Only Those Who Snoop Know
Monitoring the activities of others,
By those who do this...
Says one thing,
About how one acquires pleasure.
And who enjoys one-sided affairs.
Although...
With a thrill not totally fulfilling,
To satisfy completely one's needs.
But then again...
A snooping done by some,
May just enrich for selfish reasons...
To motivate with a purpose,
Only those who snoop know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Motivation Proclamation
Spend your lazy, endless crazy, days inside my head
Youre so selfish, youre not the only, one who thinks hes dead
Im paid to smile, now Im on trial, for what you think I said,
Bridge:
But I never said, that everything, would be ok
And I never said, that we would live, to see another day,
Chorus:
Motivate me, I wanna get myself out of this bed
Captivate me, I want good things inside of my head
If I fall down, would you come around, and pick me right up off the ground
(repeat once more)
Unrealistic, un-artistic, you say Im selfish, and absurd
You try to change me, try to save me, you say Im gonna learn
Im so blind, Im out of time, youre so un-kind, sometimes
I never lied, I never lied, I never lied,
Bridge
Cause I never said, that everything, would be ok
And I never said, that we would live, to see another day, yeah, yeah,
Chorus
(guitar solo)
Cause everything, itll be ok, you know were gonna live, to see another day,
Yeah, yeah
Motivate me
(benji)- I wanna get myself out of this...
Motivate me, yeah
(benji)- I wanna get myself out of this...
Motivate me
(benji)- I wanna get myself out of this...
Motivate me, yeah
(benji)- I wanna get myself out of this, bed!
(rock-out part)
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Host For Stagnation
I am not one to participate,
In an exchange of pointless narratives...
As to 'why' or 'why not' an action taken was done.
If the action has been done,
That's it.
An act of completion has been witnessed.
There is no need to quibble over an option taken.
Or reasons why that choice was made.
It was made.
It was done!
Debates about it are a waste of time.
Not just for me...
But the ones who elect to use their minds.
And time wasted when one can least afford it...
Is a meaningless act.
To belabor a decision.
And to question one's reasoning!
To critique a depth of meaning.
Of the act itself...
After a choice was offered.
To feed what purpose?
To serve what cause?
Why is that worthy of anyone,
A ponder or a pause?
What is the initiative,
For doing something like this?
Can an ego be that slow to motivate?
To concentrate a participation on that?
Come on.
The process is useless!
Unless one is the host for stagnation?
And those affairs I avoid with determination.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Living
-The miracle of living
Is being able to hang around long enough
To not fear,
Not fear dying.
Not fearing is
Miraculous. - The miracle of life.
-The beauty of living
Is being able to find,
Find you are not a quitter,
Finding no matter what
You are going to finish this thing called
Life,
And finish it as well as possible.
Not quitting is
Beautiful. - The beauty of life.
-The thrill of living
Is being able to dream,
Dream great dreams of God-given desire,
And fulfilling those dreams
No matter how long it takes.
Fulfilling dreams is a
Thrill. - The thrill of life.
-The meaning of living
Is to be thrilled to the core
By the Miracle of Beauty that Life is.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Pain has its reasons, pleasure is totally indifferent.
quote by Francis Picabia
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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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Pleasure's fun. It's great, but you can't keep it going forever; just accept the fact that it's here and it's gone, and maybe then again, it will come back, and you'll get to do it again. Joy lasts forever. Pleasure is purely self-centered. It's all about your pleasure: it's about you. It's a selfish, self-centered emotion, that is created by a self-centered motive of greed. Joy is compassion. Joy is giving yourself to somebody else, or something else. And it's a kind of thing that is, in its subtlety and lowness, much more powerful than pleasure. You gethung up on pleasure; you're doomed. If you pursue joy, you will find everlasting happiness.
quote by George Lucas
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When we are sad....
When we are sad....
every thing turn bad.
When we are sad....
we may heavily cry
and it's so hard to make it dry.
When we are sad....
we want to be alone
and we aren't even able to answer the phone.
When we are sad....
we keep pondering our past
but we don't satisfy ourselves at last.
When we are sad....
every happy smile completely disappear
and instantly it is replaced by a big tear.
When we are sad....
we feel a great coarse
and we don't even know its source.
When we are sad....
our vigorous spirit is vanished
and our energy is completely lavished.
When we are sad....
our feelings are discomposed
and our life is suddenly paused.
So when we are sad....
we lose every thing beautiful we had.
Satisfy My Muse
Fulfilling your campaign promise and to satisfy my muse,
But i am from James Town in Accra and i need my peace;
And like dancing from the pages of love! !
But you need to satisfy me with your promise.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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). Dozens of nations have agreed to join in monitoring and, if necessary, intercepting and boarding ships on the high seas in the event they are suspected of engaging in one or both of these threatening activities.
quote by Frank Gaffney
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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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Man enjoys the happiness he feels, woman the happiness she gives. This difference, so essential and yet so seldom noticed, has a marked difference on the whole of their respective behaviour. A man's pleasure is to satisfy desires, a woman's is chiefly to arouse them.
Pierre Choderlos de Laclos in Dangerous Liaisons (1782)
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Alone
Surrounded by people
But so all alone
Feeling so lonely
No place to call home
Does he love me
When he is so cold
Do I have purpose
Shall I let this go on
I have no purpose
I am totally numb
To think he loved me
I was totally dumb
Love doesn't exist
In this house anyway
Home is where the heart is
And I have none!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Snoop Dog, Baby
I just couldnt believe it, when I turned on
The radio, try to run, try to hide, try to keep it inside,
They were playin that song
And I thought about her
Snoop doggy dog, snoop doggy dog
So much trouble in the lbc
Livin without hers gonna drive me crazy...shes so.
Dont you just wanna kill me, cause youre talkin
Behind my back, well I love the band. theyre a
Great bunch of guys, but lookin at her brings
Tears to my eyes, Im watchin her shake
She gonna give a heart attack now, baby
Snoop doggy dog, snoop doggy dog
Maybe I dont want her back, you know?
Maybe I just cant let her go...Im so.
Well i, turn the radio off...
I dont want no part, try to make me a big star?
I dont wanna be a big star.
Everybodys mad they wanna kick me in the head
Was it somethin I did, was it somethin I said?
I would try to tell you but I just dont wanna lie
It really shouldnt matter but it makes me wanna
Cry, I wish I didnt care, I wish I didnt care...
But I do. snoop doggy dog (she said) snoop doggy dog
Please dont tell me itll be ok cause I know
Ill never never never get my way...
And so.
song performed by by Reel Big Fish
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Infatuation (An Acrostic Poetry)
Insecure she feels, yet undaunted
Never she comprehends his intentions, when appreciated
Feeling on cloud nine, his company she only enjoys
Awesome he looks to her better than other guys.
Tough to make her understand to treat him with disdain
Unrelented she remains though warned time and again
Attraction is fatal, turning one sided love casual
True love is not transient and not his cup of tea
Indifferent she remains and enjoys his company
Outward appearance is deceptive, she understands late
Neurosis she develops, it is her fate.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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I believe in having each device secured and monitoring each device, rather than just monitoring holistically on the network, and then responding in short enough time for damage control.
quote by Kevin Mitnick
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Totally. Totally. Totally Bummed
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Significant this feeling is,
Hard to overcome.
When an aging is apparent,
And nothing can be done.
And when one has a wisdom,
One developes more and more...
The pressure to pretend there isn't,
Can not be ignored.
Oh, totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
No more looking 26.
Overnight has stunned.
Disappearing quick was 36.
Overnight has stunned.
And the 46 that came...
Picked up 56 and split.
And now I can't believe it,
I am elderly legit.
Oh, totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
Totally. Totally. Totally bummed.
Being now an elder,
Overnight has stunned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Selfish
I am selfish
You are selfish
He is selfish
She is selfish
We all are selfish
To a lesser or a
Greater degree...
Let's not
Stay in denial.
Let's accept
Our selfishness
So that if people
Are selfish to us,
It hurts us less.
(Poem themed on Acceptance)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Oh, for a man.
Oh, somewhere theres a man,
Of great proportions,
Who can make my knees buckle,
With his charm.
Oh, somewhere he waits,
Needing satisfaction,
That only having me,
Could ever bring.
He'll sweep me up in arms,
A paradise of heat,
Aching, pulsing pounding,
Delicious indulgence,
Of the most wicked kind.
Take me, good sir,
For I need to be,
Yours. Completely.
Totally.
Oh, somewhere theres a man,
Of epic proportions,
Wanting to do nothing,
But satisfy my needs.
poem by Chelsea Hansford
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Actual Goals
The aims shudder for the playing,
Real values are hidden for us;
Yes, the guesses of the sportsman
Act like themselves, fulfilling and snapping.
Must we dread the joy to come?
Guiding a long passage to the rivers
Of real water is a pleasure to be admired.
To guide them in this is my own work,
State the oblivion afterwards.
Say the reasons of enjoyment,
Say them now, or hold your peace,
When sorrow is adjusting for you.
poem by Naveed Akram
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There's some quality you get when you're not totally comfortable. When you're not doing what you're used to, you could completely fall on your face. You could completely blow it.