Shattered Lives
Shattered lives fall
like seeds on the wind,
some on rocky ground
where they wither and die.
Some on soft earth
where they nurture and grow,
while other just float along
on the endless tide
of their own misery.
Shattered lives hit
by some devastating blow,
an encumbering circumstance
far beyond their control.
Like glass, they shatter.
Some never recover,
but look at their loss
as some harbinger of doom.
Backing away from existence
and into an endless gloom.
Others try relentlessly
to move forward,
picking up the pieces
to start over again.
10 March 2009
poem by David Harris
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Fertile Ground
Some lives fall on fertile ground
and grow and grow and grow.
Some lives fall on stony ground
and fail to grow at all.
We are like the seeds of flowers
we need a base to grow,
to spread our roots
and watch our seedlings grow.
11 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Like Shards Of Shattered Glass
When our lives lie in pieces
like shards of shattered glass,
a lone piper plays a solemn tune
under a faltering moon.
We look at the world with sad eyes
as the throngs move to and fro,
and the ashes of our lives
are tossed into prevailing winds
to be carried on times rainbow
to some distant shore
hoping in the magic there
they will be reconstructed
and return to us once more
making us whole again.
20 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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Endless Flight
Writers: andrew gold
Keep me steady
Dont rock me all around
Lord, I dont wanna fall down
Understand me
I wish this jet was off the ground
Look around you
And tell me what you see
Are you afraid or is it me?
I hope we make it
I hope we dont fall in the sea
And its gonna be an endless flight
Until we reach the ground tonight
Yes its gonna be an endless flight I know
Like a flyinbird in the night
The wind is strong but I hope Im right
An this will be the end of this endless flight
Make me happy
Just let me see the light
I hope the runway time is near
The look the captain gave
Wasnt comfort and saw fear
Oh, what a fear
And its gonna be an endless flight
Until we reach the ground tonight
Yes its gonna be an endless flight I know
Like a flyin bird in the night
The wind is strong but I hope Im right
An this will be the end of this endless flight
And its gonna be an endless flight
Until we reach the ground tonight
Yes its gonna be an endless flight I know
Like a flyin bird in the night
The wind is strong but I hope Im right
An this will be the end of this endless flight
And its gonna be an endless flight
Until we reach the ground tonight
Yes its gonna be an endless flight I know
Like a flyin bird in the night
The wind is strong but I hope Im right
An this will be the end of this endless flight
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Share A Smile
I like to share a smile with others,
bringing some sunshine in their lives.
Possessions mean nothing to me
and I will give them away to anyone
if it brightens up their lives.
With doom and gloom,
surrounding all our lives
it’s nice to think
there is someone around
to bring some sunshine into our lives.
6 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Picking Up The Pieces
Take cover, young lovers,
fall apart at the seams
It's stainless steel, that's how I feel,
you're the girl of my dreams
Well I tried to call you on the phone,
your dad said that you weren't at home
But we are, picking up the pieces of our lovin'
over and over again
Picking up the pieces let's do it again
We're picking up the pieces,
picking up the pieces of our love
Well, I need your lovin'
to show me what I am
And I want your body
to make me feel like a man
You know that I'm down on my knees,
you know it's you that I want to please, please
Picking up the pieces of our lovin'
over and over again
Picking up the pieces let's do it again
We're picking up the pieces,
picking up the pieces of our love
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Born Of A Broken Man
My fears hunt me down
Capturing my memories
The frontier of loss
They try to escape across the street where
Jesus stripped bare
And raped the spirit he was supposed to nurture
In the name of my in the name of my
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Like autumn leaves
His sense fell from him
An empty glass of himself
Shattered somewhere within
His thoughts like a hundred moths
Trapped in a lampshade
Somewhere within
Their wings banging and burning
On through endless nights
Forever awake he lies shaking and starving
Praying for someone to turn off the light
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
Born of a broken man
But not a broken man
song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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Shattered
My dreams are like my realms I live in,
Everything I have touched has shattered,
When I see you smiling with another girl,
I have become shattered into million pieces,
Somehow you manage not to notice that I am broken,
No more looking at you,
You make me sad,
Yet I get mad,
Glad to know I can be jealous,
Not enough to know that I wasn’t the one you liked after all these years,
I have open up my thoughts, my ears, my eyes,
To know that you weren’t nothing but a nobody to me now,
So now before you go and shatter my heart let me know what did I do to deserve this hate from you,
Is it to late for you know its too late to date me and that I am more happier then I can be,
Lets get the facts that you were just another guy with no brain at all,
You just drain my thoughts to think that you weren’t my boyfriend began with,
Theses rain shall fall when I cry,
Burst into tears of hate, and broken yet shattered heart of mine.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Autumn Years
Picking up the pieces of my life
I wonder why the hell I ever came here
A man without a future left to face
And nothing but a memory to embrace
Holding on to threads of sanity
Imagining the roads I could have taken
It fills me with a deepening sense of shame
And outside I can hear the pouring rain
There is a place
Where in my mind I escape
And there I understand the way I feel
And deep in this world of make-believe
I will spend my autumn years with you
Sitting in this grey and sunless world
I try to come to terms with guilty feelings
A man about to pay the final price
And nothing but his breath to sacrifice
Therell be a time
When Ill be gone from your mind
A fading ghost that soon will disappear
And deep in my would of endless pain
I must face my autumn years
Im picking up the pieces, Im picking up the pieces
Im picking up the pieces, Im picking up the pieces
Picking up the pieces of my life
song performed by by Johnny Hates Jazz
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The Need To Be Broken
we may never realize the need
to be broken, to be shattered, and be scattered into fine pieces
like a pod, like some seeds with wings
from fruits that ripen and rot and dry and ferns that wilt and crack and turn to powder,
that the wind takes and brings to the far corners of the world
in grafitti,
like the pores of mushrooms shaken by thunder and lightning
during a very strong storm and spread like dust and grow again
like white round stones on fertile hays and on the side of banana shrubs
because it is only thru this breaking
and shaking that some lives begin to grow and flourish
like us
when we are broken when we open like basins
trapping and saving and drinking the pouring rain
nature's wisdom seeping to the crevices
of our brokeness and our openess
as the expulsion begins
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shattered Image
I used to sit for hours as a kid
And dangle my feet from an old flat bridge
Seeing myself in the water below
Shatter my image with the rocks Id throw
Shatter my image with the rocks Id throw
Long time gone and a long time ago
When I shattered my image with the rocks Id throw
The world is cruel and people are cold
Now they shatter my image with the rocks they throw
Shatter my image with the rocks they throw
Im far from perfect but I aint all bad
And it hurts me more than it makes me mad
We all do things that we dont want told
And we all throw stones that we shouldnt throw
You shatter my image with the rocks you throw
Long time gone and a long time ago
When I shattered my image with the rocks Id throw
The world is cruel and people are cold
Now they shatter my image with the rocks they throw
Shatter my image with the rocks they throw
If you live in a glass house dont throw stones
Dont shatter my image til you look at your own
Look at your reflection in your house of glass
Dont open my closet if your owns full of trash
Stay out of my closet if your owns full of trash
Long time gone and a long time ago
When I shattered my image with the rocks Id throw
The world is cruel and people are cold
Now they shatter my image with the rocks they throw
Shatter my image with the rocks they throw
Shatter my image with the rocks you throw
Dont shatter my image with the rocks you throw
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Tough And Rough
Tough
Are the lives lived of those once puffed
Who today will not give up
Although for them these times are rough
Without the pampering done with fluffed up stuff
Falling from the top down to the ground
Can come to stun those looking around
Falling from the top down to the ground
Can come with a thud and a crashing sound
Falling from the top down to the ground
Can come to perplex and compound composures
With a picking up of pieces
Slipping away from greasy reaches
Falling from the top down to the ground
Can be so tough
And rough
For those who have not had enough
Tough
Are the lives lived of those once puffed
With a picking up of pieces
Slipping away from greasy reaches
Falling from the top down to the ground
Can come to stun those looking around
For remnants of yesterday to be found
And
Left astounded!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bergius
i think
Bergius knows life
more than we do
i think
he knows sorrow
much better than
we used to think we know
the way he holds his
cigar
between his fingers
the way he stares aimlessly
at
i do not really know where
his thoughts are
where his gaze is going
where his heart is
all i know is that he is with us
in this
in the
misery of our lives
in this coldness of our times
in this recollection of the pieces
of our shattered
little existences
we, the nobodies,
we, the uncertainties
we, the roots of truth and
the budding lies.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Trying To Reconstruct The Self
shattered pieces of self
like fragile glass
scattered on the floor
one must pick the pieces
and glue
the past and the present
and polish the
future
everyday is a reconstruction
a reunion of the mind and the heart
do not be left out
somewhere in the dark corridors of time
embrace the light and take another step forward
for life's essence is always to move on and on
those that stop shall soon decay
they rot and the layers of time soon bury them
in the land of oblivion
come! come with me!
hurry! hurry! time has big wings and too swiftly it flies away
for unlike the mind with memories that may come back
time only moves forward and then forgets
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shattered Pieces
shattered pieces
my hands shall pick you up
and they will bleed
to make you whole again
shattered pieces
when you become whole
will you love me?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Europe Endless
Europe endless
Endless endless endless endless
Europe endless
Endless endless endless endless
Life is timeless
Europe endless
Life is timeless
Europe endless
Europe endless
Endless endless endless endless
Europe endless
Endless endless endless endless
Parks, hotels and palaces
Europe endless
Parks, hotels and palaces
Europe endless
Promenades and avenues
Europe endless
Real life and postcard views
Europe endless
Europe endless
Endless endless endless endless
Europe endless
Endless endless endless endless
Elegance and decadence
Europe endless
Elegance and decadence
Europe endless
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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The Kids Arent Alright
When we were young, the future was so bright, whoa
The old neighborhood was so alive, whoa
And every kid on the whole damn street, whoa
Was gonna make it big and not be beat
Now, the neighborhoods cracked and torn, whoa
The kids are grown up, but their lives are worn, whoa
How can one little street
Swallow so many lives
Chances thrown, nothings free
Longing for what used to be
Still, its hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
Jamie had a chance, well, she really did, whoa
Instead, she dropped out and had a couple of kids, whoa
Mark still lives at home cause hes got no job, whoa
He just plays guitar and smokes a lotta pot
Jay committed suicide, whoa
Brandon odd and died, whoa
What the hell is going on
The cruelest dream, reality
Chances thrown, nothings free
Longing for what used to be
Still, its hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
Go!
Chances thrown, nothings free
Longing for what used to be
Still, its hard, hard to see
Fragile lives, shattered dreams
song performed by by Offspring
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At times he is shattered, dumb from the impact of life
He zips his leather jacket
looks life right into the eyes
and when his motorcycle breaks
he feels like putting it alight
but struggles on until it gets life again
but it’s empty in him
and sometimes he is shattered, dumb from the impact of life
as if everything around him looses meaning
and existence is only for the here and now.
When he stops at a traffic light
a street preacher shouts over a bullhorn
about the love of God which is endless,
but he doesn’t see God, just girls looking at him
even one with a baby in her arms
who asks almost inaudible
it he feels like screwing her
when he parks his motorcycle
at a shopping centre
and she gets out of the car next to him
placing the baby on the car’s seat
and bends over
as if she has lost her contact lenses
and he sees her hard big nipples
that appears braless, uncovered pink brown
making his male member awake, aflame.
He wonders if there are answers
in bodily pleasures,
if a person has to screw every beautiful thing
that comes your way
have to find pleasure, just where you can
and looks at the wind whirling leaves aimlessly,
people walking to and thro to cars
and the sexuality of the woman next to him
is like a living flame
and he wonders about the endless love of God
and bodily pleasure takes his shaking hands into hers
and her nearness goes like a thunder stroke through him
but it’s empty in him
and sometimes he is shattered, dumb from the impact of life
as if everything around him looses meaning
and existence is only for the here and now.
and his appetite for her is almost unstoppable.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Home By The Sea
Creeping up the blind side, shinning up the wall
Stealing thru the dark of night
Climbing thru a window, stepping to the floor
Checking to the left and the right
Picking up the pieces, putting them away
Something doesnt feel quite right
Help me someone, let me out of here
Then out of the dark was suddenly heard
Welcome to the home by the sea
Coming out the woodwork, thru the open door
Pushing from above and below
Shadows but no substance, in the shape of men
Round and down and sideways they go
Adrift without direction, eyes that hold despair
Then as one they sign and they moan
Help us someone, let us out of here
Living here so long undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the home by the sea
Sit down sit down
Sit down sit down sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you
Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
Things that go to make up a life
Endless days of summer longer nights of gloom
Waiting for the morning light
Scenes of unimportance, photos in a frame
Things that go to make up a life
Help us someone, let us out of here
Cos living here so long undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the home by the sea
Sit down sit down
Sit down sit down sit down sit down
As we relive out lives in what we tell you
Let us relive out lives in what we tell you
Sit down sit down sit down
Cos you wont get away
No with us you will stay
For the rest of your days - sit down
As we relive our lives in what we tell you
Let us relive our lives in what we tell you
song performed by by Genesis
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Life - 2
We float with the tides of time,
Dance with boundless joy
At the crest of waves...
Sometimes the mind plunges deep down
At the darkened trough
Where long sadness seems
To grow longer...
Stretched out hands seek more
To stay afloat.
Driven by an unquenched thirst,
Tangled up in many,
Engaged in an endless struggle,
Do we really know
Where are we heading to?
The shore awaits...
We will be thrown onto it one day.
It's a world of eternal peace.
All that we held all along,
Would simply float away
With the tide of illusory world.
When I look back and see,
It's a pain which grows within me;
Nothing, that I had offered to this world.
An existence thus will wash away
Will I ever let it be?
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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Tears From A Star
They fall as endless sheets
As they flow to the ground
Some shall think of them and weep
Some shall only smile
They fall over hills over mountains
Over the heads of those who have the time to feel
They fall over fountain
The fountain of life
They fall in our thoughts our dreams
As we see them yet do not hear them
For we do not have time for childish dreams
They fall on those who no longer care
They fall on the new born babe
They fall on the old and wise
The fall to the ground to forever lay
They fall for those who leave for those who shall stay
They fall in endless sheets
Fall from the sky
From the heavens they are sent to us to know, to love
For they are tears from a star
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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