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POEMS ABOUT PASSION, FINDING PASSION, LIVING WITH PASSION
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PAINTING MY OWN WINGS
Throughout my whole life I wanted to fly.
One day I stood on the top of a mountain,
watching a beautiful bird soaring by.
It was so close to me
that I felt the air of its wings caressing my face.
My heart filled with desire.
“God, you are the Miracle Maker,” I yelled out.
“Why can’t You give me wings?”
And then within the whispers of my soul I heard the reply:
“I already did. I gave you a talent, didn’t I?”
My life went on.
I didn’t know how to fly but I knew how to paint.
One day I picked my paint brush,
and started painting my own wings.
Stroke by stroke, line by line…
and suddenly I realized,
that I was already flying.
LILIANA KOHANN
©Artpeace 2011
*Paining by Duy Huynh "Solitary Refinement"
One day I stood on the top of a mountain,
watching a beautiful bird soaring by.
It was so close to me
that I felt the air of its wings caressing my face.
My heart filled with desire.
“God, you are the Miracle Maker,” I yelled out.
“Why can’t You give me wings?”
And then within the whispers of my soul I heard the reply:
“I already did. I gave you a talent, didn’t I?”
My life went on.
I didn’t know how to fly but I knew how to paint.
One day I picked my paint brush,
and started painting my own wings.
Stroke by stroke, line by line…
and suddenly I realized,
that I was already flying.
LILIANA KOHANN
©Artpeace 2011
*Paining by Duy Huynh "Solitary Refinement"
I am very passionate about finding passion in life, and living with PASSION.
I don't really have many poem about passion but below is a song that I wrote about my life, and all true events from my life.
For example, I was about 7 or 8, I was in my school sliding down the rails, while everybody else was nicely walking down the stairs. I remember how much fun I had, and how excited I was as these were long stairs. Unfortunately my "fun" ended, when I slid straight into the body of an angry vice principle. She grabbed me by my ears, lifted my up, and said firmly while shaking me, "Przewłócka (my maiden name), you are devil not a girl!"
I loved climbing mountains, and yes, I was always drawn to forbidden trails...
When I talk about fighting for freedom during my youth, it is because I grew up under the regime of a communist government.
—Liliana
I don't really have many poem about passion but below is a song that I wrote about my life, and all true events from my life.
For example, I was about 7 or 8, I was in my school sliding down the rails, while everybody else was nicely walking down the stairs. I remember how much fun I had, and how excited I was as these were long stairs. Unfortunately my "fun" ended, when I slid straight into the body of an angry vice principle. She grabbed me by my ears, lifted my up, and said firmly while shaking me, "Przewłócka (my maiden name), you are devil not a girl!"
I loved climbing mountains, and yes, I was always drawn to forbidden trails...
When I talk about fighting for freedom during my youth, it is because I grew up under the regime of a communist government.
—Liliana
PASSION
I think I was maybe seven
When I heard my teacher yell,
“You can’t enter the gates of heaven,
You’re the devil not a girl!”
Maybe I was on the wild side,
Living in my shattered world,
Way too scared to ask for guidance
Yet, in some ways way too bold
But I lived each day with passion
And if I didn’t…
God, have mercy on my soul.
I have climbed many mountains,
I have walked forbidden trails,
I spent youth fighting for freedom,
Middle age… in a self-made jail.
I had days of joy and glory
Yet, at times I lived in shame
But I’ve learned to live my own life,
And now I can truly say
That I lived each day with passion,
And if I didn’t…
God, have mercy on my soul.
When I walk my final distance
And I climb my final wall,
Once the angels bring me over
I will stand up, I will stand up really tall.
I will spread my hands apart,
Catching a glimpse of golden rays
Then I’ll look into the eyes of
My Creator, and I’ll say:
“You can tell me what You want to,
Did I sin? Oh, yes a lot
But whatever You placed before me
I gave everything I’ve got.”
Cause I lived each day with passion,
And if I didn’t…
God, have mercy on my soul.
LILIANA KOHANN ©2008 Artpeace
"The things you are passionate about are not random.
They are your calling."
— Fabienne Frederickson
They are your calling."
— Fabienne Frederickson
I choose passion
I choose passion,
you choose indifference.
I choose daring,
you choose existence.
You choose withdrawal.
I - communication,
I choose compassion,
you choose stagnation.
I choose closeness,
you choose distance.
I choose openness
you choose resistance
You choose convenience
I choose a change
to go beyond,
out of my range
And as you choose not to care
even though I was your wife
I am choosing to leave now,
I am choosing passion
and LIFE.
LILIANA KOHANN
©Artpeace 2003
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