Judgement Destiny
Suck the wind
out of my sails
my Lord
or send
me forth upon journeys
to far distant seas
either way
I walk forth boldly to day
of destinies
many roads may
be taken
but all shall be taken
overcome bend
the knee take
your place in histories
ultimate conclusion
when clock
runs down to judgement destinies.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Who Are You To Judge My Pain
Just asked you to be friends
I was extended my hands
Just I was in need of friend
How hurts to be ignored for the destinies bad game
People how can you be so unfair
Your pities are dead When I have a pain
how hard is to be blamed
For destinies bad game
The life is not for all of us the same
While the destinies sharp hand
Slaps us a pain
Yet for the pain you people blame
Who are you to judge my pain
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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It may be that the old astrologers had the truth exactly reversed, when they believed that the stars controlled the destinies of men. The time may come when men control the destinies of stars.
Arthur C. Clarke in First on the Moon (1970)
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The Promise
she was alone
in that nipa shack
for her children
were gone
seeking their own
destinies
in the city
this was her farm
this muddy place
we met this morning
as i was taking my walk
passing by her
lonely place
she was there
and we talked
she was talking about
how her medicine
made her dizzy
and was asking for
herbs as
substitute
she died
an hour ago
before i came back
to bring
the banaba leaves
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To The River
They are master and slave
We are sunlight and shadow
All roads to the river
I am lost. I am saved
Im beloved and betrayed
All roads to the river
Chorus:
And the river runs wide
And the river runs deep
And I spit in the eye
Of safe company
When I dive right down
To the undertow
Well, the deeper I drown
Lord, the higher Ill go
I am whispering dreams
I am howling revolutions
All roads to the river
I am valentine sweet
And I live in this nightmare
All roads to the river
Chorus:
And the river runs wide
The river runs deep
And I spit in the eye
Of safe company
When I dive right down
To the undertow
Well, the deeper I drown
Lord, the higher Ill go
This is nothing like we planned
Thats the way its always been
All roads to the river
I have hated and I have loved
I have prayed and I have sinned
All roads to the river
Chorus:
And the river runs wide
The river runs deep
And I spit in the eye
Of safe company
When I dive right down
To the undertow
Well, the deeper I drown
Lord, the higher Ill go
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Man Sails The Deep Awhile
MAN sails the deep awhile;
Loud runs the roaring tide;
The seas are wild and wide;
O'er many a salt, o'er many a desert mile,
The unchained breakers ride,
The quivering stars beguile.
Hope bears the sole command;
Hope, with unshaken eyes,
Sees flaw and storm arise;
Hope, the good steersman, with unwearying hand,
Steers, under changing skies,
Unchanged toward the land.
O wind that bravely blows!
O hope that sails with all
Where stars and voices call!
O ship undaunted that forever goes
Where God, her admiral,
His battle signal shows!
What though the seas and wind
Far on the deep should whelm
Colours and sails and helm?
There, too, you touch that port that you designed -
There, in the mid-seas' realm,
Shall you that haven find.
Well hast thou sailed: now die,
To die is not to sleep.
Still your true course you keep,
O sailor soul, still sailing for the sky;
And fifty fathom deep
Your colours still shall fly.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Psalm 20
The battle belongs to the Lord
They are many and kicking up dust
In the day of trouble my enemy comes
In you alone will I place my trust
For the Lord our Saviour keeps His children
And in this fulfills their desire
In the field of battle the enemy falls
He ran into Gods furious fire
Who shall stand when our King comes forth
Mighty and glorious to fight
The enemy runs but there's nowehere to hide
For He puts ten thousand to flight
So now is the time to bend your knee
And acknowledge the name above names
For the Lord is coming to judge the earth
Not by flood but surely by flames
poem by Frank McEleny
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The Purpose
deep in my heart i know
roads always lead us
to our destinations, that
dreams are born because
they are meant to grow
and to bloom and become
flowers in our midst, that
our wishes shall become true
that rivers always arrive at the
sea of their destinies that
someday i shall be the perfect
self that i shall become that at
the end i will be beyond what
i am today.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Migration’s March
Drawn time now calls upon...
those free but yet not free.
Day called homeward yearning turn...
beyond most distant sea.
Home not where thou left
beloved. Time lost... Washed... Irritant...
Birthplace... dreamers forever flee.
Home hanging out place... heading off head.
Destinies pace; movement decrees;
Ultimately decisively; each resting place to be.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Young Mother
In dreadful times of tears and war
She sails, a little fixed star,
Or like a little ship she glides
With gentle winds and favouring tides
Up to the harbour bar.
Wrapped in all mild tranquillities
She muses: inward gaze her eyes;
And lest she slip upon a stone
Gabriel or some shining one
Guards her high destinies.
No rumour reaches her at all,
Beyond her safe encompassing wall,
Of a mad world that slays and slays:
She sees a little one that plays
And sleeps at evenfall.
She is in the House of Life: and where
She goes the angels bend to her,
A little secret garden-close,
Sweet with the lily and the rose,
With frankincense and myrrh.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Life is the soul's nursery--Its training place for the destinies of eternity.
quote by William Makepeace Thackeray
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Releasing and Receiving Gladness
I want my words to reach and heal you,
Like yours do that for me.
I want to say more than what has been said...
About why we are here and our destinies.
If I expressed to you my love,
I'm returning what I receive.
I know this may sound crazy to you...
But I 'feel' you...
And every thought with me you leave!
When I project my wishes,
For you to have the best...
I want you to receive that as if a gift.
A gift accepted,
From me you get!
My thoughts are quite mental...
Not physically confined!
You are there inside my heart.
And in my mind,
There you are all the time!
I want my words to reach and heal you,
Like yours do that for me.
I want to say more than what has been said...
About why we are here and our destinies.
And when I close my eyes,
I surround you with happiness.
You may not hear my voice at all,
But I am there...
Sharing my peace,
And releasing and receiving gladness!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Colors Of The Life
We are not the same as we were at past
The years took away our happiness
We cant return back those innocent children with their wide smiles
There is nothing to do those years have gone
Like you've said my friend we cant change the destiny
We have to live in peace with ous destinies
The years took away our happiness
The purple dreams of us, faded away at once
We were like two strangers but some how we have met again
What could be the reason! It's just the destinies game
Both of us lonely, both of us painful
But we were strong enough to face the sharp storms of life
Dough we are trying to hide the tears of our hearts
But the life was unfair for the both of us
But never mind my friend I still have the faith
That we will find again the colors of the life.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Destiny Leads The Way
All through your great life journey you follow your destiny
And where you are living at today is where you are meant to be
And whether you live in your Hometown or from there live far away
It all goes back to destiny where you are at today
We make our own decisions and for our mistakes we pay
Yet in the course of our destiny we do not have a say
From the moment we are born our pathways through life are paved
And the destinies of our life's journeys in our souls are engraved
Though many will tell you differently they say our life's journey is our own choice
But destiny the silent one never does heed advice
And even those who do not believe in it follow it every day
Where-ever their journeys take them to destiny leads the way
And whether you travel far from home or live in your own country-side
Destiny of seven letters your life's journey decide.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Flag of our Destinies
With our boundaries swung to the circling seas and a nation named to the world!
And the six-starred flag of our destinies on every port unfurled!
God grant from Greed or the dust of sleep – or the right by a lie maintained –
From all save our blood, if we must, we’ll keep the silver and blue unstained!
We yield no praise and we speak no blame, for our history ‘s weeds and flowers –
But the work of a hundred years we claim as our father’s work and ours!
Through peace to prosper or war to save – wherever the future runs –
May God make noble and strong and brave the hearts of our father’s sons.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Belfast To Boston
There are rifles buried in the countryside for the rising of the moon
May they lie there long forgotten till they rust away into the ground
Who will bend this ancient hatred, will the killing to an end
Who will swallow long injustice, take the devil for a country man
Who will say "this far no further, oh lord, if I die today"
Send no weapons no more money. Send no vengeance across the seas
Just the blessing of forgiveness for my new countryman and me
Missing brothers, martyred fellows, silent children in the ground
Could we but hear them could they not tell us
"Time to lay God's rifle down"
Who will say this far no further, oh Lord, if I die today.
song performed by by James Taylor
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I will make my meaning more clear when I say that I think right and wrong are both tools which are being wielded by those great hands which are shaping the destinies of the universe, that both are making for improvement; but that the action of the one is immediate, and that of the other more slow, but none the less certain. Our own distinction of right and wrong is founded too much upon the immediate convenience of the community, and does not inquire sufficiently deeply into the ultimate effect.
quote by Arthur Conan Doyle
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Bends In The Road
As we journey down here to and fro, we never know where pathways go,
We can never see around the bend, to where that present path may end.
We can plan straight all our courses, as we rely upon our own resources,
In spite of all the time you spend, we never know what’s around the bend.
With many a roads having a bend, we need a source on which to depend.
You can use the source of a friend, but no man knows every road’s bend.
There is one who knows every course, who truly is a much higher source,
And that One is The Lord Jesus Christ, The Shepherd of pathways in life.
Friend all roads have bends in this life, sometimes causing pain and strife.
Christ can help you down any road; He’s always ready to lighten our load.
The Lord will lead you down any path, guiding you with His Rod and Staff.
Christ will always see you through, always knowing where you’re going to.
A bend could simply be in God’s plan, this to lead you to The Son of Man,
As God could use a sticky bend, to help you consider where you may end,
Bends in the road can help you see, that you need to think about eternity.
Before the end of this earthly course, men need to seek an eternal source.
There’s a final bend for you and me, and this bend shall begin an eternity.
Did you ever take the time my friend, and ponder where your life will end?
There is one who knows every bend, and where in eternity you will spend,
So take some time to seek Jesus Christ, and let that bend be Eternal Life.
(Copyright ©05/2006)
Diseases
When do cries bleed from diseases?
Where are the destinies and denizens?
My illness carried magic, little ones,
The little one will answer us suddenly.
Our houses of horror carry an armchair
In which I sit and bend like heaven.
The drag course is danger, like opening
And closing us foolishly.
Crying is like weeping in the whole month,
Up in the clouds of the mountains.
poem by Naveed Akram
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She's Not My Girlfriend
Her heart is in my hand
It shivers like a toad
She tries to understand the
Tiny lump that's down inside her throat
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Her head is in my lap
It twists and coughs and sings
Her hair is in my grasp
It hangs and swings like swollen strings
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Her face is inside out
An open book report
I read what she's about
And she's filled with words that hurt
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Sometimes I want her in
Sometimes I want her out
My perception of sin
Is filled with pain and fear and doubt
She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
Her clothes are on the ground
A crumpled rainbow mass
She's scattered all around
And she's scattered now like broken glass
It goes
Suck suck
Suck suck
Suck suck
Sometimes I want her in
Sometimes I want her out
My perception of sin
Is filled with pain and fear and doubt
She she she she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend
No no, I'm not who you think I am
She she, she isn't my girlfriend
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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Enfolds me aptly
A wind runs on my face - a billow of rain.
and I to blunt the cold - a glassy cockle
it is a comely face in my mist, and pain,
and to conflate 'em with glance, in focal..
So it was you, absently, to speak, in mind
was it my drift, a dalliance, but dead,
to go under a snowy quilt, dull and blind,
maybe to stop my messaging, that bled.
I felt, my ebullience was a Naiad's bliss,
expanded in ethereal, nightly backdrops,
her tales brought to me a kind Abyss,
full of caresses, dulcet treats an' nyctalops.
To disinherit this entropy of bluish grip
around my wrist; also diffused in waves,
she ruled my foolish notions ever since,
with an urge to embrace again - in grave.
A spilled flow of Crimson log, my loss,
oblating to empty dreams, I exit lines,
of horizontal destinies in darkened chaos,
her windy tears of solitude, in brines.
So, I open my glassy sails in bridal space
so happy is my heart and beating madly,
a cold wind is blowing, icy on my face,
an open Chaos under me enfolds me aptly.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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