Don't Take Anything Personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and actions of others, you won't be the victim of needless suffering.
quote by Miguel Angel Ruiz
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This habit of forming opinions, and acting upon them without evidence, is one of the most immoral habits of the mind. ... As our
opinions are the fathers of our actions, to be indifferent about the evidence of our opinions is to be indifferent about the consequences of our actions. But the consequences of our actions are the good and evil of our fellow-creatures. The habit of the neglect of evidence, therefore, is the habit of disregarding the good and evil of our fellow-creatures.
quote by James Mill
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Ballad of Our Love...
oh so pure is the projection of this dream
my only dream – upon our past…
I’m giving birth to how our love
would have been life’s most tender home
and to how gracefully our souls
would have been blessed…
and I am painting you the picture
of our passion and delight
and I am rhyming you our every day and night…
come, hold my hand, my man, my mate
it’s not too late…it’s not too late…
here are our mountains and our moors
our savage bushlands and our shores…
here is the forest of our weightless
wondrous Mays…
oh so pure is the projection of this dream
my only dream – upon our past…
you are my pride, my boy, my guide
and I’m your womangirl, your brumby
I’m your butterfly, your dawn
your fawn, your bride…
come, hold my hand, my man, my mate
it’s not too late…it’s not too late…
here is our house, our cherished haven
here’s our kitchen, here’s our bed…
this is the bright and brilliant ballad
of the words we would have said…
oh so pure is the projection of this dream
my only dream – upon our past…
these are our children, see them smile
while they are playing in the yard…
this is the everlasting thruth
I’m gently laying in the lightrose of your heart…
poem by Rikki Keller
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Reality of a dream
A light conversation,
With only the ones we trust
The vision of happiness
A settled place for ones heart
The reality of a dream
Some no not were to start
The door we may rather leave alone,
For we fear the pain of disappointment
A guessing game without the answer
The reality of a dream
Runs hand and hand with
the reality of fate
Except both or walk away
Hard work with all but success
And years laid to rest
Be a curse this idea
This dream with its fears
From deterioration to motivation
The dream can be delivered
For the reality of a dream
Is that...........
Without reality there is no dream
poem by Morgan Bodden
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Everybody's A Victim
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
I demand recompense
For sitting on the fence
Throughout my adult life
You've got to put my parents in jail
For raising me in Fife
It doesn't matter what I do
You have to say it's alright
And I need you to send somebody around
To tuck me in at night
Because...
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Well it's not my fault
That I'm positive
I just stuck a needle in my arm
And nobody told me
That sixty a day
Would do me any harm
My liver's shrivelling like a leaf
But it's not the whisky that doo's it
Call me irresponsible
And I'm really going to lose it
Because...
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Wear a ribbon for this
Hug a stranger for that
Light a candle to the dead
And soon you'll forget
That you ever had
A brain inside our head
We value everythin the same
We turn it into farce
So we don't know a crisis
'Till it kicks us up the arse
Because...
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
Everybody's a victim
Seems we're going that way
Everybody's a victim
We're becoming like the USA
song performed by by Proclaimers
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A Dream Be Not
I dream a dream of dreams to be
oh do I dream of such a thing I dream of love peace happiness
but a dream can this be maybe the truth I do not see for this dream can really be reality with your hands joined
in mine that's how my dream can really be reality
poem by Marcus Caqueias
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Everyone Have Their Opinions
Everyone have their opinions that's how it ought to be
And respect their opinions though with them you may not agree
As long as they respect human rights and a fair go for all
The difference between you and them to say the least is small.
Everyone have their opinions and no two quite the same
Even between those who are known to think alike some difference one can name
That's what makes us most interesting we all think differently
And you are very different so different to me.
Everyone have their own opinions a fact that is well known
And like 'tis said of him or her the words to each their own
To others opinions you should not react in a violent sort of a way
We must allow for difference and let them have their say.
Everyone have their opinions that fact with us remain
And as long with your opinions power over others you don't seek to gain
Though your opinions may be very different to mine
I respect your way of thinking and our difference suits me fine.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Nothing limits intelligence more than ignorance; nothing fosters ignorance more than one's own opinions; nothing strengthens opinions more than refusing to look at reality.
quote by Sheri S. Tepper
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Chopsticks for Eating Peyote
Ah! Chopsticks: sign of civilization.
Peyote, psychelicious not.
The scupulously vile-tasting cactus,
Mushy and light green,
Queen of the desert, holding the treasure,
Of incandescent reality,
Of astral projection on earth,
Of extra-sensory projection
That really, like, freaks me out.
Out-of-touch with what is,
One is free to roam the 2
Dimensions of the tracing hand,
The tiger burning bright,
The lunar madness of a single step into the dark.
The crossroads lead nowhere
But to the heart of matter,
An hallucinated suspension bridge,
All-enduring,
Reassembling the brain,
Rendering it whole again.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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The Dreamer's Poet
Dreamers dream
dreaming that
all their dreams are dreams;
and is reality then multiple-shaped
or itself a dream?
If dreams are things not real or true
or don't yet exist
then what does it mean for dreamer to
act upon the dream and bring it forth
into reality?
Was the dream just reality
not yet existent;
in waiting so to speak?
Or was it live
always there
waiting to be discovered?
Seems to me
this is much like a poem;
how the poem comes to be-
unless, of course,
the poet
is a dream too,
outside reality
paradoxical conundrum
don't you see?
And more:
could it be the Dreamer's Poet
in dreaming thus
creates the Poet
and the Poetry
both of which
become Reality
Thus?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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God men aren’t god finders
To belief in a thing is equal to
Not being open to reality.
To believe in what is real is needless.
To believe in Him shatter his reality.
God is a concept conceived in one’s mind.
What is seen is no need to be believed in.
To find the God, be free from believing.
God men aren’t god finders, remember.
11.12.2010.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I am a Dreamer
I am a dreamer
like everyone else
but I am not like other dreamers
I dream the possible
I know my dream can become reality
but I am not quite sure how or when
it seems impossible
yet I see others live it out
Dreaming is indescribable
I do not comprehend it
when I have a grasp on it
it embraces me
I love to dream
It is reality so close,
close enough to touch
but I stretch out my hand to touch nothing
Dream big, dream little
a dream is a dream
chase them
who knows what they will entail?
poem by Ben Bergeth
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When men are brought face to face with their opponents, forced to listen and learn and mend their ideas, they cease to be children and savages and begin to live like civilized men. Then only is freedom a reality, when men may voice their opinions because they must examine their opinions.
quote by Walter Lippmann
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She Endorses
Generous and direct!
Her comments...
No one listening,
Did expect!
But what was left?
More of the same?
More of the insanity,
To maintain.
Driven by a right...
Claimed.
To conquer over others.
To take what is theirs away!
She laid it on the line.
This is not that time!
That time for those actions,
Has brought too much dissatisfaction!
Too much is at stake.
Too many have endured needless suffering.
Too many are bitter with heartache they can't shake!
Loved ones have lost their lives.
By those who have risen to produce,
A revelation that has uncovered deceit and lies!
And 'these'...
She repeated to supporters,
Has no order of business accepted today!
And she endorses 'The We Can! The We Will...
And 'The We Must,
Campaign!
Standing 'with' and besides someone...
With promises,
This direction we all must prepare ourselves to take!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
Dare to be a Dreamer
Dream reality,
Dream with dignity,
Dream for humanity,
Dream for prosperity.
Dream for a change,
Don't dream with second chances,
For dreaming isn't a duty,
Don't dream a dream full of pity.
Dream to inspire,
Be your own empire,
Be the master of your dreams,
Dream a dream you can claim.
poem by Marlene Rashidi
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(Choices Poem) Circumstances Unending
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
To let the one you love go for the better
Or the happiness of poverty in suffering
Like a mother choosing for a child
you must make the decision out of true love.
Forever the greater good.
The eagle looks upon us all with his eyes.
Only if I could see it that way.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
When you do such a thing their is no going back
Chasing after something you threw away.
All in a attempt to be the better man.
The homeless playing a game of kick the can.
Nobody ever wins.
It is to pass time as it will always do.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
Regret and bitter
Feelings that will never sit well with you
Your determined to overcome, and it not be prolonged
She is gone.
Forever a bad choice.
That you wouldn't want to change.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
The portrait of your face betrays the feeling inside.
The things you try to bury and hide.
At one time you were happy.
At one time you smiling and so full of spirit.
But now you fall into a very empty depression.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
No one will come and pick you up.
If you fall it will be you last one.
Like a soldier you still march as if you were still on call.
Duty and service is all you've ever known.
And now a world sits before you.
And still your all alone.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Deceit They Perceive Is Hidden
I have never believed,
I was always right.
Or believed my opinions expressed,
Were the best.
No! An operating done on fumes of ego,
Is such a waste of reality.
And seeking excuses to make for my actions,
Is too exhausting for my peace of mind.
And there are more offended,
By the appearance of truth.
Than they are disrespecting someone,
With a deceit they perceive is hidden from others.
And the concealing of truth is difficult to do,
For anyone keeping it with them to introduce.
Since a truth introduced is not to be disputed.
It is what it is to defeat deceit each and every time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silence of the victim
I was a victim.
I am not any longer.
But within my head and heart I still am the victim.
I cant forget nor can I move on.
I never spoke out.
I had the silence of a victim.
To afraid to speak.
Silence of the victim.
I didnt speak untill it was to late.
More crap followed.
I put my family in danger.
I should of kept shut.
Most of it never was told.
Cos I had the silence of the victim.
Never did dare to speak.
To be the victim
It was hard.
But still I seem to be that victim.
I cant move on.
I am weak
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Where Would I Be...?
One day, long, long ago, I dreamt a most beauteous dream!
Though aspiration I know it was, veridical it still doth seem!
Though this be not the part that is most awe-inspiring;
That is reserved for this beauty I am now still admiring!
No departure may be made betwixt reality and semblance,
This verity is the call of my heart, as proof-my adamance!
Nary could one doubt the veracity of such emotions,
Immune to the passage of time, the largest of oceans;
Ne'er to weaken nor wither, nor surely to wane-
Any thought of such, my heart shall ne'er entertain!
What was once but a beauteous dream, now so much more-
I now make consort with the 'dream' I do so much, adore!
That which inspires true awe, may ne'er be torn asunder-
Where would I be if my world were without this wonder?
Maurice Harris,26 August 2009
poem by Maurice Harris
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A tremendous amount of needless pain and suffering can be eliminated by ensuring that health insurance is universally available.
quote by Daniel Akaka
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