Paths
Sometimes things shape our lives
for the good or for the bad.
We can never tell
until they touch our lives.
What these things will do,
if they will rise us up
or put us down,
we just have to wait and see.
Whatever happens to our lives
we are but pawns in a big game
that starts when we are born
and it ends when we die.
Our lives are guided by an unseen hand.
Some call it fate
others call him God.
We will never know
until our living days are through.
Until then
we will move along
paths chosen for us.
1 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Shape Of Things To Come
Magic, logic
The system works, but not for me
Look beyond the nearest moment
And youll see
The shape of things to come
Somewhere deep in the city
I can feel you I know youre here
Baby, Im just a pussy-cat
But not a one that you should fear
One, two, always love you
One, two, move up above you
Two, two, right in the face
Yes sir, no sir, three bags full so
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
Let me get you outta here
Tragic, logic
The system hurts, but not for me
I look beyond the farest moment
And I say
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
Somewhere deep in the system
I can see you but youre not clear
A simple case of error correction
Come on baby, get your ass in gear
One, two, always love you
One, two, move up above you
Two, two, right in the face
Of sir, no sir, three bags full so
The shape of things to come
Let me get your outta here
The shape of things to come
Look into my eyes and Ill make your day
The shape of things to come
Good things, great things, all just same things
The shape of things to come
The shape of things to come
song performed by by Cher
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Someone Cares About Them
Sometimes we meet people
with so much pain in their lives.
Pain we could hardly touch upon.
They are good people, emotional people,
whom life has dealt some nasty blows,
more nasty blows than our lives have felt.
They have seen things and done things
repellent to our lives,
but listening to them speak
and seeing the hurt within their eyes,
you realise the pain
they must be going through.
nightmares that plague their lives.
It makes you want to stretch out
and hug them for all its worth
just to let them know
someone cares about them.
28 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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Ode To The Spinster...
you know much better
i will not argue, so, you build your own house
choose the kind of wood
what color of paint is used
how things must be
everyday, you decide
you accept things as they are
and ready already for
any eventuality: that loneliness
has been converted to
solitude
you have nephews and nieces
too many, yet to no one
has you entrusted your future
or your present life
you reason out
they too, have lives of their own
they are the children of their
own plans
the makings of their own thoughts
and the shape of
their own visions
you walk alone along the shores of
time
complete and self -sufficient
you want to touch their lives sometimes
but your second thoughts prevail
you have your own life to live
the design of your own
house
architectured by your own hands
this heart that beats for no
one
but you, and you alone, at the end
embracing your own self
against the strong wind.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Our Lives
Written by John Mellencamp
Well I'm a middle-aged teenager
I'm a man of angst and leisure
Doin' the best that I can do
My problems are incorrect
I've always got it around my neck
Hey I'm just like you
Yeah I've done some good and I've done some bad
But the most fun that I ever had
Was singing my songs for you
And if I should go astray
I'd get down on my knees and pray
Say God forgive me for what I do
Oh in our lives
There's no right way for us to live it
You know in our lives
There's a time to cry and a time to forget it
Well I'm a broke down humble man
Baby that's just who I am
And that's from me to you
Well I feel good here
Got about a million more years
To do what it is I gotta do
And if some day you happen to be passin' my way
Say hi, hello, how are you
Well, I'll return the gesture in kind
And hope that things are fine
And you all just do what you gotta do
Oh in our lives
There's no right way for us to live it
Oh in our lives
There's a time to cry and a time to get with it
You know in our lives there's no right way for us to live it.
Well I'm a broke down humble man
That's just who I am
And that's from me to you
Yeah I'm a broke down humble man
Yeah that's just who I am
And that's from me to you
Oh in our lives
You know in our lives
Yeah in our lives there's no right way for us to live it
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Try To Remember
When you are feeling down,
try to remember all the good things you have had,
and I will bet you,
they are many more than the bad.
We tend to remember only
all the bad things in our lives,
and the good things get stored away
for a rainy day we say.
Now if we remember,
all the good things in our life,
we would not be so unhappy
when the bad things come along.
4 August 2007
poem by David Harris
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For Once In Our Lives
Since this morning Ive been thinking how
Things have changed between the two of us
Weve been falling through the here and now
Its time for us to reinvest our trust
Cant you see for once in our lives
Now our love has finally come to ground
This flame we have is burning so bright
Burning for ever, now were back together
Since this morning Ive been asking why
Why we let this sweet love slip away
When we knew love, was for you and i
The reason we could face the darkest days
Cant we see for once in our lives
All the things we wanted have appeared
Now that we have love realised
Realised forever
For once in our lives theres no turning back
No running away and no covering our tracks
For once in our lives theres no one to blame
No broken hearts cause weve found love again
For once, for once in our lives
Since this morning Ive been so relieved
Theres no more pressure from within
I had this sense that you would get to see
There was no lasting love in him
For once in our lives theres no turning back
Maybe we cant believe, how things can be so wrong
Maybe its time that we learn
To reach out for the feeling of love
For once in our lives theres no turning back
song performed by by Paul Carrack
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At The Speed Of Life
(jack hues)
A man lives in the city
Surrounded by machines
They take away his pity
And give him what he dreams
A stream of information
On a green letter screen
Makes him feel in touch with the world
And sure of what it means
Chorus:
At the speed of light youre in endless night
At the speed of sound you dont see the ground
And in your sports car with the windows down
And the radio on and you dont stop talking
Thanks, Ill keep walking
Im doing things in my own way
Well Im doing things as I please
And then everything else goes its own way
At the speed of life
A man lives in the city
Distracted by the news
From sitting down with the ones he loves
Or taking time to choose
And what of conversation?
And what is left when he dies?
Is there a diary of an honest man
To stand against the lies?
Repeat chorus
Im doing things for their own sake
A picture on a screen wont do
I need to feel and touch it too
Do what I feel
Im doing things for their own sake
I gotta find that essential, deep emotion
Get unhooked from this low commotion
And do what I feel
Im doing things in my own way
Im doing things in my own way
Well Im doing things as I please
And then everything else goes its own way
At the speed of life
This is the speed of life
song performed by by Wang Chung
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Choices
Everyday we face choices
in every aspect of our lives;
some are little things,
like what clothes to wear.
Some are important things,
like whose life we should share.
Our lives are built around
the choices that we make,
whether they are good or bad.
They are choices
only we ourselves can make.
poem by David Harris
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Why The Things We Do
Why the things we do
By jimmy buffett, jay oliver, roger guth
1989
In an old house down by the beach
Lives an old man whos just out of reach
Oh oh, hes got nothing to lose
Some say hes a crazy old man
A refugee from a rock and roll band
Oh oh, hes still playing the blues
In the morning when you rise
Arent you glad to be alive
Oh oh, put on your barefoot shoes
When you dance beneath the moon rainbow
Cant you feel the afterglow
Oh oh, why the things we do
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
In the driftwood house you learn how to dream
Truth is stranger than fishing it seems
Oh oh, theres no earthly rules
And the people come just to hear him say
Lifes too short to live your way
Oh oh, whos really fooling who
Invisible means are the key to support
Makes you king in your own court
Oh oh, what have you got to lose
Push the sadness from your heart
Theres no living after dark
Oh oh,
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
Why the things we...
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
Why the things we do
In the morning when you rise
Arent you glad to be alive
Oh oh, put on your barefoot shoes
When you dance beneath the moon rainbow
Cant you feel the afterglow
Oh oh, thats why the things we do
Thats why the things we do
Thats why the things we do
Thats why the things we do
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In The Time Of Our Lives
Listen to the clock beat as it ticks out time away,
And listen to the birds laughter as they live for today,
And listen to the heart beat as it beats our lives away.
These are the things that we hear in our world,
And these are the things that we hear in the time of our lives,
In the time of our lives.
And to us they are real,
And for us theyre ideal.
How you doing people that passed on yesterday?
Did you meet with justice on your judgement day?
These are the things that we hear in our world,
And these are the things that we hear in the time of our lives,
In the time of our lives.
And to us they are real,
And for us theyre ideal.
Yes, to us,
Without a doubt theyre real.
Without a doubt theyre real.
Without a doubt theyre real!
song performed by by Iron Butterfly
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Time Of Our Lives
Listen to the clock beat as it ticks out time away,
And listen to the birds laughter as they live for today,
And listen to the heart beat as it beats our lives away.
These are the things that we hear in our world,
And these are the things that we hear in the time of our lives,
In the time of our lives.
And to us they are real,
And for us theyre ideal.
How you doing people that passed on yesterday?
Did you meet with justice on your judgement day?
These are the things that we hear in our world,
And these are the things that we hear in the time of our lives,
In the time of our lives.
And to us they are real,
And for us theyre ideal.
Yes, to us,
Without a doubt theyre real.
Without a doubt theyre real.
Without a doubt theyre real!
song performed by by Iron Butterfly
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Self Doubt
Sometimes our minds are filled with self-doubt
at things we do in our lives,
yet to others they have a different point of view.
They see the things you do in another perspective.
When I was in self-doubt over my parenting skills,
not sure, if I made all the right decisions
a late friend said to me.
Look you have taken on two children which were not your own, raised them well.
There are many who wouldn’t even attempt
to do what you have done.
Do not ever say you are not a good father.
I am sure your children would have something different to say
if they compared their lives to what they used to have.
You may not be perfect no one ever is,
but you have done the best you could
and that is good enough for everyone.
Although I listened, the self-doubt persists.
Maybe they will never go away who can really tell.
1-2 December 2008
After word:
This poem is based on a conversation I had many years ago with a late friend over my own self doubts.
poem by David Harris
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Our Lives Are Mostly Unsaid
Our lives are mostly unsaid
We have countless poems in us
Which will never be written-
The beauty of so many things
The hidden secrets of so much we sense
We can never fully tell-
All of us each of us lives poetry unwritten and unspoken-
This is God’s gift to us all
We have holy lives
We do not ourselves truly know to tell
And we enjoy them as sensations only our own
Which our very existence gives us.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Being me...no matter what.
(Friday, July 18,2008)
things has done here, at the least i expect,
i have given time to share and to love and to care;
i like to reach out and touch soul of each lives,
by my most unconditional love for all men from afar.
but hey, things always changing as i say,
i learned a lot too from here in a free way;
to let out my imaginations and share it with YOU,
so far, i am happy, i am really pleased when YOU do,
appreciate all things that YOU see here and read too!
poem by InNer WhisPers
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Fear grows out of the things we think it lives in our minds. Compassion grows out of the things we are, and lives in our hearts.
quote by Barbara Garrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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We
My father lives in France
My mothere lives in Japan
My sister lives in Afghanistan
My little brother lives in New York
My litter sister lives in Germany
My best friend lives in Myanmar
My business partner lives lives in China
My favourite food is indian food
My neighbourhood is always changing
What is WEdentity NOW?
Life-Ending
Who of us can escape death's scene
and if we could what would it mean?
Having to face a world gone mad
that can't seem to understand good from bad.
All of the ones that you held dear
gone beyond to a place you fear?
And if we do, who shall we blame?
Those that have taught us as we grew
all the things that we should do.
Things like hate and things to fear,
things like ageing with each new year,
things that tear into the soul,
things that surface and take their toll.
No, we can't escape death's scene
and if we could it would only demean
the importance of how our lives end
and the knowledge that death
is not a dead-end.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sonnet- 'Tis Easiest Listening to God
All things we do, may not be good for us;
Some things we yearn for, God denies for goods;
Nevertheless, we must never God curse;
He knows soul's poison's from virtuous foods.
We can't-expect miracles all the-time;
Sometimes, God allows us to struggle much;
Our sufferings could turn our lives sublime;
God heals the wounds of heart with Grace's touch.
Yet, God prefers all souls to heed to Him;
Each one is meant to do some special things;
And yet, the soul should be most pure and trim.
For Heaven's skies needs Birds with righteous wings!
And when we listen to whatever God tells;
We will some day surely toll Heaven's bells.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: God Show Me My Way
Why should I tow the other people’s lines?
I have my own good principles to keep;
Why should I take to their exotic wines?
According to one’s deeds, each one must reap!
Why should I argue uselessly o’er things?
I must keep doing things all my way;
O let me take the good or bad life brings;
When I’m finished, let me call it a day.
Why should I copy other people’s ways?
O let me do all things in my own style;
And who knows, who lives, for how many days?
Let me never keep pending any file.
‘Tis God who judges every soul on Earth;
He only knows the reasons for each birth!
poem by John Celes
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Poetics
I look for the way
things will turn
out spiralling from a center,
the shape
things will take to come forth in
so that the birch tree white
touched black at branches
will stand out
wind-glittering
totally its apparent self:
I look for the forms
things want to come as
from what black wells of possibility,
how a thing will
unfold:
not the shape on paper -- though
that, too -- but the
uninterfering means on paper:
not so much looking for the shape
as being available
to any shape that may be
summoning itself
through me
from the self not mine but ours.
poem by Archie Randolph Ammons
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