I took three years off. I differentiated myself from the industry. Found my identity - sort of... I haven't graduated yet. I'm not legitimately educated yet, but maybe one day.
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Lost identity.
Lost identity.
My dream as a child.
Became a passion in my youth.
To search for my identity.
And search for the truth.
I differentiated myself from every other mortal.
I differentiated myself for a subtle known cause.
To be the best amongst all of them.
And to prevent them not to know of my identity loss
The good that I achieved
Doesn’t seem to be no more
Or probably it wasn’t good enough
For my conscience to be sure
I was probably the most competitive
In an effort to establish my superiority
I’m still to reach that ultimate position
To re-establish my lost identity.
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poem by Salma. Torrez
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I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
I have climbed the highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you
I have run I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
Only to be with you
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
It burned like fire
This burning desire
I have spoke with the tongue of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
I believe in the Kingdom Come
Then all the colors will bleed into one
But yes I'm still running
You broke the bonds
You loosened the chains
You carried the cross
And my shame
And my shame
You know I believed it
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
But I still haven't found
What I'm looking for
song performed by by Cher
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I was educated at Bradfield College and Oxford, where I graduated in 1939.
quote by Martin Ryle
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Identity Of I
Identity is not what I promise others
Identity is what I do when I am alone
Identity is what I think of others
Knowing all the hatred they've shown
Identity is what every wound reminds me
Identity is what I learn and what I pass by
Identity is what I see in the mirror
After giving my best try
Identity is what I make out of my given chance
Identity is what I accept and what I deny
No one else has control over me
Life is about me, and what I identify
poem by Abhiraj Rajadhyaksha
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Dense, Shallow and Dim
They may have graduated!
And may have been declared educated...
With top grades and honorable degrees.
They are taught to shake hands,
With poise as they stand.
And give sincere eye contact...
With the best of spoken English,
That identifies an ability
They have been groomed to regurgitate...
With assumed and unresearched facts.
They are challenged to do their best...
For purposes to produce for them big fat checks!
They are encouraged to socialize...
For an increase of status,
And a marketable name recognition that's prized!
But no one wants to criticize...
Their lack of common sense!
They seem not able to find it in books.
And for them a quality of life,
Grows more dense, shallow and dim!
For them who concentrate more on looks.
These are the future leaders now groomed...
By those with set values too long observed.
Those who prefer to sit and predict doom!
And not daring to teach or stretch these minds,
Beyond the 'hand-me-down' standards
Taught and confined,
In antiquated classrooms!
Leaving them with little...
Or nothing to use to successfully compete.
As they constantly compared themselves,
To people living in hunger...
Sympathized on TV,
Or ignored as they snob them on urban streets!
They may have graduated!
And may have been declared educated...
With top grades and honorable degrees.
But they are not the ones to lead,
With a wholesomeness needed to succeed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I haven't written anything in four years. I'm sort of dried up.
The Lonely Spider
The lonely spider reaches out
For what, you might ask?
If not to spin his web then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...
The lonely spider calls out
For what, you might ask?
If not for his mate then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...
The lonely spider waits
For what, you might ask?
If not for his food then for what?
For his identity
The identity of him
His identity...
'A spider doesn't have feelings! '
How should you know?
'A spider isn't that smart! '
That could be true.
'A spider can never have a real identity! '
And neither could you, or any of us
But we try to find one even if we're not looking
And thats our life... after which we die
What have we done with our life up until then?
Either we've thrown it away, gave it up, wrecked it, lived it up to the fullest, took it for granted, or got far in it.
We still had one.
It's up to us what we shall do with it
Just like the lonely spider
Who will probably just end up on the bottom of your shoe anyways
poem by Andreanna Atkins
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I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For
I HAVE CLIMBED THE HIGHEST MOUNTAINS
I HAVE RUN THROUGH THE FIELDS
ONLY TO BE WITH YOU
ONLY TO BE WITH YOU
I HAVE RUN I HAVE CRAWLED
I HAVE SCALED THESE CITY WALLS
THESE CITY WALLS
ONLY TO BE WITH YOU
BUT I STILL HAVEN┬┤T FOUND WHAT I┬┤M LOOKING FOR
BUT I STILL HAVEN┬┤T FOUND WHAT I┬┤M LOOKING FOR
I HAVE KISSED HONEY LIPS
FELT THE HEALING IN HER FINGERTIPS
IT BURNED LIKE FIRE
THIS BURNING DESIRE
I HAVE SPOKE WITH THE TONGUE OF ANGELS
I HAVE HELD THE HAND OF THE DEVIL
IT WAS WARM IN THE NIGHT
I WAS COLD AS A STONE
BUT I STILL HAVEN┬┤T FOUND WHAT I┬┤M LOOKING FOR
BUT I STILL HAVEN┬┤T FOUND WHAT I┬┤M LOOKING FOR
I BELIEVE IN THE KINGDOM COME
THEN ALL THE COLOURS WILL BLEED INTO ONE
BUT YES I┬┤M STILL RUNNING
YOU BROKE THE BONDS
YOU LOOSED THE CHAINS
YOU CARRIED THE CROSS
AND MY SHAME
AND MY SHAME
YOU KNOW I BELIEVE IT
BUT I STILL HAVEN┬┤T FOUND WHAT ...
song performed by by U2
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I don't think, there's no possible way for me, anyway, to play a character that I haven't found some sort of sublime compassion for and I related to Deborah on a way that almost, initially, almost in a way maybe someone in the audience might.
Is That a No?
I haven't seen you in a while.
But I will say this...
Somewhere,
From your trip back from Oz...
To where we are right now?
You must have found and smoked,
A bag of crack.
I haven't seen or heard from you,
In over five years...
Or more!
And you say God will bless me IF...
I allowed you and your family of five kids,
Of which three belong to you...
To have you and your girlfriend move in with me,
UNTIL you get your lives together?
Please don't get offended by this!
But do me a favor...
I want you to ask God,
Right now...
What would He do,
If I say to you...
You have got to be out of your mind! ?
'Is that a no? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's changing a bit, but the thing in LA is everyone is either in the industry, or knows someone who is in the industry. So, they don't let on that they recognize you, that's what I've found out.
quote by Catherine Bell
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My wife and I have been together since 1986. I graduated in '86 and she graduated in '88. We began dating when she was 17. Actually she turned 18 when we started kissing and stuff.
quote by Cuba Gooding, Jr.
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I Haven't Forgotten
I haven't forgotten when I meet you first!
I haven't forgotten when I greet you last!
I haven't forgotten your pretty face!
I haven't forgotten your smile and grace!
I haven't forgotten how we started chatting!
I haven't forgotten when we started dating!
I haven't forgotten our last walk together!
I haven't forgotten how I became a loser!
I haven't forgotten how it became too late!
I haven't forgotten when I understood fate!
I haven't forgotten that summer's northwester!
I haven't forgotten and won't forget ever!
poem by Asif Andalib
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To Take A Chance
To take a chance breaking your leg
Is futile and obsolete an act;
The sort of complexion found in laughter
Is an arm of the meal called breakfast.
Living among the rich found me heaven,
Keeping these bound to torture
As the keeper of fire was abiding here.
To wound around forty on the rope
Was considered a displeasure
Of the righteous actions not so.
I slept all night in the whole physics
And chemistry,
The whole of science bloomed with flowering
Plants that coincided with lightning
And the thunder following.
Excuse the wrong manners from above,
Pickings are rare and well educated.
poem by Naveed Akram
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We've grown from 18% of the profits of the top 25 companies in our industry to 23% of the profits of the top 25 companies in our industry over the last five years. Profits are up over 70%, where the industry profit is up about 35%. Pretty good.
quote by Steve Ballmer
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Me? ?
its lost so deep inside me
its all that will make me
my true identity
is now very hard to see
i wish you could see
the real me
i wish my identity
would turn into some sort
of escapee
dont you dare judge me
dont you dare call me a hypocrite
i have never ever showed you
two of me
poem by Meghan Andrews
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Baldwin is sort of getting to be a bit funny. I don't know what happened, but a few years ago they suddenly went bankrupt and Gibson bought the whole outfit. Since then they haven't seemed to be doing an awfully good job of providing pianos.
quote by Marian McPartland
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About the repentance
I am cheerful for what I’ve done
But more so for what I haven’t.
I am painful for what I’ve made
But more so for what I haven’t.
I am thankful for what I’ve got
But more so for what I haven’t.
I am shameful for what I’ve done
But more so for what I haven’t.
To rinse the sword won’t plug the blood;
To sheath the sword won’t heal the wound;
To break the sword won’t undo the wound.
Repentance is a selfish act
With no alternatives yet found.
06.05.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Really Haven't Got The Time
(Mike Pinder)
You want me to ride
In your car outside
Spend some time with you
Just an hour or two
But I really,
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
I'm a busy man
Workin' when I can
I got no time to lend
I got no time, time to spend
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Instrumental
I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
Workin' nine 'til five
Got to stay alive (I've got to stay alive)
Find somebody who (Go find somebody who)
Got some time for you (Who's got the time for you)
But I really
No, no, no, no
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
No, no, no, no
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
Really haven't got the time
(Really haven't got time)
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song performed by by Moody Blues
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Hidden Gems
Whenever we have, a sort out
we can almost guarantee we will find
hidden gems that have been forgotten
over the passing years.
Discovering these little gems
sends us back to our memory store
as we search to remind ourselves
of the time we got them many years ago.
These little gems found
bring a smile to us once more
as they did to us
all those years before.
1 October 2011
poem by David Harris
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