Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit.
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Chaos often breeds life when order breeds habit.
quote by Henry Adams
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Be the master of emotion.
Comforts breed irresistance.
Kindness breeds cowardice.
Hatred breeds blindness.
Ignorance breeds innocence.
Treat them as your servants.
10.05.2001, Pmdui
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Which Kingdom marches ahead?
Low breeds are discarded and weaklings, eliminated;
Hybrids are propagated and high-breeds, nurtured.
This is the kingdom of Plants and Animals.
Low breeds are promoted and weaklings, protected;
Hybrids scorned and high-breeds ignored.
This is the kingdom of Human being.
Which kingdom marches ahead?
05.02.99, Dindukkal
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Violence
(tennant/lowe)
----------------
The sons and brothers, fighting for another cause
Anything to give their lives some meaning
Busy with their guns and dreaming
Far away from here
Said they would act (said they would act)
In self-defense
And all the others, running 'round so hot and bothered
Anything to give their lives some meaning
In the evening
Running around with guns and
Said they would act (said they would act)
In self-defense
With violence
Violence breeds
Violence
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
Violence breeds
Violence
(ooh yeah, violence breeds violence)
(ooh yeah, breeds yeah, breeds yeah)
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
The son and brother, when he gets home
He gives someone some love
And mutters: "woman, (mutters woman)
You'll never understand (never understand)
I did what i said (did what i said)
In self-defense
With violence"
Violence breeds
Violence
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
Violence breeds
Violence
(ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
(ooh yeah, violence)
(ooh yeah, violence breeds violence)
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Familiarity breeds contempt; distance breeds respect.
Lust is Satan
Lust leads to greed;
Greed leads to pride;
Pride brings envy;
Envy brings jealousy;
Jealousy breeds hatred.
Hatred breeds chaos.
Lust is the root.
Chaos is the blossom.
No God can stop it.
08.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Creature
A shadow glides above my plate
And all I see is birds migrate
Going south, remember me
When you fly above the sea
Autumn dies serene and slow
The lamp stands in a gentle glow
The silence rules, the evening grows
And the moon is far below
In me twist a sudden cramp
In my heart I hear it stamp
Marrow and blood encircle me
My blood stream chokes on gall and spleen
What will become of you
Since you have forsaken me
Not one tear I have in me
I am numb to my memory
Ill believe than that youre dead
First I felt bitter, I made amends
But I see you in a new light
You only have my contempt
So Ill believe than that youre dead
Second youre a loser, I spit on pretence
And I begin to wonder, and I begin to understand
That, youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds and kind of dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Dies.
song performed by by Xymox
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Creature
A shadow glides above my plate
And all I see is birds migrate
Going south, remember me
When you fly above the sea
Autumn dies serene and slow
The lamp stands in a gentle glow
The silence rules, the evening grows
And the moon is far below
In me twist a sudden cramp
In my heart I hear it stamp
Marrow and blood encircle me
My blood stream chokes on gall and spleen
What will become of you
Since you have forsaken me
Not one tear I have in me
I am numb to my memory
Ill believe than that youre dead
First I felt bitter, I made amends
But I see you in a new light
You only have my contempt
So Ill believe than that youre dead
Second youre a loser, I spit on pretence
And I begin to wonder, and I begin to understand
That, youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds and kind of dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Youre a creature that breeds its kind and dies
Dies.
song performed by by Xymox
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Six Six Six Revealed (repeating cycle) (Jul 7th,2004)
(one)
Love brings war
Love breeds hate
Love births peace
Love begats death
Love blossoms life
(two)
Life blossoms love
Life begats death
Life breeds hate
Life brings war
life births peace
(three)
Peace births life
Peace brings war
Peace begats death
Peace blossoms love
Peace breeds hate
(four)
Hate breeds peace
Hate brings love
Hate births war
Hate blossoms life
Hate begats death
(five)
Death begats hate
Death breeds life
Death blossoms love
Death brings peace
Death births war
(six)
War births death
War begats peace
War blossoms life
War breeds hate
War brings love
Misconstrued
never ending or beginning
One last bringing of war
Begatting death of the cycle
Blossoming life as it is meant to be
Bringing cataclysmic profound love
Birthing true peace and tranquility
poem by Nicholas McDonough
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Inaction breeds doubt and fear. Action breeds confidence and courage. If you want to conquer fear, do not sit home and think about it. Go out and get busy.
quote by Dale Carnegie
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Male Chauvinism
A woman wants a chest to rest on
For her nest that she gets ample
From her husband in her life span.
Also she wants a pair of manly arms.
To hold her fast in her life cycle.
That she finds slackening in time
As her spouse grows weary of her charm.
Helpless she reels under male chauvinism.
Monogamy breeds Monotony,
Which in turn breeds Infidelity.
15.06.99, Palakk
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I don't think violence on film breeds violence in life. Violence in life breeds violence in films.
quote by Robert Aldrich
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Love and hatred
The mother disciplines her kid,
Who is my grandson, so dear.
Love for him breeds hatred for her.
That hatred breeds more love for him.
29.04.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ansar Ud Deen
school of knolegde
school of polish
school of poise
school of virtues
school of angels
school by GOD
school by ALLAH
school of memories
school located in badagry
school that breeds legends
school that breeds presidents
school that breeds elite leaders
school that trades knowledge, power, education, future leaders
school i will attend even in my postmortem
school of no critism
school of the blacks
school of africa
my school
ansar ud deen
ansar ud deen
ansar ud deen
ansar ud deen
poem by Umoh Cyril
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Life In Symbols
Who died?
Someone
has or will?
Unless I let the fantail
symbol of death
fluttering around flying
within this
room
in this house
out through the
open doorway to
freedom to life.
Who died?
Is it my place
to restore life
or preserve
life or
reestablish
quality life?
Too many soulless
echo minds
are cast away lost upon
material dreams
ever remaining soulless.
Input equals output.
Hate breeds hate.
Love breeds love.
Prosperity
Peace
Restoration.
Eventual
Enlightenment
Individualized.
Unive rsal
Harmony
Beckons.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Mother-child rotation
Tradition breeds revolution
Revolution grows to tradition.
Tradition breeds revolution again.
They are like mother child rotation.
29.10.2007.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Brightest Star
Brightest star in the sky
surrenders no light in the dark
where anger breeds unkept
in a lifeless world unkind
words that scorch the heart
as a ruthless nuclear fallout
that shadows the earth
misshapen growth of cancer
destroys life in a single blow
upon the wind
of a radioactive wave
brightest star in the sky
unable to penetrate the poison
in the self - destruction of life
where anger breeds unkept
in a world unkind
poem by Patty Rose
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Countdown
Trailer red like the sea
Well I'm the son of a crowded bed
Find your love's gonna count for me
Your love that breaths, breeds
Gonna paste up our damn heads
Gonna drop, gonna drop, gonna count for me
Your love that breaths, breeds
Your love that's catchin' the breeze.
Son of a crowded bed
Son of a cloudy night
Well find your love's gonna count for me, your love's gonna count for me
We'll count down (8x)
Yeah
Waitin' for a chance to pass
Some ho say some say now go
Lookin' for a chance for speed
A love that breaths, breeds
High time getting past black
Gonna drop, gonna drop, gonna count for me
Your love that breaths, breeds
Your love that's catchin' the breeze
Son of a crowded bed
Son of a cloudy night
Find your love's gonna count for me, your love's gonna count for me
We'll count down (16x)
Yeah
song performed by by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
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My Desire Remained A Desire
My desire
Remained a desire
Never got fulfilled
So I decided
To make another desire,
I prayed to god
To give me strength
Not to desire
After few days
I asked god
What happened to?
My desire
Of not desiring
God said to me
Since you desired
Not to ever desire
If I fulfill it
You shall not get
What you desired
If I do not fulfill
Your desire
You shall keep on
Complaining
About unfulfilment
Of desire
So my advice is
Desire less
Remain contented
Do not expect much
As expectation breeds
Frustration
And frustration breeds
Anger
In anger one looses cool
Becomes
Rash and purposeless
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Crime, And Justice...
crime, and justice,
how do we decide?
the crime committed,
but what caused the crime?
poverty, need,
addiction, hopelessness.
the anger of the owned,
lashing out indiscriminately.
but the choice is still there.
in the final it is!
but violence breeds violence,
and greed breeds violence.
we bury the victim,
listening for footsteps down the hall.
the executioner closes his eyes
as if to absolve.
and we bury another.
those that have still have.
well protected, well insulated,
and the courtroom is empty.
choices?
who owns the choice?
in the final judgement,
whose hands will be clean?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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