Early in life I had to choose between honest arrogance and hypocritical humility. I chose the former and have seen no reason to change.
quote by Frank Lloyd Wright
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Life is a short journey.
Life is a short journey
It may be bitter
It may be honey
Life is a short journey
Choose your way
Choose your mate
You won't be early
You won't be late
Our ways may differ
But our end is there
Go by car or by train
Go on foot or by plane
Go on horseback or by rocket
Go by bike or by boat
Life is a short journey
All of us will be on time
All of us will be the same
All of us will have a luggage
Choose what to leave
Choose what to take
Choose what to build
Choose what to break
Life is a short journey
Whether you like it
Or you don't
You try to change it
But you can't
Life is a short journey.
poem by Bouche Cousue
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No Reason
All of us beleive
That this is not up to you
The fact of the matter is
That it's up to me
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey
Let's Go
How can we fake this anymore
To turn our backs away, and chose to just ignore
(Some say)Some say it's ignorance
It makes 'em feel some innocent
It takes away a part of me
That I won't let go of
Tell me why can't you see, it's not the way
When we all fall down, it will be too late
Why is there no reason we can't change
When we all fall down, who will take the blame
Will it take
Nothing could ever be this real
A life unsatisfied, that I could never feel
(Some Say)This future's not so bright
Some can't make the sacrifice
It's much more than just black and white
And I won't follow
Tell me why can't you see, it's not the way
When we all fall down, it will be too late
Why is there no reason we can't change
When we all fall down, who will take the blame
Will it take
Times like these I've come to see how,
Everything but time is running out
Hey, Hey, Hey
Hey, Hey, Hey
What
All of us beleive
In what we need
What we have's what we don't see
Tell me why can't you see, it's not the way
When we all fall down, it will be too late
Why is there no reason we can't change
When we all fall down, who will take the blame
Will it take
Tell me why can't you see, it's not the way
(so how long, has this gone, i don't see this ending)
When we all fall down, it will be too late
(it's too late, we can't change, what has now begun)
Why is there no reason we can't change
(we have time, it's not right, why are we pretending)
When we all fall down, who will take the blame
(we fit along, for so long)
Will it take
(WE KNEW THIS ALL ALONG)
song performed by by Sum 41
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Change
Once there was a man of power
Had no care for human life
Then one day he saw his living lie
Growing all around him
The wheel of change had taken over
Found a love he never knew
Now he teaches children what is true
Gather all around him
What made him choose to turn away
What makes us change our mind
The will to see turns you around
There is no explanation why
There is no rhyme or reason
Just feel the love and youre alive
Running around in your confusion
From the cradle to the grave
Aint got time to see the world go by
Where are you going
Always moving round in circles
Talking words that never end
Standing in the grip of madness
Why oh why
What are you saying
How can we choose to run away
How do we change our mind
See the perception turn around
There is no explanation why
There is no rhyme or reason
Just feel the love and youre alive
Realise this understanding
Move before it gets too late
Take this chance
Or life will pass you by
This is the only way
We must pull ourselves together
Theres so much we must explain
Got to teach the children what is true
There is no other way
Why did we choose to turn away
Why did we change our mind
The will to see turns you around
There is no explanation why
There is no rhyme or reason
Just feel the love and youre alive
The incredible gift of life
Where the fire within burns bright
Every moment we live is true
And the spirit is all in you
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Sonnet: Choose The Things in Your Life
0 choose your friend who must be good as you;
And choose your spouse better than you; make sure;
And choose the one best as your Teacher too;
And choose ambitions that suit your nature.
0 choose the profession thats truly best;
And choose the hobbies that ne'er interfere;
And choose your Time to begin work, take rest;
And choose your enemies, you surely fear.
0 choose your food that gives extended health;
And choose your garments -comfortable wear;
And choose the honest way to added wealth;
And choose the burden right, body can bear.
0 choose the people who deserve help most;
And choose good principles, yet never boast.
poem by John Celes
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How Dare He Not Need Us
He...
'That' one,
Should be punished!
'Why? '
He promised to take public money,
To finance his campaign!
The money we worked hard for,
And donated towards those running
For political office!
'He changed his mind!
Saying he preferred not to do that.
He wanted to find another way...
Than to diminish the public trust!
That is the reason why he didn't take it! '
But that makes us angry!
He did not give us one opportunity...
Not one chance to deny him.
Or throw that in his face...
If we chose to do so!
We are outraged by his arrogance!
How dare he not need us?
His success has been enormous.
This is appalling.
Where is the justice in this?
We want his virtue and integrity investigated.
What makes him think he is better,
Than the thieves and crooks...
We have grown accustomed!
He has chosen to be honest?
And 'this' is not reflective,
Of our way of life.
How can we trust him,
To represent our interests?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do Not Wear A Sad Face
i know sometimes
just like the seasons: this winter and summer
and spring and fall,
we change, we are governed by the laws of change
no doubt, but we can also choose what we want to be
i choose not to wear a sad face
i choose happiness
i choose bliss, i choose joy, i choose to be
the happy child of God, his joyful man, his smiling servant
there are sad moments
but there is no reason to be sad
this free will
wills to be happy, and no one, not even the devil
that lurks in the sad corners of sorrows
can take that disposition away from us
for in truth
the true child of God is the happy one
because he is loved
and every moment he is well taken cared of
more than the sparrows
whose only abundance
is found in the feathers
whose only home
is the nest
whose only treasure
are the clouds
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Chose to Like My Own Life
I chose to like my own life.
It wasn't easy then to do it.
Since many then pretended,
With no identifiable dignity.
Or a pride that had reality.
I chose to live my life right.
Free of masquerades,
And...
Those days I spent charading.
With dim light to pass.
I chose to greet the morning Sun.
Feeling a freedom at last.
Like never before I felt could be done.
I opened the door inside of me once closed.
And released my own mind...
To find a truth I could believe,
See and daily breathe.
And wanting more of 'me' exposed.
And I chose to like my own life.
Not finding fault or wrong with it.
Or defending what for me felt right.
What for me I knew existed.
I chose to like my own life to live,
As I do...
To prove,
It is mine to live it as I choose.
And this day I choose to live my life!
And so peaceful do I sleep at night.
Free of masquerades,
And...
Those days I spent charading,
Behind an assortment of masks.
With no direction on my path,
Cemented and paved.
I chose to like my own life.
It wasn't easy then.
Since many then pretended.
As if that was their task.
And pretending for me,
Has ended.
As clear as unstained glass,
Allows light to pass through it brighter...
With no intention to leave a blemish.
Coming as it does,
To radiate that which lives.
And this day I choose to live my life!
For me...and you too.
To get those deeds we need to do,
Done.
Knowing now we have identified,
And overcomed the fear...
Of liking one another like we like ourselves.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Changes of Life
Life as you know it can change,
Life can change in a second,
Life how humans know it is hard,
Harder than anything else you will have to face
We can make our lives into whatever we want,
We can make it good or bad,
You have control of the path,
You may think life can not get worse,
But it can always get worse
Chose the path you will take wisely,
If you chose thhe wrong path,
You can always change with hard work,
You can change yourself,
Hard work is the key to use
Life can be good or bad,
Life wll change as you grow older,
You will hhave to go throw a lot of stuff,
Life can end in a second,
So enjy what you have
poem by Cherish Bernstein
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Just a Matter Of Perception
Father?
Should I give them a clue,
As to whose rules these are?
Or WHO chose them to play?
I'm having too much fun.
Why should I let 'their' frustrations,
Get in 'my' way?
They have no idea,
What they have started with their wickedness.
And what has initiated...
In new ways,
Why some folks have displayed their mischieviousness...
In such a deviousness today.
And even though it is just a matter of perception...
I want to let them know how their perceptions,
Are being received.
If they only knew,
'How' you were watching their every move...
They would choose to pray.
For real and with devoted faith!
'My son?
You would love to give away 'all' of my secrets.
Wouldn't you? '
Well...
Not exactly!
I just want to 'enlighten' them a bit.
You know...
Set them straight!
'I'm 'perceiving' your arrogance as getting obnoxious!
A little be to the 'right'...
And you'd be hopping on my last nerve!
I give you a little power.
And you are ready to emblazen your image,
On the face of the Sun! '
OH! No!
No, Your Highness!
I don't want nobody to know I've got it like that!
I'm in the humility business.
That's the way I want those perceptions of me kept!
'Good!
Good choice!
All I've ask of you,
Is to do your 'communication' thing...
As creative as possible.
And mind your business.
That's all.
I don't need for you to wave a magic wand! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The only Way to go.
Some choose to grow old quietly
but others take a different view.
They chose to live disgracefully.
Why should you give up having fun.
Because you’ve reached a certain age.
There are still things you haven’t done.
You want to do before you die
Though your time may be limited.
You see no reason not to try
To make your madcap dreams come true.
Why should you sit and vegetate
as other folks expect you to.
You are the captain of your fate.
So you can do what you want to.
Tomorrow may be far too late.
So do it now immediately.
Regardless of the consequence.
What does it matter anyway?
Society may not agree.
You have the right to your own view
Choose to act disgracefully.
You’ll find that life is much more fun
than sitting watching the T.V.
Show the world you’re still someone
Seize every opportunity
that life’s prepared to offer you.
To shock your neighbours thoroughly.
They choose to sit and wait to die.
You choose to do the opposite.
You won’t surrender easily/
But fight until your final breath
because it is your nature to
Although you know you can’t beat death.
You know that one day you must die
but until then you choose to live
Just as you wish disgracefully.
01/09/09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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It Is Still Too Early To Cry
Life's bleak
There's no other way to flee
from the broken glass fragments
scattered across the floor.
Watching pieces of my face
staring back at me
as my head hung low
looking at those flawed reflections.
Blood dripping on the brick
the now silent culprit
who blew that precious mirror
right in front of my face.
Happened in a flash
nothing I could save
just be glad that my eyes
are spared from the graze.
The blizzards are blowing
the wind won't stop howling,
but it is still too early to fall...
It is still too early to cry.
The old me would feel like quitting
but I have a reason to keep on standing,
because I can see with my very eyes
that the season is still too early...
It is still too early to cry.
Wishing the dark to be eternal
as flesh curled up in a corner
locked in a fetal position
not wanting to wake up again.
But Time waits for no one
and dawn disturbs my slumber
as if my rest has never happened,
the cycle goes on and on.
The blizzards are blowing
the wind won't stop howling,
but it is still too early to fall...
It is still too early to cry.
The old me would feel like quitting
but I have a reason to keep on standing,
because I can see with my very eyes
that the season is still too early...
It is still too early to cry.
(Nature's song rings so eternal:
Life slips into death,
death rises into life.
Seasons come and passes
nothing is ever permanent
change, is inevitable
and those who refuse to die
would never have tasted life.)
The blizzards are blowing
the wind won't stop howling,
but it is still too early to fall...
It is still too early to cry.
The old me would feel like quitting
but I have a reason to keep on standing,
because I can see with my very eyes
that the season is still too early...
It is still too early to cry.
What's broken, is already broken
but it is still too early to cry...
I still have a long way to go.
poem by Wilson Khor Woo Han
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Give Me A Reason
Well we change from one extreme to another
Can you help me with my shame
I didnt mean to when I kicked and punched
From nowhere this demon came
Forgive me for this mindless mood
Accept this honest plea
Dont use me for the devils food
And throw away the key
Give me a reason so Ive got
Someone else to blame
Give me the reason so Ive got
Something else to blame
I only meant to wipe away the cries
With the softness of my hand
I didnt mean to break the tie
Im after all a family man
Give me a reason so Ive got
Someone else to blame
Give me the reason so Ive got
Something else to blame
Give me the reason
Give me a reason
I am the master of this house
Dont try to run away
I tried the same things at your age
And I was also made to pay
Forgive me for this mindless mood
Accept this honest plea
Dont use me for the devils food
And throw away the key
Mister patience and misses alike
Upon and throughout the land
A lot of attention
With a heap of affection
Wouldnt go astray
Give me a reason so Ive got
Someone else to blame
Give me the reason so Ive got
Something else to blame
This is the reason, one of the reasons
I am the reason so Ive got only myself to blame
I am the reason so Ive got no-one else to blame
song performed by by Madness
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I
I
we don’t know where it is located
whether I is in the brain
only exist in the human mind
or just an emotion
place beneath the skin
ego
the I
is the letter, found in the center of pride
the reason of most humiliation
condemnation
depression
when pride overpowers humility
when unforgiveness clouds the inner spirit
but we can banish this I-seeking self
by changing our I-belief
what you believe is the cause
of your personality
becomes your thought
your habit
your character
your behavior
and your destiny
your belief determines your reaction
to every life situation
your choices
and it influences your emotion.
Belief defines who you are
loving or unlovable
skillful or not
creative or not
Intelligent or not
In control, grounded or not
So change what you believe
you are one of the pieces in life’s puzzle
change your belief
change your I ams
I am happy
I am lovable
I am overjoyed
I am energized
delighted
Creative
Change your intentions
Change your thoughts
Change your beliefs
make the best of your I
poem by Champs Ulysses Cabinatan
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The Immunity (Chapter 9, Verses 67-68, Holy Koran)
I ask for refuge to Allah from Satan the exiled evildoer.
In the name of Allah the Kind and the Merciful Giver.
Hypocritical men and hypocritical women are all the same
They urge the people to do evil things
And regarding good works they forbid them
And they are squanderer
They have forgot Allah the Giver
Therefore Allah will forget them forever
Surely every hypocritical person is transgressor.
It's Allah's promise
The hypocritical men and women and those who disbelieve
In hell's fire they will live
They will stay there forever
Enough for them is hell's fire
They provoke God's anger
So they will be punished forever and ever.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Resented For Expressing Their Indifference
Taking visable pride to have ousted,
Those they delighted to have ostracized.
In the doing of it to ruin those lives.
Because there had been a time...
Those despising to be criticized,
Defended their pretentions with alibis and lies.
And took advantage of others,
With this blinded way of looking at life.
Have now come to recognize...
Their approach to be stubborn,
Has come back to razor bite every concept...
They accepted for them to be as right.
So wrong and head strong,
Many now know they have been.
And now for some reason,
Those character assassinated are today being accused...
For not being strong enough,
To stand their ground with the accepting of abuse.
But chose to remain distant,
From those who insisted they were mavericks and misfits.
And now for some reason,
Those who persisted to stay foolish can not explain...
Why those who had been shunned,
Have become resented for expressing their indifference.
And have made their commitments to a keeping of their distance.
Proving without doubt,
That those who are demons can switch their decisions.
And dance on several hypocritical levels...
Without within themselves find a single flaw to fault.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Believe So...
does the wind choose to blow?
do rivers choose to run?
does your heart choose to beat?
i believe so...
does the earth choose to turn,
in perfect rhythm, year by year?
do the tides choose to come and go,
in cadence with the moon?
i believe so...
does society choose to be oppressed,
if only by apathy's inaction?
do we choose to let people starve
when we turn the other head?
i believe so...
do we choose war over peace,
to feed the need of greed?
do we choose to destroy nature
by our very lifestyles?
i believe so....
but can we change destiny,
and avert the final blow?
can we open our minds and hearts,
and reclaim life for the living?
i believe so...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The United States did not choose to fight Islamic extremists. These terrorists chose to fight our way of life. They chose to challenge our existence.
quote by John Boehner
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An Attitude
The life never ment to be the same for all of us
It's just destines game
I don't have someone to blame
And I've always believed everything that happens to us has a reason beyond
Just we always come out of the darkest ways holding lights within hearts
Everything is there for a good reason I believe
Some of us with laughter was came to the life
Some of us with tears since their first breath are friends
Just this is how the life always used to be unfair
But something I've got never sufferings and tears would change the realities
Only thing they can do to bring more sadness more tears
It's all about patience
If you have nothing to change for what are your sufferings
They have nothing to do just to make things worse and harder to bear
The life is a school some of us graduates holding in their hands hearts filled with patience and charity
Some go to wrong ways it always depends to our attitudes and good seeds inside us.
I've chosen my path to God
I can see clearly the way that guides me to God
My attitude the positively look to the life
I can't turn the blacks to the whites
I don't have a magic stakes
To change impossibility's
I try to do my best to go ahead
With wright steps
But if there are things can't be changed in life
I'll never chose the darkened ways to make my changes
Just to feed my own interests
There are things are therefore to stay
You have to believe
It's about your attitudes.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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A Lecture
While reciting, ‘Whose your daddy’
In the ears that student made ‘Choose your daddy’.
To my ears, he meant destiny is the father
While the main land is the mother.
Bad minds think alike
Makes a sweet scent, a toxic fume
Who ever smell it be made a destiny, a doom.
Life is never a choosy house
One choose, a devil’s tongue
No human ever chose, just He chose
Chose for good, even for the bad men.
One word can make a million meanings
Things are clear, but not that clearer.
Destiny is the book by God
No can dared to write such a book.
The line is for entertainment
So not all things teach things.
poem by Deepta Protik Osman
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I Am Going to Throw My Arrogance Around
You may think this distasteful,
And I can care less.
But I am going to throw my arrogance around.
With a pulchritude that is peacocked.
Like a rooster doing goose steps.
And swimming like a swan,
On my own fresh water pond.
Why?
Because that's what I choose to do.
You?
Can take a hike or fly a kite!
Like I said...
I can care less.
I am going to throw my arrogance around.
And guess what?
Not even seek your approval.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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