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| | Whisper's in the Dark.... Thoughts and Visions.............Page 4 of 9 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9) | “The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, the education, the money, than circumstances, than failure, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company... a church... a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past... we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude. I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% of how I react to it. And so it is with you... we are in charge of our Attitudes.”
Charles R. Swindoll | |
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| Whisper's in the Dark.... Thoughts and Visions.............
Posted: 9/28/2010 8:00:11 PM | attitudes are so important
I believe I read that
somewhere
I'm trying to shake my current mindset
rationalize my way through
this madness I've encountered
the moment I fell into
his eyes
That's a lit
so may other things to worry about
but there is no freaking doubt
a little pang will remain
in my heart...
meanwhile I'll keep praying
for time to do its part
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slickened moments
triumphant waters
echo from a misty place
in the back of my throat
deeper you go
aquamarine eyes watch your intensity with delight... | |
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Posted: 10/1/2010 3:44:48 PM | I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen
'Cause no one else cared
After my dreaming
I woke with this fear
What am I leaving
When I'm done here?
So if you're asking me
I want you to know
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
And don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest, leave out all the rest
Don't be afraid
I've taken my beating
I've shed but I'm me
I'm strong on the surface
Not all the way through
I've never been perfect
But neither have you
So if you're asking me
I want you to know
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest, leave out all the rest
Forgetting all the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well
Pretending someone else can come
And save me from myself
I can't be who you are
When my time comes
Forget the wrong that I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to be missed
Don't resent me
And when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory
Leave out all the rest, leave out all the rest
Forgetting all the hurt inside
You've learned to hide so well
Pretending someone else can come
And save me from myself
I can't be who you are
I can't be who you are--linkin Park | |
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| Whisper's in the Dark.... Thoughts and Visions.............
Posted: 10/6/2010 11:39:52 PM | Memories
Many years have come and gone,
Yet your presence still lingers strong,
Like an endless age old song,
Singing within the echos of time...
Many tears have come and gone,
Since that day you laid to rest,
Called to Heaven where you belong,
Among the angels now you rest.....
Many years have come and gone,
Today your memory lingers on,
Like an endless age old song,
Singing forever 'Nick' you will be missed..BT
In memory of my best friend who took his own life... | |
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| Whisper's in the Dark.... Thoughts and Visions.............
Posted: 10/7/2010 9:15:43 AM | An Arms length away
Our fingers touch
overlap
Our palms
meeting
Our forearms
grazing
Our elbows
knee deep
Our biceps
holding strength...
A pair
Yours
Mine
Opening wide...
Our away lengths, Our Arms, An extra ordinary Hug!!
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| Whisper's in the Dark.... Thoughts and Visions.............
Posted: 10/7/2010 3:23:30 PM | Thank you Ms. HAMAZING....hugs to you also...feeling headstrong to take on any thing in liffffeeee...
Your circling, your circling, you're circling, your circling your head.
Contemplating everything you ever said.
Now I see the truth, I got a doubt.
I get the motive in your eyes and now I'm out, see you later.
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold.
See inside, inside of our heads.
Yeah. Er, well now that's over. It's over.
I see your motives inside, and your decisions in mind.
**** off, I'll take you on. Headstrong, can take on anyone.
I know that you are wrong,Headstrong, Headstrong.
Back off, I'll take you on. Headstrong can take on anyone.
I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong.
I can't give everything away...
And I won't give everything away!
Conclusions manifest,
Your first impression's got to be your very best,
I see you're full of $hit and that's all right,
It's how you play and guess who gets there every night,
Well now that's over...
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold.
See inside, inside of our heads.
Yeah. Er, well now that's over. It's over.
I see your motives inside, and your decisions in mind.
**** off, I'll take you on. Headstrong, can take on anyone.
I know that you are wrong,Headstrong, Headstrong.
Back off, I'll take you on. Headstrong, can take on anyone.
I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong.
I can't give everything away...
And I won't give everything away!
I know, I don't wanna hurt you.
I know, I don't wanna hurt you.
see your motives inside, and your decisions in mind.
**** off, I'll take you on. Headstrong, can take on anyone.
I know that you are wrong,Headstrong, Headstrong.
Back off, I'll take you on. Headstrong, can take on anyone.
I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong.
I can't give everything away...
And I won't give everything away! --linkin park
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| Whisper's in the Dark.... Thoughts and Visions.............
Posted: 10/7/2010 4:33:03 PM | Listen to this shite will ya....
Hey, I'm learning...
patience grasshopper.
The promise has been there since the light of day.
If anyone has really been watching you will know that.
Oh yeah, the other thing.... I am so absent-minded
(FYI Albert Einstein was the original absent minded professor)
almost forgot why I was here today.
Guess I just can't
think for myself anymore....
Dreams.
Can be so entertaining. Can they not?
Little reminiscences of the mind they are.
Without all the emotion... until you wake up that is.
Ever notice that? Some say they are more like hallucinations.
I think not. Ever watched someone hallucinate? Deeply, deeply emotional.
The not so interesting part is that most of the time I just don't remember the
dang-ed things. (Hey, is that my word? oh well)
Today I did.
Jumped straight up out of my recliner actually.
Blame it on the long night at work. Who knows?
I have done it before though. Makes me recall
something else.... when I just had to have that
answer to the question... it was answered.
Truthfully. Good or bad there it was.
Anyway.
The haunting comes when you waken.
Help me out here. See which one appeals
to your senses.....
Do I wanna be trapped inside a
roulette wheel today?
(Didn't win by the way... I landed on 13 black...
wouldn't ya just friggin' know it)
Or... do I want to be a computer virus?
ugh... kinda hard to think about...
that one had me sweating hard.
Thinking about sucking the life out of
all those people's lives.
How about the elaborate spy mission?
That one sounded intriguing...
until, of course, some sidewinder
decided it would be fun to make me
the *!@n ignorant patsy that accidentally
turned my man of love over to the enemy.
Not my style. Of course you know that though.
Hey, maybe I could be the unbeknowest, horny,
desperate little dating girl with the
computer generated boyfriend
that I am stalking.
Really not my style.
Really?
Or maybe not something
quite as romantic as that...
maybe I am the do-good girl
who helped two soulmates
find each other in a long lost sea
of serpents.
Considering my luv of pets
maybe I am just a guinea pig.
There it is guys....
Is it real or is it memorex?
Not being a dream-o-logist and all...
my interpretation still stands.
LOVE DOES NOT KILL
or atleast it doesn't my hearttt.
Told ya, I always carry the heart card.
Most of all, I want to know that
my card is okay.
All of this reminds me....
someone really is putting forth
an effort. Who be there? That
thinks, talks, writes, who knows
what else, like lil ole me?
Not sure about the walk...
but the sun always peeks over
at some point.
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| Whisper's in the Dark.... Thoughts and Visions.............
Posted: 10/8/2010 12:37:29 AM | Hello rockin, thanks as always for stopping by here. I will ponder those thoughts you've displayed and get back with ya.. Hope ya have inspiring dreams... :)
Speak to me
So I can understand your tongue
You seem rather fragile
It's been said
It's cold beyond the sun
Have you ever been there?
Communicating thoughts of ways
To never have to speak again
Let me be the fire in your head
Bring what's yours, I'll take what's mine
And meet you on the other side
We'll leave a sign so anyone can find us
A better place, a sweeter time
We won't need any wings to fly
A place beyond the sun
Look for me
The way you would if you were blind
Don't be so resistant
I've been known
To travel much too fast
Is that you in the distance?
Communicating thoughts of ways
To never have to speak again
Let me the fire in your head
Bring what's yours, I'll take what's mine
And meet you on the other side
We'll leave a sign so anyone can find us
A better place, a sweeter time
We won't need any wings to fly
A place beyond the sun
Communicating thoughts of ways
To never have to speak again
Let me be the fire in your head
Bring what's yours, I'll take what's mine
And meet you on the other side
We'll leave a sign so anyone can find us
A better place, a sweeter time
We won't need any wings to fly
A place beyond the sun-shinedown | |
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| Whisper's in the Dark...Various Poets, Authors & Songs....
Posted: 10/8/2010 11:34:56 PM | Ambulances
Closed like confessionals, they thread
Loud noons of cities, giving back
None of the glances they absorb.
Light glossy grey, arms on a plaque,
They come to rest at any kerb:
All streets in time are visited.
Then children strewn on steps or road,
Or women coming from the shops
Past smells of different dinners, see
A wild white face that overtops
Red stretcher-blankets momently
As it is carried in and stowed,
And sense the solving emptiness
That lies just under all we do,
And for a second get it whole,
So permanent and blank and true.
The fastened doors recede. Poor soul,
They whisper at their own distress;
For borne away in deadened air
May go the sudden shut of loss
Round something nearly at an end,
And what cohered in it across
The years, the unique random blend
Of families and fashions, there
At last begin to loosen. Far
From the exchange of love to lie
Unreachable insided a room
The trafic parts to let go by
Brings closer what is left to come,
And dulls to distance all we are.
Philip Larkin | |
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| Whisper's in the Dark...Various Poets, Authors & Songs....
Posted: 10/9/2010 4:26:54 AM | Cool breeze of wonderment
Transpires my desire to smile
Alive and breathing I find
My heart thus beats together
Life growing strong and tall
Hopeful strangers enter my path
Bringing forth laughter and kindness
Cheer and politeness intertwined
Leading me beyond the setting sun
Beyond the moonlight summer skies
Beyond the pain of unforeseen cries
No longer hidden with my smiles
Today is the greatest day I have ever known
Strong, strong, strong
I continuously roam,
In this place I call
Home--BT
Work calls early even on Saturday...
Life feels so free these days....
Be blessed my friends....... | |
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| Whisper's in the Dark...Various Poets, Authors & Songs....
Posted: 10/9/2010 10:03:46 PM | Ode on a Grecian Urn 1819 3of5 By: John Keats
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,
Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring'd legend haunt about thy shape
Of deities or mortals, or of both,
In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?
What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard
Are sweeter: therefore, ye soft pipes, play on;
Not to the sensual ear, but, more endear'd,
Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone:
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold lover, never, never canst thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal - yet, do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed
Your leaves, nor ever bid the spring adieu;
And, happy melodist, unwearied,
For ever piping songs for ever new;
More happy love! more happy, happy love!
For ever warm and still to be enjoy'd,
For ever panting, and for ever young;
All breathing human passion far above,
That leaves a heart high-sorrowful and cloy'd,
A burning forehead, and a parching tongue.
Who are these coming to the sacrifice?
To what green altar, O mysterious priest,
Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies,
And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
What little town by river or sea shore,
Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel,
Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn?
And, little town, thy streets for evermore
Will silent be; and not a soul to tell
Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede
Of marble men and maidens overwrought,
With forest branches and the trodden weed;
Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
When old age shall this generation waste,
Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe
Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st,
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty," - that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
John Keats | |
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Posted: 10/10/2010 7:27:18 AM | "Easy"
Know it sounds funny
But I just can't stand the pain
Girl I'm leaving you tomorrow
Seems to me girl
You know I've done all I can
You see I begged, stole
And I borrowed
Ooh, that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
Why in the world
Would anyboddy put chains on me?
I've paid my dues to make it
Everbody wants me to be
What they want me to be
I'm not happy when I try to fake it!
No!
Ooh,that's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
I wanna be high, so high
I wanna be free to know
The things I do are right
I wanna be free
Just me, babe!
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
That's why I'm easy
I'm easy like sunday morning
Because I'm easy
Easy like sunday morning
Because I'm easy
Easy like sunday morning
I love 'easy' Sunday mornings.............. | |
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Posted: 10/11/2010 6:15:58 AM | I saw it there.
Wondering, hoping, twisting.
There were two.
The circle on the bag.
How long will this go on?
The thoughts, the twisting, these thoughts.
The door slammed shut.
The circle on the bag.
Where did this come from?
How did it get here?
Heaven, the only way.
This circle on the bag.
What's inside?
The only possessions I have.
But, they're not mine, or are they mine?
The circle on the bag.
Moving, running, flipping, traveling thoughts.
I grasp the feeling this brings.
Mysterious, the way he speaks.
The circle on his bag.
This and that. This and That.
They shimmered.
This and That.
Pretty unique.
A different circle.
Round and round and round.
It goes on and on and on.
When will this end?
Will this end?
Mysterious, the way he speaks.
The door slammed shut.
I knew when I saw the circle on his bag.
Infinite | |
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Posted: 10/11/2010 7:24:54 PM | Can you believe what I found?
It has been hidden for awhile now
That face without a name never knew
Today it’s time for its resound
For it to show what can be proved
It sees the pain of other's
It shares within their heart
It’s alive & no longer smothered
The new me that I reveal
in part
BT | |
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| Whisper's in the Dark...Various Poets, Authors & Songs....
Posted: 10/12/2010 8:53:26 PM | A Psalm Of Life
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,--act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;--
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | |
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| Whisper's in the Dark...Various Poets, Authors & Songs....
Posted: 10/12/2010 10:10:55 PM | e....thx you for your post^i enjoy your words and message
pssst
do you hear me
feel my breath
on your being
is silence shifting
consuming souls
or
does everything
and nothing
swirl
what it is
what it isn't
really doesn't matter
greatness stretches
just
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Posted: 10/13/2010 11:15:32 AM | Love is a mighty God
that rises me up from
the ashes and dirt
he brings forth life
he brings forth death
His love protects me
his love keeps me
his love has given me
strength
another chance at
opportunity
freedom
respect
Love is a mighty God
that directs my soul
and keeps me
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| Whisper's in the Dark...Various Poets, Authors & Songs....Quotes..
Posted: 10/14/2010 4:11:29 PM | The Saucer
I see things like no other. It's hard for others to comprehend.
I see things hidden behind masks, hopefully you will understand.
I see the mask you're wearing, I will join this parade.
All dressed up for Halloween, I will run to you, and rip off the mascarade.
The sauce I use, well, it's a glittering secret. shhh... I pour it all over things.
The discuise falls off, so What remains? A flittering, glistening, untamed moth.
It's amazing, quite crazy you see. Is it heaven, hmmm, maybe?
I am the Saucer. The Secret Saucer I should say. Shhh...
Did I cause a scare... a fright, like a hawk swooping down
on a mysterious moonlit night? I didn't mean to, and I do apologize,
but I think you might be smiling because of this crazy surprise.
Don't be alarmed, please don't be scared, just think of it as souls,
twisting, entangling, getting prepared. Do you know me or not,
hmmm.... shall we see? Maybe we'll find out, maybe?
Discover any Saucer. Do your search! Hum it! Chunk it in the air! Such a dull platter.
Watch it hit the earth, yes, I know, I know, it will shatter!
Been there, done that! What is needed? Wings of a bat, Yes! Yes!
Believe that! The Flying Saucer, so profound, I can fly to the moon
and back and never touch the ground! (sorry- got kinda loud on that part)
So what's more to the secret? Well, It's a sauce that can out
sauce any sauce you ever sought. If you can find a sauce that can
out sauce my sauce, then you can say you've truely sought! Shhh... The thing
is, you don't have to search, the concoction's right here. I want to pour this all
over you, then maybe we can celebrate......have a beer..... hmmmmmmmm.....
Let's play hide and seek... Somewhere crazy................. somewhere unique.....
Maybe we'll wear feathered masks, and scamber throughout Bourbon Street.
I know you may need time to ponder, let this and that sink together,
tomorrow is not promised, so please, please, start unfolding your feathers.
I see you, I feel you, I see what's behind your mask. It's shining. It's glowing... wait..
Shhhh.... wait just one moment... The doorbell sounds. Grace is at the door...
Tie walks in- shall we create a bow? Grace... Grace... Grace... The Flying Saucer,
oh yes indeed, will remove the mask from this mysterious face. Shall we proceed? | |
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| Whisper's in the Dark...Various Poets, Authors & Songs....Quotes..
Posted: 10/17/2010 4:33:24 PM | Ms.letjeti,
Greeting here in the dark...Thanks for sharing your 'heart' and wonderment of emotions...H. O. P.. .........E.....it sets yo....u free.
Broken Like An Angel
She was a queen
Lost within a dream
Misconceived that he
was fit to reign
Lies take victims
Separate them at the seams
Cause them to fall apart
Then move along to
better things
now
She
Wants to fall in love again
Don't you know that
He's
Satisfied to own
Her
No time permits
to open up
When you've been hiding
thoughts so strong
She's been holding out for
an angel to come along
No reply
from the sky
But she just keeps
looking up
She just keeps looking up now
She
Wants to fall in love again
Don't you know that
He
He's
Satisfied to own her
She'll never know
love's true potential
Lost in the open wind
To his impatience
Never feeling they would
fall apart
She let her feelings grow
To tears she'll never
never show now
She
Wants to fall in love again
Don't you know that
He
He's
Satisfied to own
Her
You know he couldn't see
That she could be his everything
Bringing light to everything now
She just wants to Fall in love again
She's
broken.... like an
a ng e l
Lyrics:Crossfade: Broken Like An Angel | |
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