Here an attempt is made to explain suffering: the outcaste of traditional Hinduism is held to deserve his fetched fate; it is a punishment for the wrongs he did in a previous life.
quote by Walter Kaufmann
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Be Ruthless The Law
Be punishment heavier than
The benefit caused by the wrong.
Be the punishment severer than
The pain caused by the crime.
Be the punishment double
For wrongs of the custodian of laws.
Ruthlessness is the characteristic
Of the law of enforcement.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Am Sorry
I AM SORRY FOR EVER HURTING YOU
MY MISTAKE WAS TO NEVER UNDERSTAND YOU
NOW I FEEL SO SORRY
GUILTY I FEEL AND HAVE NO WORDS TO EXPLAIN
I DESERVE NOT LIFE BUT DEATH
FOR HURTING YOU SO MANY TIMES, I AM SO SORRY
JUST SIMPLY DEATH I DESERVE
I CANNOT BE CALLED GOOD
ALTHOUGH, NOW I AM TRYING TO BE VERY GOOD
IT IS NOT TO HAVE YOU BACK
SINCE, I CAN NEVER HAVE YOU BACK
ALL THAT I WANT TO SAY IS THAT YOU WERE GOOD
I WAS BAD, ALWAYS WAS VERY BAD
DESERVE I DO NOT TO BE ALIVE
ONLY MY DEATH CAN EVER FIX MY LIFE
A SLICE OF MY BLOOD WILL BRING ME CLOSER TO DEATH
NOT WRITING THIS TO IMPRESS YOU
ONLY TRYING TO REPENT THE MISTAKES I MADE
TRYING TO LEARN AS I REGRET IN FAILING TO LOVE YOU
MY MISTAKE WAS LETTING YOU GO
BUT COULD I STOP YOU
EVEN IF I WANTED?
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Hold On
I was doomed riding on top a black horse.
Whatever prize there was I could only observe where the troubles starts.
Where does it end?
I cannot be cured...mmm...but if...
I know life would be different if I held on, held on.
I know I could be something if I held on.
Gave her life away. Put it in my pocket when it should've been framed.
Oh lost it's shine. Gotta' get this out of my head, out of my head.
How could it end...end like this?
I could've been...
I know life would be different had I held on, held on.
I know I could've been something had I held on, held on.
I know I could be something if I held on, held on.
I know life would be different if I held on, held on.
Held on, held on, if I held on, held on, if I held on, held on, if I held on.
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Deserve
They got money, they got sun
They look like theyre havin fun
Dont it seem its so unfair
They know something you dont know
Theyve got a better place to go
Theyre thin and rich and they dont care
We get the dreams that we deserve
The magazines that we deserve
Page one and three that we deserve
The joy and the pain that we deserve
The sun and the rain that we deserve
The material gain that we deserve
We get what we deserve
They got tension, they got stress
They got their lives in the press
The whole world stares as they undress
Sold their friends to get ahead
They do therapy instead
Theyve got demons in their bed
We get the toys that we deserve
The quiet and the noise that we deserve
The girls and the boys that we deserve
We get what we want if we really want it
We get what we want if were really honest
You know what you are
You know what you want
You know what you deserve
We get the seas that we deserve
The flowers and the trees that we deserve
The spores on the breeze that we deserve
We get what we want if we really want it
We get what we want if were really honest
You know what you are
You know what you want
You know what you deserve
You deserve
We get what we deserve
We deserve
song performed by by Marillion
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Internal Bleeding
Lies fill the air, fogging up the city,
too much to take in, I'm suffocating...
Drown.
The sidewalk is painted a scarlet-crimson.
Blood not my own, but my brothers ended...
Here.
Forgive me my friends, but I cannot die.
Too much to do and not enough time...
Left.
Shaking, I stand on the bones of the fallen
To reach my goal, so much sacrifice but...
Why?
---
I deserve,
To know,
Why I have this 'gift' I never wanted.
You deserve,
To die,
no way to win, no place to hide...
I will find you.
I will end you.
So hold on to your precious life.
'Cuz I want to,
Put an end to,
The reason she lies awake and cries.
I can see her suffering,
all because I don't...
provide.
----
The man before you is a shell,
A bottomless pit of deception.
Carve my soul into mince meat,
Punishment and lesson.
Over the years I've been a tyrant,
I'm sorry I wasted your life.
An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth,
Fair's fair, so please take mine.
Hell itself will do me well,
Almost too fitting an end.
Burn me alive, silent I die,
bask in my shame as I burn to the stake...
Tonight.
poem by William Blake Beckett
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Why? ? ?
Am I a looser who just don't wanna accept or i am afraid to confess?
why everyone out in the world is waiting eagerly for me so that they can suggest.
why everyone pretends that i am someone who have made out her life a mess.
why if something couldn't be achieved..all the previous acheivements have become useless.
why if the final short is missed all the previous victories have been dismissed.
why someone else's success seems to have joined hands with my failures to make fun of me.
why the absence os success overshadred all the flavours of life which were passionately required just few days back?
why someone else's success forces you to live his life even for a short while..
why i can't resist even when i know this will make the pain persist.
why a single miss makes meaningless all your previous hits.
why we forget all the kisses of success if we get a single kick.
why is it easy to suggest and difficult to follow.
why are we always ready to welcome success and failures allways knock when we are short of prep?
why its always the pain which we resist and it persist.
why me? ? ? this is the question we always want to b answered by pain and always forget when we get a chance to welcome the fame of success game....
why the success is something which we always deserve and failure is always when our badluck plays its role? ?
WHY? ? ?
poem by Pallvi Sharma
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A Singing Lesson
Far-fetched and dear-bought, as the proverb rehearses,
Is good, or was held so, for ladies: but nought
In a song can be good if the turn of the verse is
Far-fetched and dear-bought.
As the turn of a wave should it sound, and the thought
Ring smooth, and as light as the spray that disperses
Be the gleam of the words for the garb thereof wrought.
Let the soul in it shine through the sound as it pierces
Men's hearts with possession of music unsought;
For the bounties of song are no jealous god's mercies,
Far-fetched and dear-bought.
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Was it not enough punishment and suffering in history that we were uprooted and made helpless slaves not only in new colonial outposts but also domestically.
quote by Robert Mugabe
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My Fate Has Been Sealed....
My Fate Has Been Sealed....
your love placed inside my heart...
came to me without prior notice...
owned it and got into it to burn this heart...
how pity this heart...
this heart which i hold..
pity you are, my heart from this love...
from those fires which burned you...
and changed your life, up to down...
is that your fate...?
this fate, which wrote on you...?
to be always in love..
in love with whom who don`t know how to take care of you...
who owns this rights...
to make you always in pains...
who can change this...
and who can put the end to this fate..
pity you are, my pity heart...
i know that i shall meet my fate oneday...
but i need a fate which my heart deserve...
i need a happiness...
the happiness which i seek and dream always about...
i will accept my fate for what it was...
but if this fate completed my life with you...
poem by Hazem Al Jaber
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Through Your Eyes
I know a place where we can run away and be free
Just the two of us together holding hands whenever we please
Never thought that love could be so kind until you came along and changed my mind
If words alone could explain the way I feel for you
Then I would write a song, tell the world how much I do
Those time you held me close and made me realize
That Im living my life through your eyes
They day that we could be lovers if we fail
When do the stories stop and the privacy begins
Never thought that love could be so kind
Until you came along and changed my mind
If words alone could explain the way I feel for you
Then I would write a song, tell the world how much I do
Those time you held me close and made me realize
That Im living my life through your eyes
song performed by by Youngstown
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Woman, You Deserve More
Woman, you deserve more than flowers.
You deserve more than vows.
You deserve more than that ring,
Woman, you deserve more than love
The beauty in your eyes
Woman you deserve more than tender touches
The beauty of your voice
Woman you deserve more than kisses
Dear you deserve more,
something unseen, someone untouchable
More than gold, more than diamonds triple fold
Trust me, you deserve more
Written March 05,2012 by Theo Merma. In honor of International Woman's Day 2012.
'To all the woman out there, thank you for the existence. Stay strong, whatever life may throw at you, keep in mind that you deserve more! Live life, embrace it until it's through. Regards. -Theo'
poem by Theo Merma
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Thirsty For Justice
[I am a cheater.liar, sinner..the ideas of the poem mystery are entirely of my cousin arushi chaplot]
Some time in my past I suffered injustice...
But decided to carry on with my life.
Forgetting that unhealthy past..
But the present came out to be no better..
For I continue to suffer injustices..
My life's deteriorating day by day..
For the thirst of justice..
I was accused of wrongs I never did..
And given no chance to explain..
Some malicious people are constantly lying to ruin my reputation..
But who would explain...who would explain?
Who would get me justice?
And make my life worth living again..
Get me justice..
For the image created of me was not of me..
But created only to make me suffer..
I am dying every moment for justice...
Give me Justice....
poem by Srishti chaplot
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Perseverance
In The Wake This Storm I See Nothing But Suffering. Its Gods Punishment To The Foolish Man Who Think Nothing Can Touch Them. Among The Immortals. Playing Games With Millions Of Lives. Just Another Number In This World. Just An Stupid Una-pathetic Ignorant Person. I Just Cant Take It No More. Time To Bring Down The Monument. Time To Tear That Fancy Little Mansion That Your Always Held Up In. I Want You Look Into This Child's Eyes Explain To Him Why We Have To Suffer While You Live Good Life. Whats Makes You So God Special. Is It Money, Power, Or Just Plain Ignorance? We Are The People. We Built It And We Can Take It Away. Just Take It All Away. March Up To You Front Door Light A Match Touch A Cocktail Throw And Watch It Burn. Call It Crime If You But It Most Certainly Won't Bring It Back Anymore Then We Will Get Any Richer. So What's The Point You May Ask.. Someone Will Just Take Your Place. Its For The Greater Substance Of Society. Its To Point Out Were Not Dead Or Broken. Battered And Beaten Just Maybe. But It Wont Stop Us Now. No Let Perseverance Sit In Our Hearts And Stew This Is True Power. Just Look At It In All Its Spender. Its Within Me. Its In You. Waiting. Sustaining Life As We Know It. And The More Were Punished The Stronger It Gets.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Compassion.....
pity for sure
is an enemy of empathy
it is the lower kind of
this hierarchy of
compassion,
so please
do not ever say
that you pity me
for you do not deserve
to own those words.
compassion is different
as it transforms my suffering
and your
suffering as our
suffering,
as it enhances
our system of
immunity, ...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Burning In The Skies
I used the deadwood to make the fire rise
The blood of innocence burning in the skies
I filled my cup with the rising of the sea
And poured it out in an ocean of debris
I'm swimming in the smoke
Of bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve
What I don't deserve
We held our breath when the clouds began
to form
But you were lost in the beating of the
storm
And in the end we were made to be apart
In separate chambers of the human heart
I'm swimming in the smoke
Of bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve
It's in the blackened bones
Of bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve
What I don't deserve
I'm swimming in the smoke
Of bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve
The blame is mine alone
For bridges I have burned
So don't apologize
I'm losing what I don't deserve
What I don't deserve
And here's the dead wood to make the fire
rise
The blood of innocence burning in the skies
poem by Pawan Kumar 'Meonlafesta'
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Patterns
we look for patterns of success
and we look at their lives
those who made it
to the top
and those who amassed what fortunes
are there
on this earth available to all those
whom you think
deserve
the efforts and strategies
the patience and hard work
you find yourself without a dime
homeless and
deprived
there are not patterns
not even luck
there are only those who are there and do nothing
and yet they get all
fame and glory and fortune
you ask yourself today
what have i done to deserve all these?
God has no answer.
kneel and just pray.
Your fate will always be yours.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Ask Yourself Today
we look for patterns of success
and we look at their lives
those who made it
to the top
and those who amassed what fortunes
are there
on this earth available to all those
whom you think
deserve
the efforts and strategies
the patience and hard work
you find yourself without a dime
homeless and
deprived
there are not patterns
not even luck
there are only those who are there and do nothing
and yet they get all
fame and glory and fortune
you ask yourself today
what have i done to deserve all these?
God has no answer.
kneel and just pray.
Your fate will always be yours.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fate
Every kiss is unforgettable,
When I'm being held I feel as safe as ever,
I'm the luckiest girl in the world,
When I hear I love you my heart stops,
How could I deserve such an amazing guy,
I truly hope this last forever,
That's my dream and only hope,
Lets move on from the past and make our wonderful life together.
Meeting you was fate,
becoming your girlfriend was a choice,
but falling inlove with you I had no control over,
I love you not only for what you are,
but for what I am when I'm with you.
I love you not only for what you have made of yourself,
but for what you are making of me.
I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
By: ~Brandi Dybala~ *11/29/2010*
poem by Brandi Dybala
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Deeds And Relationships
Deeds that you perform have life
like living beings. Every action
is virtually the deed’s midwife
whose job is to prevent retraction
of something that may either lead
to benefit or punishment,
the punishment part of the deed,
like an investment, spent
long after it has been performed.
We reap from deeds what we have sown
not as a measure made for measure,
but because the deed has grown,
and finally provides displeasure
if the deed was wrong, and when
correct and virtuous can provide
a benefit like interest men
deserve––and God does not deride.
Relationships are forms of deeds––
we reap what’s sown in them, the joy
or pain that they provide not seeds
but capital that we enjoy.
For what is wrong in them we must
not judge, but must remember they
are built with tendencies to bust,
like people whom God built from clay.
Inspired by Klaus Koch’s explanation of retribution (“Is there a Doctrine of Retribution on the Old Testament? ” in James L. Crenshaw, ed. Theodicy in the Old Testament (Philadelphia: Fortress Press,1983) ,57–87, p.59, cited in Vince Endris, “Yahweh versus Baal: A Narrative-Critical Reading of the Gideon-Abimelech Narrative, ” JSOT 33(2008) : 173–95, p.187. Endris writes:
While modern views tend to believe that actions are judged (by Yahweh) either good or bad according to a previously established norm, in the Israelite understanding there was no ‘norm’ and actions were not judged. Rather, there was a built-in and inherent connection between an action and its consequences’. Yahweh’s role, then, is not as a judge who ‘deals out reward and punishment on the basis of an established norm, but rather somewhat like a “mid-wife who assists at birth” by facilitating the completion of something which previous human action had already set into action’.
1/21/09
poem by Gershon Hepner
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I oppose any attempt to grant homosexual unions the same legal privileges that civil government affords to traditional marriage and family life.