If men could regard the events of their own lives with more open minds, they would frequently discover that they did not really desire the things they failed to obtain.
quote by Andre Maurois
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An Ever Open Door
Desire to live, love and dream
Desire to desire more
Desire is the flirtiest whim
It's an ever open door.
Desire to touch you once
Desire to break into a dance
Desire to hold your hand
Desire to build on sand!
It's an ever open door
You desire and desire more!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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I think the big thing I've had going for me in that regard has been the success of the league. I don't have quite as much control over things as people believe, so I frequently receive more credit than I deserve, and occasionally more criticism as well.
quote by Pete Rozelle
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Time Shocks Merging Sift Pulse Surging
the door into the past does indeed
swing open going both ways time shocks merging
many are presently frequently fried
upon events past momentous still sift pulse surging
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Too Impatient to Explain the Basics
To those who say,
They have no time to utilize...
That which provides a convenience in their lives.
Are finding a way to say,
They are too lazy to updat their minds.
Will eventually discover they have been left behind,
By those too impatient to explain the basics.
Keep up the pace,
That's all it takes.
And those little things people hold in their hands.
What are they called again?
You know...
Those little things folks hold to their ears,
And talk?
I recently saw that as I walked.
'Cellphones? ? ? '
Wow!
What progress.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXIII: Complimentary
Some regard it as an honor
Some regard it as a burden
Some regard it as a formality
Some regard it as a flattery
Some regard it as an improver
Some regard it as an insult
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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The Stalker
first came the obsession stage
then their mind became full of rage.
it does not matter if they're man or woman
for it is the same, their obsession becomes a game.
it usually starts off as admiration or a desire
to be with a person who has sparked their fire.
they start to fantasize every day
and how in their lives, the role they'll play.
it starts off simply as becoming their mate
and when that fails it turns to hate.
but in their minds all they could see
is that it's a love 'between her/he and me.
they feel that it's their heart, thats in control
and that it will touch the others soul.
they can not see that they are obsessed
with an inner desire, and that they are
not a knight in shining armour.
soon their mind and actions become as one
then they may reach for a gun.
for in their mind they belong together
and that their lives will be much better.
but when they realize that they've been rejected
than their minds become more infected.
from here on they no longer become a talker
instead they change their hat to a STALKER.
they will follow the person all around
in hopes that they will have a chance
to be their savior, and then looked upon in favor.
they have no concept of the hurt that they create
and the fears that they put a person through.
but in their minds, thats not what they do.
they were put here to enter that persons life
to become their husbands or their wives.
in their minds, they can do no wrong
for their love is much too strong.
fear the STALKERS- for they know not what they do
don't let them get close to you.
poem by Louis Rams
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Wizards of Illusion
Common sense?
Those who are discovered with it,
Are rare.
And leaves those believing...
An ivy league school,
Is where one can get this.
At someone's foolish expense.
With a jealousy directed to a few...
Who obtain scholarships.
As if this promotes and bestows,
An advantage for others that does not exist.
But common sense goes unused,
Frequently...
By those trying to fit their feet...
In shoes too small,
And minds unprepared...
To explain how they are ever going to wear them!
And yet,
Many do manage to amaze shocked masses,
Who eventually become influenced by such trickery.
To the point where they find themselves,
Supporting such 'wizards' of illusion.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jeane
Jeane
The low-life has lost its appeal
And i'm tired of walking these streets
To a room with its cupboards bare
Jeane
I'm not sure what happiness means
But i look in your eyes
And i know
Oh ...
That it isn't there
Oh, we tried, and we failed
Oh, we tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried
Oh, jeane
There's ice on the sink where we bathe
So how can you call this a home
When you know it's a grave ?
Yet you still have that greedy grace
As you tidy the place
But it will never be clean
Jeane
We tried and we failed
We tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
And we tried
Oh ...
Cash on the nail
It's just a fairytale
Oh ...
And i don't believe in magic anymore
Jeane
But i think you know
I really think you know
Oh ...
Oh yes, i think you know the truth
Jeane
Oh ...
No heavenly choirs
Not for me and not for you
Because i think you know
I really think you know
Oh ...
I think you know the truth
Oh, jeane
We tried, and we failed
We tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried
song performed by by Smiths
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Women's virtue is frequently nothing but a regard to their own quiet and a tenderness for their reputation.
quote by Francois de La Rochefoucauld
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The Eternal Twins: Love And Hate
It consumes without regard
It shape without regard
It bends you to its will
We are helpless in its power
We look for it but it finds us
It devours without regard
It destroys without regard
It brought nations to its knees
And lifted its people
It gives power without regard
It enslaves without regard
We are but pebbles in its wake
When it overflows in us
And yet.... Its ugly twin holds
Power over it
It consumes without regard
It shapes without regard
It bends you to its will
We are helpless in its power....
poem by Leonid Gonzalez
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Letting Life Serve You
when you write
some words
you always have someone in mind
someone that you wonder
because you cannot control her
because she has become
too unpredictable
as she
like a worm grapples with the slowness
of her movements
upon the
indrawn lines of the leaf
seeping time
like tea
soon things happens by themselves
without our knowing
how the cocoon's silence
breaks and
gives way to life
how wings grow from
arms
how minds open like parachutes
of morning glories
along the untrodden paths of
this earth
you decide finally that sitting down
is the best thing to do
watching has become the wisest
philosophical option
things unfold like letters
that we have failed to read
chairs open their plain smoothness
for us to be there
tables are always ready with food
shoes get inside your feet
life becomes a banquet
and all those that it had given life
is always there to serve
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Manipulative Production
Depending on things,
With a limited purpose
To please and feed a mind teased.
And eventually exchanged,
To open the way to obtain more things.
This
Is not a life lived.
But a manipulative production,
That keeps the greedy fed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Woman has poor memory.
She knows not you;
She knows you.
She minds you.
Your figure fails to allure.
Lust is not in her eyes
Unlike it is in yours.
Your contacts only can.
She is moved by events.
Woman forgets man fast
She lives in his holdfast.
16.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Those 'New To Discover Life' People
Often I am amused by those...
'New To Discover Life' people.
Either they have been rehabiliated in prision.
Or a brick wall they have run into most of their lives,
Suddenly provided them with insight.
Reconditioned to mingle about,
In today's dysfunctional society...
Has instilled within their minds certain beliefs,
That everyone they pass along city streets...
Needs someone who has been recently 'released',
To provide them with guidance and moral comfort.
Often I am amused by those...
'New To Discover Life' people.
Either they have been rehabiliated in prison.
Or a brick wall they have run into most of their lives,
Suddenly provided them with insight.
And those who face and battle their struggles,
On a daily basis...
Without sitting in a cell or running into bricks,
Have been deluded by their lives lived in reality.
And they sit with wishes wanting to hear...
Fables from an ex-con,
Who made choices to live life quick.
And still seeks to live as easy as possible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am more and more convinced that our happiness depends more on how we meet the events in our lives, than on those events themselves.
quote by Alexander Humboldt
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It's not the events of our lives that shape us, but our beliefs as to what those events mean.
quote by Tony Robbins
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You see, it's never the environment; it's never the events of our lives, but the meaning we attach to the events - how we interpret them - that shapes who we are today and who we'll become tomorrow.
quote by Tony Robbins
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Great minds discuss ideas; Average minds discuss events; Small minds discuss people.
quote by Eleanor Roosevelt
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Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.
quote by Eleanor Roosevelt
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Indepth Information and Eye Contact
Oh, I have a lot to say.
Especially to those who have betrayed,
The trust of others.
And they continue to charade,
In the face of those they have deceived...
With misdeeds.
Oh, I have a lot to say.
Oh, I have a lot to say.
To those who sit with puckered lips.
With silent voices to offer...
When their opinions could change,
The lives they daily complain...
To unconcerned others about.
Instead of taking the opportunity,
To open their mouths.
Especially around those,
Who have the authority to make changes.
Don't bring your dirt to me.
Then pick up the phone to tell anyone,
Why you believe my actions will not please!
As you slander, character assassinate...
And backstab me!
Oh, I have a lot to say!
Yes,
I have a lot to say.
After witnessing a people let their lives decay.
After watching these same people,
Have things go their way to have the nerve to say...
How others who have dedicated their lives to do things right,
And unafraid.
Are deserving to be despised by those who tell lies?
I don't think so!
Oh, I have a lot to say!
AND...
This wont be done behind anyone's back.
I want them to feel my breath.
As I express my desire to request and get,
From them...
Indepth information and eye contact!
With facts I am fed until my satisfaction arrives.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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