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Discontinuous Existence

We do not die, instead we live a discontinuous existence. This life here, my body, my thoughts, memories, feelings, what I am physically, once this is over it is over. Anything else is just an allusion. When we die it is over, nothing is going to recreate us, make us again. Restore us to what we are. It is over the end. No more. End of story. Final curtain. The dirt sleep. Or is it.

Could not resonances of this life carry over to our next life, be with us in the after life, in the life between llives. Could it be a process analogous to dreams? Could parts of your life continue in another existence after death in the same way aspects of you continue in your sleep, to different degrees. Part of your life as a child continues periodically when you dream at night, parts of you as a young man and or woman continue in your dreams. Images and deep connections you have with creation and or the divine, depending on your perspective, continue when you are dreaming. Though you are not you, you are you, brought to life again.

poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall

Through the corridors of sleep
Past shadows dark and deep
My mind dances and leaps in confusion
I don't know what is real
I can't touch what I feel
And I hide behind the shield of my illusion
So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall
The mirror on my wall
Casts an image dark and small
But I'm not sure at all it's my relfection
I am blinded by the light
Of God and truth and right
And I wander in the night without direction
So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall
No matter if you're born
To play the King or pawn
For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow
So my fantasy
Becomes reality
And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow
So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end
And flowers never bend
With the rainfall

song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall

Through the corridors of sleep
Past the shadows dark and deep
My mind dances and leaps in confusion.
I don't know what is real,
I can't touch what I feel
And I hide behind the shield of my illusion.
So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.
The mirror on my wall
Casts an image dark and small
But I'm not sure at all it's my reflection.
I am blinded by the light
Of God and truth and right
And I wander in the night without direction.
So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.
It's no matter if you're born
To play the King or pawn
For the line is thinly drawn 'tween joy and sorrow,
So my fantasy
Becomes reality,
And I must be what I must be and face tomorrow.
So I'll continue to continue to pretend
My life will never end,
And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.

song performed by by Paul Simon
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Living Trophies

On their way to school
Carrying dreams of future
In their book bags
Kids grow into old man
Their prattle
Like tiny butterflies
Continue to live.

Of dreams and their interpretations
Of brightly lit hands
And happy lines of fate
Folks seperate from us
Their memories
Continue to live.

In the eve-time loneliness
In the head-splitting deep gaze
Like withering dreams
Scenes get blurred
Glued to the path - eyes
Continue to live.

In the empty spaces of life
In the courtyards of
Waning sunlight
Holding medals of valour
And defeats
Mothers of slain war heroes
Continue to live.

Poets
Writing on scraps die
Their poems
Continue to live.

(Translated from the original Urdu by Satyapal Anand)

poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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By The Name of Hope and Love

Messages of solitude overwhelms me from winter trees
Sometimes by dreams, sometimes by despair and uncertainty
I continue to travel the road of solitude and dream
As has been the turbulent history of mankind

Messages of happiness captures me from the dawning
Sometimes by expectation, sometimes by stark reality
I continue a long march of life by the name of solitude
As has been the life of a Saint

Messages of challenges awakens me from turbulent sea waves
Sometimes by courage, sometimes by fear
I continue the long journey of challenges by the name of hope
As has been the dream of an ambitious boy

Messages of hope comes from my deep heart
Sometimes by dream, sometimes by energy and spirit
I continue to walk in the darkness by the name of love
As has been the life of Jesus Christ

poem by Tae Woo Park
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Dreaming While You Sleep

In and out of darkness, in and out of sleep
Trying to keep my hands upon the wheel.
Never saw the corner in the driving rain.
I never saw her step into the street.
Dreaming while you sleep
Dreaming while you sleep
Memories to keep
Dreaming while you sleep
I can never understand what went thru my mind
I didnt stop to see what I had done.
Had to keep on driving deep into the night
The miles between would somehow put it right
Dreaming while you sleep
Dreaming while you sleep
Memories to keep
Dreaming while you sleep
All my life you lie silently there
All my life in a world so unfair
All my life and only Ill know why
And it will live inside of me,
I will never be free all my life,
Trapped in her memory all my life
Till the day that you open your eyes,
Please open your eyes
Dreaming while you sleep
Dreaming while you sleep
Heard it on the radio, saw it on tv,
But could I take my secret to the grave.
If I had another chance, would I do the same.
Would I still deny that it was me.
Dreaming while you sleep
Dreaming while you sleep
Dreaming while you sleep,
Are you dreaming while you sleep?
All my life Ill be haunted by
All my life just one moment in time
All my life until the day I die
And it will live inside of me
Oh I will never be free all my life
Trapped in her memory all my life
Till the day that you open your eyes
All of my life - you lie silently there
All my life - in a world so unfair
All my life - and only I know why
And it will live inside of me
I will never be free all my life
Trapped in her memory - all my life
Till the day that you open your eyes.
All of my life.
Just one moment of time, all my life.

song performed by by Genesis
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Elizabeth Taylor Symphony

Elizabeth Taylor entered heaven today
And here is where she will live now
In her brass bed in heaven she will sleep
But her luxurious life will continue in heaven
At friday's night she will dance in heaven wIth God
And she will continue to enjoy her glass of wine in heaven with God
Her new life inheaven will be a better one for sure

poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Life Of Wishes

May we understand the fine points of life,
Each being simpler than the one before.
This we continue until we have learnt the life,
This life condemns anyone who is smaller.

The life forces continue to sustain us,
The wishes of some are those wishes to sustain;
Any one wanting a simple act must learn,
That life does condone those who force.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Your Prisoner For Life

What does this life have in store for me
Is it to be only loneliness, not loved but not free
Am I ever to feel a warm touch or thought
Life without love seems to be the ticket I bought

My very soul screams out in pain, but silently to you
You don't see the remnants of a heart, you don't have a clue
You don't see the nights, I silently cry myself to sleep
I'll continue to love alone, I'm in too deep

I've finally given up, married to a stranger i don't know
But we will continue to be married and put on this show
This show of this love, you have me for life
You will always have my love, as your wife

I'll take the crumbs where they may fall
This is our life, forever yours at your call!

poem by Donna Nimmo
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Live as if this is all there is

Live your life with purpose,
Walk to the edge of universe.

Shout at the top of your voice,
Listen to the echo.

Listen hard, Listen carefully,
Listen your instinct and intuition.

Practise what you know,
Practise wellness and healthy lifestyle.

Play with abandon,
Laugh and smile always.

Identify your choices,
Identify your opportunities,
Choose with no regret.

Continue to learn,
Continue to improve,
Continue to live happily ever after.

Enjoy your life now, not tomorrow.
Stay alert, stay awake,
Enjoy what you have now.

Appreciate your friends and relatives,
Do what you love.
Do what you please yourself.

Live a complete and satisfy life,
Live your life as there is no tomorrow.

Value your life,
Live as if this is all there is.

poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Joy in life

There is no sensation or joy in life
You are not with me as mate or wife
In every object I see you or find
Nothing appeals me even air or wind

I can’t murmur or sing
Can’t fly with crippled wing
Feet crumble and perform no dance
Eyes disobey and refuse to glance

I have no reason to smile
How to offer or go along for a mile
Everything seems to be far away for while
I continue to live as if in exile

Dreams don’t invade me in night
Thoughts emerge and continue to fight
Tears gush often and simply occupy
Restless night descend to make me cry

It may be cowardice act if I leave the scene
Must looks normal so that pain isn’t seen
However to explore what can be done as best
In every sphere of life even if it is hard test

Time and tide may offer the resistance
To lead simple life may be our insistence
We will not leave the scene and fled away
Continue to find solution and honourable way

Every morning may bring new message
Life may move on with smooth passage
We may care for precious time and save
Move on with mission and sail on waves

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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On Organ Donation

If you’re brain-dead by accidents:

Your eyes can continue to see
By being placed in one who needs,
And live for another life-time!

Your heart can continue to beat
In one who needs a living pump
To circulate the blood around!

Your kidneys both can excrete wastes
In persons two with uraemia,
And help them live for some more years!

Your liver transplanted in one
With alcoholic cirrhosis
Can help him live for some more weeks!

Your pancreas, lungs, intestines,
Bone, bone-marrow and entire skin
Can be help to keep fifty alive!

Donate your other organs too
To ones in dire need of them,
And make your corpse to help men live!

So, gift your body parts to ones
Who seem to be in verge of death
And help continue to breathe!

Donate your organs; help men live!
You can serve God and man though dead!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-5-2009

poem by John Celes
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Mother's Continue...

Through eternity Mother's continue......
her mother bare her
and mother's continue.....
WE all started out as some mother's baby boy or girl, except for Adam & Eve
mother's continue Adam & Even were created fully grown, that means God
was mother to them.
Mother's continue
babies are still being conceived
Mother's continue.......

Hey Mom I know you've been wounded by life
before
I know you've cried, worried and needed someone to hold you up, pray for you, you will continue....

I thought when you I saw you take you're last breathe Friday July 13,2007 I
would go too, you leaving was hard for me.
Lady Alice Carter I see you when Iook in the mirror

Mother's continue.....

poem by Sylvia Loven Carter
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Choosing Selfishness

no one calls you
to watch it
a thing like this
is a secret
just between two
people
no one wants to
share it
with you
and you continue
to be alone
with no one embracing
your body
or simply asking
where you are now
you watch it somehow
in video
even beyond those hours
when you are
supposed to have
a good night sleep
you continue being
a boat without a steer
on this lonely
journey
with your own hands
caressing your own
body

you have are shrinking
into an abyss
refusing the offered lips
of others
who tell you how
delicious a french kiss
can be
injecting life into
your throat
making your tongue
alive again

it is your decision now
as you close the door
and face the internet
of your life
on a pornography
of selfishness
more evil than
self-abuse

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sleep Away The Day

We sleep to forget,
to stop the madness,
to make life just a little more bearable,
to make us feel in control,
to make all the bad people go away,

We sleep for the fun of it,
to make our life in a world of our creation,
to remember those who have left us,
to make us feel our imagination come to life,
to feel the magic of life around us,

We sleep to be things were not,
to make us a doctor
to make us an army man
to make us a police officer
to make us the President/Prime Minister

We sleep to feel alive,
to those who say dreams are not real,
i say to you,
do you not feel in your dreams,
do you not get caught in the moment of a dream,
do you not wish you could control reality,
do you not wish for the best in life,

That is why we dream,
to fulfill our wishes,
it is the one place we are gods,
so i say next time you want to give up and die
i say...

Sleep Away The Day!

copyrights 2008: Dustin J. Ross

poem by Dustin Ross
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The color of the dream

dreams are made of color, according to one own perception
and experience, neither each dream are just a simple one,
nay, it is only a fruit of illusion or a product of hallucination,
but the fact remain, that it is always a part our life

in dream, our imagination creates, the things that we want too,
the impossible becomes a reality to grasp, the satisfaction, that
brings and leads us to achieve the things we dream off, it is
the end where our commitment begins

so real, that each parts of the body move, to concretize, what we
aim for in life, it might be impossible but the minds that initiate,
has made everything making the best of it, possible to exist,
a fulfillment that the body, the soul has come to join in force, to
satisfy the illusion of the mind

in our life, all are just started in dream, the future of our existence,
are pattern in this kind of imagination, a concept, a notion that
comes to being, a creation of God, that until today the fulfillment
has yet to come, when everything will be done in his own purpose
and destiny

we will never be perfected our dream until we give meaning of
what we share, we lend, we take, and live, each of us has to
make our dream, according to what is pleasing in our sight, it
is a call to paint our work for this end product of beauty will brings
us to the creation of the one who give and thought our eyes to
create our own dream ,

our being, is the most perfect ingredients in the color of our dream
for in every drops of stroke of brush, the elements of harmony,
create, the beauty of our existence in this wonderful universe, making
the creation prefect, a fulfillment of the promise of God

dream as you wish, live as you create, paint it with different color,
for only in painting your life will shined, and emulate other to light
the true meaning of the wonder of creation of life

' be an ingredients of color for others to dream '

poem by Antonio Liao
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A joy or sensation

There is no sensation or joy in life
if you are not with me as mate or wife
in every object I see you or find
nothing appeals to me even air or wind

I can’t murmur or sing
Can’t fly with crippled wing
Feet crumble and perform no dance
Eyes disobey and refuse to glance

I have no reason to smile
How to offer or go along for a mile
Everything seems to be far away for while
I continue to live as if in exile

Dreams don’t invade me in night
Thoughts emerge and continue to fight
Tears gush often and simply occupy
Restless night descend to make me cry

It may be cowardice act if I leave the scene
Must looks normal so that pain isn’t seen
However to explore what can be done as best
In every sphere of life even if it is hard test

Time and tide may offer the resistance
To lead simple life may be our insistence
We will not leave the scene and fled away
Continue to find solution and honorable way

Every morning may bring new message
Life may move on with smooth passage
We may care for precious time and sure to save
Move on with mission and sail on waves

There is no sensation or joy in life
if you are not with me as mate or wife
in every object I see you or find
nothing appeals to me even air or wind

Life has proved to be an adventurous
It was never challenge and proved as mysterious
It has provided us challenge and remained continuous
Have we accepted the fact and tried to make it harmonious?

Life is to be lived to its full length
There lies complete joy and d strength
We may sometimes find it difficult
It certainly provides us success and result

Try to enjoy it will simple smile
Never look tiresome or wear it for a while
Enjoy the fruits of life and carry on
It is half way battle already won

We must think seriously and define
Life has to be though afresh and refined
It has to have close look and watch
It must be renewed with fine approach

You may like it with new vigor and energy
No joy can be brought with the help of money
Life is to be recreated in fine way
You will be able to make it bright with golden ray

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The fight

Even you think that life
Apparently has no sense
Each life has a sense
Do you need to know
What am I doing with my life?
I pray, my love,
For the coming moments
Of truth.

Do not destroy your hopes and dreams
Don't let your memories
To become shadows
In hindsight.
And don't ever lose yourself
When you look back
On your life.

And let the Light to
Undertake some sort
Of war-ending mission
About life.

And don't forget
That to live means to suffer
Because the human nature
Is not perfect
And neither is the world
We need the comprehensiveness
Of our destiny
And its fatality

You must continue
To fight in the spirit
Until the end
And do not forget that I love you
And you absolutely have to be alive.

poem by Marieta Maglas
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Collection Of Short Poems

MEANINGLESS
I looked into my soul
And saw a great emptiness that enswallowed me.
It was strange and it was dark.
A darkness so vast I fall into it.
Terrified, my heart froze
As fear’s ice hands griped it.
Big dreams and ambitions cut short by the shortness of life
My life now a black deep ocean to drown in
For this is now my fate for mine had being a vain pursuit for self.

DREAMS

The dreams,
These dreams that I dream when I sleep in my sleep.
Are so scary so dark that I awake to only find
That am trapped in the dusty dream of dreaminglessness.

Am lost like a codeless soul flowing in space.
Like a fading painting I evaporate losing myself in the mystic shadows of life.

I don’t know me;
I don’t feel me,
Am I dreaming or is this real?

The dreams,
These dreams that I dream when I sleep in my sleep.
These dreams that I dream are when my eyes are closed yet open
Are not for the faint hearted,
The dreams.

MIRROR, MIRROR, MIRROR

Internal reflections of my soul
Looking deep where I have never being before
I stand mouth agap at the images I see below.

Distorted images,
I can’t see me.
Is the mirror broken or is it the state f my soul?

Mirror, mirror, mirror!
Is there any hope at all?
Tell me now for I fear that I have completely lost my way.
Mirror…?

poem by Tigana Chileshe
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Death Came Knocking At My Door

Knocking at my door

Death came knocking at my door
HE SAID: my life would be no more.
He was coming to take me away
To a place where I would stay.
I would be there for all eternity
And that my soul was finally free.
It would be a happier place
Where I would see a friendly face.
I SAID: are you not the “ grim reaper’?
HE SAID: oh no! I was your guardian angel
Here on earth, and your guardian
Till you reach that final sleep.
And when you open your eyes again
You will be with family and friends.
I will help you to earn your wings
For in heaven, that’s the normal thing.
Not every death is with the reaper
A lot of this is so much deeper
You have been watched from your birth
And we know just what you’re worth.
You have helped so many in your life
With your thoughts and deeds
and with that you did exceed.
You will continue to help in death
as you did in life.
This is the final sacrifice

poem by Louis Rams
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Day Dreamer

Day Dreamer
By: Adam M. Snow

If dreams would end with life of all life,
would our dreams still suffer with strife?
Would the day dreamer still dream,
or is it all that it may seem?
Dreaming in a night, or in a day,
dreaming as it's all flown away.

Living a life as it use to be,
like branches of stars we see.
Is this but a dream within a dream,
to grasp the glistening moonlight beam?
From dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn,
dreaming of that day that is gone.

That day to which all dreams died,
with all fears and hope we feel inside.
Dreams that died will be born once more.
dreams freed beyond the open door.
If dreams live within all life,
will it one day be free of all strife?

To be in the vastness of one's dream,
and lit the way with a sparkle gleam.
To be with peace and fear surround,
to be the lost now is found.
If dreams would end with life of all life,
would our dreams still suffer with strife?

poem by Adam M. Snow
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