Come and love me,
Come and love me,
Come and love me,
Love me know that Iam unfeigned,
Either way Iam making a sway with my sorrow,
I did alot of mistake's,
Now I need to calm and understand life's concept,
Come and love me,
There is the redeemer's voice,
That I need to wake up from all my sorrow's,
Change these pattern's that I may increase skills,
Agile and deft pattern's,
It's all a pattern not worthied a Stigma.
poem by Abdul Karim
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There's a pattern when tours start - a pattern of infighting, of making up, of breaking up, of addiction. There's a pattern of going to jail. There's a pattern of passion for music.
quote by Nikki Sixx
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My Husband
my husband,
my husband is the poignant King,
A soildier,
A guardian,
Never mixture of lies and truth,
He is never despising,
Ever loving, ever thinking,
He's gone to prepare a place for me,
A dwelling Sanctuary,
My husband,
Wash every organ in my function,
Hail your name,
The ignoble aliens,
These unfeigned verses,
Really proved you are the good Samaritan,
Not the Priest,
Neither the Mob or the Church,
My Husband the poetical Skills,
With you I kiss vicissitudes,
I think,
Salvation is a long way pattern,
A pattern of integrity and love,
Use these verses,
Official that washeth the Earthly burdens,
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Widow McFarlane
I was the Widow McFarlane,
Weaver of carpets for all the village.
And I pity you still at the loom of life,
You who are singing to the shuttle
And lovingly watching the work of your hands,
If you reach the day of hate, of terrible truth.
For the cloth of life is woven, you know,
To a pattern hidden under the loom i
A pattern you never see!
And you weave high-hearted, singing, singing,
You guard the threads of love and friendship
For noble figures in gold and purple.
And long after other eyes can see
You have woven a moon-white strip of cloth,
You laugh in your strength, for Hope o'erlays it
With shapes of love and beauty.
The loom stops short! The pattern's out!
You're alone in the room! You have woven a shroud!
And hate of it lays you in it!
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Love and Tragedy
Yes, I have loved with love
that was more than love
more than love,
Drove myself mad with this love
with this love,
Hoping to catch a glimpse of my love
my love,
Just seeing was not enough for me
seeing my love
my love,
So I met her, my true love,
And so true it was.
Yes, I married this girl with joy
with joy,
The splendid sense of so much joy
so much joy,
And I felt so much,
My heart melt,
melt with all my joy,
my joy,
Going to sleep with her, my true joy,
And so true it was.
Yes, I watched this girl die with sorrow
my sorrow,
The fire that did it also ignited my sorrow
my sorrow,
And there was nothing to console this sorrow
this sorrow,
my sorrow,
Even still into tomorrow,
No cope in hope to borrow,
so I stayed in sorrow,
my sorrow,
Going to sleep without my love,
my true sorrow,
And so true it was.
Yes, I heard those gruesome tolls alone
just me alone,
I stood looking at her stone while alone
so alone,
Minding on what to do, now that I'm alone,
alone,
so alone,
Listening to the bells of malicious tones,
Those horrifying, loud drones,
Those dreadful, terrible moans,
Those agonizing, tumultuous groans,
Of so many people who are also alone
just like me alone,
No one left, no one here,
I was happy once, but now I hear
The toll of those bells alone
so alone,
And my joy and my love,
Is now so far above,
Leaving me here so alone
alone,
May I hope she rests in peace,
Even through my pain's increase of sorrow
At least until tomorrow,
Where I will still be alone, truly alone,
And so true it still is.
poem by Andy Greenwald
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Now, there are sometimes making a connection between one section and another that sometimes you do want to see the pattern because it helps you to lead into the next thing - it's a rhetorical thing, where you just see how the pattern has to go into the next thing.
quote by Leo Ornstein
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You look at where you're going and where you are and it never makes sense, but then you look back at where you've been and a pattern seems to emerge. And if you project forward from that pattern, then sometimes you can come up with something.
quote by Robert M. Pirsig
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Art is the imposing of a pattern on experience, and our aesthetic enjoyment is recognition of the pattern.
Alfred North Whitehead in Dialogues (1954)
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Sorrow Under Mist
Mist -
Giving wispy vapour to the breath,
Cool calm to autumn afternoons,
A hovering air of mysticism
Over brooding lakes -
Was different here,
Affording company, closeness -
A caring arm around her shoulders.
In the eyes, a once-clear oceanic blue
Wavered under water -
Tears telling torrid truths
She couldn't face -
Like the glowering image in the mirror
You don't see in your mind's eye
Of compensation; delusion.
We see her sitting on the concrete steps
That led down to the dew-laden garden.
She's peering up, sensing her diffuse companion,
Refreshing in its chill; giving crispness
To the stealth of dulling evening.
But the bite of air couldn't lift the sorrow
Of pale youth in love,
Shouldered by a not-in-love and scoffing eye.
Rejection hurt;
Hurts -
Wrenches deep -
Emotion that we can't deny!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
Sorrow Rain
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow sorrow
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Patterns
The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves,
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees,
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall,
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawL
Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow Little room,
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom.
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me.
>From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death,
There are Patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath.
Like a rat in a maze
The path before me lies,
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies.
And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell,
And it's fitting that it should,
For in darknesss I must dwell.
Like the color of my skin,
Or the day that I grow old,
My life is made of Patterns
That can scarcely be controlled.
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Patterns
The night sets softly
With the hush of falling leaves
Casting shivering shadows
On the houses through the trees
And the light from a street lamp
Paints a pattern on my wall
Like the pieces of a puzzle
Or a child's uneven scrawl
Up a narrow flight of stairs
In a narrow little room
As I lie upon my bed
In the early evening gloom
Impaled on my wall
My eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life
And the puzzle that is me
From the moment of my birth
To the instant of my death
There are patterns I must follow
Just as I must breathe each breath
Like a rat in a maze
The path before my lies
And the pattern never alters
Until the rat dies
And the pattern still remains
On the wall where darkness fell
And it's fitting that it should
For in darkness I must dwell
Like the color of my skin
Or the day that I grow old
My life is made of patterns
That can scarcely be controlled
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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When the first flint, the first shell, was shaped into a weapon, that action shaped man. As he molded and complicated his tools, so they molded and complicated him. He became the first scientific animal. And at last, via information theory and great computers, he gained knowledge of all his parts. He formed the Laws of Integration, which reveal all beings as part of a pattern and show them their part in the attern. There is only the pattern; the pattern is all the universe, creator and created.
quote by Brian Aldiss
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Such manifestations I account as representing the creative leadership of the new forces of thought and appreciation which attend changes in technological pattern and therefore of the pattern of human relationships in society.
quote by John Grierson
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A Heart Spring
One tear today, one love tomorrow
My heart springs from everyday sorrow.
A light blue, a scarlet red
into my soul those colors spread.
The hand of love me clench then said
‘Your sorrow is my love, my love your sorrow
to this I pledge and to this do wed'
Then my love cried with rain in my head
And declared to me that sorrow from joy must always borrow,
so one tear today can be one love tomorrow.
My heart sprang like the flowers in spring,
as her voice sang, that beautiful thing.
To sorrow, to love, to joy I sing…..
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Dreams Of Ordinary Men
There is an essence in the water
There is a spirit in the sky
There is a spider drawing webs
To crucify a fly
The fly is drawing nearer
Just as if he knew
How we all must fit the pattern
How the pattern must fit you
Everybody say amen
These are the dreams of ordinary men
This is the world that well be living in
Out of the dreams of ordinary men
I mistook all your intentions
But you never did deceive
I have a helpless fascination
For the web you wove for me
We had nightly public beatings
But we slept in private hells
And I feel no guilt or vengeance
We just couldnt help ourselves
So whats the answer I have to find
To change my world like I change my mind
And change my life
If I could only change my dreams
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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An Oath
Your love is with an oath and,
It is like the pattern of the shadow of the heavenly things;
But a better hope in my life is all about Your Love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Moment to Shine (Know My Name)
The pattern is there, it is striped like a candy cane
It is there because of you,
The scars are true, as true as the pain.
My mind is racing away from you,
You are the one that caused my agony, my sorrow,
The days are always the same never new.
The days always bring me to your feet,
I am your servant, your toy,
I do what you say and hide the pain, I hide in defeat.
You treat me like I am there for you to use,
All you do is tell me what you think, never letting me tell you
I only sit and listen as you ramble on, and i am used.
I want to rise above, but I cant loose you,
If i loose you i loose all my friends,
I'd be alone, completely, utterly, alone, never being able to start new.
So I sit and I listen, I sit in pain,
All i can think of is not loosing you, but if i don't then i'll loose myself.
I try to tell you, I try to show you, but you just call me insane.
I hope you'll notice my anguish, my sorrow,
Until then I will hide in your shadow, never seeing light,
I will sit and dread the coming of tomorrow.
Every day is the same, always the same,
You act like you care but then you tear me down, you shove me out of the way
So you can have all the light, all the eyes on you, it'll always be the same.
Like the lines on the candy cane every day is the same,
The pattern is always there, it shall not change, shall not fade,
Forsaken is my name I am abandoned, I am an outcast. Know my name
I sit in your shadow, I sit and wait,
For a sign, for a change, For the right moment
To show you who I am, to show you my meaning,
My moment to shine!
(the words of this are true, i await that moment.)
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Before this government came to power, many failing schools were simply allowed to drift on in a pattern of continuing failure. The government is determined to break that pattern and is successfully doing so.
quote by Estelle Morris
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Sorrow's Bane
Love is the one thing
That keeps our spirits whole
When Sorrow comes a knocking
With hurts that touch our soul
When our world falls around us
Darkness fills our dreams
It’s love that lifts our spirits
Bridging Sorrow's streams
Love calls us from the brink
Of being swallowed by the stream
Dispels depression
And warms us in it’s gleam
Love helps us through the horror
Of love lost or led astray
Through mans trespass
Or angels spirit them away
Love comes to give us comfort
And wipe away the tears
Love will shield our spirits
When Sorrow's shadow nears
Love’s light whisper
Will stifle Sorrow's gain
In life’s losses
Love is Sorrow’s bane
poem by Ed_ Schmidt
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I Love U
Love in the air,
love in your eyes,
love in your smell,
love your lips,
love your words
love your breath,
love you all
love on the soil you stood,
love the dress u wore,
love the inner self,
love u in and out
love u in life and death,
love when u smile
love u for this world
love u beautiful u
love u love u alot
alot a lotS of lot
countless lots
love u a lot
love u with kissess'
love u while living
even after i die
forever i love u
poem by renu Vig sharma sharma
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We are flexible and alive,
We are flexible and alive, outside of any known pattern, theory, worldview, medical, scientific data, observational studies, spiritual path, practice. Find your rhythm, your pattern, your space, the spaces, the spaces that are right for you.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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