The person that loses their conscience has nothing left worth keeping.
quote by Izaak Walton
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He who loses wealth loses much; he who loses a friend loses more; but he that loses his courage loses all.
quote by Miguel de Cervantes
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Be not a lover
Neither a lover nor a beloved be,
For love oft loses both itself and person.
Intimacy dulls the edge of passion.
Flirt with a light heart, keeping a distance.
14.10.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Person's Worth Is Invaluable
A person's worth,
Isn't in their ability...
To obtain worldly possessions.
Or in the quality of them.
Can that person nourish others,
With encouragement?
Can that person be a true friend...
When the time for being one,
Shows what kind of skin...
That person 'is'
And exposes from within.
Being able to spend cash,
And make a quick dash on trips...
Or do a name dropping of notables,
Doesn't mean a thing...
If a person is negligent,
To extend heartfelt feelings...
Not too many can express or mention.
A person's worth is invaluable,
When a genuineness appears...
To surface time and again.
And that is proven to be dependable,
Without a doubt or a need to question.
Can that person nourish others,
With encouragement that does not end?
A person's worth will unearth,
Who and what comes first...
Regardless of those impressions made,
Someday that will fade...
Long after established ties with others,
Have remained to stay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Conscience
Conscience is instinct bred in the house,
Feeling and Thinking propagate the sin
By an unnatural breeding in and in.
I say, Turn it out doors,
Into the moors.
I love a life whose plot is simple,
And does not thicken with every pimple,
A soul so sound no sickly conscience binds it,
That makes the universe no worse than 't finds it.
I love an earnest soul,
Whose mighty joy and sorrow
Are not drowned in a bowl,
And brought to life to-morrow;
That lives one tragedy,
And not seventy;
A conscience worth keeping;
Laughing not weeping;
A conscience wise and steady,
And forever ready;
Not changing with events,
Dealing in compliments;
A conscience exercised about
Large things, where one may doubt.
I love a soul not all of wood,
Predestinated to be good,
But true to the backbone
Unto itself alone,
And false to none;
Born to its own affairs,
Its own joys and own cares;
By whom the work which God begun
Is finished, and not undone;
Taken up where he left off,
Whether to worship or to scoff;
If not good, why then evil,
If not good god, good devil.
Goodness! you hypocrite, come out of that,
Live your life, do your work, then take your hat.
I have no patience towards
Such conscientious cowards.
Give me simple laboring folk,
Who love their work,
Whose virtue is song
To cheer God along.
poem by Henry David Thoreau
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Not Worth It
Just looking back,
thinking of us,
of it all,
and the fuss.
Was it really,
worth it all,
Worth the pain,
worth the fall?
No one is worth,
what I went through,
the Hell I felt,
and the heartbreak too.
I thought I was right,
but of course I was wrong,
so let me hear it,
the same sad song.
Was there a real reason,
for not letting you go,
but just keeping with it,
never saying 'no'?
poem by Katherine Bryce
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Your Boom, My Bust
So the he said
'Tell me capitalist
what is profit? '
He said
profit is what I earn
when I sell something for more than it is worth,
it is a reward for my effort.'
Ah, I said, if everyone did that
then the price of an object would
keep going up forever
since each person in the chain
would want their profft
and finally, the price would be so high
nobody could afford to buy
what the capitalist had to sell
and then we would all be in poverty
the last capitalist
would be the only one left with money
enough to buy up our properties
since the price would have dropped
because nobody could afford to pay
and in the end
the richest capitalist
would be the only one standing
and would own everything
while everyone else would have to sell everything to him
because all of the rest of us would be too poor
to pay the high prices its costs to live.
Sell something for more than it is really worth
on the grounds that a profit must be made
leads to disasters, and boom and bust.
Hello Wall Street.
And by the way
if everyone loses everything
who had the money to buy
it all up?
Hello Wall Street.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Who loses his honor loses a lot, who loses his faith, loses everything.
Hes All Over Me
Chorus:
Hes all over me
And hes keeping me alive
Hes all over me
And hes keeping me alive
Hes all over me
And hes keeping me alive
I know he is keeping me alive
Hes keeping me aliveverse 1
Hes in my hands, hes in my feet
I can hardly keep my seat
Hes in my sprit, in my soul
I will never grow old
Hes in my heart, hes in my mind
Im glad that hes mine
Hes all over me, and hes keeping me alive
I know he is keeping me alive
Hes keeping me alive
Verse 2
Like the hebrew boys, thrown in the fiery furnace
Everybody thought it was over for them
But the lord brought them out on time
Hes the firm foundation
The God of all creation
Theres nothing that he wont do for you
If you trust him hell see you through
Chorus
Repeat verse 2
Chorus
Repeat verse 1
Hes on my right, hes on my left
Hes in my front and back
Hes over me and hes even by my side
Chorus
song performed by by Whitney Houston
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A friend is one to whom one can pour out all the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that the gentlest of hands will take and sift it, keeping what is worth keeping, and, with the breath of kindness, blow the rest away.
Life Is Not Measured By Its Length
i know you know that life is not measured by its length
or its width
lest it simply becomes a piece of
cube
a matter of furniture
or even a block of wood
lest it becomes so ordinary
with a depth that you can measure
so easily
in truth life has nothing to do with numbers
first, second,
one, two and three and there you claim that you have life
life is quality my dear
it is giving your best shot
giving up
life for a reason for a cause for those you value most
for those you love
and then when all the reasons are lost
when all your loved ones left you
when there is nothing greater
to believe
when nothing is worth living anymore
i will ask you: where can life be?
there is none anymore
it has become a piece of junk
worth throwing
in your garbage can
or keeping it in dusty garage or the mezzanine
always hoping that someday
it may still be worth the stay
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My losses,
My loses,
My loses was with a call,
My losses was with a message,
My loses was with a man,
My loses came from them,
I made my loss that I was losing it,
Grab I to take away,
Losses that are so Dynamic,
My loss,
This is the loss that upon this soul,
My loses that I made it,
Loss it,
Iam losing that I may win,
Losing is the tight game,
Lose that is upon this soul,
Lose that I need to gain in profit,
Losers will fail,
Lose that I may win,
This is the calling of the lose,
That I may benefit,
Let me lose that I may win.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Wth>You
Come on
I woke up in a dream today
To the cold of the static
And put my cold feet on the floor
Forgot all about yesterday
Remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore
A little taste of hypocrisy
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake
Slow to react
Even though you're so close to me
You're still so distant, and I can't bring you back
It's true, the way I feel
Was promised by your face
The sound of your voice
Painted on my memories
Even if you're not with me
I'm with you
You, now I see, keeping everything inside
With you
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes
With you
You, now I see, keeping everything inside
With you
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes
With you
I hit you and you hit me back
And we fall to the floor
The rest of the day stands still
Fine line between this and that
But when things go wrong, I pretend the past isn't real
Now I'm trapped in this memory
And I'm left in the wake of the mistake
Slow to react
Even though you're close to me
You're still so distant, and I can't bring you back
It's true, the way I feel
Was promised by your face
The sound of your voice
Painted on my memories
Even if you're not with me
I'm with you
You, now I see, keeping everything inside
With you
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes
With you
You, now I see, keeping everything inside
With you
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes
No
I wont let you control my fate while Im holding the weight of the world on my conscience
No
I wont just sit here and wait while you weighin your options
Youre makin a fool of me
No
You didnt dare to try and say you dont care
And solemnly swear not to follow me there
No
It ain't like me to beg on my knees
Or, please oh baby please
Thats not how Im doin things
No
No Im not upset, no Im not angry
I know love is love and love sometimes, it doesnt pay me
No
I'm never without you, Ill always be with you
You'll never forget me, Im keeping you with me
No
I wont let you take me to the end of my rope
Or keep burning and torching my soul
No
No Im not your puppet
And no, no, no, I wont let you go
No, no matter how far we've come
I can't wait to see tomorrow
No matter how far we've come
I, I can't wait to see tomorrow
With you
You, now I see, keeping everything inside
With you
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes
With you
You, now I see, keeping everything inside
With you
You, now I see, even when I close my eyes
song performed by by Linkin Park
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The day a person becomes a cynic is the day he loses his youth.
quote by Marvin D. Levy
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In the ruins of your game
Im stuck in the ruins of your game.
I remember everthing clear as day.
You told me it would be a fun game.
Fun for you mabey.
It was sheer hell for me.
In the ruins of what you did.
I'm left in an everlasting pain.
It was left within the wake of what you did.
Im left within ruins.
Im in a shell of my self.
Im angry really bloody angry.
It all knaws away at me.
Eating its way through me.
Am I a bad person?
Was it my fault?
Is the unaswered questions.
In the ruins of what happened to me.
In the ruins of what you did.
Its left me me fucked up in the head.
Im a really fucked up person now.
It all in ruins.
Im a mess.
Im a bad person.
You left me in the ruins of your abuse.
Left me to pick up the peices.
You just luaghed at me all the time.
Amy Kerswell
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Remember This Lack of Conscience - 'For Maya Angelou'.
When time goes past and dithers not
One sees the blame that gathers moss
To feel akin with woe as one
I'll forgive myself and you to soldier on
Remember this lack of conscience when we meet
I was violated, raped and beaten within to provide a treat
Remember this lack of conscience when I get out
To see through with vision all I espy
Remember this lack of conscience which will know no bounds
To hideously transform love profound
Remember this lack of conscience when I am free
You will lose and you know me
Remember this lack conscience less you forget
That freedom is precious and not a threat
Remember this lack of conscience when the bars are bent
I will slip out into the depths of crass to vent
Remember this lack of conscience to come
The Devil has a new spawn and drum
Remember this lack of conscience gathering
To prove nothing but give a battering
Remember this lack of conscience wild
It has no remorse just like a child
Remember this lack of conscience like the Hawk
Which draws blood, looks on and gawks
Remember this lack of conscience with the Demon within
It's a Golem to clear the the Evil and get even
Remember this lack of conscience when you renege
The death of love can be ones grave
Remember this lack of conscience and tremor not
No fruit you bear or shall ever to care
Remember this lack of conscience that prevails
The trial is over and you have failed
Remember this lack of conscience and grow
To a woman that a man can know
Remember this lack of conscience that forgave
and now with Love sends you away
For Maya Angelou - ' Remember This Lack of Conscience'.
poem by Azriel Dreams
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My Cross
I guess it doesn't matter.
You don't trust me anymore.
You think that I will never change.
You're always keeping score.
You live in what I said and did.
And you will not forget.
Regardless of what I say or do.
To you I am a threat.
I think you really fear me.
Because of who I'd been.
And even though I've changed now.
To you they are unseen.
I show you then you tell me,
It's all simply an act.
This kills my heart and hurts my soul.
Yet I still remain intact.
I try and try and try again.
But still to no avail.
You act like I'm a loveless beast.
You let hatred prevail.
I feel as if the war is lost.
And love will not endure.
I believe you think love is a disease.
And hatred is the cure.
I know you're a great person.
I hate to see you hurt.
I keep returning my heart to you.
Yet you treat me just like dirt.
I don't think I can ever stop.
Regardless of the pain.
To keep on giving you my love.
Even though my heart is sprained.
So you can keep on stabbing,
My heart that's on my sleeve.
I will hold it still for you.
Because I do believe.
To love someone, when they don't love back,
Is worth it's weight in gold.
Love is like a treasure,
That can't be bought or sold.
It's what the bible tells us.
That love is filled with pain.
But it is truly worth it.
It gives us everything to gain.
Now I will hang upon my cross,
To prove my love is true.
And show you my love is pure and real,
I do all of this for you.
So you don't have to believe me,
You can think it's all pretend.
But I know the pain is worth it,
It's worth it in the end.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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For The Keeping
You can have my heart
It's yours for the keeping
You broke my heart once before
But I'll give it to you again
So you can fix and patch it up
You can have my heart
It's your for the keeping
I was always in love with you
And I think you knew that
You are mine and I am yours
You can have my heart
It's yours for the keeping
It's brusied and scared
It is very fragile
So please don't break it
You can have my heart
It's your for the keeping
It's not much of anything
But you can have it
Cause it's all I have to give
You can have my heart
It's yours for the keeping
Just be careful not to hurt it
Cause it has gone through hell
And it needs to heal
You can have my heart
It's yours for the keeping
Just be careful not to lose it
Cause it has lost you once
And it almost killed it
You can have my heart
It's yours for the keeping
If you don't want it
Then please be gentle and put it down softly
And please don't break it
You can have my heart
It's yours for the keeping
poem by Brandi Young
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New Times Square
I'll see you round about midnight
You know I won't be late
Let's dive into this crap house
And truth hell have to wait
The truth of what has gone before
Lies bleeding on the floor
The only truth remaining still
Is that truth don't matter anymore
So meet me round about midnight
I won't let you down I swear
We'll hang on to each other
Down at the new Times Square
It seems that we can't run from this
No matter how we try
There's nothing here worth keeping
So let's kiss it all goodbye
Tell me what's worth keeping anyway
It doesn't seem to matter
What we do or what we say
Everything we had
They have now taken it all away
The truth don't matter anymore
song performed by by Chris Rea
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The winner
When one loses
Hope
A positive thought
Revives it
When one is full of
Hope
A negative thought
Loses it
When one is defeated
If one thinks
I can do it
One can taste victory
A thought derived from
Introspection
Changes
Deeds and behavior
Of a person
A careful thought
Can avoid difficulties
A balanced thought
Can give justice
In the battle of life
One who thinks
Rationally, objectively
Honestly, positively
Passionately, correctly
In all possibilities
Is likely to emerge
As the winner
05-03-2012
295-30-03-12
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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My Sister
My sister is
The gravity to my Universe
She pulls me toward her
With irresistible charm and charisma
My sister is
The most important person in the world
She cares more about others than herself
If she wanted to, she could create world peace
My sister is
An animal lover in the extreme
With tender love and care;
Her instruments of healing
My sister is
The one person I would kill for
The only person who is worth everything
The inspiration to do better
My sister is
The person who makes me a better person
Saving the world one way or another
And defending others with her last breath
My sister is
The most sympathetic and loving
And the one person I couldn't bear to part with
The one that I would defend with my life
poem by Gwenevere Cornwell
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