Land of Change
I am dazzled,
yet I'm dazed.
In this land,
I'm not unfazed.
By terrors of the night,
and the eeriness of dawn.
Just like an empty pasture,
without lambs, without fawns.
It seems so meaningless,
yet is there a hidden truth.
For what I seek, you cannot give.
The only way, is to let and live.
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Poem for Karen
Please be patient
Please be kind
Try to understand,
This little child so very young
Who's life is in your hand,
Is like an empty vessel
Waiting to be filled,
Like an empty plot of land
Longing to be tilled.
As a page within a book
Is nought without the word,
As a song is meaningless
Until that song is heard,
So a child must have it's heart
Replete with all it needs
To live and love, and find it's way
Among these earthly weeds;
Give your little girl your best,
Then let your heart be still,
Please be patient
Please be kind
In truth, I know you will.
(Written 1st Oct 2003)
poem by John Carter Brown
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Stratagem
In Those Passage Ways He Passed His Days
But Believed His Passive Ways Must End
Knowing His Time Like All Others Will Run Out
He Takes The Role Of The Desperate Man"
Breathing Silence Conscious Stripped And Bare
I Know That What's Inside Them I Also Share
For Within Every Coward Lies A Slave
My Prison Is The Darkness Theirs The Need To Be Led
For Within Every Hour Lies A Day
This Land I Know These People Are My Own
All That Remains Hidden Will Soon Be Shown
For Beneath Every Tower Lies Its Grave
A One Man Army Fights An Imaginary War
Far Within Myself Only I Know What For
Come Now
See How
Drop Drop Down And Liquidfy
I'll Give The World To You
Drop Drop Down And Sanctify
I Promise All The Truth
I'll Give You More Than Eyes
I'll Give You More
I'll Give You More Than Your Two Eyes
The Truth The Truth The Truth
On Their Knees Blessing Light
Come With Me Rule The Night
Take The Chance Ride The Beast
Join The Famine Or The Feast
But They Won't Hear They Just Stare
They Don't Care They Wouldn't Dare
To Live Live Live Beyond Their Walls
Each Tower In My Sight
Broken
Each Tower In My Way
Broken
I'll Turn These Words To Swords
Spoken Tonight
song performed by by ZeroHour
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It Is All Meaningless
It is all meaningless-
We know it is all meaningless-
We know we will all die-
And whatever we do will die-
It is all meaningless
But still
We are, even when most alone, not alone
There are others who may care for us-
Others who may depend on us-
We are here now
And if we are a bit kind and caring and decent,
We must struggle
To not give in and give up-
To for the time we are here
Do our best for the others close to us-
And for the life we have been given also-
We must not simply let ourselves die-
We must not simply give in-
We must try and try again-
To do the best we can-
We must not give up
We must make life meaningful
For the time it can be-
We must live and give now with all we have
To make as good a life as possible
for ourselves
and for others we care about
and for those who may care about us.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I was a Child
I was not the one
Who killed my father
I was quite young
When he died.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
They say he loved me
Willed me grow great
He played with me
We sang in the eves.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
We hoped for brightness
And for tomorrow
Then he slumped
To breathe his last.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
Dirge for me I pray
Papa lives no longer
Beady salt water drops
From my sockets.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
Things happened fast
Leaving me stunned
I racked my brain
I rack it still.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
I cling onto mama
Perhaps she'll keep
Will console me well
For days gone by.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
I search her eyes
To find some faith
She must stay here
Ever at my side.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
She too escapes
Abandons me quick
I am raw and untaught
I have learned no trade.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
My father's brothers
Like not my face
Gang together, they say
We must squelch him.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
He must not be great
Like his father
How he struts
Like the old block!
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
This chip will be a cyber
If we lag and tarry
Hound him like the jackal
Aim at his blood.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
I run fast and scurrily
I fain would live
Great to be like papa
Greater even than he.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
Now I am a man
I truly can know
I am not too dazed
Even to think.
I was a child, what could I know
I was too dazed even to think
poem by Samuel Munachim
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Research on Cinderalla - after Shel Silverstein In search of Cinderalla
From dawn til dusk,
from land to land,
without too much ado,
I'd seek the perfect ankle,
From dawn til dusk
I'd stretch my hand
to virgin, husk, - not you! -
perceptions change, oh dear, they do!
perfection minds must rankle
In Search of Cinderella
From dusk to dawn,
From town to town,
Without a single clue,
I seek the tender, slender foot
To fit this crystal shoe.
From dusk to dawn,
I try it on
Each damsel that I meet.
And I still love her so, but oh,
I've started hating feet.
- Shel Silverstein
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Unicorn 1
Those who’ve seen one, all give differing accounts;
that’s how it should be. No in-depth video. No coffee-table book.
But the collected book of sightings –
that’s hairs on the back of the neck stuff.
One detail, though, they all agree– it came at just the right time;
although they did not know it at the time;
but time brought truth; as truth brought time.
The place they saw it– now that was surely a surprise;
and so they wonder
how their own hallowed place can not bring further sightings;
forgetting that unicorns are not bound by the same space and time
as we the spellbound are. Their space and time if we could see them
would be like joy and sadness indistinguishable.
By night, they live as unicorns must live
within this world; so that they may live among us
while living free from us; this the law of magic
which to them is natural; it’s said they live at night
by the light of their own horn, that glows like fireflies glow,
light without fire; except that we cannot see that light.
(Scientists may explain this; EM wavelengths, ultra-infra …;
all they, we, really need is taken care of...)
And then by day, they love the quiet places; for
they do not seek us, or seek to show themselves;
but we are drawn to seek their mystery.
For mysteries are not mysteries unless they hide a truth.
Forest glades; among the hills; white amidst the waves;
wherever we are nearest to one in ourselves.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Where You Are
You say, lean on me.
I lean on you and find
That you have got the strenght
To get me through my day
You say, trust in me
I trusted you and so I found
The truth that set me free
And on my way
All that I am
And everything Ill ever be
Is because of you, because youre in my heart
And Im dazzled by all that I see
By everything surrounding me
So come back, take me to where you are
Nothing I say, nothing I do
Could ever repay my debt I owe to you
You give and I receive
Here I stand, my head in a whirl
A little bit lost,
A little in awe of what you say
You have in store for me
All that I am and everything Ill ever be
Is because of you, because youre in my heart
And Im dazzled by all that I see
By everything surrounding me
So come back, take me to where you are
All that I am and everything Ill ever be
Is because of you, because youre in my heart
And Im dazzled by all that I see
By everything surrounding me
So come back, take me to where you are
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Giving chapter V
Then said a rich man, "Speak to us of Giving."
And he answered:
You give but little when you give of your possessions.
It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
For what are your possessions but things you keep and guard for fear you may need them tomorrow?
And tomorrow, what shall tomorrow bring to the overprudent dog burying bones in the trackless sand as he follows the pilgrims to the holy city?
And what is fear of need but need itself?
Is not dread of thirst when your well is full, thirst that is unquenchable?
There are those who give little of the much which they have - and they give it for recognition and their hidden desire makes their gifts unwholesome.
And there are those who have little and give it all.
These are the believers in life and the bounty of life, and their coffer is never empty.
There are those who give with joy, and that joy is their reward.
And there are those who give with pain, and that pain is their baptism.
And there are those who give and know not pain in giving, nor do they seek joy, nor give with mindfulness of virtue;
They give as in yonder valley the myrtle breathes its fragrance into space.
Though the hands of such as these God speaks, and from behind their eyes He smiles upon the earth.
It is well to give when asked, but it is better to give unasked, through understanding;
And to the open-handed the search for one who shall receive is joy greater than giving
And is there aught you would withhold?
All you have shall some day be given;
Therefore give now, that the season of giving may be yours and not your inheritors'.
You often say, "I would give, but only to the deserving."
The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture.
They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.
Surely he who is worthy to receive his days and his nights is worthy of all else from you.
And he who has deserved to drink from the ocean of life deserves to fill his cup from your little stream.
And what desert greater shall there be than that which lies in the courage and the confidence, nay the charity, of receiving?
And who are you that men should rend their bosom and unveil their pride, that you may see their worth naked and their pride unabashed?
See first that you yourself deserve to be a giver, and an instrument of giving.
For in truth it is life that gives unto life - while you, who deem yourself a giver, are but a witness.
And you receivers - and you are all receivers - assume no weight of gratitude, lest you lay a yoke upon yourself and upon him who gives.
Rather rise together with the giver on his gifts as on wings;
For to be overmindful of your debt, is to doubt his generosity who has the free-hearted earth for mother, and God for father.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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January
WHILE yet the air is keen, and no bird sings,
Nor any vaguest thrills of heart declare
The presence of the springtime in the air,
Through the raw dawn the shepherd homeward brings
The wee white lambs--the little helpless things--
For shelter, warmth, and comfortable care.
Without his help how hardly lambs would fare--
How hardly live through winter's hours to spring's!
So let me tend and minister apart
To my new hope, which some day you shall know:
It could not live in January wind
Of your disdain; but when within your heart
The bud and bloom of tenderness shall grow,
Amid the flowers my hope may welcome find.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Me Too
Me too
through the broken nails
can scratch unwritten walls
Me too
when everything fails
seek another shrine a place to escape
Me too
dawn caressed and kissed
break out in numerous coloures and shapes
Me too
can always list
the hues hidden 'neath an empty gape
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Went Like Lambs
thieves came to steal my soul empty-handed theyre going home you cant take what i dont own i offer no reward i sold it all for self-control were at the mercy of the rising tide we are the lambs in line for sacrifice please learn your lessons well hindsight is unforgiving some errors the tragic ones youll make them only once no second best no runner up our prescription for salvation is on empty medication we pursue went like lambs to the slaughter
song performed by by Quitter
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Give Me Image
Enough!
Enough of this...
Self righteous ambiguity!
Fed by those seeking consciousness.
Give me image.
I have yet to have enough,
Of this 'truth-as-I-see-it-life-I-live'.'.
Give me image.
How else can it be expected,
I keep my pretensions alive and thriving?
Do not rid from me my freedom,
To exist living for images I see fit to project.
I can not bare the acceptance of the reality...
Thrown in my face I am suppose to respect!
Give me image!
Do not strip me of my need,
To seek quality delusions to please, eat and feed.
Give me image.
So that I may feel free,
To live in the midst of unending fantasies.
And aspects of threatening truth...
Disturbs my mentality!
As I witness it pursue the awakening of masses.
Pass me my rose colored glasses, please!
Enough!
Enough of this...
Self righteous ambiguity!
Give me image.
I have yet to have enough,
Of this 'truth-as-I-see-it-life-I-live'.'.
Give me image.
Let those images forever in my mind,
Find within me reason to exist!
Give me image.
And enough...
Enough of this,
Self righteous ambiguity.
Fed by those seeking consciousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silently Confirm
Nothing is meaningless in life
Each and every place is important as wife
We need not make anything meaningless
As life will constantly keep you under chase
Happiness, sadness and joy come and go
We shall let them come and then forgo
Even if with sorrow we expect better tomorrow
We live under crisis and definitely grow
The day you feel something is meaningless
Make sure in mind that life is worthless
We may be determined to proved worth
But some traffic end may lead you to death
Life is combination of all and may come together
You got to thank only almighty and bother
Love the hardship and seek the resolve
Everything will become easy and ready to be solved
If you observe it closely and leave it to fate
In life you will always be first and never late
Everything hangs in balance if your firm
Believe in faith and silently confirm
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Hiding
After plundering the moon,
the skins
have dug their heels in candles –
for a night vigil.
Why you want to know the hidden meaning
Of a benign meaningless.
The beginning and end
were most visible tragedies
of an endless affair with invisible enemy.
Unsaying was very sincere
to truth if words were not mutilated.
Pure murder of an illusion in whispering sands.
poem by Satish Verma
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We Who....
we who would seek a home,
find our home with the homeless.
we who seek truth,
know the tree to be a tree!
we who seek liberty,
throw all that we own onto the fire.
we who seek love,
feed the hungry.
we who seek companionship,
simply become dialogue...
we who would seek god,
well, all of the above.
we who seek tomorrow,
give today to a stranger...
and wrap his feet up
with our dreams!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Meaningless lamp
In broad day light
Lamp is meaningless
In ocean raining is meaningless
When I have fed food is meaningless
And I know it well love is
Never meaningless whatever the
Situation arises at whatever times
Love is love and is most valuable
Always with me with you
Whether it is night or
it is broad day light.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Three Things That Cannot Be Hidden
allegedly there are three things that cannot be hidden.
the sun
the moon
and the truth
throughout my life i have hidden the truth
about myself and it will still be that way
till i take my last
breath
do not insist in seeing that face of truth
my truth is ugly
and i have seen it from the very first day
that they brought
me here
without my permission
i know you like to see it and perhaps describe the horrible details of its
features
i plea before you
do not lift the cover of my being
you may soon regret that you live in this world having seen
the ugly face of my
truth
do not insist to see my truth
it may be the cause of your untimely death
and the gods may pity you
look at me
i wear a smile but my heart is bleeding
it is inflamed
but never bursting.
poem by Yolly Polly
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Pray
Pray all are ripe for Truth we speak,
And the Spirit moves on all we seek,
As we share Eternal Truth with them,
This, while we seek to reach all men.
Pray that those men whom we reach,
Will see The Truth in what we preach,
And that they may come to Salvation,
Through sharing of God’s Revelation.
Pray also that those who here us talk,
Will see God’s Truth in our daily walk,
And that they reflect on what we say,
When seeing it, lived out day by day.
Pray that Believers can be that Light,
As the world becomes dark as night,
Like the lighthouse by a roaring sea,
To direct all others towards Eternity.
Friends, let’s pray as we live our life,
That all see not us, but Jesus Christ,
As God uses folks like you and me,
To lead men to the cross of Calvary.
(Copyright ©10/2008)
The Truth
The Truth
So here we are
We are alone
There's weight on your mind
I wanna know
The truth
If this is how you feel
Say it to me
If this was ever real
[Chorus:]
I want the truth
From you
Give me the truth
Even if it hurts me
I want the truth
From you
Give me the truth
Even if it hurts me
I want the truth
So this is you
You talking to me
You found a million ways to let me down
So I'm not hurt when you're not around
I was blind
But now I see
This is how you feel
Say it to me
If this was ever real
[Chorus]
I know that this will break me
I know that this might make me cry
You gotta say what's on your mind, on your mind
I know that this will hurt me
And break my heart and soul inside
But I don't wanna live this life
[Chorus]
I don't care no more, no
Just give me the truth
Give me the truth
Cuz I don't care no more
Give me the truth
Cuz I don't care no more, no
Just give me the truth
Give me the truth
Give me the truth
Give me the truth
Give me the truth
Cuz I don't care no more, no
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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With Fresh, Opportunity
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
Many come to live,
And not be limited.
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
Many come to live,
And not be limited.
There is...
No need to fear,
A new day that appears.
There is...
No need to cry,
Those days once disguised.
There is...
No need to be,
What you once believed.
A new dawn has arrived,
With fresh...
Opportunity!
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
A new dawn.
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
A new dawn.
Many come to live,
And be in it.
A new dawn.
Many come to live,
And not be limited.
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
A new dawn.
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
A new dawn.
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
A new dawn.
Many come to live,
And not be limited.
With fresh,
Opportunity.
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
Hey.
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
Hey.
Many come to live it,
And be in it!
Hey.
With fresh,
Opportunity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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