Lightwave!
Like a dark midnight hour,
Walking in the thick black forest,
The roaring lions all over,
Without rest nor a stopover,
Finding no path nor any clue
Cutting through the dark night
Lightwave! ! !
In my life of sorrow,
The melancholy that clouded me,
That agony blinding my sight,
All over, issues of the heart,
Issues of life and issues of love,
Finding no path nor any clue
Lightwave! ! !
Minding every step you take,
Seeing not where you walk,
Blackout! The absence of light
Bleak being the next move,
Without hope and faith
Lightwave! ! !
You came when I needed you more,
Where were you all along,
In darkest hours I seeked for you,
Im glad you came along
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Issues
For all, issues arise every day in every shape and size.
You must deal with all of them in ways that are wise.
For some you are glad while others make you mad.
Lucky for you, but a few, are in themselves, truly sad.
Worst of all are issues that you alone cause to be bad.
Before your presence there was no problem to be had.
Love, family and health are key issues of each day,
Though issues of money and power hinder your way.
If not addressed these infections will spread and may
Kill the love you have and result in a life of dismay.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Issues
Issues are abound and around,
Issues break the hearts astound,
Issues encourage being excellent,
Issues envisage the predicament,
Issues are the oars to push the boat,
Issues are umbrellas, get wet, not protects,
Issues issue the ticket to the ground,
Imitate the quality of the dew on the grass,
To minimize the issues as small as possible,
When the dew reflects the tallest building,
on its smallest surface without illusion,
When the dew on the grass can reflect it,
Upside down in same proportion,
Why are we, human, afraid of issues?
Make it small and solve it.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A Dark illusion
Walking in a dark path
No help reached out to me
Walking in a dark path
Blind and still can't see
Walking in a dark path
Heart beats no longer heard
Walking in a dark path
Not even the sound of a bird
Walking in a dark path
Where am i is this real?
Walking in a dark path
No, it cant be, I've healed.
poem by Yolanda Salas
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There are no accounting issues, no trading issues, no reserve issues, no previously unknown problem issues.
quote by Kenneth Lay
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And so popular culture raises issues that are very important, actually, in the country I think. You get issues of the First Amendment rights and issues of drug use, issues of AIDS, and things like that all arise naturally out of pop culture.
quote by Kurt Loder
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My Dark
Why do I always seek the dark?
The nice wholesome dark
Never judging; never caring
Self helping dark
The dark corners of my life
These corners are my life
Where ever I go I seek
These dark corners; my corners
They make me feel secure
Feel wanted; surrounded
At peace
Like the rest of the world is gone
Why must I use the dark?
Where do these issues come from?
Where does this sorrow come from?
Why can’t I have answers?
I need these dark corners
They are so reassuring
Their echoes speak to me; they don’t mock me
They are my dark safe corners
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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That's what governors do, they wrestle with the issues, they find solutions and they move the agenda forward. At the appropriate time we'll talk about all of these issues, while remembering that our party is a big tent party. We lose when we try to become exclusive to one particular set of issues.
quote by Jon Huntsman, Jr.
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But the issue of sexual harassment is not the end of it. There are other issues - political issues, gender issues - that people need to be educated about.
quote by Anita Hill
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If All Your Issues Had Been Fixed
What would you do?
If all your issues had been fixed.
Tell me,
What would you do?
Tell me,
What would you do?
What would you do?
What would you do?
When your ship arrives.
And your dreams come to life.
Tell me,
What would you do.
Tell me,
What would you do.
When your ruts are covered up.
And no more 'buts' or 'ifs' are there,
To share.
Tell me,
What would you do.
What would you do.
Tell me.
Tell me.
When your struggles are over.
And a happiness sparkles,
With your smile gleaming and it beams!
Oh, you've got to tell me...
What would you do.
Tell me,
What would you do.
What would you do.
Tell me,
What would you do.
What would you do.
What would you do?
If all your issues had been fixed.
Tell me,
What would you do?
Tell me,
What would you do.
What would you do?
What would you do?
If all your issues had been fixed.
Tell me,
What would you do?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A lot of the interesting issues and dynamics within a city occur over things such as socio-economic issues or ethnic issues. But they require a much more elaborate model of human behavior.
quote by Will Wright
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When you raise issues with the President, try to come away with both that decision and also a precedent. Pose issues so as to evoke broader policy guidance. This can help to answer a range of similar issues likely to arise later.
quote by Donald Rumsfeld
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Elemento De Noctis
Element of the Night, Darkness. My way and my path of life.
I've been ranting continuously ever since I found out that the Dark is actually light in a different form. So I made my 'E' poem Elemento de Noctis:
Darkness was created with the land
The dark one stretched out his old gloomy hand
Yet not a soul is willing to go
In darkness you reap, in darkness you sow
Darkness is one of the light
It shines its energy out day and night
Yet nobody trusts its presence
Due to human fear towards its essence
The dark is never evil
From the beginning it is good
Yet from the beginning it is misunderstood
As both light and dark are mutual
The dark cannot exist without light
Just as day could not end without night
The path of life that nobody has taken
The path of life that I have awaken
All women's issues are to some degree men's issues and all men's issues are to some degree women's issues because when either sex wins unilaterally both sexes lose.
quote by Warren Farrell
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The Path of Hope
The Path of Hope
The Path of Life is layed before you
Life is like a novel…It has elements
It has Characters
It has Settings
It has a Plot
It has Ideals and Morals
Like Friendship and Love
Like Faith and Sacrifice
Like Fate and Destiny
Like Hope and Despair
There are Paths…Paths of your destiny
The Path of Good or The Path of Evil
The Path of Darkness or The Path of Light
The Path of Hope or The Path of Despair
Only you can choose your path
But chose wisely…For you can’t turn back time
You must follow your heart…For it will guide you
Never give up on your dreams
Always Believe…Trust your heart
Don’t let the bad people get you down
Just Believe,
Trust your Heart,
Have Faith in your Dreams,
Have Hope in the Despair,
Follow the Light in the Darkness
Find the Euphoria in the Sorrows,
Trust your Friends,
Follow the Stars…They will Guide you
May the Stars be a Light for you when all other Lights go out
Life is like a Novel…
poem by Bleeding Heart
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The Myth of Male Power dealt much more with the political issues, the legal issues, sexual harassment, date rape, women who kill, and those issues were very much more interfaced with the agendas of feminism.
quote by Warren Farrell
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I mean, we are facing so many very, very important issues and those are the issues that you heard talked about last night from the Republican convention, and that you'll hear my husband talk about. And those are the really important issues facing our country right now.
quote by Laura Bush
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The Watchman of Dark Christmas Night
The brazier’s glowing coals lit up his eyes.
I asked the watchman as he guarded time:
tell me, watchman, of the truth of Night..
he said: when I had conquered all the tasks of day,
I took night-watching as the sternest test,
to seek the weakness, and to seek the strength
which I might find there in my deepest self..
In darkest night, I lost myself – or so
I thought I had: for every night,
as the third hour after midnight moves
into the fourth hour, there came a time
when all one held as precious to oneself,
all joy and consolation, all the point of life
was taken from me… then I felt
myself an abject, faithless wretch..
for it seemed that even God
is in repose, in that abyss of time..
taking from me, even faith,
and hope, and love itself..
and then one day, I saw in paint –
it could have been by Rembrandt’s guided hand –
the darkness, to be full of light..
more full than day itself..
the light itself, as God, all in repose;
and in the darkness are all things
drawn back into themselves;
so that they may awake at dawn
the fresher; Diadochus, holy man,
who knew dark well, for all his holiness,
and welcomed it… gave it a name:
‘educative desolation’ was his term…
for what mortal man would not become complacent
to think he walked with God both day and night?
At that darkest hour, faith, hope, and loving-kindness
may be withdrawn from human kind; yet,
they cannot die, I learned; they must return..
And no one may tell – as shepherds watch,
and angels fill the skies –
what Mary feels, before her faith and hope
are born as joy and love..
what Mary feels, this night as dark as sin..
what Mary feels, before the holy dawn;
only humility, for her, for us,
will see us through the testing hours;
will teach us in this darkest night
the darkness full of brightest light..
We sat there silent for a space,
I and the watchman of the Night;
the brazier glowing warm and bright;
the silence full of grace.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Choose The Happiness
What the happiness is all about
Choices that comes across your life
Catch the right one and be aware
When your turn comes not to lose your way
Don't let it pass you by
Catch the happiness while it's around
This is what the happiness is all about
Choosing your path to the love
Dough it's ways are narrow and hard
This is what the love is all about
Choosing The way to happiness and faith
Or walking through the saddest path
Even in your darkest day
Smile and you'll find your way
To the light
This is what the life is all about
What the life is all about
Choosing the happiness or not
Regardless what your reason is
Just walk ahead and forget your fears
God is there at the end of the path
It depends how long you can survive
Sacrificing blindly for the love
This is what the love is all about
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Couldn't Afford to Be Lost!
You have not wasted my life,
By finding yours.
I've had this insight.
I had not been waiting for you...
To come 'see' the light.
I've been making mistakes and living life,
While making all types of sacrifices.
No time did I give to wish for the impossible dream.
Every step I take is a challenge.
Do you see any hired bodyguards,
Protecting me from harm?
But around you I have seen delusions,
Fantasies and myths.
And you have no idea how dangerous I think that is!
You have not wasted my life,
By finding yours.
I couldn't afford to be lost!
My identity and dignity I love too much!
I had to be where I was and focused...
At all times.
Since you never were...
You have no clue as to how important that is!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forest Of Souls
The path was dark and shadowed,
They walked as their children followed.
Through the forest to the feild,
For time they shall not yeild.
Lost souls on their paths to fate,
As the reach eternals gate.
The path was dark and shadowed
They walked on as their children followed
The darkness is overcoming
As if to bow before what they are becoming.
They walk with their eyes ahead,
with nowhere to go but where they are lead.
They walk with family, with lovers,
As the mist lightly huvers
The path was dark and shadowed,
As they walk on with more coming to follow.
Their souls are lost, their hearts are gone,
As they walk through the woods as they walk on.
They carry the memories with them,
They leave all their feelings behind them.
Now they walk as one,
Until all but an empy shell is gone.
The path becomes dark and shadowed,
As more people come to follow.
The souls of men, of people,
As they all come, all the people.
They walk through the forest, through the wood,
Down the path of fate, past where they once stood.
The path is dark and shadowed,
As more and more people follow.
They walk past trees,
And plants and bushes, past all of these.
They walk, an empty shell, their emotions and their being...gone.
The souls walk on.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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