Always Begging For More
at a certain point
there is a crisis be it
in your career
or marriage or friendship
or about
another love that constantly
keeps on meeting
you in the
street
like a beggar
or you can be that beggar
always asking
for what is not given
a mess
really
the unfulfilled self
keeps you running
people think that you are such
an active and never exhausted
genius
it is the crisis that keeps
you moving
the storms that push the boat
farther
leading to strange lands, meeting
you with strange people
it is not over the oceans expand
sunless days
it is not within your power
to stop the journey
even if you do not do anything
keeping your hands on the side
of every moment, gazing and
blankly accepting what is given
it is hard, it is real, it is
you, it is this world
the unfulfilled self keeps you running
and always you are begging for more.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Runaway Genius
Running & running, of course i know where I'm going, I'm a genius.
Running & running faster now, my family is coming, yelling, & screaming. I know why, I'm a genius.
Running & running faster than before, here comes my friends with bats & sticks. I know why they're coming, I'm a genius.
Running & Running as fast as I can, here comes more people with pots & pans. I know why they're chasing me, I'm a genius.
Eventually, I tire out & begin to jog.
But as soon as I stop here comes the mob. I was about to resume running but then I turned around. The mob was in silence, then I ask a very simple but complex question, 'What is the meaning os life? ' I know of course, I'm a genius.
poem by Tevin Ellis
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Running Dream
Running, and running.
Its like I cant stop,
like Im running from something.
Maybe my past.
Could my past really be the cause,
of all my running?
Who knows.
Running, and running.
When I run,
its like I cant stop.
Why do I run so much?
Running, and running.
I run for fun.
For me.
I run for those who cant run.
Those who are physically injured.
Thats why I run.
I want everyone to run.
Running, and Running.
Running to me,
is a unfulfilled dream.
Something I call,
The Running Dream!
poem by Kenna Dake
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Hostage Crisis
Who is a hostage
What is the crisis
Who is there
To solve this.
I am here
In this world
And I am in crisis
It is your world
It is you
Who solve my crisis.
The crisis of
Identification
The crisis of
Beautification
The crisis of
Unification
The crisis of
Liberation.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Running To Paradise
As I came over Windy Gap
They threw a halfpenny into my cap.
For I am running to paradise;
And all that I need do is to wish
And somebody puts his hand in the dish
To throw me a bit of salted fish:
And there the king is but as the beggar.
My brother Mourteen is worn out
With skelping his big brawling lout,
And I am running to paradise;
A poor life, do what he can,
And though he keep a dog and a gun,
A serving-maid and a serving-man:
And there the king is but as the beggar.
Poor men have grown to be rich men,
And rich men grown to be poor again,
And I am running to paradise;
And many a darling wit's grown dull
That tossed a bare heel when at school,
Now it has filled a old sock full:
And there the king is but as the beggar.
The wind is old and still at play
While I must hurty upon my way.
For I am running to paradise;
Yet never have I lit on a friend
To take my fancy like the wind
That nobody can buy or bind:
And there the king is but as the beggar.
poem by William Butler Yeats
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Life is short, running like the wind (Song)
God Created, Given as a life.
Touching the people, leaving the people
Moving from place to place
Life is short, running like the wind.
Flowing through the valleys, touching the water
Flowing through the mountains, touching the cliffs
Flowing through the deserts,
Flowing on the oceans and
Running around the earth.
Life is short, running like the wind.
Touching the people, spinning the lives
Touching the old and touching the young
Touching the women and touching the men
Flowing on the ground and playing with the kids.
Life is short, running like the wind.
Running through the villages,
Gushing through the towns,
Swirling in the deserts,
Storming on the oceans,
Touching the earth and calming down.
Life is short, running like the wind.
Touching the flowers, spreading the fragrance
Flowing in the sky and flying the kites
Speeding in the places and spinning the windmills
Running on the rivers and pushing the boats
Life is short, running like the wind.
Days are in and nights are out
Seasons are spinning, time is running
Teja is playing, music sheet is ending
Life is short, running like the wind.
Eyes are closing, dreams are flowing
Going into sleep and day is moving
Life is short, running like the wind.
-o-
poem by Bhavani Polimetla
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Beggar is close to God
Begging for something is a cut
That is made at the root of your ego.
Begging for food is the deepest cut.
A monk goes begging for food,
Where he feels pride, not humiliation.
A beggar knocks the door for food,
Cursing his fate, tasting the humiliation.
Ego is active in monk, dead in beggar.
Who will get quick salvation?
04.11.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Traffic Jam
Which side do you choose?
To the left, or to the right
Don't say you're still in your place
We should solve this problem
Or stuck in this bloody road
Do you think I want surrender?
Or you plea me for forgiveness
Don't underestimate me
Because I still have the power to control
Where are you going?
Should I step first,
Or you gonna move forward
We are facing each other like mirror
And second later it will be shattered
I can escape from you
But I need to surpass and see if I could
So let's break the ice and fight
Which side do you want to move?
We are two stubborn people
I live in my world, you live in your world
Our meeting is an irony
Go get out from my way
Or should I push you from this game
We running out the time in this passageway
Where are you going to choose?
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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An each passing day
Each of passing day brings very good message
I am running life smoothly and able to manage
Nothing happens to add any woe to my journey
Family and friends always stand by and ready to accompany
As we have closely observed the ups and down
Little set back doen’t make us weary or frown
We take it as challenge and treat as such
It doe not make us upset very much
Every moments we die only to survive for another
It is golden moment to provide us the breather
We think of it as passing of crucial phase
We still live amidst crisis but with definite ease
Constant fear could have worn us out
It might have resulted into our complete rout
We would not have been in position to speak about
Thank God about the position that has made us stout
I would love thousands of such life in times to come
I shall pray for it and always welcome
It has taught me to overcome siginificant crisis
I would never love to make more emphasis
I shall sail through with bare minimum
I shall never long for any maximum
The contentment of less may be my ideal
The life may come out of it as very real
It has taken years for river to make its way
It had to take many miles to push it away
The destination is reached but in difficult position
The safety or success was never a question
The end is supposed to be ultimate point
How many cross ways to make it beautiful joint?
The natural flow can be seen with bautiful eyes
Who thinks about painful journey and for why?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I find it inconceivable that we're meeting for five and a half days, and there isn't one moment on the agenda to deal with the greatest crisis we've ever had in the church since 1789.
quote by Roger Mahony
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The Real Thing
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
La love
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
She is waiting
In the office
For the bell to go
She is thinking
Of their meeting
Just a month ago
Now shes running
Through the people
Everyone so slow
Now he holds her
And he loves her
He tells her so and
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
La love
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
By the nightfall
They have driven
From the world they know
Shes so happy
Theyre together
And their love will grow
And when you feel your chance has come
Whos going to throw it all away
And if theres someone left behind
You have to say that
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
La love
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
La love
La la la
Love is the real thing
You know
Love is the real thing
La la la la
song performed by by Human League
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It is popular to call it a crisis of the Western world. It is in fact a crisis of the whole world. Communism, which claims to be a solution of the crisis, is itself a symptom and an irritant of the crisis.
quote by Whittaker Chambers
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Street Of Lagos
This is street of Lagos
one of the greatest city in
Africa.In the street layed
the crowd of the country
it is known as a meeting
place for all ethnic.
This is Lagos.
This is lagos in the street
sit the beggar, beging for arms
the noise in the streets can
rise the dead from the grave.
Fights at the end of the street
day by day, as the leaves
fall from the tree day by
day, that is how people fall
down in the street.
This is Lagos.
This is Lagos, the traders
advertise their products
with sweet voices.
Trucks in streets, go
Slow is the order of the
day.At the order side of
the street stands the
policemen extorting
Money from the buses
drivers.
This is Lagos.
poem by Enyinwa Okechukwu Enyinwa
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The Beggar
The thought of great social solitude,
The sight of everyone having an attitude,
Being the neglected in the maltittude,
The pity viewed in verisimilitude,
The life of a beggar
His clothes torn and stomarch empty,
Always dancing to their tune,
Exploited and greatly tortured,
His presence mean nothing to them,
Their presence mean everything to him
He walks door to door for livelihood,
They dont walk to him to give life,
He is seeking life everyday,
Yet life does not seek him even one day
The beggar with rolling tears
Life like that of a beggar,
Love like that of a life,
Begging for the conditional love,
Do I have to beg your love?
Like the beggar beg for life,
My determinism flashes through,
Im breaking the steel bars my love,
Loosening the metalic chains off,
Love is love, not to be begged for,
Love is love, not to use each other,
Love is love, no need for persuation,
For so long it is love,
I will never be begging anymore,
Such love will be deceit,
Such truth will be fake,
And such commitment will be futile
Such a lover will be like a beggar,
Such a beloved will be like a lifegiver,
And such their love will be a shame
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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You Can't Stop Me
Someone who's coming out to see the light of our destination
A maniac neurotic fool who wants to jump off the eye
How can you know that I'm the one who lives no matter of occasion
Another road another try
Where's the difference tell me why
You can't stop me
To love the world with all it's lies
Keep it to myself
Keep it to myself
You can't stop me
I'm close enough to kiss the sky
Keep it to myself again again
Why you coming out to see the road of less destination
I won't look back for the shadows that fall off to me
We're trapped in a song so we'll lead them to hell or our salvation
Another you another me
Where's the difference telling me
You can't stop me
To love the world with all it's lies
Keep it to myself
Keep it to myself
You can't stop me
I'm close enough to kiss the sky
Keep it to myself again again
I'm just another broken up
Mess them up
Running to the eye (eye)
Running to myself
Broken up
Mess them up
Running to the cosmic ways
Running to myself
(2x)
You can't stop me
To love the world with all it's lies
Keep it to myself
Keep it to myself
Won't you stop me
I'm close enough to kiss the sky
Keep it to myself again again
again again
I'm just another broken up
Mess them up
Running to the cosmic ways
song performed by by Guano Apes
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Running For Cover
Spent the best of my life running scared
In the city
Left my shoes and my clothes and
My lovers behind, yeah
Oh but I felt incomplete
Living out there in the street
I was always alone and afraid
Such a pity
Little girls just dont know what comes
Out after dark
But the devil wasnt in here
Down on that dead end street
And I say
Running for cover
Running for cover
Running for cover
Its take keeping me running
Im just scared that hes out tonight
Its keeping me running
I dont know why, but its getting dark
Say the devils in the park
And its already after dark
Running for cover
Running for cover
Running for cover, now
Life is really so hard when you live in the city
No one know what a young girl
Has on her mind, yeah
But youre headed for defect
Down on that dead end street
Never learned of the lesson
You should, such a pity
Still and all youll stay away
The others behind
And the promise in the dark
Is that the devils in the park
And I say
Running for cover
Running for cover
Running for cover
Its take keeping me running
Im just scared that hes out tonight
Its keeping me running
I dont know why, but its getting dark
Say the devils in the park
And its already after dark
Running for cover
Running for cover
Running for cover
Spent the best of my life running scared
In the city
Left my shoes and my clothes and
My lovers behind, yeah
Oh but I felt incomplete
Living out there in the street
Running for cover
Running for cover
Running for cover
Its take keeping me running
Im just scared that hes out tonight
Its keeping me running
I dont know why, but its getting dark
Say the devils in the park
And its already after dark
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Never stop running!
never stop running
never stop moving forward
even if your friends leave you
helpless and alone
even if you have no place
you can call home
never stop running
your race to success
or wherever you are going
because your race
makes you shine
and keeps you glowing
never stop running
never stop moving forward
even when you suffer a loss
leaving you crying sad
even when you make a mistake
leaving you insanely mad
never stop running
your race to satisfaction
or wherever you may venture
because your race
is a triumphant adventure
that keeps you glowing
never stop running
never stop moving forward
even when you lose your energy
leaving you so very tired
even when you lose your will
to keep running the course
NEVER stop running!
your race to the finish
your race to completion
because your race
is what keeps you going
your race keeps you glowing
poem by Allen Steble
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Ashes For Justice!
when i die,
you can burn
this body,
and take the ashes
to the street
down in front of
the housing projects,
where people live
day to day,
moment to moment,
just trying to survive...
or you can take them
to the countries ravaged
by starvation,
and pour them out
on the side of the road
where families are dying...
or you can take them
to any street corner
in the world, where young
boys and girls are sold like meat,
and take your hands
and rub them on their ashen faces...
or you can take them
to Washington, DC,
to where the Congress
is meeting, and pour them
on the floor, each tiny flake
of ash screaming out for justice!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Am I running from myself?
Am I running from myself?
Am I?
Who can tell me whom am I running from?
Is it me who is a villain of my own self?
Or is it a man in the mirror
Am I running from?
A man who is like me
But has no feelings
Who am I running from?
Knowing one or the other day
I have to face the reality
Whom am I running from?
Whom am I running from?
But I am not cheating myself
Am I?
No I’m not
Then why is it
Am I running from myself?
Who can tell me who am I running from?
Does anybody have answer for that?
Whom am I running from?
No! No! No!
Got to solve this puzzle of caves myself
As I have to face the reality one day
Nobody can answer my questions
Then I myself
Have to keep on moving
Solving my problems myself
As to why am I running from myself?
Why am I running from myself?
Know they would talk about it
Day in day out
Who cares!
I have to stop myself
Myself today or tomorrow
Have to get back on track
Coz that is the way I have to be
Have to curb my ways
I know I have to explain myself a lot
Why Am I running from myself?
But I have to curb myself
Why Am I running from myself?
Why Am I running from myself?
By Farukh
poem by Farooq Hussain
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Running From Yourself
As people say you can run but you damn sure can’t hide, if you are running from yourself....
Your problems and who you are STOP where you stand you have nowhere to go.
There is no rock to hide under, no hills to climb into; the answer should be very clear once you stop and search within.
Running from yourself only brings you pain as it clouds the mind and shakes up the brain.
Who are you?
Where shell you go?
Click your heels together for there is no place like home.
We are in a time frame where we no longer face what is wrong or fix the problem, no we will walk away so fast as our feet will allow as if it has never existed.
Running from yourself should make you tried for the end of your road is near. Soon you will have too look in the mirror, look at the person who is looking back at you and facing your fears that you have been running from for so many years.
We as people assume that it’s hard then what it really is. The question you should start with is.
do you love yourself? Why are you running?
Running from yourself only causes more problems then what it is worth, you start with placing the blame on other people then yourself, your had a hard life, your childhood was bad, your lost dreams, your children..
Your lover even the man in the moon STOP! ! Please just STOP and let it go for the bible tells us if you search you shell find; search your heart for peace of mind
poem by Kimbaline Navas
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Johnny
Johnny left Britain running
He must have seen trouble coming
He retired to Greece
Had a few good years, pushed the boat out and searched for the golden fleece
He enjoyed those years which were good
No rowdyness or violence
Good food and evening s of silence
Simple times, no Euro or dept crisis
Now he’s at peace...with no death crisis.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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