We can endure neither our vices nor the remedies for them.
quote by Titus Livius
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We have finally started to notice that there is real curative value in local herbs and remedies. In fact, we are also becoming aware that there are little or no side effects to most natural remedies, and that they are often more effective than Western medicine.
quote by Anne Wilson Schaef
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We make a ladder for ourselves of our vices, if we trample those same vices underfoot.
quote by Saint Aurelius Augustine
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Upon the Silent Woman
Hear, you bad writers, and though you not see,
I will inform you where you happy be:
Provide the most malicious thoughts you can,
And bend them all against some private man,
To bring him, not his vices, on the stage;
Your envy shall be clad in some poor rage,
And your expressing of him shall be such,
That he himself shall think he hath no touch.
Where he that strongly writes, although he mean
To scourge but vices in a laboured scene,
Yet private faults shall be so well express'd
As men do get 'em, that each private breast,
That finds these errors in itself, shall say,
'He meant me, not my vices, in the play.'
poem by Francis Beaumont
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We make ourselves a ladder out of our vices if we trample the vices themselves underfoot.
quote by Saint Augustine
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Control Myself
I have told
All of my enemies
Very polietly
To go home
I have seen
All of your remedies
Now won't you let me please
Go home?
I can't find anything to be sad about
They say I'm doomed, but I feel fine
I have tried
So very hard as hell
To stay away from hell
And live upstairs
But when I see
All of your remedies
I try quite desperately
To go home
I can't find anything to be sad about
They say I'm doomed, but I feel fine
But if I'm sitting here lonely with no one to hold me
At least I'll have my health
I'm trying to control myself
I have told
All of my enemies
Very polietly
To go home
I have seen
All of your remedies
Now won't you let me please
Go home?
I've been acting irresponsibly
But what could go possibly go wrong?
I have choked on all your remedies
Now won't you let me please
Go home?
But if I sit here lonely
With no one to hold me
At least I'll have my health
I'm trying to control myself
I'm trying to control
Myself
song performed by by Maroon 5
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Time is the inventor
.
Time, you are the greatest inventor.
You have invented evils
For every remedy I have found.
Evils demand remedies
And remedies fetch evils.
Time, you are my counter inventer.
30.07.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Myself
i have told
all of my enemies
very politely
to go home.
i have seen
all of your remedies
now wont you let me please go home.
i cant find anythin to be sad about.
they say im doomed but i feel fine.
i have tried
so very hard as hell
to stay away from them
and go upstairs.
when i see
all of your remedies
i try more desperately to go home.
i cant find anythin to be sad about.
they say im doomed but i feel fine.
but if im seatin here lonely,
with no one to hold me,
at least i'll have my health.
im tryin to control myself.
i hav told
all of my enemies
very politely
to go home.
i have seen
all of your remedies
now wont you let me please go home.
ive been acting irresponsibly
oh wat could possibly go wrong.
i have choked on all your remedies
now wont you let me please go home.
but if im seatin here lonely,
with no one to hold me,
at least i'll have my health.
im tryin to control myself.
song performed by by Maroon 5
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As Far As My Eye Can See In My Body’s Senses
All the trees all their branches all of their leaves
The grass at the foot of the rocks and the houses en masse
Far off the sea that your eye bathes
These images of day after day
The vices the virtues so imperfect
The transparency of men passing among them by chance
And passing women breathed by your elegant obstinacies
Your obsessions in a heart of lead on virgin lips
The vices the virtues so imperfect
The likeness of looks of permission with eyes you conquer
The confusion of bodies wearinesses ardours
The imitation of words attitudes ideas
The vices the virtues so imperfect
Love is man incomplete
poem by Paul Eluard
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What Is Sure and Certain
What is sure and certain
Is death
Who is dead and who is living
Who is learned who is not
Not easy to tell.
We are here to endure
Everything that are
Transitory fleeting temporary
We are here to endure
cold and heat and rise and fall.
We should know pain and pleasure
We are here to feel and endure
And we know nothing is certain
Nothing is sure.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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ENDURE...by talile ali
INTRO AND CHORUS
I GOT THE POWER
YOU GOT THE POWER
WE GO TTHE POWER
TO ENDURE
V1
LIFE CAN BE GRITTY
LIFE CAN BE SWEET
LIFE CAN BE UGLY
LIFE CAN BE NEAT
V2
RUNNING FOR SOMETHING
RUNNING IN TIME
RUNNING TIL YOU ARE LEFT BEHIND
V3
THE WHEELS KEEP ON SPINNING
THE WORLD NEVER STOPS
THE POOR KEEP ON TRYING
WHILE THR RICH TREAD HEAVILY ON TOP
V4
ENDURE
WE ALL MUST ENDURE
BE SURE
WE ALL WILL ENDURE
poem by Talile Ali
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I Demand A Return Of Those Old Remedies
I understand the economy suffers,
From an assortment of bankruptcies.
I understand there are those...
Who may be processing for the first time,
Their own financial emergencies.
No need to tell me,
I must endure through agonies.
Yesterday...it 't'was'...
I would not fathom or could believe,
Such dire straits would dance upon the horizon.
But...
So much for tragic impressions!
'Where' is my caviar?
And before dinner hors d'oeuvres...
I've grown accustomed to eat.
I'm feeling a bit despondent.
'Uh...Mister Pertillar,
They have long not been within your budget! '
EXCUSE ME?
I want and need my delusions fed!
Where has the Prince of Delsuions gone?
'He and the others,
Were replaced by your new medications.'
Well,
I demand a return of those old remedies.
'Sir...
Your 'supplier' is on strike!
Demanding those fees be hiked.'
Oh I can't wait until they legalize that stuff!
What has happened?
Has 'everyone' been corrupted...
By rumors and that kind of bluff?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On the Avenue of Bliss
It's overcooked too much.
Spicey to the taste and way too hot.
Whatever that is in that old crock pot...
Whether it is good to you or not,
The smell of it sours...
And creates not a wish for me to salivate.
I'd rather have just a glass of water, please.
Forgive me if I seem to be rude...
But none of that I'll have served on a plate.
And on the Avenue of Bliss,
No one wants to take a risk...
With old stirred up 'gumbo-ed' remedies.
At least those not appetizing to the eyes.
Bring some onions and potatos...
I'll make some homefries.
And on the Avenue of Bliss,
No one wants to take a risk...
With old stirred up 'gumbo-ed' remedies.
I apologize,
But you wont know me to lie!
Or stretch my imagination!
It's overcooked too much.
Spicey to the taste and way too hot.
Whatever that is in that old crock pot...
Whether it is good to you or not,
The smell of it sours...
And creates not a wish for me to salivate.
Oh-oh-oh...
Oh-oh-no!
I'm on the Avenue of Bliss,
And I choose not to take risks...
For free.
Oh-oh-oh...
Oh-oh-no!
I'm on the Avenue of Bliss,
And I choose not to take risks...
For free.
No more am I meeting repeated sweets teased.
Or walking down streets to fulfill empty cravings.
My desires have been raised not to throw away!
Oh-oh-oh...
Oh-oh-no!
I'm on the Avenue of Bliss,
And I choose not to take risks...
For free.
Oh-oh-oh...
Oh-oh-no!
I'm on the Avenue of Bliss,
And tired remedies don't work for me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Kiss Off That Beast
Kiss off that beast!
The one that rides your back,
To ache and crack from burdens packed.
Decide to be released!
Like the cool breeze lilting lightly,
Through swaying branches...
Full with clinging leaves,
On steadfast trees.
Fixed and rooted.
Feel free you can live,
Without a hectic need to collect enemies.
Increase your peace.
And kiss off that beast!
Demand your leisure.
Expect to dine!
At a feast you enjoy...
As if at a buffet from time to time.
Remedies for your happiness,
Is just a thought away...
Of what can be treasured.
If it's wished to come your way.
Dismiss those arguments!
The ones that start for no reason.
And making less sense as they persist.
Refused to be blocked by your own exits.
Create that wish list.
Promise yourself...
More visits with it!
Kiss off that beast!
Decide to be released.
Like that cool breeze through the trees.
And supply remedies to maintain your happiness.
It is just a thought away...
From what for you can be treasured,
Without measure.
Kiss off that beast!
And supply remedies to maintain your happiness.
Isn't that what you should do...
And ought to treasure to become subdued?
Kiss off that beast!
Get on your feet.
And move!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Even cowards can endure hardship; only the brave can endure suspense.
quote by Mignon McLaughlin
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Sonnet- You Can't Have Opposites
When vices, virtues are but parallel lines,
The former moves backward, latter forward;
No one can take the mixture of such wines;
No one can be both fish and also bird.
There isn't a hybrid of vices, virtues;
There isn't a place where both of them can meet;
Just one and only one, a man must choose;
You can't have Heaven's joy and Hell's great heat!
The virtuous way is like climbing a hill;
The road to vice is like slipping from one;
While God rewards Heaven as former's bill,
The latter, yields hell's eternal fire-den!
One can't be both a good and bad a man;
You try to have Heaven and hell, how can?
poem by John Celes
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People endure what they endure and they deal with it. It may corrupt them. It may lead them into all sorts of compensatory excesses.
quote by Dennis Potter
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The Dose Makes The Poison
Paracelsus meaning equal
to or greater than Celsus
a famed Swiss Renaissance
alchemist astrologer botanist
physician and general occultist
not first systematic botanist
believed certain balances
of minerals in patient bodies
and also certain illnesses
of body had chemical remedies
remedies that could cure bodies
Paracelsus knew this to be true
“All things are poison,
and nothing is without poison;
only the dose permits
something not to be poisonous.'
In layman’s terms this means
'The dose makes the poison.'
substances considered toxic
are harmless in small doses
but even an ordinarily harmless
substance can
be deadly if
over-consumed
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Difference Between You And Me....
perhaps we have the same vices,
we write to confuse, but we drive some points,
like nails on sandalwood,
not those rusty ones that make the sound
of 'trying hard'
we are original in these, competing only with
our own syllables,
we may have the same vices
i may have written all those words to confuse
but mine is a series of stairs
leading to the door to the room to the window
to the skies
and then everything i am is gone
but you do not notice it
you think that i am still the chair and the table
the napkin and
the spoon.
my wings are hands
my hands are winds,
my mind are planes,
my soul a boat,
what i write are mirages
you see, you cannot touch.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Am Man
I’m subject to the same failings
The same fears and vices of man
I’m no different, nothing special
I don’t expect to be kept exempt
Fitting into society not my forte
I’m awkward around others
Mistrusting or cautious
I sneak off into my own world
Some find me strange
I bleed and I can cry at times
I feel as many others feel
Sadness and joy no strangers
Passion burns like a fire
In the innermost of my loins
Words I speak and spit them
Feelings I hold tightly to
Just for the experience
That and I don’t know why
Or how to express them freely
I’m a man flesh and blood
I have my vices and doubts
I have feelings as well
However I may appear to others
Should I not be counted
As one amongst them
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Nearly all men die of their remedies, and not of their illnesses.