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I like doing a challenging class because it makes me more brave in life. My perception of hardships is now completely different. I'm not whining and moaning inside as much.

quote by Ione Skye
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Harold And Joe

Nothing ever gets in my way
Nothing ever gets on my mind
Nothing ever makes me stop to think about
Nothing of the kind
Nothing ever loses me sleep
And nothing ever wins my heart
Nothing ever makes me want to sing along
And nothing makes me want to start
If i'm falling down a mountain
Then i pick myself up
And if i crash into an iceberg
I don't give a frightful look around
If i am burning then i put myself out
I'm so completely full
I scare the world
Oh all the world
All inside out
Just look around
Just look around
Nothing ever puts me out
Nothing ever pulls me in
Nothing ever makes me want to jump
Nothing makes me want to begin
Nothing ever gets me down
Nothing ever gets me uptight
Nothing ever makes me run around
And nothing makes me feel i might
If i'm hanging from a peach tree
Then i cut myself down
And if i look into the sun
I just turn up the sound
And if i swallow deathcap loverooms
Then i spit them right out
I'm so completely full
I scare the world
Yeah all the world
Inside out
Just look around
Just look around
Nothing ever gets in my way
Nothing ever gets on my mind
Nothing ever makes me stop to think about
Nothing of the kind
Harold and joe
Go go go
(sing bird sing)

song performed by by Cure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Harold & Joe

Nothing ever gets in my way
Nothing ever gets on my mind
Nothing ever makes me stop to think about
Nothing of the kind
Nothing ever loses me sleep
And nothing ever wins my heart
Nothing ever makes me want to sing along
And nothing makes me want to start
If Im falling down a mountain
Then I pick myself up
And if I crash into an iceberg
I dont give a frightful look around
If I am burning then I put myself out
Im so completely full
I scare the world
Oh all the world
All inside out
Just look around
Just look around
Nothing ever puts me out
Nothing ever pulls me in
Nothing ever makes me want to jump
Nothing makes me want to begin
Nothing ever gets me down
Nothing ever gets me uptight
Nothing ever makes me run around
And nothing makes me feel I might
If Im hanging from a peach tree
Then I cut myself down
And if I look into the sun
I just turn up the sound
And if I swallow deathcap loverooms
Then I spit them right out
Im so completely full
I scare the world
Yeah all the world
Inside out
Just look around
Just look around
Nothing ever gets in my way
Nothing ever gets on my mind
Nothing ever makes me stop to think about
Nothing of the kind
Harold and joe
Go go go
(sing bird sing)

song performed by by Cure
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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It makes one a better person to have had hardships and to have overcome hardships and not to blame anybody else for your mistakes.

quote by Maureen Forrester
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Silver Lining (A Tribute To Geometry)

Sent a note home to my mom
Expecting it to be a bomb
But my mom hates my teacher
And her whining
And the fact that I don’t care
Is silver lining
I have failed
And there’s no catching up
So I’ve decided I’ve had enough
And if you care then that’s just tough
The phone is ringing for my mom
Expecting it to be a bomb
But my mom hates my teacher
And her whining
And the fact that I don’t care
Is silver lining
I have failed
To the extreme
Passing this class
Is beyond my dreams
No motivation when there’s no catching up
And if you care well then that’s just tough
Sent a note home with me
Expecting me to drown in misery
But I hate her and her whining
And the fact that I don’t care
Is silver lining
I have failed
And I don’t care
She’s raining Hell
It’s so unfair
I am sick of her
And her whining
The fact that I don’t care
Is silver lining
I have failed
Beyond repair
This class is Hell
And I don’t care
I’m sick of her
And her whining
And the fact that I don’t care
Is the silver lining

poem by Jake Warren
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Do You Even Know Me?

Do you even know me?
I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am.
I wish to know everyone.

Like best friends.
To trust, in the inner most exposing.
A naked body cradled lying on the ground.
Water flows freely to every extremity.
Feeling equal inside.
Throwing away every last bit of pride.

Do you even know me?
I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am.
I wish to know everyone.

A persona amplified by class.
I want to eliminate all of it as I pass.
We are all flawed.
Why in our eyes all that is seen is rejection?
Stay away from me you have an infection.
A carcinogenic ailment.
Oh it spreads to quickly.

Do you even know me?
I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am.
I wish to know everyone.

Do you even know me?
I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am.
I wish to know everyone.

Do you even know me?
I walk down the street so many are completely oblivious to who I really am.
I wish to know everyone.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Anyone's Courage

Courage is something any one can achieve
It can happen so fast if you just believe

Believe in yourself and you'll be suprised
your more brave then you ever realized

Courage is something hidin inside
It makes you stronger than the highest tide

Courage means you can face your fears
That you're not afraid to shed some tears

In life without fear you can never be brave
You can't rescue a princess if there's no one to save

Life is a balance, like dark and light
There can be no wrong if there is no right

Getting courage isn't to hard to do
Look deep inside and you'll find it too

poem by Julio Hernandez
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Class has a sense of humor. It knows that a good laugh is the best lubricant for oiling the machinery of human relations. Class never makes excuses. It takes its lumps and learns from past mistakes. Class bespeaks an aristocracy unrelated to ancestors or money. Some extremely wealthy people have no class at all, while others who are struggling to make ends meet are loaded with it. Class is real. You can't fake it. Class never tries to build itself up by tearing others down. Class is already up and need not attempt to look better by making others look worse. Everyone is comfortable with the person who has class because he is comfortable with himself. If you have class, you've got it made. If you don't have class, no matter what else you have, it won't make up for it.

quote by Ann Landers
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Brave New World

Dying swans twisted wings, beauty not needed here
Lost my love, lost my life, in this garden of fear
I have seen many things, in a lifetime alone
Mother love is no more, bring this savage back home
Wilderness house of pain, makes no sense of it all
Close this mind dull this brain, messiah before his fall
What you see is not real, those who know will not tell
All is lost sold your souls to this brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
Dragon kings dying queens, where is salvation now
Lost my life lost my dreams, rip the bones from my flesh
Silent screams laughing here, dying to tell you the truth
You are planned and you are damned in this brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
Dying swans twisted wings, bring this savage back home

song performed by by Iron Maiden
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for Claribelle

Life is a polite woman.
I have always told you that in class.
I delight in the politeness of a woman.
Outside the class.

When i fall in love, i keep it
to myself. There is no courage for
me to say it. I keep my own joys.

You are a polite woman.
I named you my own Life.
The class do not know that.
I keep it upon myself as a
lovely burden. I keep sorrows too.
Secretly, like
a divine burden, an un-confessed
sin.

Sometimes, i have not told you
before you left, i also mumble upon
myself, without any wish
that i may understand what i
try to hide,
completely. Soon i forget and then
I am happy again.

That is what life is all about.
I am polite too.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Is It?

Is it perserverance
That makes us strive and achieve success?

Is it guilt
That makes us try again when we give up?

Is it practicality
That makes us learn from our mistakes?

Or is it pigheadedness
When we can't reach success

Or whining
When we feel like giving up

Or carelessness
When we make mistakes we shouldn't have?
~
Is it mercy
That makes a person end the life of a pained and ailing family member?

poem by Poor Lil Copycat
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Esp

Strength to have extra perception
Extra perception to know
that evil is lurking inside my brain
Evil is making a home of my heart
Extra Sensory Perception...
If only I had the strength to
let go and not try to escape...

poem by Justin Schaefer
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My childhood is completely... when I look back, it was '50s in New York, upper-middle class, it was completely idyllic and golden and wonderful - sweet in every way.

quote by Peter Jurasik
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Deaths Notice

When someone dies
And no one takes notice
All alone.
Crawling deep inside
The last fight.
This is your life.
And no one even sees you.
Completely invisible.
Completely miserable.
Completely insufferable.
No one to blame.
No one to hate.
Put upon the stake.
The nails go in.
First the hands then the feet.
It is the ultimate defeat.
Falling down to never look back up.
Their all gone.
The calm before the storm.
An angel raises her head and says 'oh where is all the love I felt? '
Then she disappears.
A life given up on so early.
And no one even blinks an eye or says good bye.
It is a horrible way to die.
The certificate says so.
A linage totally forgotten.
Erased except for a piece of paper.
They tried the best save her.
But sometimes your just too late.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Stricken

I love you completely
I guess Im kinda mad about you
I love you, I love you I do
Love overcomes all of my senses
Lowers all of my defenses, yeah
And all of your faults vanish to a blind daze
Your bitterness erased by my sense of taste
And harsh words are deafened by love
I love you completely
I couldnt be madder about you
I love you, I love you I do
I love you completely
Theres nothin I see bad about you
I love you, I love you I do
Love welcomes me to every new day
The stars are all falling down my way, yeah
And all of the planets are lined in the sky
The lights are shining down upon you and i
My world is stricken by love
Kiss me over and over forever and ever my love
Kiss me all over and over forever and ever my love
The love I have for you
Makes me blind I cant see
The love I have for you
Cuts my throat I cant speak
The love I have for you makes me numb
I cant feel
The love I have for you makes me numb
I cant feel
But boy, oh boy, oh boy
I love you
Completely, yeah
I love you, I love you - I do do do do

song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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Home Of The Brave

Heres to johnny with his jo
And mickeys got a wife
And heres to jerry
He has got his joyce
And me, Im shaking
In my boots tonight
For the daughters and the sons
Lost in the home of the brave
And heres to the home of the brave
And heres to the life thats not saved
Heres to the home of the brave
Heres to the home of the brave
Heres to frank hit in some bar
In picturesque brooklyn heights
And heres to a friend who jumped in front of a train
At seven oclock one night
And another friend who thinks he lacks worth
Has disappeared from sight
Somewhere in the home
Of the brave
And heres to the home of the brave
And heres to the life thats not saved
Heres to the home of the brave
Heres to the home of the brave
The stars are hiding in their clouds
The street lights are too bright
A mans kicking a woman
Whos clutching his leg tight
And I think suddenly of you
And blink my eyes in fright
And rush off to the home
Of the brave
And heres to the home of the brave
Heres to the home of the brave
And heres to the life that is saved
Heres to the home of the brave
And everyday you have to die some
Cry some and die some
And everyday you have to die some
Cry some and die
In the home of the brave
Home of the brave

song performed by by Lou Reed
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A Journey of Everything New

In my childhood,
the journey was a perilous one:
full of hardships, pains and tears.
In my adulthood,
the journey was a generous one:
full of wonders, hardships and pains.
In my manhood,
the journey was a gentle one:
full of smiles, wonders and hardships.
But in me, of years...
all was in wonderful passion
that happened from the beauty
of everything new.
Now, I ask why?

poem by Gil Gregorio
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The Fly

I was sitting up in my bed,
When a little fly flew round my head.
Whenever the fly was in flight,
His buzz sounded just like a Microlight.

He buzzed really close to my left ear,
And I didn't like him being that near.
The fly, I found, really annoying:
With my patience, he was toying.

I was trying to read a poetry book,
But, my attention from it, he soon took,
On the words, I couldn't concentrate;
His constant whining made me really irate.

Very soon, I snuggled back down:
The fly's whining, I was keen to drown.
I put my head back under the cover:
Of flying insects, I am not a big lover.

But I could still hear the fly's whining;
Through my window, the sun was shining.
The whining sound was really high pitched;
The idea of more sleep, I very soon ditched.

Maybe he liked the warmth of my skin;
He seemed to like me, but I didn't like him.
I got out of bed, and I opened the door,
And, thankfully, I didn't see him anymore.

poem by Angela Wybrow
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The musician - if he be a good one - finds his own perception prompted by the poet's perception, and he translates the expression of that perception from the terms of poetry into the terms of music.

quote by John Drinkwater
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Artist - musicians, painters, writers, poets, always seem to have had the most accurate perception of what is really going on around them, not the official version or the popular perception of contemporary life.

quote by Billy Joel
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To Whine Or Not To Whine?

to whine or not to whine?
but first ask,
is there someone there
listening there?
is there someone?
someone?
who knows what
whining is
who knows

someone who
understands
that there is nothing
wrong with
whining?

is there? can his listening
change your world
for the better?
can your whining
do something good
for this, well,
rotten world?

then whine.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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