If you didn't have some sense of idealism, then what is there to sustain you?
quote by James Carville
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The natural idealism of youth is an idealism, alas, for which we do not always provide as many outlets as we should.
quote by Sargent Shriver
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You see, idealism detached from action is just a dream. But idealism allied with pragmatism, with rolling up your sleeves and making the world bend a bit, is very exciting. It's very real. It's very strong.
Whatever happened to a sense of idealism and embracing an idea that will help people and, in this case, children?
quote by Rod Blagojevich
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By concentrating on what is good in people, by appealing to their idealism and their sense of justice, and by asking them to put their faith in the future, socialists put themselves at a severe disadvantage.
quote by Ian Mcewan
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A lot of my idealism was frustrated by the end of the '60s because of the way things went with the assassinations and the sense that the political establishment was so fixed in its ways you couldn't change anything.
quote by David Talbot
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I know idealism is not playing on the radio right now, you don't see it on TV, irony is on heavy rotation, the knowingness, the smirk, the tired joke. I've tried them all out but I'll tell you this, outside this campus — and even inside it — idealism is under siege — beset by materialism, narcissism and all the other isms of indifference. Baggism, Shaggism. Raggism. Notism, graduationism, chismism, I don't know. Where's John Lennon when you need him?
Manifesto
Blues are falling like showers of rain, but I dont feel like crying
Death himself is abroad this day, but I dont feel like dying
I learnt how to sustain myself
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
The enemy has the biggest tanks, and he sure knows how to use them
Our best, and only, chance, is to thoroughly confuse him
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
Her tongue was like a scythe and all her bones were haunted
A scapegoat for her life was all she ever wanted
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
Sir bedivere slept in a field, his armour strewn around him
Curled foetus-like beneath his shield, still weeping when we found him
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
I teetered on the edge of doom, degenerate and broken
She washed the blood out of my wounds, and spoke the great unspoken
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
His monstrous ego whipped and driven raged beneath his clothing
The complement he paid was given not with grace but loathing
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
Deliverance is at the gate with arms and gold in store
He apologises for being late, but I dont need him anymore
I learnt how to sustain myself
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
Scoured and stripped of all pretence, shorn of all illusion
I offer nothing in my defence, you can draw your own conclusions
I learnt how to sustain myself in storms
(trans. sean miller - [email protected])
song performed by by Waterboys
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An ideas and idealism
Ideas and idealism doesn’t go together
There is constnt clash and always bother
What we think and do does not match
We leave he essence and and irrelevance catch
It is befooling the human race
There is no solirary case
It is practicised often and in defiance
It may be seen with variance
We appreciate the nonsense value of idealism
There is nothing such as realism
It lacks strength and wisdom
Such traversary is witnessed seldom
What do we profess and pracise different?
That lie is seen with eyes and is apprent
No one can claim it never existed?
Botth the things have never co-existed
One has to be given good bye
It is not worth or possible try
It can’t take us for too long
We can be proved any time liar and wrong
It becomes good opratory to profess
There is enough mastery to deceive and confess
One may become very clever and famous
He may not loose composure and look nervous
He may cleverly move with idealism
He may loudly come out with optimism
There won’t be any room for passimism
This is skill he may show to world for defeatism
Nothing last forever as lies do
This may not prove long time as true
Idea and idealism are conterary things
It has no relevence to prove something
We may like to present rosy picture
It may be seen and observed as bight future
It may prove oddysy and rare possibility
What can be seen later as non-reliability
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What He Gave to Us
I wanted to do something different today
I didn’t know what to do, or even what to say.
I had a feeling deep inside- that made me
Want to scream “ I’m alive”.
I looked around at all the beauties of the earth
And thought about all my worth.
That I was born with all five senses
That the lord had given to me.
The sense to Touch a delicate flower
The sense to Hear a bewitching hour
The sense to Smell what s in the air.
The sense to Taste the juices of a pear
The sense to See the beauty of a pearl
There is another sense that they don’t say
Such as Feelings- of love, to wipe tears away
Feelings cover all aspects of life
It can make things wrong or things right.
Feelings of passion and despair
Of compassion from one who cares
Bitterness, anger, hate and sorrow
Even those make life worth while.
There is so much that we must be grateful for
For GOD has opened all the doors.
He knew that we needed all these things
To make our lives complete.
But there was still something missing
What good was all these senses
If we didn’t have the main sense.
The sense to think and rationalize
All that he had given
That was the thing that would really
Make life worth living.
(08/10/11)
poem by Louis Rams
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Didnt Know
Didn't know what you had
Until you lost it
Didn't know what you own
Until you got it
Didn't know of your sins
Until you fought it.
Didn't know what you needed
Until you sought it.
Didn't know your lies
Until someone spoke them
Didn't know of the truth
Until someone wrote them
Didn't remembered your dreams
Until someone awoke them
Didn't know they died
Until someone chocked them.
Didn't know you had guilt
Until you cried
Didn't know you felt sadness
Until you tried to hide
Didn't know you felt shame
Until you lied
Didn't know you believed in GOD
Until you asked him why.
Didn't know you felt sorrow
Until you shed a tear
Didn't know that you were scared
Until I saw your fear
Didn't know that you hated
Until you were near
Didn't know that you were unhappy
Until you looked in a mirror.
Didn't know who you truly were
Until your ways you sewed
Didn't know that you were evil
Until the truth was showed
Didn't know you did this before
Until I saw all of your woe
Didn't know who you really were
Though I wished then I did know.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The Suicidal In Him
too much intelligence is dangerous
my friend
too much idealism
detached from reality
one gets restless
searching for the Shamala
and the Shangrila
with a little sense of humor
the ability to be
one less of a perfect self
the capacity to laugh
at our errors
to dismiss what is so important
and just take things as they are
dabbling on the
prideless
unselfish away from a self-centered
universe
i guess, he could not have taken
his own life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Alexandra
Oh Alexandra!
Your sweet love will sustain my old age;
And like a priest with his diviners,
You are the right food that i need on this love.
Come to me oh Alexandra!
Come and sustain my old age;
For i have grain and wine to satisfy you.
Your sweet love is like the due of heaven,
And it will make me fell better all day long;
So come and sustain my old age.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Meaning Of Our Love (Villanelle)
Maybe we cou'dn't understand the meanin' of our love or so,
Maybe we cou'dn't find each other in our world of two and
Love itself ceased to be, 'cause it had no sense o' self to glow.
Or maybe love made sense for both of us, but we didn't let it flow,
E'en we could let it flow, but we didn't give it a chance, thinkin' that
Maybe we cou'dn't understand the meanin' of our love or so.
Maybe the senses of our love were intermingled and we didn't know,
But we knew it, when we touched our angry bodies, we knew that
Love itself ceased to be, 'cause it had no sense o' self to glow.
Then, we could find our madness o' love as a big bubble growin' to blow,
A kind of madness that makes you be a drinker of your own delusions and
Maybe we cou'dn't understand the meanin' of our love or so.
But we understood the dyin' meanin' of those delusions in our life show.
They've been irreversibly dissolved into sorrow, until we're separated.
Love itself ceased to be, 'cause it had no sense o' self to glow.
Now, when we drive with time machine on the true age o' the snow,
‘Tis too late to find each other in our world of two, e'en we tried it and
Maybe we cou'dn't understand the meanin' of our love or so,
Love itself ceased to be, 'cause it had no sense o' self to glow.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Our Cuba policy didn't make much sense during the Cold War and makes even less sense now.
quote by Stephen M. Walt
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Earth Sustainable Survival Systems
essential spirit of conservation
is respect for all life one life
life planet earth global village
conservation is not a greenie
Greenpeace luxury idealism
conservation is a needed attitude
essential sustainable earth survival
conservation is life survival code
embedded preservation renewable
resources key to survival humanity
recycle support sustain biodiversity
humanity finally living earth harmony?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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You know, since the reviews have come out and people have reacted to it, I've realized that is in a sense what has happened. But as I was writing them, I didn't feel a part of any tradition. I think that would have been too overwhelming, in a sense.
quote by Jhumpa Lahiri
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DEPRESSED.....by Talile Ali
I WAS DEPRESSED
DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT
MY DENIAL MUST BE SO HIGH
I JUST CAN'T MAKE SENSE IN IT
I'VE BEEN LOSIN MY WHOLE SOUL
AND MY ENTIRE BELIEF SYSTEM
AS I AGE, IT ALL WILL OUT
NOTHIN TO CLAIM OR HELP RETRIEVE THEM
MY WORLD SEEM SO EMPTY AND LONELY
MY HEART IS SO TIRED OF GAMES
MY MIND'S SO WELL READ, THAT IT'S HOPING
SOMETHING HAPPENS REAL SOON AND NOT BLAME
I WAS DEPRESSED
AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT
MY DENIAL MUST BE SO HIGH
I JUST CAN'T MAKE SENSE IN IT
I GUESS IT IT GOT MUCH WORSE
I COULD DIE
BUT IF THAT WERE SO
I GUESS I WOULD CRY
poem by Talile Ali
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I'm Going To Stop Pretending That I Didn't Break Y
I'm gonna tell you what you need to hear
And I'm a little too late, by three or four years
And it may not make much sense now that we are apart
But I'm going to stop pretending that I didn't break your heart
You see, I never thought enough of myself to realize
That losing me could mean something like the tears in your eyes
And I wanna tell you I'm sorry, but it's too late to start
But I'm going to stop pretending that I didn't break your heart
And it's Christmas Eve, years down the line
Sittin' wishing I treated you better when you were mine
And I have no way of knowing where you are
But I'm going to stop pretending that I didn't break your heart
I didn't mean to hurt you
I didn't know what I was doing
But I know what I have done
song performed by by Eels
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Maybe
Maybe i did it,
Maybe i didn't;
Maybe you did it,
Maybe you didn't;
Maybe he did it,
Maybe he didn't;
Maybe she did it,
Maybe she didn't;
Maybe they did it,
Maybe they didn't;
Maybe we did it,
Maybe we didn't;
And like a raiser of naked Sheep!
But behold, a basket full of summer fruits lay next to you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Didn't You Know
(nickolas ashford/valerie simpson)
Remember when you left?
You had your own rules about playing the game
And any day, you could walk away feeling no pain
Now look at yourself
You're all hung up on somebody else
And in your eyes i see all the signs of the misery
That you laid on me
Baby, baby
Didn't you know you'd have to cry sometime?
Didn't you know
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know that you'd lose your pride?
Didn't anybody tell you love had another side?
You used to be so proud
Now, your head's a little lower
And you walk slower
And you don't talk so loud
You've gotten wise
You know how love can build you up one moment
And the next, cut you down to size
Then you discover
All she told you was a bunch of lies
Baby, baby
Didn't you know you'd have to cry sometime?
Didn't you know
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know that you'd lose your pride?
Didn't anybody tell you love had another side?
Baby, baby
Didn't you know you'd have to cry sometime?
Didn't you know
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know you'd have to cry sometime?
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
Didn't you know you'd have to hurt sometime?
song performed by by Diana Ross
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