In Darkness
Must all of worth be travailled for, and those
Life's brightest stars rise from a troubled sea
Must years go by in sad uncertainty
Leaving us doubting whose the conquering blows,
Are we or Fate the victors? Time which shows
All inner meanings will reveal, but we
Shall never know the upshot. Ours to be
Wasted with longing, shattered in the throes,
The agonies of splendid dreams, which day
Dims from our vision, but each night brings back;
We strive to hold their grandeur, and essay
To be the thing we dream. Sudden we lack
The flash of insight, life grows drear and gray,
And hour follows hour, nerveless, slack.
poem by Amy Lowell
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I Got To Get A Message To You
The preacher talked with me and he smiled
Said, Come and walk with me
Come and walk one more mile
Now for once in your life you're alone
But you ain't got a dime
There's no time for the phone
I've just gotta get a message to you
Hold on, hold on
One more hour and my life will be through
Hold on, hold on
I told him I'm in no hurry
But if I broke her heart
Then won't you tell her I'm sorry
And for once in my life I'm alone
And I've gotta let her know
just in time before I go
I've just gotta get a message to you
Hold on, hold on
One more hour and my life will be through
Hold on, hold on
Well I laughed but that didn't hurt
And it's only her love
That keeps me wearing this dirt
Now I'm crying but deep down inside
Well I did it to him
Now it's my turn to die
I've just gotta get a message to you
Hold on, hold on
One more hour and my life will be through
Hold on, hold on
I've just gotta get a message to you
Hold on, hold on
One more hour and my life will be through
Hold on, hold on
song performed by by Bee Gees
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A June-Tide Echo
(After a Richter Concert.)
In the long, sad time, when the sky was grey,
And the keen blast blew through the city drear,
When delight had fled from the night and the day,
My chill heart whispered, " June will be here!
" June with its roses a-sway in the sun,
Its glory of green on mead and tree."
Lo, now the sweet June-tide is nearly done,
June-tide, and never a joy for me
Is it so much of the gods that I pray?
Sure craved man never so slight a boon!
To be glad and glad in my heart one day--
One perfect day of the perfect June.
Sweet sounds to-night rose up, wave upon wave;
Sweet dreams were afloat in the balmy air.
This is the boon of the gods that I crave--
To be glad, as the music and night were fair.
For once, for one fleeting hour, to hold
The fair shape the music that rose and fell
Revealed and concealed like a veiling fold;
To catch for an instant the sweet June spell.
For once, for one hour, to catch and keep
The sweet June secret that mocks my heart;
Now lurking calm, like a thing asleep,
Now hither and thither with start and dart.
Then the sick, slow grief of the weary years,
The slow, sick grief and the sudden pain;
The long days of labour, the nights of tears--
No more these things would I hold in vain.
I would hold my life as a thing of worth;
Pour praise to the gods for a precious thing.
Lo, June in her fairness is on earth,
And never a joy does the niggard bring.
Ive Got To Get A Message To You
The preacher talked to me and he smiled,
Said, come and walk with me, come and walk one more mile.
Now for once in your life youre alone,
But you aint got a dime, theres no time for the phone.
Ive just got to get a message to you, hold on, hold on.
One more hour and my life will be through, hold on, hold on.
I told him Im in no hurry,
But if I broke her heart, wont you tell her Im sorry.
And for once in my life Im alone,
And Ive got to let her know just in time before I go.
Ive just go to get a message to you, hold on, hold on.
One more hour and my life will be through, hold on, hold on.
Well I laughed but that didnt hurt,
And its only her love that keeps me wearing this dirt.
Now Im crying but deep down inside,
Well I did it to him, now its my turn to die.
Ive just got to get a message to you, hold on, hold on.
One more hour and my life will be through, hold on, hold on.
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Journey Of The Soul.................
journey.............
this is the journey..........
that i have to waded...........
to through rise and fall my life...........
accompanied by silences and loneliness
to sing a longing song...........
longing to beloved.............
to heard homesickness melody...........
to wrote my life's story..............
the physical journey
that I've traverse
is the journey of soul.............
what a big scenery...............
as far as my journey..........
as lots as my experiences.........
I've moved on...........
from the teenage world........
to the matured way.............
this journey had taught me.........
and introduced me
to the way of life..........
to the life's meanings..............
I don't want to wasted it...........
because...........we afford to live once
and can't turn back to the past..........
otherwise to spin backwards the time..........
poem by Lina Manja257
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Hold On To Your Dream
In life we have our pains and sorrows
Face mountains we think we can't climb
Nothing can there's always tomorrow
You feel like giving up, you say you're out of luck
But then you hear a voice in your mind
Telling you to
Hold on to your dream
Cause they're always worth having
Hold on to your dream
Like a father to his son
Don't let anyone ever steal your joy from you
Hold on to your dream
till the day that life is said and done
This world is filled peaks and valleys
With rivers we think we can't cross
To busy keeping sorrows telling
You say you're at you're in
You say you never win
But then a light comes on in your mind
Till you
Hold on to your dream
Cause they're always worth having
Hold on to your dream
Like a father to his son
Don't let anyone ever steal your joy from you
Hold on to your dream
Until the day that life is said and done
If you wanna hold on to something
You better hold on to your dreams
If you want to hold on to something
You've gotta hold to your love
To your love
So if they try to burst your bubble
It's cons they haven't done em all
And when you feel you are in trouble
Hold your head up high and feel your heart inside
And know that you are never alone
Just as long as you
Hold on to your dream
Cause they're always worth having
Hold on to your dream
Like a father to his son
Don't let anyone ever steal your joy from you
Hold on to your dream
till the day that life is said and done
Hold on to your dream
Cause they're always worth having
Hold on to your dream
Like a mother to her child
Don't let anyone ever steal your dreams from you
Hold on to your dream
And do your best to always wear a smile
Hold on to your dream
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Ten feet below the ground, I breathe...
oh! sudden pain, chest lack of oxygen and push
me back to limit of my soul, believe me, nothing has
change but an experience of moving on, to hurdle the
most awaited chain of misnomer of every dream
hope just come and go, the hour have tell the suffering
of every breath, why have all have to come to end with
out the boundary of eyes that hold on to die, in order to
live, and then give me nothing but a dream of the night,
for the over kill is dying without pain
something that keeps me special, than an minute to
think that you are their waiting me to sway my dear
heart of dying physical pain, leaving and enjoying the
agony that life is something that you'll never be lost
fleshing flesh that breath and a tendering soul that thirst
I fully give to you, my greatest surrender....
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Gift Of Life
Life is a night all dark and wild,
Yet still stars shine:
This moment is a star, my child -
Your star and mine.
Life is a desert dry and drear,
Undewed, unblest;
This hour is an oasis, dear;
Here let us rest.
Life is a sea of windy spray,
Cold, fierce and free:
An isle enchanted is to-day
For you and me.
Forget night, sea, and desert: take
The gift supreme,
And, of life's brief relenting, make
A deathless dream.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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In the greatest darkness
I look at the sky
and in the greatest darkness
see the brightest stars appear.
In life at the time of calamity
its greatest heroes rise
to point without uncertainty
the true way to go.
At times of persecution
more people turn to God,
than times was everything
goes well.
In times of destruction
and where people are travailed,
something in the human spirit
rise above inhumanity.
In the depth of night
the sweetest words are written
and from the cold dark earth
seeds come to life.
poem by Gert Strydom
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When You Wish Upon A Star
dreams come true (dreams come true)
dreams come true (oh oh, oh yeah)
dreams come true (na, na na, na na)
they do (they do)
when you (when you)...
When you wish upon a star, (a star,) makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires will come to you (it will come to you)
If your heart is in your dreams, (your dreams) no request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star as dreamers do (ooh ooh).
(Oh, Fate is...is kind...)Fate is kind, she brings (she brings) to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of their secret longing
(oh oh oh. like...) Like a boat out of the blue, Fate steps in and sees you thru
When you wish upon a star, your dream comes true
When you wish upon a star, your dream comes true
dreams come, dreams come, dreams come true
dreams come, dreams come, dreams come true
(and they don't stop) dreams come, dreams come, dreams come true
(make a wish and) dreams come, (your dreams...) dreams come, (your dreams come...) dreams come true
song performed by by N Sync
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Blind is the Deepest Love
Blind is the deepest love, where sight gives way to insight
And the wonder of her face is of no consequence
I summon my powers of composition, unswayed by her attraction
My skills of translation in the service of emotions
Language is my guide within her storybook of life
I hear her songs in lines made up more seductively than eyes
Dancing their descent and rise. And if I never see her face
I could find myself in her embrace
When I reach out with my heart to hold her close.
In the quiet of a small abode, large in its comforts
And in profile against a sky of endless dark
I dipped my small hands in the pristine pool
Of silence deep, finding a touch that made reply
As her hands met and conversed with mine
She spoke a tongue new to my life.
Insisting that I didn't mind, that the absence
Of her face before my eyes
Was beautiful beyond the beauty I was sure to find.
Renunciations made, you journeyed to construct
Your gates set on the freedom of deserted hills
Far from the cities which stand remote
Where stars and souls are never visible.
So at this evening hour, late in life as I am
My gaze declining as I gather your insight
I still conceive in dreams how we let our veils fall
At the wedding of our hearts, where finally
Your eyes meet mine as if the brightest stars.
poem by Frank Bana
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Forsaken Me
Forsaken Me
By: Adam M. Snow
Night by night, I lie awake wishing for soothing rain,
With loss of hope and faith I ask to ease this lonely pain.
With feeling lost and full of doubt, struggling through this frozen time,
And this stench of lies between the worldly grime,
Now follows behind me forevermore.
I hear the ghost of mine alone calling throughout the night,
With darkness within his voice, tormented with delight.
'Forsaken me' must he said.
And I, afraid of what now to come.
'Forsaken me' the voice grows strong.
And I, longing for what now to come.
But thus this be but a dream or thus this be but a life without a dream?
A life without faith and hope and all, does it seem?
Could this be but a mirror of my life?
Forsaken me, is all I hear,
Yet it shows me, itself is fear,
And I ponder to why it is here.
Could it be that death is near?
'Forsaken me' must he said.
And I, afraid of what now to come.
'Forsaken me' the voice grows strong.
And I, longing for what now to come.
Again, must I go through this,
The feeling of emptiness,
And the knowledge that all could end,
And this heart to not be mend?
Again, must I go through this,
To throw myself back into abyss?
'Forsaken me' must he said.
And I, afraid of what now to come.
'Forsaken me' the voice grows strong.
And I, longing for what now to come.
Maybe it's time to face my ghost,
And all the things that I boast,
And forsaken me nonetheless,
And free myself from all the stress.
Now I lie myself to sleep,
Forsaken myself with terrible heap.
'Forsaken me' the voice goes on,
Even 'gainst the blackest of dawn.
'Forsaken me' forevermore,
With every burden I must bore.
I see the ghost in tainted light,
Following the waking of the night.
Condemn me, condemn me,
It knows not what this curse may be.
Forsaken me, forsaken me,
Let my broken life see.
'Forsaken me' must he said.
And I, afraid of what now to come.
'Forsaken me' the voice grows strong.
And I, longing for what now to come.
My life's in shackles,
My misery, my hackles,
My longing for redemption.
I see a door, cracked and torn,
As I bow my head to mourn,
For my endless shadow of my endless fate,
Swallowed by everything that I hate.
'Forsaken me' the voice goes on,
Even 'gainst the blackest of dawn.
'Forsaken me' forevermore,
With every burden I must bore.
Must this ghost be me but an echo of what yet to come?
The presence I feel, the nameless numb.
Must this be my suffering end?
Must I now make amend,
With but a single heartache,
On the night of my Irish wake?
'Forsaken me' the voice goes on,
Even 'gainst the blackest of dawn.
'Forsaken me' forevermore,
With every burden I must bore.
Could it be that the ghost I spoke of,
Could it be that it's really me?
Gone from this world, lonely as can be.
Forsaken, as the years go by,
And to find all things must die.
Being left in solitude,
Cold and alone and yes, even nude.
Myself I now forsaken,
Curse to sleep and never awaken.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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A Primera Luz
you wake up only to find out
that at this hour you are confused with
what to do first
you rise put on propriety
you walk towards the fridge
you open it to
have a cold glass of water
to drink and feel
the coldness of this
still gray hour
there is no difference
it is the same cold moment
like last night's
old temperament
when you had problems about
what to do
with your life when you took off
propriety
and lay your self naked against
light of the ceiling's
indifference
there is simply no one that fits
the one that you dream: so sweet
and enduring
the eternal goodness that you
still hope for
there is no one,
no one
perhaps there could be good news
on a primera luz.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Believe It Or Not
Believe it or not
Ive been waiting for you to come through
Love of my life
Believe it or not
Ive been waiting for you to come through
Love of my life
And though the hour grew later and later
I would hold on for one more heartbeat
While my friends around me were calling
Today, today, today, today
As strange as it seems
I remember your face from before
Believe it or not
Before you and I were washed up
On this alien shore
As strange as that seems
Though the hour grew later and later
Still Id hold on for one more heartbeat
While my friends around me were calling
Today, today, today, today
Today the world seems brighter
Light and bright and right somehow
I could not have held on tighter
Waiting for the past to come to pass, no
Once in a dream Ive seen myself through your eyes
This you should know
Wading the stream that flows in between you and i
Once in a dream
And though the hour grows later and later
I would hold on for one more heartbeat
While my friends around me were calling
Today, today, today, today
song performed by by James Taylor
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Infinity Hour
In goes the knife
Pull out his life
Consider his life erased
Running wild in the night
searching for a new day
doesn't matter what you say
i'll do it anyway
Time keeps ticking
My life is flipping
Can i press rewind?
In infinity hour
Life is getting faster
Time is moving slower
No time to go back
Everythings over with
Time is standing still
Its all against my will
Infinity hour
Every laws against
What we thirst to drink
Washing knives off in the sink
Killing time is a hard job
I'm tired of these rules to obey
Doesn't matter what you say
i'll do it anyway
Time keeps going faster
Tired of killings bastards
My head is spinning
Can i press rewind
In infinity hour
Life is getting faster
Time is moving slower
No time to go back
Everythings over with
Time is standing still
Its all against my will
Infinity hour
no time, no time, no time
tick tock tick tock tick tock
in goes my knife, out goes time's life
time never dies
In infinity hour
Life is getting faster
Time is moving slower
No time to go back
Everythings over with
Time is standing still
Its all against my will
Infinity hour
poem by Brandon Bizon
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To Build A Dream
The world can be dark and lonely,
Some light is hard to find
One longs for hope and happiness
To calm a troubled mind
Day in, day out, we work and strive,
To make our lives complete
One thing is sure and life will prove
Success is quite a fate
But can success be measured
In all that gleams of gold?
Or do we still search farther
To see what life will hold?
Of course we know we can't deny
That it will take much more
To build a dream, to find a path
To what we're searching for
Great men have died throughout the years
Without this truth so clear
That life is loving and caring for
The people we hold dear
There are those who take and take
And never give a damn
For them the creed of kindness
Is nothing but a sham
True happiness can never come
To people such as these
For in the end, they'll be alone
And wonder what they've missed
Love and human kindness
Can only come one way
By proving through our actions
Each and every day
That we can give as well as take
Help lift another's load
Turn the darkness into a day
Along life's weary road
So why you ask, do I go on?
This verse is nothing new
Well, I just thought I'd let you know
I've found the best in you... to build a dream!
God gave me a neck with limited turns only to know who are on my sides, to look down what I have lost, and to look up that He is watching. In fact, He gave a full body to hold my senses so I could turn around and look back to those who had helped me.
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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Dream A Little Dream Of Me
Stars shining bright above you,
Night breezes seem to whisper, I love you,
Birds singing in the sycamore tree,
Dream a little dream of me.
Just say goodnight and kiss me,
Oh, hold me tight and tell me you miss me;
While Im alone and blue as can be,
Dream a little dream of me.
Stars fading, but I linger on, dear,
Still craving your kiss;
Im longing to linger till dawn, my dear,
Just saying this:
Sweet dreams till sunbeams find you,
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you,
But in your dreams whatever they be,
Dream a little dream of me.
Say nightie-night and kiss me,
Oh, hold me tight and tell me you miss me;
While Im alone and blue as can be,
Dream a little dream of me.
Dream a little dream of you and me.
song performed by by Chicago
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Dreams
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an Eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
'Twere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
But should it be- that dream eternally
Continuing- as dreams have been to me
In my young boyhood- should it thus be given,
'Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven.
For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright
I' the summer sky, in dreams of living light
And loveliness,- have left my very heart
In climes of my imagining, apart
From mine own home, with beings that have been
Of mine own thought- what more could I have seen?
'Twas once- and only once- and the wild hour
From my remembrance shall not pass- some power
Or spell had bound me- 'twas the chilly wind
Came o'er me in the night, and left behind
Its image on my spirit- or the moon
Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon
Too coldly- or the stars- howe'er it was
That dream was as that night-wind- let it pass.
I have been happy, tho' in a dream.
I have been happy- and I love the theme:
Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life,
As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife
Of semblance with reality, which brings
To the delirious eye, more lovely things
Of Paradise and Love- and all our own!
Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.
poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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The driven flying Kite
sometimes I forget, the kite that I flew, has leave me to
trust in the wind, forgetting, the thread that knot between
you and me; rainy and sunny days mind the hour it blown
to the sky, as long the kite is ready to go
my way has gone for anything that hold you from me and
got a memory that last for a lifetime; the need to change the
mind that i still and i will love you, what ever it happen finds
that still you’re my purest dream, as star that gazes in the
milo of the sitting night, and a smile for me, indeed it begin
in your life
i am sure that together we will rise, for as the wings
of the dream fly high, everything is above that each we can’t
see; but surf in in all your speed in the stream of a traveling
in clouds, together we will go, in beyond the love of the sky
and as you came, i can’t believe my heart seems to go
behind for everything i can’t understand, until you hug in the
middle of the night, like time in all the time watching and
telling me that i will be alright
time has come and saying me that it might be you, that
kept me to quite, somehow those change my whole life to
hold and to go in what life would be, through the darkness
night i stay with you
just you tell me, that tomorrow is still a way of love
to love me, for each moment is a way to take me in your
Heart…in your life feel and tell me, to fly a kite with you and
share this today for today is way to conquer your loving
heart, love me then …..and….. hold you endlessly
poem by Antonio Liao
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Life In Her Creaking Shoes
Life in her creaking shoes
Goes, and more formal grows,
A round of calls and cues:
Love blows as the wind blows.
Blows! . . . in the quiet close
As in the roaring mart,
By ways no mortal knows
Love blows into the heart.
The stars some cadence use,
Forthright the river flows,
In order fall the dews,
Love blows as the wind blows:
Blows! . . . and what reckoning shows
The courses of his chart?
A spirit that comes and goes,
Love blows into the heart.
poem by William Ernest Henley
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Dream A Little Dream Of Me
Stars shining bright above you.
Night breezes seem to whisper, 'I love you,'
Birds singing in the sycamore tree.
Dream a little dream of me.
Say nighty-night and kiss me.
Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me.
While I'm alone and blue as can be,
Dream a little dream of me.
Stars fading, but I linger on, dear,
Still craving your kiss.
I'm longing to linger 'till dawn, dear,
Just saying this:
Sweet dreams 'till sunbeams find you,
Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you.
But in your dreams, whatever they be.
Dream a little dream of me.
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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