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Two Pathways

Two pathways for one journey...
a start from two to one
and the journey has just begun...

On this journey of many trials and tribulations
the two shall merge as one,
starting on their journey, that has just begun...

For love shall conquer all,
and will always prevail,
for the two that were once apart,
will now forever be one...

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Only Love Can Conquer All

(narada michael walden/s.j.dakota/p.glass)
They tell us its better
That people should stay with their own kind
Divided by colour, afraid to be hurt by the other (yeah)
What if we try talking
Well see were the same on the inside
Cant let it, cant let hatred rule
Let your love in
Only love can conquer all
Only love can break down the walls
Only love can conquer all
Only love (only love)
Only love (only love)
Oh yeah
The wheel keeps, keeps on turning
We pass all our fears to our children
Rule the playground
The lines are all drawn into colours (yes)
What if we, we try harder
What if we reach out to each other (to each other)
Cant let it, cant let hatred rule
Let your love in
Let your love in
Only love can conquer all
Only love can break down the walls
Only love can conquer all
Only love (only love)
Only love (only love)
Oh yeah
Only love can conquer all
Only love can break down these walls
Only love can conquer all
Only love (only love)
Only love (only love)
Only love
(only love)
Only love
(only love)
Only only only
Only love
(only love)
Only love
(only love)
Only love

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For One Night

i was yours for one night
the only one who you held tight
im trying to make the night last
slowing things down so they dont run so fast

but i know
no matter how slow
this night will go
you dont love me so

why are we here together tonight
are you trying to make me feel alright?
because it kills me that tomorrow you wont be here
the love i feel now will all just dissapear

but i guess thats how life goes
one night just for memories i suppose
a night that means nothing to you
but so much to me, if you only knew

forever i will remember your name
after this one night i wont be the same
dont think i will ever forget you
i know it sounds cliche but its true

does this change us, i guess not
how i loved you before, i forgot
but how i love you now i know
and towards the future it will grow

i remember every second of this night
the night i was finally alright
the night i didnt cry myself to sleep
but this secret i will keep

nobody gets me like you do
i love some but none like you

and remembering this night brings back my disease
my sickness where it feels like one thousand degrees
my pain when i dont have you around
a plague that makes my heart pound

this night was great because i was yours
now do i love you more? of course
so maybe we will start from here
or do the exact opposite and switch gears

the love i feel now will all just dissapear
because it kills me that tomorrow you wont be here
are you trying to make me feel alright?
why are we here together tonight

slowing things down so they dont run so fast
im trying to make this night last
im the only one who you held tonight
i was yours for one night

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I Will Always Need Your Love

In the book of my life
Till the day that it's through
You know most of the pages belong to you
Every interesting chapter
Every twist, every turn
You're my willing accomplice to the lessons
I've learned
Till the end of the story
I'll be riveted
And when I write my dedication I'll say
I will always need your love
Wish I could write it in the daily news
I will always need your love
It would be very hard to fill your shoes
I will always need your love
So many ways that I depend on you
I will always need your love
No one else, no one else, could love me like you
You know all of my faults
Every strengh, every quirk
You can dictate a handbook on the way that I work
Many towering hurdles
You've helped me climb
What was already great is even better with time
You've discovered each secret
Every fantasy
The only thing I really need you to see
I will always need your love
Wish I could write it in the daily news
I will always need your love
It would be very hard to fill your shoes
I will always need your love
So many ways that I depend on you
I will always need your love
No one else, no one else, could love me like you
I will always need your love
Wish I could write it in the daily news
I will always need your love
It would be very hard to fill your shoes
I will always need your love
So many ways that I depend on you
I will always need your love
No one else, no one else, no one else could love me like you
I will always need your love
I will always need your love
I will always need your love
...always need your love
I will always need your love
So many ways that I depend on you
I will always need your love
No one else, no one else, could love me like you
I will always need your love

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Heart Of Stone

A broken wing, and a broken bone
Of a bird, that met a stone
Lied helpless And was bit despair
Looked above If god was there.
Short of food And short of breath
Was silently waiting For his death
Asked his wings If they could fly.
Yes they said why don't you try
He gathered his strength and wiped his tears.
And soon he stood Without his fears
His eyes stared at the Dark blue sky
But just then when he was about to fly

they grabbed his neck they grabbed it hard
with all his strength he could move a yard
and yes those hands did hurt his bone
he had met a heart of stone
some ugly hands and a beautiful bird.
He cried for help But no one heard.
His wings were flawed And his muscles were stiff.
He begged them to throw him off a cliff
oh dumb bird, don't you get,
look at you, it's a stone you met.
To this, the half dead bird replied
So what, if I die
Just for once I ll meet the air.
And also see if god was there.

Stories of wisdom, that were once told
But now this world had been so cold.
He wished if those blind eyes could see.
The bird was dead though his soul was free.

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Penciled Faces

She sat at her window everyday
and watched the world go by.
She was engrossed in seeing so many faces
and she often wondered why?

What was it about their differences
that captivated her so?
It must have been the expressions they wore.
Little did any of them know

that without this daily procession of faces
she would simply be lost.
She sat with pencil and paper
and sketched the faces that crossed.

And they became for her a family
for she was quite alone.
She'd set them up on the walls around her,
the names of them unknown.

So she gave them names for she loved them
and so her family grew.
Pretty soon her walls were filled
with people that she knew.

Years went by. She died in her chair
where she watched the world go by.
And all of her family of faces
were there to watch her die.

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Long Forgotten Journey

Long Forgotten Journey
By: Adam M. Snow

What am I, that is no longer,
Lost in stormy seas unchanged,
But one weak as I now stronger,
Curse to walk this world deranged,
And I, alone yet not alone,
With but my love to atone.
I despite what I have become,
I condemn myself to death,
Henceforth to why I am numb,
And to why, I give my dying breath.
One to rise yet one to fall,
And on this morrow, I give my all.
Must this be but a journey within oneself,
A journey that was once long forgotten,
So that I may find myself,
For I in earth am rotten,
But I struggle with all devotion,
Blinded by my single emotion,
I wander for greater purpose,
In a world departed from oneself,
I found myself in Jesus,
And through him, I healed myself.
Must this be fate, that I no longer lost,
Twas the blood of lamb that be the cost.

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That Love For One Another Done

Where do we masquerade now?
That dedicated faith we fake.
The one we parade,
When charades made take place.

And...
Where do we masquerade now?
That dedicated faith we fake.
The one we parade,
When charades made take place.

That love for one another done,
Real or fake.
The respect for our fathers,
Is it real or fake.
The honor for our mothers done,
Real or fake.
And that love for one another done...
Is it real or just for fun?

Concern for our sisters,
Is that real or fake.
And what about our brothers,
Do they hug and fake.
As they backstab each other,
Calling one another 'mothers'.

That feeling,
Is it real or fake.
That feeling,
Is it love or hate.
That feeling,
We all celebrate.
And what about the brothers,
Backstabbing one another.

That feeling,
Is it real or fake.
That feeling,
Is it love or hate.
That feeling,
We all celebrate.
And what about the brothers,
Calling one another 'mothers'.

And that love for one another done...
Is it real or just for fun?

That feeling,
Is it real or fake.
That feeling,
Is it love or hate.
That feeling,
We all celebrate.
And what about the brothers,
Backstabbing one another.
And what about the brothers,
Calling one another 'mothers'.

And that love for one another done...
Is it real or just for fun?

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3 Circles for Madama Butterfly

1

Madama Butterfly Once left My Mid 90's Cellphone,
In
His
Coke
Dealers
Car.


‘Twas Her Flaws that Cupid'd ME! !
& We didn't even know them.

YET.


2

' Citizens of My Country, Behold Me,
I start out on My Last Journey. I look for
The last time at the Light of the Sun.
The God of Hades will Take Me alive,
I shall not have known Marriage.
No wedding song will Have echoed
My Name.
Death will Espouse me' From
Jean Cocteau's 'Antigone'.

& as you can clearly see,
The Perfect
QUOTE,
Was always sitting
Upon The Illustrious METAL,
Of Her Chapped.............. Lips.

3

`` For I Say Unto Liberating Oppressors,
There are two ways to Conquer,
& Enslave My Nation, One is By the Sword,
& The Other is By Debt``
`` For I say Unto You it would
Be easier for a Camel to pass through
The eye of a needle,
Then for a Rich Man to Enter
The Kingdom of Heaven``
``The Rose Has Long Been the Flower of Love,
It`s Beauty & It`s Thorns Remind us
Of the Mixed Blessing We Receive
When We Open Ourselves to Love``
`` James Dean Offered American Audiences,
A New Image of The Rebel as
Poetic Anti Hero as the Misunderstood
But Vulnerable Herald of a New Generation,
The Boy in Anguish as a Disturbed Animal,
So In Need of Love, that Nothing else
Has Any Reality``
`` In One Hand, I Offer them Something
Like Brando saying, F##k you,
& I Have Clift in the Other One Saying
Please Help Me``
My Ultra Violent, Cesare Borgia Like Pen,
Is Recklessly Wielding other People`s Quotes
But Ay!
`` Alice Bailey Criticized National Groups
Based on What She Believed Were Their
Violations of the Spirit of Unity
& Brotherhood,
She Believed that an Individuals
Primary Allegiance is to Humanity,
& Not to any Sub Group within it``
I`ll Save that S%^t for another Day!
-a Million Superficial Differences Divide 'US',
There is No Such Thing as Being 'CIVILIZED'
& 'Nothing is Solid'
We Emerge Out of the Bright Darkness
Into the view of Samyaza Singing the Songs
That were once Composed in Honor of Pagan
GODS!
LIMP DEMAND! ! !
Divine Abominations standing Strong
With weak Erection,
Shouting `` Love has to be Re-invented`` like Rimbaud
Recommended,
`` Life MUST be Changed``!
A Whole Generation of Kids cursed by Consciousness
Are being exposed to things
Their dipsomaniacal Parents spoon feeding
Said Children to Moloch!
the Government Blob! & THE BORG will Never Know!
Circles & Sheets of Sound, Musical Noise!
GIRLS GONE wild, Elderly women going MAD!
War pigs getting awarded the Nobel peace prize!
Banksters
Head scratchingly named ``TIME`` magazines
``Person of the year ``!
Thousand year old Prophecies of Mass
Destruction,
Or Global Awakening! !
Alien or Deity Intervention or
NOTHING,
The Ending of an Aeon, & The Beginning of another,
Even the Priestess Pythia,
The Oracle of Apollo at DELPHI & Susan Munro
Don't know
What`s going to Happen,
.....What a STRANGE, & Exciting TIME, to be
STUCK! !


In Existence.


Conjured By Stedmond Pardy April 2011

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Niobe In Distress For Her Children Slain By Apollo, From Ovid's Metamorphoses, Book VI. And From A View Of The Painting Of Mr. Richard Wilson

Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring
Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing!
Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil give,
And taught'st the painter in his works to live,
Inspire with glowing energy of thought,
What Wilson painted, and what Ovid wrote.
Muse! lend thy aid, nor let me sue in vain,
Tho' last and meanest of the rhyming train!
O guide my pen in lofty strains to show
The Phrygian queen, all beautiful in woe.
'Twas where Maeonia spreads her wide domain
Niobe dwelt, and held her potent reign:
See in her hand the regal sceptre shine,
The wealthy heir of Tantalus divine,
He most distinguish'd by Dodonean Jove,
To approach the tables of the gods above:
Her grandsire Atlas, who with mighty pains
Th' ethereal axis on his neck sustains:
Her other grandsire on the throne on high
Rolls the loud-pealing thunder thro' the sky.
Her spouse, Amphion, who from Jove too springs,
Divinely taught to sweep the sounding strings.
Seven sprightly sons the royal bed adorn,
Seven daughters beauteous as the op'ning morn,
As when Aurora fills the ravish'd sight,
And decks the orient realms with rosy light
From their bright eyes the living splendors play,
Nor can beholders bear the flashing ray.
Wherever, Niobe, thou turn'st thine eyes,
New beauties kindle, and new joys arise!
But thou had'st far the happier mother prov'd,
If this fair offspring had been less belov'd:
What if their charms exceed Aurora's teint.
No words could tell them, and no pencil paint,
Thy love too vehement hastens to destroy
Each blooming maid, and each celestial boy.
Now Manto comes, endu'd with mighty skill,
The past to explore, the future to reveal.
Thro' Thebes' wide streets Tiresia's daughter came,
Divine Latona's mandate to proclaim:
The Theban maids to hear the orders ran,
When thus Maeonia's prophetess began:
'Go, Thebans! great Latona's will obey,
'And pious tribute at her altars pay:
'With rights divine, the goddess be implor'd,
'Nor be her sacred offspring unador'd.'
Thus Manto spoke. The Theban maids obey,
And pious tribute to the goddess pay.
The rich perfumes ascend in waving spires,
And altars blaze with consecrated fires;
The fair assembly moves with graceful air,
And leaves of laurel bind the flowing hair.
Niobe comes with all her royal race,
With charms unnumber'd, and superior grace:
Her Phrygian garments of delightful hue,
Inwove with gold, refulgent to the view,
Beyond description beautiful she moves
Like heav'nly Venus, 'midst her smiles and loves:
She views around the supplicating train,
And shakes her graceful head with stern disdain,
Proudly she turns around her lofty eyes,
And thus reviles celestial deities:
'What madness drives the Theban ladies fair
'To give their incense to surrounding air?
'Say why this new sprung deity preferr'd?
'Why vainly fancy your petitions heard?
'Or say why Caeus offspring is obey'd,
'While to my goddesship no tribute's paid?
'For me no altars blaze with living fires,
'No bullock bleeds, no frankincense transpires,
'Tho' Cadmus' palace, not unknown to fame,
'And Phrygian nations all revere my name.
'Where'er I turn my eyes vast wealth I find,
'Lo! here an empress with a goddess join'd.
'What, shall a Titaness be deify'd,
'To whom the spacious earth a couch deny'd!
'Nor heav'n, nor earth, nor sea receiv'd your queen,
'Till pitying Delos took the wand'rer in.
'Round me what a large progeny is spread!
'No frowns of fortune has my soul to dread.
'What if indignant she decrease my train
'More than Latona's number will remain;
'Then hence, ye Theban dames, hence haste away,
'Nor longer off'rings to Latona pay;
'Regard the orders of Amphion's spouse,
'And take the leaves of laurel from your brows.'
Niobe spoke. The Theban maids obey'd,
Their brows unbound, and left the rights unpaid.
The angry goddess heard, then silence broke
On Cynthus' summit, and indignant spoke;
'Phoebus! behold, thy mother in disgrace,
'Who to no goddess yields the prior place
'Except to Juno's self, who reigns above,
'The spouse and sister of the thund'ring Jove.
'Niobe, sprung from Tantalus, inspires
'Each Theban bosom with rebellious fires;
'No reason her imperious temper quells,
'But all her father in her tongue rebels;
'Wrap her own sons for her blaspheming breath,
'Apollo! wrap them in the shades of death.'
Latona ceas'd, and ardent thus replies
The God, whose glory decks th' expanded skies.
'Cease thy complaints, mine be the task assign'd
'To punish pride, and scourge the rebel mind.'
This Phoebe join'd.--They wing their instant flight;
Thebes trembled as th' immortal pow'rs alight.
With clouds incompass'd glorious Phoebus stands;
The feather'd vengeance quiv'ring in his hands.
Near Cadmus' walls a plain extended lay,
Where Thebes' young princes pass'd in sport the day:
There the bold coursers bounded o'er the plains,
While their great masters held the golden reins.
Ismenus first the racing pastime led,
And rul'd the fury of his flying steed.
'Ah me,' he sudden cries, with shrieking breath,
While in his breast he feels the shaft of death;
He drops the bridle on his courser's mane,
Before his eyes in shadows swims the plain,
He, the first-born of great Amphion's bed,
Was struck the first, first mingled with the dead.
Then didst thou, Sipylus, the language hear
Of fate portentous whistling in the air:
As when th' impending storm the sailor sees
He spreads his canvas to the fav'ring breeze,
So to thine horse thou gav'st the golden reins,
Gav'st him to rush impetuous o'er the plains:
But ah! a fatal shaft from Phoebus' hand
Smites thro' thy neck, and sinks thee on the sand.
Two other brothers were at wrestling found,
And in their pastime claspt each other round:
A shaft that instant from Apollo's hand
Transfixt them both, and stretcht them on the sand:
Together they their cruel fate bemoan'd,
Together languish'd, and together groan'd:
Together too th' unbodied spirits fled,
And sought the gloomy mansions of the dead.
Alphenor saw, and trembling at the view,
Beat his torn breast, that chang'd its snowy hue.
He flies to raise them in a kind embrace;
A brother's fondness triumphs in his face:
Alphenor fails in this fraternal deed,
A dart dispatch'd him (so the fates decreed:)
Soon as the arrow left the deadly wound,
His issuing entrails smoak'd upon the ground.
What woes on blooming Damasichon wait!
His sighs portend his near impending fate.
Just where the well-made leg begins to be,
And the soft sinews form the supple knee,
The youth sore wounded by the Delian god
Attempts t' extract the crime-avenging rod,
But, whilst he strives the will of fate t' avert,
Divine Apollo sends a second dart;
Swift thro' his throat the feather'd mischief flies,
Bereft of sense, he drops his head, and dies.
Young Ilioneus, the last, directs his pray'r,
And cries, 'My life, ye gods celestial! spare.'
Apollo heard, and pity touch'd his heart,
But ah! too late, for he had sent the dart:
Thou too, O Ilioneus, art doom'd to fall,
The fates refuse that arrow to recal.
On the swift wings of ever flying Fame
To Cadmus' palace soon the tidings came:
Niobe heard, and with indignant eyes
She thus express'd her anger and surprise:
'Why is such privilege to them allow'd?
'Why thus insulted by the Delian god?
'Dwells there such mischief in the pow'rs above?
'Why sleeps the vengeance of immortal Jove?'
For now Amphion too, with grief oppress'd,
Had plung'd the deadly dagger in his breast.
Niobe now, less haughty than before,
With lofty head directs her steps no more
She, who late told her pedigree divine,
And drove the Thebans from Latona's shrine,
How strangely chang'd!--yet beautiful in woe,
She weeps, nor weeps unpity'd by the foe.
On each pale corse the wretched mother spread
Lay overwhelm'd with grief, and kiss'd her dead,
Then rais'd her arms, and thus, in accents slow,
'Be sated cruel Goddess! with my woe;
'If I've offended, let these streaming eyes,
'And let this sev'nfold funeral suffice:
'Ah! take this wretched life you deign'd to save,
'With them I too am carried to the grave.
'Rejoice triumphant, my victorious foe,
'But show the cause from whence your triumphs flow?
'Tho' I unhappy mourn these children slain,
'Yet greater numbers to my lot remain.'
She ceas'd, the bow string twang'd with awful sound,
Which struck with terror all th' assembly round,
Except the queen, who stood unmov'd alone,
By her distresses more presumptuous grown.
Near the pale corses stood their sisters fair
In sable vestures and dishevell'd hair;
One, while she draws the fatal shaft away,
Faints, falls, and sickens at the light of day.
To sooth her mother, lo! another flies,
And blames the fury of inclement skies,
And, while her words a filial pity show,
Struck dumb--indignant seeks the shades below.
Now from the fatal place another flies,
Falls in her flight, and languishes, and dies.
Another on her sister drops in death;
A fifth in trembling terrors yields her breath;
While the sixth seeks some gloomy cave in vain,
Struck with the rest, and mingled with the slain.
One only daughter lives, and she the least;
The queen close clasp'd the daughter to her breast:
'Ye heav'nly pow'rs, ah spare me one,' she cry'd,
'Ah! spare me one,' the vocal hills reply'd:
In vain she begs, the Fates her suit deny,
In her embrace she sees her daughter die.
* 'The queen of all her family bereft,
'Without or husband, son, or daughter left,
'Grew stupid at the shock. The passing air
'Made no impression on her stiff'ning hair.

* This Verse to the End is the Work of another Hand.

'The blood forsook her face: amidst the flood
'Pour'd from her cheeks, quite fix'd her eye-balls
'stood.
'Her tongue, her palate both obdurate grew,
'Her curdled veins no longer motion knew;
'The use of neck, and arms, and feet was gone,
'And ev'n her bowels hard'ned into stone:
'A marble statue now the queen appears,
'But from the marble steal the silent tears.'

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Journey As Zen

No use of sensing and experiencing taste, colors and misery
as long as you just open a book.

When you get ready to accept whatever will happen,
that will bring taste, colors, harmony,

slope to go up and down
tea you will get served
flavors
feelings
interaction

and
appriciation.

All those things come across on your mind, and then your life embarks for zen journey that will never be ending.

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A Convenience For One

Anyone who becomes persuaded,
To allow outsiders to interfere...
In 'their' private relationship.
With a giving of opinion.
And that opinion given is more valued,
Than the relationship entered into by two...
Professing a love known.
Well...
Can that really be considered a relationship?
One that is serious?

Or is it more a convenience for one,
To do a manipulation done.
And anyone inviting this,
Has to be more interested in being validated,
A fool.
And fools,
Even today...
At the prices paid,
Have become cheaper to get...
For less than a dime a dozen.

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Death Has No Control, Love Has No Boundaries

Death has no control over the boundaries of love

(a special couple)

It will always and forever be,
as long as there is a heart in thee.
Visions of a loss, is all that one will
melancholy and constantly see.
Wherever the wide oceans
meet the blue vast sky.
Echoing memories will be a-glow,
That none cannot escape nor deny
As the weeping twin rivers
overflow down a desperate soul.
A question unspeakable
Is it really the hands of death that stole?
Or were it a hand picked
Bouquet from the angels from above?
To enter the gates of
Heaven and be showered with never ending love!

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The Temple Of Love

She is prepared now
For a journey, that surrounds all
Pítia in your frenzied dance.

she want be free but she can't!
Do you testify that?

your fiery body, silks flitted
incontrolable, involved by fumes
must tolerate, winging and whirling


Your mind, in sick mind was converted
your body in wick, body was transformed
your heart, in Loved place has became

she wants a relief but she can't
Do you understand that?

was divided in 2 peaces for two Gods
And conceal the secret of love
one part dead, other ready to serve

for vaticinations and prophecys
six senses purified by the ritual
made her choise for love, a female white slave
for him, confess secrets in whispers

She wants run way but she can't!
Do you accept that?

She's Convicted for their extreme affection!
for your God and obligations
In The Temple of Love! ! !

Do you believe that?

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Tea For One

So you stir your memories
Of better men.
With your silver spoon.
A bitter tea for two.
Where are they now
The perfect few.
That put me to shame.
Your strut is lame.
Crippled,
Your knights in armour.
Rippled, dreams.
Remember Karma.
You
Who pledged me your life.
Warm kisses
But much colder the knife
As you stabbed me in the back.
With your ice cube words.
Emotion's all you lack.
Within your test tube herds.
So cry.
Your act so placid.
I cannot kiss away
Your tears of acid.
Hang your head
For the lies
You whispered in my bed.
My blood dried in my veins.
When doubt, like cancer spread.
All my messages
That you ignored.
My cries of pain.
As you sat bored.
Disguarded.
Like last years fashion.
Retarded.
Your idea of passion.
That I die so slow
You will never believe.
But one moonlight glow
Will trap you and thieve
Your comfort and confidence.
Love owns the heart.
Where lust just rents.
So enjoy your tea for one.
And sit in your setting sun.
Your warmth snuffed like a candle.
Hope you eventually handle.
Your heroes, who never will call.
Alone in your empty hall.

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Teenage Love

two teenagers so in love.
their hearts beating in
unison, one with the other.
and would not listen to their father or mother.

they felt that their love would conquer all.
and tear down any wall.

it did not matter what anyone
would say, and their minds they could not sway.

they had repeatedly heard that ' love could be blind'
but their love was one of a kind.
now in school they taught the golden rule
but to her ' she was no fool'.

she knew what could lie ahead
and that she could not sit back
or lie in bed.

so determined for their love to succeed
that they pushed themselves to get a degree
they both studied day and night
and would not give up this relentless fight.

three years later they had acheived their goal
and from then life started to unfold.

he became a doctor, and she a teacher
and now, no one could reach her.

a year later a child came
and they knew that life would never be the same.

but she proved that teenage love can survive
if you just give it a try.

and if you was to ask them, if they
would do it again.
their reply would be ' you betcha friend'.

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Start From The Dark

Said you were ordinary
Would not amount to much
I guess they never knew you
You found the place they couldnt touch
Said you were nothing special
Always kept to yourself
You had to fight your own way
Theres always been touch too much at stake
What you gonna do?
Cause youre just like me
What you gonna do?
Tonight, this is where we go
To find out who we really are
Weve got nothing left to lose
Tonight, this is how we breathe
To put some strength back in our hearts
Weve got nothing left to lose
We start from the dark
Youll never pass for someone
Wholl find a place in life
you sough to take that last breath
to give away your heart and mind
What you gonna do?
Cause youre just like me
What you gonna do?
Tonight, this is where we go
To find out who we really are
Weve got nothing left to lose
Tonight, this is how we breathe
To put some strength back in our hearts
Weve got nothing left to lose
We start from the dark
Start from the dark
What you gonna do?
Cause youre just like me
What you gonna do?
Tonight, this is where we go
To find out who we really are
Weve got nothing left to lose
Tonight, this is how we breathe
To put some strength back in our hearts
Weve got nothing left to lose
We start from the dark
Start from the dark

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For One To Be Saved

In order for one to be saved, they must first know they are lost,
A fallen soul, totally depraved, in need of the love of the cross,
Having nothing to give to Him, The Lord and God, Jesus Christ,
The Savior, who died for our sin, so we could have Eternal Life.

Depraved is such a harsh word, to describe a friend or a family,
One that is very seldom heard, much like that one word, eternity,
As so many have little concern, beyond their needs, day to day,
With even less of a desire to learn, what God’s Word has to say.

Many men need to just begin, believing they are basically good,
That every soul is born in sin, far from what they’ve understood,
And this is what separates us, from God, Who is Holy and Pure,
So that we need Christ Jesus, Who alone, opens Heaven’s Door.

Friend, It’s man’s moral depravity, bound up in the heart of them,
Which the Lord God of Eternity, being Righteous must condemn,
As the Lord cannot strive with sin, and with all men morally abase,
Our souls must be purged within, bringing us to a need for Grace.

So all souls need to come today, to God’s Word and understand,
That Christ provided God’s only way, that we with God can stand,
Acknowledging your need for Christ, and accept His Saving Truth,
Then you will enter Eternal Life, instead of His Righteous Reproof.

(Copyright ©05/2010)

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Just A Little Love

When I think that you got everything that you need,
you only ask for more.
You got dresses from Paris and a Jaguar car,
Nasty habits that no sheik could afford.
Easy money and what it buys.
is the loneliest kind of high.
If you ever just give it a try,
Just a little love (just a little love)
Goes a long way.
A little love goes a long, long way.
Just a little love (just a little love)
Just a little love
A little love goes a long, long, long, long way.
You bought a high-dollar house in the Hollywood hills,
the zip code of the stars.
Into nouvelle cuisine, candy keeps you lean.
The doctor takes your credit card.
In the emptiness of the night, when you never feel satisfied.
And you're missin' what could make it right.
Just a little love (just a little love)
Goes a long way.
A little love goes a long, long way.
Just a little love (just a little love)
Just a little love
A little love goes a long, long, long, long way.
Oh yeah.
Aren't you carryin' cash just a little too far?
What happens when it's gone?
Every pleasure gets old, like a river runs dry.
The things that last come down to one.
Just a little love, goes a long way.
A little love goes a long, long way.
Just a little love, just a little love,
A little love goes a long, long, long, long way.
Just a little love, goes a long way.
A little love goes a long, long way.
Just a little love, a little love,
A little love goes a long, long, long, long way.

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John Dryden

Song Of A Scholar And His Mistress, Who, Being Crossed By Their Friends, Fell Mad For One Another; And Now First Meet In Bedlam

[Music within.]

The Lovers enter at opposite doors, each held by a keeper.

Phillis.
Look, look I see—­I see my love appear!
’Tis he—­’Tis he alone;
For, like him, there is none:
’Tis the dear, dear man, ’tis thee, dear.

Amyntas.
Hark! the winds war;
The foamy waves roar;
I see a ship afar:
Tossing and tossing, and making to the shore:
But what’s that I view,
So radiant of hue,
St. Hermo, St Hermo, that sits upon the sails?
Ah! No, no, no.
St. Hermo never, never shone so bright;'
'Tis Phillis, only Phillis, can shoot so fair a light;
'Tis Phillis, ’tis Phillis, that saves the ship alone,
For all the winds are hush’d, and the storm is overblown.

Phillis.
Let me go, let me run, let me fly to his arms.

Amyntas.
If all the fates combine,
And all the furies join,
I’ll force my way to Phillis, and break through the charm.

[Here they break from their keepers, run to each other, and embrace.]

Phillis.
Shall I marry the man I love?
And shall I conclude my pains?
Now bless’d be the powers above,
I feel the blood bound in my veins;
With a lively leap it began to move,
And the vapours leave my brains.

Amyntas.
Body join’d to body, and heart join’d to heart,
To make sure of the cure,
Go call the man in black, to mumble o’er his part.

Phillis.
But suppose he should stay—­

Amyntas.
At worst if he delay,
'Tis a work must be done,
We’ll borrow but a day,
And the better, the sooner begun.

[They run out together hand in hand.]

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An Evolution That Has Erased The Yesterdays

Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted.

Clear choices today are being readily defined.
Making up one's mind as to which road to take,
Is for many not a decision to contemplate.
It may be difficult for some to switch up...
From steps taken to reverse what has been done.
But it can be done...
If a wish for happiness is to come!

Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted.

There are those confused,
By the suddenness of change.
But it's not as if it had been hidden.
Not for those who have witnessed,
A quality of life that is not the same.

Closed eyes are different from those that are blind.
Some choose not to see what is.
Others who can not see period...
Have survived with sharpened minds.
And are quick to sense...
The atmosphere has been stimulated,
By the addition of increased decadence.

Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted.

A higher consciousness has arrived,
And it struggles with accepted commonness.
But this slide that delights some,
Comes to an end to unravel comforts under the Sun.
To achieve a peace slowly becoming noticed.
And those overdosed with delusions that limit...
Will find themselves anguished,
By an evolution that has erased the yesterdays.
Leaving them revolving in memories dissolving.
And not a sign ahead that shows,
Those times will be revisited.

Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted with...
But,
Not for long!
Drastic changes have come to move us on!
With or without the necessity for debate.
Or an appreciative applause in waiting.

Many are already too stunned with disbelief...
That the onslaught of love has come,
To achieve the 'real' version of peace.

Too much ugliness exists.
And too much of it is persisted with...
But,
Not for long!

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