You can pull me up from my roots And place me on your mantle-top But my seeds are already growing in fresh soil And come the Spring I shall Bloom again For I A mere Daffodil Knows No death!
I don't see what the big deal about death is really. Its not all that difficult, all you have to do is live long enough... Nice quickie, I enjoyed it.
thanks ofb.nice ta know that someone else thinks death is no big deal.as its a natural as birth.we're here ta live.when we go,we go.wherever we go.ha! ha!
Everything changes, and since we put names on certain forms of things they have beginnings and ends of the time that they fit the definitions of the words we put on them. A boulder is a boulder between the time the lava cools and when the elements break it down because we call a certain size of collected minerals a boulder. But it never was born or died, our label just stuck to it then fell back off. Of course we are afraid of what happens when the label we make for what we happen to be, a living human being, no longer fits.
i like that robo.everyone you see is gonna be dead.i have loadsa dead friends, so that would be cool ta see them all again when im dead and jimmi in concert.how cool would that be?a place we all meet again with 24hr rock .madgic!
i think only peoples bodies die.not their souls.dont know where we're goin',but i know we're goin'somewhere.ya i suppose thats why people are afraid,like ya said.afraid of the unknown.im not afraid cos i was nearly there a few times and it was'nt scary.just very peaceful feelin'.but i'm glad i'm still here for another while.we wont go til' we go.
? Where are you going to? What do you want to do? Whats in the future? What do you see? Ships in the day sail by Under a clear blue sky When you look back They have all disappeared! Where are you going to? What do you want to do? Whats in the future? What do you see? Planes in the night fly by Lost in a darkened sky! Lost to your mind Gone........... Out of sight!
Purity Clear water Flowing from a spring Raindrops On a windowsill Purity In all its Glory As should be The Spirit!
Dannys Song You say that folks been talkin' bout the way they've seen you walkin' bout the friends you hang around with bout the blue-patch on your jeans bout the places you've been goin' not knowin' where your comin' from ! who are they to criticize ? what do they know ? who are they to criticize when they just dont realize all the feelings people hide the emotions deep inside who are they to criticize with one look over their shoulder who are they to criticize what do they know ? from the moment you could walk you were pushed from here to there ! you were busy goin' nowhere though you aimed for everywhere ! yes, you played the part of being clean you put the spadework in ! but everytime the cards got dealt someone else picked up the king ! well your standin' on the corner waitin' for your friends to show a policeman he walks over and says, son you'd better go ! but you know that you'd done no wrong and the streets a public place ! but they lock you for twelve months cause you messed up his cold-steel face. well danny you are free now you don't have to change your ways since they found you hangin' in your cell on that cold novembers day yes!, they pushed you and harassed you and drove you to suicide ! but when you left this world dan a lot of people cried !
makes me wonder what strange kinda springs and raindrops ya got in your parts. nothin' inanimated bout flowing spring water or raindrops.
Seashore Would you walk along the Seashore with me sometime some windy winters night But not disturb My Independent oneness With the Universe And listen to the sound of waves As seagulls cry And warn of rains That have yet to come! Would you ? maybe Sometime Some windy winters night Along the Seashore........
