If you lower the ambient noise of your life and listen expectantly for those whispers of God, your ears will hear them. And when you follow their lead, your world will be rocked.
As a society, you were unwilling to reflect upon the shared pain that united you with those who attacked you. You retreated into myths of your own difference, assumptions of your own superiority. And you acted out these beliefs on the stage of the world, so that the entire planet was rocked by the repercussions of your tantrums, not least my family, now facing war thousands of miles away.
Can't be touched, Can't be stopped, Can't be moved, Can't be rocked, Can't be shook.
Bicky rocked, like a jelly in a high wind.
If you've never been rocked back by the presence of purpose this poem is too soon for you. Return to your mediocrity, plug it into an amplifier and rethink yourself.
I was elected by the women of Ireland, who instead of rocking the cradle, rocked the system.
I remember being absolutely rocked to my core by how profoundly I could love another human being.
I rocked the cradle of love.
I was warmed by the sun, rocked by the winds and sheltered by the trees as other Indian babes. I can go everywhere with a good feeling.
You have a freckle here," he whispered, sweeping his tongue over a spot just under my jaw. "It drives me crazy every time you 're above me. I just want to do this. . . " The jentle draw of his mouth pushed me over the edge, and my knees tightened around his hips as i rocked against him.
As much as Metallica rocked, they always had these song names. . . 'The Thing That Shouldn't Be'. 'The Chair That Wasn't There', you know?
I was the little white kid who rocked the turntables
The pretty nurse had just injected her with something that totally rocked, and if she wanted to think about boinking a bronzed, tattooed, impossibly handsome doctor who was so far out of her league she need a telescope to see him, then screw it. Screw him. Over and over.
The warrior instinct comes in, the heart, determination, the will to win. Even though you're rocked you still have to fight hard, to come back.
Strong relationships are not rocked by a truth that is grounded by resolute monogamy.
What did I care about my hammer, about my bolt, about thirst or death? There was, on one star, on one planet, on mine, the Earth, a little prince to be consoled! I took him in my arms. I rocked him. I told him, 'The flower you love is not in danger. . . I'll draw you a muzzle for your sheep. . . I'll draw you a fence for your flower. . . I' I didn't know what to say. How clumsy I felt! I didn't know how to reach him, where to find him. . . It's so mysterious, the land of tears.
He bit the inside of his cheek, Death purring wildy. The pleasure of her touch, even one so innocent, rocked him to the core.
The weathercocks on spires and housetops were mysterious with hints of stormy wind, and pointed, like so many ghostly fingers, out to dangerous seas, where fragments of great wrecks were drifting, perhaps, and helpless men were rocked upon them into a sleep as deep as the unfathomable waters.
The truth is, when our mothers held us, rocked us, stroked our heads -none of us ever got enough of that. We all yearn in some way to return to those days when we were completely taken care of - unconditional love, unconditional attention. Most of us didn't get enough.
