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Middle age: when you begin to exchange your emotions for symptoms.

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These Are Symptoms

Rather than to admit to madness,
It was left unaddressed and explosed.
Rather than prevent it in its steps,
And arresting its progress...
The symptoms were ignored,
As a decision everyone then chose.

Locally,
People were still stuck...
In a 'they' and 'them' mindset.
Having no interests in backyard events.
Not even to be curious enough,
To take a peek through the fence.
Set in their ways and making less sense.

Accepting and tolerating a decline of their lives.
Not wishing to cause trouble...
So they kept their mouths closed,
To minimize the hassle.
And made any complaints,
In muffled tones in their homes.
As if a disease had arrived to condone.

And one did!

Rather than to admit to madness,
It was left unaddressed and explosed.
Rather than prevent it in its steps,
And arresting its progress...
The symptoms were ignored,
As a decision everyone then chose.

'No.No.No,
They're sick.'
These are symptoms!
~No.No.
They are.~
These are symptoms!
*No.No.
We're not! *
These are symptoms!
'They are.'
These are symptoms!
~Nooo.~

'No.No.No,
She's sick.'
These are symptoms!
~No.No.
He is.~
These are symptoms!
*No.No.
THEY are.*
These are symptoms!
'NO! '
These are symptoms!
~Nooo.~

'No.No.No,
They're sick.'
These are symptoms!
~No.No.
They are.~
These are symptoms!
*No.No.
We're not! *
These are symptoms!
'They are.'
These are symptoms!
~Nooo.~

These are symptoms!
~No.~
Symptoms,
Yes!
These are symptoms!
~No.~
Symptoms,
Yes!
These are symptoms!
~No.~
Symptoms,
Yes!
These are symptoms.
~No.~
These are symptoms.
Symptoms.
Symptoms.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inversion in maturity.

The middle age in man is
When the broad mind and
The narrow pit exchange places.
The middle age in woman is
When the fragile limbs and
The rigid heart exchange places.
15.04.2003

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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For The Sake of Having That Kind of Dedication

When those symptoms of love,
Begin to show signs...
They are design to kill?
Focus your emotions on an exit.
Do not sit and wish for alternatives to arrive.
They wont.
And usually don't.

When love becomes a twisted mix,
Of misunderstandings and heated arguments.
Focus your emotions on an exit.
Do not sit and wish for alternatives to arrive.
They wont.
And usually don't.

Unless you are one of those lucky ones.
Who decide to remain medicated.
To numb every feeling you have.
For the sake of having that kind of dedication,
Interpreted as an appreciation for maintaining tolerance.
And that is annually celebrated.
Complete with a pill popping done and chased by vodka.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the Middle of Nowhere

In the middle of nowhere
There isn’t no story
The tales that begin with the end
The journey that begin with saying good bye
In the middle of nowhere
The legend’s made to be forgotten

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Symptoms

Symptoms,
Measures,
To counter! !
And like the symptoms of the Dutch disease,
But the phenomenon of your love is like the deep blue sea.
An increase in the price of your product is know to us,
But the ship will always sail on the sea;
And like the indicative measures of the symptoms of your love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Can The Middle Of The Darkest Night/Be Morning?

CAN THE MIDDLE OF THE DARKEST NIGHT/ BE MORNING?

Can the middle of the darkest night
Be morning?
Can we begin again
When all seems lost?
Is there a way out
When there seems no way out?

The dark rain falls and the dark rain gives all living things life
But in the middle of the night
Inside
The warmth and the walls say all.

Can we begin again?
Can I begin again?
I don’t know.

Morning light will come again to the world.
But will it come for me?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Symptoms

How many symptoms can I count upon
to affect my conscious being?
I have so many that just appear
and seeing is believing.
Unwanted marks that are called beauty
are blemishes on my skin.
There's nothing beautiful about them
but it's the skin I am in.
Hips too wide, waist too small,
bosom ample enough.
Clothing hard to fit just right
and if that's not the stuff
that makes these symptoms, everyone
the bane of my existence,
then surely I can say that I know
they're just a minor hindrance.
For symptoms come and stay a while
and you get used to them.
But I always wonder which will be next
and will it cause a problem?

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Freezing Process

Taken to the brink of something.
Something, but we cant know what.
To wait, to want, its so bad, and,
try something, and,
moving to slow,
to get where you want to go.
Looking for results,
you cant begin, to,
find a way out from the cold,
place youre in.
But it suits you,
your condition.
Symptoms that keep you in,
keep you from motion.
Until its cold,
slowing you down,
until you cant go.
Taken by something,
but you cant hold on to it,
you cant.
It slips through your fingers,
slips through your hand.
Because theyre too cold,
cant get a grip,
on whats in your sight.
Its like getting old.
Its like getting told, to, sit, still.
But it suits you,
your condition.
Symptoms that keep you in,
keep you from motion.
Until its cold,
slowing you down,
until you cant go.
Its not me.
Is there something,
so wrong.
Process of depraving yourself,
of peace of mind

song performed by by Quicksand
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In The Middle Of The Journey

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE JOURNEY

In the middle of the journey
Though closer to the end
With still perhaps some years to go
Old and yet not the oldest of the old
I try to begin again.

I know
If I have not done it yet
I probably never will.

I know all the years
I did not make effort enough
Are not mine
To make effort in
In the future.

I know I probably will never get there.
I know it is not ‘beginning’
I should be doing now.

I do not then ‘begin again’
I continue from where I am
Which is not very far
On the road
Which is longer than I can see.

Will I get there?

All the evidence says ‘no’.

Nonetheless
I write this
As another small step on the way
To where I probably will not go.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Emotions Of The Heart

Emotions of the heart
emotions of the mind
where do they start

Are we born
to feel from the start
or do we learn as we grow

Are we born to live
or born to die
would we still cry
if nobody else did

Where does life begin
where does it end
I guess we will only know
when we are dead

Emotions of the heart

poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Sand

If you can heal the symptoms
but not affect the cause
it's quite a bit like trying to heal
the gunshot wound with gauze
if you instead attempt to rest
the pistol from the hand
then I would not be able to
equate my life with sand
Flowing through the hourglass
pushing through the funnel
turn once more and racing
all your siblings for the tunnel
slide like the silicone
embrace you as you fall
then bounce around
and let your brothers
crush you to the wall
I would choose my own religion
worship my own spirit
but if he ever preached to me
I wouldn't want to hear it
I'd drop him a forgotten god
languishing in shame
and then if I hit stormy seas
I'd have myself to blame
If you can heal the symptoms,
but not affect the cause
you can't heal the symptoms

song performed by by Phish
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Angel

Its not I who sought the novice its the novice who sought me cook went blind and drank too much and fed his guest on angeldust where did the pain start when did the symptoms begin where did the
Start what have the symptoms been? if my heads been through a windscreen why are all the eyeballs green? take me round the roundabout slow down, dont stop bail out-pull out it was not I who bi
Sheriff it was the sheriff who bit me by my lambchops, buttercup what a crucifixion what a crucifixion mean I was bitten by a horse now Im moving for divorce it took more than one man to change
Ame to shanghai lily whats a cluckin chicken whats a cluckin chicken need wheres the cluckin chicken wheres the cluckin chicken been

song performed by by Happy Mondays
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So Afraid

My pains gone numb over these darkened years
Form a pristine lake with these falling tears
I want to change, I never will
I'm so afraid of the way I feel
A clouded mind a troubled past
Emotions concealed behind my mask
Doubt and mistrust have made me blind
Afraid of what emotions I may find
Not one friend that I could trust
Distant memories begin to rust
Afraid of regret and loss of hope
Washed up dreams left out to soak
Thoughts so clear begin to fade
For mistakes are now being paid
Inside im so afraid

poem by Nic Hillen
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Judgments, value judgments concerning life, for or against, can in the last resort never be true: they possess value only as symptoms, they come into consideration only as symptoms - in themselves such judgments are stupidities.

quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Newborn screening is a public health intervention that involves a simple blood test used to identify many life-threatening genetic illnesses before any symptoms begin.

quote by Lucille Roybal Allard
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Two Lonely Hearts (Love Ballad) :

We've been apart, for a very long time.
Time is still on my mind.
I must find my way back to you.

It's been awhile, since you stared in my eyes.
True love never dies.
As the stars begin to shine.

'Cause two lonely hearts.
Come together as one.
In the middle of town.
In the middle of the town.

Two lonely hearts.
Come together as one.
In the middle of town.
In the middle of the town.

You stayed away, for a very long time.
Your thought still on my mind.
I must find my way back to you.

I always thought, you would stand next to me.
You would never leave.
You would never leave my side.

'Cause two lonely hearts.
Come together as one.
In the middle of town.
In the middle of the town.

'Cause two lonely hearts.
Come together as one.
In the middle of town.
In the middle of the town..

poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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Another Day

What seems like such a winter's tale
Lightening runs through the fallen flames
By kneeling down we're here to pray
At that point forsaken unafraid
I only wanna feel you being strong
I only wanna feel you being strong
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
Another day
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
You done that to me
Feel my breath go cold and calm
My pride is last and I sin again
And all the seasons change their scent
A year of hell they come against my head once more
I only wanna feel you being strong
I only wanna feel you being strong
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
Another day
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
You done that to me
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Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
Another day
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
You done that to me
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
Another day
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
You done that to me
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
Another day
Call me up and let's begin
Call me up and let's begin
You done that to me

song performed by by Texas
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Another Day

song performed by by Texas
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In The Middle

IN THE MIDDLE

In the middle of the unending darkness that stretches on beyond forever
In the middle of the vast nowhere whose name has no shadow and no space
In the middle of all the generations whose anonymous past will be complemented by their overextended futures,
In the middle of the mass of nameless mankind featureless
In the middle of all that is and ever has been
In the middle of what was and will be always forever not
In the middle
In one small moment whose end is unpredictable
While the light still shines on the green green world
And the love and joy in the faces and hearts we care for still breathe
In the middle of the moment before consciousness is lost forever
Somewhere nowhere who knows where how
In the middle of all we are and will never be now
In the now of this life
I write these lines for all of us
Passing dreams
Beautiful great souls
True human beings
Better than me and you
And only me and you
For all of us
In the middle
Before the lights go out
And the endless darkness
Is silence and breathlessness
And nothing whatever real
We can feel or be.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I Write A Little

(Randy Owen/Don Cook/Ronnie Rogers)
Military mail call....
I lay out some paper, I take out my pen
Turn on my table-lamp and here I go again
It's time to write a letter, I'm in the mood tonight
Gotta find a way to tell you how I feel inside
So I write a little and I cry a little
It's so hard to find a way to say goodbye a little
But somewhere in the middle, my emotions interfere
So I write a little and cry a little tear
And I die a little, wishing you were here
God I miss you, can't be with you
I would kiss you oh so good
'Cause you're my only cure for lonely
I'd call if I could
So I write a little and I cry a little
It's so hard to find a way to say goodbye a little
But somewhere in the middle, my emotions interfere
So I write a little and cry a little tear
And I die a little, wishing you were here
Oh, I die a little wishing you were here
Wishing you were here
I'm writing and wishing you were here
I write a little and cry a little tear
I'm writing and wishing you were here

song performed by by Alabama
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Related quotes

These Are Symptoms

Inversion in maturity.

For The Sake of Having That Kind of Dedication

In the Middle of Nowhere

Symptoms

Can The Middle Of The Darkest Night/Be Morning?

Symptoms

Freezing Process

In The Middle Of The Journey

Emotions Of The Heart

Sand

Angel

So Afraid

Two Lonely Hearts (Love Ballad) :

Another Day

Another Day

In The Middle

I Write A Little

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