Enchanting Day
My eloquent enchanting day of speech
Finds a fortnight in discussion, with midnight;
Hollow and lovely life is a way of driving down,
Cordial thanks are offered now that you define.
Behold the sorrow of worlds and their gallantry,
The enduring sight is the best sight,
With trouble as the meaning of the day,
Felicity enters the mind afterwards.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Make no laws whatever concerning speech, and speech will be free; so soon as you make a declaration on paper that speech shall be free, you will have a hundred lawyers proving that "freedom does not mean abuse, nor liberty license"; and they will define and define freedom out of existence. Let the guarantee of free speech be in every man's determination to use it, and we shall have no need of paper declarations. On the other hand, so long as the people do not care to exercise their freedom, those who wish to tyrannize will do so; for tyrants are active and ardent, and will devote themselves in the name of any number of gods, religious and otherwise, to put shackles upon sleeping men.
quote by Voltairine de Cleyre
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Hollow Man
Emptiness consuming me
Head in hands, I can hardly speak
looking for solitude, Lost in humanity
True knowledge leads to suffering
A constant quest an endless dream
Searching for inner peace, hidden so deep in me
Don't wanna be a hollow man
Ain't gonna be the hollow man
Don't wanna be a hollow man
Ain't gonna be the hollow man
Sadness comes knocking constantly
Filling up my eyes, for all to see
Peace will come some day, I pray that it finds a way
Darkness caressing my mind and soul
My spirits rejecting, I'm feeling whole
Emptiness goes away, fills with the light of day
Don't wanna be a hollow man
Ain't gonna be the hollow man
Don't wanna be a hollow man
Ain't gonna be the hollow man
I rise up like the pheonix from the ashes of an older way
With wisdom gained, I turn away, I turned away
Hollow man, find yourself some other Plan
Don't wanna be a hollow man Ain't gonna be the hollow man
Don't wanna be a hollow man
Ain't gonna be the hollow man
song performed by by Iced Earth
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Driving South
Driving south round midnight
Man I must have been insane
Driving south round midnight
In a howling hurricane
I stopped for an old man hitcher at a lonely old crossroad
He said I'm going nowhere
And I'm only here to see if I can steal your soul
I'm not tryin' to make you
I don't want to touch your skin
I know all there is to know about you and all your sins
Well
song performed by by The Stone Roses from Second Coming
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Define insanity, define me
'A spectrum of behaviours characterised by
certain abnormal mental or behavioural patterns
that may manifest as violation of societal norms
including becoming a danger to themselves and others or
nowadays denoting mental instability'
Hey! wiki define abnormal, because I don't understand
Tell me who decides societal norms, cause I didn't contribute to them
Let me be dangerous, let me be myself
The stability of whom should I look at?
Define love, define pain, define sufferance
define mercy, define justice, define tolerance
define passion, define sex, define complexity
define insanity, please define me
Take me out of this dream, I can't catch the reality
lead me through this wet fog, guide me home
all my senses are enhanced when
I'm abandoned to your memory
Borderline attitude of being nervous, occasionally anguished
a stormy spirit supposedly calm, a balance quite disturbed
people are arrogant with strange guys
people are scared about non-linear minds
are you among them?
Define love, define pain, define sufferance
define mercy, define justice, define tolerance
define passion, define sex, define complexity
define insanity, please define me
poem by Ilaria Boffa
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To Define Your Life’s Purpose
life is for doing
life is for living
life is for giving
life is also for giving
ah but what will you give...
what will be your mark definitive
to define your life’s meaning...
to define your life’s purpose...
to define ultimate essence of your soul
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Life
Somehow
I feel
Disenchanted
And discontented
With life
Yet life finds
So many ways
Of enchanting me
And making me
Feel contented
Does she
Succeed?
No,
She fails,
Miserably...
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Keep Driving
Another new york waltz at four a.m.,
In the canyons lost at night
The citys just a jail for me, full of high rise prison walls
And Im riding through this darkness,
cause I know theres life within
And Im searching through the shadows,
Just to find that light again
Keep driving (keep driving),
Let the meter run
Keep driving (keep driving),
Oh the nights not really done
Keep driving
And Im hanging on a memory, and I feel it in the air
Im a prisoner of these lonely streets,
But I know Ill find you there
And oh lord, you look so pretty,
But you can see it in my eyes
And just before my tear will fall, oh you smile and get inside
It seems so real until the light turns green
Dont wake me up, dont ruin this dream, dont take me from my scene
Keep driving, keep driving,
Keep driving, keep driving,
I cant go home, dont take me home, I cant go home alone
They dont tell you when the music stops,
Or how the movie ends
Is it too late once the feelings gone,
To back it up and start it all again?
Oh lord you look so pretty,
And you can see it in my eyes
And just before that tear will fall, oh you smile and get inside
(keep driving) keep driving, driving
I cant go home, dont take me home, I cant go home alone
(keep driving) let the meter run,
(keep driving) dont take me home
(keep driving) ooh, the nights still young
(keep driving) I gotta find someone,
(keep driving) I gotta find someone,
(keep driving) I gotta find someone,
(keep driving) I gotta find someone,
(keep driving) ooh find someone,
(keep driving) I gotta find someone,
(keep driving) find someone,
(keep driving) find someone,
(keep driving, keep driving, keep driving, keep driving, keep driving)
song performed by by Meat Loaf
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Behold
I get it done
behold plenitude
focused
behold joy
behold greatness of god
behold wonderful life
behold charisma
behold
poem by Johnny Walks
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Life to define
How to term life and define
What is so nice about it and feel fine?
It is hollow till you fill in
Make it worthwhile and to be seen
No one can feel contended
It is to be carefully attended
Not a single corner to be left out
Life story is certainly good and to be talked about
We cry, rejoice and suffer also from pain
All our energy goes in search and sometimes in vain
Nothing to be missed in golden drive
We all have to struggle and survive
Take help from nature
Make it memorable for future
How birds sing with melody on tree?
We too air nicely and feel free
Till life spells doom
Till it finds no room
Life must be lived on
Mission is to be carried on and won
Not to end abruptly till the last
As it may end with its approach very fast
So to say “go on” with lively object
Till you have overcome and enjoyed the subject
We may come across many hurdles
Difficulties may come in lot or in bundles
We have enough of strength to counter
We have the courage and will power at the centre
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Friendship!
Resting over midnight's bosom a careless heart...
The other beneath a ceiling gaze in perplexity
Ov'r the seventh hour beyond his day he lives...
Dreading wicked malice and atrocity
The day rises wide
From some nook of night...
Night seems to disappear forever like a dream...
Still there in hollow deep of a heart it finds its refuge...
Somber and bleak too yearns a day, longs a friend to restore to life.
And so a bright day came to me too,
Basking in warmth of a light hearted fellow,
Gliding over life with ease
Tossing off the lumber in her toe...
Folks and friends lest merry days...
Surpass nought the shallow's deep...
Down tread utmost linger's laughter...
Steeps high up through all alone...
And so a fortnight flee into an uneven thousand...
Long days and short nights...
Shorter the days over night the same...
Careless heart and Perplexed...
Merry and Weary they both remain...
Differ far more the poles...
East and west rift drifts apart with age...
Twain met, hearty n solemn,
Long hither, long enough now for here to stay.
In amok and hustle...
Seems so, life strolled by...
Carless dreamy eyed...
Life to life returns in youth...
Sapling Sores the sky...
Warmth and laughter flung the porch...
Hung over the gates low wretch...
Wisdom high beyond years in earnest thoughtfulness...
And stupid fix to sillier affairs...
Sweethearts all around...
If not hearts sweet faces for sure...
Namby-Pamby you go...
Red and pink...
Grinning ear to ear...
And so I say we have lived lot, a lot that trifle too
Which rejoiced, which hurt, which gave hope
Together we give life its expression
Its fullness
It's content...
Together we are sober, are mad...
And all the life to be we are
Two great fools and the best of friends...
poem by Lama Abbas
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Rituals That Appal
Cumbersome rituals appal the mind,
The wits are affected by this ritual.
The mind is troublesome to the eloquent speech,
One speaks loudest when affected.
The whole piety of a speaker is about,
Wanting the air of a seminary.
A doddering dwarf has reminded us
Of his walk in the holy region.
The rituals of his stupid speech
Are around the house of words.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Commercial speech is like obscenity... we can't seem to define it, but we know it when we see it.
quote by Jef I. Richards
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Ill Do The Driving
She knows nothing at all about nothing
The moment I saw her was something I found alarming
That certain nothing behind her eyes
Tv, she finds intoxicating
Shows about cops and dating
She has a soft spot
For cops who are robots
And I dont know where this is going
But Ive got a feeling
Ill do the driving from now on
Sometimes we stare at the stars from my roof
She wants to know if they are _fire proof_
I say I guess so, how else can they glow on for so long
Were out, the jukebox plays jumping jack flash
She says i love johnny cash, the man in red
I turn my head and pretend not to hear what she said
And I dont know where this is going
But Ive got a feeling
Ill do the driving from now on
And I dont know where this is going
But Ive got a feeling
Ill do the driving from now on
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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Speech Sparkles
To articulate and talk is like heaven,
There is much conjecture about this.
Speech addresses the weak, halting our senses
To define the names of our choice, very sound.
Distressful and colourful the speech is,
Dialogues commanding, opening like tunnels
For the taking, inside there is a word.
We are the spectators of choice,
Our option sparkles from inside.
poem by Naveed Akram
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’Tis So Lovely To …
’Tis so lovely to be born a Christian;
’Tis so lovely to be a Roman Catholic;
’Tis so lovely to follow Jesus Christ;
’Tis so lovely to know the one, living God;
’Tis so lovely to read the Holy Bible;
’Tis so lovely to have Christian parents
’Tis so lovely to walk in the shadow of the Holy cross;
’Tis so lovely to spread the Gospel;
’Tis so lovely to obey God’s Ten Commandments;
’Tis so lovely to abide by the precepts of the holy Catholic Church;
’Tis so lovely to receive the Holy Sacraments;
’Tis so lovely to confess sins and gain forgiveness from God;
’Tis so lovely to receive the Holy Eucharist;
’Tis so lovely to be an example of Christ unto others;
’Tis so lovely to be a “Fisher of Souls”;
’Tis so lovely to do miracles like Christ;
’Tis so lovely to heal the sick by prayers;
’Tis so lovely to console the sick and the dying;
’Tis so lovely to live a life like that of Christ;
’Tis so lovely to keep the soul pure;
’Tis so lovely to be filled by the Holy Spirit;
’Tis so lovely to take the road to heaven;
’Tis so lovely to die a holy Christian death;
’Tis so lovely to resurrect after death;
’Tis so lovely to be spared of eternal damnation;
’Tis so lovely to have eternal life;
’Tis so lovely to live in commune with God
Forever in Heaven thereafter!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-16-2006
poem by John Celes
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Etienne de la Boéce
I serve you not, if you I follow,
Shadow-like, o'er hill and hollow,
And bend my fancy to your leading,
All too nimble for my treading.
When the pilgrimage is done,
And we've the landscape overrun,
I am bitter, vacant, thwarted,
And your heart is unsupported.
Vainly valiant, you have missed
The manhood that should yours resist,
Its complement; but if I could
In severe or cordial mood
Lead you rightly to my altar,
Where the wisest muses falter,
And worship that world-warning spark
Which dazzles me in midnight dark,
Equalizing small and large,
While the soul it doth surcharge,
That the poor is wealthy grown,
And the hermit never alone,
The traveller and the road seem one
With the errand to be done;—
That were a man's and lover's part,
That were Freedom's whitest chart.
poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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The Hollow Ones
the hollow ones
live in a hollow world,
walk a hollow path
with hollow hearts.
speaking often, never talking.
listening, but never hearing.
touching, but never feeling.
inhaling, but never exhaling.
with nothing behind their
hollow eyes.... insulated,
burning nuclear fuel
in a carbon world...
an ingrown toenail
on the foot...
of an angry God!
the hollow ones...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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This 'Thing' About Time
I have this 'thing' about time.
And those who express,
Time for them is meaningless.
It is like having a discussion about discipline.
And many can intellectualize it...
But the act of it is too distant for them.
Being on time some define,
Is stated for the purpose to be on it and not late.
Others will take it and waste it as they see fit.
Not arriving before or on time at all.
Just to have another irritated losing patience...
Awaiting to hear an excuse someone makes.
I have this 'thing' about time.
And those who express,
Time for them is meaningless.
It is like having a discussion about discipline.
And many can intellectualize it...
But the act of it is too distant for them.
And long past the hour,
Someone appears in an atmosphere...
That by the minute is getting sour.
And more time is spent,
Listening to inventive excuses...
Describing why they had not called,
To apologize at all.
I have this 'thing' about time.
And those who express,
Time for them is meaningless.
With no sign of respect...
To the one that is questioned,
Why is it they seem to be quite upset!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shimmering Silver
Shimmering silver combines its sight with life,
I seem to think and consider first, with this knife.
I have a woman of gold, a place to surround,
The kings and queens are our companions around.
One place is too many sites in the world,
Offered by the master of delight, offered and swirled.
This world is a dream-world so workable and right,
Then watch the whole event with candlelight.
The whole night is selling objects too lovely,
My hazards are numerous and I am free;
Then the knights of the table gather always,
Learned too much in the cause of the birthdays.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Lovely, Lovely
Lovely lovely,
colored in black,
Lovely lovely,
On its way back,
Lovely lovely,
Finding its snack,
Lovely lovely;
With its pack,
The lovely lovely,
The irony of its name,
The fear it puts,
Is but nothing to its looks,
Lovely lovely,
Colored in black......
poem by Maisea Hodgkin
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