Life and Death?
O'death does bring the saddened passion
to eyes that cry with grief's great pain.
Pain does steal in eager fashion ~
for life that never breathes again.
And yet for every life that's passing
onto the heaven's golden shore ~
another soul is earthly borning,
passing safely through life's door.
O'life does bring the gleeful passion
to eyes that shine with life's great gain.
Gain that glows in eager fashion
from life that breathes time and again.
And yet for life or deathly passion
onto the sand of timely shore,
another soul is sharply keening ~
to live or die forevermore.
O'life and death does bring great passion
to eyes that cry for pain or gain.
Gain that lives in earthly fashion.
Pain that lives within death's reign.
Yet every life will see the sunset.
Eyes will cry with grief's great pain ~
as earthly borning brings the sunshine
when life evolves to live again.
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Maybe You Should Seek His Face
He walks with me, The Lord above, and guides me with Grace and Love,
He walks with me every day and helps me through trials along the way.
He guides me with a loving hand helping with what I don't understand.
He helps each and every hour by filling me with His Grace and Power.
My world has been a different place ever since I sought His face.
My empty heart of grief and pain has been filled with Eternal Gain.
No need to seek earthly fame, as I have an inheritance in His Name.
I need no abode on shifting sand, as I have a room built by His hand.
Earthly ties I can sever, as Christ's relationship will last forever.
People come and people go, but He is one through eternity I'll know.
Earthly gain will be left behind, but Godly gain is eternally mine.
With earthly eyes I can not see what He's eternally prepared for me.
Life on earth can be a lonely place; maybe you should seek His face.
No matter what your present strife, Christ can give you a new life.
Your trials may never cease, but Christ will give you an inner peace.
And when this earthly life does end you'll have an eternity to spend.
Everything has been done by Him; He's even forgiven all of your sin.
Believe in His work on the cross and you won't suffer Eternal loss.
Your life will end on earth for sure; even now Christ is at the door.
But if you don't believe The Lord, you'll be in darkness forevermore.
(Copyright ©02/2004)
No Pain No Gain
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine, mark hudson
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
Face in the gutter eyes on the floor
Walk on down you know the score
It's a dead-end street back to the wall
Get it together you can get it all
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No time for losers you make the call
Believe in yourself stand tall
Another day it's in your hand
You can be the winner in the end
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
Keep runnin' don't look back
Keep movin' straight ahead
Keep goin' don't ever stop
There's time to rest the day you'll drop
You roll the dice you play the game
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
...
song performed by by Scorpions

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Pain
The pain caused by my family and friends is the pain that would never go away
The pain in my heart is the same pain that kills me each and everyday
The pain in my soul runs like a hungry wolf
The pain in my eyes is transparent like rain in the sky
The pain that is in my mind looks like a flower with no life
This pain is death in my life because it killed me last night
poem by Adilene Cadenas

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My Life in the bush of Ghosts (reprise)
Down the bush path
I came running down my hut
I have a pot of food
But what do I do with food
When I have no appetite
And why does life seem
To leave me so soon
.
After a few decades in life
I find my soul roaming
Aimlessly in the bush
Of ghosts, when I wasn't
Really dead.
I never believed in ghosts
Until I saw a ghost
And now, I am to be host
To a host of ghosts
In the bush of ghosts
Which I, myself have not
Come to understand
.
Things do change with time
,
I have worked very hard
To be among those who feel life
But yet, life seem to be
Very far away from me
I have said to myself
When I see life, I will grab life
With both hands
But I will not steal another
Mans life to have life
I will not bring sadness
To another to have life
I will not deceive another man
To have life
I will not seek life through the back door
For what do I gain if I
Bring sorrow to others
To gain life for my self
And what do i do with life
If life I seek to find
Will not stay with me.
poem by Efe Benjamin

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Pain Is Gain.
Pain is like rain. Though painful, yet gainful. For pain's sake we're abused, for pain's sake we get refused, yet for pain's sake love is diffused.
No pain, no gain. Nothing good comes easy. Still, in pain one feels dizzy. Dizzy with desire, dizzy with passion, dizzy and busy. Pain is gain, it's a stain that disappears with time. Although not all pain is gain, all rain is gain and pain is rain.
Pain is rain, for it touches all men in the open and in chains. After rain comes sun, after dark comes dawn, after pain comes gain.
poem by Darlington Chukwunyere

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My Only Song
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain
You took it all
Without any gain.
You loved us all
With gentle eyes
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain
39 plus one
Lashes great fall on your back
A crown of thorns
Pressed down around your head
The blood runs down
and yet you cry
'So many lost;
So many die.'
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain
Leave it now-
And cry again
Man of sorrow
Man of pain
Your troubled heart
Feels my pain.
Lifted up to die
Bitter gall served fresh
As wine
Yet you'd do it again
For one lost sheep
That beats in the air.
Man of sorrow
Man of pain
When is it enough?
So much grief
You swallow up
Yet you bore it
And demand me live-
Man of sorrow
I humbled myself down.
All glory to you
Man of sorrow
All thrones belong to you
Man of pain
You gave me life and
Even more
I have nothing
But myself to give -
Yet I keep taking it back
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain.
poem by Charlotte Ballard

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The voice of the Poor
when everything looses its taste and vengeance cloth the
agony of the heart, the gnashing of teeth birth the beginning
of hatred, and the sting of death lives with thy soul, through
out generation to come
every faith challenge the discernment of the heart, living behind
the tears of the innocent, that calls the coolness of a stumble
heart, sprouted like an incense fume, chanting the bravery of
fear
as the eyes sees the suffering of the soul, the venue settled
down an avenue of loosing one's life, an experience of thy heart
that lives beyond man's personal conviction to die, even death
is not an option just to rise an honor to what faith calls
as the ladder of pain hurts the shadow of death, the will to live
is beyond compare, to shed blood, is what it is call, living
through dying is the only wisdom to live in harmony to every
man's faith
life is a call, to gain the fame of living is to give what is best in
life, it is in a small thing you give that, life brings us to see
and find the meaning of what is life...... a call to live
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Blue Eyed Thunder
Beautiful blue eyes full of life
Always a smile even when
there is a lot of pain
I don't know if anyone
has ever seen the fire and passion
thundering right behind those eyes
Blue eyed thunder that's what you are
So full of passion and life
beyond anyone's imagination
Those blue eyes are so captivating
I can't help but to stare into them
Passion for life burning in those eyes
a fire for a love good and true
All stemming from the life you live
Blue eyed thunder how can it be
that your eyes can hold in such a
thunderstorm
Always alive with passion and love
Always and forever my blue eyed thunder
poem by Grace Hays

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Christ Came
Christ came to earth to walk with us, to help us walk with God in trust,
And to trust God with our very life, through His Only Son Jesus Christ.
This trust in which we place in God, goes far beyond this earthly sod,
Trust on earth that moves to Grace, and leads us to an eternal place.
Christ came and gave His life for sin, so we could give our life to Him,
So that we could walk upon the earth, through the power of New Birth.
Christ told Nicodemus that all men, to see Heaven must be born again,
Born anew through the Spirit of Christ; born again to inherit Eternal Life.
Christ came to this earth to proclaim, Hope and Salvation in His Name,
God’s Salvation available to everyone, through His Only Begotten Son.
Christ’s earthly life ended on the cross, a bridge of Hope for all the lost,
For through His death and resurrection, He gives all life a new direction.
Christ came so we can be God’s own, and gain from Him a new home,
An eternal one in Heaven above, where we’ll live forever in God’s Love.
By Christ coming to be a sacrifice, The Lord paid our way into Paradise,
Far beyond earth’s temporal shore, to dwell in God’s Glory forevermore.
Christ came to bring Hope and Peace, that in His Power will not cease,
When He reigns on earth as King, and The Lord and God of everything.
Christ’s Reign shall include all those, who believe that Christ truly rose,
So believe and reign forevermore, when Christ reigns as King and Lord.
(Copyright ©12/2006)
Don’t Weep For Me
Please don’t mourn as I depart, for that is when my life will start.
No longer will I be facing death, I’ll be breathing Heaven’s breath.
Please don’t weep, don’t weep for me, I’ll be at home in Eternity.
I had actually died in Christ, down on earth when I had my life.
Life on this earth began for me, a pilgrim’s journey into Eternity.
When on earth I am no more, I will be in Heaven forevermore.
Finally with my Savior who died, to live for eternity by His side.
This earthly life is temporal friend, with a beginning and an end.
However, my death is not my end, for that is when I shall ascend,
To a majestic place above the sky, to reign with my Lord on high.
Unlike this earthly life my friend, a life in Heaven will have no end.
It begins for me a whole new life, spent forever with Jesus Christ.
My mortal body racked with pain, becomes immortal so I can reign,
And reign forever by Christ’s side, in a new body that’ll be glorified.
Friend, in just a moment I will change, never again to be the same.
When I ascend through that sky, Christ will indeed wipe every eye.
Friend there is no need to fear, for Christ will indeed dry every tear.
Death for me is life you see, so please my friend, don’t weep for me.
So when I die don’t mourn for me, for I will begin my life in eternity.
Just be certain you know The Lord, and I will see you again for sure.
It's Not Fun
Friend, having cancer is not fun, but, praise God the victory's won,
While my earthly life I may lose, but from God, I have Good News,
If I should die, I will live forever, so what my friend could be better,
Receiving my new body, glorified, I shall live as if I had never died.
With this cancer I occasionally pause, but, my life still has a cause,
This life is for The Lord to use, as a witness, of God's Good News,
Though I sometimes deal with pain, for me, there is an eternal gain,
That life cancer cannot take away, as God comforts me day to day.
As this cancer changes my world, God's Truth, I continue to herald,
For one day soon I will be changed, in a way God has prearranged,
When I die or that trumpet sounds, with Christ I will be in the clouds.
Right in the place prepared for me, with my Lord through all eternity.
Friend, it's knowing Jesus Christ, that helps me in this temporal life,
Knowing all pain will one day cease, and I'll enter into eternal peace,
Remembering Christ is omniscient, that His grace shall be sufficient,
As Christ knows my darkest days, He strengthens me, to His praise.
Cancer brings on pain and strife, and so my true hope is eternal life,
Anticipation of The Blessed Hope, is that source that helps to cope,
Since my earthly frame is but dust, in my Savior, I place all my trust,
For when I reach that Eternal Shore, I shall recall my cancer no more.
(Copyright ©03/2012)
Without passion
I think and thought
i hoped and wished
i cried and mourned
i yelled and laughed
i screamed in excitement
then i realised it was passion.
Passion is strong
it is intense
it is a great feelin of emotion
love, hate, desire, enthusiasm, fondness, zeal, affection and ardor.
A man without passion is like a man without life.
Yes, i pride in myself, i have life because
i have passion,
i know love
i show affection
i know what it is to be fond of
i can give warmth
i am full of ardor.
Just when i was begining to be exalted by my feelings you came into my life,
i found you in my soul
then i knew what i claimed was passion, was nothing compared to what you gave me.
I came to realise that passion wasn't anything else but a woman.And not just any woman, it was you.
Then i remembered 'a man without passion is a man without life.Without you i'm incomplete, without passion i have no life
Now i can boast of passion of love of life.
Because i have you.

From The Spanish Cancioneros
I.
Eyes so tristful, eyes so tristful,
Heart so full of care and cumber,
I was lapped in rest and slumber,
Ye have made me wakeful, wistful!
In this life of labor endless
Who shall comfort my distresses?
Querulous my soul and friendless
In its sorrow shuns caresses.
Ye have made me, ye have made me
Querulous of you, that care not,
Eyes so tristful, yet I dare not
Say to what ye have betrayed me.
II.
Some day, some day
O troubled breast,
Shalt thou find rest.
If Love in thee
To grief give birth,
Six feet of earth
Can more than he;
There calm and free
And unoppressed
Shalt thou find rest.
The unattained
In life at last,
When life is passed,
Shall all be gained;
And no more pained,
No more distressed,
Shalt thou find rest.
III.
Come, O Death, so silent flying
That unheard thy coming be,
Lest the sweet delight of dying
Bring life back again to me.
For thy sure approach perceiving,
In my constancy and pain
I new life should win again,
Thinking that I am not living.
So to me, unconscious lying,
All unknown thy coming be,
Lest the sweet delight of dying
Bring life back again to me.
Unto him who finds thee hateful,
Death, thou art inhuman pain;
But to me, who dying gain,
Life is but a task ungrateful.
Come, then, with my wish complying,
All unheard thy coming be,
Lest the sweet delight of dying
Bring life back again to me.
IV.
Glove of black in white hand bare,
And about her forehead pale
Wound a thin, transparent veil,
That doth not conceal her hair;
Sovereign attitude and air,
Cheek and neck alike displayed
With coquettish charms arrayed,
Laughing eyes and fugitive;--
This is killing men that live,
'Tis not mourning for the dead.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Oprah
i dream of..... that i take off.....
in the wilderness of
happiness
i make of memories..... feeling off.....
worries in every
stories
i takes time of..... human face off.....
bringing each and everyone
pleasure
i stand of.... life experience off.....
pain and suffering believing
that it gives pain or gain
i move of..... people inspiration off....
guiding, leading to where it
goes, beyond its limit
i listen of.... whisper off.....
joy of hope, wishing their
success
i live of..... my whole life off.....
sharing of being one with them
for a passion i take is, the ONE
iam properly..... off
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My untainted Love
my tears cried in your pupil eyes, that would heal the inner
passion of your heart, it is the zeal that makes the wound
dried up in my life a moment to take the true essence of
what is to love you so dearly
a womb of love that woven in the pinnacle of joy, has
reveal the truth that life we share is just a love that it takes
the wisdom of death as the beginning of an endless life
with the one you really love
no other love you can give, but the love you live it now, is the
only love you have to share, in order to live life to the fullness
of joy, the end is just beginning to sprout, that behind that line
of pain happiness is waiting
to give is to die and to die is to live, with the passion of living
the one you love, illuminate who you are to me, life changes
as it goes, and along the way the genuine life is sheltered in
the timeless beats of an endless yes
as every moment knock, and every wings flock, our hearts pack
that life we live and share is only the end of the beginning of
our infinitum of search of who we are in this life.... a journey
that what ever it takes... your always with me
poem by Antonio Liao

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Beyond the grief.
It seems as if we are stalled by our grief,
unable to move away from it – and I wonder
if we will ever get over the loss of you. In time
they say we will, that one day we will finally be free
of the sadness that burdens our hearts, and we will dance
in our remembrance, and there will be no more tears.
But if that's true, I must admit I will miss the tears
when there is an eventual easing of the grief.
I am not as eager to begin the dance
of life without you, for the world has lost its wonder
for me, some of its shine - and being free
seems awfully relative - I suppose just like time.
I can still so clearly recall the last time
we were all together - the tears
we shared, even laughter, when you were set free
of this earthly pain - and even in our grief,
we were filled with such wonder
as we witnessed the end of life's dance.
When I was a little boy you used to let me dance
on the top of your shoes, moving in time
to the music on the radio. Is it any wonder
that music, to this day, brings tears
of joy, mingled with the ever-present grief,
which still has not set me completely free.
I now realize there is a cost to love; it's not free -
for when you love, you buy a ticket to the dance
of life - which comes with joy and pain, celebration and grief.
And if you have lived a long enough time,
as I have, even when the loss brings never ending tears,
with a broken heart, it's worth all of the pain, and it's no wonder
people love so fiercely - so much so that they cease to wonder
about the why, when or where - and now I realize that I am free
to love, and to lose, which will bring with it many tears.
But each tear is worth it - and seems to make the dance
more authentic. In the end, I will measure my time
by how much of it was filled with love, and with grief.
No longer will I wonder whether or not I should dance,
I will just be free, stepping in and out of time,
wearing my tears like a badge of honor as I move beyond the grief.
poem by Mahfooz Ali

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To Live Again
if only myself can get to live again
cos i'm ashamed what this life amounts
no one alife finds it of any useful gain
now the dangers to take it away mounts
the beast for lunch the barbarian for fun
please can i get a chance to live again
curiuos my eyes searches on for answers
i bleed from grief the mother of all pain
weary i took steps that baffle dancers
it's fair life comes with own headaches
why do some people's come wit cancers
i need another life without heartaches
which on peaceful waters it would sail
even if it is at the speed of a snail
poem by Ray Anyasi

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Definition of Pain
Life so precious yet so easily taken away
happiness what everyone wants yet there filled with pain
People causing pain to others for their amusement
Which causes hatred from their victims in turn it creates their murder
What has life come to hatred, anger, pain, death instead of happiness, joy, love, life
how can I live with life
for if i'm happy others will give me pain
if i'm in pain others will fill me with hatred
which will have me taking their so precious lives
So how can I feel happiness once again
when in order to do so I have to create all those things I despise
So doesn't a victim create their own murder in turn creates the death of the murder
if all of this is true isn't life a cycle of happiness to pain then unto death.
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Is This Call Pain
standing here across the see
the sea waves crash the rocks and end in the end
the clouds passing by and get over again
a day end with no coming back again
i wander to my self why my pain will never end
see new life coming and never come the same again
see old man dying and never line again
year in life passing by and never come again
i ask my self why my pain never leave me
why my pain never end
is it me the pain
is what i am made of the pain
suffer and endure all my life
what i am mistaking
nails tear my heart
evil wispier in my ears
healing is never use to me
Gods healing useless any more
every thing end except pain
every thing is false except pain
pain of my heart pain of my soul
i am living with pain i am the pain
poem by Aryabod Siharyvani

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My Tree Of Life
Once a seedling
Well nourished and fed,
Now a giant elm
In my garden bed.
I've sheltered this tree
From wind and rain,
Watched it grow,
And kept it from pain.
This great big elm,
So important to my life,
Signifies my past;
It symbolizes my strife.
When I grow weary
Of dealing with my pain,
I turn to my tree
Realizing I have much to gain.
My tree has scars
And it's bark grows rough,
But day after day
It's just never enough.
You see at my tree
Life throws rain,
And at my tree,
Life throws pain.
It's these things though,
My tree needs to live.
For, it's these hardships
Life has to give.
So just like my tree,
I'll learn to move on.
I'll soak up the storms
Until I'm gone.
poem by Candika Niada

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