One Breath, One Hunger!
if you've not heard
anything else that i've said...
look in the mirror,
and see yourself.
look at all others,
and see yourself.
look for God,
and see yourself.
look at yourself,
and see all of life.
look at yourself,
and see all those suffering.
look at yourself,
and see all others.
look at yourself,
and see God!
every thing you feel,
is being felt.
every thing you need,
needed by all.
every tear you cry,
on every face.
every prayer you pray,
a part of all prayer.
look to the earth,
and see yourself.
look into yourself,
and see the earth!
listen to the heartbeat,
of which you are part...
part of the whole,
of all that is life.
we are constantly being born,
and constantly dying...
death and birth, the same journey...
no beginning, no end...
the dream, the reality,
dead branches feed the fire...
darkness, and dawn,
one breath, one hunger!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Man In The Ocean
This is a song for the man who went down
This is a song for the man in the ocean
This is a heartbeat
This is a part of me
Everyone's reading in, in the papers
Feeling the fear and forgetting it later
This is a heartbeat
This is a part of me
This is the first step learning to fall
These are the wings, this is the call
This is the first kiss, bringing it home
This is the breath and the sex and the bones
And my hands, are full of life
And the rhythm in you, is the rhythm in me
And my hands, are full of life
Oooh, you make me feel
And this is the curse to the wave, that threw you
This is the shame of the years I slept
This is the glory, these are the tears
This is the longing in your belly
This is the siren in your veins
This is the light in the eyes of angels
This is the dark in the heart of danger
And my hands, are full of life
And the rhythm in you, is the rhythm in me
And my hands, are full of life
Oooh, you make me feel
We live forever our minds
A bit still we know there's never time
Enough to share the ones we loved
Enough to have to care to live above
I feel the chain that brings to time
I feel the way you left behind
I feel, this is a part of me
And my hands, are full of life
And the rhythm in you, is the rhythm in me
And my hands, are full of life
Oooh, you make me feel
And I know how loud a heart can beat
And the rhythm in you, is the rhythm in me
And I know, I know
Cause I've heard them scream
This is a heartbeat, this is a part of me
This is a heartbeat, this is a part of me
This is a heartbeat, this is a part of me
This is a heartbeat, this is a part of me
song performed by by Heather Nova
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All Day Long Doses
Pray!
Pray to pray for prayer.
Pray to stay there in prayer.
There is no time to find prayer.
You must pray to make prayer,
The only time you have.
The only key you need...
To unlock all that keeps you fed,
And nourished!
Pray to pray for prayer.
When you're there,
Stay!
Like every wish you keep that comes.
Prayer should be the only thing decided,
That's done every moment you breathe a breath
Of life.
Pray!
Pray to pray for prayer.
Stay there in it!
Take it with you
Like you take and do your faith...
In all day long doses!
Without fear you have taken too long of a break!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Part Of Life, That is
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Stuck with sticking emotions felt in my gut...
Unable to abandon them.
Or give them up...
Had been a place I'd been,
Back then.
With no one but myself...
And faith,
To help me slowly break away...
Of a hold I had on them to mend.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
I have learned to feel grief deeply,
Where it is felt.
Let it visit.
And then from it to leave!
Not to forget the process...
But to breathe!
Remembering...
With an agony upon my letting go,
Knowing what I felt was painful...
It was also,
Part of life!
A part of life,
That is!
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
Few get to sit in the midst of it.
Part of life that is.
With the giving of opinion and the giving of lip.
Part of life that is.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Electronic Prayer
From beyond a message has come
Slowly the last forever has begun
Turn around its revolution
Divine signs must move with the times
Even so they try to mystify
Communications fading with the past
Were sending a cypher a code to be cracked
By a curious someone we need to attract
Pray for me
(pray for me)
The message endlessly
(the message endlessly)
Repeating constantly
(repeating constantly)
Can anyone hear ?
Pray for me
(pray for me)
Be a part of me
As I disappear
(as I disappear)
This is my plea
Change my life till nothing remains
Let the blood run through my veins again
An immaculate injection, a shot of something new
All out faith we have to replace
We are out of time and out of space
A new beginning in a different world
Sister love extinguish all desire
Never born and never died
Take my words from my heart
Help me make a new start today
(reset my life)
Brother beloved this is my devotion
Everlasting absolute
Give me the strength to see
Believe that youll receive someway
Believe and let us pray
Pray for me
The message endlessly
Repeating constantly
Can anyone hear ?
Pray for me
(pray for me)
Be a part of me
As I disappear
This is my plea
Sister love extinguish all desire
Never born and never died
Take my words from my heart
Help me make a new start today
(reset my life)
Brother beloved this is my devotion
Everlasting absolute
Give me the strength to see
Believe that youll receive someway
Believe and let us pray
Pray for me (repeat 3 times)
song performed by by Heaven 17
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Never Ending Story (live Acoustic Version)
Armies have conquered
And fallen in the end
Kingdoms have risen
Then buried by sand
The Earth is our mother
She gives and she takes
She puts us to sleep and
In her light we'll awake
We'll all be forgotten
There's no endless fame
But everything we do
Is never in vain
We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one is to stay
Where ever it's going
What is the way?
Forests and deserts
Rivers, blue seas
Mountains and valleys
Nothing here stays
While we think we witness
We are part of the scene
This never-ending story
Where will it lead to?
The earth is our mother
She gives and she takes
But she is also a part
A part of the tale
We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one is to stay
Where ever it's going
What is the way?
We're part of a story, part of a tale
Sometimes beautiful and sometimes insane
No one remembers how it began
song performed by by Within Temptation
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On The Wings Of A Dream
On the wings of a dream
Yesterday I had a dream about dying, about laying to
Rest and then flying,
How the moment at hand is the only
Thing we really own.
And I lay in my bed and I wondered, after all has been
Said and is done for,
Why is it thus we are here and so
Soon we are gone?
Is this life just a path to the place that
We all have come from?
Does the heart know the way and if not,
Can it ever be found
In a smile or a tear or a prayer
Or a sigh or a song?
And if so, then I sing for my father, and in truth, you
Must know I would rather
He were here by my side, we could fly on the
Wings of a dream.
To a place where the spirit would find us and the joy and
Surrender would bind us.
We are one anyway, anyway we are more
Than we seem.
There are those who will lead us, protect us
Each step of the way.
From beginning to end, for each moment,
Forever, each day.
Such a gift has been given, it can
Never be taken away.
Though the body in passing must leave us, there is one who
Remains to receive us.
There are those in this life who are friends
From our heavenly home.
So I listen to the voices inside me, for I know they
Are there just to guide me.
And my faith will proclaim it is so,
We are never alone.
From the life to the light, from the dark of
The night to the dawn,
He is so in my heart, he is here, he
Could never be gone.
Though the singer is silent, there still is the
Truth of the song, in the song.
Yesterday I had a dream about dying, about laying to
Rest and then flying,
How the moment at hand is the only
Thing we really own.
And I lay in my bed and I wondered, after all has been
Said and is done for,
Why is it thus we are here and so
Soon we are gone?
Oh, why is it thus we are here and so
Soon we are gone?
song performed by by John Denver
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A beggar of mercy
whose is my brother? many times in our lives ask,
the lucid meaning of brotherhood, though in our
hearts, the creator had already implanted us, the
truth of what it mean to be in one race
as candle burn out of a spark, there it goes that it
inflame the wax that gives its light, like a prolong
prayer, that calls, the infinite mercy of the giver of
life to hear the solitude of supplication
our prayer always, tells the meaning of our lives,
every rhyme and rhythm harmonize the songs, verses
become the spirit, that moves us to our unending
journey, a journey where we belong
we are the part and parcel of everything of what is
life, anything happen to each part we are the solution,
yet, the systemic process is not the solution of the
effect, rather we need to use the time, that is shared
to us, an element that can be used to hold on
for in every life that is lost, we loss, a sign that our
belongingness is loose to know more of ourselves, we
have to remember always that everyday is a final day to
recon the beauty of our soul
life we live is an episode to share our soul, a trust we
build, bringing the kingdom of God, on earth from
heaven, for in every twist of our goodness, we save
one precious soul, worthy to receive the salvation
offered by the giver of life..... be a beggar of mercy....
pray
poem by Antonio Liao
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On Your Darkest Night
nothing more for me to say
than a silent 'i love you',
standing beside you,
whatever comes!
your life, your journey,
but a part of the sweetness,
-most likely the middle,
both mine and yours...
burned by choice
on the altar of sacrifice...
feeding the fire
that whispered
our hidden names....
so deep inside that
it permeates breath...
and stinks like damp earth
just plowed in the spring....
your life, your journey, ...
i am but the bridge,
the walking stick, the pack....
the shelter made of
fresh cut branches stacked....
the light of the moon
on your darkest night!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Eternal Prayer
This is my eternal prayer with god I do share
All my life I have searched for love
And prayed to you up above.
Love seems to take a turn, and the passion
In my heart does burn.
I see the beauties that you have created
Yet with my dream you have hesitated.
Is it that something special is coming my way?
Oh dear lord- to you I pray.
So many years have gone by- and as I see
Other lovers- I do sigh.
The passion in my heart is a eternal fire
As I seek someone to join this fire.
I feel like I’m a star up in the sky
Everyone can see the beauty, but it’s
Beyond their reach, as I search
For eternal loves peace.
Will I be that star in the sky, or can I be
Like mother earth, that everyone can see
My beauty and smell my fragrance
And touch the gentleness of my heart
And from their hands I will not part.
As the plants need water to live
I have so much love to give.
Let me be the water that touches their heart
So that it may grow, and from me they will know.
This is my eternal prayer that with the world I will share.
poem by Louis Rams
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Death Revolution
Sun, the life Giver,
Is he a life Giver?
He should be, but how?
As I think, we were a part of him
The Earth, of course
The Planet of life
But at first it was ‘Death Revolution’
As she shaped the Sun,
With hot mind and fire.
Of course, the Sun is older,
Much older, than whom?
Is there an answer?
The Earth too is old
As old as the Death Revolution
I think the Sun,
Chose the Earth, the Third
To run aside.
Slowly, slowly she came to life,
With beautiful greenery all alive
Still the sun,
Not letting down,
Burning himself, he work for all
Not as a thing
But as a guard! !
2004
© Copyright Aiswarya T Anish
poem by Aiswarya T. Anish
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Prayer Is the Soul's Sincere Desire
Prayer is the soul’s sincere desire,
Unuttered or expressed;
The motion of a hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.
Prayer is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.
Prayer is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try;
The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.
Prayer is the Christian’s vital breath,
The Christian’s native air,
His watchword at the gates of death;
He enters heaven with prayer.
O Thou, by Whom we come to God,
The Life, the Truth, the Way;
The path of prayer Thyself hast trod:
Lord, teach us how to pray!
Prayer is the contrite sinner’s voice,
Returning from his ways,
While angels in their songs rejoice
And cry, “Behold, he prays!”
The saints in prayer appear as one
In word, in deed, and mind,
While with the Father and the Son
Sweet fellowship they find.
No prayer is made by man alone
The Holy Spirit pleads,
And Jesus, on th’eternal throne,
For sinners intercedes.
O Thou by Whom we come to God,
The Life, the Truth, the Way,
The path of prayer Thyself hast trod:
Lord, teach us how to pray.
poem by James Montgomery
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Not yours
Those who are with you
Are not yours.
You are part of the dream
Dream is not yours.
You are on the earth
Earth is not yours.
You are under the sky
The sky is not yours.
Air water light
You are using not yours.
Your life you live
Not yours.
Nothing is yours
You are part and parcel
Of everything
Without you nothing values.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Something More
there is a part of me in you,
in every move you make,
every thought you think,
in every sleepless night...
there is a part of you in me,
in every time i do the right thing,
every gentle and good thought,
in everything i believe...
there is a part of us in God,
and a part of God in us;
that cannot be seperated
and still feed the flame of living.
there is a part of love, and the whole,
written by our destinies.
you and i, and something more,
that words cannot define.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Hate
I hate my life,
There were many times I wish I could die.
I at times really feel like dying,
But I only end up crying.
I hate my life,
And every thing (almost everything) in it.
Sometimes I just want to end it.
To forget all my miseries and sorrows,
Don't even bother about seeing another tomorrow.
At times I want to cut myself,
It's hard to do but it's like that's only thing that would help.
I know I am talking out of vexation.
I don't care.
I want to hurt the people who hurt me so bad,
Make them cry and feel real sad.
I feel so fed up,
People from outside would say 'Shut Up! ! '
You don't know what you talking about.
But I am not them,
And they are not me.
So please let me be.
At times I wonder what's my purpose,
Is for me to stay on this earth,
And basically just hurt,
Wait till it gets more worse.
So many things I hate.
Living up to so many expectations,
Wondering if I'll ever meet them.
Things people say to me it come off as me being dumb.
Not like that is what I think of myself.
There are times when I genuinely smile,
A blow from reality tells me things ain't right.
Maybe just maybe things might go my way,
And I'll actually see a brighter day.
Most times I feel so alone,
Constantly reminded I've got problems in my own home.
I feel so tired I just want to rest my head,
Days like these make me feel I'm better off dead! !
poem by Anita Khelawan
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Im Living My Life
Part of my life is tatoo's, penetentry rules
When running yo mouth only seperates the men from the fools
Part of my life is bullets, guns, blood, sweat and tears
This is the part of my life that I've lived for years
Part of my life is dreams, wishes, hopes, happyness
Where I could care less about the world and its current happenings
Part of my life is lies, deciet, greed, envy, and hate
Which so many leaders of our world think is great
Part of my life is all the above
Cause everyday I see sadness and very little love
Part of my life has so much love to give
But I'm catching up with death fast, from the life that I live
Part of my life is wrong nor right
But I need no sympathy, cause I'm living my life.
poem by Daniel Chapman
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Be A Wo-Man
Inside extinguish my fire burns - My scars to face your back - You hide by fear - Frontal is the attack from the rear - I am less the man to the man in woman - Yet you feel weaker by what was told - Lies so black has plastered your eyes - The reason you breakdown your cry - I tell you, the power you yield no man can shield - Not by birth and not in death - Not in the sky with water to warlock by breath - Break you can, broken is the glass by sand - The tree never decided in one day to be, evolved to withstand which you refuse to see, and mainly they are she - stretch your branches to give life to the leaves, your roots have been shaded since birth - By mother Earth - Feel her need, you are not just the carrier of seed - feel the read to succeed - feel the need to feed
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Better Part of Me
I never knew how better I could be.
That is until I met her, the better part of me.
She makes my smile wider.
She’s the fuel that burns my passion’s fire.
She is my fantasy that is my reality.
She is the better part of me.
The day I took her as my wife
was the day I begun a better life.
Without her my life would have been forever incomplete.
But my life is whole. All because of her,
the better part of me.
Disarming
Confronting death, they meditate
in charnel grounds and other scary sites,
Tibetan yogis facing fate
of death, which they allow to claim its rights
and undermine their great elation,
rendered harmless as they now invite
to join them in their meditation
death, which they deprive of sting and bite.
More than Judeo-Christians re-
alistic, they don’t choose to rage about
the dying of the light, and see
within death’s darkness no cause for them to doubt
that death is no less part of life
than feet and hands are part of legs and arms,
while seeing it no cause of strife,
but part of life that it in peace disarms.
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Buddha Born, Buddha Dying!
the buddha in me
looks like the buddha in you,
smells like, tastes like,
feels like, talks like....
i feel your need,
for you are part of mine.
you taught me about love,
when you were hurting.
the buddha in me,
reaches out to the buddha in you.
we inhale and exhale,
and night becomes day.
the buddha in you,
the question and the answer.
each a part of the other,
one must be for both to be.
the buddha in me, the buddha in you...
light born of darkness,
darkness comforts light.
the buddha born, the buddha dying,
no difference, no loss,
the journey goes on.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sonnet: On Prayer
The pow’r of prayer can astonish you;
Through prayer, we can speak to God each day.
There isn’t a thing that prayer cannot do!
A miracle can happen, if you pray.
A prayer ought to come deep from your heart;
God hears your prayer if you can just kneel;
Saying a prayer is a faithful’s art!
A prayer must be fervent in appeal.
God answers prayers said by righteous souls;
Through Mary, we can win favors from God;
A hymn of praise or thanksgiving has roles;
When more than two can pray, God will reward.
A prayer can change fate of sinners all;
A prayer breaks sin’s invisible wall!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-3-2008
poem by John Celes
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