Watching Them Filter Us
Living disgruntled. Trying to find refuge from the annihilation of creativity.
The raucous caused by being meticulously animated.
Forlorn and gaunt from the holocaust of life that’s left body and soul emaciated for so long everything seems to be transparent and hollow.
poem by Vanessa Kingsley
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Grotesque
My
Man
Says
I weigh about four ounces,
Says I must have hollow legs.
And then say I,
'Yes,
I've hollow legs and a hollow soul and body.
There is nothing left of me.
You've burnt me dry.
You
Have
Run
Through all my veins in fever,
Through my soul in fever for
An endless time.
Why,
This small body is like an empty snail shell,
All the living soul of it
Burnt out in lime.'
poem by Lesbia Harford
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A Hungry And Thirsty Soul
a hungry and thirsty soul
how can a body then look so beautiful?
how can you satisfy a hungry and thirsty soul?
how can it die? the body asks
how can a soul so beautiful and forgiving be
in such a dirty, emaciated and bleeding body?
how can this body conceal such a hungry and thirsty soul?
look into the pool of my soul, and find if your light
can penetrate therein without bending
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Present State Of Spiritual Negligence
we feel sorry
everyday to the right God
because wrongly we
have feed our body
and soul
with the wrong food
and we have not become
healthy children
of his house
when we only try to
find the mirror of righteousness
we could have
seen how
emaciated our body has become
how pitiful is our
stinking soul
defiled
cracking skin and flesh
infested by worms
and soul
thinning out like
a desert air.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Where Could I Go But To The Lord
Living below in this old sinful world
Hardly a comfort can afford
Striving alone to face temptations call
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the lord
Neighbors are fun I love them everyone
We get along in sweet accord
But when I pass the chilling hand of death
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the lord
Life here is grand with friends I love so well
Comfort I get from gods own word
But when my soul needs manna from above
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go where could I go
Seeking a refuge for my soul
Needing a friend to help me in the end
Where could I go to the lord
Where could I go to the lord
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Pain Pain by cedrick dennis
Pain Pain over here pain over there Pain in my heart pain in my soul Pain in my mind Pain in my skin pain in my bones Pain being caused left and right Pain being caused till the heart bleeds red Pain being caused till the skin and bone rip Pain being caused till you break into tears Pain at school Pain at home Pain in my head, pain in my heart Pain in my mind, pain in my soul Pain happening in my sleep Pain happening in my thoughts Pain happening when I’m alone Pain happening in the shower, in my room, in my bed, in my house where I’m all alone Pain happening every hour, every minute, every second of my life Pain caused by anger and hate Pain caused by hurt Pain caused by greed Pain caused by sorrow and depression Pain caused by grief and confusion Pain caused by your family and friends Pain caused by the world Pain caused by people you love Pain driving me crazy Causing me to take pills till it fills up my veins I go to sleep never to wake up and see that light The light that will end my pain for good
poem by Cedrick Dennis
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Morning Refuge Prayer
i take refuge in the Buddha
who shows us the path.
i take refuge in the Dharma
that teaches us to walk in compassion.
i take refuge in the Sangha
the family of living beings working together for peace.
i take refuge in Jesus
in the way that He lived and died.
in the Kingdom of Heaven within us
that heals the sick and feeds the hungry.
i take refuge in the Tao
in the uncarved block.
in water flowing over rocks
finding its own way.
i take refuge in the Great Spirit
in the embrace of Mother Earth.
i take refuge in the wind and rain
in the thunder and lightning,
in the stillness of night.
i take refuge in the howl of the wolf,
in the eyes of small children.
in the truth that breaks down the wall
between living and existing, between sorrow and joy.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Living thing has to perish
Any living thing has to perish
Any start will have to finish
We are all mortals so face the disintegration
Nothing to remain behind with any such relation
Your journey and quest starts from the day one
It is not taught by or guided by any one
It is from the clear instinct that you surge ahead
It may be immaterial whether you fall back or take the lead
The body is made up of bones and flashes
It may get torn up if subjected to lashes
Even the river water washes bank
Thinking seriously and always thank
We have to find permanent refuge
The task is not small but very huge
We will have to find place to rest
When time comes to call off after delivering best
The soul may be air borne when body is laid
“It has no use without body” proverbs said
Everything comes to an end when you are no more
There is permanent place to sleep with heavy snore
You have found the place near the grave
You were so powerful and very brave
It did not help when final countdown started
You left the place with heavy heart and really parted
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Which Comes First
when two people get married
is it a marriage of Body and Mind?
or is it a marriage of Heart and Soul?
and which one comes first?
SOMETHING TO PONDER!
what did i feel when i proposed?
my Body: told me that i ached for
the joining together, and sexual fulfillment.
my Mind: told me that i wanted to be
with her for the rest of my life.
my Heart: felt empty without her.
my Soul: soared to the highest height
to see all that could be given and achieved.
when i first saw you my Heart stood still
like on a roller coaster going down
and feeling the thrill.
and as that thrill rose, my Soul climbed high above
to show me this beautiful love.
this love so strong that it consumed my Body and Mind.
that it took me to 'the end of time'.
so for me which came first, as you can
plainly see, Heart and Soul was the one for me.
i give you my Heart- and all it contains
for without you, my life will never be the same.
i give you my Soul-for that is the other part
that i have to give
for without a Soul we can not live.
i give you my Mind- for your love to control
for it protects my Heart and Soul.
i give you my Body-
which is an empty shell
for without your love, i'm in living hell.
these are the four parts of this mere man
and i give it to you, for that's my plan.
i would take the human sufferings of
torture, pain and defeat
as long as i know your love i'll keep.
'YOU ARE LIFE' and all that it holds
Body, Mind, Heart and Soul.
take me as you would a breath of air
and my life with you i will share.
I THINK THE ANSWER THAT I HAVE GIVEN
SHOWS THAT LIFE IS WORTH LIVING.
poem by Louis Rams
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The Concept of the Death
What is death? Why is it? Who causes it?
Living things are animated objects.
The dead are so when unanimated.
Cessation of animation is death.
Who terminates the animation:
The soul or the body? Neither of them.
The soul leaves not that the body decays.
The body decays not that the soul leaves.
Neither the body nor the soul promotes
The death nor do they desert each other.
They together succumb to the pressure
Exerted by the force present outside
Death happens when the matters break down
By accidents of the external force,
Or when they weaken from the external stress
Or when they are eaten by the predators.
The flame is to burn till the matter lasts,
The life is to run till the body lasts.
The flame is to die with no more matter.
The life is to cease with no more addition.
Degraded and disintegrated
By saprophytes at different stages,
The dead matters turn basic elements
And settle as inorganic matters.
The elements add to the growth of plants,
Plants to the growth of the herbivorous
And the herbivorous to the carnivorous
With the participation of the life force.
The drive of the life force is to survive
Against the pressure of the external force
The life force builds up the matter in growth
And when it could not, it dies with the matter
The plants and animals form a network
Trough which runs the life force, which is the soul,
Whose drive is to feed, grow and procreate.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Cursed Blessing
She came to this world
one lovely day
The wind danced and twirled
Even the sun came out to play
She grew
With a family by her side
They were stuck together like glue
But then one day, they all died
What did she have remaining?
After the Holocaust took them away
Her heart was flooded from the nonstop raining
Left alone like a stray
*She found a new life for her
In a place called America*
Her children were silent
Yet fine all the same
Her life was violent
But who else was there to blame?
*One day, a skii trip came
And she broke her leg*
*She lost her license
And was left at home alone more often*
Life is never fair
But it has a few rewards
Children and grandkids with a flare
Living life so others can too
It's hard
It's tough
Your soul has been scarred
I know it's been enough
*But there was more...*
You have lived a long time
With more pain in it than mine
I swear it's a crime
That you had to go through it all
Then you were given alzheimer's disease
And your memory was erased
You can't remember anything I said a second ago
Or who I am
But at least the bad in your life is hidden from your sight
It's good, it's bad
It's happiness, it's sad
I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse...
poem by Oustine Hao
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Hollow Man
Emptiness consuming me
Head in hands, I can hardly speak
looking for solitude, Lost in humanity
True knowledge leads to suffering
A constant quest an endless dream
Searching for inner peace, hidden so deep in me
Don't wanna be a hollow man
Ain't gonna be the hollow man
Don't wanna be a hollow man
Ain't gonna be the hollow man
Sadness comes knocking constantly
Filling up my eyes, for all to see
Peace will come some day, I pray that it finds a way
Darkness caressing my mind and soul
My spirits rejecting, I'm feeling whole
Emptiness goes away, fills with the light of day
Don't wanna be a hollow man
Ain't gonna be the hollow man
Don't wanna be a hollow man
Ain't gonna be the hollow man
I rise up like the pheonix from the ashes of an older way
With wisdom gained, I turn away, I turned away
Hollow man, find yourself some other Plan
Don't wanna be a hollow man Ain't gonna be the hollow man
Don't wanna be a hollow man
Ain't gonna be the hollow man
song performed by by Iced Earth
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Jillian
I've Been Dreaming For So Long
To Find The Meaning
To Understand
The Secret Of Life
Why Am I Here
To Try Again
We'll Always
We'll Always
See The Truth,
When Its Stares Ya In The Face
Will I Ever
Will I Never Free Myself
Breaking These Chains
Chorus
In My Heart In My Soul
I Turn It Back It's My Fault
Your Destiny Is Forlorn
After The Turning Sun
In My Heart In My Soul
I Turn It Back
And Then I've Lost
My Key On The Way
I've Been Living For So Long
Many Seasons Past Me By
I've Seen Kindoms Through Ages
Rise And Fall
I've Seen It All
I've Seen The Harbour
I've Seen The Wonders
Happing Just In Front Of My Eyes
Will I Ever
Will I Never Free Myself By Breaking It Right?
Chorus
Jillian
Our Dream Ended Long Ago
All Our Stories
And All Our Glories
I Held So Dear
We Won't Be Together For Ever and Ever
No More Tears
I'll Always Be Here
'Till The End
"Voices" Jillian
Chorus
song performed by by Within Temptation
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Beyond The Oceans Set To Sail...
Beyond the oceans...
Set to sail...!
My soul is lost to an unknown land...!
It screams...
It weeps...
My sleepless nights to help...
My anchor hooked to shores...
Left calm oceans behind...
What if stillness too awaits...ever after
My soul for sake...soulless in loneliness and darkness...
What if I hit to seas...
And it's clamoring rage... To find my soul, my friend no more...
My fears and anxiety ever grow...
Oceans apart...
He calls his love his life...
I by a haunted vision held back to earth's promises...
Life's ties...!
Holy rituals...!
Conventions...!
Night's dark shadow casting upon cold body, hollow...
Moon's faint image grows over the dark sea, over my dumbness, heartlessness
Mourning over my soul's death...
poem by Lama Abbas
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Creativity is a great motivator because it makes people interested in what they are doing. Creativity gives hope that there can be a worthwhile idea. Creativity gives the possibility of some sort of achievement to everyone. Creativity makes life more fun and more interesting.
quote by Edward de Bono
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Of The Body And Soul...
upon a fusion, you live immersed
conscious about a self within a self
(as in soul bathed in a body,
body trapped by the roaming soul)
sometimes you sigh
this body is so beautiful and my soul has wasted it,
if i (soul) were just enough,
a transfer should have been made a long time ago
liberating this body and letting it find its own definition of joy
the soul is selfish, having entered it has no key for the exit
these two have been too irreconcilable
everyday is an argument, every night a disillusion
fate, bad luck, inseparability, the absurdity of having to live
on immiscible arrangements
water and oil, sky and earth
the days are running, there is nothing detachable.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Night Turned Into Day
my night is turned into day
my day is turned into night
thoughts ideas creativity fight
with bodies endurance to write
time ticks exhaustion due slays
mind rapture pace swift runs
body at rest at last fail lays
creativity passion turns burns
long hours of night wither away
creativity turns night into day
my night is turned into my day
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Living Again...
i thought my life was over
no where else but to end
then suddenly im woke up
by a love from within
in so much pain and darkest waste
my life was one that was so displaced
by venom slow and subtle i fear
that had me always in so many tears
never knowing what i did
to bring on so much pain well hid
never seeing that it wasn't me
never knowing i was not free
but then as i was exited
by all the hate and ugliness
left to find my own simple way
left to die on the street some day
along comes sunshine and gentle rain
to remind me that i am not to blame
and that i am a living soul
who has so much left to show
loving me and caring too
attending to my emotional wounds
exercising my guilt away
reminding me that i am ok
living again i am today
in the light of love i am
living again is my own way
of saying that i love her so
poem by Talile Ali
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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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Poor Angels
At this hour the soul floats weightlessly
through the city streets, speechless and invisible,
astonished by the smoky blend of grays and golds
seeping out of the air, the dark half-tones
of dusk suddenly filling the urban sky
while the body sits listlessly by the window
sullen and heavy, too exhausted to move,
too weary to stand up or to lie down.
At this hour the soul is like a yellow wing
slipping through the treetops, a little ecstatic
cloud hovering over the sidewalks, calling out
to the approaching night, “Amaze me, amaze me,”
while the body sits glumly by the window
listening to the clear summons of the dead
transparent as glass, clairvoyant as crystal.
Some nights it is almost ready to join them.
Oh, this is a strange, unlikely tethering,
a furious grafting of the quick and the slow:
when the soul flies up, the body sinks down
and all night—locked in the same cramped room—
they go on quarreling, stubbornly threatening
to leave each other, wordlessly filling the air
with the sound of a low internal burning.
How long can this bewildering marriage last?
At midnight the soul dreams of a small fire
of stars flaming on the other side of the sky,
but the body stares into an empty night sheen,
a hollow-eyed darkness. Poor luckless angels,
feverish old loves: don’t separate yet.
Let what rises live with what descends.
poem by Edward Hirsch
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White Currants
Shall I give you white currants?
I do not know why, but I have a sudden fancy for this fruit.
At the moment, the idea of them cherishes my senses,
And they seem more desirable than flawless emeralds.
Since I am, in fact, empty-handed,
I might have chosen gems out of India,
But I choose white currants.
Is it because the raucous wind is hurtling round the house-corners?
I see it with curled lips and stripped fangs, gaunt and haunting energy,
Come to snout, and nibble, and kill the little crocus roots.
Shall we call it white currants?
You may consider it as a symbol if you pelase.
You may find them tart, or sweet, or merely agreeable in colour,
So long as you accept them,
And me.
poem by Amy Lowell
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