Piety Is Hard
A pious man brings a gift for the lame one,
It is a rosary with thousands of beads;
His tortures do never seize him,
For he prays so acceptably in the eyes of His Lord.
Guide him, the lame one needs guidance
For he is a sick person with absolute health
In the body and mind as well.
He bleeds tonight from your inflicted wound
As he became a thief of the night.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Lame Game
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same...
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game
Being played...
Is so lame!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
It's all the same.
A lame game!
It's all the same,
When a game is played lame,
And the game being played
By the players who play...
Is so tired and lame anyway!
And lame it will stay everyday!
'Cause they 'got no' shame
To play such tired games
Knowing it's all the same,
When a game is played lame!
And the game stays the same
'Cause no one wants to change
From a game that is lame..
And each day that lame game,
Stays the same!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lame
Then they came on me
They dragged me from the bar
Still wet from sweat and beer
I bruise so prettily by men blinded by their fear
These men
Broke my back and made me lame
Then she said to me
Id give you everything to make it like before
To make you love me like you used to
Make you love me more
She said to me
Your life is large but your mind is lame
I cant believe my eyes
When I see the truth and all the things Ive done
And every place Im queer
I never stay I run
I know now why I live in shame
Lame...
Its hard to sleep at night
I hardly ever sleep at night
song performed by by Everclear
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Purple Toupee
I remember the year I went to camp
I heard about some lady named selma and some blacks
Somebody put their fingers in the presidents ears
It wasnt too much later they came out with johnsons wax
I remember the book depository where they crowned the king of cuba
Now thats all I can think of, but Im sure theres something else
Way down inside me I can feel it coming back
Purple toupee will show the way when summer brings you down
(purple toupee when summer brings you down)
Purple toupee and gold lame will turn your brain around
(purple toupee and gold lame)
Chinese people were fighting in the park
We tried to help them fight, no one appreciated that
Martin x was mad when they outlawed bell bottoms
Ten years later they were sharing the same cell
I shouted out, free the expo 67
Till they stepped on my hair, and they told me I was fat
Now Im very big, Im a big important man
And the only thing thats different is underneath my hat
Purple toupee will show the way when summer brings you down
(purple toupee when summer brings you down)
Purple toupee and gold lame will turn your brain around
(purple toupee and gold lame)
Purple toupee is here to stay after the hair has gone away
The purple brigade is marching from the grave
Were on some kind of mission
We have an obligation
We have to wear toupees
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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A lame of heart is not a lame of leg; he cannot be recognized.
To Dine
The night we dine is a fine old time,
Worst health happens to those who abstain from fun.
The nights are cold to the touch,
Dinner awaits.
We have health as we speak, and eat,
The worry of limping and being lame has gone.
The dinner we eat cancels our sleep,
And my legs are enough to satisfy my health.
She points to my head, and my heart jumps,
Insults are rapid and food has been dumped.
On me, on me, and on me,
Me and my legs,
The drink is on my face.
The night we dine, we fight for good health
And never speak again.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Lord Of The Dance
I am the Lord of the dance
I dance beneath the sky
On a clear night
I can see the stars
Shining above the sky
I am the Lord of the dance
God rewards me everyday
I dance for my Lord
The sky is clear
The moon is shining in the sky
This is a beautiful fall night
The peace fills my mind and my heart
I feel at peace
It is good to know that God cares
I want to serve my lord with all my heart
I am God’s Child
I am gifted
God brings peace into my heart
I am the lord of the dance
He gave me peace
He gave me life
He gave me health
He gave me a spirit
He gave me a mind
He gave me a body
He gave me hope
He open’s my ear
And let me hear the sound of silence
He gave me eyes
For me to see more of him
I trust the Lord with all my heart
I am the Lord of the dance
I was born a Christian
And I will die as a Christian
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Lame love
Venus you are; Mars I am not.
Juliet you are; Romeo I am not.
Yet for you my thirst is little not
Whether I deserve you or not,
For honey, up from a comb,
Can taste as much to a lame
As to one who can climb,
The lame being not to blame.
03.04.97
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Whenever God Shines His Light On Me
Whenever God shines his light on me
Opens up my eyes so I can see
When I look up in the darkest night
I know everythings going to be alright
In deep confusion, in great despair
When I reach out for him he is there
When I am lonely as I can be
I know that God shines his light on me
Reach out for him, hell be there
With him your troubles you can share
If you live the life you love
You get the blessing from above
He heals the sick and heals the lame
Says you can do it too in jesus name
Hell lift you up and turn you around
And put your feet back on higher ground
Reach out for him, hell be there
With him your troubles you can share
You can use his higher power
In every day and any hour
He heals the sick and heals the lame
Says you can do it too in jesus name
Hell lift you up and turn you around
And put your feet back on higher ground.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Before And After Christ (BC/AD)
I was blind and I could not see
I was dead by the trespasses in me
I was insensitive and devoid of feeling
I was sick and in need of healing
I was deaf and could not hear
I was lost in a world of fear
I was dumb and unable to talk
I was lame and could not walk
I was dim and unable to perceive
I doubted and I could not believe
Lord, I was blind and unable to see
Your loving arms outstretched at Calvary.
Lord, I was dead in trespasses and sin
unaware You had died my love to win.
Lord, I was lame and unable to walk
to enter your presence and hear You talk.
Lord, I was deaf and could not even hear
Your Gospel message ringing out so clear.
Lord, I was callous devoid of feeling
lost in sin and in great need of healing.
Lord, I was dumb and unable to shout
as You walked on by I could not call out.
********
It was while I was in this wretched state
You came for me before it was too late.
Reached out and touched me with healing power
transforming my life that very same hour.
You raised me from the dead by Your grace
opening my eyes to behold Your face.
I leapt with joy and used my lips to sing
of Your great love and wondrous healing.
Now, no more is my soul condemned to death
since You breathed into me life giving breath.
I now have eternal life by rebirth
alive in You I'm no more confined to earth.
Too Slow In A Fast Lane
He who plays a lame game,
Stays the same
With nothing changed.
Remaining lame.
Too slow in a fast lane!
Showing immaturity...
With insecurity being the same.
That's nothing new...
So many like you,
Are caught up into themselves!
Unyielding and unbearable,
And that's a shame and nothing else!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Last Night
I just want to enjoy my life
And show this world how to care
And nothing brings more joy to my life
Than knowing a girl will be there
Are ya happy girl?
(Huh?)
Knowing that you right near broke my heart in a piece or two
(Huh?)
Knowing that I would have walked across the ocean for you
Saying you're young and confused
Well that's a lame excuse
That's why the only one to blame is you for
Last night
Can't believe what I was hearing
Telling me to have a nice life
So tonight
I don't think I'll spare your feelings
You're on your own
I'm-a do for me what's right
In your eyes a see a second chance
Maybe I should take another glance
But for now I'll wash my hands
Cause I love ya baby
song performed by by Justin Timberlake from Justified
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Anguish of mind has driven thousands to suicide; anguish of body, none. This proves that the health of the mind is of far more consequence to our happiness, than the health of the body, although both are deserving of much more attention than either of them receive.
quote by Charles Caleb Colton
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A New Hope
I've got her in my head at night when I go to bed
And I know it sounds lame but she's the girl of my dreams
And of course I'd do anything for her
I'd search the moons of endor
I'd even walk naked through the deserts of tatooine
Princess Leia where are you tonight
And who's laying there by your side
Every night I fall asleep with you
And I wake up alone
And even though I'm not as cool as Han
I still want to be your man
You're exactly the kind of alderranian that I need
But when you wre available
I was drinking cold 45's with Lando
I was hanging out in the cantina in Mos Eisly
Princess Leia where are you tonight
And who's laying there by your side
Every night I fall asleep with you
And I wake up alone
Lord
song performed by by Blink 182 from Dude Ranch
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Murtagh The Cobbler
The harvest moon was shinin’
As Murtagh came from the fair,
And Oh! The scent of the new-mown hay
And the gorsebloom in the air.
The night wind lifted his shock of hair
With whisperings weird and low,
And sang in his lonely, aching heart
Till he could not choose but go.
Aside from the dusky highway
Down a haunted old boreen
To where a strange light flickered
In under the hollies green--
All night he spent in that fairy dell,
Till the red dawn stained the sky;
And he sold his soul to the fairy folk
For the gift of the seeing eye.
Now he dwells in the mountain cabin,
Silent and unafraid,
The cabin his Father left him,
With the tools of his cobbler’s trade.
He has no hope of Heaven,
He has no fear of Hell,
But he shrinks with a passing shiver
At the sound of the chapel bell.
Th stern young priest came storming,
Ah! ‘tis bitter and cross was he,
But Murtagh gazed with clouded eyes
At the far-off shining sea.
And the wise old priest came pleading
With his understanding eyes;
Ah! Non can know the heart of a man
Like a priest grown old and wise.
But the bitter word and the kind word
Went by on the whispering wind,
For Murtagh’s eyes were seeing
Things hid from all human kind.
Below at the village fireside
By the flickering turf-fires flame,
Prays a little blue-eyes girsha
Sickly and frail and lame.
Till the smoky air around her
Is vibrant with angels’ wings,
For the heart of the child is near to God
And akin to holy things.
She prays and prays for Murtagh,
Who has been her friend for so long,
Who fashioned her crutch of mountain ash
And cheered her with smile and song.
And I know that the Lord of Mercy
Will hark to her cry of pain;
And turn his steps from the erring path
And give Murtagh his soul again.
poem by Alice Guerin Crist
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Shame
Lame, limpid, weak
Sick morbid meek
My name is lavished in shame
Disgrace splashed
all over my face
disconcert on my soul disconcert lace
the beauty in me, shriveled, as shame mutilate
but did not kill only to humiliate…
my soul with impetuous shame
into my soul in abash
where virtue and vice clash
and ignominy prevail…
I wail, sick and pale
This terrible shame
With whip in hand did mame
But did not tame
My voluptuous heart!
For now its gone
And then I fawn
To gain affection
To hide my shame
To hide I am lame
Weak and meek
Disgusting shame!
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Let's Make A Night To Remember
I love the way ya look tonight
With your hair hangin' down on your shoulders
I love the way ya dance that slow sweet tango
The way ya do everything but talk
And how ya stare at me with those undress me eyes
And your breath on my body makes me warm inside
Chorus
Let's make out - let's do something amazing
Let's do something that's all the way
Cuz I've never touched somebody like the way I touch your body
Now I never want to let your body go...
Let's make a night - to remember
From January - to December
Let's make love - to excite us
A memory - to ignite us
Let's make honey baby - soft and tender
Let's make sugar darlin' - sweet surrender
Let's make a night - to remember - all life long
I love the way ya move tonight
Beads of sweat drippin down your skin
Me lying here - you lyin' there
Our shadows on the wall and our hands everywhere
Chorus
I think about ya all the time
Can't you see you drive me outta my mind
Well I'm never holdin' back again
Ya I never want this night to end
Cuz I've never touched somebody like the way I touch your body
Now I never want to let your body go...
song performed by by Bryan Adams from 18 Til I Die
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Weak Or Strong?
Never before in this life
Do we extend our greetings
To the infirm and lame.
The souls align to the mages
And the mages corner the priests,
We all pray for our flesh
To be consumed by precious light.
Never before in this life
Do we extend our greetings
To the infirm and lame.
The magic of amusements
Is amusement, so that we deserve
The flesh of a career or river,
One can swim in it forever
If the fins carry us further.
We are not selfish or busy
In our endeavours
Until the life dissolves
As though life has been
A mortuary for the strong, the weak
Or the lame.
poem by Naveed Akram
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1 Nite Stand
i've come to grips unreality through fatality realized just how much happiness
brings to me fight lately doubt and worries inflicted my mind with an illness of ego
the worst of its kind been so busy unhappy unnerved
i can see my destiny is chasing me i am finally happy
and ready to go i had a one night stand with myself
last night the fright of a lifetime once again i have proven my strength to myself
on my own
song performed by by Taproot from Gift
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Sad Sadducees
The Sadducees
were sad you see.
They did not like what Peter said
that Jesus had risen from the dead.
But the lame man walked
and the people talked.
For by the risen power of Jesus' name
The man was healed and no longer lame.
What I Am Is God’s Gift, What I Become Is My Gift To God
WHAT I AM IS GOD’S GIFT, WHAT I BECOME IS MY GIFT TO GOD
What I am is God’s gift, what I become is my gift to God tells us that our own body and the life that breath in our body is God’s precious gift to us but what this body can become and what sense or impact of our being as a person to others and to God is our gift to the Almighty. Our own body and life is our own gift from God on the day of our creation from womb till we joined this world to become what we want to mirror in this journey of life. God has given us all the provisions to live and all the faculties we need to grow as a person. He gave us a body strong enough to withstand trials of life like illness, sorrows and pains to keep us not so much fragile to anything that we can paint our own journey in this life. No doubt the life we breath is indeed God’s most precious gift to all of us. Precious than anything like glittering gold or diamonds. Our life is really beyond compare being the ultimate reasons God had created this world and the very reason why He gave his only begotten Son to secure and protect such gift to all of us. Truly, our own life is our gift from God but what we become as a person is our gift in return to God.
What we wanted to become in the eyes of men and God is our gift in return to such noble and precious gift of life we had from God. Our body is the temple of God’s Kingdom when we let our soul glitter like diamond upon the eyes of God if sense of righteousness lives within every breath we take as we deal with other people and so with God. It is how we used this body as an instrument to fulfill our own mission in this life through our own vocation, work or services we take is our gift to God. Everything we do in this life in the service to other people and to God is our own gift to the Almighty. Everything we do to the temple of God’s Kingdom, our body, determines the impact of our sense of being as a person in the eyes of God and men. Truly, if we wanted to be looked upon as a glittering diamond in the yes of God and men, we must live in righteousness upholding all the fundamental truth and wisdom of God as we relate with other people and as we serve with prudence sharing our life and services to others.
Our own sense of being, purpose or mission through our various ways, vocations or services is the way how we return our gratitude and appreciation to our gift of life from God. The way how we share our own life to give life and light to others is our gift to God. Make this life then shine for others and to God for it is our own little way of returning the favor of God’s grace and love to us.
poem by Melvin Banggollay
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