If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
I love your lips when they’re wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hair when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.
Not for me the cold, calm kiss
Of a virgin’s bloodless love;
Not for me the saint’s white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world’s blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.
So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we’ll live our whole young lives away
In the joys of a living love.
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
It doesn’t interest me
what you do for a living.
I want to know
what you ache for
and if you dare to dream
of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me
how old you are.
I want to know
if you will risk
looking like a fool
for love
for your dream
for the adventure of being alive.
It doesnt interest me
what planets are
squaring your moon…
I want to know
if you have touched
the centre of your own sorrow
if you have been opened
by life’s betrayals
or have become shrivelled and closed
from fear of further pain.
I want to know
if you can sit with pain
mine or your own
without moving to hide it
or fade it
or fix it.
I want to know
if you can be with joy
mine or your own
if you can dance with wildness
and let the ecstasy fill you
to the tips of your fingers and toes
without cautioning us
to be careful
to be realistic
to remember the limitations
of being human.
It doesn’t interest me
if the story you are telling me
is true.
I want to know if you can
disappoint another
to be true to yourself.
If you can bear
the accusation of betrayal
and not betray your own soul.
If you can be faithless
and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see Beauty
even when it is not pretty
every day.
And if you can source your own life
from its presence.
I want to know
if you can live with failure
yours and mine
and still stand at the edge of the lake
and shout to the silver of the full moon,
“Yes.”
It doesn’t interest me
to know where you live
or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up
after the night of grief and despair
weary and bruised to the bone
and do what needs to be done
to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me
who you know
or how you came to be here.
I want to know if you will stand
in the centre of the fire
with me
and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me
where or what or with whom
you have studied.
I want to know
what sustains you
from the inside
when all else falls away.
I want to know
if you can be alone
with yourself
and if you truly like
the company you keep
in the empty moments.
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I’m telling lies.
I say,
It’s in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It’s the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me.
They try so much
But they can’t touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can’t see.
I say,
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
Now you understand
Just why my head’s not bowed.
I don’t shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It’s in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
the palm of my hand,
The need of my care,
‘Cause I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That’s me.
There are no roads better yours.
There is no emptiness, no doors.
There is just you and your heart beat
and all you want to feel is this:
You close your eyes and walk away:
from people, things, from day today.
You dream, don’t think, don’t move,
follow your heart, don’t try to prove…
Don’t try to be who you are not,
don’t think you can’t have all you want.
You can achieve your dream, believe!
And let your fears leave.
Sometimes you’re scared, closed, upset.
It’s fight inside. Did you get?
It’s not that bad if you’re alone.
It’s worse to stay with someone wrong.
You learn yourself and life… and fight
for what you feel is right.
You will be the winner if you want
don’t miss the chance to thank the God.
If you will open just your heart
and will allow to feel it from inside,
don’t be that scared to receive
what you deserve to get and feel.
The words have power more than a pill:
They can and heal you, as well as kill.
The words can make you feel alive,
can make you strong, to feel the drive.
I feel its power with my heart
and feel each word you say so hard.
They reach the bottom part of me,
you close your eyes and all you see –
The connection we could build online,
and share feelings, thoughts, that’s fine.
Don’t be afraid to dive and swim
inside this pool, to draw on a scrim.
It’s scary if you didn’t try
to find this power, answer why.
It’s scary to experience all new
to change perspective, another view.
This power is a rare sign
to see inside, to follow a line.
It’s a rare chance to learn yourself
don’t hide your fears on a shelf.
To go alone, you can achieve
all that you want and think, believe.
But if you want to find the way,
and to expand your power – say
That you are ready for the test
which we both failed, created a mess.
But we can try again and jump –
invent a world, create a clump.
The stones will find us, and tears,
and issues will be visible, and fears.
And all these challenges can lead
to a happy island which we need.
The island full of love, and God
will show the way to save the world.
And we can do that if we try
and will be ready to struggle, fly.
My thoughts are crazy and I know
that you can follow, feel this flow.
The road is hard and stony, rough
and started from the tender fluff…
You’re standing alone in the dark,
Waiting for the meaningful mark.
Looking for the sign from within,
To apply to your soul, to let it in.
You’re scared to be alone,
Face your fears in an open zone.
You’re scared to meet each day,
Without the chance to say.
That you like the autumn colors
Early evenings in outdoors.
Watch the sunset and swim in the sea,
Warm your body with lemon tea.
You enjoy sharing your path,
And your feelings, your woody bath,
With the one who you wish to meet
In a usual summer heat.
With the one who would laugh on your jokes,
Who would join your shooting walks,
Who would see the light from your heart
And would show you the beauty in art.
Who would see with heart, not with eyes
And would learn new techniques, get wise.
Who would make you feel alive,
And to live your life with drive…
To attract the love you need
Feel this spark from your tender seed.
And to feel it from day to day,
Getting closer with morning prayer.
This is the wisdom you need to feel,
To attract with your body, to make a deal.
Find peace and happiness, learn:
This is the goal you wish you earn.
There are no words which could describe,
what feel the soul flying despite
the moment, time, the horizon,
you take a chance and go along…
You feel the power and connect
to who you need to send this need.
To feel the flame, the power, dream,
and show the meaning of the steam
And going deeper you can fly,
can touch the fluff of dreamy sky,
To walk along the golden beach,
and be the guide, and try to teach.
You can teach people to achieve
the goal, if they do believe
in failing on the way to fly
and don’t give up, continue to try.
But morning comes with fresh wake up,
you face your fears in closeup.
No chance to run away or hide,
life places the challenge by your side.
The strength is deep if you enjoy
the way you walk with love and joy.
You open wider eyes, your heart,
and hear voices, feel the art
Which life is showing in the clouds,
in closed gates, in faces of clowns.
If you’re able to see the turn
which means to stop or go return,
if you’re able to doubt your strength,
and to expand your dreaming length,
if you’re able to connect
to the darker side and don’t expect
To stay the same and strong
and show your feelings, which are not wrong,
you would be able to see the light
and find power in your heart.
You would be able to change your views
the angle, meaning, finding your muse.
You would be able to change the world
without the need of being sold.
Without selling soul, your core,
keeping the balance within your shore.
That would be a win of your beliefs
and overcoming your life reefs.
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