Non-Resistance
PERHAPS too far in these considerate days
Has patience carried her submissive ways;
Wisdom has taught us to be calm and meek,
To take one blow, and turn the other cheek;
It is not written what a man shall do,
If the rude caitiff smite the other too!
Land of our fathers, in thine hour of need
God help thee, guarded by the passive creed!
As the lone pilgrim trusts to beads and cowl,
When through the forest rings the gray wolf's howl;
As the deep galleon trusts her gilded prow
When the black corsair slants athwart her bow;
As the poor pheasant, with his peaceful mien,
Trusts to his feathers, shining golden-green,
When the dark plumage with the crimson beak
Has rustled shadowy from its splintered peak,--
So trust thy friends, whose babbling tongues would charm
The lifted sabre from thy foeman's arm,
Thy torches ready for the answering peal
From bellowing fort and thunder-freighted keel!
poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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In long experience I find that a man who trusts nobody is apt to be the kind of man nobody trusts.
quote by Harold MacMillan
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A man who trusts nobody is apt to be the kind of man nobody trusts.
quote by Harold MacMillan
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Visionary Truth
(A)
nobody trusts it but the liars say, 'we trust it'
a golden city reappears after 3 years
happiness is gone away already
but the visionary truth is not alone now visually
rains of hope and prosperity call upon life in the motion
(B)
nobody trusts it but the liars say, 'we trust it'
a golden city reappears after 3 years
happiness is gone away already
but the visionary truth is not alone now visually
rains of hope and prosperity call upon life in the motion
(C)
nobody trusts it but the liars say, 'we trust it'
a golden city reappears after 3 years
happiness is gone away already
but the visionary truth is not alone now visually
rains of hope and prosperity call upon life in the motion
(D)
nobody trusts it but the liars say, 'we trust it'
a golden city reappears after 3 years
happiness is gone away already
but the visionary truth is not alone now visually
rains of hope and prosperity call upon life in the motion
(E)
reality becomes reality again
freedom becomes peace
reality becomes reality again
freedom becomes peace
reality becomes reality again
freedom becomes peace
(LIFE)
peace, loving kindness and wisdom rekindles moment-to-moment chances
and changes
peace, loving kindness and wisdom rekindles moment-to-moment chances
and changes
peace, loving kindness and wisdom rekindles moment-to-moment chances
and changes
har! har! har!
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THE ENDON THE LIFE SCREEN! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Cross Of Thorns
Dont come closer, cos it aint safe here,
Just turn around now and walk away.
Ive gotta tell you, there are no rules here,
Sometimes I wonder, what goes on there,
Behind those-eyes.
Chorus:
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
Young ones crying with their heads in their hands,
When you talk about saving, the souls of the faithful,
You cant help thinking, youve got blood on your
Hands.
From a cross of thorns.
Tongues of fire always talking, wasted words that
Ring in my ears.
Were still waiting, losing patience, will all the
Lies of, 400 houndred years.
Ive got to tell you, there are no rules here,
Sometimes I wonder, what goes on there,
Behind those-eyes.
Chorus
We gave you yesterday, and now you want to-day,
Oh, from the hands of death we take our daily bread,
Now all we do is choke, and the words that you once
Spoke, fade away.
Look at what youve done, oh, its a cross of thorns.
Take away, this cross of thorns, look at what youve
Done.
Its a cross of thorns, cross of thorns.
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
Youve got blood on your hands, from a cross of
Thorns.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Hidden Sin
O God, You know my foolishness
And my sins are not hidden from You!
The Sun of Righteousness shall arise
To help me to transform and renew.
Our Lord is good and knows who trusts Him
He wants us to be glad and rejoice in our giving.
My Soul trusts the shadow of His wings
As my refuge remains His forgiving.
God's commandments aren't that hard or burdensome
And they deliver us from Satin's claws.
His merciful love is greatest toward us
As we triumph by Divine principles and laws.
The bird that pecks at a rock trusts in the strength of its beak.
Honesty and Truth
Through the windows of my soul I see
Divisibility of Truth
Two Entities that dwell within
Each A partnered substitute
The Heart is ruled by Emotive Truth and
Trusts. In Honesty
But The Mind Accepts. Whats only Fact
And Trusts. Logically
Though I believe. What I Believe
With All I am Inside
But My Honest Truth lives in My Heart
The Veritable Truth. In My Mind!
poem by Jodie Mayhew
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When You Trust Somebody
Where should I turn
What should I do
There’s no one to trust
There’s no one left
They’ve all turned against me
I knew not to trust
When you mess with fire
You must get burned
I used to trust them
Now definitely not
I’ve never trusted before
Why should I start now
Every time this happens
And eventually I forgive and forget
But not this time
This time I will NOT forget
There’s only one person to trust
And that’s yourself
Yourself won’t share your secrets
Unless you want them to
Yourself will never betray you
In the end it’s you against the world
So you must learn to defend yourself
To automatically lock down your emotions
To never trust no matter what
Cause in the end
You will only get hurt
So now it’s just me
With no one to trust
I must learn to fight
To defend
And to never trust again
Cause everyone will turn their backs
Right when you need them
They’ll leave when you need help
They’ll ignore you
When you’re uncertain and need guidance
What are these so called friends
They are nothing to you
Like you are nothing to them
Friends are imaginary
Like unicorns and fairies
They don’t exist
They are made up
They’re just someone’s fantasy
Someone who still trusts
But that someone will learn
That there is no one to trust
I’ve learned my lesson
After being burned countless times
I’ve learned, have you
I will never trust again
Cause trust only leads to pain
And I don’t need anymore of that
So the next time someone says
TRUST ME
Look at them strangely
And laugh
Because you know what happens
When You Trust Somebody
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Bite The Hand That Bleeds
I watch you tap for blood in my veins
My heart you feed on to keep you sustained
A parasite that leaves me cold and drained
I'm in shock, and you leave me paralyzed
And the saddest part I realize
The absence of truth behind your eyes
I feel you tapping my soul from my vein!
I feel you tapping again on my vein!
I feel my life slipping away!
One more drop of blood I spill
One more drop you take
One more drop and I will spite
And bite the hand that bleeds
I see you have two faces turning
Changing face to keep me guessing
You have mastered the art of deceiving
Now I know no one trusts you
And to think, not even you do
And I know you salted my wounds
Now I know no one trusts you!
Now I know no one trusts you!
Now I know you salted my wounds!
One more drop of blood I spill
Noe more drop you take
One more drop and I will spite
And bite the hand that bleeds
Bite the hand that bleeds you ...
song performed by by Fear Factory
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When a man has no reason to trust himself, he trusts in luck.
quote by Edgar Watson Howe
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“Trust Me As I Trust You”
Shake my hand, count the real
Romantic life for now I feel
A mate the old man and now you are
Yesterday I ran which from far
Temple dove against the hand
Fairly deal the moist land
My great trust no one can change;
I trust you high as long as range;
Bird trusts his wings so he never falls;
So, trust me too and you’ll never fail.
poem by Melvin Delamente
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Trust
let yourself
fall off
from a very high cliff
there are no angels
in sight
do you trust
God?
common,
do you trust
God?
you must be sober
now
i know
you are trying to
take the side
with reason
and reason
trusts no one
now be serious
do you
trust God?
you are leaving
this poem
like
a trash, it will not stop asking you
do you
trust God?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Please, Trust Me..
The earth trusts the sun,
The moon trusts the earth,
I trust you,
for me to revolve around you.
Unseen waves that attract,
make the solar system intact.
Unseen bonds that attract,
make the human love intact.
Mistakes could have been made,
Fights could have been enacted,
Silence could have been kept,
The love will overcome all odds.
Look for clues may weaken our hearts,
clues of betrayal and infidelity,
Look for clues may strengthen our life,
clues of sincerity and confidence.
No flowers needed, but need a helping hand,
No chocolates needed, but need sweet words,
No pretend needed, but need a friendly heart,
Not one day just enough, but need a life of full of love.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Changeless Charm
CHANGELESS CHARM
She draws with inspiration on the page,
On inspiration draws with lightest touch,
Now Nature, now upon a byegone Age
Grown young again with music touching much.
There breezes blow - we feel it in our hair,
Or rivers flow, we're drenched 'mid tench and trout,
Far lands she'll paint and we're transported there
As if their skies we'd never been without.
In Got she trusts - all creeds must lose their Way?
Removed is pain - O scar where is thy trace?
Before her all was dark now all should pay
Everlasting homage to fair face.
Though Time on others takes its toll, all told,
Her changeless charm retains an aura gold.
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Changeless Charm (c) Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Lone Wolf
I am a lone wolf
I always was and will be
I feel fine, I am resigned to this
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf
Got my cares
Wrapped up all nice and neat
In my suitcase
Ill take it down the street
To a place with plenty of space for me
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf
It blows my mind
That people wanna try to get inside my tired head
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf
I am a lone wolf
Nobody needs to get too close to me
Youll only see this truth
I am a lone wolf
song performed by by Eels
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Poor human reason, when it trusts in itself, substitutes the strangest absurdities for the highest divine concepts.
quote by John Chrysostom
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The Last Charge
Now, men of the North! will you join in the strife
For country, for freedom, for honor, for life?
The giant grows blind in his fury and spite,--
One blow on his forehead will settle the fight!
Flash full in his eyes the blue lightning of steel,
And stun him with cannon-bolts, peal upon peal!
Mount, troopers, and follow your game to its lair,
As the hound tracks the wolf and the beagle the hare!
Blow, trumpets, your summons, till sluggards awake!
Beat, drums, till the roofs of the faint-hearted shake!
Yet, yet, ere the signet is stamped on the scroll,
Their names may be traced on the blood-sprinkled roll!
Trust not the false herald that painted your shield
True honor to-day must be sought on the field!
Her scutcheon shows white with a blazon of red,--
The life-drops of crimson for liberty shed.
The hour is at hand, and the moment draws nigh;
The dog-star of treason grows dim in the sky;
Shine forth from the battle-cloud, light of the morn,
Call back the bright hour when the Nation was born!
The rivers of peace through our valleys shall run,
As the glaciers of tyranny melt in the sun;
Smite, smite the proud parricide down from his throne,--
His sceptre once broken, the world is our own!
poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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Bible in Poetry: 1 Corinthians 13
To you, if I speak without love,
In tongues of men, angels above,
I’ll be a gong just, resounding,
Or cymbal, that’s always clanging.
If I’ve the gift of prophecy,
And fathom knowledge, mystery,
If I have faith to mountains move,
I am a naught, if I haven’t love.
If everything, I give the poor,
And send my body, up in flames,
I gain nothing, if I haven’t love.
Yes, love is patient and is kind;
It does not envy any mind;
It does not boast, for it’s not proud;
’Tis not self-seeking and not rude.
’Tis not angered with ease at all,
And does not keep records of fall;
In evil, it does not delight,
Rejoicing in truth and in light;
It always hopes and always trusts;
It perseveres and too protects.
Yet, prophecies cease into past,
And stilled will be all tongues at last,
And knowledge too, will pass away,
But never fails, love any day.
We know and prophesy in parts;
With time, imperfection departs;
As child, I talked like one and thought,
And reasoned childishly, a lot.
I put my childish ways behind,
When I became a man in mind;
A poor reflection now, we see
Mirror-like; direct then, ’twill be.
I know in part, then, know fully,
When I am known in full, surely.
The three remain: faith, hope and love;
The greatest being, only love!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 7-5-2007
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While the summer sun burns fiercely over us (in answer to Koos A. Kombuis)
While the summer sun burns fiercely over us,
we are already living in the Promised Land,
we are on no meandering road
that runs into the desert
as long as our eyes are focused
on the Lord
and we constantly trust Him.
We are in no desert
although foreigners crowd at our gates
and by criminal misdeeds
are transforming our Eden
into the portals of hell
and the God that we follow
has previously rescued our fathers
and He hears the prayers of everyone,
has got the omnipotence to act
against the mammon
that draws up in hordes
in the new morning.
Every day it’s His pure light
that still constantly falls on us,
even when there is darkness
that now is at the order of things
and as long as we are living,
the hope remains that the almighty God
will bring His salvation like before
and we find our hope and trust in Him
and He draws his laager, His crowd of angels
around the house of each one
who trusts in Him and are awaiting His salvation
and let there burn flaming torches
in the churches of the night,
there is a new morning
on which we are waiting praying.
[Reference: Die kerke van die nag (The churches of the night) by Koos A. Kombuis.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Naming of Things.
That's a Small Skipper
Jane said
And that's a Clouded yellow
as two butterflies
flittered overhead
as you both lay
in the tall grass
on the side
of the Downs
and you followed
her finger
as it indicated
the butterflies' flight
and then they were gone
and she gazed at you
and said
What?
How do you know
the names of things?
I'm a country girl
not a townie like you
she replied
her lips moulding
the words like a potter
moulds clay
and you caught a whiff
of her perfume
carried on the calm breeze
over your heads
and you looked
at her there
in the grass
her head turned back
to the sky
her eyes reflecting
the summer blue
and her left leg
bent upwards
so that her knee
stood naked
beneath the sun
and her right hand
lay next to yours
the white blouse
open at the neck
and she said
I often used to lay here
alone listening
to the overhead birds
and the winds' moan
watching tractors
in the fields below
and mother wondering
where I was
And now?
you asked
Does she wonder
where you are now?
she turned her head
and gazed at you
No not now
she knows I'm with you
and that I'm showing you
the store of nature
and the panoramic view
And she trusts you?
you asked
sensing her hand
touch yours
the flesh warm
and soft
She trusts you
Jane said
and another butterfly
fluttered by
like a ballerina overhead.
poem by Terry Collett
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