Above all, do not lie to yourself. A man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point where he does not discern any truth either in himself or anywhere around him, and thus falls into disrespect towards himself and others. Not respecting anyone, he ceases to love, and having no love, he gives himself up to passions and coarse pleasures, in order to occupy and amuse himself, and in his vices reaches complete bestiality, and it all comes from lying continually to others and to himself. A man who lies to himself is often the first to take offense. It sometimes feels very good to take offense, doesn’t it? And surely he knows that no one has offended him, and that he himself has invented the offense and told lies just for the beauty of it, that he has exaggerated for the sake of effect, that he has picked on a word and made a mountain out of a pea — he knows all of that, and still he is the first to take offense, he likes feeling offended, it gives him great pleasure, and thus he reaches the point of real hostility…
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Bobby Knight told me this: 'There is nothing that a good defense cannot beat a better offense.' In other words a good offense wins.
quote by Dan Quayle
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If it is a first offense, you ground them and have a talk. The second offense would call for counseling.
quote by Alan Thicke
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Lies have become the truth!
Not easy to cheat someone,
When we try to hide the fun of an offense,
We have to be careful and alert always,
Our actions should be monitored and concealed,
From the scrutinizing eyes of the loved ones,
Or the friends or the authorities,
The same lies have to be remembered,
Must memorize the lies to repeat,
At no point can afford to make a mistake,
What a frightful and tiring life it is,
When we try to cheat and lie, wearing the masks,
Eyes can't be met. as Something pricks,
Words are hard to come, as our tongue twists,
Hearts start to race fast, sometimes sweat,
Lying is not an easy task, when the burden felt,
life of lies worth or not, it seems to benefit,
those who have the desire to taste the fruits,
acquire and keep those as heavenly secrets,
deep in the silence and rot as not refrigerated,
life of lies is not easy to live, must act,
immaculate to the eyes of those suspicious,
once secured the trust and confidence of the innocents,
life of lies is great and lies will become the 'truth'.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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He who offended forgets, but he who suffered from the offense does not.
The Prisoner
Convicted I am now of an offense called 'Love'
The prison I am in is but a broken heart
The penance I must serve is to forever weep
With the aid of this poem, I am trying to escape
I clearly remember the offense that I had
I attempted to steal another woman's love
A love not half as much as that for you I feel
A love I never thought, would end my every dream
To reenter your heart, truly I did repent
With the hope that once more, your love I will regain
Sorrow was unto me, when I knew in the end
That the door of your heart for me is tightly sealed
And instead here's what happened you have imposed on me
A penalty much more than death, I've to serve painfully
The plaintiff were your lips, the jury is your mind
And your heart is the judge who tries me and decides
I'm appealing to you now in the court of love
The offense I admit, a plea of guilt I lodge
The decision I beg is a sentence of life
And that my prison be none but your loving heart
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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Whenever anyone has offended me, I try to raise my soul so high that the offense cannot reach it.
quote by Rene Descartes
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The type of athletes we draft still need types of versatility on the defense side of the ball, run the offense. You should still be concerned on the offense side of the ball.
quote by Isaiah Thomas
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Sinking From the Weight
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime,
To defy fighting against...
Your own kind?
With selected ones chosen,
To occupy our minds.
For purposes to protect.
Their interests kept.
Even though we who are selected...
To do these deeds,
By those in sheltered discreet...
We remain despised,
By those who disrespect.
And fed from birth,
To know when to cheat...
Spy, lie and use alibis.
Is it an offense,
To not follow rules...
That make no sense.
As we must listen to 'authorities'
Who attempt to convince.
If a certain status given,
Is that of a minority....
Concerns of the majority,
Is a worthless expense.
And given less attention.
Is any seriousness mention.
Since no rights have been given,
A worthiness to drive 'unimportant' lives.
You may ride as a passenger...
But not permitted,
To make decisions from front seats.
And to speak,
Only when spoken to!
With a preferred silence.
To make what is done...
Even sweeter to complete.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime.
To defy fighting against,
Your own kind?
Or abandon ship,
Sinking from the weight...
Of evidence there is ignorance.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In One Of My Poems
in one of my poems that i wrote last night
i started well you say, something great at the start
and the way i ended it, you say, was bad,
nothing but a cliche
about the shallow minds of people around me
(and of course, if i may be allowed to tell you,
must have offended you,
precisely, you were around me during that night
when i made a very bad ending
on that poem which started just right
on the first two stanzas) ,
but no offense was meant, the poem was written
with malice towards none,
it just had to end that way,
there was no more
electricity
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Telling Lies
You tell your lies unto your daughters
You told those lies unto their fathers
You tell them lies, in such a disguise
So later in years them you could deny.
You tell your lies unto your friends
You told those lies to all your men
You make up an excuse, just to confuse
So no one knows what you put them through.
You tell your lies unto your teacher
You told your lies unto your preacher
You then shed a tear, so with pity they'd hear
And also when no one else is ever near.
You tell your lies to any caller
You told your lies unto your lawyer
You say any word, though may be absurd
Even though from someone else you heard.
You tell your lies in your prayer
You told those lies to the choir
But you still will be blamed, for all the pain
As sadly you and your lying will remain.
You will tell your lies each and everyday
You will tell those lies when you get old and gray
Sadly you will tell them till, your heart beats still
But then hearing those lies no one else ever will.
You will tell your lies when you meet GOD
You will tell those lies with a pitiful nod
You will beg him again, that you did no sin
But GOD will know where you have been.
You will tell your lies when you meet the Devil
You will tell those lies as as you are at the same level
But at you he will grin, as he knows all your sin
As with you all those times he too has been.
Your daughters will sin and tell their lies
As to anyone that will listen they will also cry
As you taught them not the truth, but only how to use
So also their destiny from lies they did choose.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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If It Made Sense
If it made sense,
It would not be worthy to mention.
The necessity to achieve it,
Would be instilled as a natural acceptance.
Only that which others find uncommon,
Is where those decisions to be offended begins.
With a witnessing of those taking offense,
Not for them being cost effective.
But it is the making of sense,
Many find not to be so common to obtain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Another Pretentious Move Kept to Deny Truth
I am not one against higher education.
I am one who takes offense against those...
Getting high while being educated.
This is not a recent phenomenon.
This is one of those situations,
Swept under the rug...
In another pretentious move kept to deny truth.
And today,
Teachers AND school administrators feel...
It is their duty to lie about achievements students make.
While those who desired to improve with noticeable,
And successful changes...
Were deemed our methods and approaches unacceptable.
Well...
Do you highbrows feel me now?
I am not one against higher education.
I am one who takes offense against those...
Getting high while being educated.
And those who teach with beliefs that's what that do,
While medicating themselves on maintaining their pretensions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out Of Control
No offense!
But defense mechanisms,
Have yet to be invented.
When stupid people,
Exhibit an excessive stupidity...
Consistent with ignorance,
That numbs the common sense...
Of anyone holding onto beliefs,
There is not an epidemic...
That has arrived and secretly released.
CAUTION!
Something we can not see,
Affects us as we breathe toxins in the air.
Many are dismissing this,
As if this is a fashion statement.
Something on the scene that attracts all human beings.
With no reprieve!
Like infectious laughter.
Quit!
And examine this for what it is.
A passing fad this isn't.
This...
Is becoming accepted behavior.
This...
Has potential to craze and manipulate.
This...
Is madness personified.
This...
Is more threatening,
Than identified terrorists...
Said to be at our doorsteps.
Operating from distant shores...
To impose themselves upon our interests.
This...
Is a reflection,
Of what has been tolerated.
This...
Is not a passing sickness.
With a cure to be announced...
Between sexual aids marketed on TV.
This...
Is a disease that is spreading.
And out,
Of control...
It is!
No offense!
But defense mechanisms,
Have yet to be invented.
Stupidity it is!
And out,
Of control.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Close By But In Disguise
Have you ever been admonished,
By what some say?
Have you ever been astonished,
By what you believed would go away?
Did you ever take offense,
By criticisms meant...
Just to see you get a 'rise',
By adversity close by.
But in disguise...
Hiding.
Have you ever been incensed,
By directed wickedness?
Have you ever tried to vent...
But received discouragement.
Did you ever stop to think,
You drive yourself to the brink...
By those who wish this seen.
Did you ever take offense,
By criticisms meant...
Just to see you get a 'rise',
By adversity close by.
But in disguise...
Hiding.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Course Im Lying
Her name was julie
When she took me on a ride in her old chevrolet
Straight into a dusty sundown
I knew she was gonna make up one of her stories
And then she couldnt believe that I told her
How much I love her lies and how much I love her games
Riding on the highway
Youre going much too far
Youre lying so much better
When you drive a car
Youre lying til the sundown
So look into my face
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying
I love your games
I love your lies
I love your games
Look in my eyes
Dont believe Im worried
When youre playing all these games
I love your lies just hold me tight
I got no one to blame
Youre lying, Im buying
Im buying every word
I love your lies
I love your games
Take me to the ballroom
Were dancing through the night
Im in your arms, I love your lies
They make me feel so light
Youre lying to your shadow
So look into my face
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying
Julie stopped her car
The sun had gone and left one of these dark red skies
She looked in my eyes and with a smile in her face she said
Of course Im lying.
But I think I love you.
Take me on the highway
Youre going much too far
Youre lying even better
When you drive a car
Youre lying til the sundown
So look into my face
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying
I love your games
I love your lies
I love your games
Look in my eyes
Take me in your arms and hold me tight just for tonight
I need no drugs I love your lies
You hide me from the night
Youre lying, Im buying
Im buying every word
I love your lies
I love your games
song performed by by Yello
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Of Course Im Lying
Her name was julie
When she took me on a ride in her old chevrolet
Straight into a dusty sundown
I knew she was gonna make up one of her stories
And then she couldnt believe that I told her
How much I love her lies and how much I love her games
Riding on the highway
Youre going much too far
Youre lying so much better
When you drive a car
Youre lying til the sundown
So look into my face
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying
I love your games
I love your lies
I love your games
Look in my eyes
Dont believe Im worried
When youre playing all these games
I love your lies just hold me tight
I got no one to blame
Youre lying, Im buying
Im buying every word
I love your lies
I love your games
Take me to the ballroom
Were dancing through the night
Im in your arms, I love your lies
They make me feel so light
Youre lying to your shadow
So look into my face
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying
Julie stopped her car
The sun had gone and left one of these dark red skies
She looked in my eyes and with a smile in her face she said
Of course Im lying.
But I think I love you.
Take me on the highway
Youre going much too far
Youre lying even better
When you drive a car
Youre lying til the sundown
So look into my face
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying (I love it)
Youre lying
I love your games
I love your lies
I love your games
Look in my eyes
Take me in your arms and hold me tight just for tonight
I need no drugs I love your lies
You hide me from the night
Youre lying, Im buying
Im buying every word
I love your lies
I love your games
song performed by by Yello
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What is exhilarating in bad taste is the aristocratic pleasure of giving offense.
quote by Charles Baudelaire
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With A Defying Against Any Of The Evidence
To do something done unconsciously to another...
And to have that act returned with a consciousness delivered,
As intended!
Says this as witnessed...
There is no sense made in a display of one's offense.
And yet offended people become,
When given exactly to them what they had initiated.
And done.
With one thing missing.
A lack of acknowledging their involvement.
And an applied selective memory,
That removes them from the scene of a crime committed.
A common hit and run done claimed by someone caught,
To have known nothing about what has happened.
With a defying against any of the evidence.
Pictures, fingerprints...
Food stains and crumbs on lips.
And the habit of their daily routine.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remaining Silent Is Not Love
Love is unafraid to speak
Love is bold
Love is Truth
Love perseveres
Love has no bounds
Love knows not fear
So love often is the voice that points out an offense
Love is often the voice that stands up and says 'NO! '
Love is the voice that battles injustice
Love is the voice you wish to turn off because the truth hurts
Often the very one we run from..is the one who loves us most
But love forgives
Love will take you back in
And when you know Love your heart will mend
And you will smile again
poem by James T. Adair
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The Mind Will Find Whatever It Wants
The mind will find whatever it wants,
To belabor.
The mind will choose to define,
Itself and what it defends.
That may or not be offense.
A mind confined,
Spends a lot of time.
In search to uncover its own comfort.
And even when that comfort comes to show,
A stubborn mind that it needs to grow.
That mind will always find,
A way that is done not to do it.
The mind will find whatever it wants,
To belabor.
The mind will choose to define,
Itself and what it defends.
That may or not be offense.
The mind will find whatever it wants.
Even if that is a haunting of itself,
To keep life a threatening existence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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