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Don't Relapse To Recap
Get out of bed and stop retreading...
Chases loved created.
Get out of bed and stop retreading...
Chases loved created.
Don't relapse to recap them.
Chases loved created.
That which is 'not',
Leave it.
That which is 'not',
Leave it be.
Get out of bed and stop retreading...
Chases loved created.
Get out of bed and stop retreading...
Chases loved created.
Don't relapse to recap them.
Chases loved created.
That which is 'not',
Leave it.
That which is 'not',
Leave it be.
Eliminate don't calculate.
Choose another way to face...
A path to take to speed your pace.
Don't relapse to recap them.
Chases loved created.
Don't relapse to recap them.
Chases loved created.
That which is 'not',
Leave it.
That which is 'not',
Leave it be.
Get out of bed and stop retreading...
Chases loved created.
Get out of bed and stop retreading...
Chases loved created.
Don't relapse to recap them.
Chases loved created.
That which is 'not',
Leave it.
That which is 'not',
Leave it be.
Don't relapse to recap them.
Chases loved created.
Don't relapse to recap them.
Chases loved created.
Chases loved created.
Chases loved created.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is no sickness worse for me than words that to be kind must lie.
An imaginary sickness is worse than a real one.
Sickness II
I am sick lying on your hospital bed,
So you can play with my nakedness if you want to;
Because this is the only time that you can see my nakedness!
For this sickness had made it possible.
Sickness, oh sickness! !
Sickness had made it possible for you to see my nakedness;
If not, you can't even smell my sight at anytime.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Wish to hold
Wish to hold
And to cherish
For better or for worse
For richer for poorer
In sickness and in health
Till sex do us part
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The superior doctor prevents sickness; The mediocre doctor attends to impending sickness; The inferior doctor treats actual sickness.
The superior doctor prevents sickness;/ The mediocre doctor attends to impending sickness;/ The inferior doctor treats actual sickness.
With Sickness Comes Sadness
WITH SICKNESS COMES SADNESS
With sickness comes sadness
Will one ever escape?
The hurt of life
Hurts more deeply
Each day.
Sickness is sadness-
And I am afraid-
Will I ever be,
Healthy and Happy,
Again?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Strange Sickness.
You are the reason for my illness,
You are the remedy for my sickness,
The strange sickness attacks me,
By increasing my heart's rhythm,
Giddiness in the head,
Palpitation at the chest,
Loss of appetite and
Scores of other symptoms,
Feeling quite hot when you are far,
Feeling strange when you are near,
All people seem to be happy and smile,
When you hold my hands,
Everyone seem to be sad and cry,
When you go away from me,
What sickness is this so strange,
That is induced by you?
What sickness is this so unique,
That is cleared by you?
You are the reason for me to be awkward,
Giggle at my mother when she scolds,
You are the reason for me to be childish,
When my father checks my progress,
You are the reason for me to flunk,
Two three subjects all of a sudden,
I am not ashamed of that failure, my love,
As long as you are the cause,
And the remedy for my sickness..
Something in you causes this!
Something in you clears this!
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Sickness
Hey little girl you re black and blue
Hey little girl you re six foot two
I know a man who loved too hard
He lost his mind it wasn t hard
Over this slckness
Over this slckness
Over this slckness
This slckness of love
Cute little knees that you got
Out in the dark parking lot
Cute little voice whispering
I know a man lost everything
Over this sickness
Over this sickness
Over this sickness
This sickness of love
Hey little girl i m almost through
Hey little girl i m almost you
Hey little girl the river runs
Hey little girl the rising sun
Over this sickness
This slckness of love
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Another Saturday Night
Another saturday night and I aint got nobody
Ive got some money cause I just got paid
Now how I wish I had someone to talk to
Im in an awful way.
I got in town a month ago
I seen a lot of girls since then,
If I could meet em I could get em
But as yet I havent met em
Thats how Im in the state Im in.
Chorus
Another fella told me
He had a sister who looked just fine
Instead of bein my deliverance
She had a strange resemblance
To a cat named frankenstein.
Chorus
Its hard on a fella
When he dont know his way around
If I dont find me a honey
To help me spend my money
Im gonna have to blow this town.
Another saturday night and I aint got nobody
Ive got some money cause I just got paid
How I wish I had someone to talk to
Im in an awful, ooh, Im in an awful way,
Hes in an awful way, Im in an awful way,
Im in an awful way, hes in an awful way.
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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The Pessimist In A Poem...
the sickness of humanity
is looking for a cure
and trusting about the herbs of
words
humanity keeps on writing
until it finds the
cure,
there seems to be
nothing,
there is no remedy
on the sickness of our humanity
it begs
nothing is given
it is thirsty and remains
to be one
it is hungry (for love, for compassion
for warmth, and understanding
for food
and shelter and embrace)
and it so remains to
be one
hungry world
there is no cure, its sickness
remains forever
until you come in
to tell the world that it is wrong
you are the savior
of this sickness of humanity
when you cease to be
one of them.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Rehashment
I remember the castigation
I remember the molestation
I remember the infestation
I remember trying to escape from you!
I remember cutting my wrist
I remember releasing the blood
I remember catching the drops
I remember the undulating flood
I remember it wouldn't stop
I remember opression you put me through!
Rehash
The slash
Rehash
The gash
Rehash
The relapse
Rahash
The roots of what I do
This scar is internal
This wound is eternal
The hate is forever
The soul that you severed
I remember getting all the blame
For a person's stigma and shame
I remember when you said 'die'
I remember all the pain in my life
Rehash
The slash
Rehash
The gash
Rehash
The relapse
Rahash
The roots of what I do
I REMEMBER YOU TRYING TO CONSTRUE
poem by Crazy Eight
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Following The Sickness
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
Fighting our own shadows, fooled by our enemies.
They are the ones you just can't see.
The unaccepted theory is rejected yet again.
But still the chorus plays.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
To whom it may concern.
A poetic letter, dressed in feathers.
Does it make it any prettier?
A distraction from the purpose.
Delivering the simplest of messages.
And still they are not heard.
Oh no they are never heard.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
And man is yet to learn.
And man is yet to learn.
Foolish know it alls.
A change in circumstances will cause a sudden fall.
A broken bone, or ego?
A laceration or a severed artery?
Is it serious or superficial?
An inflamation that just won't go down.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
And it has brought me here.
A million passersby's.
An angelic looking sky.
Prying the heavens for just one peek.
I wonder if it has what I seek.
A cure
A cure
For this world.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
If you are ever lost just follow the sickness.
Its everywhere.
Just go from there.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Awful
Swing low sweet cherry
Make it awful
Its your life, its your party, its so awful
Lets start a fire
Lets have riot! yeah its awful
It was punk
Yeah, it was perfect now its awful
They know how to break all the girls like you
And they rob the souls of the girls like you
Swing low, cherry, cherry
Yeah its awful
Hes drunk, he tastes
Like candy, hes so beautiful
Hes so deep like dirty water
God, hes awful
Youre lost, oh, wheres your daddy - its so awful
And they royalty rate all the girls like you
And they sell it out to the girls like you
To incorporate little girls
Hey, run away with the light
Run away its divine
Lets run away, yeah, tonight and
Well steal the light of the world
Swing low, sweet cherry, yeah, its awful
Youre ripe for the picking, its so awful
Youve got your youth
Dont waste your money
Yeah its awful
I was punk!
Now Im just stupid!
Im so awful
Oh, just shut up youre only 16
If the world is so wrong
Yeah you can break them all
With one song
If the world is so wrong yeah you can take it all
With one song
Swing low sweet cherry
Make it awful
They bought it all, just build a new one,
Make it beautiful...yeah
song performed by by Hole
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Medicate
I've been lying awake at night
I've been hoping that I'm alright
I've been winding myself too tight
Wondering if I will sleep tonight
Never thought things would get like this
Always hoping that they'd work out
Now I seem to be filled with doubt
I cannot stop this ride
I'm growing cold inside
I shouldn't let it slide
Will sickness be mind
This should not be my weight to bear
Go on acting like I don't care
Stop this high-I wouldn't dare
I have earned and deserve my share
Things like this happen every day
While I'm in there I feel okay
But you say I should get away
Let me got for just one more day
[Chorus x2]
I've got to medicate myself,
I'm not concerned about my health
It covers up what I've been dealt, it seems the only way
I've got to medicate myself, its been the only thing that helped
Must cover up what I have felt, it seems the only way
[Chorus x2]
Sickness is mine, sickness is mine, sickness is mine
song performed by by Flaw
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The arms race is worse than it ever was, the dumping of creation down a military rat hole is worse than it ever was, the wars across the earth are worse than they ever were.
quote by Daniel Berrigan
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What makes these creatures so awful is the feeling that they can use us in ways too horrible to imagine-and yet, we DO imagine them, which makes it worse than seeing it.
quote by Sigourney Weaver
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Sickness is but a word!
Sickness is spreading,
People need a cure!
Will people survive,
We are not so sure!
People crying,
People dying,
People trying,
To stay alive!
People saving,
people helping,
People praying,
No need to shimmer and shive!
Please pray for all the sick people out there,
they need every prayer!
Don't let let any sickness,
grow into a slayer!
In the end....
Sickness in but a word,
Fearing it is absurd! !
(Please tell everyone to read this poem, it is very important to pray for sick people, who knows maybe someone you love is one of them, Nomatter what your religion is, Just pray for God to help! !)
poem by Kuji soliman
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Narcissism Is A Sickness
Narcissistic are those sick,
Who seek a power that they get.
To then believe they are above all others,
Doing as they wish.
Narcissistic are those sick,
With self interests they see fit.
And no matter who they use,
They don't see themselves as being fools.
Narcissistic are those sick,
But they think they have a gift.
Until exposed it shows them weak,
With temptations pleased in kept secret.
Narcissism is a sickness.
But those with egos don't see it.
They see themselves as gifts.
With a doing as is wished.
Narcissism is a sickness.
But those with egos don't see it.
They see themselves as someone's gift.
To get and please whatever is wished.
Sex and entitlement.
To get and please whatever is wished.
Sex and entitlement.
Narcissism is a sickness,
With a doing as is wished.
Sex and entitlement.
To get and please whatever is wished.
Sex and entitlement.
Narcissism is a sickness,
With a doing as is wished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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