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Topic: Immortal Children
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salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted November 09, 2005 02:36 PM
These Are Days These are days you’ll remember. Never before and never since, I promise, will the whole world be warm as this. And as you feel it, you’ll know it’s true that you are blessed and lucky. It’s true that you are touched by something that will grow and bloom in you. These are days you’ll remember. When May is rushing over you with desire to be part of the miracles you see in every hour. You’ll know it’s true that you are blessed and lucky. It’s true that you are touched by something that will grow and bloom in you. These are days. These are the days you might fill with laughter until you break. These days you might feel a shaft of light make its way across your face. And when you do you’ll know how it was meant to be. See the signs and know their meaning. It’s true, you’ll know how it was meant to be. Hear the signs and know they’re speaking to you, to you. 10,000 maniacs ------------------ the valley spirit never dies; it is the woman, primal mother. her gateway is the root of heaven and earth. it is like a veil barely seen. use it; it will never fail. tao te ching IP: Logged |
salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted November 09, 2005 02:46 PM
BlessedHey you, you're a child in my head You haven't walked yet Your first words have yet to be said But I swear you'll be blessed I know you're still just a dream your eyes might be green Or the bluest that I've ever seen Anyway you'll be blessed And you, you'll be blessed You'll have the best I promise you that I'll pick a star from the sky Pull your name from a hat I promise you that, promise you that, promise you that You'll be blessed I need you before I'm too old To have and to hold To walk with you and watch you grow And know that you're blessed elton john, bernie taupin
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salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted November 09, 2005 02:55 PM
Shining LightSomething was pulling me without knowing what was leading me on: your shining light. In my darkest hour the only way to bring the dawn was your shining light. But you’re unaware your shining light is even on. Like with a little glance when you take me by surprise and I take a chance and see it all through your eyes. Free me from my history and show me where to draw the line, by lighting up the mystery, and you don’t even know that it shines. I’m not worried now about flying too close to the sun. When December skies are cold, you know I will always run to your shining light. I won’t abuse it so please just let it glow behind your smile. Let me use it, let me feel the warmth like a little child who understands your glance, though it takes me by surprise. And I take a chance and I see it all through your eyes. 10,000 Maniacs IP: Logged |
salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted November 09, 2005 02:59 PM
This Is To Mother YouThis is to mother you To comfort you and get you through Through when your nights are lonely Through when your dreams are only blue This is to mother you This is to be with you To hold you and to kiss you too For when you need me I will do What your own mother didn't do Which is to mother you All the pain that you have known All the violence in your soul All the 'wrong' things you have done I will take from you when I come All mistakes made in distress All your unhappiness I will take away with my kiss, yes I will give you tenderness For child I am so glad I've found you Although my arms have always been around you Sweet bird although you did not see me I saw you And I'm here to mother you To comfort you and get you through Through when your nights are lonely Through when your dreams are only blue This is to mother you sinead o'connor IP: Logged |
salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted November 09, 2005 03:02 PM
What's the Matter Here?That young boy without a name I’d know his face. In this city the kid’s my favorite. I’ve seen him. I see him every day. Seen him run outside looking for a place to hide from his father, the kid half naked and said to myself “O, what’s the matter here?” I’m tired of the excuses everybody uses, he’s their kid I stay out of it, but who gave you the right to do this? We live on Morgan Street just ten feet between and his mother, I never see her, but her screams and cussing, I hear them every day. Threats like: “If you don’t mind I will beat on your behind,” “Slap you, slap you silly.” made me say, “O, what’s the matter here?” I’m tired of the excuses everybody uses, he’s your kid, do as you see fit, but get this through that I don’t approve of what you did to you own flesh and blood. “If you don’t sit on this chair straight I’ll take this belt from around my waist and don’t think that I won’t use it!” Answer me and take your time, what could be the awful crime he could do at such young an age? If I’m the only witness to your madness offer me some words to balance out what I see and what I hear. All these cold and rude things that you do I suppose you do because he belongs to you and instead of love, the feel of warmth, you’ve given him these cuts and sores that don’t heal with time or age. I want to say “What’s the Matter here?” But I don’t dare say. 10,000 maniacs IP: Logged |
salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted November 09, 2005 03:10 PM
All BabiesAll babies are born saying God's name Over and over, All born singing God's name All babies are flown from the Universe From there they're lifted by the hands of angels God gives them the stars to use as ladders She hears their calls She is mother and father All babies are born out of great pain Over and over All born into great pain All babies are crying For no-one remembers God's name All babies are born saying God's name Over and over, All born singing God's name All babies are flown from the Universe From there they're lifted by the hands of angels God gives them the stars to use as ladders She hears their calls She is mother and father All babies are born out of great pain Over and over All born into great pain All babies are crying For no-one remembers God's name There's only love There's only love There's only love in this world There's only love There's only love There's only love in this world sinead o'connor IP: Logged |
salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted November 09, 2005 03:13 PM
Trouble MeTrouble me, disturb me with all your cares and you worries. Trouble me on the days when you feel spent. Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong? Trouble me. Speak to me, don’t mislead me, the calm I feel means a storm is swelling; there’s no telling where it starts or how it ends. Speak to me, why are you building this thick brick wall to defend me when your silence is my greatest fear? Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong? Speak to me. Let me have a look inside these eyes while I’m learning. Please don’t hide them just because of tears. Let me send you off to sleep with a “There, there, now stop your turning and tossing.” Let me know where the hurt is and how to heal. Spare me? Don’t spare me anything troubling. Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and you worries. Speak to me and let our words build a shelter from the storm. Lastly, let me know what I can mend. There’s more, honestly, than my sweet friend, you can see. Trust is what I’m offering if you trouble me. 10,000 maniacs
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salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted November 09, 2005 03:17 PM
My Darling ChildMy darling child My darling baby My darling child You gave life to me My darling child My darling baby My darling child You came and saved me My darling child My darling baby My darling child God gave you to me Me little ninja My little dancer Me little streetfighter Me little chancer Me lovely boy Me lovely babby My pride and joy Me little puppy Me little wolf Me little lamby My favourite boy My angel babby Me little ninja Me little dancer Me little streetfighter Me little chancer Me love me boy Me love me babby My pride and joy Me little puppy sinead o'connor ------------------ the valley spirit never dies; it is the woman, primal mother. her gateway is the root of heaven and earth. it is like a veil barely seen. use it; it will never fail. tao te ching IP: Logged |
salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted November 09, 2005 03:43 PM
Enchantmentin a fall of snow as soft as down a little child went out from town far and afar away through drifting flakes to the top of a hill above a world all strange and still and lost and far and grey. and where the child stood on a mound, shining upon the snow he found a curved and silver horn, an elfin trumpet on which he blew one silver note! away snow flew, and lo! 'twas a summer morn! the sun lay wide and warm and still over flowers and grass on the hill that glowed with an elfin gleam -- and soft in the valley lowed the herds and drowsily sang the summer birds to a young man lost in dream. harry behn IP: Logged |
salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted November 10, 2005 02:06 PM
Still I Rise You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise. maya angelou ------------------ I was doing time in the universal mind. I was feeling fine. I was turning keys, I was setting people free. I was doing all right.
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salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted November 10, 2005 02:11 PM
My Papa's WaltzThe Whiskey on his breath, could make a small boy dizzy, But I hung on like death Such waltzing wasn't easy. We romped until the pans, Slid from the kitchen shelf, My mother's countenance, Could not unfrown itself. The hand that held my wrist, Was battered on one knuckle, At every step he missed, My right ear scrapped a buckle. He beat time on my head, With a palm cracked hard by dirt, Then waltzed me off to bed, Still clinging to my shirt. theodore roethke
------------------ I was doing time in the universal mind. I was feeling fine. I was turning keys, I was setting people free. I was doing all right. jim morrison IP: Logged |
salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted November 10, 2005 02:18 PM
Wild ChildWild child, full of grace Savior of the human race Your cool face. Natural child, terrible child Not your mother's or your father's child You're our child, screaming wild. With hunger at her heels Freedom in her eyes She dances on her knees Pirate prince at her side. Staring into the hollow idol's eyes. Wild child, full of grace Saviour of the human race Your cool face, your cool face. "You remember when we were in Africa." the doors IP: Logged |
salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted November 10, 2005 05:37 PM
The First Christmas Evestrange it was when kings of old left all their ease and power and gold, and braved a desert waste and wild to kneel before a little Child. three ancient kings came from afar, their open eyes upon a star, a star that shined on flocks of sheep where weary shepherds lay fast asleep. and when those shepherds awoke to the Word, awoke in wonder at what they heard, so bright a vision the star revealed they could not move from where they kneeled. strange it was such different folk were those to whom an Angel spoke, spoke of a Child and filled their eyes with all the light of Paradise. strange it was that men so wise and men so simple, with open eyes, beheld the darkness of the earth grow bright because of Jesus' birth. strange it was, and long ago, when kings and shepherds came to know the ancient night and the world of men would never be quite the same again. harry behn ------------------ I was doing time in the universal mind. I was feeling fine. I was turning keys, I was setting people free. I was doing all right. jim morrison IP: Logged |
salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted November 10, 2005 06:04 PM
Black Boys on MopedsMargaret Thatcher on TV Shocked by the deaths that took place in Beijing It seems strange that she should be offended The same orders are given by her I've said this before now You said I was childish and you'll say it now "Remember what I told you If they hated me they will hate you" England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving I don't want him to be aware that there's Any such thing as grieving Young mother down at Smithfield 5 am, looking for food for her kids In her arms she holds three cold babies And the first word that they learned was "please" These are dangerous days To say what you feel is to dig your own grave "Remember what I told you If you were of the world they would love you" England's not the mythical land of Madame George and roses It's the home of police who kill blacks boys on mopeds And I love my boy and that's why I'm leaving I don't want him to be aware that there's Any such thing as grieving. sinead o'connor IP: Logged |
salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted November 10, 2005 06:17 PM
Child on Top of a GreenhouseThe wind billowing out the seat of my britches, My feet crackling splinters of glass and dried putty, The half-grown chrysanthemums staring up like accusers, Up through the streaked glass, flashing with sunlight, A few white clouds all rushing eastward, A line of elms plunging and tossing like horses, And everyone, everyone pointing up and shouting! theodore roethke
------------------ I was doing time in the universal mind. I was feeling fine. I was turning keys, I was setting people free. I was doing all right.
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salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted November 10, 2005 06:39 PM
As Once the Winged Energy of Delight As once the winged energy of delight carried you over childhood's dark abysses, now beyond your own life build the great arch of unimagined bridges.Wonders happen if we can succeed in passing through the harshest danger; but only in a bright and purely granted achievement can we realize the wonder. To work with Things in the indescribable relationship is not too hard for us; the pattern grows more intricate and subtle, and being swept along is not enough. Take your practiced powers and stretch them out until they span the chasm between two contradictions...For the god wants to know himself in you. rainer maria rilke
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Petron Knowflake Posts: 2903 From: Paradise Registered: Mar 2004
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posted November 11, 2005 06:36 AM
Adults are obsolete children. --Dr. Seuss
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salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted January 08, 2006 04:01 AM
------------------ he will take us by the hand, and lead us to the wonderland, if we can't be good, we'll be careful... and do the best we can linford manning IP: Logged |
Randall Webmaster Posts: 23951 From: Columbus, GA USA Registered: Nov 2000
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posted January 09, 2006 05:35 PM
------------------ "There is no use trying," said Alice; "one can't believe impossible things." "I dare say you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast." Lewis Carroll IP: Logged |
Randall Webmaster Posts: 23951 From: Columbus, GA USA Registered: Nov 2000
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posted January 19, 2006 01:11 PM
Great poetry.------------------ "There is no use trying," said Alice; "one can't believe impossible things." "I dare say you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast." Lewis Carroll IP: Logged |
salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted January 20, 2006 01:30 AM
glad you find delight here. IP: Logged |
lotusheartone Knowflake Posts: 8365 From: piopolis, quebec canada Registered: Jul 2005
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posted January 20, 2006 04:59 PM
Me too! Delightful! Salome..Love and Light and Magic to ALL.. IP: Logged |
salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted January 21, 2006 02:17 PM
be ye as a little child, and ye shall enter the kingdom of heaven. ------------------ Whatever it may bring I will live by my own policies I will sleep with a clear conscience I will sleep in peace ~sinead o'connor IP: Logged |
salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted January 21, 2006 03:17 PM
------------------ Whatever it may bring I will live by my own policies I will sleep with a clear conscience I will sleep in peace ~sinead o'connorI'm walking through the IP: Logged |
salome Knowflake Posts: 1521 From: Registered: Nov 2005
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posted January 27, 2006 04:24 PM
Slumber My DarlingSlumber, my darling, thy mother is near, Guarding thy dreams from all terror and fear, Sunlight has pass'd and the twilight has gone, Slumber, my darling, the night's coming on. Sweet visions attend thy sleep, Fondest, dearest to me, While others their revels keep, I will watch over thee. Slumber, my darling, the birds are at rest, The wandering dews by the flow'rs are caressed, Slumber, my darling, I'll wrap thee up warm, And pray that the angels will shield thee from harm. Slumber, my darling, till morn's blushing ray Brings to the world the glad tidings of day; Fill the dark void with thy dreamy delight-- Slumber, thy mother will guard thee tonight, Thy pillow shall sacred be From all outward alarms; Thou, thou are the world to me In thine innocent charms. Slumber, my darling, the birds are at rest, The wandering dews by the flow'rs are caressed, Slumber, my darling, I'll wrap thee up warm, And pray that the angels will shield thee from harm. ~Stephen Collins Foster ------------------ neither be cynical about love, For in the face of all aridity and disenchantment, It is as perennial as the grass.
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