what, look what....
When you stop and think it over,
Do you think youre doing well?
Are you getting stronger?
Can you really tell?
If youre truthful with your feelings,
Then you see theres room to grow,
Though you may have found the answer,
There is so much more to know....
More to this life.
You can never stop growing, or youll
Start to die.
I can not survive alone.
I am nothing on my own.
But seeings believing, and if you
Need to see,
Look at me.
Ahhhh....
Look what has happened to me,
I find it hard to believe.
His love has taken my life
This far, so far....
Look what has happened to me,
My mind can hardly conceive.
Look what has happened,
Look what, look what....
Look what has happened to me,
I find it hard to believe.
His love has taken my life
This far, so far....
Look what has happened to me,
My mind can hardly conceive
What Im beginning to be,
Look what, look what....
Look what has happened to me, (look what has happened to me,)
I find it hard to believe.
His love has taken my life
This far, so far....
Look what has happened to me,
My mind can hardly conceive
What Im beginning to be,
Look what, look what....
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Journeys Traveled
I have traveled many places
from here to there almost every where
seen places and people, never thought i would
from army bases to castles to to the sands of a desert
peace time to war time and lonely times
traveled by planes, trains, buses, taxis, cars and foot
the splendid mountain to the sand dunes
extreme cold to the scorching heat
one thing I take from all these journeys
is remember to take in everything you can
the mind will absorb anything you want.
mental pictures of beautiful scenery, gorgeous people
crowds in the streets to the loneliest path
breathe taking ever so lasting
make every journey unique and interesting
fun and learning come hand in hand
the stories you can tell of past visits
they can be past down thru the family line
to show how much each journey meant to you
pictures tell a 1000 words, but stories bring it to life
imaginations can bring the journeys to everyone's mind
enjoy each one as we all take the many beautiful journeys thru life
my journeys all come back home with me
for i love to tell the story to everyone around
good or bad the stories are told
For to see you express a smile or a tear
brings joy to me, my journeys tales will always live
poem by Michael Peterson
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What happened last night
What happened last night,
Was unforgivable.
What happened last night,
Was not great.
What happened last night,
Was not fun.
What happened last night,
Was unforgetable.
What happened last might,
I forgot.
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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One more fall
Ive crossed these battle lines to many times
Here I am, I haven't gone that far
Now that i have gotten through one more fall
without my wings I felt so small
Look its happened once again
Feeling hurt every now and then
and it passes through my heart
this pain i feel is tearing me apart
Everyday i faced the world of strangers
Dance together to the music of their own
Like a river that flows anywhere
Yet don't know where it goes
Sometimes I wonder where I' am
In this road narrow and wide
Standing here beneath the silence
Looking somewhere, where i go?
One more fall, I' am broken
Give me wings and I will fly
Like those butterflies in the sky....
poem by Cheryl Aldea
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Lay Me Down
Lay Down
By MaKayla Straight
I lay my head down peacefully
Knowing that this is the last night I live
I close my eyes
And think about all the good things that has happened to me
I try to hide my tears
Though I do not know why I hide them
Nobody is around here to see
See that these are really happy tears
Happy because I know that I have lived my life the way I wanted too.
I was not in chains my whole life
I figured how to break the spell
I know I am not beautiful
I know I am not perfect
I know there is not much about me
I know
I know
I know
Lying in bed makes me realize it
Lying in bed makes me feel so truthful with myself
Lying in bed for the last night feels such a relief
Nobody would understand that this is by far the best night
Only because I know that my suffering is done.
I can finally smile and mean it
No more fake smiles
I lay down for the last time
I close my eyes and start counting backwards from one hundred
I get to fifty and my tears start to pour down my cheek.
I am so glad this is the last day
Last day forever
I continue to count.
I finally get to ten
I take a deep breath and close my eyes
Three
Two
One
I am finally at peace with myself and the world
I float on up to heaven
To be with all the ones I have lost in the past
I slowly go
With a smile upon my face
My mind and my soul are up in heaven
But my body is lying down on my bed
With a smile upon my face
Everybody will know that I have died Happy
poem by Makayla Straight
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What Happened To Us?
I thought it was to good to be true
I found somebody who understands me
Someone who would help me get to through
And fill an emptiness I had inside me
But you kept inside, and I just denied
Some things that we should have both said
I knew it was to good to be true
Cuz i'm the only one who understands me
What happened to us?
We used to be so perfect
Now we're lost and lonely
What happened to us?
And deep inside I wonder
Did I lose my only...
Remember they thought we were to young
To really know what it takes to make it
But we had survived all what we have done
So we could show them all that they're mistaken
But who could have known, the lies that would grow
Until we could see right through them
Remember they knew we were to young
We still don't know what it takes to make it
What happened to us?
We used to be so perfect
Now we're lost and lonely
What happened to us?
And deep inside I wonder
Did I lose my only one
We could have made it work
We could have found a way
We should have done our best
To see another day
But we kept it all inside
Until it was to late
And now we're both alone
The consequence we pay
For throwin' it all away (x2)
What happened to us?
We used to be so perfect
Now we're lost and lonely
What happened to us?
And deep inside I wonder
Did I lose my only...
What happened to us? (x4)
song performed by by Hoobastank
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0006 Saraswati
The name means
wisdom. Perhaps
we should leave it there. For
the human mind loves
to bring the heavenly
down to earth; then bury it:
maybe not wisdom, did they say –
who worships wisdom in these foolish days?
Maybe a goddess then?
We’ll name our greatest river
after her; that will help men
to remember wisdom
which flows from heaven
to the tops of the unreachable snowed
Himalayas, flows down and nourishes
the earth that nourishes the seeds
that yield the plants
that bring life to men
who meet together on her banks
and build a whole Harappan
civilisation – so, look –
she’s wisdom, and a goddess, and river bringing life itself
and so she’s in the heart
of every Indian.
so far, so good; but then –
was it anger in the heavens,
that made the lovely goddess
lift her veil across her face?
conceal her wisdom? Was it
that men forgot to honour her?
Or was it some tectonic plate, slightly tipping,
that turned the fertile Sindh and Rajasthan
into deserts? And the river Saraswati
first became not a river, but
a line of pools, needing the yearly
tribute from the rains of mercy,
brought by men’s sacrifice? And then,
finally disappeared?
and so the goddess of wisdom
who is eternal wisdom
and a river, is now
the goddess of the wisdom that’s
no longer seen so gracefully flowing there; invisible.
Maybe this purdah
is more dignified; we know she’s there,
if we honour her enough
and need her.
The story is not over, though:
the satellites have photographed
her ghost; a veiled figure seen
slipping out in the cool half-light of dawn,
waterpot on shoulder; she knows
that deep underground, her wise water
waits in stone caverns beneath the earth
these 3,500 years; to be drawn on
by wise engineers, to drink again
with awe, with gratitude, or thoughtless…
Wisdom waits,
living a life so deep in poetry,
in metaphor,
wisdom, goddess, water. How
she must love to live
lightly veiled in silken speech,
quietly in the heart, like
metaphor itself.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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