When The Two Faces Of Life İs Revealed And We Are Numbered
we are always together
in this estrangement
there is no entanglement of
necks in fact
there is the freedom of the
ten fingers
locks of hair can fall any moment
and without
any regret at all
we are always together in this
numbness
(do we have any choice?)
we do not suffer
neither do we have that
innate and
genuine joy
we are always in this together
a journey
to nowhere and when death comes
gladly
shall we welcome it
what is the use of
this life
when neither sadness nor joy
befriends us
there is no fear in all these
case closed.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Freedom Of Choice
A victim of collision on the open sea
Nobody ever said that life was free
Sank, swam, go down with the ship
Just use your freedom of choice
Ill say it again in the land of the free
Use your freedom of choice
Your freedom of choice
In ancient rome there was a pawn
Who faught alone
And watched it fall
He cast a stone
He felt secure
He felt that hed never be hurt
Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom of choice!
Give into the voice
You dont want it
Seems to be the rule of thumb
Dont be tricked by what you see
You got two ways to go
Ill say it again in the land of the free
Use your freedom of choice
Freedom of choice
Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom of choice!
In ancient rome there was a pawn
Who faught alone
And watched it fall
He cast a stone
He felt secure
He felt that his voice would never be heard
Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom from choice!
Is what you want
Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom from choice!
Is what you want
Freedom from choice
Is what you want
Freedom from choice!
song performed by by A Perfect Circle
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Freedom Is…
Freedom…
Freedom…
What is freedom?
It’s a footprint in the sand…
A whisper on the wind.
It’s a thought…
An emotion.
It’s a choice…
A gift.
Freedom is what freedom is.
Freedom is a pot on the stove…
The water in a glass.
It’s a smile on a mouth…
A tear on the cheek.
It’s a choice…
A gift.
Freedom is what freedom is.
Freedom is a breeze in your hair…
The heat in the air.
It’s the heart in your chest…
The veins in your arms.
It’s a choice…
A gift.
Freedom is what freedom is.
What is freedom?
Freedom is what freedom is.
poem by Stacey Stevens
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The Fragility of Life
Life is a journey
A journey of trials and tribulations
Life is love, sadness, and pain
Full of mistakes and regret
Blame and sorrow
Without all the sadness and pain
Mistakes and regret
Blame and sorrow
Life wouldn't be a journey of uncertainty
poem by Brittany Helt
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To My Nephew For Him To Learn
you want something to hold on
i give you my hands
and i will hold you
and you will grip it to prevent
you from falling
and hurting yourself
do not be too confident
for there will come a time
in fact
a moment that you will never forget
in your entire life
for i will loosen my hold on you
put grease on my fingers
and your hands will slide
and you will fall and hurt yourself
that much
that the pain will not just disappear
in a day
you will blame me
and tell me that i betray you
but that will only be for a while
by then
the pain and what you think as the betrayal of a trust
has given you the hardest lesson in your life
you will suffer the way i suffer
you will learn the way i learned life from the harshness of
your grandfather
and that same betrayal too
shall not be forgotten in the entire life
of
yours truly.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Elocution At 3: 01 A.m.
adroitly
i, in the years of my confusion
have seen
the accurate face of
reality's
contours which i, have,
so gladly
taken, and you
who, have taken love,
so blindly,
trusting in the
safety of its hands
so gladly,
suffer.
i, in the soft
touches of
patience, as time
witnesses,
silently, tread
upon
the numbness of
feelings,
and so gladly,
accept,
all that there is,
on stretched
metaphoric imagination,
shall
survive, upon one
empty
glass to another,
on these
coffee days,
on dawning days,
rainy or sunny,
it does not
matter anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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WE WASHED DIRTS OF HEART MEVLANA’To the disciples of heart religion’
We used to walk around carelessly, who we were,
In your route, we were footprints Mevlana,
Our necks are much more thicker, than hair for love,
We came to burn, with it’s fire Mevlana.
We recognise your route, as ours Mevlana,
We took unwariness away, from heart Mevlana,
Our necks are much more thicker, than hair for love,
Tendency was towards to the darling, we loved Mevlana.
Mirror was the eye of comrade, we saw Mevlana,
We closed the note-book of heart Mevlana,
Our necks are much more thicker, than hair for love,
We died for the sake of love Mevlana.
Soul never be without darling, we found Mevlana,
In the dervish lodge, we were slaves Mevlana,
Our necks are much more thicker, than hair for love,
We washed dirts of heart Mevlana.
With admission, we sweared off Mevlana,
We helped to the ones, who’re in trouble Mevlana,
Our necks are much more thicker, than hair for love,
We’re burned by the fire of love, became mature Mevlana.
Poem: Can AKIN
Translated by: Nilufer DURSUN
poem by Nilufer Dursun
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Absolute Freedom
Freedom from within
Freedom to think beyond universe
Freedom from living up to other ideas or expectations
Freedom to stand against all odds
Freedom from gods will
Freedom from triumph and disaster
Freedom from democracy and aristocracy
Freedom from scams and scandals
Freedom from caste, creed and color
Freedom from meaning less dogma
Freedom from fear and hatred
Freedom from life and death
poem by Sunnieyd Inquilab
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Mr. B's Ballroom
A victim of collision on the open sea
Nobody ever said that life was free
Sank, swam, go down with the ship
But use your freedom of choice
I'll say it again in the land of the free
Use your freedom of choice
Your freedom of choice
In ancient rome there was a poem
About a dog who found two bones
He picked at one
He licked the other
He went in circles
He dropped dead
Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom of choice!
Then if you got it you don't want it
Seems to be the rule of thumb
Don't be tricked by what you see
You got two ways to go
I'll say it again in the land of the free
Use your freedom of choice
Freedom of choice
Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom of choice!
In ancient rome
There was a poem
About a dog
Who found two bones
He picked at one
He licked the other
He went in circles
He dropped dead
Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom from choice
Is what you want
(repeat)
song performed by by Devo
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Only If I knew
When I saw you I didn't know what to say
But, when I kissed you I didn't have a choice
But, I wish I knew earlier
That to be in love one has to be responsible
One has to risk their lives for each other
But now, Iregret that I did
It's hard to believe
How we are falling apart
How our love became into a fairy tales
I wish I knew earlier how love could be dangerous
But it's ok
because if I did I wouldn't experience
It was my decision
to be in love with you
to give you the world
oh, I wished I had listen
I don't regret that I fall in love with you
But I regret I knew you
I'll miss the moment that we had
that I know for sure
I'll miis you but we'll meet again someday
I don't regret I fall in love with you
Only if i knew how would weend up
I wouldn't go further
maybe, that's what I deserve
but thank you for the moment we had.
but
only if i knew
poem by Guenael Oristel
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Freedom Of Choice
A victim of collision on the open sea
Nobody ever said that life was free
Sank, swam, go down with the ship
But use your freedom of choice
Ill say it again in the land of the free
Use your freedom of choice
Your freedom of choice
In ancient rome there was a poem
About a dog who found two bones
He picked at one
He licked the other
He went in circles
He dropped dead
Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom of choice!
Then if you got it you dont want it
Seems to be the rule of thumb
Dont be tricked by what you see
You got two ways to go
Ill say it again in the land of the free
Use your freedom of choice
Freedom of choice
Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom of choice!
In ancient rome
There was a poem
About a dog
Who found two bones
He picked at one
He licked the other
He went in circles
He dropped dead
Freedom of choice
Is what you got
Freedom from choice
Is what you want
(repeat)
song performed by by Devo
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Tyrant
Behold tis I the commander
Whose grip controls you all
Resist me not, surrender
Ill no compassion call
(tyrant) capture of humanity
(tyrant) conqueror of all
(tyrant) hideous destructor
(tyrant) every man shall fall
Your very lives are held within my fingers
I snap them and you cower down in fear
You spineless things who belly down to slither
To the end of the world you follow to be near
(tyrant) capture of humanity
(tyrant) conqueror of all
(tyrant) hideous destructor
(tyrant) every man shall fall
Mourn for us oppressed in fear
Chained and shackled we are bound
Freedom choked in dread we live
Since tyrant was enthroned
I listen not to sympathy
Whilst ruler of this land
Withdraw your feeble aches and moans
Or suffer smite from this my hand
(tyrant) capture of humanity
(tyrant) conqueror of all
(tyrant) hideous destructor
(tyrant) every man shall fall
Mourn for us oppressed in fear
Chained and shackled we are bound
Freedom choked in dread we live
Since tyrant was enthroned
My legions faithful unto death
Ill summon to my court
And as you perish each of you
Shall scream as you are sought
(tyrant) capture of humanity
(tyrant) conqueror of all
(tyrant) hideous destructor
(tyrant) every man shall fall
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Fear Of Death
why do we fear death?
our fear of death is based
in our fear of living, or more,
our fear of not having lived!
life is a calling, an adventure,
a mission, a duty....
the gifts we are given, the
trials and turmoil we go through,
prepare us for what we're called
to do....
each living person's calling is unique...
and no one else can ever judge...
we judge ourselves by what we give,
and how much of our 'selves' we are
willing to risk!
we often have to 'die' in order to live...
die to our mis-conceptions, die to our
clinging, die to our own petty wants....
die to what the world expects... die to
comfort.... die to that which does not last!
what we call hell is the result of not answering
the call.... the choice is ours, day by day,
moment by moment....
dare to live!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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My Friend, Freedom
It is represented by the Stars and Stripes,
The American Bald Eagle, and all types
Of other things, too numerous to mention;
It is invaluable, but it is no sort of invention;
This audacious ideal we call Freedom-of choice,
Of religion, of the press-which gives a voice
To everyone, no matter how meek they may be!
When free, Freedom is all that they may see-
But when they are not, are they then blind
To all they once saw, but now do not find?
This may be like vacation to some, but not for me-
Not especially, for one, as I, who fought for Thee!
Freedom, my long lost, life-long friend,
When will our agonizing estrangement finally end?
Maurice Harris,23 July 2011
poem by Maurice Harris
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I Am Not Yours....
my face has misled you
my eyes specially are not the best tour guides
of this journey
it is your journey still
that worries me
no end
you wish to enter the door of my mind
you cannot
it is closed with the best locks i have
imagined
there is no window to my soul
my eyes are not what they call them to be
do not do anything
they can only be useless attempts
they can even be choking
my being
you may kill me in an instant
with the very first question in your mouth
let go
do not hold anything in your hand
stay beside me
rest your head upon my shoulder
as we watch the setting of the
sun
disregard the idea
relish the feeling
i come and i go
any moment
from now and then
because
i am not yours.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Endless Journey
There is a journey we all take,
To find who we are, what we will be and more.
The journey is endless, for it follows life
the good times and the bad.
the journey is hard but worth while.
It is filled with sadness and grief,
There is danger at every turn, every street.
Though, it isn't all so dark.
Sun shines even in the darkest hour;
as the birds sing, the flowers open.
The path brings you to people, to friends.
AS it goes on, even to love,
To happy times you spend in the sun
with the one that holds your heart.
The journey isendless, but full of hope.
Even when death comes and claims life
it's still not the wnd of the journey,
Only a new begining.
poem by Kai schultz
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I Suffer The Night
I suffer the night
When it's time to face my sadness
And all I can do is cry
I suffer the night
When I struggle to find rest
Knowing in the morning I must rise
I suffer the night
When alone in the darkness
I wonder why I am alive
I suffer the night
When I succumb to blackness
And finally stop asking why
I suffer the night
As it battles my mind
And my spirit slowly dying
I suffer the night
As I reach for the light
And pray that my death be kind
poem by Sonya Florentino
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Tis Destiny
Though many may see it in a different way
'Tis destiny in our lives that does have the say
Our life journey our journey to destiny
To fame and to riches and to poverty.
'Tis a fact that the greatest are mortals and facts never lie
And from the day we are born to the day that we die
Destiny on our lives a huge part does play
'Tis destiny decided that I pen this today.
Many who believe in life choices will tell you that your life journey you decide
Those who ignore that you need to have luck on your side
They see your station in life as of your making not of circumstance
And they scoff at any mention of destiny or chance.
The town's wealthiest person in his fiftieth year was buried today
'Twas cancer he died of in a slow painful way
This was not of his choice of that most would agree
A slow painful death part of his life's destiny.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Choices
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
Lead into grace
Lead to corruption
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
A truth or lie has to be spoken
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
King or con has to be chosen
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Way of life complete or broken...broken
Choices
No more...choices
No more...choices
No more...choices
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
Follow truth or stutter through a lie
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Will to push or give up and fall behind
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Live with peace or nurture your tragic life
Ini-Mini-Miny-Mo
Bite the bullet or swallow it whole
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
Point the finger at yourself
There's no choice
Anymore anyway...
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore Anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
Leaders are guilty of nothing
They're perfectly insane
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who would be left to blame
They're lost system of destruction
Flush all hope down the drain
But if they'd point the finger at themselves
Who is left to blame
Who is left to blame
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
We don't have a choice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a voice
Anymore anyway
We don't have a reason
Anymore anyway
We don't have control
Anymore anyway
We don't have opinions
Anymore anyway
There's no choice in freedom
There's no voice in freedom
Freedom, buy in
Freedom, sell out
Freedom, betray
Freedom, lay down
Freedom, corrupt
Freedom, opinion
Freedom, give up
Freedom, give in
song performed by by Mudvayne
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The journey...
Death is not the end of lifes adventure
It is merely a confirmation of lifes innocence
In our youth death is one of our darkest fears
With each breath we outrun the spectre of death
But death stalks us at every turn of life
With age comes wisdom and the truth becomes clear
Death is not the end but is just a comma in our journey
It can bring an end to pain and mark a new beginning
For none can halt our return to this mortal coil
Death is merely a moment standing still for all eternity
When we say goodbye to those who share our journey
Just remember this is not the beginning of the end
It is merely the end of the beginning, the journey goes on...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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It Is Easy To Buy Death Here
It’s very easy to buy death here
And in more ways than one
No prejudice to your origin
Or your virtue, for that matter
In fact, it was two half brothers
That sought for the contract
Now the market is flooded
And the rates cheaper than usual
Death is bought by a mere slander
It’s very easy to buy death here
Cheap as the freedom they seek
If people around you mumble
As you go for the final deal
It is, but for a fleeting moment
They will forget once you are gone
Is it their bliss, the price declines?
And for those seekers, that inclines
No matter, death is a freedom away
imti Longchar
* to all the innocents killed by the two warring factions in the name of freedom in this state.
poem by imti Longchar
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