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Into Another Wilderness

somewhere in a deep forest
away from the prying eye
there i found a corner
for you and me
one day the passers-by
will find creepers wound
on us bearing fruit and flower
with strange roots
sustaining us
come my love,
let's shun this
sterile wilderness
and give our soul
the place where it
rightfully belongs

02oct2009
09.16hrs

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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My Way Home

I will give it all
We've all been down the dusty road trying to see around the bend
In search of something
Lots of faces different places, emptiness had settled in
And then I saw him
I'm the lover of your soul
Deep inside this man that I know
Vision picture perfect world as you focus in the lens
Fairy tale begins
I'm so happy that I found you
I just wanna break down and cry and laugh and hug and kiss
I'm the lover of your soul
Deep inside the man that I know
I will give it all and let go
Through his eyes I find my way home
He can take me to heaven
That's why I need him, and I want him
That's no one I'll ever love, no other can touch him
I will promise you with all I am
I'm the lover of your soul
Deep inside this man that I know
I will give it all and let go
Through his eyes I'll find my way home
I will find my way
I will find my way
I will give it all
I'm the lover of your soul
Deep inside this man that I know
I will give it all and let go
(go go go go)
I will give it all and let go

song performed by by Jessica Simpson
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Wild Forest Flower

Rough around the edges but a tender center
This is my wild forest flower
Short and slender with long flowing blonde hair
This is my wild forest flower
A loving heart that goes beyond what I can see
This is my wild forest flower

I want to hold my flower in my hands
Wondering why she holds back and refuses to stand
I water it every now and then to watch it grow
But it takes too long because it’s a little slow
So I wait patiently for the flower to begin to rise
Even though I can still hear the weeping willows cries

Firm and hard headed but with a loving touch
This is my wild forest flower
Always hiding and always scared like a little child
This is my wild forest flower
The only one im willing to be with anymore
This is my wild forest flower

A darkened hush rises in the sky above my flower
The roots slowly exposing themselves out of fear
A forest fire begins in the distance soon to consume it
The fire rages ready to consume the small thing in power
This little bitty flower that I love and hold so dear
but I laugh because I know how this fire got lit

poem by Branden Aeling
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Roni

The truth about Roni, she? a sweet little girl
You could treat her nice real and hold her tight
Only tenderonis can give special love
A special kind of love that makes you feel good inside
If you believe in love and all that it can do for you
Give it a chance, girl, you?l find romance
And if you find a tenderoni that is right for you
Make it official, give her your love
My heart (Woo) belongs to tenderoni (She? my only love)
She? my only love (My only heart, baby)
My heart (Yeah) belongs to tenderoni (She? my only love)
She? my only love
The truth about Roni, she? always on the phone
Talkinto her homeboy, wishinthey were home alone, ooh
She send you lovely letters with the smell of sweet perfume
This is what a real tenderoni likes to do to you
And if you believe in love and all that it can do for you
Give it a chance, girl, you?l find romance
And if you find a tenderoni that is right for you
Make it official, give her your love, ooh, yeah
My heart belongs to tenderoni (She? my only love)
She? my only love (My only heart)
My heart belongs to tenderoni (She? my only love)
She? my only love
The truth about Roni, she? a sweet olgirl
About the sweetest little girl in the whole wide world
She?l make the toughest homeboy fall deep in love
Said once you had a Roni you will never give her up
She? a special kind of girl that makes her daddy feel proud
You know the kinda girl that stands out in crowds
Found a tenderoni and the Roni is so right
I think I? gonna love her for the rest of my life
If you believe in love and all that it can do for you
And if you find a tenderoni that is right for you
Make it official, give her your love, ooh, yeah
My heart belongs to tenderoni (She? my only lover)
She? my only love (My only heart)
My heart belongs to tenderoni (She? my only love)
She? my only love
The truth about Roni, she? a sweet olgirl
About the sweetest little girl in the whole wide world
She?l make the toughest homeboy fall deep in love
Said once you had a Roni you will never give her up
She? a special kind of girl that makes her daddy feel proud
You know the kinda girl that stands out in crowds
Found a tenderoni and the Roni is so right
I think I? gonna love her for the rest of my life
My heart belongs to tenderoni
She? my only love (My only heart)
My heart belongs to tenderoni (She? my only love)
She? my only love
The truth about Roni, she? a sweet olgirl
About the sweetest little girl in the whole wide world
She?l make the toughest homeboy fall deep in love
Said once you had a Roni you will never give her up
She? a special kind of girl that makes her daddy feel proud
You know the kinda girl that stands out in crowds
Found a tenderoni and the Roni is so right
I think I? gonna love her for the rest of my life
My heart belongs to tenderoni
She? my only love

song performed by by Usher
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The Sour Lemon Tree

A sour lemon tree flower attracts the bee
While its fruit is bitter not so its flower
White is its flower sweet and very pretty
Only the fruit is bitter and that's just a pity
As the beauty of its flower resist not a bee
It's the simple truth
Or see the sour lemon tree

With fruit that is bitter bears a lemon tree
But useful is its fruit good for everyday use
Once said a bee... your flower is very sweet
It carries fragrance scented out in the street
Yet bears you fruit bitter no one wants to eat
It's partly the truth
Or see the sour lemon tree

A citrus tree with fruit no other tree bears
Then out of the tree came a nice neat voice
'Twas like a voice of one who's very wise
This is what it said trees are not so free
One made a decree for every bearing tree
It's partly the truth
Or see the sour lemon tree

The Creator decides the fruit a tree bears
Whether it be bitter or whether it be sweet
The Creator decrees for every bearing tree
To bring forth fruit ordained for it to bear
Then sweet or bitter bears a tree its fruit
It's the simple truth
Or see the sour lemon tree.

poem by Clarence Prince
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No Tree Can Stand Tall Without Roots Spread!

Every seed sends roots first,
Finding for soil and ground
where it can stand firm and tall,
stand firm and tall if roots go
deep,
Spread wide to find The sap! single cell that carry life,
Give life to cells and tissues,
Shoot, barks, branches and
leaves,
feed the leaves exposing leaves
to light, Visible tree stands on exposed
roots, not roots visible, Man made boundaries, fence and
compound,
Can't prevent or limit roots or
branches,
Sometimes absorbing soil here,
Branch will extent to neighbouring house,
How one can limit the nature,
or confine growing tree to
narrow circle drawn by man?
So is every life on Earth!
Mankind is like forest of different trees,
Yet all roots of autotrophic trees
deep in the soil,
Only parasitic have those roots,
pierce other tree's heart! Dive deep into yourself,
O man! Can you survive without
Your roots?
know how you are here,
Is it the mortal parent brought
you here, Or your fate,
Only be grateful to their love and
care forever!

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Pleasure XXIV

Then a hermit, who visited the city once a year, came forth and said, "Speak to us of Pleasure."

And he answered, saying:

Pleasure is a freedom song,

But it is not freedom.

It is the blossoming of your desires,

But it is not their fruit.

It is a depth calling unto a height,

But it is not the deep nor the high.

It is the caged taking wing,

But it is not space encompassed.

Ay, in very truth, pleasure is a freedom-song.

And I fain would have you sing it with fullness of heart; yet I would not have you lose your hearts in the singing.

Some of your youth seek pleasure as if it were all, and they are judged and rebuked.

I would not judge nor rebuke them. I would have them seek.

For they shall find pleasure, but not her alone:

Seven are her sisters, and the least of them is more beautiful than pleasure.

Have you not heard of the man who was digging in the earth for roots and found a treasure?

And some of your elders remember pleasures with regret like wrongs committed in drunkenness.

But regret is the beclouding of the mind and not its chastisement.

They should remember their pleasures with gratitude, as they would the harvest of a summer.

Yet if it comforts them to regret, let them be comforted.

And there are among you those who are neither young to seek nor old to remember;

And in their fear of seeking and remembering they shun all pleasures, lest they neglect the spirit or offend against it.

But even in their foregoing is their pleasure.

And thus they too find a treasure though they dig for roots with quivering hands.

But tell me, who is he that can offend the spirit?

Shall the nightingale offend the stillness of the night, or the firefly the stars?

And shall your flame or your smoke burden the wind?

Think you the spirit is a still pool which you can trouble with a staff?

Oftentimes in denying yourself pleasure you do but store the desire in the recesses of your being.

Who knows but that which seems omitted today, waits for tomorrow?

Even your body knows its heritage and its rightful need and will not be deceived.

And your body is the harp of your soul,

And it is yours to bring forth sweet music from it or confused sounds.

And now you ask in your heart, "How shall we distinguish that which is good in pleasure from that which is not good?"

Go to your fields and your gardens, and you shall learn that it is the pleasure of the bee to gather honey of the flower,

But it is also the pleasure of the flower to yield its honey to the bee.

For to the bee a flower is a fountain of life,

And to the flower a bee is a messenger of love,

And to both, bee and flower, the giving and the receiving of pleasure is a need and an ecstasy.

People of Orphalese, be in your pleasures like the flowers and the bees.

poem by Khalil Gibran
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Roni

The truth about a roni, shes a sweet little girl.
You can treat her right, real nice, and hold her tight.
Only tender ronies can give a special love
A special kind of love that makes you feel good inside.
If you believe in love and all that it can do for you
Give it a chance, girl, youll find romance.
And if you find a tender roni that is right for you
Make it official. give her your love.
My heart belongs to tender roni, shes my only love. shes my only love.
My only heart, baby. my heart belongs to tender roni. shes my only love.
Shes my only love.
The truth about a roni, shes always on the phone
Talking to her homeboy, wishing they were home alone.
She sends you lovely letters with the smell of sweet perfume.
This is what a real tender roni likes to do for you.
And if you believe in love and all that it can do for you,
Give it a chance, girl, youll find romance.
And if you find a tender roni that is right for you
Make it official. give her your love, oh yeah.
My heart belongs to tender roni. shes my only love. shes my only love.
My only heart. my heart belongs to tender roni. shes my only love.
Shes my only love.
The truth about a roni, shes a sweet old girl
About the sweetest little girl in the whole wide world.
Shed make the toughest homeboy fall deep in love-
Said once youve had a roni, you would never give her up
Shes a special kind of girl that makes her daddy feel proud.
You know, the kind of girl that stands out in crowds.
Found a tender roni and the roni is so right.
I think Im gonna love her for the rest of my life.
And if you believe in love and all that it can do for you.
And if you ffind a tender roni thta is right for you.
Make it official. giver her your love, oh yeah.
My heart belongs to tender roni. shes my only lover. shes my only love.
My heart, oh yeah. my heart belongs to tender roni. shes my only love.
Shes my only love.
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song performed by by New Edition
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Wilderness Flower

Wilderness flower
Wilderness flower
Beautiful in its innocent blue
In morning young hour
And rain falling shower
Your color is sweetness so true

Like pearls on spring earth
With glowing of light
Each pure and so worth
In arrangement and sight

Wilderness flower
Wearing its headdress so right
My love calls to you

(In the Icelandic wilderness, the first sign of spring are the little flowers you see everywhere – in their blossoming freedom)

poem by Peter S. Quinn
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No One Can Love You More

Give you love 2x
I'm gonna give you all my love, all my love (give you all my love)
Give you love 2x
I'm gonna give you all my love, all my love
I used to be on my own
Every night, every day by myself
Feeling so far from home
How would I know I would go
Down the road that would lead me right into your arms
Destiny told me that you were the one
Stars fill the sky now I've finally found you
Chorus:
No one can love you more
No one can give it all
I'm gonna give you all my loving
No one can love you more
I'll give you my heart and soul
Feel it deep down inside
Give you love 2x
I'm gonna give you all my love, all my love (give you all my love)
Give you love 2x
I'm gonna give you all my love, all my love
I thought I was wasting time
Living in hope that I'd find a new love
Love can be so unkind
How could it be you and me took so long
To discover that dreams do come true
Everything's changed since the day I met you
The sun's gonna shine every time we're together
(Chorus 2x)
Yesterday has gone
And from this moment on you will see
This will be a forever lasting love
Give you love 2x
I'm gonna give you all my love, all my love
Give you love 2x
I'm gonna give you all my love, all my love
(Chorus 2x)
Give you love 2x
I'm gonna give you all my love, all my love
Give you love 2x
I'm gonna give you all my love, all my love
No one can love you more 3x

song performed by by Gloria Gaynor
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Sonnet- God's Creation Is Good

Each flower has some nectar for each Bee;
Each flower has some beauty rather deep;
Each flower has some perfume that is free;
Each flower makes the observer's heart leap.

All religions have good precepts to give;
All religions depict God's love for men;
All religions help mankind better live;
All religions show men way to Heaven.

We ought to take the good things in our life;
We ought to shun all evil thoughts and deeds;
We ought to face in life all kinds of strife;
We ought to plant, to reap better, good seeds.

God made all things with definite purpose,
Expecting man's soul come back in pure dress.

poem by John Celes
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Roots Bloody Roots

Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roooaaaaaahh

I believe
In Our Fate
We Don't Need To Fake
It's All We Wanna Be
Watch Me Freeeaaak !!

I Say
We're Growing Every Day
Getting Stronger In Every Way
I'll Take You To A Place
Where We Shall Find Our

Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots

Rain
Bring Me The Strength
Is Breeding Me This Way
To Get To Another Day
And All I Want To See
Set Us Free

Why
Can't You See
Can't You Feel
This Is Real
Ahhh

I Pray
We Don't Need To Change
Our Ways To Be Saved
That All We Wanna Be
Watch Us Freak

song performed by by Sepultura
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The Child Is Gone

Darling, give me your absence tonight
Take the shade from the canvas and leave me the white
Let me sink in the silence that echoes inside
And dont bother leaving the light on
cuz I suddenly feel like a different person
From the roots of my soul come a gentle coercion
And I ran my hand oer a strange inversion
A vacancy that just did not belong
The child is gone
Honey help me out of this mess
Im a stranger to myself
But dont reach for me, Im too far away
I dont wanna talk cuz theres nothing left to say
So my
Darling, give me your absence tonight
Take all of your sympathy and leave it outside
cuz theres no kind of loving that can make this all right
Im trying to find a place I belong
And I suddenly feel like a different person
From the roots of my soul come a gentle coercion
And I ran my hand over a strange inversion
As the darkness turns into the dawn
The child is gone
The child is gone

song performed by by Fiona Apple
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Discipline

It is stormy, and raindrops cling like silver bees to the pane,
The thin sycamores in the playground are swinging with flattened leaves;
The heads of the boys move dimly through a yellow gloom that stains
The class; over them all the dark net of my discipline weaves.

It is no good, dear, gentleness and forbearance, I endured too long:
I have pushed my hands in the dark soil, under the flower of my soul
And the gentle leaves, and have felt where the roots are strong
Fixed in the darkness, grappling for the deep soil’s little control.

And there is the dark, my darling, where the roots are entangled and fight
Each one for its hold on the oblivious darkness, I know that there
In the night where we first have being, before we rise on the light,
We are not brothers, my darling, we fight and we do not spare.

And in the original dark the roots cannot keep, cannot know
Any communion whatever, but they bind themselves on to the dark,
And drawing the darkness together, crush from it a twilight, a slow
Burning that breaks at last into leaves and a flower’s bright spark.

I came to the boys with love, my dear, but they turned on me;
I came with gentleness, with my heart ’twixt my hands like a bowl,
Like a loving-cup, like a grail, but they spilt it triumphantly
And tried to break the vessel, and to violate my soul.

But what have I to do with the boys, deep down in my soul, my love?
I throw from out of the darkness my self like a flower into sight,
Like a flower from out of the night-time, I lift my face, and those
Who will may warm their hands at me, comfort this night.

But whosoever would pluck apart my flowering shall burn their hands,
So flowers are tender folk, and roots can only hide,
Yet my flowerings of love are a fire, and the scarlet brands
Of my love are roses to look at, but flames to chide.

But comfort me, my love, now the fires are low,
Now I am broken to earth like a winter destroyed, and all
Myself but a knowledge of roots, of roots in the dark that throw
A net on the undersoil, which lies passive beneath their thrall.

But comfort me, for henceforth my love is yours alone,
To you alone will I offer the bowl, to you will I give
My essence only, but love me, and I will atone
To you for my general loving, atone as long as I live.

poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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Mr. Speaker, Americans want, need, and rightfully expect Congress to protect them from the prying eyes of identity thieves and give them back control of their Social Security numbers and personal health information.

quote by Luis Gutierrez
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The Passion Fruit

[The Passion Fruit]

An epic Stanza a Dream if Might the cruel fates play tricks on the love longing mind. For Hope was the plant and Passion the fruit of the hearts implore. And love, Love is the Rain of all growth and for everyday a little rain must Fall.

The Dream of Dreams is to be loved in return by the one you dream of most. And so, her love grew for him as she saw the figure of his shadow in the corridor, and heard the deep soothing sound of his voice. And alas, She sought the longing in her eyes would at one point be returned by his. She knew at this point would be a point of no return.

Love can drive you to do incredible things; it seeks the soul, mind, and the spirit. And just as beauty, love is in the eyes of it’s beholder, for each person love comes differently, by the way they receive it, the way they give it, the way they earn it, and the way they see it. Each is its own plant.

For her it was the Passion Fruit.

She showered this fruit with love, and heartened it with hope. At last the fruit was brimming with Passion.
It was the Passion Fruit.

It was filled with Passion, but it was lacking light.
The light of restoration in which she would finally see the longing in his eyes as they were in hers.
And although she filled it with everything else there was no light, and No plant can survive without light.
Without light there is no hope and without hope there is no plant.

The passion in her eyes became a dull place in a bright world. For in her world there was no light in which to see, and no hope for it to be seen.

And so she faded away.

The day she would leave all passion behind, all hope, and all cares, she told him the story of the Passion Fruit. How it loved, laughed, and lived.

The words she said to him before her final farewell were, “When all seems Dark look for Light for there is always Light you just have to find it. Remember Hope was the plant and Passion the heart’s wish, it’s fruit. And love, Love is the Rain of all growth and for everyday a little rain must Fall.”

“But don’t forget light, for without light you cannot see the rain of love, and without the rain, a plant will cease to exist. I have Finally found my light, but alas I have already gone through a dark tunnel.” These words she uttered before she took her last breath.
He never forgot, for secretly she was his passion, his light, and his rain.

He eventually found another, but he would never love her, for there is only one love, for love is jealous of all others. So, he loved but once and the rest was just of like.

On his last breath he said, “I have found my Light, but at the end of a dark tunnel, for there she is waiting for me, my dream of dreams.”

“My Passion Fruit”

(c) 2006

poem by Kelsey Neystel
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Strange Fruit

(l. allan)
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the roots
Black bodies swingin in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin from the poplar trees
Pastoral scene of the gallant south
The bulging eyes and twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
And the sudden smell of burning flesh
Here is the fruit
For the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather
For the wind to suck
For the sun to rot
For the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

song performed by by Diana Ross
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Lazarus Heart

He looked beneath his shirt today
There was a wound in his flesh so deep and wide
From the wound a lovely flower grew
From somewhere deep inside
He turned around to face his mother
To show her the wound in his breast that burned like a brand
But the sword that cut him open
Was the sword in his mothers hand
Every day another miracle
Only death will tear us apart
To sacrifice a life for yours
Id be the blood of the lazarus heart
The blood of the lazarus heart
Though the sword was his protection
The wound itself would give him power
The power to remake himself at the time of his darkest hour
She said the wound would give him courage and pain
The kind of pain that you cant hide
From the wound a lovely flower grew
From somewhere deep inside
Every day another miracle
Only death will keep us apart
To sacrifice a life for yours
Id be the blood of the lazarus heart
The blood of the lazarus heart
Birds on the roof of my mothers house
Ive no stones that chase them away
Birds on the roof of my mothers house
Will sit on my roof some day
They fly at the window, they fly at the door
Where does she get the strength to fight them anymore
She counts all her children as a shield against the pain
Lifts her eyes to the sky like a flower in the rain
Every day another miracle
Only death will keep us apart
To sacrifice a life for yours
Id be the blood of the lazarus heart
The blood of the lazarus heart

song performed by by Sting
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Perfect Harmony

In a world so far away
At the end of a closing day
A little child was born and raised
Deep in the forest on a hidden place
Mother never saw his face
Ancient spirits of the forest
Made him king of elves and trees
He was the only human being
Who lived in harmony
In perfect harmony
The woods protected, fulfillled his needs
Fruit by birds, honey by bees
He found shelter under trees
He grew up in their company
They became his family
A thousand seasons
They passed him by
So many times, have said goodbye
And when the spirits called out his name
To join forever, forever to stay
A forest spirit he became

song performed by by Within Temptation
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Perfect Harmony

In a world so far away
At the end of a closing day
A little child was born and raised
Deep in the forest on a hidden place
Mother never saw his face
Ancient spirits of the forest
Made him king of elves and trees
He was the only human being
Who lived in harmony
In perfect harmony
The woods protected, fulfillled his needs
Fruit by birds, honey by bees
He found shelter under trees
He grew up in their company
They became his family
A thousand seasons
They passed him by
So many times, have said goodbye
And when the spirits called out his name
To join forever, forever to stay
A forest spirit he became

song performed by by Within Temptation
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A Digit Of The Moon

This book is written for Man's ultimate need,
A creed of joy sent down to the aged Earth
From days of happier daring and more mirth
To comfort and console all hearts that bleed.
Here shall ye find how Love, that mastering weed
Of tropic growth and paradisal power,
Sprang in a night and found its fortunate hour
And was fulfilled of glory, flower, fruit, seed,
A wonder to the Forest.--O ye souls
Of men and women, who on Time's whim wait
Nor clutch her hem when Pleasure turns to flee!
Read of these two, who ill content with doles
Rose in their rage and gave assault to Fate
And won their birth--fruit. Read. Nay, dare it ye!

poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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