Attitude
a human value,
reflexis the inner
esteem of heart and
leads the immortal soul to
act, refined constantly to become
a...... habit
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Habit
Habit
I'm not going back the fact of bring in place with temptation all around, that shakes my body thee expressions on my face I don't won't to touch and taste but I do it anyway.Â
Can I say,
conviction took place on my inside and I'm feeling a little weak and I close my eyes to take sneak peek wants again at my habit. That stands in front it's like kryptonite crippling me, my heart and soul saying no, my flash saying yes! ! ! ! ! I need some help to get out of this mess my habit.
It became  a test I was about to fell I was under it's  spell to become slave to what I see, that habit that be calling me.
poem by Clarence Williams
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Tender Heart (Puzzle Pieces Of Me)
Tender Heart.
Bashful Heart.
Healing Heart.
Sensitive Heart.
Intelligent mind.
Compassionate mind.
Compulsive mind.
Cognizant mind.
Curious soul.
Weary soul.
Passionate soul.
'I-still-feel-like-I'm-6-years-old' soul.
Heart.
mind.
soul.
Puzzle pieces of me.
Sometimes jumbled and
messy
and
sometimes neat and
refined.
But all are still me.
Some pieces
just seem
a little more
socially acceptable,
perhaps.
poem by Julie A Smith
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In God's Horizon
it is in God's horizon that all are equal, regardless, of faith, sex, religion, race, even in our decision of where to end our lives our belief, has always been there to reminds the, thirsts of our soul, to a dream of dreams and a hope against hope, that this journey is worth to
live by
the immortal of soul is the only key we hold, Â to reach what is life everlasting, what we are today is not what we will bring us in life after death, it is our heart, our faith, our being one, our genuineness of belief, that would leads us to the beginning of life
the trust in our soul, woven with forgiveness, weaken God's wrath, that the harmony of a sinner and the giver of life, all things will be judged accordingly, in God's mercy, witness by our very own soul, when time has come to an end, death is certain and life final direction is on the horizon, be sure that in the moment of silence, whisper your soul that, in your heart
..... ' your happy in the company of angels singing hymn of praise with God of which you know Him '... in your soul and want to live through out Eternity.... in God's Horizon
poem by Antonio Liao
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Constantly
All day Im walking in a dream
I think about you constantly
Just like an ever flowing stream
Your memory haunts me constantly
Shadows fall and I try to drive you from my mind
So youre no longer near to me
But my heart sees you there with me
Every sunset you share with me
The rain that patterns throu the tree reminds
Me of you constantly
Your name is whispered by the breeze and love birds
Bring your song to me
Just as same as each star keeps burning
In the sky your flame will stay a flame in me
A flame that burns so bright
Not only throu the night
But constantly
Thro we may be_apart
Youre constantly deep in my heart
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Poetry is immortal
Poetry is immortal
yet so is the oracle
but poetry is no prophecy
it is energy from an inner sanctuary
one filled with creativity and imagery
yes poetry is immortal
it dives through any portal
whether it be mind, heart or soul
it slides through like a pole
poetry is everything and nothing
it is brilliant and disgusting
but it is still poetry
a magic that is everlasting
one that is never passing
it is a miracle
poetry is immortal
poem by Adens Kamwi
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Optical illusion
eyes see everything what the heart feels, for
only the eyes tell the meaning of the heart, nay
the soul reveals what the heart defines that
the window of the soul, is the illusion of the eyes
all, that is described of the eyes, would mean, so
real and true, yet! illusion, sway the truth that all
is just a beginning of everything, a deception that
leads us to nothing
as life believe on something, which touches human
experiences, and the struggle to win, every feeling to
see the meaning of what is real, the emotion fills
the heart, that defines the significance of life
eyes satisfy the inner value of the heart, but the
soul purified the incense of the immortality of eternity,
all that we have seen, create something that may
brings us to blindness of the gift of life
an illusion of optical lens that break us into a pieces of
broken heart, an array of souls into a limbo of nowhere
to live, a place of every nuts cross between fingers, a
darkest moment in our soul
leave no doubt in our hearts, open your soul, don't let
your chance to allure, what the eyes see, rather take the
best in you, feel it in your heart and let the soul surf the
excellent of what is meaningful in your life
move on..... never give up.... your heart can find it......
poem by Antonio Liao
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I will be your eyes.......
until the final hour will come to close the dawning
sky i will be the eyes that see the wonderful scenery of our
hearts and offer thee the beaconing soul of thirst for you
and me
build the mighty kingdom of my immortal freedom,
reach the zooming mind of light to conquer the heart that
calls, the shadow of the past and learn to accept that the
dream you touch comes from my magical spell of vanity of
words that captures the endless passion of loving you
till the sun will shine and as the blood run from the
eternal soul of my precious being, the stream of sea dropp of
salt wonder the illusion of taste in your thought, never give
up, it’s just a beginning to unlock the oracle of time that you
will always be in my side
pick it up; your time will just come in a sudden moment,
like a flap of a wings of an angel, wondering to settle down
in the most comfortable fly in the horizon of dream, where
nest of eggs waited the warm up feathers of thy mother's
hug
leads me to face the vacuum of my humble vision and
guide my lonely heart to make it pure, in your timeless love
of care, as you hide away of where my immortal soul stay for
eternity
lean me your heart and hear that the night does not fall my
dear it is only your eyes that close
poem by Antonio Liao
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Plasticine
Beauty lies inside the eye of another youthful dream
That doesnt sell its soul for self-esteem
Thats not plasticine
Beauty lies inside desire and every wayward heart redeemed
That doesnt sell its soul for self-esteem
Thats not plasticine
Dont forget to be the way you are (x4)
The only thing you can rely on is that you cant rely on anything
Dont go and sell your soul for self-esteem
Dont be plasticine
Dont forget to be the way you are (x4)
And dont forget to be the way you are (x4)
The way you are...
song performed by by Placebo
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Change Of Habit
(words & music by b. kaye - b. weisman)
If youre in old habits
Set in your old ways
Changes are a-comin
For these are changing days
And if your head is in the sand
While things are goin on
What you need, what you need,
What you need is a change of habit
Now if youre in the habit
To let your temper fly
When you talk with people
Who dont see eye to eye
And if you dont believe it
Theres a newer world ahead
What you need, what you need,
What you need is a change of habit
A change of habit, a change of outlook
A change of heart, youll be all right
The halls of darkness
Have doors that open
Its never too late
To see the light
So if youre in the habit
Of putting people down
Just because theyre different
From the wrong side of town
Well, dont count on any medals son
Theyre pinning none on you
What you need, what you need,
What you need is a change of habit
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Her Only Bad Habit Is Me
We walk hand in hand
through our world today.
We will walk that way forever,
if bad habits don’t get in the way.
Now she has only one bad habit,
and that habit is me.
If I do something wrong,
she does not see my failing there.
She would rather go on loving,
the man she chose to care.
Now my bad habit shine like a beckon,
but she does not really care.
So though we wander with love,
through to the sunset somewhere.
I think of how lucky I am,
with everything I see.
So glad she has only one bad habit,
and that habit is me.
14 June 2007
poem by David Harris
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Christianlty
reveals the great religion of Hope, the fountain of faith,
rising from the ghetto of the reveling grip of death; hurt
yet not dismay for the indulge grace conquer the sting
and Fangs of burning flesh, you may
yell! purifying soul, the heaven’s gate calls for you,
recall the day of nothing but faith you show, not off the
unpleasing does and not done, that sway the Lord thy God
in your heart, the soul regret
raise immortal grace, cover and hold the teary soul in the
cherish words of the lasting flame awaits, the burden yoke
breaks the weight that load each day to the path of eternal
flame of thy breaking soul, the line of destiny’s fall
may the falling sweat tears turn to sweeten home of melodic
songs of victory vested, through out eternity of a wonderful
sky of heaven best; the gorgeous moment that leads to the
promise dawn of a beautiful morning of each passing days.
do the knees that prayed
rejoice the dear Lord, the Christ, the anointed, the King of
Kings, the beginning of salvation and the hope of immortal
destiny of thy soul, have come and live with us, until breathe
comes no more in the fading shore of hope
let be every soul walk with Faith in Jesus Christ thy God ….
poem by Antonio Liao
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Song of the wind
my heart awake, to the sweet chime
of echo of the wind, a calling that
flattered my being one, who waits the
dawning sunset of the beginning of a
new star beneath the twilight of
the horizon of the sky and sea
be it done my heart, let my whispering heart
listen to the cooled sound breeze that alluded
my soul to ride into the deep slumber of
joy, a joy that brings me to your crystal beauty of
eternity
oh! let the lilies that bloom lives in the oasis
of the wilderness of happiness and the magic
of incantation lives in your heart, where my
life i entrusted you so long to listen you forever
thy emptiness shadow of the past, lingers
on the day where you were born in my memories,
your inspiration comes to shelter my infinite
call to live in my heart till it ends
be my wind, a call that brings me to place of illusion
where my immortal soul await your everlasting
echo of song....... leads me........ to a place where
you want me to rest......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Written words
Written words
~
Where the written words
Depict the heart itself
How can it fail to touch the soul
The beauty of language
In the expression of thought
Is the unbound creation
Within us all
It is know as humane beauty
The life breath
A belief in a dream
Immortal and thought filled
Alive upon the page
There the written word exists
Reflecting the world
Depicting the heart itself
How can it fail to touch
A human soul
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Men do Cry
the closeness of one self, push every twinkling eyes
to dropp tears, falling into the midst of wilderness, like
a wave in the barren ocean of merciless current, leaving
the inner self to the dungeon hell of shame
as droplets of sweat capture the emotional disclosure
of human feeling; where the heart stop and the mind
mingle, taking the most unconventional strategies to fight
back, wondering the solitude of time….in a state of a limbo
Pour all the wonderful moment of time, yet! It goes no
more, everything has its own answer to quell, the danger
of nothingness, every pieces lost and loose its significance
the value of one own esteem and prestige
men do cried, in a very unforgettable manhood, a mixture
of essential honor of one own dream of being a man, the
acceptance that not all can stand and survive, an answer of
shame than suicide, amidst compulsion of shame of its
own dignity
a trembling flesh, scratches its wound of no cure, settle in
the inner chamber of every man’s heart, a pride lives in the
soul, that only death can suffice, the mystical esteem of
pride in every human existence
let it flow, droplets of tear comfort me in your own special
way, open thy heart that sorrow and give the soul that thirst
of the sparkling tears of shame
here I am, take my tear and cried no more, satisfied your
honor and drink the dry happiness then, come touch me not,
and I will be true……
' a poem dedicated to Junbert Abog who return
gracefully to the Father's Home in heaven '
poem by Antonio Liao
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From Hopelessness to Hope By: Cay Thorne
Some people have a lot of hope
Some have a little hope in their lives
Some have just a good moment of hope to live on
Some just don’t believe in hope
In war there is hope
Hope for peace and love between everyone
Peace for all weapons of man to be destroyed
Which starts wars and hatred
Hope equals opportunities
Opportunities that starts with courage
Courage that begins with self esteem
Self esteem that begins with confidence
Confidence in self begins with hope
Hope begins with self love
Love begins with self confidence
Self confidence that begins with kindness
Kindness is a key to love
Love is hope within your life
Life without love is hopeless
No matter the size or quality
Of love given and received
Life with self doubt
Is an unhealthy life
A life full of hopelessness
A hopelessness that can destroy
A disaster that can end a perfect strong life
Full of love faith and hope
A life which isn’t full of demons and fears
Demons and fears that eat;
That eats at your very soul
Like an inoperable cancer
A soul which can be purer;
Purer by faith and love
That leads to self confidence
Within which leads to high self esteem
A self esteem that equals God’s
God’s never ending faith and love for you
God’s belief in you is worthy;
Worthy of total happiness and love
Happiness which destroys hatred
Hatred that can cause self destruction
Destruction on all levels of self
Only way to conquer self destruction
Is by having love, peace and faith in yourself
Faith in your self to change no matter the size
Peace to guard you through hard times
Love is a beacon of God’s belief and trust in you
Kindness that destroys all self-hopelessness.
A hopeless world can cause war
War causes death of self belief within yourself
The only way to cure
This unwanted monster
On hopelessness is yourself
Is to believe in love, faith and peace
And in a major thing within God
Which we find peace, faith, love and hope
For all mankind, animals and everything on Earth
Hope from God kills hopelessness
Its up to us with God’s help
To destroy our own hopelessness
In every single aspect of ourselves.
poem by Cay Thorne
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Spasmolytic
Kicking the (kickin')...habit (2x)
K... K.. Kicking the...habit (3x)
Making time in a low rent high-rise
Downtown!
Downtown... (11x)
Kicking the...habit (4x)
Kicking the (kickin')...habit (4x)
Downtown (8x)
Swirling tastes phornicate rotted meat (2x)
Rotted meat... (8x)
She sits alone in the worry she's created (2x)
In the worry she's created...
Kicking the...habit (4x)
K...K..Kicking the...habit (2x)
Kicking the...habit (8x)
Kickin the habit (2x)
Kicking the (kickin')...habit
Kickin the habit (2x)
No!
song performed by by Deftones
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The Two Most Precious Gifts
I would wait for you
for as long as I can,
for as long as I live,
if I can live without you?
I would give you
love and time.
The two most precious, priceless,
God given gifts of all.
My love will shine forth,
as vibrant rays encompassing pure joy;
like a refined radiant golden light,
in your desired destined, divine heart Louise.
My love will give you heartfelt healing peace,
release, from tormented unbidden memories;
set you spiritually, emotionally lovingly free;
to be with me, whenever you think of me, my love.
I will wait ten, ten
or twenty years, for exalted thee.
Then finally, at constantly longed for legendary end;
of this tortuous, horrible Homeric Odyssey;
when my pain felt, labours, journeys;
that time consumingly, I would preform begrudgingly;
as I wait wearied, in quest, in search, ardently for long lost thee;
are finally fulfilled; lovingly, exhaustingly.
When you, my love, are free
to marry impatient me.
If you still want, long suffering me,
that old grey beard,
that if I survive; I shall be;
then I will finally be with thee?
Until fatal moment my beating heart
shall cease pumping, within immortalized me,
but my soul shall dwell constantly with thee,
throughout all those hallowed ages of eternity.
I love you
more than life.
I love you Louise.
For you are my life.
I know you
as I know my own soul.
For you encompass
an incomplete;
missing mated merry half,
of my long separated, suffering soul.
I would give you
mated emeralds and diamonds;
to magically enhance
spiritual splendour and soft sparkle
that shines through
your magnetic eyes; mirroring your sought wondrous soul.
I love you
more than life.
I love you Louise.
For you are my life.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Esteem must be founded on preference: to hold everyone in high esteem is to esteem nothing.
I believe in an immortal soul. Science has proved that nothing disintegrates into nothingness. Life and soul, therefore, cannot disintegrate into nothingness, and so are immortal.
quote by Wernher Magnus Maximilian von Braun
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