Life and Death
Actions and words carry the meaning of work,
For the professional life is all too a look,
I guarantee the joke of many and few, many and few,
Tonight I can sell the best anthem and all new.
The life is a puzzle and a soldier of goodness,
If You are keen to work for me and resolve it,
To underestimate it and give a bonus to heaven,
As if hells are not complete with it then.
Into the layers of fineness and ache,
The man who regards another woman,
Is put off by every single deliverance,
So that he himself is for fat and protein.
God does not mistake the one who is,
Or the one who is not, or is not anyway.
For you Life is superior to Death,
Howevermuch the Deathly People stay on tomorrow.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Get up, go to work, go home, go to bed
Get up, go to work, go home, go to bed
Is this what life's all about I said?
Work, work, work every single day
Just to earn enough my bills to pay.
Surely life must be much more than this
Someone tell me what the purpose is.
Then, 'You can have life abundantly'
I heard the Lord Jesus say to me.
'I am the door: if you enter in
then your new life with me will begin.
These things of earth will just pass away
but the life I give is here to stay.'
So I turned around and followed Him
and my life was no longer so grim.
I still have to work to earn my pay
but He gives a purpose to each day.
Why Bother?
i hate my life,
i just want to end it,
it not going the way i want,
why should i stay?
i don't feel like i belong,
i don't feel people want me around,
so much going through my head,
like which way should i go?
which would work the best?
which way can i go,
so i won't return to this life?
i hate it that much,
these are the questions that run
through my head,
who will care?
maybe just my family,
but, that's it?
why should i carry around so much pain?
i'm sick to my stomach thinking about it,
i'm stuck in a life i no longer want,
tiried of sticking around just hopeing
that some day it will get better,
because the way i see it,
there is no upside to things,
who am i kidding?
thinking my life had meaning to remain,
because day after day,
i'm starting to see it as a joke,
with that one question that still lingers,
what the hell am i even doing here?
poem by Mona Martinez
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Lovingly Do The Work
Work is
Life...
Life is work...
Any work is not
Wrong...
Without work is
Worng...
Human every budy works
Wny way too work...s
Work is making you...
Work is given good life
For you...and your's...
So...
Understand too work
Earn money too work...
Live life with your work...
Love too work...
Learn to do the work...
Lovingely do the work...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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All I Want To Do
(chorus)
I don't like the work but true I need the money
My life is like a joke but to me is isn't funny
Peolpe all around, telling me what to do
And all I want to do is stay at home with you
Time after time I say to myself
Working all my life isn't good for my health
Get old, get tired, get put on the shelf
I do all the work, someone else gets all the wealth
Wish I was on an island in the sun
Where I woouldn't have to worry how to get things done
(chorus)
I don't like the work but true I need the money
My life is like a joke but to me is isn't funny
Peolpe all around, telling me what to do
And all I want to do is stay at home with you
Day after day becomes more of a grind
Bills pile up, moneys harder to find
Trying to get ahead money's harder to find
If I don't give it up i'm gonna lose my mind
Wish I was on an island in the sun
Where I wouldn't have to worry how to get things done
(chorus)
I don't like the work but true I need the money
My life is like a joke but to me is isn't funny
Peolpe all around, telling me what to do
And all I want to do is stay at home with you
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The Mechanism Of Life
He was a handsome soldier, respectful and rich,
And lived a charmed life, without a single glitch.,
But life is an endless labyrinth, with temptations at every turn,
Put a leash around your desires or let your insides churn
The soldier gave in and stepped into the abyss,
Someone was keeping a count of his sins, he knew not of this.
He set in motion the wheels of a concept of great antiquity,
A mechanism created by a superior entity.
He lived a great life, satisfying every urge,
And finally the skies opened its gate for him, as the mortals sang his dirge.
At the gates of heaven, he was told his sins were far too great,
So his dreams of living in heaven for now, had to wait
He was sent back stripped off his memories, new birth, new life,
To struggle as a tramp, No elation only strife.
Not in a position to do any good, he was forced to steal,
Not a roof above his head, no clothes not a single meal.
He starved to death and left the world unheard,
At the gates of heaven he was a wounded bird.
Sent back as an ant, because of the sins he had committed,
His undying love for emancipation, still unrequited.
Without purpose, without thought, trapped in a body so incapable,
He knew no difference between good and evil, the blankness in its head was inescapable.
It wandered aimlessly along with its clan,
To finally be crushed under the foot of a man.
Thus the poor soldier who once fought for his nation,
Suffered for eternity and never achieved salvation.
Every man makes a mistake and no one is here to stay,
Everybody gets punished, the mechanism is built that way.
It leaves a man to rot without a dime,
In a different life, unaware of his crime.
For what attaches a man to his life are his memories,
Without it, he learns nothing, lost are his past glories.
A few men tried to warn us, through words, a dictum,
About this absurd cycle that continues, ad infinitum.
poem by SaviorsLavish Human
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All Day
Well Im hiding my eyes from the morning sun
And I keep on working till the work is all done
But a voice in my head keeps ticking away
As the sweats hosed down from yet another day
Well he works hard
And he lives hard
And he breaks his back without nothing to gain
While the boss man sits around and drinks champagne
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
Well Im peeling the blisters off my working hand
Is that what it takes to make you understand?
That its something you read, not something you meant
To be slaving away without a shred of integrity
He worked hard
And he lived hard
And he broke his back without nothing to say
While the man in control was just laughing away
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
Was it something you read?
Was it something you meant?
Was it something you said?
Or was it heaven sent?
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
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No Guarantee
The night is as deep as the sea
And my heart is disobeying me
Raging thoughts all soothed beneath your hand
Looking in your eyes I think I understand
Let's take it now for we both know too well
That love's no guarantee
Will it stay or go no way to tell
But tonight is ours and tonight is all we need
For now love's no guarantee
The thunder I hear must be my own
Rushing through my head I should have known
I will take and give it back to you
And your paradise can be mine for a moment too
Let's take it now for we both know too well
That love's no guarantee
Will it stay or go no way to tell
For tonight is ours and tonight is all we need
For now love's no guarantee
No promises no tears to shed
Nothing to break these precious hours
Leaving a trace I'll not erase
This tender love was ours
Let's take it now for we both know too well
That love's no guarantee
Will it stay or go no way to tell
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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Ache, Ache, Ache
Stay calm
Put your mask of indifferent
Stay in control
You have gone through the worse
Stand tall
Throw the pain to the wall
Spread the smile
Even to deceive a little longer
Before it consumes you
And ache, ache, ache
Before it defeat you
With ache, ache, ache
Whisper you to break
For ache, ache, ache
Pushing you to the world
Full ache, ache, ache
Keep moving
Your body needs the adrenaline
Keep struggling
You don't want to end here
Glare angrily
It's better than being a hopeless
Act strongly
Do not let it weakens your will
Because it starts throbbing
An ache, ache, ache
Because you don't need pity
Though ache, ache, ache
They waiting you to fall
By ache, ache, ache
And wish you to slowly die
In ache, ache, ache
Focus on your duty
Forget other unnecessary mind
Carry your burden
Even you have to endure it forever
Brace the inevitable
Never let anything get you down
Give up is losing
Whatever left for you to own
But it keeps reminding you
Till ache, ache, ache
But it rounds you to the corner
To ache, ache, ache
You don't know where comes
This ache, ache, ache
And how to stop or numb
The ache, ache, ache
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Work To Work
Happy too
Work...
Un happy too
work...
Love too
Woork...
With out love too
Work...
Silentely work...
Tenson to work...
Peace too work...
Diperession to work...
Work with work...
Any time do any
Work...
Work is give for
Human...
Relax and releave...
Sad too work...
Woory too work...
Work too work...
Work is wondrfully
Changed your and your's life
Each every day
Don't take un wanted rest
With your's lazey...
Lazy making
Sad... dipression...
Tenson...
Useless thinking...
So...
Work is wonder fully
Chnage to change for your's...
Mind and thinking and your's life...
Woo
Work to work with you
And other's...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Life, Love & Values
Life without love is painful to understand
Love without doubt is God’s gift to man.
Life must have purpose, direction and goal
Life must have love to fortify our soul.
Life without God is but a dead-end street
Love without trust is easy to defeat.
Life must have meaning beyond just you
Life gives us value by what we pursue.
Life without love is most cruel to babies
Love without faith means too many maybes.
Life gives us goodness when we seek the right thing
Life provides joy as of deliverance we sing.
Carry On
It's easy to fight when everything's right,
And you're mad with the thrill and the glory;
It's easy to cheer when victory's near,
And wallow in fields that are gory.
It's a different song when everything's wrong,
When you're feeling infernally mortal;
When it's ten against one, and hope there is none,
Buck up, little soldier, and chortle:
Carry on! Carry on!
There isn't much punch in your blow.
You're glaring and staring and hitting out blind;
You're muddy and bloody, but never you mind.
Carry on! Carry on!
You haven't the ghost of a show.
It's looking like death, but while you've a breath,
Carry on, my son! Carry on!
And so in the strife of the battle of life
It's easy to fight when you're winning;
It's easy to slave, and starve and be brave,
When the dawn of success is beginning.
But the man who can meet despair and defeat
With a cheer, there's the man of God's choosing;
The man who can fight to Heaven's own height
Is the man who can fight when he's losing.
Carry on! Carry on!
Things never were looming so black.
But show that you haven't a cowardly streak,
And though you're unlucky you never are weak.
Carry on! Carry on!
Brace up for another attack.
It's looking like hell, but -- you never can tell:
Carry on, old man! Carry on!
There are some who drift out in the deserts of doubt,
And some who in brutishness wallow;
There are others, I know, who in piety go
Because of a Heaven to follow.
But to labour with zest, and to give of your best,
For the sweetness and joy of the giving;
To help folks along with a hand and a song;
Why, there's the real sunshine of living.
Carry on! Carry on!
Fight the good fight and true;
Believe in your mission, greet life with a cheer;
There's big work to do, and that's why you are here.
Carry on! Carry on!
Let the world be the better for you;
And at last when you die, let this be your cry:
Carry on, my soul! Carry on!
poem by Robert William Service
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Work That Body Rap Song = 2012
Drive my car wear my jewels
Make me feel like the king of fools.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
David loved Bathsheba, Samson loved Delilah
I love you and your name is Twyla.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
Life without love is empty and cruel
Without God's grace I remain a fool.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
After death I pray to go to Heaven
For I've been saved since I was eleven.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
Life can be short, life can be long
God sees all we do right or wrong.
Work that body
Work that body
Try not to hurt nobody
Joyfully Serve
I prefer not to walk alone
As the journey may be considered as half gone
Enjoyed by one and shared by none
So it must be accompanied by someone
Not that it is must and necessary
Yet everybody wants to marry
Willing to share the burden and carry
Enjoy it with responsibility and remain merry
Stay as near as possible
Nothing to worry about troubles
As they may come and go
But we may certainly grow
No liability as has been put
As life is no short cut
Love is to rule and affection is to take over
Both may work as one and provide cover
It is not the quest for gain
It is to develop bond and remain
Together for life and share
The fruits of journey and dare
You may depart one day
But to show others the way
Presence may not be that important
Yet the result may be seen instant
Did you even see old couples?
Walking with sticks among people
No worry for death to take over
Yet with so much happiness there
I request all to shed differences, if any
Make it fine resolve to carry
Life till the end of curve
Beautiful end and joyfully serve
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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My Question To Suicide
My gentle slow suicide is what I think about every day,
my life is nothing but another no one feels my pain,
I though about just running away but that wont do anything except give me more days in this place,
my life is messed up there is no other way out and im taking it,
it wont matter what any one says! The only question is how will I do it?
Cut myself tell I loose to much blood? No that won’t work that’s too much fun!
Strangle myself upon a tree? No that wont work people will see,
cut my throat and choke to death? That my work but lets see the rest,
have another over dose? No that wont work its like flirting with death, I shall think of more ways to put me to rest.
poem by Amber Vasquez
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My questioin to suicide
My gentle slow suicide is what I think about every day,
my life is nothing but another no one feels my pain,
I though about just running away but that wont do anything
except give me more days in this place,
My life is messed up there is no other way out and im taking it,
it wont matter what any one says! The only question is how will I do it?
Cut myself tell I loose to much blood? No that won’t work that’s too much fun!
Strangle myself upon a tree? No that wont work people will see,
Cut my throat and choke to death? That my work but lets see the rest,
have another over dose? No that wont work its like flirting with death,
I shall think of more ways to put me to rest.
poem by Liera Bloodheart
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Reflection of Life
Life is not about making money,
Life is not about acquiring power,
Life is not about gaining recognition or wealth.
Life is definitely not about work!
Work is only necessary to keep us living
so as to enjoy the beauty and pleasures of life.
Life is a balance of Work, Family and Personal time.
You decide how you want to balance your Life.
Define your priorities, realize what you are able to compromise but
always let some of your decisions be based on your instincts.
Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of Life,
the whole aim of human existence.
So, take it easy, do what you want to do
and appreciate nature.
Life is fragile, Life is short.
Do not take Life for granted.
Live a balanced lifestyle and enjoy Life.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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A Hectic Day
Work is inevitable
Work is accumulative
Work is strenuous
Work is living
A good work represents a good life
A well lived life is a balance
A balance between work & play
Is a life worth living!
Thus it begins my enthusiasm
For compilation of workloads
To be effective & efficient
To complete it I shall stop
Writing this poem!
poem by Jeline Loh
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I Will Be There For You
I remember long ago
A foolish one that hurt you so
I was someone you need to know
Stay here tonight
Turn back the tide
You've got to shine on my life again
I just need a second chance
To repair this circumstance
Stay here tonight
Turn back the tide
You've got to shine on my life again
Anything you want
Anything you need
I will be there for you
Every single day
Every little way
I will be there for you
Anything you need
I will be there for you
Every single day
Every little way
I will be there for you
I am so much wiser now
I live so fast I must slow down
Forget the past forgive me world
Stay here tonight
Turn back the tide
You?ve got to shine on my life again
Anything you want
Anything you need
I will be there for you
Every single day
Every little way
I will be there for you
Anything you need
I will be there for you
Every single day
Every little way
I will be there for you
It's not up to me
You have to believe
We must cross this sea alone
Did you ever know?
The day I let you go
I've been running on my own
On my own
Anything you want
Anything you need
I will be there for you
Every single day
Every little way
I will be there for you
Anything you need
I will be there for you
Every single day
Every little way
I will be there for you
song performed by by Asia
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We are Transmitters
As we live, we are transmitters of life.
And when we fail to transmit life, life fails to flow through us.
That is part of the mystery of sex, it is a flow onwards.
Sexless people transmit nothing.
And if, as we work, we can transmit life into our work,
life, still more life, rushes into us to compensate, to be ready
and we ripple with life through the days.
Even if it is a woman making an apple dumpling, or a man a stool,
if life goes into the pudding, good is the pudding
good is the stool,
content is the woman, with fresh life rippling in to her,
content is the man.
Give, and it shall be given unto you
is still the truth about life.
But giving life is not so easy.
It doesn't mean handing it out to some mean fool, or letting the living dead eat you up.
It means kindling the life-quality where it was not,
even if it's only in the whiteness of a washed pocket-handkerchief.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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Illicit Love
Are you lonely, my love
the love of your life
loves another man?
Are you in pain, my love
the love of your life
needs the other man?
Does your heart ache, my love
the love of your life
cannot forget that man?
Do I hurt you, my love
when I say to you
I can't get over that man?
Can you accept - my love
the love of your life
thinks of the other man
always, all the time?
No - I am not the other woman
in his life - as nothing works
between us...
yet I keep thinking of him
feel so deep for him
and yes - my love
wish to marry him
bed him and beget him
children...
like every woman does
for the man she loves...
Is it too much of a sin, my love
to love more than one man?
Tell me - my love
why do I need him so much
miss him every moment
of my lonesome life
being your wife
I need the husband in him
And yet - I know
I cannot do without you
I cannot choose him over you
do I forget him
and forgive myself
for the sin of being in love
with two men in my life?
Tell me - my love
how do I do this?
I am directionless...
feeling down and out
my heart in pieces
wish I could share
my life with you
and him.
Too much for the asking
I suppose...
I am being avaricious
and may be impractical
Tell me, my love
when was love pragmatic
when was love logical?
when did people say
love had a lot of rationale?
Love was always blind
blind as a bat
love feels with the heart
mind doesn't work
And here I am, my love
at your door-step
in your home
beside you, in your arms
loving you and yet
pondering over him...
Why did God give me so much pain?
Why did He fill my heart with
adulterous love?
Why did Destiny bring me
to this cross-road?
Why do I have to choose
between the two of you?
Sometimes I feel
that I could do
with neither of you
for both of you
are so precious to me
I cannot hurt one
and please the other...
They say: Love is pure,
pristine a feeling
complete devotion
and adulation
for the one man
a woman always loves
and loves for ever...
but what happens to the love
a woman feels for the man in her life
and the other man outside?
Is it so sinful a feeling?
Is it so detesting?
Do all the women
in this world
love only one man
through all their life?
And all the men
just think of only one woman:
their so-called wedded wife?
So many questions
in mind
for a heart that loves
and loves and loves...
the two men
in a woman's life
Any Answers...
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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