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I like to wake up each morning feeling a new man.

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Each Morning

I wake up eager each morning
For I always have Hope
In tomorrows
For God made them for
TODAYS MISTAKES

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Each Morning At The Breakfast Table

Who’ll stone you when you feel unable,
eating at the breakfast table,
to answer who’s the great composer,
implying that you are a loser?
Not my wife, though she’s most brainy;
on my creations never rainy,
she doesn’t let me feel alone,
rolling like a lonely stone.
Less than I a fan of Bob
on no occasions will she rob
me of my confidence. Sure, Dylan
to her appears to be a villain,
because of his association
with other forms of inspiration.
but she won’t stone me ever, that’s
why I won’t settle for ersatz.
She sees through masks, including mine,
but never stones the wearer, she
is morning coffee, evening wine,
and midnight she is ecstasy.
Not number twelve or thirty-five,
she’s number one, and helps me thrive
like Scarlett on the screen with Gable,
each morning at the breakfast table.

Inspired by Bob Dylan’s “Rainy Day Women, #12 and 35, ” which he sang wwith a lot of other songs at Prospect Park Bandshell two days ago. Nate Chinen writes in the NYT, August 14,008 (“In Prospect Park, the Consequences of Love and a Shot of War”) :
In the final moments of his sold-out Celebrate Brooklyn concert at the Prospect Park Bandshell on Tuesday night, Bob Dylan struck a pose. He was standing at center stage, feet planted wide. Dressed in black from his hat on down, he faced outward, proud, flanked by stone-faced band members. Then he formed his hands into pistols — six-shooters, let’s say — and fired shot after shot, roguishly slaying the crowd. It was a pretty good illustration of what had been happening for the past two hours.
Mr. Dylan can be an inconstant performer, and sometimes an indifferent one. But here he was dynamic, enthusiastic, out for blood. His set list featured more than half a dozen irrefutable classics, starting with “Rainy Day Women #12 & 35.” And he showed ironclad focus, commanding the same professionally gritty crew heard on his most recent album, “Modern Times” (Columbia) . As usual Mr. Dylan transformed his old songs, in some cases preserving only the lyrics. “Girl From the North Country” adopted some shadowy new harmonies, and “It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding) ” turned up with a Celtic-Appalachian lilt. “Blowin’ in the Wind, ” the civil rights anthem that put Mr. Dylan on the map roughly 45 years ago, underwent the most radical revision, riding a crisp backbeat and rhythm-guitar part that suggested the heyday of Muscle Shoals rhythm and blues. Necessity surely birthed some of these inventions: Mr. Dylan,67, now sings with a (more) limited range, and a coarse, throaty tone. (When he rasped, “Lay across my big brass bed, ” in “Lay Lady Lay, ” he sounded like the Big Bad Wolf entreating Little Red Riding Hood.) And he rarely plays guitar, instead favoring an organlike keyboard, and occasionally the harmonica. Rhythm is his asset, his best means of asserting control; the bassist Tony Garnier and the drummer George Receli dug in but followed his lead.
Mr. Dylan has a new edition of his popular Bootleg Series due out in October: “Tell Tales Signs” (Columbia/Legacy) , consisting of relatively recent recordings, many previously unreleased. Only one track from that package, “Lonesome Day Blues, ” crept into the show. (It can also be found on the 2001 album “Love and Theft.”) Meanwhile the five songs culled from “Modern Times” held up admirably. “The Levee’s Gonna Break, ” set at a hard-rollicking tempo, was especially strong. But the two most potent songs, in a show that often touched upon the consequences of love, had to do explicitly with war. One was “John Brown, ” an early protest song that Mr. Dylan never released on a studio album: its narrative, forcefully told, involves a shattered soldier returning to his chastened mother. The other was “Masters of War, ” a much more celebrated song from the same era, which draws its focus wide but sharp. Here Mr. Dylan enunciated unusually clearly, over a drone-haunted vamp. “I hope that you die, ” he snarled, leaving two bars of open space before the next line, “And your death will come soon.” But his peak of intensity came paired to something other than a death wish. “I can see through your masks, ” he wailed, stretching out the last word of the phrase for emphasis. He seemed to know firsthand about masks, and seeing through them.

8/14/08

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Just To Offer A Prayer Each Day For You

just to dream
that you are in good hands
just to think
that you are in good health
just to wish you
the best in your lifetime
though far from you
as i wake up each morning
though i am not beside you
my friend
is enough reason for me
to live

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I Am Humbled By The Beauty I See Each Morning

I am humbled by the Beauty I see each morning-
Today the sky has wisps of reddened cloudlight
And the green dawn is darkness still waiting for the sun-
But how beautiful God’s world can be
And how great the gift of the eyes
That love to see.

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There Is No Poem/Like The Poem Of The Morning

THERE IS NO POEM/ LIKE THE POEM OF THE MORNING

There is no poem
Like the poem of the morning-
The poem of beginning again-
The poem of light-
The poem of hope-
The poem of a new world.

Even when one is old,
The poem of the morning
Is a new poem.

And we need new poems.

We need mornings-
We need light-
We need hope-
The poem of a new day
Of beginning again
Even when one is old.

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Each morning I pass on my way to work

Each morning I pass on my way to work
A clock in a tower
And I look towards it with anxious eyes
To make sure of the hour.
But the sun gets up at the back of the tower
With a flare and a blaze
Hiding the time and the tower from my sight
In a blissful haze.
'I am the marker of time' says the sun.
Taken unawares,
I believe for the nonce he is lord of the day
And am rid of my cares.

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Each Morning

Morning and evening, the sun
Has seen the spectacle of carpets
That are possessed by the world
In union and chanting of songs that distress,
Managers of health stretch their necks
With fervor of the polite world.

The apples and oranges of an era in the rise
Enchant the Minneapolis
We call the religion of the orchards.

Each morning has a reposing belief
That once again an evening shall arise
From the sun as it wets the real earth
Of its potatoes.
One apple and one potato is enough
For the world's religion.

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How Did You Know

VERSE 1
I remember so well
The day that you came into my life
You asked for my name
You had the most beautiful smile

VERSE 2
My life started to change
I'd wake up each day feeling alright
With you right by my side
Makes me feel things will work out just fine
[ Lyrics from: http: //www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/g/gary_valenciano/how _did_you_know.html ]
CHORUS
How did you know
I needed someone like you in my life
That there was an empty space in my heart
You came at the right time in my life

VERSE 3
I'll never forget
How you brought the sun to shine in my life
And took all the worries and fears that I had
I guess what I'm really trying to say
It's not everyday that someone like you comes my way
No words can express how much I love you

Repeat Chorus & then VERSE 3

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I Need Your Love

Something deep inside of me
Keeps holding on to your memory
How I've tried to find someone new
But everywhere I look
It's you that I see

Don't you know
That my whole life has changed
I can't look in the past
Without feeling the pain
And that night all alone I just cried
And I hope and I pray
You'll be back by my side

I need your love
Everyday seems forever without you
I need your love
Tell me that you'll come back to me

All my friends tell me I'll be ok
That someday I'll forget you
And I love once again
But someday seems so far away
And I know I won't make it
Without you in the end

Tell me how can I go on this way
Knowing that someone else
Could be taken my place
Tell me where in the world could I be
If I wake up each morning
And you're not there with me

I need your love
Everyday seems forever without you
I need your love
Tell me that you'll come back to me

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I Need Your Love

Something deep inside of me
Keeps holding on to your memory
How Ive tried to find someone new
But everywhere I look its you that I see
Dont you know that my whole life has changed
I cant look at the past without feeling the pain
And at night all alone I just cry
And I hope, and I pray youll be
Back by my side
I need your love
Every day seems forever without you
I need your love
Tell me that youll come back to me
All my friends tell me
Ill be ok
That someday Ill forget you
And Ill love once again
But someday seems so far away
And I know I wont make it without you in the end
Tell me how can I go on this way
Knowing that someone else could be
Taking my place
Tell me where in the world would I be
If I wake up each morning and youre not here with me
I need your love
Everyday seems forever without you
I need your love
Tell me that youll come back to me
I need your love
Every day seems forever without you
I need your love
Tell me that youll come back to me
I need your love
Every day seems forever without you
I need your love
Tell me that youll come back to love me

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Heaven To Gain

As I wake up each morning
And as I begin to start a new day
I wipe the night out of my eyes
And on my knees to GOD I pray.
I ask him to please watch over me,
And protect me from all evil and sin
As I know Its everywhere that I look
And its after all women and men.
I try to live my life the best I can
And I try to stay away from sin that's within
But that's the best offer made by any man
So I must pray over again, and again.
I think about what I had endeavored
Temptation and evil it is everywhere
From the things we do and the words we say
Its around the corner and it is in the air.
So I keep the promises that I do make
And also the vows that I do swear
If I break them or neglect them any
At my soul, sin and evil would tear.
And as I see the people everyday
Many don't care about things that should last
All they care about is what is for them now
And then later they try to forget their past.
So as I walk this one life's road
Like many have walked it before
The easy way is not always the best way,
If you know what the outcome that is in store.
So never do I want to do unto others
What sins unto me that has been done
As I know there is a Heaven for me to gain
And also a Hell for me to shun.

Randy L. McClave

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Hold On To Me

(blair daly/will rambeaux)
I wanna wake up each morning
With you for the rest of my life
I wanna feel your heart beating
And just get lost in your eyes
You can tell me your secrets
You can let me feel your pain
You can show me your weakness
And never be ashamed
Hold on to me when your worlds turnin cold
When it feels like your lifes spinnin out of control
Youre hopin, prayin, tryin so hard to believe
Hold on to me when theres no middle ground
And every emotion is comin unwound
And you dont know if you can hold on to your dreams
Baby you can hold on to me
I wanna lay down each evenin
With you right here by my side
I wanna get drunk on your laughter
And wipe all the tears when you cry
You can scare me with your darkness
You can blind me with your light
Throw your worries out the window baby
On your wildest night
Hold on to me when your worlds turnin cold
When it feels like your lifes spinnin out of control
Youre hopin, prayin, tryin so hard to believe
Hold on to me when theres no middle ground
And every emotion is comin unwound
And you dont know if you can hold on to your dreams
Baby you can hold on to me
Hold on to me when theres no middle ground
And every emotion is comin unwound
And you dont know if you can hold on to your dreams
Baby you can hold on I said
Baby you can hold on I said
Baby you can hold on to me

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Everything Is You

Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh - duh.
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh - duh.
Im walking down the middle of the road
Close my eyes pretend Im going home
The trees surround my mind like your perfume...
Your voice is in the wind that blows
I see your name on stony ground
I look around and everything is you.
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh - duh.
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh - duh.
Wake up each morning rise up from my bed
A little piece of leather round my head
To stop the sweat from dripping on my eye...
Your grace is in the tree I see
Your strength is in the axe I wield
I look around and everything is you
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh - duh.
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh - duh.
The foreman is an evil man
(he stops my pay
Gets in my way
But Ive got to stay)
Ive got to earn some money
(make your dreams come true)
I look around and everything is you.
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh - duh.
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh - duh.
The nights are cold, your memories keep me warm
Just the thought of you can keep me working on
Showed your picture to the guys in my gang...
Whilst sitting round an open fire
My memories grow warm and strong
I look around and everything is you
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh - duh.
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh - duh.
I look around and everything is you
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh - duh.
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh - duh.
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh
Buh - duh - buh - duh - buh - duh.

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Twitter Of Nostalgia

today my heart echoes
the collective chirping of domestic sparrows
who woke us up each morning and
brought us homeward in the evenings...

hop and skip like playing hopscotch
she would enter through the door
turn her neck in all dierections
as if to greet the guests(?)
sometimes she would slip into
the room with her characteristic ease
through the window bars with bits and odds
tightly clutched in her beak to reach the
roof of our rented tiles and
we would hurry to switch off the whirring fan

for years she and her friends woke us
every morning with the tiny wings flapping
and the small voice box twittering
every evening the twitter would drive
us homeward from our rustic games

every summer afternoon was a spectacle
as she would swoop down or come hopping
to hang on the edge of the small earthern pot
dad would arrange for the winged friends
they would take their fill and flip-falp the wings
in the small puddle as if it's nobody's business

in rains they would settle under the
slope of the roof with watered feathers
looking still browner...

we grew up amidst their chirping

sometimes in the afternoons
a ticktack would wake us from
our siesta, my little wings
amused at the other in the mirror

every cozy corner, including a book rack
was befitting enough to breed her clan

eating like a sparrow, grandma would say
as we snatched tidbits from their hidden counters

they're so much part of our lives
making the roof their home
at times a small ball of cotton
or a handful of grass or an egg or a baby sparrow
would dropp on the floor or on the beds

how my pillow would soak my tears as i
every night recalled the tale of a gentle sparrow
that lived in a cow-dung home with the proud crow
as the neighbour living in a nest of twigs
when the rain washed away the sparrow home
the crow refused to give her any shelter...
i would imagine how the lonely bird
flew alone with the babies trailing after in that rain...
i would sob uncontrollably...

where are you my sparrow?

'what's this picika gola! '
('picika is sparrow...'gola' is mischief)
we would be shouted at
when our voices lost control

and when we shifted to an urban habitat
how we missed the twitter and the chirping
we all silently carried them concealed secure
in the several folds of our hearts as we now
wake up each morning to a jagged silence
ringing loud from our empty hearts...

where are you dear friend?

some seventeen years ago she hoisted
our spirits when on a fine morning when i was
feeding my toddler she hopped into the room
and made sure i fed him proper...
'tha! ' the little boy would greet her
with food filled mouth with the twinkle of
a toddler that reflected in my eyes

what time sense you've, my winged friend!

pesticides robbed her of her food chain
deforestation deprived her of her habitate
supermarkets stole away her grain
concrete jungles cut her off from everything else

modern day life, communication networks
and the ensuing radiation pronounced
a death-sentence...

whenever brute force is applied
on the innocent and the hapless
'picika meeda brahmaastram'
(a thunder bolt employed on a sparrow)
goes the idiom in my mother tongue
and that's exactly the injustice
meted out to these meek creatures

my lovely little sparrow
hidden secure in our hearts
how much i long to see you, hear you...
tell me, will you gain your wings back
if i offer my heart on your altar
to fill the world with
your twitter and chirping?

20mar2010
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From The Same Tree

From the same tree
there is the good fruit
there is the bad fruit....

From the same tree
the good fruit goes to the market
the bad fruit...to the soil.

From the same tree
is the reason for the lonely farmer
to wake up each morning
to see how the fruits grow well...
and is the reason for the lonely farmer
for not winning the heart of his beloved
who prefer the city life

From the same tree
there is the good fruit
there is the bad fruit.

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This Is Heaven

I wake up each morning
with the songs of the birds
and in the air are the smell
of the greens and blooms
and of the fruits on the table.

This is heaven
yes, this is heaven.

I feel no hunger
I see no guns
I may have to work all day
but I am always greeted with peace
by the downing sunset.

I am in heaven
yes, I am in heaven.

But I tell you my friend
It's lonely here in heaven
there is drinking
but no music
there is food
but no feast
there are songs
I cannot sing
and dance
I cannot dance
there are gatherings
I couldn't get in
and yes,
this is heaven
but I feel
all alone.

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No Yesterday Denied

It is there,
And I have it to give.
My faith! To celebrate.

It's there,
And I have it to give.
My hope! To not let go.

It is there.
And I have it to give.
A thankfulness released,
And to breathe...
For the rest of my life.

I get up each morning feeling gratefulness.
With no reason for a doubt to keep.
I get up each morning feeling gratefulness.
And blessed...
To know I have sacrificed.

And I get up...
With no yesterday denied.
How could I when I'm blessed,
With no yesterday denied.

It is there,
And I have it to give.
My hope! To not let go.

It's there,
And I have it to give.
My faith! To celebrate.

And I get up...
With no yesterday denied.

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Baby Girl

Is it your big brown laughing eyes
Or is it your round smiling face
Is it your funny little kisses
That wake me each morning?
Or is it the cute cuddle of your tiny embrace?
That makes me thank God for you each night
Before I go to sleep
It's everything about you,
So darling and so sweet

Is it your beautiful smile that shines
Brighter than all sunlight
Or is it your silly mischievious ways?
Is it the baby talk you babble
To all around you
Or is it the innocence in the
Charming little games you play?
That makes my love for you
More than a heart can hold
The preciousness of you is a memory
More valuable than gold
Sweetest Angel
Perfect as new fallen snow
As you grow older
Your baby image
I'll keep in the center of my heart
To remember and cherish
This I know

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When I Say

You tell me things,
That sadden me.
Silly things,
Concerning age or quality.
Those for me are,
The things that make me,
Wake up each morning and wonder,
How did I get to be so lucky?
What makes me so special?
I can’t think of a single thing.
There are a million reasons and counting,
That make you special to me.
I Don’t Hate You as we continue to say.

When I say I Don’t Hate You,
I am really saying I promise.
I promise Honey to love you for as long as you will let me.
I promise Sweetheart that I will love no other.
I promise I will be there if you need a friend or a lover,
No matter what I will be there for you.
I promise that my love won’t diminish within time.
I promise My Love that this heart belongs to you.

This is what I have in mind when I say I Don’t Hate You.
Yes, I Don’t Hate You Saint Cynosure

*P.S. I owe ESPN CHICK a special thanks for inspiring to write this. thanks girl your the best.*

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Show Me The Way

Every night I say a prayer in the hope that theres a heaven
And every day Im more confused as the saints turn into sinners
All the heroes and legends I knew as a child have fallen to idols of clay
And I feel this empty place inside so afraid that Ive lost my faith
Show me the way, show me the way
Take me tonight to the river
And wash my illusions away
Show me the way
And as I slowly drift to sleep, for a moment dreams are sacred
I close my eyes and know theres peace in a world so filled with hatred
That I wake up each morning and turn on the news to find weve so far to go
And I keep on hoping for a sign, so afraid that I just wont know
Show me the way, show me the way
Take me tonight to the mountain
And take my confusion away
And if I see a light, should I believe
Tell me how will I know
Show me the way, show me the way
Take me tonight to the river
And wash my illusions away
Show me the way, show me the way
Give me the strength and the courage
To believe that Ill get there someday
Show me the way
Every night I say a prayer
In the hope that theres a heaven...

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