Smart With A Huge Ego
If one always holds on
How can ever they let go.
So absorbed in the past.
You speak of it is of the here and now
Tic toc the time goes
Look I'm not wearing any cloths
A free spirit in many ways.
With every insecurity of you speak.
I just grow stronger.
Not worried by the flurry of intentional attacks
It was not apology.
But a mere respect of your rights
As a user
As a abuser
As a confuser
As a loser
Whatever the affliction
Or addiction you must let go.
A grudge is evil sludge
An I want none of it.
I pick my battles as you do
Your arrogance gets the best of you.
It your weakness.
Just as it is mine.
The only difference is it doesn't consume me.
Eaten alive by your own vanity
It shows the ugly creature inside you.
Some would say monster
But your are not.
Your smart with a very huge ego.
So just let go.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Related quotes
Brethren
BRETHREN; if a man be at fault
Ye which are spiritual restore such
In the spirit of meekness; consider yourself
Lest ye be tempted much.
BRETHREN; speak not evil one of another
For in this your brother you judge
And speak evil of the law -
But love will not bear a grudge.
BRETHREN; finally I say,
'Be ye all of one mind
having compassion one of another
be pitiful, courteous and kind'
Ephesians 6: 1-9
poem by Richard Merrell
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Thought Of This As part Of A Normalness
Unrecognizable by the doers,
But their actions to discourage happiness...
In their attacks of it,
Shows.
An addiction that should sicken,
Doesn't for those who crave.
Generations have been 'fixed' on hate.
And this is apparent to leave little debate.
Unrecognizable by the doers,
But their actions to discourage happiness...
In their attacks of it,
Shows.
And thought of this as part of a normalness,
Are the children of this exposed...
Wherever those children grow,
To influence by teaching what it is they know!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A silence
Silence may not be weakness
it may not be strictness too
it may speak in voumes
may be smeltt like perfumes
it is said and not done
battles are lost and not won
it has been only dreams
shrouded with only illusions
you may not be able to speak truth
you might have lacked the strength and prooof
this may turn hurdle in your approach
you may not have strength in your speech
When dreams are not realized?
You may may soon be marginalized
You will be feeling helplessness
It may create insecurity and bittterness
You need not grieve
You got to stand up and believe
It is not your day today
Find some alternative and suitable way
Speak out the truth in simple way
It may drag any worry miles awat
You mar realise the power of speech
It may be there within your reach
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Let Them Think (Distraction)
Let them think
I’m not more than a smiling statue
Let them say
I’m just a shallow beauty
That so easy to be swept by world current
When inside I analyze everything
And laugh to the fool around me
Let them think
I’m a weak fragile creature
Let them speak
I’m too useless to be consider as obstacle
And not dangerous enough to be watched
When inside I steady my pace
To sneak and reach my goal
Let them think
I’m just a crazy unstable child
Let them discuss
I should go on therapy
When they actually doesn’t really understand or care about me
But inside my emotion is clearer and stronger than anyone
And I could decide which wrong or right
Let them think
I’m a stupid loyal subordinate
Let them treat
It doesn’t matter if I’m not exist
And made only to follow order
When inside I’m an opportunist monster
That hold every their little dirty secret
To use it for my own
Let them think
I’m a naïve innocent girl
Let them point
They dislike me because I never taste the difficulty
Because I never face the cruel world
When inside the dark has lived in my heart
And behind the mask that never cracked
I enjoy that
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Speeeeeech!
does it make difference you speak in front of many people or alone
does it make difference you speech in historic place or in your toilet
does it make difference you are charismatic leader or unknown beggar from streetside
it makes difference you speak to clash conflict or for better world
it makes difference you speech bonded by past or to move forward
it makes difference you depend by fact or just soap service
does it make difference you read from text or speak fluently
does it make difference you speech in busy market or deserted mountain
does it make difference you write words yourself or scrap it from books and paper
it makes difference everybody exitedly listens or sleeps peacefully on their seats
it makes difference you have freedom to speak or prisoned by intimidation
it makes difference it gives effect or just a long boring speech
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Excess Baggage
Well I know the words, but I cant really speak them
To you
And I hide all the pain that Ive gained with my wisdom
From you
And Im eaten alive, by what I hold inside
All the things that I live with I cant easily hide
And Im left here with nothing, nothing to live for
But you
Its not easy to hide
All this damage inside
Ill carry you with me
Until Im not alive
When you look at my face, does it seem just as ugly?
To you?
I cant seem to erase all the scars I have lived with
From you
Im so sick of this place
This taste in my mouth
Cause of you I cant figure what Im all about
And Im left here with nothing, nothing to live for
But you
Its not easy to hide
All this damage inside
Ill carry you with me
til Im not alive
song performed by by Staind
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Black Rain
Well, I know the words,
But I cant really speak them,
To you.
And I hide all the pain,
That Ive gained with my wisdom,
From you.
And Im eaten alive,
By what I hold inside.
All the things that I live with,
I cant easily hide.
And Im left here with nothing,
Nothing to live for;
But you.
Its not easy to hide,
All this damage inside.
And Ill carry it with me,
Until Im not alive.
When you look at my face,
Does it seem just as ugly,
To you?
And I cant seem to erase,
All the scars I have lived with,
From you.
Im so sick of this place,
And this taste in my mouth.
Cause of you I cant figure,
What Im all about.
And Im left here with nothing,
Nothing to live for but you.
Its not easy to hide,
All this damage inside.
Ill carry it with me,
til Im not alive
song performed by by Staind
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A Dark Path
When raindrops hit the grey floor,
we all mythyfied the truth for a purpose that really go,
but the beginning is a contradictory lie to the end.
in the contest, a girl looked me straight in the eyes,
everytime i go there she doesn't even blink,
speak no evil paper clipped her mouth
so she doesn't even smile!
i made time to giggle at her shadow,
but the shadow stood still,
'till inner voices vociferated within me!
'when embattled with evil you fought it by another evil'
i answered'that's because good wouldn't match'
so how can i not speak evil?
poem by Mpho Leteng
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Caution
Same place, same time;
You have the right to speak out your mind,
Like a flying bird with hope.
Same place, same time;
You have the righrt to speak out but,
Do watch what you speak and how you say it.
In this life,
You have to choose your friends from your heart;
But don't let them choose you!
Many may not be what they say they are,
But, what is the society up to when we do lack love?
Don't forget your past and your identity;
For we all have to learn as we grow.
Same place, same time;
Like letters posted but with no reply,
Because many are yet to learn about life.
Respect is earned by those who deserve it,
Like applications written with no jobs at hand;
But to whom the bell tolls, this poem do speak to as well.
The snake does inherit poison from its mother,
And whatever is conceived in the night must be exposed in the light.
What is he society up to?
Because the smoke and the rabbit had never been friends!
In this world,
Who you are doesn't matter much;
But, what you are!
Because, no matter how high the eagle soars,
It must come back to the earth.
You have the right to speak but,
Do watch what you speak and how you say it;
Because, the worm that eats the vegetable is,
Behind the vegetable leave itself.
Caution!
With words so anew from a bard;
Like a fight between the cat and the snake.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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(Personality Poem) A Attacking Angry Voice
The man who won't stop
Like an addiction, a self centered affliction.
I think he might just like hearing himself talk.
Someone please suggest that he needs to keep his mouth shut.
Over the hill tops
Under the roof tops
His voice echos.
Forever words chasing me down.
Attacking till I fall to the ground.
Just let me get up.
Give me a chance.
Before you say, you say.
You're a loser.
You're dilluted.
So shallow and ugly.
From the outside in.
Hell hasn't seen the likes of you yet.
Here's my anger on a plate.
Enjoy, and please try to destroy.
Anyway just to feel a little better on the inside.
Driving the nails into a very shaken mans coffin.
Bury me now.
You already dug the hole.
With blood and sweat.
I really believe every word you met.
Please say it again
It was just not enough.
Think you got it tough.
Poor you, here you want a tissue.
Excuse after excuse.
Just let it all lose.
The man who won't stop
Like an addiction, a self centered affliction.
I think he might just like hearing himself talk.
Someone please suggest that he needs to keep his mouth shut.
Over the hill tops
Under the roof tops
His voice echos.
Forever words chasing me down.
Attacking till I fall to the ground.
Just let me get up.
Give me a chance.
Before you say, you say.
You're a loser.
You're dilluted.
So shallow and ugly.
From the outside in.
Hell hasn't seen the likes of you yet.
Here's my anger on a plate.
Enjoy, and please do try to destroy.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Same Story, The same History
...and so the same story is told
the same history is made....
why always speak of descrimination
why always speak of war
why always speak of class
why always speak of injustice
why always speak of poverty
why always speak of rebellion....
why not speak of equality
why not speak of peace
why not speak of respect
why not speak of wisdom
why not speak of production
why not speak of working together...
...and so the same story is told
the same history is made.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Does God Speak to Everyone?
No, my friends...
I’m afraid he doesn’t
At least he never has
to me
When I needed him most
he was like a ghost
At least as far
that I could see
When my soul was aching
and my heart was breaking
And my daughter was slipping
Away from me
With my hand on her brow
I said, “Lord, the time is now”
To either keep her here…
Or set her free
The silence was deafening
In response to my plea
So, Blue eyes… I’m afraid he doesn’t…
At least he didn’t… speak to me
And since that fateful day
I guess that you could say
maybe God and I, we both agreed…
at least tacitly
That since he didn’t speak then
and still does not speak to me today
That he’ll only speak to everyone…
Everyone but me
poem by David Whalen
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Monster you so call
You think im a monster
you think im no good
but under this monster is a creature
under this creature..there is a future
and that future had a past
and that past wasnt pleasent
my past made me into this monster
this monster is living the past
this creature is living the future
poem by Bobby Butterfield
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Soon It's Yourself You Will Hate
Never be afraid to say sorry,
Though it's only a five letter word,
Not to admit it when you're in the wrong,
Can only be classed as absurd.
Doing so can bring all of you so much relief,
In being sorry there's joy to be found,
Not to can lead you to serious grief,
When you discover they're no longer around.
Make sure you look before you leap,
The secret's to admit when you're wrong,
Refusing to acknowledge this will just cause affray,
Saying sorry shows others you're strong.
An apology can make you feel better,
You will soon be back on your feet,
The one whose been wronged will be happy,
You'll be working from a clean sheet.
On saying sorry there is no limit of time,
Be it a minute or a number of years,
It will set you up for a sunnier clime,
Then rid you of the need for more tears.
Never go to sleep on an argument,
It will cause you such terrible stress,
You'll just lie awake all night long,
Thinking, I created this mess.
Hindsight it's said is that wonderful thing,
Problem is it's all in the past,
Apologise and see what the future will bring,
It can make a relationship last.
If you're in the wrong please be honest,
To all concerned you must make amends,
If you don't it will just lie and fester,
That's how a relationship ends.
Never let pride blind your decision,
If you've erred then accept you're to blame,
Word your apology with precision,
Or it's you who'll be left feeling shame.
Saying sorry is never a weakness,
It shows others you are fully aware,
When you're at fault you'll admit it,
This shows others just how much you care.
Make your apology free from all pretence,
Not to is so insincere,
For trying to deceive there'll be no defence,
The consequences could cost you dear.
To err is human to forgive is divine,
Saying sorry is the right thing to do,
What it takes is courage and respect,
It allows everyone to start life anew.
If there's an apology you need to make,
Do it now before it's too late,
By refusing to it's not just yourself you forsake,
'' Soon It's Yourself You Will Hate ‘'
Monster Of The Sea
The monster of the sea once more rears her ugly head
She rushes in once more to terrorize, to drink the blood of the dead
Will totally envelop all within her her reach, she stays till all is gone
Washing into the sea all life, winds howling her horror song
We prepare for her but then she comes sea lashing out to all
We run and hide and cower into the corners knowing we might fall
She lashes out for hours, washing out to sea everything within her reach
We pick up all the pieces, but she'll come again we teach
In this fight with this monster, we know she wins
But maybe we have time, once more before her ugly head spins
We will rebuild all that's lost, the lives can't be reclaimed
But this time Ike will be this monster's name
So don't build on the coast, she 'll sneak up on you again
Next time it might be you when she starts to spin
Swallowed up by the deep blue sea
One thing I know for sure is it won't be me!
By Dogs4donna
© 2008 Dogs4donna (All rights reserved)
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Once
Once a cheater always a cheat
While living a life just to deceive
To practice fraud, which no-one will applaud
And the truth no one will ever believe.
To be unfaithful or to go astray
Being a crook each and every day
Trying to evade, and then to escape
The evil tricks that you have made.
Once a liar always a liar
Dishonesty will become your empire
Your words will become colder, when you become older
And your only warmth will be hells fire.
The truth it will become your enemy
The words you speak will be your seeds
Truthfulness will be your foe, as your history will unfold
Then your words will be hewed away like weeds.
Once a user always a user
Then later on to become an abuser
That will be yourself, unto you and everyone else
Then lastly you will become a looser.
You take from anyone all you can
Whether they be either woman or man
You think you deserve, what they have earned
And for no one do you ever give a damn.
Once a thief always a thief
Bringing nothing but worries and its grief
To take what is not yours, your dignity is the lure
As dishonesty is all that you do seek.
You take and steal what you do not own
While believing it is yours and yours alone
Though you have no regret, and your never upset
But someday for your thievery you will atone.
Once a whore always a whore
Could any man or I say anymore
Giving away your dignity, with no shame or pity
As you always move to another mans door.
Your soul and body it will become stale
As on the marketplace you put your soul up for sale
But you have no regret, from the men you have kept
Maybe someday they too will hear your conscience wail.
Once a woman you once were
At least that is what I once had heard
You had virtue and pride, and dignity deep inside
But to all now that seems so absurd.
They say it was so very long ago
With a different person inside of you did grow
When you were devout, and sins you did with out
But that was before the real you we did know.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Hollow Be Thy Poets Name
when they speak of monster that is me
in every metaphor as they speak
an ugly monster with a beautiful of soul
angry ashamed and in love all at the same time
knowing not what to do
I'm so confused
I've have heard the saying 'what do have you lose'
But do you know how deep I bury this?
It's kept under lock and key constantly
Like one of my deepest darkest secrets
If only I could shed this layer skin
Then I could be that real man you've always wanted
So I go on wanting and forever hurting
In my poems converting every feeling into faces and places
Everyone is about you in someway
Yeah pieces of you lie everywhere
Yeah even still I care
Hollow be thy poets name
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Cry of a poor kids
why us only
is it where our parents stomped
is ti that God doesnt love them
is that we are so ugly
where ever we go people say we are mad
but thats not a way to treat us
we never wanted to be like this at all
it just a coincedence
listen to us cry
we beg at least you help our families
instead you say we are pick pockets
while we are not at all
do not judge us by our cloths
you should consider our heart
all the pain we consume everyday
as you live hapily
hear our cry
poem by Tanaka Chirombo
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Wasteland
Can you see us now were on our own
And every chance has just come and just gone
Now it looks so dark and so cold
Think of the minds we sold
Wed better speak now
Wed better speak now
Wed better speak now
Wed better speak now
I can remember things that looked so bright
And I could talk to you without all this spite
Can you picture all thats past
Does your face deform so fast
Wed better speak now
Wed better speak now
Wed better speak now
Wed better speak now
'cause when I stop and look into your head
I think of all the things that you said
When I look up into your eyes
I see the creature that I despise
Kill now
Kill now
Kill now
Kill now
Can you see us now were on our own
And every chance has just come and gone
Ive been wrong but youve been unkind
Theres so much more that I cant find
Wasteland
Wasteland
Wasteland...
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Evil Blind
He spoke audibly
John the baptist heard Him
So did the multitude
He is alive
In my heart
He is alive
In heaven real
Speak Lord
Let us hear
Your voice again
Speak through thunder
Through lightening speak
With your voice
Make dead men rise
And with the wind
Your spirit felt
Come down again
On earth we plea
In your presence
Evil blind
Touch us
With your love sublime
Your strength
And power we seek
Keep us
Strong tower
Eternally
O King make Satan mute
Break his frame
His kingdom destitute
(12/3/09)
poem by Buxton Shippy
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