The people we lost in Aurora loved, and were loved. They were mothers and fathers; husbands and wives; sisters and brothers; sons and daughters; friends and neighbors. They had hopes for the future and dreams that were not yet fulfilled. And if there's anything to take away from this tragedy, it's a reminder that life is fragile. Our time here is limited and it is precious. And what matters in the end are not the small and trivial things which often consume our lives. It's how we choose to treat one another, and love one another. It's what we do on a daily basis to give our lives meaning and to give our lives purpose. That's what matters. That's why we're here.
quote by Barack Obama
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P. L. You
Well there's no surprise
One look into those eyes
Having sex every saturday
In the afternoon, with the tv on
It's all you know
It really makes you wanna throw
It could be time for a holiday
On the s. o. f. or a spanish isle
Too much comes too soon
Money doesn't buy you anything good
No love can be alone
Just lay back and give it to the bastards!
Nothing ever really matters
Who cares about you anyway?
Nothing ever really matters
Who cares who lives, who dies?
(p,l,you, p,l,you) not me
(p,l,you, p,l,you) or you
Oh you claim distressed
When you are so casually blessed
With a look in the alleyway
Consume a tuna fish in an old tin can
Too much, you come too soon
Money doesn't buy you anything good
No love can be alone
Just lay back and give it to the bastards!
(p,l,you, p,l,you) nothing ever really matters
(p,l,you, p,l,you) who cares about you anyway?
(p,l,you, p,l,you) nothing ever really matters
(p,l,you, p,l,you) who cares who lives, who dies?
Welcome back my ...
Welcome back ,oh end of the life
Understand me here and now ....
Got to get away
(p,l,you, p,l,you), (p,l,you, p,l,you)
(p,l,you, p,l,you), (p,l,you, p,l,you)
(p,l,you, p,l,you) nothing ever really matters
(p,l,you, p,l,you) who cares about you anyway?
(p,l,you, p,l,you) nothing ever really matters
(p,l,you, p,l,you) who cares who loves, who stays
In the end, of this song
Not me
I'm gone....
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Precious Things
Some people guard their money
as being the most precious thing
in their lives.
Some people worship their loved ones
as being the most precious thing
out side of heaven they will ever get.
Some people declare to everyone
they have no precious things at all,
but their way of thinking has a tiny flaw.
Everyone will have something precious,
something that they would
give up their lives for.
Something so dear to them
it is worth every sacrifice they have to make
so long as they never lost if from their lives.
12 August 2008
poem by David Harris
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Unveiling
Its a custom we have
were a year has passed
since loved ones
have gone to heavens pearly gates
We gather together
close family and friends
to uncover the tombstone
of our family who bares our name
With love and respect
we uncover the stone
from ministers, brothers,
sisters, grandchildren, greats and friends
Its our last farewell
were we sing and praise
and acknowledge our loved ones
that have passed away
It helps us the living
to move on in our lives
we smile in remembrance
of what full lives they had
with one final prayer
we all bow our heads
and give thanks to the lord
for giving them our loved ones
to be a part of our lives
So one final note
to my Mum and my Dad
your always remember
for ever in our hearts
for now and evermore
poem by Kaila George
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Nothing Even Matters
Now the skies could fall
Not even if my boss should call
The world it seems so very small
'Cause nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
See I don't need no alcohol
Your love makes me feel ten feet tall
Without it I'd go through withdrawal
'Cause nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters at all
These buildings could drift out to sea
Some natural catastrophe
Still there's no place I'd rather be
'Cause nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
You're part of my identity
I sometimes have the tendency
To look at you religiously
'Cause nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters to me
Now you won't find me at no store
I have no time for manicures
With you it's never either or
'Cause nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
Now my team could score
And make it to the Final Four
Just repossess my 4x4
'Cause nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
Nothing even matters
Nothing even matters no more
song performed by by Lauryn Hill from The Miseducation Of Lauryn Hill
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Mothers And Daughters / Fathers And Sons
Neil Diamond - Mothers and Daughters, Fathers and Sons
And so they came with perfect schemes
And precious dreams that made them one
One by one
Oh, and there they stood lost in the haze
With spirits blazing like the sun
Mothers and daughters,
Fathers and sons
They held the light
Yes they did
And it shined all night
Oh, all night
And they took the blows
Yes they did
Never letting go
Oh no, oh no
Oh no
And so they came with perfect schemes
And precious dreams that made them one
One by one
Oh, look up and see the eagles fly
And fill the sky beneath the sun
Mothers and daughters,
Fathers and sons
You hold the light
Yes you do
And you've got the right
Oh, got the right
And you'll feel the blows
Yes you will
Don't you dare let go
Oh no, oh no
Said that we have the right
Yes we do
It's down in black and white
Oh oh, oh oh
And we made it so
Yes we did
And we won't let go
Oh no, oh no
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Also Love Those Foreign Others
Your world view.
And my world view,
Are two world views...
With many more too!
And their world view.
Is not our world view.
But unlike you...
Regardless of what's in our minds to think.
We ought to get together.
Respect our sisters and our mothers.
Our fathers and our distant brothers.
And also love those foreign others,
To us.
Who are like sisters and our brothers.
To us.
We've got to one day get together.
And not fuss.
To make our lives together better.
Your world view.
And my world view,
Are two world views...
With many more too!
And their world view.
Is not our world view.
But unlike you...
Regardless of what's in our minds to think.
We ought to get together.
Respect our sisters and our mothers.
Our fathers and our distant brothers.
And also love those foreign others,
To us.
Who are like sisters and our brothers,
To us.
We've got to one day get together.
And not fuss.
To make our lives together better.
Loving with a trust.
Respect the sisters and the mothers.
Do it we must.
Our fathers and our distant brothers.
Do it we must.
And also love those foreign others,
To us.
Who are like sisters and our brothers.
We trust.
We've got to one day get together.
We must.
To make our lives together better.
We must.
To make our lives together better.
We must.
To make our lives together better.
We must!
Together.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freedom Isn't Free...
Who says our freedom is free? Not Me.
True, We are freer than most, but not enough,
that we should boast.
Before you say Freedom is free, stop and count the cost
of all the lives lost,
Freedom isn't free, when there's killing in our streets.
Freedom isn't free, to the Soldier that is waiting to be shipped over seas.
Freedom isn't free, with the pain, he or she is feeling inside, with
the thought of having to leave they're loved one's behind, and
it hurts so bad that it brings them to their knees.
Freedom isn't free, when your living in uncertainty.
Freedom isn't free, having to say good-bye, to a loved one that
is going off to war.Freedom isn't free, to a soldier who is on the front lines, knowing he or she, could die anytime.
Freedom isn't free when your lying in bed,
waiting and wondering, if you'll ever see your loved ones alive again.
Freedom isn't free, when a little child crys in the night,
for his or her Mommy and Daddy, and they're not there to hold them close, and comfort them, and to ease their fears, and wipe away they're tears. And all those in all the other wars, and the lives that are still being lost at this very moment.
Do you still say Freedom is free?
Freedom isn't free, when a Soldier is wounded in battle.
When news reaches, Family and friends at home,
And their told that their Soldier is wounded far beyond repair,
The loss and pain felt can not compare.
Freedom isn't free, with all those many Soldiers that wished they
had died because of all the pain in their broken up bodies.
Freedom isn't free, when your lying in bed, and you hear that dreaded
tap on your door.And you pray to God that you were only having a bad dream.
Freedom isn't free when you open the door and listen to the
bugle play, and you feel a sudden chill.
Everything goes still.
Freedom isn't free, when there is a Flag being draped
over a coffin, of a Brother, Sister, or a friend.
Freedom isn't free, when you think of all the children,
of the mothers and the wives, of Fathers, sons and husbands, whose
lives have been interrupted.
Freedom isn't free, when you think about the graveyard at the
bottom of the sea, of the unmarked graves in Arlington.
Who say's Freedom is Free? Not Me!
Written 7/23/008
BY Nora Eason
poem by Nora Eason
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Fit To Fly
Oh brother, man where are you
I am bucklin' from the load
I have lost my eye for color
And my heart can't see the road
Oh sister come and catch me
'Cause my legs, their prime has passed
I am breakin' from the sorrow
And my faith is fadin' fast
Mother, father help me
I'm your flesh and blood and bone
Don't you hear me, can't you see me
Am I doomed to live alone
Without warmth or love or honor
Like a dog out on the street
Am I trash 'cause I can't manage
Must I grovel at your feet
I'm the boy who fought your battles
And I'm the man who won your wars
Is it over? Have you used me?
I'm no value anymore
I'm your mothers, wives and daughters
I'm your fathers, husbands, sons
I'm the life's blood of this country
I'm the hopeful precious ones
Am I nothin'? Am I no one?
Once a fabric, now a rag
We treat people like they're nothing
We're not fit to fly, fit to fly
No, no, no, no - no, no, no
We're not fit to fly
Fit to fly a flag(no, no, no)
Join the army, see the world
The marine corps join the navy
We're not fit to fly
Fit to fly the flag
song performed by by Cher
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Honor the Vets
I looked at the grave stones of the veteran dead
Tears filled my eyes as I bowed my head.
All of them had served their country proud
Now they lay in this ground.
They were sons and daughters, mothers and fathers
Sisters and brothers, uncles and aunts
And the list goes on and on.
But how many of them are honored
with a flower or two.
It’s really not hard to do.
They gave their lives so that we can be free
Don’t they deserve some dignity?
This country is standing on the lives of the dead
All of these have died, and many have bled.
Freedom isn’t really free
Other wise these grave stones you would not see.
Isn’t there someone in your family
Who died fighting for liberty?
Let us honor the dead
And thank the living for all that they have given.
poem by Louis Rams
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We Salute You Gallant Sons And Daughters Of The Soil
Gallant sons and daughters of the soil, hail heros, we salute you
for the tremendous and outrageous job you did in restoration of the lost glory and hope, FREEDOM...
We salute you gallant sons and daughters of the soil for putting
your lives at risk and the sacrifise
you made in restoring our legacy,
from our fore fathers.
We salute you gallant sons and daughters of the soils, today we
are enjoying the fruits of your sacrifise and dedication of your
lives just to restore the legacy
heritage and freedom which we
enjoy today....
Freedom was born out of bloodshed of the gallant sons and daughters of the soil, freedom was
born out of the armed struggle, we
salute you gallant sons and daughters of the soil..
We salute you gallant sons and daughters of the soil, thank you
for restoring the glory, heritage
and legacy which had been robbed from us! !
Hail gallant sons and daughters
of the soil, they exchanged freedom with the blood which
the spilt in the process of restoring the lost prestige and glory, heritage..
We salute you gallant sons and daughters of the soil for breaking
down the iron york from our necks granting us solace, you did
all this out of love and loyalty.
We salute you gallant sons and daughters of the soil for the enduarance, dedication you made
in bringing freedom and the lost
heritage, through the wire and many challenges you met, but you
risked your lives to bring freedom..
Today we enjoy the fruits of the
armed struggle which brought freedom, revolution completed
its course we are enjoying the fruits of the armed struggle
we salute you gallant sons and daughters of the soil may your
soul rest in peace
dedication to the gallant sons and
daughters of the soil of zimbabwe who lost their lives in the process of fighting for freedom..
poem by Donald Kuutsi
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Our Protectors And Saviors
in their own rights, they are our protectors and saviors
our daily road pavers.
they are the ones who our lives, we put
to protect, and it gets better yet.
they are with us every second, of every minute
of every waking day.
and for this, they don't get much pay.
they are searchers who try to make things right.
with the courage and determination
to stand up and fight.
it matters not, where they're from
their backgrounds, or religious beliefs
or even the color of their skin.
they just want to take away the pain and the sins.
they get into a profession to help others
and to protect all families
and our sisters and brothers.
they do not do it for fame and glory
this is not their desires and stories.
they do it because there is such a need
and it is a beautiful deed.
their hearts are full of compassion
and they'll run, to get in the action.
they do it for self esteem
and in their eyes, you'll see that gleem.
when a life they have saved
to live to see another day.
that in itself, is worth much more than pay.
now you may ask me, who can they be
they are the ones, who surround you and me.
they are: the police and law enforcement agencies
the firemen, the doctors, and health care providers
and the soldiers who protect the nations
they are the protectors and our saviors
of our every waking hour
and they are the ones
who have lifes powers.
we put our lives and faith in them every day
and to them, i do give praise.
poem by Louis Rams
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Little Treasures
Little treasures that get lost
from years long gone by
keep reappearing daily
to give us a treat in our lives.
Look along the shelves
in any book store
and you will almost certainly find
words of a passed on author left behind.
It is not only books,
but films from the past
that have been restored to be seen again
and give us a treat in our lives.
Little treasures, little treasure
that when are found
prompt our memories
to recall times from long ago.
17 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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Family of War
Every morning I awake I fall to my knees and pray.
God, please make the war in Iraq come to end.
There are too many fathers and sons come home
in pine boxes. There are too many mothers and daughters
doing the same. Leaving behind fathers and sons mothers
and daughter with a last memory of them waving goodbye.
There is too much blood and tears of fathers and sons mothers
and daughters being shed all in the name of peace.
God please let our leaders see how many families are dying
and that war can never bring peace. Only love can.
This prayer is my gun and God you’re the bullet I’m shooting
to end this Family of War.
Want To Slow Down?
Rushing here and rushing there, men in a hurry to get just where?
Racing down the highway of life, creating on the roads such strife.
When arriving at their destination, what then is their consolation?
Only more racing through the day, and more grief along the way.
Each day begins a hectic pace, appearing to grip the human race,
Men never stop to take a breath; before long they’re facing death.
Many lives simply go too fast, pursuing things that just won’t last.
Is there maybe a better way, to begin and end each passing day?
What matters when all is done; isn’t life more than work and fun?
Is there not a deeper meaning, to give purpose to our very being?
Seemingly facing death after birth, when living life upon this earth,
Is there something better friend, when our lives come to the end?
If you could only slow your pace, you could then join another race,
You could join the race with Christ, a race that ends in Eternal Life.
Slowing down to hear God’s voice, can be for you another choice,
Just take the time and He is heard, upon the pages of God’s Word.
In The Bible, you will see His plan, for the earth and for every man,
A plan that gives our life meaning, and in His Son a new beginning.
With a life of purpose and peace; an eternal life that will not cease,
And all that you must do to start, is to accept Christ into your heart.
(Copyright ©03/2007)
Memorial Day
Memories of those who are no longer here
are shared by millions who hold them dear.
Their faces so young that stay in the mind
of parents and wives and husbands that find
their loved ones were taken so young in their years.
Their children were left too young to cry tears,
never knowing their fathers or seeing their smile
or having them there as they walk down the aisle.
No war's ever worth their great sacrifice,
fought with their lives, they paid the great price.
And now we take time just one day a year
and pray somehow, somewhere they can hear
we miss them and honor them in memory
and hope their children's lives will turn out to be
ones that are filled with love and with peace.
So in their futures 'Memorial Days' will cease.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Haiti's Strength
HAITI - do not cry-this world is standing by
we are there with shovel in hand
because we understand.
your faith and hopes will not go unheard
we will try to save every girl and boy.
men and women, husbands and wives
sons and daughters struggling and in despair
and yet with their neighbor they will share.
the little that they have to eat
and help others in the street.
you hear their cry to GOD above:
lift me up GOD- lift me even higher
let me feel your might
let me feel your fire
let me never know what it is
to give up hope or faith
keep me strong it's not too late.
so many people have died in this tragedy
is this the way that it must be.
must we see all this death and destruction
to open up our minds,
and to understand your message
that we're running out of time.
poem by Louis Rams
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War
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War is something that I despise
For it means destruction of innocent lives
For it means tears in thousands of mothers eyes
When their sons go out to fight to give their lives
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War
Its nothing but a heartbreaker
War
Friend only to the undertaker
War is the enemy of all mankind
The thought of war blows my mind
Handed down from generation to generation
Induction destruction
Who wants to die
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War has shattered many young mens dreams
Made them disabled bitter and meanlife is too precious to be fighting wars
Each day
War cant give life it can only take it away
War
Its nothing but a heartbreaker
War
Friend only to the undertaker
Peace love and understanding
There must be some place for these things today
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But lord theres gotta be a better way
Thats better than
War
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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What Every Woman Lives For
(words & music by pomus - shuman)
She may say she needs fancy bangles and beads
Thats part of a womans plan
But what every woman lives for
What every woman lives for
Is to give her love to a man
Wise men have known women cant live alone
So a woman should understand
That what every woman lives for
What every woman lives for
Is to give her love to a man
He may not be the kind you find in picture books
A real life hero with dashing handsome looks
He may not be the guy that youve been dreaming of
But that wont stop you from giving him your love
So dear, cant you see that it was meant to be
Its part, part of our destiny
cause what every woman lives for
What every woman lives for
Is to give her love to a man
And I hope that man is me
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Lives Limited In Meaning
Could this be an estimation,
Underestimated...
To leave,
The mind's eye blind?
And stay myopic.
And could it be decisions,
Are made to make attempts...
To redefine,
These times...
And stay erotic.
For reasons not to find a rhyme,
To give.
And for many to feel more confined,
To live...
Lives that are limited,
In meaning!
Could this be an estimation,
Underestimated...
To leave,
The mind's eye blind?
And stay myopic.
And could it be decisions,
Are made to make attempts...
To redefine,
These times...
And stay erotic.
For many to feel more confined,
To live...
Lives that are limited,
In meaning.
For many to feel more confined,
To live...
Lives that are limited,
In meaning.
Lives limited in meaning,
To give...
Reasons not to find a rhyme,
To live...
Lives limited in meaning!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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International Women's Day - 100th Anniversary
Let us bow before
The womanhood
This day, on the 100th anniversary of
International Women’s Day
Nature has endowed
The women folk
Patience,
Love and care
And above all that
The devout attachment
To anything
That belongs to them
They are designed to
Nurture relationship
With a tact
So that relationships are
Rightly maintained
And with a least sign of any strain
They are wrongly termed
As the weaker sex
But it is coined only those
Who are male chauvinists
Attempt is only to make them feel weak
Women are much stronger than what they look
Their kindness to humanity
Is the one that helps the race be on the move
And on continuity
As much as they know how to love
They know also know how to hate
They are framed to keep things together
They are also molded to throw things apart
They are mothers
They can also provide the care of fathers
They can encourage
And equally discourage
They wait and strike at the right time
They are loveable
They dissolve in embraces
They embrace to solidify a weakened confidence
They are less expressive
But turn out to be a volcano if they are to express
Something strongly undesired
They only can make a home
We, men, can only make a house
They are tradition guards
We, men, can be tradition traitors
They are sisters, wives, mothers, daughters and so on
But basically they are mothers
We, men are brothers, husbands, fathers, sons and so on
But basically we are only men
They proved to be better managers
Than what men did
As they demonstrated better empathy
They think beyond
They envision farther
They are organized better
And let us resolve
To see the womanhood
Just not the woman
And to respect
The great qualities a woman has
And all the rest like
Empowering them,
Educating them,
Enthusing them to independence, etc.
Will take care of it
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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