Two Rivers
Thirty years in Kansas
As a home grown country boy
Riding life's ups and downs
I almost lost my joy.
Thirty years in Israel
I've finally seen it clear
These journeys not required
The answers were right Here.
The blood that flows within my veins
It flows from East to West
And who will say with good intent
Which river I love best.
Am I an ancient warrior?
Or a Holy Man of God?
I travel this strange journey
In search of my own song.
The stars they are the compass
Illuminating the dark of night
Sacred is the Daylight
I've found the Tree of Life.
One second of eternity
Too splendid to be measured
The brilliant dawn of
Love's sweet bliss
Forever to be treasured.
poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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My Next Thirty Years
(track 12 - time 3:37)
(phil vassar)
I think Ill take a moment, celebrate my age
The ending of an era and the turning of a page
Now its time to focus in on where I go from here
Lord have mercy on my next thirty years
Hey my next thirty years Im gonna have some fun
Try to forget about all the crazy things Ive done
Maybe now Ive conquered all my adolescent fears
And Ill do it better in my next thirty years
My next thirty years Im gonna settle all the scores
Cry a little less, laugh a little more
Find a world of happiness without the hate and fear
Figure out just what Im doing here
In my next thirty years
Oh my next thirty years, Im gonna watch my weight
Eat a few more salads and not stay up so late
Drink a little lemonade and not so many beers
Maybe Ill remember my next thirty years
My next thirty years will be the best years of my life
Raise a little family and hang out with my wife
Spend precious moments with the ones that I hold dear
Make up for lost time here, in my next thirty years
In my next thirty years
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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To Mrs. Thrale on Her Completing Her Thirty-fifth Year
Oft in danger, yet alive,
We are come to thirty-five;
Long may better years arrive,
Better years than thirty-five.
Could philosophers contrive
Life to stop at thirty-five,
Time his hours should never drive
O'er the bounds of thirty-five
High to soar, and deep to dive,
Nature gives at thirty-five.
Ladies, stop and tend your hive,
Trifle not at thirty-five;
For, howe'er we boast and strive,
Life declines from thirty-five:
He that ever hopes to thrive
Must begin by thirty-five:
And all who wisely wish to wive
Must look on Thrale at thirty-five.
poem by Samuel Johnson
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Where The River Flows
Music : rudolf schenker
Lyrics: klaus meine
Under suburban skies
Where life is bleeding
Where concrete skies are grey
Theres plenty of room for dreaming
I still keep coming here
Follow those traces
I travel back in time
Remember all those places
Feels like I never left
The houses still standing
Down by the river where
The dreams are never ending
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
Under the silent moon
This industrial city
Is heartland even though
Lifes been not that pretty
I still keep coming here
To that old river
To find my roots just where
The future lives forever
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me, you can find me
By the river where dreams will never die
By the river under suburban skies
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
By the river where dreams have never died
By the river I look through childrens eyes
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
You find me
You find me
You find me by the river
You find me
You find me
You find me where the river flows
Where the river flows
Where the river flows
Where the river flows
song performed by by Scorpions
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The River Forever To The Ocean Flow
The river that flows from the hills far away
Through wetlands and dry lands by night and by day
As old as father time will journey forever more
Through the flat coastal lands en route to the sea shore.
It starts on it's journey as a trickling rill
In a pond by a rock at the base of the hill
That is far north of here even as the crow fly
The river flows on and refuses to die.
From a rill to a stream and into a river it grow
As rills and streams from other hills into it flow
It babbles and gurgles by hedgerow and tree
On it's forever journey on down to the sea.
A creek, brook, stream or river call it what you may
Near the ocean it grows to a huge water-way
And Humans like the Seasons to life come and go
But the river forever to the ocean flow
poem by Francis Duggan
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Makes you one completely
Makes you one completely.
Happy Anniversary To A Wonderful Couple
Lorna Layman and Dough de zilwa
44 years...almost half a century of glorious days
where stars did not struggle to shine....all the way
The special joys of sharing life's long journey together...
Braving its ups and downs with a love that was forever
...with the warm sweetness that touched your young heart
Many years ago when the journey you did boldy start
Today, May it replay gentle memroies that brought you together
Of the sweetest fragrance that dominated your lives forever.
Kids for the flavor with sweet memories made of bliss
A journey that started honorably and with a tender kiss!
Happy Wedding Anniversary and may you r journey be filled with more sweet fraagrance of love
from all of us in Riaydh
poem by Shirani Ibrahim
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River Feeling
River feeling is
As simple as
Closing your eyes
For a moment.
Everything flows like river
River feeling is
As smooth as
Everything after
The first step.
Everything flows like river
River feeling is
easy as forgetting
Walking boots.
Everything flows like river
River feeling is
nice as
iron ties
Coming off.
Everything flows like river
Everything flows like river
Everything flows like river
Everything is good and flows
like river
poem by Julian Mann
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I Burn For You
Now that I have found you
In the coolth of your evening smile
The shade of your parasol
And your love flows through me
Though I drink at your pool
I burn for you, I burn for
You and I are lovers
When night time folds around our bed
In peace we sleep entwined
And your love flows through me
Though an ocean soothes my head
I burn for you, I burn for
Stars will fall from dark skies
As ancient rocks are turning
Quiet fills the room
And your love flows through me
Though I lie here so still
I burn for you, I burn for you
I burn...
song performed by by Sting
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The River of Blood
It’s the river of blood
Initiated by the enemies of God
And when advised too or told to stop
They just give you the nod
The nod of ignorance and cruelty
The nod of no life and no feel
As they are told about they’re evilness
They believe that none of it is real
It’s the river of blood
That flows down a dark and red stream
And as I dip my hand in, it feels like sour, bitter cream
It’s the river of blood
The river of cruelty and pain
The river of blood
The river that flows in vain
The river that will never end
The river full of the dead
The river where they remain silently hopeless
The river where the majority of them bled
It’s this river of blood where I inject my power and strength from
It’s this river full of blood where my victory will soon come
The river of blood, the river that will soon contain me
It’s this river where my blood has long sought to be
The river of blood that shall soon end with an atrocious fight
The river of blood, the river that will no longer stay at sight.
poem by Marria Attar
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What’s Up Yonder?
Friend did you ever truly ponder, the sky above and what’s up yonder?
Does your mind ever pierce the sky, to what’s up there and even why?
To a place you have never been, the place many call the third heaven.
A holy place where God resides, that’s well above the temporal skies.
High above these earthly clouds, are multitudes of Heavenly Crowds,
The many saints who went before, now in the presence of The Lord.
It’s a special place we are told, one that’s paved with streets of gold.
In this place flows a Crystal Sea, from under The Throne of Eternity.
And there will be a River of Life, that flows from the Throne of Christ.
On each side is a Tree of Life, for healing the nations of their strife.
There will be no more night, for The Lord God will give all men light.
Heaven’s Light will be His Son; He’s The Eternal Light for everyone.
But, is this place truly there, and why would a Holy God even care?
To extend to mere mortal men, a place for us, to live forever friend.
Heaven is a place that’s pure, and will remain that way forevermore.
A place that’s free of sin and strife, where all men live a blissful Life.
There we’ll have an eternal home, beside God’s Everlasting Throne.
On that Throne, above the sea, where Christ shall reign for Eternity.
Have you ever pondered friend, just where in eternity you will spend?
For Heaven is a place for sure; a place you get to through The Lord.
The curse of earth shall be gone, and replaced with an Eternal Song.
Eternal Praises to Christ our Lord, who upon a wicked cross endured,
A wicked death for both you and me, so that we could live for eternity.
It was His life Christ chose to give, so in Heaven forever we could live.
(Copyright ©12/2005)
I'd Love To Do A Nun Just Like You
There is none like you
No one else can touch my heart
Like you do
And I could search for
All eternity long
And find there is none like you
There is none like you
No one else can touch my heart
Like you do
And I could search for
All eternity long
And find there is none like you
Your mercy flows like a river wide
And healing comes
From your hand
And suffering children are safe
In your arms
There is none like you
There is none like you
No one else can touch my heart
Like you do
And I could search for
All eternity long
And find there is none like you
There is none like you
No one else can touch my heart
Like you do
And I could search for
All eternity long
And find there is none like you
I could search for all eternity long
And find there is none
There is none like you
There is none like you
1991 Lenny LeBlanc
My rewrite of the song above, There Is None Like You by Lenny LeBlanc
Hey Sister, sweet sexy little Sister
Holy little Sister
I'd like
I'd really like to do a nun just like you
Oooh
Ooh
Set aflame unholy my heart
Ooh baby, ain't no one as hot around here as you
Even through I swear I've searched for
Searched for one
For all eternity long
I swear
I swear
I've never met one I wanna do
Never found one I wanna do
As much as I wanna do you
Oh yeah baby I do
Your sexy makes me wanna shove on in
And flood you like a river wide
Ooh baby how I wanna
How I wanna feel the sexual healing of your hand
Promise that I'll wear a raincoat
Anything to make you feel secure and safe in my arms
'Cause honey it's true I swear
I'd really like to
I'd really really like to
Make sweet, sweet love to a nun just like you
Hey Sister, sweet sexy little Sister
Holy little Sister
I'd like
I'd really like to do a nun just like you
Hey Sister, sweet sexy little Sister
Holy little Sister
I'd like
I'd really like to do a nun just like you
I swear baby I've searched all eternity long
And still I've never found
Never found one I wanna do as much as I wanna do
Ooh as much as I wanna do
Ooh as much as I wanna do a nun just like you
A sweet, sexy little nun just like you
2009 Ramona Thompson
poem by Ramona Thompson
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Thirty-nine
O hapless day! O wretched day!
I hoped you'd pass me by--
Alas, the years have sneaked away
And all is changed but I!
Had I the power, I would remand
You to a gloom condign,
But here you've crept upon me and
I--I am thirty-nine!
Now, were I thirty-five, I could
Assume a flippant guise;
Or, were I forty years, I should
Undoubtedly look wise;
For forty years are said to bring
Sedateness superfine;
But thirty-nine don't mean a thing--
À bas with thirty-nine!
You healthy, hulking girls and boys,--
What makes you grow so fast?
Oh, I'll survive your lusty noise--
I'm tough and bound to last!
No, no--I'm old and withered too--
I feel my powers decline
(Yet none believes this can be true
Of one at thirty-nine).
And you, dear girl with velvet eyes,
I wonder what you mean
Through all our keen anxieties
By keeping sweet sixteen.
With your dear love to warm my heart,
Wretch were I to repine;
I was but jesting at the start--
I'm glad I'm thirty-nine!
So, little children, roar and race
As blithely as you can,
And, sweetheart, let your tender grace
Exalt the Day and Man;
For then these factors (I'll engage)
All subtly shall combine
To make both juvenile and sage
The one who's thirty-nine!
Yes, after all, I'm free to say
I would much rather be
Standing as I do stand to-day,
'Twixt devil and deep sea;
For though my face be dark with care
Or with a grimace shine,
Each haply falls unto my share,
For I am thirty-nine!
'Tis passing meet to make good cheer
And lord it like a king,
Since only once we catch the year
That doesn't mean a thing.
O happy day! O gracious day!
I pledge thee in this wine--
Come, let us journey on our way
A year, good Thirty-Nine!
poem by Eugene Field
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A Warrior Has Come Home
Waiting all this time for that one warrior,
Challenges through these hard times
Crying and being alone at night,
Her warrior has finally come home.
His life meaningless before,
Day after day
Same routine.
The warrior has finally come home.
The things he has seen
No one will ever know
The cries he has heard
No one will ever hear.
Children in the future
Will never know the pain and fear
Never encounter the enemy
They will be free.
Today,
A parade travels through the city
People showing respect and loyalty,
A warrior has come home.
The end of the parade has finally come,
They lower the casket
With tears in her eyes,
A friend says a few words.
This warrior was brave.
Served his country
No regards to his life
He found peace and meaning to his life.
Shots were heard all over the city,
Heads are bowed in respect for the warrior
Prayers are sent up above
For the warrior who has finally come home.
Shaved
He had wore a beard every since his early teens.
It had been at least thirty years since anyone saw him without it.
For those thirty years he felt he had something to hide.
But yesterday he shaved and freed himself from the thirty year mask he had been wearing.
He said it feels good to no longer have that itchy heavy beard weighing him down.
Yesterday he shaved when he finally told everyone he is gay.
Still In Love
Gonna tell you a story
Bout a love and all its glory
Every word I say is true
Every word is meant for you
As I look across the table
In your eyes I see forever
Girl theres no one else but you
No one else will ever do
I'm...I'm...I'm still in love with you
Got my heart so full of laughter
I finally found what i was after
Caught an angel flying low
Now there's one thing you should know
I've been lost and I've been lonely
Till I found you, one and only
You're every song I wanna sing
My joy, my everything
I'm...I'm...I'm...I'm...I'm still in love with you
I want you to know just how I feel
Now that my search for love is over
Would be alone in life without you
As the years keep getting longer
It only makes my love grow stronger
Just can't go another day
Until I can hear you say
I'm...I'm...I'm...I'm...I'm still in love with you
song performed by by Lionel Richie
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Mourning Anniversary
After all these years
thirty years
thirty years and more.
The emptiness the loneliness
cries I love you more.
I held you once
only once
more than thirty years ago.
And then my love
my only love I had to let you go.
But my heart had seen
my eyes had seen
the only true love for me.
When you walked
away my love.
You turned not back
to look at me.
A single embrace
just one embrace
is all that’s let to me.
A single embrace
just one embrace
second never again to be.
And no one cries for me.
No one cries for me.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Thirty three years
Thirty three years
~
Soon I turn thirty three
And wonder what I have to show
I feel I have achieved very little
And have been going nowhere fast
I fear I am stuck in my ways
And this is my lot for life
I sit alone in writing this morning
With my usual coffee for one
I have loved, had my heart broken
Let opportunities slip away
Now I tend to do nothing
At least I wont feel hurt that way
I have spent time in solitary
And lost touch with the world
Please try and remember that
To excuse my lack of social grace
The pace of each year is picking up
While I am still young in some eyes
Still may yet have a lot to achieve
I look at the past thirty two years
And see myself an old man
Lonely and turning thirty three
poem by Matthew Holloway
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God Is
God is
A verb
A slight movement
Seen
A quiet voice
Heard,
He lights the
Way
He starts and ends every
Day,
He is
He does
He's a
Warrior
He's a
Dove,
God is masculine femininity
He is the great
Struggle
Always at work within
Me,
God is every living
Word
He is the foundation
Reality
Totality
And the totally
Absurd,
God is my own
Light and dark
Every silence
As well as every
Hark!
He is the distant eagle
Nearly out of
Sight
He is the everywhere
Air
That gives feathers flight,
God is a deep, deep
Mystery
Wholly unsolvable
By the collective mind of all
Humanity...
Yet
Holy-living
Grace -giving
Deep within... even
Me;
God is spent-blood
Spilt 2,000 years ago
That mysteriously
Through his
Children
Does still flow,
God is at
The height of all
Joy
The depth of all
Pain,
He accepts the
Loss...
He favors the
Gain,
God is
Light
No darkness can overcome
He stays, even
When day is done
He scatters darkness
To endless abyss
He takes it
Away
As far as east from West,
God is
The great
Pruner
Cutting virulent dead wood from the
Heart
He is
Holy ether
Breathing
Life into a new start,
God is
Music
Singing to all the
Sisters and brothers
He is
Wisdom
Teaching us
To sing
One with another,
God is
Freedom and
Life
The Way shown
Brilliant and bright
Now and
Eternally assured, for
He is the
Love of
His children
In and by
His high and holy Word,
God is the
Rock upon which
Moses stood
He is
All in all
The
Great and the good, in
Him is no darkness
Only
Light
Forever day...
The end of night;
God is
Sitting at Zion's
Most Holy Gate
As for
His children peacefully
He does wait...
God is
Sitting with us by the
Rivers of Babylon
While we mournfully await
The coming new
Dawn,
And as we the exiled weep
Pouring prayers at
His feet
He recalls
His own true heart of
Love,
His promised
Word,
Thereby every prayer here offered,
By God is
Indeed heard.
Forever before
God was,
Forever after
God is.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Little On Life
Life is strange,,,
it teaches us to walk and smile in sunrise,,
One day so it happens
from the road of roses it sweeps us to the river of deserts..
and gifts us with rolls of thorns,,,
we cry, we shout, and even dip to silence of night,,,
though life flows on its own..
and finally one day
it carries us again to the banks..
then we just stare at the times we traveled through
and say to ourself
that all that happened, happened for good..
journeys will always need stopage to have the perfect measures..
just as rivers are incomplete witout deserts.
Sacred Holy Breath
Sacred holy breath
Flows gentle across my chest
Not a sound no air displaced
Not a tear no second guess
Just peace, in my sacred face
Just released love that was put to test
Having hands holding each others fears
Holding hands fate-ing future seers
More than holy we have arrived
Even in this insanity our time abides
sacred Holy, breathe again
Sacred Breath Holy again and again
Flows gentle if this wind
Your love can send
poem by Midnights Voice
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Long River
Where the long river flows
It flows by my window
Where the tall timber grows
It grows round my door
Where the mountains meet the sky
And the white clouds fly
Where the long river flows
By my window
Theres a tiny bird that calls
And he calls by my window
Theres a lonely tear that falls
And it falls round my door
But when the sun is high
Theres no time to cry
Where the long river flows
By my window
Now if only you could see
The closin of the day
If only you could be
Where the dawn breaks away
By the white cascade
Oh down in the glade
Where the long river flows
By my window
Well when this land was made
It was made full of wonder
But one womans love
I cant understand
And Id give it all to you
If her love were true
Where the long river flows
By my window
Where the long river flows
By my window
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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