A Short Note
I might be pretend as a gorgeous insect on earth
Wearing many pair of silky socks to trap my prey
I hope I can ease the pain of my own poison
Or even leave a beauty scar of my pointing nail
As many as I try to be less evil or
As little as I try to be most humble
I could never performed better than I shape
I would never able to resist my own phase
Not dare to pursue a fairy to engraved a worthy wing
To be my eternal guardian in a simple tale
Not even have an adequate will to run a life
When I put on mask or make up both never defy sorrow or joy
When I shade a tear or laughter both never conquer love or lost
I wish once again I’m a caterpillar
So I can cut the significant frills
Or even plant a diamond in my sight
Before I jolt out in life and be mortal
The kind of dream in a trapped mind is torture
The rough truth of pain is amusing
Whether to commit a fate in a steady grip
Or to loose a wish in a bare mind
Would never be my option
I had follow the course far back too long
Still I would sacrifice this indecent life so early
When you able to catch a faint glimpse of a dim in my heart
Too much too soon… right when I die
poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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Sad But True (feat. Kid Rock)
Hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who takes you there
hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who cares
they
they betray
I'm your only true friend now
they
they'll betray
I'm forever there
I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel
sad but true
I'm your dream, mind astray
I'm your eyes while you're away
I'm your pain while you repay
you know it's sad but true
you
you're my mask
you're my cover, my shelter
you
you're my mask
you're the one who's blamed
do
do my work
do my dirty work, scapegoat
do
do my deeds
for you're the one who's shamed
I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel
sad but true
I'm your dream, mind astray
I'm your eyes while you're away
I'm your pain while you repay
you know it's sad but true
I'm your dream, I'm your eyes
I'm your pain, I'm your dream
I'm your eyes, I'm your pain
you know it's sad but true
hate
I'm your hate
I'm your hate when you want love
pay
pay the price
pay, for nothing's fair
hey
I'm your life
I'm the one who took you here
hey
I'm your life
and I no longer care
I'm your dream, make you real
I'm your eyes when you must steal
I'm your pain when you can't feel
sad but true
I'm your truth, telling lies
I'm your reasoned alibis
I'm inside open your eyes
I'm you
sad but true
song performed by by Metallica
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Loose Talk (feat. Connie Smith)
So long we've been married
Life's burdens we carried
Though faith kept us humble and made our love true
But plans that we make up
Someone seems to break up
Oh, darlin', what else can we do?
We may have to leave here
To find peace of mind, dear
Someplace where we can live a life of our own
I know you love me and happy we could be
If some folks would leave us alone
When i go out walkin'
There's lots of loose talkin'
They say we're unhappy, and we'll drift apart
But darlin' it's not true
Because i still love you
And i do with all of my heart
They say you are leavin'
That you are deceivin'
But you tell me they say the same about me
Oh, but we'll show them they're wrong
That loose talk can do harm
And hope that the truth they will see
We may have to leave here
To find peace of mind, dear
Someplace where we can live a life of our own
I know you love me
And happy we could be
If some folks would leave us alone
If some folks would leave us alone
song performed by by John Prine
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My Only Song
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain
You took it all
Without any gain.
You loved us all
With gentle eyes
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain
39 plus one
Lashes great fall on your back
A crown of thorns
Pressed down around your head
The blood runs down
and yet you cry
'So many lost;
So many die.'
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain
Leave it now-
And cry again
Man of sorrow
Man of pain
Your troubled heart
Feels my pain.
Lifted up to die
Bitter gall served fresh
As wine
Yet you'd do it again
For one lost sheep
That beats in the air.
Man of sorrow
Man of pain
When is it enough?
So much grief
You swallow up
Yet you bore it
And demand me live-
Man of sorrow
I humbled myself down.
All glory to you
Man of sorrow
All thrones belong to you
Man of pain
You gave me life and
Even more
I have nothing
But myself to give -
Yet I keep taking it back
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain.
poem by Charlotte Ballard
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Star Seed Or Eternal Sunhine Of Your Mind.
the earth the moon and the black and starry sky such a sweet night life in twilight vale and ender tales of heros and villians and good and evil times of armies of horrific proportions over whelming odds and lil success seed of wonder and seed of truth the truth be told under limelight of the coldest and darkest night super illumation of soul and heart soul searching of heart and mind evil corruption of the mind and heart goodness overwhelms these terrible irregularities of ur heart and mind true love blossoms like a beautiful flower from a seed planted a long time ago far and lost in the coldest winters of olden time to awaken and bloom into sumthing bright and beautiful for all to see in the gardens of life but into the halls of madness one stumbles darkness falls on everything from every angle the evil ones follow and are on ur path the odd ones stir sumwhere in the shadows do it is whatever the hell that the odd ones like to do after what seem forever stumbling around the darkest halls of long and lonliness u make ur way to bright fields of golden light an eternal sunshine of the brightest mind your sweet mind which brings love to me in more ways then i can tell you with her in your heart that love can make one overcome the darkest of evils for her what lies in her heart is an eternal brightness that fulfills ur mind of wonder and love for an eternity.
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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Sonnet: My World At Times
Like insect trapped in spider’s silky web,
Like drowning man, caught in the mighty seas,
My sufferings in life don’t seem to ebb;
I feel much robbed of health and my mind’s peace.
Like man slipping into a swampy mud,
Like deer that’s trapped within a lion’s den,
My life’s flower remains ever a bud!
But God blossoms it despite evil men.
Like lamb hunted by pack of devilish wolves,
Like man fallen when pushed into a well,
The world around me mocks, rebukes, revels,
Making my life on earth almost a hell!
But I don’t bother, God is beside me;
He rescues me in time safely, surely!
poem by John Celes
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Sorrow Makes One A Hero Tomorrow
Without sorrow life is zero
We must accept fate's arrow
If our efforts are thorough
Our sorrow, God will borrow
Sorrows nicely shape our mind
Sorrows stop our being blind
Via sorrows, remedies we find
Sorrows are indirectly kind
In the absence of sorrow
Our mind does not grow
We think not like a hero
Our attitude is made narrow
Sorrows must be overcome
For which efforts we welcome
At last strong we become
This is sorrows' outcome
Our will-power, sorrows increase
To our heart, sorrows supply grease
Our talents, only sorrows release
In a gist, sorrows supply peace
Every sorrow at last dies
Not because of our cries
But because our soul tries
Life and success, sorrow ties
Sorrow less person is none
Sorrow is sure, if life has begun
'Sorrow trains brains' is a slogan
Sorrow is a tamable dragon
In sorrow, all must dip
By coming under its grip
All are lashed by sorrow's whip
To every life, sorrow makes a trip
Now sorrow will somehow vanish
But you cannot fully relinquish
Further sorrows, time will furnish
From life, sorrow, none can banish
Life and sorrow are closely associated
By life, sorrow is very much fascinated
By sorrow, peace is initially confiscated
Sorrow grows when life is sophisticated.
poem by Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman
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Life's Grace
Sweet silence shadows serenity
Leaves sorrow in the past
The eternal peace strengthens its grip
To ensure that it will last.
We move past death and find our light
Shining stronger than any sun
A bright white flame that kindles life
Until that life is done.
A constricting ravine binds us to life.
A force flexible as a reed.
When someone comes and finds that life.
We shall finally be freed.
No Pandora's Box nor cage of mind.
Can hide the pain we bear.
But good people can remind us.
That you and I belong there.
So tear up the curtains that block the light.
Burn down the orchards of pain.
Let the sorrow filled waters return to the sky.
To come back in a peaceful rain
poem by Logan Fulk
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Is This Call Pain
standing here across the see
the sea waves crash the rocks and end in the end
the clouds passing by and get over again
a day end with no coming back again
i wander to my self why my pain will never end
see new life coming and never come the same again
see old man dying and never line again
year in life passing by and never come again
i ask my self why my pain never leave me
why my pain never end
is it me the pain
is what i am made of the pain
suffer and endure all my life
what i am mistaking
nails tear my heart
evil wispier in my ears
healing is never use to me
Gods healing useless any more
every thing end except pain
every thing is false except pain
pain of my heart pain of my soul
i am living with pain i am the pain
poem by Aryabod Siharyvani
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Loose Talk
So long weve been married
Lifes burdens we carried
Though faith kept us humble and made our love true
But plans that we make up
Someone seems to break up
Oh, darlin, what else can we do?
We may have to leave here
To find peace of mind, dear
Someplace where we can live a life of our own
I know you love me and happy we could be
If some folks would leave us alone
When I go out walkin
Theres lots of loose talkin
They say were unhappy, and well drift apart
But darlin its not true
Because I still love you
And I do with all of my heart
They say you are leavin
That you are deceivin
But you tell me they say the same about me
Oh, but well show them theyre wrong
That loose talk can do harm
And hope that the truth they will see
We may have to leave here
To find peace of mind, dear
Someplace where we can live a life of our own
I know you love me
And happy we could be
If some folks would leave us alone
If some folks would leave us alone
song performed by by John Prine
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Dared Dream
Dare to dream
Of happiness and Fate
Dream of the life
That we can make
Dare to dream
Of sadness and sorrow
Dream of the possibilities
That can happen tomorrow.
Dare to dream
Of a life that doesn’t end
Dream of Eternal Happiness
With all of your friends
Dare to dream
Of the things you can’t see
Come on, take the risk
Dare to dream with me.
poem by Anthony Zeigler
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Dare
So what am i to write today upon this canvas bare?
That I am fine, ok or well? , as if you really care.
String sentences profound as such, that tell you all is well.
Whilst heart is shouting dare it might, in truth I am in hell.
Be still my demons for a while, bring forward silence hence,
They prey upon my very soul dispel such innocence.
I stumble through this sorry life as if caught in a spell,
Revolving faster evermore no exit can't you tell? .
No sanctions thus am I dispensed, no respite so allowed,
And stand I broken many times before the baying crowd.
But deep inside the angst of life that haunts my waking hours,
A flicker of what I could be, a glimpse of different powers.
Though life it tells a sorry tale such glimpses glow then fade,
For paths that I must follow hence have clearly so been made.
I would complain and rightly so, a noise to wake the dead,
But fear i walk amongst them now so live with them instead.
So dreams that wane upon the dusk eternal in their truth
Will haunt this life through chances missed as i lived out my youth
Life takes the forms of challenge thus to push me to my limit
If I'd been born with all those facts... would heart dare to begin it? .
poem by Dave James
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Into Permanence Of My Mind (Trijan Refrain)
Into permanence of my mind
I do want to place you
with everything great, good and kind,
that's honourable and true
as you make me complete and real
your love does me from all pain heal
as you make me,
as you make me
selfless feel, while with life we deal.
Into permanence of my mind
I want save each new day
and your dear face I want to find,
when you are far away
as your dear love does never fade
never does it have any shade
as your dear love,
as your dear love
do all of my errors abrade
Into permanence of my mind
I want to put your face
and I want to leave far behind
each blot, imperfect trace
and eternal is our great love,
which not a thing can remove
and eternal
and eternal
are our feelings from God above.
poem by Gert Strydom
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An Eternal Choice
We come into life with no choice, simply born as girls and boys.
We are born of a man and wife, through whom we enter into life,
They become Mom and Dad, teaching us what’s good and bad.
Making the early choices for us, as the people that we can trust,
To guide us in our early life, steering us from the pain and strife.
They make all the decisions too, of what we can and cannot do,
As they help us all to grow, learning the things we need to know.
Preparing children for a time, when choices are yours and mine.
They know there’s coming a day, when we’ll go a separate way,
When children leave their home, to make choices on their own.
As you live out your early days, you follow in your parent’s ways,
The choices early on in life, may not have included Jesus Christ.
When we leave that chosen path, we may invite a parent’s wrath,
In spite of your parent’s reproof, you must choose Words of Truth.
For when God’s Truth is ignored, we need to then seek The Lord.
Although from the very start, parents indeed have a critical part,
Many following their own heart, from their early ways will depart.
There is no bigger choice friend, than that of a man’s eternal end.
A choice that’s a personal one, when believing in God’s Only Son,
For the only way to eternal life, is choosing the gift of Jesus Christ.
The parents of girls and boys, can’t make a child’s eternal choice,
Even if they known the Only Way, it is a decision you must make.
No one can make for you or me, the one choice regarding eternity.
That choice in which you believe, must be made before you leave,
And only with this eternal choice, when you leave, will you rejoice.
(Copyright ©06/2006)
I was born again
A whole life, every soul I ever met
Stood in front of my eye, so blessed
Their immense stare on me set
And told me of a truth; sweetly caressed
Of the importance of life, of me
They said to love and to let hate die
To love and let love be
To be the maker of beauty, to cry
So my pain may escape and I free
To love, to live, with them again
For they cherish life more than life
So happens I met fate before fate did pen
My future, my destiny, a brutal strife
With the afterlife of never living life full
Trapped in the universal purgatory of a lost soul
I was born again.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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When Love Hurts
(2/22/12)
When love hurts - where do you hide your broken heart
That has been ravaged and torn apart.
How do you ease the pain you feel
When you no longer know what's fantasy or real.
Love hurts because you did not open your eyes
You rushed in totally blind.
The physical beauty is what attracted you
Now your heart is broken in two.
When love hurts - and you see others
Walking hand in hand, and you look at your life
And you can't understand.
When love hurts is when words start flying
And you know that there is some lying
Words are thrown with out remorse
And you wonder what was the course.
When love hurts - you try to block it from your mind
But it'll be with you for a very long time.
The pain starts rising from your gut
And climbs its way to your heart
And it starts to tear it apart.
When love hurts - there are two things
That you can do - pray to god
And tell a friend or two
For all will help and follow through.
When love hurts - just cry silently or
You can cry openly, for crying helps
To relieve some of the pain.
Just like the earth when it gets the rain.
It renews you like a flower is renewed
So you'll know what you have to do.
poem by Louis Rams
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Anguish, pain, misery, sorrow and retribution
Some say life is full of anguish,
old man once sang that life is full of pain
some even preach that life comes fully laced with misery and sorrow,
and some believe that life offers no retribution
ideas clearly instilled in the hearts and souls of many a man,
but the truth of the matter is,
life is anguish,
life is pain,
life is misery and sorrow,
in the same way as rain is water
and water is rain
for where can one get one`s own share of anguish,
who`d we ever have known pain if we never had life
without life, would we live through misery and sorrow
life in itself is retribution,
for he who has life can stand ground against
anguish, pain, misery and sorrow
and live to see brighter days seemingly unscathed
but woo to he who loses his life
in anguish, or pain, or misery , or sorrow
for he will receive no further retribution
and he will depart this earth with nothing but
anguish, pain, misery, sorrow
and retribution lost
poem by Tinashe Severa
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I'm Mute (Revised)
Today is lost, I could not navigate
a steady course, mind disturbed,
nothing claims my concentration,
surfaced now and again to where
my head is snared in a net of
meaninglessness
Could not create a purpose or set
a Don Quixote task, cannot dream
the impossible dream for mother,
a hip replacement which financial
constraints make impossible, pain
her constant companion
No state hospital operations, only
self-funded private interventions
so how long should she need to
suffer? Nor can anyone alleviate
the pain – only her trust and faith
will pull her through,
To know she has to endure the
destructive agony of pain dims
beauty of life, makes me unsure
of myself and the meaning of
spiritual growth I assigned to
simple existence –
I could not breathe without it or
hear music; she must be released
from jeopardy, freed of pain, I am
mute in face of her suffering, my
head aches as my heart burns
shrinks into oblivion
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Letter To God
Dear God
I come at Your presence, still at the distance
Tracing the path to Your heavenly door
Try to bring some odds word from my mortal brain
You might feel i'm naif and look at me dearly
But things are not changing, You are God
I won't asked why do You took my mom away
You'd give me list of reason carved in gold plate
I'd rather asked mom myself, would You let me?
I want to re-negotiate with her as if it her own will
I know You don't preserve that kind of miracle
Then, please tell her when she's not looking down on me
That she had took most of myself with her
How all about her memory strain my existence
Please convince her that never again i'd let her simple wish down
Be kind to sent her back for my words are true
In her silent and lost look, she'd assigned me
Things that i'd let go, selfishly forsaken
I'd behold for certain extend as it just additional course
While it's a heavy mental notes and her life picture
I'm merely stupid to be sorry for my ignorance now
I used to think that she's vulnerable even wihtout tears
That i'm a steady-being, next to her and the younger
We had terrible fight with the fate daily
We hurt, we stumble but she got most of the pain
She strive to her best untill i lost the battle with myself
It's really take a life -her dearly life- to see this all
That i'm just a pathetic leader under her wings
That peaceful life is a bad utopia for a fighter
That to love is to pour yrself to the limit 'till the end
And only a looser choose to waive the cup
I'm standing in both way, myself and mom
It's painful to bearing her unconditional love all the way
She's an angel without a hallo or a pair of bright-wing
The other way, i drag my sword in irritating sound
The fake power to protect my fragile heart and clueless mind
I'm sorry for not able to fathom her pure heart
I'm sorry to troubled her with all my prejudice and limitation
I'm sorry to let her stand in my shoes mostly than i had myself
I'm sorry that i always take her for granted for anything and anytime
As a dumb, now i feel sorry for a lifetime
I knew that each of us suffer of her lost
But i just knew that she's the one who suffer most for our lost
I'd learn from her that bringing up daughter is not simple
But i'd just learn without her everything seems impossible
Many things i knew differ when i'd lost her
Anway God, just one last thing
If sending her back is impossible, then send her to Heaven
Just remember her torment and her flawless kindness
She had won the battle with unbeatable faith of You
Shan't any doubt, had the book of life capture all
I love her much but only You know how to treat her right, dear God
poem by Niken Kusuma Wardani
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Last Words
A dreadful darkness closes in
On my bewildered mind;
O let me suffer and not sin,
Be tortured yet resigned.
Through all this world of whelming mist
Still let me look to Thee,
And give me courage to resist
The Tempter till he flee.
Weary I am -- O give me strength
And leave me not to faint;
Say Thou wilt comfort me at length
And pity my complaint.
I've begged to serve Thee heart and soul,
To sacrifice to Thee
No niggard portion, but the whole
Of my identity.
I hoped amid the brave and strong
My portioned task might lie,
To toil amid the labouring throng
With purpose pure and high.
But Thou hast fixed another part,
And Thou hast fixed it well;
I said so with my breaking heart
When first the anguish fell.
For Thou hast taken my delight
And hope of life away,
And bid me watch the painful night
And wait the weary day.
The hope and the delight were Thine;
I bless Thee for their loan;
I gave Thee while I deemed them mine
Too little thanks, I own.
Shall I with joy Thy blessings share
And not endure their loss?
Or hope the martyr's crown to wear
And cast away the cross?
These weary hours will not be lost,
These days of passive misery,
These nights of darkness anguish tost
If I can fix my heart on Thee.
Weak and weary though I lie,
Crushed with sorrow, worn with pain,
Still I may lift to Heaven mine eyes
And strive and labour not in vain,
That inward strife against the sins
That ever wait on suffering;
To watch and strike where first begins
Each ill that would corruption bring,
That secret labour to sustain
With humble patience every blow,
To gather fortitude from pain
And hope and holiness from woe.
Thus let me serve Thee from my heart
Whatever be my written fate,
Whether thus early to depart
Or yet awhile to wait.
If Thou shouldst bring me back to life
More humbled I should be;
More wise, more strengthened for the strife,
More apt to lean on Thee.
Should Death be standing at the gate
Thus should I keep my vow;
But, Lord, whate'er my future fate
So let me serve Thee now.
poem by Anne Brontë
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MY Dark World
In my world I see it different then the rest of you.
I see evil withches casting an evil spell making us work or we will be there for the rest of your lives.
Evil warlocks messing with young maidens hearts so they can have there plesure of seeing us cry our hearts out so they can have their laughs.
Monsters crawling around to tear you down from a good life to make it a horrible day for you and me. Making sure your never happy in life there always under your feet to watch your every second so when you get at least one bit of happiness they can come out of hiding and make it a horrible situation.
Sharks prowling the waters so they can eat and survive this cruel world.
The blinding sun almost always out burning your flesh with its heat rays and trying to kill you every second of the day but we use chemicals to fight back and some of us like me try stay out of the sun and stay in the darkness to hide from its evil doings.
Horror stories telling you when you grow up your life is going to be a fairytale. But the only fairy tale is the evil is now taking over the world having fun torturing, haunting, and destroying peoples lifes. There are no fairy tales in my world to me a fairy tale is a horror movie to you. Horror movies are my fairy tale at least they are the only ones that tell the truth in my world.
In my world nothing makes sence its a dark mysterious place. your goal is to try to make it out of this madness alive. Right now I am trying to figure out which one to avoid. The evil witches telling me how to live my life or the warlocks trying to mess with my heart.
poem by Samantha Rogers
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