Happiness depends upon ourselves 1850 Initial Version
Who ask joy, who'd mask ploy, frequently find
heaven or hell enjoyed through choice defined.
(31 January 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Happiness Depends Upon Ourselves 1850 Current Version
Who ask joy, who'd mask ploy, frequently find
heaven or hell enjoyed through choice defined.
Thus happiness explained seems plain: each mind
dreams scene idyllic sensed, not predefined.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Hell Or Heaven
Mama used to say to me
You can make your destiny
Keep your feet planted on the ground
You can always get it back
Make a castle from a one room shack
It's what you make of what you've found
Son you're gonna find out when you're older
There's always been the hand of God
Resting right there on your shoulder
Will it be hell or heaven on Earth
The choice is up to you
Look to the sky, the answer is clear
Are you gonna live life for all it's worth
Choose hell or heaven on Earth
If you live it right
There's nothing to fear
'Cause you'll find heaven right here
Saw a man the other day
Had it made in every way
Till his greed brought him down
He was blinded by the city lights
Now he shivers in the cold at night
Who will save the lifeguard
When he's about to drown
Will it be hell or heaven on Earth
The choice is up to you
Look to the sky, the answer is clear
Are you gonna live life for all it's worth
Choose hell or heaven on Earth
If you live it right
There's nothing to fear
'Cause you'll find heaven right here
You know you're gonna walk on through the fire
You know you're gonna feel the pain
You know you're gonna lose if you wanna win the game
And every time your heart is breakin'
And every time your faith is shaken
Just remember what mama said
Oh yeah
Hope when my time has come
I'm left enough to build upon
Ain't no one gonna say I didn't try
And here's why
Hell or heaven on Earth
The choice is up to you
Look to the sky, the answer is clear
Are you gonna live life for all it's worth
Choose hell or heaven on Earth
If you live it right
There's nothing to fear
'Cause you'll find heaven right here
You'll find heaven right here (x3)
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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The Right Mask
One night a poem came up to a poet
From now on, it said, you must wear a mask.
What kind of mask? asked the poet.
A rose mask, said the poem.
I've used it already, said the poet,
I've exhausted it.
Then wear the mask that's made out of
a nightingale's song, use that mask.
Oh, it's an old mask, said the poet,
it's all used up.
Nonsense, said the poem, it's the perfect mask,
still, try on the god mask,
now that mask illuminates heaven.
It's a tight mask, said the poet,
and the stars crawl about in it like ants.
Then try on the troubador's mask, or the singer's mask,
try on all the popular masks.
I have, said the poet, but they fit so easily.
The poem was getting impatient,
it stamped its feet like a child,
it screamed. Then try on your own face,
try the one mask that terrifies,
the mask only you could possibly use,
the mask only you could wear out.
The poet tore at his face til it bled,
this mask? he yelled, this mask?
Yes, said the poem, yes.
But the poet was tired of masks,
he had lived too long with them,
he snatched at the poem and stuck it in his face.
Its screams were muffled, it wept, it tried to be lyrical,
it wriggled into his eyes and mouth.
Next day his friends were afraid of him,
he looked so distorted.
Now it's the right mask, said the poem, the right mask.
It clung to him lovingly and never let go again.
poem by Brian Patten
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Life and death
This world is driven by two contending powers--
Love, that coerceth Heaven to dwell with dust,
And that dire pledge of Hell's self-perjured Lust--
And as we list must Heaven and Hell be ours.
Not light the election runs: lo, each devours
That savour set in each, while equal gust
Each uses; yet our choice support we must--
Blest wine or, this rejected, sweat that sours.
Love, oft through Hell that seems, acclaims what Heaven!
But Lust, through seeming Heaven, with easy breath
Slides on to Hell, how soon, how richly given!
If Love to heavenly state so quickeneth,
While Lust must e'er in cheating Hell be shriven,
They sponsor what, these powers, but Life and Death?
poem by William Baylebridge
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One & The Same
Feat. ndea davenport
One and the same, one and the same
I wish I could see beyond the filthy blue horizon, see what lies ahead of me
Perhaps Id see the path of my own destruction
And avoid my destiny, she said heaven and hell is one and the same boy
She told me heaven and hell, boy, was one and the same
We all meet somewhere in the middle
She told me heaven and hell, boy, is one and the same
I said it cant be true
I wish I could touch you in some totally new fashion
Who are you girl, Im a man, now I cant guarentee your complete satisfaction
So Im gonna do you the very best way I can
She said heaven and hell is one and the same, boy
She told me heaven and hell, boy, is one and the same
We all meet somewhere in the middle
She told me heaven and hell, boy, is one and the same
I said it cant be true
Wish I could find some time to stop and smell the roses
My landlord wont let me be, my head is full of paranoia
New roses, tryin to consume my identity
She said heaven and hell is one and the same, boy
She told me heaven and hell, boy, is one and the same
We all meet somewhere in the middle, yes we do
She told me heaven and hell, boy, is one and the same
I said it cant be true, it just cant be true
Children grow and women produce and men go work and some go stealin (repeat x1)
Heaven and hell (children grow and women produce), here on earth (and men go work and some go stealin) x7
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Heaven And Hell
What if I told you
There was no place you could run to
To hide from your fears
Where good is bad and bad is good
And all the cries your cry
No one can hear
Is it heaven - is it hell
Life is what you make it only time will tell
Is it heaven - is it hell
Life is what you make it only time...
Need someone to talk to
But theres no one you can turn to
You cry out in despair
Gotta feeling you should be kneeling on your knees
You scream to the air
Lord the pain it takes its toll
The devil wants to take my soul
Tell me what should I do
The answer that you need to find
Is in the seeds youve sown
Its all up to you
Its your life - its up to you
Now its time to choose
Death and destruction is all in your mind
Could hell be the place for the peace you must find
Its your life - its up to you
Now its time to choose
Is God your savior - the key to the light
Or is it hell burning the flames so bright
Its your life - its up to you
Now its time to choose
Times running out - not a second to pause
Be strong in your choice
The decision is yours
Its your life - its up to you
Now its time to choose
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Heaven and Hell
the gambling house
god is outside
counting
who would win his abode
he knows too
who will win and lose
the roulette, the bucclarrete, the black jacks
let them in to find their hell and heaven anyway
if that is what they want
the church
god is inside
quietly
among his flock
sitting right inside them
he knows too who will win his abode
the real apostles from the judases
the hypocrites
scribes and pharisees
let them in anywhere to find their heaven and hell
everything is a gamble
including heaven and hell
and god
the master of the game
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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They’re Both Very Real
Hell dear friend, is a very real place, one with an eternal destination,
There you’ll never see God’s face, but, from Him, a total separation,
Where you find an absence of Grace, for you rejected His salvation,
That way of minds spiritually abase; darkened souls of every nation.
Heaven friend, is the opposite side, for all who trust in Jesus Christ,
When every soul, although they died, enter with God into eternal life,
For The Lamb of God was crucified, to become for all His Sacrifice,
And “It is Finished” Christ had cried, when for men He paid the price.
The testimony of Jesus’ own voice, is Eternal Life to us God giveth,
So today it becomes our choice, to be made before our last breath,
One to eternally weep, or to rejoice, as we enter eternal life or death,
When we listen to The Spirit’s voice, God gives to us Eternal Breath.
These places are not of man’s design, and both friend, are truly real,
The duration of both, is eternal in time, which is why to men I appeal,
And don’t look to reason or rhyme, on how they both make you feel,
In faith, just believe to step in line, and God can give to you His zeal.
Friend, every eye shall one day see, regardless of what they believe,
In Heaven or Hell, for all of Eternity, is what their belief shall achieve,
Hell is where Satan wants all to be, as souls he continues to deceive,
But Heaven is ours through Calvary, when in Christ we simply believe.
(Copyright ©10/2009)
Uncontrite Insight - Tight Flight Write 1836
She flees concrete past ghast
for future comfort sought
from monochrome, no choice,
to polychrome rejoice,
emboldened at last fast
seeking kind consort caught.
(7 January 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Woman’s virtues
If you doubted your mistress’ virtues
She'd be adulterous though she’s not.
If you trusted your mistress’ virtues
She'd be virtuous though she’s not.
Thus you make your life a hell or a heaven.
Neither hell nor heaven would be her abode.
04.03.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Heaven Is Hell Without You
Why don't you come here?
Why don't you see me?
Why won't you call me?
Why won't you free the inner thought?
I have not spoken
In quite a few days
But you have not answered
Have you nothing to say?
Heaven is Hell without you
Oh yes I know it is true
Heaven is Hell without you
What can I do?
You have not tried to
Reach out to see me
How can I trust you?
Long as you don't free inner thoughts
Heaven is Hell without you
Oh yes I know it is true
Heaven is Hell without you
What can I do?
Paradise falling
Into sweet demise
You cannot answer
I cannot stand the paranoia
Oh yes I know it is true
Heaven is Hell without you
poem by Pete Rivera
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Before Departing
Regarding the One, who died for sin, don’t plan to leave without Him,
Don’t you dare leave this earth, unless you’ve experienced New Birth,
Man’s Spiritual Birth, in God’s Son, The Lamb who died for everyone,
The Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, who died so we can have new life.
All men are born on earth naturally, but, shall end their lives spiritually,
And all must become Born Again, as God’s mandate to reach Heaven,
This is The Lord’s only doable plan, for every mortal woman and man,
To reach from this earth immortality, then move into Heaven, eternally.
The Lord does not change, so we must, to avoid returning to the dust,
At the moment of our last breath, consigned to Hell and eternal death,
This change that God’s speaking of, is a glorious change from above,
A change God can make in all of us, through the Spirit of Christ Jesus.
Most will choose Heaven, not Hell, the choice believed sound and well,
But based on merit of their own, while dismissing belief in Christ alone,
As hearts may not be at the place, to understand God’s work of Grace,
Fact, that no one’s good, no not one, and our trust must be in His Son.
In Christ alone we find our Salvation, man’s Redeemer for every nation,
Our salvation alone is in the Name, Christ Jesus, who all men proclaim,
The Savior Himself has told all men, to get into Heaven, be Born Again,
This Truth indeed must be in our heart, before from earth, we do depart.
(Copyright ©10/2009)
Rain from Heaven
rain rain rain rain
the murmer of rain
the sweet song of rain
the wind along with rain
the nostalgic feeling of rain
which can be enjoyed with a sad song
now its raining! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
the dropp that fallen in my face
let it be the last dropp before I die
and let that dropp clean all my guilt
so that my soul will not see hell
then you might hear my sound
along with the next rain; Says
'the rain on that day was from heaven'
(10/2/2009)
poem by Martin Thomas
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Wishing Wells
If there was a wishing well
I would wish there were no hell.
I would wish that all were fine
and water, itself, could be turned into wine.
I would wish that heaven was near
and all the sinners were living in fear.
Alas, there is no wishing well
so everything's going to hell! !
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I'd made my choice
What the hell is it with you?
I had made my choice to go.
And once again you saved me.
I wanted to die.
To bring a means to an end.
I just want to die.
Why can't you see its for the best?
Just let me go.
If I am dead.
You will no longer be burdened.
I've now made my choice.
I am about to try again soon.
If you should find me,
Don't save let me go.
For this is the choice I have made.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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if it was a share
which gave you joy why then ploy
ploy shows greed and fear
quote by by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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Where Was Heaven? .
where was heaven?
when my father died,
with tears in my eyes i cried,
where was heaven?
when i was in jail,
when i was broke and couldn't post bail,
where was heaven?
when i smoked crack,
when my grandfather died from a hart attack,
where was heaven?
when i was broke?
when people looked at me funny and thought i was a joke,
where was heaven?
when i asked god for forgiveness,
when my cousin got murdered and there was no witness,
where was heaven?
when i asked for one more try,
when i had thoughts of suicide,
where was heaven?
when we wanted to end the war,
when america said no more,
where was heaven?
where was heaven on september eleven,
ask yourself where was heaven?
1/16/2009
Copyright ©2009 Jose Murguia
poem by Jose Murguia
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Made It
Muir-Pleasants-Trujillo-
I'm lookin' for a little bit Heaven
Didn't think you'd make it (4x)
Didn't think you'd make it - from where there's no
second chance when you slip
Didn't think you'd make it - to get away most just dip
light and trip
Didn't think you'd make it - you gotta get away or
your mind's gonna rot
So happy that you made it - they called us stupid but
we never got caught
So we're looking for a little Heaven. When we're livin'
in a little Hell
Didn't think you'd make it (2x)
Didn't think you'd make it - it's so hard to make it
when they want you to fail
Didn't think you'd make it
Not all the old Hommies are dead, some are in jail
Didn't think you'd make it - they already reserved us
a cell
So happy that you make it - but we found a little
Heaven in a place like Hell
Where you find a place like Heaven. When you live in
a place like Hell?
Just lookin' for a little bit of Heaven. Yea but this is a
place like Hell
Trying to find a little bit of Heaven in a place like Hell
Lookin' for a little bit of Heaven - I'm lookin' for a little
bit of Heaven
Lookin' for a little bit of Heaven. Heaven
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Bell's Palsy XIX - Moving Finger Writes
Life's lease release few willing seek to peek
beyond the veil, to paradise, hell's burns,
or purgatory. All fear trough and peak,
‘the vale from which no traveller returns'.
Who holds his peace, condemned by double-speak,
who acts his piece, slight recognition earns,
between the two what voice for choice may tweak
advancing chance, who causal dance discerns?
Confined, bedridden, both, unhappy lot
space, trace, forgot ‘as finger writes, moves on'
priorites more pressing are addressed
as movement muscular remains forgot
in race towards oblivion upon
a dice throw, soon replaced by other g[u]est.
(17 January 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Self justification.
It’s not so easy to forget.
The things we did which we regret
Though if we try we may succeed
in justifying every deed.
Convince ourselves we had no choice
Ignore the inner nagging voice.
Which reminds us constantly.
We did what we did willingly.
We know when we indulged our lust
that we betrayed another’s trust.
We did not see it as a crime
and we enjoyed it at the time.
Although in time we realise
that our excuses are all lies.
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