Emty Life
Money making
Maney wonder...
Every day
For human life...
With easy...
Other and other's
Of life
Making emty life...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Nothing
Many are
Making money
The life style
On the human
Life...
Life is not only
For the money? ? ! !
But making
Money...
Is enough
Of life...
The life is
enough of
Nothing...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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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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Your Biggest Mistake
What do you think inside your head
I want to know
Do you think this
Could end up breaking you
You life is a time bomb
Set to explode
You talk out your ass
And everyone knows
For once you should listen
Or care what i think
Or I'll be gone before you can blink
Everyones told you
Over and over again
You're making the biggest mistake of your life
Everyones told you
Everyone you left behind
You're making the biggest mistake of you life
Everyone knows that
Your afraid of missing out
And I know that its hard for you
To swallow down
The while world you've vreated
Is set to explode
You lie throught you teeth
And everyone knows
For once you should listen
Or care what I think
Or you'll stay stuck in the web your trapped in
Everyones told you
Over and over again
You're making the biggest mistake of your life
Everyoes told you
Everyone you left behind
You're making the biggest mistake of your life
Its a chance
You should take
And I know that its not
An easy one to make
You should trust the ones
That are closest to you
Everyones told you
Over and over again
You're making the biggest mistake of your life
Everyone told you
Everyone you left behind
You're making the biggest mistake of your life
(Your life)
The biggest mistake of your life
song performed by by New Found Glory
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Y.. Tree of Life
The tree of life
It has a branch
A money making branch
The bigger the money making branch
The more comfortable our life
But if the money making branch
Is the only branch
On our tree of life
It is such an ugly and unstable tree.
A prayer and devotion branch
Will stabilize the tree of life
Let it be a real big branch
On your tree of life
But if only two branches on a tree
Imagine how ugly it would still be!
So let there be branches
Of Affability and Charity
Of Cheerfulness and Friendliness
Of Gentleness and Honesty
Of Humility and Compassion
Of Spirituality and Wisdom
Of Courage and Hard work
With these branches present,
It will carry soon the lush greenery
Of love and job satisfaction
And soon enough, the tree of life
Will bear the fruits
Of peace of mind and happiness.
A wonderful tree of life I wish you
with many fine branches
and lots of greenery and fruits.
poem by Aufie Zophy
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LIFE or GOD
Sin making
Many...
Many...
Human day's...
Life making
For sin...
To live
With happley
At sin...
Win and
with dye
The sin...
Sin is
Life...
Or god...! ?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Aries
Right, let's get the whole thing cooking)
I try to run in a different race
But every time I seem to loose face
Making it hard it's easy
But I got to keep trying to lessen my pace
I try to walk down a city-street
I say hello to the people I meet
They're walking their way and thinking I'm crazy
But I have so much trouble just to keeping the beat
Well my way of life is simple
'Cause I just do what I please
Whatever I was blessing
Well it worn't to laugh at me
Maybe I'm just a country boy
Hinging life bringing no joy
Well it's bringing me down, it's making me lonely
You see I'm fooling with a life and it ain't no toy
Well my way of life is simple
'Cause I just do what I please
And whenever I got problems
I just call upon Aries
Here she comes
Here she comes
song performed by by Supertramp
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I have witness many great things in this world, in this life
I have witness many great things in this world, in this life. The greatest ones by far where when my children were born. They both entered this world differently. The oldest entered calm, he entered this new world with a gentle easy calmness, an alert curiosity, not certain as to where he landed yet trusting, ready to face this new world. Seeing this new life entering the world, I saw myself entering life, all life entering life, all humanity entering life. My second child entered the world, yelling; to me his cries could have been heard all around the world, he announced himself, to the world, to life, with power, with intensity, with certainty 'I am here. '
As a preteen, as a teenager, as a young man, I had many peek experiences while playing sports. Other types of experiences as well, Creative flashes of inspiration that moved me to the core.
I have witnessed the love of the human soul, the tenderness, of the human soul, the strength, endurance, the depths, I have seen, listen to, was moved by all of the Gods of the pantheon of life, the incarnations of being. I seem them go on past endurance, yet still loving, making miracles, finding hope, making ways where there where none, for their children, for loved ones for them selves for life.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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I Have Witness Many Great Things In This World
I have witness many great things in this world, in this life. The greatest ones by far where when my children were born. They both entered this world differently. The oldest entered calm, he entered this new world with a gentle easy calmness, an alert curiosity, not certain as to where he landed yet trusting, ready to face this new world. Seeing this new life entering the world, I saw myself entering life, all life entering life, all humanity entering life. My second child entered the world, yelling; to me his cries could have been heard all around the world, he announced himself, to the world, to life, with power, with intensity, with certainty 'I am here. '
As a preteen, as a teenager, as a young man, I had many peek experiences while playing sports. Other types of experiences as well, Creative flashes of inspiration that moved me to the core.
I have witnessed the love of the human soul, the tenderness, of the human soul, the strength, endurance, the depths, I have seen, listen to, was moved by all of the Gods of the pantheon of life, the incarnations of being. I seem them go on past endurance, yet still loving, making miracles, finding hope, making ways where there where none, for their children, for loved ones for them selves for life.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Lifesong
to a child very young
life is
happiness and fun
to a child getting bigger
life and school
seem to be getting bitter
to a child growing up
life and love
seem to be getting mixed up
to a child fully grown
life is about
making choices on your own
to a child with a child
life is about
making sure there life isn't wild
to a child getting old
life is about
keeping your family out of the cold
to a child old and grey
life is about
remembering the past things you used to say
to a child dead and gone
life was about
your one lifesong
poem by No Reason To Care
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To see life,
To see life,
To see life is to see trust,
To see life and make us suffer for truth's,
To see life is to grow in an environment that is good,
To understand the Spiritual meaning of glory,
To see life is find an ether,
To see life is to make us see Beauty,
To see life is to make a commitment of Truth's,
Either way,
Responsibility is making life easier,
To see life is loving from the soul,
There are many lesson's that man hast to learn,
That we are very weak to see what is making us lose.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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I Know It 'Aint' Been That Easy
I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Cash strapped,
And on your own.
I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Making ends meet,
And feeding.
With nothing to spare for treats.
I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Cash strapped,
Like that.
I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Living alone,
And the money's gone.
I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Like that,
Cash strapped.
I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Being alone,
And on your own.
Doing your best,
And the money's gone.
Living a life that is condoned,
You manage.
And I know it aint been that easy...
Cash strapped and trapped.
I know it aint been that easy...
Cash strapped and trapped.
I know it aint been that easy,
Being alone,
And on your own.
Doing your best,
And the money's gone.
Living a life that is condoned,
You manage.
Being alone,
And on your own.
Doing your best,
And the money's gone.
Living a life that is condoned,
You manage.
I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Cash strapped,
Like that.
I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Cash strapped,
And on your own.
I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Cash strapped,
Like that.
I know it 'aint' been that easy...
Cash strapped,
And on your own...
Doing the best you do to make it through
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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About Life
LIFE goes fast
LIFE has to last
LIFE has crime in it's own time
LIFE can have a war
LIFE has a law
LIFE can be sad
LIFE can be bad
IN LIFE there can be fights and we have human rights
LIFE we can love just like a white dove
IN LIFE we smile and can travel every mile
LIFE has seasons
LIFE has reasons
LIFE there is rich and poor who want more
LIFE can be funny just like money
IN LIFE you only get one chance
SO LETS HAVE OUR LAST DANCE! ! ! ...
poem by Breaze Openshaw
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Don't Cry
Don't cry
Any thing
Happen any thing....
Don't cry...! ?
Life is
Not for
Crying...
Life was
Making
Yes...it is
Making for
Other's...
So, don't cry
Enything you
Did not making
Also don't cry
You making
Change
The tinking
In your's mind
Too truley
Too Happy...!
Given to happy
For the world...!
You will more
Enjoy the happy...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The Drug's Not Working
I was shooting in the back of the car
When the windows smashed on the police cars
I was swimming through the streets of New York
With my cocaine dagger and throats to cut
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making me high
She was a hooker at the age of 16
All she wanted was the money
She didn't need an I.D.
She was a junkie and I know its clich
But then so was her life
I mean, she lived in L.A.
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making her high
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
But it was making her high
And it was making her cry
And it was making her cry
(Riot in my skull, demons are coming)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Painted it all black, the chains are jerking)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Riot in my skull, demons are coming)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
And it was making her cry
(Los Angeles is dead, the drugs ain't working)
Riot in my skull, demons are coming
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
Painted it all black, the chains are jerking
L.A. is dead, the drugs ain't working
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
L.A. your dead, the drugs ain't working
The drugs ain't working
The drugs ain't working
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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Whore
Stomach is making
Whore...?
Whore is making a
Sex...
Not...
Life making a sexy
whore with out money...
whore is not sex...
Sex is life...
Whore do only is
Wonder full earn with
Full fill the stomach...
Give to bad Sex....? ? ?
or good sex...! ! ! !
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Cash based life
The only thing ever wonted
Happiness! ! ! Is it based on money?
Fame or fortune?
Can you buy your happiness?
Or will you be happy
If you just got money
Yes you can buy
The visible things around you
A nice car and a big house
But not love wealth and happiness
Meaning of happiness is coming to a home
By the end of the day
Even how you low on money
But still to a home to your love ones
To someone who really loves you
Not for your big house or your fancy car
Or how much you can spend buy one day
Yes, now a day's life is mostly based on money
But always have to try to see the meaning of life
With your naked eyes
Not with a blindfold around your eyes
To chase away the devil and the evil within our souls
To see the beauty within our life
Which is not based on money
Life is not all about money or based on it
Even we raised to believe that way
Believe in yourself and think about your life
With money on the side
Without making it the life source of your self
Nisal~©
poem by Nisal Weerasinghe
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Im so sorry
I'm so sorry
Sorry for making you think all men are the same
Sorry for making you feel naked
Sorry for sharing my dreams with the outside world
I'm so sorry
Sorry for taking late night calls in your presence
Sorry for not making you my number one
Sorry for not saying thank you
I'm so sorry
Sorry for the tears I've made you cry
Sorry for not answering when you called upon my name
Sorry for waking up and not finding me there
Sorry for making you feel unappreciated and unloved
I'm so sorry
Sorry for not saying Happy Birthday
Sorry for being a nightmare in your life
Sorry for making you my punching bag
I'm so sorry
Sorry for making you say sorry when it was not your fault
Sorry for the promises I made but never kept
I'm so sorry
poem by Neo tshegofatso Molefe
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A Vicious Cycle
Taking life and feeding death
a broken path, a fork in the road.
Screaming, beating, defeating,
not making any sense but still vital to life and death.
Whispering cruel thoughts, stealing breath
voicing once hidden intentions.
Taking life and feeding death.
Gentle heat, steadfast heart
killing death to take a chance on life every fourth.
Fighting, winning and losing,
not making any sense but still vital to life and death.
Encouraging and coaxing, giving life
pushing back the darkness until its turn to submit.
Taking death and making life.
Whipped around, a vicious cycle
full of life and death, each vital to survival.
Giving up, making a new start, taking a chance on something new
Still making no sense at all, but perhaps it's not ment to.
Degrading, crushing, Encouraging, freeing
Compromise, age, learning to wait.
Life and death, each vital to survival.
poem by Laura Cummings
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It Comes For Me So Easy
If it was not easy for me to give...
You would have never known my face.
Or the appearance of it shown,
As often.
I do not try to grace you with impressions.
This is who I am.
Being me with you in my thoughts.
Being me wishing to offer to you,
Something from my heart.
Something that is genuine...
You will know from the start.
And it comes for me so easy!
Just like the breath I breathe.
Just like a tree that is there,
For what it does.
For what it offers.
For what it is.
There to give!
I want you to be aware you can depend on me.
But I don't want you to think of me as an obligation.
Waiting there from you to receive.
Not me.
I appreciate you too much.
You are life.
I want you to think of me,
As being there...
Easy!
As a part of who you are!
Since you will always be,
There for me to give.
And I can't think of any opportunity,
That comes to me as easy.
Knowing my life,
Means more than just for me to live...
With you making it easy,
For me to give!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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