Believed
Believed, lived, bed, lied, died, veil, Eve, led;
Notwithstanding the impediments at hand!
But i will surely succeed in this life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Here Lie's The truth
“Here Lies the truth”,
On Her tombstone this will be wrote.
It was never spoke when She was living,
So also in death, it will be unspoke.
By Her it was never said
it was as though pulling out Her soul,
So here lies the truth and herself dead
Both has died in sadness and woe.
Here lies the truth,
Not once by her was it cried,
Not in the days that she was living,
Not even in the day that She had died.
She must of believed that it was a sin
To open Her heart and listen to the word
So She closed her heart and locked it shut,
And She never believed in no one but Her.
Here lies the truth,
It lived but a very short life,
Though the Woman died of years of age
The truth though, never had a chance to try.
Everyone She knew had learned Her lie
They never believed a word that she said
So when She finally tried to speak the truth,
Her heart stopped; and She laid dead.
Here lies the truth
It lived but a very short life,
It was loved by neither Child or Man,
For they believe its living was but a lie.
So here in the grave it will lay dead
As it had lived in this woman's soul,
Never again will it be uttered or thought of,
Never till the end of time will it be thought of or known.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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When We Believed
the surgeon's hand,
the painter's brush.
the carpenter's hammer,
the hungry touch.
gravity and motion,
moon driven waves.
bowls of rice,
the end of days.
turn back the clock,
shut the window and the door.
walk back down that path
we walked before.
before we lived,
before we died.
before we walked away,
before we lied.
to prayers and giving,
hearts on the sleeve.
to when we loved,
when we believed!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Day That I Die
One day I woke up woke up knowing today is the day I will die
Cashdogg was barking went to the park and enjoyed that one last time
Called my mother told her I loved her and begged her not to cry
Wrote her a letter that said Id miss her and signed that goodbye...
You know the happiest day of my life
I swear the happiest day of my life is the day that I die
(the day that I died)
Can you feel the cold tonight?
(the day that I died)
It sets in but its alright
(the day that I died)
Darkness falls Im letting go
(the day that I died)
All alone but I feel fine
We took a drive and we drove thru d.c.
To see the places we lived, long conversations
We talked of old friends and all the things that we did
Summer nights, drunken fights
Mistakes we made...did we live it right?
You know the happiest day of my life I swear the happiest day of my life
Is the day that I died
(the day that I died)
Can you feel the cold tonight?
(the day that I died)
It sets in but its alright
(the day that I died)
Darkness falls Im letting go
(the day that I died)
All alone but I feel just fine
You know the happiest day of my life
I know the happiest day of my life
I swear the happiest day of my life is the day that I died
(the day that I died)
Can you feel the cold tonight?
(the day that I died)
It sets in but its alright
(the day that I died)
Darkness falls Im letting go
(the day that I died)
All alone but I feel just fine
Did I live it right?
I hope I lived it right
I hope I lived it right, I know I lived it right
Did I live it right?
I hope I lived it right, I know I lived it right
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Eleanor Young
Eleanor young, eleanor child
Standing on a lonely hilltop in the appalachian wild
Eleanor sing, eleanor scream
Shout loud for your own green world
Doors dont open for the country girl
Oh, they lied to you
They sung to you songs you werent meant to hear
They showed you life your eyes were never meant to see
Yeah, you should have seen right through
But you believed
Eleanor grow, eleanor cold
Midnight in a dim-lit diner, in the driving detroit snow
Eleanor yearn, eleanor learn
One child with no last name
Your boyfriend runs who do you blame
Oh, he lied to you
He did to you things they taught you were sin
He took from you the best that was within you
He showed you things your eyes should never have seen
And the saddest thing of all, baby you believed
Yeah, yeah, the saddest thing of all, you believed
Yeah mama you believed
Eleanor age, eleanor cage
See california on new years day
Sun shines warm on the rose parade
Eleanor ache, eleanor break
Come out west with your last born child
I grew up scared, weird, and wild
Oh you lied to me
You hid from me knowledge I should have known
You kept from me the life that was my own
You shielded me from things I should have seen
For a very short while mama, I believed...
song performed by by Everclear
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A Girl Who Died
There once was
a girl
who died
She was
no one special
just your average girl
who loved
a boy
who broke
her heart
She lived
in the whirlwind
of his love
and
she grew
to be more
than just your average girl
Then
he left her
on a
whispering wind
alone
to face this world
I guess
he believed
she would
make it
he was wrong
Without him
she gave up
and now she is
no more
But before
there was a girl
who died
there was
a girl
who lived
poem by Lynzi Berner
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He Rode On a Bus
Since he rode on a bus,
They believed him to be without powerful allies.
Since he rode on a bus,
They believed him to be limited in influence.
Since he rode on a bus,
And lived amongst the poor and not the rich...
He was disrespected more.
But only a few knew,
His worth was more than this.
Even though his funds were limited.
And since he chose to ride on a bus,
He knew he could do what he wished.
His life was not lived to acquire material possessions.
His life was lived for him...
To enjoy every bit of it.
Being there with the people,
As his experience.
And if he rode on a bus...
That was a piece of 'his' happiness.
No explanations did he have to make,
Since for him this was a perfect fit.
Unlike the others,
Who expressed pretentions...
Every chance they would get.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My father died prematurely at the age of 52 when I was 24, and it is a recurring regret that he never lived to see me succeed beyond university and drama.
quote by Richard E. Grant
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All Of My Heroes Are Dead
Today my radio won't play
You - you died and left me here this way
I guess you lived you rlife
Like a loaded shotgun
You thought that your choice
Was no choice at all
I wanted to be just like you
All of my heroes are dead now
Left me here
In this wasted ghost town
All of my heroes
Yeah - your exit had such charm
And you - you ran a fortune
Through your arm
You lived your life like
A molotov cocktail
Always set to explode
Behind the veil
I wanted to be like you
(chorus)
song performed by by 58
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Withered And Died
This cruel old country has driven me down, teased me and lied.
I've only sad stories to tell to this town
My dreams have withered and died.
Once I was bending the tops of the trees,
Kind thoughts in my head, kind voices to hear.
Then I took up with a girl from the West.
They'd run and hide, they'd run and hide.
Count one to ten and she's gone like the rest.
My dreams have withered and died.
If I was a butterfly, lived for a day,
I could be free just blowing away.
Silver moon sailor and silver moonshine
On the water so wide, water so wide,
Slip from the bed of a good friend of mine
My dreams have withered and died.
Once I was bending the tops of the trees
Kind thoughts in my head, kind voices to hear.
This cruel country has driven me down, teased me and lied.
Teased me and lied.
I've only sad stories to tell to this town.
My dreams have withered and died. (x3)
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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All Of My Heros Are Dead
Today my radio wont play
You - you died and left me here this way
I guess you lived you rlife
Like a loaded shotgun
You thought that your choice
Was no choice at all
I wanted to be just like you
All of my heroes are dead now
Left me here
In this wasted ghost town
All of my heroes
Yeah - your exit had such charm
And you - you ran a fortune
Through your arm
You lived your life like
A molotov cocktail
Always set to explode
Behind the veil
I wanted to be like you
(chorus)
song performed by by 58
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They Lied...
they lied to you...
lied to you about Vietnam.
lied about JFK,
about Bobby Kennedy,
about Martin Luther King.
they lied about trade agreements,
about global warming,
about oil spills,
about mining disasters,
about nuclear power.
they lied about 9/11,
about Iraq, and weapons
of mass destruction.
they lied about Afghanistan,
they're lying about Iran.
they lied about Wall Street,
about the national debt.
they lied yesterday,
and they're lying today.
when are we going to quit
believing in the lie?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Veil of Death
Death for believers is but a veil, for through Christ we will prevail,
For we may die upon this earth, but live the promise of new birth.
After this life and much travail, we slip through a mysterious veil,
Into the presence of God’s Throne, through no efforts of our own.
For a brief moment we may sleep, but as we awake we will reap,
Reap from God an Eternal Life, and all due to the work of Christ.
When we sleep in Christ we wake; because He died for our sake.
Though Christ died now He lives, and Eternal Life to us He gives.
Death although it may come, has been swallowed up by The Son,
Through His victory on the cross, where Christ died for all the lost.
Now not only have we been found, but in Him new life will abound,
A life that starts upon this earth, when we experience a New Birth.
Life may begin here my friend, but a new life in Christ has no end,
As we enter what seems as death, we breathe in Heaven’s breath.
We’ll leave behind all that’s frail, as we briefly slip through the veil,
As we enter into God’s Paradise, to live forever with Jesus Christ.
We’ll leave the bodies that have died, and get new bodies glorified,
We will live an eternity with Him, in God’s Paradise that has no sin,
This could be the reason why; precious is the death, in God’s eyes,
Of all the saints He calls His own, as they enter their Eternal Home.
(Copyright ©05/2006)
Withered & Died
This cruel old country has driven me down, teased me and lied.
Ive only sad stories to tell to this town
My dreams have withered and died.
Once I was bending the tops of the trees,
Kind thoughts in my head, kind voices to hear.
Then I took up with a girl from the west.
Theyd run and hide, theyd run and hide.
Count one to ten and shes gone like the rest.
My dreams have withered and died.
If I was a butterfly, lived for a day,
I could be free just blowing away.
Silver moon sailor and silver moonshine
On the water so wide, water so wide,
Slip from the bed of a good friend of mine
My dreams have withered and died.
Once I was bending the tops of the trees
Kind thoughts in my head, kind voices to hear.
This cruel country has driven me down, teased me and lied.
Teased me and lied.
Ive only sad stories to tell to this town.
My dreams have withered and died. (x3)
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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A Need For Mercy
It was God’s Grace that I received, on that day when I believed.
Today it’s God’s Mercy that I need, and on this very day indeed.
I need God to intervene for me, so His hand of Grace I may see.
To see His hand in my life today, while working in a special way.
It was Grace that saved me first, when in sin, I was at my worst,
And for Mercy, did not receive, those eternal wages, due to me.
As it was totally of God’s Grace, when His Son died in my place,
When Christ forgave all my sin, and God The Father took me in.
Now He is at God’s Right Hand, where for us He takes a stand,
Where Christ intervenes for me, and all others who truly believe.
And so at times I seek His face, that I may receive God’s Grace,
That I may have Mercy from God, instead of His chastising Rod.
God’s Mercy is abundant friend, with Grace sufficient to the end.
When I face a day filled with strife, I need God’s Grace in my life.
But if Mercy to me does not come, I receive Grace from His Son,
And Christ’s Grace is sufficient to, guide me always fully through.
So today I’ll lean upon The Lord, whose Grace always will endure,
This through any trial in any pain, for my life He will surely sustain.
For it’s only by His Mercy I’ll be, in Heaven with Christ for Eternity.
And very soon by God’s Grace, above I will see my Savior’s face.
(Copyright ©01/2006)
Lost Dog
Oh why am i lost to this,
over and over this pondered, take back
impossible, postpone to another day...hide me...
ignore the dog, ignore its signs and one will surely be seduced,
hear her calling.......and forever so, begin to go blind;
' just reach for my hand, I will free you child'
and free I will be, be it but a pause, an intoxicating journey
free of this world, this! the non essentials of life;
when the veil parts: - what then? Done?
'just let yourself go child for i will guide thee'
through the pain coloured veil of it all: I see you! ! !
You hath guided me before! ! and I say, No!
no more, who ever you pretend to be
Tender Buttons [a Light in the Moon]
A LIGHT IN THE MOON
A light in the moon the only light is on Sunday. What was the sensible decision. The sensible decision was that notwithstanding many declarations and more music, not even notwithstanding the choice and a torch and a collection, notwithstanding the celebrating hat and a vacation and even more noise than cutting, notwithstanding Europe and Asia and being overbearing, not even notwithstanding an elephant and a strict occasion, not even withstanding more cultivation and some seasoning, not even with drowning and with the ocean being encircling, not even with more likeness and any cloud, not even with terrific sacrifice of pedestrianism and a special resolution, not even more likely to be pleasing. The care with which the rain is wrong and the green is wrong and the white is wrong, the care with which there is a chair and plenty of breathing. The care with which there is incredible justice and likeness, all this makes a magnificent asparagus, and also a fountain.
poem by Gertrude Stein
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Sign Your Life Away
Well I heard you sold them America
You said it was built to last
Price is right, the time is now
You said it was going fast
Well I've got my beliefs
And I don't agree with a single word you say
A convincing smile, a twist of truth
You seem to get your way
And they believed you
With every word you said
It always sounded so convincing
As you signed their life away
So tell me what you're thinking
When you lie in your bed
The suffering you've caused
Surely it must go around your head
Well they call you Mr Cover
A predator at heart
A man who's reputation
Was dangerous from the start
You lie and you steal, cheat and you rob
Sold anything you could
You never had a second thought for people that you hurt
And they believed you
With every word you said
It always sounded so convincing
As you signed their life away
So tell me what you're thinking
When you lie in your bed
The suffering you've caused
Surely it must go around your head
It's been so many years
Well you've hurt so many people
As you've singed their lives away
Do you ever spare a moment's thought about the price they have to pay?
And they believed you
With every word you said
It always sounded so convincing
As you signed their life away
So tell me what you're thinking
When you lie in your bed
The suffering you've caused
Surely it must go around your head...
song performed by by Genesis
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A Defered Dream
• is hope an infringement of life
where as an inspired metaphor
depleted a reason to grow
Is hope so defile in life
that a dream is deferred
upon the wish to succeed
is only a dream
Is hope so denied
that every time you try
you trying, trying again
to start all over again?
Is hope so bitter
that your dreams are over looked
because no one understood you?
Is hope a simile to believe
in all hope, life and maturity
to succeed
is hope the dream you believed
that dream and it became true
poem by Angela Khristin Brown
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Hope enlivens
Many months had to roll on
To ignite her feeling for me,
Many more, to fan her desire,
Some more, to let her know my intention
And still more for her inclination.
Then it became an open secret,
Both moving each coin
With known intention.
Trysts took place with mates present.
Notwithstanding her freeness,
Notwithstanding her passion
And notwithstanding occasions,
She refused to budge further.
The parting came sooner.
It turned a fruitless crop,
While continuing to flower.
I still water for a miraculous fruit.
06.09.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Beyond Belief
“You’ll never believe, what it is that I see”
Said the old man just before he died
He squeezed my hand tightly, as he whispered lightly
And he pulled me down to his side
“I wouldn’t have believed, ” he said with a sigh
As I put my ear close to his lips
His dim eyes brightened, as his hand slowly rose
he pointed into space with thin fingertips
“It’s not…not at all, what you’d think it to be, ”
He whispered, as his hand… slowly fell to the bed
“We were wrong, all of us wrong, It goes on you see! ”
Barely audible now, slowly lowered his head
I put my hand on his brow, my cheek against his… tenderly
I could sense the ebb of his final tide
“You’d never, …ever believe, what it is that I see, ”
His eyes closed…he smiled…then he died
poem by David Whalen
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