the white winged Pegasus and the dreamer....
writing most likely as felt (by me) is more of a travel in the past,
you reminisce, your nostalgia bloats like a trouble in your kidney
you wish to filter all dirt from clean memories, hoping that what finally must be written are only those good and health ones, those that can propel you to a better destination,
sometimes Pegasus comes and lands on your writing table to the size of a pen, blows his nose, waggles it tail telling you that he is now ready to take you to that wasted patch of your past,
and you take heed, ride on its back, taken by his wings to one segment of your life
with mother, in her birthplace, somewhere in Mindanao, before the war broke out,
she was with your Aunt Olang, whose U.S. army husband succumb to the bionets of the Japanese platoon,
and who for just a short time finds the substitute of the local guerrilla named Magno, who sharpens his bolo to gather coconut wine,
in the kitchen you cousin Panit is opening a can of sardines to be cooked with some yellow noddles for supper
wood is scarce and so is water, but laughter is innumerable,
it seems that people laugh for no reason at all, in the middle of that war
you look at the roof with leaks, rain comes at night and everyone is transferring places since the pillows and blankets are all wet
there is suffering then, but laughter is always there to cure all the
lapses and insufficiency
harshness, hardships have no place for people whose hearts are attuned to being contented with what is available for the moment
you want to settle there but the winged Pegasus is already restless
he has to serve other clients who still want to go back to their pasts
you wonder if this white winged horse understand people who want to live
and bury their future in the past, accepting the fact that in there
they are happier....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pegasus
(clarke / hicks / nash)
Follow me, follow, see what you see.
Ill take somewhere where youve never been.
High on a mountain, deep down in the sea,
To faraway lands, you can travel with me.
Im pegasus, the flying horse.
Im pegasus, the flying horse.
Ride on my back and hold onto my wings
Ill take you by night to a time-leaping dream.
Time has no value where were going to
People are happy; there, theyre never blue.
Chorus
This can only happen to you
If you keep our secret.
Dont tell anyone about our magic horse.
You can go where you want, I can take you anywhere.
Because Im pegasus, the flying horse.
Im pegasus, the flying horse.
Chorus
Verse 1
Chorus
Im pegasus, the flying horse.
song performed by by Hollies
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Pegasus
(olivia newton-john)
There you were in my dream
Flying high just for me
Oh pegasus oh pegasus
White and strong soft and warm
Youve been in my mind so long
Oh pegasus oh pegasus
Where do you come from?
Where have you been?
Where will you go oh?
Ill call for you whenever I need you
Will you take me on your back and fly away?
Will you teach me why Im here and lead the way?
Oh pegasus
Spread your wings Ill climb on
Well explore the stars youre from
Oh pegasus oh pegasus
Youre a myth born of light
Sent to heal my world tonight
Oh pegasus oh pegasus
There you were in my dream
Flying high just for me
Oh pegasus oh pegasus
White and strong soft and warm
Youve been in my mind so long
Oh pegasus oh pegasus
Through all time youll live on
A gift to earth from dark till dawn
Oh pegasus oh pegasus
Creation of magic you live in my heart
Your spirit will guide me though were dimensions apart
There you were in my dream
Flying high just for me
Oh pegasus oh pegasus
Through all time youll live on
A gift to earth from dark till dawn
Oh pegasus
(repeats)
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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A Night Traveler
I am a night traveler
Travel all through the night
And my bed is a sailing boat
I reach for my bed every night
And take a trip places far away
To see new things and people
I travel past the harbors
Full of anchored boats
I travel past the beaches
With swaying coconut trees
I watch the waves
Embracing the shore
I watch the kids playing
And reach out my arms
Then I touch my own bed
Here comes a flash
And my boat is back
And I am back in bed
My boat sails every night
And reach home with morning light
Never did it anchor once
Still traveling every day
Hoping to reach
That unknown destination
poem by Selam G. Sekuar
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Night Traveler
I am a night traveler
Travel all through the night
And my bed is a sailing boat
I reach for my bed every night
And take a trip places far away
To see new things and people
I travel past the harbors
Full of anchored boats
I travel past the beaches
With swaying coconut trees
I watch the waves
Embracing the shore
I watch the kids playing
And reach out my arms
Then I touch my own bed
Here comes a flash
And my boat is back
And I am back in bed
My boat sails every night
And reach home with morning light
Never did it anchor once
Still traveling every day
Hoping to reach
That unknown destination
poem by Deepa Thomas
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Time My Past My Future! ! !
Time My Past My Future
The time is racing my past behind me
NO!
My past in front,
My future behind,
I wasn't thinking of my future,
I was back in my past.
But now this is my story! ! ! !
A mother who did not love me,
A sister a brother trying to comfort me,
I felt all alone
Now inhale
and
Exhale.
My future
A mother, A brother, once upon a time a father,
But no more
I stride for my future,
Not for my past
I tell you children
NEVER Look Back! ! !
But i do wondering......
I f my past was different would my future be better?
Would it?
Never mind that,
The time is racing to my future
I live for today and NOT tomarrow.
So I Never Look Back.
poem by Chauntae Ridley
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To The Aggies Of Ateneo De Davao Around The World
nostalgia is the word for all these now
we have the urge to look out the window and find
who we were: the joys of the college years that will tickle us
old friends and their memories like innocent children
coming on our laps asking for our embraces
old pictures make our hearts shrink a little only to grow
bigger like a bread from the pan
fresh and fuming with the flavor of wheat
nostalgia is the word for it
and time is its mother that nourishes with its milk
the past comes to us always with something greener
and a breather of mint and rosemary
some peppers and honeyed lemonades
nostalgia is the word for it
when our wings have gone far beyond the lands of our births
dissolving in the horizons of other lands
when our chirps are gone
nostalgia is the word for it
when we come back stronger this time and lovelier
with our wounds that healed
with our pains that lost its trick
nostalgia is the word for it
such is she a beautiful woman still even though the hairs have turned gray
and the breasts sag and the bones rattling like brittle sticks
nostalgia is the word for it and no matter where the winds of this world
and its cyclones and waves have taken us
we are back looking for the glitter of each other's eyes
and then we laugh and then the world has heard us
yes, nostalgia is the word that people seldom use
as they move on with their respective lives
but we are here once again
nostalgia is the theme, it is here and soon it will leave
we are once again full even for once
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Me and Laughter Together Always
Sometimes I laugh out loud
Showing you that I could care less what you have to say
All that matters is that my feelings are hidden
Hiding from those who judge me and those who love me
And Laughter helps me do just that
Laughter is my better half
Laughter stands with me when I’m bored
Laughter comforts me when I want to cry
He keeps me company through grief and through happiness
For better or worse, in sickness and health, through thick and thin
I love Laughter and Laughter loves me back
And yet you don’t know why Laughter makes Me
Look deep into my eyes when I laugh and you’ll see
You will find all the hate, all the pain, and all the hurt
But if that’s all you see
You’re not looking deep enough
Look past the tears that I won’t allow to flow
Look past the memories that I can’t let go of
And when you see through all the hate, all the pain and all the hurt
You'll find Me
I cover Me up with Laughter
There are none who can see the true Me
They can’t see through my Laughter
And if you should happen to see Me
I won’t need Laughter to hide anymore
Because I can cry on your shoulder
I can smile and enjoy you company without a single sound
Only then, Laughter won’t be my protector
Until then, it’s Me and Laughter together always
I hide my feelings through Laughter
So if you’re trying to figure out what I’m thinking,
Laugh with me and you will then see...-Me
poem by Nyoka Mitchell
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Without A Laugh Day
Some people about money they worry themselves gray
But life is scarce worth living without a laugh a day
For if you live without laughter how boring your life must be
You are worse off than a pauper though you may be well off financially.
Who could not love the sound of laughter to it there is such a happy ring
And the simple gift of laughter it is such a marvellous thing
And those without the gift of laughter deserve some sympathy
For sad faced and humourless people do not make good company.
The person who cannot laugh at a party out of place
And people always warm to the one with a happy and a smiling face
And with those who say that laughter is the best of medicine
How could one disagree
It has a warm glow to it that's how 'twould seem to me.
Some though financialy well off seem sad faced all of the time
And one never see them smiling as if to smile is a crime
For to get to know such people few will go out of their way
And life has to be quite boring without a laugh a day.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Filter (album Mix)
Some people suffer living alone
And feel the emptiness
of a relationship that turned into dust
and some wait for all of their lives
because they're too afraid
and they let their train go by
and some will never say no
living on the frailty
of never letting go
always hiding behind a mask
and though there's finally a pleasence of being always on their own
while others waltz a perfect heart (?)
and a home (?)
It's because you are
Like a filter to me
that i'll see the future brighter
than they'll ever see
And I know you are
All the colors I breathe
You have the pen that's writing down
the fairy tale that pictures
you and me
Some people suffer poverty
in a love affair
and others like to live their love
in the rain
And some live a million affairs
believing all the time that no one will feel or care
Some people wait
Holding back their faith
Because their wounds will never heal
Made by rumors building hate
Or someone who's in a sin
Some people find a pleasence of being always on the road
While others waltz a perfect heart
and a home
It's because you are
Like a filter to me
that i'll see the future brighter
than they'll ever see
And I know you are
All the colors I breathe
You have the pen that's writing down
the fairy tale that pictures
you and me
(Instrumental part)
It's because you are
Like a filter to me
that i'll see the future brighter
than they'll ever see
And I know you are
All the colors I breathe
You have the pen that's writing down
the fairy tale that pictures
you and me
song performed by by Eiffel 65
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To Amend Hearts
It's that time of the year
for lovers
were hearts can be amend or broken
couples sit back, relax, have a romantic moment
talk, laugh, celebrate and drink the finest wine
to settle their difference in time
Hug, kiss and make love
for one bliss
with a twist
to out do
one another
like an iron hand fist
Thinking back
to when we first met
(I want(need) that old thang back)
you was a ribbon in the sky
for our love
people thinking it wouldn't last
this long
they bet
only our love grew strong
we are now set
Married for love
for life
for more
it broke alot of people necks
to see us stroll
the deck
together as one
now they want and try
everything to make us reck
we put them in check
Leaving the past behind
I am ready to dine
with my baby
to fire and desire
for old time sake
pulling out the radio
listening to Rick James
while we do our thang
on Valentine's Day
even though we are in seperate
places(I'm incarcerated, you in the free world)
I love you, will always love you
my wife for life eternal
It don't stop our love
for one other
any days of our life
for everyday we scarifice
making our love
and us strong
to carry on
to amend our hearts
for life
not only on Valentine's Day
because everyday is Valentine's Day
for my wife
poem by LaRon Green Sr.
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Tomorrow People
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last?
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last?
Today you say you deyah
Tomorrow you say you're gone
But you're gone so long
If there is no love in your heart - so sorry
Then there is no hope for you - true, true
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last?
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last?
So you're in the air
But you still don't have a thing to spare
You're flying high
While we're on the low o-o-oh
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last? Tell me now
Tomorrow people, where is your past? No where
Tomorrow people, how long will you last? Ten years!
Stop tellin' me the same story
Today you say you deyah
Tomorrow you say you're gone and you're not coming back
If there is no love in your heart oh now
There will never be hope for you
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, how long will you last? Ten years!
Tomorrow people, where is your past?
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people, come on
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people, come on
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people, no soon come
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people, soon come
Tomorrow people, tomorrow people, today is here
If you don't know your past, you don't know your future
Everyone
Don't know your past, don't know your future everyman
Don't know your past, don't know your future, come on
Don't know your past, don't know your future
How many nations
How many people did that one catch
How many
song performed by by Ziggy Marley
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People We Meet
It's weird the people you run into
everyday a new person or one from the past
simply amazing when and where
Libraries, stores, bars, anywhere
from a little hello or a face from the past
A lovely little chat can bring memories back
what we call the good ole dazes
it puts a warm feeling when you touched someone
knowing they remember you, you remembering them
finding out you have a lot in common
but so different in the past
social status changes over the years
but we all still find out we're still the same
money does change the past, changes the future
but touching a person's live can be endless
we were mean and cruel to some in our past
but maturity and experience may have taught us to be better
Hold no or grudges towards the past
look to the present and to treat people the same
people make the world the way it is
so we need to show the young the way
treat classmates, neighbors, strangers right
the way you want to be treated
they may treat you better back
for strangers we touch may be our friends in the future
make a gesture to someone and the gesture may be returned
love to touch a ole classmate's, neighbor's or stranger's life
kindness and friendliness starts with you
make day with a post, a hello, a letter
memories good or bad can make us a better person
meeting people one by one make me write of times we met
the stories we do tell of yesteryear.
poem by Michael Peterson
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Lend the Tears
lying in bed
imagining the sleepiness night
thinking of you; a reason
why the flower
ready to touch and detach,
patiently gone and letting each
leaves to weather
under the sun, the reason
why watching
the whole day gives the birds and butterfly
to fly
slash wit my solemn tears
of the past,
enjoyed the water lucidly, clear the way
to the river full,
a great moment of satisfaction lent for
a whole moment of the past
peril the wings
as you go and wonder the green of
meadow’s plain, now shred
the cup that leads my
stoked all have just move
in the valley of joy,
where you want to carry, until laughter fail
in my hand
understand
my iniquities and scoffed
my imagination …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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No Future, Too Much Past
When you have no future
You have to live in the past
A member of this human race
Who'll pass the finish line last.
The future, things to come
Nothing much except pain
The past, Times gone by
Nothing at all, just plenty of rain.
So disaster looms on every corner
Just waiting to leap out at you
You could take a different path
But it finds you whatever you do.
So the future and the past Are just one and the same
The first and second halves of a stupid bloody game
Impossible to win, Destined to lose
I should just give in and sink into the ooze.
And the future draws to a close
While the past increases in size
No future, too much past
And more loneliness, sadness and lies.
poem by Mark Hopwood
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It is only fantasy, not true!
Just imagine that earth is the size of a pinhead,
The universe may be the size of the earth.
when The universe is the size of the earth.
that earth may be the size of a pinhead,
The maximum time difference is less than a day,
Wherever we travel on the earth in pain or gay,
When we travel east or west, we either lose or gain,
A few of hours of the past and the future,
when the morning arrives earlier or later,
While the people, their age and their progress are the same,
But we gain or lose only less than a day on this planet of a pinhead.
When we travel in the universe which is the size of the earth,
How many years and decades that we need to go for a round,
When we travel east and west, we lose and gain in years,
Many years of past and the future that exists at the same moment,
So, when the time travelers return, they wouldn't be younger, not lament,
To look for their gone ancestors in the changed land scape,
As the human wherever they go and whatever they do,
They age at same pause gradually, not one age faster,
The other remain younger during the same period of roster.
I am a time traveler to travel faster to reach the future,
or dig the past, I am always the contemporary human to ponder.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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The Gift Of Laughter
The gift of laughter is a rare gift it is such a wonderful thing
And laughter can create more laughter to it there is such a beautiful ring
The people who laugh seem to make friends quite easily and in numbers their friends seem to grow
But the people who take life too seriously are the people few wish to know.
The woman next door is a laugher she has with her a winning way
She is one who makes friends quite easily she always smiles and says good day
A person like her is worth knowing she spreads around her gift of cheer
For to stimulate laughter in her heart she doesn't need spirits or beer.
Compared to her the bloke three doors down is so different a smile never does cross his face
He is always so serious looking perhaps laughter he cannot embrace
A good laugh would be so good for him since none look more serious than he
If everyone took life so serious how boring a thing life would be.
The gift of laughter is a great gift and with it there's none to compare
And the people with it are invaluable since they spread it around everywhere
Life seems far too short to be grumpy since we will be forever dead
And feel grateful for people who can laugh their happiness they seem to spread.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Everyday
Deep inside my brain, there's a place I could live forever
Memories safe within a shelter
It's what I have, it's what I save
And beyond that place, there are names that I can't remember
Like the warmest day in September
A written list that doesn't exist
If I could take it back, live a day in the past
I would do it every hour
Now it's just a fact, that we don't want to look back
And I wish that something mattered
[Chorus:]
Every day is the same in a new crowd
Every voice is a whisper that seems loud
I hear you callin my name
But your voice is the same
Everyday
Some will go down, my ship still floats
To it I know I'm bound
Wishing that tomorrow was gone and
Where is a place, that I can relate
And it's been so long, all the month's have turned into years now
And the clock won't stop for me so
I gotta move on and try to belong
If I could take it back, live a day in the past
I would do it every hour
Now it's just a fact, that we don't want to look back
And I wish that something mattered
[Chorus]
Color in rain is never the same
Color in rain is never the same
[Chorus 2x]
song performed by by 1208
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Haunted by my past only making me stronger
the more i try to push my past away,
the more i am reminded by it everyday,
it will never be just the past,
alot of things were done to me,
that i will never get back,
nor will i even forget,
the pain of that haunts me,
day by day,
night by night,
no matter what it still finds me,
there really nothing i can do,
but to relive my past,
and try to understand it the best i can,
good people who come into my life,
will always trigger me,
bring up the worse part of the pain,
the closer they get,
but i'm learning that it all not bad,
if the experience is in a safe way,
i will always look back,
and wonder why things can't be different at times,
but for the most part,
it reminds me just how strong i am,
and how strong i am becoming,
these are the proud moments,
i will always remember.
poem by Mona Martinez
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Day And Night
Day and night i have been waiting for you,
Day and night i have been expecting you;
For there can be no true reconciliation if,
People are not prepared to forgive and forget about the past!
Say it off!
Shed it off! !
Laugh it off! ! !
Well, some people do find it difficult to say, 'I am sorry';
Even when they are at fault!
In the future to come and in with the time to hold on,
For i have chosen the way on the right path;
And going through through tunnels and through the woods,
For my life is like the 'Golden Tree' next to you.
There is something extra for you and i,
But caring and sharing is all that matters a lot!
So come to terms with the past and,
Make room for the future!
For it is like the way the wind blows and,
Like the way that your love flows to my heart;
And i will be there for you always on this love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Leave The Past And Moving On With The Future
What does it means to
Leave the past, and moving on with future?
It means you have to just let it go
Even it going hurt and feel so much in pain
You have other things looking forward too
If you love something so much
It will come back to you
It does it meant to be and if don't then just move on
I have finally learn my mistakes after yesterday
It's was perfect day off
I want to be who I am
I changes so much just to fit in
That's not like me
Time to figure out what I really want
What does it means to
Leave the past and moving on with future?
It means that this is now and your chances to do what you been waiting for
Time is running out
No going back and forth in path
No going back and forth in past to future
I'm stop acting like I'm scared
I'm not and now this is my time
I'm not regreat anything anymore
I don't want be like this
I need to think before I say something or do it
Past is not something I need think about
I need to think about future that I'm waiting for to happen
This is me and I finally understand what I didn't before
It's all right in front of me
I need to grab it and hold onto it
Future is waiting for me
I'm moving forward
Leave the past and moving on with future
poem by Christina Phan
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