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Name: james merton
Location: Kisangani, Congo
Gender: Male
Interests: making contemplations
Expertise: eating bananas
Occupation: Retired
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Member Since:
10/14/2005
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It is hard to say why the journey has to be this way; why
the questions flood in and out the way they do and batter the weary soul. It is hard to remember the end when the here
and now can be so confusing. It is hard
to cling to hope; to remember that at the end of all this fighting is peace
immeasurable and as sure as the dawn that rises each day without fail. It is hard to say… hard to say why – why my
heart can be so caught up in questions that have no answers: questions of love and joy and peace;
questions of passion and restraint, of giving and brokenness.
Yes, my heart is lost on the sea of uncertainty, and waves
without end pummel my brokenness – till I am nothing – nothing but what my hope
claims I will one day be.
- good ol’ U2
A Man and A Woman ~
U2
You can run from love
And if it’s really love it will find you
Catch you by the heel
But you can’t be numb for love
The only pain is to feel nothing at all
How can I hurt when I’m holding you?
I could never take a chance
Of losing love to find romance
In the mysterious distance
Between a man and woman
Brown eyed girl across the street
On rue Saint Divine
I thought this is the one for me
But she was already mine
You were already mine..
Little sister
I’ve been sleeping in the street again
Like a stray dog
Little sister
I’ve been trying to feel complete again
But you’re gone and so is God
The soul needs beauty for a soul mate
When the soul wants… the soul waits..
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| Coming Down
Its not so easy. Walking away.
Its not what they say;
Its question and pain
Life in pouring rain
That makes me wonder why
I even try
To make sense of it all
Cause it keeps coming down.
My mind's that way
Its the price I pay
For conscious and thought
With a heart that won't be bought
By my reason
That would be treason.
To the unyeilding part of me
That won't let go.
And it just keeps coming down.
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| October -arw
The music is soft and lonely
Like the cool autumn breeze
That carries the mystic leaves
In patterns set out by the breath of God.
I too am carried along.
This music lifts me
Through the questions of my life;
Empty rooms waiting for providence
To fill them
To breath into them some ancient mystery
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This feeling…
It is hard to understand
This feeling;
This ambiguity
That flows from my heart
The day just isn’t the same
And I can’t give it a name
This feeling:
Lost on the sea
Not sure where I was headed.
I want to be angry
Let all the uncertainty explode;
But I can’t
I can’t
And the hurt, it hurts
And this feeling
This feeling…I just don’t know.
They say that time heals
“They” may be right
But right now,
Right now it hurts;
This feeling…
I think that if I wake
It’d all be fine
And we can wine and dine
And believe in love
And know that this feeling
Isn’t real.
And this feeling cannot steal
Love
This feeling…
I don’t know what to do,
To say,
To think.
The answers aren’t there
And this feeling…
I just don’t know.
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Love? ~james merton, arw
Love?
That's what they say.
Love?
Such a question..
Wrapped in the eternal passions
That bind the mind and heart
And one day I find,
Love?
Love?
Who would dare to stir that vagabond
From its resting place
Where reason killed it dead.
Oh! it is there...
But, Love?
Would I dare?
Love?
Will the story be told
Above the noise
That rages: heart, soul and mind?
Will the questions die...
What they say and all that goes with it?
Love?
Will you let me hold tight,
Will you let me cry,
Love!
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