Does not exist
Neither it does exit in book
Nor can be found in any best look
Yet that existed in real sense
It was not meant to be seen across fence
It was beautiful garden
Comprised of flowers and keen visitors even
Roses smiled across and spread fragrance
I was fascinated by them at once
It is by chance or an occasion
Unique and only one to be called relation
Standing alone in isolation worth to be noted
Yet that existed and she found me to be floated
I used to have nice feeling
Almost from inner depth and willing
As mark of true gesture for her stand
When I knew nothing but tried to understand
Poetry was not my subject
But I tried to be in lime line with facts
She was first to take me to out side world
A new scene with vast horizon and fold
She has seen turbulent period and has learnt a lot
Many battles are fought over and lost
Yet that bitterness remains a bit in mind
But strong wind has thrown it away for new place to find
Today she has found new path and a journey
To go on with blessing from almighty
I wish her all the best in new opening
Many things in life just assume shape and start happening
I shall remain away as she too will be occupied
Lot many things are to be settled and tried
Life is full of challenge and needs an attention
I shall wish her all the best once again with true mention
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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When I Lost Myself
There are those who are forever searching and
After many decades have passed lose themselves to another world-
Although with much certainty and disillusionment
I can hardly remember living much of a life in
This world where people walk with confidence and self-assurance everyday-
Memories of nights as a child so young
Hearing voices others did not hear and
Seeing frightening sights others did not see-
Feeling alone although in the midst of myriads of others, afraid to speak,
Fearful to walk the streets others took for granted-
I was only six years old when voices threatened to kill
Would invade my already troubled mind and
I found myself an outcast for reasons I hardly understood-
The purple tree with golden flowers that grew inside of my bedroom-
As strikingly stunning as it was,
I fell to the floor when I tried to climb,
Because it only existed in the fortress of my mind-
My journey to find myself began when I learned to walk-
I learned to scream before I learned to speak-
Decades have passed and memories are evading me-
Walking the same path day by day-
While others are looking for a place in a world I feel I am not a part of,
My journey to find myself continues-
I walk upon a different path and have climbed many mountains
Seeking purple trees and my own garden of Eden-
Or merely for others that would accept and just remotely understand
The person I am and the world I have lost myself to-
Although my spirit at times evades me,
In the back of my mind I know in reality there must be a place for me and
Although at times my only wish is to climb that phantasmal purple tree
Until I reach the sky and disappear within only a moment’s notice
I will not give up the fight- I was born into this world so there must be a place for me-
Many decades have passed and today I see the sunlight peering through the clouds,
Though an outcast, I have a heart, a mind and feelings as does everybody else-
I continue to walk the streets everyday and my visions of purple trees, and
My dogged determination are what makes me unique- and someday people shall
Respect the person that I am and understand that flowers grow on every tree and
Every flower is unique, has its own special scent and every flower is
In its own way- magnificent and beautiful…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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You Know What
Yeah I know that
I said I'm feeling
I'm feeling it I'm feeling it yeah
I know that you like the way that I put it down on you
you know what yeah
We were meant to be
together for eternity
but now you're gone it's plain to see
I was living just a fantasy
so many things ever I found a love that's true
finding it hard to push on through
since I've been away from you
when I first met you waiting
standing up by the bus stop
I knew you were something speacial
weak in my knees
I wanted to drop yeah e yeah
so we checked each other
what we had going on was so hot yeah
I never thought you'd leave me no
but you know what
we were meant to be
together for eternity
but now you're gone it's plain to see
I was living just a fantasy
so many things ever I found a love that's true
finding it hard to push on through
since I've been away from you
Now I can't seem to get over you
appearing in everything that i do
it was only last feek
friday when I saw you out with your girlfriends walking
round my way (wanted to stop) yeah e yeah
i feel when all's said and done
from this love I've had I've learnt a klot yeah
I never thought you'd leave me no
but you know what
we were meant to be
together for eternity
but now you're gone it's plain to see
I was living just a fantasy
so many things ever i found a love that's true
finding it hard to push on through
since I've been away from you
the flow that we had was so hot
girl you took me higher to the top
we kept it rolling wouldn't stop
said you'd never leave me
but you know what
we were meant to be
together for eternity
but now you're gone it's plain to see
I was living just a fantasy
so many things ever I found a love that's true
finding it hard to push on through
since I've been away from you
you don't know what i've been going through
but I know that you don't know what
I said i'm feeling it i'm feeling it I'm feeling it yeah
[repeat 2x]
song performed by by Craig David from Born To Do It
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About self
It has been horrifying tale to narrate about self
It is full of bad ad good qualities lying deep heart shelf
It may never come out to the knowledge of even close friends
Some of the things may be known when life nears to an end
It is individual who only shapes the destiny
In doing so he gets help and extension from many
Yet it remains his own struggle and brave front
Which can realize and end in reality if he wants?
“I” has no relevance if performed in isolation
If may find some place if found strong relation
It may find honorable place with some nice indication
Lots of praise and flowers for good works in felicitations
“I also mean confirmation of powerful ego
In no way it can find place and has to go
No one may tolerate any proudly person
With whatever intention or meaningful reasons
With so many ups and down
You can have something of your own
Whether it comes with your wisdom
Or can reach you seldom
Life is constant flow
You may receive applauses or blows
Yet it has to move and go forward
There is no chance to look backward
“I 'mean nothing in sense
It may make you happy or go tense
You are single entity to emerge as one
Have to think self and curse no one
So to know self is really a Herculean task
No one may come to know if you are wearing mask
It is better to shed self image for noble cause
It you can’t do it then maintain distance with pause
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Helpless
Day is warm, I hear
The wind and the trees
I know Im there, but Ill never be...
The wind is soft tonight
The tide is low
And I know the way
I never felt better, now
Sometimes life, it moves too slow
Slows to a crawl,
And then the poetry is lost
And without speed,
Hope becomes certainty
And for once, Im certain
I never felt better, now
A garden is its own perfect world
Where everything has a place
Mmm, every leaf, every stone
Every speck of dirt
But wheres my place?
I never felt better, now
I even tried
To get arrested today,
But everyone looked the other way
I count the hours
And I count the days
But for once, Im certain
I never felt better, now
Dont want your help
Dont need your help
Dont want your help
Dont need your help
Helpless x5
[you found a way to make me say, help me please someone] x2
The waters clean
I see that its full of dimes
For every wish, I wonder why
Why all I want
Is something beautiful
A place to rest
I never felt better now
(whistling)
Dont want your help
Dont need your help
Dont want your help
Dont need your help
You found a way to make me say, help me please someone x5
[helpless] (repeated)
Found a way, found a way,
Found a way to make me say, help me pleas someone
[help!!!] x12
song performed by by Faith No More
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Clean Slate
Envy of, a sense of true identity, a sign of confidence to see.
Because when she said "I love that music, too,"
she meant, "Only as long as you want me too."
So sad, we don't see, until we become what they want us to be.
It's too late.
I don't know why,
but what they want me to do,
I do it.
Powered by wealth,
changing myself,
and if they only knew that I knew it.
And it seems that the real life will have to wait,
because the world's so busy,
so busy, cleaning a clean slate.
Oh.
Ahh, hoping to find what's mine,
so I can lead a full life,
use a knife,
and dig in like a cannibal.
Out for,
for myself, but all the things I want are serving someone else.
I don't know why,
but what they want me to do,
I do it.
Powered by wealth,
changing myself,
and if they only knew that I knew it.
And it seems that the real life will have to wait.
As the world keeps cleaning, it's cleaning.
The spin cycle runs round.
A clear decision can be found.
Can't think when my mind,
my mind runs 'round.
song performed by by Quicksand
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Garden Of Peace
Written by dewey bunnel and gerry beckley, 1994
Found on hourglass.
I look inside at the scarlet room
Places to hide in the dusty gloom
A noisy clock and a silver spoon
A china cup on the mantlepiece
Gathering dust as it did in the east
And just outside lies the garden of peace
Oh, tell me is this really true
Can it be, peace has come to me and you
Tell me over, over and over
Tell me is this really happening
Inside this world its beautiful
Peace in this garden has come true
A mirror pond reflects the dawn
Over the banks, cross the emerald lawn
A breeze has come and Im carried along
So follow the path through the knowing trees
And each time you laugh, it is love you release
That love will come back in the garden of peace
So, tell me is this really true
Can it be, peace has come to me and you
Tell me over, over and over
Tell me is this really happening
Inside this world its beautiful
Peace in the garden has come true
Oh, tell me is this really true
Can it be, peace has come to me and you
Tell me over, over and over
Tell me is this really happening
Inside this world its beautiful
Peace in the garden has come true ...
song performed by by America
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A day in field
I was getting wild
But you remained mild
You acted as innocent child
I was to have day in field
I rushed to you
To fall in and get through
Thought it was very true
I did everything to woo
You were so impatient
I was mentally strong but a patient
You response was immediate and instant
We tried to achieve what we hoped for or wanted
All norms forgotten
The idea was ill-gotten
It does not take place often
Even though we take it as fun
The common sense goes off
There is more to enjoy and laugh
Palpitation rise with higher pulse rates
Everything crash at opening gate
Nothing stands on the way
No murmur, no whisper and nothing to say
Eyes all sunk and closed
Full of intoxication and dozed
Who cares for what is happening around?
Morning sun rays may fall on the ground
Cool breeze and air nicely to be found
Silence prevail with no steps to go round
What is next in store?
Pity, guilt or heavy snore
End of heaven and nothing more to explore
Heavy excitement and ignition more
Will it pave the way?
Clear the air with complete say
No more empty feeling but fulfillment
Meting of eyes with no more comments
It is said number of times
Love is like poem with beautiful rhythms
Full of quotes and unquote later
Realization if any may be considered better
The only loss is initiative or charm
The end has been realized with so much harm
There may still be fear of desertion
Lot of anxiety with full of questions
We may wake up to find hard reality
You may have full sense and capability
Still it may raise many eye brows
If it is interrupted with its flow
All blessing are for those
Who are prepared to face and pose?
Nothing matters even if with stiff challenge
Such is the stage to countered with the age
All goes well with all privacy
Then nothing remains as secrecy
Much to converse with increase in frequency
The stage is delicate and considered as fancy
Let all the facts stand ignored
Let all the norms violated and not explored
It is still a quest for finding a true companion
Love is not to be lost for forming union
It is very delicate and hard
Cautiously to move forward
When no support is found
Still it gains momentum around
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A third sense
There are many unfortunates who lack skill
They have enough power to perform but lack will
They are favored less because of sans intelligence
We do see them away from us and sitting across fence
It is God gift to have gifted with common sense
We do behave abnormally and commit nonsense
It is all pardonable and taken it as out of ignorance
It has different angle with variety of clever fragrance
These are fortunate people with blessings from the God
They are never afraid of anybody not even of divine rod
They have easy access and are considered full of wisdom
No one dares to challenge their action and questions seldom
Even animals have deep sense of gratitude and respect
They may not explicitly express or exhibit any pact
It is deep sense of submission that comes to fore
It is clear and shining example never witness before
How do we get then indication something in advance?
Do we consider miraculous escape as mere chance?
Can we term it as telepathy or working of third sense?
Is it possible to have occurred in anybody’s presence?
It may be coincidence or mere chance that takes shape
Person is saved from possible fall out or trap
Some signal is caught by him not to go for certain things
It might prove mishap either on road, air or in rings
We may be compelled to forgo certain action as precaution
You may have in depth feeling to go slow with caution
These are the indications we receive as divine signals
It may help you some times from disaster and annual
Try to follow the inner dictates as divine spirit
It is nothing but simple blessings with its limit
It may forewarn you in advance not to go for it
You may remain cool despite having generated lot of heat
We tend to ignore it on many counts
It may look stupid and doesn’t sound
No substance of any worth is found
We may prefer long route and go round
If it is destined to take place then no one can escape
Even if you try for good things you may not be able to shape
It is definitely the emergence of third sense that prevents
We are saved from embarrassing position without any comments
Help to self and help to others too
It may be guiding force which may come true
Try to understand and decode the code
See to it that it may not take you to heavenly abode
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A fortunate one
Lucky you and lucky me
Sitting under shade of the tree
To add one more and make it three
World may look sound and almost free
Nice imagination with wonderful ideas
Trying to woo her with my honest pleas
It was not new but stored in corner of mind
Always searching for match but not to find
I found her anyway as lucky to be called
She had in past many initiatives stalled
I too was not desperate but followed with zeal
She relented and agreed later as it was real
One may not find suitable match at all
He may go on making frantic efforts or several calls
It may come all of sudden at an appointed hour
You may rejoice with joy and role on the floor
One dreams of change in life when gains adulthood
He or she is forbidden to look in neighborhood
He may find it luckily in near by place
He had to search elsewhere if not found favorable in case
Sometimes you are drawn at females with outer beauty
All may fascinate us with their beautiful face and look so pretty
You may be making full circle around the city
With a hope that it may result in reality
“Who can be considered lucky? ” that may be known little later
It may prove bone of contention or important subject matter
The time may prove good healer and ship may anchor safely
The realization may soon take over sooner or little later
Luck may favor and life may move on with great speed
You may go for big adventure without any greed
It may be highly motivated and in accordance with need
You have full burden on your solder for family to feed
She may come to be known as lucky star
You may not like to remain away or very far
She may also prefer to stay by the side of you
She may try her best to remain companion true
Life is like two wheels of motor
It moves on water as simple floater
What we need most is to push it with efforts
Always remain faithful by maintaining good rapports
Neither to crate bitterness nor driving any wedge
Always to remain together by cementing the bridge
We hinge on bare thread and try to reach an edge
The relation must last long till it has reached an age
No one is lucky but credit goes to all
In distress we pull together by responding to a call
It may be joint effort that may bring smile
Life may just move on and not stop for a while
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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10 Days
Having been born in my own yard
I never knew a reason to leave.
But when a flower from the other side of the fence called my name
it brought me to consider.
But the prospect seemed ludicrous-
I shall stay on my side of the fence.
Upon closer look the beautiful flower again called my name
I saw the petals were smooth and green.
So I jumped the fence, and tried to place myself in the ground next to the flower
laboriously digging all around it, trying to become one with it.
The following 3 days, while I dug, the beautiful flower withered in the hot wind and on the fourth crumbled beside me.
Feeling compelled to myself wither and crumble with guilt
on the other side of the garden another flower called
feeling hopeless and tormented I followed the voice for four more days until I came upon the flower
standing alone on parched soil, famished and dying.
Suffocating in my own misery
for 2 days I attempted to penetrate through the dry, cracked ground to bind myself to this lone, beautiful flower I found among weeds and sticks
and eventually dug this flower up as well, which too died
I thought about where to go from here
but so weakened I myself began to wither and crack.
10 days after leaving my yard
my skin flaked off
my teeth fell out
my bones became ashes.
poem by Louie Vizcarra
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Lost And Found
You know the question, find the answer
Stirring deep within your mind
Don't Have to Promise, You have a reason
For what it is you need to find
I was searching, until I found it
And I saw it in you
It seems so real, but I can feel me
Getting closer to you
If clocks could stop, time wouldn't waste
And I could tell you once more
That we are running, without eachother
There's not much to live for
I tried to find, the side you hide,
The side that pushes me away,
You're standing close so, I can tell you
That I wish you would stay
I wouldn't know myself
I'm lost without you here
If you could see my side
I will wait for you, no matter what you do
Cause you're a part of me now
We will see this through
Go on to something new
We were lost but now we're found
As days go by, you're fading faster
Looking for something new
It's hard to notice, you're looking past me
When I'm right within your view
I wouldn't know myself
I'm lost without you here
If you could see my side
I will wait for you, no matter what you do
Cause you're a part of me now
We will see this through
Go on to something new
We were lost but now we're found
It's been a bumpy road
I'll try to carry your load
I'll try to understand
Your fate is in your hands
If you could see my side
I wouldn't know myself
I'm lost without you here
If you could see my side
I will wait for you no matter what you do
Cause you're a part of me now
We will see this through
Go on to something new
We were lost but now we're found
We were lost and now we're found
song performed by by 1208
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Master of my Soul
Where are those times
The years gone so fast
Time to get out of leash
Shall walk my mind away
let fly between and with all stars.
Away from suffocating cold one
that keeps drenching my lungs in pain
I know now there's no chance
to accommodate,
finaly found my 'when':
My soul, is not a fake is not a slave
my song was meant to fly
have found a way to be myself again
to put me back as one.
I learned how to eat pain on bread
it taught how to forgive, forget
such place full of solitary memoirs
Should I leave them unread,
untouched,
to decompose! ?
I need to search no more for
shiny star
Why would I?
I could be one.
Discovered how to fly
There are so many other stars
Each day one could inspire
new life new smiles new start
could grow more hearts on fire...
Life to become my real love
no more dead end...
My life shall be no more a beg
I will own nothing but my soul.
have found a bigger happiness
true life is way more than the casting
mould of self...
The master of my soul is me
-and me?
...Oh... Universe
is what one day
we all shall find us be...
poem by Elena Sandu
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In Beautiful Garden
Love blossoms in beautiful garden
Flowers boom in colorful shape even
Some fully spread and some just coming out
This is how the life brings change about
Do the flowers need any show?
Do they need some support to grow?
Not at all as it is natural change
It has taken place with the emergence of age
Flowers have natural tendency to attract
It is argument supported by fact
Whether you like or dislike, it can’t be denied
The real fact remains to be seen and can’t be lied
Flowers too need good environment
Lovely people to look at with nice comments
If nature does not find its lovers
Its importance will not be lost however
It has direct relation with good music
What ever seen and observed is accepted as basic
Think of cool breeze in early morning with bird’s voice
You may definitely dislike the little disturbing noise
It makes you to sink over lost opportunities
There is enough of time to think over its futilities
But some changes are always welcome
They are certain and bound to come
In life you may need partner
It has to happen sooner or later
If that is synchronized to the tune
Life will become sweet with fortune
Garden may look barren without flowers
Land may look deserted without rain showers
It is natural blessings that you got to respond
Your wish and goal definitely corresponds
Life has to be challenging with enterprise
It must move on even with surprises
How a flower can be looked with out fragrance?
Life too will be looked without charm without its presence
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Have Learned
I’ve learnt to understand that….
A prohibitive degree of inner freedom –
Not a caprice but a strain.
Up to the end it will remain!
I’ve learnt to understand that….
The tales we dream up
We write out of our own head.
And…. we should cherish that!
I’ve learnt to break up the rules,
So that no one should be hurt.
Using my own tools,
I would like to avoid the dirt.
I’ve learnt to believe that….
There are no ideal relations.
They can be sometimes a brief,
Very often with a frustration.
I’ve learnt to feel that….
Striving for harmony I love disharmony.
Loving in everything the truth
The lies sometimes sooth.
I’ve learnt to be patient,
Though not everyone knows it.
It’s better to be absent
Than to throw a stone into a shit.
I've learnt not to be afraid of any competition,
There is only right or wrong choice,
There is only someone's ambition,
There is only strong or weak voice.
I've learnt to understand that....
Love can't be found where it doesn't live,
If love exists it can't be hidden.
A true love can't be forbidden.
I’ve learnt to understand that….
Love can't be found where it doesn't exist,
Love can't be hidden where it is.
A true love you can persist.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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A real taste
No one should share blame
Even if it goes into flames
Love at first sight is God’s gift
I may end later in scuffle and rifts
It may not happen with all
It has nothing to do with fall
You are destined to scale a wall
Consider it challenge or call
You are not in devastation
It is completely out of question
It has direct bearing with some relation
It is in purest form with some indication
It is usual to stay but unusual to part
There is slight deviation even if try to be smart
You can make it holy or unholy
Some one has to share the burden wholly
You may suddenly face the dark
The relation may definitely witness some spark
There has to be some beginning or start
I is better to remain together than to part
Facilitate the break up and you are at loss
In your home you are definitely a boss
Love needs proper nurturing and attention
Any bitterness need not find any mention
It may not find the favor
Though the reason may be minor
We are meant to drive ship
That is taste of the real friendship
You may look calm and quiet
Don’t allow others or let
Sentiments must remain within closed wall
It may certainly avoid the down fall
You are not running away from the scene
Your rift and unreasonableness may clearly be seen
One of you may definitely be keen
You must remain as close as had been
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A bottom of heart
Such nice feeling from bottom of the heart
No one knows exactly when it will end or start
It can not be marketed all over for certain price
It is so precious and its feeling is very nice
Books after books are written on this subject
No one has advanced any particular reason to reject
It has such a tremendous driving force to sweep
You will be left with joy and later on only to weep
No one should live under fallacy
It has lots of joy and fantasy
Not difficult but it is not that easy
Keeps you wondering and very much busy
One may be counting starts in night
No one may know exactly what is right?
It is to be felt from within and alone
It has its own joy to be enjoyed by one
Have you seen person weeping with joy?
Talking silently with beautiful toy
It is such a unique feeling in lovely life
More joy of having her than making a beautiful wife
It is delicate phase one may pass through
All lies around and nothing seems to him true
Only one word strikes his mind all the way
“I long for you and can not remain away”
It is nice to feel all the way very good
No care for anybody and neglecting the food
It is like child asking for impossible
Landing in unexplored field with trouble
You may rightly attempt to write poetic verses
Tearing papers, writing all over and near misses
Nothing goes right from the beginning
It has disastrous start with the innings
One may try to hide the face but can not cry in open
Try to prove point by painting gloomy side with pen
Then also if no way is found out, going for long drive
Thinking all the positively how to come out of it and survive
May be it is lover’s exclusive zone
All novel ideas and new concept is borne
There is no room for backing out or escape route
No norms or any kind of rules to flout
It is always good to pass through such stage
It gives tremendous strength and power to manage
It can take place at any time and in any age
It will certainly be a unique experience and golden page
Almighty has made certain things for each other
Sometimes it may add to tension and make us to bother
But ultimate end will be very much positive and in order
The noble act has to be performed by not crossing the border
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What Am I Without Beliefs, Without Hope, Without Dreams?
So many beautiful things and wonders
Surround me
But I, in my isolation and weariness
Cannot see
If you were to build a fine crystal palace
I would compliment every detail
But inside brush it off as a mere shack
Because beautiful to me isn't real
If you bought me a world
You would bring me to tears
Because I won't let myself achieve
Beyond my dream fears
I fear I'm so far gone now
I may be unable to return
I've lost my way
And with every turn
I'm distancing myself
All my life
I've waited for my dreams
Pinned my life on them
But it's not what it seems
I could have them
If I genuinely wanted
My dreams to come true
I could have reached them by now
But no, it's Alex who?
I've failed
If I was worthy of them
I would have found a way
Despite the pain and fear
I wouldn't now say
I've failed
Is it still worth trying?
I guess I'll always say yes to that
But still it seems I'm beyond my sell-by date
And I just don't know what the point is without my dreams
I guess that's why I held onto them for so long
But they're not coming true
And I've only myself to blame
Because if you want something that much in this world
You reach out and grab it
And never let go
But I see now I've been a coward
This whole time I thought I was being strong
By just holding on
But that was a lie
Maybe I wasn't born for this
Maybe I wasn't born for anything
Maybe everything I believe in isn't real
That's what seems to be happening
And without my dreams I am nothing
Not worth anything
To me
At some point, I'm going to lose it completely
Freak out, go nuts, lose my cool, whatever
And then I suppose that will be the final decider
Dreams or this continued
Life or a slow and lifelong death
And I don't have faith in myself right now
I don't believe in this shell of a person
Because right now everything is crumbling around me
All that was real is not
And all that was not real now is
So what am I supposed to do?
If these are all tests to see if I'm worthy
To make me into the person I'm 'meant to be'
Then maybe I'm just going to fail at those tests
Not everyone passes every test in life
I'm not an achiever
I was a believer
But that has been stolen
Science came along and took away imagination
And now I just don't know what to believe
Through it all; through everything
I've always believed in something
'There's always something'
'Religion and Beliefs'
'People I care about'
'The person I'm meant to be'
My dreams.
But they're slipping down the drain faster than water
And I can't seem to reah out and hold on anymore
But without my dreams
What the hell do I do with my life?
Simple answer: die
poem by Alex Daydream
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“The Journey Called Life”
From where I have started to where will I end,
The journey has been long, winding and tiring.
From nothing to something… it has never been an easy adventure.
I have been tried with luck; tried with hard works;
I am tried with pains and heartaches too…
I have found love and lost it… I have found new one, I’ve tried to keep it.
I have found friends and only few remains,
I have found money, but it never really stays.
The lesson of journey is uncontainable.
I want to move on as life is moving on…
I wish to move on with it, I want to go on its flow.
To an unpredictable journey called life,
Walking alone in this path, with guts and determination.
By God’s grace and guidance.
I want to continue the journey once more…
A journey where people would remember me
As a lady who won a million smiles and conquer goodbyes.
I keep on taking my unavoidable journey in this deep blue sea with struggles and hopes.
Until one day, my journey will bring me to my destiny, that’s then that I will be home.
-aira
poem by Aira Olayvar
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Forgive Me
Forgive me for all my past sins
It was pursued with no aim of any win
It was just a young man’s venture
Without knowing its implications or future
I had proved weak to all the challenges
Failed to materialize support or ably managed
It was colorful life with appetite for all fancy thoughts
Life really seemed unique battle but never fought
I was becoming desperate when at beautiful garden
How many birds were visiting at odd time even?
The flowers were giving long magical spell
There were no enough words to dwell or tell
How can one resist the temptation?
To find all good company in relation
There was nothing to hide as it existed
All joy and fervor wished and insisted
Many lovely birds may move in desired direction
Make strong appeal for union with their action
I too had craze for surrendering to the nature
Everything was available and asking for sure
Forgive me for being bold and little rude
But nothing seemed to me wrong with its prelude
I found myself beautiful figure in mirror despite being nude
I failed to understand why other ideas did not intrude?
It was tender age to mingle with young companions
Form a group and make frequent smooth associations
Life was full of ventures to write with on golden page
Inscribe with own hand what can be best in such young age?
I would love to ask for forgiveness
But it had brought certainly the shine on face
There was clear mad rush and simple drive
Whether one had open mind to accept and believe
After years of long spell I sincerely apologize
Not for all nice acts that led to antagonize
But show of disrespect to elders for not submitting
Landing no ears to their advices or admitting
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Best Bet On Chinaski - Better Day B-side
Henry took out all the wrong and never thought
Do you know what hed say, its a beautiful day
Henry took out all his money and found he had none
Do you know what hed say, its a beautiful day
And he would not buy the things that you were handing down
And he would not clear it off for you and leave you lying down
Henry found the love and he found it just today
Do you know what hed say, its beautiful day
Put my face in all the things that Ive never done
Do you know what hed say, its beautiful day
And he would not follow things that others said or done
And he would not follow things that you call everyone
cause henry found the note and he found it hard to give away
Do you know what hed say, its a beautiful thing
Bottled up a ticket to God knows where
Do you know what he said to the driver, its a beautiful day
And he would not follow things that you were handing down
And he would not buy the alternate news when the dogs were being drowned
cause henry found the love and he found it today
Do you know what hed say, its a beautiful thing
And you know what he knows, that its a beautiful day
And you know what hed say, that its a beautiful day
cause henry got it all and he found it just today
Do you know what hed say, its a beautiful day...
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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