So Be It
So Be It
Back to the creator and the truthful word
Like a sparrow in the tree we call a bird.
The bird does not have intellect to share
But the universal God said, 'for them I will clothe, feed and care'.
Are we any less or any more so?
Think about what God the creator gives us and you'll know..
I look out my window and say from out of my soul
Thank you for the river, the birds; and the lilting voice of Nat King Cole.
Music of my time has become best of all my time
A ballad of thought with meaningful words for feelings of mine.
What I have and what I have been given is beyond compare
To sit and see and reach into my memory and to feel and share.
In the darkness of the night I look up and can not conceive
The grandiose of it all and yet how could one not believe.
I look and I look and the universal one I can not find
I fail to recognize by sight and touch what already exists inside my mind.
How much time did I spend in a relationship with my God
Will my mind form any more images when I lie in the sod?
10-22-06
poem by AHO Speaks
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God, Universal, Holy, Living, Loving, Fair, Creator, One
God, Universal, Holy, Living, Loving, Fair Creator, One
God knows our weakness and also our sin
God will make us strong for a new time to begin.
God will take care of us even unto the end
God is really not our god; but a dear, dear, friend.
God is everything good that we come to know
God is the forgiveness for the sins we do sow.
God is not only a commandment but also a touch
God is within and without and loves us; very, very, much.
God is not just for a prescribed time
God has always been and always will be; yours and mine.
God was before the beginning of time and never to deceive
God was the God of both Adam and also Eve.
God is not just fear, punishment or anger
God would never treat its children as a stranger.
God does not give more to one than another
God is the creator of the universe and there is no other.
God's will has already been done
God is a gift of choice for every daughter and son.
God wants us to be fair and share with those in the river of life
God wants us to be participants and give without strife.
10-12-05 Aho Speaks
poem by AHO Speaks
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The Line
Sometimes a line comes along,
From nowhere, or
Anywhere, or
Everywhere;
It's just there
Going into your head,
Like the blueprint of your soul
Has been read.
And it is good -so good- to you.
You feel you must share it
With the entire world, through and through.
So you work and you try
To find a way
With wise words
This line to say;
Wrestle with your intellect
As you might,
Work on it
Day and night.
Still, the written words just are not there;
And, you begin to wonder does it matter?
Would anyone, anyhow truly care?
So, you put it away
In the darkness of the mind,
Out of touch
And out of time.
The moments and seasons
Drift ever along,
To here and to there
On and on.
As life has a way of pounding
And dragging with a mix of wonder and drear,
Day unto day
Year after year;
Season upon season...
Until, for some unseen reason
You one day come to realize
It's still there...
In your soul, somewhere.
That beautiful old verse
From way back when,
So you seek it out
Once again.
Ponder and ponder through the mind
Search and search, look and look
Until you find
The nearly forgotten words
Of this fantastic old line.
When once more thought
It still lays open the soul so bare,
And gives cause again to wonder
Now, would-could anyone care?
Yet, with age comes shifting perspective
Thereby giving cause to think:
Does it truly matter anymore?
For is that- was that ever-
What the line
Was given for?
Soon your spirit soars
Whistling, to yourself, the old familiar score,
A time... or two...
As here again it has its mystic effect upon you,
Its movement, its passion
Its wonderful sense of sweet satisfaction;
The places it takes you
In your heart and mind,
Way back and way forward
Throughout all time.
As if a precious gift
Given for none other,
Your spirit alone to uplift
Like the tender note of a fantastic old lover.
Therefore you become quite aware
Even if no one else ever cares,
The line was never meant for the world.
Rather, all along
It's meaning to be known,
Was always and only...
For you alone.
It was only with you
Who could truly for it care,
That God did so, the line
Desire to share.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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I Hear Your Voice
So many nights thought that I was doing fine
Thought that time had chased your picture from my mind
So many times thought my heart was finally strong
Now I find this heart of mine was so wrong
I thought Id finally learned to get on with my life
I hear your voice-(call)
Your voice (call)
Your voice (call)
The way it used to do
I feel my heart (fall)
I try to keep you off my mind
But every time I do, I hear your voice
So many days I thought that I could love again
But any fool in love would know thats all pretend
You always seem to find your way
Back in my dreams and I cant break free
Chorus
You know I tried so many times just to forget you
Ive tried to walk away from you
Oh girl, its just no use
I hear your voice (call)
Your voice (call)
Your voice (call)
Calling me.. calling me the way...
I feel my heart (fall)
I try to keep you off my mind
But every time I do,
I hear your voice
I hear your voice
I hear your voice
song performed by by Lionel Richie
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Where Is Your Love
Refrain:
Where is your love
Day and night Im dreaming of you
And I wish my dream will come true
I need you, whatever I do
Tell me where,
Where is your love
Day and night Im dreaming of you
And I wish my dream will come true
I need you, whatever I do
Tell me where, where is your love
Refrain B:
Where is your love ( 4x )
Bridge 1:
I - cant believe what youve done to me
Now youre free
How - could I fall for someone like you
So untrue
Bridge 2:
I - feel so lonely again since youre gone
Ive been strong
I - thought forever that you would be mine
All the time
Rap 1:
I need you - but maybe its to late
To turn back the clock, to say I will excuse myself,
Im here to respect you
Touch you, feel you, thats what I want to
You are - my only temptation
One and one is two, I lost the vibration
Nine to nine, there is no sunshine
Without you my life has no colours and no time
Rap 2:
Walking - till the end of the road
For now and forever, Ill share your load
When youre next to me, I felt so strong
Seasons are changing, and now youre gone
Feels long - but its the right time
Cuts like a knife, inside my mind
This is my sign - the real love of my life
Get out of my heart, I will survive
Rap 3:
Youre so special - this is the right word
The more I think, the deeper it hurts
Love - no isolation
Think about togetherness, is my imagination
Temptation, now youre far away
Come back and stay, share my day
Hearts still bleading, mind is outta control
You touched my mind, my body and my soul
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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No Secrets
God knows us better than I know me
God knows we love the creator of our sea.
God knows we love color and softness of skin
God knows we try not to intentionally sin.
God knows we love the other half of earth's human gender
God knows we love children and the one from December.
God knows we love all living life
The fish, animals and of course; our loving wife.
God knows us because of the time lent
Even when we sit and just question; where it went.
God is our happiness, tears and joy
Magnificence seen in both the girls and the boys.
God knows we love silence and the word
God knows we love the beauty of a flying bird.
God knows us as we know the creator
God listens, while we human beings put off until later.
God is for each and everyone
God knows when in life we need a special somone.
God of nature and God of our soul
God is earthly singular and universal whole.
12-14-05 Aho Speaks
poem by AHO Speaks
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Look What Has Happened To Me
In the morning when I wake,
And my feet can find the floor,
I stumble down the hall,
And I open up the door,
Then I look into the mirror,
Just like I know you do.
Stopping for a moment,
I can feel my mind go through,
The boundries of time,
Back to a heart without his
Love inside.
I was more than just alone;
I was dying on my own,
Thinking that nothing was ever gonna
Save my life.
Look what has happened to me,
I find it hard to believe.
His love has taken my life
This far, so far....
Looking what has happened to me,
My mind can hardly conceive
What Im beginning to be,
Look what, look what....
When you stop and think it over,
Do you think youre doing well?
Are you getting stronger?
Can you really tell?
If youre truthful with your feelings,
Then you see theres room to grow,
Though you may have found the answer,
There is so much more to know....
More to this life.
You can never stop growing, or youll
Start to die.
I can not survive alone.
I am nothing on my own.
But seeings believing, and if you
Need to see,
Look at me.
Ahhhh....
Look what has happened to me,
I find it hard to believe.
His love has taken my life
This far, so far....
Look what has happened to me,
My mind can hardly conceive.
Look what has happened,
Look what, look what....
Look what has happened to me,
I find it hard to believe.
His love has taken my life
This far, so far....
Look what has happened to me,
My mind can hardly conceive
What Im beginning to be,
Look what, look what....
Look what has happened to me, (look what has happened to me,)
I find it hard to believe.
His love has taken my life
This far, so far....
Look what has happened to me,
My mind can hardly conceive
What Im beginning to be,
Look what, look what....
song performed by by Amy Grant
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The Seed And The Tree
Who can say for sure as to what came first: the seed or the tree?
If the seed came first where did it come from if not from the tree?
But then if the tree came first where did it come from except from a seed!
So then you'll have to re-ask again that question of the origin of the seed.
An endless circle with no logical conclusion soon appears
until one looks beyond the seed and the tree that it bears.
Although the seed comes from the tree and the tree from the seed
each one grows in the ground of mother Earth which both does feed.
The Earth is the womb of everything living and supports all we know
and then becomes the tomb back into which all forms one day must go.
The underlying essence of all nature is of consciousness-energy-intelligence
that includes and sustains all things despite our ever incessant belligerence.
Has anyone ever heard it said that God is in the form of the world
and so all within it carries a divine spark from which it has swirled.
God is the infinite eternal seed of all existence and can be experienced like this:
usually as an overwhelming love within us and as all power, knowledge and bliss.
So the seed and tree came from the Earth which itself has come from and exists in God
and to enquire where God has come from is useless if we haven't transcended this sod.
The limited mind of man has to merge into that unlimited universal mind of the Creator
only then can we know the original cause or final end of everything and of their Maker.
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Note:
This should remind one of the other similar paradox being that of 'the chicken and the egg'.
poem by George Krokos
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It Happens To Be Me
-artist: nat king cole
-from his the greatest of nat king cole lp-capitol slb 6803
-peak billboard position # 16 in 1954
-words and music by sammy gallop and arthur kent
Someone longs for you and your caress
Hes learning now how empty arms can be
Someone who used to know your kiss not long ago
That someone happens to be me
How he misses you and must confess
Without you hes like driftwood on the sea
Hes just a dreamer who is still in love with you
That dreamer happens to be me
Ill never know just why we parted
Its more than I can comprehend
I only know when you departed
You started a night that has no end
Perhaps therell come a time when youre alone
Your heart still haunted by a memory
If then you chance to find theres someone on your mind
I hope it happens to be me
Perhaps therell come a time when youre alone
Your heart still haunted by a memory
If then you chance to find theres someone on your mind
I hope it happens to be me
I hope it happens to be me
song performed by by Nat King Cole
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What Now Little Bird?
what now little bird?
you look around you
the nest is empty
and mother bird is far away
and siblings
have taken the first jump
to the pond
to learn to float
and then
fly
you think that mother-bird
comes back
to feed you with another worm?
no, little bird
no one is coming back for you
you do not even
know if you have a father-bird
to save you
no, little bird
do not wait
do not waste your time
the sun shines
and it is time
for you to go too
fly now
little bird
find the real meaning of your wings....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sami
Your love is shared with the passions of its muse and,
I will bring you the sweet fruits of my love for you always;
For your mind shared on this love is like,
The bird and the nectar up high on a tree top.
Churches and Assembles are around you like war!
And like the Passover Feast of the unleavened bread;
But blessed are your eyes on this sweet love,
For you are all that the muse of this sweet river brought to me.
The legacy of life and time is like you and i on this river,
Enjoying the stimulations of the drama that it takes;
And like the legacy of the care of one's love!
For the flume brickbats are with riposted acts and,
The heart of the poet is very complex to understand at times.
Share this tradition and share this view of mine,
And like the beautiful mind of love on a coast like this;
But with gift of Sami to gladden my heart,
And you are always part of the share from this love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Innocents Suicide
Innocents Suicide
Innocents of suicide lose the creator's gift of free will
Intellect lost in silent secrets and their mind forever still.
A sucide seldom only involves a singular individual one
The list inludes parents, family, friends, and God's will not be done.
Some of your yesterdays were just like today
The ones which were bad, you always threw away.
Innocents of a suicide lost God's gift of choice
No longer expressive is your mind and human voice.
If you wish to go then try to leave in peace
Sacrifice and give up your life and turn in your lease.
If you find it so difficult and can't find a friend
Go to the universal creator and say; 'I want my life to end'.
Each of us comes into the world and never alone
You insult your Mother to put her word love on your headstone.
If your life is filled with destructive forces and hate
Then talk with your God and do not hesitate.
Seek solace, speak, take a walk and if necessary cry
To kill an innocent soul is the same as a human suicide.
Tomorrow will never be exactly like the one today
The future you deny; because you intent is to slay.
11-07-06 Aho Speaks.
poem by AHO Speaks
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Universal Traveler
Universal Traveler - Air
(Talkie Walkie; Trans. by Tish)
I know so many
Places in the world
I follow the sun
In my silver plane
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
If you have a look
Outside on the sea
Everything is white
It's so wonderful
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
So far
So far
So far away
I met so many
People in my life
I've got many friends
Who can care for me
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Trust fills everywhere ?
And tomorrow
Is a brand new day
Let's go somewhere else
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
Universal traveler
So far
So far
So far away
So far
So far
So far away
So far
So far
So far away
So far
So far
So far away
song performed by by Air
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Outside My Picture Window
It has been said that there is a world outside my picture window and
Beyond the trees I see everyday and the sky, sometimes overcast and
Other days, when the sun rises early- I can see the sky and have often wondered if
There exists another world within our universe- I know that
There exists a world inside of my mind and
My pupils are the windows into which
People would look if I were to venture outward?
Beyond the sky, and beyond the sun-
Beyond that world inside my mind,
I would never know where there exists a place for me-
Last night outside of my window
I could see the stars- stars mean different things to different people as
Does the sun, the trees and this whole world outside-
The world inside my mind revolves about
The sun that shines upon my own horizon and
As for this world outside, all I can do is look- and to
See a tree, perhaps a single cloud and the grass that grows-
I have shut my mind to the people who live beyond
The trees, clouds and the grass that I can see-
That window opens to the world inside of my thoughts-
I have just shut and pulled the curtain to discourage all intruders-
I am lying by my window in total darkness now as I place my hand over my eyes,
Shutting out reality and now I can see mountains, flowering trees and
A creek flowing in which I can see my reflection and
I am running upon the grass that grows beneath my feet-
I believe I heard music playing inside the fortress of my mind-
It has been said there is a world outside and I have pulled the curtain
To the window once opened to veracity-
Darkness has never looked as beautiful as I am safe here in my solitude-
Even when the stars are shining and the sky is such a magnificent sight to see-
No place is as exquisite as the creek that runs through my inner space and
The sun inside the world of my thoughts that shines upon my horizon?
The stars are far away and all that is real, though just outside my picture window
I perceive as too far away for me to reach- I would touch the stars and I could be a dove
That can lift my wings and fly away from all that threatens, but only inside my dreams-
Children sing songs and read fairy tales and they believe and I believe that
The sun shines light upon their worlds and
Someday their dreams shall blossom as has mine and shall become their homes-
Home is the safe place inside a person's mind, not within the madding crowd that
Exists outside my picture window- even if the stars are always there- and
That unique and special sun shall just keep on shining upon the world of my dreams….
poem by Claudia Krizay
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I Want To Be Free
(words & music by jerry leiber - mike stoller)
Theres no joy in my heart,
Only sorrow
And Im sad
As a man can be
I sit alone in the darkness
Of my lonely room
And this room
Is a prison to me
I look at window
And what to I see
I see a bird
Way up in the tree
I want to be free free
Free - ee - ee - ee
I want to be free
Like the bird in the tree
What good are my eyes,
They cant see you
And my arms,
They cant hold so tight
I have two lips
That are yearning,
But theyre no good to me
Cause I know I cant kiss you tonight
I look at window
And what to I see
I see a bird
Way up in the tree
I want to be free free
Free - ee - ee - ee
I want to be free
Like the bird in the tree
I want to be free
Like the bird in the tree
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The Bird
(9/15/12)
I saw a bird perched on a tree
I looked at him and he looked at me.
The strangest bird that I ever did see
He had a tail about four inches long
With that body it did not belong.
He had a body smaller than a sparrow
With a beak long and narrow.
He made a sound that I never heard
Not like one you'd hear from a bird.
It was not like the sounds of a love bird
Canary, or cockatoo, but a soft whistle
Which filled the air, and with all
Living things it wanted to share.
It was like a hypnotic sound
And turned my head completely around.
His soft whistling cry was like
A call to the wild
Brought flocks of birds
Of every color and style.
Landing on every branch of the tree
And left no empty space that I could see.
This was the most beautiful sight that
I had ever saw, and I knew
I will see it no more.
© L. RAMS
poem by Louis Rams
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Mankinds Events
Before recorded time there was only the sun
Prior to the beginning there was an evil one.
Man came from out of the universal creator's desire
Before even the flame there was energy and fire.
Creation came prior to man's thoughts
Man is man, but a God he is definitely not.
Man could not survive without anoher
The vessel of earth's future; she is called our Mother
Evil waits on the opposite side to share and give
Children are humanities reason and purpose to live.
If the body and mind does not change and grow
Only yesterday's knowledge will the mind ever know.
Evil is alone and has no sisters of brothers
It exists by attachment to the mind of another.
Evil does exist but has no human life
Relatives of prejudice, hate and fear used to incite.
Evil holds not the keys to life and death
It has no children and resides where there is no energy left.
poem by AHO Speaks
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Leo And Honey Bird
u like to be a leo man
but i like to be a honey bird
i am honey bird
iam honey bird
may u are strong
may u are tough
but the little bird
is too smart too
and u are alone
and u never care
but this happy bird
has many friends
the life is to share
the life is too short
let we share this short
to share within love
then we are proud
to share our home
with the little bird
not with u -leo no
although u in share
with us in the earth
i am not proud
how we are alone
but about honey bird
we are all
proud
aboutthe little bird.
poem by Sallam Yassin
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Something Tells Me
Tonight I watch you in your sleep
Wondering what dark secrets you keep
Away from me
A careless word falls from your lips
A time and place that somehow slips
From a memory
I feel my way through darkness
But I trust in where your heart is
Cause each time I close my eyes
I can see better
I dream that we share our lives
Now and forever
Call it faith or just a feeling
Something tells me to believe in you
I feel you near but youre not there
And I feel quiet despair
Of what I might do
I hear a voice inside of me
That cries through the uncertainty
That I feel for you
There are no answers
But Ill take my chances
Cause each time I close my eyes
I can see better
I dream that we share our lives
Now and forever
Call it faith or just a feeling
Something tells me to believe in you
Something tells me (I believe in you)
Something tells me (you know I believe in you)
Everytime I close my eyes
Oh you know I believe in you
Something tells me
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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And The Grass Wont Pay No Mind
(words & music by neil diamond)
Listen easy, you can hear God calling
Walking barefoot by the stream
Come on to me, your hairs softly falling
On my face as in a dream
And the time will be our time
And the grass wont pay no mind
Saying nothing, lying where the sun is
Baking down upon our sides
My lips touch you, with their soft wet kisses
Your hands gentle in reply
And the time will be our time
And the grass wont pay no mind
Child, touch my soul with your cries
And the music will know what weve found
I, hear a hundred good-byes
But today I hear only one sound
The moment were living is now
Now now now now now now now
Young bird flying, and a soft wind blowing
Cools the sweat inside my palms
Close my eyes, hear the flowers growing
As you lay sleeping in my arms
And the time will be our time
And the grass wont pay no mind
No the grass wont pay no mind
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Something
I'm writing in hope for something with sweet melody,
A rhythm that can be felt,
A beauty that can be read.
With words flowing like water over rocks,
Steadily without fault or obstruction.
A liquid in its purest state.
I'm writing in hope for something with sweet remembrance,
Like the scent of falling rain,
Or the memorable sound of a mothers cooing voice.
Something so memorable,
The slightest reminder sends you back to the exact moment,
Replaying in unbroken pattern of mind.
I'm writing in hope for something spectacular to happen,
For my words to form a feeling so deep they hurt,
For each image to be as clear as these words on this paper.
I want you to feel what I feel,
A feeling of lonely discontent,
Sitting alone in my own my own world, writing away.
I am writing this in hope for something to stick with you,
A message or a meaning that I've hidden inside a syllable,
A voice of reason that you have kept from yourself,
Silenced with the voice of your shallow desires.
A dream that you once had forgotten,
Lost in the darkness of the night.
I am writing this in hope for something to be brought to light.
Maybe a buried thought that you wish you never had,
Or an inner conflict that you hadn't noticed but feel tearing apart your skin,
Even an aspiration you promised to live up to but left to die.
Something so lost in the world of your mind,
Swallowed by deep chasms of thought and memory.
I am writing this in hope of telling a story.
The story of a world that can only be imagined in a dark room,
Hidden from the world and apart from anything else.
The story of a broken heart of a shortened life,
The story of the silent cries of a lost soul reaching for sanity.
My own story, perhaps, or even yours, is this your story?
I am writing in hope of making your thoughts and feelings dance,
A slow and steady music in the background,
Propelling your eyes left to right and back again.
Following the steps of each word,
The flow off each line and stanza.
An endless waltz with the reader and the writer, will you dance with me?
I am writing in hope of making an impression on your mind,
Maybe not an everlasting one, but even just a brief moment,
A moment of realization that you are now reading what I have written,
That for one moment in time our minds share the same space and thought,
Each word playing in our head the same as the other's.
Can you hear my voice, can you feel my thoughts?
I don't know why I am writing, or why I am writing what I am writing,
But I know that it has accomplished one thing,
It has given a purpose to something, if even just a piece of paper,
It has given worth to something that at one point was just a blank sheet,
Waiting for something to be etched into its surface, making it something.
I guess that's why I'm writing, I'm just writing; something.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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