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Death can't be so bad if mom went through it. It makes it easier for the child to follow.

quote by Danny Aiello
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Did You Pass or Fail?

Why is it easier to be arrogant?
Why is it easier to be cruel?
Why is it easier to be evil?
Why is it easier to hurt?
Why is it easier to an asshole?
Why is it easier to victimize?
Why is it easier to abuse?
Why is it easier to use?
Why is it easier to be greedy?
Why is it easier to be selfish?
Why is it easier to be self centered?
Why is it easier to steal?
Why is it easier to manipulate?
Why is it easier to lie?
My thoughts is it is a test to all man kind
Did you pass or fail?

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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See Yourself

Its easier to tell a lie than it is to tell the truth
Its easier to kill a fly than it is to turn it loose
Its easier to criticize somebody else
Than to see yourself
Its easier to give a sigh and be like all the rest
Who stand around and crucify you while you do your best
Its easier to see the books upon the shelf
Than to see yourself
Its easier to hurt someone and make them cry
Than it is to dry their eyes
I got tired of fooling around with other peoples lies
Rather Id find someone thats true
Its easier to say you wont than it is to feel you can
Its easier to drag your feet than it is to be a man
Its easier to look at someone eless wealth
Than to see yourself

song performed by by George Harrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Early Works - Life

Life has its success
and its upsets;
life has its ups and downs
that’s what makes the world go round.

Life is a turmoil
of our own tribulations,
life and death are one,
which our lives revolve around.

Life for some is restless
with no stop in sight
with something burning within
that makes them follow
like a moth follows light.

Life with this turmoil
is a branch of our own transition
with the death of a partner
we follow with no hesitation.

With the last flickering light of life,
we follow our cord
until the day of judgements
when we pay homage to the lord.

Date unknown

poem by David Harris
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And I think that being able to make people laugh and write a book that's funny makes the information go down a lot easier and it makes it a lot more fun to read, easier to understand, and often stronger. So there's all kinds of advantages to it.

quote by Al Franken
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Somme-France 1916, From A 15 Year Olds Perspective

They said welcome to the warzone kid,
Now run along and don't get killed,
War was easier said then done,
With shrapnel flying,
And your best mates dying
War was easier said then done,
We're disadvantaged, The Boche have Hill 60, that very important mound,
I wish i was at home, safe and sound,
War was easier said then done,
The trenches are dirty, cold and wet,
I can't take off my boots, in mud they're set,
War was easier said then done,
You never know if your next breath will be your last,
Use your legs, run and run fast,
War was easier said then done,
I've only been here for about one week,
I'm still alive, so i guess this is a winning streak?
War was easier said then done,
My bayonet is bloody and red,
I'm glad it's him and not me that is dead
War was easier said then done...

poem by Harrison Bishop
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Death and I

When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.

A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.

My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.

When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –

Death and I so bound.

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Death, Inevitable Death

Death, inevitable Death.
So now You come to show Your world,
Hence the blackened cloak – unfurled.
And peering down upon my form
– Bereft of pity – Your eyes of storm.

Death, inexorable Death.
‘When? ’ The only question out of Thee.
My dream retorts 'But ne’er for me! ’
But now awake, I bid you so –
My giving tears cry ‘Where to go? ’

Death, adamant Death.
You cast Your spell and guide me 'way,
For life and I have had our day.
And what of me? I prey You, tell!
Be glorious in Heaven or gnarled in Hell?

Death, ineluctable Death.
Oh wiry ghoul, I'm here to follow –
I leave my body grey and shallow.
‘Come! ’ You bid in thund’ring tones,
‘Beg farewell to shattered bones.’

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Ill Follow You

Why do we try so hard
What makes us give our all
And why do we aspire
To reach the height
When were not ready
To take the fall
What makes us so unkind
And why must we desire
And take what we want
Why must we be the
Only ones who receive
Lord wont you take me
Take me and break me
Burn me with your fire
Our love that will take me
Take me and make me
Ill be
I will follow you
Why is it that now Im yours
Everything seems so bright
And why is it now I can
Live for each day
Without any fear of the night
Lord since I met you
I cant get you
Out of my head
My life was so lonely
Cos I was only
Living for myself
Our love
I will follow you
Chorus
Ill follow you
My days are right
Ill follow you
It seems so right
Ill follow you
Bad days are gone
Ill follow you

song performed by by Cliff Richard
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Those That Follow

It is easier to follow,
Than it is to lead.
Those that follow,
Will always have comments to make.
Those that follow,
Will always mention another route to take.
Those that follow,
Will always be heard in the background...
Creating a disturbance and making noise.
Leadership to them means only one thing...
Who can be blamed for making sacrifices,
They will ultimately claim...
If the outcome of following remains successful!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Child

From pillar to post,
Some couples go,
In trying to have,
A child of their own!

They go on pilgrimages,
And they pray to God;
They donate money,
Expecting a child!

They see horoscopes;
They see the stars-position in the sky!
They do repentance,
To get a child!

They see the best doctors,
And undergo medical check-ups;
Some go abroad
For gift of child!

Some seek the help of science,
And try the latest advances;
But only a few
Manage to have a child!

Some give up every hope
And adopt a child;
Some remain childless
Until their death.

God gives children to so many,
And denies the same to some;
Some foolishly abort,
Invoking wrath of God!

Some beat the child;
Some enslave it;
Some starve it long;
Some neglect the child!

God’s sends nature’s furies –
Floods, quakes, famines, diseases,
Destroying people
Who kill children!

Child – the gift of God;
Child – a miracle;
Child – the joy of mankind;
Child – progeny of the human race!

Child – the love of God;
Child – mercy of God;
Child – grace of God;
Child – blessing of God!

A child makes the family wholesome;
A child ushers immense joy;
A child makes life worth living for;
A child is a divine toy!

God gives a child with ease;
Man drives it to disease;
God makes a life anew;
Man ends most lives but few!

Why kill children?
Why maim the tiny tots?
Why abuse children?
Why destroy lives, God-made?

poem by John Celes
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Age makes all things greater after their death; a name comes to the tongue easier from the grave.

quote by Sextus Propertius
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Road Called Life, End Is Death

when i was a child, i did not know this road

i did not recognize its existence

but now, i know the name of this road is 'life'

and end of it is death, and death only

no escape, and no exception

death might seem to be scary

cruel, and painful as it seems

but as experience, courage, and

age all added up as they will always be

death becomes an acceptable agreement that

when finish walking down this road

we shall get rid of our bloody shell

gently follow our Father to where we've always belonged

now, isn't death not horrifying anymore?

poem by Jim Chen
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It Was Easier To Hurt Him

(jerry ragavoy / bert russell)
I should have told him
That I needed him
When I had the chance
And now hes left me
And its all over
Goodbye romance
I should have told him then
Over and over again
That I love him
But, it was easier to hurt him, ooh
It was easier to hurt him, ooh
It was easier to hurt him
Thats what I thought
Was being so smart
The way I cheated him
And mistreated him
How could I forget?
I was so sure that he
Would always trust in me
Oh, that Id take a bet, no, no, no
Hed never say goodbye
But here all alone am i
He is gone now, ahh, cause
It was easier to hurt him
What could I do?
(it was) easier to hurt him
I should have known better
Thats what I thought
Was being so smart, oh, oh
It was easier to hurt him
I need him so bad
(it was) easier to hurt him
What did I do?
(it was) easier to hurt him
I should have known better
(it was) easier to hurt him
I need him so bad

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Am I?

To love only me, is it that hard?
To like me, respect me, is it that hard, am I so ugly...?
To use me is easier, to take from me is a piece of cake...
The disgust in your face, the laughter in your throat is mighty.
I feel it.
The point of nothing, death.... makes a stand..
self pity and self hate makes a soul of nothing grow stronger...

poem by Jill Laughlin
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O-o-h Child

(1970) stan vincent
O-o-h child things are gonna get easier
O-o-h child things ll get brighter
O-o-h child things are gonna get easier
O-o-h child things ll get brighter
Someday well get it toghether and well get it undone
Someday when the world is much brighter
Someday well walk in the rays of a beautiful sun
Someday when the world is much lighter
O-o-h child things are gonna get easier
O-o-h child things ll get brighter
O-o-h child things are gonna get easier
O-o-h child things ll get brighter
Someday well get it toghether and well get it undone
Someday when the world is much brighter
Someday well walk in the rays of a beautiful sun
Someday when the world is much lighter
O-o-h child things are gonna get easier
O-o-h child things ll get brighter
O-o-h child things are gonna get easier
O-o-h child things ll get brighter
Someday well get it toghether and well get it undone
Someday when the world is much brighter
Someday well walk in the rays of a beautiful sun
Someday when the world is much lighter
O-o-h child things are gonna get easier
O-o-h child things ll get brighter
O-o-h child things are gonna get easier
O-o-h child things ll get brighter
Right now right now

song performed by by Nina Simone
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Name Is Qalme-Tari

My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
Were I go
People will follow.

My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
Were I go
Death follows.

My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
I bring death
Upon people of injustice.

My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
Death for people of injustice.
Tyrants beware!

My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
Dictators beware
I come for thee.

My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
Kidnapers beware
I come for thee.

My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
Child abusers beware
I come for thee.

My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
For those of injustice
I am Death.

My name is Estela
Mistress of Hope
For those of purity
I am Hope

My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
The in just
Shall flee before me.

My name is Estela
Mistress of Hope
The pure
Shall follow me.

My name is Qalme-Tari
Mistress of Death.
My name is Estela
Mistress of Hope
Were I go
People will flee.
Were I go
People will follow.

I am Qalme Tari Mistress of Death Nat. Norville.
Cretics Welcome

poem by Athena Goddess of Wisdom Lumis Light to all
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Follow The Sea

'What is it makes a man follow the sea?
Ask me another!' says Billy Magee:
'Maybe it's liquor and maybe it's love -
Maybe it's likin' to be on the move -
Maybe the salt drop that runs in his blood
Won't let his killick lie snug in the mud:
What is it makes such poor idjits as me
Follow the sea -follow the sea? . . .
Jiggered if I know!' says Billy Magee.

'What is it keeps a chap rollin' around
All his life long from the Skaw to the Sound?
Samplin' the weathers from Hull to Rangoon -
Doldrums an' westerlies, Trade an' typhoon -
Hurricane, cyclone an' southerly buster -
In any old drogher as flies the Red Duster?
What is it makes a chap follow the sea -
Follow the sea - follow the sea -
Bust me if I know!' says Billy Magee.

'What is it makes a man stick to the sea?
Ah, you may ask me!' says Billy Magee.
'Stick to it hungry and stick to it cold,
Stick to it after he's broken and old,
Freeze in the Forties an' sweat on the Line,
Shiver an' burn in the rain an' the shine,
Stick it until he can't stick it no more -
Curse it an' leave it for something ashore -
Chuck up his shore job an' follow the sea -
Stick to an' live by an' die by the sea -
Search me if I know!' says Billy Magee.

poem by Cicely Fox Smith
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Elizabeth Childers

Dust of my dust,
And dust with my dust,
O, child who died as you entered the world,
Dead with my death!
Not knowing Breath, though you tried so hard,
With a heart that beat when you lived with me,
And stopped when you left me for Life.
It is well, my child. For you never traveled
The long, long way that begins with school days,
When little fingers blur under the tears
That fall on the crooked letters.
And the earliest wound, when a little mate
Leaves you alone for another;
And sickness, and the face of Fear by the bed;
The death of a father or mother;
Or shame for them, or poverty;
The maiden sorrow of school days ended;
And eyeless Nature that makes you drink
From the cup of Love, though you know it’s poisoned;
To whom would your flower-face have been lifted?
Botanist, weakling? Cry of what blood to yours?—
Pure or foul, for it makes no matter,
It’s blood that calls to our blood.
And then your children—oh, what might they be?
And what your sorrow? Child! Child!
Death is better than Life!

poem by Edgar Lee Masters from Spoon River Anthology
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Deeper

I cant even look at this skin tonight
Knowing that our time here is on a while
Hold me in your arms and breathe me through
Like I know that you can only do
In your horizon, no, nothing truly dies
Never tremble with fear
Youre just married to the sun
And every second only makes it deeper
Flower pushes through the dune (? ) and blooms
It doesnt have the faintest(? ) that it is due
A virginity is making loss an open wound
In your horizon, no, nothing truly dies
Never tremble with fear
Youre just married to the sun
And every second only makes it deeper
Deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper
I was alone in my room
And all I can hear
And all I can hear
Was the sound of my heart beating away
But I will follow you
Deep into the light
Beyond the death of love
Love
In your horizon, no, you will be together
Faith(? ) from this hell
Ill be married to the sun
And every second
Will only make it deeper
Deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper
Deeper, deeper
Deeper, deeper
There is a light
Deeper, light
Its deeper than the difference of light
Deeper, light
There is a light
Deeper, light
Its deeper than (..) light
Deeper, light
And I will follow you
Deeper than the death of love
Deeper than the (..) seen(? ) to the light
Its deeper than this flesh and blood
I will follow you
I will follow you
Deeper

song performed by by Live
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Sonnet- Which Is Easier?

Which is easier, to shave off your face-hair
Or to maintain a long and flowing beard?
Which is easier, to cycle like a hare,
Or to trudge your way uphill with the herd?

Which is easier, to float the logs downstream,
Or to tusk them one by one to the mill?
Which is easier, to shoot lion in dream,
Or to fight it in its den and to kil1?

Which is easier, to break a whole mountain,
Or to make it crumble into small stones?
Which is easier, to set a lit fountain,
Or to produce a grave of human bones?
Unnatural things are quite easy to do,
Natural ones sometimes, impossible too.