One Born here Has to Will-nilly Live Here!
My Lord, you know me well than I myself,
Every perceptive is deceptive,
I have my visions defective,
My perspective is deceptive,
My own senses runlike
hungry dog after sensual things!
My ego and what I call selfesteem,
Is my own lofty ego centrist thoughts!
May be thoughts rebound,
strike back the source than its target,
defective missiles are these thoughts,
Fall down on launching
On the launch pad itself!
How can be I am lord of my own,
You made me here a tenant,
where I neither can enjoy,
nor can pay taxes,
I have to pay taxes and penalties,
Just because I live here as tenant in this body!
Only I suffer more, than what I can bear,
I have to bear what ever pain!
Stars in the sky seem to smile,
Sun smiles with moon,
On this painful story of men and
Every life on Earth for them,
nothing but,
will-o'-the-wisps,
Will-nilly one born here has to live,
Can only death save me?
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Life Is A Lemon And I Want My Money Back
I want my money back
I want my money back
I want my money back
I want my money back
It's all or nothin'
And nothin's all I ever get,
Every time I turn it on I burn it up and burn it out
There's always something,
There's always something going wrong.
That's the only guarantee, that's what this is all about.
It's a never ending attack.
Everything's a lie and that's a fact.
Life is a lemon and I want my money back!
And all the morons,
and all the stooges with their coins,
Their the ones who make the rules, it's not a game it's just a rout
There's desperation, (there's desperation)
There's desperation in the air.
It leaves a stain on all your clothes and no detergent gets it out.
And we're always slippin' through the cracks.
Then the movie's over, fade to black.
Life is a lemon and I want my money back
What about love?
It's defective!
It's always breakin' in half.
What about sex?
It's defective!
It's never built to really last.
What about your family?
It's defective!
All the batteries are shot.
What about your friends?
Their defective!
All the parts are out of stock.
What about your god?
It's defective!
They forgot the warranty.
What about your town?
It's defective!
It's a dead end street to me.
What about your school?
It's defective!
It's a pack of useless lies.
What about your work?
It's defective!
It's a crock and then you die.
What about hope?
It's defective!
It's corroded and decayed.
What about faith?
It's defective!
It's tattered and it's frayed.
What about your chilhood?
It's defective!
It's dead and buried in the past.
What about your future?
It's defective!
And you can shove it up your ASS!
I want my money back (Life is a Lemon)!
I want my money back (Life is a Lemon)!
I want my money back (Life is a Lemon)!
I want my money back (Life is a Lemon)!
Everything's a lie and that's a fact.
Then the movie's over, fade to black.
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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Taxed
Taxed in our groceries and taxed in our pay
The taxman keeps taking from us every day
But of heavy taxes the bureaucrats he spare
Tax every battler not the billionaire.
Who says that everything in life is fair
The wealthy of tax never pay their fair share
The wealthy getting wealthier with advantage on their side
And the gap getting wider in the social divide.
More taxes on petrol and more taxes on beer
Of taxes and more taxes is all that we hear
Taxed in our electricity bills and taxed by our bank
For some of our poverty the tax man we can thank.
Taxes even on the water that we drink
Soon they will tax us on the thoughts we think
We are burdened by taxes it does seem to me
And it's thanks to the tax man for our poverty.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Life Is A Lemon & I Want My Money Back
I want my money back
I want my money back
Its all or nothing
And nothings all I ever get
Every time I turn it on
I burn it up and burn it out
Its always something
Theres always something going wrong
Thats the only guarantee
Thats what this is all about
Its a never ending attack
Everythings a lie, and thats a fact
Life is a lemon and I want my money back!
And all the morons
And all the stooges with their coins
Theyre the ones who make the rules
Its not a game - its just a rout
Theres desperation
Theres desperation in the air
It leaves a stain on all your clothes
And no detergant gets it out
And were always slipping through the the cracks
Then the movies over - fade to black
Life is a lemon and I want my money back!
I want my money back
I want my money back
What about love?
Its defective!
Its always breaking in half
What about sex? !
Its defective!
Its never built to really last
What about your family?
Its defective!
All the batteries are shot
What about your friends?
Theyre defective!
All the parts are out of stock
What about hope?
Its defective!
Its corroded and decayed
What about faith?
Its defective!
Its tattered and its frayed
What about your gods?
Theyre defective!
They forgot the warranty
What about your town?
Its defective!
Its a dead end street to me
What about your school?
Its defective!
Its a pack of useless lies
What about your work?
Its defective!
Its a crock and then you die
What about your childhood?
Its defective!
Its dead and buried in the past
What about your future?
Its defective!
And you can shove it up your ass!!
I want my money back
I want my money back
Its all or nothing
And nothings all I ever get
Every time I turn it on
I burn it up and burn it out
Its a never ending attack
Everythings a lie, and thats a fact
Life is a lemon and I want my money back!
And were always slipping through the the cracks
Then the movies over-fade to black
Life is a lemon and I want my money back!
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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My Thoughts Of Suicide
Here I sit and write this poem
Thinking of all I love and all I hate
Thoughts of suicide thinking its my fate
I think of all the times I used to laugh
And now I wish I'd just die
How did so much misery come in to my life
And now all I have are thoughts of suicide
Crying every night is not the way to live
Heck I'm still a kid
I should be out hanging with all my friends
But these thoughts of suicide haunt my head
Will they care when I am gone
When nothings left expect my thoughts
And this small poem telling everyone
I will be no more in about an hour
Don't try to save me
Just save your tears
Nothing can stop me
Because i have thoughts of suicide
Heres to the end my dear friend
I hope you live life through
This is the end to this girls life
And all her thoughts to boot
Nothing there but my thoughts my secret thoughts of suicide
poem by Danielle Arsuaga
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A Day In The Life Of A Tree
Feel the wind burn through my skin
The pain, the air is killing me
For years my limbs stretched to the sky
A nest for birds to sit and sing
But now my branches suffer
And my leaves dont bear the glow
They did so long ago
One day I was full of life
My sap was rich and I was strong
From seed to tree I grew so tall
Through wind and rain I could not fall
But now my branches suffer
And my leaves dont offer
Poetry to men of song
Trees like me werent meant to live
If all this world can give
Pollution and slow death
Oh lord I lay me down
No lifes left to be found
Theres nothing left for me
Trees like me werent meant to live
If all this earth can give
Is pollution
Trees like me werent meant to live
(oh lord I lay me down)
If all this earth can give
(my branches to the ground)
Is pollution and slow death
(theres nothing left for me)
Oh lord I lay me down
My branches to the ground
Theres nothing left for me
song performed by by Beach Boys
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I Call Unto Ye O' Lord
?....calling on his name
lead me off this pain
if it were a teary rain
to wipe away this blame
off my face;
lost in thoughts
and lots
of thoughts
have lost
me in thought....
all it mirrors were some complex
abstract and distorted
provokingly....
lost in thoughts...
i call unto ye
o' lord!
in you 'am never afraid
o' lord!
my faith (won't fade)
in vain
o' god!
o' jehovah!
bless i soul
in this life; unfold
ye blessings for me; not gold.
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*this is spiritual poetry that is abstract and distorted in meaning from whence it denotes. never give, live up! jah jah is there for you in every minute (and second) of your existence; he is watching over you. stand firm....
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(r) opn
(c) timeless
***dry not a river***
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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Let me respond with a few points, the first being that all immigrants pay taxes, income taxes, property taxes, sales taxes, gasoline taxes, cigarette taxes, every tax when they make a purchase.
quote by Luis Gutierrez
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Pay For Defection!
Someday you have to go alone,
Alone you came, bear handed,
Went and came bear handed
Million times,
Still that remains strange,
All that I know, everyone has to sleep alone,
Wife or child, pet or flowers,
No one to sleep with,
Family or friends
No one to laugh with,
No one to talk with,
No one likes to come with!
Not even the body and mind,
Not even the intelligence and reasoning,
Not even the money or mansion,
Not even that gold or pension!
Only look at that mortal scrap of the robot,
That played with ego,
useless and degradable food for
worms and germs!
Alone one will be on this journey,
even when one is in sleep or on walk,
One has carry his own cross,
On which one get crucified for,
Thoughts and Deeds,
one's own actions and Words!
That resurrect one back,
To suffer or enjoy once more!
Alone one was always,
Pushed away by waves,
Fall away ocean to shore,
Where once again that same cycle,
Playing with shells of dead mother of pearls,
Running here and there to food and shelter,
Cloths for this froth,
Working for home and looking for someone!
Dreaming in ignorance,
When thread of thoughts are torn,
One will be no where, no
Withered flower comes back,
Everyone moves with his own backpack,
Full with cause and effects,
no one ever born,
only born were
Matter and energy,
Time and space,
cause and effect,
One has to correct his own defects
For that defection with his own Truth!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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'Death and taxes, taxes and death-
Lord, let me die solvent, ' he begged,
slipping the tax-check into the mailbox,
'Art worth more, the artist dead, '
he reasoned, reassured,
'after death I'll be rich.'
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Live To Love Another Day
Lord I fell for her smile
And she loved me for a while
Then she said good-bye gotta go
Left me standing on the side of the road
Now she's gone and I'm a memory in her past
And the long and short of it some things never last
Chorus:
Oh because summers come, summers go
I'll keep walking down this road
It's alright and it's okay
I'll live to love another day
I'll live to love another day
Lord I'm out here again
With my back to the wind
The warm sun that's sinking low
Is gonna leave me out in the cold
But the long and short of it some things never last
And if that goes for the good
It must go for the bad
(REPEAT CHORUS)
If I fall down
I'm not ashamed
I always get back up again
But I'll be fine 'till the right one comes to save me, save me, save me
Lord I fell for her smile
And she loved me for a while
And someday she's gonna wish
She hadn't left me here like this
(REPEAT CHOURUS)
I'll live to love another day
I'll live to love another day
I'll live to love another day
song performed by by Keith Urban
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V.
Grant us succor both now and in time to
Come, through our Lord, Jesus Christ that blessed Son
Praise him with sonnet and haiku
Let by your true wisdom be done
The Lord has put down the mighty from their
Seat, he has brought then down to their bear knees,
That, they know that no evil shall be spared.
With this all true souls shall come to agree.
To thou O Lord have true mercy on us.
You are the light that light our way once dark.
Be us sober of thoughts, not a Bacchus
As Norah sober of thoughts toward the ark.
Keep true to the Lord’s service studying ever
Ever true of heart while never acting
poem by David E. Patton
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In The Foreign Land (Sa Banyagang Lupa)
In this foreign land
is where I live.
Here,
I am blessed
and never had
been hungry.
But,
to the land where I came from
is where my thoughts are.
I beg you not
to say anything
because in my heart
is already a great suffering.
I beg you also,
not to ask me to go home now
because I cannot bear
any more pain
of a hungry stomach
and bitterness of humilliation
from a fellow countryman
whose wealth is ill-gotten
and whose talent is not refined.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Our Thoughts May Survive
creativity and thoughts
appear from nowhere
creativity and thoughts
are like that spark came
from us was part of us
yet may survive beyond us
long after we have gone
our thoughts may survive
thoughts like children
scatter from our mind
thoughts were part of us?
thoughts came from us?
thoughts live beyond us?
thoughts live on after us?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Over The Lofty Mountains
Wonder I must, what I once may see
Over the lofty mountains!
Eyes shall meet only snow, may be;
Standing here, each evergreen tree
Over the heights is yearning;--
Will it be long in learning?
Pinions strong bear the eagle away
Over the lofty mountains
Forth to the young and vigorous day;
There he exults in the swift, wild play,
Rests where his spirit orders,--
Sees all the wide world's borders.
Full-leaved the apple-tree wishes naught
Over the lofty mountains!
Spreading, when summer hither is brought,
Waiting till next time in its thought;
Many a bird it is swinging,
Knowing not what they are singing.
He who has longed for twenty years
Over the lofty mountains,
He who knows that he never nears,
Smaller feels with the lapsing years,
Heeds what the bird is singing
Cheerily to its swinging.
Garrulous bird, what will you here
Over the lofty mountains?
Surely your nest was there less drear,
Taller the trees, the outlook clear;--
Will you then only bring me
Longings, but naught to wing me?
Shall I then never, never go
Over the lofty mountains?
Shall to my thoughts this wall say,--No!
Stand with terror of ice and snow,
Barring the way unwended,
Coffin me when life is ended?
Out will I! Out!--Oh, so far, far, far,
Over the lofty mountains!
Here is this cramping, confining bar,
Baffling my thoughts, that so buoyant are;--
Lord! Let me try the scaling,
Suffer no final failing!
Sometime I know I shall rise and soar
Over the lofty mountains.
Hast Thou already ajar Thy door?--
Good is Thy home! Yet, Lord, I implore,
Hold not the gates asunder,--
Leave me my longing wonder!
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Sonnet: God Made Us Divinely
0 take my body, mind and heart; they're yours;
0 take them Lord, before I destroy them;
0 take my soul back ‘fore I sin more, Boss;
Give me a soul of stone, not priceless gem.
0 take my special senses back, my God;
I misused them so frequently since birth;
0 take my every dropp of blood back, Lord;
Before I spill it uselessly on earth.
0 take the precious life back that you gave;
The devils make me sin so easily;
I wish I go to live just in a cave;
They understand me not, my family!
God, allow Death to lay its hands on me;
I wish to quit earth, early, heavenly.
poem by John Celes
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The Master of Intrigue
As you take a look around, souls all over the earth abound.
However, one day soon many of these souls will not be found.
First it will be all of the true believers in Christ one day,
They will hear The Lord's Trumpet and be snatched away.
Then the Master of Intrigue will attempt to explain away,
What happened to millions and millions of people that day.
Many, who were left behind, as they chose to despise The Light,
Will believe this man's deceptive folly, to Satan's sheer delight.
Seven years after this awesome and truly mysterious event,
Half of those who remain will be taken in God’s Judgment.
God’s Judgment will not be apparent at all, but totally ignored,
As people will believe that through a man peace has been restored.
Unfortunately this man who is doomed to God’s Eternal Destruction,
Will also lead others astray, through his deceptive cultic seduction.
His end will come after Satan, who filled him, gives him the nod,
And he goes to the Jewish Temple, and proclaims himself to be God.
He's finally destroyed at The Lord's return in Power and Glory,
And that my friend, will be the end of Antichrist’s deceptive story.
But you my dear friend still have time to make the decision,
If you would like to accept God's Glorious, Eternal Provision.
(Copyright © 07/2002)
For God’s Glory
How to live for God’s Glory, begins for us at the Christmas story,
Where we witness a special birth, that changed men on the earth.
The story ends with Easter Truth, with resurrection as living proof,
That by The Son’s Revelation, all men face an eternal destination.
Christ’s birth was a Gift from God, to all men on this earth we trod,
The Gift of God’s great Salvation, to each and every single nation.
His death grants all men new life, through God’s Son Jesus Christ,
Through that Gift God did give, all men in Christ can eternally live.
New life starts here on the earth, through The Spirit and new birth,
As believers become born again, they become for Christ holy men.
Guiding us in His Righteous Light, to live a life that’s pure and right,
As it’s God’s Glory that we live for, to lead others to Christ our Lord.
Our earthly life begins one story, which for believers ends in Glory,
With Eternal Life, that has no end, in a place we can’t comprehend.
Following His death, we sacrifice, our former ways for Jesus Christ,
Living in The Spirit, we receive, from Christ Jesus when we believe.
We live for Christ, Who died for us, placing in The Lord, all our trust,
As He makes our life a testament, to our Savior, whom He had sent.
This earthly life’s a small price to pay, for what God did on that day,
So that we could live forevermore, up in Glory, with Christ our Lord.
(Copyright ©01/2007)
Living A Lie
I can't seem to find out what I feel
Burned out dreams of others which I can steal
Take or leave this way I seem to you, it eats right through you
Ripped up parts of things I should do, I'll run around and tell you screaming
Oh I live a lie, oh I live a lie, oh why even try
I've been leaving thoughts below
Still I feel I should know
Still don't see much of me giving in
Much too strong to live outside these sins
Feeling like I'm taken lightly, think you see right through me
Words of those that still despise me, think it's eating me you're dreaming
Oh I live a lie, oh I live a lie, oh why even try
I've been leaving thoughts below
Still I feel I should know
When I seem to believe all that I've done wrong
You can take all that's right I will still move on
Taken all I can give it seems that I don't belong
Push me further from this go on
Oh I live a lie, oh I live a lie, oh why even try
I've been leaving thoughts below
Still I feel I should know
song performed by by 3 Doors Down
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The Lord Loves The One
The lord loves the one that loves
The lord
And the law says if you don't give,
Then you don't get loving
Now the lord helps those that help
Themselves
And the law says whatever you do
Is going to come right back on you
We all making out
Like we own this whole world
While the leaders of nations
They're acting like big girls
With no thoughts for their god
Who provides us with all
But when death comes to claim them
Who will stand,
And who will fall?
The lord loves the one that loves
The lord
And the law says if you don't give,
Then you don't get loving
Now the lord helps those that help
Themselves
And the law says whatever you do
Is going to come right back on you
We all move around,
With objectives in mind,
To become rich or famous,
With our reputations signed,
But the few that can reach,
To this coveted slot,
Don't escape old age creeping,
Through their bodies,
Like a rot
While the lord loves the one that loves
The lord
And the law says if you don't give,
Then you don't get loving
Now the lord helps those that help
Themselves
And the law says whatever you do
Is going to come right back on you
song performed by by George Harrison
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Prayer
I ASK good things that I detest,
With speeches fair;
Heed not, I pray Thee, Lord, my breast,
But hear my prayer.
I say ill things I would not say -
Things unaware:
Regard my breast, Lord, in Thy day,
And not my prayer.
My heart is evil in Thy sight:
My good thoughts flee:
O Lord, I cannot wish aright -
Wish Thou for me.
O bend my words and acts to Thee,
However ill,
That I, whate'er I say or be,
May serve Thee still.
O let my thoughts abide in Thee
Lest I should fall:
Show me Thyself in all I see,
Thou Lord of all.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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