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I And Dentify
Love, Suffer, Patient, Kind
And never bow - jealousy
Earth, Selfish, No angry
No memory won't, separate my wicked ways
Reach for the sky, Don't let it get away
I & Identify - This is what love is.
Reach for the sky, Don't let it get away
I & Identify - This is what love is
Gentle, Purified, Stay true, Protection
Always trusting, Continue hoping,
Conquer, never fail
Reach for the sky, Don't let it get away
I & Identify - This is what love is.
Reach for the sky, Don't let it get away
I & Identify - This is what love is
This is what love is
This is what love is!
Reach for the sky, Don't let it get away
I & Identify - This is what love is.
Reach for the sky, Don't let it get away
I & Identify - This is what love is.
Reach for the sky, Don't let it get away
I & Identify - This is what love is.
This is what love is.
song performed by by P.O.D.
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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We Identify...
it is in silence
that we identify
sounds as other than noise!
it is in bondage
that we identify freedom
as more than a dream.
it is in lonliness
that we identify love
as both the path and the journey.
it is in anger
that we identify forgiveness
as the release.
it is in despair
that we identify hope
as one foot after the other.
it is in death
that we identify life
and give it meaning!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Identify
Your eyes, they send me
to eternity
your heart may cast me down,
to hell
again
But lately its your love,
its condemnation enough
Identify
Please Identify
If its me you want,
standing by your side
Identify
these tears of mine,
Am I lonely?or am I just alive?
And what is time, to say
Who and why the test of love,
your hands were speaking "no"
I felt the movement go
the ice was breaking,
so
I wondeer why
that I'd
identify with you
my life
Leave me empty and see if I survive
For every questioned hour,
For every second devoured
You let me wonder you
into a myth
that I
missed
Identify
Please indetify
if its me you want,
standing by your side
Identify
These tears of mine
Am I lonely? or am I just alive?
Am I lonely? or am I just alive
song performed by by Natalie Imbruglia
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I get a lot of mail from men who really identify with Stuart, you know, Sparrow's boyfriend. I love that. Even though I used to say I wanted men to read the strip even though there weren't any men in it, so they'd be forced to identify with the women.
quote by Alison Bechdel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I think that's what poetry does. It allows people to come together and identify with a common thing that is outside of themselves, but which they identify with from the interior.
quote by Diane Wakoski
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I identify with this guy's frustration and inability to control his fury at moments. I even identify with the way that this guy covers up a lot with humour. So yeah, it's interesting.
quote by Bradley Whitford
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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To know by cast is not evil
The post you hold,
The background you possess,
And the past you earn,
You are proud
To identify yourself with.
What harm will you incur
If you identify with
The high caste that you are?
24.01.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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People identify with me - everyone does - African American women, Caucasian women, they all identify with me because I'm ethnic.
quote by Janice Dickinson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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You want people to identify with the person on the screen or in the theater, but you don't want them to identify with you as a person.
quote by David Morrissey
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Preferences Listed
If someone has come,
Willing to apply an undeniable love.
One that another can identify as true.
Why should the affect felt from it,
Be determine as an inspected prerequisite...
One let sits to decide if it fits.
Why can't the origin of love be accepted?
With the intentions of it meant that were sent.
As an unconditional love that is present.
Coming as it does,
Without complications of a document...
Written in fine confusing print.
Preferences listed,
Often change to forget.
If someone has come,
Willing to apply an undeniable love.
One that another can identify as true.
Why should the affect felt from it,
Be determine as an inspected prerequisite...
One let sits to decide if it fits.
Only to be discouraged,
That what has been given to us...
Does not depict what we perceive should be perfect.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The superior love
I love the one I feel secure in.
I love the one I have sway on.
I love the one I identify myself with.
I love the one I take pity on.
I love the one I begot.
I love the one I sexually desire.
The last one is the strongest
And hence must stand superior.
3.10.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Experienced Recognition
Am I perfect?
No.
But I am faithful to a fault,
To my opinion given.
And I do my best,
To not give it unsolicited.
Since my loyalty may be misunderstood.
But perfect?
Even if I chose to be...
From where would I have received,
To achieve...
Such an example to express it?
And who could identify my perfection?
You?
And if you can do that,
You would know...
Perfect I am not!
Although being obnoxious...
I have learned that from those who are skilled.
Perhaps that is what you identify?
With an experienced recognition!
That applies to your own comprehension.
And 'that' is the familiarity,
In me you see you'd like to mention.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People who identify themselves as conservatives donate money to charity more often than people who identify themselves as liberals. They donate more money and a higher percentage of their incomes.
quote by Thomas Sowell
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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4th June Of Your Muse
4th June of your muse,
Serving in love to identify your self;
But this day was specially made for you,
And like the sweet words of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sick Of Their Tricks
I've had it with demons and sick of their tricks.
I've witnessed their tactics...
To identify them quick.
My need to observe them with curiosity,
Has diminished my giving any attention.
With an unleashed disbelief.
I've had it with demons and sick of their tricks.
I've witnessed their tactics...
To identify them quick.
Donating my time to be further manipulated,
To have my focus by them castrated.
Has left them behind to tempt or bait my mind.
My need to observe them with curiosity,
Has diminished my giving any attention to them.
With an unleashing of disbelief.
To wonder in a pondering as they increase their misdeeds.
I've had it with demons and sick of their tricks.
I've witnessed their tactics...
To identify them quick.
Not even to pause to peep what they seek.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Butcher's transparent cellophane bags!
They play with innocent lives in their beautiful Wars!
At last what they bring us?
Cold bodies wrapped in cellophane bags.
As a relative of human beings
I asked from a five star Officer;
'Sir, why you wrapped their precious bodies
In your cheap bags? '
Then he groaned;
'For your convenience mad man
Don't you know that's easy to identify.'
And I want to say this..........
But I was scared of his heavy bugle
Loaded with massive bullets!
So I kept quiet.
That's why I could have mutter this for you as I am still alive?
'Sir we can identify them even you wrapped in aluminium foils
But the problem that we cannot identify you
With those brass stars studded uniform
That covers the fragrant Humanity? '
**To that great character Sivakumar Sathgurunathan, I met him accidentally at a bus stop and we discussed about Tamil Literature and he asked me to wait for a while and then he bought me a book from a bookstore, Saint Poet Tiruvalluvar's 'Thiru Kuraal', I am sorry afterwards no message form this kind hearted soul and I pray he must be safe somewhere!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Help Them See It
Help them identify the source of their ignorance,
Dear Father.
Help them see it...
And not become overwhelmed by its magnitude.
Help them remove the disguises that hide their fears.
They have been duped big time.
And so fraudulent are their beliefs.
What was once an ideal...
Has been infested by the illness of greed manifested!
And this,
They can not see...
Has deluded them from any contact with reality!
Help them identify the source of their ignorance,
Dear Father.
Help them see it...
And not become overwhelmed by its magnitude.
Help them see it...
Before all of their visions cease!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Child In A Man
Testosterone muscled men have,
The Top and the center, the caves,
Something is there to do the basic,
Nothing is there to think angelic,
Given the work, they do sincerely,
As the kids in the play school aviary,
The children long to be praised,
The children need to be reminded,
The children want to be around,
The loving hearts that care,
In each and every man, there is a child,
That long for the love of a mother,
When the women identify that child,
They have the responsible man in the household,
When the women take good care of that child,
They have the obedient handyman in the household.
When the women try to be funny with that child
The child will be the runaway kid,
Likes to play truant, shows the authority,
Displays tantrums and becomes juvenile delinquent.
Identify and rear that child efficiently..
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Bestest Bet
If i could identify what makes me happy
I am wondering If identifying it
would make me happy?
If happiness is love or money
would mere identification
result in bliss?
No, I would then have
to identify what steps to take
to obtain love's best.
But steps sounds like something I would plan
and planning sounds artificial
and can love come from artifice
or worse manipulation?
Can I manipulate my loved one
into loving me and live happily ever after?
Or should I leave love to random chance
and hope for the best
when so much is at stake?
Should I wait passively
for love to find me?
All of this not so easy.
What of money?
I could plan riches
by training, earning or cheating
the Wall Street Way,
but that obviously can go awry
or even if not
shall I cling to the dollar almighty
and proclaim happiness?
If money did this
then the rich
would be happiest of all;
and clearly they are not.
So what to do here:
talk about second best?
Well, if life is not going to make me happy
it is either I misunderstand what is involved
or I should take the money and the random love;
marrying someone who
is at best a risk
and
50% likely to bring me not happiness
but unhappiness and divorce.
Am I then to cuddle my dollar bills and
unhappy misery;
curse my life as unlucky
or conclude
probably
that my bestest bet
is that
happiness
does not lie
out there
rather
it lies
within
me;
and best to
begin my search there;
asking then
who is the happiest me
I can respect?
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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It was never the fame or fortune that drove me to act. It was something I love and enjoy doing it. A lot of people identify who they are by what they do and that's not me. It's what I do but not who I am. Who I am is a parent. I'm a family man.
quote by Adam Baldwin
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