Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering.
quote by Dostoyevsky
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Could You Love Me?
Could you,
Love me...
And another.
And another.
And another.
Could you,
Love me...
And another.
And another.
Could you,
Love me...
And another.
And another.
And another.
Could you,
Love me...
And another.
And another.
Could you love me,
At night.
And feed my appetite.
Now could you do this,
With another...
And another.
Could you kiss me passionately?
Take risks and submit totally.
Could you do this,
With me...
And another?
Could you,
Love me...
And another.
Could you,
Love me...
And another.
Could you,
Love me...
And another.
And another.
I remember the mending.
After bending and consenting.
I went through all the suffering.
But I don't want that,
On my mind.
Knowing you might be sometimes,
With another.
And another,
Any another
Now could you,
Love me...
And another.
Could you,
Love me...
And another.
Could you,
Love me...
And another.
And another?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cold, cold is my bed in winter!
Cold, cold is my bed in winter!But for my
Lord, who will embrace me passionately?
Cold, cold is my bed in winter!
Today, dear, this harsh winter closes in
And scares the frail ones like me.
My frozen little body sets our being ablaze!
But for my love, who will slake me?
Cold, cold is my bed in winter!
But for my love, who will embrace me passionately?
Every single moment of this night is aeon to me!
How futile is my empty bed,
I thank heavens that I met Narsaiyya's Lord,
For I attained the Nectar of Immortality!
Cold, cold is my bed in winter!
But for my Lord, who will embrace me passionately?
poem by Narsinh Mehta
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Suffering
I heard about your happiness
And all the plans that youre involved in
Since youre gone youd be impressed
To know i, too, have been evolving
But I dont think you comprehend
Ive been suffering
Yeah, Ive been suffering
Guess Ill be suffering up around the bend
This love is a cancer in me
I can feel it advancing in me
This fire it is my light in the world
Well, I found me a new friend
Ive been suffering
Yeah, Ive been suffering
Guess Ill be suffering up around the bend
I hung around in a leather bar
They threw me on the cement
Slept all night in my plastic car
Got in an accident
I brushed by you in the supermart
And I had me a touch of whats real
It was real when you crushed me with your steel
Black clouds roll through my mind
Who says anyway these halls are sovereign?
I am a hater of the human kind
So keep away, this hearts not softening
No, I dont think that its the end of this suffering
Yeah, Ive been suffering
Ive been suffering
Ive been suffering
And Ill be suffering up around the bend
song performed by by Frank Black
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There is no true love save in suffering, and in this world we have to choose either love, which is suffering, or happiness. Man is the more man - that is, the more divine - the greater his capacity for suffering, or rather, for anguish.
quote by Miguel de Unamuno
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Into The Tunnel Of Fantasy
to kill love, one must imagine the ugliness
of a capture
a bird in a cage unable to sing
a lion lying low a tiger moving to and fro
inside bars
i once thought about a gun, a hand that pulls a trigger
to kill a love wasted as it is unrequited
on the other hand, it is the blood that dances upon each vein
a tongue singing
a mouth salivating
a heart doing its pumping
a rush of adrenalin
which keeps us so alive and so
why should i murder it with a forgetting?
i shall take it
hide it, and at night i shall imagine it with me
passionately, passionately
the face of love that finds its way
back to the secret tunnel
of fantasy.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Always Suffering
Let's take a walk
Just you and me
And talk of days gone by
Across the fields
Under the trees
Let's speak of you and I
While the whole world
Was wandering
We walked a steady line
When all our friends
Were wavering
We kept on trying
Now we're always suffering
Already lost
Always suffering
Already lost
Remember when
On summer days
I would sing a lovers son
How you would smile
Shower me with praise
And the sun shined on
Now the rain is falling slow
And the nights grow long
And the train
Cries out so hauntingly
She is gone
Now we're always suffering
Already lost
We're always suffering
Already lost
Please take these flowers
Smell the perfume
Let your soul come alive
Let there be hope
Hope in your heart
That our love may revive
For life is but a chance
On a wind swept hill
And the seeds of love
Are swirling above
Let them be still
But we're always suffering
We're already lost
Always suffering
Already lost
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Bridges To Babylon
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I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness and the willingness to remain vulnerable.
quote by Joseph Addison
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Villanelle Of Marguerite's
'A little, _passionately, not at all?_'
She casts the snowy petals on the air:
And what care we how many petals fall!
Nay, wherefore seek the seasons to forestall?
It is but playing, and she will not care,
A little, passionately, not at all!
She would not answer us if we should call
Across the years: her visions are too fair;
And what care we how many petals fall!
She knows us not, nor recks if she enthrall
With voice and eyes and fashion of her hair,
A little, passionately, not at all!
Knee-deep she goes in meadow grasses tall,
Kissed by the daisies that her fingers tear:
And what care we how many petals fall!
We pass and go: but she shall not recall
What men we were, nor all she made us bear:
'_A little, passionately, not at all!_'
And what care we how many petals fall!
poem by Ernest Christopher Dowson
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I do not believe that sheer suffering teaches. If suffering alone taught, all the world would be wise, since everyone suffers. To suffering must be added mourning, understanding, patience, love, openness and the willingness to remain vulnerable.
quote by Anne Spencer Morrow Lindbergh
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Welcome to my casting couch, but read the small print first
Where is the one
I used to love so passionately –
and who, I thought,
loved me so passionately too…?
good question..
Two hot, cool chicks,
Ellen Berscheid and Elaine Walster,
told me that…
(OK, ‘Interpersonal attraction’,
Freeman, NY,1978 – that’s
even before your parents knew…)
that we should distinguish carefully
between passionate love
that’s too hhot-t-t... not to grow cold…
and companionate (the slippered) love…
Give it six months they say.
And if you’re still on speaking terms,
come back and tell us what you’ve found…
So goodbye, dear, and Amen…
here’s hoping we’ll think, now and then…
it could be for keeps…
and perhaps the perfect gift,
the romantic film, the bottle,
nose candy or the pills,
the getaway, just-each-other holiday,
white sand, sun, palm trees at
a brochure’s distance -
and the whole damn cycle could
start all over again…
but... you cutest butt...:
come live with me and be my love,
and wrong, we’ll all researchers prove…
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Although I don't take myself very seriously, I do take my work extraordinarily seriously.
quote by Alton Brown
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Most Ardently, Most Passionately
I love you most ardently, in everything that I do-
I love you most passionately-yet, how might this be true! ?
The way you talk, your voice, those lips of crimson red;
The way you walk-I pay homage to the ground upon which you tread;
Only what you give to me is that which you promise me-
You know that you owe me naught, but to treat me honestly!
I know not bound, nor limit, to how much I loveth thee-
Nor may I count the myriad ways in which I covet thee;
They are both innumerable, as is their origin, Empyrean-
Naught may serve, not even the most beautiful sonnet, Shakespearean-
To properly explicate, to any, the depths of my ardor;
Words may not suffice as such, to enlightenment's barter!
As words surely fail, perhaps my actions make, for others, real-
What it is that I most ardently, most passionately, feel!
-Maurice Harris,27 Spetember 2010
poem by Maurice Harris
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A letter 2 my Mom
Mom I love u and always will
it hurts me to see you suffering in pain,
and struggling to breath each day.
Mom you may not be perfect
but I love you
even if u make mistakes
I will always love you,
we are all human and thats what I love.
Mom we have gone through a lot together,
but you were always there for me
and I was always there for you
but u never gave up on me
and thats why I love you Mom.
Mom I know I treated you bad at times
and I was a jerk to you
but you always forgave me
and thats why I love you Mom.
Mom I remember the day when you were diagnosed with cancer
and I took you to all your chemo and radiation treatments
it hurt me so much to see you so sick but I always stuck by your side
no matter what it took even if it meant that I had to miss school for you
and I want you to always know that I love you Mom.
Mom now that you are gone
I will never forget you cuz you are always in my heart
im sorry you had to suffer for so long but at least you are at peace now
with all the pain and suffering
I love you Mom and always will! ! !
I LOVE YOU MOM FOR EVER AND EVER! ! ! !
poem by Chrissy Tatro
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Success is doing ordinary things extraordinarily well.
I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end.
quote by Margaret Thatcher
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I'm extraordinarily patient provided I get my own way in the end.
quote by Margaret Thatcher
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I am extraordinarily patient, provided I get my own way in the end.
Margaret Thatcher in in Observer (4 April 1989)
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Excellence is doing ordinary things extraordinarily well.
quote by John W. Gardner
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The poetry community here has been extraordinarily welcoming.
quote by George Murray
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I'm just passionately in love with my kids.
quote by Sheena Easton
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