Heavenly Mood
A mood has played my mind for the last year. It struggles, the mind has struggled, due to concerns over mood. I obsessed the mind and gifted my soul. It is intelligent soul, and intellectual might, that consists of thoughts and learning. Wisdom is so so superior, and that is a secret. My worship is all I worship for the betterment of my long life, and my menacing enemy shall retract and die. Dying is an act of knowing when to live, and in which heaven you shall be placed. Today is the ready day, the way to meet your maker.
poem by Naveed Akram
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In That Mood To Pursue
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me and not a thing to prove.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me,
And not a thing to prove.
I woke up in attitude I knew.
Arrogant but more...
Determinance.
Like a man standing in defense...
Of what I have now with confidence.
And no one's gona try to say I make no sense.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me and not a thing to prove.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me,
And not a thing to prove.
I woke up in attitude I knew.
Arrogant,
With a meaning intent.
And a mind tracked on common sense.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me,
And not a thing to prove.
I feel there's nothing now that I can't do.
I'm in that mood,
For me.
No one has to agree.
I'm up,
And ready to fulfill my needs.
I said I'm up...
And ready to fulfill my needs.
I'm in that mood.
In that mood.
To pursue,
And do...
Just for me and not a thing to prove,
To you or nobody in that groove...
Who aint got it goin' and movin'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are Born
Knowledge is in need of action when you recite it from the heart,
Rote memory is required, but the limbs from the prior souls also, for you are one born.
The mothers have given birth to you, your father is godly for he is good,
Let his soul be at one with Him, the conquest of knowledge is from him though, for you are born.
The families of eternity shall bear you all along, testing your thoughts forever,
The thanks given is the superior deed, of worship, of speech, of tomorrow, for you were born.
The excellence of wisdom is so great that the Lord shall question you on wise men
And the men of wisdom reply to Him Alone, learning is on tiptoe, for it is born.
The storage of thoughts will supply good deeds enough to succeed over those in wealth,
A major event happened to be with supplication to throw, for we are all born.
Those who practice the whole number of pages need small tests,
Big examinations are like those from God, and He questions the souls of woe since we were born.
Any more thinking of the same subject needs moderate leanings, the whole of the mind
And the soul are employed, and those in illness shall never winnow since they were born.
The philosophy and scholarship best described by the discussions is little
Compared to my heart’s thought and point - to look at Hell’s volcano, ever since you were born.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Ordinary Worship
Ordinary people in this life, are used for God through Jesus Christ,
To help other men come to see, what He has done for you and me.
First worship begins in our hearts; it’s where all true worship starts,
And true worship, you will find, is with all your heart, soul and mind.
We seek God in an ordinary way, and to The Lord we humbly pray,
We worship God in Spirit and Truth, with no need of a sign or proof,
Knowing that He’s a God of Love, we lift our heart to heaven above.
Not confined by just one steeple, we worship as a universal people.
Ordinary people from every nation, become as one in His Salvation,
Saved by One Extraordinary God, to serve Him wherever men trod.
We direct our worship to God above, expressing to Him all our love,
And thankfulness for His only Son, God’s gift unmatched by anyone.
Our worship is mediated by Christ, who died to give all men new life,
A life of service we devote to Him, who died as a sacrifice for our sin.
Worship is performed in The Spirit, and a blessing to all who hear it,
As believers we gather corporately, to praise The King of all Eternity.
With hearts bowing in submission, to The Lord’s Great Commission,
Filled with reverence and in awe, of Christ, The King and Lord of all,
Prepared for service and ministry, for The Lord and God of Eternity,
Are ordinary people saved by Christ, to be an extraordinary sacrifice.
(Copyright ©07/2006)
Tender Heart (Puzzle Pieces Of Me)
Tender Heart.
Bashful Heart.
Healing Heart.
Sensitive Heart.
Intelligent mind.
Compassionate mind.
Compulsive mind.
Cognizant mind.
Curious soul.
Weary soul.
Passionate soul.
'I-still-feel-like-I'm-6-years-old' soul.
Heart.
mind.
soul.
Puzzle pieces of me.
Sometimes jumbled and
messy
and
sometimes neat and
refined.
But all are still me.
Some pieces
just seem
a little more
socially acceptable,
perhaps.
poem by Julie A Smith
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It is necessary to write, if the days are not to slip emptily by. How else, indeed, to clap the net over the butterfly of the moment? for the moment passes, it is forgotten; the mood is gone; life itself is gone. That is where the writer scores over his fellows: he catches the changes of his mind on the hop. Growth is exciting; growth is dynamic and alarming. Growth of the soul, growth of the mind; how the observation of last year seems childish, superficial; how this year — even this week — even with this new phrase — it seems to us that we have grown to a new maturity. It may be a fallacious persuasion, but at least it is stimulating, and so long as it persists, one does not stagnate.
quote by Vita Sackville-West
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Sage Law Wisdom Learned
Universal law of life
respected wise people
knowledgeable wise
experienced seasoned
in wisdom life learned
Revered for wisdom
revered for good
judgement wisdom
long experience gained
really lifetime learned?
Sage law dictates
law of young born old
old soul life reborn
old soul new born
past lessons learned
Sixty at sixteen
pales beside wisdom
universal at five six
eyes watching
eye knowing
Eyes thinking
mind expanding
listening learning
absorbing time
prepare life purpose
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sonnet- Mind Is Prime
Let Mind not wander in a dreamy way,
And lose control over its sense-organs;
Sound mind will always have the final say;
The lazy one can make a man a dunce.
Important is the Psyche of earthlings,
Most diseases are psychosomatic;
And Psychedelics are mood changing things,
A mind thats ill can make the body sick.
To train the mind is what we ought to do;
The Lunatic is unsound of his mind;
Emotions are a facet of mind too,
His mind's control, the Yogi tries to find.
Happy's the man with mind and body sound;
His soul and spirit, heavenwards gets bound.
poem by John Celes
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This lonely soul...
This lonely soul meanders,
And looks for the other half to it's soul,
To fix all these pieces,
And make it a whole.
The lonely soul wanders through life,
Wondering just how to live,
Because of so much loneliness,
It's oneself that the lonely soul cannot forgive.
Alone and not knowing what to do,
Except just let the mind pass,
Thinking about the impossible-ness of not knowing,
Just how long this will last.
Walking through life,
As if everything is okay,
Feeling so wistful,
And wondering maybe, just, one day……
poem by Deep Dark Soul Poet
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Set Me Free
You operate and motivate on synthetic fuel
you're Mother Nature and an atom bomb
As long as you're kept full of pretty bodies
your little secret will be safe with me
around again insane again
it somes again it sets me free
so set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
Your kept alive and polarized with one thing in mind,
metabolizin' everything that you see
but now and then or a little later
now I'm gonna take you down with me
Around again insane again
she comes again it sets me free
so set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
so set me free
set me free
'cuase I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So, take me down
take me down, down, down, down
take me down, take me down
So, take me down
take me down, down, down, down
take me down, take me down
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
So set me free
set me free
'cause I think you need my soul
set me free
set me free
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
Oh, I don't mind
My freedom
song performed by by Velvet Revolver
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Lonely Soul
The lonely soul maunders,
And looks for the other half to it's soul,
To fix these pieces,
And make it a whole.
The lonely soul wanders through life,
Wondering how to live,
Because of so much loneliness,
It's oneself that the lonely soul cannot forgive.
Alone and not knowing what to do,
Except just let the mind pass,
Thinking about the impossibleness of not knowing,
How long this will last.
Walking through life,
As if everything is okay,
Feeling so wistful,
And wondering maybe, just one day.
poem by Anna Heminsley
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We Worship
Why do we worship? The man who does this
Is a person who believes in belief itself;
A mind races with his hood and wage,
Flowers are mostly strong in their talents
Like the people’s lies and eerie feelings.
We brought kinds of flowers, to worship us
And so we do not worship them;
Their faces turn to their star, in fixed ways,
Living inside the shell of their dreams,
With us and our gardens that are fetched.
Then the sun rages on them, living with us
Is shame and disaster, for we worship
And the flowers wilt and die,
Reminding us of splendour and heaven,
The graves of the flowers.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Finding Happiness
'Finding Happiness'
Yellowing pages curl as history flexes and bends.
With tangled stories and lives our mind we defend.
Life remedies by our kinfolk we have been told.
Folklore we have woven tightly within our soul.
On earth’s venture all life’s learning in soul we tote.
Each new moment seems to bring unfamiliar notes.
With a passion for peace within a confused mind,
We retrace our path hoping a better song to find.
Don't mind what others may do or what they say,
Take some time alone in nature admiring today.
Each moment is perfect as it comes from above,
Showering each of us with an unconditional love.
Be silent and still, clearing the mind of every thing,
Then we shall hear the daughters of music sing.
They play and sing for each of life's special song,
Healing our soul of ill will, making our mind strong.
Then we may dream walk right into the spirit plane,
Where we may relieve ourselves of grief and pain.
Though our mind may sometimes wander so far,
Happiness is a state of mind right where you are.
poem by Joseph Blitch
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Worship
Worshippers by God are sought, from the souls He has bought,
Every believer bought by Christ, to worship throughout their life;
The worship that God does seek, is more than just once a week,
It's far beyond a weekly throng, of believers lifting up their song.
Worship is not in part, but whole, all one's mind, body, and soul,
We're to worship in spirit and Truth, with active worship as proof,
Worshipfully seeking God's face, this, at any time and any place,
Truly lifting up our heart to Him, with worshipful intent not a whim.
We worship any time or hour, compelled by love and Holy power.
As we truly lift up our heart to God, anywhere on this earthly sod,
Lifting up Worship to The Lord, worthy to be praised and adored,
For all that The Lord God has done, in giving to us His Only Son.
Our worship is for every nation, a worshipful praise for Salvation,
God's Salvation, offered to us, through The Savior, Christ Jesus,
Worshipfully telling Salvation's story, all to the Lord God's Glory,
Thinking on Him, we truly rejoice, lifting up praise, with one voice.
Compared to God we're quite small, so we worship Christ in awe,
Bowing our hearts in humbleness, as we extol His Righteousness,
For he had left His Eternal Throne, to redeem us as His very Own,
So, we go on in worshipful praise, throughout all our earthly days.
There Is The Mood Of A Poem For This Night
THERE IS THE MOOD OF A POEM FOR THIS NIGHT
There is the mood of a poem for this night
There is the mood of a love from long ago
That is forever lost-
There is a mood of a too rainy and too cold night
There is a mood of more inside than saying can mean-
There is a mood of many things-
And all these moods are not one mood
And yet in me now largely indescribable-
For there is a mood which takes the person away
Into a land of dreams and beyond
And another mood and another poem
Which simply stays where it is
In longing for itself-
So while I have many moods
And may write many poems of those moods
I know that there is no mood tonight
Which is the one and only one love
I would always have-
And no mood which can say again
All that a person may have when young
And never know again in old age-
There is a mood of being forever sad and forever regretful-
But considering how much Beauty life has
And how many different ways there are of finding it
I will listen to the music of the light tonight
And hear the poetry of many great souls
And in a mood of joy
Quietly go to rest
As if happiness really were the mood beyond and within everything.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Thoughts Mind Soul Echoes
thoughts like children
scatter from our mind
thoughts were part of us?
thoughts came from us?
thoughts live beyond us?
thoughts outlive our lives?
thoughts mind soul echoes
haunting fragments of mind
light shines through prisms
separates into colour bands
thought trails sunset colours
spectrum ribbons thoughts
spiral into keen conceptions
meaning insight discriminates
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Body Violin Voices Sing In Heaven
flesh is but an instrument of thy will
normally in form case left unplayed
musicians free so choose instruments
to suit a mood styles orchestra played
not so is music of spheres found in heaven
music spontaneous bursts forth instant glee
everywhere souls in bliss sing souls hymns
music in rainbow sound stirs vibrant heaven
melody times solo compositions heart writ
played to honour master composers purpose
notes crystal pure music songs angels voice
who in hosts listen worship serve God praise
in heaven all creation sings in praise of God
in every voice form style tone heart rhythm
millions individualistic praise as souls may
yet all voice song tune unique worships God
all in heaven are body violin to trumpet songs
all in heaven sing in all voices unique creation
styles differ as snowflakes do soul heart longs
worship in love one true creator of all creation
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Distant Melody
Fatigued mind lays the body reclined
Streched further the paining legs
Fluttering heart lulled in closed eyes
Evening albedos splashing leafy on face
Gentle breeze porting a temple melody
Bliss of heaven gentling the soul hushing
Band of seven bores harmonising the mood
A Nagaswaram-music nominating the Almighty
Defiant can who be against tranquil quiescence
Caressed when weary the body, mind and soul
An ebon instrument mouthing heavenly utterances
Reed to bell out to solemnise from afar
I'm appeased and I'm invisible
Behind those dulcet frequencies gone
My mind, my heart, my soul in rapture farther
A godly touch consoling me from my woes
This garden, this chair and my body
Be null until self mine resumes
To notes of Nagaswaram dancing my soul
Cadent my mind in accordance to Thavil
poem by Indira Renganathan
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All Shook Up
(presley, blackwell)
Bless my soul, whats wrong with me ?
Im itchin like a man thats on a fuzzy tree
My friends say Im acting as wild as a bug.
Im in love, Im in love, Im in love, Im in love, Im all shook up.
Ah, ah, ah, all shook up most of the time.
Well, my knees are shakin
And my hands are gettin weak.
Cant seem to stand on my own two feet.
Who do you blame when you, oh, when you found such luck ?
Im in love, Im in love, Im in love, Im in love,
Im in love, Im in love, Im in love
Im all shook up, any old way
Yea please dont ask me whats up on my mind
Im a little mixed up but Im feelin fine
But thats alright
Oh, when I meet a girl that Ive love best,
My heart beats so and it scares me to death
But thats alright
She touched my lips, what a thrill I got
My [heart] beats like a volcano when its red hot
Im proud to say that shes my, oh, what a buttercup
Im in love, Im in love, Im in love, Im in love,
Im in love, Im in love, Im in love,
Im all shook up, any old time.
Ah, yeah
Thats alright, listen
Thats ok too
Im in the mood for love, woman
Im in the mood for love
My knees are shakin and my elbows quakin
I cant seem to stand on my own two feet
All shook up, oh yeah.
Please dont ask me whats up on my mind
Im a little mixed up but Im feeling fine
Im in the mood for love, woman, yeah
In the mood for love
Come on babe
Bless my soul, whats wrong with me
Ah ...
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Unbelievers (Chapter 109, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
Say, O those who disbelieve
I don't worship that you worship
And you don't worship Him Whom I worship
And I won't worship that you worship
And you don't worship Him Whom I worship
Your religion is yours and our religion is ours to keep.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Baby, Im In The Mood For You
Sometimes Im in the mood, I wanna leave my lonesome home
And sometimes Im in the mood, I wanna hear my milk cow moan
And sometimes Im in the mood, I wanna hit the highway road
But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said
Oh babe, Im in the mood for you.
Sometimes Im in the mood, lord, I had my overflowin fill
Sometimes Im in the mood, Im gonna make out my final will
Sometimes Im in the mood, Im gonna head for the walkin hill
But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said
Oh babe, Im in the mood for you.
Sometimes Im in the mood, I wanna lay right down and die
Sometimes Im in the mood, I wanna climb up to the sky
Sometimes Im in the mood, Im gonna laugh until I cry
But then again, I said again, I said again, I said
Oh babe, Im in the mood for you.
Sometimes Im in the mood, Im gonna sleep in my ponys stall
Sometimes Im in the mood, I aint gonna do nothin at all
Sometimes Im in the mood, I wanna fly like a cannon ball
But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said
Oh babe, Im in the mood for you.
Sometimes Im in the mood, I wanna back up against the wall
Sometimes Im in the mood, I wanna run till I have to crawl
Sometimes Im in the mood, I aint gonna do nothin at all
But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said
Oh babe, Im in the mood for you.
Sometimes Im in the mood, I wanna change my house around
Sometimes Im in the mood, Im gonna make a change in this here town
Sometimes Im in the mood, Im gonna change the world around
But then again, but then again, I said oh, I said oh, I said
Oh babe, Im in the mood for you.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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