Unconscious
I’m blind, I’m stubborn
I don’t need anybody else
But somehow, I don’t know
I’m unconsciously clinging for warmth
I’m tough, I’m strong
I could run my world alone
But somehow, I don’t know
I’m unconsciously clinging for attention
I want to go, I want to disappear
I don’t want to live in this world again
But somehow, I don’t know
I’m unconsciously clinging for hope
I’m filthy, I’m unworthy
Everybody calls me a sinner
But somehow, I don’t know
I’m unconsciously clinging for love
I’m fool, I’m hopeless one
All doors are closed for me
But somehow, I don’t know
I’m unconsciously clinging for dream
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Interview
In interview
There are two or more emotions working
There are two or more minds and ways of thinking
There are two or more personalities talking
There are two or more conditions and purposes
And they affect each other
Direct or not
One unconsciously judges
One unconsciously defends
But most of people only see it
As one side relation
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Clinging Back
When you see a man come walking down through George Street loose and free,
Suit of saddle tweed and soft shirt, and a belt and cabbagetree,
With the careless swing and carriage, and the confidence you lack—
There is freedom in Australia! he’s a man that’s clinging back.
Clingin’ back,
Holdin’ back,
To the old things and the bold things clinging back.
When you see a woman riding as I saw one ride to-day
Down the street to Milson’s Ferry on a big, upstanding bay,
With her body gently swaying to the horse-shoes’ click-a-clack,
You might lift your hat (with caution)—she’s a girl who’s clinging back.
Clinging back,
Swinging back.
To the old things and the bold things clinging back.
When you see a rich man pulling on the harbour in a boat,
With the motor launches racing till they scarcely seem to float,
And the little skiff is lifting to his muscles tense and slack,
You say “Go it” to a sane man. He’s a man that’s clinging back.
Clinging back,
Swinging back,
To the old things and the bold things clinging back.
When you see two lovers strolling, arm-in-arm—or round the waist,
And they never seem to loiter, and they never seem to haste,
But indifferent to others take the rock or bush-hid track
You be sure about their future, they’re a pair that’s clinging back.
Clinging back,
Holding back,
To the old things and the bold things clinging back.
I, a weary picture writer in a time that’s cruel plain,
Have been clinging all too sadly to what shall not come again,
To what shall not come and should not! for the silver’s mostly black,
And the gold a dull red copper by the springs where I held back.
Clinging back,
Holding back,
To the old things and the cold things clinging back.
But if you should read a writer sending truths home every time,
While his every “point” goes ringing like the grandest prose in rhyme,
Though he writes the people’s grammar, and he spreads the people’s “clack,”
He is stronger than the Public! and he’ll jerk the mad world back.
Yank it back,
Hold it back,
For the love of little children hold it back.
poem by Henry Lawson
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(Hope Poem) Clinging On To The Last Bit Of Hope
Writing The Next Chapter,
Always The Next Chapter.
Clinging To The Last Bit Of Hope Knowing It Will Have To Due.
Know The Very Next Day Is Another Follow Through.
Where Is That Day Of Rest?
Where Is That Day Of Success?
A Life Full Of Emptiness.
Completely Monotonous.
Like A Soldier I Keep Putting One Foot In Front Of Next.
I Harbor No I'll Will Or Regret.
But I'm Still Getting Tired Of The Next.
Writing The Next Chapter,
Always The Next Chapter.
Clinging To The Last Bit Of Hope Knowing It Have To Due.
Knowing The End Is Far Beyond My Reach.
Even With All I Got It Means little To Nothing.
Materialistic Is So Unrealistic.
The More You Take The More You Got To Pay.
Maybe Sometime
But For Now I'm Just So Tired Of Next.
Writing The Next Chapter,
Always The Next Chapter.
Clinging To The Last Bit Of Hope Knowing It Will Have To Due.
Take Some Anti Depressants To Spread It Out.
Just Got Make It Again And Again.
Like A Constant Buzzing In My Ear That Just Won't Go Away.
It's Giving Me A Headache.
Think Soon I Just Might Break.
Like An Earthquake Everything Is Starting To Tremble And Shake.
I'm So Tired Of The Next,
But Still I'm Writing The Next Chapter.
Always The Next Chapter.
Clinging On The Last Bit Of Hope Knowing It Will Have Due.
I'm Holding On As Long As Can.
But Slowly I Feeling Less And Less Like A Man.
Just Another Weakling.
And Here Comes The Next,
Oh The Next,
THE VERY NEXT.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Life born embryo
Life born embryo clinging
Clinging clinging to life
Feeding itself on the life of the other
A life for life taken away
Life seed of life
Give life to another life
Dying in the life of another
The windmill spinning the cycles
All nature doomed to die
Life born embryo is a wish
A mere wish to live above life
Go beyond the edges of the doom
A wish to live coming true
We are
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Here Am I
(ronnie scott/steve wolfe)
Producers for bonnie: david mackay, ronnie scott, steve wolfe
Here am I in love again clinging to your arms again
Wondering why I wanted to be free
Here am I next to you wondering what we ought to do
Cant afford to lose it all again
Here am i, there are you, we nearly broke our hearts in two
Would have been the worst thing in the world
When I thought that we could live apart
I must have been crazy, what a fool I was
What a fool from the moment you got in my heart
I should have known baby, but now I know, oh!
Here am I in love again clinging to your arms again
Wondering why I wanted to be free
When I thought that we could live apart
I must have been crazy, what a fool I was
What a fool from the moment you got in my heart
I should have known baby, but now I know, oh!
Here am I in love again clinging to your arms again
Wondering why I wanted to be free
Here am I next to you wondering what we ought to do
Cant afford to lose it all again
Here am I in love again clinging to your arms again
Here am i, there are you, we nearly broke our hearts in two
Would have been the worst thing in the world
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Each of us believes, quite unconsciously of course, that we alone pursue the truth, which the rest are incapable of seeking out and unworthy of attaining. This madness is so deep-rooted and so useful that it is impossible to realize what would become of each of us if it were someday to disappear.
quote by Emil Cioran
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Consciously or unconsciously we all strive to make the kind of a world we like.
quote by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr.
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Dependence gives attachment
Fragile, coy, shy and timid were once women.
They were vines, clinging to supporting men.
Sturdy, erect, brave and bold are now women.
Men and women grow erect, clinging withdrawn.
31.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Put even the plainest woman into a beautiful dress and unconsciously she will try to live up to it.
quote by Lady Duff-Gordon
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Had To Let Go
the hands that grasped
the ledge, clinging for life,
had to let go...
in order for the wings
to learn to fly!
the heart that grasped
your heart, clinging for love,
had to let go...
in order for your heart
to return again!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Had a Dream
Once, I had a dream
A dream I was sure I could achieve
A dream I was certain just a step ahead me
A dream I was faithfully beleive
Once, I had a dream
Dream of become a person like I admire most
Dream of become a person I knew I would be
Dream of become that kind of person
That dream create a world
A world where I revolved around it
Consume my existence
Strap me unconsciously
Yet willingly I trussed myself there
Until slowly
The dream die down
It vanished into thin air
The world cast out me
It eaten my soul alive
Where should I stand right now?
What should I do from now?
Who would revoke me from this emptiness?
When will this wound won’t bleed anymore?
Why me?
To this day
I still searching for the answer
To this day
The wound still hurts
To this day
I still have a slight of hope
That my dreams will come true
(MyLunar/040611)
poem by Adisty Mulianty
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The most enviable writers are those who, quite often unanalytically and unconsciously, have realized that there are different facets to their nature and are able to live and work with now one, now another, in the ascendant.
quote by Dorothea Brande
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We reform others unconsciously when we walk uprightly.
quote by Anne Sophie Swetchine
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All of us are working together for the same end; some of us knowingly and purposefully, others unconsciously.
Marcus Aurelius in Meditations
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When I was a boy, unconsciously, spontaneously I learned the art of telling ironic stories.
If you're going to stick around in this business, you have to have the ability to reinvent yourself, whether consciously or unconsciously.
quote by Dennis Quaid
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All of the women on The Apprentice flirted with me - consciously or unconsciously. That's to be expected.
quote by Donald Trump
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We lie to one another every day, in the sweetest way, often unconsciously. We dress ourselves and compose ourselves in order to present ourselves to one another.
quote by John Le Carre
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Im A Monster
Am I a bad guy?
Am I a bad soul?
My eyes roll backward
My head fell forward
We want the vampires
They want the daylight
Undecided if we will feel it
All the lies and fantasies I picked to deny what is right
as the lawyers lie down to the sound of a broken man clinging
to the legs of a butterfly.
We live to see our children die,
turn to the bright to describe what we never will find,
I'm a monster singing through the side of a left eye
And I will pay for, and I will pay for,
I couldn't have her,I couldn't save her,
If I could grab on, I'd pull the ......
All the lies and fantasies I picked to deny what is right
as the lawyers lie down to the sound of a broken man clinging
to the legs of a butterfly, of a butterfly
We live to see our children die,
turn to the light to describe what we never will find,
I'm a vampire clinging to the sounds for a fast high.
All the lies and fantasies I picked to describe what is right
as the lawyers lie down to the sound of a broken man clinging
to the legs of a butterfly.
I live to see our children die,
turn to the bright to describe what we never will find,
I'm a monster singing through the sigh of a left high.
song performed by by Ours
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Those Who Have Been Victims
Leave them to fight.
They will be clinging on to life...
Asking 'why' very soon.
Barbarians can do only one thing successfully.
Declare victory...
After total destruction,
And chaos has been determined.
It convinces them they created fire.
And the only purpose the Sun has...
Is to bronze their skins.
Ignoring those of natural color.
For fear insecurities will be exposed.
Leave them to fight.
They will be clinging on to life...
Asking 'why' very soon.
And those who have been victims,
Of their crimes...
Appear to be both deaf and blind,
To the sounds and sights of their screams.
Wondering...
Why do they point to the sky,
With frightened looks in their eyes?
Since all they see are angels,
Coming to make deliveries!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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