The risk to be percieved defines the duty to be obeyed.
quote by Benjamin Cardozo
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Never Would Obeyed
You are hooked onto something,
You can not see has ended.
Hooked onto it with clinched teeth.
But the fact remains...
Things have changed.
Things have changed so fast overnight.
Those who refused to be real with it.
Are the ones going into childish,
Temper tantrums and other childish...
Mental throwing fits.
Have you tried to get someone to heal real quick?
Doesn't it seem such a waste of time?
Especially when you know someone,
Who has never owned their own mind.
Don't you find that asinine?
When someone can't make up their mind?
Trying to find reason...
When reason wasn't hard to find!
And those who obeyed,
Don't have to be afraid...
Of the coming times!
Uh-huh.
And those who obeyed,
Don't have to be afraid...
Of the coming times!
Uh-huh
And those who obeyed,
Don't have to be afraid...
Of the coming times!
Uh-huh
And those who obeyed,
Don't have to be afraid...
Of the coming times!
And if they are...
They never would obeyed.
You are hooked onto something,
You can not see has ended.
Hooked onto it with clinched teeth.
But the fact remains...
Things have changed.
And those who obeyed,
Don't have to be afraid...
Of the coming times!
Uh-huh.
And those who obeyed,
Don't have to be afraid...
Of the coming times!
Uh-huh
And those who obeyed,
Don't have to be afraid...
Of the coming times!
And if they are...
They never would obeyed.
Uh-huh
Never would obeyed.
Ooooooh,
They never would obeyed.
Uh-huh
Never would obeyed.
Ooooooh...
Never would obeyed!
You are hooked onto something,
You can not see has ended.
Hooked onto it with clinched teeth.
But the fact remains...
Things have changed.
And those who obeyed,
Don't have to be afraid...
Of the coming times!
And if they are...
They never would obeyed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without Tears
The ending defines a moment of change
Loved ones left wondering whose to blame
Sitting in a chair with a solemn face
Without tears is a lonely place
The ending defines a moment of change
Taking prescriptions to ease the strain
Noone knows when the shock will come
Without tears there's more to be done
The ending defines a moment of change
The diagnosis 'grief striken' and I'm slowly opening the gate
It phantoms to me that spirits are near
Without tears the conscious will endure
The ending defines a moment of change
Looking back on the photos that inevitable the same
Sitting in a chair with a solemn face
Without tears leads to terrible fate
The ending defines a moment of change
Reoccurring thoughts of the undesired stage
Noone knows when the shock will come
Without tears Mom's left frozen and numb
The ending defines a moment of change
Why did you leave me during the race
Seasons come and go as they usually do
Without tears the missing you can't be true
The ending defines a moment of change
Hearing your voice would be a blessing trade
Seasons come and go as they usually do
Without tears the missing can't be true
poem by Natasha McGee
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The Child In Me
Dont slow me down, just drive me away
The skies are grey today, I look at life that way
So put me on a plane, I may escape the rain
My friends are acting strange, things dont look the same
I guess the child in me, defines the way I see
I guess the child in me, defines the way I see
Miracles
Dont let me down, just live for today
The price is high you say, you look at life that way
So put me on a chain, I will escape again
Living by the book I say,would drive me insane
I guess the child in me, defines the way I see
I guess the child in me, defines the way I see
Miracles come my way
Through the eyes of a child I am spinning round
Through the eyes of a child I will work it out
I guess the child in me, defines the way I see
Through the eyes of a child
Through the eyes of a child
song performed by by Xymox
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Risk
flowers
bloom
revealing
its inner
beauty
secrets
earth
blooms
shedding
age old secrets
women
bloom
men
bloom
slowly
but surely
everything reveals
what it really is!
risk or no risk!
Risk
And then the day came,
when the risk
to remain tight
in a bud
was more painful
than the risk
it took
to Blossom.
Anaïs Nin
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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No man is worth his salt who is not ready at all times to risk his well-being, to risk his body, to risk his life, in a great cause.
quote by Theodore Roosevelt
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Running The Risk
Seeing you, watching you
Watching me
I hold back my emotions
I keep them veiled in secrecy
I cant let go of this thing weve started
Wasnt looking for love
No conspiracy of the broken hearted
I dont know how far to go
Until Im gone, gone, gone
I couldnt see the danger
It was just a little taste of temptation
I could not read the silence
That was written on your face
But here comes that feeling again
And theres nothing more I can do
I keep running the risk of losing you
Theres nothing more I can say
Im still running the risk of you walking away
Im lost drowning in a sea of emotion
Ive got one simple need
I need you to feel my devotion
I dont know how far to go
Until Im gone, yeah gone
Its a complicated picture
Im all tangled up in temptation
I couldnt read the silence
That was written on your face
But here comes that feeling again
And theres nothing more I can do
I keep running the risk of losing you
Theres nothing more I can say
Im still running the risk of you walking away
Im running the risk of losing you
Im walking this tightrope
Youre my only hope
Theres nothing more I can do
I keep running the risk of losing you
Losing you
And theres nothing more I can do
I keep running the risk of losing you
Theres nothing more I can say
Im still running the risk of you walking away
Im running the risk of losing you
Im walking this tightrope
Darling, youre my only hope
Theres nothing more I can do
I keep running the risk of losing you
Im running the risk of losing you
Im telling you honey
This heart of mine cant run the risk
Of losing you again
Everything have made you do
Im still running the risk of losing you
song performed by by Foreigner
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They Cannot See
Their eyes can not see what to hear,
The path is so strange we do not bear.
Childhood is weak in surrendering
To the way I have explained, the way God is crafting
Openly, for our intellect, and our song-
This song has might and power,
Due to special measures,
Duty arises from this.
I call him a God when he has proven his way,
This is exactly why my life is obeyed.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Why Isn't Anyone Obeying The Rules?
Why isn't anyone obeying the rules?
'Rules?
Which ones?
The ones that were in effect,
That have been changed?
Or the ones no one ever obeyed,
After the changes were made...
To make the old ones more effective? '
That doesn't make sense.
'And maybe that's why they aren't being obeyed.
Which interpretation of rules are in effect?
And who's interpretation of those rules,
Should be respected?
If they aren't being followed by those who break them,
To obey,
Then who should say to whom what should be obeyed? '
What?
'Why repeat what is not in existence?
Does a cow drink its own milk,
To obtain stronger bones with a steady dose of vitamin D?
I doubt it.'
And...
Nevermind.
I am so glad I am not seeking explanation!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Often you need to take some risk, but it must be a realistic risk, you can't take a crazy risk.
quote by Sergei Bubka
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Crime
Shirking duty
Is crime
Shirking duty
Is sin
Shirking duty
Brings discredit
And losing honour
And fame
Shirking duty
Is painful and infamy
Shunning duty
Is a crime
Is a sin.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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At Risk
At risk?
Those of an expressed intelligence.
And feeling it is shown,
To those known wishing to have it suppressed.
At risk...
These times not only suspected terrorists threat.
Those with a detected consciousness,
Have been witnessed to have the best affect...
Upon those who have slept.
But now have awakened.
And at risk is a conformity,
Opened eyes dare to break.
And from it willfully shakened.
With a more uplifted,
And respected patrioticness reflected.
That removes a need for greatness to be debated...
When again it is felt and not degraded.
By overrated propaganda...
At risk of being unbelieved as an achievement.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Duty And Work!
Sun rises and sets everyday;
Moon rises and sets everyday;
Plough man ploughs the field;
Poets love to compose poems!
Some love to do duty well;
But many do only for profit.
How duty has to be done?
What do duty, work mean?
Duty is done expecting none;
Work is done expecting some.
Duty and work all have to do;
But duty, works are different!
Duty is life work for everyone;
Work is done to live life here!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Hut Me...?
i am notty
you are beauty....
you and my hart's is fighty...
daily love is my duty...
what is your duty...?
he me is your duty...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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No Risk, No Fun
Learn to wait,
But ask for fun.
Learn to risk,
To have more fun.
No risk, No fun
That's what I say.
No risk, No fun
I think it's true.
poem by Rudy Rico Castillo
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Duty is for Kant the One and All. Out of the duty of gratitude, he claims, one has to defend and esteem the ancients; and only out of duty has he become a great man.
quote by Karl Wilhelm Friedrich Schlegel
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Go On Duty
Go On Duty
And be a man like GOD.
Concentrate yourself
On your duty and
Do not utter.
Do your duty
As a gardener
Do not think yourself
As a owner.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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It is better to do one's own duty, however defective it may be, than to follow the duty of another, however well one may perform it. He who does his duty as his own nature reveals it, never sins.
Confused?
Deep within ones self there is a darkness
one that makes myself feel like i am slowly consuming thy self.
like entering a part of your mind that you wish to banish but
remains inside you. like drowning in ones own taught, or falling
into despair the very despair your mind created.
is it possible for one to protect ones self from
that witch defines it. is it truly possible to
fight what you are. the unwanted or undesired part of ones mind
is truly what defines you....................
but can it control you? can it consume u?
confusion is a virus that feeds off of your mind.
.....until nothing becomes clear
poem by Randy Peralta
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Bathroom Peeper
Lured by the light in the bathroom come he,
The bathroom peeper,
Prowling through the layers of black.
Seeing two paws clinging on the window bars
Of secrecy, or a pair of hot eyes
Burning through the holes of lust,
Village virgin whoops,
When the bathroom peeper slinks away.
As the romantic sun rays make the canal ripples smile,
He hides in the bushy banks,
Throwing his blue eyes in to the distant nudity.
Sometimes, he is seen being chased
By the boors with bamboo sticks.
But quick oblivion is a bliss,
And he gets duty bound again.
Hiding is a risk
But peeping is a pleasure.
His aesthetics taught him
To peep and relish
Through the bars and twigs with risk,
Mocking at the creation while being mocked ever.
poem by Fabiyas M V
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Cool
shortcomings lauded desirable in the absence of attempt
an air of pretense, ever denying so
working on the abandon of the abandonment that defines you proper.
containment of passions contained unamused
a claim to substance, ever with style
anxious to bypass the anxiousness that defines you proper.
humble, humbled not
the cool refuses to cool down.
reflections reflecting heeded criticism
a lack of opinion, ever so opinionated
concealing the castrated bravado that defines you proper.
the spirit of a punk dwells in an apathy
unconcerned to concerning itself,
not unlike the sloppiness of aging
past rotten accounting—
not unlike the naivete of a child
before fresh reproach—
it dwells in the unawareness
of an unawareness—
i am calling your bluff
but you digress.
humble, humbled not
the cool refuses to cool down
it is too busy being a hot topic
while being fully aware.
poem by Chris Jelens
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