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From Out Of My Heart... (translation with original)

From out of my heart I despise
Each and every slave of material matters
Who out of greed into the
Country's provision sheds even collects the maggots
And who regardless of the country's state of need
Goes about with loads of gold on his shoulders
and sighs out of being troubled.
And bad I say to be him who,
Fatherland on his lips
And pretending love,
But only searches for his reputation,
And, like an empty head of cereal ears,
Only strives for heaven,
But produces no fruit.
But he shall get my curses,
Who out of the breast of his fatherland
Sips the sap, the life
And power from out of his people,
And if miserable they have become
Only sits in the lap of pleasures
And derides the one who's bearing him.

 

Erhard Hans Josef Lang

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Canal bank Walk

 

Leafy-with-love banks and the green waters of the canal
Pouring redemption for me, that I do
The will of God, wallow in the habitual, the banal,
Grow with nature again as before I grew.
The bright stick trapped, the breeze adding a third
Party to the couple kissing on an old seat,
And a bird gathering materials for the nest for the Word
Eloquently new and abandoned to its delirious beat.
O unworn world enrapture me, encapture me in a web
Of fabulous grass and eternal voices by a beech,
Feed the gaping need of my senses, give me ad lib
To pray unselfconsciously with overflowing speech
For this soul needs to be honoured with a new dress woven
From green and blue things and arguments that cannot be proven.

 

Patrick Kavanagh

Edited by paoladegliesposti

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DAVID BOWIE LYRICS

 

"Wild Eyed Boy From Freecloud"

 

Solemn faced

The village settles down

Undetected by the stars

And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to sleep

And the last thing on his mind

Is the Wild Eyed Boy imprisoned

'Neath the covered wooden shaft

Folds the rope

Into its bag

Blows his pipe of smolders

Blankets smoke into the room

And the day will end for some

As the night begins for one

 

Staring through the message in his eyes

Lies a solitary son

From the mountain called Freecloud

Where the eagle dare not fly

And the patience in his sigh

Gives no indication

For the townsmen to decide

So the village Dreadful yawns

Pronouncing gross diversion

As the label for the dog

Oh "It's the madness in his eyes"

As he breaks the night to cry:

 

"It's really Me

Really You

And really Me

It's so hard for us to really be

Really You

And really Me

You'll lose me though I'm always

really free"

 

And the mountain moved its eyes

To the world of realize

Where the snow had saved a place

For the Wild Eyed Boy

from Freecloud

 

And the village Dreadful cried

As the rope began to rise

For the smile stayed on the face

Of the Wild Eyed Boy

from Freecloud

And the women once proud

Clutched the heart of the crowd

As the boulders smashed down from the mountain's hand

 

And the Magic in the stare

Of the Wild Eyed Boy said

"Stop, Freecloud

They won't think to cut me down"

But the cottages fell

Like a playing card hell

And the tears on the face

Of the Wise Boy

Came tumbling down

To the rumbling ground

And the missionary mystic of peace/love

Stumbled to cry among the clouds

Kicking back the pebbles

From the Freecloud mountain

Track.

 

 

 

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One sister i have in our house

One Sister have I in our house,
And one, a hedge away.
There's only one recorded,
But both belong to me.

One came the road that I came—
And wore my last year's gown—
The other, as a bird her nest,
Builded our hearts among.

She did not sing as we did—
It was a different tune—
Herself to her a music
As Bumble bee of June.

Today is far from Childhood—
But up and down the hills
I held her hand the tighter—
Which shortened all the miles—

And still her hum
The years among,
Deceives the Butterfly;
Still in her Eye
The Violets lie
Mouldered this many May.

I spilt the dew—
But took the morn—
I chose this single star
From out the wide night's numbers—
Sue - forevermore!

Emily Dickinson

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My love is far out at sea

has been a while since ive embraced thee

 

have lost my mind feeling so alone

and my heart is racing like the sounds from a gun

 

pressure builds up and look at what ive gone and done

drank a bottle of whiskey and a few lines had won

 

tonight he arrives and i shall await at shore

to feel that love so familar from before

 

the wine runs out when hes away

sometimes i wish he'd be here to stay

 

the children have won a golden path

but the price is so hefty they become shy

 

please let me return in peace now

that i have the breeze

but what is it to a grownup child

in a world that is so blind

 

i shall await at the shore once more

but this time i shall not let him leave

and the children can play under the lemon 

tree

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I found this one by Anonymous...yes, its important to smile and live in hope.... :)

 

If you are on the Gloomy Line,
Get a transfer.
If you're inclined to fret and pine,
Get a transfer.
Get off the track of doubt and gloom,
Get on the Sunshine Track -there's room-
Get a transfer. 

If you're on the Worry Train,
Get a transfer.
You must not stay there and complain,
Get a transfer.
The Cheerful Cars are passing through,
And there's lots of room for you-
Get a transfer. 

If you're on the Grouchy Track,
Get a transfer.
Just take a Happy Special back,
Get a transfer.
Jump on the train and pull the rope,
That lands you at the station of Hope
Get a transfer.

 

:D 

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Alone with none but thee, my God,
I journey on my way.
What need I fear when thou art near,
O King of night and day?
More safe am I within thy hand
than if a host should round me stand.

My destined time is known to thee,
and death will keep his hour;
did warriors strong around me throng,
they could not stay his power:
no walls of stone can man defend
when thou thy messenger dost send.

My life I yield to thy decree,
and bow to thy control
in peaceful calm, for from thine arm
no power can wrest my soul.
Could earthly omens e'er appal
a man that heeds the heavenly call?

The child of God can fear no ill,
his chosen dread no foe;
we leave our fate with thee, and wait
thy bidding when to go.
'Tis not from chance our comfort springs.
thou art our trust, O King of kings.

 

*************************************

Attributed to St. Columba....nice one.. :wub: 

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Pin up girl by broken heart:

 

She caught me surprise that day like a stranger on the side of the road.

She pinned her heart up just the same way

"looking for someone to hold, unconditional love for sale, looking for someone to stay".

She writes down her dreams in a notebook, just in case love fades away.

my heart was caught in a similar dream by a girl I use to know.

Now she's pinned her heart on me// her house of rock n' roll.

She never loved a man with wisdom before

her hearts sister took her down

the wrong roads, blisters and stones, it was a twister//

Love has failed again...leaving only tears to the ground, and the fear of being alone,

my heart is with her

This feeling I also know...having no place to go, an empty bed with a pillow of stone

nothing to hug, nothing to hold.

I truly do miss her.

I'll sing another song alone.

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'hello' The voice is something greatly different from the other ones it has ever been heard. At least it seems in that moment in which thoughts are about the mistery of the universe and the cycle of seasons. Indeed, it can be a dream becoming real when there is silence in the room and nothing can be other than the light coming through the window and the twitter of birds amongst trees in the park down below.

The house is quiet and everyone is doing its best to lead the day. '  hello' again,once more someone wants to enter.

Is it possible to leave this calm and perfect atmosphere there is around?

' Who is in? ' the voice inside the room now  sounds clearly disturbed  The answer is not immediate.

There is no Tv, so it cannot be switched on.

' Hello' again the voice from the outside keeps on the same lenght of wave.

It is time to stand up and come near the door that it 's open. The voice from the inside of the room replies surely ' Are you kidding? You can come in, the door is open,

Oh ok, what are you doing?

' i am thinking.'

' That's what i was doing myself before coming in.'

' All right let's think together, then'

' About what?'

' About today.'

' And who talks?'

' Who wants.'

' It is reasonable'

' Of course it is'

' let's start, then'

' Yes, sit down and shut up.'

Edited by paoladegliesposti

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