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Fixed to Die
Contributed by
spike
on
Sunday, 11th August 2013 @ 04:29:25 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I searched my soul
for what it means
lumps of coal
or diamond gleam
shot my question to the sky;
this is what was sent from High
[chorus]
everybody is fixed to die
to go below or on high;
in between we just ask why,
everybody is fixed to die
all uncertain, ‘cept the end
what is broken will not mend
blossoms open to the sky;
everything is born to die
take your lover by the hand
find a place to make a stand
count your blessings one by one;
all will have a setting sun
[1-2-3-4]
[reprise]
I searched my soul
for what it means
lumps of coal
or diamond gleam
shot my question to the sky;
everybody is fixed to die
[chorus]
everybody is fixed to die
to go below or on high;
in between we don’t know why
everybody is fixed to die.
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spike
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2013-08-11 04:29:25]
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Re: Fixed to Die
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by MarkMark on
Wednesday, 4th September 2013 @ 10:10:22 PM AEST
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| Very true and one of the most underestimated events in most peoples lives . Just believe you won't die and it will go away . Many will be terrified by their foolish beliefs . Good poem it made me think. |
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Re: Fixed to Die
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by spud on
Thursday, 24th October 2013 @ 10:47:37 AM AEST
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Hi Spike,
Oh yes - death and taxes - the only
certainties in our existence. Though I can't
imagine breaking into song about either of
them.
A fine piece of verse reminding us of our
impermanence.
spud
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Re: Fixed to Die
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by ladyfawn on
Saturday, 19th July 2014 @ 11:40:17 PM AEST
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so true... there is no escape... it's how we live and what we
do whether or not we are to be remembered, something i
would like; when i'm eating dirt, ::beautifully penned::
hugs n' love nessa |
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