Like the stem of a rose
Like the stem of a rose,
filled with thorns
I have scratched those
that was unkind to me,
but although I tried to be free
and to live a life without jeopardy,
the inevitability brought me
back down to my knees.
Somewhere there I found humility
and started to know
that other people
where also created by You
To You I have ever been true
and although I erred
it was without intent
and maybe the time spent
on other things,
made them more important to me.
Still it’s like a shadow
that You follow me
and Your presence touches me
and somewhere in the darkest night
the only true light stays You.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Rose With Thorns
The rose with thorns
Beautiful passion red rose
But dangerous with thorns
Picked off the garden
By a bard on
Realize he was bleeding
Thought roughly about his feelings
About why the rose had thorns
Never again would he pick up the red rose with thorns
The rose only brought him pain
Thoe he did not go insane
By wanting to stomp on it
But he just forfeit on it
He just let the rose there on the ground
And the rose was hoping it would be found
So the bard on
Left the garden
Checked his finger with the thorn pulled it out
finger was bleeding and never looked back at the rose with the thorns
poem by Jose antonio Torres galeana
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I'm Sorry
Mum I'm sorry for all of the tough times I put you through
There are many things that I did to you that I shouldn't have
But I think it's about time that I say I LOVE YOU
Mum this is coming from the heart
And that's the only way to start
Since I was a little girl
My whole life went into a whirl
I'm sorry for all of the lies
And for all the times I made you cry
I'm sorry for all of the fights I started with you
Mum just remember I LOVE YOU
All of the things that I have been going through
Makes me realize what you say is true
Mum my whole life is on lockdown
Everyday I walk with a frown
I just want to be free
And live my life the way it used to be
Mum I'm happy you are there to help me through life
And that is true I don't have to think twice
Mum my whole life went down the drain
Ever since I went to court
And went through all of that pain.......
I wish I could go back
And walk through life on different tracks
Mum freedom doesn't come free
Especially for me
Mum I have committed many sins
But I have to stay strong
In my life I haven't seen many grins
But I'll be strong no matter how long
I still have a lot to learn
No matter how much my heart burns
Mum I'm sorry for all of the fights
Especially the ones that lasted all night
Mum my life is surrounded by a shell
There are not many things I can do
I don't know if you can tell
But I'm not taking it very well
Mum I just want to tell you
That I'm sorry for all the hell I put you through
And I want you to remember that........
I LOVE YOU! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Tiana Webb
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Renewed Hope
Renewed hope, follow my actions
Oh, hope of God, keep me true
To my vows and my commitments
To follow and obey only You
Hope that softly touches my heart
Once again, work in my life
Help me help others in their hurt
And, with You, ease their strife
Holy Spirit renew that hope
That once lived within me
That once took me to greatness
Let it once again, quietly be
Lord, take me from my sins
And set my eyes upon You
For all things fade away
In the Light that shines so true
Free my heart from the shackles
That so often bind its love
And give it true strength
The only strength that comes from above
((January 23rd,2001))
poem by Danny Speicher
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God speaks in dream
salvation started with a dream, life we take, is but a life we had lived before, and to remember is mint to forget, only by closing our eyes then we will remembered that life we live is just a journey to remember the past
dream of a dreams, a passion of the soul, echo in the wilderness of eternity of memories, that lives in the havoc of time, where our hearts linger to listen
salvation is tasted, before it started, we have been there, until it lasted in birth we are created, a creation that molded and folded our journey to a new dream, where we have to begin, a life that is new, the salvation that made it true
God's wisdom speaks in dream, leads us the perfect path to be back in the right track, for in God's kingdom, everybody is welcome, to live with others in harmony with God, where everybody is happy and free
live it now, dream with other dreams, believe that you can be, in a dream salvation is free.....God speaks in dream
poem by Antonio Liao
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Maybellene
(words & music by chuck berry)
Maybellene, why cant you be true?
Oh maybellene, why cant you be true?
Youve started back doing the things you used to do.
As I was motivatin over the hill
I saw maybellene in a coup de ville.
A cadillac a-rollin on the open road,
Nothin will outrun my v8 ford.
The cadillac doin bout ninety-five,
Shes bumper to bumber rollin side by side.
Maybellene, why cant you be true?
Oh maybellene, why cant you be true?
Youve started back doing the things you used to do.
The cadillac moved to a hundred and four
Got hot and wouldnt do no more
It got cloudy and started to rain
Tooted my horn in the passing lane
The rain water blowin all under my hood
I knew that was doin my motor no good
Maybellene, why cant you be true?
Oh maybellene, why cant you be true?
Youve started back doing the things you used to do.
Maybellene, why cant you be true?
Oh maybellene, why cant you be true?
Youve started back doing the things you used to do.
The motor cooled down, the heat went down
And thats when I heard that highway sound.
The cadillac a-sittin like a ton of lead
A hundred and ten a half a mile ahead.
The cadillac lookin like its sittin still
And I caught mabellene at the top of the hill.
Maybellene, why cant you be true?
Oh maybellene, why cant you be true?
Youve started back doing the things you used to do.
Youve started back doing the things you used to do.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Milk White, Blood-Red
Gently as wind blows
Sways the beauty of the Milk White rose
Day and night that rose stays
Its beauty drawing people closer
Its thorns keeping them away
The rose stays here
As seasons pass it by
The petals have worn
As the wind made it fly
A single rose seed
Falls onto the ground
And the Milk White rose
Now dead
Gave birth safe and sound
To a rose of Blood Red
poem by Monina Furigay
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Acacia of my blood
When I let my eyes go over the earth
in the distance there’s a pretty green tree,
that stands out.
On the edge of Africa
her branches reach to the sky
and she almost touches the clouds.
I see that God could make no other
so wonderful and exceptional
and that as a sprout,
He protected her against overwhelming darkness.
Later a super power’s dread knights had drawn
their strongest weapons against her
and fire touched her bark,
but her thorns made them wrench
and drew painful blood.
She was trodden down and axed to pieces,
but with time her stem sprouted out again
and new shoots shot out
and grew stronger than before.
Out of the North
the enemy tried to put their hand to her again,
but where they stroke
her own gum brought healing
and they were torn apart
by huge branches with thousands of white thorns.
From near there’s great white thorns
that almost throngs each other out
and branches that braid against each other,
as if no one can grow together
and each has a live of its own.
Still they stream from all over the continent
to eat her berries and catch shade in her shadow
and her seedlings are sprouting out all over the world.
Acacia of my blood,
I will always be proud of you
and are called by God to be one of your offspring.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Dark Road
I was walking down a lonely dark road
Not a light to be seen, not a light was shone.
Then I heard a voice say: if you choose
To follow me, then a light you will see.
I decided to follow the voice that I heard
For in my darkness he gave me his word.
Never in my life could I see, how the walk
With the lord could change me.
The light that he told me I would see
Changed my life drastically.
So many secrets that I tried to hide
That throughout my life I lied.
Lies have a way of coming back at you
Then you don’t know what to do.
Lies that at the time, you found small
Later on will come back tall.
Since you had continued to add to that lie
That lie has gotten so out of hand
That you don’t have a foot to stand.
This walk with my lord opened up my eyes
And showed me that I was blind.
Blind to the fact of the people that get hurt
That a lie continues to give birth.
Be true to yourself and true to others.
And you won’t get caught in the lies
That could break up friendships
And family ties.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Light Within
There’s a light that burns within you
that illuminates your soul
They say its always been there
Steady bright and in control
It’s the guiding spirit that drives you
As you live your life each day
Shining a light on the darkest paths
As you walk along the way
It’s the light outside the shadows
A lonely life can cast
But if you look to feel it
The darkness will not last
There’s a light of love within you
That illuminates your face
a gentle warmth that surrounds you
When your heart is in that place
The brightness of the spirit
And all the love you share
Embracing it with a passion
Nurturing it with care
Within the light is life’s meaning
Things close to the heart believed
A summation of your life time
And all things you perceived
Live the life within you
Let the light shine through
Sharing it with others
embraced by love so true
the light that burns within you
the warmth of life’s desire
let it shine on brightly
true keeper of the fire
poem by William Lindenmuth
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Turn My Way
Take my hand
And dont let go
Trust this man
And let it flow
Dont take me down
Cause Im not done
Dont steal my crown
Before its won
The wide expanse
The wheel of chance
Will turn my way
The sky will not be gray
I dont wanna be like other people are
Dont wanna own a key, dont wanna wash my car
Dont wanna have to work like other people do
I want it to be free, I want it to be true
Take my hand
And dont let go
Trust this man
And let it flow
I drank in every bar in town
I filled my cup when I was down
I saw the things I wanted to see
Became the man I wanted to be
But then somehow I lost my way
Ive got to get back there today
I dont wanna be like other people are
Dont wanna own a key, dont wanna wash my car
Dont wanna have to work like other people do
I want it to be free, I want it to be true
I dont wanna be like other people are
Dont wanna own a key, dont wanna wash my car
Dont wanna have to work like other people do
I want it to be free, I want it to be true
I dont wanna be like other people are
Dont wanna own a key, dont wanna wash my car
Dont wanna have to work like other people do
I want it to be free, I want it to be true
I dont wanna be like other people are
Dont wanna own a key, dont wanna wash my car
I lie awake at night, or wait until its light
I want it to be free, I thought that I was right
Tought that I was right
Tought that I was right
Tought that I was right
Tought that I was right
Tought that I was right
Tought that I was right
song performed by by New Order
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A White Architect Of Light
8.8.88: She came back from the land of democrative destiny and dissolved
into the chaotic void.
Fighting for the freedom of reality
Building the light house in the darkest hours of life
Fixing up the spiritual essence through the existential nothingness
in the valueless zone
Layers by layers, realities of life theatre are turned into distilled light
out of trapped reflections
Mother of modern Myanmar honoured by consciencious tree of life
Curving away all the unnecessary parts
Curving away all the necessary parts
Communication revolution of the 21 st century
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Aung San Su Kyi, The White Architect Of Light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
Light's shadow is light
The Rose #2
She was only 21-when her fiancés life
Was taken with a gun.
They had three years together
And life was getting so much better.
They had plans for a wedding in June
But it ended much too soon.
He had given her a long stem rose
Then he fell to one knee, and did propose.
She took the rose and with loving tender care
With her diary she would share.
She took the rose and cut the stem
And she knew his love would never end.
She knew with time this flower would wither
And die- and that it was a love between he and I.
So she got the silica gel, And preserved the
Rose very well.
She put it into a plastic bag
and vacuumed out all the air.
Then put it into her diary
Where only she could see.
They said it was a down right shame
That he was in the middle of a shootout
Between two rival gangs.
That was when he lost his life
Before she became his loving wife.
As the tears rolled down her eyes
She started to visualize
Of how her wedding day would have been
Had he not been in the wrong place
At the wrong time.
Their life would have turned out fine.
As she placed the rose upon the diary page
Growing inside of her was a sense of rage.
Why can life be so cruel, and people so full of hate?
But looking at the rose, her heart started to melt
Relieving her of all the anger she felt.
Their love for each other was “ oh so pure”
Of a happy life together she was sure.
Life can be comical, and you never know
What it will bring.
But she got pregnant doing her thing.
Then one night when she fell asleep
Into her mind he did creep
And told her these words:
Now you have three things I left behind
My love, a rose, and a child of mine.
When she awoke, she knew he did not die in vain
For he left a part of himself to relieve her pain.
poem by Louis Rams
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Caught Up In You
I never knew there'd come a day
When I'd be sayin' to you
"Don't let this good love slip away
Now that we know that it's true."
Don't, don't you know the kind of man I am
No, said I'd never fall in love again
But it's real and the feeling comes shining through.
So caught up in you, little girl
And I never did suspect a thing
So caught up in you, little girl
That I never want to get myself free
And baby it's true
You're the one
Who caught me baby you taught me
How good it could be
It took so long to change my mind
I thought that love was a game
I played around enough to find
No two are ever the same
You made me realized the love I missed
So hot! Love I couldn't quite resist
When it's right the light just comes shining through.
So caught up in you, little girl
You're the one that's got me down on my knees
So caught up in you, little girl
That I never want to get myself free
And baby it's true
You're the one
Who caught me, baby you taught me
How good it could be
Fill your days and your nights
No need to ever ask me twice oh no
Whenever you want me
And if ever comes a day
When you should turn and walk away oh no
I can't live without you
So caught up in you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And if ever comes a day
When you should turn and walk away oh no
I can't live without you
So caught up in you, little girl
You're the one that's got me down on my knees
So caught up in you , little girl
That I never want to get myself free
And baby it's true
You're the one
Who caught me baby you taught me
How good it could be, little girl
You're the one that's got me down on my knees
So caught up in you, little girl
That I never want to get myself free
And baby it's true
You're the one
Who caught me and taught me
You got me so caught up in you
song performed by by 38 Special
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Space People
Have you heard of the people who live in the skies?
(I think I seen ‘em)
Some of them are short with big round black eyes
(I never seen them)
Can you believe it might be true?
Can you believe it might be true?
Have you heard there’s half a dozen different races?
(I could believe that)
Some of them are tall with human faces
(yeah, they call ‘em the Nordics)
Can you believe it might be true?
Can you believe it might be true?
They’re the ones who made me and you
Yeah, they’re the ones who made me and you
Have you heard of the soul machine on the moon?
(Yeah, don’t go to the light it’s a trick)
Yeah we’ll all be there again real soon
(unless you don’t go to the light)
Can you believe it might be true?
Can you believe it might be true?
They're the ones who made me and you
poem by KMC Centlivre
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Tell All The People
Tell all the people that you see
Follow me
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Set them free
Follow me down
You tell them they dont have to run
Were gonna pick up everyone
Come out and take me by my hand
Gonna bury all our troubles in the sand, oh yeah
Cant you see the wonder at your feet
Your lifes complete
Follow me down
Cant you see me growing, get your guns
The time has come
To follow me down
Follow me across the sea
Where milky babies seem to be
Molded, flowing revelry
With the one that set them free
Tell all the people that you see
Its just me
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Follow me
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Well be free
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Its just me
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Follow me
Follow me down
Follow me down
You got to follow me down
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Well be free
Follow me down
Tell all the people you see
Follow me
You got to follow me down
song performed by by Doors
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True Friendship so Rare!
A true Friendship so special and more than rare
Like the precious gem found not, everywhere
It’s a perfect joy and beauty with good grace.
When a heart is filled with a true friend’s face.
The hand touches you, love and special care.
And soon be the best of friends when in despair.
Makes you smile through all the darkest days...
Plants precious memories in the hearts to stay.
Shares your secret and is always there for you..
With honesty concern to help you make it through!
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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Faith
Faith is impossible when faced with such obvious lies,
I beseach you all remove the blinkers from your eyes.
The evidence of a creator gives me oh such pause,
When he created man with so many obvious flaws...
My questions are many yet my answers are few,
God's an absentee landlord I now know this to be true.
In his name we wage wars against our fellow man,
Fighting over who has deciphered his ultimate plan...
For if I should wander from his chosen path,
Fail to bow my head and part with my cash.
Then my soul shall be damned throughout all of time,
When the nagging doubt of life was my only crime...
Is this the God we should blindly follow?
Who shall build us all a better tomorrow?
I choose to turn my back and live my life free,
For I have found my faith, and my faith is me...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Like in summer and spring
Nowhere there’s a place
where I can describe,
what joy you bring me
with every passing day.
As the sun kisses the morning
and the stars caress the night,
and the moon dances
over a sky filled with clouds
you are the one really good thing,
that this life has brought me.
When life tosses its darkest winter
and blizzards filled with disaster blow,
your love stays unwavering
like in summer and spring.
poem by Gert Strydom
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These Are The Times
I hear voices from beyond the veil
They reverberate in mystery
There are shadows in my heart
And they multiply in memory
And the comrades that I've lost out there
In the scattered ruins still speak to me
If the flickering light of your campfire dims
The world grows smaller
It's closing in
I'm standing here
And I want you to live
I know
These are the times we find out who we really are
This will be when a true friend stands at your side
Someone like me who wants to
Believe in the days of high times and innocence
Drawing the lines and shouting back to the night
Someone like me who wants you to live
And from those who've seen the light beyond
We know the end will bring tranquility
But the voices of the friends they heard
Brought them back to this reality
Tough the beacon of light in your life seems dim
The sun's coming up on the world we're in
There are choices here
And I want you to live
I know
These are the times we find out who we really are
This will be when a true friend stands at your side
One more like me
Who wants to believe in the truth of all we experienced
To live again to jump back into the fight
Someone like me who wants you to live
Pouring light from the sky
Portends you and I
Disappears in the night
I still remember
I hear voices from beyond the veil
Like a faint unfinished symphony
Though the beacon of light in your life seems dim
The sun's coming up on the world we're in
I'm standing here
And I want you to live
I know
These are the times we find out who we really are
This will be when a true friend stands at
song performed by by Styx
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The Burdend Black Rose
It's twisted I know
But true
I can only feel love when i'm dreaming it through
While this rose that burdens me
is lying on my chest
I watch as people stare at my lonliness
I sit up stunned as they walk past
Growing fear inside
The red rose wilts as the black rose blooms
Please come back
turn what was once red back again
Take awat this hate that stays,
As the black rose waits in silentness,
as I decay beneath it's beauty,
I need love but I can't feel it,
Won't except it,
I need to open up but the black rose holdsme still
love is what i'll never get,
I know it's twisted but true I can only feel love whrn i'm dreaming it through
The black rose burdens me
until I decay,
\then the black rose turns back to red
to reap me once again
another time left once more among the dead.
poem by Amy Ormonde
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