Most Of Us Do Not Die All At Once
MOST OF US DO NOT DIE ALL AT ONCE
Most of us do not die all at once-
But in stages-
This man was a person -
Now he cannot speak one clear sentence-
He can lie down and he can walk still- a big blessing-
And food and drink can still be enjoyed-
But he can no longer be what he most really was
When he really was-
Yet when the machine is turned on
And he hears himself sing
As he once could
He is happy humming along to the words he can no longer say—
He is not completely who he was
But he still is some part of himself-
Whatever is left of him
Sings along with what he was
And the music of his dying life goes on.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Love Machine
Performed by the time
Love machine, yeah. hey, yeah.
Ive got the toys, 2 turn your body out
Ive got the noise, 2 make u scream and shout
The love machine will take your body higher
cause if it dont then I know ure a liar
Dont lie, u want some love that will make u cry
17 tongues licking from the neck down moving in a quickspeed circular motion
Round and round, I said it round and round,
Like u like it, I can lick it like u like it.
Ive got the toys, 2 turn your body out
Ive got the noise, 2 make u scream and shout
The love machine will take your body higher
cause if it dont then I know ure a liar
Love machine. dont bathe.
The love machine cleanses with a little faith
Like a car wash spitting out soap and oil
There aint never been a cleaner girl in the whole wide world
Turning in your bodys, psyche, dial a perfume that u like,
The love machine will put it on u right.
Ive got the toys, 2 turn your body out (think I dont)
Ive got the noise, 2 make u scream and shout
The love machine will take your body higher
cause if it dont then I know ure a liar
Hey yeah, what time it is, love machine
Love machine, what time it is, love machine
Fast or slow like a leslie goes
If u want I can give u complete control
Over your climax and over mine,
The harder u come, the longer the time, (time)
The longer the time, (higher) the longer the time,
The longer the time, the longer the time, the longer the time it takes
Love machine, the love machine.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah
Shall we say were in paris? (I dont know)
Shall we say were in rome? (we could.)
Shall we imagine a menage-a-trois? (Im too young.)
Shall we imagine were alone? (what can I say 2 that? )
Shall we dream of each other naked? (shit.)
Shall we get undressed right here? (I dont know.) (love machine)
Shall we do this thing by the books? (what are u doing 2 me? )
Shall we give in 2 our biggest fears? (the love machine) (are u afraid? )
Are u going 2 dance with me? (higher) (yes.) (love machine)
Are u going 2 going to let me spin u around? (I might.)
Are u going 2 kiss me quietly? (cant u hear me? )
Are u going 2 make love with sound? (the love machine, higher love machine)
(isnt that the way its done? )
Are u playing the part of a shadow? (I am not.)
Or are your inhibitions gone? (they are.)
Are u afraid of the love machine? (love machine) (hell no)
Or will u let it drink u till dawn, drink u till dawn.
Ive got the toys, 2 turn your body out
Ive got the noise, 2 make u scream and shout (the love machine)
Love machine
song performed by by Prince
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My Only Fear
my only fear in life
is to live that long enough
when i become no longer a
news, to you, sad or happy,
when i no longer matter
as part of your diary, when
you have already gone and
i am left still counting the days
of my exact departure, but i
of course know, that it is not
possible that we leave together,
i think, i am always destined
to be left alone
taking care of all the mess
that you are leaving and i say
'no problem', i can manage,
i am used to all these musings.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Accepting the truth
it been two years since i lost you,
and the years are going up,
it gets easier to think of you,
but having you here will be nice too,
i know you in a good place,
i just wanted you to be happy,
God took you quickly,
you no longer have pain,
i can no longer hold onto you,
and i no longer regret that,
i know you still by my side,
giving me hope and feeling,
that everything will be alright,
you don't have to be here in person,
for me to be alright,
because you taught me everything i needed,
to be the person you wanted me to be,
i don't have to be surrounded by people,
to feel like i belong,
because it only makes me feel more alone,
i don't have to be accepted,
or to appear as normal,
for people to accept me,
because i am who i am,
i won't change a thing,
and i shouldn't have to,
just to be liked,
you taught me that,
why please other people,
when it don't make me happy?
and even though i miss you,
i'm glad i don't regret you being gone,
it was a part of life i don't like,
but i can live with it,
it is what it is.
11/02/10
poem by Mona Martinez
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Sweet Music Man
I didn't listen, and I couldn't see,
And all I have left now,
Are words she gave to me
Sing me a song sweet music man,
'Cause I won't be there to hold your hand
Like I used to,
I'm through with you
You touched my soul with your beautiful song
You even had me singing along right with you
You said "I needed you"
But then you changed the words and that harmony
And you sang that song you'd written for me
To someone new
But nobody sings a love song quite like you do,
And nobody else can make me sing along,
And nobody else can make me feel
That things are right when they're wrong,
Nobody sings a love song quite like you.
Sing me a song sweet music man,
Your making a living doing one night stands
that do for you what you need them to
Your still a hell of a singer but a broken man
And you surround yourself with people who demand
So little of you
But nobody sings a love song quite like you do,
And nobody else can make me sing along,
And nobody else can make me feel,
That things are right when they're wrong
with a song,
Nobody sings a love song quite like you.
So sing me a song sad music man,
I believe in you
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What Do I Do
what do i do- when i'm old and gray
and the years have just slipped away.
what do i do- when i can no longer see
and no one around to comfort me.
what do i do- when friends and family have died.
and there are no more tears to cry.
what do i do- when i can no longer walk.
and no one around, with whom to talk.
what do i do- when i can't collect
all the money i've lent
and my life savings i've just spent.
WHAT DO I DO? i turn to the one
who has always been there
and my problems with who i could share.
i turn to the one who has never forsaken me.
and has made my heart fly free.
i turn to my GOD up above
who is my heart, my soul, my love.
he'll be there when i can no longer see
and his words will comfort me.
he'll be there when i can no longer walk
on that i'm sure he will not balk
he'll be there through my financial strife
and turn everything around in my life.
he is there every step of the way
and on this path- he will not stray.
poem by Louis Rams
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Who Has Seen The Wind
Who has seen the wind scalloping the sea
Or gliding like a swallow over villages and trees?
I have, said the willow,
And I begged him please to stay, but he went away,
He went on his own one day. and I sing
One love have i, and he sings, now its goodbye,
And I sing part of me dies until I see you again.
Who has seen the sun through a parasol of leaves,
Through scattered ruby cloud fires, through the silver wings of bees?
I have, said the waters, and I held his face to mine,
But he left in time, he went in his own good time.
And I sing one love have i, and he sings,
Now its goodbye, and I sing
Part of me dies until I see you again.
Who has seen the stranger in a coat of simple brown,
With his face of many faces, with his eyes turned out of town?
I have and I kissed him and I begged him please to stay,
But he went away, with the sun and the wind away.
And I sing one love have i, and he sings,
Now its goodbye, and I sing
Part of me dies until I see you again
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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I Am No Longer
i am no longer the girl who sits alone
i am no longer the girl without a friend
i am no longer the girl with the knife
i am no longer the girl who looks at sorrow
i am no longer the girl seeking out missery
i am no longer the girl who hates her life
i am no longer the girl wanting everything to end
i am still the girl that is unknown
i am still the girl that follows
i am still the girl thats vile
i am no longer the girl without a smile
i am still the girl who seeks
i am no longer the girl making her life bleak
i am no longer the girl with depression
i am still the girl who seeks affection
i am no longer the girl whos not fun
i am no longer the girl who runs
but those who seek shall find
poem by Megan Watts
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To A Woman Who Endured
Happy I am you no longer would be hungry
Happy your sacks today are laden with gifts
Happy the road to home no longer is weary
Happy all that has come to you pleasantly a lift
Happy of the time spent in outpouring prayers
Happy you no longer are weighed down nor bent
Happy times you dutifully waited and today the pay
Happy on your head a glorious crown, no not lent
Happy that in so doing, He did openly to all eyes to see
All people of good-will cling to you, a woman blessed
Happy you asked, He said He would, and did as He said
Now your footsteps, no longer Snowflakes tan: Blessed
poem by segun Johnson Ozique
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Frustrated! ! ! ! ! !
head is blocked with thoughts,
waiting to come out anyway they can,
nothing of what you've thought,
only because it was hiding,
deep inside where nobody get by,
don't need judgement,
that just builds up stress,
i need to release,
everything i have let build,
that has now turned into frustration,
that i no longer have a clue,
on what to do,
because everything i once was,
i can no longer be,
because of life being unfair,
i get so angry at the world,
because of what i can no longer do,
all it has left me with is feeling.....
FRUSTRATED! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Copyright © 2009
4-9-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Dead Memory
Your memory no longer lingers through my life.
You were there once and now your gone.
Your memory has died like a rose when it is cut from the rest of the world.
Your torns no longer cut my heart.
My voice no longer whispers you name,
I no longer look for you in other people in other faces.
I no longer dream of you or wish that I see you once again.
My heart no longer cries or bleeds for you, not no more.
You no longer haunt my dreams or my memories.
I finally found someone that keeps me warm at night,
I finally found someone who has helped me erase your memory.
I no longer fall and stumble but I now walk tall.
Your memory was a weight that I carried through out time
that now I am free.
I can say that I no longer love you, for you are a dead memory
poem by Elizabeth Gaytan
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We Sing History
History sings, sings what?
Violence? Peace? No.
History sings of truth…
History sings of facts,
which becomes music to our ears.
Like birds chirping
early in the morning.
We learn it. We treasure it.
We sing it… we sing it.
We became part of it.
It was always burning
since the world’s been turning…
History is an endless song.
Distressing, cheerful.
So many cries, so many deaths.
They fought for freedom,
we fight for peace.
Have we won?
Haven’t they heard we won the war
what do they keep on fighting for?
History sings of truth…
History sings of facts,
which becomes music to our ears?
Like stars gleaming
in the dark naked sky.
It’s always there.
So why sing it? Why hear it?
Why learn it? Why treasure it?
Because…
we’re part of it….
poem by Fritzner Erauda
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Sing With The Music
Sing with the music, sing high and low
sing with the music so that I will know.
So that I will know what is truly in your heart.
Sing your own song and all will take part.
Pick up the pieces, from the floor and then,
You can start a song that will have a happy end.
Forget everything, you have ever felt,
Become a part of music and let your soul melt.
Sing with the music, sing high and low,
Sing with the music so that I will know.
So that I will know what is truly in your heart.
Sing your own song
and all will take part.
poem by Vera Sidhwa
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Lost It...I Don't Know When Or
I have suddenly realized I have lost it.
I have lost the joy that was in my life.
When did that happen?
I don't know the exact day...however
as near as I can figure out, it happened
slowly. Ever so slowly...almost unperceptivly.
Of course the joy in ones life manifests itself
through that in life that one loves. And so...
mine...my joy, slowly left...as those I love were
no longer in my life. Some of it left, when I
moved...and left behind the drooping willows that
fronted the house I no longer have. The house
where so many beautiful memories were born.
Lots of it left...when the friends of a lifetime
were house in places I no longer went to. It left when
I stopped the ritual of fine dining in places where I
was known by name. It left with scores of doormen,
and servers that I had grow found of.
Most of it...most of my joy, left with family...when came
the day when holidays and other celebrations no longer
was a part of my life.
I miss the joy in my life. I miss all the loved ones
that I shall never see again. Some dead...some
scattered like leaves in the wind, to the far
corners of the earth.
As I grow older, faded memories of joy become less
vivid. Until...a day like today...when something
.or someone reminds me...
Of Lost Joy...And Fading Memories.
Of Lost Joy and Faded Memories...
I have suddenly realized I have lost it.
I have lost the joy that was in my life.
When did that happen?
I don't know the exact day...however
as near as I can figure out, it happened
slowly. Ever so slowly...almost unperceptively.
Of course the joy in ones life manifests itself
through that in life that one loves. And so...
mine...my joy, slowly left...as those I love were
no longer in my life. Some of it left, when I
moved...and left behind the drooping willows that
fronted the house I no longer have. The house
where so many beautiful memories were born.
Lots of it left...when the friends of a lifetime
were house in places I no longer went to. It left when
I stopped the ritual of fine dining in places where I
was known by name. It left with scores of doormen,
and servers that I had grow found of.
Most of it...most of my joy, left with family...when came
the day when holidays and other celebrations no longer
was a part of my life.
I miss the joy in my life. I miss all the loved ones
that I shall never see again. Some dead...some
scattered like leaves in the wind, to the far
corners of the earth.
As I grow older, faded memories of joy become less
vivid. Until...a day like today...when something
.or someone reminds me...
Of Lost Joy...And Fading Memories.
Somewhere...Somehow...I Lost It
I have suddenly realized I have lost it.
I have lost the joy that was in my life.
When did that happen?
I don't know the exact day...however
as near as I can figure out, it happened
slowly. Ever so slowly...almost unperceptively.
Of course the joy in ones life manifests itself
through that in life that one loves. And so...
mine...my joy, slowly left...as those I love were
no longer in my life. Some of it left, when I
moved...and left behind the drooping willows that
fronted the house I no longer have. The house
where so many beautiful memories were born.
Lots of it left...when the friends of a lifetime
were house in places I no longer went to. It left when
I stopped the ritual of fine dining in places where I
was known by name. It left with scores of doormen,
and servers that I had grow found of.
Most of it...most of my joy, left with family...when came
the day when holidays and other celebrations no longer
was a part of my life.
I miss the joy in my life. I miss all the loved ones
that I shall never see again. Some dead...some
scattered like leaves in the wind, to the far
corners of the earth.
As I grow older, faded memories of joy become less
vivid. Until...a day like today...when something
..or someone reminds me...
Of Lost Joy...And Fading Memories.
Of Lost Joy...And Fading Memories
I have suddenly realized I have lost it.
I have lost the joy that was in my life.
When did that happen?
I don't know the exact day...however
as near as I can figure out, it happened
slowly. Ever so slowly...almost unperceptively.
Of course the joy in ones life manifests itself
through that in life that one loves. And so...
mine...my joy, slowly left...as those I love were
no longer in my life. Some of it left, when I
moved...and left behind the drooping willows that
fronted the house I no longer have. The house
where so many beautiful memories were born.
Lots of it left...when the friends of a lifetime
were house in places I no longer went to. It left when
I stopped the ritual of fine dining in places where I
was known by name. It left with scores of doormen,
and servers that I had grow found of.
Most of it...most of my joy, left with family...when came
the day when holidays and other celebrations no longer
was a part of my life.
I miss the joy in my life. I miss all the loved ones
that I shall never see again. Some dead...some
scattered like leaves in the wind, to the far
corners of the earth.
As I grow older, faded memories of joy become less
vivid. Until...a day like today...when something
..or someone reminds me...
Of Lost Joy...And Fading Memories.
Of Lost Joy...And Fading Memories.
I have suddenly realized I have lost it.
I have lost the joy that was in my life.
When did that happen?
I don't know the exact day...however
as near as I can figure out, it happened
slowly. Ever so slowly...almost unperceptively.
Of course the joy in ones life manifests itself
through that in life that one loves. And so...
mine...my joy, slowly left...as those I love were
no longer in my life. Some of it left, when I
moved...and left behind the drooping willows that
fronted the house I no longer have. The house
where so many beautiful memories were born.
Lots of it left...when the friends of a lifetime
were house in places I no longer went to. It left when
I stopped the ritual of fine dining in places where I
was known by name. It left with scores of doormen,
and servers that I had grow found of.
Most of it...most of my joy, left with family...when came
the day when holidays and other celebrations no longer
was a part of my life.
I miss the joy in my life. I miss all the loved ones
that I shall never see again. Some dead...some
scattered like leaves in the wind, to the far
corners of the earth.
As I grow older, faded memories of joy become less
vivid. Until...a day like today...when something
.or someone reminds me...
Of Lost Joy...And Fading Memories.
Of Lost Joy...And Fading Memories
I have suddenly realized I have lost it.
I have lost the joy that was in my life.
When did that happen?
I don't know the exact day...however
as near as I can figure out, it happened
slowly. Ever so slowly...almost imperceptibly
Of course the joy in ones life manifests itself
through that in life that one loves. And so...
mine...my joy, slowly left...as those I love were
no longer in my life. Some of it left, when I
moved...and left behind the drooping willows that
fronted the house I no longer have. The house
where so many beautiful memories were born.
Lots of it left...when the friends of a lifetime
were house in places I no longer went to. It left when
I stopped the ritual of fine dining in places where I
was known by name. It left with scores of doormen,
and servers that I had grow found of.
Most of it...most of my joy, left with family...when came
the day when holidays and other celebrations no longer
was a part of my life.
I miss the joy in my life. I miss all the loved ones
that I shall never see again. Some dead...some
scattered like leaves in the wind, to the far
corners of the earth.
As I grow older, faded memories of joy become less
vivid. Until...a day like today...when something
.or someone reminds me...
Of Lost Joy...And Fading Memories
.
Fading Memories
I have suddenly realized I have lost it.
I have lost the joy that was in my life.
When did that happen?
I don't know the exact day...however
as near as I can figure out, it happened
slowly. Ever so slowly...almost unperceptively.
Of course the joy in ones life manifests itself
through that in life that one loves. And so...
mine...my joy, slowly left...as those I love were
no longer in my life. Some of it left, when I
moved...and left behind the drooping willows that
fronted the house I no longer have. The house
where so many beautiful memories were born.
Lots of it left...when the friends of a lifetime
were house in places I no longer went to. It left when
I stopped the ritual of fine dining in places where I
was known by name. It left with scores of doormen,
and servers that I had grow found of.
Most of it...most of my joy, left with family...when came
the day when holidays and other celebrations no longer
was a part of my life.
I miss the joy in my life. I miss all the loved ones
that I shall never see again. Some dead...some
scattered like leaves in the wind, to the far
corners of the earth.
As I grow older, faded memories of joy become less
vivid. Until...a day like today...when something
.or someone reminds me...
Of Lost Joy...And Fading Memories.
I choose to no longer be a victim of people hate
i no longer play the victim,
that no longer who i am,
i'm the girl who finds my own way,
not afraid to ask for help,
cuz it will only help me go far,
i no longer play the victim,
i can do for myself,
even when i'm injured,
i will find my way,
don't feel sorry for me,
i'm no longer the victim,
i say what's on my mind,
and bite my tongue,
when i will only create more drama,
it who i am, and who i will continue to be,
no longer a victim,
to people hating who i want to be,
to me hating where i can't be,
action speak louder than words,
and right now they are saying,
'DON'T BE A VICTIM OF ANY KIND ANYMORE! '
poem by Mona Martinez
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