Today, we are now deciding how do we treat those who are choosing to carry out a war against us, non-U.S. citizens who are choosing to take us to task for what we believe and who we are. In this conflict, we have to decide how we are going to try to find these terrorists.
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Stop, Choosing to Demean
You've got your meaning,
And still you are choosing to demean...
My love?
Ya gotcha meaning,
But-cha choosing to demean.
Ya gotcha meaning,
But-cha choosing to demean.
Ya gotcha meaning,
But-cha choosing to demean.
Baby!
I gotcha meaning that demeans,
What I say.
And why it is I feel this way.
You're choosing to demean,
How I pray.
For us...
With faith and love,
Everyday!
Baby!
You're choosing to demean.
I see,
You're choosing to demean.
My compassion,
You're choosing to demean.
And..
My strong beliefs.
Yo, Baby!
You're choosing to demean.
I see,
You're choosing to demean.
My compassion,
You're choosing to demean.
And..
My love for you so deep.
But, you choose to be so mean.
And baby...
Stop, choosing to demean.
Baby!
Stop, choosing to demean.
Yo' baby!
Stop, choosing to demean.
Yo' baby!
Stop, choosing to demean.
Yo' baby,
You mated!
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And today more than ever, knowing about that society involves first of all choosing what approach the inquiry will take, and that necessarily means choosing how society can answer.
quote by Jean-Francois Lyotard
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Choosing just one star
That will make my dreams come true
Choosing a lover
haiku by Charles Wiles
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Constantly choosing the lesser of two evils is still choosing evil.
quote by Jerry Garcia
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Choosing To Walk On The Right Path
Choosing to walk on the right path,
Is going to have its obstacles.
Temptations will be there to tease,
With attempts to weaken.
And faces familiar...
Will appear to critique.
Choosing to walk on the right path,
Isn't an easy decision one makes.
It takes one to break away,
From barriers attached...
That are difficult to unlatch.
Yet...
Can be done to escape those traps.
Choosing to walk on the right path,
Is going to have its obstacles.
And some days will seem impossible.
But that path chosen,
By the one who knows it is correct...
Will never bring to one regret.
If a faith kept is strong.
And an accepting felt within belongs.
Choosing to walk on the right path,
Will prove there to be nothing to fear.
Doubts disappear!
And those things wrong that prick like thorns,
From this right path...
Eventually,
Will be gone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choose The Happiness
What the happiness is all about
Choices that comes across your life
Catch the right one and be aware
When your turn comes not to lose your way
Don't let it pass you by
Catch the happiness while it's around
This is what the happiness is all about
Choosing your path to the love
Dough it's ways are narrow and hard
This is what the love is all about
Choosing The way to happiness and faith
Or walking through the saddest path
Even in your darkest day
Smile and you'll find your way
To the light
This is what the life is all about
What the life is all about
Choosing the happiness or not
Regardless what your reason is
Just walk ahead and forget your fears
God is there at the end of the path
It depends how long you can survive
Sacrificing blindly for the love
This is what the love is all about
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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The conflict not between good and evil
Is life a conflict between good and evil?
No. it is a conflict between good and
good.
One is beset only with choosing the
The best
06.01.2003
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I wanted to become the seeker, the aroused and passionate explorer, and it was better going at it knowing nothing at all, always choosing the unmarked bottle, always choosing your own unproven method, armed with nothing but faith and a belief in astonishment.
Pat Conroy in The Lords of Discipline
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You and your Career
Your ears were choosing what to hear,
When mighty jungles claimed noises,
The reason behind the brain and what is clear.
My sight detained me and made me disappear,
Where was I situated, afterwards with afterimages?
Your ears were choosing what to hear.
Your instrument is heavenly in this world and atmosphere,
Like music has spoken and never abuses,
The reason behind the brain and what is clear.
I ride on a faith too majestic and pure to adhere,
Such innocence exhibits the advantages,
Your ears were choosing what to hear,
My mind is passing a test, like drinking beer,
Inner fighting has survived the ambushes,
The reason behind the brain and what is clear.
I can never refuse a man to speak about a career,
The laughing is acted due to this and never ceases,
Your ears were choosing what to hear,
The reason behind the brain and what is clear.
poem by Naveed Akram
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To Be Noticed As A Serious Undertaking
The playing of cat and mouse,
May come to validate the cat and the mouse...
Choosing to play.
However...
Someone deciding,
They wish to see a cat and mouse game played...
Without the interest of the cat or the mouse,
Might discover themselves to be disappointed.
And the focus of an attention not wanted.
Some folks can amuse themselves,
By assuming their misdeeds...
Increase with their childish effectiveness applied.
Like deciding which toy soldier,
Prefers to be in the trenches or on the battle line.
And these minds try to enforce an authority of some kind,
To be noticed as a serious undertaking.
And not regarded as a joke.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Seek And Ye Shall Find
He was choosing to die, because he could not cope.
He was choosing to die, because he lost all hope.
He felt that family, friends, and GOD had abandoned him
Because he was living in mortal sin.
The loneliness that he had locked up inside
And the loneliness that he tried to hide
Was tearing him apart, for the pains
Just stayed dwelling in his heart.
But GOD works in mysterious ways
For he will give you something tomorrow
And take something away today.
All that he gives, is in his plans
To see the faith that you have inside
And if you search and try to find.
All the answers lie within ourselves
Just like the emotions, in our hearts it dwells.
The LORD said: SEEK AND YE SHALL FIND
For the answers come at the right place and time.
So the LORD took away his pains and cleared his mind
And showed him that patience is a virtue
That we all have inside, and that it may tend to hide.
Now he is back on track, and he does not
Allow the negativity to attack.
He now walks with a smile on his face
For he was touched with GODS grace.
And if you was to ask him why?
He will say: SEEK AND YE SHALL FIND
poem by Louis Rams
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This Has Been Their Lives
Choosing to accept things as they are in isolation...
Enhances one's desperation,
To separate in misunderstanding.
When things 'controlled' get out of hand.
It becomes difficult for them to comprehend,
Others more powerful,
Have use misguided power over them.
Choosing to be set in ways,
With lessons taught as lessons to stay.
This stubbornness unresisted decays.
And those who insist,
This self centeredness should persist.
Will discover themselves living deeper in conflict.
As truth and its reality continues to drift away.
Leaving those with values of fading substance...
To become left in darkness.
And feeling much betrayed.
As light shows deceptions they embraced.
More and more they fear!
With no escaping from it near.
Since this has been their lives endeared!
And these standards now fast erasing...
They have kept in place.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Now Of Your Choosing
You can't accept my life is mine
And that those with whom i spend my time
Are now not of your choosing.
You can't accept that different ways
And different ways of spending days
Are not now of your choosing.
You can't accept its not a war
Not like it was those times before
And no-one now is losing.
poem by David Keig
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Crouching Creature
I am a Crouching Creature
bounded by Circumstance
and Choices I've made.
I pound against
the Circumstantial Wall
and I choose to bloody
my own fists against it all
but defiant
I will not relent
and measure this
as my commitment
to fight these chains.
Choosing in life
and family
in the world and my
career
is bounded by my iron Circumstances.
Where does my Circumstance live
and how can I circumvent
its boundaries?
Can I move?
Can I melt into some one's else's
Circumstance?
Will I in choosing
merely replicate
old choices
and old Circumstance?
I must I tell my self:
break away from me
and my choosing
to the extent
these choices make
my old and new
Circumstances endlessly repeating.
.
Yet, I hope somehow
with magical bent
to break that wall.
What do you think?
Will I succeed?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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So Called Story
Harsh words,
spillling over,
warning the loving daughter.
Hurtful words,
telling the daughter
a one-sided story,
of a tale of deception.
Mother did wrong,
by blaming the father.
By pinning it all on
the new victim of his love.
Choosing to leave the daughter,
Choosing to leave the mother,
Choosing to leave the dear family behind him.
Moving on with a new life
to start again.
Forgetting all that was
Such a sad story to tell the daughter
who never wanted to know.
The secrets behind the new loving family.
Never knowing the truth.
This so called story
is all she now knows.
of the ending of times
between mother and father.
poem by Nicole Gehrman
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Not Into Game Play
Not into game play.
Not even 'if' I sense it with,
A new arrival.
Someone who elects to question,
From hidden places.
To play hide and seek.
Not me.
I am not into game play.
Not today when times are the way they are.
Not with adults who like to keep their lives,
Disguised while they decide to moralize and criticize.
Not when my peace of mind is at stake.
Not into game play.
Not at all.
Even 'if' I should sense it beginning.
With someone fresh.
But choosing to have me jump through hoops.
To see how far they can get.
Before they notice it...
I have left!
I am not into game play.
Not me.
Not today!
Not that way.
Not for me anyway.
At least not like that.
Not to sit and listen to tit for tat tales.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indecision
Choosing one with greater benefits
This may be one of your exit
But if you look at the other side
This is the loss of your inheritance
Seems that you have to decide
You may not sleep tonight
You are in a deep confusion
This case needs a tough decision
poem by Rose de Ramar
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On Foreign Shores
An erasing to escape the past eight years,
Can not be done.
And the accusations from those stunned,
By that which has happened...
Has them choosing to ignore it.
Although in silence they abhor,
The atrociousness.
Lost in divisions.
Masked in indecision.
And pretensed!
Like a deck of cards that have been marked...
They now feel past distractions,
Have been stacked against them.
And no ego boost...
Can reduce their fears.
Used and disgraced in places they frequent.
Finding themselves in dark corners to hide.
Disgust and shame they wish to deny.
But the agonies they carry...
Can not from them slip and slide away.
Betrayed,
And led down the dead end road of sorrow.
To claim those they 'should' blame for this...
Are terrorists who fight amongst themselves,
On foreign shores!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Empower It With Concern?
When something isn't...
Why empower it with concern?
What lesson is there learned,
By choosing to discuss...
The 'what ifs'.
As if those 'what ifs' breathe and exist!
When something isn't...
Why empower it with concern?
What lesson is there learned,
By choosing to discuss...
The 'what ifs'.
As if those 'what ifs' breathe and exist!
And the next step we need to take...
Is to select someone qualified,
To monitor our decisions and babysit!
And that time spent doing this...
Has been wasted like devalued dollars,
We struggle to find ways to throw away...
Or burn.
With no regard and less concern.
And that is the headache we've lived to earn.
Too many are already confused in creating solutions.
All we need to do,
Is to commit ourselves to have nothing to do with it.
Already you look relieved!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Game Of Life
I play this game every day
I don’t need smarts or wisdom
I can be rich or poor
I can be a queen or a homeless
I can live in a castle or live on the streets
it’s all of my choosing
I hop from rock to rock
afraid of drowning
I can come across
bumpy rocks that are hard to cross
or
smooth rocks that I walk across
I could give up when a hard to climb rock comes along
or
I could fight until I get to the top
I could create my own person as I grow
or
let someone do it for me
it’s all in my choosing
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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