O.K. and not O.K
As considerate, I am O.K.; so are you.
As aggressive, I am O.K. but you are not.
As submissive, I am not O.K. but you are
As deceptive, I am not O.K; you are not O.K.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Competitive but not accommodating,
Energetic but not sympathetic,
Prosperous but not generous,
And aggressive but not considerate
You make your children at all cost.
You beam with their growth and your worth.
They would orphan you at a later stage
And orphan each other among themselves
Foe want of qualities you have ignored
To inculcate in their characters.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Now I can see I was at fault for not being more considerate, but when we were doing the show I didn't think it was my job to be considerate to other people.
Submissive
You are very submissive to me my love and,
We are like the hill and the valley living together;
So we can protect each other in any season on this love.
It should be a bit wet before you use it then,
It will be very lovely all day long.
It should be a bit soft before you eat it then,
You will love it forever!
For you are very submissive to my love.
You should leek it when it is very hard!
Then you will love eating it over and over agin;
For you are very submissive to my love and,
We are like the valley and the hill together always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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We were too young to know better, and none of us were very aggressive people. It would have helped a lot if just one of us had been aggressive enough to say no.
quote by Edie Brickell
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Be Aggressive
I started this
Its all for me
Whats yours is mine and mine is mine
Thats plain to see
So give it up
Ive got to have
I swalllow, I swalllow, I swalllow, I swalllow
Be aggressive
B-e aggressive
B-e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e
What someone else
Would leave behind
And spit it out, let go to waste
I claim as mine
Youre my flavour of the week
I swalllow, I swalllow, I swalllow, I swalllow
Tall and reckless
Ugly seed
Reach down my throat
You filthy bird
Thats all I need
The empty pit
Ive got to feed
To prove Im fit
A healthy man
Ive got to be
Malnutrition, my submission
Youre the master and I take it on my knees
Ejaculation
Tribulation
I swalllow, I swalllow, I swalllow, I swalllow
Be aggressive
B-e aggressive
B-e-a-g-g-r-e-s-s-i-v-e
Go, fight, go, fight, go, fight, go, fight, win
song performed by by Faith No More
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And ladies, build up your husband by being submissive. That's how you will give your children success; you will want your children to be obedient, to be submissive to righteous living.
quote by Warren Jeffs
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Still, most of those effects occur in the context of harmless play and it is patently obvious that children are not normally turned into aggressive little monsters by TV or video games, since most children do not become aggressive little monsters.
quote by Hugh Mackay
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Camera Obscura
(m.cretu.)
In reverse mode
Cause we are the fighters
Just fighting for our rights
Stand up, join us, modern crusaders alive
We have the power...
Were not submissive, were not aggressive
But they think...
Stand up, join us, modern crusaders alive
We have the power...
. sors salutis
Et virtutis
Michi nunc contraria
Hac in hora
Sine nora
Cordum pulsum tangite;
Quod per sortem
Sternit fortem,
Mecum omnes plangite!
(translation:
Fate, in health
And virtue,
Is against me
So at this hour
Without delay
Pluck the vibrating strings;
Since fate
Strikes down the strong man,
Everyone weep with me! )
song performed by by Enigma
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On being called a considerate soul who has good memory
I'd rather consider less
And turn into a worry-free princess
It's a misery to wake in the mid of the night
Considering all things that could've been possible
And no way found for them to be possible
Being considerate?
I'd rather be a magnate
I'd rewire my memory too
If brain science got a breakthrough
Long live will the memory of laughter
The memory of honor
But not for the memory of an unrequited love
Enchanted by a sweet smile
Though love can be as pure as a white dove
And a smile can be very attractive
The disappointment that follows is hard to shove
How foolish is the memory cell
That holds fast to a cute smile
The pains that follow
Are far more than poetry words can tell
If the memory cell has wings
It'll probably turn into a moth
Flying into a blazing fire
And thinking itself a light-seeking pioneer
Oh, I'd better donate the foolish cell to some wise guy
But finally
I decide to keep it and give it another try
After all
What if there really is a considerate soul in me
Soul, please, be considerate
And help rewire the memory cell for me
poem by Cathy Shao
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I Like That Too
You know I can't stop trying being more for you.
And wanting to be every part of the life,
You live too.
With you with me,
I feel this selfishness.
As if I want to protect you...
In a possessiveness,
You would wish I'd give...
As you do.
And I am not resisting it,
If it shows.
You know I can't stop trying being more for you.
And wanting to be every part of the life,
You live too.
With you with me,
I feel this selfishness.
As if I want to protect you...
In a possessiveness,
You would wish I'd give...
As you do.
And I am not resisting it,
If it shows.
Okay...
You want me to be the one to go first?
Since you are the more submissive!
Just let me know when you get tired of it.
I like it when you are dominate.
And this I know,
I will not come to miss.
When you are aggressive,
It gives me a boost.
A lift!
'I was just about to say I like that too.
About you!
When we do it.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But he didn't love (Russian romance)
He said be mine dear, be mine forever
And I will live with burning desire.
Charming his smile was, bliss in the glances
And all that promised Garden of Eden.
Sweet words deceptive
My heart was broken
Sweet words deceptive
My heart was broken
But it was not love
He didn't love me,
No, he didn't love me.
He said I lighted his gloomy soul,
His gloomy soul with blazing star.
He said I gave him
Gave him some hopes
Filling his heart with
Sweet dreams and wishes.
First he was smiling
Then he shed tears
First he was smiling
Then he shed tears
But it was not love
He didn't love me.
No, he didn't love me.
He promised dreamland, he promised passion
Happiness, fortune, blue stars to my heart.
He swore so tender make life delightful
With love forever in seventh heaven.
Sweet words deceptive, my heart was broken,
Sweet words deceptive, my heart was broken.
But it was not love,
He didn't love me.
No, he didn't love me.
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Who's Got My Back?
Run...hide
All that was sacred to us
Sacred to us
See the signs
The covenant has been broken
By mankind
Leaving us with no shoulder...with no shoulder
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
Who's got my back now?
When all we have left is deceptive
So disconnected
So what is the truth now?
There's still time
All that has been devastated
Can be recreated
Realize
We pick up the broken pieces
Of our lives
Giving ourselves to each other...ourselves to each other
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
To rest our head on
Who's got my back now?
When all we have left is deceptive
So disconnected
So what is the truth now?
Tell me the truth now...Tell us the truth now
Who's got my back now?
When all we have left is deceptive
So disconnected
So what is the truth now?
song performed by by Creed from Weathered
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Jokes are better than war. Even the most aggressive jokes are better than the least aggressive wars. Even the longest jokes are better than the shortest wars.
quote by George Mikes
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The Master of Intrigue
As you take a look around, souls all over the earth abound.
However, one day soon many of these souls will not be found.
First it will be all of the true believers in Christ one day,
They will hear The Lord's Trumpet and be snatched away.
Then the Master of Intrigue will attempt to explain away,
What happened to millions and millions of people that day.
Many, who were left behind, as they chose to despise The Light,
Will believe this man's deceptive folly, to Satan's sheer delight.
Seven years after this awesome and truly mysterious event,
Half of those who remain will be taken in God’s Judgment.
God’s Judgment will not be apparent at all, but totally ignored,
As people will believe that through a man peace has been restored.
Unfortunately this man who is doomed to God’s Eternal Destruction,
Will also lead others astray, through his deceptive cultic seduction.
His end will come after Satan, who filled him, gives him the nod,
And he goes to the Jewish Temple, and proclaims himself to be God.
He's finally destroyed at The Lord's return in Power and Glory,
And that my friend, will be the end of Antichrist’s deceptive story.
But you my dear friend still have time to make the decision,
If you would like to accept God's Glorious, Eternal Provision.
(Copyright © 07/2002)
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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Menon
Of pleasant days gone behind,
I am 40 years old and i am glad to be married;
So be submissive to me to receive my muse of love,
And like the chocolate factory in your land.
Hot chocolate!
Chocolate love;
What is sweeter in the blues is all with an aroma!
And, i have the Cocoa Pods ready for you.
Meon is my name and i am eating an ice-cream from an Island! !
So be very submissive enough to meet my blossomed flowers;
For my love is now in the eating.
Offer me peace and i will feed you with my love,
For you are my beautiful lily;
And, i am the ripen apple among the fruits of love!
However, with treasures hidden in this field.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Talent Of Love
To be very kind, considerate and attractive!
Like the crown of my love on you to be my lover;
This letter is to enrich your soul.
To be very kind, considerate and attractive!
This poem is to tell you how much i do care;
Like the emotions of my past in the wilderness.
Bounded is the sweet smell of your love,
And i am still the only one you need on this love;
Like the Great Himalayan Rahae to the tip of Africa!
Life is like that and i still love you,
So do wipe away your tears for i do care for you;
Like life in Astrakhan, Yogyakarta, Helsinki or Edinburgh.
I am still the one to share your tender love with,
So come and let me show you how real love does feel like;
Because, your love and your nakedness are all over me.
You are like the sweet apple never tasted before,
You are still the very attractive love along the line;
So come and let me show you the way with,
The talent of love so sweet to experience.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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If You Beat Your Dog
If you beat your dog what does this say of you
That to love and compassion you cannot be true
I pity your children and I pity your wife
With you they must have the most miserable life
Your dog is the most aggressive dog on the street
The reason he is this way is that him you mistreat
Each time I pass your locked front yard gate he growls and bares his teeth
Could he escape from the yard him I'd not wish to meet
Those who beat their dog can also beat their wife, daughter and son
For cruelty does not have borders when all is said and done
Your dog does not greet you home from work at the gate
He does not respect you as his master or mate
The fear he has of you in aggression to others he does show
The sort of person you are through your aggressive dog I have come to know.
poem by Francis Duggan
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When Storms Inundate Our Lives
stay spirit focused
happy and beautiful
family and friends
are our lifeblood links
to our humility and humanity
stay heart vision source focused
happy kind considerate beautiful
family friends colleagues mates
are prime society lifeblood links
to our humility and humanity
we exist as union interactive
supportive individuals unified
giving love creativity nobility
freely or we live in selective
isolated illusions believing material
wealth objects are more important
than spirituality our unique beautified
soul potential money wealth health
are deceptive security prosperity
if when adversity strikes our lives
community country we will overcome
together as hope prayer practical
effort combines into contributing
community effort together many
hands hearts may stand strong
when storms inundate our lives
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Whose World Is This Lived?
Leechers creepin'
While folks sleepin'
As people on the sidelines,
Pretending it's okay...
To follow others on a path,
To become submissive and obey!
Leechers creepin'
While folks sleepin'
Criminal intent.
With intentions that are meant.
To dupe and dopify,
With bogus alibis!
But...
Whose world is this lived?
Who takes and who gives.
Whose rights are denied?
And why do some try to hide their cries?
Leechers creepin'
While folks sleepin'
As people on the sidelines,
Pretending it's okay...
To follow others on a path,
To become submissive and obey!
But...
Whose world is this lived?
Who takes and who gives.
Whose rights are denied?
And why do many,
Cry at night!
Leechers creepin'
While folks sleepin'
As people on the sidelines,
Pretending it's okay...
To follow others on a path,
To become submissive and obey!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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