What Is There Written In The Depths Deep Therein?
Who has the courage
to look into the depths?
Of their own immortal soul
to read what is written there?
How often across the scores of years
the same sentiments keep reoccurring!
How often have you heard?
‘I do not want you to see the truth
To see too far into the depths of my soul’
It seems only a few dare
look into their own souls!
To see what is there written
in the depths deep therein!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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For Him I Know Not: Viii
i never really explored
the depths of this soul
that people talk so much of
but when your eyes first met mine
and the lashes moved on their own
in disbelief if it's all for real
that nth part of a wink
i knew what eternity is all about
in that eternity i dived
deep into those unknown depths
ever since
i've been waiting at those
invisible depths...
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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De Profundis
Out of the dark depths
of my soul,
my love for you appears.
When it’s dark
round me,
you are the one
that brings light to my life.
Somewhere in my depths
the seed was already sown
to love you,
before I even knew you.
At times pieces
just fits together
and enhances each other
and that how it is
with you and me.
[Reference: De Profundis 'Out of the depths']
poem by Gert Strydom
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Enormity Of Accomplishment
an enormity of time accomplishment
attained may be perspective perceived
by diving depths of thoughts pursued
few venture beneath surface appearances
delve deep to uncover hidden depths
few dare spotlight interior sea own minds
accountability dares not venture out of shallows
offshore rips may drag out swimmer drown at sea
divers strap on tanks breathe new weighted depths
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Out of the depths, O Lord, out of the depths,' begins the most beautiful of the services of our church, and it is out of the depths of my life that I must bring the incidents of this story.
quote by Hall Caine
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Parachute jump
While I stood at the door
I noticed
how the depths can suck you in,
can paralyse your heart and soul.
With parachute
strapped to me I learnt
that there are things
much deeper than fun
and that pain and pleasure
has a very fine dividing line
and that reality
is the master of situations
but that the heart
talks its own language
sometimes past reason
and almost unwilling
I was dragged along,
did I dare me
into your depths
to fall into you
past slippery cliffs
and read the wind, the weather,
the change of atmosphere
deep in your eyes
and you converted me
from explorer, scout and soldier
and taught me something about life
while I tried
to make a safe landing
and we were still
lying in each other’s arms.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A River Flows
Where does the river flow
if not to you?
How deep its depths
if these
are not yours?
How broad is the river bank?
Broad enough
for the tug-boats
to push my heart along.
If there are fish in the river,
they sing your name
open-mouthed,
fish-style,
making tiny bubbles float
up, up to the river surface
where they pop
spread
announcing to the Firmament
that Love lives just below
the deep river flows.
Yes, you and I
are the river;
we flow,
run deep
down to that
ocean-mix
in which
our souls
swirl.
Mix me then
in depths deep.
Mix you then
amid this ocean sweep
and all else,
for me
becomes meaningless
so great
is our Soul Mixed
Ocean Bliss.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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People who comprehend a thing to its very depths rarely stay faithful to it forever. For they have brought its depths into the light of day: and in the depths there is always much that is unpleasant to see.
Friedrich Nietzsche in Human, All Too Human
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One Earthquake at a Time
Upheaval can take millions of years to start,
Then mountains pile up and sea beds tear apart,
When land crashes into another piece of land,
Things disappear in the sand.
The history of the world, written in rock,
Reveals results of the after shock,
Years of cracks show the sign,
Things change one Earthquake at a time.
The value of life devoid of the crap,
Becomes acute on a rearranged map,
The depths of the earth reach the depths of the mind,
One Earthquake at a time.
poem by Richard Jarboe
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I am touched and will not be able to sleep
he touched her
thru the fingers
of his poem
about the deep
night and the
sleepless one
a true story about
him and her
writing, deep,
deep into the night,
about sleeplessness,
why?
did he not tell her once
that he never sleeps?
did she not believe him?
did he not tell her
that his poems come
in the depths of darkness
from the dark recesses of
his dimming soul?
at a time when twilights
have not even sprouted
yet?
that his deep thoughts
come like some strangers
capricious and whimsical
and on shorter notice
leave without goodbyes?
now, the cycle grips him
again, he writes unceasingly
like he is being chased by
his own ghosts,
like he is one cat
disturbed by the shadow
of his own rebelling tail,
he shall write,
and if she too
is not sleeping at all,
tonight
then she must write,
like him as if both of
them are twins
in thoughts,
and if there is nothing to
be written, why not read
and tell him what he is
blindly writing?
perhaps,
he will soon understand
his very own tragedies
perhaps she can figure
out the answers in his
written works
she must touch him,
like her brother or even
like her lover
and even kiss him
and he will sleep,
perhaps, soundly, tamed
by the softness of her love
perhaps, the answer to
all his questions.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Self-Knowledge XVII
And a man said, "Speak to us of Self-Knowledge."
And he answered, saying:
Your hearts know in silence the secrets of the days and the nights.
But your ears thirst for the sound of your heart's knowledge.
You would know in words that which you have always know in thought.
You would touch with your fingers the naked body of your dreams.
And it is well you should.
The hidden well-spring of your soul must needs rise and run murmuring to the sea;
And the treasure of your infinite depths would be revealed to your eyes.
But let there be no scales to weigh your unknown treasure;
And seek not the depths of your knowledge with staff or sounding line.
For self is a sea boundless and measureless.
Say not, "I have found the truth," but rather, "I have found a truth."
Say not, "I have found the path of the soul." Say rather, "I have met the soul walking upon my path."
For the soul walks upon all paths.
The soul walks not upon a line, neither does it grow like a reed.
The soul unfolds itself, like a lotus of countless petals.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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Depths
Down in the depths of the great blue sea.
I drown in sorow and boundless selfpity.
Ghosts of the past haunt so eriely.
Ever time I near the surface,
demons down below grab with ill purpose.
To beat and plunder what hope is left,
I now drown here in these hopless depths
I wander through to ry and find my way.
To a new life a brighter better day.
On and on the journey goes,
continually stepping on others toes.
Every time I learn a lesson a trapis sprung,
I start regrettin.
Drowning in these horrid depths.
Please save my soul it's close to death.
poem by Michael McParland
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In the Depths of Solitude
I exist in the depths of solitude,
Pondering my true goal,
Trying to find peace of mind,
And still preserve my soul,
Constantly yearning to be accepted,
And from all receiving respect,
Never compromising but sometimes,
Risky,
And that is my only regret,
A young heart with an old soul,
How can there be peace?
How can I be in the depths of solitude?
When there are two inside of me?
This duo in me causes the perfect opportunity,
To learn and live twice as fast,
As those who accept simplicity.
In The Depths of Solitude
i exist in the depths of solitude
pondering my true goal
trying 2 find peace of mind
and still preserve my soul
constantly yearning 2 be accepted
and from all receive respect
never comprising but sometimes risky
and that is my only regret
a young heart with an old soul
how can there be peace
how can i be in the depths of solitude
when there r 2 inside of me
this duo within me causes
the perfect oppurtunity
2 learn and live twice as fast
as those who accept simplicity
poem by Tupac Shakur
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The Real Depths Of Love We Do Not Know (Roundelay)
In the morning we are awakening
to the rising sun as a shining thing,
during the year seasons come and they go;
while the real depths of love we do not know.
From a baby’s first inquiring small cry,
until the very day that we do die
endlessly rivers to the sea do flow;
while the real depths of love we do not know.
From the very act of our own creation
to sin our parents had an invitation
and by his own death God did his love show,
while the real depths of love we do not know.
We teach each child, our own daughter and son,
the principles of love until we are gone,
while the wind eternally dies and blow;
while the real depths of love we do not know.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The lies
Crawling into my bed, with innocent eyes,
hunting my fantasies, Why? 'I ask myself'
Why? the lies. The barbarous lies, coming
out of your mouth; I pity myself, but even
more the depths of your soul.That holds a
deep sharp tongue; the lies have spoken
your hazarding thoughts. Shame will hunt
you down, when the Angel's of heaven
manifest their anguish. The lies I believed
in; will speak back to you. And torment you
like a prison sentence, the angels of heaven
will never entwine, with hell and fire. I am the
heaven you are the fire that burns the pure
and holds the wicked.The lies that come from
the heart of evil. The lies will never conquer the
depths of my thoughts, nor the truth of my soul,
the lies will eat you alive, and keep you from
the bliss and joys, becoming like knives through
your tongue. The lies that grow in your twisted
mind.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Psalm 107
Those who wander far from God
And find no place to dwell
they begin to hunger and to thirst
As they approach the gates of hell
Then they cried out unto God
In the depths of their distress
He delivered them and set them free
And they thanked Him for His goodness
He satisfies the longing soul
He fills the hungry heart
He gives living water from above
And every soul a brand new start
Those who dwell in darkness
And refuse to hear their God
Their hearts are brought down very low
As they rebel against God's word
Then they cried out unto God
In the depths of their distress
He delivered them and set them free
And they thanked Him for His goodness
He has broken down the gates of bronze
And cut the bars of iron in two
The gates of hell shall not prevent
The Lord and what He has to do
Those who say there is no God
Are fools and are afflicted
Their sins will lead them near to death
Unless they are convicted
Then they cried out unto God
In the depths of their distress
He delivered them and set them free
And they thanked Him for His goodness
Gods children often times are caught
In storms that God did send
They discover that they need Gods help
As they come to their wits end
Then they cried out unto God
In the depths of their distress
He delivered them and set them free
And they thanked Him for His goodness
God hears the cries of those who call
He creates rivers in the barren place
But the proud mans voice is never heard
From them He turns His holy face
poem by Frank McEleny
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The Serpent Is Rising
Written by john curulewski, chuck lofrano
Lead vocals by john curulewski
In the abyss of space
From the center of time
A superman race
Moves the serpent to climb
The journey has lasted
Seven ages or more
Life after life
Must pass through the door
The secret revealed
When you leave your cave
Is a glory of thunder
And life from the grave
The serpent is rising
Uncoiling in your spine
Bringing you light
From the depths of your mind
The people have massed
In the center of town
We drink from a glass
And the world turns around
The serpent is rising
Uncoiling in your spine
Bringing you light
From the depths of your mind
The serpent is rising
Uncoiling in your spine
Bringing you light
From the depths of your mind
The serpent is rising
Uncoiling in your spine
Bringing you light
From the depths of your mind
song performed by by Styx
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I Am On The Edge Of My Own Universe
I AM ON THE EDGE OF MY OWN UNIVERSE
I am on the edge of my own universe
Not going higher
About to fall-
Drawn back into the depths of the depths of the depths
Of my own deadly despair.
I am on the edge of life with others-
One small step across
And I am there -
The wide worlds open before me
The sky all light
Nothing in my way-
And I move freely
From where I am
To where I will be next
Happy in mind
Unable to fall-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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My Heart Is Like An Ocean
my heart is like an ocean
cold, dark, deep and black
with strange, dark, mysterious things
hidden in the depths
as men get lost at see
so does the rhythmic beatings of my heart
and like the waves of cold and salt wash over the sandy beaches
so of waves of sorrow and despair wash over my cold lifeless heart
my heart is like an ocean
cold, dark, deep and black
an as little creatures slowly eat away at the depths
so do my secrets, hopes and desires, eat away at he depths of my heart
poem by Zooey Lichty
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You stay the one
Your eyes are oceans
on which I sail at times
and sometimes cannot fathom
the depths of it.
Your mouth is a hurricane
that folds around me
and catch my thoughts.
Your hands are like flames
with heat
burning through my whole body
Your breasts are peaks
rising fierce against the heaven
catching my eyes
and your body is a harbour
that shelters me
against the pounding storms,
but you stay the one who understands
and knows the depths
of my soul.
poem by Gert Strydom
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