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Easter's Sun
EASTER'S SUN
My heart bursts Like a sun flare Whenever I am near You Spreading light and joy To whoever is near me. My spirit sings And the music floats On angel's wings, Never to return, Tis eternal spring From the source Of all things. The touch of your love, Like a soft gentle rain, Does nourish, And feed, All the cells of my being. He died for our sins, Bringing grace Like a gift, Eternal and free! His love all enfolds The imprisoned, And the free. Oh, come thou quickly Sweet Lord of my heart, And creator of my soul! Be ever present, In my mind and my heart. I will forever be your Servant, friend, and flame, Bringing light, peace, and Your strong, but gentle love! Love, the healing balm Which you gave and give, Through him, her, and me. As you hung there, On the cross, Lips parched, Pain penetrating your Every pore, You reached Our Father in agonizing beauty and Two became One... You rose as the Earth shook Through creation's love for You. We hold you eternally In our hearts and our Souls, Forever to live In Your grace And Your love. Oh, help us to be Molded in the image of Thee, Of this dear Lord we pray, On this bright Easter Day! Mistiis For the two loves of my life....... |
The Titanic
by June Robertson Beisch So this is how it feels, the deck tilting, the world slipping away as one sitting at a desk writes a check. The Titanic went down titanically like a goddess glittering, Pinioned to an iceberg, she sank almost thankfully while tiny mortals leapt into the sea and the band played Nearer My God to Thee. But what happened to the signals of distress? Nobody believed it was all really happening. I still can’t believe that it happened to me. As a child, I stared horrified at the photograph and the vision of that scene in the moonlit sea. We will be one of the survivors, we think, then something looms up like catastrophe. All life, it seems, is the morning after and love is the most beautiful of absolute disasters. |
If we stay visible
there is always hope if we keep our strength we learn to cope... If we try harder we get better each day if we speak louder they will hear what we say... If we just crumble all around us will fall if we just stand still our life will just stall... If only we could have what made us so weak if only we could have that smile back on our cheek... If only we repeat nearly every single day if only we could have our loved ones who passed away... ~~~ IF ONLY ~~~ |
Depression
Depression, Is more than just a feeling, It runs much deeper, And really sends you reeling. Depression, Is more than just deep despair, It is a dark place, Where it’s difficult to care. Depression, Is more than just emotion, It becomes exposed, Such a powerful potion. Depression, Is more than just the sadness, It sinks deep inside, You can’t avoid the madness. Depression, Is more than just a disease, It is an illness, It can bring you to your knees. Depression, Is more than just who you are, It can consume you, And it can leave a deep scar… {©2009 Jan B.} :hug: ~Jaime~ |
Wait Wait, for now. Distrust everything, if you have to. But trust the hours. Haven't they carried you everywhere, up to now? Personal events will become interesting again. Hair will become interesting. Pain will become interesting. Buds that open out of season will become lovely again. Second-hand gloves will become lovely again, their memories are what give them the need for other hands. And the desolation of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness carved out of such tiny beings as we are asks to be filled; the need for the new love is faithfulness to the old. Wait. Don't go too early. You're tired. But everyone's tired. But no one is tired enough. Only wait a while and listen. Music of hair, Music of pain, music of looms weaving all our loves again. Be there to hear it, it will be the only time, most of all to hear, the flute of your whole existence, rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion. Galway Kinnell |
Anthem by Leonard Cohen
The birds they sang
at the break of day Start again I heard them say Don't dwell on what has passed away or what is yet to be. Ah the wars they will be fought again The holy dove She will be caught again bought and sold and bought again the dove is never free. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. We asked for signs the signs were sent: the birth betrayed the marriage spent Yeah the widowhood of every government -- signs for all to see. I can't run no more with that lawless crowd while the killers in high places say their prayers out loud. But they've summoned, they've summoned up a thundercloud and they're going to hear from me. Ring the bells that still can ring ... You can add up the parts but you won't have the sum You can strike up the march, there is no drum Every heart, every heart to love will come but like a refugee. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That's how the light gets in. That's how the light gets in. That's how the light gets in. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M5OmZ3J9yTM ********************* |
My friends always make fun of me because I still listen to grunge music lol I'm stuck in the year 1994. But music and musicians are important to me and have helped me with my struggle and continue to do so. Here is a poem written by the late Layne Staley of Alice in Chains. Incredible if you ask me.
Core Self imprisonment I suppose somewhere inside me I yearn for freedom from That which holds me stagnant Over exaggeration turns underestimated emotion... Emotion. Why the urging to hide and slow the flow of that which could, And perhaps will, improve and heal the burning side of me? I am protecting my pain And it's mine And I so badly want to keep my Pain to myself But, in doing so, I am hurting So many who cross me, or care for me Aching for love and acceptance Only to throw you down in the latter Of your shared love Yet anger and guilt not shared Between me and you Your are blamed for all that is a mystery within myself Oh, I pray that I might someday Throw a blanket over that angry child If the strength is found within the Core of my being His tears soak my heart and Weigh it down I am drowning, and I am tired And so very, very lonely I am Written by Layne Thomas Staley |
HALVED The essence of true beauty Lingers in all-encompassing rainbows Of your joy and laughter You hold my hand and smile As we ensconce ourselves in our world of fire Our love is all there is I touch your face Your gentleness astounds me I’m held in the honour of your love Then overnight, the wrold truns suor 61 mInnIts past the ELevenTHH HouRR I’M A L 0 N E Spike Milligan |
Thanks Koala (Anne)
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"White Rabbit" - Makes you wonder -Ms. Alfeeee
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9HmJQyS8QVw
One pill makes you larger And one pill makes you small And the ones that mother gives you Don't do anything at all Go ask Alice When she's ten feet tall And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall Tell 'em a hookah smoking caterpillar Has given you the call Call Alice When she was just small When men on the chessboard Get up and tell you where to go And you've just had some kind of mushroom And your mind is moving low Go ask Alice I think she'll know When logic and proportion Have fallen sloppy dead And the White Knight is talking backwards And the Red Queen's "off with her head!" Remember what the dormouse said: "Feed your head Feed your head Feed your head" |
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