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He who denies everything confesses everything.
The Bridge Who Dreams Of Being A River
the bridge finally
confesses to the river
that in every surge of
the water below it
it experiences what human
males call an erection
it strengthens every
cable that runs inside it
the heavy clouds rain on it
and the sun scorches it with heat
every bridge confesses innocence
to this nonsense
the bridge after all is not what
it is, ...it is still going to be
not just a bridge but soon
when it collapses...a river too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There Is a Lesson in This
When one confesses that they have not been their best.
There is a lesson in this many don't expect.
When one confesses that they have not been their best.
They're making changes to arrange,
A ridding of routines that has brought them mental stress.
When one confesses that they have not been their best,
They feel this needed.
With a lesson in this many don't expect.
And it is needed.
When one chooses to confess they're not the best,
With honesty.
They're making changes to arrange,
A ridding of routines...
That caused them mental stress.
When one confesses that they have not been their best,
They feel this needed.
With a lesson in this many don't expect.
And it is needed.
When one chooses to confess they're not the best,
With honesty.
They're making changes to arrange,
A ridding of routines...
That caused them mental stress.
When one confesses that they have not been their best.
There is a lesson in this many don't expect.
When one confesses that they have not been their best.
They're making changes to arrange,
A ridding of routines that has brought them mental stress.
All day,
And all night...
They want to let it show,
That they can be their best.
All day,
And all night...
They want to let it show,
That they can be their best.
To everybody!
Now...
All day,
And all night...
They want to let it show,
That they can be their best.
To everybody!
When one confesses that they have not been their best.
There is a lesson in this many don't expect.
When one confesses that they have not been their best.
They're making changes to arrange,
A ridding of routines that has brought them mental stress.
All day,
And all night...
They want to let it show,
That they can be their best.
To everybody!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Yes, yes, no one denies, for example, that you're going to be able to fix the Murray through the Living Murray process without money, no one denies that.
quote by John Anderson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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No I Am Not Made Of This World
The flesh denies the touch
The touch denies the real
The real denies - just like me
That I am here struggling to learn
The ways of all the flesh
To cast the touched within the womb
Where fires burn in torches raised
No I am not here and you cannot find
A single thread to lead my steps
Might as well be a net
Caught within itself
Struggling to learn the ways of all the nets
‘Too broad a human, should be narrowed down’
So as to stand under the shadows
The same ones I stood against
The day I was born
When Irony stood my way
No I am not, not made of this world
I am 9 an upside down 6
struggling an in between zero
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Starving and fasting
He desires her, who denies him entry.
She desires him, whom she denies entry.
He starves and she fasts, food wasting.
Starving is suffering; fasting is over powering.
26.08.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Mind Denies Its Own Decline
THE MIND DENIES ITS OWN DECLINE
The mind denies its own decline
It refuses to try to remember with difficulty and imprecision
A poem it once would have recalled easily and exactly-
It instead lets itself go somewhere else-
But on reflection it understands
Dying goes on inside even when denied -
The mind is still the mind but it is not as good as it was
And the body works more slowly too.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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He confesses his guilt who flies from his trial.
'Tis a silly sheep that confesses to the wolf.
After Liking What They Have Tried
No man can love another man,
Like a woman when its been tried.
And...
No woman who knows love,
From another woman...
Denies with attempts to hide.
No man can love another man,
Like a woman when its been tried.
But...
One who loves another man,
When it happens...
Cares less what a woman denies.
And...
No woman who knows loving,
From another woman...
Who has tried it,
Will never run back to a man...
After having a woman provide.
Women and men will get what they can...
From each other.
And when the doing done is liked,
Well...
Who is going say who lies?
After liking what they have tried.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Stars
sunny days in a winter world
scatter deception in her eyes
a glimmer of white has fallen
on her smile now she cries,
a sunny world has died these days
now I know, she longs for the days she now denies
chorus:
she has fallen from the stars
and I don't know what it was
the sugar bowl snowed in her tomorrow
yes, she calls upon the stars
on her way of broken glass
to take away that bowl of sorrow
that bowl of sorrow
yesterday's fading grey,
she forgot the kid she used to be
the pallor white she seeks for day by day,
I forgot the kid she used to be
now I know, she longs for the days she now denies
chorus
now I know, she longs for the days she now denies
chorus
song performed by by H-BlockX
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Tried To Be True
From baby to best with no second test
These little storms destroy you
Here is the fame they promised to give you
Taking the place of my hand now
Well did you try to be true
What separates me from you now
What separates me from you
Did you borrow the soul
The soul that you sell now
What does your conscience tell you
Where are the demons
Of your desires
Why does my love destroy you
I said I tried to be true
What separates me from you now
(what separates me from you now)
I said I tried, tried to be true
What separates me from you now
(what separates me from you now)
What separates me from you
(what separates me from you now)
I think its you now
Tell me where is the fame
Where is the fortune
Where is the world that denies you
Who is to blame
When my heart finally forfeits
To a road that will only misguide you
Well did we try to be true
What separates me from you now
(what separates me from you now)
Oh did we try, try to be true
(what separates me from you now)
(what separates me from you now)
It separates me from you now
(what separates me from you now)
It separates me from you
(what separates me from you now)
Its you
Baby
Yeah I bought my love a hunger
(I tried, tried to be true)
More precious than a stone
(I tried, tried to be true)
(where is the world that denies you)
All these fatal flowers
(I tried, tried to be true)
(where is the world that denies you)
Did I misguide you?
(tried to be true)
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Your candor is worth everything to your cause. It is refreshing to find a person with a new theory who frankly confesses that he finds difficulties, insurmountable, at least for the present.
If he have faith, the believer cannot be restrained. He betrays himself. He breaks out. He confesses and teaches this gospel to the people at the risk of life itself.
quote by Martin Luther
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Confession
Oh my God! I am weak and fail,
In my wills to the beguiling Enemy,
Who tempts me against prohibitions,
Rides on my fragile heart and mind,
Shows me the path lusty poignant,
My defiant unbridled limbs
Break the defensive line of fence.
Oh my God! I am fallen into hands,
Wrong, deceitful and fraudulent,
So I can not win the battle so hard,
Though determined in vain thousand times,
To shun the Enemy, to prove my faith,
Bestow me the unflinching fortitude,
To wrestle against the Fake Omnipotent.
Oh my God! I corrupted myself,
While sinning more than the drops of rains,
Have poured down since beginning,
More than the stars and spaces stretched,
Yet I have faith in Kindness and Mercy,
Reserved infinitely bounteous for confesses.
Oh my God! I admit to be a derailed being,
He who confesses wrongs by own accord,
In the court of unforgiving Pricking Prince,
Provokes not wrath, invites redemption,
For behind it work love, fear and hope,
And not disgust, hatred and hostility.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Everyone confesses that exertion which brings out all the powers of body and mind is the best thing for us; but most people do all they can to get rid of it, and as a general rule nobody does much more than circumstances drive them to do.
quote by Harriet Beecher Stowe
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Like A Child....
i hear her saying
that you shall give it
because she is crying
like a child
she confesses her love
and you just can't understand it
like a child.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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