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When you have too much month for you paycheck, then what you need to do is realize that there is abundance all around you and focus on the abundance and not your lack and as night follows day abundance will come to you.
quote by Sidney Madwed
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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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The sigh of History rises over ruins, not over landscapes, and in the Antilles there are few ruins to sigh over, apart from the ruins of sugar estates and abandoned forts.
quote by Derek Walcott
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Too Satisfied Just To Nibble
Strange are those days,
I see changing.
Strange,
Are those appetites.
Some people love to nibble on life.
Not to eat it up,
But to spit out pieces of it they don't like!
Strange are those days,
I see changing.
Strange,
Are those appetites.
So much abundance is out there,
But they see limits.
Abundance is out there,
But they choose limits!
And bondage,
To capitalize on those inhibitions.
Some people love to nibble on life.
Not to eat it up,
But to spit out pieces of it they don't like!
Strange are those days,
I see changing.
Strange,
Are those appetites.
So much abundance is out there,
But they see limits.
So much abundance is out there,
But they see limits.
So much abundance is out there,
But some.
Are too satisfied just to nibble.
Strange are those days,
I see changing.
Strange,
Are those appetites.
So much abundance is out there,
But they see limits.
So much abundance is out there,
But they see limits.
So much abundance is out there,
But some.
Are too satisfied just to nibble.
Too satisfied just to nibble!
In the heavens there's abundance and there are no limits.
In the heavens there's abundance and there are no limits.
In the heavens there's abundance and there are no limits.
In the heavens.
In the heavens.
In the heavens.
But some.
Are too satisfied just to nibble.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Excessively Broke
Wealth of abundance.
Wealth of friends who have abundance.
Wealth of friends who have abundance and influence,
With an ability to persuade those who have created...
Wealth and those connected to it,
Probably do not associated themselves...
With those who just have a wealth of intelligence.
Since those who have a wealth of intelligence...
Usually are the ones excessively broke!
But possess a wealth of humor to entertain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Liquid Generosity
The ocean offers her abundance;
Are you jealous of the ocean’s generosity?
Why would she refuse to give this gift to anyone?
Fish do not hold her sacred liquid in cups
They swim in huge liquid freedom…
Be a fish;
Swim in your boundless abundance
Share that abundance
Generosity is only limited by unwillingness
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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My City Of Ruins
Theres a blood red circle
On the cold dark ground
And the rain is falling down
The church doors blown open
I can hear the organs song
But the congregations gone
My city of ruins
My city of ruins
Now the sweet veils of mercy
Drift through the evening trees
Young men on the corner
Like scattered leaves
The boarded up windows
The hustlers and thieves
While my brothers down on his knees
My city of ruins
My city of ruins
Come on rise up!
Come on rise up!
Now theres tears on the pillow
Darling where we slept
And you took my heart when you left
Without your sweet kiss
My soul is lost, my friend
Now tell me how do I begin again?
My citys in ruins
My citys in ruins
Now with these hands
I pray lord
With these hands
For the strength lord
With these hands
For the faith lord
With these hands
I pray lord
With these hands
For the strength lord
With these hands
For the faith lord
With these hands
Come on rise up!
Come on rise up!
Rise up
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Their Greatest Achievements
The tragedy is not in the aftermath,
When ruins are created to be experienced.
The tragedy experienced is admitting,
The aftermath had opportunities to be avoided.
And those addicted to ceremonies,
To praise themselves...
Are the most likely to find what they've done,
Historically considered to be their greatest achievements.
No need to seek to locate the evidence.
An awakening provides an abundance of proof.
Although sadly enough,
Many enjoy the parading of the pomp and circumstance.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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4. Ruined
The old roman ruins
Turned pillars to dust
The weather being fierce
Where the irons now rust
Huge hand carved blocks
Lying roughly askew
With masons initials
Still showing from new
Like a giants been shopping
With a huge stack of tins
He took from the bottom
Where the tumble begins
The old roman ruins
What a sight to be seen
They will all turn to dust
Where the ruins have been
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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We may be sure that out of the ruins of our capitalist civilization a new religion will emerge, just as Christianity emerged from the ruins of the Roman civilization.
quote by Herbert Read
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Abundance doesn't know contentment, but contentment is abundance.
Folks Who Wish to Boo Hoo
My abundance is flowing.
Yes it is.
I'll sit and observe you,
Wallow in tears.
But I am not here to share any of that.
Not to wrap, pack and carry.
Like you have done to burden your back.
You do an excellent job.
And I am sure you are proud of that fact.
However...
Your sobbing and choked filled anguish,
Is not an involvement prioritized on my agenda list!
My abundance is flowing.
And I am going to keep it like this!
I am through with folks who wish to boo hoo...
As if they exist for it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Suitcases
Suitcases, suit, suite, cases, ties, it, case, cat, ice, use, sue, sues;
A sudden destruction is now seen in your land!
But, in the abundance of food, the fool is still hungry.
Suitcases, cut, cuts, sit, sits, sat, at, cats, is, as, sea, seas, uses;
The flood came and washed you away!
But, in the abundance of water, the fool is still thirsty.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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There came into the world an unlimited abundance of everything people need. But people need everything except unlimited abundance.
quote by Karel Capek
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The past and the future have no bearings.
How many beauties have lived!
How many wonders have happened!
How many inventions and ruins!
This is before my birth took place.
How many beauties would arrive!
How many wonders would happen!
How many inventions and ruins!
This is after my death takes place.
I live and leave unaffected
By the time past and future.
10.01.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Nature's Bounty
Her,
Store
In abundance
Overflows.
The doors
Of which
His eyes
Ignore.
The latch, the lock
And the bolt
Fastened
Fastened where the looted abundance
Rots in the store.
For, it rots
As environs
Foreign
Cannot restore.
She,
He knows
Has powers
To replenish Her store
Still
His desire
To honour Her no more.
Knows cannot restore
Adores his rotten store.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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Nothing Is Impossible
Don't you love me for what i am?
For, i will follow my dreams until they are fulfilled;
And mind you, the fool is still hungry in the abundance of food.
Everything has its own beauty but,
Not everyone does seeit;
Food for the stomach and food for thought,
Everything has its own beginning;
And mind you, the fool is still thirsty in the abundance of water.
The atmosphere is for you and i and,
Nothing is impossible in this world!
So, go for your dreams until they are fulfilled.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Tact
Observant of the way she told
So much of what was true,
No vanity could long withhold
Regard that was her due:
She spared him the familiar guile,
So easily achieved,
That only made a man to smile
And left him undeceived.
Aware that all imagining
Of more than what she meant
Would urge an end of everything,
He stayed; and when he went,
They parted with a merry word
That was to him as light
As any that was ever heard
Upon a starry night.
She smiled a little, knowing well
That he would not remark
The ruins of a day that fell
Around her in the dark:
He saw no ruins anywhere,
Nor fancied there were scars
On anyone who lingered there,
Alone below the stars.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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The Trap
I am not well civilized, really alien here: trust me not.
I can understand the guns and the airplanes,
The other conveniences leave me cold.
'We must adjust our economics to the new abundance .
Of what? Toys: motors, music-boxes,
Paper, fine clothes, leisure, diversion.
I honestly believe (but really an alien here: trust me not)
Blind war, compared to this kind of life,
Has nobility, famine has dignity.
Be happy, adjust your economics to the new abundance;
One is neither saint nor devil, to wish
The intolerable nobler alternative.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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