Symptoms
How many symptoms can I count upon
to affect my conscious being?
I have so many that just appear
and seeing is believing.
Unwanted marks that are called beauty
are blemishes on my skin.
There's nothing beautiful about them
but it's the skin I am in.
Hips too wide, waist too small,
bosom ample enough.
Clothing hard to fit just right
and if that's not the stuff
that makes these symptoms, everyone
the bane of my existence,
then surely I can say that I know
they're just a minor hindrance.
For symptoms come and stay a while
and you get used to them.
But I always wonder which will be next
and will it cause a problem?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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These Are Symptoms
Rather than to admit to madness,
It was left unaddressed and explosed.
Rather than prevent it in its steps,
And arresting its progress...
The symptoms were ignored,
As a decision everyone then chose.
Locally,
People were still stuck...
In a 'they' and 'them' mindset.
Having no interests in backyard events.
Not even to be curious enough,
To take a peek through the fence.
Set in their ways and making less sense.
Accepting and tolerating a decline of their lives.
Not wishing to cause trouble...
So they kept their mouths closed,
To minimize the hassle.
And made any complaints,
In muffled tones in their homes.
As if a disease had arrived to condone.
And one did!
Rather than to admit to madness,
It was left unaddressed and explosed.
Rather than prevent it in its steps,
And arresting its progress...
The symptoms were ignored,
As a decision everyone then chose.
Locally,
People were still stuck...
In a 'they' and 'them' mindset.
Having no interests in backyard events.
Not even to be curious enough,
To take a peek through the fence.
Set in their ways and making less sense.
And...
Babbling incoherently.
Pointing to each other as another would agree.
'No.No.No,
They're sick.'
These are symptoms!
~No.No.
They are.~
These are symptoms!
*No.No.
We're not! *
These are symptoms!
'They are.'
These are symptoms!
~Nooo.~
'No.No.No,
She's sick.'
These are symptoms!
~No.No.
He is.~
These are symptoms!
*No.No.
THEY are.*
These are symptoms!
'NO! '
These are symptoms!
~Nooo.~
'No.No.No,
They're sick.'
These are symptoms!
~No.No.
They are.~
These are symptoms!
*No.No.
We're not! *
These are symptoms!
'They are.'
These are symptoms!
~Nooo.~
These are symptoms!
~No.~
Symptoms,
Yes!
These are symptoms!
~No.~
Symptoms,
Yes!
These are symptoms!
~No.~
Symptoms,
Yes!
These are symptoms.
~No.~
These are symptoms.
Symptoms.
Symptoms.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sand
If you can heal the symptoms
but not affect the cause
it's quite a bit like trying to heal
the gunshot wound with gauze
if you instead attempt to rest
the pistol from the hand
then I would not be able to
equate my life with sand
Flowing through the hourglass
pushing through the funnel
turn once more and racing
all your siblings for the tunnel
slide like the silicone
embrace you as you fall
then bounce around
and let your brothers
crush you to the wall
I would choose my own religion
worship my own spirit
but if he ever preached to me
I wouldn't want to hear it
I'd drop him a forgotten god
languishing in shame
and then if I hit stormy seas
I'd have myself to blame
If you can heal the symptoms,
but not affect the cause
you can't heal the symptoms
song performed by by Phish
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Symptoms
Symptoms,
Measures,
To counter! !
And like the symptoms of the Dutch disease,
But the phenomenon of your love is like the deep blue sea.
An increase in the price of your product is know to us,
But the ship will always sail on the sea;
And like the indicative measures of the symptoms of your love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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We Could Be In Love
(g. burtnick/s. peiken)
Lea:
Be still my heart
Lately its mind is on it's own
It would go far and wide
Just to be near you
Brad:
Even the stars
Shine a bit bright i've noticed
When you're close to me
Lea:
Still it remains a mystery
Chorus (both):
Anyone who seen us
Knows what's going on between us
It doesn't take a genius
To read between the lines brad: ohh
And it's not just wishful thinking
Or only me who's dreaming
I know what these are symptoms of
We could be in love
Lea:
I ask myself why
I sleep like a baby through the night
Maybe it helps to know
You'll be there tomorrow
Brad: lea:
Don't open my eyes ohhh
I'll wake from the spell i'm under
Makes me wonder how tell me how
I could live without you now
Both:
And what about the laughter
The happy ever after
Like voices of sweet angels
Calling out our names
And it's not just wishful thinking
Or only me who's dreaming
I know what these are symptoms of
We could be in love
Brad:
All my life
I have dreamed of this
But i could not see your face
Lea:
Don't ask why to such distant stars
Can fall right into place
(repeat chorus)
Both:
Oh, it doesn't take a genius
To know what these are symptoms of
We could be lea: ohh
We could be, we could be in love
Brad:
Could be in
Both:
We could be in love
song performed by by Lea Salonga
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Judgments, value judgments concerning life, for or against, can in the last resort never be true: they possess value only as symptoms, they come into consideration only as symptoms - in themselves such judgments are stupidities.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Love sick
Love sick
~
I think I’m love sick
The symptoms are clear
I’m having trouble sleeping
While my heart is racing
My temperature has risen
I may be hallucinating
Picturing all sorts of things
I’m sure are not really there
Everything looks beautiful
And songs sound right
Like they are playing specially
Chosen just for me
I think I may be love sick
The symptoms are clear
poem by Matthew Holloway
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In This Skin
They see me in a magazine
I'm the one they want to be
Still don't feel I'm good enough
Still don't feel I'm thin enough
I stand up and I'm pushed back down
And every opinion now
It makes me feel inhuman
Giving in and giving up
To be worthy
To feel beautiful in this skin
Be beautiful in this skin[love the skin I'm in]
Love me for me
Have confidence in this skin
Be confident in this skin[in the skin I'm in]
So tell me what is wrong with me
I'm the girl with everything
So why am I not strong enough
I want to be strong enough
To tell you how I really feel
I know my talent is real
So don't tell me, don't tell me
I have to be 102
I don't have nothing to prove
So don't tell me, don't tell me
Cause I am worthy...
To feel beautiful in this skin
Be beautiful in this skin[love the skin I'm in]
Love me for me
Have confidence in this skin
Be confident in this skin[in the skin I'm in]
Be real, be real
See the beauty inside this skin
I don't have to hide this skin[love the skin I'm in]
I feel, I feel
An awakening in this skin
Stop forsaking me in this skin
I am, I am,
[Beatiful in this skin
'beatiful' lies within
Beatiful in this skin
I am]
To be worthy
Be beautiful
Love me for me
'Cuz I am beautiful
To feel beautiful in this skin
Be beautiful in this skin[love the skin I'm in]
Love me for me
Have confidence in this skin
Be confident in this skin[in the skin I'm in]
Be real, be real
See the beautiful in this skin
'Cuz I don't want to have to hide it
I feel, I feel
I'm beautiful in this skin
Beautiful in this skin
I'm beautiful
And your beautiful
Beautiful in this skin
I'm beautiful
And you are beautiful
Beautiful in this skin
song performed by by Jessica Simpson
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Forgive And Please Forget
if you notice a repitition
do not be irritated
if you find a duplication
with a little senseless change
at the top
do not be mad
these are the usual symptoms
of my sickness
do not curse the words
do not blame time
do not put too much burden on yourself
do not feast on guilt
because my dear surely with your beauty
and goodness
there is not such a malady of this likeness
that you deserve
try making your own wings and then
fly away
that will do you good
and make those who still want to stay
feel a little bit better
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Allergy Enemy Friend 13/11/2009
Something affecting my eyes, I suspect
the curry hubby added so happily to our
food, eyes swollen, vision blurred, cannot
read my book, allergy symptoms in tinnitus,
unending fatigue
Allergy is my greatest enemy and friend: forcing
me to work like mad to overcome confusion and
lost opportunities, it developed my character into
a rock-hard entity to keep fighting the symptoms
with humour
Driving me into isolation and inactivity – yet it
brought me the greatest joy: forced to seek
relief in mental activities, I read the most
wonderful books and feel compelled to
write poetry!
poem by Margaret Alice
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Beautiful Me
They look at my dark complexion and they laugh.
But that don’t bother me.
For I’m beautiful.
Beautiful me.
I love my wide nose,
and thick lips.
I’m beautiful.
Beautiful me.
Now, my hips are wide,
and I got a lot of junk in my trunk.
But I’m beautiful.
Beautiful me.
My hair may be coarse,
And my breast are not enhance.
But I’m still beautiful.
Beautiful me.
So they may point, and laugh if they want too.
They may even call me names because of my
dark skin. I won’t cry because beauty is in
the eye of the beholder. And in my eyes
I’m beautiful.
Beautiful me.
Freezing Process
Taken to the brink of something.
Something, but we cant know what.
To wait, to want, its so bad, and,
try something, and,
moving to slow,
to get where you want to go.
Looking for results,
you cant begin, to,
find a way out from the cold,
place youre in.
But it suits you,
your condition.
Symptoms that keep you in,
keep you from motion.
Until its cold,
slowing you down,
until you cant go.
Taken by something,
but you cant hold on to it,
you cant.
It slips through your fingers,
slips through your hand.
Because theyre too cold,
cant get a grip,
on whats in your sight.
Its like getting old.
Its like getting told, to, sit, still.
But it suits you,
your condition.
Symptoms that keep you in,
keep you from motion.
Until its cold,
slowing you down,
until you cant go.
Its not me.
Is there something,
so wrong.
Process of depraving yourself,
of peace of mind
song performed by by Quicksand
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Treatment-Resistant Depression
I have been treated for depression
but my symptoms have as yet to improve me.
I think,
I may have have treatment-resistant depression.
Taking an antidepressant or going through
all of that psychological counseling.
What (psychotherapy) puts me through,
I am ill at ease
then comes some latter I date your depression.
Unlike most people
whom for not most if not all are such people.
This treatment for treatment-resistant depression.
When standard treatment was never enough.
Flakes of snow leave white claws and dark marks.
Before I was born
and the world knew dark matter,
I was left such like you to ponder it all in depression.
They may not help much at all,
to improver your fears of depression.
And why are your symptoms.
May turns back into June.
Will summer improve only to keep it like winter comes back.
From mild to severe
and may require more help
as summer becomes fall leads back to winter.
Where have all the snow cones gone?
Up the hill
down the slope where I lead you back up into depression.
poem by Is It Poetry
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When Beauty Said Goodbye
At twenty one she is a physically perfect being
No words can ever tell of her beauty
That has no parallel
She is the object of men’s’ fantasies
The woman all others envy
Her only Endeavour
Is to be beautiful forever
Yet as surely as sunrise turns to sunset
Her beauty faded
At forty one, she is petrified
Her perfection has been flawed
A soft skin has become hard
The effects of age she tries to control
Though sooner or later we must all grow old
Now sixty one, she is desolate
Longing for her beauty that once was
She has lost what she most loved
In torment she watches
As her beauty slowly dies
Mortal is the beauty of the skin
But true beauty, everlasting beauty
Comes from within.
poem by Bancroft Boreland
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When I'm saying hysteria, I'm referring to Freud, because all the women were coming to him with symptoms and seeking help, and he just called it hysteria.
quote by Cybill Shepherd
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Miss America
Early morning
A small cafe
A beautiful vision
Comes my way
I watch her hips swing
When she walks
She leaves me speechless
When she talks
I see the sunshine through her dress
Makes my heart say (yes)
Take it off take it off
Let's get it on get it on
Light a fire so sweet
Make the man within me
Desire the woman in you
[Chorus]
Miss America
Yes that's what you are
All my dreams they come true
When you do what you do
I just gotta get next to you
Miss America
Take me where you are
In the land of the free
Make a prisoner of me
Close my eyes and you're all that I see
Miss America
I see your beauty shine in every girl
Coast to coast
You're the queen of my world
You're the reason for this state I'm in
New York to LA
Skin to skin
Take it off take it off
Let's get it on get it on
Makes me strong
Makes me weak
Makes the man within me
Love the woman in you
[Chorus]
There's one thing you need to know
Oh woman
You rock my world cuz you're so
Beautiful
Miss America
Yes that's what you are
Miss America
Take me where you are
[Chorus]
song performed by by Nick Carter from Now Or Never
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Angel
Its not I who sought the novice its the novice who sought me cook went blind and drank too much and fed his guest on angeldust where did the pain start when did the symptoms begin where did the
Start what have the symptoms been? if my heads been through a windscreen why are all the eyeballs green? take me round the roundabout slow down, dont stop bail out-pull out it was not I who bi
Sheriff it was the sheriff who bit me by my lambchops, buttercup what a crucifixion what a crucifixion mean I was bitten by a horse now Im moving for divorce it took more than one man to change
Ame to shanghai lily whats a cluckin chicken whats a cluckin chicken need wheres the cluckin chicken wheres the cluckin chicken been
song performed by by Happy Mondays
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We must never neglect the patient's own use of his symptoms.
quote by Alfred Adler
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There were symptoms that I saw, and though I went to many doctors and had many tests, no one diagnosed MS.
About The Cause And The Effect
Some are not really causes
But just symptoms
And we misdiagnose
A sickness
For a symptom
Of the real sickness
The cause
And the effect
Are often interchanged
For instance
Is poverty the cause
Of crime
Or is poverty
Only the symptom
Of it?
For instance
Is ignorance
The cause of poverty
Or is it simply
An effect of poverty?
Or is poverty
Nothing but an effect
Of ignorance?
Or is poverty
Just an effect
Of an oppression
Of the rich
Taking much
From the poor
Who gets poorer
Everyday
Because there
Are no reforms
Coming
To solve
His poverty
His ignorance
His having to commit a crime
To survive
His poverty
His ignorance
His being a crime
Of
Society itself
who never cared
And wanted him
Who never
Instituted the much
Promised reforms?
And so you doubt
The cause and effect
The effect from cause
And if you did not mind so
Well
They may always be
Interchanged
And mistaken
For the symptoms
The conditions
That always
Are
there deceiving.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Some are not really causes
But just symptoms
And we misdiagnose
A sickness
For a symptom
Of the real sickness
The cause
And the effect
Are often interchanged
For instance
Is poverty the cause
Of crime
Or is poverty
Only the symptom
Of it?
For instance
Is ignorance
The cause of poverty
Or is it simply
An effect of poverty?
Or is poverty
Nothing but an effect
Of ignorance?
Or is poverty
Just an effect
Of an oppression
Of the rich
Taking much
From the poor
Who gets poorer
Everyday
Because there
Are no reforms
Coming
To solve
His poverty
His ignorance
His having to commit a crime
To survive
His poverty
His ignorance
His being a crime
Of
Society itself
who never cared
And wanted him
Who never
Instituted the much
Promised reforms?
And so you doubt
The cause and effect
The effect from cause
And if you did not mind so
Well
They may always be
Interchanged
And mistaken
For the symptoms
The conditions
That always
Are
there deceiving.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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