The path of least resistance makes all rivers, and some men, crooked.
quote by Napolean Hill
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Only You
(Johanna Pigott and Todd Hunter)
I've been through ups and downs
I haven't known which way to turn
And when I wander through this town
I only think of you
CHORUS
Only you, can take my bad heart and make it good
Only you, can take my crooked path and make it new
On the day that I was born
The cards were dealt, the dice were thrown
I think my destiny was drawn
REPEAT CHORUS
Only you, can take my bad heart and make it good
Only you, can take my crooked path and make it new
I built myself a prison cell
The walls are painted blue
Only you can let me out
Only you
Only you, can take my bad heart and make it good
Only you, can take my crooked path and make it new
CHORUS (Repeat to Fade)
song performed by by Keith Urban
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On A Path Of Least Resistance
I'm on a path of least resistance.
And its existence.
On a path of least resistance.
I'm on a path of least resistance,
And its existence.
On a path of least resistance.
Pain,
And its existence.
Felt,
And its existence.
Hurts,
In this existence...
And I need to get away.
Pain,
And its existence.
Felt,
And its existence.
Hurts,
In this existence...
And I need to get away.
I'm on a path of least resistance.
And its existence.
On a path of least resistance,
And I need to get away.
I'm on a path of least resistance.
And its existence.
On a path of least resistance,
And I need to get away.
Oh!
Pain,
And its existence.
Oh.
Felt,
And its existence.
Oh.
Hurts,
In this existence...
And I need to get away.
Oh pain,
And its existence.
Oh.
Felt,
And its existence.
Oh.
Hurts,
In this existence...
And I need to get away.
I'm on a path of least resistance.
And its existence.
On a path of least resistance,
And I need to get away.
Oh!
Pain,
And its existence.
Oh.
Felt,
And its existence.
Oh.
Hurts,
In this existence...
And I need to get away.
Pain and its existence,
From it...
I need to get away.
I'm on a path of least resistance.
And I need to get away.
I'm on a path of least resistance.
The least resistance.
On a path of least resistance.
And I need to get away.
Oh pain,
And its existence.
Oh.
Felt,
And its existence.
Oh.
Hurts,
In this existence...
And I need to get away.
Pain,
And its existence.
And I need to get away.
Pain in this existence.
Pain in this existence.
There is a pain in this existence.
And I need to get away.
I'm on a path of least resistance.
And its existence.
On a path of least resistance.
And I need to get away.
There's too much pain in this existence.
And I need to get away.
I'm on a path of least resistance.
And its existence.
On a path of least resistance.
And I need to get away.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pathways Of Life
i walk the
straight path and no
one noticed me,
the straight path
is the most ordinary one
you can have here
at first it was boring
when no one
notices you
so i tried the twisted
path
the one that is crooked
from bottom to
top
the old women scolded
me and the old men said
i am a
big disappointment
the men and women of my
generation
still did not mind
they are busy
taking their own paths
and these are the
paths
which are neither crooked
nor straight
sometimes we look at each
other
and we nod
without saying a word
we feel
that we perfectly understand
each other
all along
there are paths you know
which are neither wrong
nor right
they simply have to
be trodden
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Destroy Him
Destroy him while the path is designing your life,
It is a murderer’s stance, and the path is akimbo
Like a crooked path, and a crooked creature has come.
Destroy the man who shall be fortunate over all,
Who stamps on the feet, and hands are always fixed
On the little cross, the bigger crucifixion is about.
We are created for mere experience, and happiness
Has true worth in the sight of heaven, it continues.
We will die before the books are written,
And heaven is the abode of the rich, the famous and learned.
I can not destroy you if heaven is sacrificed.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Unreal Everything
I dont believe everything I see
God only knows I believe in science
Mr. einstein, help me please
Id like to know whats really real
Keeping up with the times when everyone looks the same
A synthetic paradise takes the kick out of cocaine
It I want I can have a new obsession every day
An escalating addiction and I know I can afford to pay
The first to be and last to know
Like a film or a book or a tv show
These things were seeing constantly
Pass through and out of you
It pours into the ground and makes rivers flow
It spills into the oceans, makes the feeling grow
Becomes a cloud and rains and rains
But it always leaves you needing more
Its strange the way it feels to live this way
Losing touch as all resistance slips away
Theres an eye that lets you see what you want to see
Reach out inside and you cold be what you want to be
It pours into the ground and makes rivers flow
It spills into the oceans, makes the feeling grow
Becomes a cloud and rains and rains
But it always leaves you needing more
Its unreal but its strange the way it feels the way to live this way
Losing sight, lousing touch as all resistance slips away
In your mind theres an eye that lets you see what you want to see
Then you could reach out inside and you could be what you want to be
Keeping up with the times when everybody looks the same
Synthetic paradise takes the kick out of cocaine
If I want I can have a new obsession every day
An escalating addiction and I know I can afford to pay
song performed by by Heaven 17
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“great Souls Live In Crooked Bodies”
Judge not, measure not,
The greatness of a soul;
By how one looks outside
By how one speaks or acts
By home where they reside
Instead observe how you react
Should you feel shame for them
or pity should arise,
It’s that your mind is closed,
Heart wearing a disguise
Crooked faces, crooked smiles
Fool those like you and me
Crooked limbs on crooked forms
Create ill will, poorly we then see
We must offer love to one another,
For that crooked man you scorn
As God would have it is your brother
Heaven-Sent and Earth-Born
poem by Ray Lucero
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The Path So Straight
The path that is ridden with filth
Needs to be replaced by structures
That sound and appear like treasure,
To be stored in the laps of the children.
A path needs to be straight,
Your direction is plain;
Plain words are muttered by passers-by,
Reiterating the destination without need.
A real path sways and returns crooked,
Laughing like an argument as it progresses;
The progress of a man’s life
Is like the journey on a straight path.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Crooked Smile (song)
With your deep brown eyes
and your crooked smile
you swept me away for
quite a while when you smiled
a crooked smile
Then you came and
asked for a chance
but all I said was
How bout a dance
and then you smiled
A crooked smile
(Chorus)
Now your gone
and I'm missing you
and my broken Heart
wont be in two
when you smile
a crooked smile
Years have passed
and tears have too
but all I know
is I love you
and your smile
your crooked smile
Yesterday when you
got off the plane
you ran to my side
cuz I stood at your gate
and then you smiled
a croooked smile
You pulled me close
and said hello
but I could see
you were being mellow
til you smiled
a crooked smile
(Chorus)
now your here
and I'm loving you
and my broken heart
won't be in two
when you smile
a crooked smile
Moments passed
and memories made
And I know there ain't a better day
then when you smile
a crooked smile
Oh when you smile
my heart goes wild
poem by Jasmine Thompson
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The path of least resistance is the path of the loser.
quote by H.G. Wells
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Crooked
Crooked.
There is nothing straight about it.
There is nothing in the eyes,
Or the face that projects...
An honesty that's been sewned,
For an expected harvest
That reaps up rot instead of respect.
Crooked.
Like snakes with coiled tails.
Thieves bewitched like these,
Should not be speaking to appease...
With such ease.
Crooked are the hoodwinkers' comments.
And what they have done...
Should land everyone of them in jail!
Tastefully displayed...
And yet crooked are the beasts that lead.
Living in shells and crawling to prevail,
Like escargot when 'cooked'...
Are nothing more than scavenger low life snails!
Feeding on and releasing junk,
Are the crooked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is because they took the easy way out, That rivers and people, go crooked.
quote by Jill Peterson
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Agression pleases woman
She resisted my desire;
I overcame her resistance.
She resisted my kissing;
I overcame her resistance.
She resisted my stripping;
I overcame her resistance.
Overcoming resistance
Is some sort of mild violence.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Resistance is thought transformed into feeling. Change the thought that creates the resistance, and there is no more resistance.
quote by Robert Conklin
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Something in all human beings makes them want to do the right thing. Not that this desire always prevails; oftentimes it is overcome and they turn towards evil. But some power is constantly calling them back. Ever there comes a resistance to wrongdoing. When bad conditions begun to accumulate, when the forces of darkness become prevalent, always they are ultimately doomed to fail, as the better angels of human nature are roused to resistance.
quote by Calvin Coolidge
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Belief like any other moving body follows the path of least resistance.
quote by Samuel Butler
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Numbness.....
we do not invent feelings
feelings make us, that is how helpless we can be sometimes
when we let that be
but somehow when we feel too pushed
to that edge
we rebel against our own feelings that have deceived us for years
and so we begin
sometimes to manipulate feelings
reinvent them and
from said creations we rearrange what we are
and what we can be
less the feelings we are looked up to as the most
realistic
successors of this earth
its deserving
inheritors
we have so many look-a-likes
rivers that flow without their minds on their direction
they just follow the path of least resistance
mountains that grow peaks without thinking
that heaven can be pierced
plains that spread without their hands and arms
occupying what we think is unnecessary
rocks and cliffs and sands and gravel
we are their gods now.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Till The Rivers Run Dry
You ask how long Ill love you
Its hard to explain but Ill try
Tell me how long has the sun been shining
Above us in the sky?
Till the last day of forever,
If I have it my way well stay together
Till the rivers run dry Ill be loving you.
Till the mountains have crumbled
Ill always be true
And if for some reason you say goodbye
Ask me how long I would cry
Till all the rivers run dry
This path that were walking
May be rough and rocky sometimes
But well believe in one another
Whatever we find
And when you need a hand to guide you
I will be there walking beside you
Till the rivers run dry
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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A person cutting the path doesn't know that it is crooked.
Resistance
Protests in new york
Listen to the call of the wild
Brother, sisters carrying signs
Breathe deep before its too late
The sky is falling burning your eyes
Down in new orleans
Rivers boiling, nothing living, nothing to eat
Thank the lord, daddys working 8-5
Paying the doctor, babys got cancer
Chorus
Give and take
Has all weve learned been wrong?
Look around at what weve been given
Maybe weve taken too long
Resistance-shouts the man on the right
Cant solve the problem overnight
Ristance-listen to the call of the wild
Burning coal
Got to keep the company warm as the rain keeps killing the trees
Cut em down quick
Pay the man his wage, hes making paper
To fuel the information age
Out in the midwest, hear the roar of the plough
Turning grassland into sand
Got to feed the people more everyday
But the wind keeps blowing the land away
Chorus
Resistance-liberal opposition crying violation
Stop the madness
Resistance-through the din, one voice we should hear
Resistance-listen to the call of the wild
Theres no easy solution
The price is high, and its time to pay
Turn of the century vision, focused on a better way
Chorus
song performed by by Queensryche
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What by a straight path cannot be reached by crooked ways is never won.
quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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