The untrodden path is choked by the weeds of tradition. Be not afraid to cut through.
Hyman Rickover in The Rickover Effect
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XCVI: Fear
I don’t afraid of being old, I’m only afraid of being weak
I don’t afraid of being ugly, I’m only afraid of being useless
I don’t afraid of being nameless, I’m only afraid of being not loved
I don’t afraid of being lost, I’m only afraid of being blind
I don’t afraid of being dumb, I’m only afraid of being hopeless
I don’t afraid of being poor, I’m only afraid of being ungrateful
I don’t afraid of being loser, I’m only afraid of being coward
I don’t afraid of being bound, I’m only afraid of being fake
I don’t afraid of being wrong, I’m only afraid of being oblivious
I don’t afraid of being suffered, I’m only afraid of being surrender
I don’t afraid of being alone, I’m only afraid of being bored
I don't afraid of being loss, I'm only afraid of being lied
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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When they talk about family values, it's in a repressive way, as if our American tradition were only the Puritan tradition or the 19th century oppressive tradition. The Christian tradition.
quote by James Hillman
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The corn is not choked by the weeds but by the negligence of the farmer.
The Garden
CHOKED with ill weeds my garden lay a-dying,
Hard was the ground, no bud had heart to blow,
Yet shone your smile there, with your soft breath sighing:
'Have patience, for some day the flowers will grow.'
Some weeds you killed, you made a plot and tilled it;
'My plot,' you said, 'rich harvest yet shall give,'
With sun-warmed seeds of hope your dear hands filled it,
With rain-soft tears of pity bade them live.
So, weak among the weeds that had withstood you,
One little pure white flower grew by-and-by;
You could not pluck my flower--alas! how should you?
You sowed the seed, but let the blossom die.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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A Realization....
i am never afraid of
the deep
even as a young child
Papa already
taught me how to swim
and to dive
for shells
what i am afraid of
which i later realized in my
mid-age is
that i am simply living in the
shallowness of my
own waters
i do not sink
i am not drowned
but
i feel like i am
choked and
dying....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Fear Of Being Followed...
i am afraid that my words have become your fetters,
so i stop talking
but the more i keep the silence within the frame
like a painting
the more i feel the brokenness of
my face
i touch each portion with the fingers
only to feel the roughness of
my soul
i am afraid i am clearing a path for you to follow me
you think it is a right direction and you write my name in your notebook
i am paranoia
look, there is no path, this is not the path, this path is
merely an attempt
to find my world, not yours,
i am afraid that i may be responsible for another loss,
and so i quit
i still have other places to go
each step i erase like a scribbling of a chalk on the board
there is no scent in my
vowels, no color in my consonants
look, look inside your throat
there is something red there like a sunset
there is no shadow of a tree
in fact, there is nothing there
to fill the thirst
and the hunger
i leave you now,
and for sure, i assure you, you will be happier
without me
if you follow me still,
the rope shall win.....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How Green
How green is your valley
How lush is your path to your garden of love
Is it overshadowed by the cross of persecution
How green is your memory
Is it poverty and ruin choked with weeds of despair
Is it blossoms of peace and pleasures
Beyond which there is none to compare
How green is your table
Is it filled with delights of wicked consumption
Is it dangled on meat from the hook in your lair
From that insidious malicious sinister dare
Money
How green
How green
How green
How green is your tomorrow
How green is your eternity
How green
Or is it black and white
poem by Gary Revel
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Quintessence
you should have known
this
quintessence
man is
always
a traveler
the journey
is this
untrodden
path of
dignified
solitude
this loneliness that
justifies
itself with
the sweetest of
all pains
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Flowers Of Tomorrow
Forget unkind words and deeds
For life is a ground of weeds
Where you have to sow the seeds
Of happiness to get rid of weeds
With the weeds of pain and sorrow
And hope for the flowers for tomorrow
That will bloom evenin narrow
Path of joy to bring you tomorrow
A bright tomorrow where will shine
The sun of joy all for mine
That will spread the joy of wine
To bring joy to thee and mine.
Seema Chowdhury
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Fear Of Dying
I'm not afraid of standing still
I'm just afraid of being bored
I'm not afraid of speaking my mind
I'm just afraid of being ignored
I'm not afraid of feeling
and I'm not afraid of trying
I'm just afraid of losing
And I am afraid of dying
Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too
Without you yes I do
Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too
Without you yes I...
I'm not afraid of being sick
I'm more afraid of being well
I'm not afraid
Put the gun in my hand
I'm just afraid it will hurt like (hurt like) hell
I'm not afraid of screaming
and I'm not afraid of crying
I'm just afraid of forgetting
And I am afraid of dying
Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too
Without you yes I do
Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too
Without you yes I...
Fear of
Fear of
Fear of
Fear of
I'm not afraid of looking ugly
I couldn't care what they say
I'm not afraid of happy endings
I'm just afraid my life won't work that way
I'm not afraid of forgiveness
I absolve you everything
I'm not afraid of lying...
But I am afraid of dying
Without you yes I do and I hope that you do too
Without you yes I do
Without you all I do is sit and think about you
Without you yes I...
song performed by by Jack Off Jill from Clear Hearts Grey Flowers
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Song
And when our streets are green again
When metalled roads are green
And girls walk barefoot through the weeds
Of Regent Street, Saint Martin's Lane
And children hide in factories
Where burdock blooms and vetch and rust,
And elms and oaks and chestnut trees
Are tall again and hope is lost
When up the Strand the foxes glide
And hedgehogs sniff and wildcats yell
And golden orioles come back
To flash through Barnes and Clerkenwell
When governments and industries
Lie choked by weeds in fertile rain
For sure the few who stay alive
Will laugh and grow to love again
poem by John Mcgrath
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Perhaps He Can Tell Us What He Knows
If one continues to remove obstacles,
Off of one's path.
And a journey one has taken has had,
Nothing but obstructions along the way.
To make it easier for others to follow.
One day someone will ask,
To have a curiosity finally revealed.
'This path we have taken,
Seems to have been cleared...
Prior to us getting here.
Who planted the trees and flowers,
Along this path and paved it?
How can we rightfully call ourselves pioneers,
When someone else obviously...
Had to have been here before we came.'
~That's a very good question.
Let us wait until others awaken to notice.
But for now we will take the credit.
There appears to be an elderly man up ahead,
Picking weeds.
Perhaps he can tell us what he knows.
And then we can document that with re-writes.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Afraid?
Too many people are afraid to speak.
Is it because they're too damned weak?
Afraid to stand out
afraid to shout
or just plain afraid and meek?
Too many people are afraid to yell.
Is it because they're afraid of hell?
Afraid of the crowd,
afraid to be loud
or just plain afraid of death's knell?
Too many people are afraid to hear.
Is it because of what they fear?
Afraid of the unknown,
afraid to be shown
or just plain afraid of what isn't clear?
Fear, fear
It is always here.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sympathetic Character
I was afraid you'd hit me if i'd spoken up I was
afraid of your physical strength I was afraid
you'd hit below the belt I was afraid of your
sucker punch I was afraid of you reducing me
I was afraid of your alocohol breath I was afraid
of your complete disregard for me I was afraid
of your temper I was afraid of handles being
flown off of I was afraid of holes being punched
into walls I was afraid of your testosterone
I have as much rage as you have
I have as much pain as you do
I've lived as much hell as you have
and i've kept mine bubbling under for you
you were my best friend
you were my lover
you were my mentor
you were my brother
you were my partner
you were my teacher
you were my very own sympathetic character
I was afraid of verbal daggers I was afraid of the
calm before the storm I was afraid for my own
bones I was afraid of your seduction I was afraid
of your coersion I was afraid of your rejection
I was afraid of your intimidation I was afraid of
your punishment I was afraid of your icy silences
I was afraid of your volume I was afraid of your
manipulation I was afraid of your explosions
I have as much rage as you have
I have as much pain as you do
I've lived as much hell as you have
and i've kept mine bubbling under for you
[chorus]
you were my keeper
you were my anchor
you were my family
you were my saviour
and therein lay the issue
and therein lay the problem
song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Supposed Former Infatuation Junkie
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God
Written by ugly kid joe
God, please push me in the right direction
God, Im hoping that youll understand
God, Im trying to make amends now
God, Im asking for your guiding hand
Everybodys got the wrong opinion
Everybody says whats on their mind
Everybodys got the wrong tradition
Everybody pray to the man
God, Im reading in your holy books now
God, Im singing and Im not afraid
God, Im looking for the only way out now
God, Im hoping that I can be saved
Everybodys got the wrong religion
You wont say whats on your mind
Some wont hear why others listen
Everybody pray to the man
Why dont you ever answer questions
Now my faith is slipping away
Im looking in a different direction
Believing is the only way
Everybodys got their own tradition
(everybodys got the wrong religion)
Everybodys got their own salvation
(everybodys got the wrong submission)
Everybodys got their own religion
(everybodys got the wrong tradition)
Everybody pray to the man
song performed by by Ugly Kid Joe
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On That Path
I'm on that path,
So was my mother,
I'm on that path,
Just like my brother.
I'm on that path,
I didn't know my father,
I'm on that path,
And i am the master.
I'm on that path,
upon the good, straying from evil.
I'm on that path-
There is no cheating.
I'm on that path,
God knows i need him.
I'm on that path,
and i hope i'm never leaving ;)
the HEARTbraker
poem by Madina Morr
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At every crossroads on the path that leads to the future, tradition has placed 10,000 men to guard the past.
quote by Maurice Maeterlinck
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I'm Afraid
I had suffered to have you
I has risk my life to find you
I am not afraid of death
I am not afraid to fight
I'm afraid of losing you '
I'm afraid of saying goodbye
I'm afraid of dying alone
Baby i'm afraid
poem by Guenael Oristel
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The epic poet has behind him a tradition of matter and a tradition of style; and that is what every other poet has behind him too; only, for the epic poet, tradition is rather narrower, rather more strictly compelling.
quote by Lascelles Abercrombie
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Mother-child rotation
Tradition breeds revolution
Revolution grows to tradition.
Tradition breeds revolution again.
They are like mother child rotation.
29.10.2007.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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