My reputation was a bit exaggerated. Things were written in newspapers, then copied, then doubled. One of the reasons why I never disclaimed that, was because I found it amusing. But I also constructed such an image for myself in order to gain more of a private life.
quote by Thomas Kretschmann
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Private Life
This is my private life
I have no friends to fear
Ive got no problems no cross to bear
If you can find me
Come and get me out of here
Chorus
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life . . .
These are my private things
There they are against the wall
The dirty pictures, religious objects
These are my private things
Come and get them out of here
This is my private bed
This is where I lie at night
Staring at a light bulb hanging on the ceiling
Waiting for a dream to
Come and get me out of here
Bridge
Here in my humble room at night
I often wonder what goes on out there
What makes them runs o scared
I often stare at the people passing by
But they cant see me thru my window shades
Just like Im not even there
Chorus
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life
Theres something dangerous I like
This is my private life
I know my problems arent your fault
What I really want to know
Has it always been this way
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life
Come and get me out of here
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Things Happen For Their Reasons
Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.
Things happen for their reasons.
And,
What is there to say...
That can excuse mistakes away.
Stop that need to medicate.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why waste time in prolonged debates.
Thing happen for their reasons.
What is the purpose for seeking escapes.
Things happen for their reasons.
Acceptance eases,
The facing of one's fate.
Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.
Stop that need to feed on grief.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why squeeze a healing wound to bleed.
Things happen for their reasons
They happen for their reasons.
And aging doesn't make one safe.
Or offer escapades as a gateway to charade.
Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.
Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.
Even while one ages,
With a life reminisced played on many stages...
Try their best to gracefully accept,
Things happen for their reasons.
And those experienced,
Eventually see this.
Things happen for their reasons.
And in the living of one's life...
A discovery reveals,
Those reasons with insight.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet: There Are Reasons for All Things
There must be reasons for the shaking leaves;
There must be reasons for the swaying trees;
There must be reasons for the drying sheaves;
There must be reasons causing any breeze.
There must be reasons for the waves at sea;
There must be reasons for ripples in pond;
There must be reasons for the sea briny;
There must be reasons for a mutual bond.
There must be reasons for the changing climes;
There must be reasons for both drought and rain;
There must be reasons for good and bad times;
There must be reasons for a boon or bane.
There must be reasons for all things on earth;
But not much reasons why men sin since birth!
poem by John Celes
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Private Eye
Ive got a private eye to see if youve a mother
Ive got a private eye to find out where you go
Ive got a private eye to see if youve a lover
Ive got a private eye to tell me what you know
You really should tread much more careful
Or youre going to get a stareful from my private eye
Ive got a private eye to search the seas and skies
Ive got a private eye to follow you around
Ive got a private eye to tear off your disguise
Ive got a private eye to make you look just like a clown
You really should...
Ive got a private eye to see if youve a mother...
It nearly stopped my heart from beating
When I found out you were meeting my private eye
song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Private Eye
Ive got a private eye to see if youve a mother
Ive got a private eye to find out where you go
Ive got a private eye to see if youve a lover
Ive got a private eye to tell me what you know
You really should tread much more careful
Or youre going to get a stareful from my private eye
Ive got a private eye to search the seas and skies
Ive got a private eye to follow you around
Ive got a private eye to tear off your disguise
Ive got a private eye to make you look just like a clown
You really should...
Ive got a private eye to see if youve a mother...
It nearly stopped my heart from beating
When I found out you were meeting my private eye
song performed by by Xtc
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Reasons
It's just the way it goes, and everybody does,
And nobody said I can't, and this is how I feel
And I just wanted to, I really thought I could
Because The Reasons why, Why do we do the things we do?
Because, I try to make you see these things the way I do
It is what it is, and that's too bad for you
I don't even care, Why can I why not
And I do what I want, and this cause I said so
Because The Reasons why, Why do we do the things we do?
Because, I try to make you see these things the way I do
Because The Reasons why, Why do we do the things we do?
Because The Reasons, The Reasons, Cause The Reasons
Because The Reasons why, Why do we do the things we do?
Because, I try to make you see these things the way I do
Because The Reasons why, Why do we do the things we do?
Because The Reasons, Because The Reasons, I try to reason.
song performed by by P.O.D.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I would rather be cheated than cheat anyone. I would rather sacrifice 'gain' and have my reputation intact, because my reputation is more important to me than yours.
Joseph C Ogbonna (15 July 2016)
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Cassio: Reputation, reputation, reputation! Oh, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial. My reputation, Iago, my reputation!
line from Othello, Act II, Scene 3 by William Shakespeare (1603)
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Perhaps the greatest challenge has been trying to keep my time to myself and my private life private in order to do my job. Everything that is most mine belongs to everyone now.
quote by Sandra Cisneros
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Naturally I drew register a little exaggerated, in order to create something new in the sense of a sublime literature that sings of despair only in order to oppress the reader, and make him desire the good as the remedy.
quote by Comte de Lautreamont
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Suitable Image
Please.
I want everyone's full attention.
This is the only rule to the contest,
That will determine the winner of...
'Suitable Image'.
The first to arrive,
With that 'suitable image'...
Will be guaranteed that image,
To be impressed on the minds forever.
However...
And listen to this very carefully.
This is an open contest.
Anyone found...
To have bound and chained others,
Just to gain an advantage.
Will be disqualified.
If seen...
Doing these misdeeds.
We are not here to enslave anybody.
With a gagging done of them intentionally.
Remember what I have said!
We are not here to enslave anybody.
These acts are not tolerated.
If seen!
Now...
On your mark.
Get ready.
Go.
'There are voices heard coming,
From behind those closed doors.
Are you blinking?
Or is that a wink? '
No one said anything about 'hearing' things.
I said...
If seen.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Image building.
I’m known for different reasons
In different circles I lived in.
I’m known for different things
In different ages I went through.
The image built in a circle
Is unknown to other circles.
The image built in one age
Is unheard of in other ages.
Each image is left to die
When I shifted circles and ages.
Image building is a futile
Exercise we’re happy to do.
13.10.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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An example is often a deceptive mirror, and the order of destiny, so troubling to our thoughts, is not always found written in things past.
quote by Pierre Corneille
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It's strange that the newspapers don't see a connection between their false revelations about my private life and my need for seclusion and security.
quote by Agnetha Faltskog
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As I Aged With A Growing
I've doubled up on my love for life.
I learned games to play and I've paid that price.
But those nights and my youthful days grew colder.
And as I aged with a growing,
Some things I collected along the way...
I had to throw away with a knowing,
It was I who chose to live my life.
And I began to choose what was right for me.
I've doubled up on my love for life.
With a choice to let go and enjoy the ride.
Regardless who debated over the choices that I make.
No one knows what it takes for me to live.
With a doing it as if I live obstacle free.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Could Be A Poem?
This poem could be
The greatest thing you've ever heard
Like a verbal bird
Free to fly around the confines of your mind
Or maybe like a kite, flying freely caressed by the wind
There for you to repeat it again and again
This poem could be manipulated, congratulated, or disintegrated
It could even get frustrated if you fail to catch it's meaning
Demeaning one of the reasons it was written
To be heard, not deferred, or unnerved
It was made to inspire
Requiring the constant retire
That is your head
This poem could be life or death
The poem could convince you to put yourself
At risk to knowledge or to bullets
There is no chaos; There is harmony
There is no emotion; there is peace
OR
Through passion, I gain strength
Through strength, I gain power
Through power, I gain Victory...
Victory...
Victory...
This poem could be
This poem could be like victory
Great for the moment
Then lost in time
Lost in echoes
Lost in rhyme
Lost in justice
Lost in crime
Just lost
Then found!
Bound to the world by the person who hears it
This poem could be
Garbage
If you can't see the moral at the end of the story
No worries though
'Cause no deposit, no return
This poem could be
Over
But it's not
It lives for as long as you choose to
Hear it, Take it, Live it
This poem could be...
This poem could be..
My lord, WHAT this poem could be!
This poem could start a revolution, but it could end one too
This poem can and will make things happen
Bound and Determined
Or maybe
This poem could be
Just a poem?
poem by Dre' Porcher
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It's always amusing to look at how something early in the 20th century was written in anthropology and how it's written now. There's been an enormous shift in how it's done, but yet you can't put your finger on someone who actually did it.
quote by Clifford Geertz
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The Image
Written by: richard marx & fee waybill
Hope you dont believe a word
Of all the things I know youve heard about me
Really just a pack of ies
You see the truth before your eyes around me
Hard to keep it straight
The real from the ruse
Probably way too late
What can I do, but its
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see
Its just the image
Its all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me
Its just the image
Would it be too much to ask
That you could just gvie me the chance to prove it
Or would it only be a waste of time
To try to make you change your mind and use it
What Ive been looking for
Isnt what I thought
Not behind the golden door
Youre all Ive got, and its
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see
Its just the image
Its all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me
Its just the image
What Ive been looking for
Isnt what I thought
Not behind the golden door
Youre all Ive got, and its
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see
Just the image
Its all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me
Its just the image
Not what you think
Not what you hear
Not what you see
Its just the image
Its all on a string
All fantasy
Not really me
Its just the image
song performed by by Richard Marx
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Private Eye Bajadere
Monday morning, washing day, clothes, linen,
towels, sneakers, socks of course - before I start
I need a shot of dreams, a fantasy to carry me
through a mundane job of cleaning things
I could be an old-fashioned galley slave working
away on a ship crossing the Caribbean, or I could
be a fairy banished from fairyland forced to toil
a human life in order to earn fairy Brownie points
Or I could be a Private Eye posing as a household
drudge in order to fool all the street thugs while I’m
watching their every move, sending information
to my spy friends through secret signs
Suddenly, while I’m still sending signs pretending
I’m washing windows, someone grabbed me from
behind, I screamed, Rudi laughed; enquired about
my funny game, I told him my Private Eye fantasy
He became a rich Mafia boss seducing this Private
Eye to tap her brain, then fell in love and took her
for himself, mmm, Rudi understands my games
so well, next I’ll be his Bajadere
He’ll get to be the god Siva just as he is for me,
tomorrow I’ll immolate myself upon his pyre and
ascend to heaven in his arms...
(When our lecturer asked me what is a Bajadere,
I answered modestly Ein Dienstmädchen, he
smiled paternally and said we’d leave it at that)
‘Der Gott und die Bajadere’, a ballad with the sub-title ‘Indische Legende’ written by J. W. Goethe in June 1797, and published in the Musenalmanach for 1798. It is the story of an Indian prostitute who is visited by the god Siva, unrecognized in human form, and is seized with true love for him. The human shape is found lifeless in the morning, and the Bajadere immolates herself upon its pyre. She ascends to heaven in the arms of the god.
http: //www.answers.com/topic/der-gott-und-die-bajadere
poem by Louise Tredoux
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Private Girl
I am the private girl that you are looking for,
And i am very sweet and beautiful!
But i have the tears of love within me,
Because i am lonely without a lover.
The gift of life,
And the gentle tenderness of the muse;
For you will be my sweetest thing when,
You do call on me tonight.
I am hungry for love and,
Of the beautiful blessings bestowed on you;
For you are like the herb's bearing seed within me.
You are very friendly and amusing,
And i am very lonely and waiting;
For i am the private girl next door but,
With sparkling beautiful eyes to touch your heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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