Self-suggestion makes you master of yourself.
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song performed by by Vangelis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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It's just a suggestion
Just incase tomorrow never come
tell that person you love that you love him/her it will ease your heart well its just a suggestion
leave drugs and alcohol it doesnt help you with anything. You gain nothing instead you loose everything.
I didnt force you to do it but its just a suggestion
just incase tomorrow never come
tell the police that you were raped that your pants or skirt was pulled down so that no one else fall on your trap
report to the police that child was stolen or that man was hijacked or that woman was mugged or that boy was killed
tell the police you know of someone who does human trafficking
tell them you were used and made a slave didnt eat at all.
Tell someone you need help you were not involved in that incident
mostly just tell yourself you are a success
it was just a suggestion to suggest a suggestion but that was just a suggestion to suggest you are the best and
I
am THE LEGEND
poem by Ernest Makuakua
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Lord of the Flies
Oh Master my Master
Oh where have you been
I wallowed in filth and
I drowned in sin
Oh Master my Master
It's my rotten luck
To swim in the decay
And swallow the muck
Oh Master my Master
I stand in the fires
Surrounded by murderers
Thieves, cheaters, and liars
Oh Master my Master
the earth has turned red
Fluid with blood
Of the recently dead
Oh Master my Master
What's wrong with the world
The blackness unfolds
Like a flag that's unfurled
Oh Master my Master
You ignore my cries
And now I'm quite sure
You're the Lord of the Flies
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Sometimes a fool makes a good suggestion.
quote by Nicolas Boileau
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sonnet: Master-servant Relationship
Where Master cares for servant’s welfare too
And treats him like a fellow-man at least,
And twain help each other to grow and woo,
The Master can never become a beast.
Where servant earns his master’s goodwill first,
By doing duty, uttering no word,
The Master cannot ever turn his worst,
Nor any time from hilt remove his sword!
Thus, master, servant is inseparable;
One thinks about the other all the time;
And love is born strong like in a fable,
With other’s help, each makes his life sublime.
Think of the other’s needs much more than self,
And never work for worldly acclaim/pelf.
7-26-2002
poem by John Celes
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Confession
I summoned my courage
To help me manage
Whatever the reply is,
Coz' I don't want to cry about this
I asked you one question
But you gave me a suggestion
I don't know if it means yes or a no
But can you tell me already so I'll know
I allowed myself to be hopeful
Each day is so blissful
Every day I am very cheerful
I always think I am so fateful
But after a few days
I saw you with someone else
All the days that I spent being hopeful
Now my heart is so painful
Now I understand
Your suggestion was to protect me
How foolish of me to misunderstood.
Don't Want Nuthin' From U
I don't want nuthin' from U.
Advice or suggestion,
Or connection to the best.
I don't want nuthin' from U.
If you gave a stack of money,
I'd give right back!
I'm done.
I'm through with you.
You've lost my trust.
You make me sick to my guts.
I'm done.
I'm through with you.
Once you lie and cheat.
You wont with me repeat.
I don't want nuthin' from U.
Advice or suggestion,
Or connection to the best.
I don't want nuthin' from U.
If you gave a stack of money,
I'd give right back!
When you open your mouth,
BS comes out.
And I'm tired of that.
But to you that doesn't matter.
When you look at me,
I know you're lieing through your teeth.
And I'm tired of that.
But to you that doesn't matter.
I'm done.
I'm through with you.
Once you lie and cheat.
You wont with me repeat.
I don't want nuthin' from U.
Advice or suggestion,
Or connection to the best.
I don't want nuthin' from U.
Advice or suggestion,
Or connection to the best.
I'm done.
I'm through.
There's nothing new for us to do.
Good riddence.
Goodbye.
You lie!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Master
Master went a-hunting,
When the leaves were falling;
We saw him on the bridle path,
We heard him gaily calling.
'Oh master, master, come you back,
For I have dreamed a dream so black!'
A glint of steel from bit and heel,
The chestnut cantered faster;
A red flash seen amid the green,
And so good-bye to master.
Master came from hunting,
Two silent comrades bore him;
His eyes were dim, his face was white,
The mare was led before him.
'Oh, master, master, is it thus
That you have come again to us?'
I held my lady's ice-cold hand,
They bore the hurdle past her;
Why should they go so soft and slow?
It matters not to master.
poem by Arthur Conan Doyle
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I Know What My Master Does
I know where my Master lives.
I need no invitation to visit where He is.
I know where my Master lives.
I know what my Master does.
I witness this on a daily basis.
And not with eyes fixed on skies above.
My Master is available whenever I call.
My Master is everything and to me my all.
My Master has seen me stumble and fall,
To get up off my knees to again walk tall.
And if it wasn't for my Master I'd be left to crawl.
I am aware ot this.
I know where my Master lives.
I need no invitation to visit where He is.
I know where my Master lives.
I know what my Master does.
I witness this on a daily basis.
And not with eyes fixed on skies above.
I know what my Master does,
Can do...
And has done for me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Suggestion of Propaganda
When someones jealous and upset
because you can do something they can't,
What is the first thing they do.
Attack your character.
Try to defame by suggestion.
Suggestion is as propaganda is in war.
It is to take the hearts and mines of the people
And turn them against you.
Anyway to stop you from being able to see what it is your trying to do.
If your destroyed in public eye whether its your friends or the world.
Attempts a stopping from completion.
Listen to me the watchers of the doers.
I will not stop or be impeded of progress by the means or likes of you.
Say what you will, or better yet do your own.
Instead of this judgmental thrill.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Master Key
The poor locksmith who makes
master keys very skilfully
on a street corner
under a shady tree.
Different characters visit him
for urgent matters
offer him a small note
praise his work
and run away.
The poor man's shack is unlocked
nothing remained except a rickety bench
and few rusty padlocks.
His beloved wife left him a long time ago
and rest in peace a nearby graveyard.
His well-to-do children forgotten the domicile.
I am sure that one day he makes a master key
to open the door to heaven.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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That Was a Wonderful Story
They are 'still' on their knees praying,
For acceptance and approval.
And this they do,
While the 'master' makes no attempt,
To hide the fact...
There is specifc intention,
To burn down every aspect of the plantation.
And they continue to pray...
That this vision will cease.
And the mind of the 'master' is restored with senses.
'Wow, grand-daddy.
That was a wonderful story.
You've got anymore of those? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All This Information
All of us seem to walk away from everything
It takes a certain amount of originality to describe this place as home
And all of us seem to walk away from everything
It takes a certain amount of originality to describe yourself as interesting
And all of us seem to walk away from everything
It takes a certain amount of originality to describe yourself as home
All this information that we have to choose from
It means nothing to you
It means nothing to you
There's no suggestion that it's needless
When the competition is so needless
It's all so meaningless
There's no suggestion that it's needless
When the competition is so needless
It's all so meaningless
All of us seem to walk away from everything
It takes a certain amount of personality to describe yourself as interesting
And all of us seem to walk away from everything
It takes a certain amount of personality to describe yourself as truly truly honest
All this information that we have to choose from
It means nothing to you
It means nothing to you
There's no suggestion that it's needless
When the competition is so needless
It's all so meaningless
There's no suggestion that it's needless
When the competition is so needless
It's all so meaningless
There's no suggestion that it's needless
When the competition is so needless
It's all so meaningless
There's no suggestion that it's needless
When the competition is so needless
It's so needless when things change
song performed by by Idlewild
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Master Spoke.
Why is the world here today?
The Master Spoke.
Why are we sinners, like sheep gone astray?
The Master Spoke.
Why all this toil, no comfort of Eden,
Since man didn't obey?
The Master Spoke.
Why work the dust of the ground, from whence we came,
And eat 'By the sweat of our brow? '
The Master Spoke.
Why do we, naturally,
Posess the desire to before,
God, want to worship and adore?
The Master Spoke.
Why is Jesus glorified,
And why, for sinners, did he die?
The Master Spoke.
Why shall God return again,
To take away Isreal, His bride?
Why me, a sinner, justified?
The Master Spoke.
Why will there be Revelations, wars,
And roomers of wars,
Nearing the End Times?
The Master Spoke.
Why is God an eternal Being,
But the world shall be no more?
The Master Spoke.
Why is it, that when a man speaks,
His words blow away
As kernals of grain,
And yet, when God speaks, his Word is as rock,
Forever to remain?
The Master Spoke -
'Heaven and Earth shall pass away,
But my words shall never pass away.'
Why do these things occur,
And as it were,
The penalty of sin man did not have to pay?
The Master Spoke -
'For God so loved the world,
That he gave his only Son,
That whoever believes in him
Shall not perish,
But have the gift of eternal life.
Why?
The Master Spoke.
'Go now! Help the needy,
And the weak!
Save hearts that are broken! '
Hurry, now!
The Master has Spoken.
poem by Macy Dvirnak
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Demo-Interventioncy
'No longer will the terms 'nationalism'
And/or 'socialism' be used...
As descriptive definitions.
We will continue the encouragement,
Of 'capitalistic' points of view.
Although we are aware of those depleted,
And exhausted values!
Please relate to your constituents...
We too are convinced of their desires.
And from this day foreward,
We will honor their fantasies...
By describing our intentions,
In the warmest of terms.
We've decided to call what is being done,
'Demo-Interventioncy'!
If the opposition has a better suggestion...
We, of course, have adopted a transparent policy.
As long as what is achieved,
Depicts what has been set into motion! '
~This process is going to fail! ~
'Not acceptible!
Next suggestion? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Last Supper
Park gull makes you even more beautyful
As if you were created by gaudi the master himself
caus you consist of shattered thoughts
They never seem to bore even if they to turn you into hell
This last supper makes you even more beautyful
As if you were created by the master himself
caus you consist of imploding energy
Let me save you from your unbearable hell
Hell, hell, hell
From your hell
We cant hide from our destiny
This chain is like an inherited spell
That consumes all my precious energy
That pulls me through where ever you fell
Fell, fell, fell, fell
You just fell
song performed by by Hooverphonic
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To follow the path, look to the master, follow the master, walk with the master, see through the master, become the master.
Am I a master
I am the master, master of art
have painted true pictures,
of rising sun, mountain, sea
through jungles flowing rivers,
shining stars, birds, cloudy sky,
can paint anything and everything.
insects, lions, bear and deer.
just like the living things.
I am the master, master of art,
can make my own paint and brush
Alas! but cannot create raw material
of any of paint, brush or canvas.
Oh! can not paint these seven
which are made only in heaven:
smell, touch, look, hear and taste,
emotions, thought and breathe.
No, I am not the master, master of art
can paint uncountable things yet not.
Not possible to paint love and laugh
I have to go again and again to learn
to the supreme master, who painted
the universe, stars, moon and sun
(C) S. D. Tiwari
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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You Must Be Testing Your Tolerance?
I have a suggestion.
If I get on your nerves,
And this makes you sick...
Why are you in my presence,
To make me aware of it?
You have more patience than I do.
And neither one of us are doctors.
You must be testing your tolerance?
And something in your mind,
Is addicted to self abuse.
And this is something you want me to notice,
That I provoke.
Right?
Give me a second.
I want to check to make sure,
I am carrying your medication.
Nope!
Once again...
You've caught me empty handed.
But I do recommend,
You scratch me off of your invitation list.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You See In Them What They Don't
You have exhausted your wits.
That is what you say about it.
To promote, market and sell...
The artistry of others.
Who complain of having no time,
Themselves...
To acknowledge the importance.
But...
More than enough time is taken,
When they discuss what they should be paid...
After you have sweated every effort,
To do your best to see them at theirs.
And the only concerns they have...
Is the money you have collected.
And when and how long it takes,
Before they get their share!
It should be clear who has what prioritized.
This suggestion,
I am only going to give once.
Learn a lesson.
Stay away from them.
Especially the ones to you who have come to say...
'We are only here to accomodate you and 'your' efforts.
You should not expect us to feel the way you do.'
This suggestion,
I am only going to give once.
Learn a lesson.
Stay away from them.
It is obvious you see in them what they don't.
Leave them alone.
With the taking of your efforts away.
And apply them to yourself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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