A certain recluse, I know not who, once said that no bonds attached him to this life, and the only thing he would regret leaving was the sky.
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The framework I found, which made the decision [to start Amazon in 1994] incredibly easy, was what I called a regret minimization framework. I wanted to project myself forward to age 80 and say, 'OK, I'm looking back on my life. I want to minimize the number of regrets I have.' And I knew that when I was 80, I was not going to regret having tried this. I was not going to regret trying to participate in this thing called the Internet that I thought was going to be a really big deal. I knew that if I failed, I wouldn't regret that. But I knew the one thing I might regret is not ever having tried. I knew that that would haunt me every day.
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If you think that you can think about a thing, inextricably attached to something else, without thinking of the thing it is attached to, then you have a legal mind.
quote by Henry C. Blinn
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Bonds
Bonds are something we live with.
They tie people together
whether it be in love or friendship.
They are invisible strands of blessings,
which sometimes are very hard to break.
They hold two hearts together
through the turmoil
life can throw our way.
Sometimes the bonds are taunt,
other times they slackened a little bit,
but the bonds are there to remind us
we always need someone in our lives.
8 June 2008
poem by David Harris
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Like a Joy Ride That Leaves Them Tingling
Many have awakened,
To discover their realities sold.
Standards of life...
And that 'quality' emboldened,
In the false text of their history!
Fading with the theft of their economic,
Sensibilities.
That which kept them attached...
To lives of teased luxuries and greed.
Many have awakened,
To discover their realities sold.
With bank closures...
And their bonds unglued.
And just a few short months ago...
All preferred to continue hearing lies.
Than to accept truth...
That never confronted a deceit it could not beat!
And today truth stares them in the face!
Yet,
Some still are praying it goes away!
Like a joy ride that leaves them tingling...
As they discuss it while leaving an amusement park!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To a social recluse
He has been all by himself
She has been all by herself
Desperate, alone, miserable and insecure
Both thought that love would be their only cure
To a social recluse
The word ‘socialising’
Is hardly ever ‘tantalising’
In their world to use
Each night, each day she is amused
By this so called man born a social recluse
Her arms are now tattooed with isolation
Washed and shampooed in entire alienation
Once she was bright-eyed in a healthy situation
To a social recluse
The emotional mood
Is that which airs off as being rude!
And shyness is always seen as an excuse
In her search for love has come desperation
And his charms will lead her to a land of no nations
There are always signs but she refuses to take heed
So she will harvest with weed to feed her own needs
And one day she will cry the tears of her own deed
To a social recluse
With lack of interest, quietness is introduced
With friends and family you instantly lose
That is the very effect a recluse produces
To a social recluse
This dark conspicuous personality
Will creep slowly and tear apart friendly cordial unity
Your families and friends will slowly become diffused
Presently she is too blind to see
Her loving hero is a lone ranger
Slowly she will become everything but free
And to herself she will turn a total stranger
Copyright 2009 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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There Is Too Much to Be Enjoyed
If my needs are not met
I have no regret leaving
These days have activated
My wishes and dreams
And it seems too many
Have delayed theirs...
To put their lives on hold.
Waiting to behold
Glorious retirements
Sitting in backyards
Within fences to reminisce.
That kind of laziness
Is not on my top 10.
Pretending we live those days...
Are not these days we live.
If my needs are not met
I have no regret leaving
To get them fulfilled.
Times have changed.
And so have I.
Listening to excuse makers...
Is not on my agenda.
There is too much to be enjoyed,
To be annoyed by 'show and tell' folks.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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As the spokes of a wheel are attached to the hub, so all things are attached to life.
Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so slightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible.
quote by Virginia Woolf
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A Receptacle
A receptacle is handed down to peace,
For the liquid consumed itself;
For a recluse, he handles peace,
And for a student his war rages on.
Reckless panicky men are like substances,
This recitation inverts the brain’s signals.
I can not hand down peace quite the same,
For our recluse inhibits the contests
As much as competitions allow.
Let him waste the receptacle now.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Life Is Lived The Way It Is Lived
A LIFE IS LIVED THE WAY IT IS LIVED
A life is lived the way it is lived
I did what I did
And made mistakes
Maybe most of it was a mistake
I don’t know.
I told myself always
The one thing I would never do
Is regret.
Regrets I don’t have
But the tone of regret now touches all I do
And some deep sadness says
‘I should not have failed so much.’
G-d who gave me this one life
And so much time
And so much opportunity
G-d who gave me my chance truly.
Can I blame You,
If I did not make it?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Fiction is like a spider's web, attached ever so lightly perhaps, but still attached to life at all four corners. Often the attachment is scarcely perceptible; Shakespeare's plays, for instance, seem to hang there complete by themselves. But when the web is pulled askew, hooked up at the edge, torn in the middle, one remembers that these webs are not spun in midair by incorporeal creatures, but are the work of suffering human beings, and are attached to the grossly material things, like health and money and the houses we live in.
quote by Virginia Woolf
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You're Leaving Too Soon
You're leaving too soon
You oughta try believin' just for a day or two
You're tryin' to be wise and that's a foolish thing to do
Close the door
You're leaving too soon
You'll never learn to fly unless you learn to fall
You'll never know the answers 'till you've heard the call
You can't turn your back until you face it all
Take my word
You're leaving too soon
You're leaving too soon
You oughta try believin' just for a day or two
You're tryin' to be wise and that's a foolish thing to do
Close the door
You're leaving to soon
Babe you shouldn't go until you know just what I mean
Now, "happy ever after", I have never seen
But still we might come closer than we've ever been
Come over here
You're leavin' too soon
You're leavin' too soon
You oughta try believin' just for a day or two
You're tryin' to be wise and that's a foolish thing to do
Close the door
You're leaving too soon
You're leaving too soon
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Am I an Angel?
am i an angel
sent here to save many lives
but i'm on the edge of suicide
am i an angel
whose mission is it to cure earthly ailments
when i feel so attached to heavenly elements
am i an angel
who strings together the bonds of love and friendship
yet i can't step foot through Cupid's door
am i an angel
full of unexperienced wisdom and intelligence to pass on
failing to transition to maturity all the while
am i an angel
present for others to benefit from
giving my soul to who i see deserves extra living
am i an angel
losing himself, his wings, and eternity
for bonds of the heart, friendship and mortality
or was i an angel
bored in heaven
seeking emotions to fell
now i suffer and hurt
now i love and care
i'm no angel
i'm just human
poem by Michael J.M. Barber
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Naked Truths
Stripping me of naked truths
The promise i desire
Working it out in my mind
Is like sleeping on barbed wire
The only thing i want, can come from you
You're my only hope, to pull me through
I'm leaving it upto you
I'm leaving it upto you
I prey to god you know what to do
Do you?
I'm walking in the dark, sleeping in sunshine
I'm forward in my thoughts
But backwards in my mind
I'm laying with a gun
And laying straight
If this wayward bullet strays
It'll kill the wait
The only thing i want, can come from you
You're my only hope to pull me through
I'm leaving it upto you
I'm leaving it upto you
I prey to god you know what to do
Do you?
Do you?
My battered heart's been bruised
My soul erased
All because dust has settled
On my very distant grave
I don't know what to do
So till then i'll sleep.
An i trust
So i'm gonna leave it upto you
The only thing i want, can come from you
You're my only hope to pull me through
I'm leaving it upto you
I'm leaving it upto you
I prey to god you know what to do
Do you?
Do you?
Do you?
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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Regret's A Cold Companion
Regret's no consolation
For things no longer near
Regret's no panacea
For problems that were clear
Regret's a backward looking
For things that were to last
For hopes that were to happen
Now firm stuck in the past
Regret's a cold companion
Regret's a dulling force
Regret finds its own dominion
In that process called divorce.
poem by David Keig
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Stand For Trial
Millions on this beautiful land may be wishing
Love to live more among their brethrens and perishing
Attached to the sentiments with no intention to depart
Stay there as it is and breathe as inseparable part
Alas! If that was the option available with us
No one could have thought of leaving with good trust
As life was proving meaningful in many ways
To leave it in between could have been unbearable thought in any way
So to say life is precious matter to be concerned with
We see many of our close friends leaving world with doubts on faith
Yet that cycle never stops and hunts mind of human being
Life has to end for poor, down trodden or even for mighty king
As we excel in our performance, there has to be some one to ask
For our success or failure after finishing the venture or task
If it is not then it may prove unproductive and less rewarding
As it may become then routine and noted with no wordings
So what next after leaving this beautiful universe?
Many epic books reveal about it in their verses
We can imagine about another world to go and stand for trial
If that is what is to be believed despite offering denials
It is nice to have some fear in the mind about good deeds
It is not the aim of life to live long on nourishment and food
Some worthwhile thing too must be performed on limited scale
Face must shine with happiness for good work and for bad turn pale
Nothing more or extra ordinary is needed
Only some humanitarian aspects to be heeded
Many may be starving and dying unnatural death
Let us pray for their well being even with any faith
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Hands Of A Teacher
Optimism,
Optimism perished from the face of my earth
And then you came along, came along and swept me away,
She kissed me, as we stood on the edge,
The night made the day as we made for the bridge
It started raining hard, and I saw we may live to regret
No I never really understood
No I never really understood why,
Because Ive never been given,
Never been given two tries,
No I never really understood,
Understood why...
Pessimism,
Pessimism perished from the face of my earth,
And then you came along, came along and swept me away,
Did you miss me? did you miss me as we walked
Through the pain, attached the chain so you could
See me again
I started asking myself, did I teach you right?
No I never really understood
No I never really understood why,
Because Ive never been given,
Never been given two tries,
No I never really understood,
Understood why...
Understood why...
You came to me, you broke the bonds,
You set me free
And then the love that you promised me
Came a tumblin tumblin tumblin down
Into my hands...
No I never really understood
No I never really understood why,
Because Ive never been given,
Never been given two tries,
No I never really understood,
Understood why...
So teacher teach me...
song performed by by Live
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Lives Tied In New Family Bonds
bonding is lives tied in family bonds
marriage union ties faith strong loyalties
new bonds consummated born ties
bonding is lives tied in firm family bonds
new bonds consummated born birth ties
marriage celebrations ties strong loyalties
marriage union ties bloodline loyalties
bonding is lives tied new life perpetuates
new bonds regenerate legacy possibilities
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Superstar
The girl of my mind came in my life
But I couldn't offer her anything.
The girl of my mind then went away
But I couldn't stop her from leaving.
I keep waiting for her
But she won't come back now it seems.
Now my thoughts are like storms
They took away all my sweet dreams.
No one makes me crazy like her
She is my only superstar.
I was such a stupid
I couldn't keep her in my life
I cut loose all the bonds
With her as if with a sharp knife.
poem by Asif Andalib
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You've Attached Yourself to Me
You've attached yourself to me.
For purposes you choose to keep...
Discreet and secret.
And unconfessed.
As if to suggest...
Your intentions are nothing more,
Than to deceive with an intent...
I will come to disbelieve,
This is not the intention meant.
You asked how I would feel,
If from you I became detached?
You've attached yourself to me.
My peace of mind from me will not leave.
Since you had nothing to do with that!
Remember...
You've attached yourself to 'me'?
And I'm too honest with myself,
Not to recognize...
Manipulations that arrive,
With lies expressed in clouded eyes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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