Ace Shaw
I never saw any difference
Between playing cards for money
And selling real estate,
Practicing law, banking, or anything else.
For everything is chance.
Nevertheless
Seest thou a man diligent in business?
He shall stand before Kings!
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Real-Estate
Real-Estate, real, estate, state, taste, east, eat, ale, tea, set, sale, sales, ate;
In the thirty-seventh year with your love,
And like your battle axe and your weapons of war!
But the horse and its rider are now killed with your bombs! !
Real-Estate, at, as, art, last, late, rate, rates, sea, sear, tear, tears, tale, tales;
And like the muse of love in the land of hatred!
But rise up to the challenges around you and be yourself;
For many wrs ar now waging on!
Real-Estate, ear, era, are, seat, lease, star, rat, tar, tease, salt, ease, sat, ears;
And like your love behind the works of war! !
But be very wise to move on peacefully with your mind;
For the real-estate business is like the muse of your love surrounded with troubles.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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We Stand A Chance
Stand back from me honey
Because I dont know what I might do next
No Im surprised by this, frightened by this
Nothin ever got me so out of my head, baby
We stand a chance
We stand a chance
Yeah, and I could be wrong, but you never know
We could stand the chance of a real love
Oh, God knows I love you
God knows I do,
Baby will you let me just prove it to you
Come here to me baby, come here to me now
I wanna talk to you, talk to you
And tell you somehow, that
We stand a chance
We stand a chance
Yeah, and I could be wrong, but you never know
We could stand the chance of a real love
Im so moved, Im so changed
My whole world is a fountain of flame
We stand a chance
We stand a chance
Yeah, and I could be wrong, but you never know
We could stand the chance of a real love
song performed by by Tom Petty
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To Make A Difference!
take your finger from the trigger,
lay down your gun...
you have a chance to make a difference....
make the right choice!
lower your hand, soften your voice,
let go of your anger...
you have a chance to make a difference...
make the right choice!
put down your checkbook, close the register,
do something you really feel....
you have a chance to make a difference....
make the right choice!
throw out your pill bottle and your pipe,
stand up and face life....
you have a chance to make a difference...
make the right choice!
turn off your tv and your computer,
get involved with someone in need....
you have a chance to make a difference....
make the right choice!
lay down your judgements and your pride,
see people as just people....
you have a chance to make a difference....
make the right choice!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Something Real
words and music by emily saliers
I've seen the sun on a funeral, the full moon in a midday sky
Tactician politician hold his head and wonder why
I'm always struck that much harder by the power of suggestion
By now I know the answer's always in the question
Now that we're done with that why don't you warm the car
All of the fields are filled with fresh boys playing football
More than the weather chills, the bands practicing their drills
I've got to get back to something real with you
I had to call your parents to get your number again
I was either gonna be the prodigal or the banished friend
We were standing against an outside wall, I was afraid of what you'd say
It took me ten years to call you back but here we are today
Now that we're done with that why don't you warm the car
All of the fields are filled with fresh boys playing football
More than the weather chills, the bands practicing their drills
I've got to get back to something real with you
So life has brought you this: two marriages and three kids
And me life as slick as ice that finally hit the skids
You're as sweet as you ever were
A slight sickness of regret washes over me
And in the end that's all I get
Now that we're done with that why don't you warm the car
All of the fields are filled with fresh boys playing football
More than the weather chills, the bands practicing their drills
I've got to get back to something real
I've got to get back to something real
I've got to get back to something real with you
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Slow Country
city life
calling me all the time
me and my soul
geared to attack
never get another chance
so what you doing
gotta get money
keeping me real
can't stand your loneliness
can't stand your loneliness
can't stand your loneliness
can't stand your loneliness
shit night life
been trying not to laugh though
you won't get money
i'm doing what you loving
i'm moving out of city
victor of a second chance
get a lot of problems
we kicked a lot of them
song performed by by Gorillaz from Gorillaz
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When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius lift up thy head
quote by William Blake
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When thou seest an eagle, thou seest a portion of genius; lift up thy head!
quote by William Blake
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The whole profit of the issuance of money has provided the capital of the great banking business as it exists today.
quote by Frederick Soddy
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Art Of Heartbreak
Music: j. allen
Lyrics: hall/s. allen/j. allen
Try to ignore the twisted side
We kiss and we hiss at the same time
Dont you know some things just dont blow away
Youve been this way before, but the cuts just seem to hurt me more
Could be a reason for the difference...
Youve been practicing
The art of heartbreak
Practing
The art of heartbreak
Anticipating what shes aching for
Im being edgy leave her wanting more
Anyone might think wed rather be alone
Yeah, shes been cut before by sharp things Ive been saying so long
I cant believe the way she takes it
Ive been practicing
The art of heartbreak
Practicing
The art of heartbreak
Why do we make it hard, been hitting back and forth for so long
What are we aiming at, theres no score in love
I bet a million bucks she knows but wont let up on me, so
Ive just decided to stop
Practicing the art of heartbreak
Practicing
The art of heartbreak
Weve been practicing
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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I was studying acting, going to UCLA, selling real estate on the weekends.
Don't Only Focus On The Money
When you go for the money,
You'll be selling your soul.
And when one goes for just the money,
The heart turns cold.
So don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Bling is nice but there's more to life.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Open your mind with bright wide eyes,
To take a ride that will excite you.
With a view to greater heights.
So...
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
When you go for the money,
You'll be selling your soul.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't let your heart grow old and cold.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
So...
Don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
So...
Don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
So you just don't focus on the money,
Don't.
So you just don't focus on the money,
Don't.
No don't you focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
'I feel funny when I don't have any money.'
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't you only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't keep your focus on the fact that you always stay broke.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't only focus on the money,
Don't.
Don't stay focused on the money,
Don't!
Don't keep your focus on the fact that you always stay broke.
Don't focus on the money,
Don't.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dont Stand Another Chance
Standin at the edge of time bout to lose my mind
cause you try to take him away from me, I wont let it be
You just walk into my life and try to take away my only prize
But you better give credit cause his love is right here for me
You dont stand another chance
You dont stand another chance
You dont stand another chance
You dont stand another chance
He belongs to me, just wait and see
Take him in my arms, give him love, not too much of me
Nothin you can do or say to make him look your way
So you better give credit cause its gonna come walking my way
You dont stand another chance
You dont stand another chance (ohh)
You dont stand another chance (you dont stand baby)
You dont stand another chance (you dont stand)
You dont stand another chance
Sit and wait at home bout to leave me alone (I know baby)
Youll be with him when hes up, not down, to keep him on the ground
Let me tell you something, its true, hes not in love with you
So you better give credit cause its nothing coming down your way
You dont stand another chance (not a chance, baby)
You dont stand another chance (you dont stand, baby)
You dont stand another chance (baby) you dont stand another chance (you dont stand)
Well, you know somebodys gotta lose
We all cant win... maybe next time, okay
You guys are confusing
You dont stand another chance (you dont stand)
You dont stand another chance (you dont stand, baby)
You dont stand another chance (you dont stand, baby)
You dont stand another chance (another chance)
song performed by by Janet Jackson
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A real estate closer. Oh, what's that? I'm a real estate opener. What is a real estate closer? You mean at the end where you've got to sign all those papers?
quote by Louie Anderson
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THE Cards
All cards are marked it's a game of chance
Fate collides leading us a merry dance
Slight of hand very quick
Nine or twenty one card trick
Luck never gives it only lends
Playing the cards always contends
Fate never looses it deals so svelte
It was always to be the hand that was dealt
So now all cards are marked
And all fates will collide
When at the table you next reside.
poem by Hazel Connelly
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Mixing Time Your Way
so, on most of the days
you teach literature
and you said you love it
you never worked
at all,
and then on some peculiar days
you spend your body
spread on a much
needed solitude
that boulevard,
there are days you go
brisk on
a real estate business
you've got to make money sometimes
lest you can't survive
these harsh times,
and then you are back to what
you are
a poetess mixing time
taxes, teaching, real properties
solitude
sitting on a chair facing the sea
scribbling
reminiscing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Solitair, a teacher
Solitaire is a card game
Developed for playing
By self with no opponent
The fact is you are
Playing your own self
This is what
Solitaire teaches you
You shuffle cards
You distribute them
Upside down
Over eight or ten rows
Not knowing which card
Lays where and in what order
Keeping only the top layer open
You start arranging
Cards in descending order
As you move an open card
The card immediately under
Opens up
The card opening up may or may ot be
Matching your requirements
While opening up card
Depends on your luck
Card moving is totally
Left to you and
A lot depends on your skill
But you keep playing
Till the time either you win
By accumulating suits in order
Or when you get stuck
With no more moving of cards possible
And you lose the game
Life is like that only
And as in solitaire you play it alone
Though you seemingly have partners
And you must know that
You are all alone playing your game
You act on visible opportunities
And as you act upon this
New venues opening up
One by one
Either to your surprise or shock
Still you keep playing the game of life
Expecting each time when you act
There will be favourable changes
And with further scopes for gaining
The only difference is that
You quit the game in solitaire
But in life the game leaves you
At its discretion
Leaving you to wonder
Whether you are a winner or loser
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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All the four queens and kings
The queens in the playing cards pack
Grumble for their powerless kings.
The Master of gambler re-shuffles the pack
And like puppets they go here and there.
Shrewd Jacks hide somewhere.
When the trump card turns,
Poor man looses his pocket.
He never gets a chance,
Win the queen of hearts and back home?
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The One Percent
They are hidden, the mythical they,
in the details of business from day to day
helping, harming, nudging, farming
ceaselessly upset by the peaceful, disarming...
Theories are useful, some men would say,
in the managing of money and planning of play
buying, selling, directing, impelling
forever content to grow fat and start smelling...
Too much excess, has spilled from our dish
and bled out our coffers for the cause of the rich
living, surviving, scheming, conniving
intent on construction by poor men depriving
Let one man stand tall, atop millions of bodies,
impressing himself with constructing lotteries
grabbing, leeching, killing, preaching
with apt disregard for his actions impeaching
The dream is still true, small men can be great
with two eyes for money and an ear out for fate
dodging, holding, playing, folding
no actions withheld til his body is molding
poem by Poet Dragon
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Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 01
One of the great devotees having been asked about his opinion concerning a hermit whom others had censured in their conversation, he replied: ‘I do not see any external blemishes on him and do not know of internal ones.’
Whomsoever thou seest in a religious habit
Consider him to be a religious and good man
And, if thou knowest not his internal condition,
What business has the muhtasib inside the house?
The Squeezing Of The Stone
dad waited 8 years
to tell him that
cancer had infiltrated his body-
dad waited 8 years to tell him that
he had done anything about it-
dad had to stop working &
when he put money in the market
under close supervision of someone
whom he thought would help him out,
the whole fucking thing
collapsed,
like the house of playing cards that it was,
leaving only the kings & queens as always
to walk off scot-free
at a brisk pace
holding bags of money &
plane tickets-
dad's money gone &
inability to work as he once did,
he began to watch all that he owned
leave his grasp
after working so hard for so many years
to do without credit &
to stay afloat the best that he could,
raising kids in the meantime &
saving that money for when times got tough,
for when he got old-
and so with less than 20 grand in the bank
he can't shell out the money for the shots anymore,
not to mention the radiation-
the stone can't be squeezed for blood to help
there's just nothing left &
another great man will die because
america has no universal health care for its
citizens.
poem by Andrew Delapruch
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