Days in Grief - The Abstract Feeling Of Being Lost. + Informações

Days in Grief beim Haltener Open Air am 5.8.2006. + Informações

Days in Grief beim Halterner Open Air am 5.8.2006. + Informações

www.myspace.com/daysingrief [RIP]. + Informações

Welcome To My Brave New Century Full Of Deep Complacency, Relaxed, Divine Watch It Explode, Our Progress - Irresistible Our Conscience, Switched Of Sometimes I Laugh, About Your Childish Ignorance, About Your Transparent Pretence Guess You Don'T Even Trust -Yourself- Sometimes I Weep, For Those Who Didn'T Have A Chance, No Mitigating Circumstance Those We Abandoned In The Rain, What For? A Social Selection, Bloodthirsty Attraction Welcome To My Personal Warfare I Prepare My Ambush Now With Deep Belief For Better Days For Something Honest Something Really Justified, A Justice-Fight Justice, Fight Make Noise... The Revolution Sleeps. + Informações

For 5 days in June, Steven and Whitney Boe attended the 2006 Mythic Journeys Conference in Atlanta, Georgia. They documented the events of the festival, which included daily hands-on workshops, seminars, dialogues and conversations about contemporary world issues such as the Iraq War, the economy, the environment, and the need for cultural understanding as well as more personal issues such as grief, inspiration, love and spiritual wellness. The team also had the opportunity to interview several of the world's leading scholars, educators, leaders, professionals and performers including Deepak Chopra, Jean Shinoda Bolen, Robert Walters, Sobonfu Somé, Steven Aizenstat, Coleman Barks, James Flannery and many others. This ambitious documentary's goal will be to foster the use of narrative, metaphor and myth as a language of understanding each other and our own place and meaning in the world; and to encourage creative response, imagination, and ultimately the viewer's own action within their community. We are currently seeking $300000 in finishing funds through donations, grants and investors. If you would like to make a tax-deductible donation please click on the Mythic Imagination banner below to visit their site. If you would like to become directly involved in the project please feel free to contact us. Produced in association with Mythic Imagination Institute. + Informações

poesie e una storia nel video e come base musicale una bellissima canzone goth Memories... Lyrics: I drown in the oblivion In the grey ashes of my dream Never looking back I don't hear anymore the bitter words Every night the nights moaning wakes me up I hide my face in your hands Save me please from my fears I have the spell on the merciless time The pain and grief that grow within us I have the spell on the merciless time The pain and grief that grow within us I drown days with tips of my fingers In the grey mist Too late for the tears Shed too soon Bitter Ocean I drown days with the dark rain of sorrow I wash off the blood If we don't live there Will be only fog misty days I have the spell on the merciless time The pain and grief that grow within us I have the spell on the merciless time The pain and grief that grow within us. + Informações

Shocked Orwellian races Gather united in grief Nothing is left from the World they have known Grotesque indifferent belief Systems have failed Rules can't control Corrupt dictators forever dethroned Lies of the Priest Trust of the Blind Failure of structures manipulate deviant crimes All nations hail the end of peace New dawn inception of disease Age of revenge has now been born By the mother of all wars Enemy of God Purity and innocence is killed Enemy of God Peace died long ago when life stood still Clash of demonic religions Hatred the human divine Despotic aggressors in triumph they reign Fanatics bring mayhem to life War of all wars Foreseen before Freedoms foundations exist no more A genocide nightmare the darkest of days Chaos devourers as all hope and pride fades Total carnage sudden death Sent from a morbid mind possessed A godless mekka now awaits as hellish flames desecrate Enemy of god Purity and innocence is killed Peace has died the day when life stood still Now the fury is unleashed The hunter has become prey for the beast Breathing savage distain Malevolence ingrained No emotion for humanity Tragically the palace falls Burned are the imperators halls For their decadent facades All their elitaire Exhibition of filth to watch for all For those who die along the way timeless glory awaits Nothing can divide Terror is thy name Last legion alive Set the World aflame Enemy of god Masters you have none Sweep to victory When thy kingdom come Enemy of god Cast .... + Informações

I love this melody, whether sung as "Three Days" or "I Vow To Thee My Country". This was sung during the offertory at the Easter Vigil Mass, 4.4.10. Lyrics: Three days our world was broken; the Lord of life lay dead "Take up your cross" he told us who followed where he led. Would we, now hang in torment with thieves on ev'ry side, our Passover shattered, our hope crucified?'Three days we hid in silence, in bitter fear and grief. Three days we clung together where he had washed our feet. Three days-and on the third day, the women came at dawn. His tomb, they said, was empty, his broken body gone. Who could believe their story? The dead do not a rise, Yet he walks among us, and with our own eyes we've seen him at this table; we've shared his bread and wine. Hearts burning bright within us, we've seen his glory shine. Three days our world was broken and in an instant healed, God's covenant of mercy in mystery revealed. Two thousand years are one day in God's eternal sight, and yesterday's sorrows are this day's delight. Though still Christ's body suffered, pierced daily by the sword, yet death has no dominion: The risen Christ is Lord!. + Informações

Georgi Stanchev-You are terribly late You want to be your knight- it was what it was... You says you are another now,,, But I can't sleep, near to me are those days, when you taunted me... Maybe I'm ready to forgive, but a strong pain in me, does not give a moment's rest... With my best friend you escape without a shame... and like everything in me you broke... How strange, how a bitter days... How much of pain and grief you caused me... I was ready,I wanted to forgive you, but you late terribly, terribly youlate! You want to be your knight- it was what it was... You says you are another now,,, But I can't sleep, near to me are those days, when you taunted me... Maybe I'm ready to forgive, but a strong pain in me, does not give a moment's rest... With my best friend you escape without a shame... and like everything in me you broke... How strange, how a bitter days... How much of pain and grief you caused me... I was ready,I wanted to forgive you, but you late terribly, terribly you late! You late terribly,terribly you late! It was possible to forgive you! You late terribly,terribly you late! It was possible to forgive you!. + Informações

Oum Kalthoum - Sahran Le Wahdy (Sleepless by myself) Oum Kalthoum - Sleepless By Myself Sleepless by myself Adressing your lurking spectre Wandering in my passion As my tears ran down my cheeks The world asleep around me While sleepless in my own world I saw your image Days and nights pass through my mind Between happiness and joy of the soul an hour of your presence And between my torment and grief days of your absence Everything I saw passed through my mind And I lived them frantically enamored And when your absenece endured I longed throughout the days of abandonment And I stayed up alone and with my mind distraught I imagine you're satisfied for me to stay up in my delusions while you dream I'm not even able to imagine the absensce If only it had lasted It was a good time, envious and jealous and preoccupied The envy and jealous have gone and the fire has gone out Oh you who has bore my absenece while my mind is in disarray Your arrival will never make me happy Your leaving will never make cry Throughout my torment and deprivation Sleepless by myself Adressing your lurking spectre Wandering in my passion As my tears runs down my cheeks Oum Kalthoum - Je veille tout seul Je veille, solitaire, m'adressant a ton ombre furtive Je parcours ma passion; mes joues inondees de larmes Le Monde autour de moi s'endort, mais je demeure en eveil dans mon univers De mes jeux je decele ton ombre et j'etends les mots que tu m'as dits Je revois ma vie, durant des jours et des nuits, au .... + Informações

www.YAStunes.com www.Facebook.com/YASOfficialPage "GHESSEYE ZIRZAMIN" - The Underground Story (Feat. YAS, The Ways, Arad Aria, Arian Naeini, Erwin Khachikian) - Music Video Directed By: Morteza Doroodian - * The message of Rock & Rap in support of each other -- this is the original soundtrack for the Iranian documentary ROCK ON (A film by Shahyar Kabiri) (ENGLISH LYRICS): Years and years now -- in the underground With fear & tremble for our dreams we shouted, we ... Our days filled with doubt and caution We kept on running till we made it to the top During all our pains in the cold and in the heat We built a bridge from the underground up towards the sky Our hands are empty but we still have our pride We gave up sleep, day and night to reach our dreams & desire YAS (Rap Section): Don't knock -- the door is open (for new talk) Take a journey on our words, if you're down, have a seat by me then All in, let's head right to the point (our aim) Let's mend the wounds, of those sick of pain So let's head under, to the underground Left & right we knocked on every door To make sure we don't lose Rock & Rap With speed of light and wind -- any way we could Our pains and grief, not everyone could see Can't you see no one's behind us? For support & help no one to back us? Is our progress seen as a risk? But nothing can stop us now My head's filled with new thoughts, my pulse in sync with you - and a Metronome See the microphone in my hand -- singing to the fast rhythm & beat? This is .... + Informações

A short video I put together for a grief group I ran at my school. The song is from the band Leeland and is called "Brighter Days". If you enjoy it please leave a comment. Thanks!. + Informações

Poems by Habib Jalib, Main nai manta and Zulmat ko Zia kia likhna These type of poets can make a revolution "INQLAb" if they get support of nation. but alas our Nation was sleeping in his life. Habib Jalib (born 1928 - died March 12, 1993) was first imprisoned during the martial law regime of Ayub Khan due to his defiant views on Ayub Khan's capitalistic policies. He wrote his legendary poem "Dastoor" (System) during those days. In 1972 when the Peoples Government of Zulfikar Ali Bhutto came, many of his colleagues were able to hit fortunes. He, on the other hand, kept his integrity and stuck to ideology. As a result, he was imprisoned again along with other leftist thinkers like Mukhtar Rana and Meraj Muhammad Khan. During General Zia-ul-Haq's dictatorship, Jalib joined movement for democracy. He wrote the famous poem on Zia, where he asked how he could write darkness as "Zia". Note that Zia means light in Urdu. Darkness as light, Hot desert wind as a morning breeze How can I write a human as God? In 1988, General Zia-ul-Haq died in air crash and general elections were held. Benazir Bhutto came into power and released Habib Jalib. Fortunes were distributed to those who supported the government rather than those who supported democracy. Disappointed at the state of the nation, when asked if he felt any change after democracy, he said, "Haal ab tak wahi hain ghareeboan kay Din phiray hain faqat waziroan kay her Bilawal hai dase ka maqrooz paoon nangay hain Benazeeroan kay .... + Informações

www.guerillastocktrading.com There were so many mistakes that I made along the way to losing everything. Clearly I was quite depressed about how much I had lost. What made it even more sad was that it was my entire nest egg. That money was everything to me. It was all my hopes and dreams, particularly when you compound this amount at some 4% or 5% for maybe 40 to 50 years ahead of me. I sat down long and hard, reviewed all of my errors, and tried to understand my stock trading and investing lessons. My wife asked why I was doing it at all, waking up at 6:00am PST for so many mornings to trade stocks, reading hundreds of books about stock trading, and yet I had zilch to show for it, but a large hole in the pocket and heart. It was a powerful question, and I had an uncommon answer. My answer was "I prefer to lose it all now in my thirties, rather than losing it all in my fifties. Provided I be taught my lessons early, I would not make the same gigantic errors much later. These days, I'm trading and investing some $15000. One day, I hope to be managing and investing one million dollars. I can afford to lose $10000 in my thirties, but I will not be able to afford to lose even 20% of a million dollars later in life." Right, I was in grief from my deep loss. But I was so unwavering in continuing my stock trading and investing, and I was sure that one day I would be managing a much larger amount. Because I knew I would be investing for the next 30 years or more, the earlier I .... + Informações

Today marks 14 years without Selena. The 23 year old Texan girl, 2-weeks shy of her 24th birthday, who emerged from a humble working class family to a superstar entertainer at the top of her game to a Legand. No matter how many years pass, Selena will always remain 23 because of that fatal bullet that caused her to bleed to death in that Days Inn Hotel on March 31, 1995. I only speak formyself when I say: Selena, you are forever in my heart, wishes and prayers and can't wait for the day I meet you. This video shows both pictures of when Selena lived and the grief her death caused the world. I think it's a very sad combination of pictures because when you see pictures of Selena looking her best and smiling for the camera, its heartbreaking to know that she had no idea the game fate was going to play her. *Now: Send an Email to any of these Emails to protest against the shut down of the Selena boutiques & Museum. qpr@q-productions.com comments@q-productions.com fanclub@q-productions.com *Now: Send a letter to qproduction studios in protest against the shut down of the Selena boutiques & museum: 5410 Leopard St. Corpus Christi, TX 78408 *telephone number for the qproductions studios: (361) 289-9013 *To watch short clips of Selena from the Univision website, here is the link: www.univision.com ______________________________________ Song: "My Immortal" Evanescence(band) Fallen(album)(2003) writers: David Hodges, Amy Lee, Ben Moody Wind-up(label). + Informações

FOLLOW MY DAD AT THE LINKS BELOW :) TWITTER www.twitter.com FACEBOOK fan page www.facebook.com My Channel www.youtube.com Grief be mine, I ask you so, If not for you, I wouldn't know, How life once was and then be still, How so precious, that death do steal. Because that grief, won't go away, Learn to let it have its way. The link to love, a precious one, Is met with grief and still not done. The days do come, and nights do go, Grief will stay as time is so. And so a loved one passes on, And grief comes in and carries on. Does grief get better, I will ask, It's hard to say, while at its task. There is grief to help us cope, There is God to give us hope. Grief will surely go away, On that glorious heaven's day. But while its here, there's just one thing, Pray our Lord, for peace he'll bring. Fishing under ice fishing under ice ice scuba diving finland himmee saarijärvi vaala diving Scuba Diving UCLA marriage proposal fail on jumbo vision. ucla ballgame proposal marrage fail. + Informações

Dame Elizabeth Taylor's life spiraled upward and prospered throughout the mid 1980's and by 1988, she found herself vigilantly fund raising for AID/HIV, was deeply involved in her multi-million dollar fragrance enterprises...namely the best selling perfume, "Passion", was making a movie "Young Toscanini', and to relax she flew around the world in eighty days with Malcolm Forbes. It was a hectic schedule that she could not sustain for very long. Falling and breaking her back, she once more depended on narcotics for pain. To wean her off the intense pain medicine slowly, she was admitted into The Betty Ford Center....where she met Larry Fortensky, a construction worker twenty years her junior... who was conquering a dependence on alcohol. They fell in love. They did not rush into marriage. They waited three years and married on Michael Jackson's Neverland Ranch. Once more, a content Elizabeth Taylor was in love. Her fragrance business grew and she continued to travel the country demanding money for AIDS in Washington while compassionately visiting young people who were living out their last days in hospices. Some were shunned from their families and did not want to die alone. There was no magic medication in 1990. Most patients did not survive for very long. Lives were shattered and grief permeated friends and family of loved ones worldwide. Elizabeth would relentlessly give speech after speech, trying to educate, sooth and pray for a cure...hoping the money that she raised .... + Informações

Album : Abrahadabra Genre : Symphonic Black metal Released : September 22 , 2010 Track : Chess With the Abyss 04 Lyrics : Old dreams return Disillusioned I yearn Am I buried beneath sand and clay? The caress of cold soil With limbs crippled to the coil Locked inside a nightmare womb Tarnished and grief stricken Emptiness within a void Longing for the sun to shine To discourage the demonoid Salvation! Darkness reborn! We seem to keep fading away Holding on to that last final sway A doctrine of self salvation Darkness reborn on resurrection day? Stagnating in dead waters While circling above the surface Of the deep pale desert sea Cutting that other life of lines Salvation! Wish we'd never met Salvation! And rather gone our separate ways Salvation! All times spent together Salvation! Are the darkest of days Salvation! Darkness reborn! Subscibe if u like this video :D!. + Informações

*PLEASE DON'T LEAVE COMMENTS THAT HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH WRESTLING* LYRICS: See the broken man torn and twisted in grief Screaming to the sky in pain and disbelief How could it be that any man could allow this Living in the filth of faded innocence Through it all the hearts of men grow colder Numb to the world as the cowards get bolder Yesterday's success succeeds in tainting the mindset Still we wonder where the good old days went And I am nameless There's no mistaking where the future lies And I am faceless In the bed you've made sleeps the failure in you tonight Take a look around at the hell you've created Self respect and dignity just memories faded Each day a little closer to the fate you have made Life wasted on myself and the stench of my decay Refuse to accept the role that you would have me play The call of its master I won't live to betray Outstretching of your hand you are a man undone No shame, no pride, no faith, your soul's a setting sun. + Informações

An old song from Disarmonia Mundi. This isn't the right album cover but this one looks cooler. Band: Disarmonia Mundi Album Nebularium (2002) Country: Italy LYRICS: growling in this side it couldn't be so real to believe that in our small and stacked lives our left time is running still mechanichell for us is set beyond the black white line infernal grief in heaven not a switch caught aside a narrow cold trip I feel my life became an old set where I can see the gears dance I know my life became an old set wheels dance and we take their step months are days in this set we'll never see again mother earth we are just cogwheels, no hero the part that grinds reverse in course of time, we are the rust beyond the black white line infernal grief in heaven don't live twice the resurrection comes destroy the life for your time your time. + Informações

Twenty weeks into our first pregnancy, we learned that our son had a lethal heart defect called critical aortic stenosis. Doctors told us that he would almost certainly be stillborn. We opted to carry the pregnancy to term, and Aidan was born on September 21, 2001. He lived for eight days and died on September 29, 2001. This video is one I made for Aidan's memorial service. I have chosen to post it as a way to share a piece of our story with those who may be experiencing similar grief. Aidan's short life has touched many, and he is not forgotten. The song in this video is "With Hope" by Steven Curtis Chapman.. + Informações

I doubt that Kensington Gardens -or indeed London - has ever before witnessed such scenes as took place in the days and nights leading up to Diana's funeral - an outpouring of public grief to be sure, but also an extraordinary sense of collective love. I tried to capture some of that feeling on camera, wandering through the Gardens and filming as I went. Video cameras in those days were very poor in low light, hence my tinkering with the variable shutter speed. I have resisted the temptation to add music as I feel the original muted soundtrack gives a truer feeling of the extraordinary atmosphere. [More footage to follow]. + Informações

Not uploaded for any profit of any kind! Just so that Ant fans can see them live. Lyrics (only for this live performance!): Yee ha! Yee ha! 5 Guns West! Ladies can be captain, ladies can be chief Just like glorious Amazons, Ann Bonny, Mary Read A woman can be captain, a woman can be chief This stuff I'm talking buddy-bob Don't give me any grief 5 Guns West! I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan I wanna take a whirl with a big tough girl I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan I'm wanna spend my life with a big tough wife A woman's wrath hath no man, and this all men must fear These were ladies from hell, carving crimson careers A woman can be captain, a woman can be chief This stuff I'm talking buddy-bob Don't give me any grief 5 Guns West! I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan Wanna spend my day in a big tough way I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan I wanna take a whirl with my big tough girl Yee ha! 5 Guns West! I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan Wanna spend my life with a big tough wife I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan Wanna spend my life with a big tough wife Now I'm a big tough man and my name is Stan Wanna spend my days in a big tough way I'm a big tough man with a big tough plan Wanna spend my life with a big tough wife. + Informações

The journey begins..(05.11.2008) Today is a big day in Siddharta camp. We launched a brand new web site dedicated to our new project. It can be found on the following address: www.siol.net/siddharta-saga. It is there where you will be able to find anything and everything concerning the project, us and all that surrounds us. This website will be dedicated strictly to our latest project and will be available to you for its complete duration. It will provide you with news, photo reports, video reports, written reports from the studios, rehearsals, behind the scenes and also with live streams and project-related merchandise, which will be available in due time. Just to top it off, we also redesigned our SAMO forum and added a special Saga forum within it. The Saga forum will give you enough space to discuss the project, songs, videos, artwork, sponsor and its additional activities, events and media coverage. And yet again we have the same four people to thank; Nika, Vasja, Steffi & Lea! And as if that weren't enough, we are also entering the studio today. We will record a couple of songs during the next few days and then retreat back to our rehearsal place in order to finish the rest of the songs before we go to ... ... well, we'll talk about that some other time. www.siddharta.net forum.siddharta.net. + Informações