When I got to 40 or so... I had the sense when I looked back over my life I would actually see a mess of decisions, a few of which I had thought about, some of which I had sort of stumbled on, and many that I had no control over whatsoever.
quote by Kazuo Ishiguro
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Don't Mess With My Love
I thought you were a friend of mine but I was wrong
You tried to fit into the arms where I belong
You moved right in behind my back
Everyone knows friends don't do that
I thought you were somebody I could trust
You always said you were happy for us
How could you go and break my heart?
When you knew all along he was mine from the start
He is everything to me
And you know we're meant to be
He's my baby
Don't mess with my love
Take everything I own
Ooh just leave that boy alone
He's my baby
Don't mess with my
Mess with my love
Don't mess with my love
You came right over and looked in my eyes
You said the stories were rumors and lies
And I wish I could believe in you
But I'm sorry to say he told me the truth
He is everything to me
And you know we're meant to be
He's my baby
Don't mess with my love
Take everything I own
Ooh just leave that boy alone
He's my baby
Don't mess with my
Mess with my love
Don't mess with my love
[BRIDGE]
Friends don't do what you do
There's no excuse
I'm so confused
I thought you cared about me
But now I see
All you care about is you
He is everything to me
And you know we're meant to be
He's my baby
Don't mess with my love
Take everything I own
Ooh just leave that boy alone
He's my baby
Don't mess with my
Mess with my love
Don't mess with my love
song performed by by M2M from Shades Of Purple
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I just turned 30 so I got really introspective as you do, questioning my life. And when I stopped and sort of looked back at the past decade, I realized I had done more work than I thought I had done.
quote by Sheryl Lee
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I've Done My Job
'How did we arrive,
To get 'ourselves' into this situation? '
I thought you knew.
You were the one to convince me,
To follow you and not the others.
'This is true.
Now what do 'we' do?
It would make no sense,
To accuse or blame each other.
With no choices left,
To accept, reject or defend 'our' decisions.'
'Our' decisions?
Hey...
You convinced me to follow 'you'!
I've done my job.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You've Got Everything Now
As merry as the days were long
"i am right and you are wrong"
Back at the old grey school
I would win and you would lose
But you've got everything now
You've got everything now
And what a terrible mess i've made of my life
Oh, what a mess i've made of my life
No, i've never had a job
Because i've never wanted one
I've seen you smile
But i've never heard you laugh
So who is rich and who is poor ?
I cannot say ... oh
Oh, you are your mother's only son
And you're a desperate one
Oh ...
But i don't want a lover
I just want to be seen ... oh ... in the back of your car
A friendship sadly lost ?
Well this is true ... and yet, it's false
Oh ...
But did i ever tell you, by the way ?
I never did like your face
Oh ...
But you've got everything now
You've got everything now
And what a terrible mess i've made of my life
Oh, what a mess i've made of my life
No, i've never had a job
Because i'm too shy
I've seen you smile
But i've never really heard you laugh
So who is rich and who is poor ?
I cannot say ... oh
Oh ...
You are your mother's only son
And you're a desperate one
Oh ...
But i don't want a lover
I just want to be tied ... oh ... to the back of your car
To the back of your car
To the back of your car
To the back of your car
The back of your car
The back of your car
Oh ... the back of your car
song performed by by Smiths
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Don't get yourself in certain circumstances or instances, because it's not a good feeling to be sitting in that chair where you've got 12 people that are in control of your life. You have an opportunity to be in control of your life for yourself by the decisions that you make.
quote by Puff Daddy
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Two Gunslingers
Two gunslingers, walked out in the street
And one said I dont wanna fight no more
And the other gunslinger thought about it
And he said, yeah what are we fighting for?
Im t akin control of my life,
Im takin control of my life
Im takin control of my life now,
Right now, oh yeah
Well the crowd that assembled
For the gun fight were let down
Everyone hissed and booed
And a stranger told h is mrs.
Thats the last one of these gunfights
Youre ever gonna drag me to
Im takin control of my life,
Im takin control of my life
Im takin control of my life now,
Right now, oh yeah
Well the two gunslinge rs
Went ridin out of town and
Were never heard from no more
And there aint been a gun fight
For a long time, maybe never
But nobody knows for sure
Im takin control of my life,
Im takin control of my life
Im t akin control of my life now,
Right now, oh yeah
song performed by by Tom Petty
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The Mess
You sailed away one night in june
I heard you say you would be back soon
But since that day its been on long loon
Oh - sweet darling the mess Im in
I spoke to jimmy with the big tattoo
Said had he seen any sign of you
He looked at me and then laughed at you
See just wait a minute, oh darling what a mess Im in
When I want ya do I get ya
All I needed your number,
Will you give me your number
Oh sweet darling
Oh sweet darling
Oh - sweet darling what a mess Im in
What a mess Im in, since you left me
What a mess Im in, oh yeah
Oh oh - oh oh wo - wo
Oh oh - oh wo,wo wo
When youre near me
Can you hear me
I cant see ya
I can feel ya
When youre near me
Can ya hear me
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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0357 On not thinking about people you thought you loved
I’d been reading some poems with
– for the first time in my life that I remember –
‘a lump in my throat’; and a pricking in my eyes,
and a sense of the awesome power of that poet
and of poetry itself; and self-criticism
mixed up with envy, wishing I had
that sort of poetic power myself;
and it seemed to call for some sort of
formal acknowledgement of this,
some ritual of gratitude – not necessarily
the darkened room, the candle swaying gently,
the kneeling – but something inner that
was beyond selfishness, some worthy
sacrifice, surrender.
Perhaps, I thought, the thought
of that would have to suffice.
Then quite out of the blue – or so it seemed, but maybe not –
came this painful thought:
that never for a single moment – a single moment! –
in my life, had I ever given thought
to what my mother was like, living her life
before I was born
and I was overcome, stunned, appalled,
at the hugeness of my selfishness,
the smallness of my self-centred world
that I, who pride myself on my imagination,
lacked the imagination even to think of those I love and loved
as existing without me in the picture…
of course, there are photographs –
studio portraits, snaps,
solemn-faced groups with hockey sticks;
the pride of motherhood;
and yet I’d looked at all those without
really thinking of her being her;
but, where to start? The young girl
as her life slowly formed around her?
the teenage dreams; the hopes of marriage;
of giving a loving husband
the greatest living present she could give, and then
the two miscarriages before I arrived
to strut about my centre-stage?
It didn’t work.
and so I’m left with the stark, bare fact
to ponder at my leisure:
I never for a moment thought
of my mother existing as herself
without my being there.
And I thought I loved her, totally. So much
for love’s imagination.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Cruise Control
Like a boat
inspite of warnings
wandering in sea
in choppy waters
Life
offering
rollercoaster ride
negotiating
high and low waves
of expectations, aspirations,
omissions and commissions
trying to steer clear of
miseries and illusions
bogged down by
wavering & dithering decisions
sailing to set destination
yet drifting to unknown
then
anchoring to gauge
and wriggling out of
self created mess
by self control
and meditation
directing the ship
to desired destination.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Statecontrol
I've been around the world I take credit for the things I've done.
I've done a lot of things and I just turned 21.
They tied me up put red tape around my hands.
I got caught in the web cause I didn't stand a chance.
I can't control the state I'm in - Go back in line and repeat it again.
I said "Please Mr. Doctor" won't you cure my disease.
I got a sore throat and I got scrubs on my knees.
No matter what I do I can't get it straight.
I tried to sort things out but I'm still stuck in the state.
I can't control the state I'm in - Go back in line and repeat it again.
Can't control the state I'm in - Go back in line repeat again.
I'm gonna lie
song performed by by The Hives from Veni Vidi Vicious
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Hey, Mr. Dj, I Thought You Said We Had A Deal
I could never sleep my way to the top
'cause my alarm clock always wakes me right up
And since my options had been whittled away
I struck a bargain with my radio dj
I said i'd like this song to be number one
He said "i'd really really like to help you my son"
And then i knew that i would have him to thank
Because he asked me how much i had in the bank
He said to think long term investment and
That all the others had forgiven themselves
He said the net reward would justify
The colossal mess they'd made of their lives
He said the record wouldn't have to be hot
And no one ever seemed to care if it's not
It would depend on something else that i've got
And that the other ones who'd given it a shot
Had seen a modest sum grow geometrically
And then they had forgiven themselves
Because the net reward had justified
The colossal mess they'd made of their lives*
Hey mr. dj, i thought you said we had a deal
I thought you said, "you scratch my back and i'll scratch your record"
And i thought you said we had a deal
Well, i told you about the world (its address)
I wonder when they're gonna clean up the mess
You know the rabid child is still tuning in
Chess piece face's patience must be wearing thin
Because they haven't played this song on the air
Not that anyone but me even cared
And the disk jockey has moved out of town
The district courthouse says he's nowhere to be found
He said to think long term investment and
That all the others had forgiven themselves
He said the net reward would justify
The colossal mess they'd made of their lives
Hey mr. dj, i thought you said we had a deal
I thought you said, "you scratch my back and i'll scratch your record"
And i thought you said we had a deal
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The fight
Even you think that life
Apparently has no sense
Each life has a sense
Do you need to know
What am I doing with my life?
I pray, my love,
For the coming moments
Of truth.
Do not destroy your hopes and dreams
Don't let your memories
To become shadows
In hindsight.
And don't ever lose yourself
When you look back
On your life.
And let the Light to
Undertake some sort
Of war-ending mission
About life.
And don't forget
That to live means to suffer
Because the human nature
Is not perfect
And neither is the world
We need the comprehensiveness
Of our destiny
And its fatality
You must continue
To fight in the spirit
Until the end
And do not forget that I love you
And you absolutely have to be alive.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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I Slipped, I Stumbled, I Fell
(words & music by wise - weisman)
I look at you and wham, Im head over heels
I guess that love is a banana peel
I feel so bad and yet Im feeling so well
I slipped, I stumbled, I fell
One crazy kiss and bam, I head for the skies
I guess that love is like a cake of ice
You skate along but then you can never tell
I slipped, I stumbled, I fell
I never thought Id get tricked
By you sweet talking lies
Youve got a bag of tricks
And when you get busy
I got dazzled and dizzy
I fell like a ton of bricks
My knees are weak, my head is spinning around
I guess that love has turned me upside down
Thought Id get hurt, but gee, its turning out well
I slipped, I stumbled, I fell
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Decisions
In our lives, we make
an enormous amount of decisions.
Some are wise,
while others are not.
Some are thought out,
while others are on
the spur of the moment.
It is these decisions
that normally cause us
the most pain
because we examine them
time and again.
Did we make the right one,
or would it have been better
not to make one at all.
As some decisions cannot be reversed
after, they have been made.
19 March 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Mad Gardener's Song
He thought he saw an Elephant,
That practised on a fife:
He looked again, and found it was
A letter from his wife.
'At length I realise,' he said,
The bitterness of Life!'
He thought he saw a Buffalo
Upon the chimney-piece:
He looked again, and found it was
His Sister's Husband's Niece.
'Unless you leave this house,' he said,
'I'll send for the Police!'
He thought he saw a Rattlesnake
That questioned him in Greek:
He looked again, and found it was
The Middle of Next Week.
'The one thing I regret,' he said,
'Is that it cannot speak!'
He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk
Descending from the bus:
He looked again, and found it was
A Hippopotamus.
'If this should stay to dine,' he said,
'There won't be much for us!'
He thought he saw a Kangaroo
That worked a coffee-mill:
He looked again, and found it was
A Vegetable-Pill.
'Were I to swallow this,' he said,
'I should be very ill!'
He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four
That stood beside his bed:
He looked again, and found it was
A Bear without a Head.
'Poor thing,' he said, 'poor silly thing!
It's waiting to be fed!'
He thought he saw an Albatross
That fluttered round the lamp:
He looked again, and found it was
A Penny-Postage Stamp.
'You'd best be getting home,' he said:
'The nights are very damp!'
He thought he saw a Garden-Door
That opened with a key:
He looked again, and found it was
A Double Rule of Three:
'And all its mystery,' he said,
'Is clear as day to me!'
He thought he saw a Argument
That proved he was the Pope:
He looked again, and found it was
A Bar of Mottled Soap.
'A fact so dread,' he faintly said,
'Extinguishes all hope!'
poem by Lewis Carroll
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Decisions
Decisions, decisions
Options and choices
That signify our freedom
But make life more difficult
All the same
But what would life be without
Decisions?
Would it be a meangless
Tangle of days after days?
A predetermined boring
Routine?
They make make life hard
But they can make it
So much better
Choices will come and go
But the decisions
Stay the same
poem by Autumn Winds
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I'm Not Brave Or Known For Courage
I'm not brave or known for courage I am allergic to fear
Of the violent and aggressive I am happy to stay clear
And far too many violent people in the World of today
Who don't respect the rights of others that does seem quite sad to say.
The living life form that I fear most happens to be my fellow man
Of those known to be violent I avoid them if I can
Even on their best behaviour bullies they have darkness of the soul
And one must say they are quite dangerous when they are out of control.
I'm not brave or known for courage just your average ageing bloke
And I like being with laid back people those who like to tell a joke
These to me are feel good people they are nice to get to know
Acquaintances with their sort into friendships do grow.
One known for to be violent could never be my friend
I see their type as control freaks of that I won't pretend
I like the easy going sort power over others they don't need
Not hard to get along with and quite likeable indeed.
poem by Francis Duggan
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That's why I made decisions; they were tough decisions but we shouldn't feel bad at all - don't look back with any regrets, that's how I made decisions as governor.
quote by Scott McCallum
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What He Gave to Us
I wanted to do something different today
I didn’t know what to do, or even what to say.
I had a feeling deep inside- that made me
Want to scream “ I’m alive”.
I looked around at all the beauties of the earth
And thought about all my worth.
That I was born with all five senses
That the lord had given to me.
The sense to Touch a delicate flower
The sense to Hear a bewitching hour
The sense to Smell what s in the air.
The sense to Taste the juices of a pear
The sense to See the beauty of a pearl
There is another sense that they don’t say
Such as Feelings- of love, to wipe tears away
Feelings cover all aspects of life
It can make things wrong or things right.
Feelings of passion and despair
Of compassion from one who cares
Bitterness, anger, hate and sorrow
Even those make life worth while.
There is so much that we must be grateful for
For GOD has opened all the doors.
He knew that we needed all these things
To make our lives complete.
But there was still something missing
What good was all these senses
If we didn’t have the main sense.
The sense to think and rationalize
All that he had given
That was the thing that would really
Make life worth living.
(08/10/11)
poem by Louis Rams
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Forgiven
I found a little beetle; so that Beetle was his name,
And I called him Alexander and he answered just the same.
I put him in a match-box, and I kept him all the day ...
And Nanny let my beetle out -
Yes, Nanny let my beetle out -
She went and let my beetle out -
And Beetle ran away.
She said she didn't mean it, and I never said she did,
She said she wanted matches and she just took off the lid,
She said that she was sorry, but it's difficult to catch
An excited sort of beetle you've mistaken for a match.
She said that she was sorry, and I really mustn't mind,
As there's lots and lots of beetles which she's certain we could find,
If we looked about the garden for the holes where beetles hid -
And we'd get another match-box and write BEETLE on the lid.
We went to all the places which a beetle might be near,
And we made the sort of noises which a beetle likes to hear,
And I saw a kind of something, and I gave a sort of shout:
'A beetle-house and Alexander Beetle coming out!'
It was Alexander Beetle I'm as certain as can be,
And he had a sort of look as if he thought it must be Me,
And he had a sort of look as if he thought he ought to say:
'I'm very very sorry that I tried to run away.'
And Nanny's very sorry too for you-know-what-she-did,
And she's writing ALEXANDER very blackly on the lid,
So Nan and Me are friends, because it's difficult to catch
An excited Alexander you've mistaken for a match.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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