It wasn't only wickedness and scheming that made people unhappy, it was confusion and misunderstanding; above all, it was the failure to grasp the simple truth that other people are as real as you.
Ian McEwan in Atonement
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The World Is In Pain
This world was once as bright as gold
With happy people young and old
But then as the people tell
To the evil goodness began to sell
The world wasn’t as bad as it is
With people’s tears coming out as rain
It wasn’t filled with darkness
It wasn’t like today - The World Is In Pain
And as the darkness began to prevail
So says the story tellers tale
From bad to worse, and worse to worst
It felt as if the whole world would burst
The world wasn’t filled with all sorts of crimes
With all the people going insane
The world wasn’t filled with killers and bandits
It wasn’t like today - The World Is In Pain
Now evil is ruling and angels are dieing
No truth is there and the people are lying
And as the truth is overpowered by lie
Over all places the dark clouds fly
The world wasn’t filled with lies
With search of truth ending in vain
The world wasn’t filled with darkness
It wasn’t like today - The World Is In Pain
poem by Vidushi Khera
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Fat Fed Leeching People
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is less from them to give!
A me-me-I-I society...
Hooked on feeding greed.
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is a leaner 'truth'
To soothe their whims.
Fat fed leeching people,
Poisoned to feed.
Don't understand,
Their demands are fading.
Fat fed leeching people,
Have been led to believe...
Deceptions and lies,
Reflect their real lives.
What they 'really' want?
A more greedier life to live.
What they 'really' hunger for?
Is a less 'truth' than that 'truth'...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
AND,
Poisoned to feed...
On a less 'truth'
Than that truth...
Really IS!
AND,
Poisoned to feed...
On a less 'truth'
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
AND,
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
AND,
Fat fed leeching people...
Will keep eating,
What's been fed to them.
UNTIL...
The end!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
Fat fed leeching people,
Want a less truth,
Than that truth...
Really IS!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not many people are willing to give failure a second opportunity. They fail once and it is all over. The bitter pill of failure is often more than most people can handle. If you are willing to accept failure and learn from it, if you are willing to consider failure as a blessing in disguise and bounce back, you have got the essential of harnessing one of the most powerful success forces.
quote by Joseph Sugarman
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Another Person
Another person died
Murder murder
A mother had cried
They sent her baby to the burner
There's no way to hide
This genocide is eternal
I would've been lying if I had said it never hurts
Open your eyes
Another person in a box
Blood flooded the streets like jealousy on the block
Outlines in chalk in every place you try and walk
Say it's out of control
A close community now bitter and cold
And wasn't hip to packing weapons but the fear made them bold
Corrupt cops in the streets
Activists get the heat
Anyone who speaks against this ended up being decease
As if the people could escape but rather stay in the grief
But see the truth is everyone is trying to eat
Can't be at peace with people trying to pull you down
Like they've made a mistake for trying to play on even ground
Made to think they we're meant to be out casted and inferior
And some know the truth but other people rarely hear them
poem by Dexsta Ray
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I see something wrong
Some people care about,
you.
Some people don't care
Would people listen to,
our lies?
Why are people abused
I see something wrong
There are pretty people
There ugly people
People play
People talk
I'm tired of people messing,
With me.
I guess people hate the truth
Some people are bad
Some people care
Others don't
Why do people cry?
This is life
I don't understand
Some people like to talk
Some people like to walk
Why people argue over nothing?
People act crazy
Why are people always cheating?
People that are lost
I admire people that have respect,
for others.
We are the people of the earth
What really goin on?
I really don't know
poem by Maria Luisa Taylor
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Why Does All This Chaos Exist
Do you know what its like?
Living in a multi-culture society
You have cultures saying they are better than yours
You have people bickering amongst themselves
You have religions saying
Your God is not real but ours is…
The confusion drives people insane
Why do humans do this to themselves?
Why does all this Chaos Exist?
Can anyone tell me why?
Because it's like a never ending cycle
Of chaos and hate
I was asked if I should speak
Or share what I think
About this confusion that exists in this world
I say what I mean
I express what I feel
I use to hide all that
Not anymore not for me
Its just the way that I feel
poem by Kaila George
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Broken Homes
I look around and all I see is confusion
People walking around with happy faces of illusion
Their hearts filled with emotion, but empty with love
Everyone unhappy, just calling the other persons bluff
A battlefield, I never thought I would be
Now it's just the war inside of me
Left and right word-bombs are falling
I'm screaming, fighting, but no one even hears me calling
Inside we are all slowly dying
Because there's a truth each of us are denying
Friends come first and family have to wait till later
But when you turn it around they all just call you a hater
People get into your head; they say it's for the best
But let me tell you, every day is just filled with more stress
Now please let me make it better
-Let me make it right
If you'll give me a chance
I would like to stay and fight
poem by Renee Maritz
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Every Aspect of Their Lives Has Been Colorized
Shot, maimed.
Dragged from behind trucks.
And swung randomly from trees.
That is the visual...
I get from 'those' people.
And with me it sticks.
From me it wont leave.
And I remember Katrina,
When these same people...
Were calling 'my' people refugees.
As if they weren't the immigrants...
On land their ancestors illegally stole.
From those who are native!
To instigate intimidation and disrespect.
And I've been told I carry an embitteredness.
I've been told by those I carry a chip on my shoulder,
That I should address.
I've been 'called' and told many things...
By those folks who will not confess,
If it wasn't for people of color...
They would find it difficult to feed themselves.
Or be able to protest,
Whatever those interests are...
They have to defend and protect.
Since every aspect of their lives has been colorized.
And maybe that's why their 'greatness'
IS apparently on the waning side!
And they walk around envious, insecure, unhappy and upset!
Yet...
If it wasn't for those of color,
Their achievements would not have been their best.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Gunslinger
He liked to walk around town
dressed up like his hero John Wayne
he would say 'Howdy pardners'
but us kids were told he was insane.
On his head he wore a big Cowboy hat
a toy pistol hung down by his side
'I'm the fastest gun in the West, he'd say
so you Injuns better run away and hide.'
My Mum said he wasn't the full ticket
meaning he was simple and not very bright
but I thought he was a proper Cowboy
who was on his way to a real gunfight.
'Where you tied up your Horse? '
some people would sarcastically say
but the Cowboy would calmly reply,
' I came here on the Iron Horse today.'
So he wasn't a real Cowboy just an eccentric
who was no more a Gunslinger than me
but he never meant anybody any harm
he was just a pretend Cowboy from Coventry!
poem by Kevin Halls
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The UnDistinguishable
Amazing how people can be blinded from the truth for so long
because the truth always hides behind a few walls
A few names, a few stickers, posted on the refridgerator
The truth, you all assumed you knew, but you didn't
But you can't call me cold & heartless, because you don't know me
Because you don't know me, you can't stop me
& ironically, I can't stop you, from believing what you grasp to be the Truth
The Truth, .. that is really undistinguishable!
poem by Dan Gregory
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A different point of view.
A different point of view.
Don’t be unhappy with things you cant do,
be happy with the things you can do.
Don’t be unhappy with what you don’t have,
be happy with what you do have.
Don’t be unhappy with the a life you cant live.
Be happy with a life you can live.
Don’t be unhappy with something that don’t matter,
be happy with the something that do matter.
Don’t be unhappy with what you cant be.
Be happy with what you can be.
Don’t be unhappy with people that don’t care.
Be happy with people that do care.
At least consider the size of the importance in life.
Cause It’s the small thing in life that matter the most.
Val.19-05-2008
poem by Valentino Montanna
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Art of Misunderstanding
Awkward silence, funny situation
Fatal mistake, disaster drama
Cold war, unfortunate tragedy
Misunderstanding could lead an irony
Wrong impression, lack of communication
Ego party, early judgment
Social gap, culture shock
Misunderstanding raise from intolerance
Same purpose, different perception
Same question, different talk
Same fear, different heart
Misunderstanding tests our character
In short period, in long term
The dark past, the uncertain future
Shaking the world, dividing people
Misunderstanding define where we lay our trust
Interesting love plot, mastermind crime
Underlying meaning, uncompleted sentence
Slice of life, sketch of comic
Misunderstanding is a human story
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Some People
Some people seem to have it all
Some people always have to crawl
Some people pay to be abused
Some people end up destitute
Some people search their souls for truth
Some people try to be of use
Some people pray before they kill
Some people kill just for the thrill
Some people follow one mans vision, some others die on television
Some people build their homes on sand, some people live in garbage cans
Some people think that live is dear, some people hope the end is near
Some people fight for right to life, some people hate to stay alive
Some people dream of life on mars, some people end their life in cars
Some people throw their lives away, some others go on holidays
Some people live and love in vain, some people dont and go insane
Some people always need to win, some other people love to sin
Some people breaking all their vows, some people slashing sacred cows
Some people like to worship stars, some people think the worlds a farce
Some people try to make ends meet, some others end up kissing feet
Some people find their holy grail, some other people go to hell
Some people never catch their breath, some people drink themselves to death
Some people seem to have it all, some people always have to crawl
Some people pay to be abused, some people end up destitute
Some people search their souls for truth
Some people try to be of use
Some people
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Gold/ocean/1994
song performed by by Alphaville
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Trust
After all I been through with you
I lost
Trust
In people, my family, and myself
I feel so afraid
I can't tell people the truth about anything
I'm hiding in my shell for safety
There are good people you can
Trust
There are people you can't
Trust
People you hang with is who you can
Trust
There are other people not in your group you can't
You share secrets, replied on that person and won't backstab you is people you can
Trust
Eventually they do it without you knowing
Trust
I feel like deep in my heart I lost my
Trust
I hide everything and give simple answers that is not truth
To those people and the one I love
I can't even share what I really think to them
I have the
Trust
In myself to know better
After two days ago I realized I can trust people
I need to give them one more chance
I can be me still and be strong person
Trust
Is what I need to get back in guys too because
I want to date and see what happen
I'm not holding back
I just need to give guys chances
It's right to do and experience
I won't forget, or regret anymore, or cry about it
Trust
Is what I'm trying to get back and I be ok one day
I won't take guy I like for granted or people I like
Trust
poem by Christina Phan
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Pooped From Their Stupors
Up in arms,
People are...
Pulling alarms.
Hope...
For many is gone!
Protesting in the streets,
People heated wont cease...
And,
This...
Confusion goes on!
Missing greed are people,
Who...
Never thought they'd be the fools.
And,
This...
Confusion goes on!
Dismissing signs all around,
Their gluttony loved will drown.
And,
This...
Confusion goes on!
Hoop and holler groupers,
Who are pooped from their stupors...
But,
This...
Confusion goes on.
Scooped up by the dupers,
And dropped by the snoopers...
But,
This...
Confusion goes on!
Up in arms,
People are...
Pulling alarms.
Hope...
For many is gone!
Hoop and holler groupers,
Who are pooped from their stupors...
But,
This...
Confusion goes on.
Scooped up by the dupers,
And dropped by the snoopers...
But,
This...
Confusion goes on!
Up in arms,
People are...
Pulling alarms.
And...
Scooped up by the dupers,
And dropped by the snoopers.
Up in arms,
People are...
Pulling alarms.
And...
Hoop and holler groupers,
Who are pooped from their stupors.
And...
Up in arms,
People are...
Pulling alarms.
And...
Pooped from their stupors!
And...
Pooped from their stupors!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Lovely Lady
By: jimmy buffett
1973
When I pay my bills
Gonna leave these tennessee hills
Take my lady to the sea
Thats where we both come from
Thats where we both belong
Think Ill go back to the keys
Chorus:
cause I dont want the fame that brings confusion
Where people recognize you on a plane
All I wants the quiet and the comforts
That livin with my lovely lady brings
Somehow we survived the double talk and jive
Things are looking better all the time
I owe her all I can cause she made me understand
The simple way that we should live our lives
Chorus:
And I dont want the fame that brings confusion
Where people recognize you on a plane
All I wants the quiet and the comforts
That livin with my lovely lady brings
Let me tell you now she can eat her own weight up in crab meat
And theres plenty of that down there by the sea
Well were sailin in those warm december breezes
Sendin picture postcards back to tennessee
Chorus:
Yes and I dont want the fame that brings confusion
Where people recognize you on a plane
All I wants the quiet and the comforts
That livin with my lovely lady brings
Yeah that livin with my lovely lady brings
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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People Most Unhappy Chase The Money
With that mind that you have,
And all the things that you can do...
Why you only chase,
The money?
Why you only chasing for the money.
Why the money.
Why you only chasing money.
With that mind that you have,
And other things to pursue.
Why you only chase,
The money?
Why you only chasing for the money.
Why the money.
Why you only chasing after money.
People most unhappy chase the money.
People most unhappy find it hard to believe.
They are not the only ones with pockets empty.
And for them it isn't funny when the money stops coming.
People most unhappy chase the money.
Only money.
And those unhappy people find it hard to believe.
They are not the only ones with pockets empty.
And for them it isn't funny when the money stops coming.
People most unhappy chase the money.
People most unhappy find it hard to believe.
They are not the only ones with pockets empty.
And for them it isn't funny when the money stops coming.
People most unhappy chase the money.
Only money.
And those unhappy people find it hard to believe.
They are not the only ones with pockets empty.
And for them it isn't funny when the money stops coming.
People most unhappy chase the money.
Only money.
People most unhappy chase the money.
Only money.
People most unhappy chase the money.
Only money.
People most unhappy chase the money.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Words Spoken
Words spoken to self in isolation
Mystery not in question but in relation
Simple confusion in mind
Forcing others to find out its kind
Yet nice appreciation,
Applause from all over and no more questions
Mind reveals and heart opens
Ripples created and caught by fans
Why do we try to speak our mind?
Is something necessary of that kind?
Why at all you want sympathy?
That people should have soft corner and feel pity
No one has seen you breaking off?
If so, they would have definitely laughed
As you were boosting of your love at all places
All were jealous of you with frown on faces
You were afraid that you will be made victim
A simple donkey with no sense to reach home
Uncertain mind as was made of you with satire
Now you feared it will be certainly put on fire
So it is better to speak through poetry
It will be race but gaining from back door entry
No one to know who the man behind is?
What will be pain behind or tease
It is nice to appease and find solution
In one way it reduces some what tension
You have little insight with no more confusion
The answer is found within the question
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Simple As That
Got us a situation
It dont need no explanation
It dont take a scientist
To figure out just what this is
Unlike the changing seasons
Love happens without reason
Its as simple as that
Two people meet its destiny that theyre together
Its as simple as that
I knew when I met you that this would last forever
Its as simple as that
And I can promise you that I will leave you never
Im happy right where Im at
Its as simple as that
Its how I feel when you call my name
Its holdin hands in the pouring rain
A slow dance that never ends
The sweet sound of violins
And even when were apart
You beat around in my heart
Its as simple as that
Two people meet its destiny that theyre together
Its as simple as that
I knew when I met you that this would last forever
Its as simple as that
And I can promise you that I will leave you never
Im happy right where Im at
Its as simple as that
Its as simple as that
Two people meet its destiny that theyre together
I knew when I met you that this would last forever
And I can promise you that I will leave you never
Im happy right where Im at
Its as simple as, its as simple as that
Its as simple as that
Its as simple as that
Its as simple as that.
song performed by by Lonestar
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My father was a very unhappy person, very sarcastic, and my mother was very nervous and worried about what people thought. They weren't monsters, but it wasn't a good childhood.
quote by Paula Danziger
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