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The Secret Visit Of The Old Self...

i cannot leave
the point of my origin
the place and person
that you want me
to erase like a bad
memory of my
youth

i compromise leaving it
and think of another
the one that you always
speak about

days, years, until i have
seen my white hair
and felt the tiredness of
my arms

but i shall return to it
again
for it is my home
i should have told you
that without it
and without you knowing it
i could not be here
with you

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Return To Youth

Oh to be able to return to my youth
where everything was so new,
never a trouble to think about,
never a trouble to brew.

But youth is gone so quick, so fast.
It cannot last you know.
Only the memory of it can stay.
The memory won't let go.

I remember the tastes, the smells, the sights
as if it were yesterday.
They are most precious and dear to me
as now my hair turns gray.

Please let my brain keep pace with me.
Don't ever let it leave.
For I will lose my youth to the past,
never again to receive

the feeling that comes to only the young.
Oh please let me recall
all of those days that belong to me
from when I was so small.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Being Dead

They came to her to tell her that she was dead-
passed away in her sleep.

But, ' she retorted, this must be a dream

and cannot be so-
I'm not dead-perhaps still asleep.'

'No', they said, 'dead and nothing to be done;
acceptance not denial is what is requiews here.'

She felt her arms and said 'See I am alive, still here.'

'Illusion.' they said The dead always try to keep the illusion of life
because that is all they know

life is gone from you now, the book is closed.

'This is absurd; ' she said 'let me out of here.
I am alive, not dead and gone'

'There is nothing to stop you leaving they said, ' he said 'you can always leave life you understand is but a tree with death as it final branch.

She got up and walked to what looked like a door paused opening it gingerly blinded by a briight white, so she shut it again turning to face again to her interlocutors.

'What is going on where am I? ' she said.

They ignored her whispering among themselves finally facing her, one of them saying;

'We can give special dispensation and perhaps...'

She interrupted him, 'Special dispensation, what is that? '

'Well' he said 'you can go, leave here if you like, but only for three days and if…'

If, if what.' she said.

'in those two days you can walk among the living but they will not be able to see or hear you
and if you can some how communicate with them,
make your self feel alive to them
and they want you to come back,
then you can perhaps go back, go back among the living,

That will be permanent until you die again,
understanding, of course, that in time
we all die.'

Convince them? How can I do that if they cannot hear or see me?

'Well you can go among them, ' one of them explained
'and even though they will not be able to hear or see you,
your spirit will be present and that will be the trigger among them
signaling their desire for your return,
then that might make your return possible.'

'Not see or hear me, ' she said 'but how then will I be able to convince them I am alive? This makes no sense.'

'Oh yes it does. You have to get them to conjure you in their memory, wish you were still alive, remember you fondly,
wish you were still with them after all this time.'

'All this time? ', she said.

How long have I been dead? '

'Well now they said 'it has been over five years now.'

'Five years! ' she said incredulously.

'Yes five years.' he said.

'I know people forget, even loved ones can forget
you after five years, and they go on with their lives.'

'Yes, our point exactly, ' he said, 'then you are not only dead but not remembered, and being not remembered is true death'

Do you want to go, go back
understanding that if you fail,
your death will then be death true final test? '

She paused thinking how hurtful it would be
if she could not get anyone to conjure her memory..

'What happens' she said 'if I succeed and some one remembers me and wants me back? '

'That is the point someone can remember you yourself may not want to come back. That part is important.'

'And, ' he said 'you may not want to go back. If you do go back there might be loved ones who have moved on with their lives.'
.

'What about my husband, has he moved on? ' she said?

They did not answer.

'We can tell you nothing. These things you will have to find out for yourself.

Some, ' he said 'find out and want to come back here. Each is different-take your time.
She stood thinking about what to do.

To be continued

poem by Lonnie Hicks
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My Heart is Broken

Does anyone know that my heart is broken?
Perhaps no one really knows because of the laughter I show when I'm with them,
Nobody knows that my heart is hurting because of that person.
Those days in love it was the laughter that made me happy,
Waking up in the morning next to the person that I loved,
It was everything that I could wished for,
But the laughter faded when the person said it was over.

Years have passed by but the memories are still here,
And I don't think I could ever erase the person from my mind,
Those wonderful memories from my heart.
My heart is bleeding from the sad memories that were once happy,
I can laugh and laugh,
I can lie to myself and my friends,
But the tears from the laughter are the tears from the heartbreak.

Sometimes in the nights I hear myself laughing,
The laughter that echoes through the nights,
Through the lonely dark room,
I sometimes realize that not all of the echoing sounds are laughter,
But they are the tears and sadness coming from my heart.
How can I erase anything when the person's love was so beautiful?
How can I erase that person from my memory,
When I still love that person so much

poem by Heather Noble
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Good Old Days

Oh some times I think back to when I was younger
Life was so much simpler then
Dad would be up at dawn
Hed be watering the lawn
Or maybe going fishing again
Oh and mom would be fixing up something in the kitchen
Fresh biscuits or hot apple pie
And Id spend all day long in the basement
Torturing rats with a hack-saw
And pulling the wings off of flies
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
I can still remember good old mr. fender
Who ran the corner grocery store
Oh, hed strolled down the aisle with a big friendly smile
And hed say howdy when you walked in the door
Always treated me nice, gave me kindly advice
I dont know why I set fire to his place
Oh Ill never forget the day I bashed in his head
Well you shouldve seen the look on his face
Let me tell ya now
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
Do you remember sweet michelle
She was my high school romance
She was fun to talk to and nice to smell
So I took her to the homecoming dance
Then I tied her to a chair and I shaved off all her hair
And I left her in the desert all alone
Well sometimes in my dreams
I can still hear the screams
Oh I wonder if she ever made it home
I tell ya
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
Let me tell ya buddy
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days

song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Y2K01

Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
Y2K01 Y2K01 Y2K01
We'll come back to you
And you will see
We'll burn all the bridges we have crossed
We'll make a new start
A ride to the stars
Y2K01 Y2K01 Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
X-P is the family
The rhythm and groove and melody
The music made for the next decade
Just follow us 'cause we can't wait
Y2K01 Y2K01 Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
Y2K01
The year of our return into the light
We gonna leave the bad days far behind
Come with me and you will see
The future is our place to be
Come with me and you will see
Come with me and you will see

song performed by by X-Perience
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Y2K01

song performed by by X-Perience
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The Tiredness Of Old Age Is A Terrible Tiredness

THE TIREDNESS OF OLD AGE IS A TERRIBLE TIREDNESS

The tiredness of old age is a terrible tiredness-
It is a tiredness which knows it will die if it cannot sleep.

It is just so so weary and weak
‘Willpower' says nothing to it.

The tiredness of old age is a terrible tiredness
Which does not have the strength
Not to give in to itself-

It is a tiredness of no resistance
And incredible impatience
To just lie down forever-

It will give anything to be out of feeling itself
It will give its life gladly just to stop feeling the way it does.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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2.03 Childhood - Youth - Old Age

The three around the fire sitting,
Gossiping of Life and its doings,
Reached a point thought provoking,
Of their journey and life prevailing. [1]

CHILDHOOD:
“Please do not leave me at this time,
Youth, do take me in your prime,
For I an entertainment will but be,
With playful antics in life’s journey.” [2]

YOUTH:
“No! You can not accompany me,
As struggles exist in my journey,
Your playfulantics will but not be,
In my stride of any necessity.” [3]

When on Youth tiredness grows,
Childhood memories do then glow,
But Old Age with its aged face,
Now stares at Youth in this race. [4]

OLDAGE
“Of no use it be to remember him,
You move ahead now in this game,
Childhood once gone never returns,
Forget Childhood - Love me in turn. [5]

Struggling ahead as you had moved,
Your tiredness now I shall remove,
Come on my lap relaxingly do lie,
And sleep with my pleasant lullabies.” [6]

Thinking of Childhood - its payful taps,
The Youth now lies in Oldage’s lap,
Who caressing with weak trembling hands,
Sings cradle songs of eternal sleep grand. [7]

poem by Munnan Misra
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A Home (revised)

no matter what there is
always a place called home
at least you finally decide
to call it that way,
you have been away from
this home
for many years

those were the years of the
struggle of
what you are and what they think you are
which is the place
and this is not where
you want to die
you want to live somewhere else
though you do not really know
where
but it has always been a dream
of somewhere
a house by the river
a place where hills grow into
mountains
your hair turns white
and ankles ache and names become
hazy and places become
smoky
you stop, right here, you declare
this is home
this moment when you do not
give yourself the right to choose anymore
it is here
right here
you place yourself like a backpack
and mark a spot with
your bamboo cane
and then
you claim the right to be here
your home
yourself.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Home

no matter what there is
always a place called home
at least you finally decide
to call it that way,
you have been away from
this home
for many years

those were the years of the
struggle of
what you are and what they think you are
which is the place
and this is not where
you want to die
you want to live somewhere else
though you do not really know
where
but it has always been a dream
of somewhere
a house by the river
a place where hills grown into
mountains
your hair turns white
and ankles ache and names become
haze and places become
smoky
you stop, right here, you declare
this is home
this moment when you do not
give yourself the right to choose anymore
it is here
right here
you place yourself like a backpack
and mark a spot with
your bamboo cane
and then
you claim the right to be here
your home
yourself.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Never Can Forget That Memory

Deep in the darkest
Part of my head
There is a memory
Of how I saw you dead
It sits there
Alone
In the shadows of depth
A memory of you
That I have kept
It wants to come out
Of this dark scary place
But it is a memory
I could never erase
It sits there
Alone through day and night
listening to everything
I hear
And say
I want it to leave
And never come back
To leave me alone
The feeling if sadness
To go away
So that I can
Once again
See
The light of day

poem by Broken Hearts
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Leaving

Words and music emily saliers
Jet fuel and traffic lines
Pulling up to the delta signs
Distant shape of my hometown
Black stain where the wheels touch down
I pick up the morning news
I pass the man whos never shined my shoes
Through security and to the train
That will take me to the airplane
Count the miles on the highway
(count the miles on the highway)
The sum of all my days
(the sum of all my days)
Theres a postcard theres a call
(theres a call)
And theres a picture for your bedroom wall
(bedroom wall)
But do you ever wonder through and through
Whos that person standing next to you
(whos that person standing next to you)
And after all the nights apart
Is there a home for a travelling heart
But if I werent leaving you
(if I werent leaving, if I werent leaving you)
I dont know what I would do
(I would do)
But the more I go the less I know
Will the fire still burn on my return
Keep the path lit on the only road I know
Honey all I know to do is go
A cup of coffee and my bags are packed
(coffee and my bags are packed)
The same vow not to look back
(same vow not to look back)
(if I werent leaving)
Familiar emptiness inside
(familiar emptiness inside)
As the distances grow wide
(if I werent leaving)
And though I vow to memorize
(I vow to memorize)
The last look in your loving eyes
(the last look in your loving eyes)
Its here dusk and there dawn
Oh its like a curtain getting slowly drawn
But if I werent leaving you
(if I werent leaving, if I werent leaving you)
I dont know what I would do
(I would do)
But the more I go the less I know
Will the fire still burn on my return
Keep the path lit on the only road I know
Honey all I know to do is go
But if I werent leaving you
(if I werent leaving, if I werent leaving you)
I dont know what I would do
(I would do)
(leaving you)
But the more I go it seems the less I know
(but the more I go the less I know)
Will the fire still burn on my return
(will the fire still burn on my return)
Keep the path lit on the only road I know
(keep the path lit on the only road I know)
Honey all I know to do is go

song performed by by Indigo Girls
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These Walls

If these walls could talk,
I wonder what what would they say
Would they thank me for being painted
Or will they ask me, to wash the paint away.
Would they tell me of the pictures
That once hung upon them their
Pictures that once adorn those walls
Or I wonder would they even care.
Would they speak upon the stories
That was heard within these walls
That no one else even knows about,
That is if the stories these walls could recall.
Was there children laughter all about
Or any secrets heard and being told
I wonder what have they listened to
And I wonder if anyone will ever know.
These walls inside this house
That for years have stood alone
With the stories that was told and heard
While this house had became a home.
The Sadness that they might had seen
And the worries and sorrow that they felt
Maybe they don't want to remember it at all
And maybe they too keep it bottled upon their self.
Were they painted to cover up secrets
Was they battered as to protect someone's lies
Or were they wallpapered to cover up the truth
And did they hear the whispers and the cries.
These walls they are still standing
Through the years of the days and nights
While listening and knowing all done and said
In the darkness and also in the light.
I look at these walls just one last time
As I head home from my walk,
How I wish I knew what they heard and know,
But that is, if these walls could only talk.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Long Time Gone

Well I been gone a long time
The time has passed us by
And I know it won't be long 'till I get home
I see your smilin' face, well I just can't erase
All those good ol' happy days when we were 'lone.
Well I'm comin' through the mountains
On my way back home
I see that snow fallin' on that good old mountain ground
And I know it won't be long, I'm in your lovin' arms
We'll live together and things 'll be better for you
a' you and me, a' can't cha see?
Woman, I been a long time gone
To be a thousand miles from home
I know I've done you wrong
And I know it won't be long,
I'm in your lovin' arms
Woman, been a long, I been a long time gone.
When I hit that mountain road
I got five miles left to go.
I smell that good old mountain air and old and pine trees
And as she stood alone with a pretty white dress on,
I felt that good old mountain air blowin' up a breeze.
Woman, I been a long time gone
To be a thousand miles from home
I know I've done you wrong
And I know it won't be long,
I'm in your lovin' arms
Woman, been a long, I been a long time gone.

song performed by by 38 Special
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Masquerading Integrity

Some believe,
Any lie told...
Is just as easy to erase,
From memory...
As the telling of them,
In the first place.

'I said I was sorry.
What do you expect?
A detailing of my self indulgence?

What I do on my time,
Has nothing to do...
With my masquerading integrity.
And that I am told I do exceptionally well.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Home:

Home…

Home is where you were born.
Home is where you were raised,
Home is were you grew up,
Home was what had shaped you,
Home is what gave you your foundation
And what help you grow into something amazing,
Home is what you left behind to become something bigger,
Home is what you remember many years after leaving,
Home is what you become missing for,
Home is where you crave to be when you're done with you adventures,
Even thought you left home, for another place,
Home has never left,
It's still there,
On the same old street,
With the same old lawn,
With the same old people,
Just waiting there,
For you and only you,
It is there for you and only you,
Because with out it,
Without a home,
You wouldn't have a place to go back to,
A place was you can call your own..well, home...

poem by Sherry Painter
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Questions Unanswered

Ah those days of starched shirts
Of water boiling in the copper,
And soap-flakes snow-white
And the mangle in the corner
Like a medieval implement of torture
Waiting to grind and squeeze.
And granny's hair wrapped in cloth
The goodly housewife at work
Hands red, hot water immersed,
Sweated in the washing room.
Each Mondays Herculean task
The stringing on lines for all to see
Of pure white sheets rinsed in Dolly Blue.
To wash the families dirty linen clean.
But never speak of the true dirty secrets
That scrubbing could not undo,
That gallons of bleach could not erase
Nor boiling water wipe out.
The lies told to protect
Which ended up hurting.
The scars though healed still itch.
The front of respectability kept up
But its upkeep too heavier price too heavy
Leaving me with unanswered questions.

poem by Paul Brookes
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When I Think About Leaving

You know some times me and my lady have these crazy fights and when we do it makes me wonder
Are we\'re ever gonna get it right
When I think about leaving I think about me
What my life would be like if I were back to being free
Go where I wanna go, do what I wanna do, wouldn\'t have a soul I had to answer to
When I think about leaving I think about me
You know I got a friend him and his wife just couldn\'t see eye to eye he had all he could
Stand one day and just packed up and said good-bye
When I think about leaving I think about him
That little apartment cross town he\'s living in
Got an old corvette, got a new girlfriend, but only sees his kids every other weekend
When I think about leaving oh I think about him
I never will forget her face or the day she told me about her dad, how he walked out on her
And her mom when she was just a kid
When I think about leaving oh I think about her
Only five years old and her heart filled up with hurt
With her little arms wrapped around his neck saying daddy where you going, are you coming
Back
When I think about leaving I think about her
You know the truth is, most of the time things were really great and I know we got something
Special
When I think about leaving I think about us
How we build this love we share on faith and trust, honest way we talk, tender way we touch,
All those nights we spent making love,
When I think about leaving oh I think about us
When I think about leaving I think again
Even though that thought crosses my mind every now and then
In my heart I know I would never leave, there\'s nowhere else on earth I would rather be
When I think about leaving I think again
When I think about leaving
When I think about leaving
When I think about leaving:I think again

song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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I Wish I Had My Home

Home

Brandon

Home

What is a home?

Where is home?

When can I go home?

Home is a place where you can feel safe

Home is a place where you can break down in the free

Home is the place where you feel joy happiness and whole

Home is a place where you lay your heart in

I have laid my heart in three different places

(What) My first home is a place everywhere

All I need is a basket and a ball

All I did was give a ball love and I got something better in return

A ball gave me hope, understanding and appreciation for true love

I have never put more hours into one thing than it

It was always my top priority and I was it’s top priority

Better than any girlfriend and any friend

Home

Brandon

Home

What is a home?

Where is home?

When can I go home?

Home is a place where you can feel safe

Home is a place where you can break down in the free

Home is the place where you feel joy happiness and whole

Home is a place where you lay your heart in

I have laid my heart in three different places

(What) My first home is a place everywhere

All I need is a basket and a ball

All I did was give a ball love and I got something better in return

A ball gave me hope, understanding and appreciation for true love

I have never put more hours into one thing than it

It was always my top priority and I was it’s top priority

Better than any girlfriend and any friend

It only treated me great when I treated it great

I could never leave my hear with it because it put it’s heart in mine

I wish I had my home

(Where) My home is a place where dreams are rested and free and comfort

I feel safe, I feel that I can get some sleep and I feel that Im at home

When my body needs a rest it has hammocks for me

When I need a place to think and collaborate it always had a quite spot with a beautiful view for me

When I need a place to escape to, it welcomes me with open arms and I can stay as long as I like

I have made my imprint in the Cayman Islands and It has left its imprint in me and have left one part of my life in it and

I wish I could go back home.

(When) I miss her so much and I would do anything to see her again

I miss her humbleness, her laugh and her comfort when I need to break down

I miss her when I need her there or when there is a good moment

I miss my home because my home is in her

She is my home but it is a place where I cannot stay

Instead of me leaving my home, my home left me and I forgot something inside

I know she can take care of my home but I hope she takes care of my heart

If it has too I know it will bleed for her and it would become hers

All I want is to know when I can go and see my home where my heart lays

poem by Buddha Love
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Speaking Of Love

(graham russell, michael sherwood, david young, jimmy haun)
Ive been in love, Ive walked alone
I turned to you, but you were gone
I felt the doubt, it hurt me inside
Without your help, my hands are tied
You are my home, my place to go
My faith returned, you told me so
I feel you now, Im standing beside you
Do you hear me calling
Its just to remind you, if you find me falling
Hold me in your arms,
Tell me that you want me
Whisper all the words
That dreams are made of
Hold me in your arms
Tell me are we speaking of love
Dont leave me now, Ive come so far
To hear your voice, speak from your heart
I hear you now, your standing beside me
Do you hear me calling
Its just to remind you, if you find me falling
Hold me in your arms,
Tell me that you want me
Whisper all the words
That dreams are made of
Hold me in your arms
Tell me are we speaking of love

song performed by by Air Supply
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The Secret Visit Of The Old Self...

Related quotes

A Return To Youth

Being Dead

My Heart is Broken

Good Old Days

Y2K01

Y2K01

The Tiredness Of Old Age Is A Terrible Tiredness

2.03 Childhood - Youth - Old Age

A Home (revised)

A Home

Never Can Forget That Memory

Leaving

These Walls

Long Time Gone

Masquerading Integrity

Home:

Questions Unanswered

When I Think About Leaving

I Wish I Had My Home

Speaking Of Love

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