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In dwelling, live close to the ground.
In thinking, keep to the simple.
In conflict, be fair and generous.
In governing, don't try to control.
In work, do what you enjoy.
In family life, be completely present.

Stop admitting that you
fathered a child out of
wedlock.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In dwelling, live close to the ground. In thinking, keep to the simple. In conflict, be fair and generous. In governing, don't try to control. In work, do what you enjoy. In family life, be completely present.

quote by Laozi
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Reflection of Life

Life is not about making money,
Life is not about acquiring power,
Life is not about gaining recognition or wealth.

Life is definitely not about work!
Work is only necessary to keep us living
so as to enjoy the beauty and pleasures of life.

Life is a balance of Work, Family and Personal time.
You decide how you want to balance your Life.
Define your priorities, realize what you are able to compromise but
always let some of your decisions be based on your instincts.

Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of Life,
the whole aim of human existence.

So, take it easy, do what you want to do
and appreciate nature.

Life is fragile, Life is short.
Do not take Life for granted.
Live a balanced lifestyle and enjoy Life.

poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Cant Stop Thinking About You

Cant stop thinking about you
Cant stop thinking about you
Its no good living without you
I cant stop thinking about you
Cant stop thinking about you
Cant stop thinking about you
And its no good living without you
I cant stop thinking about you
When the night-time comes around
Daylight has left me, i
I cant take it if I dont see you no more
I cant help it, I need your loving so much more
And I cant stop thinking about you
Cant stop thinking about you
And its no good living without you
I cant stop thinking about
I cant stop thinking about
I cant stop thinking about you, ooh
Cant stop thinking about
Cant stop thinking about
Cant stop thinking about you
When the morning comes around
And the daylight gets to me, i
I cant take it if I dont see you no more
I cant help it, I need your loving so much more
And I cant stop thinking about you, oh yeah
I cant stop thinking about you
And its no good living without you
I cant stop thinking about
I cant stop thinking about
I cant stop thinking about you
I cant stop thinking about
Cant stop thinking about
Cant stop thinking about you
(repeat and fade:)
I cant stop thinking about
I cant stop thinking about
I cant stop thinking about you

song performed by by George Harrison
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Just In Love

Love is a rose that grows in the desert. While the scrounging sun burns the ground the rose is unalert, for love is like an impenetrable force that no one can destroy, because love is something that everyone can enjoy. Rather its love in a family, love for a spouse, or of love for a friend, love is something that is never for offend. When love comes to you things are as simple as can be, but over time, hard times, can come and make it seem like a catastrophe. But love is not something meant for misuse but it can be used in ways that are of abuse. For things are as not as that seem for when it comes to love some feelings are supreme, and other feelings make you scream. Some days love is simple, other days its confusing as hell, few days its remorseful, and everyday its joyful as heavenly bells. Love is a process not an acute piece of work, for as its a work of art it ends in a simple smirk. Love takes time never something you should rush, for if you do it can start as something beautiful, but end in a terrible crush. Love is something everyone learns from, never something to forget, for as life is given, kept, and taken, away everyday there more to learn about love just yet.

poem by Augustus Gatlin
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Cant Help Thinking About Me

Question-time that says I brought dishonour
My heads bowed in shame
It seems that Ive blackened the family name
Mother says that she cant stand the neighbours talking
Ive gotta pack my bags, leave this home, start walking, yeah
Im guilty
I wish that I was sorry this time
I wish that I could pay for my crime
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
Remember when we used to go to church on sundays
I lay awake at night, terrified of school on mondays
Oh, but its too late now
I wish I was a child again
I wish I felt secure again
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
As I pass a recreation ground
I remember my friends, always been found and I cant
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
Now I leave them all in the never never land
The station seems so cold the tickets in my hand
My girl calls my name hi dave
Drop in, see around, come back
If youre this way again
Oh, Im on my own
Ive got a long way to go
I hope I make it on my own
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me
I cant help thinking about me

song performed by by David Bowie
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With green ground

I sat in corner almost feeling lonely
Even though the evening was pleasant and lovely
The Sun was about to set and sky was turning red
The Sun was loosing shine and I was feeling sad

Life had seen almost all colors
Right from childhood dreamer
To all events that led to marriage
And from that after to present age

I t was simple journey to be taken along
Wife was with me for right or wrong
How could it be possible without her participation?
I was weighing her contribution with invaluable relation

The birth of first child was like angel's arrival
We almost forgot everything including the struggle
We were in tight rope to meet both the ends
Yet his inclusion in family changed our trend

The birth of second child almost finished our crusade
Now it was time to adopt strict family control and forbade
Any more attempt to include new members in the family
We were now a complete family and lead it happily

What a lovely show to become horse and crawl?
The grand children are refusing to make me any withdrawn
They are on my back and beating with sticks
With their smooth skin legs and hitting kicks

I must be feeling nice in the last leg of journey
To leave behind everything and offer prayers to almighty
Have I to leave behind everything?
This has made me to feel bad in the evening

I see beautiful garden with its full blossom
How these children make noise and roam in the room?
I see it with my happy eyes and wonder heaven
What else one should expect when some people are not offered it even

The sun may set and night may creep in
What else can be before eyes and seen?
I pray Him for taking me along full round
The earth is same yet it is covered with green ground

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Past, Present, Future

i lived in the past for so long
that the present was always unknown.

now i always look ahead at all the possibilities
and there is so much, that i now see.

a shimmer of light at the end of the tunnel
and my thoughts being poured through a funnel.

the past is the past, and that's where it will stay
and in the present, we have to find a better way.
for the present will soon be our past
and if we don't do something, it will not last.

we must always look to the future
for it is only twenty four hours away
then it will be our past
and we have so much to do and say.

when i look at life, i truely have to laugh
today is our future and tomorrow it'll be our past.

now that i have you confused as to what i am
trying to say.
i guess i will try' to put it a better way'.

we all tend to procrastinate
always leaving it for tomorrow.
but! what if you don't see tomorrow.
and today you did'nt accomplish that task
how will you be remembered
if the present you left for last.

when we leave this material world
and our souls soar up in the sky
we will still have our memories
and that we can rely.

for when we get up there(if we do)
your soul will have carried all that you did
in this life
and the memories of friends, family
husband, or wife.

now when you look down on all that you had did
and asking yourself the question.
did i use my time, the way it was
meant to be?
or did i procrastinate, that others now speak of me?

we all have to work in order to survive.
but we must stop on occasion to smell the flowers.
and to enjoy all that we was given
otherwise how can you call this living.

(my thoughts: the words and stories were given to me.
so that i could write them down, for al the world to see.)
this is my philosophy.

poem by Louis Rams
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If Only They Knew

When you look at me,
What do you see?
An innocent child,
Who barely speaks,
A person with money,
Who carelessly spends,
Someone who has everything and more,
Some see me as spoiled,
Some think I have the perfect life,
If only they knew,
What I was really about,
That I wanted to leave this cold world I entered so long ago,
Why can’t it go back to the way it was?
Back then it was different,
I did have the perfect life,
My mom, my dad, my sisters,
Everything I needed
Not a huge house or new cars,
But a close, happy family,
I was glad just to be part of it,
I thought of myself as lucky,
Sure, I would of loved to have those things,
But not for me,
For my family,
So they can be happy,
So they can live in luxury,
But no,
My family was condemned
To doctors,
Hospitals,
What I didn’t know was my mom was slowly dying,
I hated it
She couldn’t work,
She could only do so much,
The pain she endured,
I can only imagine,
Slowly our family was ripped apart at the seems
I no longer cared,
About anything
The evil they call cancer will never be taken back

poem by Alexis R.
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I Want You To

I want to stop talking to you
Just like you stop talking to me

I want to stop seeing you
Just like you stop seeing me

I want to stop thinking of you
Just like you seemed to stop thinking about me

I want to be strong enough to live
My life without you being apart of it

But what I really want is for you
To miss me like I missed you

And I want you to love me
And feel the pain you put me through

Every minute that I ever loved you
That you didn't love me

poem by Beth Ann
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There's No To-Morrow

Two long had Lov'd, and now the Nymph desir'd,
The Cloak of Wedlock, as the Case requir'd;
Urg'd that, the Day he wrought her to this Sorrow,
He Vow'd, that he wou'd marry her To-Morrow.
Agen he Swears, to shun the present Storm,
That he, To-Morrow, will that Vow perform.
The Morrows in their due Successions came;
Impatient still on Each, the pregnant Dame
Urg'd him to keep his Word, and still he swore the same.
When tir'd at length, and meaning no Redress,
But yet the Lye not caring to confess,
He for his Oath this Salvo chose to borrow,
That he was Free, since there was no To-Morrow;
For when it comes in Place to be employ'd,
'Tis then To-Day; To-Morrow's ne'er enjoy'd.

The Tale's a Jest, the Moral is a Truth;
To-Morrow and To-Morrow, cheat our Youth:
In riper Age, To-Morrow still we cry,
Not thinking, that the present Day we Dye;
Unpractis'd all the Good we had Design'd;
There's No To-Morrow to a Willing Mind.

poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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0168Letter to a Troubled Youngster

you come from a family that –
well, I’ve known better and,
I’ve certainly known worse..
but all you want right now
is to get right away from them,
live your own life, make
your own mistakes.. and
half of you is looking forward to
doing just that, and
half of you’s not sure..
OK so far? I’m trying to be fair…

now here are some sketches of
what life may hold:

there’s the random, no-plan plan –
life happens; no plan, no control;

or there’s the existentialist view:
I make my own life, I’m in control,
and then I live it; that’s it,
I’m strong.

or there’s the Indian view:
that in some timeless way
which may be, how you played it
in a previous life; or right now, as outside time;
you’ve set yourself this scenario which
you’ve got another chance, now,
to improve, resolve, in order to..
live fully? be your own real self?
be happy? help the world? ..
fill this one in yourself

or there’s the view that God,
the gods, the Fates (fill this one in, too
or leave it blank for later) , anyway
Someone Up There or
Someone In Here
has – as the Stoics believed –
set your life as a series of
lessons to be learned. The right answers
that you may or may not have got right
may or may not be at the back of the book
but with a bit of luck, you’ll have a pretty clear idea
with this in mind, of how it’s going

But whichever, the great thing is –
treat all the hurdles as
challenges to overcome; even,
if you’re that strong, look forward every day
to what may happen; and when it does,
be glad, whether it seems ‘good’ or ‘bad’,
give it your full and glad acceptance, ’cos
that’s how it’s going to be, anyways..and
you may learn more that way

and have a lot of fun in the sense
of freedom, that this view will, shall, bring

and sorry if all this is trite.. it’s the best that
I can do; have sometimes done;
and no, I haven’t always followed
my own advice..

so enjoy, and good luck.. for, who knows,
it may not be just luck

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sign 'o' the Times

I am a simple man it seems
And happy I should be.
Not driven by the money train
Or chic celebrity

I wish to only live and breath
And find a house to dwell
And raise a little family
With loving wife as well

My only wants are very small
My outlook always bright
To work and earn to feed us all
To sleep so sound at night.

Be healthy and enjoy life so
To me is all it takes
But lately it's been touch and go
like someone hit the brakes.

For all around are darker foes
Who's wish it only seems
To break the hearts of simple men
And shatter all their dreams.

Men with money cheat and lie
Avoiding any sleaze
People in authority
We find so hard to please.

The law that stands to help us so
So strangely now entrenched
In battles with the 'average Joe'
no thought of common sense.

Councils snoop and use our cash
To persecute the meek
While thugs with drugs grow like a rash
Each day of every week.

Politicians lie and shout
And lose the very focus
Of what their job is all about
a mire of Hocus Pocus.

They say that money is so short
They have'nt got a bean.
Yet spend our cash on some report
It's really quite obscene

So what of I the simple man,
Who only wants to live?
And raise a little family
And has the love to give? .

Well truth be told upon my soul
A future I have none,
Like water down an unplugged hole
There's nowhere left to run..

poem by Dave James
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Enjoy

Enjoy these instants afforded you before they pass away.
If love is your password, happiness will mark your stay.
There is no better investment than time with family and friends.
There's no better feeling than the effect that your love sends.
Take time out of each day and enjoy what's important in your life.
Then dismiss time consuming, unimportant things that cause strife.
Enjoy today without worrying about what will happen tomorrow.
Present is past in a moment and time is a thing you can't borrow.
Before clock or events can ever so quickly alter your tenuous fate,
Enjoy, enjoy your wonderful, loving life; it's still not too late!

poem by Gregory Huyette
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Family Gatherings

Family Gatherings - They Bring Happiness And
Cheer.. Moments Of Precious Memorys To Hold
Within And Remember The Following Year.

Family Gatherings - Are For Those Who Live At
A Distance...To Bring That Closeiness, And
Warmth Contentment.
Family Gatherings - Have Many Smiling Faces.

Playful Children Dancing All Around... As If
An Outside Play Ground. Family Gatherings -
Brings Forth That Social Communication.
Up Dateing To Present Life Situations.

Family Gatherings - Give Us A Chance To Spend
Quality Time... Knowing One Another As Family,
For Those Who Have Forgotten In Time.

Family Gatherings - For Those Precious Moments
Being Shared - Makeing Beautiful Memorys Of
Reminessing Being Shared.

Family Gatherings... Puts Forth That Smile And
Song In Heart... Bring Us Together, Not So Far
Apart.
Family Gatherings...

poem by Laura Eggebrecht
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Can't Stop Loving You

I watch the leaves falling to the ground
I'm walking up and down
The streets of my hometown
You're here with me like it used to be
I look around and then I'm on my own again
Can't stop loving you
Can't stop wanting you
Can't stop now that you
Made me part of you
I've heard some people say
I'm dreaming my life away
But what else can I do
Can't stop loving you
Your face I see in my memory
I close my eyes and then
I start to live again
You're holding me like it used to be
I open my eyes and then
I'm on my own again
Can't stop loving you
Can't stop wanting you
Can't stop now that you
Made me part of you
I've heard some people say
I'm dreaming my life away
But what else can I do
Can't stop loving you
Can't stop loving you
Can't stop wanting you
Can't stop feeling blue
Can't stop loving you
I can't stop loving you
Oh I can't I can't I can't.......

song performed by by Tom Jones
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What Is Family?

A family is love
That puts itself above
Everything else in this world.

A family is trust
That's fair and just
In its treatment of each other.

A family is pride
And will never hide
Its feelings for one another.

A family is dear
And won't disappear
When things are getting tough.

A family is hope
That learns to cope
With all that comes their way.

A family is sound
With their feet on the ground
On every brand new day.

A family is kind
And will always find
The time to be together.

A family is wise
And treasures its ties
For always and forever.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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No Self Control

Got to get some food
Im so hungry all the time
I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop
Got to get some sleep
Im so nervous in the night
I dont know how to stop
No, I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop
Got to pick up the phone
I will call any number
I will talk to anyone
I know Im gone too far
Much too far I gone this time
And I dont want to think what Ive done
I dont know how to stop
No, I dont know how to stop
There are always hidden silences
Waiting behind the chair
They come out when the coast is clear
They eat anything that moves
I go shaky at the knees
Lights go out, stars come down
Like a swarm of bees
No self-control
No self-control
No self-control
No self-control
No self-control
No self-control
No self-control
You know I hate to hurt you
I hate to see your pain
But I dont know how to stop
No, I dont know how to stop
Street after street
Night after night
I walk on through the rain
I walk on through the rain
I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop
No, I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop
I dont know how to stop

song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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The Broken Road of My Life

I am sitting here,
watching my life go by me.
Faces pass, people come and go.
My life is going down a completely different road.
Down the broken road.
My life has completely fallen apart.
There is no stopping it.
I try to pick up the pieces again and again,
but nothing seems to work.
There is nothing left of my heart.
I don't feel love.
I don't feel happiness.
I feel nothing.
There is no reason for me
to continue to live.
I have nothing more to live for.
Why must people break me down inside,
right to the very core?
I don't feel pain.
I don't feel misery.
I don't feel anything.
Even if people say it will be alright
still I hear myself say,
'I want to end my life! '
But now it is too late to turn back.
I can't stop going down the broken road.
My life means nothing,
it just seems to go zooming by
while my body is left behind.
This is the broken road of my life!

poem by Jaana Coon
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0182 Parents (2)

OK, you don’t have to believe this;
but it’s worth thinking about.

Here’s the theory – it’s as beautifully
simple, and as subtle in its implications,
as any mathematician would enjoy:

In the succession of our lives,
leading by so many, many rebirths
to our perfection, each life
is shaped by our actions
in the previous life

and, deep, deep in our soul -
which wants only the best for us,
while we live through what’s laid down
by our past – some sublime reasoning
sets up the handicaps which we must
transcend in our next life; that is, this one

rather as if a jockey or a show-jumper
sets up the hedges, fences, walls, and water-jumps
for themself, so that they themself
may test themself to ride a greater course,
maybe a perfect round..

I’ll cut the moral, here. It’s all
beyond acceptance, and personal forgiveness, though
that’s a start; just a lifetime of
opportunities to ‘make something of yourself’
knowing in your heart that ultimately -
that is, right now -
it’s for the good

so, for a nice friendly family start:
you yourself chose your parents..

OK, you don’t have to believe this;
but it’s worth thinking about?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Declaration Of Life

Declaration of life
Is a written paper
That I keep in the drawers of my desk
It is a declaration of life that is truly an amazing gift
Sign, sealed, and delivered by God
At the time I was born
And at the time I had entered his world
I had grown and seen all his world
Today I am a believer
I am the one who is falling into God's footsteps
And God is life
This day was made for me
Bring it on I will
I will look on your side of the world
Because there are places
Which are brighter
Filled with thy love and peace
God tells me I will take care of you
Many years to come
Declaration of life
Live my child
Live well my child
Enjoy it my child
Drink my child
Eat my child
Sleep well at night my child
And don't forget about me my child
Child I am the one who signed the declaration of life
In your heart, mind, and soul I live
Child take time to consider grace
God the landscape grows green with your love
Eternity isn't something we wait for-it's what we breathe
God

poem by Aldo Kraas
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