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Life Waters

What is this meaning that i have been hearing
The meaning of life in its wonders
The sea bubbles over
There seems to be no end
But the hopes of the many will always rise up forever

What is one man
When all of the world
great in its diversity and mass is but a small portion
of a greater plan

I've viewed nature in all of its beauty
None greater than the hibiscus
It does not waver like the great palm
But in one tree, can have a million different shades
Like a young child who's innocence is taken, many different lie within

It seems to me
The bigger the dream
The faster its sold
Visions of gold
cast aside by tears

Years of dreaming turn bitter cold
and quench the fires of my soul
The glowing coals within my heart
crumble and sputter beneath the flow

The springs of waters spew out hope
and I surrender to its flood

Water seems to be tumblind down, through the walls of my hurting face
but Thank the Gods

One can never quench the source
Of happiness and true good grace
For out of evil comes no good
and men will fall into their traps
and soon their plans will collapse

He who blames is often to blame
I've learnt this big disgrace

How can you not tell you're hurting me?
I'm entering grief and tied to a rock
Plummeting into a black sea of dispair
The waves came over me ever so swiftly
And I'm still in shock.

I must kindle my fire before times run out
I must defy the laws of physics and chemistry
To complete my life's tapestry

Breaking rules and abiding some
Is part of every fun game
But i haven't played this game of Life before
And without a helping hand or boat
I'll end up swept away and dead
Floating off course, away offshore.

poem by Nicholas Rahming
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Evil Against The Good

The game unquestionably harsh
Started the day we were born
Out of me God created the best
Out of me evil wants
To recreate the worst
An infant between life and death
Not yet time to escape by losing breath
The game just began for the young one

The game unquestionably harsh
Dark streets and rough childhood
Experience of an adverse neighborhood
Got him trapped under the belly of the beast
Evil encounters sinking in the young head
Thoughts of the good lad decaying
The game heading for the climax

The game unquestionably harsh
Thought I would be good forever
Evil troops changed me for a sinner
Got addicted to the harmful world
Young days of ours full of madness
Got my own demons and so fearless
The game has ambushed us under stress

The game unquestionably harsh
Work of the young man is to daydream
Run the best imaginary world as possible
Managing mind tries the impossible
Fantasy world will never be reality
Perhaps the dream just a prophesy
The game plays tricks in the young mind

The game unquestionably harsh
It is play on the day we are born
Even before us it was playing
As we see more days we get played
Evil rules the planet earth
Good rules the purest heaven
The game is on until the end of times.

***The Book of End of Times

poem by Young Church
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Dream

intro:
i'm dreaming, i'm dreaming
verse 1:
one week to another
leaving the love of my life
holding the hand of a stranger
why does this feel right
so i fall in love with someone i just met
still so very different from the men i've been with
so hard to get so close to
chorus 1:
but i'll dream, i'll drem about it
breakin'down these four walls
and entering his heart
so i'll dream, i'll dream about it
doing the impossible
and entering his heart, his heart
verse 2:
well i don't doubt this
more than willing to try
sacrifice things forever
but you feel it ain't right
so you've been hurt once
mybe been hurt twice
was it a woman
or were you pcked on thru life
given as much as i can give
chorus 2:
but i'll dream, i'll dream about it
breaking down these four walls
and entering his heart
so i'll dream, i'll dream about it
doing the impossible
and entering his heart
bridge:
i'm dreaming, i'm dreaming
i'm dreaming the impossible
and i'm dreaming, i'm dreaming
i'm dreaming to reality
i'm dreaming, i'm dreaming
i'm dreaming the impossible
and i'm dreaming, dreaming
verse 3:
i'm giving all of me
and in return you give me half
you say you got your problems
that you can't seem to sort out
seems to be so pointless that i stay
repeat chorus 2
final chorus:
but i'll dream
yes i'll dream about it
breaking down the walls
dream, yeah
entering his heart, his heart
v. amorosi m. holden i. klarmann f. weber | published by universal music touch

song performed by by Vanessa Amorosi
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Novacaine For The Soul

Life is hard
And so am I
You'd better give me something
So I don't die
Novocaine for the soul
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Life is white
And I am black
Jesus and his lawyer
Are coming back
Oh my darling
Will you be here
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Guess who's living here with the great undead
This paint by numbers life is f***ing with my head, once again
Life is good
And I feel great
Cuz mother says I was
A great mistake
Novocaine for the soul
You'd better give me something to fill the hole
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out
Before I sputter out

song performed by by Eels
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x12-COLD WATERS

(First poem after the introductory poem of DEAD PETALS)

Cold waters rushed down through her;
Hurting…stabbing…filling her in.
She shivered - then felt her body numb.
How good it felt to hurt that way…
where words are lost,
there’s no much more to say;
Feeling the waters through her skin
to soothe the pain inside.
Hurting more to forget the wound she hide.
Hurting until there’s no vainer than vain…
hurting more to ease the inner pain.
Tears rolled down unnoticed-
as she sat there all alone;
Waiting, always waiting…
for her body to get drowned.
But time seems to play a game with her,
and torment never seem to end.
Strong web of time gleamed clearer,
how she badly need a friend.
But it’s better to hurt that way…
where words are lost,
there’s nothing left to say.
She let the time slowly pass by…
‘the petals shall fall and the water shall flow’;
she never had the time to question why.
Minutes rolled like drops of water;
Time wheeled like a touch of forever.
Still, she let the time to slowly pass by…
‘the petals shall fall and the water shall flow’,
she never had the time to say goodbye.
Yet, her body betrayed her,
So she stood up.
And then for a moment later…
blood flowed like the cold waters.

poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Kill The Pain

(gill/johnson/nash/otoole)
This wasted land is gone now and
Swept away , swept away
Better not let the side down
Whirlwinds of time
We can build an ocean
Of hope despair to drown
Sail upon the waves a crashing
Devils to the ground
Ill follow you to fires of hell
And cast my soul in wishing wells
The colours of the sheddred sky
Hear the children sing
Kill the pain, well never be the same again
Once we have changed the nature of the game
Of the game
Breaks the chains we can rise up again
Once weve rearranged the nature of the game
Of the game
Dont you forget
What you give is what you get
Take love away theres nothing
Better not let the side down
So God on high has opened up the sky
Up the sky
We can build an ocean
Of hope despair to drown
Sail upon the waves a crashing
Devils to the ground
Ill follow you to fires of hell
And cast my soul in wishing wells
The colours of the sheddred sky
Hear the children sing
Kill the pain, well never be the same again
Once we have changed the nature of the game
Of the game
Break the chain we can rise up again
Once weve rearranged the nature of the game
Of the game
Were all walking through the fire
Walking on the nile
Let your spirit fly
This wasted land is gone now and
Swept away , swept away
Better not let the side down
Whirlwinds of time
Sing
We can build an ocean
Of hope despair to drown
Sail upon the waves a crashing
Devils to the ground
The legend of this dying land
The earth is acorched by devils hand
This place we love can live again
We rise up and sing
Kill the pain, well never be the same again
Once we have changed the nature of the game
Of the game
Break the chaing we can rise up again
Once weve rearranged the nature of the game
Of the game

song performed by by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
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Villanelle For Our Time

From bitter searching of the heart,
Quickened with passion and with pain
We rise to play a greater part.
This is the faith from which we start:
Men shall know commonwealth again
From bitter searching of the heart.
We loved the easy and the smart,
But now, with keener hand and brain,
We rise to play a greater part.
The lesser loyalties depart,
And neither race nor creed remain
From bitter searching of the heart.
Not steering by the venal chart
That tricked the mass for private gain,
We rise to play a greater part.
Reshaping narrow law and art
Whose symbols are the millions slain,
From bitter searching of the heart
We rise to play a greater part.

song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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Jillian

I've Been Dreaming For So Long
To Find The Meaning
To Understand
The Secret Of Life
Why Am I Here
To Try Again
We'll Always
We'll Always
See The Truth,
When Its Stares Ya In The Face
Will I Ever
Will I Never Free Myself
Breaking These Chains
Chorus
In My Heart In My Soul
I Turn It Back It's My Fault
Your Destiny Is Forlorn
After The Turning Sun
In My Heart In My Soul
I Turn It Back
And Then I've Lost
My Key On The Way
I've Been Living For So Long
Many Seasons Past Me By
I've Seen Kindoms Through Ages
Rise And Fall
I've Seen It All
I've Seen The Harbour
I've Seen The Wonders
Happing Just In Front Of My Eyes
Will I Ever
Will I Never Free Myself By Breaking It Right?
Chorus
Jillian
Our Dream Ended Long Ago
All Our Stories
And All Our Glories
I Held So Dear
We Won't Be Together For Ever and Ever
No More Tears
I'll Always Be Here
'Till The End
"Voices" Jillian
Chorus

song performed by by Within Temptation
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Victor Hugo

Heart of France for a hundred years,
Passionate, sensitive, proud, and strong,
Quick to throb with her hopes and fears,
Fierce to flame with her sense of wrong!
You, who hailed with a morning song
Dream-light gilding a throne of old:
You, who turned when the dream grew cold,
Singing still, to the light that shone
Pure from Liberty's ancient throne,
Over the human throng!
You, who dared in the dark eclipse,--
When the pygmy heir of a giant name
Dimmed the face of the land with shame,--
Speak the truth with indignant lips,
Call him little whom men called great,
Scoff at him, scorn him, deny him,
Point to the blood on his robe of state,
Fling back his bribes and defy him!

You, who fronted the waves of fate
As you faced the sea from your island home,
Exiled, yet with a soul elate,
Sending songs o'er the rolling foam,
Bidding the heart of man to wait
For the day when all should see
Floods of wrath from the frowning skies
Fall on an Empire founded in lies,
And France again be free!
You, who came in the Terrible Year
Swiftly back to your broken land,
Now to your heart a thousand times more dear,--
Prayed for her, sung to her, fought for her,
Patiently, fervently wrought for her,
Till once again,
After the storm of fear and pain,
High in the heavens the star of France stood clear!

You, who knew that a man must take
Good and ill with a steadfast soul,
Holding fast, while the billows roll
Over his head, to the things that make
Life worth living for great and small,--
Honour and pity and truth,
The heart and the hope of youth,
And the good God over all!
You, to whom work was rest,
Dauntless Toiler of the Sea,
Following ever the joyful quest
Of beauty on the shores of old Romance,
Bard of the poor of France,
And warrior-priest of world-wide charity!

You who loved little children best
Of all the poets that ever sung,
Great heart, golden heart,
Old, and yet ever young,
Minstrel of liberty,
Lover of all free, winged things,
Now at last you are free,--
Your soul has its wings!
Heart of France for a hundred years,
Floating far in the light that never fails you,
Over the turmoil of mortal hopes and fears
Victor, forever victor, the whole world hails you!

poem by Henry Van Dyke
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All dreams not come true###(in 500)

All dreams may not come true
All credits due may not accrue
But with true reflection in mind
Ideas newer and newer may emerge and find
though may not be the nature too so kind

Dreaming in day time is not at all good
Good thoughts and efforts work as food
Earnest efforts to come out of wood
Failure may stun and you loose the hope
Still not difficult to walk on tight rope

It is not bad to dream for high sky
Speak always truth and do not lie
You may not have wings to fly
Still nothing wrong to work and try
No need to think or needlessly cry

You must have third sense to rise
All acts should be sensible and wise
Rise and fall is part of the game
Goal and ideas you must frame
No use trying luck or fate to blame

What ever you do must be with resolve?
Take full blame and never try to absolve
Put in best efforts to come out and solve
Full dedication and make everybody to involve
Try to mix with all as soluble dissolve

Despite put in best efforts it may not materialize
Failure may be sure but we may not visualize
All draw backs reasons before us but can’t analyze
Complete system may run into trouble and paralyze
Still strive very hard to see the reason and synchronize

Complete days routine and reflections of day’s thoughts
In night, thoughts clash and hard won battles are fought
Freedom and joy sincerely thought and brought
Stealing in day time but not easily caught
Simply night dreaming when lying in the cot

Continue to seek solution in dream,
Energy not focused but travel in beam
Try very hard and work as team,
Good efforts in direction but not as power game
Not letting any opportunity with excuses lame

So I find easy way to seek refuge in night
Lie low and have good say without light
more and more attention I try to pay
Always hope to find way in form of ray
washing shores with water at feet of bay.

Life doesn’t end with setting of day
Sun may rise again with bright ray
Your hopes may be high and tall
Vast horizon may lie open for all
Try for success without any fall

Come what may be the slogan
Life and opportunities may begun
Nothing to loose with worth attempt
Sometimes you may gain with action prompt

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Larger Plan

You set your mind and your heart, on your goal right from the start.
You then begin to plan a course, consulting every available source.
As you plan for hopes and needs, you also plant a few extra seeds,
Placing just a few irons in the fire, and this plan’s for a future desire.

However, you can never be quite sure, just which plans will endure,
Or which plans made in this life, could lead you into unknown strife.
When you fall into times of strife, God’s Plan creates a peaceful life.
So as you choose to plan ahead, be sure you seek His Plan instead.

Times change; we know not why, and some dreams will tend to die.
Even when your directions change, real Hope will remain the same.
What truly never dies is real hope, the staying force helps you cope,
Helps you cope in changing times, when your plans are misaligned.

This is the Hope from up above, which changes lives by God’s Love.
Our Blessed Hope in Jesus Christ, is the stabilizing force in this life.
Friend, the only hope that will endure, is the Hope in Christ our Lord.
He extends beyond an earthly hope, expanding to an eternal scope.

You can make your plans my friend, but God directs them in the end,
For The Lord God has a larger plan, and wants to include every man.
But you my friend must do your part, and have a real change of heart,
Then when real change does come, you’ll be in Eternity with His Son.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Knowing The Rules Of This Love Game...

i could have been true
and i could have loved you
much truer than true,

but when i first met love
it bluffed me

i never had it so true
it only played a game on me

i learned from love first
and now it must not blame me

i only have to return
what was first given to me

i am playing this game
and hurting is not a word to say

you know the rules
and there is no one to blame

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Dream Of Great Happiness

Your dream of great happiness for you has not come true
And a change of luck 'twould seem you are overdue
But of hopes for the future you do not despair
And through the hard times you have hung in there
Yet you feel that the good days for you are ahead
And hope for the future in you is not dead
With your darkest of times you have learned how to cope
And you look to the future with positive hope
Your dream for future happiness from you has not gone
With your battles of life you just keep keeping on
You've experienced some financial trouble of late
But 'tis said good times come to all of those who wait
This journey through life it can often be rough
But you hang in there though you find the going tough.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Good Man In A Storm

it just occurred to me
I must be blind
why do I try so hard to keep my cool
when I'm about to lose my mind
there was a vision
flashing by
of a summers' day I spent with you
of a child who never learnt how to cry
when those around me
fall in despair
I call upon my common sense
'cause someone has to care
a sudden decision
I can't explain
though I've often tried to change the rules
the game remains the same
for love
I've played the part so many times
it fits me like a glove
but I'm the victim
in the bitter end
I know you need me to be strong
l just don't know how much longer I can pretend
you always need me to be
a good man in a storm
it sometimes scares me
the further we go
just how much we understand
and just how much we know
so whatever happened
in our hearts
while making perfect sense of life
we still remain so far apart
you always want me to be
a good man in a storm
trying to fit the social norm
and be a good man in a storm
trying hard since I was born
to be a good man in a storm

song performed by by Level 42
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Lisa Bellear

She was a marvellous woman and people like her are rare
The activist, poet and singer the great Lisa Bellear
Dead in her forty sixth year that seems so young to die
The reaper who claimed her life will claim the life of you and i.

In the aboriginal society of Melbourne her's was a well known name
And in greater Australia not a stranger to fame
A beautiful human being she had a heart of gold
The good die young true in her case she was not meant to grow old.

Gone from life but not forgotten yet none to take her place
With others she shared her gift of laughter and life she did embrace
The Melbourne indigenous community are in mourning the tears for her will flow
They have lost a friend and mentor one they did love and know.

I heard in the news this morning Lisa Bellear had died
An indigenous activist she was known far and wide
And may she rest in peace now back to Nature she has gone
But fond memories of the great one are destined to live on.

poem by Francis Duggan
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A Fall Of Grace

Sometimes the world turns on you
Waters ravage your lonely shore
The sky offers no remorse
Beyond the abysmal pale
And God is nowhere to be found
No ones around to hear your cries
Cast your stone into the ocean
Fill your heart with silver and gold

Dear Light, hold me close
Fly away with my heart
Ill cross the roads
That you've paved for me
But I cannot find peace
In this fall of grace

My eyes are dry from the tears
I've seen the demons take away
All that has been gained
Let the water flow inside
An end to the sorrow
That plagues the frail strings
On the instrument of life
Soon screams will follow in the wind

Dear Light, won't you take my hand
Replace the death in my soul
Let the water bleed out
Dear Light, won't you lay me down
Cover me in sticks and stones
Crush my brittle bones
Dear Light, you let me fall
In this hollow disgrace
Let the tears run down my face
Dear Light, you are the downfall of my grace

poem by Matthew Peel
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Only The Good Die Young

The demon in your mind will rape you in your bed at night
The wisdom of ages the lies and outrages concealed
Time it waits for no man
My future is revealed
Time it waits for no man
My fate is sealed
If I cancel tomorrow the undead will thank me today
Fly in the space of your prophets I mock your morality plays
The moon is red and bleeding
The sun is burned and black
The book of life is silent
No turning back
Only the good die young
All the evil seems to live forever
Only the good die young
All the evil seems to live forever
Only the good die young
Only the good die young
Mistery madman a victim of cruel charade
Some innocent pawn in an end game one more stalemate
Is death another birthday?
A way to kiss your dreams goodbey?
Do the undead live within us?
And look through our eyes?
Walking on water are mirarcles all you can trust
Measure your coffin does it measure up to your lust
So I think Ill leave you
With your bishops and your guilt
So until the next time
Have a good sin
Only the good die young
All the evil seems to live forever
Only the good die young
All the evil seems to live forever
Only the good die young
Only the good die young
Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell
Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your burning fires
Seven you desires...

song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Good Man In The Storm

It just occurred to me
I must be blind
Why do I try so hard to keep my cool
When Im about to lose my mind
There was a vision
Flashing by
Of a summers day I spent with you
Of a child who never learnt how to cry
When those around me
Fall in despair
I call upon my common sense
cause someone has to care
A sudden decision
I cant explain
Though Ive often tried to change the rules
The game remains the same
For love
Ive played the part so many times
It fits me like a glove
But Im the victim
In the bitter end
I know you need me to be strong
L just dont know how much longer I can pretend
You always need me to be
A good man in a storm
It sometimes scares me
The further we go
Just how much we understand
And just how much we know
So whatever happened
In our hearts
While making perfect sense of life
We still remain so far apart
You always want me to be
A good man in a storm
Trying to fit the social norm
And be a good man in a storm
Trying hard since I was born
To be a good man in a storm

song performed by by Level 42
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Just Another Heart

(skip ewing/tim johnson)
You treat love like a game
But you dont play by any rules
You keep an ace held up your sleeve
For any unsuspectin fool
I thought I would be different
So I did not expect
That to you Id be another
Heart in the deck
Just another heart
For you to shuffle around
Just a little part
Of a bigger game thats going down
I dont like this deal
So Ill get out while I still can
I dont want to be just another heart in your hand
Like a riverboat gambler
Someday youll lose your touch
To a smooth operator
Who cheats you out of love
When your diamonds turn to teardrops
When your gold begins to rust
Its then you will know this feeling of running out of trust im
Just another heart
For you to shuffle around
Just a little part
Of a bigger game thats going down
I dont like this deal
So Ill get out while I still can
I dont want to be just another heart in your hand
I cant take anymore
Of what youre not giving me
I can live with a lot
But I dont want to be
Just another heart
For you to shuffle around
Just a little part
Of a bigger game thats going down
I dont like this deal
So Ill get out while I still can
I dont want to be just another heart in your hand
I dont like this deal
So Ill get out while I still can
cause I dont want to be
Just another heart in your hand
You treat love like a game
But your dont play by any rules

song performed by by Diamond Rio
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I Wish I Was By That Dim Lake

I wish I was by that dim Lake,
Where sinful souls their farewell take
Of this vain world, and half-way lie
In death's cold shadow, ere they die.
There, there, far from thee,
Deceitful world, my home should be;
Where, come what might of gloom and pain,
False hope should n'er deceive again.

The lifeless sky, the mournful sound
Of unseen waters falling round;
The dry leaves, quivering o'er my head,
Like man, unquiet even when dead!
These, ay, these shall wean
My soul from life's deluding scene,
And turn each thought, o'ercharged with gloom
Like willows, downward towards the tomb.

As they, who to their couch at night
Would win repose, first quench the light,
So must the hopes, that keep this breast
Awake, be quench'd, ere it can rest.
Cold, cold, this heart must grow,
Unmmoved by either joy or woe,
Like freezing founts, where all that's thrown
Within their current turns to stone.

poem by Thomas Moore
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