An Amazing Life
If Death give me a choice
on the matter of my end
I would not vouches for hesitance
The matter for due process:
A heart attack is quick
but not good for remembrance
A noose is well wrought
Alas it could fall on a poor knot
Perhaps a cutting of a vein
Yet a mess it leaves poor relations
Downing's always easy
Though cold waters leave flu
A jump from a height
Will make one unattractive
While a fire can singe
My reputation into embers
Alas! I know a great death!
that fits for a perfect end
Reliving this strange befuddled story
aptly called an amazing life
poem by Kevin Patrick
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Ay Me, Ay Me, I Sigh the Scythe A-field
Ay me, ay me, I sigh to see the scythe a-field;
Down goeth the grass, soon wrought to wither'd hay:
Ay me, alas! ay me, alas, that beauty needs must yield,
And princes pass, as grass doth fade away.
Ay me, ay me, that life can not have lasting leave,
Nor gold take hold of everlasting joy:
Ay me, alas! ay me, alas, that time hath talents to receive,
And yet no time can make a suer stay.
Ay me, ay me, that wit can not have wished choice,
Nor wish can win that will desires to see:
Ay me, alas! ay me, alas, that mirth can promise no rejoice,
Nor study tell what afterward shall be.
Ay me, ay me, that no sure staff is given to age,
Nor age can give sure wit that youth will take:
Ay me, alas! ay me, alas, that no counsel wise and sage
Will shun the show that all doth mar and make.
Ay me, ay me, come, Time, shear on and shake thy hay,
It is no boot to balk thy bitter blows:
Ay me, alas! ay me, alas, come, Time, take everything away,
For all is thine, be it good or bad, that grows.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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A Dialogue-Anthem
Alas, poor Death! Where is thy glory?
Where is thy famous force, thy ancient sting?
Alas, poor mortal, void of story!
Go spell and read how I have killed thy King.
Poor Death! And who was hurt thereby?
Thy curse being laid on Him makes thee accurst.
Let losers talk, yet thou shalt die;
These arms shall crush thee.
Spare not, do thy worst.
I shall be one day better than before;
Thou so much worse, that thou shalt be no more.
poem by George Herbert
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It Does Not Matter
it does not matter who you are.
where you're from
or what you've done.
it does not matter, if you're
short and round, with a smile or a frown.
or if you're tall and lanky
and always cranky.
if you have the looks or body
everyone desires
or if you could even put out someones fire.
it does not matter, your disposition.
you should not be catorigized
in a position.
it does not matter, whether you're rich or poor
or if you're quick in the mind
or slow at times.
human nature and association
will always find devastation.
we're always taught that black is black
and white is white,
but! never shown who is right. (if anybody)
this decision lies in your heart
the choice you make- is your start.
so think it out before you criticize
for you also are on that line.
poem by Louis Rams
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To the Memory of
I once could hope—alas! no more
Her bright wings wave for me;
The sunlit hours of life are o'er,
I weep, dear love, for thee!
And in those tears—and in that sigh
Will fond remembrance dwell;
'Tis all remains when dear ones lie
Within death's darksome cell.
So young! so pure!—alas! that thou
In marble tomb should sleep!
And leave the weary heart and brow
Thy vigils lone to keep.
And yet 'tis better thus than feel
The crushed heart's mad despair;
Alas! no balm those woes may heal
Love—death—have planted there.
Farewell! farewell! my buried love,
No pangs may wring thy heart;
Enough for me to gaze above,
To meet where none may part!
poem by Edward Henry Bickersteth
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It Does Not Matter #2
it does not matter- if you're getting old
it does not matter- if you're skin and bones
it does not matter-if you're old and gray
it does not matter-if you go or stay
it does not matter- what people say
it does not matter-living day to day
the only thing that matters, is that
you're alive today
and you'll fight whatever comes your way.
never give up on yourself
for you have no one else.
age is with us to contend
age is something that is not your friend.
it does not matter- if you had a good life
it does not matter- if you're contrite.
no one really knows the true life you've led
and if you deserve to be in a bed.
and if death is at your bedside
in' GOD' you must confide.
HE is the only one that knows what
you've been through.
so confession is what you have to do.
but! it does not matter
if you confess or not
for he has your graveplot.
so ask forgiveness for what you've done
to' GODS' only son.
poem by Louis Rams
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Burning Embers
Fly through the glass of a window pane
fall through the sky feeling the rain
Walk on broken glass your tell-tale heart
Look through the bars of a dirty jail cell
soar to heaven dive to hell
Listen to your tell-tale heart
Setting fires in the ghost twilight
we see you dress we bolt with fright
You see an apparition disappear
Jump to the table, jump up the stairs
stand on the rooftop, looking out through the air
Walk on broken glass your tell-tale heart
Lenore, am I dreaming
How can death keep us apart, mmmm..
Lenore, I see you burning
And I'd walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
Heart
heart
Heart
heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
your tell-tale heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Everybody Gets The Blues
It don't matter if you're rich
It don't make no differenve if you're poor
Simple things in like can make you mad to the core
It doesn't matter if you're young
Don't make no difference if you're old
You got to stand a little rain
Before you reach your pot of gold
Everybody gets the blues
Everybody got to cry
Take the good with the bad
Take the lows with the highs
Well you work and you worry
Spend your life paying dues
Everybody has a hard time sometime
Everybody gets the blues
Ain't no different for a woman
Than it is for a man
Everybody goes dancing
Everybody pays the band
Everybody got to take
Everybody got to give
Everybody got to live
Don't matter if you're fat
Don't matter if you're thin
Everybody got to lose
Everybody got to win
Don't matter if you're black
Don't matter if you're white
You know you got to get it wrong
To have a chance to make it right
song performed by by Kenny Wayne Shepherd
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All the great Shakespeare plays are about killing. Alas, poor Yorick, that's about death. And in Romeo and Juliet everyone up ends up dying. The greatest dramas in the world are all about sex, violence and death.
quote by Ray Winstone
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No Matter How Handsome and Tall
No matter how Handsome and Tall -
No matter how more Beautiful than all-
No matter how Great-
No matter how Courageous and Strong -
No matter how Loving and Kind-
No matter how Good as Good can be-
No matter how much of All and Everything,
In every way and form
No matter who one is
And what one is
And how much they give
And how life is made better or more beautiful by them-
No matter how Big or how Small
Each one of us
In the end,
In one real sense,
Nothing at all.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Softly, O! dropp mine eyes
Softly, O! dropp mine eyes, lest you be dry,
And make my heart with grief to melt and die.
Now pour out tears apace,
Now stay, O heavy case!
O sour sweet woe!
Alas! O grief! O joy! Why strive you so?
Can griefs and joys at once in one poor heart consent?
Then sigh and sing, rejoice, lament.
Ah me! O passions strange and violent!
Was never poor wretch so tormented:
Nor joy, nor grief can make my heart contented.
For while with joy I look on high,
Down, down I fall with grief, and die.
poem by John Wilbye
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Men Of Good Fortune
Men of good fortune
Often cause empires to fall
While men of poor beginnings
Often cant do anything at all
The rich son waits for his father to die
The poor just drink and cry
And me, I just dont care at all
Men of good fortune
Very often cant do a thing
While men of poor beginnings
Often can do anything
At heart they try to act like a man
Handle things the best way they can
They have no rich, daddy to fall back on
Men of good fortune
Often cause empires to fall
While men of poor beginnings
Often cant do anything at all
It takes money to make money they say
Look at the fords, but didnt they start that way
Anyway, it makes no difference to me
Men of good fortune
Often wish that they could die
While men of poor beginnings
Want what they have and to get it theyll die
All those great things that live has to give
They wanna have money and live
But me, I just dont care at all
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
Men of good fortune
Men of poor beginnings
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Canary
I learn my name
I write with a number two pencil
I work up to my potential
I earn my meat
I come when called
I jump when you circle the cherry I sing like a good canary
I come when called
I come, thats all
Send it up on fire
Death before dawn
Send it up on fire
Death before dawn
I clean the house
I put all your books in an order
I make up a colorful border
I clean my mouth
Cause froth comes out
Send it up on fire
Death before dawn
Send it up on fire
Death before dawn
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Fascination
Death fascinates;
Life can be cruel.
Death is my morbid but most-loved obsession.
Life is hard-
I am out of control.
Death is my relationship to reality-
Life is not fair.
Death is an entity of beauty, though
Life is strange…
Death is veracity, although it can be
The facet of my delusions-
I live my life while
Thoughts of death are so often invasive.
Death is mysterious, and
Life is a river refracting light-
Death is dark but intriguing.
Life is amazing.
Death in turn- is amazing as it can be.
I live my life in a dream world.
Death is indeed mysterious, although-
Life
Is
Stranger…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Under The Cover Of The Night
living so enclosed
like a dead man inside a coffin
there is no choice
but to sleep and inside the dream
pray more,
the man keeps reciting the prayers
on his fingers
to dispel all fears about death
when he wakes up however
everything becomes a different matter
it is not something strange
but it was the most certain thing that happens
death upon death
death of death
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Always
My wish is...
My.. my wish is...
My wish is....
My wish is, I hope to do for you
All that you've done, because all that you do it's like magic
Your amazing me, a diamond for free
Your as real as can be and to keep you, I'd give up everything I own
The mic and my life just don't leave me alone you're my partner
I want you to see, no matter how bad things in life can be
You've always got me
You've always got me
Now you trust me, I carry that so tight
I'll be there for you, if your wrong or your right
It doesn't matter, just reach out to me
I will never question, any opportunity to show you
And prove to you that I care, always you share and you've always been there
Your my best friend, it's easy to see
No matter how bad things in life can be..
You've always got me
You've always got me
My wish is, I hope to do for you
All that you've done, because all that you do it's like magic
Your amazing me, a diamond for free, your as real as can be
And you have always got me
You've always got me
You've always got me
You've always got me
song performed by by Zug Izland
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Life Or Death?
Every day we live, we always face death
We get closer to it, every time we take a breath
Life is special but death brings peace
Life brings reality and things you believe
Death is hard for everyone around
Death is quiet, no more bad sounds
Life is also hard, all the things we go through
Life can never be easy, no matter what you do
Death is sad, for those who cry
Death is meaningful, for those who die
Life is a work of art, it's nice to look
Life is full of teachings, like an open book
Death is the new life, might as well be dead
Death is a lot more, for what's up ahead
Life brings new things, always something new
Life brings surprises, something out the blue
Death is scary, nothing we want to see
Death is negative, a place we don't want to be
Life is full of love, with the ones close to you
Life is full of money, for those who sue
Death is empty, nothing compared to this
Death is a lot of things, too long of a list
But life is everything; don't wait till there's nothing left
Death can wait, so don't waste your last breath
So just pick your choice, which one? Life or death?
poem by Triauna Hall
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Ultimate Fairness
Death comes to all, old or young,
Sick or healthy, rich or poor, strong or weak.
Death comes to us all, ready or not.
I heard death is the ultimate fairness because no matter who you are,
Death comes to all.
So when he comes for me, whether I am ready or not,
I will walk with him until I go to the Pearly Gates
And enter Eternal Life.
poem by Zach Taylor
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No Matter
No matter what your resume might say
No matter your belief or to what GOD you pray
No matter the languages that you might speak
No matter the lessons that you might teach.
No matter the words that you might use
No matter your occupation or the work you do
No matter the schooling or the degrees you have
No matter the pot holes that's in your path.
No matter the places that you had lived
No matter the gifts that you did give
No matter your wealth whether your rich or poor
No matter if you speak quietly or speak with a roar.
No matter the clothes that you wear
No matter the color or the length of your hair
All that matters is your actions and your deeds
As they speak louder, and to them, man will heed.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Walkin Away
(annie roboff/craig wiseman)
Sometimes a careless word just rolls right off my tongue
Now matter what I do it leaves you all undone
Hey baby no need to go crazy over some little something Ive said
Cant you see youre the keeper of my heart
Even when I lose my head
Weve still got it good no matter how bad it gets
Even after all this time the slipper still fits
Hey just look at how far weve come by choosing to stay
Baby dont go there love dont get nowhere walkin away
Sometimes the whisper of love gets lost in the angry shout
Even hearts that are in this deep might think about an easy way out
One honest touch makes those worries just fade like stars at dawn
These occasional moments of weakness
Only makes our love more strong
Weve still got it good no matter how bad it gets
Even after all this time the slipper still fits
Hey just look at how far weve come by choosing to stay
Baby dont go there love dont get nowhere walkin away
It gets easier all the time
Oh and harder and harder to leave behind
Weve still got it good no matter how bad it gets
Even after all this time the slipper still fits
Hey just look at how far weve come by choosing to stay
Baby dont go there love dont get nowhere walkin away
Baby dont go there love dont get nowhere walkin away
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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Voicelessness
Poverty makes the poor voiceless
It muffles their mouths
like a kidnapper muffles
the mouth of his victim
Whatever the poor say
does not matter
No matter how true it is
No matter how wise it is
The poor are not consulted
on their concerns
as if they are dead
Money talks on and on
while the poor are forced to listen on
Poverty makes the poor voiceless
poem by Chanda Nsofu
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