What we are only now beginning to fully realize is that in seeking material pleasure too constantly, the capacity for enjoyment or fulfillment decreases and eventually becomes exhausted.
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Allegory
I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure
Because on Sundays for a little jaunt
He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure;
Although he sometimes kicked and shied aslant.
I had a chaise, and christened it Enjoyment,
With yellow body and the wheels of red,
Because it was only used for one employment,
Namely, to go wherever Pleasure led.
I had a wife, her nickname was Delight:
A son called Frolic, who was never still:
Alas! how often dark succeeds to bright!
Delight was thrown, and Frolic had a spill,
Enjoyment was upset and shattered quite,
And Pleasure fell a splitter on Paine's Hill.
poem by Thomas Hood
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Allegory: A Moral Vehicle
I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure
Because on Sundays for a little jaunt
He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure;
Although he sometimes kicked and shied aslant.
I had a chaise, and christened it Enjoyment,
With yellow body and the wheels of red,
Because it was only used for one employment,
Namely, to go wherever Pleasure led.
I had a wife, her nickname was Delight:
A son called Frolic, who was never still:
Alas! how often dark succeeds to bright!
Delight was thrown, and Frolic had a spill,
Enjoyment was upset and shattered quite,
And Pleasure fell a splitter on Paine's Hill.
poem by Thomas Hood
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It's also helpful to realize that this very body that we have, that's sitting right here right now... with its aches and it pleasures... is exactly what we need to be fully human, fully awake, fully alive.
quote by Pema Chodron
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Through Mud That Cheapens
Using someone who has been fully awake,
Is difficult to perceive...
For those who have been skating,
Through their lives.
With their eyes miraged on an oasis.
And equally,
It is not easy to take...
Those who fake their lives to live,
On a day to day basis.
Seeking a slice of homemade apple pie.
Or a taste of deliciously baked chocolate cake.
To see things as they are...
Few do!
And that is understood,
By the many escape mechanisms...
Many can pick from which to choose.
But to continue to use someone fully awake,
Eventually leaves feelings left to be hurt.
To experience heartache.
With the dragging of someone's integrity,
Unnecessarily through mud that cheapens.
And with a weakening done by a slinging of dirt.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Pleasure Seekers eventually turned into Cradle, when we started writing our own material. My younger sister Nancy was brought in as singer and I kind of stepped aside as main lead singer and concentrated on my instrument.
quote by Suzi Quatro
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Concentration, Confidence, Competitive urge, Capacity for enjoyment.
quote by Arnold Palmer
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Devoted To Being Grateful
When it becomes discovered,
No one is left
To listen to the spreading of their gossip.
Or who do what to who, when and why.
Things are happening to those living 'their' lives,
Perhaps only then...
Will they awaken to realize,
A life lived offers more enjoyment...
Than attempting to discredit those,
That they have marked to undermine or defame.
People like this,
With nothing else on their minds...
Will eventually find themselves,
Wishing they had not wasted such precious time.
And found an appreciation of others there to share,
In a motivation devoted in being grateful.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trivialties
It’s little things that drive you wild.
Way past the point of no return
All though by nature meek and mild.
Eventually the worm will turn.
Into a monster seeking blood.
Something you do unconsciously
can often be misunderstood.
Because you do it constantly
As if you meant to irritate
Although are quite unaware
you’re partner becomes so irate
That with an axe he parts your hair.
That’s why you’re dead and I’m in here
your habit was too much to bear.
17-Sep-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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A harmless outlet
Tempting is woman’s pleasure.
Reaction to it is man’s pleasure.
To see her is his enjoyment;
To be seen by him is hers.
It is their primary outlet and
Harmless, to drain their libido.
11.09.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Treasure Hunt
I've been around the world in my mind
Seeking treasures I did not find;
Chasing the rainbow on an endless trail
Just like a puppy chasing it's tail.
To the depths of the great blue sea
Seeking that which was hidden from me;
Just what is it I'm looking for?
When I find it, will I still want more?
What will fill my every need,
Turn my mind from ravenous greed;
What will satisfy my hunt for treasure?
What will overflow my life with pleasure?
Time flies by as I grow old
Still looking for that pot of gold,
Never once stopping to realize
It was always there before my eyes
A well marked trail in the form of a cross
Leading to treasures that will never be lost;
No sorrow, no greed, an endless life of pleasure,
The end of the rainbow with heavenly treasure.
poem by Ronald E. Blacklock
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Living In The Material World
Im living in the material world
Living in the material world
Cant say what Im doing here
But I hope to see much clearer,
After living in the material world
I got born into the material world
Getting worn out in the material world
Use my body like a car,
Taking me both near and far
Met my friends all in the material world
Met them all there in the material world
John and paul here in the material world
Though we started out quite poor
We got richie on a tour
Got caught up in the material world
From the spiritual sky,
Such sweet memories have i
To the spiritual sky
How I pray
Yes I pray
That I wont get lost
Or go astray
As Im fated for the material world
Get frustrated in the material world
Senses never gratified
Only swelling like a tide
That could drown me in the
Material world
From the spiritual sky,
Such sweet memories have i
To the spiritual sky
How I pray
Yes I pray
That I wont get lost
Or go astray
While Im living in the material world
Not much giving in the material world
Got a lot of work to do
Try to get a message through
And get back out of this material world
Im living in the material world
Living in the material world
I hope to get out of this place
By the lord sri krsnas grace
My salvation from the material world
Big ending
song performed by by George Harrison
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The Unexpected....
there are things that we cannot
but accept
bitter pills to swallow because
they say they make us well
and there are things too that we must throw away
because they are too sweet
and can kill us
sometimes in doubt
because of too much noise in the diversity of opinions
and we have become exhausted of those ever busy hours
making our own
and listening to all the chatters of the air
we simply stop doing anything
we sit and take the quiet
at this moment we become too light
as we empty whatever we think we have
and we realize
this is good this is another beginning
we have become new
and young again
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Too Late
I just want to take you away from everyone
And keep you stashed under my pillow
And then Id take you out simply for my own pleasure
And wear you when the occasions special
Then Id put you on like a diamond
So I can sparkle and be the envy of my friends
Id probably hold the leash that Id have you on
So you cant stray and follow me around all day
Its too late now
I dont think it can fade
Its too real now
Fulfillment just adds fuel to the blaze
Compulsion has stained me
Im nervously cradling our young love
Without known limits love
Like a butterfly cupped in my hands
I peek in to see beauty trapped
Confined it flutters
Then it leaves behind colorful dust
To remind me of the special times we spent
But of course it has to leave my clutch
But enoughs never enough to make a dent
Its too late now
I dont think it can fade
Its too real now
Fulfillment just adds fuel to the blaze
And in time it will end
And there really isnt hope for the two of us
But right now I give in...
Its too late now
I dont think it can fade
Its too real now
Fulfillment just adds fuel to the blaze
Fulfillment just adds fuel to the
Fulfillment just adds fuel to the blaze.
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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In The Presence Of
AndersonHoweSquireWhite
September 11, 2001
Deeper than every ocean
Deeper than every river
That's what your presence brings to me
Revealing the words I listen
Seeing you in my silence
Learning I'm with you constantly
As I was before
If we were flowers
We would worship the sun
So why not now?
This high is shining brightly
Brighter than before
As the door was open wide
There inside was a diamond chair
Where I sat when I was young
I wrote down the words
Only when the young at heart
Can enter the real world
This chance I've waited for
For you to see
If I had chances I would spend them with you
To hold you close and let your love surround me
Deeper than before
(Deeper than every ocean)
And I know this love is real
(Deeper than every river)
Realize this is meant to be
That's what your eyes they say to me
You are listening to how I feel
So expectedly
(Brighter than every morning)
From the ocean to the sky
(Beautiful as the sunset)
Every river to the sea
Nature surrounds me constantly
We can hear love constantly
This is for you and me
Turn around and come deeper now
So what happens when I touch you there
You feel the words roll over you
Thinking of the better scenes
The memories
As everybody else just
Hasn't got the time
To help you anymore
'Cause if the reason for
The things that pleasure us
To please ourselves
Not pressure us
To give our ego
Some pleasure time
Can you imagine
Any reason
To know you're only fooling yourself
And then you'll unders
song performed by by Yes
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In The Presence Of
AndersonHoweSquireWhite
September 11, 2001
Deeper than every ocean
Deeper than every river
That's what your presence brings to me
Revealing the words I listen
Seeing you in my silence
Learning I'm with you constantly
As I was before
If we were flowers
We would worship the sun
So why not now?
This high is shining brightly
Brighter than before
As the door was open wide
There inside was a diamond chair
Where I sat when I was young
I wrote down the words
Only when the young at heart
Can enter the real world
This chance I've waited for
For you to see
If I had chances I would spend them with you
To hold you close and let your love surround me
Deeper than before
(Deeper than every ocean)
And I know this love is real
(Deeper than every river)
Realize this is meant to be
That's what your eyes they say to me
You are listening to how I feel
So expectedly
(Brighter than every morning)
From the ocean to the sky
(Beautiful as the sunset)
Every river to the sea
Nature surrounds me constantly
We can hear love constantly
This is for you and me
Turn around and come deeper now
So what happens when I touch you there
You feel the words roll over you
Thinking of the better scenes
The memories
As everybody else just
Hasn't got the time
To help you anymore
'Cause if the reason for
The things that pleasure us
To please ourselves
Not pressure us
To give our ego
Some pleasure time
Can you imagine
Any reason
To know you're only fooling yourself
And then you'll unders
song performed by by Yes
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The dynamics of capitalism is postponement of enjoyment to the constantly postponed future.
quote by Norman O. Brown
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A Significance Diminished
A significance diminished,
Increases in its worthlessness.
And an attention given to prevent this...
Decreases the value of a usefulness.
Segmented divisions,
Introduced to initiate fences to separate...
Implemented a hatred to satiate.
And an accepted degrading of others...
Began an effectiveness.
And,
Those then blinded now see...
There is nothing of a nourishment left,
For them to eat.
A feeding on what had been valued,
Depletes in its neccessity!
A significance diminished,
Increases in its worthlessness.
And an attention given to prevent this...
Decreases the value of a usefulness.
And an abuse of respect remembered,
Is difficult to forgive and forget!
Negativity fed does not continue to feed.
A feeding on negativity eventually breeds regret!
And the breeding of regret...
Tarnishes for many what had been significant!
Leaving a significance diminished,
Soggy with tears wept!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The privilege
If you can thrill, its your own will,
I can't say whether it pleases me.
Yes, I'm privileged to this city up till,
but, this way ahead lil decreases me.
I'm restless for those things hidden,
that's discovered all aloof.
Wherever, which way, what city I'm in,
something happens a goof.
I feel sometimes brain, barren I till,
and being in the world this life teases me...
Yes, I'm privileged to this city up till,
but, this way ahead lil decreases me.
Bunch of years my life has lived,
risen I have from unknown streets.
Among the crowd why I'm timid,
when tides are hounding all fleets.
I wait for such a living skill,
that courage of death ceases me,
Yes, I'm privileged to this city up till,
but, this way ahead lil decreases me.
29/05/02
poem by by unknown author
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Pleasure is a by-product of doing something that is worth doing. Therefore, do not seek pleasure as such. Pleasure comes of seeking something else, and comes by the way.
quote by A. Lawrence Lowell
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Obituary
A shaken world of helpless men, seeking answers yet creating questions.Seeking life when they are constantly the reason for death.
Worshiping gods who preach love, in exchange for jihad, gods who place a race of jews above gentiles.
Seeking to free ourselves from racism and yet we spit into different faces, with gods who demand that we take the very lives they say they gave.
poem by Cupid Missed
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