Your Heart Is So Sad
Your heart is so painful and sad,
You can’t find any consolation,
Things seem to be hopeless and bad,
Everything you need is isolation…
But your soul likes the sweet silence
When it leaves all the joys of the world.
Your tired thoughts try to find balance,
The air still remains undisturbed…
You are grateful for the blessed moment
And despise everything except the holy peace.
Your sad heart is serene and patient,
Your soul fills with God’s grace and bliss…
poem by Jolanta Gradowicz
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Heavy Moral Burden
There's a park in this city
Where my soul can dream that I'm happy
And that she remains with me.
I've been lost like the meaning
Of an ancient hieroglyphic
For innumerable years.
Once there was silence
Undisturbed by words
And there was consolation in her eyes.
One day, after I've buried
My self-deceptive lies, I'll find a way
To say I'm still in love with her.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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On Divine Love By Meditating On The Wounds Of Christ
Holy Jesus! God of Love!
Look with pity from above,
Shed the precious purple tide
From thine hands, thy feet, thy side,
Let thy streams of comfort roll,
Let them please and fill my soul.
Let me thus for ever be
Full of gladness, full of thee,
This for which my wishes pine
Is the cup of love divine,
Sweet affections flow from hence,
Sweet above the joys of sense;
Blessed Philtre! how we find
Its sacred worships, how the mind
Of all the world forgetful grown,
Can despise an earthly throne,
Raise its thoughts to Realms above,
Think of God, and sing of love.
Love Celestial, wond'rous heat
O beyond expression great!
What resistless charms were thine
In thy good thy best design!
When God was hated, Sin obey'd,
And man undone without thy aid.
From the seats of endless peace
They brought the son, the Lord of grace,
They taught him to receive a birth,
To cloath in flesh, to live on earth,
And after lifted him on high,
And taught him on the Cross to die.
Love Celestial ardent fire,
O extreme of sweet desire!
Spread thy brightly raging flame
Thro' and over all my frame;
Let it warm me let it burn,
Let my corps to ashes turn,
And might thy flame thus act with me
To set the soul from body free,
I next wou'd use thy wings and fly
To meet my Jesus in the sky.
poem by Thomas Parnell
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Lady Ice
Lady ice, slips into her soul
Lady ice, leaves a house so cold
Lady ice, did you know that the world was lonely too?
Drifting snows searching flames and hide
Burning stones, as she looks for the heart somebody stole
She knows the violation, lovers arms, without occasion..
Who knows where to find a true heart for lady ice?
-
Mezmerized in the candle flame
Compromised by the cruel bands of steel around her breast
She knows the desolation, of lovers arms, their isolation..
Who knows where to find the true heart for lady ice?
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Ladys eyes, slip away from the part she plays in school
She knows of roles and hide-aways
Suppose she knows the times away?
She knows where to find the true heart for lady ice..
Lady ice, step outside your soul
Lady ice, do you know that the world is frightened too?
song performed by by Duran Duran
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I Dont Wanna Cry
- m. carey - n. m. walden -
Uhh
Hoo
Yeah
Once again we sit in silence
After all is said and done
Only emptiness inside us
Baby, look what weve become (oh)
We can make a million promises
But we still wont change
It isnt right to stay together
When you only bring each other pain
I dont wanna cry
Dont wanna cry
Nothing in the world
Could take us back
To where we used to be
Though Ive give you my heart and soul
(given you my heart and soul)
I must find a way of letting go
cause baby
I dont wanna cry
I dont wanna cry
Heay
Too far apart to bridge the distance
But something keeps us hanging on and on
Pretending not to know the difference
Denying what we had is gone
Every moment were together
Its just breaking me down
I know we swore it was forever
But it hurts too much to stay around
I dont wanna cry
Dont wanna cry
Nothing in the world
Could take us back
To where we used to be
Though Ive give you my heart and soul
(given you my heart and soul)
I must find a way of letting go
cause baby
I dont wanna cry
Uuh
I dont wanna cry
No
All the magics gone
Theres just a shadow of a memory
Something just went wrong
We cant go on make-believing
I dont wanna cry
Dont wanna cry
Nothing in the world
Could take us back
To where we used to be
Though Ive give you my heart and soul
(given you my heart and soul)
I must find a way of letting go
cause baby
I dont wanna cry
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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0399 The Eye of I
our deepest being is that which observes:
which watches, far beyond all forms of thought,
as hand and tool and all the senses serve
to find and make new things; or shine at sport;
which watches its own stillness in deep peace
and knows it knows, yet knows not what that is -
except that in this being is release
from all that's not; a peace akin to bliss.
There may be further being yet to be;
but in this present observation shines
a world that's fresh, and bright, and new, and free,
which fills the heart with joy, and clears the mind.
If we should doubt that we know 'self' or 'soul' -
that one, who's still, and knows 'I am', tells all.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Silence (Part I)
Sometimes I see you as my child,
Sometimes I see you as my sweetheart,
And when I look into your eyes,
I see that tender and sweet smile,
And I want to say what’s in my heart,
And I want to tell you how I feel,
But my voice remains there, still,
And I just stare at your loving face,
And let the love from my heart,
Flow like a wild river in furious race,
to enfold your sweet and pure soul
with a sea of love and tenderness.
Sometimes there’s so much to say,
but nothing flows from my lips,
And only silence is there to stay,
And only the silence I should keep,
Because what I had to say was already said,
How words could express
never-ending love and tenderness?
How could I just say at one time,
I love you more than my own life?
And there remains the deep silence,
Silence and more silence,
to signal that divine presence,
of my silent love; my heart’s essence.
But this silence is not empty silence,
when divine love fills all my senses,
when nature’s beauty colours your soul,
and fades away all pity and woe.
Because when there is silence,
you can hear the silent language,
the heavenly music of my heart’s song,
God’s eternal music He’s been playing all along,
And in that silence you’ll hear my song,
The endless tune that my love sings,
with the sweetest notes in your luscious dreams,
which eternally flow like endless streams.
(2009)
poem by Roberto Echanes
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Love Remains (feat. Christopher Cross)
Album: When It All Goes South
When the last drop of rain has fallen
When the final note has drifted away
When the earth ceases to turn
And the last fire has burned
When the wind stops its ceaseless blowing
When the last wave has come into shore
When the sun has called it a day
And the stars have all floated away
My heart will still be yours, baby
My dreams will still be yours, darlin'
You and I will find nothing has changed
Love, love, love
Love, love, love (remains)
When we have grown old together
And the hourglass runs out of sand
Darlin' you will kiss me and then
Forever starts all over again
My heart will still be yours, baby
My dreams will still be yours, darlin'
You and I will find nothing has changed
Love, love, love
Love, love, love (remains)
My soul is one with yours, baby
Just to hold you drives me crazy
In your eyes I see... you feel the same
Love, love, love
Love, love, love remains
Love remains like an endless flame
Through the brightest joys and the darkest pain
In the end....
My heart will still be yours, baby
My dreams will still be yours, darlin'
You and I will find nothing has changed
Love, love, love
Love, love, love (remains)
My soul is one with yours, baby
Just to hold you drives me crazy
In your eyes I see... you feel the same
Love, love, love
Love, love, love remains
Love, love, love
Love, love, still remains
Love, love, love
Love, love, remains
Love, love, love
Love, remains
Love, love, love
Love, love, still remains
Love, love, love
Love, love, love
Love, love, still remains
Oh, love, love, love
Love, love, love
Oh, love, love, love
song performed by by Alabama
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Music
Mellow sounds that gently touch
With soft caressing notes
Taking one to heights as such
As clouds in azure skies She floats.
Sweet Melody so fascinating
Fills one's soul with wondrous tones
A flight of audible escaping
With Her one never feels alone.
Music soothes a heart's own pain
A mermaid of such consolation,
Her songs embracing sweet refrain
So tenderly will calm emotions.
A moment with Her richly heals
Whatever sorrow ails the soul,
For Music evidently fills
The vacuumed man to make him whole.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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I'm Tired Of Life
I'm tired, I'm tired of life, brother!
Of all that meets my eye;
And my weary spirit fain would pass
To worlds beyond the sky.
For there is naught on earth, brother,
For which I'd wish to live;
Not all the glittering gauds of wealth
One hour of peace can give.
I'm weary,--sick at heart, brother,
Of heartless pomp and show!
And ever comes some cloud to dim
The little joy I know.
This world is not the world, brother,
It seemed in days agone,
When I viewed it through the rainbow mists
Of childhood's rosy dawn.
I would not pain your heart, brother--
I know you love me well;
And that love is laid upon my soul,
E'en as a holy spell.
But I'm weary of this world, brother,
This world of sin and care;
And my spirit fluttereth to be free,
To mount the upper air!
I know not of the world, brother,
To which I wish to go;
And perhaps my soul may there awake
To know a deeper woe!
They say the pure of earth, brother,
Find there undying bliss;
While all the wicked ones are cast
Into a dark abyss!
I look upon the stars, brother,
That gem the vault of blue;
And when they tell me 'God is love,'
I feel it must be true;
For I see on all around, brother,
The impress of a hand
That blendeth and uniteth all
In one harmonious band.
I am that which I am, brother,
As the Creator made;
To _Him_, all-holy and all-pure,
No fault can e'er be laid.
He knows my weakness well, brother,
And I can trust his love
To bear me safe through Jordan's stream
To brighter worlds above.
poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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Happiness...
In this perfect world I feel a presence surrounding me,
I am embraced in the arms of a love so devine,
Her heart beats against mine, fingers caressing my soul,
In gasping breaths I inhale whispers of flawless passion,
A sweet nectar filling my lungs with intoxicating joy,
My soul soars higher than any man has dreamed,
My heart has been healed and my tears dried,
Serenity fills every corner of my existance,
Then suddenly I am wrenched back to reality,
For this is nothing more than a beautiful dream,
If only love could find this desolate soul,
Happiness could be ours for all of eternity...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Discover ‘SILENCE ‘
I discovered a stunning stillness,
‘SILENCE’ a musical wave,
My thoughts dint appear beautiful than this time,
I felt, I regained my inner dead Emotions,
And now ponder more on …Silence’s Beauty...
Silence is a mystery,
And a magical union,
Silence is of soul and heart,
And mind’s internal peace,
Silence unite love with all creations,
And form attachment with all disclosed hearts.
Silence belongs to everyone,
It is beyond word ‘SILENCE’….
It inculcates an extreme essence to fasten together,
And embody a true peace and love within and around.
Silence is present every moment...
And it alerts you to open yourself towards life.
Silence is present every moment...
Within the stillness of nights and peace of early mornings
Silence is present every moment…
To intimate its appearance in all worldly needs.
poem by Richa Dhodi
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The heart & the soul
The heart
A symbol of love
A fragile thing
Easy to break in one moment
Once broken I may believe
that i have no meaning
Oh why does the heart break and not the soul
The soul
It simply falls
to my reform heart
til the day
the heart ceases
to contain my soul
even though
my heart will be shared
with a special one
that special one
will always have my heart
even after death
when the soul
is released
from it's temple
into paradise
it shall wait for you
with patient
to be reunited
with the one
that has it's heart
poem by Andrew Adams
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The Explanation
I tried to
Be like you
I really did try
To make you proud
So many things
Got in my way
Then the chaos and confusion
Became too loud
When one exists
In a world of doubt
Unmet needs
A tainted soul breeds
The emptiness inside
Begins to grow
Raging pain and
Sorrow flow
Been trying ever since
To fill that hole
Fighting against the urge
To just let go
Give in and give up on life
On myself
No one hears
The cries for help
I've prayed
I've tried
I've begged
I've cried
Lord, if you are listening
I'm desperate for
Peace of mind
So sick and tired
Of being sick and tired
Always at odds with
What my heart desires
I know you may not
Understand
It's okay
I hardly can
I try to be grateful
Yet I find
I'd rather be anyone
Other than
Who I am
poem by Erika Wingo
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Amazing Grace
Amazing Grace, how sweet God is, and all because of this,
The Gift He sent upon a Cross, God’s Gift to all those lost,
A gift that is deserved by none, the Gift of God’s own Son,
Our Blessed Savior, Jesus Christ, who came to give us life.
His Grace reaches far and wide, and no one shall be denied,
Who comes by faith to Him, Christ, who died for all their sin,
And all who seek His face, receive from Him amazing Grace,
Grace that opens up that door, to life with God forevermore.
It is a Grace that’s from above, guiding us here by His love,
A love that sent His only Son, to be the Savior of everyone,
With His love, comes a peace, that from God will not cease,
Peace unlike the world’s friend, inner peace that has no end.
God’s Grace truly changes men, in Christ they’re born again,
Sinful men of this earth, now bound for heaven by new birth,
Fallen men, now changed for life, in a world where sin is rife,
Now living life for the Lord, since His Grace was not ignored.
Grace will soften a hard heart, giving a life a brand new start,
By giving a soul eyes to see, God’s Truth, regarding eternity,
Turning a soul to the place, where they receive saving Grace,
At the Cross of Calvary, where Grace began for you and me.
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To Her Whose Name
To her whose name,
With its sweet sibilant sound like sudden showers
Splashing the grass and flowers,
Hath set my April heart aflame;
To her whose face,
The flower and crown of all created things,
Dearer than even Spring's,
Hath been to me a sacrament of grace;
Whose luminous mind,
Stored with all gladness of the earth and sky,
Hath lightened my sad eye
And made it wise in love which erst was blind;
Whose voice of pleasure,
Calling to joys as a blithe wedding bell
When ringers ring it well,
Hath tuned my soul to its own happy measure;
Whose blessed hand,
With its white mystery of fingers five,
Each one a soul alive,
Hath taught me truths no angels understand;
Whose arms within,
Should she once clasp me to her very heart,
God knoweth we should not part
But live for aye in Heaven's own bliss divine;
To her, alas,
Who is so near, yet standeth still so far,
Seeing the mortal bar
Betwixt us ever which we cannot pass,
These lines I send
With my heart's tears to--night beseeching her,
Of her dear love more dear,
To be no less to me my sweetest soul and friend.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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From Faust - V. Margaret At Her Spinning-Wheel
MY heart is sad,
My peace is o'er;
I find it never
And nevermore.
When gone is he,
The grave I see;
The world's wide all
Is turned to gall.
Alas, my head
Is well-nigh crazed;
My feeble mind
Is sore amazed.
My heart is sad,
My peace is o'er;
I find it never
And nevermore.
For him from the window
Alone I spy;
For him alone
From home go I.
His lofty step,
His noble form,
His mouth's sweet smile,
His glances warm,
His voice so fraught
With magic bliss,
His hand's soft pressure,
And, ah, his kiss!
My heart is sad,
My peace is o'er;
I find it never
And nevermore.
My bosom yearns
For his form so fair;
Ah, could I clasp him
And hold him there!
My kisses sweet
Should stop his breath,
And 'neath his kisses
I'd sink in death!
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Psalm 51 part 3
The backslider restored.
O Thou that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.
Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse to sin:
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.
I cannot live without thy light
Cast out and banished from thy sight:
Thine holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that I fall no more.
Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford;
And let a wretch come near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.
A broken heart, my God, my King,
Is all the sacrifice I bring;
The God of grace will ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just:
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemned to die.
Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace;
I'll lead them to my Savior's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.
O may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
poem by Isaac Watts
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The Water That Quenches Your Thirst
at four o'clock in the morning you wake up.
blood is boiling and you look for water to quench the fire.
there is no water in the kitchen.
you go upstairs
no one is there.
you open the window
there is no rain.
it is just the silence of the world
that becomes the water
to your soul.
you drink every moment of this silence.
every dew
in the leaves
of the tree of
solitude
you are refreshed and from that moment on
you know where water
is.
what dew is
what leaves are.
there is a thirst that you have just
defined.
it is not their water
neither yours.
it is beyond the ownership of everyone.
and you know
now
where to find it
because you
also know
what it
really
is
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Whatever It Is
Whatever It is that I am thanking...
And however It knows what It does.
I am grateful to have It know my existence!
Grateful that It enters my heart and my soul,
Grateful that It knows!
Whatever It is that forgets and forgives...
And removes stumbling blocks from my life as I live.
Whatever It is before language came to be,
In my mind I carry It...
And in 'It' It carries me!
Whatever It is that I am thanking...
And however It knows what It does.
I am grateful to have It know my existence!
Grateful that It enters my heart and my soul,
Grateful that It knows!
Grateful It knows whatever It is...
So grateful It knows It within me grows!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After Her Going
The after-even! Ah, did I walk,
Indeed, in her or even?
For nothing of me or around
But absent She did leaven,
Felt in my body as its soul,
And in my soul its heaven.
'Ah me! my very flesh turns soul,
Essenced,' I sighed, 'with bliss!'
And the blackbird held his lutany,
All fragrant-through with bliss;
And all things stilled were as a maid
Sweet with a single kiss.
For grief of perfect fairness, eve
Could nothing do but smile;
The time was far too perfect fair,
Being but for a while;
And ah, in me, too happy grief
Blinded herself with smile!
The sunset at its radiant heart
Had somewhat unconfest:
The bird was loath of speech, its song
Half-refluent on its breast,
And made melodious toyings with
A note or two at best.
And she was gone, my sole, my Fair,
Ah, sole my Fair, was gone!
Methinks, throughout the world 'twere right
I had been sad alone;
And yet, such sweet in all things' heart,
And such sweet in my own!
poem by Francis Thompson
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