In this world we are in a hurry always to ponder and alway’s to worry, living slow and some living fast leaving behind thing’s that are passed follwing not! and following still.
our world or worry it is so filled, not taking time to rest avast but slowly wearing down our ass.
not carefully exploring abode,but working fast to break the code, we all in such a rush! never early for the bus. running and running for day’s on end and never spending time with a freind.
slow down a minute i must say, for life’s about learning how to play! learning about who we are why were here? and just how far? can we go in this path we exist! or is it? that our life is a myth? do we think we are just here? or what is the purpose we hold dear.
take just a minute in this day and time and listen now to my little ryme for life is full! of wonder’s galore and more than just walking in and out of door’s meeting a friend is always the best ! and shareing love in someone’s midst. taking time to share who you are while walking about or riding in a car . take time! to share your expereinces and time and enjoy the little things that are so devine.
take just a moment it won;t cost you much! to find new life amoungst all of us!
take a minute and this! i swear you could find true happiness and a freind to share.

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There are times
I can think only of you
Satisfied fully
Entering that place
All leading to you
The area of my mind
Wishing no outside of border
Within the curvature of your
Flowing, pure line
Over your natural texture
That scent indigenous of you
My Soul’s Aboriginal

It is here on tranquil plane
Back in the garden
Of Journey’s Beginning
Before the fall and erosion
Wanting only You
To breathe with me once more
The dear essence
Touch and travel together
A perfect surface of my being
Awaken that kernel of Light in me
And to hold
Dear lord I beg
For just one moment
Myself a full risen sun
Before a new night
And the dawn
Of yet
Another
Unknowing

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Have you ever looked
deep into a sad child’s eyes or
have you ever stopped to listen
the their sad and lonley cries.
Most people refuse to believe it
although it is quite true,
that many children need mercy today
as many also need you.
So many children are beaten
and living in despair,
cause we don’t ever realize that
they need someone to care.
So many families are starving,
and often wondering why
that we don’t stop to help them
and continue on with our own lives.
So many fatherless children
who will never understand
why they have no precious daddy
or the strength of a loving father’s hand.
So many homeless people
living on the street
while we’re kept warm and cozy
and have plenty to eat.
This world is very greedy
and we should all understand
that we could be a sad, beaten child,
homeless and hungry family,
or a child all grown up to be a fatherless man.
Today someone may be reaching
out to take your hand
hoping that you’ll care for them
and that you’ll understand.
Don’t ever pass up a moment
when you got a hand to lend,
because someone out there may need you
and later you may need them.

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(1)If you’d found a way to hold your own against the playground bully,

Would you go to school reunions now, and share old classroom tales?

If you’d opened up, so counselors could understand you fully,

Would the knowledge they’d acquired have taken more wind from your sales?

(2)If you’d stood up to your father, when he made you go to Uni,

Doing courses you detested, would you like your new career?

If you’d gone to the gymnasium, when ladies called you puny,

Would you soon have gotten married to the one you thought was dear?

(3)If you’d worked your own agenda, and then gone the extra distance,

Would that usage of your time have given you a just reward?

If you’d left the church’s leadership to other working Christians,

Could some social life nostalgia moments of those days be stored?

(4)If you’d tolerated evil, when the time had come for battle,

Would you now retain some friends, who then became the foes you fought?

If you’d been content participating in the pointless prattle,

Would you now feel more accepted, less alone and overwrought?

(5)If you’d pushed aside your limits, thinking they could be exceeded,

Would you make the roadways safer, as you struggled at the wheel?

If you’d gambled with your destiny, when hesitance was needed,

Would the period to follow have been less of an ordeal?

(6)If you’d listened to the voices, who determined what was trendy,

Would you know yourself today, while drowning in the status quo?

If you’d thrown out childhood literature, like Peter Pan and Wendy,

Would your adult way of life enable you to truly grow?

(7)Would attempts to make lasagna not be misconstrued as arson,

If you’d done a course that taught you how to imitate a chef?

Would these skills have brought you and your girlfriend closer to the parson,

If you’d settled down, before your time in nightclubs turned you deaf?

(8)Are you just the final product of the choices you decided,

Back when you were far too young to take your whole life by the reins?

Do you shoulder blame for errors made, when help was not provided,

When you found yourself depending on your instinct and your brains?

(9)If you had the chance to start again, and take the road not traveled,

Would the outcome take you closer or still further from your goals?

If the tapestry of threads that were your life became unraveled,

Could you sew them back together, without leaving any holes?

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Tis not what we seek in life ..but what we create,, for life only exist as shall you! too! venture and explore brings knowledge galore with smiles and frowns and sometimes misery surround’s , know that life stays never! the same,, keeps us all from going insane .
it’s all about movement and walking about that lead’s us to joy and sometimes we shout, love they ownself and love those you hold near… when life is a downer just grab a cold beer.
follow me not nor lead me ahead just walk beside me always and when tired on my shoulder you can rest your head

so many lay around in worry some just go through life in a hurry some fall down and some climb up ..i just ride around in my old truck living and learning and exploreing life to it’s best stopping at times just to rest in the life is knowledge abode… if you seek it then you shall find gold.. live not for the moment! but live for the end cause everything else in the middle is fun to the end
tis only as easy as making a pie! taking time to make it sweet and rise to the sky! the careing and loving you spend on such a thing , can bring you love and laughter when with someone else you share the same thing. life and love are like cooking a simple pie.. its the time you take to add the extra spice that catches one;s eye.. remember this always for in this world is a must, if you ere forget love will go abust .’copyright 12/19/2009 aka louintexas

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Soft footsteps walk through streets near school,

Past yesterday’s townhouses.

In each nostalgic molecule

Is something, which arouses.

Old lessons learned so long ago

(Viola, drums or trigon)

Resurface, just enough to know:

Those tunes aren’t fully bygone.

A new sound crashes near the bay,

And shakes the stone rotunda.
The sky shows nature’s cabaret,

With sudden roaring thunder.

Brief moments pass, and summer heat

(Which caused the town to swelter))

Gives way to frantic dampening feet,

Which find a tunnel’s shelter.

Some recent wounds are laundered clean;

But past lives’ recollection

Remains, where tables and caffeine

Accompany retrospection.

The railway tracks are drowned in rain,

Up on the bridge, forestalling

The movement of the peak hour train;

As time froze memories falling.

An hour of this would irk some folk;

But nature gives a quarter,

So ferns and flowers can quickly soak
Themselves in purest water.

Then skies, which were extremely dark

(To back-project on lightning)

Conclude their cloud-to-cloud skylark,

With sunshine slowly brightening.

Those footsteps cling to water drops,

When they resume their movement:

Brief souvenirs of how life stops,

And starts with cleansed improvement.

Should company find its calling here,

The call would be for cuddles,

And sharing views of boats and pier,

With boots in smaller puddles.

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why are we here? for most that’s been a thought for other’s it’s just a passing idea that need’s no concern life gives us hope and worries and concern love, laughter and joy we recieve in return, some of us worry for day’s on end some of think when does life really begin.
does life leave us hopefull or sadness in it’s wake? or does it give us friends who hands we do shake does it offer kindness or leave us in despair, why are we here? or do even we care.
most of us seek a purpose to know why this is some of us just except it as it is,we work and toil for days on end working and wondering when shall it end.
myself i do ponder why life put me here but when i think about it it becomes so clear, for without you or me in this time and space life would be without our giving grace.
the key to life is to live and let live worry only a moment and share what you have as if giving candy to a kid. share it with a smile from your special place and learn to laugh loud when troubles you face never worry past dark or dawn in your wake rise to the challange and stand in your space .
for love and laughter can conquer most things the rest really doesn;t matter.. when the sun finally fades .

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Why do we ponder for things unknown? why do we worry of people that are gone,witches and warlocks and psychic’s galore think they have answer’s but still are unsure.
if your heart seek’s answer’s and your mind’s eye is mess, think in your own spirit for things you request.
seek not of other’s for answer’s too thine on path for only you can evolve from the life of your past,
each time to become stuck with worry and fate, remember that you alone can open the next gate.
life is full of constant trials and things unknown in time you shall move past what you are unsure give life a moment to settle it’s dust and look inside your own spirit to find what you trust.
do not pay other’s or seek there advice for your path is seperate of others you pass even though we walk the same ground and earth as we go never lose faith that your road is no more,you shall perservere in this world i know with love. worry’s and kindness and trouble’s galore. peace be in your heart always with care peace be mine to all the world to share.

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Red blood trickles down my eyes
In the very thought of doomsday,
We will all die, erasing all the lies.

Here we are in this earth, counting our last sins,
Counting the last miseries, last hopes, last moments
Last lives to live with, for whom the soul laments (afterwards).

And when you go, let your breath rest
Let it take a sigh of relief, the last sigh of relief
For the breath was your best friend, it has to live.

Your breath will freeze, turning into hailstones,
Your pains will have its fatal clones,
Your body will burn in them and you all will turn into stones.

My words are not just mere words,
They are like swords, sharp, bloody swords,
Now cry and get ready to suffer in herds.

-Debojyoti Sanyal

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I see the angels, I feel where they are.
I step into freedom and I swing from the stars.
The answer within me has gone too far.
I sing to the world and into your heart.
I think inbetween her, I feel her breathe.
Her blood is within me and I feel so clean.
How can I save her with no self-esteem?
She flows like a river and stings like a stream.
The light that travels so far in this life,
Reflects the moments that are too out of sight.
I’ve waited forever to see with the light,
that travels the day and brings us the night.

Could it be true that im lost in the stars?

That secret will follow with love in my arms.

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