Pressing On
Well Im pressing on
Yes, Im pressing on
Well Im pressing on
To the higher calling of my lord.
Many try to stop me, shake me up in my mind,
Say, prove to me that he is lord, show me a sign.
What kind of sign they need when it all come from within,
When whats lost has been found, whats to come has already been?
Well Im pressing on
Yes, Im pressing on
Well Im pressing on
To the higher calling of my lord.
Shake the dust off of your feet, dont look back.
Nothing now can hold you down, nothing that you lack.
Temptations not an easy thing, adam given the devil reign
Because he sinned I got no choice, it run in my vein.
Well Im pressing on
Yes, Im pressing on
Well Im pressing on
To the higher calling of my lord.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Heavy Heart
Heavy heart think of yesterday
And you're torn apart
Thinking of the ways it was easier to smile
More than today love grew wild
Heavy heart like a perfect stranger
You make it hard
Taking all the blame - still you hear the sound
Calling your name - troubles coming down
Too heavy
Turn it around
It's pressing me down
Heavy heart
This time I find
It weighs on my mind
Heavy heart
It's just like you to take it all so far
Then you feel abused and wonder who you are
Everything you've done - anything you start
Can turn and run
Ain't it true - it's only just a stage
Gotta give it room - start an empty page
Get back in the game - but do it your way
You don't have to play so heavy
Turn it around
It's pressing me down
Heavy heart
This time I find
It weighs on my mind
Heavy heart
When your heart is strong it leads you on
But when it breaks you
It devastates you for so long
Turn it around
It's pressing me down
Heavy heart
This time I find
It weighs on my mind
Heavy heart
Turn it around
It's pressing me down
Heavy heart
This time I find
It weighs on my mind
Heavy heart
song performed by by Heart from Passion Works
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I Am Pressing On
The closer I get to heaven
Pressing on the upward way,
The less of earth is seen.
Spinning into a new day,
With the cross before me,
And my soul has fully turn,
Baptized in the Holy Spirit,
Walking daily with heart burn,
I put the world behind me.
Pressing on to higher ground,
Climbing above the trees,
I am leaving this old world.
The grief and the bed of fleas,
Forfeit the game of pride,
For more time on my knees,
The mystery of joy cannot hide.
The blessings contained inside,
I count the years as months,
And the month as just a minute,
Counting down the seconds,
And it will be any moment now,
I'll touch the heavenly summit.
poem by Gerry Legister
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Hickory Dickory Dock
A girl pedals.
A boy with the dream of her shirt in his eye
rides the metal carrier behind,
pressing her feet down with his.
An individualist stays within call.
My shoe cushions a small Chinese forehead
pressing down her eyes
for money.
Another kneels her black passin
into the sand
fingering a tin,
shells she has
collected to sell.
Her child rubs dirt
into the bright stripes of his shirt.
Bird song bird
thing-word-thing
sand-me-sea.
O ne between two
so that nothing’s seen
without involving all the rest:
she, pressing eyelids,
he, with prosperous vest,
leading all the world in
as their relatives.
This remembered and puzzled in sala-shade
where I had come
to meet and be alone with my friends
one between two
(involving infinity) –
when the sun burst into rubbery fire
through the smoked glass of waving branches
at the wind-open western side,
negating aloneness
(or any other kind of activity) ,
taking the form out of things
and giving glorious light,
swelling the colours on the bananas
until they stained the plate.
(Destroying a world of physics
with one splash.)
poem by Brian Taylor
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A Kissing Mouth
something's pressing to my lips
something's trying to kiss me
mouths clash
saliva splash
stains my face red
i can't feel
anything
just a funny smell
something pulls my lips apart
something hot and wet and fast's
kissing me
and i'd scream
but for an alien tongue
i can't hear
anything
just a funny sound
my head's getting light
i try to struggle
but only hit my own mouth
the tongue between my lips
is so poisonously sweet
something's pressing to my lips
something's kissing me
mouths sing
depths unseen
and hope for a better world
i can't say
anything
just a simple chain of words
poem by Max Kuvaev
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At first sight experience seems to bury us under a flood of external objects, pressing upon us with a sharp and importunate reality, calling us out of ourselves in a thousand forms of action.
quote by Walter Pater
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Waving My Arms In The Air/never Lied To You
Waving my arms in the air
Love, my love, got no care
No care, no, no, pressing my feet to the ground
Stand up right where you stand
Call to you and what do you do
Laying back in a chair?
She's so high on the air
She's so high on the air
Half and half, half and half
All you have to do to call
Is hold her hand, stand a while
And then smile and we'll understand
Yes we do - yes, yes we do!
Oh what a girl i've got too!
Oh what a girl i've got too!
With her slinky look she held her tie to her hair
(and i) could see everywhere
No-one in the land, no-one
No-one in the land, no-one
But it rains on saturday - cats and dogs in the way
Stormy day, hey, hey
And you shouldn't try to be
What you can't be
And you shouldn't try to be
What you can't be
Call to you and what do you do
There will be shoulders pressing in the hall
And i won't know if you're here at all
There will be wine and drinking in the yard
There won't be anybody very hard
There will be lots of things that we can do
And all and more will be for you
Everything i knew i tried with you
But everything to you was never easy
So i went ahead around my world
I saw the things you do arriving by your side
To see you looking too
But i know this. i know, i never lied to you
It's been just like you're gone
For just one day for so long!
It's been so hard to bear with you not there
But though i think of you, the things you do
When i'm with you, to be with you,
To be alone...can only think:
"why i am here? what's meant to be?
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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What Does A Hectic Schedule Do To You?
makes you
feel young, alive and kicking
you set aside
religion and politics
you chase the words
of skill and
embrace a higher wisdom
you feel your blood
rise on your head
your feet dance like
a madman
your hands keep on
pressing the letters without seeing
the pc has become
your god.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Remember Me, Lord?
Remember me Lord?
I was that little child
Asking you to take care of my dogs
To send the rain to water my plants
To take care of my Mom and Dad
And even my neighbors and my playmates
Remember me again Lord?
I was that little girl
Who pleaded you
To stop the rain
I cannot play with my dogs outside
And swim in the river
To my heart's content
Ah, at last, you remember me now
I was that grown up lady
Seeking your face
Pressing on so you can see me even in the dark
You stop sending the rain
Sunshine has taken its place
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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The time for pressing is while the iron is hot.
I hear that Brooke Ashley is also pressing charges. I don't know how she can prove anything. How can they prove anything, whether it's true or not, that I'm the one that infected her?
quote by Marc Wallice
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Without pressing too little or too hard, hold tight the reins for he's a fool who would not get value from a borrowed horse.
The Poet's Significant Other - for Mary and Todd
On the shelf above the crackling fire,
the day’s work over, shadows swaying and flickering
across the room, in the firelight’s glow;
here is love abiding
On the shelf above the crackling fire
a few slim books, some of them poetry, some of them signed;
open them and the world spills out
tumbles laughing and crying, shouting
like children home from school with stories;
like grandparents reminiscing over photos with a smile;
like the last of the night’s pillow talk
one already eyes closed, the other treasuring thought
On the shelf above the crackling fire
two bookends hold the books in place
pressing lightly against each other
as two lovers walking through a door, a gate, from here to there
one bookend’s image we know well
familiar to us from the books
How little we know, of that other bookend
without which, without whom,
there might not be these books, lightly pressing
on the shelf above love’s glow
poem by Michael Shepherd
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As long as time is not pressing one does not burn incense; when it becomes urgent one kisses the feet of Buddha.
A British pressing with a compilation of the best stuff really, I mean actually not only that but, these were all kind of semi hits for the people on it in America.
quote by Eric Clapton
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The Liberals have been pressing for the brief on the basis of which he said there was authority for war.
quote by Clare Short
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Egoism of Poets
We don’t write poetry,
Poetry writes us.
How can we make poetry,
If we are part of poetry.
The world around us is poetry.
Poetry is already defined.
Calling ourselves poets.
Selfishness in every line.
Egoism in every word.
Stealing poetry from the world.
That already exists in every form.
It’s written in every mist,
Every tree, every bliss.
Who are we to write?
Calling ourselves masterminds.
Trapping ourselves in believe
That we are creating something unique
The world at our feet.
Just too full fill our need.
Even this poem is an act
of a selfish deed.
Every letter in ink.
Created through love and sin.
Writing on a paper
But it’s the world’s skin.
Pressing on the surface.
To see blue blood is our purpose.
Thinking poetry is ours.
Poetry devoured
By poets every hour.
Poems all around us.
Turning grey to dust.
Turning brown to rust.
We have captured the most
But there is still so much.
Bleeding away in disaster, poverty
And war.
Ink to us all.
A poet’s only lord.
His only norm, his only home.
His precious and beloved poem.
We should be ashamed.
poem by Nadim Lost Soul
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We put together a one-sentence petition asking Congress to censure President Clinton and move on to other pressing issues. We sent it to under 100 friends and family, and within a week we had 100,000 people sign the petition.
quote by Joan Blades
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I'm not one of these actors who feels a pressing need to direct, and I have no plans to do it.
quote by Dennis Franz
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I think the good old British democracy should keep scrutinising and pressing to get the truth out.
quote by Clare Short
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As soon as you sit down to write about something you are pressing your nose deeper into the sewer of facts.
quote by Theo Van Gogh
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