Conversations with Mother (Revised)
Don’t sell your house we said, you scorned
advice and went ahead – and despite our
fervent counseling still fell afoul of vice of
renting from the asset sale until all funds had
run away; bankruptcy now means you have
no options left
A medical fund is vital we advised, but you
declined the wisdom there enshrined, preferred
to trust in God; you suffer pain and yet refuse
to seek the aid the government provides, when
you relented finally you find an eight month
queue awaiting you
How will you deal with pain? Your daughter
seeks to raise the cash for private care – her
husband works belatedly to make ends meet;
can’t you see your risky life boasts only of your
carelessness, does not impress when others have
to bear your dilettante encumbrance
What should I say – that you refused to ready for
old age? Indeed, I do regret your choices failed
and boomeranged on you, the pity is your lacking
ears to hear advice you never listened to, and
won’t so it will make no difference anyway…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Conscience
I am the inner voice you hear,
when quietly you meditate,
Inaudible to any ear
but yours.
All I can offer is advice,
which you can follow or discard
You have free will which should suffice.
Of course
sometimes you find it hard to choose.
between the options offered you.
What to accept and what refuse.
No force
on earth can make you listen to
advice you do not want to hear.
It is your choice it’s up to you.
But pause
consider well which path to take,
before you make you finally decide.
The burden of any mistake
is yours.
Do as you will but lose or win.
There has to be a settling day
a price you will have to pay: In
due course.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Silence
Silence
I get nothing to say
When my tears became dry
Since you've denied
My love that reached the sky.
And what are you awaiting for
After you've left and exist no more.
All what you can get is Silence.
For words left my service.
And went to serve the vices,
When my tongue to the heart failed to give advice.
Silence can speak of my pains more
Than you from my lips are awaiting for.
Silence can tell you
Now i 'll not forgive you.
Cry when your eyes meet my eye
That silence can make you die
And summons severe tears into your eye
By my heart Silent cry.
poem by Shymaa Awad
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Advice In The Wilderness
I dreamt I saw Christ walking
Within the wilderness...
And with Him, Satan talking,
To curse and not to bless...
I watched the Devil laughing
At Jesus all alone,
And as the Lord was starving,
Advised, 'Make bread from stone...'
Lord Jesus quoted what He'd learnt,
That Man needs more than bread,
That comes to us from ovens burnt,
So that each one is fed...
Each word of God can feed the soul,
As if a child within,
So that it gains some self-control
And faith that won't give in...
Then Satan promised all the lands,
The kingdoms he possessed,
If Jesus merely raised His hands
In worship, He'd be blessed!
Lord Jesus knew His Father's will,
The Lamb of God was He!
The Saviour who would climb that hill
That men called Calvary!
The Devil merely cleared his throat,
As he continued on
And of the Scriptures he took note,
'One life, then it is gone...
If you fell from a mountain top,
God would protect His Son...'
But Jesus Christ refused to drop,
To test what could be done...
To Calvary, Christ went to die...
A crown of thorns to wear...
To suffer shame for you and I,
Man's shameful sins to bear...
God's great advice He listened to,
By faith, He bled and bled...
You see, He knew God's Word was true...
Enough to raise the dead!
poem by Denis Martindale
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Tired Eyes
Well he shot four men in a cocaine deal
And he left them lyin in an open field
Full of old cars with bullet holes in the mirrors.
He tried to do his best but he could not.
Please take my advice, please take my advice
Please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes,
Open up the tired eyes.
Well, it wasnt supposed to go down that way.
But they burned his brother, you know,
And they left him lying in the driveway.
They let him down with nothin.
He tried to do his best but he could not.
Please take my advice, please take my advice
Please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes,
Open up the tired eyes.
Well tell me more, tell me more, tell me more
I mean was he a heavy doper or was he just a loser?
He was a friend of yours.
What do you mean, he had bullet holes in his mirrors?
He tried to do his best but he could not.
Please take my advice, please take my advice
Please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes,
Open up the tired eyes.
Please take my advice, please take my advice
Please take my advice.
Open up the tired eyes,
Open up the tired eyes.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Congradulations Graduate
Acknowledge the wisdom you've gained
don't worry about all the people givin u pain
embrace the skills that u've learned
cherish the credit that u've earned
cause now u are prepare 4 the opportunties that lies ahead
4get all the thingz u left unsaid
just remember what u are graduating 2
and that's a place where the real world helpz u thru
remember all the things u wanna leave behind
and all the things u hope 2 find
I hope u're ready to make ur own choices
cause now is not the time 2 hear otha ppl'z voices
Are u ready 2 be all dat u can become
bcuz there'z no one around calling u dumb
so congradulations graduate, it'z ova, you're done
now let'z go out and have some fun
poem by Cece Chisolm
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Classic Are The Reactions
Classic are the reactions,
Of those given advice!
But have a need to attack,
Those they approached...
For advice that is solicited,
Not once but more than twice.
That advice was not taken,
By those now shakened.
And today they are on the scene...
Disliking the circumstances,
Those choices they themselves made...
That embarrasses them,
And publicly demeans.
With only themselves left to blame,
For not taking the advice...
To avoid their outlandish claims.
They now wish to inflict,
An emotional pain...
On those who unselfishly,
To their aid came.
With an escaping of responsibility...
And an accusatory slandering,
Of names to defame.
As they take to the streets,
To shame others in deceiving campaigns!
Hoping that such organized ignorance...
Will smother their insecurities,
With an attention that gains!
Like a child who cries, 'Victim'...
To their own applied lies.
'No empthy for me,
So they must bleed.
No empthy for me,
So they must bleed.
No empthy,
No empthy...
So they must bleed! '
~What is that all about? ~
Just some folks who made decisions,
And hated the outcome of their choices made.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You May Not Remember Me. But...
The best advice ever given to someone,
Was probably solicited.
With a promise not to become offended,
When the decision was made to deliver it.
To eventually despise the one who was direct.
Yes?
And after years of being upset...
The one given the advice once in denial,
Recognizes the advice to be the best.
Right?
And then with a doing...
There is an attempt to make amends.
Hoping to be forgiven.
'Hello...
You may not remember me.
But...
I was the one who asked for your advice.
And after you gave it to me...
I accused you of being mean and cruel.
And did everything I could to ruin your life.
Do you remember me?
Hello?
Hello? '
Well...
In 'some' cases when asking for advice,
And that advice is disliked?
It is highly recommended,
To leave one's mother out of it.
With an insinuating of one's preference.
Or disgracing someone,
Because of something you've done!
Since it is hard to overcome,
An impression made left as a reference.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are The Pain (part 2)
You Are The Pain and
You Are The Joy (part 2)
You are the Pain and the joy,
on the stage of life.
You are the pain, when your are distant
from me and you are the joy in my
memories of you.
You are the pain, when your touch, I
can not feel and you are the joy,
as I hold you near.
You are the pain, when tears you
have caused, and you are the joy, for the
laughter in my life.
You are the pain, when indifference enters
our life and you are the joy, when you
place me before others.
You are the pain, when you busy life, has
little time for me and you are the joy,
when there is just us.
You are the pain, as you seek that which
glitters in life and you are the joy,
as you are immersed, in the makings of God.
You are the pain, when angered and abrupt
and you are the joy when seeking
to make amends.
You are the pain, when anger is your
roadblock to reason and you are the
joy, when you step back and seek
a solution.
You are the pain, in you compulsives and singleness
of purpose, to be successful...and you are
a joy, when you blanket those you
care for, with love.
You are the pain, when impatience leads you down
an uncertain path and you are the joy, as you
carefully plot a pragmatic course.
You are the pain, when you listen...but
do not hear and you the joy, when
patient and understanding.
You are the pain, when other matters,
substitute our love, and you are the joy,
when we are fused together as one.
You the a pain, in our spirited
disagreements, and you are
the joy, as you say, I love you.
The lesson we know well, that in
this life, there is no joy, unless
there is pain.
Love & Pain...Are You
You are the Pain and the joy,
on the stage of life.
You are the pain, when your are distant
from me and you are the joy in my
memories of you.
You are the pain, when your touch I
can not feel and you are the joy,
as I hold you near.
You are the pain, when tears you
have caused and you are the joy, for the
laughter in my life.
You are the pain, when indifference enters
our life and you are the joy, when you
place me before others.
You are the pain, when you busy life, has
little time for me and you are the joy,
when there is just us.
You are the pain, as you seek that which
glitters in life and you are the joy,
as you are immersed, in the makings of God.
You are the pain, when angered and abrupt
and you are the joy when seeking
to make amends.
You are the pain, when anger is your
roadblock to reason and you are the
joy, when you step back and seek
a solution.
You are the pain, in you compulsives and singleness
of purpose, to be successful...and you are
a joy, when you blanket those you
care for, with love.
You are the pain, when impatience leads you down
an uncertain path and you are the joy, as you
carefully plot a pragmatic course.
You are the pain, when you listen...but
do not hear and you the joy, when
patient and understanding.
You are the pain, when other matters,
substitute our love, and you are the joy,
when we are fused together as one.
You the a pain, in our spirited
disagreements, and you are
the joy, as you say, I love you.
The lesson we know well, that in
this life, there is no joy, unless
there is pain.
When You Are Distant From Me...
You are the Pain and the joy,
on the stage of life.
You are the pain, when your are distant
from me and you are the joy in my
memories of you.
You are the pain, when your touch I
can not feel and you are the joy,
as I hold you near.
You are the pain, when tears you
have caused and you are the joy, for the
laughter in my life.
You are the pain, when indifference enters
our life and you are the joy, when you
place me before others.
You are the pain, when you busy life, has
little time for me and you are the joy,
when there is just us.
You are the pain, as you seek that which
glitters in life and you are the joy,
as you are immersed, in the makings of God.
You are the pain, when angered and abrupt
and you are the joy when seeking
to make amends.
You are the pain, when anger is your
roadblock to reason and you are the
joy, when you step back and seek
a solution.
You are the pain, in you compulsives and singleness
of purpose, to be successful...and you are
a joy, when you blanket those you
care for, with love.
You are the pain, when impatience leads you down
an uncertain path and you are the joy, as you
carefully plot a pragmatic course.
You are the pain, when you listen...but
do not hear and you the joy, when
patient and understanding.
You are the pain, when other matters,
substitute our love, and you are the joy,
when we are fused together as one.
You the a pain, in our spirited
disagreements, and you are
the joy, as you say, I love you.
The lesson we know well, that in
this life, there is no joy, unless
there is pain.
Of That We Know...
You are the Pain and the joy,
on the stage of life.
You are the pain, when your are distant
from me and you are the joy in my
memories of you.
You are the pain, when your touch I
can not feel and you are the joy,
as I hold you near.
You are the pain, when tears you
have caused and you are the joy, for the
laughter in my life.
You are the pain, when indifference enters
our life and you are the joy, when you
place me before others.
You are the pain, when you busy life, has
little time for me and you are the joy,
when there is just us.
You are the pain, as you seek that which
glitters in life and you are the joy,
as you are immersed, in the makings of God.
You are the pain, when angered and abrupt
and you are the joy when seeking
to make amends.
You are the pain, when anger is your
roadblock to reason and you are the
joy, when you step back and seek
a solution.
You are the pain, in you compulsives and singleness
of purpose, to be successful...and you are
a joy, when you blanket those you
care for, with love.
You are the pain, when impatience leads you down
an uncertain path and you are the joy, as you
carefully plot a pragmatic course.
You are the pain, when you listen...but
do not hear and you the joy, when
patient and understanding.
You are the pain, when other matters,
substitute our love, and you are the joy,
when we are fused together as one.
You the a pain, in our spirited
disagreements, and you are
the joy, as you say, I love you.
The lesson we know well, that in
this life, there is no joy, unless
there is pain.
It All You...
You are the Pain and the joy,
on the stage of life.
You are the pain, when your are distant
from me and you are the joy in my
memories of you.
You are the pain, when your touch I
can not feel and you are the joy,
as I hold you near.
You are the pain, when tears you
have caused and you are the joy, for the
laughter in my life.
You are the pain, when indifference enters
our life and you are the joy, when you
place me before others.
You are the pain, when you busy life, has
little time for me and you are the joy,
when there is just us.
You are the pain, as you seek that which
glitters in life and you are the joy,
as you are immersed, in the makings of God.
You are the pain, when angered and abrupt
and you are the joy when seeking
to make amends.
You are the pain, when anger is your
roadblock to reason and you are the
joy, when you step back and seek
a solution.
You are the pain, in you compulsives and singleness
of purpose, to be successful...and you are
a joy, when you blanket those you
care for, with love.
You are the pain, when impatience leads you down
an uncertain path and you are the joy, as you
carefully plot a pragmatic course.
You are the pain, when you listen...but
do not hear and you the joy, when
patient and understanding.
You are the pain, when other matters,
substitute our love, and you are the joy,
when we are fused together as one.
You the a pain, in our spirited
disagreements, and you are
the joy, as you say, I love you.
The lesson we know well, that in
this life, there is no joy, unless
there is pain.
Miserable Lie
So, goodbye
Please stay with your own kind
And i'll stay with mine
There's something against us
It's not time
It's not time
So, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
I know i need hardly say
How much i love your casual way
Oh, but please put your tongue away
A little higher and we're well away
The dark nights are drawing in
And your humour is as black as them
I look at yours, you laugh at mine
And "love" is just a miserable lie
You have destroyed my flower-like life
Not once - twice
You have corrupt my innocent mind
Not once - twice
I recognise that mystical air
It means : i'd like to see your underwear
I know the wind-swept mystical air
It means : i'd like to see your underwear
What do we get for our trouble and pain ?
Just a rented room in whalley range
What do we get for our trouble and pain ?
...whalley range !
Into the depths of the criminal world
I followed her ...
I need advice, i need advice
I need advice, i need advice
Because nobody ever looks at me twice
Nobody ever looks at me twice
I'm just a country-mile behind
The world
I'm just a country-mile behind
The whole world
Oh oh, oh ...
I'm just a country-mile behind
The world
I'm just a country-mile behind
The whole world
Oh oh, oh ...
Take me as you go
Oh oh, oh...
Take me as you go
Oh oh, oh ...
I need advice, i need advice
song performed by by Smiths
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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You are the Pain and the joy
You are the Pain and the joy,
on the stage of life.
You are the pain, when your are distant
from me and you are the joy in my
memories of you.
You are the pain, when your touch I
can not feel and you are the joy,
as I hold you near.
You are the pain, when tears you
have caused and you are the joy, for the
laughter in my life.
You are the pain, when indifference enters
our life and you are the joy, when you
place me before others.
You are the pain, when you busy life, has
little time for me and you are the joy,
when there is just us.
You are the pain, as you seek that which
glitters in life and you are the joy,
as you are immersed, in the makings of God.
You are the pain, when angered and abrupt
and you are the joy when seeking
to make amends.
You are the pain, when anger is your
roadblock to reason and you are the
joy, when you step back and seek
a solution.
You are the pain, in you compulsives and singleness
of purpose, to be successful...and you are
a joy, when you blanket those you
care for, with love.
You are the pain, when impatience leads you down
an uncertain path and you are the joy, as you
carefully plot a pragmatic course.
You are the pain, when you listen...but
do not hear and you the joy, when
patient and understanding.
You are the pain, when other matters,
substitute our love, and you are the joy,
when we are fused together as one.
You the a pain, in our spirited
disagreements, and you are
the joy, as you say, I love you.
The lesson we know well, that in
this life, there is no joy, unless
there is pain.
poem by Waldon Pond Productions
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Love & Pain...Are You
You are the Pain and the joy,
on the stage of life.
You are the pain, when your are distant
from me and you are the joy in my
memories of you.
You are the pain, when your touch I
can not feel and you are the joy,
as I hold you near.
You are the pain, when tears you
have caused and you are the joy, for the
laughter in my life.
You are the pain, when indifference enters
our life and you are the joy, when you
place me before others.
You are the pain, when you busy life, has
little time for me and you are the joy,
when there is just us.
You are the pain, as you seek that which
glitters in life and you are the joy,
as you are immersed, in the makings of God.
You are the pain, when angered and abrupt
and you are the joy when seeking
to make amends.
You are the pain, when anger is your
roadblock to reason and you are the
joy, when you step back and seek
a solution.
You are the pain, in you compulsives and singleness
of purpose, to be successful...and you are
a joy, when you blanket those you
care for, with love.
You are the pain, when impatience leads you down
an uncertain path and you are the joy, as you
carefully plot a pragmatic course.
You are the pain, when you listen...but
do not hear and you the joy, when
patient and understanding.
You are the pain, when other matters,
substitute our love, and you are the joy,
when we are fused together as one.
You the a pain, in our spirited
disagreements, and you are
the joy, as you say, I love you.
The lesson we know well, that in
this life, there is no joy, unless
there is pain.
poem by Waldon Pond Productions
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Stand
walk in a corner shop
see a shop lifting cop
see the old lady with a gun
see the hero try to run
nothings what it seems i mean
its not all dirty but its not all clean
theres children paying bills
theres monks buyin thrills
threres brad for sale in magizine
theres pills for rent to make you clean
marvin good theres no brother brother
wood a guthrea lent cant feed mother
mothers weep, children sleep
so much violence ends in silence
its a shame theres no-one to blame for
all the pain
that life
brings
if you will just take me it might just
complete me
then together we can make a stand
a waitress brings me lunch
we meet but do not touch
on tv this is how lungs
walk to the counter pay for me and my friend
an homeless manpulls outm of rules says
it's on him
the man has no cash he says he spent it
on hookers and hash
mothers weep children sleep
soo much violence ends in silence
its a shame theres no-one to blame for
all the pain
that life
brings
if you will just take me it might just
complete me
then together we can make a stand
we will love me
i will love you
you will love me
i will love you
i will love you
mothers weep children sleep
soo much violence ends in silence
its a shame theres no-one to blame for
all the pain
that life
brings
if you will just take me it might just
complete me
then together we can make a stand
mothers weep willchildren sleep
soo much violence ends in silence
its a shame theres no-one to blame for
all the pain
that life
brings
if you will just take me it might just
complete me
then together we can make a stand
mothers weep children sleep
soo much violence ends in silence
its a shame theres no-one to blame for
all the pain
that life
brings
if you will just take me it might just
complete me
then together we can make a stand
(all while fading)
song performed by by Jewel
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Just One Girl
Now some guys,
they wanna run around.
Playin loose, playin fast,
out there in every town.
But this guy,
I'll be satisfied
with that certain kind o' look
in the corner of her eye.
I'm findin' my direction and I know what counts,
got my wild side just for one.
I'll give her my affection, never let her down
when the right girl comes along.
I don't ask much
from this big wide world.
Just wanna make a difference
to just one girl.
I don't care
how this whole plan works,
if I can make a difference in the life
of Just One Girl.
Now the last time
I was losing the race
for the biggest payoff
lookin' in the wrong place.
But this time,
now I know what I feel.
Got a handle on it.
Now I'm livin' it real.
There's been so many others,
so many empty nights.
That was never me anyway.
It was just a lonely boy
who was lookin for his life.
If you're out there
I'm here to say...
I don't ask much
from this big wide world.
Just wanna make a difference
to just one girl.
I don't care
how this whole plan works,
if I can make a difference in the life
of Just One Girl.
Here's hopin' that this message will find you.
Don't miss it, in a flash it may blind you.
I don't ask much,
don't wanna change the world.
I just wanna make a difference
to Just One Girl.
Hey!
I don't ask much
from this big wide world.
Just wanna make a difference
to just one girl.
I don't care
how this whole plan works,
if I can make a difference in the life
of Just One Girl.
Just One Girl.
Mm yeah.
If I can mak
song performed by by 38 Special
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Digits
Pay attention.
stop paying for regret.
fossil resources all used up.
make the best use of your time.
you could be on to something.
too skeptic too tired to care.
they all seem to know at once.
sweet muse left me all alone.
there's only my weight left.
euthanasia could be the greatest gift.
wait outside your house to come back out.
edge said it best.
save the long car ride home.
don't leave the house today.
nothing lost but still nothing gained.
no possibilities.
all wasted all gone over.
life means i hear my ears ring one more day.
you all see right through at once.
sweet muse
song performed by by Jimmy Eat World from Static Prevails
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They Let 'em Fail
Iceland refused to take a loan
From Banksters at the IMF
Instead let banks fail,
Kept the debt...
And sent the loan sharks home
ROTMS
Source: Bloomberg
Iceland’s President Olafur R. Grimsson said his country is better off than Ireland thanks to the government’s decision to allow the banks to fail two years ago and because the krona could be devalued.
“The difference is that in Iceland we allowed the banks to fail, ” Grimsson said in an interview with Bloomberg Television’s Mark Barton today. “These were private banks and we didn’t pump money into them in order to keep them going; the state did not shoulder the responsibility of the failed private banks.”
Ireland’s Prime Minister Brian Cowen said this week his government has discussed an 85 billion-euro ($112 billion) bailout with the European Union and International Monetary Fund after the country’s banks threatened to bring the euro member to the brink of bankruptcy. Iceland’s banks, which still owe creditors about $85 billion, were split to create domestic units needed to keep the financial system running, while foreign liabilities remained within the failed lenders.
As a consequence, “Iceland is faring much better than anybody expected, ” Grimsson said. The Icelandic state’s liability on foreign depositor claims stemming from Icesave accounts at failed Landsbanki Islands hf should be put to a national referendum, he said.
“How far can we ask ordinary people - farmers and fishermen and teachers and doctors and nurses - to shoulder the responsibility of failed private banks, ” said Grimsson. “That question, which has been at the core of the Icesave issue, will now be the burning issue in many European countries.”
poem by Ray Lucero
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The Curse
What if for you, I could place a curse
Upon your enemy to make his life worse
To have him suffer both in pain and woe
Wouldn't you be happy, if I would do so,
If you like it, I could cause him to lose his hair
Or I could have him believe GOD is not there
I could rip out his tongue so he could never speak
Then asking for help, he could never seek,
Wouldn't you be happy if I would curse your foe
Just nod your head and I will strike the blow
I will cause him suffering and I will give him pain
He will lose all that he has and he will go insane,
I could close his ears so he could not hear
So he couldn't hear the joy, but see only the tear
If you ask me I could even curse his arm
And the one that he had left he could do no harm,
I could even curse him to lose his leg
Wouldn't you be happy to see him crawl and beg
I could even blind him so he will not see again
Then I could make him angry and cause him to sin,
Just tell me what type of curse you'd like it to be
And happily I will place it upon your enemy
If you would like it, I could have him dead
But only if you asked me for a curse on his head.
Then I looked upon evils ugly face
I shook my head with pity and utter disgrace
As for your offer presented to me, it I will shun
And for enemies and foes, thank GOD I choose none.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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