Unlimited
Self soars unlimited, awakes
soul-song, swims unpolluted lakes.
Responses not reactions braid
fair future’s flowing escapade,
no metamorphosis, no breaks,
when intuitions banish brakes.
There is no answer ready made,
nor 'need to be', nor 'feel afraid',
no contradictions, past mistakes
stunt growth. Inspired by all it takes,
no depths unplumbed, life unafraid
rechannels energies relayed
to seed search for fresh bloom which tomb
defies, denies lost lonely gloom …
Unlimited
Responses not reactions braid
the future’s flowing escapade,
no metamorphosis, no breaks,
when intuitions banish brakes.
There is no answer ready made,
nor need to be or feel afraid,
no parody where instinct takes
to growth inspired by past mistakes.
Self is unlimited when wakes
the soul to unpolluted lakes,
whose depths, unplumbed, and unafraid
may channel energies relayed
to seed the search for bloom which tomb
denies, defies all lonely gloom …
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Serenity and Warmth
A chance encounter may precipitate
life’s watershed and somehow change its course
into a current whose unrivalled force
may overcome all obstacles, create
eternity, - where Time’s lease knows no date.
Great expectations met, on and of course,
reject all compromise, pretentions coarse.
Echoes of past regrets disintegrate,
fears fade, opportunities liberate
inner strength whose unplumbed depths are source
reviving joys through sharing intercourse
and empathy, which can anticipate
love's bloom, or friendship's blossom, where two share
serenity and warmth, - fresh growth prepare...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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When Your Lonely Heart Breaks
When your lonely heart breaks
Dont sit counting your mistakes
Dont be waiting for love to come back
Dont be wastin time
Dont be lost in crime
When your lonely heart breaks
When your lonely heart breaks.
Whats your problem, shes gone
Youre still movin, movin on
You got memories, she got strong
Theres a lot of things
That arent gone
When your lonely, lonely heart breaks
When your lonely heart breaks.
When your lonely heart breaks
Dont be cryin for good times you had
When your lonely heart breaks.
When your lonely heart breaks
Dont sit counting your mistakes
Dont be waiting for love to come back
Dont be wastin time
Dont be lost in crime
When your lonely, lonely heart breaks
When your lonely, lonely heart breaks
When your lonely heart breaks.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Nip This In the Bud and Split
Let's take a 'trip' over the border.
And spread our wings quick,
With unlimited ease.
To fly above what others believe...
To soar,
And reach.
And...
Let's take a 'trip' over the border.
And spread our wings quick,
With unlimited ease.
To fly above what others believe...
To soar,
And reach.
You and I out of hiding can be free.
To get rid of any darkness...
Holding onto us to suppress.
And...
You and I can slip from a safety net.
That has us boxed in perceiving,
All our needs will be met,
If a trusted faith we leave...
Behind us!
Clipped and sitting and afraid to take risks.
Ready to give up.
Ready to quit.
Clipped and sitting and afraid to take risks.
Ready to give up.
Ready to quit.
Clipped and sitting and afraid to take risks.
Ready to give up.
Ready to quit.
No one who trys to fly is bored!
Let's take a 'trip' over the border.
And spread our wings quick,
With unlimited ease.
To fly above what others believe...
To soar,
And reach.
Clipped and sitting and afraid to take risks.
Ready to give up.
Ready to quit.
Nip this in the bud and split.
Get up and...
Nip this in the bud and split.
Get up and...
Nip this in the bud and split.
Get up and...
Nip this in the bud.
Nip this in the bud.
Nip this in the bud and split.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Heard to Say From Observances Relayed
With a 'healthy' mix that sits between giving,
And being solicitous...
Those who are unafraid to admit any wrongs perceived,
Or believed committed...
Can be relied upon for their genuine responses.
'Actions speak louder than words! '
Many are heard to say from observances relayed.
With betrayal conveyed by those reluctant,
And in hesitation to make any decisions that must be made.
To leave intentions mentioned,
Less effective than those deeds in faith done.
Allowing a respect no one second guesses to deliver.
'I don't particularly care for his directness!
He is too mean.
I prefer a more evasiveness!
At least a deceit can be easier to receive.
Leaving us all to 'feel' we can 'like' the one who does it! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Earth-quakes?
God shakes
The earth with quakes –
A way, some men, He wakes,
To know the genuine from fakes,
And to prepare more souls for Elysium Lakes!
God takes
Some lives, He makes –
Like fallen leaves, He rakes,
And gives some men more pains and aches –
A way, sometimes, the ‘cakes of souls’, He bakes!
Man takes
No blame for quakes;
He is not wise but makes
All blunders, mortal sins, mistakes,
Without in life, ever applying the brakes!
God makes;
The Maker takes;
Should man not for God sakes,
Then understand the pow’r of quakes –
An index of the Omnipotent’s aches?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-15-2010
poem by John Celes
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The Rose
Some say love it is a river
That drowns the tender reed.
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed.
Some say love it is a hunger
An endless, aching need
I say love it is a flower,
And you its only seed.
Its the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
Its the dream afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
Its the one who wont be taken,
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live.
And the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long.
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong.
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed that with the suns love,
In the spring, becomes a rose.
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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Continuous Is The Flowing
So vast is a Universe.
Where flights of fancy are condoned.
And taken undisturbed...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Free of words spoken,
To utter descriptions of what is seen...
That may come to hinder one's voyage,
With a seeking of definitions...
One will never find on lips to depict the unknown.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
Manifesting a peaceful and pleasing birth of a journey.
Continuous is the flowing that grows.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
And manifesting without a need for validation,
Is this creativity which is never at rest.
Nor is there a time capable enough...
To give to it to satisfy its completion.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
Manifesting a peaceful and pleasing birth of a journey.
Continuous is the flowing that grows.
Only sights are observed within this majesticness.
And manifesting without a need for validation,
Is this creativity which is never at rest.
Nor is there a time capable enough...
To give to it to satisfy its completion.
So vast is a Universe.
Where flights of fancy are condoned.
And taken undisturbed...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Continuous is the flowing...
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
Unlimited and free of boundaries.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So there was always a stunt coordinator on those films that was from Stunts Unlimited and I was just one of the young warriors from Stunts Unlimited that got to be a part of it because it was a big show and they needed a lot of guys.
quote by David R. Ellis
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The Rose
(amanda mcbroom)
Producers for bonnie: harold faltermeyer and gernot rothenbach
Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love it is a a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love it is a flower
And you its only seed
Its the heart afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
Its the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
Its the one, who wont be taken
Who can not seem to give
And the soul afraid of dying
That never learns to live
When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
For the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lives a seed, that with the suns love
In the spring becomes the rose
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Like A Woman
Like a girl my baby aches
and like a woman she
tells all the world she never breaks,
but can’t break free of me.
Like a girl my baby takes
whatever she can see,
but like a woman never makes
her own way to be free.
Like a girl my baby wakes
when it is time to pee,
but like a woman fills like lakes
when we are I and she.
Like a girl my baby quakes
when we two disagree,
but like a woman she awakes
when she and I are we.
Inspired by Bob Dylan’s “Just Like a Woman”
Nobody feels any pain
Tonight as I stand inside the rain
Ev'rybody knows
That Baby's got new clothes
But lately I see her ribbons and her bows
Have fallen from her curls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.
Queen Mary, she's my friend
Yes, I believe I'll go see her again
Nobody has to guess That Baby can't be blessed
Till she sees finally that she's like all the rest
With her fog, her amphetamine and her pearls.
She takes just like a woman, yes, she does
She makes love just like a woman, yes, she does
And she aches just like a woman
But she breaks just like a little girl.
It was raining from the first
And I was dying there of thirst
So I came in here
And your long-time curse hurts
But what's worse
Is this pain in here
I can't stay in here
Ain't it clear that
I just can't fit
Yes, I believe it's time for us to quit
When we meet again
Introduced as friends
Please don't let on that you knew me when
I was hungry and it was your world.
Ah, you fake just like a woman, yes, you do
You make love just like a woman, yes, you do
Then you ache just like a woman
But you break just like a little girl.
poem by Gershon Hepner
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An Answer?
An Answer?
Seek not in sect the answer to lost soul
As narrow road leads into narrow mind.
Make most of opportunity to find
A way to join both Search and Way made whole.
None need to feed from need to fire the coal,
To spark the flame which burns the Past behind,
Heed intuitions, harmony, to bind
All pattern parts, let inner knots unwind...
22 March 2005 robi03_1080 20050322 see below for sonnet version 20061201 Respite
Respite
Seek not for quick relief, few sects console
as narrow road leads to, from, narrow mind,
open tracks which back up tacks to find
respite till Search and Way unite soul's whole.
None need to feed from need to fire fame’s coal,
match flame with aim in game to leave behind
the past, for first IS last, draws double bind.
Reject temptation’s superficial role,
lip-service lending simply to control
disparities that, poles apart, unwind
when tenets tested cannot be combined
with sentiments sustained, coherent goal.
If puzzle pieces of their own accord
can fit, ‘tis writ, - if not, await reward.
Sonnet version written 1 December 2006 revised 3 January 2012 robi03_1080 20050322 An Answer?
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Lonely
Emptiness in my heart
Emptiness in my soul,
Emptiness in my life
Loneliness takes it's toll.
Nobody to love me
Nobody to care,
Trapped in this lonely world
For nobody is there.
Lonely while standing
In a crowded room,
But screaming to be noticed
When locked in my tomb.
I just want to love
And be loved in return,
Somebody take my heart
And show some concern.
I'm lonely and it hurts
I'm crying in pain,
Somebody help me
My heart is slain.
Fill my lonely heart
Fill my lonely soul,
Fill my lonely life
Make me feel whole.
poem by Adam McKim
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The Spirit
The sun and moon every day
Day and night mark my play
See the future in the past
Try to change or make it last
Go for broke dont regret
Get your hands dirty get you feet wet
Take your place use me well
Im in your hands so make me tell
A broken dream seems unkind
But I can help for I am time
I can heal you
Its not a matter of slight
Only of sound
Let me... feel for you
Feel for yourself
The love all around
I can... lead you
Is you soul afraid
Of what youve made
Do you know the way
The spirit goes
All around on the wind
Distant whispers of what I bring
In the day in the night
Locked in the words of lovers delight
If Im lost or mislaid
Just keep looking dont be afraid
In the eye on the mind
Im everything and yours to find
Im not far just discover
Im in you for I am love
I can heal you
Its not a matter of slight
Only of sound
Let me... feel for you
Feel for yourself
The love all around
I can... lead you
Is you soul afraid
Of what youve made
Do you know the way
The spirit goes
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Get Ready For This (Instrumental)
Ya'll ready for this?
Get down with the style, house on the ground
Please when I squeeze, pump to your knees
Who wants to play? I'm in here to stay,
Ready to take you around the way
So get ready for this. Mind your own biz
'Cause I invented the microphone biz
No need to sit, cause we're 2 Unlimited
Ready, ready, ready for this!
Feel the base, you just get closer
Be impressed by the words I chose of
Once again kickin' it live
Doin' everything yo just to survive
A wall to wall, I think I stand
Being on stage with a mic in my hand
Bustin' it live to the crowd
The age is 20, I'm from the south
1-Be a part, break my heart
Get ready for this, mind your own biz
People in the front, show me what you want
And I won't give it in...
Get ready for this!
We're 2 Unlimited, so people won't you sit?
Movin' up and down, dancin' on the ground
Feelin' kinda free; security
House is style that moves you from the ground
House on the ground, bass in your face
Racin' the place, no time to waste
Feelin' hypnotized, I can see it in your eyes
Feelin' kinda better, put on your sweater
Feelin' like a white, I think it doesn't matter
Super, dope, deaf, and even outrageous
If I was an animal, they've kept me in cages
So get ready for this! Ya'll ready for this?
(rpt 1
song performed by by 2 Unlimited
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Search For Answer
Search for answer within
Leave no stone unturned
While you are here.
Search within for answer
And go for dreadful action
While you are here.
Search answer within
While doing duties
That is prescribed
And it is obligatory.
If you not in a mood to
Performed be ready to
accept the harm
That would occrue.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Eternal Spring
Be not afeared of the future, lament not the past-
Look now to the glory before you and see to its last;
Mate not with doubt, use faith to cease its loom-
Your fortune is an eternal Spring, allow its bloom!
Trepidation should not be causal to a glory's vanish-
The future is decided not by fear's utter banish,
Yet, by staring it in the face, and acting according
To what shall, in spite of fear, offer glory's affording!
Thought contrary shall see to absolutely naught,
Except what you were afraid to do, you ought!
Ruminate not of what may stand in your way,
Ponder upon what is there, and shall stay;
Do not allow your elysian futurity's languish
By dwelling in the pall of your past's anguish!
Maurice Harris,7 June 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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0305 Dylan (2)
I search the depths of my soul for an answer
but there is no answer
because there is no question
and there is no time
(Robert Zimmerman,1960)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Seed And The Tree
Who can say for sure as to what came first: the seed or the tree?
If the seed came first where did it come from if not from the tree?
But then if the tree came first where did it come from except from a seed!
So then you'll have to re-ask again that question of the origin of the seed.
An endless circle with no logical conclusion soon appears
until one looks beyond the seed and the tree that it bears.
Although the seed comes from the tree and the tree from the seed
each one grows in the ground of mother Earth which both does feed.
The Earth is the womb of everything living and supports all we know
and then becomes the tomb back into which all forms one day must go.
The underlying essence of all nature is of consciousness-energy-intelligence
that includes and sustains all things despite our ever incessant belligerence.
Has anyone ever heard it said that God is in the form of the world
and so all within it carries a divine spark from which it has swirled.
God is the infinite eternal seed of all existence and can be experienced like this:
usually as an overwhelming love within us and as all power, knowledge and bliss.
So the seed and tree came from the Earth which itself has come from and exists in God
and to enquire where God has come from is useless if we haven't transcended this sod.
The limited mind of man has to merge into that unlimited universal mind of the Creator
only then can we know the original cause or final end of everything and of their Maker.
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Note:
This should remind one of the other similar paradox being that of 'the chicken and the egg'.
poem by George Krokos
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Stop For Today
We incarnate into density to experience life
experience life on Earth and see the sights.
We take karma with us from past life
now we can cleanse ourselves and get it right.
We don't need to keep repeating past mistakes
we can just stop, just stop and put on the brakes.
Just breathe and feel all day-
don't think any thoughts let life come your way.
Kind of hard to do when we live in the past
we project into the future that hasn't had a chance.
Just stop, yes stop and cleanse your mind
you will live like the birds, and the flies.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 16,2012
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