Brain's Mirror
Things are different now
Things are very different
Mine eyes when still, reminisce
Mine eyes when still, remember
That day when I ceased to individualize
That day when I ceased to materialize
I found solitude in our “used-to’s”
I found solitude in old mementos
Sometimes I jump off point reality
Sometimes I escape reality
To where there is peace and harmony
To where there is you and me
poem by Eljay Ladia
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Bothers!
MY TEARS HAVE CEASED TO DRIP FROM MINE EYES!
MY PAINS HAVE CEASED TO AMAZE ME!
THE DISTANCES OF THE JOURNEYS HAVE CEASED TO MATTER TO ME!
BUT, I STILL AM IN DIFFICULTY IN IGNORING THE PESTILENCES OF THE CHRISTIANS!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Gotta Have You
Never been too much for watching
Cause theres too many things to view
And when eyes begin to wander
They more than likely never get through
But beyond my own temptation
Im enticed by what I see
And I wont feel satisfaction
Until shes where I want her to be
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
I gotta make you my reality
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
Come on girl, make you my reality
Never been too much for talking
Cause theres too many things to say
And by the time that I start speaking
The right moment has slipped away
But I must break this old tradition
And try to muster up the words
And though someone else may have said them
Ill say them in way youve never heard
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
Ive gotta make you my reality
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
Come on girl, make you my reality
Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be reality, baby
Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be reality, baby
(repeat)
Never been too much for touching
Cause theres too many things to feel
Plus theres too much disappointment
When you find out those feelings aint real
But heres a time when inner senses
Are gonna have to shine the light
Cause I have overly committed
Myself in thinking that youre alright
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
I gotta make you my reality
I gotta have you, I gotta have you
I gotta have you for me
You are a sight for sore eyes to see
Come on girl, make you my reality
Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be reality, baby
Gotta be, gotta be, gotta be reality, baby
(repeat)
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Sweet Dreams
Sweet dreams are made of many things
The different thoughts that we constantly think
The very things that that lie in our fantasies
And create a thought that's tenaciously sweet
That we savor so much while soundly asleep
Things that can only happen in dreams
My sweet dreams are made of you
The perfect moments and the perfect gloom
The perfect place and the perfect dream
But whatever could be more perfect than you?
Is only what I can conjure in my sleep
Life is a reality and dreams are the opposite
It's the time we find peace from every worry
It's a place where every story has a happy ending
It's a place where every person has a chance to be happy
It's a place where you and I have a happy ending
A cradle song before we sleep
And escape the grimes of reality
And the things that keep you away from me
Life is a reality and dreams are the opposite
Dreams are the sweetest and life is life
In my dreams you and I are happy
But in reality... life is life.
Sweet dreams are made of many things
And mine are made of you
poem by Hafeni Nghidinua
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The worlds in my heart
I gather the world up in my heart
Step into solitude then fall apart
I'll never tell you what storms are going on in my head,
my tradgedies are mine and better left unsaid
ill never drag you into whats not yours
because ill like you better if your left pure
Im pretty undiscriable,
because i dont even no myself
you might from what youve seen
but then again i always instigate and say what i dont mean
But when destinys dealt my cards
And if it hits hard
all i know is
ill hit back and mend my heart
So what can i do
you cant really walk in my shoes
because ill never let you
My mind is mine
I cant escape it and i cant share it
So why let someone else suffer cuz they cant bear it
I see things ill never repeat
I never feel the tradgedies when they creep
And when it hits i dont feel at all
when all eyes are on me i project something so my status doesnt fall
But when everythings quiet and dark
Ill gather the world up into my heart step in to solitude then fall apart
poem by Lauren Owens
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The worlds in my heart
I gather the world up in my heart
Step into solitude then fall apart
I'll never tell you what storms are going on in my head,
my tradgedies are mine and better left unsaid
ill never drag you into whats not yours
because ill like you better if your left pure
Im pretty undiscriable,
because i dont even no myself
you might from what youve seen
but then again i always instigate and say what i dont mean
But when destinys dealt my cards
And if it hits hard
all i know is
ill hit back and mend my heart
So what can i do
you cant really walk in my shoes
because ill never let you
My mind is mine
I cant escape it and i cant share it
So why let someone else suffer cuz they cant bear it
I see things ill never repeat
I never feel the tradgedies when they creep
And when it hits i dont feel at all
when all eyes are on me i project something so my status doesnt fall
But when everythings quiet and dark
Ill gather the world up into my heart step in to solitude then fall apart
poem by Twilighter dazzzler
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We Tell Ourselves
I oughta know the look in anothers eyes
When theres something on their mind
I think I saw that look in a lovers eyes
They were looking into mine
Like we both had found the one we want
But found the one we wanted just quit trying
So we tell ourselves that what we found is what we meant to find
Thats what we tell ourselves
You wont believe the things
A heart could tell a mind
Somehow we sell ourselves on love
I just dont think Ill believe my heart this time
I oughta know the language well
Ive heard me tell myself these things before
I finally made my mind up
My heart tells me to look for something more
Determined not to wind up wondering was she the one
Well, you never can be sure
Chorus
song performed by by Clint Black
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Evening Litany
It has so often been said that some people
Create dreams, and others live them…
If I were offered reality, I would refuse it-
Even in my most profound moments of madness, as I live in fear…
If friendship were offered to me, I may accept it, but
With care and caution, for I do not trust many…
-Although- if a tune was played, I would sing to it, because
Music brings to me peace and joy, as it uplifts my wounded spirit…
If one brought me incense, I would let it permeate my castle, for
Its sweetness and delicate scent would soothe me and calm my
Tormented soul…
If the whole world wished to trade with me their madding crowd to
My solitude, I would say” No”, for in
My solitude, I have found freedom of expression of my
Inner creative self, and-
If I were offered the world,
I could never part with my dreams,
For it is in these dreams that I have created,
I have found a home…
Claudia Krizay
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Whose Reality?
Whose reality have we found ourselves in?
The reality given to us by those who sin.
Break out of it I say. There is a way.
Picture yourself in a world of peace
that has no sinners lurking around.
Shut the door on everything else
and what is it you've found?
You're a hermit.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I Close My Eyes
I close my eyes hearing my heart beat.
I go deep into a place where it's only me.
I ask myself if this is a dream,
but I realize that I am not asleep
This place my only peace,
away from the harshness of reality.
No one's here but me.
There's no pain or the need to weep.
My suffering has ceased.
I am now at ease.
poem by Rayana King
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A Bolthole
Everyone needs a bolthole
where you can run off to.
Somewhere to go
to let your hair down
around like minded
who don’t really care.
A place where you can
find solitude
and laughter.
Where you can disappear
to escape all the problems
that might be troubling you.
I am lucky I found mine
where I can act a different life,
be a different person
with none of the world’s
troubles and strife.
17 March 2008
poem by David Harris
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Solitude....
Solitude is good
just hide from everyone in the dark
cave,
I want to dig my nails
into my own flesh,
to see if I am still alive?
and guess,
How it feels to see someone else suffer?
Yet, you can't do a thing
a darn bloody thing
to help,
to ease their pain
and suffering
yes, solitude is good
hide away from reality
the daily grind of life
not the one you see on
a big silver screen or the screen
of a TV
reality, not the kind in a town call Mayberry
or a town like Beverly Hills
Solitude is good
and I need one, OR
I want to overdose on drugs
to put my mind to sleep and rest
send myself to a world
that I have seen in movies and
read about in books
full of colorful pages of life and happy People
loving each other in a psychedelic rave
but reality bites
it's a poisonous pill
that you swallow
to move from one stage to the other
and just have to marry misery
and live and suffer in disgrace
and to see people in awfully
miserable pain.....
yes, solitude is good.
poem by Khalid Hameed
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A Reality
If today in your feeling tone I am Saint
then tomorrow if your feelings change
I can then be transformed into Satan.
If I am steady most and not either
then clearly then Reality for me is the same
and your feelings about me must be in disconnect
and not rooted in who I really am.
If Mind changes its stripes
and truth today can become tomorrow false
how then is Mind rooted in Reality, which we agree
undergoes no change.
If spirit too can vacillate from exaltation to low depression
what is then steady most in our universe?
If all of the elements in our periodic table are in constant flux
losing and gaining electrons
and existing one minute but not the next
what then is the nature of any Unchanging Reality?
Clearly then all is in flux and who I am today may not be
who I will be tomorrow.
Good news this and bad news too, because how can I predict
the who I will be and if I will like Who Now better than Who Tomorrow?
Some question then if all things change, then what then is doing the changing; they point to Consciousness. If things change who is tracking steady-state all that changes and recording it? The self? Is Self and Consciousness that steady state beneath all things changing? Or do they too change from time to time?
Puzzling this.
So when one is told 'Get in touch with Reality' what the hell could that possibly mean-yours, mine today, mine tomorrow, yours now, or yours which will will surely change tomorrow too?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Solitary Man
Sometimes I feel like a solitary man.
Under the night sky writing what I can.
No one else is moving or driving cars.
The world belongs to me under the stars.
While pondering in my solitude
Without a thought or plan,
Thoughts jump into the mind
Of this solitary man.
I don't know where they come from.
They are just my own surprise.
Sometimes I'd swear that they have come
Through a different set of eyes.
In prison I know that solitary
Can drive a person mad.
But in those I once sent there,
For the solitude they seem glad.
The Lord needed His solitude
For at one time forty days.
And again when in the garden,
Where for the souls of men He prayed.
So in my time of solitude
I also have time to pray.
It's when I feel the closest,
To Him in my night each day!
poem by Robert Edgar Burns
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We All Fall Down
I oughta know the look in another's eyes
When there's something on their mind
I think I saw that look in a lover's eyes
They were looking into mine
Like we both had found the one we want
But found the one we wanted just quit trying
So we tell ourselves that what we found is what we meant to find
That's what we tell ourselves
You won't believe the things
A heart could tell a mind
Somehow we sell ourselves on love
I just don't think I'll believe my heart this time
I oughta know the language well
I've heard me tell myself these things before
I finally made my mind up
My heart tells me to look for something more
Determined not to wind up wondering was she the one
Well, you never can be sure
So we tell ourselves that what we found is what we meant to find
That's what we tell ourselves
You won't believe the things
A heart could tell a mind
Somehow we sell ourselves on love
I just don't think I'll believe my heart this time
So we tell ourselves that what we found is what we meant to find
That's what we tell ourselves
You won't believe the things
A heart could tell a mind
Somehow we sell ourselves on love
I just don't think I'll believe my heart this time
song performed by by Clint Black
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Solitude, Singing
Being alone is knowing
That in in this solitary splendour
Solitude, stark and staring,
Solitude, singing a lullaby
Solitude, singing a dirge
Surrounded by so many sundry things;
Things seen and unseen
Factors known and unknown
Solitude singing softly, chanting without ranting
Solitude’s songs that sing of solemn things
Silence singing golden songs
Silence healing ancient wrongs
If only silence could be
More than a memory
More than history
Silence can be more than words
Empty words echoing in an empty world
Echoing in empty valleys
Silence unspoken, unspoken, unbroken
Transfixed by time.
poem by Rani Turton
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In Trying To Understand The Use Of Words
we say the words
and ought to say them
because a certain
reality exists
either
it is bugging us or
it is making us experience
the flights of our
spirits
in blissful journeys
to an edgeless
universe
most of the time
when we are at peace
we say nothing
as though the new solitude
that we have found
is a woman
silent
because there is no way
that a word can enter
her mouth
now so full
of happiness
her thoughts filling
her mind
with so much joy
that she has turned herself
in an open world
now
volunteering as
nothing but
a mere
spectator.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fathers Eyes
I may not be every mothers dream for her little girl,
And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world.
But thats all right, as long as I can have one wish I pray:
When people look inside my life, I want to hear them say,
Shes got her fathers eyes,
Her fathers eyes;
Eyes that find the good in things,
When good is not around;
Eyes that find the source of help,
When help just cant be found;
Eyes full of compassion,
Seeing every pain;
Knowing what youre going through
And feeling it the same.
Just like my fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
Just like my fathers eyes.
And on that day when we will pay for all the deeds we have done,
Good and bad theyll all be had to see by everyone.
And when youre called to stand and tell just what you saw in me,
More than anything I know, I want your words to be,
She had her fathers eyes,
Her fathers eyes;
Eyes that found the good in things,
When good was not around;
Eyes that found the source of help,
When help would not be found;
Eyes full of compassion,
Seeing every pain;
Knowing what youre going through,
And feeling it the same.
Just like my fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
Just like my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
Just like my fathers eyes.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Secluded Moments
Solitude is a time
when we sit alone
and think of what
should have been
and how we can turn it into
what will be
For within solitude
is a special silence
a space we
treasure
Secluded moments
when dreams become reality
if only for a time
poem by Janice M Pickett
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A Tale Of Tragedy
I saw your life as a pool of agony,
Your pain filled,
and categorized in the midst's
of your self destruction
I saw you scream your last
declaration of distress.
' My father, my father, why hast thou forsaken me? '
Then came the peace you sought for all mankind,
But only to your eyes!
Not mine, nor generations of mine!
Only your eyes saw that peace O Christ,
It was your soul alone,
cleansed by the blood of your sacrifice,
no others!
The peace you sought for all mankind was your own,
and in your own death you found it,
As will all the living,
each for themselves,
seek peace while in life,
But it is in death that peace finds us all,
and to each individual in their own way,
For men are not sheep and gods are mere
images of that peace we all seek
poem by Count Dracula
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Magnifying Eyes
If we could be able, with magnifying eyes,
To view the delicacy of a tiny flower,
And see the intricate patterns materialize,
Kept blooming by each gentle refreshing shower.
Then beauty in these creations could so easily be found,
If only we would take the time to gaze,
Deep into its nucleus, which can stunningly astound,
When seeing so many wonders. How they amaze!
Everything is perfect, a design so sweetly rare,
Not one the same, so different from each other.
All that is found within our vision's stare,
Will be seen to be dissimilar to another.
Yet we cannot look with magnifying eyes,
And so miss the things in nature of such worth.
It's not always the largest entities that give us a surprise,
But also the minutest forms upon this earth.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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