Two Parts to Me
How wonderful to view the sky
and think about the reasons why
it soothes my soul with certainty
but confounds my brain with curiosity.
My brain is in search of too many whys
and all that it wants to know.
But my soul is content with none of the whys.
It doesn't need to know.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Apple Of My Eye
Oh sweet love, thou were the apple of my eye
and now I'm left with why?
All the whys that no answers can bring
are all the ones that ring
inside my brain that cannot understand
why you're not here holding my hand.
Why some have so many years together
and ours were not enough.
Why some seem to stoically accept
and for me it is so tough.
I know what they say. Time wii heal
whatever comes our way.
But for me my love, it can't happen.
I need eternity and a day.
Oh sweet love, always the apple of my eye
they cannot tell me why.
For all the answersthat they give
all seem, ike a lie.
Until my eyes can no longer see
what was to me so sweet,
I cannot ever look at life again
for the whys continue to eat
at my apple.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Why
God why? why?
Why me God.
The bitter voice of turmoil
A show of dissatisfaction,
A complement of affection,
A loneliness sensation,
Why, why God?
are whys to a faithful God,
The Lord we all know,
in times of harvest and in snow,
with tears and with smile,
from him we get food to grow,
Yes, but why is it so?
Yeah, but why?
Is my prayer of bad intent?
Am I not any patient?
Have I failled a commitment?
We puzzle ourselves in the dark,
yet, we ignor calls from light.
Why? whys that never die,
for with shut eyes and ears we cry,
Like our faith is running dry,
Christs love is droping by.
For with love and faith,
In prayer and studying,
cometh understanding,
the perceive of God's will,
casting away whys and doupting
for in whys place comes sight,
with tears, The Spirit to guide.
poem by Marbet Daniel
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Touch My Tooter
Buddy, whys my brain so muddy
Why do I feel like putty when she walks into the room?
Touch my tooter, smoocher
Sonny, it aint all milk and honey
And I dont think its funny when she starts to groove
Baby, aint it pretty lazy, and aint it crazy
When you think its all smooth
Touch my tooter, smoocher
Buddy, whys my brain so muddy
Why do I feel like putty when she walks into the room?
Sonny, aint it funny?
And I dont think its funny when she starts to groove
Touch my tooter, smoocher
Take it down for me!
Bring it on!
Touch my tooter, smoocher!
Ahhhh!
Buddy, whys my brain so muddy
Why do I feel like putty when she walks into the room?
Sonny, it aint all milk and honey
And I dont think its funny when she starts to groove
song performed by by Ween
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Bad Brain
I used to be an A student
I never used to complain
I used to be a truant
But I'm still the same
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain
I used to go to parties
I used to drink champagne
Now I'm beginning to feel the strain
Bad bad brain
I used to be in show biz
I used to have fortune and fame
I used to have pleasure and pain
I used to have a name
Bad bad brain
Now I'm on the Bowery
I can't remember my name
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain...bad bad brain...
song performed by by Ramones from Road To Ruin
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Whys It So Hard
Whys it so hard to love one another
Whys it so hard to love
(repeat)
What do I have to do to be accepted
What do I have to say
What do I have to do to be respected
How do I have to play
What do I have to look like to feel Im equal
Where do I have to go
What club do I have to join to prove Im worthy
Who do I have to know
Chorus:
Im telling you brothers, sisters
Why cant we learn to challenge the system
Without living in pain
Brothers, sisters
Why cant we learn to accept that were different
Before its too late (first time only)
Whys it so damn hard (all other times)
What do I have to learn to know whats right for me
What do I have to know
What am I going to do when I feel righteous
Where do I have to go
Who should get to say what I believe in
Who should have the right
What am I going to do with all this anger
Why do I have to fight
(chorus)
Bring your love, sing your love
Wear your love, share your love
(repeat twice)
Bring your love, sing your love
Wear your love, show your sister how
Brothers, sisters, what do I have to say
Brothers, sisters, how do I have to play
Brothers, sisters, who should have the right
Brothers, sisters, why do I have to fight
Whys it so hard to love one another
Love your sister, love your brother
(repeat)
Whys it so hard to love one another
Whys it so hard to love
(chorus)
Sing your love
Share your love
(repeat 3 times)
Love your brother now
Show your sister how
Love your brother now
Show your sister
(repeat)
song performed by by Madonna
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We Grow And We Die
May we die as we have delivered,
Natures of the brain are compact;
Nested in the rights of Our Word
Is the brilliant brain and the well-spoken heart.
May we die like the spring and not winter;
Offered to the mind is the brain,
For they both grow with each other,
Finding strength to resolve a certainty
That we have delivered.
The death of someone is a brain,
The mind has much to consider.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Tribute to John Masefield 1878-1967
Creed.
I hold that when a person dies.
His soul will return to earth again
Arrayed in some new fleshly disguise.
Another mother gives him birth
with sturdier limbs and brighter brain.
The old soul takes to the road again.
Glosa
I hold that when a person dies
They will receive a second chance.
This universal rule applies
in each and every circumstance.
Although there’s room for argument
To hold this view I am content.
His soul will return to earth again
One life is insufficient
To judge the worth of simple men.
Who go astray by accident
and if their truly penitent.
This does not warrant punishment.
Another mother gives him birth
and raises him with tender care.
Another chance to prove his worth
What I believe is nothing new
but I am certain it is true.
With sturdier limbs and brighter brain.
He will resume his journeying.
Better equipped to start again
he is prepared for anything.
That he may meet upon his quest.
His only task to do his best.
The old soul takes the road again.
As all immortal souls must do.
It’s not important where or when.
What I believe may not be true.
I am content to wait and see
I will find out eventually
Thursday,28 October 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Lose Of Love
The life after ending love is like deserted home,
The love is my happy home that my soul lives in
But when the love is gone
Inside me the warm feeling of the love
Remains the memory of gone love every while and while
And fades away at once
But in vain all this pain
While the love is dead
Falling in love brings us to life
We begin to see things like never were there before
All the beauties come to life with love
The birds voices begins to appear
Ah, what a wonderful feeling
While all the past wounds disappears at once
Everywhere is colored blue with green
he soul wears the peace
The laughter comes from deeper inside our hearts
without any whys just because the soul is in love
Ah, nothing left there
Oh, the love is gone its cold winter time
Here inside, , ,
Inside my soul
The poor memories of lost love revives every while and while and ends at once with the dawn.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Without a Hint of Wisdom
Caught up in the 'what ifs' and 'whys'.
And not seeing eye to eye with a reality
That has longed called for their attention!
No one wants to mention that.
They would rather play cat and mouse games.
And play tag with an upcoming disaster!
This will be their glory!
And their claim to fame.
This they play...
Is the ignorant game,
Played their way!
Caught up in the 'what ifs' and 'whys',
Have been those who chose to lie all their lives.
Storytelling their way to prescribed drugs!
And many find them pleasant to be around.
It then becomes no secret kept as to 'why'.
This they play...
Is the ignorant game,
Played their way!
When they are seen caught up,
In the 'what ifs and 'whys' of life.
It becomes clearly understood without question,
They have been detached much longer...
Than they were thought to be deranged!
And 'this' those who know,
Have found attractive to show...
As a destination.
To astound the nonbelievers!
This they play...
Is the ignorant game,
Played their way!
Caught up in the 'what ifs' and 'whys'.
And not seeing eye to eye with a reality
That has longed called for their attention!
No one wants to mention that.
They would rather play cat and mouse games.
And play tag with an upcoming disaster!
This will be their glory!
And their claim to fame.
This they play...
Is the ignorant game,
Played their way!
For lives that stay tricked,
Without a hint of wisdom...
Exiting from their lips!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What If Girls Were More Like Guys?
Girls like nothing more
than making a guy run,
carrying a wish list
that may weight a ton.
Ignoring the work that should be done
to get away and have some fun.
Their actions make some questions rise,
some questions like the whats and whys,
and what if girls
were more like guys.
Not shopping for a thousand years,
not shopping in Macy's
not shopping in Sears.
Then, competition will be men's only fear.
This may be the life that men will like,
no more whats and no more whys,
when girls become
more like guys.
poem by Zoon Attique
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Eternal Questioning
Oh sweet world you've left me in doubt.
I've tried my best to figure things out.
The trials we face are much too much.
It seems as if we are all out of touch.
The touch of reality is too obscured.
Why is there nothing of which we're assured
except death?
Death is an agreed upon point in time
that comes to all when they finish their climb.
Some when they're young which seems unfair,
some when they're old, beyond repair.
Some who seem to have a death wish,
some whose dreams are never finished.
Questioning the reasons and the whys
can never justify why one dies.
Oh sweet world will I encounter the place
where I'll understand and quietly embrace
the unfolding visions inside my brain
why some must leave while others remain?
Most of us die while we're still alive
'cause our loved ones leave and we survive
and the part of us that goes with them
leaves us with our daily requiem.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Fussing & Fighting
Whys this fussing and a-fighting?
I wanna know, lord, I wanna know
Whys this bumping and a-boring?
I wanna know, lord, I wanna know now
We should really love each other (love each other)
In peace and harmony (peace and harmony), ooh
Instead, were fussing and fighting (fussing and fighting)
And them workin iniquity (... iniquity)
Whys this fussing and a-fighting?
I wanna know, lord, I wanna know (... know), I wanna know now
Whys this cheating and backbiting?
(I wanna know ...) I wanna know, oh, lord, I wanna know now
(stop your fussing and fighting, stop your fussing and fighting)
(stop your fussing and fighting, stop your fussing and fighting)
We should really love each other (love each other)
In peace and harmony (peace and harmony)
Instead, instead, were fussing and fighting (fussing and fighting)
Like we aint supposed to be (... supposed to be), tell me why
Whys this fussing and a-fighting?
I wanna know, lord, I wanna know, someone, please
Whys this (... bumping and ...) bumping and boring?
(I wanna ...) I wanna know (... I wanna know), lord, tell me now ...
song performed by by Bob Marley
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A Trinity
the brain, mind and me
it has to be a trinity
three entities sailing
the cosmos trying
to outdo each other
the brain is generous
letting the mind wander
in and out while me - i -
try to work out the best deal
in the crowdy sojourn
the brain tinkles with
god's act of
predestination
sealed in tightly, foolproof
you think you are in control
yet in the end you have to
concur you are way out of hand -
one mystic takes you
by the head, one other
slips in and out
the brain keeps itself known
sometimes in touch
sometimes out,
sometimes even trying
to let you know
the pool of secrets
it holds over you
all nervous you could only wish
you are out of this bewildering
soul draining situation
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A mystery
Eyes don’t see.
With them I see.
Ears don’t hear.
With them I hear.
Who is the doer of I?
If it is mind
Where does it stay?
If it stays in brain,
Does it control the brain?
If so, don’t you doze
When you drive or
When you watch night play
Against your will?
Who controls then brain?
It must be something,
Neither corporal nor emotional.
Can it be soul?
Can it be genes?
A mystery unsolved.
24.07.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If I could know
If I could know for what reason
the whys and wherefores happen
and could know the reasons
behind all things,
I would have told you
and maybe it would have made no difference
or even matter.
Still there are things
that nobody can measure,
like the intentions
and message and feeling of a kiss,
but for the two that are doing it.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I Never Ride Faster Than My Angel Can Fly
I live my days on the wild side,
My Love and life is my wild ride
I travel to and from many lands
I have traveled the hardball and the many sands
I am a true believer in my good Lord
But my bad side can get me literally floored.
I have an Angel that watches my back,
She has all the common sense that I do lack.
So,
I never ride faster than my angel can fly
There is no need telling you all the whys
She holds me and comforts me in my time of need,
And bandages my heart when it starts to bleed.
(repeat)
My angel watches over me, she curbs my behavior
My angel is often been my heavenly savior
My motorcycle flies down the road to redemption
And my Angel keeps me from the lords detention.
So,
I never ride faster than my angel can fly
There is no need telling you all the whys
She holds me and comforts me in my time of need,
And bandages my heart when it starts to bleed.
(repeat)
Motorcyle angel, angel in my heart
Always with me so my life don't fall apart
My heavenly body, my winged delight,
Always has my back in life's wild fight.
So,
I never ride faster than my angel can fly
There is no need telling you all the whys
She holds me and comforts me in my time of need,
And bandages my heart when it starts to bleed.
(repeat)
REB (FEB 2012) Because my angel doesn't fly so fast
poem by Rik Bertrand
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Only Love Can Say...
Count them like the random pennies safekept for a rainy day,
the obvious cruel reasons of the hows and whys;
loss pushes love away...
Take the cold frigid reasons to hand spread them out to lay,
ignoring the broken spirit that ever sighs;
with reasons only lost love can say...
While seconds force selective minutes to burn hours into play,
just as clouds make love to the unassuming skies;
loss pushes love away...
Where decisions forget to decide to remember what to say,
as the chance of choice whispers their goodbyes;
with reasons only lost love can say...
Reasons are adamantly ignored in this penny for a thought display,
but truth still screams from dead eyes;
loss pushes love away...
with reasons only lost love can say...
poem by LoraMae Hawkins
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I believe that the brain has evolved over millions of years to be responsive to different kinds of content in the world. Language content, musical content, spatial content, numerical content, etc.
quote by Howard Gardner
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Unwritten Soul
You are my anchor in the harbor
When storms are raging in my sea
You can calm the tempest
That sometimes so torment me
You are the oil upon the crests
That are out to pound on me
Your light shines down for my eyes
In a world full of dark and cloudy skies
You bring answers to questions
That provide reasons for the whys
poem by Midnights Voice
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For literature sake.
When the body ages, does the soul do?
When the body gets wounds, does the soul suffer?
Are body and soul like sac and air?
Not so obviously.
Are body and soul like flesh and heat?
Might be.
Does not soul die when body dies, then?
Heart is not the seat of emotion, but brain.
Soul is not distinct to be treated so.
Yet soul is distinct for literature sake.
18.02.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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