Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength, move on.
quote by Henry Rollins
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I probably carry more scar tissue on my derrire than any other candidate-that's political scar tissue.
quote by Alexander Meigs Haig
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Sporting Life
The trouble with comparing a poet with a radio is that radios don’t develop scar-tissue. The tubes burn out, or with a transistor, which most souls are, the battery or diagram burns out replaceable or not replaceable, but not like that punchdrunk fighter in the bar. The poet
Takes too many messages. The right to the ear that floored him in New Jersey. The right to say that he stood six rounds with a champion.
Then they sell beer or go on sporting commissions, or, if the scar tissue is too heavy, demonstrate in a bar where the invisible champions might not have hit him. Too many of them.
The poet is a radio. The poet is a liar. The poet is a counterpunching radio.
And those messages (God would not damn them) do not even know they are champions.
poem by Jack Spicer
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Tissue Tigers (The Arguers)
I shout this,
You shout that,
The clouds are coming over looking awful black.
Its all hot air.
You say go,
I say stay,
Clear blue sky goes sheffield grey.
Its all hot air.
Ive grown immune to your claws,
Pussycat, I know...
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping em up is easy for me now.
I shout this,
You shout that,
An eye for heart and a tit for a tat.
You easy tear.
Think your stripes,
Are yellow and black,
I can only see the yellow one down your back,
You easy tear.
Ive grown immune to your claws,
Pussycat, I know...
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping em up is easy for me now.
We argue all life long,
Youd swear that black was wrong,
Throw tantrums like queen kong,
Ive trapped you in my song.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping em up is easy for me now.
song performed by by Xtc
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Tissue Tigers
I shout this,
You shout that,
The clouds are coming over looking awful black.
It's all hot air.
You say go,
I say stay,
Clear blue sky goes sheffield grey.
It's all hot air.
I've grown immune to your claws,
Pussycat, i know...
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping 'em up is easy for me now.
I shout this,
You shout that,
An eye for heart and a tit for a tat.
You easy tear.
Think your stripes,
Are yellow and black,
I can only see the yellow one down your back,
You easy tear.
I've grown immune to your claws,
Pussycat, i know...
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping 'em up is easy for me now.
We argue all life long,
You'd swear that black was wrong,
Throw tantrums like queen kong,
I've trapped you in my song.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Crawling across the table to me.
All your threats are tissue tigers,
Ripping 'em up is easy for me now.
song performed by by Xtc
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I'm a catalyst for change. You can't be an outsider and be successful over 30 years without leaving a certain amount of scar tissue around the place.
quote by Rupert Murdoch
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If I do hit that rope and do a hop, skip and a jump and get up as high as I can, I'm just going to hold my breath, because I know i'm going to hear all kinds of scar tissue popping.
quote by Hulk Hogan
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Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.
quote by Walter Stegner
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Man, I Do Not Really Know If I Have Written Something
i like the sound of the poo
not winnie's
i waited for minutes
and scribbled something
on that white tissue paper
and then i made the last moan
and then i sighed
and wiped my bottom
and then i throw away the
tissue and then there
was this sound of
relief, this flushing sound
and then everything
is gone after a short
whirl & whirl and whirl
and swosh
man, i did not know
that i have written
(something so well?)
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Scar Tissue
Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know it all
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause
With the birds I'll share
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view
Push me up against the wall
Young Kentucky girl in a push-up bra
Fallin' all over myself
To lick your heart and taste your health 'cause
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view...
Blood loss in a bathroom stall
Southern girl with a scarlet drawl
Wave good-bye to ma and pa 'cause
With the birds I'll share
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view
Soft spoken with a broken jaw
Step outside but not to brawl
Autumn's sweet we call it fall
I'll make it to the moon if I have to crawl and
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view...
Scar tissue that I wish you saw
Sarcastic mister know it all
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you 'cause
With the birds I'll share
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view...
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers from Californication
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I had a few fibroids removed, and they left me with a Grand Canyon of scar tissue in my uterus. The doctors weren't sure I'd be able to reproduce. I was prepared for a rough road, and then out of nowhere we conceived.
quote by Holly Marie Combs
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Stonefruit
To you whom I've hurt
not meaning to
I offer this plum this drupe
no shell but a thin skin purpled
I tender to your mouth the muscle
the sweet sympathetic scar-tissue
surrounding the stone the seed
which wants to be buried
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poem by Rodney Jack
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Summers Garden Sanctuary...
..., Summers Garden Sanctuary...
The sun’s rays pierce thru the bathroom window
Mirrored reflections spill sunshine into the white bath,
A vast unescapable dry canyon to the two tiny baby spiders
Trapped in their quest for water having travelled from the heat
Of the inner roof via the ceiling fan grid,
The hot Australian sun prepares to cook the day a gentle hazy brown.
I Take a white tissue and moisten a corner with my tongue and place
It over the two tiny spiders, who are held for a moment,
I gently fold the tissue trapping my quarry.
I quickly take them out to the garden and place them with the flowers,
A flick to the tissue and the spiders are gone safe and sound
Two little lives saved today,
It’s funny a feel good syndrome fills my body.
NB A Gem of a Quote
'Practice random acts of kindness and senseless acts of beauty.'- Anne Herbert
poem by Ken e Hall
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Pandora II
though many people prefer myth. No, after Hope, Empathy came out of the basket. Pretty as was Hope, Empathy made her look like Hans Christian Anderson. Othwise, she was completely naked, had a charming voice and complained of nothing but the cold.
'Brrr, it's cold out here', she said, precisely.
Greatly moved, Pandora handed her a tissue to wrap herself in, which she did, but it's perfume gave her a sneezing jag.
'I'm awfully sorry', she said, wiping her nose with a corner of the tissue, 'have you got a pseudophed? '
Pandora didn't.
'My name is Empathy'.
'That's a pretty name', returned Pandora, beginning to get tired of all this hand-shaking. Nevertheless, ...
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Scar Tissue, And Rust!
scar tissue, and rust...
dust long standing
in the corner by the bed.
fingerprints on the pane
of the window unopened.
soot on the hands
that tended the last fire.
the lone bullet in the chamber,
the tongue swollen, and parched.
scriptures written on
the bandages of the wounded
and dying....
will the preacher say a few words
as the people bow their heads?
the skies promise rain,
and the last wind is still!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Self Worth
Blood is thicker then water.
Wisdom of the forgotten lover.
War of the worlds.
Fights among too many friends.
It must come to an end.
Drowning in a whiskey bottle saying god please forgive me.
Pathetic are men who make decisions with no comprehension.
A verse with no meaning.
Death is my friend I shake his hand on a daily basis.
Tempting fate everywhere you go.
With all your power you wish in this latitude of life you had some control.
But you just don't know. You can't know.
Its beyond the reasoning of a mortal being.
You can swim in your sorrow wait for better tomorrow or you keep going not ever really knowing.
In a sick sense again ignorance is bliss.
Even if its just pretend.
Only the scar tissue shows.
And its gives the wrong perspective.
Like your stronger because of it.
Your are weaker.
Mentally broken.
Tore down by facts that you can not change.
All you can do is make sure its not in vain.
You must reinvent yourself and prove your self worth.
For life is not a curse but a blessing in which you must never take for granted.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Good Sister/bad Sister
Good sister bad sister
Better burn that dress sister
Scar tissue blood blister
Suck upon the dregs sister whoa
I try but I cant and I want to so bad and
Good sister bad sister
Your different from the rest sister
Choke strangle rip kiss her
Sell me down the river sister whoa
I try but I cant and I want to so bad and
I try and I try and I try and
Cmere and sit down just for a sec please just when your done
You choking on big black bloody mouthfulls of it
Pet me and I am your dog descent
Your choking on your candy flesh
Ill be the biggest scar in your back
Run down it jagged and make it back
Ill be the biggest dick that you ever had
Hey want it back you want it back you want it
Good sister bad sister
Better tell me what you want sister
Never wash your back sister
Even you cannot resist her whoa
I try but I cant and I want to so bad and
I try and I try
She comes to crucify all this earlies
And sugar comes from her other race
Ill be the biggest scar
Run down and jagged and make it a bly
Ill be the biggest star in your sky
You want it back you want it back you want it back
She is incredulous
Choking on her candy flesh
Ill be the biggest scar in your back
Run down and jagged and make it back
Ill be the biggest dick that you ever had
You want it back you want it back you want it back
song performed by by Hole
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mozart's piano concerto 26 in D
what you do not know is that when i write a poem
i have mozart's piano music behind my mind
for instance take this one,
what is the plan? what is the theme of this one?
i am focused on the notes of beethoven
running wildly on the screen
of this computer
which of course, you may conclude, like an ordinary mortal,
that these notes somehow cannot be seen
running and running as they seem to be
for they are just in the imagination of my mind
like this poem
what do you think is this all about?
is this going to be about something
as you
and all of you would like to have,
a poem in utility like your car that finds significance only
for as long as it starts to run
like your tissue that you take without so much fuss
when you sneeze and you need it badly to cover your mouth?
this poem is not about it
it is simply a musical piece that plays itself
stays in the middle of your thoughts
fertilizes your imagination
and yet fruitlessly, it merely passes in your mind
and then stops
and then you say, it is not like my car, not like my tissue
just this one: nothing at all for use, but for time to let it pass itself,
to survive the stagnancy of your hours
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Scars of the ego.
The fall of the leaf is the scar of the tree.
The scar indicates the tree’s seasoned strength.
The loss of the love is the scar of the ego.
The scar reminds the ego of its worth
23.09.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Old scar, new scar
Old scar, new scar
Stitched together by excellent tailor
Old scar on the hand
New scar on the head
Same pain, different trouble
First came shock
Then hurt became blue
Blue’s gone leaving scar
Old scar, white scar
New scar, hidden well
When morning’s gone, nights always come
Craving old scar, leaving new scar
Old scar, new scar
Stitched together by excellent tailor
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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