That's what we're striving for, making us a contender in every race.
quote by Dale Earnhardt
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Striving
Striving is life, yet life is striving;
I fight to live, yet live to fight;
The vital urge is in my driving,
Yet I must drive with all my might:
Each day a battle, and the fray
Stoutly renewed the coming day.
A am myself - yet when I strive
I build a self that's truer, higher;
I keep my bit of God alive
And forgive me in heroic fire:
What if my goal I never gain -
Better to toil than to attain.
It is not what I do or make,
It is the travail of my trying;
The aim, the effort and the ache
Is in the end my glorifying:
Through triumph I may never see,
The will to win is victory.
Striving is strength: with all that's in me
I will not falter in the fray;
And though no shining crown it win me,
I'll fight unto my latest day:
Strive on! - and though I win no place,
Uphold the spirit of the race.
Behold yon peaks that mock my climbing. . . .
I peer from out the dusty plain;
Dark falls, the mission bells are chiming
As on to starry heights I strain;
Despite the night up, up I plod
To gain the golden meads of God.
poem by Robert William Service
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Race Of Veterans
RACE of veterans! Race of victors!
Race of the soil, ready for conflict! race of the conquering march!
(No more credulity's race, abiding-temper'd race;)
Race henceforth owning no law but the law of itself;
Race of passion and the storm.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Striving for excellence motivates you; striving for perfection is demoralizing.
quote by Harriet Braiker
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In a controversy the instant we feel anger we have already ceased striving for the truth, and have begun striving for ourselves.
Man's striving for order, of which art is but one manifestation, derives from a similar universal tendency throughout the organic world; it is also paralleled by, and perhaps derived from, the striving towards the state of simplest structure in physical systems.
quote by Rudolf Arnheim
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I could have had class. I could have been a contender.
quote by Budd Schulberg
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You don't understand. I could have had class. I could have been a contender.
quote by Budd Schulberg
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Slave To The Wage
Run away from all your boredom
Run away from all your whoredom and wave
Your worries and cares
Goodbye
All it takes is one decision
A lot of guts, a little vision to wave
Your worries and cares
Goodbye
Its a maze for rats to try
Its a maze for rats to try
Its a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Its a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Sick and tired of maggies farm
Shes a bitch with broken arms to wave
Your worries and cares
Goodbye
Its a maze for rats to try
Its a maze for rats to try
Its a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Its a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Its a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Its a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Burn away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
song performed by by Placebo
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We need just two players to be a contender. Just Babe Ruth and Sandy Koufax.
quote by Whitey Herzog
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Life
Life is not a bed of roses
Life is full of ups and downs
Life, they say, is what you make it
Or, maybe, how you make it
But it seems to me rather curious
Why a greater group of God's creations
Would choose to make their lives
Bumpy, lumpy and clumpy
Instead of bouncy and bubbly
Some clearly act carelessly
Do things remarkably recklessly
Never learning from their bloopers
Always blooming in their bloomers
Making for themselves
Lives lined with lack
Presences padded with pointless poverty
Life is palpably how they play it
But what about those humans
Who loyally lead their lives
Striving to do the right things
Actually doing them perfectly
Yet try, very hard, as they could
Find themselves, struggling
To get disentangled
From life's strangling
Is life how they made it?
Is life as they like it?
Questions begging for answers
But it seems that poet is right
He wrote: some men are born great
Others achieve greatness
While others have greatness thrust upon them
Life is thus not only how you make it
But also how you are helped to make it
The funding firstly from the Father
Then furthermore from the world
Parents, family, friends or others
Whatever the source of the support
Proper purpose is primary
To reaping the required reward
And enhancing your life
But one thing seems crystal clear
No matter what one does
Born with silver spoon in mouth
Or born unto a mound
Life is seldom a smooth situation
It is a war of many worries
It is a race on a tedious track
With Life's rumples really revealed
When a person travels that trail
Life is not our type of race
What counts with life's race
Is the resolve with which you race
And whether you complete the chase
Finishing gallantly is winning
This qualifies you for an accolade
As many as finish the course
Are thus worthy winners
In life's challenging race
Complete the course with zest
And cross the line with zeal
That is what certainly counts.
It will make you to be counted
poem by Emmanuel Oduro
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Of Accomplishing Something, Anything To Leave
I have not been taught by anyone,
To live a life prioritized in the acquiring of things...
Without striving to succeed in making an achievement.
And...
It did not require fanfare no matter what was done.
But to believe I was in the process,
Of accomplishing something, anything to leave...
Would eventually make a difference.
If not for me...
At least for someone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Programming today is a race between software engineers striving to build bigger and better idiot-proof programs, and the Universe trying to produce bigger and better idiots. So far, the Universe is winning.
Man's making, , , !
Flowers are
Making
Beauty...
Trees are
Making
Wonder...
Rain are
making
River...
Sun are
Making
Day...
Moon are
Making
Night...
Man are
Making
Many thing's supper
Something's is
Tenson...
Woory...
Hurry. ..
With out love of heart...! ?
Day for day
Man's making...! ?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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White star! !
White star making another round
Evening sun dawn blooming its sunshine
Making the world web online
Tuning ducet face freakin out
Meanwhile grabbing heartbeat
Burning fire in side
Fire of deep desires taking out
Just with one of his hunting eye
Cribbling scribbling da words
Making a downtown east side
Givng sweet gestures to his way
Making world round round
Grab da heartbeat honney
White star making anodr round
poem by Somia Race
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Breakin Bells
(lyrics that are in parenthenses are uncertain)
(if you can correct these parts, please email me!)
When it comes to smokin lyrics (then this rappers on track? )
(production ? ? ? between my brain I will wreck? )
No matter what the job Im asked Ill always do it well
My skill my perpetual Ill only excel
(to a power Ill remain? ) superior to all
Ill handle any task no matter big or small
For my rapping capability, Im never underrated
When it comes to smokin lyrics, Im always nominated.
Im the number one contender in the hip-hop race
(all the penalties Im falling from for? ) now u must face
The ultimate challenger, of course thats me
Super rapper t-la rock, Im the (greatest? ) mc
With my voice so stimulating, feels so seductive
One cant help but find themselves reluctant
To attend the performance of another vocalist
(and so it will follow to rap like this? )
song performed by by Prodigy
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The Race Already Won
Today the race, which we run, by The Lord, was already won,
As we run following His lead, He shall supply all of our need,
In this race, that we call life, following our Lord, Jesus Christ,
The race was won for all of us, that by our Lord, Christ Jesus.
Though that race has been won, sometimes it is far from fun,
With hurt and pain on the way, but, in that race we must stay,
With each path determined by, The Lord, Who reigns on high,
In accordance with God’s Plan, ordered for every saved man.
Now being led along by Grace, every bend, we now can face,
With total trust in The Son, Who, began the race for everyone,
And we must simply fix our eyes, on Christ, the ultimate prize,
For it’s God’s Son, Jesus Christ, Who is the Author of our life.
The very One who gives salvation, is the Author of destination,
Going ahead of all steps we take, no followers He will forsake,
He abides with us the whole race, to provide all needed Grace,
As those rugged pathways appear, to continue on without fear.
On every turn and bend in the road, Christ helps carry the load,
Making a heavy burden seem light, as we run through the night,
And after this life’s final bend, we shall finish in Eternity, friend.
As we finally see our Lord’s face, at the finish of this life’s race.
(Copyright ©01/2011)
Anchor in my life! !
Anchor in my life
Sink in my soul
Flow with my rythm
Feel me the sunshine V beautiful
this lonliness is so gud
Making me crazy
Striving for another struggle of life
Twistd in crise
kool n hot
Went to hell
Things were mine
World was mine
Taken a nap to night fall
Anchor in my life
Sink in my soul
Flow with my rythm
Anchor in my life
Sink in my soul
Flow with my rythm
Feel me the sunshine V beautiful
poem by Somia Race
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B my Inspiration!
Be My inspiration
Capture my soul
Fly planes wid me
Turn to another world
Where just U n Me
Under the skin
Inside my heart
Diving in sea
Surfing a collaboration
Electrifying love
Lovng u one more time
Voices making me sick
Pics shattering me One more time
Let the valve get open
Wasting precious time
Coming towards u
Making myslf blind
theres one thing matters to all
SweeT whispher of sweetheart
Laughing voices making me cry
Shadows making me divine
G hour anodr eye vision
Making me write one more rythm
Kill the bill
See the hill bill
Be my inspiration
Capture my soul
poem by Somia Race
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Finally Made It
It's not all about the money
(It's not all about the money).
Cause I love what I'm doing for the people.
(I really love doing my job, I really do).
Don't know where I would be if this didn't happened.
(You know...)
But I finally made it...
(A lot of us don't graduate from high school. A lot us don't get a chance at being a superstar. A lot us don't get a chance
to fulfill our dreams and I'm thinking like God! If I wasn't doing this what would I be doing? Probably like braiding hair.
Working at a super market. You know? Just hustling two jobs you know what I mean? At least trying to live.)
La, la, la, la
(I lost so much you know? I lost so, so much over the years cause like it's amazing how when you decide that you wanna do
the right thing. When I say I "Finally Made It" I don't mean like successfully, or wit money, I mean like...
I'm spiritually successful right now. You know like trying...)
Never give up, never give up, never, never give up, never give up...
(I'm on my way to like... A place were I know... I never dreamed were I would be and thats perfection... I'm striving for
that... I don't think no one can ever be perfect, I'm striving again, striving against all things... So what I'm saying to
all my fans is... If I can do it... I know ya'll can do it too...)
song performed by by Mary J Blige
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Aien Aristeuein (Motto of St. Andrews University)
Ever to be the best. To lead
In whatsoever things are true;
Not stand among the halting crew
The faint of heart, the feeble-kneed,
Who tarry for a certain sign
To make them follow with the rest --
Oh, let not their reproach be thine!
But ever be the best.
For want of this aspiring soul,
Great deeds on earth remain undone,
But, sharpened by the sight of one,
Many shall press toward the goal,
Thou running foremost of the throng,
The fire of striving in thy breast,
Shalt win, although the race be long,
And ever be the best.
And wilt thou question of the prize?
'Tis not of silver or of gold,
Nor in applauses manifold,
But hidden in the heart it lies.
To know that but for thee not one
Had run the race or sought the quest,
To know that thou hast ever done
And ever been the best.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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