The Paradoxal Saint
A sinner in search of a hideaway
A saint in search of a glorious prize
some call him broken
some call him names
The love of many has come to him
The hate of many has overcome him
Life has given him dreams
God has given him hope
A sinner in search of paradise
A saint in search of satisfaction
some call him spiritual
some call him dead
the broken truth of so many lies
the spoken truth of so many words
Life has given him lust
God has given him love
This strange paradox of saint and sinner
The strange irony of love and hate
poem by Branden Aeling
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Sinner Or Saint
Stand bold, for the ride,
Right now, you know that is the place to be
To watch humankind, stumble into another century
Take no prisoners,
Their sure at giving you the run-around
Violance, on your mind,
Cus your attention is the battleground
What are you?
A sinner or saint
You gotta be
A sinner or saint
Ice cool walawyers,
Straight up and guerentee your gonna get
All that you deserve,
Sit down, blockin your way, seen nothin yet
(chorus)
What are you?
That is your fate
You gotta be
A sinner or saint
Some poeple love too fast
Some people live too long
And so Ive got to ask
Do you know right from wrong?
Disa-ssembler, will you ever, really be a saint...
Still on for the ride,
Who cares if you loose or win
They can bleed you dry,
When youre, a pumping the adrenelin
(chorus)
What are you?
Its never too late
You gotta be
A sinner or saint..
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Saint in a sinner
Saint in a sinner
~
There’s a different kind of beauty
Found beneath the depths of the eye
All that glitters is not gold
But to a shining light we are sold
A promise of salvation
To be bestowed unto the heart
The beautiful mind in speaking
Has a torment of it own
Hear a saint in a sinner present
A demon in new clothes
That which we hunger for
Desire to the very end
Blinds us to the reality
The beauty we often seek to find
Is not always what we expect
When revealed a saint in a sinner
The gold of the impassioned greed
Is a different kind of beautiful
Than that which we already know
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Search For Me
Search for me with your nakedness and i will be ready for you,
Search for me with your mind and i will lead you on,
Search for me with your peace i will care for you,
Search for me with your kindness and i will humble you,
And like the cares of this world and the care of this life;
But, woe to those who call evil righteous.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Outlaw Man
I am an outlaw, I was born an outlaws son
The highway is my legacy
On the highway I will run
In one hand Ive a bible
In the other Ive got a gun
Well, don you know me
Im the man who won
Woman dont try to love me
Dont try to understand
A life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man
First left my woman, it was down in santa fe
Headed for oklahoma, I was ridin night and day
All of my friends are strangers,
They quickly come and go
And all my loves in danger,
cause I steal hearts and souls
Woman, dont try to love me
Dont try to understand a life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man
Oo....
Woman, dont try to love me
Dont try to understand
A life upon the road is the life of an outlaw man
Some me call me abel,
Some men call me cain,
Some men call me sinner, lord
Some men call me saint
Some say theres a jesus
Some men say there aint
When you got no life to lose
Then theres nothin left to gain
Outlaw man
Outlaw man
song performed by by Eagles
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Search It
search anything
in your life
search any thing...
you search u got it...
you did not search
waste of life time...
you search any thing
any time search...
not only google.com
search all ways
what do u want...?
search it
the life is search only
you search your inner
you got many more...
search with you...
search the another's
and search the world...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Under Saturn
Do not curse this day
I have become bearded
Still not yet a sage
As some would say
He sits on the grime
of this age and repose
all endearment
to enlightenment.
I have also come to a stage
Where I would resign to fate
And kill all doubt on divine.
A God of the age
Jews call Him Jehovah
And Islamists would say Allah,
May His name be praised.
To achieve these feats
That religion preach
Not all could defeat doubt
That has eaten up my heart.
Still in search for truth,
How a world such as this
came through.
Scholars call it philosophy
Agnostics would not mention it
Atheists need get more education
As they recline on the divinity
of a higher God.
Under Saturn came an age
Devoid of strife and pain
Greek later gods lived in hate
and rage,
With all human attributes
and weaknesses
They were placed on Olympuses
And Zeus sat up there as a god
With every human faults,
Who could judge his wrongs?
As he lived to satisfy his own
sexual lust.
Over my decades of sojourn
in this age,
I have discovered philosophy
Holds a remedy to the malady
of this age
That man have come to loathe
and hate.
In a search for truth
Man could sit and think thru'
That the true God is but a
polysemic name,
An embodiment of a love
That has so eluded this age
And the inhabitants of
His world.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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I Search
I search for that something called an Identity
I search for the eternally dynamic being called 'me'
I search for that ever-elusive ray of Hope
That'll steady my walk on life's tightrope
I search for that stroke of Brilliance
That'll make me stand out among millions
I search for that much-needed Common Sense
That'll help me to decipher utter nonsense
I search for that slippery thing called Fame
That'll erase all my past memories of shame
I search for that quality called Tenacity
That'll help me cope with life's complexity
I search for that something called a Carefree Life
That'll remove me from worries and Danger's knife
I search for something called an Identity
And I still search for that being called 'me'
poem by Rony Patra
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Unnamed Love
The Gloom,
I wandered through
screamed at me
like a wolf adoring
the new moon,
it howled at me,
to stop my search!
Overhead,
starry skies
kept staring at me,
like a virgin flirting
with her first crush,
they winked at me,
to stop my search!
The chilly breeze,
kept touching my hair
as a polite hooker,
it invited me to dance
with the night,
to stop my search!
The twinkling fireflies
caught up to me
as a cop stopping a car,
they signalled me,
to stop my search!
But...
for my own sake
and for my sanity
for the little that I call my life
for the continuation of my dreams
and for my unnamed love
I didn't...
I wouldn't...
I couldn't...
STOP!
poem by Pamuditha Zen Anjana
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Scandalous Life
Im the king of the city of broken hearts
Ill let you in, but nobodys gotten out alive yet
No saint, no sinner, no sinner, no saint
But theyve all come looking for some satisfaction
Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain
No I cant give you what you want
But I can give you what you need baby
Ill be your lover but Im not your friend
Cause when your heart it breaks
Wont be round long enough to pick it up
Yeah baby
Ive lived a scandalous life
Dont try to change it and dont mistake it
Ive lived a scandalous life
And in the end Ill be the one to take your heart and break it
Sure enough, youve got men with more money and grace
Ill make love til the sweats running down my face
Pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain
Yeah youve got it if your looking for some action
Ill take you to heaven
Heaven and hell
Though I dont give you what you want
I can give you what you need baby
Though you just might regret somebody like me
But when your legs are shaking
Youll know I know just how to serve it up
Yeah baby
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Fearless Boogie
CALL ME A PRETTY BOY
THEY CALL ME A SAINT
THEY CALL ME A SINNER
IT'S GONNA BE THE SAME
NOW I'M NOT AFRAID
AND I'M NOT AFEARED
I AIN'T GONNA LOSE IT
AND I'M NOT SCARED
TO DO THE FEARLESS BOOGIE
TO DO THE FEARLESS BOOGIE
SMOKIN' FEARLESS BOOGIE
UNTIL IT'S GONE
THEY CALL ME A PONTIAC
THE RED IN MY NECK
THEY CALL ME A CADILLAC
THEY CALL ME A WRECK
NOW I'M NOT AFRAID
AND I'M NOT SCARED
NOW I AIN'T GONNA LOSE IT
NO
song performed by by ZZ Top from XXX
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Call Me
(steve benson)
Producer for bonnie: steve benson
Love will always find the way
Feelings are the hardest words to say
Oh call me, call me
Baby, always call your name
I would never feel this way again
Oh call me, call me
There is love enough, enough for two
There will never he another you
How can you mend a broken heart
Oh he said goodbye without a tear
Through a million souls, a million fears
Thats no way to say goodbye
*call me, call me
Tell me what you feel
My love never dies
(my love never dies)
Call me, call me
Tell me what you feel
You light up my life
(you light up my life)
Love dont ever die
Ill he there if you want me
Im living with my memories
Oh call me, call me
From the bottom of your heart
You swore wed never break apart
Oh call me, call me
Oh hold on tight and dont let go
If you love me let me know
I never had a love like ours
Call me, call me
Tell me what you feel
My love never dies
(my love never dies)
Call me, call me
Tell me what you feel
You light up my life
Oh Im never gonna give you up
Why did you break my lonely heart
My world begins and ends with you
If theres one thing that I know
Babe, Ill never let you go
If I sold my heart to you
Call me, call me
Tell me what you feel
My love never dies
Call me, call me
Tell me what you feel
You light up my life
(you light up my life)
(* repeat)
Call me, call me
Tell me what you feel
My love never dies
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Search Song
Search
For peace
Search
For some understanding
Search
For answers
That you are dying to know
Search for the truth
Because only the truth will set you free
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Rush Limbaugh = Judgement Day
Every sinner has their future
As every saint has their past.
All of us have shamed our Lord
By ungodliness we allow to last.
Our world has its givers and believers
Sinners, falsehoods, wars, and those who take.
Blessings, happiness, hate, fear and lust
Love, forgiveness, faith and heartbreak.
As Christians we can't help but ponder
All our misjudgments in life we've made.
We contemplate the day we must stand before God
And account for our conduct on parade.
Lie Versus Truth
I always
Speak the truth
But
How can I lie?
Since I speak truth
I admit
Sometimes
I also speak lies
Unable to decide
I am truthful
Or a liar
I expressed
My dilemma
To an old saint
Who replied?
A liar is a liar
Similar to a sinner
All said and done
A truth
Which can take a life?
Is worse than a lie
A lie
Which can save a life?
Is better than
Any truth
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Small Footprint
If you still haven't heard from me.
You probably never will.
A drifter drinking straight out of the still.
The wisdom of climbing up the hill.
The sweat disappears.
I haven't been so nervous in years.
But now I'm here.
And its raining so damn hard.
It's a elaborate environment.
So many complexities.
They call this a new age.
I call it just another new phase.
The craze will be over soon enough.
One color forever and always looming in the background.
Solid as the ground in which I stand.
Some have a plan.
Some do not.
But so what.
Things will not play out as in Romeo and Juliet.
So many tragedies have spoken.
So many promise have broken.
A wounding look in her eyes oh oh no.
This will never do.
You got a second chance.
So my call is to you.
In a world we must hold on to.
Never let go.
No matter the grimness of it.
No matter ugliness of it.
Their is just no denying it.
Their is only surviving it.
The judge hands down his sentence approved by your peers.
Do you accept?
Do you reject?
Or make a counter offer for the better?
It's a letter that must put under the flame of a candle once read.
For truth is controversial and will create a massive outcry.
Something I most certainly can not deny.
But still I will fight for my right to see the demons that hide upon men's shadows.
I been told be ever careful.
For I could be devoured as so many souls that have come before me.
For some things your better off not knowing.
In the search of truth and love.
You will find evil, hate, and sorrow.
With words I only wish to borrow let me leave my small footprint so others can follow.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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I Call You Friend
I call You kindness
I call You gentleness
I call You Truth.
I call You beauty
I call You wisdom
I call You Beloved.
I call You light
I call You trust
I call You father, mother,
daughter, son
I love You because I must
I call You Friend.
poem by Gillian Commerford
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I Love That I Love You
I love that you are here with me
I love that we are still friends
I love when we talk you always smile
I love that you’re alive
I love that I make you happy
I love that I can’t forget you
I love that it’s everything I wanted
I love that you’re here
I love when you smile
I love that I always smile with you
I love that we get along wherever we are
I love that I love you
I love when we laugh together
I love when I hug you
I love that our friends know,
I love you
I love that I only want you
I love that fate brought us together
I love the way you talk to me
I love that you are here in my life
I love how you choose me than them
I love your words
I love that you’re clean
I love that you make me feel special
I love that you’re mine
I love our friends
I love how you’re peaceful
I love your parents
I love how well they’ve raised you
I love seeing you smile
I love that you mean so much
I love that I love you
I love how I would kill to be with you
I love that you’re in my heart forever
I love that you are my first love but
I hate that I love you too much
I hate that I don't hate you
Lilly James
I hate that you left me
I have that I fell for you
I hate that your smile haunts
I hate that you died
I hate that I can't be angry
I hate that I'm upset
I hate that you wanted this
I hate that I wasn't enough
I hate that I couldn't make you happy
I hate that your gone
I hate that I don't hate you
I hate that your laugh is gone
I hate your gentle kisses
I hate your friends for not crying
I hate that I can't stop crying
I hate that life goes on
I hate that your not actually dead
I hate your choices
I hate the drugs that you love
I hate I feel that your dead
I hate you're no longer mine
I hate the people you now call friends
I hate the men you sleep with
I hate your dad for what he's done
I hate seeing you so unhappy
I hate so many things but the one
I hate the most
I hate that I love you
I hate I would die for you
I hate I'll never get over you
I hate this new you
I hate myself for not hating you
poem by Katie Countryman
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Y' In Your Name?
The divining rod which is searching for water
Looks like a Y if you remember.
With your Y in all your life you will be a searcher,
Going on with an open mind for something newer.
Some of you will search for some new wisdom,
Some just for a newer flower blossom,
Big or small search all brings something new,
Even if you just search constantly for your keys, a tool or a screw.
If you choose to search for spiritual wisdom,
Your life can change for an everlasting stardom.
So, choose wisely how to use your Y,
Search for something useful, not just asking aimlessly, why?
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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I hate that I don't hate you
I hate that you left me
I have that I fell for you
I hate that your smile haunts
I hate that you died
I hate that I can't be angry
I hate that I'm upset
I hate that you wanted this
I hate that I wasn't enough
I hate that I couldn't make you happy
I hate that your gone
I hate that I don't hate you
I hate that your laugh is gone
I hate your gentle kisses
I hate your friends for not crying
I hate that I can't stop crying
I hate that life goes on
I hate that your not actually dead
I hate your choices
I hate the drugs that you love
I hate I feel that your dead
I hate you're no longer mine
I hate the people you now call friends
I hate the men you sleep with
I hate your dad for what he's done
I hate seeing you so unhappy
I hate so many things but the one
I hate the most
I hate that I love you
I hate I would die for you
I hate I'll never get over you
I hate this new you
I hate myself for not hating you
poem by Jordyn Heal
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You cannot make a sinner into a saint by killing him. He who does not live as a saint here will never live as a saint hereafter.
quote by Charles Spurgeon
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