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In long experience I find that a man who trusts nobody is apt to be the kind of man nobody trusts.
quote by Harold MacMillan
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A man who trusts nobody is apt to be the kind of man nobody trusts.
quote by Harold MacMillan
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Hidden Sin
O God, You know my foolishness
And my sins are not hidden from You!
The Sun of Righteousness shall arise
To help me to transform and renew.
Our Lord is good and knows who trusts Him
He wants us to be glad and rejoice in our giving.
My Soul trusts the shadow of His wings
As my refuge remains His forgiving.
God's commandments aren't that hard or burdensome
And they deliver us from Satin's claws.
His merciful love is greatest toward us
As we triumph by Divine principles and laws.
Sorrow Sows The Shattered Heart
Sorrow Sows The Shattered Heart
Sorrow sows the shattered heart
Mourn the last beats chance to start
Scattered to the winds impart
Pity the pieces as love departs
14 April 2008
Thrown Into This World
he may have been thrown into this world
complaining that this matter is without his
consent and he may walk like he does not
belong and would not speak their language
or adopt to their dance and songs. He may
just stand there and watch and tell that he
does not like everyone and everything and
not gain any confidence from anyone and
he may just be a nobody but a protester.
Sadly, he is thrown into this world and
Gladly, he shall be thrown out. He reaps
what he sows. He sows dislike he shall
reap disgust and that is fair enough.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Honesty and Truth
Through the windows of my soul I see
Divisibility of Truth
Two Entities that dwell within
Each A partnered substitute
The Heart is ruled by Emotive Truth and
Trusts. In Honesty
But The Mind Accepts. Whats only Fact
And Trusts. Logically
Though I believe. What I Believe
With All I am Inside
But My Honest Truth lives in My Heart
The Veritable Truth. In My Mind!
poem by Jodie Mayhew
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Bite The Hand That Bleeds
I watch you tap for blood in my veins
My heart you feed on to keep you sustained
A parasite that leaves me cold and drained
I'm in shock, and you leave me paralyzed
And the saddest part I realize
The absence of truth behind your eyes
I feel you tapping my soul from my vein!
I feel you tapping again on my vein!
I feel my life slipping away!
One more drop of blood I spill
One more drop you take
One more drop and I will spite
And bite the hand that bleeds
I see you have two faces turning
Changing face to keep me guessing
You have mastered the art of deceiving
Now I know no one trusts you
And to think, not even you do
And I know you salted my wounds
Now I know no one trusts you!
Now I know no one trusts you!
Now I know you salted my wounds!
One more drop of blood I spill
Noe more drop you take
One more drop and I will spite
And bite the hand that bleeds
Bite the hand that bleeds you ...
song performed by by Fear Factory
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Non-Resistance
PERHAPS too far in these considerate days
Has patience carried her submissive ways;
Wisdom has taught us to be calm and meek,
To take one blow, and turn the other cheek;
It is not written what a man shall do,
If the rude caitiff smite the other too!
Land of our fathers, in thine hour of need
God help thee, guarded by the passive creed!
As the lone pilgrim trusts to beads and cowl,
When through the forest rings the gray wolf's howl;
As the deep galleon trusts her gilded prow
When the black corsair slants athwart her bow;
As the poor pheasant, with his peaceful mien,
Trusts to his feathers, shining golden-green,
When the dark plumage with the crimson beak
Has rustled shadowy from its splintered peak,--
So trust thy friends, whose babbling tongues would charm
The lifted sabre from thy foeman's arm,
Thy torches ready for the answering peal
From bellowing fort and thunder-freighted keel!
poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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A Tenant of Mrs. Van Kleeck
Translation of a letter from a tenant of Mrs. Van Kleeck to that lady, dated January 9, 1787
My very good landlady, Mistress Van Kleeck,
(For the tears that o'erwhelm me I scarcely can speak)
I know that I promis'd you hogs two or three
(But who knows his destiny? Certain not me!)
That I promis'd three hogs I don't mean to deny
(I can prove that I had five or six upon sty.)
Three hogs did I say? Three sows I say then
'Pon honour I ne'er had a male upon pen.
Well Madam, the long and the short of the clatter
For mumbling & mincing will not better the matter;
And murder and truth, my dear mammy wd say
By some means or other forever saw day;
And Daddy himself, as we chop'd in the wood,
Would often observe that lying wasn't good.
Tell truth, my sweet fellow, no matter who feels it,
It ne'er can do hurt to the man who reveals it.
But stop! While my Daddy and Mammy's the subject
I am running aside the original object --
The sows, my sweet madam, the sows I repeat,
Which you and your household expected to eat,
Instead of attending their corn and their swill
Gave way to an ugly he-sow's wicked will.
When 'twill end your good ladyship need not be told,
For Nature is still as she hath been of old,
And when he cries YES mortal may not cry NO -
So Madam, farewell, with my holliday bow.
poem by Major Henry Livingston Jr.
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Hymn 4 part 2
The inward witness to Christianity.
1 Jn. 5:10.
Questions and doubts be heard no more,
Let Christ and joy be all our theme;
His Spirit seals his gospel sure,
To every soul that trusts in him.
Jesus, thy witness speaks within;
The mercy which thy words reveal
Refines the heart from sense and sin,
And stamps its own celestial seal.
'Tis God's inimitable hand
That molds and forms the heart anew;
Blasphemers can no more withstand,
But bow, and own thy doctrine true.
The guilty wretch that trusts thy blood
Finds peace and pardon at the cross;
The sinful soul, averse to God,
Believes and loves his Maker's laws.
Learning and wit may cease their strife,
When miracles with glory shine;
The voice that calls the dead to life
Must be almighty and divine.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Woman is always fickle - foolish is he who trusts her.
When the goose trusts the fox then woe to her neck.
The innkeeper trusts his guests like he is himself.
A person who trusts no one can't be trusted.
quote by Jerome Blattner
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Please, Trust Me..
The earth trusts the sun,
The moon trusts the earth,
I trust you,
for me to revolve around you.
Unseen waves that attract,
make the solar system intact.
Unseen bonds that attract,
make the human love intact.
Mistakes could have been made,
Fights could have been enacted,
Silence could have been kept,
The love will overcome all odds.
Look for clues may weaken our hearts,
clues of betrayal and infidelity,
Look for clues may strengthen our life,
clues of sincerity and confidence.
No flowers needed, but need a helping hand,
No chocolates needed, but need sweet words,
No pretend needed, but need a friendly heart,
Not one day just enough, but need a life of full of love.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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