He who builds by the roadside has many surveyors.
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He who builds by the roadside has many masters.
What Is A Hero
A hero is a Dad,
who carries your heart onto his with his unconditional love.
A hero is a Dad,
who builds your first pair of wings to enable you to fly on your own.
A hero is a Dad,
who builds your faith when all hope tumbles out from your heart.
A hero is a Dad,
who builds you a magical ladder to keep you high off the ground.
A hero is a Dad,
who builds your confidence so you make it through the wind and rain.
A hero is a Dad,
who builds your strength beyond his own when your life with pain collides.
A hero is a Dad,
who knows when he must step aside when another hero has come to carry your heart onto his.
A hero is a Dad,
who builds his strength of having to let go when walking his little girl down the aisle to place her heart onto the heart of another hero.
poem by Linda Patino
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He that gives good advice, builds with one hand; he that gives good counsel and example, builds with both; but he that gives good admonition and bad example, builds with one hand and pulls down with the other.
quote by Francis Bacon
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They say the cows laid out Boston. Well, there are worse surveyors.
quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson
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He who builds a house in the market-place, builds either too high or too low.
Where God builds a church, the devil builds a chapel.
The man who builds a factory builds a temple, that the man who works there worships there, and to each is due, not scorn and blame, but reverence and praise.
quote by Calvin Coolidge
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Sympathetic cracks. A term frequently used by architects and surveyors in terms of ageing houses. I know what they mean.
quote by Ted Dexter
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Love's Land
Oh Love builds on the azure sea,
And Love builds on the golden sand,
And Love builds on the rose-winged cloud,
And sometimes Love builds on the land!
Oh if Love build on sparkling sea,
And if Love build on golden strand,
And if Love build on rosy cloud,
To Love these are the solid land!
Oh Love will build his lily walls,
And Love his pearly roof will rear
On cloud, or land, or mist, or sea-
LOve's solid land is everywhere!
poem by Isabella Valancy Crawford
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Learning builds daily accumulation, but the prictice of Tao builds daily simplification. Simplify and simplify, until all contamination from relative, contridictory thinking is eliminated. Then one does nothing, yet nothing is left undone. One who wins the world does so by not meddling with it. One who meddles with the world loses it.
quote by Lao-Tzu, Tao te Ching
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Learning builds daily accumulation, but the practice of Tao builds daily simplification. Simplify and simplify, until all contamination from relative, contridictory thinking is eliminated. Then one does nothing, yet nothing is left undone. One who wins the world does so by not meddling with it. One who meddles with the world loses it.
Just Let Me Take Control
i know this is not the way,
but, it's the only way i feel i can win,
i can't deal with life,
there seem to be no way i can win,
would you agree,
everything messed up,
can't change what i want,
so all i say is let me go,
i don't want help,
that just mean more fo me to do,
life not easing up,
left with same stuff,
would you agree?
stress builds anger,
anger builds urges,
urges to take my life,
but, to some that not agreeable,
to the one thing i do want.
5-6-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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High As The Moon
i built an altar for you
out of polaroids and pins
on the wall of my room
i don't know what to do
waiting for you
should be a sin
out of south station
builds me up
it's all i can do
high as the moon
waiting for you
to come back to my room
i built an altar for you
hope you come around
those lead to my house
i had a question for you
telling the truth
throws at the sound
outside a station
builds me up
it's all i can do
high as the moon
waiting for you
to come back to my room
all i can say
is show me some strength
come over please
your enemies
won't get to you
waiting to speak
days into weeks
come over please
no enemies
outside a station
builds me up
it's all i can do
high as the moon
waiting for you
to come back to me please
come over soon
no enemies
come over see
i'm begging you
song performed by by Get Up Kids from On A Wire
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Crows in a Stubble Field
Along the tracks
in this field of straw,
tawny stubble
cut down by indifferent,
efficient hands,
I see sentient crows,
black shadows scrutinizing
lifeless stalks
like careful surveyors,
reclaiming this savaged world,
when, blaring, the train
shatters the air and scatters
the redeeming birds
into black angry clouds,
cawing into the twilight sky.
poem by Steven Federle
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The Wonderful Future
She builds her own satellite
From an old rusted chair
She leaves this old world behind
And the things that she cares
Maybe she's gone but it won't be for long
What do I know?
Maybe she's found what we all dream about
What do I know?
She's beautiful and wonderful
I can't compare
It's wonderful
It's not that fair
She builds a strong alibi from the future that's here
She needs to know I'm alive
That I'm flesh and I tear
Maybe she's wrong but I wouldn't mind my own
What do I know?
Her best silicone with a touch of her soul
What do I know?
She's beautiful and wonderful
I can't compare
It's wonderful
It's just not fair
song performed by by Our Lady Peace
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The Clod and the Pebble
'Love seeketh not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a heaven in hell's despair.'
So sung a little clod of clay,
Trodden with the cattle's feet,
But a pebble of the brook
Warbled out these metres meet:
'Love seeketh only Self to please,
To bind another to its delight,
Joys in another's loss of ease,
And builds a hell in heaven's despite.'
poem by William Blake from Songs of Experience (1794)
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Hate with passion
This person I love so much,
Is a person I can't stand...
I hate his face, I hate his mind...
But most of all I hate this time,
This time I have to spend with him...
I hate him,
I hate him,
I hate him with passion...
I could never get over this hate.
This hate builds and builds,
Sooner or later i'll suffocate...
This hate I have wil always stay,
This hate I have will never go away...
This hate I have will make him cry...
This hate I have wiil make him die! !
But...only in my mind...
poem by Alexandra Greif
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