Genius will live and thrive without training, but it does not the less reward the watering pot and the pruning knife.
quote by Margaret Fuller
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Knife Party
My knife - its sharp and chrome
Come see inside my bones
All of the fiends are on the block
Im the new king, Ill take the queen
cause in here were all anemic
In here - anemic and sweet...so...
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And come in
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And lay down
Go get your knife, go get your knife
Now kiss me
Oooh...well I can float here forever
In this room we cant touch the floor
In here were all anemic
In here - anemic and sweet...so...
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And come in
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And lay down
Go get your knife, go get your knife
Now kiss me
Ohh... I could float here forever
Ohh... anemic and sweet
Ohh... I could float here forever
Ohh... anemic and sweet...so...
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And come in
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And lay down
Go get your knife, go get your knife
Get filthy
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And kiss me...
song performed by by Deftones
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Thriving
We thrive together
And perish together.
It is comradeship.
We thrive with a leader
And perish with him.
It is monarchy.
We thrive with a master
And perish for him.
It is slavery.
We thrive together
And perish sporadically.
It is the survival of the fittest.
We thrive together
And perish fighting with in.
It is barbarism.
A democracy witnesses
All these sects mixed.
11.07.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Genius is the capacity for productive reaction against one's training.
quote by Bernard Berenson
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These Knives
Why walk around with a knife in your pocket?
Are you afraid of yourself? !
Or, do you want to kill somebody around you?
It is a shame that you have a knife in your pocket,
But stop this act of negativity and live and let us live;
Like the satus-quo of Romeo and Juliet.
You claim to go to church but,
There is a knife in your pocket!
Infact, this act will not take you to heaven.
So, do learn for the better than stabbing somebody with these knives.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Training For Christ
It is good to be physically fit, but what about our soul and spirit?
For it’s a man’s spirit and soul, which makes him spiritually whole.
Physical fitness now my friend, has no spiritual benefit in the end,
But it’s the training in godliness, which leads us to spiritual fitness.
All us who belong to God’s Son, need to train for the life to come,
Through the Spirit of Jesus Christ, for the present and a future life,
Our manual is the Word of God, as we labor upon this earthly sod,
With eternity as our final goal, we need training for our eternal soul.
Exercises for our heart and mind, with a training of a different kind,
And memory is the place to start, as we hide The Word in our heart.
This won’t strength us physically, but prepare our souls for eternity,
And as God’s Truth we do recall, we’re lifted up as we begin to fall.
This training by The Spirit inside, helps believers in Christ, to abide,
As The Lord transforms our mind, leaving old worldly ways behind.
This as we exercise our new life, living for The Savior, Jesus Christ,
And when we’re lifted from that fall, it’s in Christ, we then stand tall.
This training is second to none, as men train for God’s Eternal Son,
Who begins training in all men, who in Christ have been Born Again,
Training which shall continue until, Christ completes His Father’s will,
Then all who trained on the earth, will receive reward of eternal worth.
(Copyright ©06/2008)
Turlough Carolan
He was blind and illiterate that much of him we know
And still his music is with us from centuries ago
He had creative genius and his genius still shine through
A rare gem Turlough Carolan one of the chosen few.
The harper of the county Meath in music live today
His music known around the World in Countries far away
And Carolan's concerto still very much alive
The only test of genius is when their work survive.
The only test of genius is when their work live on
For centuries and centuries when they are dead and gone
And Carolan has passed that test a name to celebrate
His music live three hundred years the genius of the great.
A son of peasant parents and destined to be poor
And though addicted to alcohol his genius remained pure
I like that saying it says it all 'can't keep a good man down'
And the name of Turlough Carolan was destined for renown.
I just switched on the radio to hear the D.J. say
This is a tune from Ireland from Ireland far away
Carolan's farewell to music, oh let the music play
The music of the harper the harper lives today.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Parents (a poem to sing)
Owning lands
moist soil
farmers
vow to sow.
Spreading seeds
all over
for healthy plants
to grow.
Watering the saplings
fertilising
good
for the health of plants.
Pruning them
and then
amidst the Godly chants.
Buds blossom
into flowers
fragrance
spreading
to and fro.
Farmers happy
rejoice flowers
blessed by
HIS graceful show.
---x----
All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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I personally developed the Academy training program. All our training is based on solid educational principles. We present the material in four training formats: lecture, demonstration, drill, and implementation.
Miss Murder
Miss Murder, look at me.
Can't you help me see?
I live and live and thrive and thrive,
I give my life to thee.
Anyday and anyway,
I shoot and stab my life away.
You take and take, I give and give,
But yet, Miss Murder, I still live.
poem by Leon Agnew
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Warriors Of The Wasteland (Attack Full Mix)
Watching the wildlife on my way home
the state of Rome
People gliding on the floor
pleased with life not needing more.
Sunset on the river
people go home in the rain
Familar faces on the train
running scared and staying sane.
If you live by the sword
well
that's your own reward
So don't walk with me
watching the wildlife.
The beast within you eats your heart out
get free from hate and get in love.
Boys in the backyard
the girls are hanging out the lines
Washing day
wosh your troubles away
it's a game we hove to play.
Ghosts are chasing your round
things that happen in the past
Don't make that mistake again
the svn beats down the streets of passion.
If you live by the sword
well
that's your own reward
. . .
Your own worst enemy
get free from hate and get in love.
Watching the wildlife
we all live in a dreamin' home
you watch TV and drive a car
we go outside
but not too far.
Watching the wildlife
we walk the water like a sun.
Living cvts yau like a knife
living here watching the wildlife.
living here watching the wildlife.
song performed by by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
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The tired and thirsty prospector threw himself down at the edge of the watering hole and started to drink. But then he looked around and saw skulls and bones everywhere. 'Uh-oh,' he thought. 'This watering hole is reserved for skeletons.'
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Brilliant Genius, April Fool So Tedious
April Fool So Tedious……,
Brilliant Genius, Brilliant Genius …..,
Through an elite prism he sees us……,
Brilliant Genius, Brilliant Genius …..,
One step short of Jesus…….,
No doubt he doesn’t need us……,
And would never heed us……,
But wants to clothe and feed us……,
Poor bare lawn, he’d even seed us…….,
Just like a lonely, forlorn Venus……,
April Fool So Tedious……,
Brilliant Genius, Brilliant Genius…..! ! !
poem by Trade Martin
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Kiss The Knife
its stupid for me
to let u back in my life
but i cant go no more
without kissing the knife
i know i made u made
i shall pay the price
but all i wanna do is.....
kiss the knife
u can stab me in my back
but i can take that
what makes me feel right
is a kiss to the knife
sharpiest knife in the draw
there is my knife out the door
kiss the knife goodbye
it cut me open
n i gave it my heart my life
i want you back
kiss the knife
poem by James Bost
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Training is such a vital part of preparation for a game, you really do train to play. It tops up your ability, like sharpening a carving knife. You can get away with not doing it for a while, as long as you have reached a certain standard of fitness.
quote by Graeme Le Saux
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the genius in each of us
lies in the ordinariness of the clothes we wear
and the odinary walk that we take on ordinary lanes
the genius of air, and sunlight, and wind
the one that gets inside us without notice
yet makes everyone live
the one that caresses us without feeling
so important and yet makes us survive
the one that refreshes us in the shores
along ships that we are in
taking us to our destinations
tell me if they have special names and special
functions
the ordinary air, the ordinary sunlight, the ordinary wind
is that not the genius of the earth
the fire, the land, the sky
are they not so ordinary for us to take and use and love?
they are the strokes of the genius of the Lord
and yet they never have names of their own
they are everywhere, they are anywhere.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Genius In Each Of Us
the genius in each of us
lies in the ordinariness of the clothes we wear
and the ordinary walk that we take on ordinary lanes
the genius of air, and sunlight, and wind
the one that gets inside us without notice
yet makes everyone live
the one that caresses us without feeling
so important and yet makes us survive
the one that refreshes us in the shores
along ships that we are in
taking us to our destinations
tell me if they have special names and special
functions
the ordinary air, the ordinary sunlight, the ordinary wind
is that not the genius of the earth
the fire, the land, the sky
are they not so ordinary for us to take and use and love?
they are the strokes of the genius of the Lord
and yet they never have names of their own
they are everywhere, they are anywhere.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I bind long Blackwood poles
I bind long Blackwood poles
with a blue pair of pliers and binding wire
between green palisades
and cut it with a old pruning scissor
into the right lengths
and wear a blue bull cap,
but the sun
burns the hell out of me
and every now and then
there’s coffee and water
and a friend’s pruning scissor
that I get from my sweetheart.
I work into the night
and she calls
and ask me
to stop working
and my neck and shoulders
and back and hands are sore
and my face is burnt red
by the sun,
but my sweetheart
is very happy
about how the fence looks.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Lyrical Genius,
lyrical genius,
compare the man of genius,
to all those,
who wish to reach our level,
when you see me,
I got lyric's,
The diction of poetry,
the euphoric nature,
the rythmic tone,
the man of genius reveal's some occult power,
morals and grace,
not playing the victim of false pity,
just like will power,
in nothingness of distinguish character,
the prodigy in the society,
the seeing as the menace,
the crime from man of genius,
man of genius reveal's so much poetic language,
write some classic lyric's,
think of another enigma,
nostalgia, retribution,
bloody fiend,
all those men of genius from history did these,
genius has to go with the moral's,
grace and morality,
will to create in humanity,
not to ruin humanity,
think and act right,
the world belong's to us.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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She had her reward! - that reward of which no enemie could deprive her, which no slanders could make less precious - the eternal reward of knowing that she had done her duty.
quote by Ernestine L. Rose
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Watching The Wildlife
(gill/johnson/nash/otoole)
Watching the wildlife
On my way home, the state of rome
People gliding on the floor
Pleased with life not needing more
Sunset on the river
People go home in the rain
Familiar faces on the train
Running scared, and staying sane
If you live by the sword
Well thats your own reward
So dont walk with me
Watching the wildlife
The beast within you
Eats your heart out
Get free from hate and get in love
Boys in the backyard
The girls are hanging out the lines
Washing the day, wash your troubles away
Its game we have to play
Ghosts are chasing you round
Things that happen in the past
Dont make that mistake again
The sun beats down the streets of passion
If you live by the sword
Well thats your own reward
So dont talk with me
Watching the wildlife
The beast within you
Eats your heart out
Get free from hate and get in love
Your own worst enemy
Get free from hate and get in love
If you live by the sword
Watching the wildlife
Watching you
The beast within you too
Watching the wildlife
Get in love, get in love
Watching the wildlife
We all live in a dream in home
We watch tv and drive a car
We go outside, but not too far
Watching the wildlife
We walk the water like a sun
Living cuts you like a knife
Living here watching the wildlife
Get in love, get in love
song performed by by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
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