Monsters Of Pain
Do not tell it again when the shakes replace
The fountain housing an elixir of change and gold.
I am terrified of your belongings when dead,
Crazes and suffering accompany the wicked.
May the fountain of armed force be upon you,
Like darling monsters of the deep and narrow.
An abyss demonstrates the path of discovery,
An enlightenment is defined by the laziness.
That summer we found a tree housing the elixir
And branches of my father were stolen.
Then he walked away like a ghost
Knowing the story of pain and sorrow.
poem by Naveed Akram
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When regulations on the housing industry are reasonable, the cost of housing goes down. Regulatory relief is needed to make housing more affordable to more Americans.
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Fountain Of Sorrow
Looking through some photographs I found inside a drawer
I was taken by a photograph of you
There were one or two I know that you would have liked a little more
But they didnt show your spirit quite as true
You were turning round to see who was behind you
And I took your childish laughter by surprise
And at the moment that my camera happened to find you
There was just a trace of sorrow in your eyes
Now the things that I remember seem so distant and so small
Though it hasnt really been that long a time
What I was seeing wasnt what was happening at all
Although for a while, our path did seem to climb
But when you see through loves illusions, there lies the danger
And your perfect lover just looks like a perfect fool
So you go running off in search of a perfect stranger
While the loneliness seems to spring from your life
Like a fountain from a pool
Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light
Youve known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight
Youve had to hide sometimes, but now youre all right
And its good to see your smiling face tonight
Now for you and me it may not be that hard to reach our dreams
But that magic feeling never seems to last
And while the futures there for anyone to change, still you know its seems
It would be easier sometimes to change the past
Im just one or two years and a couple of changes behind you
In my lessons at loves pain and heartache school
Where if you feel too free and you need something to remind you
Theres this loneliness springing up from your life
Like a fountain from a pool
Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light
Youve known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight
Youve had to hide sometimes but now youre all right
And its good to see your smiling face tonight
Fountain of sorrow, fountain of light
Youve known that hollow sound of your own steps in flight
Youve had to struggle, youve had to fight
To keep understanding and compassion in sight
You could be laughing at me, youve got the right
But you go on smiling so clear and so bright
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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A strong economy causes an increase in the demand for housing; the increased demand for housing drives real-estate prices and rentals through the roof. And then affordable housing becomes completely inaccessible.
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Although housing sales and starts have cooled to more typical levels, the housing market remains strong and sound. Without the expansion of homeownership and the strength of our housing market, our nation would not have the economic growth we are experiencing today.
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Romance
Lie beside me…
And embrace me.
But don’t
Restrain me
If I go away
To romance…
The elixir of my life,
The fountain of love
Your Phallus -
The source of our baby.
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We've given more resources. On housing, we are now establishing a regional housing pot.
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I was a little lacking in vision as mayor - I failed to understand the significance that housing and the revitalization of housing means for a city.
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My Elixir
I will make an elixir now.
Will you ask me how?
It's such a simple science!
A bottle of reliance,
Another one with love and peace,
One more of trust love to increase.
I'll mix all that with magic spoon,
My elixir is going to be ready soon.
And…to complete this picture
I'll sing a song to my mixture.
How to take this elixir.
Five drops a day will be enough
As it's the strongest staff.
Only one warning here:
You have to be sincere
And do not mix the drops with beer.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
September 6th 2012
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Public housing is more than just a place to live, public housing programs should provide opportunities to residents and their families.
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We are making the fundamental changes. It was like the decent housing target. We said by 2010, we'd have taken a million houses and refurbished them into decent housing.
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We should concentrate our work not only to a separated housing problem but housing involved in our daily work and all the other functions of the city.
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Housing has led our nation's economic expansion over the past few years, accounting for 16 percent of our Gross Domestic Product. New housing starts and home sales hit record levels from 2003 through 2005.
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Oh unchanging tree
Such a beautiful thing Is a tree.
In summer, in winter, in spring, in fall
the beauty of a tree, doesn't change at all
The leaves fall to the ground
all the richest beautiful color
can be found
The snow falls
but it doesn't hurt the tree,
it just lays on it's branches
like frosting on a cake
Then it gets warm, the snow melts.
Say goodbye to to winter, say hello to sping.
New life is such a beautiful thing
But so is the tree, the beautiful mighty tree.
That stands alone as the seasons pass
as when you were old or just a lass.
A tree must have a heart, because when it falls to the ground.
No Joy can be found..
So when you see a tree say hello, they can get lonely you know.
Tell them a story, tell them a poem, they will listen.
This I know
poem by Summer Song
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You Have Done It Before
You have done it before
So you have done it again
With your ways and your sin.
Too you this it is not new
So no-one really knew
Your back to where you did begin.
You are walking the same path
That you walked in your past
That we thought you walked no more.
But then you went down that road
Which is full of shame and woe
You have returned to where you were before.
Again you are lying and abusing
Cheating and accusing
And example for all to see.
You’re letting everyone know
That truly you have no soul
Or a conscience for you to heed.
You have done it before
So your doing it still
How weak is your pride and will.
You have surrender to your old way
What else could anyone say
As you run down a sadden hill.
As everyone does know
That when we all grow old
We will change with wisdom of age.
But you will not change at all
You couldn't stand that one fall
As you don't ever want to enter that stage.
I wonder is everyone ashamed
Like i am, when I hear your name
Knowing you had returned to your past life.
Where you don't care who you hurt
Especially your family which is your perk
As your bring sorrow and so much strife.
You have done it before
And you are doing it now
You are undisciplined like a child.
You must have your own way
And you don't care what anyone does say
As you scream “ am me”, out loud.
I wonder when you commit your sins
Once before and now again
Do you notice who is around or even near.
Do you care where you are
Knowing temptation from you is never far
And away from it, you never do steer.
Do you think of anyone but yourself
As pain and suffering is what you give as help
And the knocking you do at a sinners door.
Do you want your children to be like you
And when they are, it will only prove
That you have done all this, once before.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Licia Sonnets 27
The crystal stream wherein my love did swim,
Melted in tears as partners of my woe;
Her shine was such as did the fountain dim,
The pearl-like fountain whiter than the snow;
Then like perfume, resolvéd with a heat,
The fountain smoked, as if it thought to burn;
A wonder strange to see the cold so great,
And yet the fountain into smoke to turn.
I searched the cause, and found it to be this:
She touched the water, and it burned with love.
Now by her means it purebased hath that bliss,
Which all diseases quickly can remove.
Then if by you these streams thus blesse'd be,
Sweet, grant me love, and be not worse to me.
poem by Giles Fletcher The Elder
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The Fairy Tree
Up on this tree I have my heart beating,
The birds are around fully singing;
A stolen object expressed its presence
From out of the leaves and branches with brilliance.
The object forgave my life, its crime was with me,
And I sorted it out my life, with glee.
The possession was in the air and on the ground,
My soldiers are on this tree, the sound.
Let soldiers be monkeys and against all hope
Of leaving us alone. The sounds were birds that I grope
In this beautiful tree, this still fountain
Of loss and gain, like a mountain.
I let go of this death, I let go forever,
Much was secretive on this Easter.
I saw the chocolate egg on this chocolate tree
In the land of fairies, the land for me.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Fountain Of Love
(words & music by giant - lewis)
One thought of you,
My heart begins churning
I feel return
To a fountain of love
My lips and eyes,
They ache to be near you
To hold you here
In my fountain of love
Never be blue
Should your world start sinking
Just come and drink
From my fountain of love
Well build a new world off
On a high mountain
Well live
On our fountain of love
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Be My Escape
I've given up on giving up slowly
I'm blending in so you won't even know me
Apart from this whole world that shares my fate
And this one last bullet you mention
Is my one last shot at redemption
Cause I know to live you must give your life away
And I've been housing all this doubt
And insecurity
And I've been locked inside that house
All the while you hold the key
And I've been dying to get out
And that might be the death of me
And even though there's no way of knowing
Where to go
I promise I'm going
Because
I got to get out of here
I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake
I got to get out of here
And I'm begging you
I'm begging you
I'm begging you to be my escape
I've given up on doing this alone now
Cause I've failed and I'm ready to be shown how
You've told me the way, and I'm trying to get there
And this life sentence that I'm serving
I admit, that I'm every bit deserving
But the beauty of grace is that it makes life not fair
Because
I've been housing all this doubt
And insecurity
And I've been locked inside that house
All the while you hold the key
And I've been dying to get out
And that might be the death of me
And even though there's no way of knowing
Where I'm going
I promise I'm going because..
I got to get out of here
Cause I'm afraid that this complacency is something I can't shake again
I got to get out of here
And I'm begging you
I'm begging you
I'm begging you to be my escape
I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I've made
And all I'm asking is for you to do what you can with me
But I can't ask you to give what you already gave
Because I've been housing all this doubt
And insecurity
And I've been locked inside that house
All the while you hold the key
And I've been dying to get out
That might be the death of me
And even though there's no way of knowing where to go
I promise I'm going
Because
I got to get out of here
I'm stuck inside this rut I fell into by mistake
I got to get out of here
And I'm begging you
I'm begging you
I'm begging you to be my escape
I fought you
For so long
I should have let you win
Oh, how we regret those things we do
And all I
Was trying
To do was save my own skin
Oh, but so were you
So were you
song performed by by Relient K
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Thank God
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by fred rose
[g] theres a road thats straight and narrow
That the saints have travelled on
Paved with all the tribulations
Of the [a] martyrs that have [d7] gone
If youre [g] grateful for their victries
And for showin us the way
Then give thanks for all your blessins
Get [d7] on your knees and [g] pray.
Chorus
Thank God for evry flower and each tree
Thank God for all the [a] mountains and the [d7] seas
Thank [g] God for givin life to you and me
Wherever you may [d7] be, thank [g] god.
In this world of grief and sorrow
Filled with selfishness and greed
There remains the glory fountain
To supply our every need
You can find it in the temple
With a welcome on the door
But be sure to count your blessins
Before you ask for more.
Chorus
Be forgivin to the wayward
Like the master told us to
When he said forgive them father
For they know not what they do
They would change their way of livin
If they could but understand
So remember theyre your brothers
They need a helpin hand.
Chorus
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Elixer Vitæ
Of life's elixir I had writ, when sleep
(Pray Heaven it spared him who the writing read!)
Settled upon my senses with so deep
A stupefaction that men thought me dead.
The centuries stole by with noiseless tread,
Like spectres in the twilight of my dream;
I saw mankind in dim procession sweep
Through life, oblivion at each extreme.
Meanwhile my beard, like Barbarossa's growing,
Loaded my lap and o'er my knees was flowing.
The generations came with dance and song,
And each observed me curiously there.
Some asked: 'Who was he?' Others in the throng
Replied: 'A wicked monk who slept at prayer.'
Some said I was a saint, and some a bear-
These all were women. So the young and gay,
Visibly wrinkling as they fared along,
Doddered at last on failing limbs away;
Though some, their footing in my beard entangled,
Fell into its abysses and were strangled.
At last a generation came that walked
More slowly forward to the common tomb,
Then altogether stopped. The women talked
Excitedly; the men, with eyes agloom
Looked darkly on them with a look of doom;
And one cried out: 'We are immortal now-
How need we these?' And a dread figure stalked,
Silent, with gleaming axe and shrouded brow,
And all men cried: 'Decapitate the women,
Or soon there'll be no room to stand or swim in!'
So (in my dream) each lovely head was chopped
From its fair shoulders, and but men alone
Were left in all the world. Birth being stopped,
Enough of room remained in every zone,
And Peace ascended Woman's vacant throne.
Thus, life's elixir being found (the quacks
Their bread-and-butter in it gladly sopped)
'Twas made worth having by the headsman's axe.
Seeing which, I gave myself a hearty shaking,
And crumbled all to powder in the waking.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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