One Woman's Perspective
Is it that men love to kill?
It must be that they've lost free will.
Can't a boy grow up to be kind?
It must be that he's given up his mind.
Don't all men know how to cry?
Some have to wait 'til they see their buddy die.
Can't a boy grow up to abhor death?
They abhor it when they take their last breath.
The boys I raised learned the golden rule.
So maybe it's the mothers that play the fool.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Groom your mind, not the face.
Crow, for what I abhor you:
the ugliness or the stealing habit?
Ass, for what I abhor you:
the dwarf ness or the laziness?
Beggar, for what I abhor you:
the poorness or the meanness?
You are viewed by your attitude,
Not by attributes.
22.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hik-Tee-Dik!
THE WAR-CRY OF BILLY AND BUDDY
When two little boys--renowned but for noise--
Hik-tee-dik! Billy and Buddy!--
May hurt a whole school, and the head it employs,
Hik-tee-dik! Billy and Buddy!
Such loud and hilarious pupils indeed
Need learning--and yet something further they need,
Though fond hearts that love them may sorrow and bleed.
Hik-tee-dik! Billy and Buddy!
O the schoolmarm was cool, and in no wise a fool;
Hik-tee-dik! Billy and Buddy!
And in ruling her ranks it was _her_ rule to _rule_;
Hik-tee-dik! Billy and Buddy!
So when these two pupils conspired, every day,
Some mad piece of mischief, with whoop and hoo-ray,
That hurt yet defied her,--how happy were they!--
Hik-tee-dik! Billy and Buddy!
At the ring of the bell they 'd rush in with a yell--
Hik-tee-dik! Billy and Buddy!
And they'd bang the school-door till the plastering fell,
Hik-tee-dik! Billy and Buddy!
They'd clinch as they came, and pretend not to see
As they knocked her desk over--then, _My!_ and _O-me!_
How awfully sorry they'd both seem to be!
Hik-tee-dik! Billy and Buddy!
This trick seemed so neat and so safe a conceit,--
Hik-tee-dik! Billy and Buddy!--
They played it three times--though the third they were beat;
Hik-tee-dik! Billy and Buddy!
For the teacher, she righted her desk--raised the lid
And folded and packed away each little kid--
Closed the incident so--yes, and locked it, she did--
Hik-tee-dik! Billy and Buddy!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Sonnet 150: O from what power hast thou this powerful might
O, from what power hast thou this powerful might
With insufficiency my heart to sway?
To make me give the lie to my true sight,
And swear that brightness doth not grace the day?
Whence hast thou this becoming of things ill,
That in the very refuse of thy deeds
There is such strength and warrantise of skill
That, in my mind, thy worst all best exceeds?
Who taught thee how to make me love thee more,
The more I hear and see just cause of hate?
O, though I love what others do abhor,
With others thou shouldst not abhor my state.
If thy unworthiness raised love in me,
More worthy I to be beloved of thee.
poem by William Shakespeare
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All The Wrongs
No really
Literally
I think I love you
You make me so excited too
When I'm around you I just want to sing, sing love songs
But I can't help but consider all the wrongs
I don't know if I love you, girl I don't know what love is
When I look at myself I'm disgusted 'why would anyone be his? '
Aren't you? even if not, if you saw what I see
Wouldn't you hate me?
I don't understand, I don't want to talk to me...but you do
It almost seems like you care too
I'm just not good enough for you, this is all I got
Just not
But there's so much more
Yes there's a lot of me to abhor
But I'm also not ready
I just cant handle being in a relationship,
I'm not even comfortable being me
I can't even get a grip
But there's so much more
Yes there's a lot of me to abhor
But also what about faith
Do you believe what I do?
Can I have fellowship with you?
What about the deepest relationship of all
We have to share that or we'll just fall
Even if you do, I bet I can guarantee
The problem again is me
I'm not ready, we'd be unequally yoked, because I'm well, I'm me.
But there's so much more
Yes, there's a lot of me to abhor
I don't want you to love me
I desire your love more than I desire life
And yet I want YOUR life to be rife
With happiness and true love, can't you see
Since I love you I don't want you to love me
Since I love you I want someone else for you
Since I love you I want what's best for you too
That's not me
So Since I love you (or so I convince myself) don't love me.
But there's so much more
Yes, there's a lot of me to abhor
But also lust
Maybe it's excitement, maybe it's really sinful, sorry to disgust
You, but I desire you
In a bad way too
Not often, and surely this is why I hate myself
But there are times when I allow these desires just to engulf
Me, they take over, and so your looks get in the way
Because you're gorgeous, but I want to love for who you really are
Can I really do that? With my scar?
I want to really love you I say...
Really, I want to love, I don't want this lust, I can't separate the two
I'm sorry, I don't know if I could ever make it up to you
I'm sorry, so sorry for the lust
I'm sorry, so sorry, sorry for me.
poem by David Knox
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People who abhor solitude may abhor company almost as much.
quote by Mason Cooley
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None of Them Have Men In Their Lives
None of them have men in their lives.
The boys that were raised...
Stayed boys.
Encouraged to do what boys do.
To go outside and play.
Games they would do all day.
None of them have men in their lives.
They were taught to criticize the ones that tried.
They would mock their attempts.
To convince the efforts made...
Were not up to par.
And less than grade A.
Leaving children to be raised by women...
To degrade any man that came their way!
None of them have men in their lives.
Because they do not recognize what one is.
They seek an image...
Portrayed by society.
And they wait for society to create for them...
Men that society has diminished,
With false images.
And none of them will ever find,
A man who can duck bullets and flies!
Or escape criticism...
For the things he does and tries.
There will never be a man,
To be who he is in their eyes.
They have all been lied to!
And that's why...
None of them have men in their lives!
Not even the boys who too seek men...
To show the women they have found at least one.
One that had a mind...
And did no prison time!
Or played games,
Like boys who grow up to look like men do!
None of them have men in their lives.
Since the ones who know they are,
Men.
Have chosen not to have anything to do with them.
Believing they are just as rare as true women.
So...
They fly alone solo!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Dead
twisted up inside, knotted to the core learned to abhor, the twisted faces staring back at me, latching on to me holding on to me, you never let go. rich was the earth, that filled rivers with blood, blood over, in the back of the new vision. put forth by the state copulate, reverberate in this darkened space work to love and love and love death, dead, we are death, over and out, totally burned out. feel the machines implanted in your head, pulling stretching your thoughts. mangled nerves twist and turn. pull out all the wires and push them into your heart restart the core is turned on obliteration will start in 20 seconds you must have faith, your days are dysfunctional restart, program initiated, i saw death you feel pain i kill you, over and over again. to the end. your death, your dead. i see you, i stab you, i love you, i love you. i hate you, i hate you, i crush you, i own you. i destroy you, i clone, i glow, i kill you, i kill you, i kill you, i kill you, i feel you, i feel you, could i care, could i care, could i care, could i care.
song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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Grow
Grow.
Difficult it is.
And in the doing,
It is magical too.
If you,
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
Slow and determine,
To acquire knowledge.
And not upon it sit.
Become more inquisitive...
About life as it exists.
Don't permit,
Given criticisms to stop your quest.
The more that is learned,
The more of them...
May just manifest.
Grow.
It will become easy to be embittered,
By all that appears stagnant.
But a patience that develops,
Will within you begin to navigate...
Over obstacles and things that irritate.
You can and will,
Grow.
Show it with defined purpose.
Grow.
Don't fear ignorance.
Grow.
Overcome it like hopping a fence.
You can and will,
Grow.
Don't sit and bemoan your fate.
Grow.
Ignorance is not bliss.
Grow,
Ignorance can twist,
An unconscious mind into bits!
You can and will,
Grow.
Like a flower that blooms.
And reaches towards the sky.
Grow.
Do not deny it as life passes you by!
Grow.
Learn to fly and soar!
You can and will,
Grow.
Make opportunities for yourself,
And unlock...
All of those locked up doors,
You allowed to close before.
You can and will,
Grow.
Difficult it is.
Grow.
And in the doing.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
It is magical too.
Grow.
If you decide to...
Grow.
Grow.
Grow.
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
You can and will,
Grow!
And let that be your mission.
Grow.
Knowing it is your ammunition.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
Grow.
Grow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Abhor The War
To abhor him sides with evil looking people,
Ablutions are made by the priests for their prayers.
To abhor them is to love them, in ways of good,
For therapy arises for the able, the good in ways.
Priests spoil the time when they fight, fighting prospers
Inwardly, too considerably, like a mound of water and ice.
Marching, the cavalry sends itself through the waters of the land,
A camcorder calls its picture to us in a campaign,
To carry music when aloud and allowed,
The battle of the men of war is afire, with abhorrences,
War measures too supreme by the commander of the forces.
It will escalate beyond our vision, to abhor priesthood is wrong;
It is a comet of warriors that the priest is abhorring.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Tough Llittle Boys
TOUGH LITTLE BOYS
I NEVER ONCE BACKED DOWN FROM A PUNCH
WELL ID TAKE IT SQUARE ON THE CHIN
I FOUND OUT FAST THAT BULLIES JUST LAUGH
I HAVE TO STAND UP TO HIM
I DIDNT CRY WHEN I GOT A BLACK EYE
AS BAD AS IT HURT I JUST GRINNED
WHEN TOUGH LITTLE BOYS GROW UP TO BE DADS
THEY TURN INTO BIG BABIES AGAIN
SCARED ME TO DEATH WHEN YOU TOOK YOUR FIRST STEPS
ID FALL EVERYTIME YOU FELL DOWN
YOUR FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL I CRIED LIKE A FOOL
I FOLLOWED YOUR SCHOOL BUS TO TOWN
I DIDNT CRY WHEN OLD YELLER DIED AT
LEAST NOT IN FRONT OF MY FRIENDS
WHEN TOUGH LITTLE BOYS GROW UP TO BE DADS
THEY TURN INTO BIG BABIES AGAIN
IM A GROWN MAN BUT AS STRONG AS I AM
WELL SOMETIMES ITS HARD TO BELIEVE
HOW ONE LITTLE GIRL WITH LITTLE BLONDE CURLS
COULD TOTALLY TERRIFY ME
IF YOU WERE TO ASK MY WIFE WOULD JUST LAUGH
SHED SAY ID KNOW ALL ABOUT MEN
WHEN TOUGH LITTLE BOYS GROW UP TO BE DADS
THEY TURN INTO BIG BABIES AGAIN
WELL I KNOW ONE DAY I WILL GIVE YOU AWAY
IM GONNA STAND THERE AND SMILE
BUT WHEN I GET HOME AND IM ALL ALONE
WELL I SIT IN YOUR ROOM FOR A WHILE
WELL I DIDNT CRY WHEN OLD YELLER DIED
WELL AT LEAST NOT IN FRONT OF MY FRIENDS
WHEN TOUGH LITTLE BOYS GROW UP TO BE DADS
THEY TURN INTO BIG BABIES AGAIN
WHEN TOUGH LITTLE BOYS GROW UP TO BE DADS
THEY TURN INTO BIG BABIES AGAIN
song performed by by Gary Allan
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Tough Little Boys
I never once, backed down from a punch.
I'd take it square on the chin.
Well I found out fast a bullys just that and you got to stand up to him.
So I didn't cry when I got a black eye as bad as it hurt I just grinned.
But when tough little boys grow up to be Dads
They turn into big babies again.
Scared me to death when took your first steps,
Well I'd fall everytime you fell down.
Your first day of school,
I cried like a fool, I followed your school bus to town.
Well I didn't cry when ol Yeller died
at least not in front of my friends.
But when tough little boys grow up to be
Dads they turn into big babies again.
Well I'm a grown man and as strong as I am.
Well sometimes it's hard to believe,
One little girl with little blonde curls can totally terrify me.
If you were to ask my wife would just laugh ,
she'd say I know all about men,
how tough little boys grow up to be Dads
they turn into big babies again.
Well I know one day I'll give you away
and I'm goin to stand there and smile.
When I get home and I'm all alone,
I'll sit in your room for awhile.
Cause when tough little boys grow up to be
Dads they turn into big babies again
song performed by by Gary Allan
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Other Me
I Know I Was A Crazy Fool
For Treating You The Way I Did
But Something Took Hold Of Me
And I Acted Like A Dustbin Lid
I Didn't Give Second Though
To What The Consequence Might Be
I Really Wouldn't Be Surprised
If You Were Trying To Find Another Me
The Other Me Would Rather Be The Glad One
The Other Me Would Rather Play The Fool
I Want To Be The Kind Of Me
That Doesn't Let You Down As A Rule
I Know It Doesn't Take A Lot
To Have A Little Self-Control
But Every Time That I Forgot
Well I Landed In Another Hole
But Everytime You Pull Me Out
I Find It Harder Not To See
That We Can Build A Better Life
If I Can Try To Find The Other Me
The Other Me Would Rather Be The Glad One
The Other Me Would Rather Play The Fool
I Want To Be The Kind Of Me
That Doesn't Let You Down As A Rule
But If I Ever Hurt You
Well You Know That It's Not Real
It's No Easy Living By Yourself
So Imagine How I Feel
I Wish That I Could Take It Back
I'd Like To Make A Different Mood
And If You Let Me Try Again
I'll Have A Better Attitude
Well I Know That One And One Make Two
And That's What I Want Us To Be
I Really Would Appreciate It
If You'd Help Me Find The Other Me
The Other Me Would Rather Be The Glad One
The Other Me Would Rather Play The Fool
I Want To Be The Kind Of Me
That Doesn't Let You Down As A Rule
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The Other Me
I know I was a crazy fool
For treating you the way I did
But something took hold of me
And I acted like a dustbin lid
I didnt give second though
To what the consequence might be
I really wouldnt be surprised
If you were trying to find another me
The other me would rather be the glad one
The other me would rather play the fool
I want to be the kind of me
That doesnt let you down as a rule
I know it doesnt take a lot
To have a little self-control
But every time that I forgot
Well I landed in another hole
But everytime you pull me out
I find it harder not to see
That we can build a better life
If I can try to find the other me
The other me would rather be the glad one
The other me would rather play the fool
I want to be the kind of me
That doesnt let you down as a rule
But if I ever hurt you
Well you know that its not real
Its no easy living by yourself
So imagine how I feel
I wish that I could take it back
Id like to make a different mood
And if you let me try again
Ill have a better attitude
Well I know that one and one make two
And thats what I want us to be
I really would appreciate it
If youd help me find the other me
The other me would rather be the glad one
The other me would rather play the fool
I want to be the kind of me
That doesnt let you down as a rule
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Kill Instincts To Smile At Death!
Don't kill animals, you are more animal than human,
more and more you learn,
You find animals live in you, Kill their instincts in own your mind,
Humanity and love are that strange light,
in which instincts dry and die and vanish,
you need not find and kill them,
Or you need not banish!
Patience and compassion grow quick and wide,
Under them how can weeds like instinct and ego grow?
Don't kill your desires, not allow them to kill you!
be better gardner of own mind,
neither prune them,
nor water
Only plant good virtues and thoughts and take care of deeds,
Care and nurture only love,
Like to live like peaceful dove,
Love that takes care of them remove all pests and weeds!
Don't kill the time, use it well
Some day time may bring you the death,
Do well here, living satisfied,
Welcome your new friend, with a warm hand,
'Hello, my dear Death, how do you do? '
Take this body and mind and everything,
They were always yours, and you are the real owner,
I was that homeless, nameless, formless, tenant,
But never I was hopeless or
Faithless!
And I am that vacating, and you need not force me out!
You could see me,
who I am
Unlike my past lives,
I am now not even that absolute soul of universe,
I am awaken to sleep in my awareness!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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I Grow Old
i grow old, i grow old
i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled
and steal from TS Eliot
thinking no-one knows
i grow old, i grow old
i shall cease to do what i am told
and stay in bed till sunset
when the weather gets too cold
i grow old, i grow old
i shall only wear my crumpled clothes
and look disdainfully at others
when they roll up their nose
i grow old, i grow old
i shall watch events unfold
and take a greater pleasure
in an elder statesman role.
i grow old, i grow old
i shall never play lawn bowls
and never will watch cricket
that's too boring for the soul.
i grow old, i grow old
but i shall never be so bold
as to admonish others
when my views they do not hold.
poem by David Keig
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Let it Kill
let it kill me and if it doesnt let it try again and again and again till i die, then let it try again and again and finally let it kill me if not then let it try again till i die of pain cause this pain i cannot take, so let it kill until i feel death creep up the corner, let me die with honor or without it just let me die, so let it kill me again and again and if not let it try until i die, for this life i cannot take i have lost all faith so just let me die, let it try to kill me dont set me free come on kill me i refuse mercy or sympathy all i want is death so please let it kill let it send me to death as fast as things go past, let it kill, let it destroy my soul and leave it not whole for i want death, i want death again i say i want death let it kill and if not let it kill again and again till death is all that remain, let it kill
poem by Adens Kamwi
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Native Daughters Of The Golden West
In ecstasy they cry to know
If their parents love will let them grow
Their mothers pride, their fathers joy
We thank the stars that theyre not boys
The native daughters of the golden west
Their beauty is priceless
As children do they stayed at home
Waiting for the day that they were grown
The future seemed so far away
But every night theyd kneel and pray
But all in all they did their best
And one by one they left the nest
Across the globe they searched for love
And put their faith in God above
The native daughters of the golden west
Theyre made out of light
We never would have guessed
So by and by their dreams came true they fell in love with boys they knew
Their children grew fed from the breast
Of the native daughters of the golden west
The native daughters of the golden west
They talk all day
But we were not impressed
The native daughters of the golden west
Theyre sisters of mercy
Theyll grant your last request
song performed by by Omd
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Let It Grow
(by eric clapton)
Im standin at the crossroads
Tryin to read the signs
To tell me which way I should
Go to find the answer
And all the time I know
Let your love and let it grow.
Let it grow, let it grow,
Let it blossom, let it flow.
In the sun and in the snow
Love is lovely, let it grow.
Lookin for a reason
To check out on my mind.
Its so hard to find a
Friend that I can count on.
Theres nothin left to show,
Plant your love and let it grow.
Let it grow...
Time is gettin shorter
And theres much for you to do,
Only askn you will get what you are needin,
The rest is up to you.
Plant your love and let it grow.
Let it grow...
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Not Counting You
When loving turns to parting
Im always the first to leave
Cause when it comes to heartaches
Id rather give than to receive
Ive never cried myself to sleep
Just praying Ill get through
Ive never lost at love not counting you
(chorus)
Not counting you Ive never had a heartache
Not counting you I never have been blue
Theres no exceptions to the rule
Ive never been nobodys fool
Ive never lost at love not counting you
Ive never got down on my knees
And asked the lord above
If he would only bring to me
The one Im dreaming of
Begging to be taken back
And swearing Ill be true
Has never crossed my mind not counting you
*chorus*
Theres no exceptions to the rule
Ive never been nobodys fool
Ive never lost at love not counting you
Theres no exceptions to the rule
Ive never been nobodys fool
Ive never lost at love not counting you
No, Ive never lost at love not counting you
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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I Grow Old
I grow old I should feel the cold
I grow old I should have grey hair
I grow old I should sit and stare
I grow old I should have false teeth
I grow old I should have poor sight
I grow old I should forget to write
I grow old I should have aches and pains
I grow old I should 'stroll down memory lane'
I grow old I should walk with a stick
But as I grow old I KICK ASS!
And that's about it!
poem by Yvette Smith
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