When I go to hell, I mean to carry a bribe: for look you, good gifts evermore make way for the worst persons.
quote by John Webster
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Treasure for joy
Need two persons,
Mummy and daddy,
the result is me;
Need two persons,
My grandparents,
to take care of me;
Need two persons,
Child specialist and family physician,
to look after my health;
Need two persons,
My loving teachers,
to teach me manners;
Need two persons,
My sincere friends,
for play and pastime;
Time has come,
A good job has come,
A happy companion has come;
A beautiful wife to share my life,
We have two children, a girl and boy,
They are our treasure for joy.
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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I have often noticed that a bribe has that effect - it changes a relation. The man who offers a bribe gives away a little of his own importance; the bribe once accepted, he becomes the inferior, like a man who has paid for a woman.
quote by Graham Greene
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Wise Advice
If persons do not want to change for good,
Advise them if you can, sometimes;
If persons are recalcitrant in mood,
Try advising them in some better climes!
If persons do not listen or pay heed,
Ignore their misdemeanor, if you can;
If persons appear to be ‘blind’ indeed,
Just watch them from a farther distance, man.
If persons are too adamant to change,
Leave them to change the hard way, if they must;
If persons are in ‘impossible’ range,
Leave them to God or let them bite the dust!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-8-2010
poem by John Celes
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An earnest request
It is my earnest request
You bring an end to this quest
The heaven is just in another world
That sends me shiever and cold
It is was never precisely told
How can we come out of that fold?
It is not simple task to challenge age old
All stories existing about another world
I would love to forget about this theory
I want it to be erased from the memory
At last moment that strikes the mind
Something to be done at last time to find
To find refuge in heavenly abode
That it has been specially kept by God
We may escape anything but reside
In heaven where there is nothing to hide
Though I am biggest proven evil
No one else can clam as unbeaten devil
All worst things were on card and on anvil
I was able to restrict and succeded not to reveal
What it assures to the persons?
The relief in particluar season
Or to escape unscathed without any reason
What is to be picked as good lesson?
Oh God, you presnet as if there is no heaven
Hell is for asking and available even
No one has to put on extra effort to get in
That can be availed without any struggle or have been
You make hell only option on the way
Heaven word should be totally taken away
There must be open entry for hell
Though open but strength will not swelll
It compells the person to deliver good
When he is forced to forget the food
The sense is loosing grip and about to depart
He has no other option but to leave all and part
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Evermore (RIP Custodio Jose Antunes January 17,1942 - May 27,2012)
Evermore (RIP Custodio Jose Antunes January 17,1942 - May 27,2012)
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Evermore,
You Will Be Remembered.
It Was Painful
And Numbing
To Watch You Die.
Evermore,
You Lived Through So Much
And Left With So Little
But The Love You Had
Was In Abundance.
Evermore,
I Will Love You.
For The Times We Couldn't Have
There Will Always Be Regret.
I Will Miss You.
Evermore,
You Are At Peace
Wherever That Is
You Shall Be
My Father... Evermore.
poem by Ricardo Antunes
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The Good Times Are Killing Me
The good times are killing me.
Here we go!
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads
who didn't like what I said.
The good times are killing me.
Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,
oh but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
The good times are killing me.
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
The good times are killing me.
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
The good times are killing me.
Get sucked in and stuck in late nights
with more folks that I don't know.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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I Carry Hell in My Heart
So much evil in your eyes
I see it too in your heart
Your heart which carries
My love, my love for you
And your evil for me.
And you want me dead
You want me in Hell.
How can I go without
You to lead me there?
.
I carry Hell in my heart,
This leads me away from evil,
From social vices,
From things of the flesh.
They want to lead me to Hell.
Hell, you carry in your heart.
.
What do you see in me?
I see Hell in your heart,
Do you still want me dead?
I carry you in my heart,
What do you see in my life?
I still see Hell in your heart.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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The worst thing about this war is the chance it gives these dreadful little persons, the chance to make themselves important.
quote by Arthur Wimperis
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Good Times Are Killing Me
MODEST MOUSE - The Good Times Are Killing Me
Album: Good News For People Who Love Bad News (2004)
The good times are killing me.
Here we go!
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say?
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads
who didn't like what I said.
The good times are killing me.
Jaws clenched tight we talked all night,
oh but what the hell did we say?
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
Fed up with all that LSD.
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines.
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey.
I guess the good times they were all just killing me.
Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on.
The good times are killing me.
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug.
The good times are killing me.
Have one, have twenty more "one mores" and oh it does not relent.
The good times are killing me.
Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead.
The good times are killing me.
Get sucked in and stuck in late nights
with more folks that I don't know.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
The good times are killing me.
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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Carry You
Lay down your burden, I will carry you
I will carry you, my child
Lay down your burden, I will carry you
I will carry you, my child, my child
If I can walk on water
And calm a restless sea
I've done a thousand things you've never done
And I'm weary watchin'
While you struggle on your own
Call my name, I'll come
Lay down your burden, I will carry you
I will carry you, my child
Lay down your burden, I will carry you
I will carry you, my child, my child
I give vision to the blind
And I can raise the dead
I've seen the darker side of Hell
And I returned
And I see these sleepless nights
And I count every tear you cry
I know some lessons hurt to learn
Lay down your burden, I will carry you
I will carry you, my child
Lay down your burden, I will carry you
I will carry you, my child, my child
I will carry you, my child
I see these sleepless nights
And I count every tear you cry
And call my name, I'll come runnin'
Lay down your burden, I will carry you
I will carry you, my child
Lay down your burden, I will carry you
I will carry you, my child, my child
I will carry you, my child, my child
I will carry you
Hey-Yeah-Hey-Yeah Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Hey-Yeah-Hey-Yeah Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Hey-Yeah-Hey-Yeah Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Hey-Yeah-Hey-Yeah Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
song performed by by Amy Grant
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The Worst And The Best
in the hospitals and jails
it's the worst
in madhouses
it's the worst
in penthouses
it's the worst
in skid row flophouses
it's the worst
at poetry readings
at rock concerts
at benefits for the disabled
it's the worst
at funerals
at weddings
it's the worst
at parades
at skating rinks
at sexual orgies
it's the worst
at midnight
at 3 a.m.
at 5:45 p.m.
it's the worst
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Come Back To Camden
There is something I wanted to tell you, It's so funny you'll kill yourself laughing
But then I, I look around, And I remember that I am alone, Alone. For evermore
The tile yard all along the railings, Up a discoloured dark brown staircase
Here you'll find, despair and I, Calling to you with what's left of my heart, My heart, For evermore
Drinking tea with the taste of the Thames, Sullenly on a chair on the pavement
Here you'll find, my thoughts and I, And here is the very last plea from my heart
My heart. For evermore, Where taxi drivers never stop talking
Under slate grey Victorian sky, Here you will find, despair and I
And here I am every last inch of me is yours, Yours, For evermore
Your leg came to rest against mine, Then you lounged with knees up and apart
And me and my heart, we knew, We just knew, For evermore
Where taxi drivers never stop talking, Under slate grey Victorian sky
Here you'll find, my heart and I, And still we say come back, Come back to Camden
And I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good, I'll be good
song performed by by Morrissey
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Bribe with conviction
I don’t count how many approached
Tried to bribe with conviction and feet touched
With so much of temptation and great urge
The amount involved in it was very large
I battled with conscious
It invaded constantly, non stop and continuous
It was enough to shake anybody’s belief
As it was intended to give much relief
How many may be living without any roof?
How many might have built houses with such proof?
They did surrender with only one aim
Life must be spent smoothly without any disputed claim
Who would not want to be a rich?
If that is within grasp or reach
No one is needed to be taught?
Whether it is rightly or wrongly to be brought
One must have restricted needs
It must also depend on noble deeds
It may make you wealthy overnight
Your conscious may rebel against and make you not feel right
If you can feel contended then nothing is like good
You need only something to supplement as food
Not much is needed like precious diamond and gold
They won’t be of any use when you grow old
I would carry only simple ring
That may remind me when in morning cuckoo may sing
I will have sweet recollection of what went good in past
As life has brought us to cross road very fast
I had only dreamed of having good companion
She was to cement the bond and make it strong union
Rest all were to follow as an outcome of peaceful search
If not all but something was to be had as an easy reach
Let us carry on humbly on agreed route
It is better to accept it as fate and remain mute
Nothing can materialize even if we desperately try
There is no need to show greed and later on cry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Gifts of Life and Pollution
Nature's gifts are sunny beaches,
Nature's gifts are rocky mountains,
Nature's gifts are vast oceans,
Nature's gifts are the tranquil colors in the rainbow,
Nature's gifts are rain forests,
Nature's gift is life.
Our gifts are oceans filled with toxins,
Our gifts are global warming,
Our gifts are deserted forests,
Our gifts are killed animals,
Our gifts are serious diseases,
Our gift is pollution.
poem by Melanie Jackson
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Carry On
It's easy to fight when everything's right,
And you're mad with the thrill and the glory;
It's easy to cheer when victory's near,
And wallow in fields that are gory.
It's a different song when everything's wrong,
When you're feeling infernally mortal;
When it's ten against one, and hope there is none,
Buck up, little soldier, and chortle:
Carry on! Carry on!
There isn't much punch in your blow.
You're glaring and staring and hitting out blind;
You're muddy and bloody, but never you mind.
Carry on! Carry on!
You haven't the ghost of a show.
It's looking like death, but while you've a breath,
Carry on, my son! Carry on!
And so in the strife of the battle of life
It's easy to fight when you're winning;
It's easy to slave, and starve and be brave,
When the dawn of success is beginning.
But the man who can meet despair and defeat
With a cheer, there's the man of God's choosing;
The man who can fight to Heaven's own height
Is the man who can fight when he's losing.
Carry on! Carry on!
Things never were looming so black.
But show that you haven't a cowardly streak,
And though you're unlucky you never are weak.
Carry on! Carry on!
Brace up for another attack.
It's looking like hell, but -- you never can tell:
Carry on, old man! Carry on!
There are some who drift out in the deserts of doubt,
And some who in brutishness wallow;
There are others, I know, who in piety go
Because of a Heaven to follow.
But to labour with zest, and to give of your best,
For the sweetness and joy of the giving;
To help folks along with a hand and a song;
Why, there's the real sunshine of living.
Carry on! Carry on!
Fight the good fight and true;
Believe in your mission, greet life with a cheer;
There's big work to do, and that's why you are here.
Carry on! Carry on!
Let the world be the better for you;
And at last when you die, let this be your cry:
Carry on, my soul! Carry on!
poem by Robert William Service
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Worst Comes to Worst
(Babu mixing)
"Worst come to worst my peoples come first"
"Worst...come.....to worst"
"Worst come to worst my peoples come first"
"Worst come...to...worst"
"Worst come to worst my peoples come first"
(Evidence talking)
Yeah
It's goin down y'all
That's Babu
Yo
song performed by by Dilated Peoples from Expansion Team
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The Man I Love
(g. gershwin/i. gershwin)
Someday hell come along
The man I love
And hell be big and strong
The man I love
And when he comes my way
Ill do my best to make him stay
Hell look at me and smile
Ill understand
Then in a little while
Hell take my hand
And though it seems absurd
I know we both wont say a word
Maybe hell come sunday
Maybe monday, maybe not
Still Im sure hell come one day
Maybe tuesday will be
My good news day
Well built a little home
Just meant for two
From which Ill never roam
Oh, what would you
And so all else above
Im dreaming of the man I love
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Bribe the Witches
put my poise the boundaries to stop, make it
seal to fuse my arrogant to dive within the limbo
of my heart, i am at a mess, as it looks back the
fear to hold the holiday of my lost
strangle my want; all are just a push of my
desire, and my appetite, likes to taste the sweet
honey tears of loneliness beyond the pedestal of
where i stand, at the close of the door in your
midst
all seems to bribe the devil wish, double each
gain to reach my endless lust of flesh, waving
every moment to remember where i fall, puzzle
the heart that shouts for joy
incense of holy water, splash my strength as
the spark of lighted candle knocks my devilish
act of a profane wish, lavish my satisfaction and
contentment of mercy of a smiling witches
keep my bribe beautifully wealthy and let the
blind will see the dark side cover for a little day;
push the gate to the flame of eternity, and hell is
open for a sudden stay
connect my spirited soul and share like never
before seen the magnificent wonder of hell.......
pity my soul dear Lord
poem by Antonio Liao
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Viking
We are the Vikings that is looking for war
Slaying and raping and killing them all
We travel around from town to town
Searching for women to have us some fun
We are the last of the evil
Nobody gets in our way
Thor is our God and our guide on the way
We're gonna make you pay
As we walk on our journey through life
We're gonna see some pain in your eyes
Sometimes are good times and sometimes are bad
We must carry on
We must carry on
Right now
People are trying to fight against us
With speers and axes and life as a loss
We are the strong and we are the cruel
We're only here to get You
We are the last of the evil
Nobody gets in our way
Thor is our God and our guide on the way
We're gonna make you pay
As we walk on our journey through life
We're gonna see some pain in your eyes
Sometimes are good times and sometimes are bad
We must carry on
We must carry on
Right now
Graves been digged on places we been
Blood on our hands and blood on our feet
We are the Vikings that sailed through the seas
We're gonna kill you and set your soul free
We are the last of the evil
Nobody gets in our way
Thor is our God and our guide on the way
We're gonna make you pay
As we walk on our journey through life
We're gonna see some pain in your eyes
Sometimes are good times and sometimes are bad
We must carry on
We must carry on
Right now
song performed by by Zonata
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Hes Evil
Scene: a party political broadcast -- mr. black and his followers
He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind.
Hes got style, personality,
But hes the devil in reality.
Hell make you laugh, make you smile,
And make you feel good for a while.
Wicked smile, decadent grin,
He likes school girls, nuns and virgins.
His skin is soft but his mind is hard,
Hell lead you on then hell tear you apart.
Hell treat you rough and he will make you cry,
And you will kiss sweet innocence good-bye.
And once youre in therell be no getting out,
So look out, look out, look out, look out.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes got wit hes got charm.
But when he gets rough hell break your arm.
Hes got taste, manners and grace,
But when he gets tough hell slit your face.
Hell buy you jewels, expensive clothes,
Then his mindll go and hell bust your nose.
Hes a joker and a clown
But hell pervert you and drag you down.
He comes on smooth, cool and kind,
But he wants your body not your mind,
He is just the devil in disguise.
He will drag you down and he will make you cry,
And once youre in there will be no getting out.
So look out, look out, look out.
Look out, look out, look out.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
Hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil. hes evil.
song performed by by Kinks
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