Moving on, is a simple thing, what it leaves behind is hard.
quote by Dave Mustaine
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way.
quote by Charles Bukowski
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To Be (Love Poem)
Sometimes it’s hard to be apart
Sometimes it’s hard to be brave
Sometimes it’s hard to be cold
Sometimes it’s hard to be daring
Sometimes it’s hard to be early
Sometimes it’s hard to be friends
Sometimes it’s hard to be good
Sometimes it’s hard to be happy
Sometimes it’s hard to be in-love
Sometimes it’s hard to be just
Sometimes it’s hard to be kind
Sometimes it’s hard to be lovely
Sometimes it’s hard to be mellow
Sometimes it’s hard to be nasty
Sometimes it’s hard to be out
Sometimes it’s hard to be poor
Sometimes it’s hard to be quiet
Sometimes it’s hard to be ready
Sometimes it’s hard to be simple
Sometimes it’s hard to be together
poem by Ian Beckett
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A Tout Le Monde
Dont remember where I was
I realized life was a game
The more seriously I took things
The harder the rules became
I had no idea what itd cost
My life passed before my eyes
I found out how little I accomplished
All my plans denied
So as you read this know my friends
Id love to stay with you all
Please smile when you think of me
My bodys gone thats all
A tout le monde
A tout les amis
Je vous aime
Je dois partir
There are the last words
Ill ever speak
And theyll set me free
If my heart was still alive
I know it would surely break
And my memories left with you
Theres nothing more to say
Moving on is a simple thing
What it leaves behind is hard
You know the sleeping feel no more pain
And the living are scarred
song performed by by Megadeth
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Hard Way
I'm moving in
She's moving out to Los Angeles
She's got a truck; she's got my stuff
Packed into it
Just seven months
Was just enough
Of putting up with me
Imagine that
A baseball bat upside her TV
she says she needs some therapy
[Chorus:]
You know it seemed so simple before
She could have asked
I would have given her anything
And now it's 1, 2, 3
Blame it all on me
And I had to find it out the hard way
She calls me up
She's breaking down
In Los Angeles
She misses home
She's all alone
She can't handle it
But seven months was just enough
Of putting up with her
You're brand new nose & bigger boobs
Don't change a thing
You need some therapy
I think you need some help
[Chorus]
She's got a lot to figure out
She's got a lot to think about
She's got a lot to forget about
She's got a lot to live without
So many things to miss about me
[Chorus]
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Moving Oleta
Moving Oleta was the hardest thing he'd done
The nurses saw an old woman cryin'
But he saw the love of his life
She don't know where she is
But she knows this isn't home
Love is a hard, hard road
He met her in the summer of thirty-seven
In a brush arbor down on the Rush Creek shore
He loved her black hair and the mischief in her smile
But she won him with her eyes
All the years and children gone
He still sees her the same
Love is a hard, hard road
He woke up and mornin' and drove into town
He stayed all day til her dinner came
Then he took her to her room
Leaned on her wheelchair like a walker
And covered her with a quilt that she'd made
Only God and a couple of nurses
Helped the old man shoulder the load
Love is a hard, hard road
He said "They tell me this is all that's left,
Say this hell on earth is best,
I list all those reasons and I still don't understand"
He cursed his body old and weak
Tears of failure burned his cheeks
He said "Oh, don't you know I prayed to die before this day"
Love is a hard, hard road
There's a shadow much darker than the shadow of death
When you fear the reaper might not come today
They line 'em up in Laz-E-Boys out in the sunroom
The TV keeps the quiet away
She can't recall his name
And she's the only love he's known
Love is a hard, hard road
Love is a hard, hard road
Moving Oleta was the hardest thing he'd done
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Moving On
Moving on our way
Moving on our way
I will always remember
Our first days together
It felt like we had known each other forever
We were dreamers
And we were believers
To give up everything
To follow this dream
But one thing that we have learnt is to stand, together as one
And nothing will overcome
And nothings gonna stop us now
Chorus:
Moving on our way
Were moving on in the one direction
Were growing stronger with each passing day
Were moving on ewell always remember
All of our friends all along the way
Moving on our way
Now theres been hard times
As the road unwinds
Weve grown closer
Its been worth all the sacrifice
Times are changing
And I hear what you say
Cantlook at the world
Through innocent eyes
We promise we will never forget the message
Keep the faith as long as youre here
By our side
Well make this music last for all time
Chorus till end
song performed by by 911
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXX: Good Vs Bad
Good is always in simple mind, bad always thinks how to trick
Good is always in simple way, bad always finds the escape
Good is always in simple manner, bad always fakes to cheat
Good is always in simple purpose, bad always has a catch
Good is always in simple reason, bad always uses layered lies
Good is always in simple trust, bad always changes the side
Good is always in simple life, bad always watches his back
Good is always in simple word, bad always talks complicated
Good is always in simple fun, bad always tired to understand
Good is always in simple hope, bad always tries to control the world
Good is always in simple choice, bad always looks what’s the point
Good is always in simple act, bad always counts the advantage
Good is always in simple thing, bad always exaggerates what have been
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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There's no such thing as simple. Simple is hard.
quote by Martin Scorsese
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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The art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can, and keep moving.
quote by Ulysses S. Grant
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The art of war is simple enough. Find out where your enemy is. Get at him as soon as you can. Strike him as hard as you can, and keep moving on.
quote by Ulysses S. Grant
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hard Way
Im moving in
Shes moving out to los angeles
Shes got a truck; shes got my stuff
Packed into it
Just seven months
Was just enough
Of putting up with me
Imagine that
A baseball bat upside her tv
She says she needs some therapy
[chorus:]
You know it seemed so simple before
She could have asked
I would have given her anything
And now its 1, 2, 3
Blame it all on me
And I had to find it out the hard way
She calls me up
Shes breaking down
In los angeles
She misses home
Shes all alone
She cant handle it
But seven months was just enough
Of putting up with her
Youre brand new nose & bigger boobs
Dont change a thing
You need some therapy
I think you need some help
[chorus]
Shes got a lot to figure out
Shes got a lot to think about
Shes got a lot to forget about
Shes got a lot to live without
So many things to miss about me
[chorus]
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Simple Things
simple things are the simple thoughts to a
simple man
like me
simple things like a coin where there is no face of me
or you
but it can buy me something to shame me of my
poverty and helplessness
a simple yawn
i haven't really slept
to the minimum that my eyes need
and look at these eyes
they are sinking to my sockets
a simple
word is all i need and i will always repeat it
'love'
'me'
this is the simple man, let there be no complications
about
spelling
or ethics
i am a simple man and morality is too hard for me to understand
all i ask is that you must
love me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Play A Simple Song
Oh my friend won't you tell me what to do?
a'They don't seem to understand.
I try so hard to make my music tell the truth.
a'Can't you lend a helpin' hand?
You gotta play a simple song for them.
a'That's the only thing they want to love and understand.
Won't you play a simple song for them?
Well I think that the songs are doin' fine.
Well I can tell what's on their mind.
You lend a hand now I'm doin' all I can
to help the people understand.
You gotta play a simple song for them.
That's the only thing they want to love and understand.
Won't you play a simple song for them?
Oh my Lord I'll try, I'll try and try again.
You gotta play a simple song for them.
That's the only thing they want to love and understand.
Won't you play a simple song for them?
song performed by by 38 Special
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It has, moreover, been proven that horror, nastiness, and the frightful are what give pleasure when one fornicates. Beauty is a simple thing ugliness is the exceptional thing. And fiery imaginations, no doubt, always prefer the extraordinary thing to the simple thing.
quote by Marquis de Sade
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Babies Simple Smile
A babies simple smile
So Innocent and pure
A babies simple smile
All my Sadness it can cure
A babies simple smile
Incapable of fraud
A babies simple smile
This leaves me feeling awed
A babies simple smile
This fills my world with light
A babies simple smile
Oh how I love the sight
A babies simple smile
It’s a blessing I am sure
A babies simple smile
May it never be obscured
poem by Raven Nevermore
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At The Beginning.........
created in a simple form with a simple purpose
to enjoy what is given and live in a simple ways
where each gift is given according to each one
needs
leaves, creator to walk in the paradise, where
everything is almost heaven to take, worries,
anxiety, pain, and suffering is not a experienced
to remember
gives all of what is life in the heaven's park, a will
that is freely given, the will to pro-creates, to
judge, to live and the authority to save all of what
is living
now is to die of what makes every living live a
time to go and see, believe, and forward, every
precious moment to feel the special time, the
remembrance of every start
a simple beginning, where everybody leaves every
soul to a simple return....
poem by Antonio Liao
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Every Little Thing She Does
(jeffrey steele/al anderson/bob dipiero)
Ooh, when I see her in my tee shirt
Brushin her teeth, dancin to the radio
Ooh, her coffee and her kissin
The way she looks at me, I hate to see her leave
But I sure love watchin her go
Every little thing she does
Every little thing she does
I keep fallin in love with every single simple
Ordinary little thing she does
Ooh, paintin on her toenails
Watchin tv, got her mama on the telephone
Ooh, in a corner at a party
She puts down her drink, gives me a little wink
And says wait til I get you home
Every little thing she does
Every little thing she does
I keep fallin in love with every single simple
Ordinary little thing she does
Listenin to her breathe, watchin her when she sleeps
The bubbles in her bath, the funny little laugh
Oh yea, oh yea, oh yea
Every little thing she does
Every little thing she does
I keep fallin in love with every single simple
Ordinary little thing she does
song performed by by Lonestar
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Unanswerable Question
A simple gift.
Many things can be meant from it.
Love, friendship, kindness and caring.
All of these can com from such a simple thing.
A rose is such a gift.
But this can be used for many things.
A birthday, an anniversary, a holiday, a funeral...
How can a simple thing be so sad?
This is a question that cannot be answered.
For the ones that can answer are already in our memories,
waiting for the day that we will join them..
We live and learn,
trying to make the best of our lives as possible.
A simple gift to me only means one thing to me,
that the world isnt as great as we thought.
It ends all the same.
It ends with death.
poem by Jeremiah Wimbrough
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Sitting, Waiting
sitting, as simple as sitting on a stair
you look around through dragonfly eyes
from higher places
like a cliff overlooking a village
closer to cotton clouds
patches of hissing
winds up here,
alone,
you sit, sitting is simple, it is not complicated
as waiting which is heavier sometimes with a person who is not
showing some shadows for the coming,
sit,
i sit,
i am sitting viewing a wide horizon, a vast expanse of a field,
some white herons heaving leaves blown from dead trees this summer,
they fly away
from you, they fly away from where you are seated, from your country,
you remain sitting,
sit, like a dog to his master telling him to sit,
sit,
it is simple as being yourself alone, not even waiting
things end in darkness
dust settles finally on the ground after a truck fully loaded with almost
everything leaves
the road heading far away from you,
you are not waiting for anything
you have no time
left for waiting, everything leaves and goes away, always everybody
utters the word goodbye
except these, the rain, the rain, there are many of them,
these hordes of rains
they are coming and you sit and do the last thing possible
listen
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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sitting, waiting
sitting, as simple as sitting on a stair
you look around through dragonfly eyes
from higher places
like a cliff overlooking a village
closer to cotton clouds
patches of hissing
winds up here,
alone,
you sit, sitting is simple, it is not complicated
as waiting which is heavier sometimes with a person who is not
showing some shadows for the coming,
sit,
i sit,
i am sitting viewing a wide horizon, a vast expanse of a field,
some white herons heaving leaves blown from dead trees this summer,
they fly away
from you, they fly away from where you are seated, from your country,
you remain sitting,
sit, like a dog to his master telling him to sit,
sit,
it is simple as being yourself alone, not even waiting
things end in darkness
dust settles finally on the ground after a truck fully loaded with almost
everything leaves
the road heading far away from you,
you are not waiting for anything
you have no time
left for waiting, everything leaves and goes away, always everybody
utters the word goodbye
except these, the rain, the rain, there are many of them,
these hordes of rains
they are coming and you sit and do the last thing possible
listen
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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