A wise man hears one word and understands two.
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Whatever Was Spoken Was Already Spoken
whatever was spoken was already spoken
and in my state today, the words are no longer
retrievable, the car hears them through its mirror ears
and i know it understands every word.
it is silent and then it speeds away ashamed of its beginnings.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We have no words for speaking of wisdom to the stupid. He who understands the wise is wise already.
quote by Georg C. Lichtenberg
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Lyons
Moral principles,
A simple man believes in every word he hears;
But a clever man understands the need for proof,
For you are too quick to judge and too quick to kill!
The two harmonised and Lyons came around to check,
And like the gigantic caldera filled with water!
But we need these moral principles to understand life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Who hears me, who understands me, becomes mine, a possession for all time.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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My Baby Understands
Whenever my baby loves me
whenever my baby needs me
and he often does
Well I'm attracted by desire ooh
cause he's the master of the fire
and he teases just to tease me
and he pleases just to please me
My baby understands
my baby understands
my baby understands
my baby understands
Whenever my baby loves me
love me like he should
whenever my baby leaves me
leaves me feeling good
he loves me
needs me
wants me
oh yes my baby does
Whenever my baby leaves me
whenever my baby goes away for a while
like he does
No I never need to worry ooh
cause my baby loves me only
Well I'm capture by desire
cause he's the master of the fire
my baby understands
my baby understands
my baby understands
Yes my baby understands
song performed by by Donna Summer from Bad Girls
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With Malice To Malign
It isn't wise to say unkind things,
Behind another's back.
It isn't wise or advisable to do that.
One never knows 'who' or 'what' is listening.
And how 'whatever' that is that hears,
Wishes to correct the misrepresentation...
With something done no one expects,
That may unexpectedly be severe.
No...
It isn't wise to say unkind things,
Behind someone's back.
It isn't wise or advisable to do that.
Especially if done with malice to malign.
Since one never knows how doing so,
Will someday affect one's mind with wishes...
Of having spent more time to conduct their own business.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Today... 'The Word
Word of love and the Word made flesh
Word incarnate forever blessed
Word of life and the Word of light
Word of power and Word of might.
Word that was spoken, Word of the Lord
Word of the Law and the Word of God
Word of peace and Word eternal
Word of truth and last Word of all.
Word of wisdom and the Word of healing
Word from heaven, a Word so appealing
Word fulfilling the Word of prophecy
Word of the Spirit and Word of destiny.
Word of exhortation and Word of grace
Word of encouragement and Word of faith
Word of promise and a Word of insight
Word from the beginning and Word of delight.
Word of knowledge and a Word of boldness
Word of peace and the Word of righteousness
Word of the covenant and Word of love
Word of the Father from heaven above.
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The Word
Find the word, understand the word,
Depend on the word;
The word is heaven and space, the word the earth,
The word the universe.
The word is in our ears, the word is on our tongues,
The word the idol.
The word is the holy book, the word is harmony,
The word is music.
The word is magic, the word the Guru.
The word is the body, the word is the spirit, the word is being,
The word Not-being.
The word is man, the word is woman,
The Worshipped Great.
The word is the seen and unseen, the word is the existent
And the non-existent.
Know the word, says Kabir,
The word is All-powerful.
My Baby Does Me
Words and music by queen
Turn it up a bit please
My baby
Baby does
My baby does me good
My baby does
My baby does me
My baby does me good
My lady
Understands
Understands me right
She understands me
She understands me
Understands me right
My baby cares
She really cares
She knows whats really right for me
Does me good then she hurts me so
She winds me up and then lets me go
Turns me on and then tells me no
Shes just a pussy cat
My baby loves me
My baby loves me
My baby cuffs me
One day she tells me that she cares
Another day she tells me she dont love me
She really really does me
Ooh
Now people do you believe this
Do you
Ooh
Oooh
She really really really really really really
Does me
song performed by by Queen
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Playing The Role Of The Fool
ONE Day
the wise man plays the role of a fool
in the market place
he meets the wise man
of the town
he pays homage to his
black cap
the mark of the wise man
in that little
town far away from
civilization
he bows to him
and does not utter a word
the wise man
signals him to stop
and he looks at him
direct to his eyes
like a comet
shooting the blackness
of space
and the wise man kisses
his hand
bows down to him
and hands his right hand to him
for a handshake
obviously the eyes of the birds
of the same feathers
understand their
chosen silences
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The wise man speaks of what he sees, the idiot of what he hears.
Fundamental of Liar Chapter LVII: Used
There’s no word ‘used’ with loneliness
There’s no word ‘used’ with boredom
There’s no word ‘used’ with pain
There’s no word ‘used’ with rejection
There’s no word ‘used’ with ignorance
There’s no word ‘used’ with guilty
There’s no word ‘used’ with sacrifice
There’s no word ‘used’ with problem
There’s no word ‘used’ with slavery
There’s no word ‘used’ with piracy
There’s no word ‘used’ with power
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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He who understands music understands the cosmos.
The superior man understands what is right; the inferior man understands what will sell.
The Spider (Chapter 29, Verses 41-43, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
The people who take guardians besides Allah
Is like spider that makes for itself a house
And surely spider's web is the weakest house
If they understood it somehow!
Surely Allah knows whatever thing
They call upon besides Him
And He is the Mighty and Wise Being.
And these examples are set forth for all
And none understands it but the wise people.
poem by Asif Andalib
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I Believe
Here I am a man in a new generation
Keep hanging on to where I belong
I believe the world is one
Behind this masquerade
Reach out of the darkness
And bring in the light into day
Here I am a man with a old fascination
(just an old fascination)
Still holding the line on my time
cause I believe the day will come
When things will work out right
Reach out to your brothers
And save every mother and child
Well I want you to know
I believe that a love can find a way
And I believe that a heart of stone can break
I believe that a wise man hears a call
And the writings on the wall
And its shining so bright and clear
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I believe whats done is done
And what will be will be
Reach out to each other
A moment is all you need
Well I want you to know
I believe that a love can find a way
And I believe that a heart of stone can break
I believe that a wise man hears a call
And the writings on the wall
And its shining so bright and clear
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Too Late
Soon its never more
When youve got to pay for
Promises - made in the night
Call the magic one
And with the magic comes
Forever chained to the flame
Chorus:
Its too late
Too late for tears
Too late
And no one hears you
Do you feel a touch of evil
(then) its too late
To wish and make it so
To feel the power growing
Stronger - blessed by the dark
And when the candle fades
You can say it was a
Joke you played
So you must let me go - no
Chorus:
Its too late
Youve said the word
Too late
Something heard you
Too late - now the race is on
And youre run out of road
Too late
For tears
Too late
And no one hears you
Can you feel the touch of evil
Its too late
Oh oh oh save me
I believe in your name
Oh oh Ive fallen down
But now Ive found
Nobody to take the blame
Misery
Its come to drag me away
And when the hunter cries
No alibis
Get ready for judgement day
As the candle fades
You can say it was a game you made
So you must let me go, let me go
Its too late - youve said the word
Too late - something heard you
Too late - the spell is gone
And this time youre the fool
Its too late for tears
Too late
And no one hears you
Welcome to forever
Welcome its too late
Too late
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Question 1
How can you ever
Leave someone
Who cannot live
Without you?
Look at her eyes
The moment she
Hears the word
Goodbye
Her eyes start
To bleed
Blood.
I cannot kill
Someone with
The use
Of the word goodbye.
I can’t.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Question Of Conscience
How can you ever
Leave someone
Who cannot live
Without you?
Look at her eyes
The moment she
Hears the word
Goodbye
Her eyes start
To bleed
Blood.
I cannot kill
Someone with
The use
Of the word goodbye.
I can’t.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Vanitas
Beyond the need of weeping,
Beyond the reach of hands,
May she be quietly sleeping,
In what dim nebulous lands?
Ah, she who understands!
The long, long winter weather,
These many years and days,
Since she, and Death, together,
Left me the wearier ways:
And now, these tardy bays!
The crown and victor's token:
How are they worth to-day?
The one word left unspoken,
It were late now to say:
But cast the palm away!
For once, ah once, to meet her,
Drop laurel from tired hands:
Her cypress were the sweeter,
In her oblivious lands:
Haply she understands!
Yet, crossed that weary river,
In some ulterior land,
Or anywhere, or ever,
Will she stretch out a hand?
And will she understand?
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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