Life Remains Not The Same
life remains not the same
individuality reality cycles variant same
manifest flux growth cycles rewrites original same
all will change in due cast season changes
they you will comprehend extinction end in changes
time reaps years flutter clutter field transformation changes
life fields flesh cast body spray dye changes
thought fields perception erection passion changes
soul fields transpiration transformation resurrection changes
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Transformation Comes
Transformation comes,
To push forward...
From what has been done.
Sometimes paining with a laborious birth,
Endured.
Insuring something new...
That is introduced as glorious,
And pure.
Transformation comes.
And people do adapt to embrace this change.
Very few can block or stop it.
Or insist what had been 'before' accepted,
Remains the same.
But with each season that begins a fresh start,
To end for another.
We here who witness it...
May express our opinions and have our druthers,
Fixed and stubborn.
When transformation comes...
Everyone is powerless to resist,
Its completeness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Death Resurrection Balanced
Death
Resurrection
is the last
great gift
God
gave
to
humanity.
Cause
for great
joy.
Universal truth
thought fields
life soul fields
cannot
be destroyed
judgement
cometh
all are weighed
held
accountable
life hangs
in balance
weight
thoughts
actions
with care.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Killing Fields
Oh the lives that come and go
as the years go by
are taken by the sons of others
on the fields where they die.
Brother against brother
killing one another,
don't we wonder why?
Generation after generation
never seem to learn
that the killing fields are red with blood
as the wheels of life just turn.
The fields of the lands are meant for life
filled with so much joy.
Instead, those fields have fallen quiet
with each and every boy
that became intent on the quest for death
on the killing fields.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Field Of Joy
let's wander slowly through the fields
slowly slowly through the fields
i touch the leaves that touch the sky
just you and i through fields of joy
all trouble slowly fades away
slowly slowly fades away
i hold your hand inside my hand
across the land through fields of joy
the sound of music that we hear
the blend of colors throug the air
all cities, mountains disappear from view
all truth and beauty near to me and you
with you through the fields
with you through the fields
with you through the fields
the fields of joy
let's wander slowly through the fields
slowly slowly through the fields
i know our love will never die
just you and i
through fields of joy
through fields of joy
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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When Life Is Gone
When life is gone
No one remains in this place
Till the end of time
When life is gone
The world will be a desolate wasteland
Where only the dead remain
To soil the green fields of love and light
Forever green
When life disappears
The dead remain
The fields run red with blood
Of wars gone past and wars to be
The fields are green all is gone
All is dead
The fields are gone
The world is gone
poem by kelly Martini
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Fields Of Gold
Youll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
Youll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold
So she took her love
For to gaze awhile
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold
Will you stay with me, will you be my love
Among the fields of barley
Well forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in the fields of gold
See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold
I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that Ive broken
But I swear in the days still left
Well walk in the fields of gold
Well walk in the fields of gold
Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold
Youll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
When we walked in the fields of gold
song performed by by Sting
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Myself a Sea-gull
I threw the net in the ocean of experience, on the bank of life.
The net is but my poetry;
I sat on the chill soft sand.
Contemplating i sat on the shore of life.
I cast the net, yonder i see the waves of the sea appearing like the waving green fields.
And the foam and surf of the sea
Resembling the grains at the top, in the fields of ocean's coast.
The sea-field has the eternal harvest ready with the surf grains.
To be reaped by the sea-gulls flying like the silver-sickles
I will also love the sea of life let me become a sea-gull
Wading and flying through- singing the song of the surging sea of life;
poem by Minnoor srinivasan
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Less emphasis on inventories, I think, may tend to dampen business cycles, because business cycles are typically in the grasp of inventory cycles and heavy industry cycles.
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As God Gave Freely
As God gave freely unto me
gifts of compassion love patience time
so I also give freely unto you
in the fertile landscapes of harvest mind
have I not prepared fields broken ground
have I not sown in full measure love seed
will you now take ownership of these fields?
will you water fertilize tender growth shoots?
will you weed harvest all life love gift fields?
for 18 months more have I alone toiled prepared?
are not these fields without cost to you purchased?
did I not give sacred work all my time livelihood?
will you choose to help harvest these compassion seeds?
will you let peace love flower with purity in your minds?
will you turn swords into plough shears till peace fields?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Singing Songs Of Creativity
who will come share
a few of my soul nights
with gift conversations
between soul ritual nights
writing songs of creativity?
thought songs birth born
cycle through mind moments
creep flutter in mind focus
wonder rapture sets traps
throughout soul mind webs
come dance night magic
come dance day magic
come dance night day cycles
come dance day night cycles
come dance image heartbeats
haunting perspective kaleidoscopic
is canvas a mind mist vision sees
swim in illusive thought mind oceans
swim in perception birth river seas
embrace vortex walk through walls
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Strawberry Fields Forever
Let me take you down, cause Im going to
Strawberry fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever
Living is easy with eyes closed
Misunderstanding all you see
Its getting hard to be someone, but it all works out
It doesnt matter much to me
Let me take you down, cause Im going to
Strawberry fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever
No one, I think, is in my tree
I mean, it must be high or low
That is, you cant, you know, tune in, but its alright
That is, I think its not too bad
Let me take you down, cause Im going to
Strawberry fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever
Always, no, sometimes, think its me
But, you know, I know when its a dream
I think, er, no, I mean, er, yes, but its all wrong
That is, I think I disagree
Let me take you down, cause Im going to
Strawberry fields
Nothing is real
And nothing to get hung about
Strawberry fields forever
Strawberry fields forever
Strawberry fields forever
(cranberry sauce)
song performed by by Lennon John
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Strawberry Field Forever (Emi-remix 15.12.66)
LET ME TAKE YOU DOWN
CAUSE IM GOING TO STRAWBERRY FIELDS
NOTHING IS REAL
AND NOTHING TO GET HUNG ABOUT
STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER
LIVING IS EASY WITH EYES CLOSED
MISUNDERSTANDING ALL YOU SEE
ITS GETTING HARD TO BE SOMEONE
BUT IT ALL WORKS OUT
IT DOESNT MATTER MUCH TO ME
LET ME TAKE YOU DOWN
CAUSE IM GOING TO STRAWBERRY FIELDS...
NO ONE I THINK IS IN MY TREE
I MEAN IT MUST BE HIGH OR LOW
THAT IS YOU CANT YOU KNOW TUNE IN
BUT ITS ALL RIGHT
THAT IS I THINK ITS NOT TOO BAD
LET ME TAKE YOU DOWN
CAUSE IM GOING TO STRAWBERRY FIELDS...
ALWAYS, NO, SOMETIMES, THINK ITS ME
BUT YOU KNOW I KNOW WHEN ITS A DREAM
I THINK, ER ,NO I MEAN, ER, YES
BUT ITS ALL SO WRONG
THAT IS I THINK I DISAGREE
LET ME TAKE YOU DOWN
CAUSE IM GOING TO STRAWBERRY FIELDS
song performed by by Beatles
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Fields Of Gold
There are fields of Gold behind the little house
Filled with the greatest of treasures
Bronze, Gold and Silver
Do you remember?
Remember our childhood, Our life’s
The shinning Silver sparkling in the skies
The brightest Bronze hidden under the ground
The greatest Gold glimmering through the fields
Can you see them?
Picture it in your mind
All the times we danced
Every time we laughed
Where we used to love
Or have you forgotten?
Forgotten the good, Forgotten the bad
Every memory
Every moment
Every word
I wish you’d remember
To turn back time, So you could take me
Take me to the gold
To the fields on a summers day
To our fields, our treasure
The Silver, The Bronze
The Gold
But the treasures gone
The house still remains
The fields just as empty as the day we left
Times have changed
Our life’s have changed
Our Silver gone dull
Our Bronze all rusted
Our Gold long forgotten
It was never there
The winds of time and turns of the earth have seen to that
But I remember
I cry for the children who found the greatest of treasures and those who lost it so soon after
And I dream of dancing and singing and running and laughter, of the treasures that lie in the fields of Gold.
poem by Carrie Halliday
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Fields Of The Brave
Sometimes I close my eyes
And picture the plains
I see Buffalo Bill and the Iroquois
Riding again
Open skies, fertile ground
This was heaven on earth
That they found
We got what they gave
By their God we were saved
They were humble not depraved
These streets were afraid of
Once were the fields of the brave
The fields of the brave
Where a Chevrolet rusts
By a closed shopping mall
Can you see through the dust
Where the brave ones stood tall
Buried deep where they fell
They live on in the stories we tell
They got what they gave
By their God they were saved
And I say this as I pray
I cant help but dream of
The days these were fields of the brave
The fields of the brave
After all this time
And the struggles in between
We stand next in line
With the chance we can build on their dreams
In the
Fields of the brave
Fields of the brave
We got what they gave
In the fields of the brave
Let their spirits be saved
And I pray this on their graves
Therell be a return of
The days these were fields of the brave
The fields of the brave
song performed by by Styx
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The Proper Use of Control
Every thought and action
is a step towards creating
Paradise, here, now!
Or
It is a step towards
reinforcing and maintaining
the status quo.
This hell that we call reality.
The old and familiar
is known and comfortable.
Am I brave enough to “experiment”
with the unknown?
The unknown can be scary as hell!
Do I have the courage to change my world?
Am I brave enough to help to birth
another evolution in our species?
What better environment
to experiment with than in my family?
Among those whose love should be
given unconditionally.
I own transformation
by having faith in my “Higher Power” and,
having the courage to face my fears.
The bravest thing I have ever done
was to face my own fears.
This brought about my
most powerful transformation to date.
For I am still learning, growing and transforming.
The time for Change is at hand.
“Let go and let God”
“It works if you work it.”
“When one door closes, another door opens.”
“It isn’t courage if you do not feel fear.”
It is my life, my body, my mind,
my heart and soul.
I have the courage to apply
The proper use of control.
Control of self, rather than control of another.
poem by Emma Beverage
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Honour killing?
From your loins, bear this beautiful fruit
Surely never tastes bitter, but her suitor didn't suit
From your guarded gardens to our fields spread vast
She grew on those borders with a split in the cast
A heart from the fields had her love buried deep
and that crack in the cast Is where two cultures meet
Your unnatural actions, twisted, evil, inhumane
Understanding escapes me...she put shame upon your name?
I hope you both rot for the gift you ripped apart
Your kind god is forgiving..but for this he has no heart! !
poem by Stevie Taite
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Racing Wind Destination Unknown
gotta go now gotta go soon
racing wind destination unknown
embracing journey knowing arrivals
are but staging grounds foundations
preparing new growth departures
this life our testing by fire purification
embrace fire embrace life embrace decisions
iron ore not tested purified by fire
can never be furnace cast finest steal
yes know this ore is tortured in furnace
only in struggle testing soul is purification
achieved in soul journey to state nirvana
motivated by pain perceived great passion
all sentient beings face trial transformation
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Miracles Of Transformation
place lived in could be
a harsh barren dessert
where sudden sand storm
can strip our life to bone
God hides great serene
beauty in strange places
to teach hope in inspired
miracles of transformation
there is incredible serene beauty written...
into mysterious timeless dessert places...
once a gardener asked God for two gifts:
a beautiful plant with colourful flowers,
and a butterfly to flutter about the flowers,
to add beauty to his small potted garden:
the gardener excited waited for his flowering plant...
the beautiful butterfly he believed God would give...
the gardener prayed for forty days and forty nights:
God observing devotional faith answered his prayer;
presented him with a cactus plant and a caterpillar;
are you surprised because the gardener asked for,
a beautiful plant with amazing colorful flowers,
yet God answered his prayers with a cactus plant?
God knew the needs of the man’s faithful heart:
secrets written into his patient appreciative soul;
the gardener knew the secret ways of dessert life;
for many days the gardener thanked God for this gift,
of sacred life; to add beauty to his small potted garden:
at dawn dust all hours between; the gardener thanked,
God for the wisdom glory of this special gift bestowed:
soon the cacti bloomed with amazing colourful flowers,
and in the place of the caterpillar there was a beautiful,
stunning butterfly, to flutter about the colourful flowers:
God told that gardener old a new spiritual message.
God said “I will send my only begotten son, to be
born as flesh, like the caterpillar I gave you on the
cactus plant, to walk in the world; my man of faith”
God said “My child how you wondered,
what had happened to the caterpillar?
From where did the butterfly come? ”
God said “This mystery of life I wrote into creation”.
“I envisage transformation from your body of clay
into a body of light; as a miracle as meaningful as
the journey of a caterpillar; for my son will pass
through metamorphosis death into resurrected life!
This journey is my undeserved gift for the seed of Adam!
Original Sin will be defeated through this sinless sacrifice;
of my only begotten son; who will defeat the sting of death!
accept this ransom sacrifice my child as reconciliation;
through the blood of my son to resurrection in heaven.”
that gardener old, knew the cactus plant was the cross;
metamorphosis death was the tomb; flowers the message,
blooming in the world, through work of Holy Spirit; who
spread miraculous testament, the butterfly transformation,
resurrection of Jesus Christ; clay into restored body of light:
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Cycles
So I'm down and so I'm out
But so are many others
So I feel like tryin' to hide
My head 'neath these covers
Life is like the seasons
After winter comes the spring
So I'll keep this smile awhile
And see what tomorrow brings.
I've been told and I believe
That life is meant for livin'
And even when my chips are low
There's still some left for givin'
I've been many places
Maybe not as far as you
So I think I'll stay awhile
And see if some dreams come true.
There isn't much that I have learned
Through all my foolish years
Except that life keeps runnin' in cycles
First there's laughter
song performed by by Frank Sinatra from Cycles
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Time on my shoulder
Time sits on my shoulder
implacable
Time looks at me in the mirror
measures me as I walk
Time rides my breath
inhaling exhaling
Time condenses
with the early morning mist
swirling on the roadway
Time rises with the thermals
of heated air in the fields
flying to the setting sun
Time cycles the seasons
of the years' progression
From whence to when?
I see the faces of all the clocks
Second and minute hands circle
Numbers click and change
The spring uncoils
The pendulum swings
solemnly, steadily
Time ticks by
Time ticks by
in my pulse, in my heart
in my brain that ponders
What is Time?
How much time is left
to unravel
what Time is?
Time sits on my shoulder
The owl blinks,
time passes
poem by Tom Berman
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