Secrets Of Life
Mysteries
once
pondered
unknown
nowapparent.
When the
threads
of life
begin to
unravel.
Time has
a way
of letting
it's secrets
be
revealed.
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One Of The Great Mysteries Of Nature
A bird or wild animal when they sense death is upon them will crawl under thick cover for to die
Why this should be great minds have often pondered though they did not come up with the answer why
Beast or bird to die will try to crawl to cover it's something way beyond them to explain
It's one of the great mysteries of Nature and as a mystery forever 'twill remain.
There are so many mysteries in Nature and us humans despite our advanced technology
Cannot unlock Mother Nature's deepest secrets and Nature to us still a mystery
Some seem to think that wild creatures die in cover from their enemies to hide themselves away
But that is just one of a thousand theories and I would rather stick with 'who can say'.
There are so many mysteries in Nature and her secrets she doesn't share with you and I
And Mother Nature to me still remains a mystery though I've lived near her since I was a young boy
And those who say they know of Nature's secrets they kid themselves or if not that they lie
For Mother Earth to us remains a mystery though to understand her ways we never cease to try.
The bird or beast for to die will try to crawl to cover even
from their own kind they wish to die alone
And why this should be to us remains a mystery and none of Nature's secrets to us known
As the years go by we acquire greater knowledge but people like the Seasons come and go
But Nature with secrecy will guard her secrets and her secrets are not for us to know.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Secrets In My Mind
Many secrets have lurked in my mind
For years I have told no one around me
Into my mind a door where they hide
And a lock on it that won't let anyone in
The only one to pass through is myself
I have the key to open the lock to my secrets
No one will ever hear the secrets that I hide
There is one thing that I will reveal
I will say that I never have revealed my true self
My real identity lies within myself
Afraid to come out and take over me
Letting everyone see who I really am in life
poem by Sarah Bruun
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What Has Been Revealed
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with eyes tightly closed...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with an upturned nose...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with pretensions,
Left to charade.
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with the cool-aid made...
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even with debates...
Created for more time to waste.
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even those who protest,
Unaccepting with wishes to reject!
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
Even the message,
And the messenger to detest!
What has been revealed,
Has been revealed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Naidz
haud ignota loquor
Hear me first
do not harm me
and listen to me
because from the
beginning
when i invented the word
now that you read
the lines
now that you connect
as threads
of my thoughts
time after time
when you begin to know
me, let me tell you,
as you relate and
begin to identify...
i have never spoken
of unknown things..
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Secrets.
No matter how open our lives
we have secrets inside our head.
Secret fears, loves, hopes and desires
we hide them in our mind
never to be revealed.
Secrets we keep only to ourselves
some are imaginary,
some are very real
only we know which is which,
but none will be revealed.
They are our secrets
and only ours to keep.
14-15 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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In the Letting Go
In the letting go,
A freedom unknown
Becomes as welcomed
As fresh falling snow...
On Pine trees green.
In the letting go,
A release becomes sacred
To experience,
As an unpolluted breeze...
To breathe a feeding done easily.
In the letting go,
One knows a life has arrived to be explored.
In the letting go...
An unexpected flow,
Connects.
To all.
And all that is there to be shared,
Comes.
To the one letting go to let life be as it is,
To live as wished!
Without restricted limits inflicted.
In the letting go,
So much that isn't within reach...
Instantly becomes available to touch.
In the letting go,
There is such a thing called living.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mysteries Revealed
Mysteries that men have heard, are revealed in God’s Word.
What were once mysteries, have been revealed for all to see.
The mystery of Jesus Christ, who’s the very Author of all life.
A mystery of purpose in Christ, how in Him we have New Life.
Another mystery of Jesus Christ, is how we gain Eternal Life.
There’s the mystery of Israel, and how they fit into God’s will.
Israel is hardened for awhile, so God can include the Gentile.
God didn’t forget the nation; they’re included in His Salvation.
By redemption in God’s Son, Jew and Gentile become one.
The mystery of The Gospel, and how in Christ it was fulfilled.
And the mystery of The Church; those in Christ by New Birth.
My Friend, not to be remiss, there’s the mystery of Godliness.
The mystery of His Revelation; an unveiling of God’s Salvation.
The mystery of end times friend; what God shall do in the end.
The mystery of hope in Glory; the purpose of the Gospel story.
Behold, I show you a mystery, one that every eye shall see.
Christians will not all see death, but be changed in a breath,
In the twinkling of an eye, they will see Christ, but will not die.
While men left upon the earth, will not see men of New Birth,
For only those men born again, shall be raptured in the end.
All the mysteries of past sages, are fulfilled in the Rock of Ages.
God spoke in prophets of old, in Christ fulfilled mysteries untold.
Christ’s Revelation revealed to all, redemption from Adam’s fall.
Christ revealed His Salvation, to every Jew and Gentile nation.
If you accept Christ as Lord, the mystery is a mystery no more.
The secrets of life...
As I peruse the pathways of memories within my mind,
I relive it all like a wave of emotion washing over me,
Paddling in a sea of distant dreams once lived,
My dreams have made me the man that I am today,
Yet I seek more, I yearn to know the secrets of life it's self,
To look into the eye of existance and say, 'I know you! '
The secrets of life tempt and torture me daily,
For these secrets have never been set in stone,
Open your heart and life's secrets shall be revealed...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Family Secrets
Every family has its secrets
hidden in the dark corners of the past,
the ones passed down
from generation to generation
never to be revealed to the outside world.
Some are considered shameful,
others fill the heart with dread,
all them are secrets
best kept within the family.
Some do reveal themselves
in the most astonishing ways,
an innocent conversation
and something never talked about
is suddenly revealed.
Something thought so shameful,
means nothing anymore,
but is never cast aside
and someone wishes
that earlier that secret
should have been revealed.
Many lives are turned
upside down now
and will never be the same.
Now the shame is not in the secret,
but in that, it was never revealed.
8 April 2011
poem by David Harris
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Had I Known
Had I known then what I know today
Would that have changed anything?
Back then I'd not been ready for it,
Not ready to accept life's sting.
I needed to come upon it slowly
And feel it in my breath.
That which I needed the most
Was the understanding of death.
When you are in the thinking stage
You begin to wonder and seek
Why life turns out to simply be
Just a glimpse or a peek
Into the mysteries that surface
and are hard to figure out.
They can be called the unknown,
Things we don't know about.
But isn't that why we've come to earth?
to try our best to learn?
And had I known then what I know today
I'd have wanted a quick return
To where it was I ventured from.
And then I would never know
the answers to any of these mysteries
that slowly helped me to learn.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Tragic Letters
Dirty secrets
kept so quiet
No anger revealed
and then out comes a riot
A disturbing unknown
only you discern the meaning
of your weary thoughts
of you emotions back and forth leaning
Your words in darkness
your true actions veiled
when will the world know everything
in mysteries your jailed
Maybe you'll finally be open
and tell the world of the true you
But rejection and judgment could be the result
So this you will never do
But now you've found your way
to let the world see you whole and make things better
they'll see all your anger and hate
through one action and tragic letter
This action
called suicide
This letter
NOTHING hides
poem by Twisted Strange
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Keeping Secrets And Continuing To Love
i keep the secrets. They are meant to be kept,
like moles inside our thighs
those that stain our bellies but
they are those, these secrets,
that make us alive. You will never know them.
They are secrets and they are meant to be kept.
Like treasures. They glow before my eyes,
when you are not around, as i open my chest
and one by one i touch them
account for them and kiss them with my lips.
These secrets. These make me alive.
For the coming years. When i am with you.
You will never know them.
They feed on me and I feed on them.
Everyday. Every moment, when i am about
to die and surrender to the ghosts of my
emptiness.
I will let you go for a while. I tenderly sleep
with my secrets in bed. I cup them with my hands
like water to my mouth. I hug them with my arms.
I lay my heavy legs on them. They make me alive.
Even without you. I put them back on my chest.
Inside the fifth chamber of my heart.
Inside the tiniest neuron of my brain.
Inflatable. Indestructible. These secrets.
These are the ingredients of my life.
When you will know them, if you insist,
and really insist, and i advise you to
please do not persist, when you know them
at first glance, like Medusa's glance,
when you look at them and understand
you will turn to stone. And i too will
turn into a serpent, now, Medusa's slave.
Unravel them not, therefore. We must live.
This normal life. Pretenses and Defences.
Walls and Fortresses. Love and Secrets.
Understand them not. As I too must.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fallin Out Of Love
(jon imms)
He says he loves her...what can you say to that
Hes made up his mind and there aint nothin you can do
And as you swallow hard...maybe you drive all night
Tryin to figure out where the whole thing started goin wrong
And in the silence something begins to unravel
You never knew him like youll be knowing him now
Chorus:
Fallin out of love and back into your life
Pullin your heart out from under the knife
Closin the door on all those dreams you used to know
Fallin out of love and back on your feet
Turnin away from that dead end street
Finding out that nothing feels as good as letting go
Thats when he called you up out of the blue one day
And you know he thinks hes talkin to the girl you used to be
So when you tell him hes just a memory
Aint it funny how his voice cracks when youre sayin goodbye
And in the silence something begins to unravel
He never knew you like hell be knowing you now
Repeat chorus
Tag:
Oh and nothing feels as good as letting go
He said he loved her
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Easter Day
The cavern of departure lounge,
with sadness and farewell.
The dark unconscious,
unresolved foundations of day.
Threads of Oedipus
and the leavetakings of life,
with Passover lintils of blood.
Then the Other side,
joys embraced, threads joined
a tapestry turned around.
A new beginning,
like computers ikon entry.
The daffodil and crocus show
its colour,
and into bloom
the essence to form,
and shadow into substance
Plato's cave all lit.
Like forgiving,
a letting go,
and out of death's chamber
into life.
On easter Dawn.
poem by Bernard Kennedy
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Fear Of Unknown
FEAR OF UNKNOWN
Fear of unknown brings on the storms
Playing havoc with life's sweet dreams
Shattering the hope in everyone's future
Building a world of heartache and torture
Fear of unknown brings about uncertainty
Painting dark colors of insecurity
Filling the souls with sentiments of trepidation
Letting the thoughts wander without navigation
Fear of unknown brings about skepticism
Eroding the trust and faith with pessimism
Only time can bring back the optimism
But ironic it is when believing fatalism
poem by Mittur Ramprasad
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You Begin Again
Sometimes it's hard to believe
How simple life can be
Just when you think
You'll never reach the end
You're finally round the bend and see
There's no need to cry anymore
Life's better than before
Yesterday fades away into the past
The pain you thought would last
Is gone
[Chorus:]
And you begin again
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win
But you begin again
Even though you're heart is breaking
In time, the sun will shine
And you'll begin again
You'll begin again
Life's bittersweet mystery
Never tells what will be
You can create your own reality
And make your dreams come true
It's really up to you
If you begin again
Sometimes you lose, sometimes you win
But you begin again
Even though your heart is breaking
In time, the sun will shine
And you'll begin again
You'll begin again
When you begin again
[Chorus]
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Living In The Desert Of My Dreams
Standing here on the shore of life
A coastline battered by violence and strife
Behind me churns an angry sea
Ahead lies a road unknown, as yet, by me.
And so down this road I shall travel
Its mysteries only time can unravel
But this road has no lights to guide
And I travel with no one by my side.
I have with me no burden of fears
No sadness to grip my heart with tears
No bitterness to blind my eyes
No cynicism to lead me astray with its lies.
The storm that was, has born me new
My soul washed clean, now bold and true
I forge ahead toward challenges untried
All cares and worries cast aside.
Now, amid the arid sweep of endless dunes
Beneath a midnight sky lit by twin moons
Caressed by a breeze as it renews and cleans
I'm living in the desert of my dreams.
poem by Fiona Burgess
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A Song for the Arts
What ever happened to the ARTS?
hurrah for thunder
The illuminates of time preserved teachings
spanning from the aesthetic arts
to the esoteric and philosophical arts.
Historians take pride in moribund conventions
with the aid of a pen, they live in several millennia ago.
They take pride in the classics and internal relations
they are the key to the future.
Linguists take pride in language
they unravel the mysteries of syntax
they drown in the realm of morphology
they are crowned with phonology
and they are talented with semantics.
Musicologists take pride in musical aestheticism
they unravel the mysteries of dance
they take pride in the act of directing
they are the enchantress of the arts.
Thespians take pride in the theatre
they live a live of more than a hundred people
they anticipate the study and criticism of drama
they wallow in the art of direction and dancing
they are the voice of art.
The fine artist has ink running though his veins
has impressionism to give him confidence
the brush to give him style
the clay to give him muse
the cloth to give him money.
The philosophers are logical
they are analytical and metaphysical
they are ethical and factual
they are mathematical and pragmatic
they are intelligentsia.
The grammarians are barbarians
they trade on words and play on words
they are superficially intelligent and
pragmatically conscious. They know the
semantics of life and understand
the phonology of cosmic vibrations
they are endowed with creativity
they are imbibed by the conscience of fair play
their brainwaves are always at a high beta and
their mind is on a linguistic frequency always.
Finally goes the literans
the mad men of abstract knowledge
the illuminates of the unknown
the pride of classical antiquity
the fluidity of all the arts put in one
the spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions
they are blessed with history, grammar, philosophy, theatre,
music, language
they are the root of art.
long live the arts and humanities...
poem by Mathais Orhero
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Hard Wired
Your wants desires
Needs and wishes
Will be duly noted
Processed filed and cataloged
Labeled and encoded
Turned into sitcom dialog
And advertising slogans
Weve got a box to put in your brain
Hard wired for downloading
All the secrets and the mysteries
Youve been selfishly withholding
The dreams and hopes
That once were yours
Will now be collected and dispersed
So the first to come with cash to spend
Will be the first one served
Weve got a box to put in your brain
Hard wired for downloading
All the secrets and the mysteries
Youve been selfishly withholding
Make you think you like to be watched
Displayed on the auction block
Invaded in your own home
Stripped naked on the television
Humiliated in front of millions
Weve got a box to put in your brain
Hard wired for downloading
All the secrets and the mysteries
Youve been selfishly withholding
Weve got a box to put in your brain
Weve got a box to put in your brain
Weve got a box to put in your brain
Weve got a box to put in your brain
Your wants desires
Needs and wishes
Will be duly noted
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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The Gentle Rain of Dundee
The rainbow
And a timeless game
And the echo of
An ancient name
Merge with the sound
Of an engine
Of a far away train
Dissolving
Slowly
With a song
Of sparkling
Love
Sourced from within
Unknown life
Unknown soul
Of unknown name
The gentle rain
Again and again
On Dundee’s land
On Dundee’s hills
Time and time
Bring the story
Of a child life
Of a child name
With the sound of
The falling rain
Revealing
All the secrets
Of the ultimate
Master game
The rainbow
And the timeless name
Eternal in essence
But
Among the crowed is
Nothing but
A fameless
A shadow
Of a mythical
Life
Once lived
In a faraway
Cold Terrain
And bathed daily
In Dundee’s rain
poem by Najib Altawell
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