Little MAN swimming around in there
Tell me where do I go from here
I have questions
About myself
And I am hurting
Little man swimming around in there
Do you ever wish you were alive
Do you ever wish you were alive
DO YOU LIKE IT WHEN THINGS ARE SMALL
WOULD YOU LIKE IT, IF WE Weren’t HERE AT ALL
Do you have questions
About yourself
And I am hurting
DO YOU LIKE IT AROUND HERE
DO YOU EVER WISH YOU were alive
DO YOU WONDER ABOUT THE DAYS TO COME
DO YOU ASK YOURSELF ARE WE ONE
Do you have questions about myself
And are you hurting around here
Do you wander around here
Do you ever wish you were alive
Do you ever wish you were alive
Oh your darkness it falls on me
oh darkness
Monday, December 27, 2004
Saturday, December 11, 2004
hello athena
Hello my name is athena
And I come from before
Moving around moving down
And I have not been here before
YOUR Roaming around, YOUR falling down
Trying to find YOUR ground
I’m finding myself in YOUR darkness
Searching around for SOMETHING KIND
HATE hey ………..
YOU SAID hey there what’d you say
Not much now go away
HATE…………………….
And how I feel and how YOU FEEL
Not much a part of me
YOU SAID HATE HATE
Watching you the other day
You break my heart when you say
Your tired of being around
Because I DON’T FEEL THAT WAY
i hold your LITTLE heart in my hand
ATHENA can feel you bleeding
IT’S SO un fair FOR YOU TO say
That it has TO BE THIS WAY
Hello my name is athena
And I come from before
I’LL TAKE YOU AWAY TO THAT SILENT PLACE
AND GIVE YOU ALL AND MORE
c.bergsma
And I come from before
Moving around moving down
And I have not been here before
YOUR Roaming around, YOUR falling down
Trying to find YOUR ground
I’m finding myself in YOUR darkness
Searching around for SOMETHING KIND
HATE hey ………..
YOU SAID hey there what’d you say
Not much now go away
HATE…………………….
And how I feel and how YOU FEEL
Not much a part of me
YOU SAID HATE HATE
Watching you the other day
You break my heart when you say
Your tired of being around
Because I DON’T FEEL THAT WAY
i hold your LITTLE heart in my hand
ATHENA can feel you bleeding
IT’S SO un fair FOR YOU TO say
That it has TO BE THIS WAY
Hello my name is athena
And I come from before
I’LL TAKE YOU AWAY TO THAT SILENT PLACE
AND GIVE YOU ALL AND MORE
c.bergsma
Thursday, December 02, 2004
this is me......so they say
The Idealists called Teachers are abstract in their thought and speech, cooperative in their style of achieving goals, and directive and extraverted in their interpersonal relations. Learning in the young has to be beckoned forth, teased out from its hiding place, or, as suggested by the word "education," it has to be "educed." by an individual with educative capabilities. Such a one is the eNFj, thus rightly called the educative mentor or Teacher for short. The Teacher is especially capable of educing or calling forth those inner potentials each learner possesses. Even as children the Teachers may attract a gathering of other children ready to follow their lead in play or work. And they lead without seeming to do so.
Teachers expect the very best of those around them, and this expectation, usually expressed as enthusiastic encouragement, motivates action in others and the desire to live up to their expectations. Teachers have the charming characteristic of taking for granted that their expectations will be met, their implicit commands obeyed, never doubting that people will want to do what they suggest. And, more often than not, people do, because this type has extraordinary charisma.
The Teachers are found in no more than 2 or 3 percent of the population. They like to have things settled and arranged. They prefer to plan both work and social engagements ahead of time and tend to be absolutely reliable in honoring these commitments. At the same time, Teachers are very much at home in complex situations which require the juggling of much data with little pre-planning. An experienced Teacher group leader can dream up, effortlessly, and almost endlessly, activities for groups to engage in, and stimulating roles for members of the group to play. In some Teachers, inspired by the responsiveness of their students or followers, this can amount to genius which other types find hard to emulate. Such ability to preside without planning reminds us somewhat of an Provider, but the latter acts more as a master of ceremonies than as a leader of groups. Providers are natural hosts and hostesses, making sure that each guest is well looked after at social gatherings, or that the right things are expressed on traditional occasions, such as weddings, funerals, graduations, and the like. In much the same way, Teachers value harmonious human relations about all else, can handle people with charm and concern, and are usually popular wherever they are. But Teachers are not so much social as educational leaders, interested primarily in the personal growth and development of others, and less in attending to their social needs.
Teachers expect the very best of those around them, and this expectation, usually expressed as enthusiastic encouragement, motivates action in others and the desire to live up to their expectations. Teachers have the charming characteristic of taking for granted that their expectations will be met, their implicit commands obeyed, never doubting that people will want to do what they suggest. And, more often than not, people do, because this type has extraordinary charisma.
The Teachers are found in no more than 2 or 3 percent of the population. They like to have things settled and arranged. They prefer to plan both work and social engagements ahead of time and tend to be absolutely reliable in honoring these commitments. At the same time, Teachers are very much at home in complex situations which require the juggling of much data with little pre-planning. An experienced Teacher group leader can dream up, effortlessly, and almost endlessly, activities for groups to engage in, and stimulating roles for members of the group to play. In some Teachers, inspired by the responsiveness of their students or followers, this can amount to genius which other types find hard to emulate. Such ability to preside without planning reminds us somewhat of an Provider, but the latter acts more as a master of ceremonies than as a leader of groups. Providers are natural hosts and hostesses, making sure that each guest is well looked after at social gatherings, or that the right things are expressed on traditional occasions, such as weddings, funerals, graduations, and the like. In much the same way, Teachers value harmonious human relations about all else, can handle people with charm and concern, and are usually popular wherever they are. But Teachers are not so much social as educational leaders, interested primarily in the personal growth and development of others, and less in attending to their social needs.
it sure is noisy
ever notice how loud children are......i am having a bad kids day, i feel like i am going to crack. i didn't plan my children very well and i think everyone needs to make sure their children's astrological signs are compatible. mine are not.........this makes for a noisy house around 8:30 pm, not quite bed time but sort of the end of the day, tired children. drive a person to drink.
thats my rant, not very substantial but non the less my rant!!
thats my rant, not very substantial but non the less my rant!!
Thursday, November 18, 2004
feel like this......
somedays i just sit and ponder. education is suppose to bring you to a supposed greater place in this world yet it feels so emotionless and i wonder often what the hell am i doing?
i feel like i am two people somedays, the creative one, the one who just wants to be and in being finding the answers to my soul searching questions and then there is the the other person, the smart one, the getting educated and upwardly mobile career oriented person. you would think all that wisdom could make it to the heart somehow.
i did shitty on my assignment, actually shitty is an understatement, he wouldn't even mark it and suggested i do it again and resubmit by monday.
how horrible can that be. writing is my strength but i guess this time i didn't bullshit enough.
so a decision needs to be made!!!shit i hate that!!!i don't even really know what it is i need to decide upon because i have clouded it all with the famous corporate frame of mind or is it that my mind is framed?
my head hurts
i feel like i am two people somedays, the creative one, the one who just wants to be and in being finding the answers to my soul searching questions and then there is the the other person, the smart one, the getting educated and upwardly mobile career oriented person. you would think all that wisdom could make it to the heart somehow.
i did shitty on my assignment, actually shitty is an understatement, he wouldn't even mark it and suggested i do it again and resubmit by monday.
how horrible can that be. writing is my strength but i guess this time i didn't bullshit enough.
so a decision needs to be made!!!shit i hate that!!!i don't even really know what it is i need to decide upon because i have clouded it all with the famous corporate frame of mind or is it that my mind is framed?
my head hurts
the sadness comes threw the earth
the days are short with little birth
the children smile endlessly
they can't believe what they see
the ancient gods of eden will come to be
they'll follow the star into the deep sea
where colour is left beyond the clouds
here they wait faithfully
the urn of their fathers
will crumble threw the water
of tears unshed
way beneath our bed of flowers
c. bergsma
the days are short with little birth
the children smile endlessly
they can't believe what they see
the ancient gods of eden will come to be
they'll follow the star into the deep sea
where colour is left beyond the clouds
here they wait faithfully
the urn of their fathers
will crumble threw the water
of tears unshed
way beneath our bed of flowers
c. bergsma
Saturday, October 30, 2004
I Create My Day
"I wake up in the morning, and I consciously create my day the way I want it to happen. Now, sometimes, because my mind is examining all the things that I need to get done, it takes me a little bit to settle down, and get to the point, of where I'm actually intentionally creating my day. But here's the thing."
"When I create my day, and out of nowhere, little things happen that are so unexplainable, I know that they are the process or the result of my creation. And the more I do that, the more I build a neural net, in my brain, that I accept that that's possible. Gives me the power and the incentive to do it the next day."
"So, if we're consciously designing our destiny, if we're consciously, from a spiritual standpoint, throwing in what the idea that our thoughts can affect our reality or affect our life, because reality equals life. Then, I have this little pact that I have when I create my day."
"I say, I'm taking this time to create my day, and I'm infecting the Quantum Field. Now, if it is in fact, the observer's watching me the whole time that I'm doing this, and there is a spiritual aspect to myself. Then, show me a sign today, that you paid attention to any one of these things that I created, and bring them in a way that I won't expect."
"So, I'm as surprised as the- as the- at my ability to be able to experience these things, and make it so that I have no doubt that its come from you. And so, I live my life, in a sense, all day long, thinking about being a genius, or thinking about being the glory and the power of God, or thinking about being Unconditional Love."
"I'll use living as a genius, for example. And as I do that, during parts of the day, I'll have thoughts that are so amazing, that cause a chill in my physical body, that have come from nowhere. But then, I remember that that thought has an associated energy, that's produced an effect in my physical body."
"Now, that's a subjective experience, but the truth is is that I don't think that unless I was creating my day to have unlimited thought, that that thought would come."
(Dr. Joe Dispenza in “What the #$BLEEP*! Do We Know!?”)
"When I create my day, and out of nowhere, little things happen that are so unexplainable, I know that they are the process or the result of my creation. And the more I do that, the more I build a neural net, in my brain, that I accept that that's possible. Gives me the power and the incentive to do it the next day."
"So, if we're consciously designing our destiny, if we're consciously, from a spiritual standpoint, throwing in what the idea that our thoughts can affect our reality or affect our life, because reality equals life. Then, I have this little pact that I have when I create my day."
"I say, I'm taking this time to create my day, and I'm infecting the Quantum Field. Now, if it is in fact, the observer's watching me the whole time that I'm doing this, and there is a spiritual aspect to myself. Then, show me a sign today, that you paid attention to any one of these things that I created, and bring them in a way that I won't expect."
"So, I'm as surprised as the- as the- at my ability to be able to experience these things, and make it so that I have no doubt that its come from you. And so, I live my life, in a sense, all day long, thinking about being a genius, or thinking about being the glory and the power of God, or thinking about being Unconditional Love."
"I'll use living as a genius, for example. And as I do that, during parts of the day, I'll have thoughts that are so amazing, that cause a chill in my physical body, that have come from nowhere. But then, I remember that that thought has an associated energy, that's produced an effect in my physical body."
"Now, that's a subjective experience, but the truth is is that I don't think that unless I was creating my day to have unlimited thought, that that thought would come."
(Dr. Joe Dispenza in “What the #$BLEEP*! Do We Know!?”)
Friday, October 29, 2004
Fall to Pieces
It's been a long year
Since you've been gone
I've been alone here
I've grown old
I fall to pieces, I'm falling
Fell to pieces and I'm still falling
Every time I'm falling down
All alone I fall to pieces
I keep a journal of memories
I'm feeling lonely, I can't breathe
I fall to pieces, I'm falling
Fell to pieces and I'm still falling
All the years I've tried
With more to go
Will the memories die
I'm waiting
Will I find you
Can I find you
We're falling down
I'm falling
written by Velvet Revolver
Since you've been gone
I've been alone here
I've grown old
I fall to pieces, I'm falling
Fell to pieces and I'm still falling
Every time I'm falling down
All alone I fall to pieces
I keep a journal of memories
I'm feeling lonely, I can't breathe
I fall to pieces, I'm falling
Fell to pieces and I'm still falling
All the years I've tried
With more to go
Will the memories die
I'm waiting
Will I find you
Can I find you
We're falling down
I'm falling
written by Velvet Revolver
Saturday, October 09, 2004
the water
oh, the waterbrings me to my knees
i feel the sorrow in a land of many deceased
oh the places that I've urned to be
without your inspiration
i'm a soul lost at sea
She stand and watches me
Staring from the inside out
Sharing words of unity
Watching faces on the ground
And she’s wondering
And she’s wondering
How we got found
say, i can see the lightning
how it brightens up the sky
even though i am naked
i can drown but i can't die
oh the places
that I've urned to bewithout your inspiration
i'm a soul lost at sea
oh I can feel IT BURNING
DEEP IN SIDE my HEART
And THOUGH we are still learning
I am blinded by the dark
She stand and watches me
Staring from the inside out
Sharing words of unity
scattered faces on the ground
And she’s wondering
And she’s wondering
How we got found
How we got found
How we got found
© b. honsberger/c. bergsma 1990
i feel the sorrow in a land of many deceased
oh the places that I've urned to be
without your inspiration
i'm a soul lost at sea
She stand and watches me
Staring from the inside out
Sharing words of unity
Watching faces on the ground
And she’s wondering
And she’s wondering
How we got found
say, i can see the lightning
how it brightens up the sky
even though i am naked
i can drown but i can't die
oh the places
that I've urned to bewithout your inspiration
i'm a soul lost at sea
oh I can feel IT BURNING
DEEP IN SIDE my HEART
And THOUGH we are still learning
I am blinded by the dark
She stand and watches me
Staring from the inside out
Sharing words of unity
scattered faces on the ground
And she’s wondering
And she’s wondering
How we got found
How we got found
How we got found
© b. honsberger/c. bergsma 1990
i have changed
I have changed
I am not what I said I would be
I have changed
I have broken all my promises to me
I have changed
A warrior, a soul untamed
I have changed
Now I’ll be watching tomorrow while I am here today
YOU Tell me your story, YOU tell me your pain
BUT DO YOU hear me…..oh PLEASE hear me. .
We have changed
Into a world full of blame
We have changed
Into a world full of pain
We have changed
We have Lost our inside of the day
We have changed
Now I’ll be watching tomorrow while I am here today
YOU Tell me youR story, YOU tell me your pain
BUT DO YOU hear me…..oh PLEASE hear me. .
I am different
The way things are unknown to you and me
I am different
To everything you said I would be
I am different
I can’t reach your soul, I can’t breath
We have changed
Now I’ll be watching tomorrow while I am here today
YOU Tell me youR story, YOU tell me your pain
BUT DO YOU hear me…..oh PLEASE hear me. .I have changed, oh please hear me….
© c. bergsma 2004
I am not what I said I would be
I have changed
I have broken all my promises to me
I have changed
A warrior, a soul untamed
I have changed
Now I’ll be watching tomorrow while I am here today
YOU Tell me your story, YOU tell me your pain
BUT DO YOU hear me…..oh PLEASE hear me. .
We have changed
Into a world full of blame
We have changed
Into a world full of pain
We have changed
We have Lost our inside of the day
We have changed
Now I’ll be watching tomorrow while I am here today
YOU Tell me youR story, YOU tell me your pain
BUT DO YOU hear me…..oh PLEASE hear me. .
I am different
The way things are unknown to you and me
I am different
To everything you said I would be
I am different
I can’t reach your soul, I can’t breath
We have changed
Now I’ll be watching tomorrow while I am here today
YOU Tell me youR story, YOU tell me your pain
BUT DO YOU hear me…..oh PLEASE hear me. .I have changed, oh please hear me….
© c. bergsma 2004
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
you would think......
fantastic accomplishments 
you would think with accomplishments like this we might have learned how to be nice to each other!!!
you would think with accomplishments like this we might have learned how to be nice to each other!!!
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
what a day
well it started out ok and then it all went for a shit after that. the morning was busy with actual work stuff and then i went to tim hortons to get my afternoon dose of wake up and while i wasn't looking i accidently put my smoke into the two sips removed cup of java. to further the funny i didn't realize it until i took my third sip and it tasted funny. yes, i smoke at work. it's the life of a construction site trailer and in my opinion it's suppose to smell smokey, be dirty and of course echo various swear words at any given momment mostly for no reason at all.
the afternoon moved along even quicker dispite my lack of java and before you know it, it's five thirty, the time i am suppose to be at the babysitters. so i call and say i'll be a bit late only to find my self behind the slowest moving vehicle north of the 400 with no chance of passing because all the other cars in ontario are going the opposite direction i am. so today i have decided that everyone who is driving slow with miles of cars lined up behind them should kindly pull over, ponder life for a moment (these people actually have time to ponder life if they are driving that slow to begin with) and then continue on. it would have been the nicest thing anyone could have done to help end my long coffeeless day on a good note. what are the chances??
the afternoon moved along even quicker dispite my lack of java and before you know it, it's five thirty, the time i am suppose to be at the babysitters. so i call and say i'll be a bit late only to find my self behind the slowest moving vehicle north of the 400 with no chance of passing because all the other cars in ontario are going the opposite direction i am. so today i have decided that everyone who is driving slow with miles of cars lined up behind them should kindly pull over, ponder life for a moment (these people actually have time to ponder life if they are driving that slow to begin with) and then continue on. it would have been the nicest thing anyone could have done to help end my long coffeeless day on a good note. what are the chances??
Monday, September 13, 2004
in a perfect world
Throwing it all away for a comfort that brings more pain
And we would never grow old or sell our souls for corporate fame
And children would be free from harm and pain
In my world I would save the trees and friends who die of disease
War and famine would not dictate the interest rate in society
The poor would be rich and the rich would be happy
We all would succeed, with love and harmony
living would be a breeze
©2004 c.bergsma
welcome to the mind unknown
Welcome to the mind unknown
The deep disease of weeds we sown
I do not know the secret of life
But I do know what I can sacrifice
The day will come when all will fight
The dignity, the might, the right
I will return in second life
I’ll bow my head at your sight
My heart is yours if you find the light
While heavy stones hold all tight
Then memories return in darkened night
Nieve with age is my delight
And we’ll follow the ones who have been sold
Were taking no chances in a world so cold
But were finding the answers in a world so old
©1994 c.bergsma
The deep disease of weeds we sown
I do not know the secret of life
But I do know what I can sacrifice
The dignity, the might, the right
I will return in second life
I’ll bow my head at your sight
While heavy stones hold all tight
Then memories return in darkened night
Nieve with age is my delight
And we’ll follow the ones who have been sold
Were taking no chances in a world so cold
But were finding the answers in a world so old
©1994 c.bergsma
Once Again
funny how i know i will go days without writing a damn thing but for some reason today being my first day i will write many times. i am still trying to figure out all the perks with the site. how to do this and that. put up a picture, take down a picture, it was a whole ordeal and took a little bit of reading. i love the suggested readings, very interesting and so many people from all over the world. it truly is facinating. i was looking for a blog directory but have yet to find one. maybe tomorrow. so for tonight i will end off with the lyrics of a song i am in the middle of writing.
comments are welcome
How can it feel so beautiful?
Why can it be so beautiful?
How many deaths will be unknown to you and me
How many time will we fight the faithful war
How many dead will there be here
comments are welcome
How Many Times
How many times will be here
When will the world believe that your faith, It is killing me
How many dead will there be here.
How can it feel so beautiful?
Why can it be so beautiful?
How many deaths will be unknown to you and me
How many time will we fight the faithful war
How many dead will there be here
How many times will I feel it deep inside?
How many times will I cry out for your pain?
How many times will I turn and walk away?
©2004 c.bergsma
beautiful songs
i want all of you
i want all of you
from your feet up to your mouth
every inch of north and south
i’ll keep calling you
i’ll keep calling you
won’t you listen to me say
don’t you ever go away
will you wait for me?
will you wait for me?
i’ll be waiting here for you
anything that i can do
will you think of me?
will you think of me?
whisper words into your ears
i will never bring you tears
i want all of you
(ah ah ah ah...)
you are everything
you are everything
from your elbows to your lips
down your arms to fingertips
i’ll be waiting here
i’ll be waiting here
in the rain and bright sunshine
won’t you say that you’ll be mine
you are in my heart
you are in my heart
from the dusk into the light
every day and every night
i want all of you
(ah ah ah ah...)
and when i see you smile
you can make the darkest day worthwhile
and when you look my way
i need you to believe me when i say
i want all of you
(ah ah ah ah...)
i love all of you
i love all of you
from your fingers to your toes
from your knees up to your nose
i’ll be here for you
i’ll be here for you
anytime and any place
just to see your pretty face
you are everything
you are everything
in my night and through my day
would you listen to me say
i’m in love with you
i am in love with you
i am in love with you...
I Want All Of You
Written by Donny Brown and Adam Schlesinger © 2001 Hess Street Music
today
it's monday the 13, nothing to strange about that except it's monday, usually not an outstanding day of the week and it's the 13th, my lucky number. so here i am writing a blog. never thought it would happen. the whole process was very simple and i am truly impressed. i haven't really even had a chance to decide what this will be for expect i suspect it will turn into an avenue to share my poetry with whom ever may happen upon it.
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