Seeking everything
Seeking everything
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A life, a world so often sought
Without a picture of what it may be
A world, a phrase somewhere picked up
In a poem, a book or a song
To what it reads we all think different
And interpretation becomes the thought
The thought becomes the dream
A lavish fantasy so well looked upon
That we are all lost in what we seek
Blind to the ambition it brings
Blind to the fantasy of which it reads
We take each word by our own demands
Pluck them like flowers to the vase
That all we see is a thing of beauty
The first picture of a new world
Where the new life does await
And however it may or may not look
It remains but a thought and what we find
Is that which we seek to fulfil our lives
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Black Widow Bride
He looked into her eyes, and asked her why she was so engrossed in the book, instead of him.
The young bride, upon her wedding bed replied, 'to read a book, is to step into a world beyond the ordinary.
You open a world where imagination, fantasy, and even pain become one with you.
You can feel as though you are a part of the world in which you have magically fallen into.
It has accepted, and possessed you in every way.
Your mind can take you anyplace, anywhere, at anytime.
You can become one with the Medieval period, romantic fantasy, comical adventure, and total horrific terror.
So grab a book, and live the life you've only now have been dreaming about. She looked at her now sleeping husband, turned the cover of her book over, and thought about how much he looked like the dashing man on the cover of her romantic adventure book.
She kissed him upon his forehead, and plunged the knife deep into his flesh.
poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
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Color Me Blind
I had a dream,
Last night I was blind
And I couldnt see
Color of any kind
Picture the world,
Minus a rainbow
When day becomes night,
Then where will the sun go
Dancing alone,
Just me and my shadow
Color me blind,
So I can see no evil
Why do we dream,
In black and white?
Color me blind
Why do we dream
In black and white?
Color me blind
I had a dream,
I was looking, over the mountain
But ive, Ive yet to see the,
The so-called promised land
Picture the world,
Without any color
You couldnt tell,
One face from the other
I dont understand
Why we fight with our brother
Color me blind
Just to love one another
Color me, color you,
Color me blind
song performed by by Extreme
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Then I Met You
Then I met you
Thought that Id be happy
Going to be so happy
Living life alone and never sharing anything
Thought that I was finished
Thought that I was complete
Thought that I was whole instead of being half of something
Thought that I was growing
Growing older, wiser
Understanding why this world held nothing for my spirit
Thought that I was destined
Destined to be nothing
Destined to be nothing in this world and then I met you.
I met you
Thought that God had failed me
Thought my prayers were useless
Thought that he would never give the chance for me to praise him
Thought the book was written
Thought the game had ended
Thought the song was sung and I could never sing another
Thought my faith was misplaced
Thought my back was broken
Broken by a weight that I was never fit to carry
Thought I knew this city
Thought I knew all about it
And then one night I went to morningside and you were waiting
I met you
song performed by by Proclaimers
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Could You Picture Life?
Could you picture life?
Could you picture life?
Misty morning with birds singing melodies,
Could you picture life in the clouds,
The Morning star,
The comets,
The ufos,
The foolishness in racism,
Could you see CNN,
The crimes and the bursting that we play everyday,
The religious crimes,
Could you picture the negation in man?
That we die everyday is sin,
Could you picture?
Love is worth the New World Understanding,
Picture my eyes and see that we all be crying,
My brothers and sisters are dyeing and suffocating,
Picture the New World,
Where the True Understanding will dwell in our heart,
Could you picture?
You and I are no different,
We same creatures that creep for Bread,
Could you picture?
No man better than other,
Could you picture?
The credibility of Human Trust.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Waiting For The Day
It was only for a fight
That I asked you to come in
But you brought me tumbling down
And the walls came caving in
Wont you help me dry my tears
Help me roll away the years
Then perhaps I will forgive you
And the hurt will disappear
But in a fit of blind arrogance
You stood up and walked away
If youd given me half a chance
Ill be waiting for the day
For the day that you come back to me
Come on back to me
You come back to me
So forget the long goodbye
You never really tried
Threw the keys down on the table
Youve got your sense of pride
Then you had to tell the world
Your story must be heard
Slammed the door behind you
Without a single word
But in a fit of blind arrogance
You stood up and walked away
The day that you come back to me
Come on back to me
You come back to me
Come back to me
You come back to me
No I never had a single thought in my head
No I never had a single thought
Oh for the day that you come back to me
Come on back to me
You come back to me
Come on back to me
You could be my life long friend
You could be the light of dawn
You could keep me close at hand
You could keep me safe and warm
I will be your fantasy
If you come and stay with me
I will try to give you all
Waiting for the night to fall
You could be the light of day
You could be my life long friend
You could keep me close at hand
Waiting for the day to end
I will be your fantasy
If you come and stay with me
I will try to give my all
Waiting for the night to fall
song performed by by Erasure
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Island of seclusion
We drift on a road to nowhere
Reality is not what it seems
It`s just a fantasy in our dreams
Getting through life by any means
Sometimes stuck in life`s latrines
Seems happiness is just an illusion
In a world of utter confusion
A story with no conclusion
So i seek my peace of mind
On an island where people are kind
And happiness is easy to find
In my world of delusion
I seek my island of seclusion
poem by Joseph Whelan
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I Thought To Begin The Day With A Poem
I THOUGHT TO BEGIN THE DAY WITH A POEM
I thought to begin the day with a poem
But inside myself I hear only my own slow emptiness
Word by word I try to hear
And there is some small motion now
But still
A real poem
A poem of beauty
A poem of light
A poem of love
A poem that makes the dreamer long to dream-
And the lover long to love-
A poem that moves-
Well it is very very dark outside
And the world straining to give
Small rain to a dry land
Seems to say,
‘There may be a poem today
But it is not the poem you dream
Not the poem others will love
As you have loved
True poetry.’
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Fill The Void
Once there was a man who decided he knew everything
Once there was a book that he threw in my face
Once there was an angry mob that marched
Up and down the street
Dont ya know they all called my name
What do they want from me?
Chorus
What do they want from me?
What do they want from me?
What do they want from a poor boy who
Cant believe
They want to fill the void
They want to fill the empty spaces
But I wont let them consume me
With the rest of the lifeless faces
Once there was a little girl
Who thought that she was a queen
And she thought the world was a playground
Filled with sand
So with all her friends she created a fantasy
They all come to me with their demands
What do they want from me?
Chorus
Every little thing is a piece of a larger thing
Ever little fish is a tyrant of the sea
Every little atom is a master of his family
Every single piece calls my name
What do they want from me?
Chorus
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Make It Real
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:herman rarebell
You can always trust your inner feelings
cause they always tell the truth
Where did it get you, then your analyzing
Just do what feels right for you
If you take life as a crazy gamble
Throw your dice take your chance
You will see it from the different angle
And you too can join the dance
Make it real not fantasy
Fantasy
Make it real not fantasy
Fantasy oooh yeah
Did you ever have a secret yearning
Dont you know it could come true
Nows the time to set wheels turning
To open up your life for you
As you know theres always good and evil
Make your choice dont be blind
Open up your mind and dont be trivial
Theres a whole new world to find
Make it real not fantasy
Fantasy
Make it real not fantasy
Fantasy oooh yeah
Did you ever have a secret yearning
Dont you know it could come true
Nows the time to set wheels turning
To open up your life for you
If you take life as a crazy gamble
Throw your dice take your chance
You will see if from a different angle
And you too will join the dance
Make it real not fantasy
Fantasy
Make it real not fantasy
Fantasy
Make it real not fantasy
Fantasy
Make it real not fantasy
Fantasy oooh yeah
song performed by by Scorpions
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Renounce Violence
I have given enough of thought
As so much blood was shed and wars were fought
There is going to be no end for desires
I consider my self as goon or murderer on hire
I stood in war zone and saw scattered bodies
They were rotting in field and covered by flies
Vultures were making desperate bid to have pound of flash
What was I counting upon or victory to cash?
It just invaded my mind to think for awhile
What was I going to give this world in my style?
I have conquered over enemy and annihilated whole army
No one may dare to raise rebellion and may not be thought even by many
I stop chariot in middle
I hear deep cries and sense trouble
What was I doing for my own kingdom?
Did I think it for split of second seldom?
How many innocents have lost their lives?
How many among them may have wanted to relieve?
This holocaust of miseries and live with near ones
I felt so much in spine and thought for someone
I have done great damage to this world
The territory might have been brought under fold
I thought for awhile and asked, but at what cost?
Was I to celebrate it with great triumph and toast?
I asked repeatedly and shook the conscience
I have only to repent and regret hence
How many lives have been lost for my greedy ambition?
Is it the only way to satisfy and console the inhibition?
I get no answer and it troubles
I realize now that life is like water bubbles
I must go and bow the head to the feet of lord
Listen to what He has to offer me as final words
I shall lay down worldly life and lead humble one
I need to answer one day to someone
Many souls may search for me and seek an answer
I may have none to reply forever
I turn down complete kingdom to service
Renounce violence and seek his bless
Entire life may go now to the services of poor
Whole of my family may turn ordinary and seek blessings from door to door
* based on Ashok the great’s life
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Lost To Discover
lost to discover
i silently stayed silent without talk
snaking through the silence of thought
as i stayed silent without walk
as i stood amid the roar that caught
me for a moment in matter than lot
in my hand the grains of sand i got
through my fingers and hand
as i thought,
how shall the solemn song be sung?
how shall my burial rite be done?
who shall cry for me when i last gone?
whose life were then than now?
what really matters to man than now?
why fear death upon our eyes,
but love to shine upon our eyes?
.. i thought
without talk,
the memory of then emerged
from the night around me
and searched
each corner of life around me
but found me drenched
in many than known about me
like the flowers that matched
the one in my heart to surround me
.. as i thought
silently without talk
i lost to discover beyond desire
i searched narrowly the lines in dire
they hold a treasure, thirst and hunger
scarcely begun to word my lips without anger
and still silent, i thought for a longer
more time than mine with urge,
what did i not express?
how am i not drowned?
i still frowned
to think as i stood to a ground
of thoughts and proud
to do more than then on my ground
i silently stayed silent without talk
snaking my mind,
through the silence of thought
a thought i lost but last to find
and picked myself up to walk
shaking my time
to walk on the next thought
and said to mine,
do more now than then
o' dear abandoned one in thought
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poem: 'i lost to discover'
book: 'the mind and the science of life'
book no.13 of 2012
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Lost In A Book
SHHH!
don't bother me
I'm lost in a book
mixed up with
the complicated plots
and outrageous characters
when i'm lost in a book
I don't have to think
about my life
I'll get stuck in
a fantasy world
and never
have to come back
home again
one book
after another
I read, read, read
different places
different people
a new world
I start fresh
each time
I open up a new book
when i'm lost in a book
I am safe
no one can hurt me
I'm happy
when I'm lost
in a book
poem by Annie Janine
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So bad, so hard
I was once sad as I can be
So sad it hurts I want to fall
So sad it creeps in every me
Excruciates my very all.
So sad I felt stupidity
So bad I'm left without a clue
So hard to leave my fantasy
And all of this because of you.
For days and nights I sacrificed
I've lost myself and everything
I've hid myself and I've disguised
I never thought of anything.
I was once sad my world was black
And now I thought to find a plan
So now I will be fighting back
I'll show to you that I'm the man.
poem by Kestrel Quiambao
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The World I Wait For Within Myself/ Is A Poem
THE WORLD I WAIT FOR WITHIN MYSELF/ IS A POEM
The world I wait for within myself
Is a poem
When it comes
I simply write it down-
I am doing this now
As if this were the most natural simple and easy thing in the world-
I dream and you dream and we all dream
And whatever comes to us
Is what we are-
And we are all poems
If we can write it down
Simply and clearly and beautifully
So that when someone else reads it
They believe it.
Is this a poem now?
Perhaps.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Greater Love
All of my life I've dreamed a love would come to me
It's here and now I know it's more that and other love could be
I never though I'd know someone who loved me so
To go as for to die that His love for me would show
I searched all over but I still couldn't find
Someone to give me love to heal my hurt and ease my mind
I sought affection tried everything new
Didn't even know that I was lost without a clue
Chorus:
You have opened my eyes to a greater love
You have opened my eyes to a greater love
I used to be so blind but now it's clear to me
How your love was displayed by what you did on Calvary
I've got to tell the world that they might hurt you
To find what I've found to really see how
You have captured my soul, you have made me whole
You have set me free 'cause I have given you control
you have mended my heart and I have been redesigned
Lord with everything you are, you have been blowin' my mind
(chorus)
It's an eternal fantasy that will never, ever change
And you know He's rearranged my life
It's and eternal fantasy that will never go away
'Cause it's true R-E-A-L-I-T-Y
(bridge)
(chorus out
song performed by by Out Of Eden
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Fantasy World
living in this fantasy world
where whatever you thought of
'you could do.'
and all your dreams would follow you.'
if you dreamt of all the riches in the world
you would start off with a pearl.
then the beauties of the diamonds
rubies, sapphires and emeralds
would all follow suit.
silver and gold to boot.
you could go into any career that you want
whether it was a doctor, lawyer, scientist
or even a gymnast you could do.
it all depended upon you.
there are so many options in this fantasy world
to do, or become whatever your heart would desire.
but! it still would not put out the fire.
most all of these are material things
but love 'it could not bring'.
it could not give you what was
truely in your heart and soul.
and that was 'someone for you to hold.'
the heart and soul is together like a mother
and a child
and they'll be together for a very long while.
treat them gently, treat them with care
then all your wonders, they will share.
they'll show you all the emotions
that come in this life
from heartaches to struggles and strife.
the most important feelings that
the heart and soul will show
is the love that will flourish and grow.
this you will not find in your fantasy world
for love is much richer
than your diamonds and pearls.
love grows from deep within your heart and soul
the most glorious wonder to behold.
so step out of that fantasy world and
come into the light
that will take you on the most fantastic flight.
you will see what all others have discovered
that for you, there is a lover.
poem by Louis Rams
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My Fantasy
My fantasy is of you
Please make my dream come true
My fantasy is of you
as I call your name out of the blue
When I close my eyes
I can see you with a nightly glow
You are the only one
that can attempt to steal my flow
My fantasy is of you
while I wait in a queue
as a pilgrim on a journey
waiting for our paths to meet
And when that meeting takes place
your wheels of thought
will spin me and stop me in my track
My fantasy is of you singing a song
Singing a song with me
all night long
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Touched By A New Love
Throughout all these years
The strives of my life
I had to confront...
Confused and full of fears,
Adversity I had to defy
No knowing whether I was behind
Or I was in the front...
I lost track of my reality,
I confess, I was really lost
Living within a world of fantasy...
Ignoring the real cost...
Of looking for the woman
I could not find...
Now, with you,
I feel above, not below
You are the one, in my dream I saw...
As a blessing you came along,
Bringing light to my darkness,
Inspiring me to sing a new song
And burying all my pain and sadness...
I have become the picture
And you, my perfect frame,
Starting love as a new issue
While filling our heart
With a new flame...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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In the steps of Rumi 88: Metaphor
Simile – what looks like something else –
that’s a fun game for the senses,
for the mind: oh look Dad,
there’s a scarecrow in that field
that looks just like a man, does it
really scare crows?
Oh look Dad, there’s a beggar in the street
who looks just like a scarecrow,
I wonder if the same crows
see him too?
But metaphor – ah, that’s something else:
explanations don’t quite explain it:
you see something; it brings to mind
something very different; maybe
you just forget it, pass on; maybe
you’re a poet, and you think,
that other thing casts a subtle light
on this first thing, I’ll see if others
find the same.. and, sometimes they do,
sometimes they don’t…
Metaphor brings the whole universe,
world upon world, to the mind:
you could write a poem full of metaphor
as long as the circumference of the world,
and when you’d written it out, you’d find yourself
right here again just where you were.. but
what a lot you’d seen on the way…
We’re so used to some metaphors
because by now, they’re shared,
written into language (lucky the people
who inherit languages such as these,
they’re born into poetry…) :
take ‘bread’: you walk past the baker’s shop
in the early morning when the air is clear –
or better, go in to buy your breakfast rolls:
the smell couldn’t be more wonderful,
more promising.. the bread’s so delicious,
and best eaten today..
ah yes, ‘daily bread’ – that becomes a metaphor
for all that each and every day brings –
waking up, new thoughts, new experiences,
all that brings life to life…
that covers so many subtle things…
where does it all come from?
that’s for you to say…
Sometimes it seems that the whole world
is a metaphor for something…
for what? For its own unity,
for its very creation,
for that which we call God,
for our very self?
that’s for you to say…
Metaphor. When you meet it,
does it make you think of
English class, another boring
poem, another boring question
to answer as you chew your pen –
‘What does the poet mean when
he speaks of, lies like oyster shells
to be penknifed for their pearls? ’…
or - does it fill your heart with joy
as if someone had given you
a golden key to a secret garden
which is all you ever hoped for;
more than you could ever imagine…
and yet you recognise
it’s all really just yourself? …
In the corner of your room
there's a little girl curled up
in a large armchair, reading a book.
Don't disturb her.
The book she reads with all her self today,
may never read again, doesn't need to -
is a metaphor for
all she needs to know today
about the world, about herself;
she finishes the book,
closes it thoughtfully,
looks up at you;
she knows herself
a little more today.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Fantasize
We fantasize in our daydreams
the way we want things to be
wishing all the time
our fantasy will come true.
We find so much comfort
in our fantasy dream word
than we do in our reality
that we hope that one day
we can step out of this world
and step into that.
Saying to ourselves that it would be better
than the world we have,
but just suppose we did that.
Are we sure, it is what we really want?
No one will ever know,
as it is just our fantasy.
The one we fantasize about
when things get us down.
In our daydreams from time to time.
29 August 2011
poem by David Harris
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