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May not music be described as the mathematics of the sense, mathematics as music of the reason? The musician feels mathematics, the mathematician thinks music: music the dream, mathematics the working life.

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Life is a Journey; Not a Destination

The time has come
To say good bye
I gave it my all
I really did try

I took your heart
Which I broke in two
I tried to fix it
I did all I could do

Your eyes once warm
Now dead and cold
Your words once soft
Now cutting and bold

I became the man
You knew I could be
But now it's too late
These changes you won't see

You live in my past
Not here in today
Tomorrow doesn't matter
Our dreams washed away

You need to be happy
So I need to go
These changes to you
Are only a show

I bid you farewell
I wish you the best
I hope you find peace
I hope you find rest

I hope you find life
How you want it to be
I hope you find love
Even if not with me

My journey continues
Even if I'm alone
My Lord God will guide me
To wherever is home

For He knows my heart
And he knows my soul
In him I do trust
I am not alone
For the day will come
When I know his plan
I once was a boy
But now I'm a man

Even though I feel weak
I know I am strong
My path it is narrow
My path is so long

So I bid you farewell
And I hope I will find
That your path is not different
You're just two steps behind

For this is life is so short
And I have no control
My one living wish
Is to be one with your soul

It may not be tomorrow
But in the next life
Eternity together
As husband and wife

Take care my sweet princess
Take care my best friend
I will love you forever
As time has no end

On my path I continue
My heart it does know
Where God wants to take me
So with Him I will go

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The New Life

Ive burned my bridges
And Im free at last
All my chains are
In the past
The new life starts here
(I was trying to get happy
I thought it was hard
Until I found that
In my own back yard
The new life starts here)
The day is wide open
The sky is blue
The world is a miracle
And so are you
The new life starts here
My papers arrived
Stamped and complete
All previous dispatches
Are obsolete
The new life starts here
I can see my way so clear
Rejoice for...
The new life starts here
Theres a war in the gulf
But it aint in my head
I just declared a state of
Peace instead
The new life starts here
(tempters and tricksters
Banging at my door
Im not fighting with them
Anymore
The new life starts here
/
Users, abusers,
Banging at my door
Im not fighting with them
Anymore
The new life starts here
Tempsters and tricksters
Wondering how
To seize my attention
They cannot touch me now
The new life starts here)
Generals, presidents
How do you do?
I can make it with or
Without you
The new life starts here
I can see my way so clear
Rejoice for...
The new life starts here
Are you under the mercy?
Are you under attack?
Are you going forward?
Are you going back?
The new life starts here
(are you coming to grips?
Are you coming apart?
Are you listening to fear?
Or to your heart?
The new life starts here
/
Are you building heaven
Or are you building hell?
When that great day comes
Will you be able to tell?
The new life starts here)
Citizen, criminal, child
Woman or man
The keys to the kingdom
Are in your own hands
The new life starts here
(God of our love
Who ignited the sun
Not my will
But thine be done
The new life starts here)
Mock the devil
Make him sweat!
He hasnt won
The battle yet
The new life starts here
(a whole new age in seven more years
A brave new age in ten more years)
Rejoice for...
The new life starts here

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This May Not Be The End Of The World

Please be quiet, everyones asleep
Stellas loocked her door and shes requested some peace
She teaches the english at the american school
She teaches imaginary numbers and the golden rule
She says its hard to worry about the future
When your past is knocking at your door
Sweet mistakes and information
Have been her lovers before
Chorus:
Hello all you losers
Youve got nothing to fear
This may not be the end of the world
But you can see it from here
She runs the motors and the music
On the carousel ride
She catches the children on the horses
As they fall through the rye
Its hard to see the future
When your back is bending over your shoes
Its hard holding on to nothing
When youve got nothing to lose
Chorus:
Hello all you losers
Youve got nothing to fear
This may not be the end of the world
But you can see it from here
I guess you heard about ol? pee wee we had to tear his playhouse down
Then they put him in the electric chair
Well have some fun now
When you see her, give her some compliments
On her looks
Shell be wearin? a mardi gras dress
Coming after you with words and books
Weve given you the best seats in the house
So dont be late
St. peter is at the door
And he aint no man to wait
Chorus:
Hello all you losers
Youve got nothing to fear
This may not be the end of the world
But you can see it from here
Hello all you losers
Youve got nothing to fear
This may not be the end of the world
But you can see it from here

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May not Music be described as the Mathematics of sense, and Mathematics as the Music of reason?

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Wrong Answers May Not Be The Same!

The right answers are the same,
For the same questions asked,
Whether they write on their own or copy,
Teachers won't have doubts, but feel happy,
For their students are smart.
When the wrong answers are written,
Not by only one, but by many in the class,
Teachers know that the students resort to copy,
When the same wrong concept is written,
Many times in many places without knowing,
That the concept is wrong and need to be corrected,
The same wrong answer may not be written by many,
But by the one who does not know that it is wrong.

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We May Not Climb the Heavenly Steeps

We may not climb the heavenly steeps
To bring the Lord Christ down;
In vain we search the lowest deeps
For Him who fills Heaven's throne.

But to the contrite spirit yet
A present help is He;
And faith has yet its Olivet,
And love its Galilee.

The healing of His seamless dress
Is by our beds of pain;
We touch Him in life's throng and press,
And we are whole again.

Through Him the first fond prayers are said,
Our lips of childhood frame;
The last low whispers of our dead
Are burdened with His Name.

O Lord and Saviour of us all,
Whate'er our name or sign,
We own Thy sway, we hear Thy call,
And form our lives by Thine.

We faintly hear, we dimly see,
In differing phrase we pray;
But, dim or clear, we own in Thee
The Life, the Truth, the Way.

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I Wish To Put A Discordant Note It May Not Find The Favorable Node Yet It Is Fact And Can't Be Ignored You May Dream Nicely But Not Allowed To Be Snored No One Can Be On Fire With

I wish to put a discordant note
It may not find the favorable node
Yet it is fact and can't be ignored
You may dream nicely but not allowed to be snored

No one can be on fire with creation
It is special bond with relation
Some of the women may only be lucky
Rest of them are still can be called unlucky

She is not as free as has been imagined
Lots of things are compromised and bargained
Where is she today with freedom in all spheres of life?
No safe passage, attack on modesty, and torture as wife?

Something more is needed to cheer up
Lots of awakening with active participation must be geared up
Then one may see the bright future at the tend of tunnel
There are various ways and means for females

Of course participation from all walks of life is must
Mutual respect and confidence along with the trust
I shall go by the respect alone shown to the women
They may be able to care by themselves from the men

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The Poor Know manythings what the rich may not know..

Plenty of food on the table,
plenty of restaurants that serve,
plenty of appetite that we have,
Eat and wash it with drinks soft and hard,
come back home and sleep on the bed,
middle of the night, start the burbs,
then lie down to have the sleep,
again, burps, burps with rolling gas,
sometimes hiccups accompany and rocks,
look for the antacid in the shelves,
in the drawer and kitchen cabinets,
if find a sachet or a bottle,
that seems to be a God,
mix it with water and gulp it,
slowly the stomach is quietened,
rumbles not heard, the gas is not out,
the sleep arrives and we sleep..
A poor man who has no food,
may sleep silently in trance.
A poor man who has no comfort,
may not feel anything uncomfortable.
Those who know the comfort,
can differentiate the difference,
those who are poor and ill,
are comfortable with these evils.
as they know not meaning for good life,
as they are not aware of,
what they have to strive.

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A speech may not

The volumes of speech may not speak much
The desired effect will not be as such
The sea wisdom should be contained in small pot
Nothing should be spoken or wrote

Is the pen mightier than weapon?
What consequences it may follow on?
The message will be conveyed without firing a shot
The war is won without being fought

I surrender to thy wish
My work is still unfinished
I must get it done
Before wind is gone

The sand may blow over
It will not provide any cover
The dark clouds may zoom and hover
I must see to it however

It may be heard from the distance
People may think at it once
It may cast doubt and shadow
See the bright morning through window

What miracle it is going to create?
Why there will not be any hatred?
What human mentality has to do with word power?
It is unique instrument if we fail to understand as poor

Let it flow in free atmosphere
Why there should be any fear?
Let words speak about anguish and tears
The stone wall must cave in and hear

It will not sing an orchestrated theme
It may not have sound and perfect rhythm
It may sound well to the eyes and ears
The bitterness may disappear in few years

Let hearts be changed by its logic
Let there be music spell and magic
Who cares for foundation with any basis?
There is no special reason or any thesis

The pen may rule the hearts so long it has sharpness
The ability to rule and creation of awareness
The blind may follow the word dictates
This is good beginning with new mind set

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You May. You May Not Come. Maybe Tonight. Or Not

You may. You may not come. Maybe tonight. Or not.
When it's not cooking cosmic eggs, boiling heretics
in the hot oil of bubbling cauldrons, the hourglass
is sandpainting sidereal mandalas with stars
to empower the wind to blow them away,
bones of grey chalk watergilding my flesh in ash.

What did I say? What did I say that was so unorthodox
all the bells of your body were left speechless
at the sight of so many grails trashed like empties
from a car window like a litter of roadkill
along the side of the highway? Did I transit
the zenith of the burning bridge of your last loveletter,
or should I have jumped, or fell, or cannonballed in
to make a bigger splash in the blood vats of your heart?
Maybe a meteor to render your old lovers extinct?

I watch the cold windows until they begin to percolate
in an unexpected thaw of disciplined sorrows.
It's getting late. Your absence, a glacial waterclock
followed by a lot of patronymic colons about who
begat what upon whom. I don't want to meet your father.
I'd kill him on the spot. I don't want to prove
to your mother I'm going to be good to you
in ways that she was not as she soaks
the blood from the carpet like gouts
of insincere candlewax. The price you pay
for three meals a day and a creative finishing school
where you can afford the kind of problems
the poor don't make enough to imitate.

They worry about where the next meal
is coming from. You were born knowing
how far out the soup spoon was supposed
to be aligned from the begging bowl
like a shepherd moon in orbit around Neptune.
And me? I eat out of my skull on the run
whenever I'm writing poetry to the moon
in one long howl of anguished wanting.

Were the diamonds too hard? Wasn't I
bituminous enough when I entered the dark
to show you how I could shine out of
my own inner resources like two hundred million
urns of light gathered from the firepits of the stars
by the crows that keep pecking out my eyes
like jackhammers looking for the motherlode?
And when I watched you slicing the throats
of your long-necked swans like ballet dancers
and black daffodils on an angle to preserve them longer
as cut flowers on the coffee table, didn't I
make a Zen comment on the way you'd arranged them?

I've been scarred by love like a clay tablet in cuneiform
in the library of Ashurbanipal. The crow
has scratched at my flesh to show me where to bury
my dismembered body parts to guarantee
a higher yield over the ensuing light years.
The cat claw of the moon has caught my eye
more than once. Fireflies in a bird net,
I've cauterized my optic nerves on the constellations
of my own signage to keep my brain from seeing
what my heart was afraid to reveal to itself.
I was a blind prophet being led away by a child.

I could witness on the dark side of my seeing
the bird eating arachnids with two red stars for eyes
weaving their wavelengths into low frequency webs
like the bass strings of a slack guitar
to catch the fire of the morning dew in a false dawn
like Cherokee water spiders with hairy down
and scarlet stripes casting magical spells
like the geoglyph on the Nazca pampas
with Alnitak, Alnilam, and Mintaka
in the hourglass waist of Orion trying to squeeze
its abdomen into a whalebone corset
before the Arabs changed its sex
into the belt of a less subtle Hunter
with a trophy line of scalps for wampum.

One of them mine. My eyes transfixed
by the paradigm of an eclipse being peeled back
like a black eyelid of time, or raven tresses
from the skull of the moon. I've known
the innocence of the crow when its feathers
were albino white before its failure turned sinister
as a starless night. A penury of insight
pearl diving for diamonds in a tarpit of love
that swore the new moon would last forever
like apple bloom and silver on the inside of the ore.

But sometimes the Artesian springs we plant
in the starmud of our hearts come up like black holes
and flowers of oil and what's left of the shining
is the tinfoil of a trickster shaman substituting
his hunting magic to gratify the eyes of fools
that revel in their amorous delusions and spurn
the astringencies of enlightenment that burn
like circumpolar suns at midnight illuminating
nothing but the skins we shed to let the snake
out the box like Draco, without getting bit
by the picture-music of our own motives
trying to charm the serpent fire with backbone flutes
jamming with the downed powerlines
of our badly tuned spinal cords riffing
with the cosmic spiders writing the lyrics
of our myth of origins like electrical dreamcatchers
with toxic pincers like the tuning forks of splintered stars.

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May Not Have

I may not have much
But I have the Lord
In my heart

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I May Not Be A Poet

I MAY NOT BE A POET

I may not be a poet -
Nonetheless I write -
‘Believing’ as a subterfuge
in the struggle
to survive.

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I May Not Have Been A Great Poet

I MAY NOT HAVE BEEN A GREAT POET

I may not have been a great poet
Or even a good poet
Or even the poet I wanted to be.
But I am the poet I could be
The poet I am.
And may God have mercy on my soul,
And on all those I love.

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I May Not Have 'Bling

You've done everything possible,
To get what you wanted.
And you did that.
Incorporating some of the most,
Disgusting things.

Now you say you wish I were in your life?
That want you have is not a possibility.
You see...
I may not have 'bling'.
But I do have integrity and lots of it!

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What Appears May Not

What appears in front of you,
May not appear in front of me.
But you and I,
We are mentally connected!
Morally with a chemistry.
And spiritually through this...
We both can see!
A manipulation to have us both believe,
The process of a smokescreen works.
But the doer is the one deceived,
By such deeds of such shallow intentions...
A mindset limited breeds.

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It May Not Be Comforting To Know

The balance has been unbalanced.
A fumbling begun,
Tumbles the shaking foundation.
People become deranged.
A commonness has started a change.
And this is not to be avoided.
It may not be comforting to know...
A break up like this,
Offers a clarity and provides a growth.
But this is clear...
What is appearing,
Are signs what some may define...
As reality!
Get use to it!
It has promise to be here for quite a while!

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I May Not Awaken

Roma ryan
When the warmth of the day becomes the night
Who could sleep beneath a strange moonlight?
No guiding star
So far from home
Walked the way o promise to find but snow
Throughout, the voice of the winds brings nothing more
Than low echoes
So far from home
Even from a child
A wish is not enough
For me, for me the sky may fall
And even from a child
A dream is not enough
Could be, could be the sky may fall
Could be, could be the night ends all
No rains could weep as I have wept
To know a simple dream will not be kept
I am a child
So far from home
One by one the sky falls
I may not awaken

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Some May Not Like What They See

With a pinch of anguish.
Seems to always provide,
The correct antidote...
For those arriving from their excursions,
Through the land of intoxicating delusion.

There is no debating about the tour taken.
An awakening comes without question.
Maybe the presence of fear might be there.
Since the shock of seeing things as they are...
Needs little explanation!

Some may not like what they see.
But all agree...
What appears,
Has them all looking at it for what it is!
Even though what it is has been there.
Only a few recognized and knew its power!
Knowing from the very beginning...
An acceptance of shallow fantasies,
Ultimately has its consequences.

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Not Really The Afterlife, Or The Half-life But What Comes After...

it is what happens after,
the aftermath, not really the shock and
the horror of what is created,
it is the awe, and the wandering
not really lost as you may suspect
not those doubts, for in truth they are
those that which make us
exist,
not existence, but it is the life after,
not the afterlife, it is the breath that i take
after i have exhaled,
that which comes out from my being
not those that still want to enter
inside the veins
and lungs and
caves of my severeness

it is the i after, the am, the feeling that
i am here, alive and still
keeps on writing what i think i do not really know

it is the mystery that surrounds
this whole room
not the chairs and the ceiling....

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It May Not Be In Good Taste

A manipulation of space...
Is performed with decisions made,
Who will or will not...
Occupy it,
With an influence to make.

It is like a game of marketing,
To sell a product to feed.
It may not be as nutritious as others,
But an attention given to it...
Is definitely guaranteed.

A manipulation of space...
Is performed with decisions made,
Who will or will not...
Occupy it,
With an influence to make.

The same is applied,
To those who supply what becomes demanded.
It may not be in good taste.
However...
A repetition solicits a need with no limits.
And it may not be what the people wish.
But if a rating is given to it...
Whatever it is will be on everyone's lips.
With an unresisted craving.

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