At the time my dog had a fungus on her chest that wouldn't heal and resisted treatment. I made an ointment with our product and it cleared up in two days. She lived to 17 years.
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Harmony With Darkness
It is extremely clear,
You travel with discomfort.
And sip on agonies that leave you drained.
The dripping of them from your lips...
Disappoint with those expectations,
You neither receive nor get!
From the exposure of it!
It is clearly known you want this shown.
While secluding your delusions.
Although standards you maintain...
Have strained relationships,
You once had gained.
There is an unhappiness kept self inflicted.
Your treasure chest of gifts,
You have allowed restricted!
They've become diminished like heirlooms replaced.
With a pawning done...
And etched upon your saddened face!
You are in harmony with darkness!
A tune sung and kept reminisced.
You are in harmony with darkness!
And plugged you are...
Right into it!
It is extremely clear,
You travel with discomfort.
That you alone have invited into your home.
And it is kept pampered like a loyal devoted pet.
One you expect to shower you with misery.
From Sunrise to Sunset!
You are in harmony with darkness.
And you've name it 'Eminent'.
Isn't it...
Eminent?
You are in harmony with darkness.
And it is permanently,
Un-resisted.
There is an unhappiness kept self inflicted.
Your treasure chest of gifts,
You have allowed restricted!
They've become diminished like heirlooms replaced.
With a pawning done...
And etched upon your saddened face!
You are in harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness,
Is permanently un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness.
Permanently,
Un-resisted!
Harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness.
Permanently,
Un-resisted!
Oh oh oh oooh!
In harmony with darkness.
Eminent,
Isn't it!
Your harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time Will Heal
I know you want to get into my mind
But Im not gonna let you in
Until Ive had the time to begin to know you better
I know you want to get into my heart
But Im not gonna let you in
Til youve given me the time to heal a wound still bleeding
If you want a love thatll last
Youre moving much to fast
You gotta take your time, take it day by day
Time will heal me
Time will heal me
And babe take your time
Time will heal
I know you want to get into my mind
To wash away the hurt and sorrow
To let me know thaht you are the answer to my question
The problem is that love is often blind
It fools you into thinking youre happy
Then suddenly the mask falls away and leaves you weeping
If you are the promised land
Ive yet to understand
And while theres room for doubt we take it
Day by day
Time will heal me
Time will heal me
Babe heal me
And babe take your time
With you near me
Time will heal me
Time will heal me
I cant say the words you want to hear
But maybe given time
Time will heal
The pain I feel inside
Time will heal
The hurting and the pride
Time will heal
Ill open up my heart to you
Time will heal
Ill find the words to say to you
Time will heal
The world will see the change in me
Time will heal
song performed by by Level 42
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I don't want to give too much of it away, because I haven't cleared it with Bob, but the treatment is twenty years, and she, in an effort to protect herself faked her death and did a series of things regarding Dr. Loomis, who has died, because Michael Myers was after her.
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Thus far
I took treatment;
The body-ache was gone; with it the winter too.
I took treatment;
The allergy was gone; with it the spring too.
I took treatment;
The acnes were gone; with it the summer too.
I took treatment;
The gastric was gone; with it the autumn too.
Sometimes I got fortunes.
Sometimes I was spared.
Sometimes I was rescued.
Sometimes I got miseries reduced.
I ascribed all to my God I believe.
With time I have grown thus far.
With faith I have stood thus far.
15.04.2007I
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Power
I resisted
He resisted
We both resisted!
Yet, the power of
Lust –
Overpowered us ;)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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When Death Comes to Those We Love
When death comes to those we love
It is not the thing of the academic funeral
But force which rips and tears the soul
Requires the ointment of time to heal
So profound are its wounds.
poem by Bill Grace
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There's an expectation these days that novels - like any other consumer product - should be made on a production line, with one dropping from the conveyor belt every couple of years.
quote by Donna Tartt
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Overcoming Setbacks
My space is my space!
And it's a happy place deserved.
Long in development.
And cleared of weeds,
Dusted of rubblish...
And nonsense free.
With resisted self evaluation done.
None of it fun overcoming setbacks.
And heartbreaks.
Or those mistakes clinging,
Onto denials made.
Fearing the truth hiding behind excuses...
I did to reduce pain felt.
Sitting I would do far removed from self...
To think of my journey,
Aboard a ship rudderless.
Until I awakened...
To shake away from my own confrontations.
Now to greet a 'me' I began to know to love!
With resisted self evaluation done.
None of it fun overcoming setbacks.
And heartbreaks.
Or those mistakes clinging,
Onto denials made.
My space is my space!
And it's a happy place deserved.
With or without those passing judgement,
About my love of it being self serving.
Nor do I solicit opinions,
Regarding how my life is best to live.
The enjoyment comes,
From the doing of it.
With less self abuse...
That seduces creative excuses to make!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choosing To Be Fooled
Crazed are these days.
And everybody prays they'll go away.
But when they came and visited,
Few among them resisted.
Crazed are these days.
And everybody prays they'll go away.
But when they came and visited,
Few among them resisted.
And sitting idle while they arrived,
Were people in denial.
Criticizing those who said...
'Be prepared for the days ahead.
Ignore the facts!
But try to get them off your back.
Ignore the facts!
And you'll lay awake in bed instead.'
Deluded are the people...
Choosing to be fooled.
Crazed are these days.
And everybody prays they'll go away.
But when they came and visited,
Few among them resisted.
Crazed are these days.
That everybody prays will go away,
With ignoring of facts.
Trying to get them off their backs fast.
Deluded are the people...
Choosing to be fooled.
With a wish,
To be fools.
Dumbed-down.
Dumbee doo dumbee doo bee doo.
Dumbed-down.
Dumbee doo dumbee doo bee doo.
Dumbed-down.
Dumbee doo dumbee doo bee doo.
Dumbed-down...
Dumbee doo down bee doo bee doo.
Come softly,
Fleeced sheep.
Stay sleeping,
And weep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get It Together
One shot to your heart without breaking your skin
No one has the power to hurt you like your kin
Kept it inside didn't tell no one else
Didn't even want to admit it to yourself
And now your chest burns and your back aches
>From 15 years of holding the pain
And now you only have yourself to blame if you continue to live this way
Chorus
Get it together you wanna heal your body
Get it together you have to heal your heart
Whatsoever you sow you will reap
Get it together
You can fly
song performed by by India.Arie from Voyage To India
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Attempts Made To Prevent Change
A routine affixed to descriptions of stability,
Once depicted in overtures praised...
Has not strengthened aging to crumble foundations,
Built in days to glorify values and standards.
But has stubbornly resisted,
Against a flexibility these days lived...insist.
Time has proven,
Only that which is flexible sustains and endures...
With drastic adjustments made if needed,
Enabling innovative proactive actions consideration,
To continue forward with a pace that stays,
Current and updated to appreciate.
Reassuring those still left afraid....
That a future faced must let go of a grasp,
Wishing to maintain the relevance...
Of a quickly fading and dieing past.
And any attempts made to prevent change,
Will not or can it as is...in ignorance, forever last.
Reviewing to revisit and remininsce the past,
Would better serve a cost effectiveness...
If left to exhibit in museums.
Isn't that the purpose for them?
To visit and review what is on display...
Then to leave what has been exhibited when finished.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time To Heal
In the cities and the towns
The word is coming down
No more doubt, no more pain
Theres been a dragging of the chain
Now theres a price we gotta pay
No way out, no way round
Where is the town that we lived in, brother?
Where is the sound of the church bells, sister?
Now is the time to heal
You keep running from the wheel
But theres nothing left to feel
Empty heart down and out
Now the writers cant explain
Why were playing up again
No way out, no way down
Where is the hope of a clean tomorrow?
Hope only offers when justice is coming
Now is the time to heal
Where is the ground, the beloved country?
Women and men who have fallen silent
Where are the words that can speak forgiveness?
Now is the time
Now is the time
Now is the time to heal
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Any time the United States government turns over an American citizen, including military personnel, to the government of another country, it is in our nature to want to make sure that they receive the best treatment, the fairest treatment, and the most humane treatment.
quote by Howard Baker
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What If
What if I couldn’t see?
I wouldn’t know how to be.
What if I couldn’t walk?
I wouldn’t be able to go to the park.
What if I couldn’t smell?
I wouldn’t know early monsoon shower smell.
What if I couldn’t feel?
I wouldn’t even know how to heal.
What if I couldn’t taste?
All the gourmet food would go to waste.
What if I couldn’t touch?
I wouldn’t know love as such.
What if I couldn’t cry?
I wouldn’t be able to let go of grief even if I try.
What if I couldn’t smile?
I wouldn’t be able to feel light even for a while.
I can do all of these things
Lord, it’s a blessing.
, These are the gifts
We realize when we are unfit.
I have really no clue
How the less privileged do.
I guess with courage and acceptance
They go on with grace.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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The song of a pathological liar
I am four foot three ....not really
I am a vegetarian pacifist
Not really
I am a capricorn
Not really
I don't believe in the 'stars'
I was born on a mars bar
I feel only with my hands
Not really, , , , very well
I am from a large cable tossing clan
Of Irish priests in open toe sandals
I have two bunions
And walk in front of traffic
I am a flatulent loner
Not really
When I am nervous I bite my toenails
I have an incurable fungus disease
I have a hat made of mushrooms
I walk out into on coming traffic
I never cross the road, unless
It is two drag an old lady against her will
I am a three foot swiss pensioner with a chest wig and halitosis
I used to be a ballroom dancer
I became a saloon bar arm wrestler to distract myself from drinking
I am a very small receding scots man
I don't eat cheese on sundays
I invented mushrooms
I can produce an egg from my back porch on a wednesday
My name is Colin Angus Still Waters lie deep
I am a thirty two year old mushroom impersonator
Called keith
My pathology came back with L plates
meaning I am patholigically a L
I can only tell the truth when I am standing
Using a japanese translator who is disguised as a coffee table
I lived off a crumb for thirty days and thirty nights
Until somebody opened the cake tin
When working part time as a cupboard
I often allow people who are very tiny to hide in me
For a small rental fee
I like my coffee with room for milk
So I can charge the milk rent
I hate starbuck coffee
but find my doppleganger drinking it to spite me
I lived with a fruit salad for fifty years
Til the smell made me vomit
lying is best done lying down
I have a very bard gramma
My grandma says she 'aint bad! '
When I was eleven and...I beat a boy to a pulp an made his nose bleed
I spend my holidays floating ob the riveira in a match box
Size is not an issue
I often go missing and can be found only with the aide of a magnifying
glass
I walk in circles due to having two left feet
I didn't invent the atomic kitten
Which was detonated by controlled explosion
A vet called 'a vet' was later arrested and charges with possessing
'KITTENS OF MASS DESTRUCTION'
poem by Yvette Smith
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Tart Tart
When he came out to the lock-up
He said Im looking for something better
He made his shock announcement
And backed off, backed down, backed off
And then he got up off the floor
He said Im wealthy enough, not to do this no more
And he made it all known with his hands held up, palm
Out
And she said dont know if I should
Cause I worry too much about the tests on the blood
And at first it was a yes, and then a no, then a
yes.
A maggot sleeps on her desk
H wears a sleeping bag as his vest
And hes getting too too bothered
About the spots on his chest, chest, chest
Now shes (blank)...she laid it on
And a few days later shes gone
So its back to the womb
To get drowned, drowned, drowned, drowned warm (? ? ? )
song performed by by Happy Mondays
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We lived on a farm in the English countryside, where we wrote a lot of our music. You really were treated like an artist during those days-not like product, which is now the mode.
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For Mel (villanelle)
The one who should have lived has gone so fast.
The old ones, in their dotage, linger on –
they, with no future, live only in the past.
And we who can but sit, dumb and aghast,
scarcely believe that while the sun still shone
the one who should have lived has gone so fast.
Six decades older, surviving to their last
few days or years, together but alone,
they, with no future, live only in the past.
At least she kept on living to the last,
but should have had a future. She has none.
The one who should have lived has gone so fast,
and they, for whom so many years have passed,
are unaware that one they loved is gone.
They, with no future, live only in the past,
mark time until the final trumpet blast,
and never know the respite they have won.
The one who should have lived has gone so fast.
They, with no future, live only in the past.
poem by Paul Hansford
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From The Most Secretive Of Places
Wouldn't it be nice to live a life we like,
Free without fear of being smeared...
By slander.
And wouldn't it be great if everyone claimed,
To be a friend that can be trusted...
With a faithfulness so loyal and unquestioned,
Until the end.
Wouldn't it be just wonderful to know,
What we do for others...
Is appreciated with a giving back of respect.
Yet...
A life lived without regrets,
Just does not seem to be lived...
If opposition did not exist to make an appearance,
From the most secretive of places that are surprisingly kept.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The King [ I ]
AMONG the sons of Englishmen
Full many feel like real tears,
For, though he reigned but scarcely ten,
He bore the burden many years.
He lived the dead past doubly down,
He shamed, by manliness and truth,
The lies that beat about a crown,
And round a known man in his youth.
For he had lived as men have done
Since Adam’s time, to prove them true.
He proved it in his manhood’s prime,
And to the end, as strong men do.
And so he died, and, ever since,
And on through years the words shall ring:
“He lived a man, he lived a prince,
And died a gentleman and King.”
Unto the friends of his hot youth,
In his wise age, he still was true.
He showed, by steadfastness and truth,
What kings as well as men can do;
Till all was manlike or forgot,
Long years ere he found his release;
He made them loyal who were not,
He won respect, and kept the peace.
poem by Henry Lawson
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