A Highway To Nowhere
There are coloured wavy lines
in that space I call my mind.
They look like swimming snakes
searching for something to find.
They are going in one direction,
fluorescent and shining bright,
but like goldfish in a bowl
no destination is in sight.
Perhaps they are an indication,
of what is yet to come.
A direction of which to take
in a darkness without sun.
An escape from the gloom,
from the bleak, and despair,
or maybe it’s simply showing
life’s a highway to nowhere.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Thoughts Of A Goldfish
I am a goldfish; I am swimming around this bowl. It is getting dizzy.
A goldfish I am; It is getting dizzy. Swimming around this bowl I am.
Am I a goldfish? I am swimming around this bowl. It is getting dizzy.
It is getting dizzy, swimming around this bowl, I am a goldfish. I am.
Around this bowl I am swimming. It is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish
I am a goldfish. It is getting dizzy around this bowl, I am swimming.
I am swimming around this bowl; I am a goldfish. It is getting dizzy.
Around this bowl, it is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish; I am swimming.
I am a goldfish. It is getting dizzy. I am swimming around this bowl.
I am a goldfish. Bowl this around: it is getting dizzy. I am swimming.
I am swimming around this bowl. Am I a goldfish? It is getting dizzy.
Am I a goldfish bowl? It is getting dizzy. Am I swimming around this?
It is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish. Am I swimming around this bowl?
Am I a goldfish? Around this bowl am I swimming? It is getting dizzy.
Am I a goldfish? I am. It is getting dizzy, swimming around this bowl.
Am I a goldfish? It is getting dizzy. I am swimming around this bowl.
Am I a goldfish swimming? Around this bowl, I am. It is getting dizzy.
Am I a goldfish? It is getting dizzy. Around this bowl I am swimming.
Am I swimming? I am a goldfish around this bowl. It is getting dizzy.
Am I swimming? Is it getting dizzy? Around this bowl I am a goldfish.
It is getting dizzy. Am I swimming? Am I a goldfish around this bowl?
Am I a-swimming? I am a round goldfish. This bowl, it is getting dizzy.
This bowl: It is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish I am swimming around.
Am I a bowl? It is getting dizzy. I am a goldfish swimming around this.
It is getting dizzy. Am I a round bowl? I am this goldfish a-swimming.
I am a goldfish I am swimming around. Is this bowl getting dizzy? It is.
Is it? I am getting a goldfish. I am swimming around this dizzy bowl.
I am. I am swimming around this goldfish bowl. Dizzy it is a-getting.
I am a dizzy goldfish swimming. I am a round bowl. Is it getting this?
Is this bowl around a dizzy, swimming goldfish? I am. I am getting it.
Is this getting dizzy? Am I a round goldfish? Am I a swimming bowl?
I am a goldfish; I am swimming around this bowl. It is getting dizzy.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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Same Direction
whenever i step outside, somebody claims to see the light
it seems to me that all of us have lost our patience
'cause everyone thinks they're right, and nobody thinks that there just might
be more than one road to our final destination
but i'm not ever going to know if i'm right or wrong
'cause we're all going in the same direction
and i'm not sure which way to go because all along
we've been goin in the same direction
i'm tired of playing games, of looking for someone else to blame
for all the holes in answers that are clearly showing
for something to fill the space, was all of the time i spent a waste
'cause so many choices point the same way i was going
so why does there only have to be one correct philosophy?
i don't want to go and follow you just to end up like one of them
and why are you always telling me what you want me to believe?
i'd like to think that i can go my own way and meet you in the end
but i'm not ever going to know...
song performed by by Hoobastank
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Headed In The Right Direction
Chorus
Headed in the right direction
I can see the light of day
Ive got love as my connection
Theres an angel showing me the way
Been reaching for love all my life
I couldnt find it always one step behind it
Now I know it was mine all the time finally I am
Chorus
Headed in the right direction
I can see the light of day
Ive got love as my protection
Theres no need for me to be afraid
I spend so much time with my head in the clouds
Now that Ive got my feet on the ground
I found that I am
Chorus
Headed in the right direction
I can see the light of day
Ive got faith and intuition telling me that I will be okay
Down the path that I walked there was eyes
Somebody told me that I look like Im glowing
They just dried all the tears from my eyes now I can see that
Chorus
Headed in the right direction
I can see the light of day
Now Ive found my pearl of wisdom
Theres no need for me to be afraid
Headed in the right direction
Theres an angel showing me the way
I have found my inspiration
Headed in the right direction
song performed by by India Arie
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My Direction
Perfection is my direction
Even if thats all I had
Its not like I need no correction,
I just know that lifes not so bad
Picture this, everyday,
Kids that just cant find a way,
Stuck in this erect,
Cant find hope for better days
Its our 2 generation,
Our child of frustration
In the last 30 years teenage suicide has increased 300% in north america & is the 2nd major continent attached to canada.
Perfection is my direction
Even if thats all I had
Its not like I need no correction,
I just know that lifes not so bad
When will all my problems disappear?
Am I just going crazy from the fear?
Oh why am I going far past the break
The bridge is like a way,
And I still cant think straight.
Perfection is my direction
Even if thats all I had
Its not like I need no correction,
I just know that lifes not so bad
I met my destination
Whats life to complain about?
All these aggrivations
Building till the sea fall out
Im running by, no lie,
When every time I lie,
(dont tell me without a doubt this new found luck has all run out [repeat])
Perfection is my direction
Even if thats all I had
Its not like I need no correction,
I just know that lifes not so bad
song performed by by Sum 41
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Beneath the Southern Cross
Beneath the Southern Cross
are two pointers that catch my eyes
and I wonder to where
their direction is taking me,
while the whole world
with time is estranging around me.
The Southern Cross is bright
against the dark sky
and I am trying to find direction
and see a bright light winking,
past and through the darkness
and this light draws me
like the wise men
that it lead to the child.
poem by Gert Strydom
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4. A Fishy Tale
A haven for wet wildlife
Within our pond there’s load’s
Lots of newts and tadpoles
And many ugly toads
Swimming in among the weeds
A goldfish only one
We once had two shabumkins
But now we haven't none
I found some telltale footprints
Showing heron came to call
He’d eaten our shabumkins
And left us none at all
Last night we kept a vigil
And caught the neighbour’s cat
As he polished off the goldfish
So that’s the end of that
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Tao
The Tao that be can talked about or
Put into words is not the Eternal Tao.
Tao cannot be held, only experienced.
Tao cannot be touched, only felt.
Tao cannot be seen, but only glimpsed with the inner eye.
Tao is an elusive word,
Meaning much more than can be explained.
Tao also called the Law or the Way Or simply All That Is.
Tao then, is the Way, as in direction, manner, source,
Destination, Purpose, and Process.
Those who seek for and follow the Tao are strong of body,
clear of mind and sharp of sight and hearing.
They do not load their mind with anxieties, and
flexible in their adjustment to external conditions.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Direction and Purpose
A river flows in one direction,
on down to find the sea.
As humans we to see a direction,
and ask our God to lead the way.
Everything needs a direction,
or purpose in being be.
Without a purpose or direction,
we are like the winds of the desert,
lost and forever wandering.
If we have nothing to justify
the existence of our soul,
we will drift on aimlessly,
through the eons of time,
until the poets run out of rhyme.
(29 May 2007)
poem by David Harris
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I Should Go Out Into The Sun
I should go out into the sun
And walk in the direction of wherever I need to go
No matter how far-
And on the way find some other form of transportation
That will take me there.
Instead however I sit here and write my inane lines
As if whatever happened to me however small
Was worth thinking about by another-
A poem should not be trivial
But mine often are-
How much more patience will I myself have
Before I go in another direction?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Intuition
ladedada
ladedada
ladedada da dum
I'm just a simple girl
In a high tech digital world
I really try to understand
All the powers that rule this land
They say Miss J's big butt is boss
Kate Moss can't find a job
In a world of post modern fad
What was good now is bad
It's not hard to understand
Just follow this simple plan
Follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
Let go of your mind
Your intuition
It's easy to find
Just follow your heart baby
ladedada
ladedada
ladedada da dum
You look at me
But you're not quite sure
Am I it or could you get more?
You learn cool from magazines
You learn love from Charlie Sheen
If you want me let me know
I promise i won't say no
Follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
Let go of your mind
Your intuition
It's easy to find
Just follow your heart baby
You got something that you want me to sell
Sell your sin
Just cash in
You got something that you want me to tell
You'll love me
Wait and see
If you want me
Don't play games
I promise
It won't be in vain
Uh-uh-uh
Follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
Let go of your mind
Your intuition
It's easy to find
Just follow your heart baby
Just follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
Let go of your mind
It's easy to find
Just follow your heart baby
Follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
Let go of your mind
Your intuition
It's easy to find
Just follow your heart baby
Follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
Let go of your mind
Your intuition
It's easy to find
Just follow your heart baby
Follow your heart
Your intuition
It will lead you in the right direction
song performed by by Jewel
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Pit of Suffering
Disappearing into a vortex,
Into a whirlpool of despair,
My mind is forever falling,
As I grasp for help but no ones there,
But my fight for breath is escalating,
As the demons deep within,
Plummet with me into the darkness,
Into the pit of suffering,
Then I feel my heart beat intensifying,
As it races out of control,
Round and around like a gold fish,
Swimming around in its bowl,
So will somebody help me?
In this madness,
Help me to escape from within,
Throw me a line,
And help me break free,
From the hands in the pit of suffering.
poem by Darren Harris
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Back On The Road Again
As we walk life’s journey
that is not without its tears,
sometimes we find a small pocket
of happiness that carries us through
until the next one comes along.
Sometimes we find turmoil
of which there is little escape from.
Our direction gets mixed signals there.
The next day
we are back on the road again.
The one leading us
to our final destination
in the future somewhere.
We all need sadness
to show us how good
happiness can really be.
We all need heartaches in love
so we can recognise
the real thing called love
when it comes along.
poem by David Harris
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Deliverance
It is nearly midnight; I can read the clock inside of my mind.
I can see through the darkness
Wicked hands reaching forward- with dagger- like fingers-
Sharp and threatening-
I am surrounded by vicious animals,
Hungry snakes and people who wish to harm me?
I would open that golden door to freedom if I could, if only to
Escape this terrifying world that
Surrounds me- I have no key and the lock
Is hanging off some invincible being's wrist as would a bracelet-
Tinted gold as the door that bars me, and striking- though
Not beautiful but hideously distorted-
I can still read the clock inside of my mind
Which I can read through the bleakest darkness- I see a door to freedom although
The lock and most likely, the key have been lost- All eyes are upon me and
All voices are threatening; all beings wishing me harm are loudening-
I cannot escape through this door toward unreachable liberty,
I hope I am dreaming and this is none but a nightmare-
This world is closing in on me from many directions- as my tongue forks out,
I still wonder why is the whole world against me?
It is past midnight and I foresee no escape from doomsday except for
That door to freedom that is locked and I own no key-
The lock and key would be my saviors - I don't believe in a higher being-
Evil eyes are upon me; I have come to full awareness that
I could awaken and darkness would still prevail,
Even though the sun is brilliant on a cloudless day, only because
Present in my awakened state I foresee no door opening toward freedom-
The sun is shining, and there is a rainbow on the horizon-
But I see my shadow fading into bleak darkness and despair-
Voices inside of my mind are commanding and I know-
I know and don't need to be told-
My whole world is darkening because since the day I was born into this world,
I have been a victim of abuse, confusion and disorientation and
The lights inside the womb that carried me burnt out before my birth and
My whole life has been a nightmare, and here I can no longer persevere, so I shall
Escape and follow my shadow, as I light a candle illuminating the world of my fantasies
Hopefully to guide me towards salvation…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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When we made that album with Gary Moore, I was still kind of searching for the right direction for myself. Although the music is quite good the direction was like a box of fireworks that caught light all at the same time.
Ode To Chin
What's your direction?
Tell me what's wrong, tell me what's right.
What's your direction?
Think about somebody else for the night.
Life's more than girls.
God's more than words.
You're more than this.
So, what's your direction,
And where are you now?
Grow, grow where you are.
Anchor your roots underneath.
Doubt your doubts and believe your beliefs.
What's your direction?
What matters most?
What should you know?
What's your direction?
All that you've been
Makes who you are now,
'Cause I've been ashamed.
I've been a fool.
You know Ive backed down.
When I lose direction, I pray to be found.
Grow, grow where you are.
Anchor your roots underneath.
Doubt your doubts and believe your beliefs.
song performed by by Switchfoot
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No Direction Home
Crawl upon the earth, scour the universe you know
Set my compass north, circumscribe the earth and go - no direction home
Whats my part in this, whats this dream I cant let go
Whats your weight of this, what d'ya want to see and who d'ya want to know
You've no direction home, no direction home, no direction
Feels like all is lost, there's nowhere left to go
Through the seasoned sands, cross the sky to the morning snow
Is there no direction home, nowhere left to go, no direction home
song performed by by I Am Kloot
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You Won't Find Me There
I'd like to know what makes you stay
While your eyes still search for escape
You think that I don't feel the cold, baby
But I wait, while confessions unfold
You'll never make a living from reading minds
Or from getting your direction from exit signs
Look into your heart and you won't find me there
You won't find me where you hide, baby
And that makes us a matter of time
Like trees exposed by fall, baby
Time reveals it all
You'll never make a living from reading minds
Or from getting your direction from exit signs
Look into your heart and you won't find me there
Oooooooh...
Tell me you want to do everything
But you're stuck up to your knees
And I'm less likely pushed forward
By ambition than a breeze
But there's a flame that must be fanned, baby
And it appears as a beckoning hand
Don't think 'cause you're not talking, you're being kind
You've been getting your direction from exit signs
Look into your heart and you won't find me there
You won't find me
Oooh, there
You won't find, you won't find
You won't find me there, oooh
You won't find, you won't find
You won't find me there
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Very few of us have any idea whatsoever of what life is like living in a goldfish bowl, except, of course, for those of us who are goldfish.
quote by Graham Taylor
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Highway To Heaven
A beginning without an end
Is a meaning to something infinite
I have ran out of solutions
And came to this conclusion
My destination is highway to heaven
There used to be light at the end of the tunnel
Now it’s all so dark
And where I am going there is no turning back
My destination is highway to heaven
Head in the clouds hoping, praying for better days
Because I know in God’s hands lie my destiny
My destination is highway to heaven
To built up the pressure, grow a conscience
And then turn the man into an intellectual psychopath
So he could be acknowledge by those who are blocking his way
My destination is highway to heaven
To go through what I have been through
And then collapse
Well hell, I’m on my way to heaven.
poem by Landsley Alexandre
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If My Fish Could Speak
If my two goldfish could speak
they would surely have long conversations
about the weight of pebbles in water
or the buoyancy of plastic plants.
I wonder what they would say as they play together:
nudging back and forth and swimming under and around each other’s feathery-fan tails.
“I love you more.”
“Noooo, I love you more.”
If my fish could brag
they’d tell you about their bowl on the window ledge and
how they watch the cars drive around the parking lot like a crazy human aquarium,
how the sun shines into their bowl in the afternoon,
and how it’s just like swimming through watery gold-dust.
They flutter around, showing off the way their orange skin gleams in the rays of light
that pour around the fake lotus flower I put in there.
(They love that too.)
If my fish could sing,
they would be hard to understand (singing underwater is a challenge-even for fish) .
My fish would know all the words to the newest Kelly Clarkson album,
The Garden State Soundtrack, and all of Prince’s dirtiest songs.
If my goldfish liked Prince, they’re favorite song would be Soft and Wet:
“You're just as soft as a lion tamed/You're just as wet as the evening rain/How will I take it when you call my name? /Your love is driving me...you're driving me insane”
If my fish could hear,
they’d tell you that I talk to myself.
They’d probably also tell you that they’re tired of me talking to them.
Most likely, I’ve assigned them the wrong gender
and they’re pissed about being called
he when it should be she, and she when it should be he.
Luckily for me, my fish are the tolerant kind,
and forgive me of this mistake.
If my fish could read,
they might compare me to Roald Dahl’s The BFG
and call me The BFS: Big Friendly Sara.
Although, as far as size goes, I am much bigger than the real BFG.
(The BFG was about 6 times bigger than Sophie, and I’m 63 times the size of my fish.)
Even though, in this scenario, I’m the taller of the two giants, I am not the superior. When I go to Dream Country to catch dreams, I come back only with bad ones
and I wouldn’t want to keep these in jars on my shelves, even if I could.
If my fish could drive,
they’d fly down the highway
not knowing where it would take them.
They’d snap photos (if fish could snap photos)
of sun rises and sunsets, of road signs, and of bugs that got smashed on the windshield.
They’d laugh and compare the car to their bowl on the window sill,
joking about getting wheels put on it for better parking-lot viewing.
And they’d wish that I was with them on the road.
If my fish could dream,
they’d have nightmares about the over-crowded tanks at Meijer where I bought them.
They’d wake up gasping, and frantically find each other in the dark water.
My fish would also dream about moving on to a larger bowl, somewhere on the eat coast.
Images of sea-life and waves would disappear
When I switched on my desk lamp and said,
“Good morning, my darlings.”
They’d feel guilty about wanting to leave.
If my fish could speak,
they’d tell you that I call them my babies.
They are the silent watchers of my bedroom corner.
It doesn’t matter that I “read like an open book.”
It may be obvious to the world what I’m feeling, but that doesn’t matter to my fish.
They are low-maintenance friends that never assume, expect, or guess
what it is I want to say.
They can only listen.
poem by Sara Waalkes
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