A Graffiti Of A Turned Down Wall
The agained unsmithed
Striking the nails high into the sky
House scattered weeping for a roof
A shelter dreamed of from the foundation
Builds itself against the want
Dreams itself against the wake
Crucifies itself endlessly
To worldwide be
A graffiti of a turned down wall
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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I Built This House
I built this house from its foundation
It's foundation I made it strong
So that it can't be shaken
By anything
I built this house
On love
Not on lies
I built this house
I turned it into a home
And that was my vision
I built this house
Just like a wise woman
A woman who builds a house on a foundation of a rock
Not like a foolish woman
Who builds a house
On a sand
And then turns and destroys it with her hands
I won't allow anything to break it down
To break my children and my husband
With nonsense
With arguments, alcohol and unfaithfulness
So devil you better live
Cause I built this house
On top of the rock Jesus
poem by Vangile Mtyali
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This House
(nile rodgers)
This house is built
On a foundation of love
This house is built
On a foundation of love
Our toys are in the attic baby
Pictures on the wall
We can see our memories
From the days past in the mirror
Down the hall, oh yeah
Our love will survive in our own little paradise
So inspired, so inspired
Palatial it may not be
But its a home and a castle to me
A dream from a magazine
And well never give it up cause
This house is built
On a foundation of love
This house is built
On a foundation of love
Ill try to comfort you baby
You try to comfort me yeah
I know you love me
With all your heart, oh yeah
cause you say you do
You know that when you are sad
Ill be there in a flash
At the drop of a hat, oh yeah
cause I want you to feel love
And you dont have to say a thing
You dont have to ask, cause baby
This house is built
On a foundation of love
This house is built
On a foundation of love
Maybe well strike it rich
One day really make it big
And I know because our love is so strong
Well always have a home
This house is built
On a foundation of love
This house is built
On a foundation of love
This house is built
On a foundation of love
This house is built
On a foundation of love
This house is built
On a foundation of love
This house is built
On a foundation of love
song performed by by Diana Ross
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I love India.
We are assisting the dreams of others,
who have actually dreamed the dreams.
Those who dreamed about the network,
Those who dreamed about the computer,
Those who dreamed about the laptop,
Those who dreamed about the gadgets.
To assist the dreams of dreamers,
we are educating millions,
we are training the millions,
we are the tools, anyone can use us.
We are fools not knowing our strength.
We are dreamers, dreaming
other people's dreams,
are our own dreams.
Wake up, India.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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High As The Moon
i built an altar for you
out of polaroids and pins
on the wall of my room
i don't know what to do
waiting for you
should be a sin
out of south station
builds me up
it's all i can do
high as the moon
waiting for you
to come back to my room
i built an altar for you
hope you come around
those lead to my house
i had a question for you
telling the truth
throws at the sound
outside a station
builds me up
it's all i can do
high as the moon
waiting for you
to come back to my room
all i can say
is show me some strength
come over please
your enemies
won't get to you
waiting to speak
days into weeks
come over please
no enemies
outside a station
builds me up
it's all i can do
high as the moon
waiting for you
to come back to me please
come over soon
no enemies
come over see
i'm begging you
song performed by by Get Up Kids from On A Wire
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Master of the Mysterious House!
Wind realizes that she must avoid the way
As the poor fellow builds a House!
Rain promised not to be there
Until he finishes the roof.
Sun gets up early to make his foundation strong.
And the Moon protects his innocent bricks
From the thieves in the night.
This Homeless built myriad of Houses
Along the unending cycle of Births & Deaths?
All were Museums now and the skeletons of Scarecrows
Remained there!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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He who builds a house in the market-place, builds either too high or too low.
Man and his Makers
1.
I am one of the wind's stories,
I am a fancy of the rain,-
A memory of the high noon's glories,
The hint the sunset had of pain.
2.
They dreamed me as they dreamed all other;
Hawthorn and I, I and the grass,
With sister shade and phantom brother
Across their slumber glide and pass.
3.
Twilight is in my blood, my being
Mingles with trees and ferns and stones;
Thunder and stars my lips are freeing,
And there is sea-rack in my bones.
4.
Those that have dreamed me shall out-wake me,
But I go hence with flowers and weeds;
I am no more to those who make me
Than other drifting fruit and seeds.
5.
And though I love them -mourn to leave them-
Sea, earth and sunset, stars and streams,
My tears, my passing do not grieve them . . .
Other dreams have they, other dreams.
poem by Muriel Stuart
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The Magic Mirror
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Who’s the fairest fair of all?
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Who’s the smartest head of all?
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Who’s that girl standing tall?
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Who's to hold me when I fall?
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Why are you not answering my call?
Oh mirror...
The lines and the scars you do not hide;
My scattered thoughts you would not guide.
Me myself and I; the gap so wide.
Oh mirror; you make me look inside!
You show me a girl against the tide,
By the rules she would not abide.
Within your frame, a caged spirit am I?
By your name, what voice have I?
Oh mirror … can you hear me?
My mirror is deceiving me!
I will show you my smile... will you let me?
A star in my eyes... will you get me?
I will show you a happy face... please let me!
A shelter from myself... please get me!
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Do not show me her face;
I have killed her and left no trace.
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
She shall never stutter;
With a new voice, words she will utter.
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Her fear you shall never show;
Fearless she is to know.
Mirror... mirror on the wall,
Do not point at her scars;
It hurts... not her scars.
Oh mirror...
There is no Santa but tell her not;
Dreams are dreams but wake her not.
She will give in... tell her not to.
She will give up... tell her not to.
Cruel mirror...
Why show me a figure so broken?
Why tell me words unspoken?
My mirror...
Every time I look at you
I miss a line in her face.
Every time I come to you
A part of her I erase.
Every time I need you
I abandon her grace.
So my mirror..
Where is the little fat girl that you used to show me?
Where are the frightened eyes that used to look at me?
Is she still hiding her smile with her hand?
Is she still looking for a magic wand?
You loved her not;
You loved me a lot!
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
What have I done?
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Where has she gone?
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Which way do I run?
Yes mirror...
How I wish I could give you my back
and never look at you again.
How I wish I could leave you on a rack
and never fall for your tricks again.
Oh mirror... Why can’t you lie?
Why don’t you tell me that I am the fairest fair of all?
Why don’t you tell me that I am the smartest head of all?
Why don’t you let me stand proud and tall?
Will you at least be there when I fall?
Oh … Mirror … mirror on the wall …
Why are you not answering my call?
poem by Marwa Rakha
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Life To Dreams
Life to live then to dreams,
dreams to life and then remembrance of me,
two line highways just pass me by,
high beams I don't know why,
shadows in the distant mist I can not find,
wake me up when it is daylight time,
aching heart longs so deep,
it often penetrates my sleep
call me at night weeping so,
in my dreams you will no let go.
poem by Walter C. Edwards
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One Day I Wish To Wake Up...
one day i wish to wake up,
and everything to be alright,
to have the guy of my dreams,
laying beside me,
helping me with what ever comes my way,
one day i wish to wake up,
and to enjoy the life i was given,
by doing what i love,
without it being a problem,
so i can remember my purpose in life,
one day i wish to wake up,
and to have this pain taken away,
to be able to walk,
more than now,
would be all i ever dreamed,
one day i wish to wake up,
and know who i am,
be the strong person,
i forgot to be,
because i'm tired of being who i am,
one day i wish to wake up,
and become everything i wanted,
the person who knows what she wants,
and not willing to take no for an answer,
because on day, that who i will be.
Copyright © 2009
7-26-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Commons Brawl
All right and honorable gentlemen
And lady, too
Will kindly try to restrain themselves
In derring-do
As verbal hard graffiti flies
And echoes wall to wall
Our precious model of democracy
Its the house of commons brawl
One member from some dark mill town
Furious did cry
Spittle froth from folded chin
To dim the lie
Lets serve this brief and list the rush
Of whos allowed catcalls
Lets finish this right here and now
At the house of commons brawl
Kick, punch with the government
As with jackets off they fly heaven-bent
Scratch gouge with the other side
As the party firmly admit a fight
Another day in the lives of those
Who would guide us through
If all is prepped that we should
By their example do
But there again I think for less
For gyving to the wall
The wrong house but the right idea
To end the commons brawl
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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A House called Lonely (A Trilogy in three parts)
There is a street in every town that owns a house
called lonely. Then when your just passing by you might
just say, 'if only.
If only could mean a life time of thoughts but it does'nt cure
a lonely house and all its faults.
Boarded up windows and tiles gone from the roof, graffiti
painted by a rebelious youth.
Such a lonely house and an oh such a tired one,
one that has lost all it's fun.
Stairs and rafters all gone to pot all that is left
is wood worm and dry rot.
No children playing in the garden, it's just a house condemend
by the council without no pardon. Poor lonely house someones
forgotton dream, now describing lifes social scene.
This lonely house stands in the way because their building
a By Pass or a new motorway.
The house called lonely could be any where, in the town, the
country or city square.
Even in your street there's a house called lonely just waiting
for you to say 'if only'
poem by Sylvia Spencer
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Should We Do?
Should we do as we please
In this house of shelter?
The roof is above us when we speak
And is my life so fruitful?
The real picture contains a house
So cold and dank.
The sacred blessings are concocted
By the best of us, so we think of our home.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I Dreamed.
I dreamed a dream and in that dream,
I dreamed that I had dreamed a dream,
Of hope and fairytales come true,
I dreamed a dream and thought of truth,
I dreamed a dream of life and love,
Of fate and angels and God above,
I dreamed a dream of good wishes and friends,
I dreamed a dream I dreaded to end,
But then I woke into my dream,
I dreamed I woke in a world obscene,
I dreamed a dream of violence and hate,
And once again I dreamed of fate,
I dreamed a dream of terror and fear,
I dreamed that each word went unheard,
And so children never spoke a word,
I dreamed a dream of demons and beasts,
I dreamed a dream that ended at last,
I woke in my bed and wondered if,
I dreamed a dream of dreams or if,
I dreamed a dream of truth that night,
And if so I wondered which was truth,
And which was merely a dream.
poem by Emma Wright
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House and Home
A house is not a home
Is what has oft been said
When one shares it with no one
And is all alone in stead
But home does not a house make
For without walls there is no place
Nor is there shelter over
When there's no roof for cover
So whether in solitude or company
In real life or fantasy
Both home and house in kind
Need more than frame of mind
poem by Lola Cesini
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Today... 'Foundation laid in Zion
There on Zion's mount stands a foundation stone
upon which the church through the ages has grown.
A cornerstone that the Lord Jehovah laid.
A tried and tested stone that will not fade.
How firm a Foundation we have in the Lord
as He builds The Living Church upon His Word.
No other foundation will ever suffice
for we stand upon Christ's perfect sacrifice.
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Peace In A Palace
'You were weeping in the night,' said the Emperor,
'Weeping in your sleep, I am told.'
'It was nothing but a dream,' said the Empress;
But her face grew gray and old.
'You thought you saw our German God defeated?'
'Oh, no!' she said. 'I saw no lightnings fall.
I dreamed of a whirlpool of green water,
Where something had gone down. That was all.
_'All but the whimper of the sea gulls flying,
Endlessly round and round,
Waiting for the faces, the faces from the darkness,
The dreadful rising faces of the drowned._
'It was nothing but a dream,' said the Empress.
'I thought I was walking on the sea;
And the foam rushed up in a wild smother,
And a crowd of little faces looked at me.
They were drowning! They were drowning,' said the Empress,
'And they stretched their feeble arms to the sky;
But the worst was--they mistook me for their mother,
And cried as my children used to cry.
_'Nothing but a whimper of the sea-gulls flying,
Endlessly round and round,
With the cruel yellow beaks that were waiting for the faces,
The little floating faces of the drowned.'_
'It was nothing but a dream,' said the Emperor,
'So why should you weep, dear, eh?'--
'Oh, I saw the red letters on a life belt
That the green sea washed my way!'--
'What were they?' said the Emperor. 'What were they?'--
'Some of them were hidden,' said the Empress,
'But I plainly saw the L and the U!'
'In God's name, stop!' said the Emperor.
'You told me that it was not true!
_'Told me that you dreamed of the sea gulls flying,
Endlessly round and round,
Waiting for the faces, and the eyes in the faces,
The eyes of the children that we drowned._
'Kiss me and forget it,' said the Emperor,
'Dry your tears on the tassel of my sword.
I am going to offer peace to my people,
And abdicate, perhaps, as overlord.
I shall now take up My Cross as Count of Prussia--
Which is not a heavy burden, you'll agree.
Why, before the twenty million dead are rotten
There'll be yachting days again for you and me.
Cheer up!
It would mean a rope for anyone but Me.'
_'Oh, take care!' said the Empress. 'They are flying,
Endlessly round and round.
They have finished with the faces, the dreadful little faces,
The little eyeless faces of the drowned.'_
poem by Alfred Noyes
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In my house,
In my house,
In my house there is shelter,
Love affectionate,
Most still cannot believe it,
How did that house make it?
Bringing my own house from all failing's,
It was all by your hardwork's,
You came all out in control,
My own breathe made it,
Iam breathing all freely in my house,
The shelter is not compared to any love,
That the star's wonder why.
poem by Abdul Karim
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What Is A Hero
A hero is a Dad,
who carries your heart onto his with his unconditional love.
A hero is a Dad,
who builds your first pair of wings to enable you to fly on your own.
A hero is a Dad,
who builds your faith when all hope tumbles out from your heart.
A hero is a Dad,
who builds you a magical ladder to keep you high off the ground.
A hero is a Dad,
who builds your confidence so you make it through the wind and rain.
A hero is a Dad,
who builds your strength beyond his own when your life with pain collides.
A hero is a Dad,
who knows when he must step aside when another hero has come to carry your heart onto his.
A hero is a Dad,
who builds his strength of having to let go when walking his little girl down the aisle to place her heart onto the heart of another hero.
poem by Linda Patino
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Shelter
Well, Here I Am This Is My Shelter
Here I'm At One With These Trees
And All These Birds Sing To My Rhythms
And These Waves They Comfort Me
Do What You Will While Your Able
Find What It Is That You Seek
Only I'll Fly, Fly, Fly Above The Ocean
I Will Fly So High Above The Sea
If It's Shelter You're Searching For
The One That I Cannot Provide,
Well, I Wish You Well On Your Journey
I Hope Your Dreams They Come Alive
I Hope Your Dreams Back Down And They,
Well They Thrive
Do, Do, Do
Do, Do, Do
Do, Do, Do
Well, I Filled My Cup With Your Answers
I Filled My Cup With Your Lies
You Topped It Up With Your Mysteries
And All Those Secrets I denied
Do What You Will While Your Able
Find What It Is That You Seek
Only I'll Fly, Fly, Fly Above The Ocean
I Will Fly So High Above The Sea
If It's Shelter You're Searching For
The One That I Cannot Provide,
Well, I Wish You Well On Your Journey
I Hope Your Dreams They Come Alive
I Hope Your Dreams Back Down And They,
Well They Thrive
I Hope Your Dreams They Come Alive
I Hope Your Dreams Back Down And Thrive
Do, Do, Do
Do, Do, Do
Do, Do, Do
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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