Crossing The Bridge!
we cross this bridge,
never looking back.
we left all our baggage
on the other side...
with nothing more
than what we believe...
what we feel, and what we are!
no longer victims,
we choose to take hold,
our eyes set on the higher goal.
without guise or agendas,
we stand unashamed...
believing in tomorrow,
dedicated and consecrated
by the actions of today!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Choose To Heal
I've decided not to be reminded of my griefs.
I've learned that carrying a baggage of sorrows,
Only weighs on my back...
Unhappiness to be left to be repeatedly monitored.
Tears cried as others measured my pain,
On a scale from one to ten...
Are days I've chosen not to live.
Again!
And again.
AND...again without end.
Why should I celebrate my agony,
On a regular basis?
What does doing this for me achieve?
A hatred and bitterness I pray from me will leave?
Or a constant search to seek validation,
How miserable my life lived can be?
NO!
For others that may be so,
To acknowledge without a letting go.
But for me...
My happiness comes with the knowing,
I can forgive.
Not forgot!
My mind wont let me do it.
But make attempts to forgive I can do.
I've decided not to be reminded of my griefs.
I've learned that carrying a baggage of sorrows,
Only weighs on my back...
Unhappiness to be left to be repeatedly monitored.
I choose not to keep my healing wounds,
Left to pick to bleed repeatedly in anger.
I choose with faith,
That God will handle my business.
I choose with faith,
God has my back.
And will correct all that has gone wrong,
To make right for my life.
I choose with faith,
That God will handle my business.
I choose to heal,
Not to relive moments of my agonies.
I already know what it takes to moan.
I already know that process.
I've renewed my commitment to living.
And give my deepest respect,
To those who had experienced...
Untimely deaths.
I've decided not to be reminded of my griefs.
I've learned that carrying a baggage of sorrows,
Only weighs on my back...
Unhappiness to be left to be repeatedly monitored.
I choose not to keep my healing wounds,
Left to pick to bleed repeatedly in anger.
I choose to heal.
Not to be left,
For the rest of my life dropping tears wept.
To spend in the process of mourning.
Riding high on the shoulders of grief.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Bridge
Down there in the ashes
Theres gold and silver too
Dear sister, I try to share with you
Smug, you said
Take your spoils away
And you broke the bridge on your side
You wither my trouble
And all I dream to do
With half-smiles
Until I scream at you
Mad, you said
Thats how you repay
But you broke the bridge on your side
And where am i
As I swallow your tears
And the prince with the slipper appears
Do you hack at your heel
Do I try not to feel
I fail with my anger
And with my sympathy
I tremble - so little left for me
Harsh, you said
Now you walk away
But I left the gold for you to find
When you broke the bridge on your side
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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The Bridge (feat. Vocal: Jane Siberry & Congos And Bongos: Sue Hadjopoulos)
[Vocal - Jane Siberry
Congas and Bongos - Su Hadjopoulos]
Down there in the ashes
There's gold and silver too
Dear sister, I try to share with you
"Smug," you said
"Take your spoils away"
And you broke the bridge on your side
You wither my trouble
And all I dream to do
With half-smiles
Until I scream at you
"Mad," you said
"That's how you repay"
But you broke the bridge on your side
And where am I
As I swallow your tears
And the prince with the slipper appears
Do you hack at your heel
Do I try not to feel
I fail with my anger
And with my sympathy
I tremble - so little left for me
"Harsh," you said
"Now you walk away"
But I left the gold for you to find
When you broke the bridge on your side
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Trust, Is A Bridge...
Trust, Was A Bridge, Between Us
Now, Blown To Bits and Dust!
Scattered Upon Waters of Fear
Too Far Down, To Bring Near
Trust, Was The Bridge, Between Us
Tottering and Unsafe, Due To Rust
Its Base, Was Sinking and Cracked
Cables Snapped, No Getting Back!
Trust, Was A Bridge, Between Us
Used To Stand-Up To Raging Gusts!
We Could Cross Over To Either Side
Hold Onto The Girders … And Stride
Trust, Was The Bridge, Between Us
Repairing It Now … Is A Bust!
So, Can This RelationShip, Sail To Both Shoals
Build A New Bridge, With A Higher Toll?
… Trust … Is A Bridge, Between Us
Guard It Well … This Time, Is A Must …
poem by MoonBee Canady
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The Cup Of Communion
that which we long for most...
the cup of communion!
naked souls sharing thoughts
on the bridge to eternity.
with all baggage left behind,
nothing left but feet and desire.
underneath the banner of doubt,
we find long awaited faith.
compadres walking side by side,
if just for a forever moment.
evolving and dissolving
into the grain of another.
lost children sharing lostness,
find home in a holy instant.
and leaving particles
of dust and self,
are strengthened for the journey.
candle wax, and human blood!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Victims
Who are those that stand by the pillars
Of stop signs or in front of liquor stores?
Are they the forgotten heroes who were once
Served and sent to wars for this country?
Or, are they the victims of social users incense
Of illegal drugs, alcohol, or sex for money?
Who are they?
Are they the victims of our country's economy,
Who lost their jobs outsourced by their company?
Or, are they the victims of love losing their sanity
By rape, battery, or purely the victims of poverty?
Who are they?
That I can no longer pull change from my coin tray;
That I can no longer look at them with eye to eye;
That I can no longer put faith or minute of honesty;
For I was also their victim of their luscious trickery.
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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Bridge To Tomorrow
I stand on the bridge to tomorrow
where on the other side
there is always hope
for caring and understanding
leading into new friendships
and new lives.
Where we can only cross
when this day passes from our lives.
The bridge to tomorrow
where on the other side
our dreams will come true.
Where our lives as we know it
will change we hope for the better
and see new things
blossoming in our lives.
The bridge to tomorrow
where on the other side
destiny awaits to change our lives.
6 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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On Passing A Hanging Bridge
on passing a hanging bridge
the sway can be felt
you will be there alone
not in two's
not even to be with the person
you love or your trusted friend
not that there is no valid reason for that
the hanging bridge may feel your weight
and give in and you may fall with it
and die in an instant
there are rules to be borne in mind
you are not suppose to look on either side, left or right
or look downward otherwise you will feel
being sucked by the raging river below you
and then you become nauseous
and then eventually you fall
and then die crashing
on the rocks
i have reflected on it that day after i passed the hanging bridge.
it is like life itself. I must pass alone. I must always look forward.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Bridge To Love
Across the bridge there was a girl
I used to watch each day.
She sat alone and never looked,
never glanced my way.
Her beauty was a rare delight
I did not want to miss.
And so I sat and imagined
that we two could kiss.
But lacking courage to approach
I held back and I viewed
that at the same hour every day
something would change her mood.
A woman came to help her stand
and led her from the bridge.
She seemed unhappy as she left
surrounded by green foliage.
One night I gathered all my thoughts
and knew that I would cross
the bridge to where she sat all day
so I'd not feel the loss,
The loss of so much beauty now
that bravery was with me.
And as I crossed she heard my sound.
She looked but could not see.
I placed my hand upon her cheek,
so soft it was to touch.
I hummed a tune which made her smile
and though it was not much
it warmed our hearts, both hers and mine
and so it was we'd meet
everyday upon the bridge
in manner so discreet.
As I look back upon those days
I remember our first kiss.
She touched my face with both her hands
and then there was sweet bliss.
We married and we found a love
that lasted many years.
I lost her not too long ago
and think back on her tears.
For she was always beautiful,
a beauty with such grace
that all she ever wanted was
to see my loving face.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Giving Up
I feel like i'm broken
I feel like i'm rotting at my core
I feel like my soul has fled from my body
I feel like i'm useless
I feel like a codependent whore
I feel like I have nothing left to give
I feel like you dont want me anymore
I feel like I have been thrown away
I feel like an abandoned child thrown out on the streets
Why do they have to lie to me
Why do they try to control me
Why do they try to tell me who I am
They don't know me
They don't own me
This shit has got to stop
I feel like I have done something terribly wrong
I feel like no one should have to deal with me
I feel like you shouldn't care for me anymore
I feel I have done more damage then a wreaking ball
I am a danger to myself
I am codependent
I am selfish
I am dishonest
I am no longer to be trusted
I am not me anymore
I have no more to offer
I have nothing left to give
I have no joyful soul that you use to know
I can no longer smile
I can no longer laugh
I can no longer entertain you
I can no longer be of any help
I have given up on life
I have given up on people
I have given up on relationships
I have given up on you
There is no longer a reason for me to love or be loved
For I feel you have given up on me
Therefore there isn't a reason for living
Usless youre dying for me
(11-30-04)
poem by Brandi Young
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For His Warped Dreams Of Fame
Someone should have told him he should not murder others and then kill himself for fame
Since all he left of himself is his legacy of shame
A gun in the wrong hands can cause sorrow and tears
And the kin of his victims left to grieve for years.
For decades of years they will grieve for their loss
The burden of sorrow is a heavy cross
That the families of his victims are obliged to bear
Of the consequences of his actions he was not aware.
The kin of the dead gunman deserve sympathy
'Twas hardly their fault he lacked in empathy
He was old enough for to know right from wrong
He will not be remembered in story and song.
Mass murder by gun is no longer rare
Many unstable people with firearms in the big World out there
For his warped dreams of fame the innocents had to pay
They were in the wrong place at the wrong time that does seem sad to say.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Not The River In Between
The Mighty Mississippi runs between you and me,
There is some unwritten law, the other side I never see,
Like a damsel locked away in a lonely tower,
On my side the river, I counted the hours,
At least that's how it has been for years,
Raised the river crying all those tears,
Like the river love has two sides,
There were things you wanted to hide,
Just left to wonder, I could barely ask,
You letting me know became such a task,
Any plans I braved inquiring of you,
Sent you running off with a job to do,
Parishes of Assumption and Ascension,
Keeping us apart, not the river's intention,
It has always been you who kept us apart,
Always you breaking my heart,
You once spoke of white Tahoes and a place on the river,
As of most things you spoke, you did not deliver,
Now the flame that burned for you is no longer lit,
So don't cross that Sunshine Bridge when you come to it,
poem by Vallerie Lobell
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River So Wide
If we can cross at the place that divides us.
Cross the river, the river so wide,
If we can smother the pain thats inside us,
Deny the demons that wait bu our side,
We can find, find the light
Our nights are filled with the light of the same moon,
We share the comfort of the same stars.
Our days are bright with the light of the same sun,
That dont matter, cant you see what we are,
What we are, what we become?
Keep our sights on the way ahead,
Dont look back, it wont help us now.
The storm we left so far behind
Seems a dark memory that starts to fade,
But till we see the light we will not be safe.
We all sink or swin in the same ocean,
Break our skin and we will bleed
Our minutes pass with the same motion,
We face the same danger, we share the same needs,
Were all the same, you and me.
Keep our sights on the way ahead,
Dont look back, that wont help us now.
Upstream, the river gets too wide
So we must build that bridge right here,
cos if we wait we will not reach the other side.
See under that clear blue sky
The winds of change are blowing hard and long,
And theyll not stop to rest cos the change is gonna come
Our nights are filled with the light of the same moon,
We share the comfort of the same stars.
Our days are bright with the light of the same sun,
That dont matter, cant you see what we are,
What we are, what we become?
Keep our sights on the way ahead,
Dont look back, it wont help us now.
cos upstream the river gets too wide
And if we dont build that bridge right here, right now,
You know well never ever reach the other side.
song performed by by Phil Collins
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The Bridge To Nowhere
We've been crossing a bridge
for way too long.
And every step we're taking
is just plain wrong.
There's nothing on the other side
that's not right here,
just a fool's perception
of what's unclear.
A fool searches for a pot of gold
always where there is none.
And a bridge to nowhere
is the ultimate run
into a place that doesn't exist,
a place that's never, ever been kissed
by the sun, the moon
or the stars in the sky.
So why, why, why cross that bridge?
You'll only find yourself
hung out to dry.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Don't Burn The Bridge
I am a man who travelled everywhere
Holding mirages made of hair
Mansions of silver, women of gold
Well, all I had was the tale I told
I've been a wanderer, I can let go
But you would do better to stay
Don't burn the bridge
That brought you over
Or you'll be travelling all your days
I had no family, I had no real friends
I had a lover who more then just pretends
She played a mind game
I played it too
When you're in love, those're the things you do
I've been a loser, I've won the game
I've had power, fortune, and fame
Don't burn the bridge that brought you over
For you're a poor man just the same
Poor man
Poor man
Yes, I'll admit I've burned my bridges one and all
That I have turned my back on some who tried to see me fall
And then you came and built a bridge where once there was a wall in my life
I can cross over, live on the other side
I was a rover, until I met my bride
She has the magic, I have the dreams
With her, my life is really all it seems
There's no illusion, this is for real
And I'm so satisfied, deep within
You are the bridge that brought me over
And you are everywhere I've ever been
Your man
I'm your man
Yes, I'll admit I've burned my bridges one and all
That I have turned my back on some who tried to see me fall
And then you came to build a bridge where once there was a wall
Came and built a bridge where there was a wall
Came and built a bridge where there was a wall
In my life
In my life
song performed by by Don McLean
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Bridge at Montezuma Slough
We drive to see
where the twisted road will lead.
Salty river, winding slough,
dark water
rising to frothy cap
slapping concrete pier,
moon driven waves race
back to beckoning bay.
Finally we must decide...
Cross the low bridge
or turn back.
But the flood is too close to the deck!
We feel tidal vibrations,
basso profundo,
rattle sub-sonic
in our ears
as together
we face our fear,
and slowly cross,
eyes always ahead
til again we feel sure earth
solid beneath our tread.
poem by Steven Federle
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I May Have Burned a Bridge
It was believed when I left them,
I had burned a bridge.
But from my point of view...
After receiving their undo discouragement,
For years.
A severing of ties,
Led my steps to fresher air.
And a place they were hesitant to share.
I may have burned a bridge!
However,
It is clear to me I am where I want to be!
And not one wish do I have of moving backward,
To join anyone still living in fear and doubt!
If I knew this would be my experience...
I would have burned that bridge a long time ago!
With the same confidence that motivates me now!
I did not need to cross that bridge with anyone in the first place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Are the Victims of This Misguidance?
They were not aware they were being treated special?
Like one who waves,
From the backseat of a limousine.
Did it occur to them...
As they passed those homeless,
Hungry and poor.
Their very presence had been considered obscene?
And why was it necessary...
To careen through lost and vacant dreams?
Who are the victims of this misguidance?
Who are the victims of this scene?
They were not aware they were being treated special?
Even when hints were dropped...
They should continue and not stop.
They should not ask any questions,
But proceed to throw bread...
Out of the window instead.
And consider those who ran after crumbs...
As birds without wings.
Since they do not like to be called bums.
Who are the victims of this misguidance?
Who are the victims of this scene?
And they were not aware they were being treated special?
Those who rode inside by a driver.
Nor did they who chased collecting another's waste.
Believing their needs were being met.
By someone who accepted them...
And left them to forget.
As those electing to choose values of poor taste.
Something neither chose...
As they ran or rode,
To remember or regret!
Who are the victims of this misguidance?
Who are the victims of this scene?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To My Daughter
Probably only one memory
Fragile bridge passed the river rapids
The bridge was really glad
when your feet step on
Stand up on top of tweak
Then the longer it confidently
And finally you can run on it
Maybe you're be able to laugh now
But when you were sad
Don't you forget the bridge
Hold -the bridge it was- necessarily
because the bridge, it was me
(2012)
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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Back Against The Wall
Can you see now where I stand, my friend?
Will you offer me your helping hand?
And will you cross the void and speak the words?
Rush, I'm beggin' you, it hurts
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts
I'm standing back against the wall
Dare I to move I got to fall
My heart is blinded by the light
I close my eyes forever
May not turn left, may not turn right
I sense a gap to every side
I'm standing back against the wall
Back against the wall
I can hear it coming closer now
Blaring silence of the dark below
Under my feet I feel it slide like sand
A frequent crushing down
Again, again, again and again
I'm standing back against the wall
Dare I to move I got to fall
My heart is blinded by the light
I close my eyes forever
May not turn left, may not turn right
I sense a gap to every side
I'm standing back against the wall
Back against the wall
Will you cross the void of pride?
Then speak the words
Rush, I'm beggin' you, it hurts
It hurts, it hurts, yes it hurts
I'm standing back against the wall
Dare I to move I got to fall
My heart is blinded by the light
I close my eyes forever
May not turn left, may not turn right
I sense a gap to every side
I'm standing back against the wall
Back against the wall
song performed by by Helloween
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