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The Duality of It All

Some sidestep the question,
Why it is we suffer.
They luxuriate in gain:
Eternality no matter
As it's inseparable from pain.

Others need the pain in question.
Suffering's their call.
There's no point in seeking more
As seekers after all.

poem by Douglas Scotney
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No Pain No Gain

Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine, mark hudson
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
Face in the gutter eyes on the floor
Walk on down you know the score
It's a dead-end street back to the wall
Get it together you can get it all
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No time for losers you make the call
Believe in yourself stand tall
Another day it's in your hand
You can be the winner in the end
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
Keep runnin' don't look back
Keep movin' straight ahead
Keep goin' don't ever stop
There's time to rest the day you'll drop
You roll the dice you play the game
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
...

song performed by by Scorpions
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Take a Pain and make a Gain

Only if there is a pain
There is a gain
And if there is a gain
There was a pain

Nothing like
Painless gain or
Gainless pain

If there comes a gain
With no perceived pain
Wait, do not worry
Pain is on the way

And if there is pain
With no apparent gain
Wait, do not worry
Gain is on the way

And if you are preparing
For a painstaking gain
You know for sure
The extent and nature of pain
And if you are planning
For a painless gain
You know not for sure
The extent and nature of pain

Many unexpected pains
Are because of the
Painless path you took
For a gain, for which
You are not really, eligible

Suffering is indeed the result of
Of such painless gains

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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That Depends On the Enlightenment of Your Consciousness

How much more pain can you endure?
That's a good question!
How much more would you like?
Would you like that with or without an appetitizer?

You seem to prefer your suffering done,
With a full voicing of complaint.
You seem to have awaited,
The moment of its infliction.
Then you began...
A whining without constraint!

How much more pain can you endure?
How much more would you like?
When did you decide,
That an enduring of it...
Brought to you more dignity?
And enhanced your pride in others' eyes?

How much more pain can you endure?
You seem to enjoy it with cocktails.
Or at least with others,
Who feel their afflictions...
Increases a degree of a perceived patriotism!
And of course...
No end appears in sight for your noble sacrifice.

How much more pain can you endure?
That's a good question!
But I am sure,
When you begin to hold yourself accountable for it...
You will awaken to discover,
The foolishness of your decision.
And those you believed had your best interests...
Kept you in pain to obtain their own gains!

And how much of their gain,
Can you endure at your expense?
That depends on the enlightenment of your consciousness.
And your willingness to seek some answers,
When you have been detoxed from your addiction!
Without the need to martyr or bleed away,
Your right to a peace of mind...
That has obviously become no one's concern!
And this is a lesson,
You aren't the only one...
That has to learn!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No More Pain

this pain i suffer,
is worser than prison,
not much time off,
no matter how good i am,
at times i wonder,
will i ever get a break?
from this place call life,
that i can't really stand,
fighting through,
the pain and suffering,
is rough,
not a day goes by,
that all i want to do cry,
for a life i can't have right now,
that's all i want,
is to have fun and to be me,
or close to who i was,
but, life don't happen that way,
i quess that why i'm hear to say,
will this pain ever go away to let me live my life?

3-9-09

poem by Mona Martinez
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No Pain, No Gain

With pain, you get no gain.
And with gain, you get no pain.
Im too young too know but a little too old too find out that the matter of the fact is..
Without pain, you just gain.
And without gain, you get tons of pain.
Lying is sorta the same.
You lie, well you dont get gain for that.
Just pain.
But if you dont lie, you gain without the pain.
People dont realize the difference between pain and gain.
But again, im too young to know, but a little too old to find out.
But im just young enough too find out that when I get older I will know the correct difference between, No Pain. No Gain.

poem by Heather Lynn
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The Most Important Date In My Life Aug 16th,2012

The most important date in my life is the date I will die,
The Supreme Court won't let me change that date and I don't know why,
Is it some religious belief that they want us to obey?
No matter what the disease or pain; we have to suffer and stay.

Sooner or later, you too will have to cope with this question,
There's nothing legal you can do so don't bother with the suggestion,
The Supreme Court laid down the law so you have to suffer the pain,
It doesn't matter whether it's freezing cold, sunshine or rain.

Should I go to Switzerland and get fixed up over there?
I hear they help many people who are approaching death and despair,
I read there may be certain pills for sale in Mexico down there,
I think of poor Sue Rodriguez and maybe say a prayer.

poem by James Bredin
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(Encouragement Poem) A Change In The Tides

A ease of your suffering.
A tissue to try to dry your tears.
Some courage to overcome your fears.
Love is always near.
Even when it feels so far away.
The day will not be so easily forgotten.
No matter what the phase of the moon.
A fall and rise, as tides surmise.
With a loss comes a gain.
Freedom from pain.
With invisible ink another name has been written.
Time to make decision.
With a heart plucking all the feathers of an ugly duck.
Trying so hard to see the beauty not yet their.
What is underneath that you yet don't see?
A question of ones inner self indeed.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Pain...What is it?

Pain...What is pain?
Pain...get wrapped in the head with a baseball bat,
That could be called pain.
Pain...get kicked in the gut by a cowboy boot,
That might cause a little pain.
Pain...poke a needle in your eye,
That might cause a little pain.
Pain...get your fingers caught in a motorcycle chain,
That might cause a little pain.
Pain...jump in front of a train,
That might cause a little pain.
Pain...lose control while flyin' a plane,
That might cause a little pain.
Pain...There ain't ever no gain in pain.

poem by Axe Timson
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Pain Is Gain.

Pain is like rain. Though painful, yet gainful. For pain's sake we're abused, for pain's sake we get refused, yet for pain's sake love is diffused.

No pain, no gain. Nothing good comes easy. Still, in pain one feels dizzy. Dizzy with desire, dizzy with passion, dizzy and busy. Pain is gain, it's a stain that disappears with time. Although not all pain is gain, all rain is gain and pain is rain.

Pain is rain, for it touches all men in the open and in chains. After rain comes sun, after dark comes dawn, after pain comes gain.

poem by Darlington Chukwunyere
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Suffering

Suffering is good
Suffering is bad
It is all that you desire
It is all that you hate
You need it
You thrive for it
It's pain
It's pain
It's joy
It's joy
It's joy to know your alive
It's pain to know!
Die!
Die!
Die pain!
Live!
Live!
Live freedom!
Suffer the joy!

poem by Brytanne Lee
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Beds of Suffering

We die in the beds of suffering,
Humoured by the balances of pain,
Collecting the knowledge of knowing hurt,
Contriving a blessed and divine method,
Trying the effective and lovable design of love
That hides a joyous song in the mental agony.

We die for the longing of hurt and destruction,
Where is the plane of existence limiting our hurt and worry?
So that a hurling question can be solved:
Why are there mysteries in the hatred of pain
When evil spirits could collect themselves against us
And overthrow us. Their power shall overcome us
If we are in suffering. Thus, the pain is shaped around
Goodness.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Crying but Not

Tears of sorrow, joy, or pain,
Drops of water fall from your eyes like rain.

If you have tears of sorrow,
Look ahead for tomorrow.

Are they tears of joy?
With your emotions people will toy.

If they are tears of pain,
Gaze ahead for what you can gain.

Tears are for things,
Feelings both good and bad.
People are always crying,
That makes me sad.

What joy do people take,
In making us cry,
It might do more than that,
It might make us want to die.

They take joy in our sorrow and pain!
And my question is, what do they gain?

poem by Clare McCarthy
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From the Black Perspective

Why don't you write more from the 'Black' perspective?
Or the African-American point of view.
Perhaps from the 'Negro' in you.
You have several points of view,
From which to choose.
Why aren't your depictions more from this experience?

'You mean...
The isolation and pain? '

Yeasss.

'The oppression I've endured,
With little gain to claim? '

Oh! Yes, yes, yes!

'My feelings of discrimination,
Racism and hatred? '

Ooooohhh...Yesssss! Yes.

'That bitterness within me.
For being 'Black'?
And carrying it on my back.
With a torment that rips my soul? '

Oh, please. More, more, more.

'The hunger, the poverty.
The homelessness expressed...
Within my people that keeps us divided,
In a separateness?
The misery, the tears.
The sleeplessness for wishing to be white?
And the fears of being a Black man,
With no allies in sight? '

Oh...I feel your anguish!
So tragic.

'My need to tap dance to gain public acceptance?
Regardless of my burdens, tribulations and suffering? '

Please stop this.
You have driven me to tears.

'Well...
To answer your question,
I haven't given that much thought.
However...
When and if I change my mind,
I'll give you a call.
You seem to be more empathetic about that,
Than I am!
Nobody but me pays my bills.
And my creditors could care less,
How I sign my money orders or checks.
Like everybody else...
They just want to get paid.'

Is that it?

'That's it!
That's how I feel about it.
And I am free to complain and whin if I choose.
Just like you.'

Well...
Thanks anyway.
I was hoping for a deeper,
More 'probing' insight!
I'm writing a thesis for my doctorate.
And I was hoping you would co-operate,
With more venom.

'What are you seeking?
To be attacked? '

Oh, no.
Why?
Do I look as if I'm wishing to be seduced?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why is there pain in this world?

Why is there pain in this world?
When brothers fight brothers for no reason
Faced with the light of a gun ready to shot down there own
Yet the pain and the suffering never stops people
When the guns go off and children die

Why is there pain in this world?
When family fight when kids are looking on
Yet they never see the pain and suffering that they have caused
Yet when they see it too late time has gone
If only they notice there pain as well

Why is there pain in this world?
When the school bell has gone kids should be happy
Yet in the dark corner lays the bully ready to pound his prey
Yet the victim suffer in pain and silent’s too scared
To tell other what is going on

Why is there pain in this world?
When people are hungry when you or I have enough
Why can’t we help them try and ease the pain we can stop them being hungry
We can ease there pain and stop them from starving
Why can’t you see that when I can?

Why is there pain in this world?
When all we need to do is open are eyes and look
Yet were a nation a world that too blind to notice the pain that does not need to be
So here these words open your eyes and see if you can help.
Pain can be eased if only you believe that you can see.

poem by Kelly Berry
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Let Me Believe

Let me believe you, love, or let me die!
If on your faith I may not rest secure,—
Beyond all chance of peradventure sure,—
Trusting your half-avowals sweet and shy,
As trusts the lark the pallid, dawn-lit sky,—
Then would I rather in some grave obscure
Repose forlorn, than, living on, endure
A question each dear transport to belie!
It is a pain to thirst and do without,
A pain to suffer what we deem unjust,
To win a joy—and lay it in the dust;
But there's a fiercer pain,—the pain of doubt:
From other griefs Death sets the spirit free;
Doubt steals the light from immortality!

poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Stress

My heart bleeds
Yet I cant shed a tear
No matter what I'm going through
I feel the tears that are falling from my heart
My heart aches from the pain
The pain that I go through everyday
The pain an eighteen year old shouldnt have to feel
So much to say, but how do I say it
The stress has me pullin my hair out
I try and explain my pain
Yet know one is around to listen
So I scream and yell at myself
WHY? ?
Is my question to everything
Never do I have an answer
Why cant people just sit down and pay attention?
Now that I dont have anyone
I put my mask on
The mask that blocks off all emotion
So I cant feel the pain anymore
The pain that happens everyday
Now that the day ends
I sit in my chair and realize
I'm holding fist full of hair..

poem by Ashley Olson
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A letter 2 my Mom

Mom I love u and always will
it hurts me to see you suffering in pain,
and struggling to breath each day.

Mom you may not be perfect
but I love you
even if u make mistakes
I will always love you,
we are all human and thats what I love.

Mom we have gone through a lot together,
but you were always there for me
and I was always there for you
but u never gave up on me
and thats why I love you Mom.

Mom I know I treated you bad at times
and I was a jerk to you
but you always forgave me
and thats why I love you Mom.

Mom I remember the day when you were diagnosed with cancer
and I took you to all your chemo and radiation treatments
it hurt me so much to see you so sick but I always stuck by your side
no matter what it took even if it meant that I had to miss school for you
and I want you to always know that I love you Mom.

Mom now that you are gone
I will never forget you cuz you are always in my heart
im sorry you had to suffer for so long but at least you are at peace now
with all the pain and suffering
I love you Mom and always will! ! !

I LOVE YOU MOM FOR EVER AND EVER! ! ! !

poem by Chrissy Tatro
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Torturous Pain

Blessed relief from torturous pain,
the pain, the pain that seems to remain
gives me pause to simply ask why?
Who can give this answer before we die?

Why should the body be compromised so?
There's no heavenly answer that let's us know.
The sins of the world always show up in men
and they experience the results and question when.

When will we learn to be kinder in our acts
towards ourselves, towards others and not turn our backs
on those that are suffering? Why not now?
Is there a brain-lock in our systems to show us how?

I cannot believe that a God with all wisdom
made our bodies so easy to succumb
to every pain and disease that's known
with nothing to stop it but a fancy headstone.

For if this is what we've come down to
then humanity is a failure.
The earth it seems has become a place
for painful endless torture.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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If You Are Not Feeling It

Do you have it in yourself to achieve?

Are you bothered by listening and discipline?
Does either one of them or both...
Make you cringe?
Especially when someone experienced,
Tells you over and over again...
Those are the two key elements to success.

And you regard criticisms, advice and suggestions...
As being offensive to your sensitivities?
Plus you rather socialize than to sacrifice your time,
To do anything that prioritizes...
What you claim to have love and interest to do.
And there is no loyalty or devotion applied?
Where is your passion?

Do 'I' think you have it in yourself to achieve?
That's the question you did ask me,
Right?
Well...
You have none of that of which I just mentioned.

Was that a trick question?
Or did you just want to see me laugh?
And why would you ask me,
A question like that in the first place?

If you are not feeling it...
What makes you believe that I can feel 'that',
Coming from you?
Stop seeking attention.
Stop seeking acceptance.
Start...
Believing in yourself and your abilities,
And you will never have to ask me...
Or anyone else,
A question like that again.
Now get out of my face.
You're wasting 'my' time.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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13 Question Method

(chuck berry)
Now, the thirteen question method is the one to use
Listen to me!
Thirteen question method is the one to use
Im saying that the thirteen question method is the one you gotta use
If you wanna have some fun
cause the thirteen question method is the one to use
Uhn!
Question number one: you wanna have fun, uh hun
Question number two: what to do ?
Lets see!
Question number three: wanna go out and eat burger with me ?
God almighty!
For the thirteen question method is the one to use
Now the question number five: dont give me no jive this morning
Question number six: dont try no tricks, this evening
Question number seven: Ill pick you up at a quarter to eleven, baby
And question number eight: its a date
Thats question number nine: where to dine, this evening ?
Question number ten: ah, can we get in ?
Question number eleven: gonna be just like heaven ?
God almighty!
Question number twelve: we get by ourselves ?
cause the thirteen question method is the one to use
The thirteen question method is the one to use
Now the thirteen question method is the one gotta use if you wanna...
The thirteen question method is the one to use
And she says ah...
She says...
The thirteen question method is the one to use
The thirteen question method is the one to use
Now the thirteen question method is the one gotta use if you wanna have some fun
cause the...

song performed by by Ry Cooder
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