Millions Like You
Life at times can be filled with turmoil,
not knowing which way it wants to go.
It runs one way and then runs another.
Confusion strikes your mind,
making you unsure what to do.
Whether you want to stay or go with the flow.
There is another alternative
and that is to run away.
Get lost in the far maddening crowd
that seek no pleasures
wherever they wander to
and take solace in the fact
there maybe millions like you,
or you could stay at home
and live with the confusion
that slowly eats away at your soul.
10 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Confusion
Everywhere the sun is shining.
All around the world its shining.
But cold winds blow across your mind.
Confusion--its such a terrible shame.
Confusion--you dont know what youre sayin.
Youve lost your love and you just cant carry on.
You feel theres no-one there for you to lean on.
Every night youre out there darlin.
Youre always out there runnin.
And I see that lost look in your eyes.
Confusion,i dont know what I should do.
Confusion,i leave it all up to you.
Youve lost your love and you just cant carry on.
You feel theres no-one there for you to lean on.
Dark is the road you wander.
And as you stand there under.
The starry sky,you feel sad inside.
Confusion,you know its drivin me wild.
Confusion,it comes as no big surprise.
Youve lost your love and you just cant carry on.
You feel theres no-one there for you to lean on.
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Confusion
The silence in my heart has built a zombie of me.
The empteness has lert me an emotionless wreckage.
The confusion brings with it dread.
Making the fall even harder.
God life can be so cruel.
Confusion of the past.
Confusion of today.
And confusion of tommorrow.
I dont no my direction.
Even though I wonder far.
My direction has no direct way.
I'm lost dear lord.
I can't find my way.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Astray
and times move so fast, and now there does not seem to be any
and once it felt that there was more than plenty
I do believe that something somewhere sent me
To you, astray, and the bald raging flame of your heart is making me stay.
and I admit, that I have spent some time in confusion
Not knowing what is or is not illusion
Riddled with myself and destruction
Astray, and the bald raging flame of your heart is making me stay.
and flux, we move, crawl across the sky like the weather
To think that she once thought that I was clever
But I was do or die not now or never
Astray, still the bald raging flame of your heart is making me stay.
song performed by by I Am Kloot
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Paradise
Fun in the sun
with our feet in the sand
enjoy life as time goes by
picturing life where no one cries
a place of piece
relaxing and a time
filled with eats
a place where
west and east meet
a place where bloods
and creeps sit down to eat
times worry me as i reminisce
we have lost to many brothers
for it to stay like this
dressing in black every week
makes the heart of a man weak
so as i gaze out into the ocean blue
i wander will this ever be true
where we sit and play just me and you
and the millions of brothers and sisters
we never knew
poem by Robert Roberts
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Inside Your Head
It's so hard to keep and stay,
Inside your head.
Any wisdom from you runs...
Run, run, runs.
With a running done that comes,
Run, run, runs.
With a running done that comes,
Run, run, runs.
When you open your mouth,
Out it comes...
Something ignorant is done,
Really dumb, dumb.
Something ignorant is done,
Really dumb, dumb.
And you might think your responses are cute.
When you choose something abusive,
To say that's aloof.
And you might think your responses are cute.
When you choose abusive uses,
To say that are loose.
But,
Any wisdom from you runs...
Run, run, runs.
With a running that is done,
Runs, run, run..
With a running that is done,
Run, runs, run.
It's so hard to keep and stay...
Inside your head.
When you open your mouth,
Any face will turn red.
'Cause,
Any wisdom from you runs...
Run, run, runs.
With a running that is done,
Runs, run, run..
With a running that is done,
Run, runs, run.
Any wisdom from you runs.
Run, run, runs.
It's so hard to keep and stay...
Inside your head.
It's so hard to keep and stay...
A wisdom chased away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Song. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest;
Home-keeping hearts are happiest,
For those that wander they know not where
Are full of trouble and full of care;
To stay at home is best.
Weary and homesick and distressed,
They wander east, they wander west,
And are baffled and beaten and blown about
By the winds of the wilderness of doubt;
To stay at home is best.
Then stay at home, my heart, and rest;
The bird is safest in its nest;
O'er all that flutter their wings and fly
A hawk is hovering in the sky;
To stay at home is best.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Relevance
It is much too big to contain it.
Relevance.
It connects to a point of view,
Making sense.
A pieced together relevance.
And changing it to convince,
An alternative provides more to give...
With a backing of defense.
For those accustomed to confusion,
Conflicts for them sit well.
But a relevance to what exists,
Clears the air where delusions...
Have been invited to dwell.
Bringing 'home' a relevance,
Invites communication.
And from that confusion is dispelled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Motivation
Sometimes you cannot get motivated
in some things you do.
Your mind is filled with confusion
within certain things.
In your mind confusion rules supreme.
You need to lose yourself in something else,
relieve the stress you feel.
Coming back later
to certain things refreshed
and ready to start again.
This time more motivated.
4 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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Being the Self
From the stay of the Being
Emanates the river of the Self
A river that runs through the hearts
A river that runs through the faiths
From the stay of the Self
Emanates the stream of awareness
An awareness of the One
An awareness of everything
Appearing in the One
Of journey and destination
Being is the home
Of roads and the abodes
The Self is the Name
Name of the Being that stays
Stays till eternity
Stays That reality
Look at the river of life
It is the Being itself
The cause and the caused
The love and the beloved
In the stay of the Being
It is you, you …and only you
poem by Bhaswat Chakraborty
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Innocent Exile
My life is so empty, nothing to live for.
My mind is all confusion, cos I defied the law.
When you werent there to help me, I lost my mind and ran.
I never had no trouble before this all began.
My life is so empty, nothing to live for.
My mind is all confusion, cos I defied the law.
When you werent there to help me, I lost my mind and ran.
I never had no trouble before this all began.
Im running away, no where to go.
Im lost and tired and I just dont know. yeah...
They say I killed a woman, they know it isnt true.
Theyre just trying to frame me, and all because of you.
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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I Remember The Used
I remember the used,
The ones abused,
Beaten to depression,
Tears of pain,
Lost in confusion,
A world black of hate.
Crying tunes of hate,
The minds of the used,
Now filled with confusion,
Their lives abused,
A state of pain,
The chain of depression,
The memories of depression,
The faces of hate,
Weighed down by pain,
Beaten and used,
The ones abused,
lost in confusion.
The label of confusion,
On a plate of depression,
Given to those abused,
The planted seeds of hate,
A bush beaten and used,
The thorns of pain.
An orchestra of pain,
With notes of confusion,
A song called used,
Interments of depression,
Plays tunes of hate,
To those abused.
This me world abused,
My life a world of pain,
Memories of hate,
The smell of confusion,
The darkness of my depression,
A life used.
The path for the used and abused,
Confusion of those in depression,
The hate caused by pain.
poem by Eric Adams
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Stay
Please stay with me now
Dont you let me go
Ill make it somehow
I got to let you know
That Ill make it
Somehow, some way
Though I wait on the day
What Im doings got to pay
Someway, somehow
My baby, when he cries
Its cause somethings on his mind
This world is full of lies
You and me are one of a kind
The good lord will stand behind every step
We are blind to fate, thats life, thats life
Stay, stay, stay, stay (wont you please)
Stay, stay, stay, stay
It fits, but you cant make it work
Where theres pain, theres got to be hurt
And the green grass grows from the dirt
Yeah, thats a fact of life alright
The good lord stands behind every step
We are blind to fate, thats life, thats life
Stay, oh wont you please
Stay, stay (wont you)
Stay, stay, stay, stay
Stay, stay, stay, stay
Stay, stay (right here)
Stay, stay (dont you go, no no)
Stay, stay (oh no no)
Stay, stay (stay baby baby please stay)
Stay, stay (right here, right here, right here)
Stay, stay (I want you to stay right here)
Stay, stay (we can stay here, together, together yeah)
Stay, stay (dont listen to what people say)
Stay, stay (stay, stay, listen now yeah)
Stay, stay (stay, yeah yeah now)
song performed by by Erykah Badu
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Remain for ever
You did really miss the opportunity
When you had it in you plenty
It is like fragrance object with deer
But runs after it with so much fear
We are an intelligent human being
But lacked same zeal by poor or king
Sometimes as danger or good it repeatedly rings
But we fail to capitalize on it and bring
You go on thousand pilgrimages
Donate millions of rupees with advancement of old age
But your soul will be confined to lone cage
That will find lonely even to imprint on page
So to search within is real answer
This fact may be realized by fewer
The happiness may be precious and remain forever
That shall stay as permanent and never disappear
Happiness or unhappiness lies in eyes or memory
That impression remains and taken further or carried
What we leave behind is nothing but lots of confusion
And this is enough to create a blurred vision
So as said, the object is seen as eyes wants to see
The world may look beautiful, colorful and free
If internal doors are closed and forbidden
Rest all happiness may stand totally forgotten
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Wife Is A Most Knowing Woman
My wife is a most knowing woman,
She always is finding me out,
She never will hear explanations
But instantly puts me to rout,
There's no use to try and deceive her,
If out with my friends night or day,
In a most inconceivable manner,
She tells where I've been right away,
She says that I'm 'mean' and 'inhuman.'
Oh! My wife is a most knowing woman.
She would've been hung up for witchcraft
If she had lived sooner, I know,
There's no hiding anything from her,
She knows what I do -- where I go;
And if I come in after midnight
And say 'I have been to the lodge,'
Oh, she says while she flies in a fury,
'Now don't think to play such a dodge!
It's all very fine, but won't do, man,'
Oh, my wife is a most knowing woman.
Not often I go out to dinner
And come home a little 'so so,'
I try to creep up through the hall-way,
As still as a mouse, on tip-toe,
She's sure to be waiting up for me
And then comes a nice little scene,
'What, you tell me you're sober, you wretch you,
Now don't think that I am so green!
My life is quite worn out with you, man,'
Oh, my wife is a most knowing woman!
She knows me much better than I do,
Her eyes are like those of a lynx,
Though how she discovers my secrets
Is a riddle would puzzle a sphynx,
On fair days, when we go out walking,
If ladies look at me askance,
In the most harmless way, I assure you,
My wife gives me, oh! such a glance,
And says 'all these insults you'll rue, man,'
Oh, my wife is a most knowing woman.
Yes, I must give all of my friends up
If I would live happy and quiet;
One might as well be 'neath a tombstone
As live in confusion and riot.
This life we all know is a short one,
While some tongues are long, heaven knows,
And a miserable life is a husband's
Who numbers his wife with his foes;
I'll stay at home now like a true man,
Oh, my wife is a most knowing woman.
poem by Stephen C. Foster
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Pain runs through my body
Pain runs through my body, and I don't need anymore.
Pain runs through my body, so leave me alone you whore.
Pain runs through my blood, as I start to bleed.
Pain runs through my body, and love is what I need.
Pain runs through my body, everyday of my life.
Pain runs through my body, as I pick up the knife.
Pain runs through my body, as I put it through my chest.
Pain runs through my body and I think you know the rest.
poem by Ari Castillo
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This is the mind Another brother Always preparing to forget.
I am here
I have this body
This is my soul
Immersed
I am a soul
Bathing in the river
The river runs and runs
It seems endless
I am a body now
Forgetting the soul
Because of time
& pain
The pleasures are pieces
Simmering like trickles
Of light
Like soft needles of
Rain
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What is happening to me
I am floating in a sea of apprehension
With worry and doubt as stars above
No call is to lost to be echoed around
Thoughts are silent as the gravity tugs
I am skipping on stones of confusion
Avoiding the rapidly grabbing chaos
Just staying out of the mess of life
Making survival the ultimate pay off
I am silent to the world of chattering
In a forest of meaning, silence drowns
No interpretation can bring life near
Alone encircled by life I will be found
I am walking a familiarly strange path
With steps no longer firm as they take
Unsure of nearing objects and needs
Compelled to go on, even as I break
By Ruth L. Rivers
July 21,2009
poem by Ruth L. Rivers
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Confusion (two)
The drama of events
And suspense of life
Lead me to confusion
But my confusion is
Better than your stupidity
Through my knowledge
I can see my confusion clearly
As it is creative and methodical too.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Driven
I cannot escape this road i live on~
The traffic runs both ways-
Trying simply to cross it-
Only adds more confusion to my days...
It is the same inside of my place~
Trying to choose a condiment that is clean! ! !
Choices of catsup, mustard or mayo-
Are not always- -what they seem! ! !
Laundry detergent smells and makes skin raw~
Wonder about the tooth paste as well-
And what of the creams and bath salts?
It is really too soon to tell! ! !
For it seems a 'gold fever' team, if you will~
Partnered up for a trip 'cross the line-
Sir William of England and his quantum physics teacher-
Are here looking for a way to add to the Design...
But i have had my fill of hypocrits~
And treachery and being a traitor is not good-
So, guess, i simply will stay on this road in this place-
Until they realize- -that they are not doing- what they should...
Every once in a while God-He intervenes~
Between Him and His angels He stops many unjust things-
Usually sinister, illegal, plot schemes-
And all of the wrong, in betweens...
When it is wrong-it is wrong~
No matter what anybodies mind might say-
So this is to all who drive on my road:
'The Light Of God Is Shining In My Life Today'
From: ***The Attic Of My Heart
To all of those wandering on this day and tomorrow.
Behind the door is so much more than you ever feared for.
August 23,2009
poem by Theodora Onken
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Come Home
A slow confusion in my mind
words left unspoken
problems yet to be solved.
A sharp pain twisting in my heart
all haunt me everyday, all live inside me.
I wake up at night crying,
I wish you could be here,
I wish i could see you
Just come back home
where you belong.
This hole in my heart,
needs you to fill it.
I need you in my life
to hold me in your arms,
to wipe away my tears,
An to fill the empty spaces in me.
I miss near and dear.
Just come home and stay for good.
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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