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
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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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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.
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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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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
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Eloquently Stated
You keep insisting to connect yourself with values,
I can not identify.
Like honesty.
You are constantly in hide and seek mode.
So honesty you may wish exists.
But from you...
That does not show.
Devotion and loyalty?
The words I hear.
But those actions from you I disbelieve.
Unless they have been gift wrapped...
And you're presenting them now to me!
Trust?
I've seen that scrawled on the side a bus.
Were you on it?
And your wave escaped my attention?
You keep insisting to connect yourself with values,
I can not identify.
Not with you.
But then again...
You always fantasized yourself a magician.
And I do have a wish you can fulfill.
You can snap your fingers and disappear.
Leaving us both to keep that secret to ourselves.
How is that for accomodating both of our desires?
As you have so eloquently stated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On The Lonely Side Of Town
On the lonely side of town
When no one else is around
Her brown eyes cry those tears
Over her loves from the past years
Her heart is breaking without a sound
On the lonely side of town
She feels just like a clown
With tears pouring from her eyes
With no rhymn or reason why
But life has turned her upside down
On the lonely side of town
Her head is hanging down
Shaking from side to side
With not much left of her pride
There on that lonely side of town
On the lonely side of town
She is lost behind her frown
But in ways she may never know
Her love fine it's way to show
And by her love she is bound
On the lonely side of town
You can hear the old train sound
Reminding her of those days
When life glowed with brighter rays
Even on that lonely side of town
On the lonely side of town
She is loved by leaps and bounds
Even though she may not see
Love'S the only thing that's free
And it creaps up on her without a sound
poem by Norman Hale
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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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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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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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Necessities To Please
People are trying to find ways
To identify themselves.
They try to find it through preferences of sex.
Even purchases of 'things'
To hide their perplexed minds
Behind something another might view,
As a status symbol to preview!
To allow excuses and alibis to sneak through.
Allegations of who is and who is not straight today...
Seems so unimportant and quite blasé!
Molestations are taking place,
In more sanctuaries sacred...
Where more than symbolism is displayed.
The bold and naked seems to be a must,
Folks are lusting.
People are trying to find ways
To identify themselves.
With a worship for more greed,
And necessities to please the eyes of others!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Where Are You Going With This?
Who's side are you on anyway?
'I am on your side!
Now I am in the front.
See me go to the other side.
Now I've got your back.'
Where are you going with this?
'Across the street.
You think I've got all day,
To help you identify...
What's going on out here.
I've got things to do.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Day Time
I have to come here again in the day time,
For i couldn't see well in the dark last night;
And i need some special pictures at hand to be able to identify you.
This is all about love and this is all about your muse,
For the night exposed you to me!
But you were far from my standing point.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I identify with women more than men. I guess I have a strong feminine side.
quote by Lenny Kravitz
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