Busy With Dying
we spend all of our lives,
busy with dying...
making final preperations,
for a trip across the room!
the prisoner makes preperations,
anxious for days...
anticipating his release.
almost afraid of freedom,
afraid of the unknown...
yet when the cell door opens,
the weight is lifted!
so busy with dying,
that we forget about living...
and so miss eternity,
in each moment!
the cell door is open!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fear Of Dying
I'm not afraid of standing still
I'm just afraid of being bored
I'm not afraid of speaking my mind
I'm just afraid of being ignored
I'm not afraid of feeling
and I'm not afraid of trying
I'm just afraid of losing
And I am afraid of dying
Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too
Without you yes I do
Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too
Without you yes I...
I'm not afraid of being sick
I'm more afraid of being well
I'm not afraid
Put the gun in my hand
I'm just afraid it will hurt like (hurt like) hell
I'm not afraid of screaming
and I'm not afraid of crying
I'm just afraid of forgetting
And I am afraid of dying
Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too
Without you yes I do
Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too
Without you yes I...
Fear of
Fear of
Fear of
Fear of
I'm not afraid of looking ugly
I couldn't care what they say
I'm not afraid of happy endings
I'm just afraid my life won't work that way
I'm not afraid of forgiveness
I absolve you everything
I'm not afraid of lying...
But I am afraid of dying
Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too
Without you yes I do
Without you all I do is sit and think about you
Without you yes I...
song performed by by Jack Off Jill from Clear Hearts Grey Flowers
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I used to be afraid
Often I have prayed
Because I used to be afraid
I used to be afraid
Of falling sick
Or perceived as weak
Or a fruitless freak
I used to be afraid
Of anyone constantly been nice
And still keep running away from mice
I used to be afraid
Of failing to put up a performance
When given a chance at romance
I used to be afraid
Of saying the wrong thing
Because of the consequence it may bring
Or of experiencing pain
Either the physical or mental strain
I used to be afraid
Of dying of a massive heart attack
Or of the color black and the relentless dark
I used to be afraid
Of getting slowly very ugly and old
Or been left homeless out in the cold
Or of failing to live up to expectation
Or of random human condemnation
I used to be afraid
Of dying hence always avoided flying
Or of being alone at home at night
Or of standing up for my right
I used to be afraid
Of becoming poor
And begging from door to door
I used to be afraid
Of what they call change
Or of events I interpreted as strange
Or of breaking my heart
Once love blatantly decided to part
I used to be afraid
Of the unknown like life after death
Or the actual reality of hells threat
I used to be afraid
Of nothing and then nothing became something
From now I am going to be strong
Whether I am right or wrong
I am telling you like I have never done before
I ain't scared no more
Like I was way back before
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Lost Soul
Soul without light
he screams in anger,
curses his mother
for carving his dying flesh
from her course blood.
His darkness is complete.
He will not see
the sun
though it streams golden
through his open
door.
A prisoner,
he can only gaze
on blighted shade; he cannot stray
beyond the constrained
cell of his narrow
self.
poem by Steven Federle
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Busy
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the old woman needs help
to find her way home.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the dove is too slow
to fly out of the way.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the children crossing the street
are too many.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy....
I am busy
you are busy
we are...
busy.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Feeling Blue
feeling blue, one morning,
i feel so blue
i decided to sleep
the blueness all
day through
i won't tell you
that i am feeling blue
it is no use
you're feeling blue too
i know
i can see you
all over blue
i lock the door
and put the notice
Do not disturb
Just busy
i open my PC
and start with my journey to
wonder
something like a philosophical trip
to the portals of
Plato who i think,
is feeling blue too
and he put some marks
on the door
of his door: know thyself
i think, it is pretty much the same
with: Do not disturb
Someone is busy
Getting to know himself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'm Afraid
I had suffered to have you
I has risk my life to find you
I am not afraid of death
I am not afraid to fight
I'm afraid of losing you '
I'm afraid of saying goodbye
I'm afraid of dying alone
Baby i'm afraid
poem by Guenael Oristel
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XCVI: Fear
I don’t afraid of being old, I’m only afraid of being weak
I don’t afraid of being ugly, I’m only afraid of being useless
I don’t afraid of being nameless, I’m only afraid of being not loved
I don’t afraid of being lost, I’m only afraid of being blind
I don’t afraid of being dumb, I’m only afraid of being hopeless
I don’t afraid of being poor, I’m only afraid of being ungrateful
I don’t afraid of being loser, I’m only afraid of being coward
I don’t afraid of being bound, I’m only afraid of being fake
I don’t afraid of being wrong, I’m only afraid of being oblivious
I don’t afraid of being suffered, I’m only afraid of being surrender
I don’t afraid of being alone, I’m only afraid of being bored
I don't afraid of being loss, I'm only afraid of being lied
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Rubber Handcuffs and the Life-Prison called Freedom
Among the Felons
A pen-pusher for his bitter literature
Punished in a plastic cell.
A kind sentry probably a Homosexual
Purposely left the brass key in door front.
And the writer opens the cage door
Sees the bluish river up after a long time,
Stretches his feeble tattered wings
And tries to fly in the Melodramatic sky
It's Impossible!
Then only he realizes the next door cell inmate
A Pawnbroker notorious criminal
Who's plucked his all golden feathers!
* A humble dedication to my poet friend robyn selters!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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So Very Busy
So very busy with so much to do, oh dear friend, if you only knew,
Knew how much God did care, and that in Jesus He’s always there.
Christ is with me throughout the day, helping me to discern the way,
The day can be very hectic friend, if time with God I do not spend.
The Lord helps me to prioritize, things of importance in His eyes.
When days get busy as can be, we can easily forget about eternity.
And our days are a means to an end, of an eternity we all will spend.
And friend our focus must coincide, with the Spirit who lives inside.
As we live out this earthly life, we must point men to Jesus Christ,
For life without Christ my friend, is a dark eternity that you’ll spend.
It’s the biggest priority in life; do you know The Lord Jesus Christ?
And if you know Jesus Christ, is His will a part of your daily life?
Satan wants to so fill our days, so Christ gets absolutely no praise.
He wants to overwhelm every hour, so that you’re devoid of power.
He doesn’t want found in your life, the presence or peace of Christ.
Satan wants to make you testimony, void and appear to be phony.
But Christ came to give unto me, a New Life and that abundantly.
An abundance of Peace by Christ, to be found displayed in my life.
And an abundance of His Power, to help me in every working hour.
Then at a busy day’s end, I can thank The Lord for being my friend.
(Copyright ©02/2005)
Love Itself
The light came through the window,
Straight from the sun above,
And so inside my little room
There plunged the rays of love.
In streams of light I clearly saw
The dust you seldom see,
Out of which the nameless makes
A name for one like me.
Ill try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door c
Then love itself
Love itself was gone.
All busy in the sunlight
The flecks did float and dance,
And I was tumbled up with them
In formless circumstance.
Ill try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door c
Then love itself
Love itself was gone.
Then I came back from where Id been.
My room, it looked the same c
But there was nothing left between
The nameless and the name.
All busy in the sunlight
The flecks did float and dance,
And I was tumbled up with them
In formless circumstance.
Ill try to say a little more:
Love went on and on
Until it reached an open door c
Then love itself,
Love itself was gone.
Love itself was gone.
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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A man who is afraid of death will be afraid of life also, because life brings death. If you are afraid of the enemy and you close your door, the friend will also be prohibited.
Osho in The art of Dying
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Afraid Not Scared
Look at this ocean with everyone drowning
Idiots screaming and everyone sinking in slowly
We're surrounded
In the yellow lights of the city wasted as bodies
In bed with somebody a touch away with nothing to do
We're surrounded
I'm really dying here
I'm really dying here
And I'm afraid, no I'm scared
She started freezing, lungs all collapsing
The momentum is passing, but the moment is eating us whole
We're surrounded
Put the guns in the water, they're turning to vodka
Triggering nothing we're sinking the sea takes the ship
And I'm really dying in here
I'm really dying in here
I'm afraid. I'm afraid. No, I'm scared. No I'm scared.
I'm just scared. Just let me down.
I'm getting really cold and I'm cold and I'm looking at you
You're not moving
I'm getting really cold and I'm cold and I'm looking at you
You're not moving
I'm getting really cold and I'm cold and I'm looking at you
And you're not moving
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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Cell Phone Mania
Cell phones to the right,
Cell phones to the left,
Cell phones, cell phones,
everywhere I look.
Red alert, stop! Listen,
shut up and drive,
shut up and read,
Cell phones, why so many.
Everyone talking,
cell phones in cars,
cell phones in bars,
eating places, cell phones.
There you can't escape
from them, you say
to yourself, the restroom,
no one would dare
use cell phone in there,
oh no, I hear someone,
talking to me, I answer them,
oh, sorry sir, did not know you
were on cell phone.
Oh, so many,
shut up, and walk.
Do away with cell phones,
and it would be like,
the crash of '29'.
People need cell phones,
sometimes their nice,
to have, but so many,
cell phones, might
as well join them
if you can't lick 'em,
join them.
Cell phone, cell phone
now how do I use this
thing, oh cell phone, cell phone,
Hello, Hello, oh that's
you mert.
wrote 1-19-07
It simply comes down to this, Get Busy Living, or Get Busy Dying.
quote by Tim Robbins
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Get busy living, or get busy dying.
quote by Stephen King
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A stem cell is essentially a blank cell capable of becoming another, more differentiated cell-type in the body, such as a skin cell, a muscle cell or a nerve cell.
quote by Virginia Foxx
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Unknown To You
sorrow lost is pain unknown,
pain unknown is greatness unshown.
the end of sorrow marks the end of a life.
living in hate is a sad existence,
giving no chance to face the end.
the end is near when I choose to be away.
afraid, no other options, the door opens,
and I will walk through it.
poem by Brittney Karasek
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Days Of Our Lives
How many times have you walked through my door
How many times have you heard my song before
How many lines until the end of time
These are the days of our lives
How many times did you hear mother say
You would do fine if you didn't sleep all day
Oh mother dear, I'll get a job next year
These are the days of our lives
How many times did you walk down the street
Avoiding cracks that were thrown at your feet
These rainy days were sent to make us pay
But these are the days of our lives
How many roads must a woman walk down
How many walls will surround the town
All that I am could get us out of here
These are the days of our lives
Did you believe in the stories at night
Weren't you afraid when they turned out the light
Oh, such a gas, I'm sorry it won't last
These are the days of our lives
These are the days that some of us regret
These are the days we learn to forget
These are the days that turn us out this way
These are the days of our lives
Of our lives
song performed by by Travis
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Thoughts And Keys
we spend all of our lives
trying to get in touch with
the truth that's within us...
so why are we always calling
long distance?
are we more afraid of death,
or afraid of living?
is there really any difference?
do any of us really listen?
do we hear?
do we see?
if so, why are we so afraid?
the real battle is always within...
what happens without is the result!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Step By Step
Across the sea,
I am sailing
With the soul
Afraid of dying,
Wanna keep for living
to see you.
Across the sky,
I am flying
With the pride
Afraid of losing,
Wanna keep for winning
to be near you.
In the brain,
I am running
With the thoughts
Afraid of stopping,
Wanna keep for creating
To be worth you.
In the will,
I am wishing
With the heart
Afraid of breaking,
Wanna keep for dreaming
To be with you.
To come true!
poem by Aung Si Myanmar
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