In The Crowds
I look for the sun
In dire need of someone, somewhere,
I look for the sun
In dire need of someone, somewhere.
Words lost in the past
Of memories that will never last.
My mind wanders the crowds in a search,
In the search of the one that I feel is my life,
It the crowds.
For me this is the end.
For me this is the end.
For me this is the end.
For me this is the end.
For me this is the end.
For me this is the end.
For me this is the end.
song performed by by Iron Butterfly
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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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Memories in the mind
Memories are made in the mind,
and there if you search, you will find.
There in the mind, so many things,
so many memories it brings.
So many years have passed,
of our youth, away we have cast
some memories happy, some memories sad,
memories have I, when I was a lad.
Memories have I, of a dog named shep,
memories of him, when he kept in step.
Memories of my friends, when we played,
of those days, for ever memories relayed.
Memories of family and fun,
when we talked until the setting of sun.
Memories of washing our fifty-seven Ford,
and wanting things we couldn't afford.
Memories are made in the mind,
long lost, search and you will find,
memories of days gone by,
searching memories, oh how you try.
Memories will fade out,
you have forgotton, what it's about,
memories lost in the mind,
dig them out and you will find.
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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My Agony
A definite substance prolongs my agony,
In it there is a certain chaos of feeling,
My search is endless in this quaking hour,
My search prolongs the search for everyone.
This reality has become boredom,
Justice steals the treasure from the devil,
Likelihood of differences is huger than sin,
Liking us is the way to the cure.
My real place has shot at the mirrors,
Inputs and outputs stay where they are,
Listening has understood the air,
Let them hear the molecules of awe.
Instead of partners whose decisions
Are arbitrary, the resting is attained
And the losers commit shocking tales
To withstand the crowds in repentance.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Qui Vivent Subterrain
Ce n’est pas important
On dis, mon Dieu
Parfois, je pense, mais
Je veux dire avec une question
Je veux dire avec mes mains
Je veux dire avec mon terre
Je veux dire mon naisance
Le pleur dans les fleurs
Qui vivent subterrain
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Ce n'est pas important
Ce n'est pas important
On dit, mon Dieu
Parfois, je pense, mais
Je veux dire avec une question
Je veux dire avec mes mains
Je veux dire avec mon terre
Je veux dire mon naisance
Le pleur dans les fleurs
Qui vivent subterrain
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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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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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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Early Works - Peace Of Mind
The mountains of life
their peaks are impossible to climb,
but climb we do
to the lower levels
in search of peace of mind.
The surface is rocky
foot holds are few and far between
like life’s long road
of strife and toil
that stretches its edge on everyday.
What are we looking for
on the green and fertile world
that surrounds us every mile?
Why do we search
every hidden crevasse of our uncharted mind
when the answer is already written?
We search for the impossible;
we search for peace of mind.
19 September 1981
poem by David Harris
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Search the life
Life is
Search
Search life
Intresting to go on
You did not serch
Boor with boor...
In Internet yahoo search
Google search
Also thear...
Very for intresting...
Very good for using...
At net...
So...
Search your life
Safe with you...
You live your style too happy...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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What God Wants
A torn mind of a nonbeliever-
That's what God wants-
A transmitter and a receiver-
That's what God wants.
All the bickering and the fighting-
That's what God wants-
To ignite a thought like a lightning-
That's what God wants.
I've searched a thousand faces
Just to see Him-
I've combed a thousand places
Just to feel Him.
Crowds of pompous fools
I endured
Just to find something true
And pure-
That's what God wants.
Lost in vanity and derision,
Lost in labels and hollow divisions
Of the liars whose hearts grew cold.
Authenticity-
That's what God wants-
Electricity-
That's what God wants.
Let the rain disperse all my doubts,
Let me free myself from the crowds,
Let me let myself just to be-
Letting God radiate through me.
Liberation-
This is what God wants,
Celebration-
This is what God wants-
Just to be creative and free,
Just to share God's voice through me.
July 16,2009
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Serching
Searching.
In vain I search but I search on,
Along life`s lonely corridor,
Seeking, seeking ever seeking,
Yet knowing not for what I`m searching,
But eagerly await each morrow,
Praying it will end this sorrow,
This sorrow I try so hard to hide
The tears that will not be denied,
The past is past, the joy, the pain,
I cannot live the past again,
But through the bitter mist must I
Search on.
poem by Archie Langford
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Searching soul
A soul is searching.
It wants the answers it seeks.
Why did I have to go through it.
Why the hell pick me.
Im nothing special.
I dont stand out from the crowds.
A soul searches.
To find its self
A soul wants to be replenished.
A soul has searched
For so very long.
A soul is to search
Maybe the answers
It will never no.
A soul has searched
And never found
What it wants and needs.
A soul could search forever
And never find it
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The Invisible People
When I go into town at half past seven
Great crowds of people stream across the ways,
Hurrying, although it's only half past seven.
They are the invisible people of the days.
When you go in to town about eleven
The hurrying, morning crowds are hid from view.
Shut in the silent buildings at eleven
They toil to make life meaningless for you.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Leave me now
I don’t wanna see your eyes
I don’t wanna hear you lie
Not after you made me cry
Not after you watched me die
My heart and mind at war
My mind wants you to walk out the door
However my heart wants you even more
Where is the peace I hope for?
I’m lost in an ended love
In a life I’m sick of
This pain I suffer from is dumb
Caused my soul to become numb
I can’t keep believing
I know you are only deceiving
So why do I search for you
When I know you don’t search for me too
I hate this feeling of being lost
I hate what you took at my cost
Where are your excuses that are so witty
What am I gunna do with this heartache and pity
Help me out with the facts
Tell me what my love lacks
Do you feel regret do you feel sad?
Well let me tell you now it’s over so too bad
I can show you now
You act is over take a bow
You missed your chance
Now I can carry on this dance
Simple fool you are to me
You lost a lot now you will see
I can shine even when I’m alone
I can finally show you that I have grown
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Sustain
Stilled search awaited call seize
bear behavourism's privilege frieze.
Conversant seek Messiah quest bound.
Search. Call. Implore. Summon. Herald.
Thee throngs call wilderness. Tidings’ Teacher.
With freedom’s veld
sweeping robes he’s coming fear.
Enlightenment held
by no lusting loose lay preacher.
What will eater of locusts honey weld
castrated searching repentant children?
Tempest intense as boiling cauldron
gilt gift held heaven summoned retainer.
Heart Soul Intestinal Guts Unbowed.
Baptize didactic. Symbolism vision!
{Bled tears bespeak sweated blood
until droplets fall a torrent shower! }
Still yet. Not quest served cross fulfilled.
Until voice vanquished be hoarse rough!
Grating groundless drained. A croak throat.
Can not give! No more! Compelled yet must!
Prepare articulate rite of purification pronounced.
Through every lessons minutes scheduled!
With love heart warmed sustaining service power.
Until last seconds denoting sentenced final hour!
Shadows sacrificed act defining teacher!
Crowds Call! Crowds Search! Crowds Look!
For a man throng’s tidings call a Teacher!
One innocent man athunder asunder astir
astonish restored resurrection calls Saviour.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Theory
when emotions run deep
we relive the memories that we keep
sometimes our eyes begin to weep
many nights we lose sleep
with all our feelings thrown in a heap
we feel as if our heart skips a beat
and time just seems to creep
in our soul we search for peace
in our mind we search for emotional release
soon enough the pain will cease
and the joy will increase
it`s a theory at least
poem by Joseph Whelan
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Dance With Me...
..
hear a melody
singing it’s way into your heart
feel the vibrations of past kisses
as your feet obey strange wishes
watch as your hands
start to move, and lose control
as if the music posesses your soul
closer, and closer we get
memories linger
not a chance to forget
yes dance with me
as i hold you so gently
smile the night away
who cares what those people say
whisper sweet words in my ear
dance
dance with me, my dear
lets get lost in a dream come true
together forever with you
angels lift us into the clouds
far above the crowds
your lips
your hips
feel devine
at last my love
you’re mine
.
Mind Masters
Search for attention and recognition;
Search for food, clothes and shelter;
Search for love with opposite gender.
Mind dictates the three for a compromise.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Search For God
you search for God
in holy books & spoken codeine
kneeling before tofu altars
of your own convenience
but what you search for
has never been lost!
cant be defined by rhetoric's shape,
cant be contained by names, sects, or creeds...
& cant be bought with plastic card faith...
what you search for
is the space
inside the shell
the place where the sound
of the ocean
abides in stillness
you are that shell!
what you search for
is already within you!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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