Just something I came across along the way. It's from a movie whose name I don't seem to remember.
"Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish that man would go away!."
This from the 60's unknown source:
If your not here after
what I'm here after
you'll be here after
long after I'm gone.
Yogi Berra (?sp?)
"It's not over until the fat lady sings."
"It's just like deja vue all over again!"
Confucius:
"Had I been a good man I would have been happy most all of my life.
As it is, I have only seldom been happy."
Something of my own...
On my brothers winter comes.
All that we reach for
leans away from us.
those we would touch
numb our hearts.
The pain that they give us
by suffering from our sins.
the foot that drags
and torments the foot that pulls.
From where does salvation come?
The silent curse we utter when
we ask for love we cannot give?
standing beside a grave, we struggle to live.
In a cold so deep branches snap.
From our jaws locked tight
against the hard word
there comes a quite humming
as the sun of our fathers embraces the moon of our mothers
to bring hope to our children's dreams of us.
This grief that follows upon joy
this joy that brings us grief
Only a love that destroys us
can brings us at last to relief.
DKE
"Yesterday upon the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.
He wasn't there again today.
I wish that man would go away!."
This from the 60's unknown source:
If your not here after
what I'm here after
you'll be here after
long after I'm gone.
Yogi Berra (?sp?)
"It's not over until the fat lady sings."
"It's just like deja vue all over again!"
Confucius:
"Had I been a good man I would have been happy most all of my life.
As it is, I have only seldom been happy."
Something of my own...
On my brothers winter comes.
All that we reach for
leans away from us.
those we would touch
numb our hearts.
The pain that they give us
by suffering from our sins.
the foot that drags
and torments the foot that pulls.
From where does salvation come?
The silent curse we utter when
we ask for love we cannot give?
standing beside a grave, we struggle to live.
In a cold so deep branches snap.
From our jaws locked tight
against the hard word
there comes a quite humming
as the sun of our fathers embraces the moon of our mothers
to bring hope to our children's dreams of us.
This grief that follows upon joy
this joy that brings us grief
Only a love that destroys us
can brings us at last to relief.
DKE
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