Rather suffer than die is man's motto.
quote by Jean de La Fontaine
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The motto of chivalry is also the motto of wisdom; to serve all, but love only one.
Motto And Morris
Motto and Morris,
With love in the air to catch your view!
And like the apples of love in the garden of peace,
But try to move up straight with your positive mind always.
Motto and Morris,
Come and share your love with me tonight;
For the colours of the rainbow are now seen up high,
And like leaders with workers inthe land of plenty.
See! !
I have heard the news;
Listen!
I have seen your lovely flower;
And like your motto and the muse of Morris,
But, love is in the air and you have to be very wise to come closer to it!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Motto For Life
My Motto,
if you can all it that
is very simple.
Help, Caring, Love and Comfort.
Help
where, whenever and whomever
whether they be a stranger or friend.
Caring,
opening your arms to greet someone
treating them as a brother, sister and friend.
Love
everyone whomever they may, be
friend, foe and family.
Comfort,
comforting all ailing souls,
young and old alike
that you may come across.
It is a small motto
of which I live my life by.
Something I have done
since I was very young.
My motto for life.
4 January 2008
poem by David Harris
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I Suffer The Night
I suffer the night
When it's time to face my sadness
And all I can do is cry
I suffer the night
When I struggle to find rest
Knowing in the morning I must rise
I suffer the night
When alone in the darkness
I wonder why I am alive
I suffer the night
When I succumb to blackness
And finally stop asking why
I suffer the night
As it battles my mind
And my spirit slowly dying
I suffer the night
As I reach for the light
And pray that my death be kind
poem by Sonya Florentino
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Erase 'em All
Building the walls around it
Created self with nothing much
Without a cost to find it
Feeling avoid and losing touch
The borrowed taste his novelty
Could be a product of another's humility
Don't worry your loss wil be his gain
He wouldn't hesitate to turn his back on you
And it might be true
Erase 'em all - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall befoer you know the motto
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know you gotta
Erase 'em all
The warning's out it's gonna come to an end and I
Hate to see him label me as a friend tonight
Never question my intentions without the right
Showing me another way to turn his back on you
And it might be you
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know the motto
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know you gotta
Erase 'em all, Erase 'em all, Erase 'am all,
Erase 'em all
Erase 'em all, Erase 'em all, Erase 'am all,
Erase 'em all
You wanna stay you'd better run
When I catch up you better have a gun
I'm so wound up from playin' dumb
This time it's real and real isn't fun
You never saw this side before
Don't test the water for what's in store
I drew the line and I learned a rule
What's good for me isn't good for you
Erase 'em all
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know the motto
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know you gotta
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know the motto
Erase 'em All - Don't worry boy
You gotta rise to fall before you know you gotta
Erase 'em all
song performed by by 1208
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One Way Or The Other
When someone over compensates,
With an opinion...
That is stated to instigate.
And stirs to irritation...
Both discomfort and continued debate!
And all that is wished...
Is someone who is willing to give and take.
In a relationship that begins not ends,
In a bottomless abyss...
Unforgiving and not able to bend,
With a mending!
There has to be an ego to give up,
When a temperature heats...
Unneeded.
There has to be an ego to give up,
When a temperature heats...
Unneeded.
There has to be an ego to give up,
When a temperature heats...
Unneeded.
Or...
A releasing of the beast inside that feeds the heat!
One way or the other,
No one has to really suffer.
One way or the other,
No one has to really suffer.
One way or the other,
No one has to really suffer.
No one has to really suffer,
One way or the other!
When someone over compensates,
With an opinion...
That is stated to instigate.
And stirs to irritation...
Both discomfort and continued debate!
And all that is wished...
Is someone who is willing to give and take.
There has to be an ego to give up,
When a temperature heats...
Unneeded.
There has to be an ego to give up,
When a temperature heats...
Unneeded.
One way or the other,
No one has to really suffer.
One way or the other,
No one has to really suffer.
One way or the other,
No one has to really suffer.
No one has to really suffer,
One way or the other!
One way or the other,
No one has to really suffer.
One way or the other,
No one has to really suffer.
One way or the other,
No one has to really suffer.
No one has to really suffer,
One way or the other!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Still Have Fear Getting Out Of The Circle
i am staying
i finally tell myself
there is no sense going out of the circle
the comfort of its radius
being in
for the rest of my life
inside i may suffer
i may bleed in silence
but i live and i can still do what i can
to ease the pain
i have seen you
leave the circumference
you shout at first
you are free
then you suffer alone
in agony
then you die
then no one remembers
no one really cares
no one understands completely
us, how we both suffer
inside and outside us
how we suffer everywhere
how we live how we die
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Which Disease You Suffer From?
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies thin suffer
from, 'Anorexia Nervosa'.
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies muscular suffer
from, 'Bigorexia Nervosa'.
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies perfect
suffer from, 'Athletica Nervosa'.
Those who are preoccupied with an
imaginary defect of their body
suffer from, Body Dysmorphic Disorder”.
Those who love their bodies
while yelling, “To hell with the world”
suffer from, “Narcissistic Disorder”.
Those who refuse to take care
of bodies while shouting, ” To hell with it”
suffer from, 'Diogenes Syndrome'.
Hey! Buddy, Which disease you suffer from?
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
05/05/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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We might not object to the statement that Lear deserved to suffer for his folly, selfishness and tyranny; but to assert that he deserved to suffer what he did suffer is to do violence not merely to language but to any healthy moral sense.
quote by Andrew Coyle Bradley
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Suffer
Im gonna suffer for you no longer
Im gonna suffer for you no more
Im gonna write you out of my life
And shut the door
You tried to drive a wedge between me and my friends
You pushed me to the edge time and again
Ive been living in your shade since I cant remember when
Now Im bringing this charade to an end
Im gonna suffer for you no longer
Im gonna suffer for you no more
Im gonna write you out of my life
And shut the door
There was subtlety and skill in your manipulative ways
You chipped away my will so you could make me stay
You soothed me with your voice until I obeyed
But Im making my own choice from today
You used the tongue of love like a boxer uses fists
You contained me like a glove or a creeping cloak of mist
You guaranteed the stars but there always was a twist
Now I see you as you are - egotist !
Im gonna suffer for you no longer
Im gonna suffer for you no more
Im gonna write you out of my life
And shut the door
Ive got a ticket in my hand and I must be moving on
But I want you to understand that from the moment I am gone
I release and let you go - you owe nothing now to me
Im not angry anymore - Im free !
Im gonna suffer for you no longer
Im gonna suffer for you no more
Im gonna write you out of my life
And shut the door
song performed by by Waterboys
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Why Haven't You Called
I wait hour by hour
Minute by minute
Second by second
To hear the sound of ringing
I yearn to hear your voice
Only yours
Do you like to see me suffer?
Do you even know I suffer
I suffer so bad I want to gauge my eyes
I suffer so bad I want to slit my wrist in front of your eyes
I’m sick and tired if waiting by the phone just for you
I’m sick of seeing your pictures and not being able to touch you
I have to see you
I have to talk to you
Why haven’t you called?
poem by Brytanne Lee
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Suffer
Something deep inside of me
That when it comes it wont bring too much prolong
I dont know how hard itll be when I suffer
Affection is a start for me, I hope its gonna move on
This time its gonna be hard for me, I dont wanna suffer
I fight it hard when it tears my heart
Oh when I want someone I gotta have someone
And when I come to the conclusion
So scared I dont want to fall
Please dont make me suffer
Please dont make me suffer
Did he break his broken heart for you
Oh no mother, he never loved a single other person
This time its gonna be hard for me, I dont want to suffer
I fight it hard when it tears my heart
Oh when I want someone I gotta have someone
And when I come to the conclusion
So scared I dont want to fall
Please dont make me suffer
Please dont make me suffer
Im not hard enough, Im not strong enough
Dont make me suffer
song performed by by Simply Red
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The Ghost
Down the street as I was drifting with the city's human tide,
Came a ghost, and for a moment walked in silence by my side --
Now my heart was hard and bitter, and a bitter spirit he,
So I felt no great aversion to his ghostly company.
Said the Shade: `At finer feelings let your lip in scorn be curled,
`Self and Pelf', my friend, has ever been the motto for the world.'
And he said: `If you'd be happy, you must clip your fancy's wings,
Stretch your conscience at the edges to the size of earthly things;
Never fight another's battle, for a friend can never know
When he'll gladly fly for succour to the bosom of the foe.
At the power of truth and friendship let your lip in scorn be curled --
`Self and Pelf', my friend, remember, is the motto of the world.
`Where Society is mighty, always truckle to her rule;
Never send an `i' undotted to the teacher of a school;
Only fight a wrong or falsehood when the crowd is at your back,
And, till Charity repay you, shut the purse, and let her pack;
At the fools who would do other let your lip in scorn be curled,
`Self and Pelf', my friend, remember, that's the motto of the world.
`Ne'er assail the shaky ladders Fame has from her niches hung,
Lest unfriendly heels above you grind your fingers from the rung;
Or the fools who idle under, envious of your fair renown,
Heedless of the pain you suffer, do their worst to shake you down.
At the praise of men, or censure, let your lip in scorn be curled,
`Self and Pelf', my friend, remember, is the motto of the world.
`Flowing founts of inspiration leave their sources parched and dry,
Scalding tears of indignation sear the hearts that beat too high;
Chilly waters thrown upon it drown the fire that's in the bard;
And the banter of the critic hurts his heart till it grows hard.
At the fame your muse may offer let your lip in scorn be curled,
`Self and Pelf', my friend, remember, that's the motto of the world.
`Shun the fields of love, where lightly, to a low and mocking tune,
Strong and useful lives are ruined, and the broken hearts are strewn.
Not a farthing is the value of the honest love you hold;
Call it lust, and make it serve you! Set your heart on nought but gold.
At the bliss of purer passions let your lip in scorn be curled --
`Self and Pelf', my friend, shall ever be the motto of the world.'
Then he ceased and looked intently in my face, and nearer drew;
But a sudden deep repugnance to his presence thrilled me through;
Then I saw his face was cruel, by the look that o'er it stole,
Then I felt his breath was poison, by the shuddering of my soul,
Then I guessed his purpose evil, by his lip in sneering curled,
And I knew he slandered mankind, by my knowledge of the world.
But he vanished as a purer brighter presence gained my side --
`Heed him not! there's truth and friendship
in this wondrous world,' she cried,
And of those who cleave to virtue in their climbing for renown,
Only they who faint or falter from the height are shaken down.
At a cynic's baneful teaching let your lip in scorn be curled!
`Brotherhood and Love and Honour!' is the motto for the world.'
poem by Henry Lawson
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Comprehension...Or Torment
No one knows,
When we suffer.
Or how it is we suffer,
When suffering comes and is done...
By anyone
No one knows the extent of it.
How deep what is felt.
And when those sorrows visit to sit.
Although folks give advice and instructions.
With sections of pamphlets,
To read by professionals.
To emphasize their recommendations,
Underlined in 'red'.
Suggestions researched...
To read and ease our minds,
Before going to bed!
Hopefully not to stay awake...
To pace the floor instead.
No one knows,
When we suffer.
Or how it is we suffer,
When suffering comes and is done...
By anyone.
When suffering comes.
And alone it is done!
And listening to someone say to us to pray...
Is not a cure all or remedy,
That takes our suffering to numb quickly away.
But...
Pray we must,
And trust...
That those burdens carried,
Will be lifted up and away from us.
Knowing in our hearts...
God watches and will do His part!
No one knows,
When we suffer.
Or how it is we suffer,
When suffering comes and is done....
By anyone.
When suffering comes.
And alone it is done!
So it seems.
Only God knows how to heal and mend!
Only God knows when to send our sufferings away.
And many times with faith...
God intervenes.
Before the suffering has had a chance,
To arrive on the scene.
Depending on what it is we wish to choose.
Comprehension...
Or torment,
With unquestioned agony!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mariposa
Butterflies are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Death comes in a day or two.
All the things we ever knew
Will be ashes in that hour,
Mark the transient butterfly,
How he hangs upon the flower.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Suffer me to cherish you
Till the dawn is in the sky.
Whether I be false or true,
Death comes in a day or two.
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Someone Else To Blame
Tell for yourself, watch me sweat, watch me crawl
Stretch me on the table, up against the wall
You can see for yourself, but you better not say
Youre working four more hours every other day
See me suffer see me pain
Must be someone else to blame
See me suffer see me pain
Theres more trouble at the dockyard
Partys shouting at the union
Short fuses on their anger
Workers in confusion
Then theres the vandals of the right
They stalk the streets at night
Got someone else to fight
Got someone else to blame
See me suffer...
You can speak for yourself
Before the moment is lost
But I dont wanna shout cos i m counting the cost
Im counting the cost
See me suffer...
(hirst/moginie/gifford)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Time Will Tell
Naita-tte
Nani mo kawaranai-tte iwareru kedo
Dare datte
Son'na tsumori de naku n ja nai yo ne
Nayanda-tte shikatta nai yo
I just can't control the time
Kono nagai Runway kara aozora e Take off!
* Time will tell jikan ga tateba wakaru
Cry dakara son'na aseranakuta-tte ii
Time will tell jikan ga tateba wakaru
Cry ashita e no zurui chikamichi wa nai yo
Kitto kitto kitto
Ame datte
Kumo no ue e tobidaseba
Always blue sky
Taiyou datte
Te de tsukameru gurai chikaku ni kanjirareru
Hitori de ochikomanaide
We just can't control the time
Kono nagai Runway kara aozora e Take off!
Time will tell jikan ga tateba wakaru
Cry ima no iiwake ja jibun-sae gomakasenai
Time will tell jikan ga tateba wakaru
Cry dakara ima wa nakitai dake naite ii
Motto motto motto
* repeat
Time will tell
So don't you worry
(Time will tell, take your time, take it easy)
I just hope you understand
Make it nice & easy
Time will tell
(Time will tell, take your time, make it easy)
Ame ni makenai
Blue skies above us, above us
Only time will tell
Time will tell...
song performed by by Utada Hikaru
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The Earth Writhes
Feet are formed to walk with;
Men use them to leave footprints.
Hands are formed to work with;
Men use them to raise monuments.
In their attempts to make these
Men make havoc on the earth.
Fellow men suffer; animals suffer;
Trees and seas suffer; the earth writhes with pain.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Truth I Weep
wondering in the maze of life
somewhere i stopped on a hyacinth
O' my hyacinth
picking it in my hands
the fragrance though spread
overwhelmed in the perfume of it
i wanted to admit
the beauty of love i had for it
with a pricking pain
i saw the thorns
never with a hyacinth
but there were they
to grin was my compulsion
to laugh was the only way
to not let the heart break
i know the pain
but cant let you suffer
O' my hyacinth
cant let you suffer
cant let you suffer
poem by Gule Rukhsar
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One Wonders
One wonders what wonders tomorrow
may bring to the man in the street
when freedoms are traded to borrow
a credit card kitchen complete.
Will we dwell with nostalgia or sorrow
on a past few would care to repeat,
or turn to the future to follow
choice into the jaws of defeat?
Ubiquity’s options ring hollow
to those who’d ‘the system’ defeat, -
who’ll dance to the tune of Apollo?
who’ll float on life’s surface replete?
Dark the mire in which many now wallow
who millenium cheered – trick or treat?
Yet net theme schemes seem too much to swallow
with man’s paradigm shifts bittersweet.
Emerging technologies merging
redundant may make most who strive
to eliminate waste, need no urging
to purge with one motto – “survive”.
Survival for fattest who, splurging
can consciences salve while the rest
into true brave new world are emerging,
yet must plan, can’t just “hope for the best”.
But the seasons’ climactic conditions
have advanced to beyond ‘no return’,
and the forces unleashed may most missions
abort as all suffer in turn.
One wonders – but hidden agendas
both labels and lobbies betray,
he who struggles as he who surrenders
both hang at the end of the day.
Man has squandered both fauna and flora,
held accountable, passes the buck, -
most folk will find life ever poorer,
clutch at lottery crutches for luck.
Yet the motto that ‘hope springs eternal’
may rise to the challenge to find
a sensor chip network infernal
to ease out all cares from the mind.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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