We Think Life Stops
life stops
like the way we hold each other's
hands at dawn
and then we simply feel nothing
like the way i put my right leg on top of your
thighs and
you say nothing
life stops when we think there is nothing
significant about ourselves anymore
there is nothing
in your belly and there is nothing
in my veins
we think life stops
like the way we keep on going
because we cannot stop to keep on
moving
we think
life stopped
but actually life never stops
even when we think it stopped moving
even when we
actually stop loving
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Stop
(jo allen)
They were doing all right
They were doing o.k.
There were still questions
At the end of the day
Oh, but when they found out
All they wanted to know
Thought they knew each other
So well that they needed no more
Answers to questions
That they didnt even know
Thats when the love stopped
Thats when the love stopped
They cant figure it out
They were well on their way
Now theyre heartbroken
They dont know what to say
Yeah it hapens to most of us
When we are young
You think youre in love
And your heart rules your tongue
Talking you into trouble
til theres no where to run
Thats when the love stops
Oohh oohh the love stops love stopped yeah thats when the love stops
Now they aint even friends
Happens to most of us
When we are young
You think youre in love
And your heart rules your tongue
Talking you into trouble
til theres no where to run
Thats when the love stops
Oohh oohh
Yeah the love stop
Ed thats when love stops
Now they aint even friends
Thats when love stopped
Oh oh love stopped
Thats when love stops
Now they aint even friends
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Full stops and commas
Life's full of punctuation if we only stop to see,
like the middle of a rain storm or a lovely cup of tea.
Some are marked as commas, some as asterisks
I bet you've had some commas, take stock and think a bit.
A colon is a long pause for something that I treasure
such as a special friend, although it's hard to measure.
Apostrophe's a hiccup for something that I've missed
and if it's you I'm sorry, for sometimes I'm remiss.
Full stops are very sad for that's when someone dies
and though we know it happens, it startles hearts and minds.
That's when my heart stops beating for just a tick or tock,
I stumble and I falter, a colon stops the clock.
Life's full of punctuation if we only stop to see,
like the pausing of the traffic or the falling of a leaf.
Without some punctuation life's meaning would be less,
you may give this some thought, (in brackets would be best)
poem by Ruth Walters
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My Heart Stops
(diane warren)
(recorded by eric carmen)
Arista as1-2264 / 1992
I tell myself
This cant be love
That Im feelin
But if I think that my world
Will be the way that it was
Im dreamin
Why do I feel so high
At the mention of your name
Why do I act so shy
Cant explain, cant explain, cant explain
But darlin
Wo-wo-wo when you go walkin by
My heart stops
My heart stops
I cant explain it
Wo-wo-wo when you look in my eye
My heart stops
My heart stops
Every time youre near
Just thinkin about you
Darlin it just does
Something to me
And when we meet on the street
I feel the flame of love
Burnin through me
I try to play it cool
And never show a sign
But I give myself away
Every time, every time, every time
cause darlin
Wo-wo-wo when you go walkin by
My heart stops
My heart stops
I cant explain it
Wo-wo-wo when you look in my eye
My heart stops
My heart stops
Every time youre near
My heart stops, my heart stops
My heart stops, my heart stops
Oh, whenever youre close to me
Theres a wave of love rushin over me
And I never felt this way
Cant explain, cant explain, cant explain
But darlin
My darlin
Wo-wo-wo when you go walkin by
My heart stops
My heart stops
I cant explain it
Wo-wo-wo when you look in my eye
My heart stops
My heart stops
Every time youre near
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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Theres A Lull In My Life
(m. gordon, h. revel)
Oh...theres a lull in my life.
Its just a void, an empty space,
When you are not in my embrace.
Oh...theres a lull in my life.
The moment that you go away,
There is no night, there is no day.
The clock stops ticking,
The world stops turning.
Everything stops
But that flame in my heart
That keeps burning...burning...
Oh...theres a lull in my life.
No matter I may pretend,
I know that you alone can end
The ache in my heart,
The call of my arms...
The lull in my life.
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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REST STOPS (In Life's Journey)
When our days are packed to the full
When our faith is clouded with doubts
When we feel our journey is nonsense
When we feel we work for nothing
When our life is killed with boredom
Or just let the time pass idly by,
We will walk through life aimlessly
Unless we take rest stops.
Rest stops
Instances when we ponder
We ponder on the journey of our lives
Our success, our failures
Before God, we will bring them all
And let it be lessons learned
Rising from our rest stops
With hearts renewed
With new confidence
We will continue our journey
With a new life, a new beginning.
When we are tired
Lets take our rest stops
And rise again, continue the journey
A life change for the better
A journey change forever.
_mAia_
5: 20pm
091909
Dedicated to all...especially to Ate Meggie...
poem by Maia Padua
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Drench
Come and fight back
Need some help here
Bail us out
In up to our necks
Drenching never stops
Fish us out
There's a light there to steer it
A fear that is peeling
And soaking us up
Into a slow-motion freezer
Division is leaving
Everything stops
It's overexposure
Stop running off on me
It's overexposure
Stop running off
Come and fight back
Need some help here
Bail us out
In up to our necks
Drenching never stops
Fish us out
Did you forget what you came in for?
Still shaking the rain off
Fresh from the storm
So we saved up the good stuff
And scrapped for the liferaft
Pistols at dawn
It's overexposed
And only tits and teeth remain
It's overexposed
Keep your filthy hands off
Come and fight back
Need some help here
Bail us out
Had it up to here
Drenching never stops
Fish us out
Come and fight back
Need some help here
Bail us out
Had it up to here
Drenching never stops
Fish us out
Come and fight back
Need some help here
Bail us out
In up to our necks
Drenching never stops
Fish us out
Come and fight back
Need some help here
Bail us out
Had it up to here
Drenching never stops
Fish us out
Fish us out
Fish us out
Fish us out
Fish us out
And it looks enough for all of us to get soaked...
song performed by by Gomez
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Lovers
When the world
stops its turning
will the lovers stop their yearning?
When the sun
stops its shining
will the lovers
stop their pining?
When the moon
stops its glowing
will the lovers
stop their crowing?
Never, never
For the world can stay still,
the sun can burn out,
the moon can grow dark
but lovers will ignite
an impenetrable spark.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Shellshock
Thats the way - shellshock
Hold on!its never enough
Its never enough until your heart stops beating
The deeper you get, the sweeter the pain
Dont give up the game until your heart stops beating
You call me on the phone, you left me all alone
All I get from you is shellshock
Another day goes by and all I do is cry
All I get from you is shellshock
Id tell the world and save my soul
But rain falls down and I feel cold
A cold that sleeps within my heart
It tears the earth and sun apart
But thats the way that I can win
A victim of your evil sin
Youve lost the hold youve had on me
By causing the changes that you never see
Hold on! its never enough
Its never enough until your heart stops beating
The deeper you get, the sweeter the pain
Dont give up the game until your heart stops beating
When we walk through open doorways,
Counting time in one or more ways
We cant find our peace of mind
And life becomes a life of crime
And thats the day I call your name
I came to you, I called in vain
You lost the faith within your heart
The fire in your soul from the end to the start
Hold on!its never enough
Its never enough until your heart stops beating
The deeper you get, the sweeter the pain
Dont give up the game until your heart stops beating
Ive been good and Ive been bad
But common sense Ive never had
No matter how I try and try,
I hide the truth behind a lie
But thats the way that I can win
A victim of your evil sin
You lost the faith within your heart
The fire in your soul from the end to the start
Hold on!its never enough
Its never enough until your heart stops beating
The deeper you get, the sweeter the pain
Dont give up the game until your heart stops beating
song performed by by New Order
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From The Biography Of An Unknown Woman: Xii
she stands as a by-stander
on the speeding highways of life
the passing vehicles
leaving her dizzy and giddy
not one ever stops by
nor does one notice
her waving hands
this she has known
that none stops by
for any in this world
05may2010
12.00hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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The journey of life is like a man riding a bicycle. We know he got on the bicycle and started to move. We know that at some point he will stop and get off. We know that if he stops moving and does not get off he will fall off.
quote by William Golding
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When the music stops
When the music stops, the dance is done
So listen and dance with all your heart and mind
Always dance as if… t'would be your last one
Live life to the fullest, let the dance and the music unwind
When the magic is gone, it's gone forever
So leave room for mystery, in your life every day
Leave a bit of the unknown, in your every endeavour
For when the magic is gone, it's gone to stay
For when the music stops
And when the magic is gone
You can smile and look back
At a life that's well done
For when the music once stops
You dance again never
And when the magic is gone
Sure…Tis gone forever
poem by David Whalen
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Those Helpless Epitaphs
know well these:
not all days are sunny
sun does not say sorry
if you love the rain
it will not come again
sometimes life does
not run as expected
it walks slowly
and then it stops
why life stops
of course they grieve
but know this
the grief is not prolonged
the next day
they are at it again
living their lives
like the way you once did
days and nights
and seasons
and there you are
forgotten like the rest of the names
of those who passed away
on helpless epitaphs
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Train Of Love
Out of two came love and,
Out of two came warmth;
But, to marry one minute and to divorce one minute is all that you know!
And i will always beef up your minds for you to know the truth.
Of a class act into a company of spectacle,
Of a world of games into a funny taste,
'Marriage is not just romance, passion and flowers;
But, it is a learning process to support each other emotionally! '
Oh, what a fairy-tale that couldn't last,
And if only the wise can dance to the tune of this melody of life!
And, for a better to be prepared to win the price always.
Oh life, of he who stops missing the train;
And of he who stops loses the gift as well;
Oh life, Of she who stops loses the gift,
And of she who seeks will always find!
For, the train of love is passing your way.
You were sworn in with the English Standad Version of the Bible,
But try to keep on loving with the matematics from your hearts!
For, the vocabulary of your English is full of words;
And, we need the 'horse-walk' act to meet the train.
The train of love is passing you by and you need love on this issue;
So, keep on moving on with the statistics of your mind like,
What is said about a marriage of one minute and a divorce one minute.
This act wil not help you on,
And this faith will not led you on;
So, be very wise to learn from the truth always!
For, i am here to guide you always onto the truth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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March Of Time
Hours of lust, hours of tears passing by before my eyes
Today, tomorrow, yesterday. . .one life
Days of joy, day of sadness come and go to pass me by
A month, a year, one hundred years, they fly
Bridge: ohh, one day I will be gone to lead another life
Ohh, and this world will stop to turn around with me
cause
Chorus: time. . .marches
Time. . .marches
On without us all, never stops, yes
Time. . .marches
Time. . .marches
On and on and on, flies eternally
Times of peace, times of fights, constant movement is our life
Cant stop no more, not until. . .we die
We long for more. . .eternity, and maybe theres another life
This one is short, no matter how you try
Bridge: ohh, but never give up all the hope to lead a good life
No, dont waste your given time to make things worse
Chorus: time. . .marches
Time. . .marches
One without us all, never stops, yes
Time. . .marches
Time. . .marches
On and on and on, flies eternally
Plese, please help me see, the best way to be
Make a change and we, live eternally
No more wasted years, no more wasted tears
Lifes too short to cry, long enough to try
Chorus: time. . .marches
Time. . .marches
On without us all, never stops, yes
Time. . .marches
Time. . .marches
On and on and on, flies eternally
song performed by by Helloween
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The Hourglass
The Sands of your time
Gently slide against your hourglass
Time is running out
Better make your life count
The hands of the clock
Always moving
The ticktock
Never ceasing
Each day is lost
You can never gain it back
Time is always continuing
Never frozen
Once that sand
Stops moving
Your gone
Gone until you
Begin again
poem by Autumn Winds
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When The Rain Stops
when the rain stops
life becomes more miserable
for those who are stranded
with you and with whom you
had already established the
art of conversation
soon shall leave you and you
are left with the memory of the
rain which had given you company
and now it stops and you are
stricken with grief and this sense
of being alone again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our Shelter Is The Purpose Of Our Creation
IT is the intention to gain
that makes one creative,
and so when the gain is taken
one sulks back to his
stagnant self,
the intention to be happy
is one thing too,
as though the purpose of having this life is simply
happiness,
that when one is sad, life becomes
meaningless
a slave of feeling, a roller coaster of emotion
one is a rider,
when the ride is over, what then is next?
the roller coaster stops
one gets out from his seat and bind
you take a walk, remembering the highs and lows
and this soon shall stop
there is no roller coaster in the house where we live
will there be no excitement anymore
when we feel nothing
shall life and dreams cease too?
we are not our creators
we are created for a purpose
and this we must discover
and there we shall take shelter.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Solitaries...
no one stops you
from being solitary.
no one stops you
from being you as
you never stop them
also from being them
solitary posts along
the boulevard after
a heavy rage of the
early morning rain
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Snail Goes To Heaven (A One-Act Tragicomedy)
Bare stage. A square neon sign on extreme right which reads: “This way to Heaven”.
Prolonged silence. Enter Snail, moving very slowly throughout the play.
Snail:
I’m a dead snail.
I’m going to Heaven.
I’ve lived for 15 years.
That’s a ripe old age.
I’ve been blessed.
Had a marvellous sex life, you know.
Well, if you know snails
we attract a mate with our slime.
Oh, slime turns me on, baby.
(Snail moves slowly, and then stops.)
Well, maybe I should focus on holy thoughts.
Purity...refined thoughts...you know...
Snail God does not like sex.
Copulation is not exactly what
Snail God meant when Snail God declared:
'Go forth and slime the world;
be ye together...'
Snail God demands purity
so let me be so...
after all, I’m going to Heaven...
a dead snail and moving on to Heaven...
(Snail moves slowly, and then stops.)
Had a precarious life,
you know,
all these 15 years...
A farmer saw me in the grass.
I heard him curse
and he raised his foot to crush me.
Well, unfortunately for him
he stepped on a snake
and the last I heard of the man
was an expletive
and the last I heard of the snake was a hiss.
Yes, I’ve had a long life
a risky life - but it’s all worth it
for an eternal life in Heaven
is my reward
(Snail moves slowly, and then stops.)
(Enter Frog, jumping. Snail looks at Frog in amazement. And Frog stops and looks at Snail in amazement.)
Frog: What are you doing?
Snail: That’s what I was about to ask of you.
Frog: I’m a dead Frog and I’m jumping on my way to Heaven.
Snail: I’m a dead Snail and I’m moving on to Heaven.
Frog: This is ridiculous.
Snail: Indeed. It is ridiculous.
A Frog going to Heaven?
No, for it is truly declared by Snail God:
'None but Snails shall enter Heaven.'
Frog: And in the words of the Frog God:
'I shall confound all other creatures.
Only Frogs shall enter Heaven.'
And so it has come to pass
Snails think they can go to Heaven.
Unless the Frog God
in Its Infinite Wisdom
has arranged for a Dish of Snails
when all Pure Frogs are at Its side in Paradise.
Well, Snail...you’re toast when I see you in Heaven.
(Frog jumps on to near stage right, screaming: “Heaven - here I come! ” and then disappears.)
(Long silence.)
Snail (facing audience) : Well, what next? - The snake to Heaven?
The Farmer to Heaven? His dog to Paradise?
Donkeys to Heaven?
(Snail moves on, in its slow way, to nothing but Heaven...)
poem by Raj Arumugam
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I Could Not Tell
I could not tell I had jumped off that bus,
that bus in motion, with my child in my arms,
because I did not know it. I believed my own story:
I had fallen, or the bus had started up
when I had one foot in the air.
I would not remember the tightening of my jaw,
the irk that I’d missed my stop, the step out
into the air, the clear child
gazing about her in the air as I plunged
to one knee on the street, scraped it, twisted it,
the bus skidding to a stop, the driver
jumping out, my daughter laughing
Do it again.
I have never done it
again, I have been very careful.
I have kept an eye on that nice young mother
who lightly leapt
off the moving vehicle
onto the stopped street, her life
in her hands, her life’s life in her hands.
poem by Sharon Olds
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