I think the first virtue is to restrain the tongue; he approaches nearest to gods who knows how to be silent, even though he is in the right.
quote by Cato the Elder
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Sonnet-Restrain me Lord...
Restrain me Lord from seeking revenge first;
Oh, let me pray instead for all my foes;
Restrain me Lord from calling them accursed;
Oh, let me forgive them who caused my woes.
Restrain me Lord from rash judgement of all;
Let man not judge his brethren in wrong ways;
Restrain me Lord from ignoring thy call;
Oh, let me spend aright my earthly days.
Restrain me Lord from doing evil things;
Oh, let me nurture virtues and do good;
Restrain me Lord from Satanic likings;
Oh, give me grace to take part in thy food.
Restrain me Lord from doing mortal sins,
Of soul; I neither can destain or rinse.
poem by John Celes
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Scorpio Rising
[ music: john lombardo & robert buck/lyric: natalie merchant ]
Power
Dizzy with it stumble
Detail
A chance for us to quarrel
Anger
My head is shaken violent
If I could calm or restrain you
For the sake of pity
Save the pistol
Save the cynics tongue
Save the cool white stare
And treat me to an honest face sometime
Amaze me now
Trust is
The greatest human error
Empty
Used me as a vessel
Ruthless
Youre not known for subtlety
If I could calm or restrain you
For the sake of pity
Save the pistol
Save the cynics tongue
Save the cool white stare
And treat me to an honest face sometime
Amaze me now
Artful
Well theres quite a skill to torture
Half smile
Was it all you could deliver
Token
So hard to be pleasant
If you could calm or restrain it
For the sake of pity
Save the pistol
Save the cynics tongue
Save the cool white stare
And treat me to an honest face sometime
Amaze me now
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Having the fewest wants, I am nearest to the gods.
Having the fewest wants, I am nearest to the gods.
Silent Girl [Reprise]
That silent girl broke my heart
That's her passing now
That silent girl I gave my love
It is her paid me with hurt
What would I say to this silent girl
When all she reply is silence
Maybe if I were to be a silent boy
I wound understand the tongue of silence
But I am no silent boy you see
But I love you like the waters in the sea
It flows and flows and never dries up
Please teach me to be a silent boy
So I can love you in silence
Share with you, your sweet and sad moments.
Silent girl of the river goddess
you are silent, I am silent,
Will you hear me?
poem by Efe Benjamin
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My Lord and My God!
Restrain your anger, God;
The world today abounds in sin;
Man’s master is just money;
People have forgotten the lord.
Restrain your fury, God;
The sin of Sodom is rampant;
Definition of marriage is at stake;
Most nations do not fear the lord.
Restrain your wrath, O God;
The sin of Gomorrah persists;
Most indulge in such newer sins;
Man ignores his conscience.
Restrain your rage, O God;
The sanctity of sex is lost;
They murder babies within wombs;
’Tis time the world received your rod!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 4-8-2008
poem by John Celes
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Art is a reality, not a definition; inasmuch as it approaches a reality, it approaches perfection, and inasmuch as it approaches a mere definition, it is imperfect and untrue.
quote by Benjamin Haydon
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The Haunted Chamber. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
Each heart has its haunted chamber,
Where the silent moonlight falls!
On the floor are mysterious footsteps,
There are whispers along the walls!
And mine at times is haunted
By phantoms of the Past
As motionless as shadows
By the silent moonlight cast.
A form sits by the window,
That is not seen by day,
For as soon as the dawn approaches
It vanishes away.
It sits there in the moonlight
Itself as pale and still,
And points with its airy finger
Across the window-sill.
Without before the window,
There stands a gloomy pine,
Whose boughs wave upward and downward
As wave these thoughts of mine.
And underneath its branches
Is the grave of a little child,
Who died upon life's threshold,
And never wept nor smiled.
What are ye, O pallid phantoms!
That haunt my troubled brain?
That vanish when day approaches,
And at night return again?
What are ye, O pallid phantoms!
But the statues without breath,
That stand on the bridge overarching
The silent river of death?
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Gods
Gods of the white man,
Gods of the black man,
Gods of the almond shade
all of these Gods
have done one thing,
made the people afraid.
Gods of the red man,
Gods of the brown man
Gods of the yellow hue,
all of these Gods
have done the same
divided them into
Separate people
who've been led to believe
their God is the holy one
to save their souls
and pardon them
and deliver them
from earthly sin.
How can there be
so many Gods?
Isn't there only one?
One for every single soul
born unto this earth.
He's every color that there is
since the world's begun.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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My Long 'Day
My long 'day' approaches its 'night',
An egregious injustice approaches its right!
Truth comes into focus, becomes apparent-
Never have I once, from this, been errant!
The world must now and evermore, awaken,
To all, that from me, has been baselessly taken;
Silent no more, I speak a righteous tale,
No longer may they besmirch me or assail!
Far too much import is there, intrinsic,
To not dispute your mendacious mnesic!
So long as I live, so long as I breathe,
Shall I not cower from what I now sheathe-
Never to stop fighting until the fight is done,
Laying down my arms only when the battle is won!
Maurice Harris,20 September 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
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Silent
Silent when I have nothing to say.
Silent just to avoid the fray.
Silent when I am not sure.
Silent—I can't stand anymore.
Silent when you make me mad.
Silent I am when times are sad.
Silent when I am too shy.
Silent when I want to cry.
Silent as I carry life's load.
Silent... I may soon explode.
poem by Shaqueena Celestin
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The nearest boor is the nearest kinsman when the calf lies in the ditch.
A reaction to a film
A score of years my truth for you
A life without contact captured forever now here
This fact silent absorbed fed by my illusion
Filling the raw reality of moods silent eruption
As I watch myself ailing aging and fading
The flow approaches denouement this layer cake life
Never any release - no -nor any single word
Until death bed lips mouth your conjoured name
poem by Michael Oliver
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In The Lap Of The Gods
Ah ah ah ah ah
Leave it in the lap of the gods
Ah ah ah
I live my life for you
Think all my thoughts with you and only you
Anything you ask I do for you
I touch your lips with mine
But in the end I leave it to the lords
Leave it in the lap of the gods
What more can I do?
Leave it in the lap of the gods
I leave it to you
Leave it in the lap of the gods
Leave it in the lap of the gods
I want you to
Leave it in the lap of the gods
Leave it in the lap of the gods
Leave it in the lap of the gods
Lap of the gods
song performed by by Queen from Sheer Heart Attack
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And what does reward virtue? You think the communist commissar rewards virtue? You think a Hitler rewards virtue? You think, excuse me, if you'll pardon me, American presidents reward virtue? Do they choose their appointees on the basis of the virtue of the people appointed or on the basis of their political clout?
quote by Milton Friedman
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Beautiful Monster
Her stench lingers in the air I bathe in
Her skin in my hands I can still feel
The taste of her, my tongue craves it
The sight of her gives my body chills
She's become the one thing that haunts me
My nightmares and dreams are now the same
In cold, cold sweats her memory taunts me
She is the monster I can't restrain
She's the one thing that really scares me
The thing that goes bump in the night
She consumes my senses and impairs me
As beautiful as she is, she's such a fright
I'm terrified of what she has planned
And of the things I would let her try
I have to face my fears and make a stand
I have to look the monster in the eye
Shake the terror and regain my senses
Just endure what horrors she may bring
Now there she stands as my body tenses
And with her touch there comes a sting
A painful pleasure now burns from within
And quickly my world fades to black
Come back to myself with lips on her skin
And her nails still in my back
Now her stench I want to breathe it
And her skin I can't wait to feel
The taste of her, my tongue needs it
And the sight of her still gives me chills
Now she's the monster I won't restrain
It is me that she is haunting
All my fears no longer remain
For this beautiful monster I am wanting
poem by Joseph A. Solis
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Gods and Pinnacles
Over the houses of living beings
Places of Gods
Pinnacles of
Churches
Mosques
And temples
Colossal and magnificent
Glorious scare in the air
Those Gods never expected
Birds that fly in sky
Sometimes perch on that
And have a rest
Being a God of God
Without any care
Invaded investors
Build their glorious tombs
Exceeding the pinnacles
Gods and agents are silent
They want them
To scare the bellow and to follow
For the splendid survival
poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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The closer a man approaches tragedy the more intense is his concentration of emotion upon the fixed point of his commitment, which is to say the closer he approaches what in life we call fanaticism.
quote by Arthur Miller
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Silent Night...
Silent night, our discovery night
When concentration was limited to our world
The passion was embraced by the night
And we spoke our minds without a spoken word.
Silent night, our wanton night
A night of sneaky, invisible touches
Your touch illuminated an emotional light
Especially your sweet, silent smooches.
Silent night, when we had our sweet fight
How could I forget that sweet harassment?
When your kisses took me to a greater height
And your embrace gave me a life imprisonment.
Silent night, a night so long
We interacted with just our hands
Your full-lips tickled my searching tongue
With your smooches, love confirmed my plans.
Silent night, our special night
It wasn’t by money, but by might
Crying in silence, we were drowned in delight
With silent kisses, we maximized our silent night.
poem by Vyktor Ekott
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