One trait of addictive families is that we never recognize our own addictions.
quote by Lorna Luft
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An Old Man With His Hat
There Little Robbie found him in an old yellow album
A blurred picture of a half old man with his hat
Standing in front of the coffin
He smiles shy but wide with his teeth gone making a hole like Little Robbie when he lose his baby teeth
Little Robbie doesn’t recognize him and he wonder where he is now
Maybe he is one of his grandfathers, one of his great uncles, one of his old families
So he asks to his big sister
But his sister doesn’t recognize him and she wonder who he is
Maybe he is one of his grandfathers, one of his great uncles, one of his old families
So he asks to his mother
But his mother doesn’t recognize him and she wonder how he was there
Maybe he is one of his grandfathers, one of his great uncles, one of his old families
So he asks to his father
But his father doesn’t recognize him and he wonder what he did there
Maybe he is one of his grandfathers, one of his great uncles, one of his old families
So he asks to his uncle
But his uncle doesn’t recognize him and he wonder when the picture taken
Maybe he is one of his grandfathers, one of his great uncles, one of his old families
So he asks hopelessly to his grandfather
His grandfather takes a deep look to that picture and wonders why Little Robbie asks
Little Robbie says, “I want to meet him! I want to know about him! I want to play with him! ”
Maybe he is one of his grandfathers, one of his great uncles, one of his old families
But his grandfather shakes his head, “No, he is not.”
He is not one of his grandfathers, one of his great uncles, one of his old families
He is just an old man with his hat
“He accompanied your great grandfather when he sick until his death. This picture is taken in a burial of your great grandfather.”
His grandfather stares at little Robbie
“Now, are you disappointed? ”
He is not one of his grandfathers, one of his great uncles, one of his old families
He is just an old man with his hat
Little Robbie shakes his head, “No, I am not.”
Though he is not one of his grandfathers, one of his great uncles, one of his old families
Though he is just an old man with his hat
“But I still want to meet him, I want to know about him, and I want to play with him! ”
And then he could be one of his grandfathers, one of his great uncles, one of his old families
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Fame is addictive. Money is addictive. Attention is addictive. But golf is second to none.
quote by Marc Anthony
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We must move in our recovery from one addiction to another for two major reasons: first, we have not recognized and treated the underlying addictive process, and second, we have not accurately isolated and focused upon the specific addictions.
quote by Anne Wilson Schaef
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Look Before You Leap
I got so wrapped up and locked into perfection.
Thinking I should be...
Someone other than me.
And then this hit me up 'side my head...
It was something that you said,
That put a mental hurtin' on me to sting!
'You better look,
Before you leap!
Don't you jump into it quick,
To wallow in a pity pit.
Don't just destroy your life,
Over something that's addictive.
Recognize and leave it.
Or a sadness of a life,
You will live.
You better look,
Before you leap!
Don't you jump into it quick,
To wallow in a pity pit.
Don't just destroy your life,
Over something that's addictive.
Recognize and leave it.
Or a sadness of a life,
You will live.'
I got so wrapped up and locked into perfection.
Thinking I should be...
Someone other than me.
And then this hit me up 'side my head...
It was something that you said,
That put a mental hurtin' on me to sting!
'You better look,
Before you leap!
Don't you jump into it quick,
To wallow in a pity pit.
Don't just destroy your life,
Over something that's addictive.
Recognize and leave it.
Or a sadness of a life,
You will live.
You better look,
Before you leap!
Don't you jump into it quick,
To wallow in a pity pit.
Don't just destroy your life,
Over something that's addictive.
Recognize and leave it.
Or a sadness of a life,
You will live.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We now recognize that abuse and neglect may be as frequent in nuclear families as love, protection, and commitment are in nonnuclear families.
quote by David Elkind
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I came away from the forums with a profound concern about the highly addictive and destructive nature of methamphetamine. Families are torn apart, lives are destroyed and treatment is difficult to get.
quote by Greg Walden
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The psychoanalysis of neurotics has taught us to recognize the intimate connection between wetting the bed and the character trait of ambition.
quote by Sigmund Freud
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Too Blind To Recognize
Too blind to recognize.
No one really knew,
Who they saw on a regular basis.
And this was not encouraged,
To be expected to accept.
Yet discussing other people,
Was what they did best.
Too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize.
Disrespecting was all they knew.
And this they did with a full effect.
No one knew who did what.
Or who had experiences to share,
That would provide benefits all would get.
So no one saw to see to receive opportunities,
They would meet but too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize,
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize,
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Just too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize...
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize.
Too blind to recognize.
Just too blind to recognize...
Gifts given as a prize!
Gifts given they should pride.
Too blind to recognize.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One's Addictive Behaviour
To alcohol he lost his young daughter and wife
He says they were not wrong to walk out of his life
For addictive behaviour the price one must pay
And he is one person who sees it this way.
To keep on drinking alcohol the choice he did make
Though he knew in his heart that this was a mistake
He made the wrong choice with his marriage at stake
One's addictive behaviour can cause others heartbreak.
One's addictive behaviour can come at a huge cost
With abuse of health and broken marriages so much to be lost
An addiction of any sort is not a good thing
And the praises of addictive behaviour you won't hear many sing.
For the break up of his marriage his wife he does not blame
Though that he chose alcohol above her and their daughter does cause him some shame
But at conquering an addiction few seem to succeed
'Tis a human frailty the weakness of need.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Poisons Self Inhaled Leisure Cruise Smoker Bloodstreams
rational mind puff is not addictive mind plead pax denials
poisons self inhaled leisure cruise smoker bloodstreams
recognize relate rat bait harmful disease dire consequences
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Addictive Mixture Gets Ya!
You're gonna look for me one day,
And recite.
Every little nuance that you read...
That I write.
And every night before you go to bed...
When it hits you like a light!
You're gonna ask yourself what it is that I meant,
Stirring up your inner sight!
You are gonna,
Look for me one day...
And recite.
Every little nuance that you read...
That,
I write.
And every night before you go to bed...
When it hits you like a light!
You're gonna ask yourself what it is that I meant,
Stirring up your inner sight!
My addictive mixture gets ya!
Every night before you go to bed...
My addictive mixture gets ya!
Stirring up inside yo' head!
My addictive mixture gets ya!
Every night before you go to bed...
My addictive mixture gets ya!
Stirring up inside yo' head!
You're gonna,
Look for me one day...
And recite.
Every little nuance that you read...
That,
I write.
'Cause...
My addictive mixture gets ya!
Every night before you go to bed...
My addictive mixture gets ya!
Stirring up inside yo' head!
My addictive mixture gets ya!
Every night before you go to bed...
My addictive mixture gets ya!
Stirring up inside yo' head!
You're gonna look for me one day,
And recite.
Every little nuance that you read...
That I write.
And every night before you go to bed...
When it hits you like a light!
You're gonna ask yourself what it is that I meant,
Stirring up your inner sight!
Because my...
Addictive mixture gets ya!
Every night before you go to bed...
My addictive mixture gets ya!
Stirring up inside yo' head!
My addictive mixture gets ya!
Every night before you go to bed...
My addictive mixture gets ya!
Stirring up inside yo' head!
My addictive mixture gets ya!
My addictive mixture gets ya!
My addictive mixture gets ya!
Stirring up inside yo' head!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Beyond Recognition
no my friend
no, you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
burnt in the firmament of
my unadulterated desire for you
i'm now reduced to
a whiff of thin vapour
quickly carried away by the wind
and in no time absorbed by ether
no friend, no
you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
i'm now a tomb with all
love and hurt accrued
buried deep within with
no epitaph inscribed
no my friend
no, you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
as i sit in a corner of a cold bed
drawing my empty limbs closer
as if they're all that's left of me...
no my friend, no
you can't recognize me
any more at this moment
as much as i can't recognize me myself
through this vacant mirror...
wait, there from a corner
i recognize you simply gazing
at nothing in particular...
why, you alone?
i recognize my self
no more...
25dec2009
01.01hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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We are stronger because we recognize that government isn't the sole answer to the most important questions, and we welcome community and faith based organizations as partners to serve the needs of Florida families.
Tongue In Cheek (2)
Some things written with tongue-in-cheek
Misunderstood can cause some pique
If someone who is humorless
Fails to see your fun finesse
Humor is a trait to treasure
A trait most often spreading pleasure
To spread a laugh, a smile or two
Seems the human thing to do
Yet sometimes when one’s too cheeky
He may seem to some a bit too freaky
So it may be wise to show restraint
‘Cause freaky is what you know you ain’t
poem by Stanley Cooper
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Verordnet Diesem Geschlecht Keinen Glauben
Do not decree faith on this race,
stars, ships and smoke are enough;
it is concerned with things, determines
stars and mathematical infinity,
and a trait, call it trait of love,
emerges more purely from it all.
The heavens hang limp, and stars come loose
from the juncture with moon and night.
poem by Ingeborg Bachmann
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Truth And Justice.... (Part Three)
if our founding fathers were alive
today they would be labeled as terrorists!
think about it!
our standing government, and economic
capitalistic system are a greater threat
to the American people and their families,
than England was to them!
we are so far away from what they intended,
that they would not recognize us!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Mothers - especially single mothers - are heroic in their efforts to raise our nation's children, but men must also take responsibility for their children and recognize the impact they have on their families' well-being.
Put You Down
Heatbreaker, feelin alright
Body over...mind
Its slower, reduction is addictive too
Personality overview
Chorus
I can see what the cost will be
You know I dont need you
I just cant put you donw
I can see what it all means to me
Honey I dont need you
I just cant put you down
Hard drinker...feelin all right
Your maker...mine
Its slower...reduction is addictive too
Personality overview
Chorus
Put you down, down, down, gon put you down
Put you down, down, down, gon put you down
Put you down, down, down, gon put you down
Put you down, down, down, gon put you down
Everything you buy is for the jingle
Every time you lie its all the same
And if you need a rhyme to kill the singer
Shoot me dead before I may be through
song performed by by Alice In Chains
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Regrets.
Your soul does not forget
it carries with it all regrets.
When it dies it questions why
and has to come back to even the pie.
Better to say your "sorry now while you are alive
unless you talk through a medium after you die.
Even your addictions are carried to the other side
addictions cloud souls thinking in the sublime.
For all they have is pure thought—
no hiding is what the life of the spirit has got.
Things manifest fast and everything is known
you are pure energy, consciousness and you glow.
For your soul to really evolve and learn
to even out it's karma to better discern-
It has now to come back to Earth.
Your soul has to keep coming back
to Earth plane to be overcome addictions
and thoughts of lack.
Spirits over there hear our thoughts and give us messages
if we can only see—
they are here to give us encouragement
from a place of love to make us succeed.
They want us to love and not fear
fear keeps us stuck and can bite us in the rear.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 21,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Bad n Ruin
(rod stewart, ian mclagan)
Mother dont you recognize your son, ooh hoo
Coming home, yeah yeah
Getting home, cause I failed you mother, hmm-mmm
Ill be there in the mornin
If you have me back
The rent up here is much too high
For a room without a tap
A room without a tap, hoo
Ill be early in the morning
And Ill find my way back home
Back home bad n ruin
With my tail between my legs
Tail between my legs
And Ill be so tired
Ill be so tired, now listen
Ill be early tomorrow morning
And Ill fall down off my plane
Dont be embarrassed mother
By your ugly worn-out son, hmm
Your ugly worn-out son.
So just let me warn you
Mother, you wont recognize me now
Mother, you wont recognize me now
Mother, you wont recognize me now, hoo
And Ill be down on cannon[? ] street
Passport in my hand
Should you could not recognize me
Ive heavily made-up eyes
Momma, you wont recognize me now
Brother, you wont recognize me now
Hello there
Sister, you wont recognize me now
Mother, you wont recognize me now
Ooh, hoo
So mother when youve seen me
Dont forget Im your boy too
I know my brother has done you proud
Hes one foot in the grave
Mother dont you recognize me now ?
Im a burglar in the first degree
But it dont seem to worry me
Ill be so tired, so tired
Ill be so tired, so tired
So tired
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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