Spoken Word : Nothing is Promised

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  1. alter

    alter Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    We live, as if we have
    forever.
    As if we are promised tomorrow.
    But indeed,
    nothing is promised.
    Absolutely, nothing.

    Living life is like being born
    all alone,
    You stand on shifting sand,
    Nothing’s written in stone.


    Nothing is promised,
    absolutely, nothing.

    Nothing is promised,
    nothing is sure.
    Nobody’s perfect,
    nobody’s pure.

    Say what?

    I said, life’s the type of flow I like.
    Nothing ever lives up to the hype.

    Open your heart,
    Open your soul.

    You better get ready
    Cause pain’s the goal.

    Juxtaposed atop creation
    exists a torture chamber called
    Life.
    A spot within which it gets
    very, very hot.
    Emotional turmoil’s the norm,
    passionate commitment’s the
    perfect storm we’re all searching for.
    Oppositional entities they seem to be:
    passion’s lifecycle a pheromonic tonic!
    Commitment’s inculcation,
    a mental creation!
    Coexisting concomitantly,
    smitten, we be,
    by each other,
    unfortunately.

    Nothing is promised,
    nothing is sure.
    Nobody’s perfect,
    nobody’s pure.


    Perhaps a perfect love
    only comes from above.

    Maybe you and me
    weren’t meant to be.

    All this drama we live and love
    is nothing compared to God above.

    The realization of the transient nature
    of human relations is a mandatory
    benchmark of Incarnation.
    The strife we put each other through
    is why you came back for me
    and why I came back for you.
    Two thousand and twenty seven
    lifetimes ago,
    I broke your heart because you
    couldn’t let me flow.
    In the meantime and in between time
    we avoided each other’s karma,
    as if dharma wasn’t applicable.
    Right living, right thinking,
    and the correct and proper actions
    are the redaction of sin.
    Where our love ends,
    and our transcention of the world
    begins.

    Living life is like being born
    all alone,
    You stand on shifting sand
    nothing’s written in stone.


    Nothing is promised,
    nothing is sure.
    Nobody’s perfect,
    nobody’s pure.


    Living life is like being born
    all alone,
    You stand on shifting sand
    nothing’s written in stone.


    Nothing is promised,
    nothing is sure.
    Nobody’s perfect,
    nobody’s pure.


    Nothing is promised,
    absolutely, nothing.
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    very nicely done
     
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    abstract219 ...standing on the shoulders of giants MEMBER

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    ahhh...this hit me right where I live...the Dharma...excellent write, brilliant condensation of a weighty topic...my hat's off to you.
     
  4. alter

    alter Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    thanks for the listen, y'all...got plenty more where this came from. :)
     
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