Tidbits & Quotes: Poetry & Music


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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 is not just in some of us; it is 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.

Marianne Williamson

Posted Oct 16, 2006 | # | Category: Poetry & Music

These ni**** can't hold the torch, so why pass it.

Busta Rhymes

From the song "You can't hold a torch"

Posted Jul 02, 2006 | # | Category: Poetry & Music

There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback


From the song "Buckingham Palace"

Posted Jun 05, 2006 | # | Category: Poetry & Music

We're just ordinary people
We don't know which way to go
'Cause we're ordinary people
Maybe we should take it slow

John Legend

From the song "Ordinary People"

Posted Jul 26, 2005 | # | Category: Poetry & Music

I'll never change
I'm too stuck in my ways


From "Never Change"

Posted Jul 24, 2005 | # | Category: Poetry & Music

Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure -- measure a year?

In daylights -- In sunsets?
In midnights -- In cups of coffee?
In inches -- In miles?
In laughter -- In strife?

In -- Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure a year in the life?

How about love?
Measure in love.

From "Rent"

Posted Jul 17, 2005 | # | Category: Poetry & Music


Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out ridin' fences for so long now.
Oh, you're a hard one,
But I know that you've got your reasons.
These things that are pleasin' you,
Can hurt you somehow.

Don't you draw the queen of diamonds, boy,
She'll beat you if she's able.
Know the queen of hearts is always your best bet.
Now it seems to me, some fine things,
Have been laid upon your table.
But you only want the things that you can't get.

Desperado, oh, you ain't gettin' no younger:
Your pain and your hunger, they're drivin' you home.
And freedom, oh freedom,
Well, that's just some people talkin'
Your prison is walking,
Through this world all alone.

And don't your feet get cold in the winter time?
The sky won't snow, the sun won't shine
It's hard to tell the night time from the day
You're loosin' all your highs and lows
Ain't it funny how the feeling,
Goes away?

Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
Come down from your fences, and open the gate
It may be rainin', but there's a rainbow above you,
You better let somebody love you,
You better let somebody love you,
You better let somebody love you,
Before it's too late.

Johnny Cash

Posted Apr 11, 2005 | # | Category: Poetry & Music


AH, blessedness of work! the aimless mind,
Left to pursue at will its fancies wild,
Returns at length, like some play-wearied child,
Unto its labor’s knee, and leaves behind
Its little games, and learns to soothe its blind
Wide longings in the sweet tranquillity
Of limited tasks, whose mild successions wind
In pauseless waves unto the distant sea;
For blank infinity is cold as ice,
And drear the void of space unsown with stars,
And dolorous the barren line of shore;
Therefore it was with lover-like device
This lower world was built, through whose cleft bars
The limitless sun of Truth shines more and more.

Louis James Block

Found at Bartleby

Posted Mar 09, 2005 | # | Category: Poetry & Music

To laugh often and much;
to win the respect of intelligent people
and affection of children;
to earn the appreciation of honest critics
and endure the betrayal of false friends;
to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;
to leave the world a bit better,
whether by a healthy child,
a garden path
or a redeemed social condition;
to know even one life has breathed easier
because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

Posted Jan 02, 2005 | # | Category: Poetry & Music

Drei Wünsche

Sind Tatsachen nicht quälend und langweilig?
Ist es nicht besser drei Wünsche zu haben
unter der Bedingung daß sie allen erfüllt werden?
Ich wünsche ein Leben ohne große Pausen
in denen die Wände nach Projektilen abgesucht werden
ein Leben das nicht heruntergeblättert wird
von Kassierern.
Ich wünsche Briefe zu schreiben in denen ich
ganz enthalten bin -
wieweit würde ich herumkommen ohne Gewichtsverlust.
Ich wünsche ein Buch in das ihr alle vorn hineingehen
und hinten herauskommen könnt.
Und ich möchte nicht vergessen daß es schöner ist
dich zu lieben als dich nicht zu lieben

Nicolas Born, Poet

Posted Dec 21, 2004 | # | Category: Poetry & Music

The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Posted Dec 04, 2004 | # | Category: Poetry & Music

To laugh is to risk appearing the fool,
To weep is to risk being called sentimental.
To reach out to another is to risk involvement.
To expose feelings is to risk showing your true self.
To place your ideas and your dreams before the crowd
is to risk being called naive.
To love is to risk not being loved in return.
To live is to risk dying.
To hope is to risk despair,
To try is to risk failure.
But risks must be taken, because the greatest risk in life is to
risk nothing.
The person who risks nothing, does nothing, has nothing, is
nothing, and becomes nothing.
He may avoid suffering and sorrow, but he simply cannot learn,
feel, change, grow or love.
Chained by his certitude, he is a slave; he has forfeited his
Only the person who risks is truly free.

Leo Buscaglia, Writer

Posted Jul 28, 2004 | # | Category: Poetry & Music

Set coordinates for Chocolate City and have a landing party of nine men beam down immediately, with phasers set on funk!

Warren G.

From the Intro to the "Take a look over your shoulder" album

Posted Jul 27, 2004 | # | Category: Poetry & Music

I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place,
Take a look at yourself, and then make a change

Michael Jackson

From the song "Man in the Mirror"

Posted Jun 26, 2004 | # | Category: Poetry & Music

The Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?

Mary Oliver

Posted Jun 23, 2004 | # | Category: Poetry & Music

Life and Death

I thought of death beside the lonely sea
That went beyond the limit of my sight,
Seeming the image of his mastery,
The semblance of his huge and gloomy might.

But firm beneath the sea went the great earth,
With sober bulk and adamantine hold,
The water but a mantle for her girth,
That played about her splendor fold on fold.

And life seemed like this dear familiar shore
That stretched from the wet sand’s last wavy crease,
Beneath the sea’s remote and sombre roar,
To inland stillness and the wilds of peace.

Death seems triumphant only here and there;
Life is the sovereign presence everywhere.

Duncan Campbell Scott


Posted Jun 12, 2004 | # | Category: Poetry & Music

If I ache, it's because we are apart and yet that can't be because you are inside and a part of me, so we really aren't apart at all. Yet I ache but wouldn't be without the ache, because that would mean being without you and that I can't be because I love you.

Ronald Reagan, US President

In a letter to his wife Nancy in 1963

Posted Jun 11, 2004 | # | Category: Poetry & Music

The White Birds

I would that we were, my beloved,
white birds on the foam of the sea:
We tire of the flame of the meteor,
before it can pass by and flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight,
hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved,
a sadness that never may die.

A weariness comes from those dreamers,
dew-dabbled, the lily and rose,
Ah, dream not of them, my beloved,
the flame of the meteor that goes,
Or the flame of the blue star that lingers
hung low in the fall of the dew:
For I would we were changed to white birds
on the wandering foam—I and you.

I am haunted by numberless islands,
and many a Danaan shore,
Where Time would surely forget us,
and Sorrow come near us no more:
Soon far from the rose and the lily,
the fret of the flames, would we be,
Were we only white birds, my beloved,
buoyed out on the foam of the sea.

William Butler Yeats, Poet


Posted Apr 25, 2004 | # | Category: Poetry & Music

A coward dies a thousand deaths, a soldiers dies but once.


From the song "If I Die 2Nite", 1995

Posted Apr 17, 2004 | # | Category: Poetry & Music

The Example

Here's an example from
A Butterfly;
That on a rough, hard rock
Happy can lie;
Friendless and all alone
On this unsweetened stone.

Now let my bed be hard,
No care take I;
I'll make my joy like this
Small Butterfly;
Whose happy heart has power
To make a stone a flower.

William H. Davies

Posted Apr 08, 2004 | # | Category: Poetry & Music


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