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There once was a man from Nantucket.............. wait I might get banned.

 

Never mind.;)

 

There was a ninja who lived in nantucket

who put all his weapons in a bucket

and when it started to spin

he begain to grin

than you best ducket.

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Slouching towards Bethlehem

 

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

The ceremony of innocence is drowned;

The best lack all convictions, while the worst

Are full of passionate intensity.

 

Surely some revelation is at hand;

Surely the Second Coming is at hand.

The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out

When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi

Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert

A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,

Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it

Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again; but now I know

That twenty centuries of stony sleep

Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,

And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,

Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

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Probably will come as no surprise that I'm a huge fan of "The Raven" by Poe. Also love William Ernest Henley's "Invictus."

 

But these are life-long favorites:

Lines Written By A Bear Of Very Little Brain

 

On Monday, when the sun is hot

I wonder to myself a lot:

"Now is it true, or is it not,"

"That what is which and which is what?"

 

On Tuesday, when it hails ans snows,

the feeling on me grows and grows

that hardly anybody knows

if those are these or these are those.

 

On Wednesday, when the sky is blue,

and I have nothing else to do,

I sometimes wonder if it's true

that who is what and what is who.

 

On Thursday, when it starts to freeze

and hoar-frost twinkles on the trees,

how very readily one sees

that these are whose- but whose are these?

 

on Friday -

 

Also this...

 

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Our Deepest Fear

by Marianne Williamson

from A Return To Love: Reflections on the Principles of A Course in Miracles

 

“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”

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JOHN

 

 

I was standing on the inside,With my feelings flowing out.

I don't understand the reason, but somewhere it's logical no doubt.

Do you feel the coldness slipping in,As if your life is growing thin.

Please won't someone explain it to me, this ending doesn't make any sence at all.

 

My life has been for the love and the people,I didn't have much time for my family at all.

I finally worked and got my life together,Such an ill begining such a trecherous fall.

 

I found love had true meaning, And is a feeling I've allways shared.

I tried to share those feelings,In a way a poet only dared.

Then my life came to an abrubt ending, In a way I couldn't see.

I loved the world and the people, Why couldn't the people share this love with me?

 

My life has been for the love and the people,I didn't have much time for my family at all.

I finally worked and got my life together, such an ill begining such a trecherous fall.

 

 

Time comes and time will go, Your time will come to.

So if you have love in your heart, Get out in the world and show it's true.

Have you ever wondered why it is, That men that love their fellow man.

When they come out to share it, Their life ends all to soon.

 

My life has been for the love and the people, I didn't have much time for my family at all.

I finally worked and got my life together, Such an ill begining such a trecherous fall.

 

I was standing on the inside, With my feelings flowing out.

I don't understand the reason, But somewhere it's logical no doubt.

Do you feel the coldness slipping in,As if your life is growing thin.

Please won't someone explain it to me,This ending doesn't make any sence at all.

 

 

This was written by Me the night John Lennon Was Gunned Down ;)

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