Every blessing ignored becomes a curse.
quote by Paulo Coelho
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Blessing In Disguise
Are you lonely?
Are you Crying?
Are those teardrops in your eyes
is it more blues, is is bad news,
is it a curse?, or a blessing in disguise.
Did you leave him?, do you love him?
Have you said your, said your last goodbyes
Is it over, hey
are you sorry?
Could it be a blessing in disguise
It's the scars that make you stronger
It's the hard times that make you rise,
It's the sweet things that only time bring, yeah
Gonna ride back a blessing in disguise
Ooooooooohhhhh!
Clouds roll by, and bring the rain
tears wiped dry to ease the pain
oh!
Are you lonely?
Are you Crying?
Are those teardrops in your eyes
is it more blues, is is bad news,
is it a curse?, or a blessing in disguise.
Is it a curse or a blessing in disguise
Is it a curse or a blessing in disguise
Is it a curse or a blessing in disguise
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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The Pride Of A Proud Man
The pride of a proud man
can be a blessing or a curse.
Blessing or curse to himself his
family rarely to an entire land.
Pride cometh before expected fall how
now will pillar obelisk power be recalled?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Wealth is not of necessity a curse, nor poverty a blessing. Wholesome and easy abundance is better than either extreme; better for our manhood that we have enough for daily comfort; enough for culture, for hospitality, for charity. More than this may or may not be a blessing. Certainly it can be a blessing only by being accepted as a trust.
quote by R.D. Hitchcock
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Do You Accept All Returns?
The sage raps of his anger;
His anger toward the world.
The world where his curse
is considered his blessing.
A blessing to know death?
A blessing to be shunned?
Do you accept all returns?
He decided on ignorance!
poem by Michael Fischer
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Once I Was
Once
you clapped
for me.
Now
you clap
for another.
Once
I was
your luck.
Now
your luck
is gone.
Now
your luck
is lost.
Once
I was your
Blessing.
Now
your blessing
is gone.
Now
your blessing
is lost.
Once
a blessing
in disguise.
Now
a blessing
denied.
Soon
your blessing
is leaving.
Soon
a blessing
in departure.
Soon
a blessing
no more.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Blessing In Disguise
Blessing in disguise
You were late for the office The bomb exploded on time
Thanks God! You were saved Every delay sometimes
Has its blessing.
So every time There is delay, do not curse,
Who knows? there might be Some reasons
who knows? Someone up there still cares for you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Is yours an honest lament?...Most are not, you know. Most self-imposed burdens are founded on misperceptions. We - at least we of sincere character - always judge ourselves by stricter standards than we expect others to abide by. It is a curse, I suppose, or a blessing, depending on how one views it... Take it as a blessing, my friend, an inner calling that forces you to strive to unattainable heights.
R.A. Salvatore in Sojourn
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One with Darkness
When ever I go out I go out fighting
Screaming for chance to finally end up dying
I have to murder to fulfill my end of this deal
Death is imminent, but something that I’ll never feel.
This is my curse, this is my curse
Sign upon the bloody line I should’ve thought of first
This is my curse, this is my curse
This is my curse, this is my curse
Killing for a living this can’t get any worse
This is my curse, this is my curse
How can I ever love someone else
When murder is my life, and I can’t even love myself
Every night I wake up next to another dead whore
Someone please stop me I don’t want to murder anymore
poem by Justin Schock
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For Better Or Worse
Verse1:
You could walk behind me
Or you could hold my hand
You could know me fully
Or never understand
And you can drive me crazy
Like only you can
Lifes blessing, lifes curse,
For better or worse
Verse2:
You could leave me stranded
Or hold me with your eyes
Come home empty handed
Or with a brilliant surprise
And you could sing me love songs
Or just make me blue
Lifes blessing, lifes curse,
For better or worse
Im with you
Bridge:
Sure there are plenty of fish in the sea
Flocks of birds on the rise
Baby, not for me
cause I live in paradise
Verse3:
And if harms way found you
You know Id be there
To wrap my love around you
To let you know I care
And when the angels came down
Id say dont you dare
You know not what you do
May God take me first
For better or worse
I love you
May God take me first
For better or worse
I love you
song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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Why has God given me such magnificent talent? It is a curse as well as a great blessing.
quote by Albrecht Durer
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You Mustn't Show Weakness
You mustn't show weakness
and you've got to have a tan.
But sometimes I feel like the thin veils
of Jewish women who faint
at weddings and on Yom Kippur.
You mustn't show weakness
and you've got to make a list
of all the things you can load
in a baby carriage without a baby.
This is the way things stand now:
if I pull out the stopper
after pampering myself in the bath,
I'm afraid that all of Jerusalem, and with it the whole world,
will drain out into the huge darkness.
In the daytime I lay traps for my memories
and at night I work in the Balaam Mills,
turning curse into blessing and blessing into curse.
And don't ever show weakness.
Sometimes I come crashing down inside myself
without anyone noticing. I'm like an ambulance
on two legs, hauling the patient
inside me to Last Aid
with the wailing of cry of a siren,
and people think it's ordinary speech.
Translated by Chana Bloch and Stephen Mitchell
poem by Yehuda Amichai
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It's a blessing and a curse. But it's not always the best situation to be in. As a profession, I don't recommend acting at all.
quote by Armand Assante
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O' What A Curse
Each Teardropp That I Cry
Each Sigh That I Make
Each Breath That I Take
Is Not Worth This Fate
To Fall For Someone Is A Blessing Alone
But To Fall For One Who Will Never Love You
Is A Curse Unknown
Not Even My Worst Enemy
I Would Wish This Fate
Not Even The Devil
Could Handle This Heartbreak
Desperation And Hope
Heartbroken And Alone
Love And Rejection
Will I Ever Be An Exception?
I Love Him My Friends
I Really Do
But O' What A Curse
For Him To Never Say
I Love You Too
poem by Sherice Malcolm
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An Accursed Day
I curse the day I met you mourn.
I curse the day I dour departed left.
I curse the day that I was birth born.
I curse the day of self-sought death.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Curse
When I first met you,
Thought you would be
A blessing to me…
Little did I realise
You would become
The curse of my life.
I can never ever
Forget you,
Nor forgive you.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Change, like sunshine, can be a friend or a foe, a blessing or a curse, a dawn or a dusk.
quote by William Arthur Ward
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Sleep's Curse
Sleep’s Curse
The curse of sleep that lies within,
May only be known by two therein.
In sharing one heart,
They create the part…
The curse of sleep that lies within.
The curse is thus so one can poll,
When one is half of another one’s whole.
It goes like this, in both it works.
There’s no escape from this one’s jerks.
When one is gone and the other’s there,
They both can’t sleep for no one’s near.
Each one will worry, and each one will fret.
Gaining no rest you can very well bet.
Reflect the curse with each together.
Neither one sleeps beneath the feather.
One seeks comfort the other to protect.
In this the curse laid bare and seen,
Sleep they shall never glean.
poem by Zachary Clougher
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Is Love A Gift
Love is a gift
Love is a curse
Faithfulness is the wrap
And betrayal is the slap
Love could be pain
When guilt is the rain
Love could be curse
When lust is the source
Love could be a blessing
This is not what I am guessing
When there is faithfulness and trust
Then love is not lust
Love could be death
Like an absence of breath
when you know you love
But you've been placed below
This is what I know
To love is to grow
But when you ar not loved
Life becomes hell
poem by klever Gold
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From The Nation Israel
It is The Lord who reigns on high, directing the lives of you and I,
Blessing those who come to Him, rebuking all, who remain in sin,
The same applies to nations too, in a promise to a righteous Jew,
Within God’s Promise to Abraham, He’ll bless or curse each land.
All God’s purposes He shall fulfill, through that tiny land of Israel,
Recalling His purpose and plan, which God revealed to Abraham.
Each nation that blesses his land, will be blessed by God’s hand,
And those that curse his country, God will curse for all of eternity.
In a land Abraham never possessed, all Israel will yet be blessed,
As the chosen land is given to, the peoples that God intended to,
And all the nations of this world, shall see the peace yet unfurled,
As the chosen Seed of Abraham, reigns from the Promised Land.
A land promised to only one, and his decedents through The Son,
Chosen at the world’s foundation, to reveal to all God’s Salvation,
It was in that land that Jesus Christ, became for God our sacrifice,
To reconcile, all the world to Him, by forgiving all men, of their sin.
From that land blessing will flow, to all nations who come to know,
Christ, who will reign from Israel, on His Throne, on God’s Holy Hill.
Cursed nations will be no more, as Christ rules from shore to shore,
With a Peace that will not end, and well beyond a Millennium friend.
(Copyright ©12/2008)
Dangerous Pastime
Is it a blessing,
To have nine lives?
Is it a blessing,
To Know no lies?
Is it a blessing,
To seek the Truth?
Is it a blessing,
To lose one's youth?
Is it a blessing,
To think these thoughts,
As Death takes sips,
From our life draughts?
Is it a blessing,
To hold her hand,
As it slowly fades,
And turns to sand?
Is it a blessing,
To die with her,
Or live on still,
A lonely cur?
And do my thoughts,
Yet waste my time?
And do your thoughts,
Still coincide?
And shall we walk,
And wish to fly,
And ask the skies,
For just more time?
Shall we yet wait
Your hand in mine?
And listen still
For a reply?
Or shall we live,
Woman and man,
And spend our time,
The best we can?
Curiosity killed the cat,
But the cat has nine lives.
Eight left,
what's next,
A dangerous pet
And a dangerous pastime!
poem by William Blake Beckett
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