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Blind Them With Your Reach For The Stars

Why cling onto what people think?
Is that going to change?
Are you...
Going through any misgivings?

If you are...
Let that be a natural process.
People are going to voice their opinion.
And some do not care how that is done.
Or if what is done,
Hurts anyone.
They just want the taste of that venom,
Dripping from their lips.
Every second, minute and hour...
A ticking clock tocks.

Why try to stop what is a fixture,
Of one's routined appetite?

As long as you give 'power'
To that which decides, select and contemplates,
Your choices made in your life...
What is the point of saying whose life it is,
Lived?
You definitely are not the one living it.
And if you are...
Why cling onto what people think?

When in the environment of those who are thoughtless...
You do not have to pretend to do the same..
And not one of them are pretending to maintain a sanity.
Why stoop to that level?
When you can blind them with your reach for the stars!

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Life Lived Moves On

People can choose to stay stuck in them,
If they want to.
But life lived moves on!
For those who prove they can,
And do!
Move.
On!

People can choose to stay stuck in them,
If they want to.
But life lived moves on!
For those who prove they can,
And do!
Move.
On!

People can choose to stay stuck in them,
If they want to.
But life lived moves on!
For those who prove they can,
And do!
Move.
On!

Bouldering that overflowing dike of tears,
They may cry.
Heal.
And let those emotions subside!

But do not collect over the years,
As souvenirs awarded for their sorrows.

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You Have Made A Life Lived To Them Look Easy

Stay away from those who try to reduce,
Your experiences to their limited point of view.
They will attempt to discredit what it is you have done,
Because you have made a life lived to them look easy.
And you are only available to accept and listen,
To every detail of their nonsense.
And any patience with peace you have earned,
They will test with an expressing of their ignorance of it.

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I Need A Life Worth Living

all this hate
this neglect
my friendless life

i have all this pain
all this emotion
and no one to tell
my parents you say?
a school counselor?
what will they do?

they cant help me
all i am to them is another mouth to feed
and another piece of trash to work with
i see no point in anything anymore

i should just run away
and die alone in a hole

my home and school life is close enough to it already
i fail school
my parents hate my grades
my parents hate me! !

every day in school
i feel so paranoid
because i feel as if i will get made fun of every day
i avoid everybody
for my own good

i need a life worth living

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My life Lived Is Not Created From An Assumption

Never will I waste my time,
In argument to define my mind.
With someone who professes to know,
My predicament.
And wish to debate decisions I make...
From their point of view to dissect and undo.

If I say what I've done from my own experience,
Has made a difference in the way...
I perceive and display,
The actions I make!
That has nothing to do with anyone who assumes,
Who I am with a retaliation to influence misunderstanding.

My life lived is not created from an assumption!
For anyone to come along to dump their opinions,
Based upon what they have heard through gossip.
If someone wishes to know what my thoughts are,
They need to come to the source.
And not try to endorse beliefs perceived to deceive.

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Driven By a 'Drive' Makes Life Worth Living

Each day we live to witness,
Has its own identity.
And each day we see begin,
From Sunrise to Sunset's end...
Has reason to be,
Like none before it...
Gone and experienced.

To live life inspite of what others may say,
In whatever day that is done.
Everyone has a different appreciation for life.
Some choose to limit their existences,
By being busy beavers in other folks' business.
And doing that with a priority.
Since their own lives are empty with purpose.
And no one should live without having an interest.
A hobby or 'something' to call their own....
Makes the sharing of this,
An adventure more condoned

Others are observed enjoying each second,
As if it is their last.
I admire the ones who are obviously in pain.
Walking around with assisted 'walkers'.
Or getting from A to B with the support of a cane.
And driven by a 'drive' makes life worth living.

Each day has its own identity.
As sure as we decide to address and change agendas.
Exhaling what has been inhaled,
With a breath released to push out.
And there are no guarantees that are offered to us.
No matter if we scream and shout.
Or keep it 'twisted' like Chubby Checker.

'Chubby who? '

~Let's keep this moving forward! ~

Thank you!
Although we believe we can adopt certainties.
Like having a 'career' after spending thousands,
On getting a college degree.
Or receiving an award for some display of loyalty.
And many believe they can live each day,
Doing exactly what they please.
WE don't have those opportunities.
Not to do 'exactly' what we please!
I don't care where someone parks their yacht.
Or make claims how many millions it takes,
To keep them from feeling worthless.

But each day that comes to us,
If we are blessed to live it.
Needs from us a committment shown...
We are grateful to participate,
By creating 'something' to give and celebrate.
Not hoard or brag about how we stay entrapped...
By 'things' that can't touch us back.
Like grass and the leaves on trees.
Or watching a river flow...
From atop a hill and 'still' we lookup,
With our eyes opened wide under falling snow.

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Is Life Worth Living?

Is life worth living? Yes, so long
As Spring revives the year,
And hails us with the cuckoo's song,
To show that she is here;
So long as May of April takes,
In smiles and tears, farewell,
And windflowers dapple all the brakes,
And primroses the dell;
While children in the woodlands yet
Adorn their little laps
With ladysmock and violet,
And daisy-chain their caps;
While over orchard daffodils
Cloud-shadows float and fleet,
And ousel pipes and laverock trills,
And young lambs buck and bleat;
So long as that which bursts the bud
And swells and tunes the rill,
Makes springtime in the maiden's blood,
Life is worth living still.

Life not worth living! Come with me,
Now that, through vanishing veil,
Shimmers the dew on lawn and lea,
And milk foams in the pail;
Now that June's sweltering sunlight bathes
With sweat the striplings lithe,
As fall the long straight scented swathes
Over the crescent scythe;
Now that the throstle never stops
His self-sufficing strain,
And woodbine-trails festoon the copse,
And eglantine the lane;
Now rustic labour seems as sweet
As leisure, and blithe herds
Wend homeward with unweary feet,
Carolling like the birds;
Now all, except the lover's vow,
And nightingale, is still;
Here, in the twilight hour, allow,
Life is worth living still.

When Summer, lingering half-forlorn,
On Autumn loves to lean,
And fields of slowly yellowing corn
Are girt by woods still green;
When hazel-nuts wax brown and plump,
And apples rosy-red,
And the owlet hoots from hollow stump,
And the dormouse makes its bed;
When crammed are all the granary floors,
And the Hunter's moon is bright,
And life again is sweet indoors,
And logs again alight;
Aye, even when the houseless wind
Waileth through cleft and chink,
And in the twilight maids grow kind,
And jugs are filled and clink;
When children clasp their hands and pray
``Be done Thy heavenly will!''
Who doth not lift his voice, and say,
``Life is worth living still''?

Is life worth living? Yes, so long
As there is wrong to right,
Wail of the weak against the strong,
Or tyranny to fight;
Long as there lingers gloom to chase,
Or streaming tear to dry,
One kindred woe, one sorrowing face
That smiles as we draw nigh:
Long as at tale of anguish swells
The heart, and lids grow wet,
And at the sound of Christmas bells
We pardon and forget;
So long as Faith with Freedom reigns,
And loyal Hope survives,
And gracious Charity remains
To leaven lowly lives;
While there in one untrodden tract
For Intellect or Will,
And men are free to think and act
Life is worth living still.

Not care to live while English homes
Nestle in English trees,
And England's Trident-Sceptre roams
Her territorial seas!
Not live while English songs are sung
Wherever blows the wind,
And England's laws and England's tongue
Enfranchise half mankind!
So long as in Pacific main,
Or on Atlantic strand,
Our kin transmit the parent strain,
And love the Mother-Land;
So long as in this ocean Realm,
Victoria and her Line
Retain the heritage of the helm,
By loyalty divine;
So long as flashes English steel,
And English trumpets shrill,
He is dead already who doth not feel
Life is worth living still.

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Thoughts Deeds Life Lived Values

who are we
what have we
life become

if still beautiful
both in and out
of our seal skin

beauty is skin deep
or beauty is deep skin
penetrates to heart

of matter we are
thoughts deeds
life lived values

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The Life Lived Of A Belching Frog

Is the life lived of a belching frog,
More important than the one...
Sitting quietly on a lily pad,
Looking at its reflection...
On a mirror smooth pond?

Or is the frog that belches,
Showing more appreciation...
For the flies that are attracted.
And the reason that a belching frog,
Could care less about an image reflected.
But expresses a gratefulness for the feast,
Available to be eaten.

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Of A Once Natural Process

Ointments.
Moisturizers.
Facelifts and tummy tucks...
May slow the appearance,
Of a once natural process.

But a tock heard from a clock that ticks...
Does not stop,
To acknowledge any of these efforts.

No matter what one is told to feed and sell.
Those who accept and face aging...
Often live well when not dwelling on looks!
And those dwelling on looks,
Are most likely hooked on receiving compliments.

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Life Lived In Peace Wished and Reflected

I signed no contract,
That alerted me...
To put up with nonsense.

Nor is there a clause,
On the life I choose to live...
That says I must tolerate,
Someone's disrespect...
I did not give!

If there is an obstacle on my path,
I alone accept I should get rid of it!
And I look for no one's empathy.
Especially,
If I have to explain to them what it is!

I am here to share my happiness.
Not to be depleted,
By those who feel defeated.
Or to be around those,
Who have chosen to oppose...
Life lived in peace wished and reflected.

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A Life, Lived Alone

What good is a life, lived alone,
With no one to share the adventure?
This is a 'failure', for which I need to atone;
But, I will not assent, until I am sure
That the lady meets all the needs
Of my heart, soul, and mind-
My want to love more than I do myself impedes
The 'progress' that causes others to leave behind
All of their hopes and dreams, to settle for less!
I refuse! Perhaps I will fall prey to my own stubborn pride-
What will happen is anyone's guess,
But this has been my stance since the day I died!

I am not here to collect relationships-I am here
To find a mate for my soul, and to do so, without fear!

Maurice Harris,24 July 2011

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Disbelieving My Life Lived Should Be Restricted

I remember being a student in grade school.
And disrespecting authority from someone,
That did not look like me.

I remember being compared to Italians and Jews,
And Asians too.
With expectations given to them...
As others like myself were depicted as fools.

I remember attempts to have me subservient.
By comments made from teachers,
Who believed no place for me was meant.
Or offered a hint of encouragement!

I remember growing up in a tenement project.
A development for those who were poor,
And were basically ignored.

I remember disbelieving my life lived should be restricted.
And the very day I told someone what they could kiss.
I remember coming face to face with one who had balled fists.
And I remember standing there biting my lip...
Praying to God for that fist on me to hit.

I didn't grow up,
Learning to turn my cheeks.
Or fold my arms or have my hands on hips.
I grew up daring to be challenged.
And speaking my mind regardless of who liked it!

I did not grow up to stand to then run!

'Call me that again! '

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Lazy

Some men enjoy the constant strife
Of days with work and worry rife,
But that is not my dream of life:
I think such men are crazy.
For me, a life with worries few,
A job of nothing much to do,
Just pelf enough to see me through:
I fear that I am lazy.

On winter mornings cold and drear,
When six o'clock alarms I hear,
'Tis then I love to shift my ear,
And hug my downy pillows.
When in the shade it's ninety-three,
No job in town looks good to me,
I'd rather loaf down by the sea,
And watch the foaming billows.

Some people think the world's a school,
Where labor is the only rule;
But I'll not make myself a mule,
And don't you ever doubt it.
I know that work may have its use,
But still I feel that's no excuse
For turning it into abuse;
What do you think about it?

Let others fume and sweat and boil,
And scratch and dig for golden spoil,
And live the life of work and toil,
Their lives to labor giving.
But what is gold when life is sped,
And life is short, as has been said,
And we are such a long time dead,
I'll spend my life in living.

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Spirit To Be Adored

So much is said about rose flower
A natural gift offered by rainy shower
Thousand times better in shape and show
Even in jungles naturally it grows

Beautifully guarded by small thrones
The pain offered is not easily gone
It reminds us of nature's protection
The shield provided against any harmful action

It has symbolic presence in people's mind
People are considerate and have feelings very kind
No one thinks of touching it to offer disgrace
Watch just from distance and bring happiness of face

In life too it is compared with beautiful woman
Always wanted by and longed for by the man
It is god's blessings that both are equal in terms
And remain unfilled when some one ditches in turn

It hurts most and heart remains disturbed
The feelings and attachment remains uncurbed
Man looses the will power to live in world
Life turns barren and wishes are pushed in cold

Not in all the cases love is respected in real sense
So many people deceive the counterpart and commit nonsense
Leave them to their fate and claim total ignorance
One time beloved and lover now ceases to be Florence

Love may hurt but give enough courage too
W will power to survive and prove true
That love is not the things to be ignored
As gift, as blessing and as divine sprit to be adored

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A Life Lived That Has A Meaning

Cooped up in a loop,
Can be removed to fool a loser.
And change,
The one who claims to feel pain.
Oh...
Cooped up in a loop,
Can be reduced to soothe a mover,
And change,
What had for them stayed the same!

Time given unspent can be a detriment that dims,
The mind of the one with procrastination done.
And wastes in hesitation,
To explore more frustrations.

Cooped up in a loop,
Can be removed to fool a loser.
And change,
The one who claims to feel pain.
Oh...
Cooped up in a loop,
Can be reduced to soothe a mover,
And change,
What had for them stayed the same!

Shouting from the roof,
Can break frustrations loose.
And change,
What had for them stayed the same!

Defending hesitation...
Welcomes procrastination.

Shouting from the roof,
Can break frustrations loose.
And change,
What had for them stayed the same!

Cooped up in a loop,
Can be removed to fool a loser.
And change,
The one who claims to feel pain.
Oh...
Cooped up in a loop,
Can be reduced to soothe a mover,
And change,
What had for them stayed the same!

Oh...
A life lived that has a meaning,
Is no life to demean.
Oh...
A life lived that has a meaning,
Is no life to demean.

Cooped up in a loop,
Can be reduced to soothe a mover,
And change,
What had for them stayed the same!
Oh...
A life lived that has a meaning,
Is no life to demean.
Oh...
A life lived that has a meaning,
Is no life to demean.
Oh...
A life lived that has a meaning,
Will change.

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Rupert

Rupert:
Sey yuh waan know Rupert
Blouse and skirt (repeat)
Sey yuh waan know Rupert
Blouse and skirt (repeat)
Verse 1:
Mi get up dis mawning
Sey mi nah ga a nuh work
Put on a pants and a likkle pretty shirt
Yow burn steel wi a go mek a gal splurt
Me hear a man start lick out alert
People dead! Me sey who? - Rupert
Mi go over deh a mi go see him inna dirt
Di way how me bex, mi sey everybody hurt
Mi a di fus' man sey, nuh mek di jeep splurt
A man draw fi a stone outta di dirt
And sey A obstacle must get hurt
Boop an lick a girl in har skirt
Mi hear she shout out Blouse and skirt
Dem deh time blood a decorate di skirt
Rupert:
Sey you waa know Rupert
Blouse and skirt (repeat)
Sey yuh waa know Rupert
Blouse and skirt
Verse 2:
Bop! Bop! shot start fire
A man sey "Hombre come we retire"
Shines say "no man, puncture di tire"
Yeah! Yuh go dweet, cause yuh a Bag-A-Wire
Bop!Bop! more shot start pop
"What is a uzi dat, no is a glock"
Yow! Stop yuh noise man, a chat you love chat?
See smoke deh, a tear gas
Tek yuh sheet dem, move di mattras
Lock di door from di bottom to di top
Mi did wake but mi gone sleep back
Mi naw go out deh fi get nuh gun shot -
Rupert:
Suh yuh nuh know Rupert, alright
Blouse and skirt
Verse 3:
Mi a go tell yuh how di youth get hurt
Him sey him eat till him belly did a run
So him wake up and go do-do Over di burial ground
So a come him a come See a jeep and go run
Bow! an dem shoot him dung
A man started to talk whey did dumb
Three couple man jump a fence Whey dem
Nobody know dem nuh waa get gun dung
Rupert:
Sey yuh know Rupert
Blouse and Skirt
Repeat
Verse 4:
As him a come di door lock An look how long it did open
yet him inna line, thru dem start back voting
Look how much time poor people heart been broken
Long time dem a dweet dem fi stop di joking
Mine what yuh drinking, Mine what yuh smoking
Life worth living don't tek it fi joke ting
Yuh nuh see poker box, stop pay out token
Rupert:
Sey yuh nuh know Rupert
Blouse and Skirt
Verse 5:
Learn if yuh white an yuh can learn if yuh black
God give yuh breath and him can tek it whey back
Wrong yuh doing, a full time yuh fi stop
Shot a kill people more than how dem have heart-a-tack
Mi sey mek some more way and dem set some more trap
A good thing mi find out sey ants falla fat
Mi nuh drink outta dem glass Mi nuh eat outta dem pot
Sey dem bright like a bulb But dem dunce like a bat (So whey
Smaddy get shot - Rupert

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She Used To Sing

She Used to Sing.

A carafe of water fills the stomach and no organs are disturbed,
yet it is unclear like a mirror without a timbre.
She drank gin pale as water, but it made her smile and laugh.
She painted pictures with her voice, told stories of days gone by.
Old, but she had been young and done things she sang about.
She wowed a carpet of life lived, full of magic colours, too vivid
for some, a grandmother is supposed to be chaste.
Sent to a home for the very old and inept, a song bird silenced.
She watches TV on a screen high on the wall for her not to reach
up and throw into the dustbin of tedium. Hands folded like a tired
bird’s wings she waits for an end that takes long time coming.
And the carafe of water has dust on its surface

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To give and take is way of life

To give and take
Is way of life
They go side by side
Alone none can survive
If one takes
One has to give
That is the best reply
One can give
Relation spoil
Differences arise
One is considered
Mean and selfish
If one doesn’t give
Be a giver
Then a taker
Every preacher
Every saint
Teaches the same

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Hopeless In India

Oh mother India
Why do you cry
Is it for the baby girls
That they say they must die
Do you hear their crys
In the streets at night
Hungry and scared
Waiting to die
Those that survive
To a life with no hope
Wishing it was them
That was chosen to go
Oh God in heaven hear their pleas
Give us the means
To give these girls real dreams
A life worth living
By hearing your word
Changing their lives
With the help of us who believe
That with our help and yours
Their life can be more than
HOPELESS DREAMS

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It's Mine to Own

Just give me my prize!
For a life lived...
Both bold and wise.

Just give me my prize!
Un-itemized it.
It's mine to own.

Just give me my prize.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
Inside...
I connect it.
Now I can accept.
Those feelings I cried...
With heartache.
Deep in my chest!

I accept it.
Now I can connect.

I accept it.
Now I can connect.

Just give me my prize!
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
Inside...
I accept it.
Now I can connect.

Those feelings I cried...
With heartache.
Deep in my chest!

I accept it.
Now I can connect.
Just give me my prize!
Un-itemized it.
It's mine to own.

I accept it.
Now I can connect.
It's mine to own.
I accept it.
Now I can connect.
It's mine to own.

Just,
Give me my prize I accept it.
It's mine to own.

I accept it.
Now I can connect.
My own.

I accept it.
Now I can connect.
My own.

I accept it.
Now I can connect.
My own.

Just give me my prize,
I accept it.
It's mine alone!

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