We often refuse to accept an idea merely because the tone of voice in which it has been expressed is unsympathetic to us.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Refuse!
i refuse
to accept the lie
anymore!
i know, beyond a doubt,
that all people are equal,
regardless of color, gender,
religion, financial status, or
political beliefs!
i refuse to believe
that i am all right,
when someone else
is hungry, homeless, or hurting.
i refuse to believe
that i am not responsible,
for i am most responsible
when i turn away!
i refuse to believe
that one person's success
can come at the expense of another!
i refuse to settle!
i choose life, and life means living...
involved!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Refuse
Everythings heaven sent
Thats what you said and went
Inside your fairy glass
Somethin you think will last
And when they crop you like a clown
You got your smile on upside down
B-baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find omebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everythings on a whim
Thats what you said to him
Lyin in wunderlust
Are feelings you never trust
And when they pamper you with ice
I cant believe you dont think twice
Uh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
And everyone makes the play
With nothing left much to say
Theyre all in an endless line
Waiting for equal time
They keep screaming its the truth
And you keep kneelin in the booth
Oh baby I refuse
(I do refuse)
Uh, you can pick or choose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
Oh, I do refuse
(I do refuse)
Oh, you got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
Find somebody else to use
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Ah, oo-oo
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
cause I refuse to come along
I refuse
(I do refuse)
Oo, oh got nothin to lose
(I do refuse)
(find somebody else to use)
(I do refuse)
[fade]
song performed by by Cars
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The Only Consciousness Known
With the greatest of effort,
They've accomplished defeating...
The ones selected,
To prevent any success...
Expressed with wishes to achieve.
A success that would directly benefit...
The lives of those living,
Within the community of condoned mediocrity.
And with this defeat crumbling beneath their feet,
They today actively seek...
Someone they deemed qualified,
And liked well enough to accept...
A manipulation of their patience.
Until a tolerance of it abandons them again.
To leave them in complete ignorance,
That is for them the only consciousness known.
'Your comments are a bit negative.'
Are they?
I had no idea my expressed observations,
Would offend.
Where do you recommend I go,
To have them acceptably interpreted?
'That may be a bit difficult.
What you see presented is a ritual.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the arts the way in which an idea is rendered, and the manner in which it is expressed, is much more important than the idea itself.
quote by Jacques-Louis David
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He neither begets nor is born
Do I hear my inner voice
Or the voice of the legend? ...
Do I sympathise the subject
Or laugh on the cruel king of land? ..
Divided everything, everything
Do I accept a man who born and
Walked on this earth like us
A God, Khuda, Ishwar or Allah?
No, I can't do, Can't accept
Ya, I do accept with degree of difference.
Allah or Ishwar or Khuda or God is one
Who can be measured
Under these measures
'Say, He is one, The eternal refuse
He neither begets nor is born
Nor is there to Him any equivalent'
That's all, no other way to fall
He is not the son of Adam who create terror,
Lo! Allah loveth not the terror
Should not be forgotten,
'Everyone that is thereon will pass away'
Always I baffled and lulled
Poisonous jar labelled as honey,
My slumber narrates the story of the Man...
I walked as soul leaving body
Dead on cushion bed.
Cemetery of silence uttered nothing/
poem by Aftab Alam Khursheed
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There Is A Warning!
I already warning you!
I do not have regrets!
I did what i could do!
that is what left to me!
And if you want to blame me. And continues.....
search hard and deeply in yourself.
maybe the cause, maybe, its within all of us
I refuse to be your shame
i refuse accept your blame
I refuse to be your chance! !
But, still, i can remove your grief
the same, that you want put in to me.
And makes me cracked. Like a crystal that can not be fragmented
Thanks to you! And for you i wish
Go to hell! ! ! !
poem by Mirna Morgan
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Return Exactly What Was Given
Return exactly what was given to you,
To the one who gave it.
Refuse to accept.
And they will become offended by the act done.
With the telling to others of what you did.
And a mistreatment they received.
With a having of no idea why they were picked upon.
Or why the disrespect.
Return exactly what was given to you,
To the one who gave it.
And they will not admit to their own signature.
Or acknowledge from them it was sent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An idea in man is first impressed upon him and afterwards expressed in things, but in God it is only expressed, not impressed, because it does not come from anywhere else.
quote by William Ames
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I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. I refuse to accept this. I believe that man will not merely endure: he will prevail. He is immortal, not because he alone among creatures has an inexhaustible voice, but because he has a soul, a spirit capable of compassion and sacrifice and endurance. The poet's, the writer's, duty is to write about these things. It is his privilege to help man endure by lifting his heart, by reminding him of the courage and honor and hope and pride and compassion and pity and sacrifice which have been the glory of his past. The poet's voice need not merely be the record of man, it can be one of the props, the pillars to help him endure and prevail.
quote by William Faulkner
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Any great truth can -- and eventually will -- be expressed as a cliche -- a cliche is a sure and certain way to dilute an idea. For instance, my grandmother used to say, 'The black cat is always the last one off the fence.' I have no idea what she meant, but at one time, it was undoubtedly true.
quote by Solomon Short
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There is no squabbling so violent as that between people who accepted an idea yesterday and those who will accept the same idea tomorrow.
quote by Christopher Darlington Morley
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An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Accept my sympathy
In all sincerity
It is a pathetic pity
I merely offer sympathy
With such velocity
This sadness born out of the blue
That decides to levy itself on you
In your fixed stillness
I sense your illness
Accept my sympathy
You lost a pet
Somebody made you upset
Accept my sympathy
You lost a friend
Your broken heart is yet to mend
Accept my sympathy
You were once abused
Possibly at times wrongly accused
Accept my sympathy
You marriage is on the rocks
You got divorced, left without a buck
Accept my sympathy
You lost a fortune
Your voice can't sing a decent tune
Accept my sympathy
You lost in love or lost your job
Or perhaps at one stage got robbed
Accept my sympathy
Your life is a mess
Everything around you depresses
Whatever the circumstances
Accept my sympathy
And if I happen to show no sympathy
Please accept my sympathy!
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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Sympathy In End
In all sincerity
It is a pathetic pity
I merely offer sympathy
With such velocity
This sadness born out of the blue
That decides to levy itself on you
In your fixed stillness
I sense your illness
Accept my sympathy
You lost a pet
Somebody made you upset
Accept my sympathy
You lost a friend
Your broken heart is yet to mend
Accept my sympathy
You were once abused
Possibly at times wrongly accused
Accept my sympathy
You marriage is on the rocks
You got divorced, left without a buck
Accept my sympathy
You lost a fortune
Your voice can't sing a decent tune
Accept my sympathy
You lost in love or lost your job
Or perhaps at one stage got robbed
Accept my sympathy
Your life is a mess
Everything around you depresses
Whatever the circumstances
Accept my sympathy
And if I happen to show no sympathy
Please accept my sympathy! By SARTHAK DAS
poem by Sarthak Das
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Not To Argue Needlessly
You don't like the tone of my voice.
Or the way in which it is used?
That's unfortunate.
Not for me.
But for you.
Since this is my voice.
You may choose to ignore it.
That's up to you.
You've been planted and fix like a brick wall.
And using my voice to call over it,
I don't have to do at all.
All I have to do to remove you,
Is to discuss this with my Father.
And not a voice between us do we share,
To get what appears to be an obstacle...
Off my path!
And this 'voice' you hear?
He has been given to me,
To deliver and clarify a message.
Not to argue needlessly.
He and I both know that is pointless.
Eventually you will get the message.
Have a good day!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Weapon Of Choice
Dont be shocked by the tone of my voice
Just got my new weapon, the weapon of choice
Dont be shocked by the tone of my voice
Just got my new weapon, the weapon of choice
Listen to the sound of my voice
I can chicken al loud, its the weapon of choice
Dont be shocked by the tone of my voice
Its the new weapon, the weapon of choice
2x chorus:
You can go with this,
Or you can go with that,
You can go with this,
Or you can go with that,
You can go with this,
Or you can go with that,
Or you can throw with (us)-(only the 1st time)
Walk without rythm,
It wont attrack the worm
Walk without rythm,
And it wont attrack the worm
Walk without rythm,
And it wont attrack the worm
If you walk without rythm,
Ah, you never learn
Dont be shocked by the tone of my voice
Just got my new weapon, weapon of choice
Dont be shocked by the tone of my voice
Just got my new weapon, weapon of choice
Be carefull, we dont know them
Be carefull, we dont know them
Be carefull, we dont know them
2x chorus
Oh, mary we wont do the ? ? ?
Too big love to the angels of lie
Yeah, and my girl
She just dont understand
Is gone beyond being a man
? ? ?
? ? ?
But Im going to hold my cool,
Because of easy rules
Yeah, so move on baby, yeah
Halfway between the gutter and the stars, yeah
Halfway between the gutter and the stars, yeah
2x chorus
song performed by by Fatboy Slim
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I accept this idea of democracy. I am all for trying it out. It must be a good thing if everybody praises it like that. If our government has been willing to go to war and sacrifice billions of dollars and millions of men for the idea I think that I ought to give the thing a trial. The only thing that keeps me from pitching head long into this thing is the presence of numerous Jim Crow laws on the statute books of the nation. I am crazy about the idea of Democracy. I want to see how it feels.
quote by Zora Neale Hurston
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Through Recommendation
Very few read...
So they are not informed.
All seem to believe what they hear.
So easily they are deceived.
They don't comprehend,
Anything that is said to them!
But they do know about 'sin'...
And that has been marketed,
Into a lifestyle...
Everyone participates in.
Mentioning truth is like pulling someone's tooth.
It aches for many to have that expressed.
Whenever it is addressed...
A fear takes over,
And it becomes a hiding contest.
Honesty is not a welcome custom at all.
Some feel it as unnatural...
And too many see it as a character flaw.
Yet everyone seems to be upset...
That their standards of life has taken a downfall.
But no one wants to admit it from their lips...
How they live was a conscious invitation.
Regardless if they now refuse or accept it!
Like indigestion constipating an infection.
Nothing would be the way it is...
If it had not come as requested.
Through recommendation or suggested!
And if it wasn't...
From where did it come from to exist and sit?
Has everyone been lieing to themselves?
Or waiting for a hypnotist to snap them out of it?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If you are possessed by an idea, you find it expressed everywhere, you even smell it.
quote by Thomas Mann
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Vast
Each day I awaken,
And I thank God for His blessings.
Also I give thanks...
To those spiritual guides,
I rely on to lead me.
The ones assigned to my lifeline.
Vast is the mind.
And I want mine to explore.
I can not ignore being a part of this experience.
And connected to the whole I am!
All of us are.
Some are conflicted by their existence.
I accept a diffusion...
Without confusing the abundance of it all.
By limitations that restrict a curiousity I am born with!
To think, feel and nourish comes from the core.
That same 'core' that has established the process of thought!
This within us is the same.
Without 'it' all of us would have worthless and thoughtless brains!
Although some may refuse to see it that way.
But that is the only purpose we exist!
To give back to 'it' which has given!
Like a grateful prayer expressed.
It's just that simple.
And also the cause of splits...
In relationships.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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