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Better to be driven out from among men than to be disliked by children.

quote by Richard Henry Dana, Jr.
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The mania started with insomnia and not eating and being driven, driven to find an apartment, driven to see everybody, driven to do New York, driven to never shut up.

quote by Patty Duke
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Driven Crazy or Crazy Driven

Are you driven crazy or crazy driven?
Are you driven by what people say OR are you crazy driven by an awesome day.

Are you driven crazy after a big fight OR crazy driven by a long night

If your driven crazy don't let anything get under your skin.
And if your crazy driven. It's your time to sin...

poem by Shauntae Taylor
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Driven

Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Driven up and down in circles
Skidding down a road of black ice
Staring in and out storm windows
Driven to a fools paradise
But its my turn to drive
Driven to the margin of error
Driven to the edge of control
Driven to the margin of terror
Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole
Driven day and night in circles
Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves
Stealing in and out back alleys
Driven to another den of thieves
But its my turn to drive
Driven in --- driven to the edge
Driven out --- on the thin end of the wedge
Driven off --- by things Ive never seen
Driven on --- by the road to somewhere Ive never been
Its my turn to drive
The road unwinds towards me
What was there is gone
The road unwinds before me
And I go riding on

song performed by by Rush
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Hands Of Self Will

Why did the killer kill?
Driven to it. Like you are.
Driven to eat chocolate.

Opportunity offers. Sentient hands.
Fetishes cravings. Easily fulfilled.
Can’t help. Can’t help yourself.
Driven driven driven to it.

Like obese victim of self-driven
compulsive consumption.
Driven to it. To do it. Do it. Do it.

Like jaded junkie craving
each driven deadly dream
razored raw needle shot veins.

Seasoned alcoholic sucking last
pitiful drops desperately
fetish fevered tongue
dating neck dead empty bottle.

Clothed clotting vomit sweet
slow sickening soul
sucking addiction induced desires.

Driven to it. Demonic possession driven.
Like leeches carefully campaign causes
to save worthy world. Social crusaders
driven reflective reform in own image.

Driven Driven Driven By Hands
With A Will Of Their Own.

God alone can judge each betrayal
weigh each deed on cosmic scale.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Driven By You

Words and music by brian may
Oh - everything I do I do for you
Oh yeah
We touch and youre afraid of me and
We burn and now Im at your feet
High speed,but you know youre in safe hands
In the dark we make a brighter light
From one spark to the horizon wide
We trust and together we tame the land - yeah
Youd be forgiven if you think youre dreaming
But were working night and day to make a dream come true
- yeah
Everything I do is driven by you
Oh - come on babe
Oh well its tough to make a journey through
The right stuff is dead ahead of you and me
And you know weve still got time
Hold on tight to the driving wheel
This ride is really out of line
Raw deal, but theres no other thats worth a dime
You know I love you but you drive me crazy
cos youre saying all the things I want to say to you
You say
Everything I do is driven by you
Everything we do (4x)
Everything we do is driven by you
Inner children lost their way
Now they know the price you pay
Im holding on to life with you
cos life without you just wont do
Driven by you
You know Im never going to know whos dreaming
But were working night and day to make a dream come true
- yeah
Everything I do is driven by you
Everything we do (8x)
Everything we do is driven by
Driven by
Driven by you
Oh - everything I do I do for you

song performed by by Queen
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I Am Embarrassed!

i am embarrassed
by the insatiable greed
that has driven my generation

to own that which should never
be owned by anyone...
by the self-centered hunger

that has driven us to consume,
without thought of ever putting back.
by the blindness and fear

of our prejudicial morality...
by the excuses we've left
on our children's plate!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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When children learn to understand the money value of their toys they are driven out of their paradise, they cease to be children.

Axel Munthe in The Story of San Michele (1929)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Heads, hands and legs

Some are over-driven, ambitious.
Some are duly driven, complacent.
Some are under-driven, lax and content.
Society needs them as heads, hands and legs.
15.10.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Instead Of Promoting Self Hatred

If their parents had reasons,
Why they disliked themselves...
Like their parents before them did.
Maybe their children would be given opportunities,
To grow to decide to respect one another...
Instead of promoting self hatred to spread to others,
Like everyone they see do in their neighborhoods.
And those 'sacred' places surrounding them,
Would not appear to be contradictions.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've always thought of the project as a sort of sexually driven digestive system, that it was a consumer and a producer of matter. And it is desire driven, rather than driven by hunger or anything like that.

quote by Matthew Barney
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We all fault

Driven by money,
One loses friends and kin.
Driven by sex,
One has no qalm or shame.
Driven by hunger,
One has no propriety.
We all fault in all fronts
In variant degrees.
04.07.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Being Driven Right Out of My Mind

You got me shook up and my mind is gone!
I go to bed with all my house lights on.
I feel the thumpin' from those gansta beats.
Somebody's juggling balls of concrete.
And I drink tea...
To help me fall asleep.

You got me shook up and my mind is gone!
Oh oh.
I go to bed with all my house lights on.
Oh oh.
I feel the thumpin' from those gansta beats.
Oh oh.
And I drink tea.
To help me fall asleep.
It's after three...
And the walls are creaking.

And I'm,
Being driven right out of my mind.
Oh yes I'm,
Being driven right out of my mind.
And I'm,
Being driven right out of my mind.
Oh yes I'm,
Being driven.
I'm...
Being driven.
I'm...
Being driven.
I'm...
Being driven.

I feel the thumpin' from those gansta beats.
Oh oh.
And I drink tea.
Oh oh.
To help me fall asleep.
It's after three...
Oh oh.
And the walls are creaking.

And I'm,
Being driven right out of my mind.
Oh yes,
I'm being driven right out of my mind.
I find,
I'm being driven right out of my mind.
Oh yes,
I'm being driven.
I'm...
Being driven.
I'm...
Being driven.
I'm...
Being driven.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Yellow School Bus

The yellow school bus with the black wheels took sick children to school each day.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was driven whether or not the sky was gray.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels went pass three streets and up a hill.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was driven whether sunny or chilled.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels always brought a smile to little kids face.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was filled with love and filled with grace.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels kept breathing until that final breath.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels was painted red with blood and death.
The yellow school bus with the black wheels and the little sick children were all of friends.
But the now dead children will never take a ride in the yellow school bus again.

poem by RaShawn Ince
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Children’s Day,2009

Our children are the gift from God;
You spoil the child by sparing rod;
The priceless wealth from Heav’n above,
That are being aborted now!

Children must be brought up with care;
They have the right to food and air;
Yet, freedom is seldom given;
To begging alms, some are driven!

Children need to learn and to play;
God dwells in them, some always say;
No home is complete without them;
They’re matrimony’s diadem!

How some struggle to have one child!
Yet some rear them like beasts in wild;
The future of the world depends
On healthy children’s dividends!

But why are children ignored much?
Denied are they love, human touch;
Their lives are lost in umpteen ways;
World’s children pass such sadder days!

O world, wake up from your slumber!
Children are bigger in number;
The health of nations is their health;
World’s children are the planet’s wealth!

Let’s make the world a better place;
Let children wear a smile on face;
Let parents rear them with due care;
Without good children, none can fare!

Copyright by Dr John Celes 11-14-2009

poem by John Celes
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One Too Many Times

When did the saying to someone 'No! '
Become an invitation to annoy without end?
I can understand why some parents
Have become immuned to listening
To the demands of their children

No longer are requests asked
With courtesy and respect
But a total lack of consideration
Has fast disappeared
From an expectation of getting it heard
Coming with a breath of sincerity

And saying 'no' to anyone today
Gives them rights to say
Why someone is disliked
And that 'no' expressed just might mean
The one saying it has said 'yes'
One too many times!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Driven into Fits as Unrestless Misfits Twitch

I've noticed children that lack discipline,
Are accustomed to their parents or guardians...
Shouting out demands to them.
With cussing heard that eventually is returned,
To the same people to have their ears burn.

For the most part children learn by example.
Not from samples taught by teachers in classrooms...
Driven into fits as unrestless misfits twitch unable to sit.
To have parents defend their children looking innocent,
In front of a judge delivering limited sentences.

To nip that disrespect in the bud,
With a punishment suitable is no longer legit.
Instead what children do today is tolerated...
And out of control they are,
As everyone seems to make excuses for it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nonconformist

Of course I've been driven to madness.
Haven't you?
It's chic.
It's so 'with it' today,
To express some form of insanity.
Butt cracks are being exposed.
Breasts implants are nearly being sold,
At fast food chains.
The police are smoking more weed,
Than I've ever done in the '70's.
And corruption?
Children are selling electronic devices...
In elementary schools!
Yes.
And at good prices too I might add!
I passed an elementary school the other day,
And this kid, no more than twelve years old...
Was using two cell phones! Two!
And I can not afford one!
Of course I've been driven to madness.
Haven't you?
People crying on TV 'after' being caught
Killing children and spouses.
The news being interrupted by commercials,
Pitching everything from condoms, underwear...
And sexual enhancements!
Age defying creams and weight reducers.
And divorced lawyers pitching their services...
As if they were selling used cars.
And...
I guess,
In a way they are!
Of course I've been driven to madness.
Haven't you?
It's chic.
It's so 'with it' today,
To express some form of insanity.
However...
When I get home,
I take off that mask.
Get a cool glass of tea!
Sit back...
And enjoy my peace of mind!
'THAT' I am going to protect.
If I have to be in disguise outside to keep it!
I don't want anyone to think,
I am a nonconformist!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What children know (understand)

Children know laughter
They know tears
Children know peace
They know chaos
Children know acceptance
They know rejection
Children know joy
They know pain
Children know abundance
They know lack
Children know health
They know illness
Children know fulfillment
They know emptiness
Children know hope
They know dismay
Children know love
They know hatred
What they don’t know is WHY!

poem by Namie Elisha
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See The Children

(la la la la la la la...)
I stopped the car
The other day
I had to ask a little
Girl the way
I thought she'd show me
Better if she got inside
And once inside
I thought i'd taker her
For a little ride...
So i see the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time...
See the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time...
I'm a supermarket santa
Underneath the christmas tree
The little one all like to
Come and sit upon my knee
I have to hold them tightly
'cause they fall to the floor
A little concern ain't
Against the law...
So i see the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time
See the children
(something something something??) all the time
I pass by the infant school
Every single day
I push sweeties through the fence
But the kids just run way
I only want to talk with them
And join in their fun
But all the little children do
Is run run run run run run run run...
(la la la la la la, la la la la la la..etc..)
See the children
Feel the children all the time..
See the children
Feel the children
See the children
Feel the children
All the time........

song performed by by Cure
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Driven To Tears

How can you say that you're not responsible?
What does it have to do with me?
What is my reaction, what should it be?
Confronted by this latest atrocity
Driven to tears
Hide my face in my hands, shame wells in my throat
My comfortable existance is reduced to a shallow meaningless party
Seems that when some innocent die
All we can offer them is a page in a some magazine
Too many cameras and not enough food
'Cos this is what we've seen
Driven to tears
Protest is futile, nothing seems to get through
What's to become of our world, who knows what to do
Driven to tears

song performed by by Sting
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