Pestilence Hortative
Dirty deck was always
stacked against one.
Even losing haggard moral
unesteemed victory was won.
Worthless heartless soulless being
out strives ostracized otiose bum.
Upward struggling parrying patchily
life’s jagged razor-race edge is run.
Marked deck was always unethical
stacked against honourable singular one.
Man race erasing earth code moral
unbalanced industrial victory patchily won.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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One Card Short
(first verse)
Life's just a game
We all wanna win
Keep your hand a secrets
Unleash the monsters within
Sometimes it's over
Before it's even begun
If someone else get hurt
Then what have you really won
(chorus)
I'm always one card short
Always one day late
For once I'd like an ending
I can celebrate
Stacked the deck myself, so there's no one else to blame
I need just one more move
One final chance to prove...
I can win this game
(second verse)
Life's just a duel
That's how the world is made
But are we all players
Or are we being played
(chorus)
I'm always one card short
Always one day late
For once I'd like an ending
I can celebrate
Stacked the deck myself, so there's no one else to blame
I need one more move
One final chance to prove...
I can win this game
(third verse)
Is what happens next in your control
Are you doing what you want, or what you've been told
Do you choose the cards from your own hands
Or are we all just puppets in a master plan
One more move
(chorus)
One card short
One day late
Give me something
Something to celebrate
Stacked the deck myself, so there's no one else to blame
One more move, I'm gonna win this game
I'm gonna win this game
I'm gonna win this game
One more move, I'll win this game
Everybody celebratesecond verse
song performed by by Yu-Gi-Oh
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Enjoy this inevitable run of life
Life is just a run
Not a race
As in a race
We compete with others
And the quicker we run
We reach the destination
Ahead of others
And get declared a winner
Life is just a ran
Not a race
As in life
We have only one track
Drawn exclusively for us
And we only and alone run it
No one else is running this track
And nothing like
Winning or losing
It is only living
Life is just a run
Not a race
We reach our destination
With a speed
That is determined by our skills
And with an ease
That is determined by our attitude
While speed is no matter
As we do not compete with others
Ease varies with our attitudes
Life is just a run
Not a race
As the track you run is
Exclusively laid for you
And know, you run it alone
Till you reach the dead end
There is no victory stand
There is no spectator
There is no medal
There is no honour
You are the spectator
You honour yourself
You clap and celebrate your victory
All alone and in silence
Life is just a run
Not a race
More than anything else
With how much you ease
You ran it
Will be remembered
So finetune your attitude
To life, people around
And the environment you are in
To enjoy this inevitable run of life
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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On Foreign Shores
An erasing to escape the past eight years,
Can not be done.
And the accusations from those stunned,
By that which has happened...
Has them choosing to ignore it.
Although in silence they abhor,
The atrociousness.
Lost in divisions.
Masked in indecision.
And pretensed!
Like a deck of cards that have been marked...
They now feel past distractions,
Have been stacked against them.
And no ego boost...
Can reduce their fears.
Used and disgraced in places they frequent.
Finding themselves in dark corners to hide.
Disgust and shame they wish to deny.
But the agonies they carry...
Can not from them slip and slide away.
Betrayed,
And led down the dead end road of sorrow.
To claim those they 'should' blame for this...
Are terrorists who fight amongst themselves,
On foreign shores!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Race Already Won
We’re in a race already won, in the race we daily run,
It is the race we call life, won for us by Jesus Christ,
A race we run so many ways, living out all our days,
Racing upon this earth, for a crown of Eternal worth.
As we run for that prize, in this race, we fix our eyes,
On The Author of our faith, guiding us by His Grace,
For as we live this daily life, we run into undue strife,
Difficulties along our way, we go through every day.
We remember as we run, that the race has been won,
For this Truth we receive, when, in Christ, we believe,
Our Lord, in Who we trust, won this race for all of us,
When He finished at Calvary, providing to us Victory.
So when we run into a test, in our Lord, we shall rest,
As we are in God’s Hand, when we don’t understand,
So in the midst of the race, we simply seek His face,
Then He gives to us peace, as we run doesn’t cease.
Anyone today can choose, this race, they can’t lose,
The race that’s been won, by Jesus, God’s own Son,
And to Him alone we raise, as a victor, eternal praise,
As we gain Eternal Life, in this race with Jesus Christ.
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You cannot have Liberty in this world without what you call Moral Virtue, and you cannot have Moral Virtue without the slavery of that half of the human race who hate what you call Moral Virtue.
quote by William Blake
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Malthusian - Acrostic
Man man must conquer, trust that Time
At last last laugh will have, fast see
Life – Mr.’s Mrs.’ Ms...tery –
Turn to worm, return not: - crime?
Here hear a moral dressed in rhyme:
Unless we learn, earn modesty,
Some sum of all we’ve come to be
In bed-rock locked will, stocked in rime,
Await a race who race with light
Near Earth’s girth, - berth? – they won’t alight!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Victory was not mine
The victory was yours.
And it still is victory belongs to you.
Victory was not mine.
You hurt me you hurt me.
You've scared me.
And yet the victory is yours.
You still continue to beat me.
You torture me every day.
Even though you raped me.
You still win.
And the victory is yours.
Its not fair you have the victory.
When you are evil personalised.
You are the peice of scum
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The Lesson From The Horse Race
There's no such thing as gallant loser and there's no glory in defeat
And coming first is all that matter and victory is always sweet
For the winning horse and jockey there's a mighty hip hooray
And the jockey he is smiling victory has made his day.
The stable lad leads in his winner he has never known such joy
And the owner pats his race horse as if to say well done me boy
And there's applause for the winning trainer from the large onlooking crowd
And the horse is centre of attention and those who backed him clapping loud.
Near by stands the beaten favourite held there by his stable lad
And with no trace of the horse's owner and the trainer looking sad
In a thrilling photo finish beaten into second place
But he get little recognition for running such a splendid race.
Human life is like the horse race at winning post you've got to lead
Losers are quickly forgotten and to be loved you must succeed
You must strive hard for your glory and if you fail in your vital test
You too will be quick forgotten as winners are remembered best
And there's a lesson from the horse race and it read plain for all to see
If you live for admiration go for outright victory
And you will be the main attraction and all the applause will be for you
And like the poor defeated race horse there will be none for number two.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Little By Little
(buddy kaye / bea verdi)
Little by little by little by little by little
Little by little by little by little by little
Youre messing up my life
Tearing me apart
Breaking up my world
And Im giving up my heart
Little by little by little by little
Im losing all my pride
Its really getting bad
Hurting deep inside
Is a-making me go mad, ooh
Little by little by little by little
Little by little
Bit by bit
Im going crazy and youre causing it
Little by little
Bit by bit
I should stop caring
But my love wont quit
Little by little by little by little by little, yeah
Little by little by little by little by little, all right
I dont know where to turn
Dont know what to do
Im walking on thin ice
And it seems Im falling through, ooh
Little by little by little by little
Little by little
Bit by bit
Im going crazy and youre causing it
Little by little
Bit by bit
I should stop caring
But my love wont quit
Im the queen of fools
Know the deck is stacked
On a losing streak
But Im a-gonna get you back
Little by little by little by little
(little by little by little by little by little)
Yeah, little by little
(little by little by little by little by little)
Ah, ah, ah, little by little
(little by little by little by little by little)
Little by little, mmm
(little by little by little by little by...)
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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This Train Revised
Its a fish white belly
A lump in the throat
Razor on the wire
Skin and bone
Piss and blood
In a railroad car
100 people
Gypsies queers
And davids star
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory
This train
Measure the bones
Count the face
Pull out the teeth
Do you belong
To the human race
Doctor doctor
Are you unkind
Do you shock the monkeys
Cover our eyes
With clear blue skies
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory now
This train
Here is a dancer
Who has no legs
Here is a teacher
Who has no face
Here is a healer
Who has no hands
Here is a runner
Who has no feet
Here is a thinker
Who has no head
Here is a builder
Who has no back
Here is a writer
Who has no voice
These are the questions
These are the answers
Stacked like wood
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory now
This train
This train is bound for glory
This train gonna carry my mother
This train is bound for glory
This train gonna carry my father
This train is bound for glory now
This train gonna carry my sister
This train
This train gonna carry my brother
(here is a teacher)
[stacked like wood]
This train gonna carry my sister
(here is a healer)
[stacked like wood]
This train gonna carry my brother
(this is a builder)
This train gonna carry my sister
[gypsies queers and davids star]
This train is
This train is bound for glory
These are the questions
Stacked like wood
These are the answers
Here is potential gone for good
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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The unions claim the deck is stacked against them when it comes to labor laws, but the truth is many private and public sector workers are forced to pay union dues as a condition of their employment, yet they have little say in how the unions spend their money.
quote by Linda Chavez
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My Success Story
Stepping out from the tunnel of champion,
Where my soul and victory have been bonded as a union.
Climbing higher than mountains,
And for sure my victory is certain.
Fought many battles harder,
And came through even stronger.
I race across every finish line,
And makes the top stories and headlines.
I can hear the cheering crowd,
And the screaming of my name aloud.
Roll out the drums,
And blow the trumpet across cities and kingdoms.
For earth has begot α hero,
A hero of class and defined ego.
Even when i don't get much love from my haters,
The taste of victory grows even much sweeter.
Victory at last in the end,
With so much foes and no friend.
The joy victory kept me going,
And the zeal of winning kept me moving.
Created with the power of an immortal,
That makes every conspiracy futile.
Inbuilt with the soul of a human,
That's why am a super human.
Now standing at the pinnacle of greatness,
After working through the road of success.
Hearing my name all over the corners of the earth,
Gives me immeasurable joy i never once felt.
Each time i crumble or stumble,
It makes me even more humble.
For winning is the aim,
And victory is my name.
Finally am a success story,
To God be the glory.
No matter the amount of hate i get,
The more victorious i get.
The more they think i will fail,
The more i make them look pale.
Even when my chances grows thinner,
It really doesn't matter because in the end am a winner.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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Victory
Victory never comes from power over others
Real victory only comes from victory over self
Nothings gained from fighting your brothers’
For victory can’t be purchased “Off the shelf”
poem by Ray Lucero
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Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival.
quote by Winston Churchill
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The Human Race (feat. Vern Gosdin)
we've flown to the moon but have we missed the boat along the way?
we reached for the stars but are we that far removed from the cave?
we've got radios and codaphones, computers
we found satellites in space
now everybody's talking
so tell me why we can't communicate
are we losing the human race?
do we ever really learn from our mistakes?
who's ahead, who's behind?
will there be a finish line?
are we losing the human race?
nations are starving while we pay our farmers not to grow their grain
fossil fuel is going up in smoke and coming down in acid rain
the more that we progress it seems
the farther we keep slipping down that drain
its a no-win situation
so tell me why we have to play the game
are we losing the human race?
do we ever really learn from our mistakes?
who's ahead, who's behind?
will there be a finish line?
are we losing the human race?
who's ahead, who's behind?
will there be a finish line?
are we losing the human race?
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Race Of Veterans
RACE of veterans! Race of victors!
Race of the soil, ready for conflict! race of the conquering march!
(No more credulity's race, abiding-temper'd race;)
Race henceforth owning no law but the law of itself;
Race of passion and the storm.
poem by Walt Whitman
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The ones I pity are the ones who never stick out their neck for something they believe, never know the taste of moral struggle, and never have the thrill of victory.
quote by Jonathan Kozol
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You ask, What is our policy? I will say; "It is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give us: to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark lamentable catalogue of human crime. That is our policy." You ask, What is our aim? I can answer with one word: Victory - victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival.
quote by Winston Churchill
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Crime Of The Century
I was into bein' out on my own
I could take love or leave it alone
That's how you get when you're hurt to the bone
One too many times
I had this heart of mine locked away
I kept my guard up night an' day
I had enough of the games they play Out there on the line...
It was the crime of the century
You played Robin Hood an' rescued me
Ali Baba an' the Forty Thieves
Ain't got nothin' on you
You came on like Jesse James
You stole my heart like you were robbin' trains
I'm gonna lock you up for life with me
It was the crime of the century
You stacked the deck
song performed by by Shania Twain from Shania Twain
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Awareness Notes... (Part Two)
it's not the bullet that killed
the man... bullets by themselves
are harmless. it is the intent
of the man that loads the gun,
that points the barrel, and pulls
the trigger.
it is also the inactions of the
people who knew his anger, and of
the system that allowed him the gun.
the apathy of those who didnt get
involved, and the moral code that
fed his anger
but taking the gun away doesnt solve
the problem. an angry man will pick up
a stick, or a knife, or even rocks,
to act out his anger.
to disarm the angry you have to remove
their anger, and that begins with getting
to the cause. the cause must be met, and
dealt with.
you must repace the 'moral code' of retribution
with the code of compassionate forgiveness.
human justice begins and ends in the heart.
you have to get involved!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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