Leave bands, go back to obscurity if I choose to, without a great sense of loss of security because it's all been based on the fact that I did it on my own or was doing, enjoying doing it on my own in the first place.
quote by Eric Clapton
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Its A Big Loss
Rip
its a big loss...
the plane crash was a tragdy
but your death was a big catastrophic
a professor in mathmatic
that was you Hon. saitoti
its a big loss...
a great mathmatician
a dedicted politician
you solved our security like magician
its a big loss...
you left behind a legacy
many will emurate you like the water in the sea
you were a great seed
to many all over the world
its a big loss...
you fought alshaabab
withou fear nor disturb
you worked together like pal
we wont give up your work on the millitia
its a big loss...
a big gain in heaven
a big loss to kenyan
poem by Fantiz Evans
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I'm not qualified to do anything else. So there better be another job. I'm kind of stuck now. I'm enjoying my life and I'm enjoying my work, and I'm enjoying the fact that the work I'm doing is garnering some interest and that's great. I just hope that it continues.
quote by Alfred Molina
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As A Matter Of Fact
Written by s. garrett & d. boyette
Blow daddy, aww, yeah
Here we are, standing at the hard line
We made it last this long
The two of us, together since the first time
And I believe our love is still strong
Seems love has a funny way
Well, it can come or go or it can choose to stay
But love says what it has to say
(chorus)
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I love you (oh, as a matter of fact)
And I love that you love me back
As a matter of fact (ooh, as a matter, a matter)
Some said we wouldnt make it this far
But they dont talk no more (no more)
The love we share is precious as a big star
And what we haves what others hope for
Seems love has a funny way
Well, it can come or go or it can choose to stay
But love says what it has to say
(chorus)
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I need you (oh, as a matter of fact)
And Im glad that you need me back
As a matter of fact (ooh, as a matter, a matter)
Mm, matter of fact, yeah (ooh as a matter of fact)
I want you (yeah, as a matter of fact)
And I cant tell you more than that
As a matter of fact, (ooh, as a matter) yeah (matter)
Aww, blow, daddy
Musical interlude
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Seems love has a funny way
Well, it can come and go or it can choose to stay
But love says what it has to say
(repeat chorus)
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I love you (oh, as a matter of fact)
Yeah and I love that you love me back
As a matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
Ooh, ooh, baby
Matter of fact (ooh, as a matter of fact)
I need you (yeah, as a matter of fact)
And Im glad that you need me right back
As a matter of fact
(ooh, as a matter) yeah (a matter)
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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The fact that the price of gasoline has declined some in recent weeks must not allow Americans to be lulled into a false sense of security. Energy independence must rank along with border security as the top priorities of the United States.
quote by Virgil Goode
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A Place In The Sun
Gotta get that feeling
God I love this feeling
Someone come and stop me cuz this I'm winning
I should have left you when I was up
I should have left you when I was up
I should've had enought sense to
Get up and leave this town
I should've had enough sense to
It was a turn around
Walking through the golden sands I'm quenching my thirst
Jump into the fountain and I'm going head first
Lost in a place in the sun
And it's going down
It's going down
It's going down
It's going down
I should have left you when I was up
I should have left you when I was up
I should've had enought sense to
Get up and leave this town
I should've had enough sense to
It was a turn around
I should've had enought sense to
Get up and leave this town
I should've had enough sense to
It was a turn around
Lost in a place in the sun
And it's going down
It's going down
It's going down
It's going down
song performed by by Lit from A Place In The Sun
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Lets Get Back
Get back together aah
This is a very interesting situation
I sense a gradual loss of communication
Dont you think I can see youre changing on me
Youre heading into a completely new direction
And I am having trouble making the adaptation
Dont you think I can see youre changing on me
Lets get back together
Lets get back forever
Lets get back together
Lets get back
Lets get back together
Lets get back forever
Lets get back together
Lets get back
If I may be so bold by making a suggestion
Please ask yourself why you are making this transition
Dont you think I can see, youre changing on me
Everytime I think of us I just want to make it how it was
Before we had much more
When I think of me and you I just cant believe that we are through
I cant ignore the fact you closed the door
When I think back, we had a beautiful relationship
But I see the future, whats there for me is devastation from you
Dont you think I can see, youre changing on me
Lets get back together
Lets get back forever
Lets get back together
Lets get back
Lets get back together
Lets get back forever
Lets get back together
Lets get back
Back together, back together, back together, back together
Back together, back together, back together, back together
Everytime I think of us I just want to make it how it was
Ah before we had much more
When I think of me and you I just cant believe that we are through
I cant ignore the fact you closed the door
Dont you think I can see
Dont you think I can see
Dont you think I can see
Youre changing
Get on back, get on back
Get on back, get on back
Get on back, get on back
Get on back, get on back
Get on back, get on back
Get on back, get on back to
I wanna get back
song performed by by No Doubt
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What is loss?
I resent
What loss represents
I resent
What great loss presents
So what’s the fuss about loss?
Waiting!
Debating!
Contemplating!
What is loss?
Something you care about
Taken away from you by force
Creating total unforgivable chaos
Thinking!
Blinking!
Seeking!
What is loss
It is a minus instead of a plus
Hence the unmistakable fuss
Death and sickness build up great grief
Loss brings despair instead of relief
And in loss itself I have no belief
I resent
What loss represents
I resent
What great loss presents
Loss! An inequitable cause
Thrown on you without a toss
So you become very cross
Because in your life you realize, you are never the only boss!
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The Gain of Loss
Hardest of Lifes lessons is loss,
In which having becomes without,
When complete changes to shatters,
That what was full is, just an emptiness,
And guided becomes lost.
Security of knowing, fades to a memory,
Images of Love, become dreams,
Security of touch, a sensation ebbed away,
And Loneliness becomes company.
When the weakened Heart, strengthens,
tired from the weariness, of loss,
Growing, of the last Love,
To become the strength,
Of the next.
Lesson learned, is not to Love less,
With Loss,
lesson is, to learn to Love Grander,
With Gain.
poem by Darrel Kincaid
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Jealous Nature
Earthly love so soon corrupts,
And others peace, it interrupts:
The jealous human nature fears
A loss, if other love appears.
It's not our choice; second place
Means loss of power, loss of face;
To give up our own sovereign crown,
And sense the ties that bind, unbound.
If our magic touch seems gone
We think it best to move along;
Place faith then in another heart,
Till death or some new love, doth part.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Growing From The Seed
But whom is to say how that seed will grow?
A change with the bitterness and cold of times covered in snow.
Who are we to judge how someone will be.
It's not already chosen.
Not even with the best intentions can fortune tellers always be right.
For a prediction a lot of the time are based on intuition.
The gut, the instinct baring.
The soul glowing with aura that makes you believe one thing.
It is as it is.
With a closed minds we choose to accept it as the only possibility.
But what of the other possibilities.
Do they fizzle out because of our bias beliefs because of what we know?
Knowledge is food we choose to eat, but do we feed others the same thing?
Or do we let them choose for them selves?
A spoon forcefully put in someone's mouth.
Doesn't mean they will agree with it, or like it.
They might just spit it back out.
Yuk, your wrong the child says as he regurgitates it as if he is wiser then we are.
And in some ways he might be.
For he hasn't yet made many decisions, based on influence of others.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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COMMON SENSE or COSMIC SENSE?
Human mind based in “Common sense”
Incurred karma serves as recompense
Heart/soul based in “Cosmic Sense”
Brought about when mankind repents
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Limits Of A Condoned Safety Zone
Hey...
When folks decide,
They will choose sides...
Based upon who they 'like'
And dislike,
Because of their conditioning process.
And minds still rocked in cradles.
They have chosen ways to hurt themselves.
And regardless of what those methods are,
They have chosen to use...
Few will learn a thing,
Beyond the limits of a condoned safety zone.
And difficult it is to leave them and their opinions alone.
But when done...
It is rewarding!
A sense of accomplishment freshens the air.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Black Angel's Death Song
The myriad choices of his fate
Set themselves out upon a plate
For him to choose
What had he to lose
Not a ghost bloodied country
All covered with sleep
Where the black angel did weep
Not an old city street in the east
Gone to choose
And wandering's brother
Walked on through the night
With his hair in his face
On a long splintered cut from the knife of G.T.
The rally man's patter ran on through the dawn
Until we said so long
To his skull-shrill yell
Shining brightly red-rimmed and
Red-lined with the time
Infused with the choice of the mind
On ice skates scraping chunks
From the bells
Cut mouth bleeding razor's
Forgetting the pain
Antiseptic remains cool goodbye
So you fly
To the cozy brown snow of the east
Gone to choose, choose again
Sacrificials remains make it hard to forget
Where you come from
The stools of your eyes
Serve to realize fame, choose again
And roverman's refrain of the sacrilege recluse
For the loss of a horse
Went the bowels and a tail of a rat
Come again, choose to go
And if Epiphany's terror reduced you to shame
Have your head bobbed and weaved
Choose a side to be on
If the stone glances off
Split didactics in two
Leave the colors of the mouse trails
Don't scream, try between
If you choose, if you choose, try to lose
For the loss of remain come and start
Start the game I che che che che I
Che che ka tak koh
Choose to choose
Choose to choose, choose to go
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Lets Go
I hear the guitars ringing out
Ringing out down union street
I hear the lead singer shouting out yeah
I wanna be a slave to the beat
Yeah, I want something thatll break my chains
Something to break my heart
Something to shake my brains
Little rocker ? ? ? ? ? around (on? ) tonight (delight? )
So meet me on down
Meet me on down
I wanna be where the bands are
I wanna be where the bands are
Where the bands are
I wanna be where the bands are
Where the bands are
I wanna be where the bands are
Where the bands are
I wanna be where the bands are
I....wanna.....be
I....wanna.....be
I....wanna.....be
Where the bands are
Where the bands are
I....wanna.....be
Where the bands are
I wanna start a new life
We left our home in the hillside (? )
We left back family and our friends (? )
We came down here to ...
To start all over again
We left when the fields were ...
...
...
I wanna start a new life
I wanna start a new life
I wanna ... forget about the man that I used to be
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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A Book, Never Read
Many, many years ago, I experienced a loss most profound;
Now I view the same as a blessing-a dichotomy to confound;
I no longer need solace; I no longer grieve-
Any sense of loss I may have felt, I begged its leave;
I think not of moments lost; nor of a life, without;
My mind has removed, forever and always, any doubt:
For, my most heart-wrenching loss is now my gain;
My heart's poignant relief, supplanted its deepest pain!
Nary hath a moment come, since this day of change,
Where my former sense of loss, seemed anything but strange;
I am begotten from what I lost, though there, it ends;
I live my life with this knowledge, no matter where it sends
Me, or any other I may love-for, he is now and ever, dead-
Gone forever, forgotten completely-as though a book, never read!
poem by Maurice Harris
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My Obscurity
My life works hard around obscurity it orders my life
My life is a blessing it defines obscurity in my life
Would there be no obscurity there’d be no life
There’d be no me there’d be no exhilaration
Fretfulness, absorption, anticipation love to lust, lust to love
life to death, death to life pain to hurt, hurt to misery
It’s all a obscurity creativeness, endowment and talent
To my poetic life what would there be a obscurity
poem by Dr Shamim ali
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A racial community provides not only a sense of identity, that luxury of looking into another's face and seeing yourself reflected back, but a sense of security and support.
quote by Wentworth Miller
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My success was not based so much on any great intelligence but on great common sense.
quote by Helen Gurley Brown
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The Threshold
The threat or danger of a downfall is looming before us
though we now seem poised and safe above all the fuss.
Considering the sacrifice and effort made to reach the threshold
how can we now afford the luxury of distraction and be so bold?
Until the threshold is attained and one has safely passed through
it would be wise not to become complacent with the passing view.
The choice is ours and so much depends on our integrity of purpose
if we’re to arrive safely and overcome the temptations on the surface.
There can be no satisfaction with things that are constantly changing
especially where the effect of change itself is also very wide ranging.
In fact it seems such a shame to have to admit that all of this attraction
keeps us away from the place that will ensure our complete satisfaction.
When we spend such a large part of our lives to achieve harmony and balance
those who don’t make the most of the opportunity are victims of nonchalance.
And it’s only after missing the chance to get something we’ve badly wanted
we feel a sense of greater loss than losing it after the thing had been granted.
Sometimes the fear of failure is not as great as the fear of success
which may place demands upon us that cause unwelcome stress.
Though rarely one will argue the point of not trying to succeed
there are the factors of determination and those based on need.
There seems to be some point beyond which no one ever really goes
unless one has the help and guidance of someone greater that knows.
They stand poised and ready for anyone to acknowledge their position
and is able to take one through the threshold by grace of their decision.
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poem by George Krokos
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Without Our Gift Of Memory
What would we be without the power to recall?
Without our gift of memory we'd be little at all
To those who lose their memory confusion is their lot
The faces of friends and family by them even forgot
For the children and kindred of alzheimers sufferers life must be very sad
The memory loss of a sibling, uncle, aunty, mum or dad
Though 'tis a natural instinct for us to cling to life's breath
In a choice between death and loss of memory I think I would choose death
I am a lucky fellow my gift of memory I retain
And I hope till my last breath of life that with me it will remain
To the great gift of memory I will gladly drink a toast
In that sense I am lucky far luckier than most
Life would not be worth much without it the great gift of memory
I am sure at what I say here that most with me would agree.
poem by Francis Duggan
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