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On This Disintegrating Earth

On this disintegrating earth we try to reach answers,
while industry continuously contaminates every thing,
we try to see where everything fits

while no water washes away the dirt,
we half-blinded do not see the real causes.
On this disintegrating earth we try to reach answers

while we live in the pollution of smoke and gas,
as if we already have all the questions
we try to see where everything fits,

and the man in the street is taxed,
is hindered to the excess use of water and electricity.
On this disintegrating earth we try to reach answers

but do not see the skeletons in the cupboard,
not even the rich and famous that are resisting,
we try to see where everything fits

while with time our lives turn into ash,
nothing more can free us from this decay,
on this disintegrating earth we try to reach answers
we try to see where everything fits.

poem by Gert Strydom
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More Questions Than Answers

There are wars around us daily and the world sleeps,
But read your Bible always to know the facts about all these prophesies!
For there are more questions than answers on this earth,
And like a red mark on the foreheads of mankind.

Of hope in life,
Of power in the name of war,
Of love to the people we care for,
Of faith on the journey on this earth,
And of a sound mind in the land of roses;
But there are more questions than answers on this earth.

Beside the service of two,
Elias came as a surprise to us! !
And like the prophecy that is known to you;
But there are more questions than answers on this earth.

Captured by various lusts,
But we brought nothing to the world and we will take away nothing out of it!
And like our tears after the bombs,
But there are more questions on this earth than answers.

Bombs everywhere! !
And like the corpses after the wars;
But in youthful lusts with green-uniforms like the flesh and blood as seen in Ivory Coast and in Libya!
And the world sleeps because of its many problems.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dont Ask Me

I got ideas but I dont know it all
And when I speak you know my voice is small
And when Im walking down the street
I never smile at folks I meet
Cause I know they wont smile at me
Now ask yourself why this should be
But if you want the answers
If you want the answers
Dont ask me
If you want the answers
If you want the answers
Dont ask me
I got feelings but they dont count for much
And I shake my fist but I got no power as such
But if I tell you what I see
Dont throw my words right back at me
Cause I cant shout and I cant moan
Cause I got problems of my own
But if you want the answers
If you want the answers
Dont ask me
If you want the answers
If you want the answers
Dont ask me
Someday soon I gotta learn enough
To justify my actions
Until then I want you all to try
To share my gut reactions
Gut reactions
But if you want the answers
If you want the answers
Dont ask me
If you want the answers
If you want the answers
Dont ask me

song performed by by Joe Jackson
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If A Man Answers

(toby keith/chuck cannon)
You said you need a little time
A little time to yourself
Im staring down this telephone wonderin
There might be someone else
If a man answers when I call
Ill just hang up, I wont say anything at all
If a man answers I know what Ill do
Ill lie here awake so I dont dream about you
If a man answers this time of night
At least Ill know somebodys holding you tight
If a man answers I wont call again
And Ill know where I stand while I twist in the wind
Oh baby, Im just missin you
Im crazy still in love with you
I know my heart will break in two
If a man answers, if a man answers
I just gotta tell you girl
Maybe somehow make you see
How much I want you to come back to me
But if a man answers youll never know
Hell let you sleep while I let you go
Oh baby, Im just missin you
Im crazy still in love with you
I know my heart will break in two
If a man answers, if a man answers
If a man answers youll never know
If a man answers Ill let you go
If a man answers this time of night
If a man answers hes holding you tight
If a man answers, if a man answers
If a man answers, if a man answers
If a man answers, oh if a man answers
If a man answers, if a man answers

song performed by by Toby Keith
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Fits Ya Good

Well in the air for the world today yeah.
Five oclock and those walls are slowly closin.
You get home so down and worn out, thunderstruck.
Yeah fits you good,
Oh fits you good.
Yeah fits you good, oh.
Closin time you were bringin me down,
Well I know its just the way you live your life.
But you dont know like I know better,
I did all that I could. now it
Fits you good,
Yeah fits you good.
Oh fits you good, oh.
But you dont know what I know,
I did all that I could. now

song performed by by Bryan Adams
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Within Their Restricted Mental Limits

There are more who pray and complain,
Than there are those who pray with a faith committed.
There are those who say they pray everyday...
And remain fearful to let God with them,
Have His way.

There are those who receive answers to questions asked.
To still deny those messages given.
There are those who claim they 'believe' as they do.
But only if what is believed fits the image,
Within their restricted mental limits!

And nothing the Creator has made even today,
Has ever stopped to be confirmed...
By anyone on Earth,
Through use of learned scriptures or quoted verse...
Can swear to declare God has finished!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reaching God

I want to reach God
Could I reach with pray
Could I reach with people
Or will I only grasp an empty void

I want to reach God
Should I hang on my hope
Should I hang on my work
Or will I put my soul into sacrifice

I want to reach God
It seems the words become ashes
It seems the world becomes dust
And I turn to another hypocrite man

I want to reach God
Maybe I'll never really catch even a feather of wing
Maybe I'll never really get the meaning
But my heart always looking for something more

I want to reach God
My body maybe sated by the joy of earth
My mind maybe conquered by the pleasure of power
But inside nothing else could fill this hunger

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Little Devotional

Well I'm blowing smoke out of your window
And you're slipping back into your dress
You know you were always such a lady
I've always been impressed
But gentlemen
They don't ask questions
Just keep quiet
She'll pay attention
Gentlemen don't ask questions
We could pay attention
I said, "I'm gonna have myself in shambles
Before your folks are up and looking for some answers."
Said, "I'm gonna have myself in shambles
Before your folks are up and looking for some answers."
Well I pictured you in blue
But I have to say I'm more partial to the red
Deep, dark, and devastating
Leaving no question as to where you've been
I calm the crowd by keeping quiet
Move like a shadow up to your matress
Gentlemen don't ask questions
We could pay attention
Do you think he'd be better ('Cause we're down for competition)
Doing what I do best?
Do you think he'd be better (This could all be on purpose)
Doing what I do best?
I said, "I'm gonna have myself in shambles
Before your folks are up and looking for some answers."
Said, "I'm gonna have myself in shambles
Before your folks are up and looking for some answers."
Do you think he'd be better
Doing what I do best?
Do you think he'd be better
Doing what I do best?
Do you think he'd be better ('Cause we're down for competition)
Doing what I do best?
Do you think he'd be better (This could all be on purpose)
Doing what I do best?
I said, "I'm gonna have myself in shambles
Before your folks are up and looking for some answers."
Said, "I'm gonna have myself in shambles
Before your folks are up and looking for some answers."
Said, "I'm gonna have myself in shambles
Before your folks are up and looking for some answers."
Said, "I'm gonna have myself in shambles
Before your folks are up and looking for some answers.

song performed by by Taking Back Sunday
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Somewhere Down The Road

(Wayne Kirkpatrick/Amy Grant)
So much pain and no good reason why
You cried until the tears run dry
Nothing else can make you understand
The one thing that you held so dear
Is slipping from your hand
And you say
Why, why, why
Does it go this way
And why, why, why
And all I can say is
Somewhere down the road
There'll be answers to the questions
Somewhere down the road
Though we cannot see it now
And somewhere down the road
You will find mighty arms reaching for you
And they will have the answers
At the end of the road
Yesterday I thought I'd seen it all
I thought I'd climbed the highest wall
But now I see that learning never ends
And all I know to do is keep on walking
'Round the bend
Singing
Why, why, why
Does it go this way
Why, why, why
And all I can say is
Somewhere down the road
There'll be answers to the questions
Somewhere down the road
Though we cannot see it now
And somewhere down the road
You will find mighty arms reaching for you
And they will hold the answers
At the end of the road
Somewhere, somewhere down
And somewhere down the road
There'll be answers to the questions
Somewhere down the road
Though we cannot see it now
And somewhere down the road
You will find mighty arms reaching for you
They will have the answers
At the end of the road
They will have the answers
At the end of the road
Somewhere down the road, yeah
Somewhere, somewhere
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere down the road
Why, why, why
There will be arms reaching, down the road
Somewhere, somewhere, somewhere
Oooh

song performed by by Faith Hill
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Instead Of Being A Pessimist

You want answers to your questions?
Ask yourself this...
What began the origin of those questions.
And...
How did they begin for you to exist.

You want a life you like?
Oppose to the one you don't?
Why have you chosen to dislike what you do?
And who enforced this dislike upon you.

Do you live with wishes to fulfill your dreams?
Or are you focused on others,
Who seem to have 'your' things.

Are you focused upon others,
Who seem to be living your life?
Doing those things,
You wish for you also to like?

Perhaps those questions you ask,
Are not yours afterall.
And perhaps those answers,
That have come to you answered...
You ignored them to disbelieve,
Those answers received...
Were not yours.
Because you spend your time,
In the minding of other people's business!

And your business,
You haven't given your time to see...
Succeed.
But your time is spent,
Lamenting others you despise and criticize.

You want answers to your questions?
Wait for therm patiently to come.
Before you impatiently decide,
To get up and leave.
Believing they can be found,
With you not around.

You want answers to your questions?
Ask yourself this...
What began the origin of those questions.
And...
How did they begin for you to exist?
Ask yourself that.
Instead of being a pessimist!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Are Images Created For?

The answers to questions,
Are there.
The answers have always been there.
Impatiently glaring.

But what has been absent...
Is a quitting to dispense,
The distribution of pretentions...
Of those defining who is qualified,
With credentials certified...
That impresses with appearances,
Images relied upon...
That those knowledgeable oppose.
And refuse to masquerade to disguise.

The answers to questions,
Are there.
The answers have always been there.
Impatiently glaring.
But those who stare...
Seek something there that impresses.
And if it is not an image dressed,
To impress expectations...
The answers that are there,
Will continually to be ignored.

What are images created for?
If there are not there to enhance pretentions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Its Over

And I didnt think about
All the ways I hurt you and myself
And I hide
Wouldnt say a thing to you
I keep it to myself and my mind
I cant stand without you
And I wont find the answers when youre gone
But its over to you
And I cant find the answers when youre gone
And its over to you
And you cant find the answer where you are
And you know
(and you know)
I need you now
This aint easy to admit
And no one needs to know
What goes on behind the door in my room
Im peeking through the walls in my mind
And I cant stand without you
I wont find the answers when youre gone
But its over to you
And I cant find the answers when youre gone
And its over to you
And you cant find the answers where you are
I will tear you down
I will tear you down
To get into the world you wanted
Im kicking through the wall
No one can believe in things that never change
[chorus]
And its over to you
And I cant find the answers when youre gone
And I cant find the answers when youre gone
And I cant find the answers when youre gone

song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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Losing My Senses

Dave mustaine
One man speaking the truth
No one likes when it fits
So we tell soothing lies
And betray our own lips
The uncivilized world
And its people decay
Once sweet breeze is defiled
Sucking our breath away
Fill solos - mustaine
Yesterdays answers has nothing to do
With todays questions
Life can only be understood in reverse
But must be lived forwards
Im losing my senses, Im losing my senses
Fill solos - mustaine
We watch as the living all die
Contemplating if we should
Ever open our eyes
If all that we touch
Keeps turning to sand
We will cease to exist
Till the last living man
Fill solos - mustaine
Yesterdays answers has nothing to do
With todays questions
Life can only be understood in reverse
But must be lived forward
Life can only be understood in reverse
But must be lived forward
Im losing my senses
Fill solos - mustaine / solo - pitrelli
Yesterdays answers has nothing to do
With todays questions
Life can only be understood in reverse
But must be lived forwards
Life can only be understood in reverse
But must be lived forwards
Fill solos and synth - mustaine
String arrangement - suzie katayama

song performed by by Megadeth
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Answers

I kept my answers small and kept them near;
Big questions bruised my mind but still I let
Small answers be a bullwark to my fear.

The huge abstractions I kept from the light;
Small things I handled and caressed and loved.
I let the stars assume the whole of night.

But the big answers clamoured to be moved Into my life. Their great audacity
Shouted to be acknowledged and believed.

Even when all small answers build up to
Protection of my spirit, still I hear
Big answers striving for their overthrow.

And all the great conclusions coming near.

poem by Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell
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When you have an idea for a story, you want those characters to reach as many people as you can. I think you normally think of prose as a way of doing that. It fits our time, the culture.

quote by Robert Morgan
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Wish Me Luck

living honest is finding many things and people
so real
too real
that I don't know if I'm ready to live like that

it seems to be too late to go back
the older
the deeper
the more answers
as many answers as the number of people

can I be water?

solid
flowing
airy
but no one can live without me...

poem by Wabi Sabi
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Schism

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering. Fundamental differing.
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down
No fault

song performed by by Tool from Lateralus
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Our Solar System

Sin is the centre of our solar system! !
Because, we have made it so;
And, every now and then, we do hate one another.
There are more questions than answers on this earth;
But, do have compassion with your passion!
And, let love rule in all things that you do on this earth than,
The bullets of war.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Reiterating Arsie

there are questions
that are not meant to be answered
you know that
there are answers that do not answer
the questions
you must know that
there are those that need only the affection of the hands
the sympathetic gaze
the tap on the shoulder
the way you say hello for no reason at all
when you ask
not about what time it is
but when
the plane leaves and when it touches down
to finally
reach home.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Claims Upon the Innocent

It seems we are forever falling,
Falling into empty channels
Where the darkness thickens and consumes us.

Who are we to know our fate?
Was it emptiness that birthed us—
Made us howl with fear at the life thus given?

Were we plants or animals, sealife or landlife?
Oh, how it fits us to mourn our omnivorous blood.
But the sea, like the mountain, is forever silent.

I was wishing for a new set of answers,
Consummate ones that could crack fate
And spread it on the nightmare of innocence.

For it is innocence that traps us,
Keeps us swimming in the well,
That tiny, dark sea within the earth’s core.

poem by Harold Standish
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Evasive

the answers are shy
they have not matured

they always are not
confronting the questions

which keep on roaming like
Nazi soldiers looking

for the kill of the innocent
ones

the answers are arrows
with blunt tips

the questions are the black holes
of our universe

who dares to answer all of them
not me

i see all the questions
and i am but a little boy stupid on the street

looking for mother
and afraid of what a father can do

to defend the senselessness of
my posture

the questions are alive
the answers need a redemption

i take the side step
write a poem and then sleep

who know?
the answer is nothing but a dream

yes, a dream
something ephemeral

yes, an illusion
something like a mirror

yes, a moment,
something that must pass like the shadow of the moon.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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