Life is pain, highness. Anyone who tells you differently is selling something.
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Life is pain, highness Anyone who says differently is selling something.
quote by William Goldman
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Life is pain, anyone who says differently is selling something.
William Goldman in The Princess Bride
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Differently
Wish you told me by and by,
That my life would come to this,
That I'd have to find a way
to let things go,
That my friends would turn to foes,
And my love would come to blows,
Then I would have done some things
differently.
Differently...
I would ask you out every night.
Differently...
And I would make you feel so good.
Differently...
And appreciate the things that
you bring to me, babe.
Differently...
Oh yes I would, oh yeah.
Yeah, I know you tried and tried,
But your signal I just missed,
When you said my little girl
would soon be gone,
Yes I didn't hear you then,
And it might be too late now,
That's another thing I'd do
differently.
Differently...
Like trying to make you feel
loved every day.
Differently...
And saying little things to
let you know how I feel.
Differently...
Yes I can hear your young
voice calling me, babe.
Differently...
Oh yes I can.
When I 'm away I call you up,
And you don't seem to miss me as much,
But I know our love
is still there in your heart,
Just differently.
Differently...
Oh yes, I can hear your young
voice calling me, babe.
Differently...
Oh yes I can.
Differently...
I'd appreciate the things that you
bring to me babe, yes I would.
Differently...
Oh come on back to me babe,
bring your love back to me.
Differently...
Oh yeah I need your love,
I need your love.
Differently...
Yes I can tell you babe,
I need your love.
Differently...
Today is a brand new day, yes it is.
Differently...
Got to get your love back, babe,
come on now bring it back to me.
Differently...
Turn it around babe, turn it
around and bring it back.
Differently...
Yeah, yeah, oh yeah, got to get
your love back, come on babe.
Differently...
Yeah I can hear your young
voice calling me babe.
Differently...
Come on back to me, come on back,
yeah yeah, turn it around.
Differently...
Oh yes I can, yes I can.
Differently.
song performed by by Neil Young
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I Wont Buy It!
if you're selling salvation
for a one time donation...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling comfort
at the expense of the poor...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling protection
at the cost of individual rights...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling love
bought with diamonds and drugs...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling truth,
but your version of truth...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling today
at the final cost of tomorrow...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling freedom
fed by guns and invasions,
i wont buy it!
get it through your head...
i wont buy it!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A woman has many faces as she goes through her life. It's like we need more than one hair-do. We have many, many changes in the evolution of our lives. We have, we learn, and we grow; we view life differently, and life views us differently.
quote by Sharon Stone
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You are the most highness
You are the most highness
You are just a simple woman, as other in this world
but I can see in your eyes, you are most highness crown
you also a human creature, but seem to be very special
I have no words for you, how to clarify your practical
There is no one above you, neither in your level
I pray to your humankind, and you're adorable
You didn't gave me anything, but I got from you everything
you are the most Highness, queen of the great king
Enthusiasm, soul procession these all I learn from you
you gave me my inner life, which is entirely different type
I came to my real life, I didn't know that all your kind
I am your contribution, you use however, I don't mind
Your thinking, your loving very differ than anyone else
if I ill will come to you, I don't need physician or pills
you are the most wonder of life, you are the most high
there is nothing more desire if I can breathe your nearby
No Dictionary can write about you, no warrior can fight with you
you made from uncontaminated soul, stronger than that is who?
I am very proud of you; I will be always in your side
you are most wonderful, you are the crown super high
poem by Rabi Chandra Bhattarai
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I am rude
I am in the midst of writing about my life
And here comes
Someone interrupting me
She rings the doorbell
Sounding like what she tells you is very important
Like what she is bringing you
Heaven and earth
You open the door
And ask her
She is selling herself
It isn’t fine. I am rude.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ten-year-old boys move differently than middle-aged women, who move differently than athletic guys, who move differently than government bureaucrats.
Demon voice
he tells me to fight not to walk away
he tells me to scream not to talk rational
he tells me to hate not to forgive
he tells me destroy not to create
he tells me to give in
he tells me to kill
he knows i'm getting weaker
he knows it's almost his time
he knows he will be free
he knows he will have fun
he knows it will be a bloody ride to the end
he knows the end is death and so do i
poem by Paddy Jansen
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Monster Man
Return to lands his father owns,
Pursue him as my food,
He is the son that presses bones
And is to catch but chewed.
I am a lonesome monster man
That can not see the life,
It is a highness that began
With highness of my wife.
On Sunday, cool is your belief
That women managed bane,
This wife is bad and must be chief
Of misery, again.
I eat of men and bones and flesh,
The opposite of good,
But does my wife keep fresh
Her meat at home - she would?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Sir
Sir
You are selling the Sea
One of the most important
Piece of possesion
That you have and own
Is that Sea
That Sea is full of minerals
In that Sea all the marine life lives
I am sad to see that you are selling it
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Might Have Ben Hur
Everything I know
Tells me she's everything
That I could hope for
Everything I know
Tells me I can't let her walk away
bridge:
I took my time to find the words
I hope she feel'd the same
chorus:
'Cause I want someone to share my smile
To share the pain
To be there when the sea turns gray
To share the joy
For better or worse
And I thought that it might have been her
I thought that it might have been her
Wonder if she knows
The way I saw her soul
Light up my life
Wonder if she knows
of the pain I feel tonight
song performed by by Switchfoot
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What We See In The Rainbow
We see it only after the rain
We see in it a glimpse of pain
Where hope is there to show a way
When we feel very down and astray
When we talk about the pretty rainbow
There're so many things with it that show
That tell us to make the best of things
That moves around us in life's ring
It tells us the thing that is main
Is to watch out life in the fast lane
And tells us to only think positive
And stop thinking negative
And it tells us in this world asleep
Still water runs deep
So be careful and never sigh
And take encouragement from rainbow high.
Seema Chowdhury
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Is She Not Silly?
you are making my life
so miserable
she tells him
why? why? why?
she asks three times
when i only want to make
you happy
to please you
to remove from you
that plaster of pain
from that bruised part
of your body?
she tells him of
her intentions
there is no answer
he is one hour from death
bleeding
yet she is still there
asking for an
answer
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Admiral Mike
(michael nesmith)
Peaceful music (bmi)
Lead vocal: micky dolenz
Youre selling ads you slimy toad
Dont smile at me and shake my hand
Youre killing me
Youre killing us
Because youre only
only selling ads
Youre selling ads you stupid twit
The naked lunch is on your knife
The homicides are suicides
Because youre only
only selling ads
Your copy kills
Your copy smells
Realities are crushed beneath the ads your copy sells
Go back to hell you giddy fools
There is no truth you cannot maim
He killed himself
You killed him first
Because youre only
only selling ads
Your copy kills
Your copy smells
Realities are crushed beneath the ads your copy sells
Youre selling ads you slimy toad
Dont smile at me and shake my hand
Youre killing me
Youre killing us
Because youre only
only selling ads
Because youre only only selling ads
Because youre only only selling ads
Because youre only only selling ads
song performed by by Monkees
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Pain
This pain I feel I can no longer Stomach
its crying out for help but I won't let it leave
She's bottled up and can't get out,
she speaks as if she taking over me but she can't leave
This pain I feel she just can't get out cuz if she does,
she always over powers love.
She breaks it down into three different parts life, love and me
This pain that I feel is so strong she fights with my body all day long,
she tells me that pain is her pleasure, and to see me hurt,
is always a great please, bcuz now I know this pain is ME...
poem by Miizz. Beautiiful
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Why We Tell Stories
For Linda Foster
I
Because we used to have leaves
and on damp days
our muscles feel a tug,
painful now, from when roots
pulled us into the ground
and because our children believe
they can fly, an instinct retained
from when the bones in our arms
were shaped like zithers and broke
neatly under their feathers
and because before we had lungs
we knew how far it was to the bottom
as we floated open-eyed
like painted scarves through the scenery
of dreams, and because we awakened
and learned to speak
2
We sat by the fire in our caves,
and because we were poor, we made up a tale
about a treasure mountain
that would open only for us
and because we were always defeated,
we invented impossible riddles
only we could solve,
monsters only we could kill,
women who could love no one else
and because we had survived
sisters and brothers, daughters and sons,
we discovered bones that rose
from the dark earth and sang
as white birds in the trees
3
Because the story of our life
becomes our life
Because each of us tells
the same story
but tells it differently
and none of us tells it
the same way twice
Because grandmothers looking like spiders
want to enchant the children
and grandfathers need to convince us
what happened happened because of them
and though we listen only
haphazardly, with one ear,
we will begin our story
with the word and
poem by Lisel Mueller
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Serpent Ride
For all the rains of the dream
She is the highness
Oh, when she comes to me
Feels within me will die
Was the dark side of the moon
We climbe
She sends me a tears, away through the silverest star lights
I don't wont to wake up this time
I'm alive on this serpent ride
In the grace of our love
We writhe, in pain
Rather into this solar fog
Where is the rise
The crop of her love taste like wine
I answer her (...???) with a pride
That is not dead wich can eternal lie
Yet with strange aeons death may die
In your highness, lies the world where i don't wanna go
Said you changed, but i don't belive in miracles
Since you conquer my heart will never be a part
One day we'll close our eyes, open them again
And discover each other
Sun open on my eyes
She treapt me inside
From her lips close will
song performed by by H.I.M.
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Different
We were born from poppies. Our skins breathed like the stalks
of our birth givers. Our hairs grew and intertwined.
We were born from poppies. Our skins breathed always
differently, our eye blinked always differently and
we differently counted steps
childlike and pebbles
in little shoes, differently
burned our vocal fires and the letters
we folded differently in different colours
with different post stamps, floral oral tongues
we spoke, the children watched us, we counted,
the river knew, we counted memories and images.
How many images and memories?
We were born by our river in the fragrance of earth and grass
sweated out of the warm womb of cloying red poppies.
poem by Afrodita Nikolova
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Pain Is My Friend
tellng me,
the pain,
that is always with me,
tells me the truth,
blunt
oh so blunt,
never lies
not once
i refuse it,
i shut out the pain,
not wanting to listen to its whispers.
but then im alone
with my broken heart.
that has blocked the world out,
with its ice barracade.
im souless
that was then,
now,
i let it in,
the pain,
because
the pain,
has been with me,
for oh so long
when others deserted me.
the pain stayed
now,
pain is only friend
poem by Emogirlnadia Hathway
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