Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird, That cannot fly.
Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
I went down to the river, I set down on the bank. I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank.
Well, I like to eat, sleep, drink, and be in love. I like to work, read, learn, and understand life.
I have discovered in life that there are ways of getting almost anywhere you want to go, if you really want to go.
Looks like what drives me crazy Don't have no effect on you-- But I'm gonna keep on at it Till it drives you crazy, too.
I loved my friend He went away from me There's nothing more to say The poem ends, Soft as it began- I loved my friend.
I stay cool, and dig all jive, That's the way I stay alive. My motto, as I live and learn, is Dig and be dug In return.
Folks, I'm telling you, birthing is hard and dying is mean- so get yourself a little loving in between.
Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die life is a broken-winged bird that can not fly. Hold fast to dreams for when dreams go life is a barren field frozen with snow.
Oh, God of Dust and Rainbows, Help us to see That without the dust the rainbow Would not be.
Though you may hear me holler, And you may see me cry-- I'll be dogged, sweet baby, If you gonna see me die.
So since I'm still here livin', I guess I will live on. I could've died for love-- But for livin' I was born.
Humor is laughing at what you haven't got when you ought to have it.
I've known rivers: I've known rivers ancient as the world and older than the flow of human blood in human veins. My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
To some people Love is given, To others Only Heaven.
I swear to the Lord,I still can't see,Why Democracy means,Everybody but me.
Gather out of star-dust, Earth-dust, Cloud-dust, Storm-dust, And splinters of hail, One handful of dream-dust, Not for sale.
I asked you, baby, If you understood- You told me that you didn't, But you thought you would.
Out of love, No regrets-- Though the goodness Be wasted forever. Out of love, No regrets-- Though the return Be never.
...the only way to get a thing done is to start to do it, then keep on doing it, and finally you'll finish it,....
Yet the ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond-jade, Are only silly puppet gods That people themselves Have made.-
An artist must be free to choose what he does, certainly, but he must also never be afraid to do what he might choose
Good morning, Revolution: You're the very best friend I ever had. We gonna pal around together from now on
The calm, Cool face of the river, Asked me for a kiss
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Believing everything she read In the daily news, (No in-between to choose) She thought that only One side won, Not that BOTH Might lose.
Cheap little rhymes A cheap little tune Are sometimes as dangerous As a sliver of the moon.
When peoples care for you and cry for you, they can straighten out your soul.
I tire so of hearing people say, Let things take their course. Tomorrow is another day. I do not need my freedom when I'm dead. I cannot live on tomorrow's bread.
