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Learning to trust is one of life's most difficult tasks.

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Cant Trust No One

You can't trust no one

or anyone

you never know what some one can SAY about youbehind your back..........
never trust anyone that you dont really know of

or don't trust your friends even though they known you for a while or your whole life and your family you never know they could be some cold blooded famliy you cant trust them

you just can't trust no one or anyone

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Emily Dickinson

When One has given up One's life

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When One has given up One's life
The parting with the rest
Feels easy, as when Day lets go
Entirely the West

The Peaks, that lingered last
Remain in Her regret
As scarcely as the Iodine
Upon the Cataract.

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For The Price And The Cost Of One's Life

The fact that it's talked about,
To be discussed...
Has advanced from whispers,
To an accepting public not shocked.

Secrets and demons do not join hands,
When the tentacles of evil reaches.
And has come to squeeze the life,
From one who has sold...
An image made to appear as sweet,
But with a lost soul.

And in places where the doing of it,
Is expected...
Souls are sold to glimmer like gold,
For the price and the cost of one's life.

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Trust No One

trust is a very big word
you think you know that person
but do you really know them?
you think you can trust your bestfriend
but you turn around and they stab you in the back
you think you can trust that special
persont but they do the same but black mail you
you think you can trust your family but
they lie and stab you in the heart
you think you can trust everybody but
really you dont know who to trust anymore
so dont trust any one any one at all....

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Brighter Is One's Life Turned On

Fawning over luxuries?
Don't you fawn.
Those luxuries one day will leave,
And everything fawned.

What will you do if they go?
And there's nothing left that's shown?
Only grief exposing life,
And 'things' gone.

Fawning over luxuries?
Don't you fawn.
Those luxuries one day will leave,
And everything fawned.

Hoping for a return for them,
Only makes a sadness deepen.
When it dawns to end a fawning...
Brighter is one's life turned on.
With a darkness by such dawning gone!

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Trust Is One's Valued Investment

When trust is lost...
It is gone.

Some unaccustomed,
To having it taken away from them...
Believe it is in temporary hiding.
Deciding to make a reappearance.
Like a child that heals,
From feelings that have been hurt.
And dismissing issues of integrity.
After that has been drugged through dirt!
For the last time.

When trust is lost...
It is gone.

And those who know this...
Know 'that' too well.
And a worth kept,
From getting further smudged...
Has nothing to do,
With a believed ego that swells.
Trust is one's valued investment.
Not a presentation to impress.
Or improvise.

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A Real Friend in one's life....

A friend is a tissue when you can't stop crying,
A friend is a shoulder when you feel like dying,
A friend is always there to listen when you have something to say,
A friend is weak when you just need a day,
A friend is a crutch when you have a broken heart,
A friend is a glue when some thing falls a part,
A friend is a phone call when you can't leave your home,
A friend is a when you feel all alone,
A friend is a wing if you want to fly,
A friend is one who understands without knowing why,
A friend is an ear for a secret to tell,
And at last.......
A friend is a love, happiness, care and joy that can never let go in one's life.........

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Trust no one but yourself!

Who Can You Trust?
Who Can you trust in the world today?
Your friends?
They'll be just as trifling as your enemy
When you are stuck at a dead end

Who can you trust in the world today?
Your blood?
Blood is thicker than water
Don't let this be your rule
By this same rule was I fooled.

Who can you trust in the world today?
Your instructors?
Their job is to teach not to care
Your problems will appear just as thin as air.

Who can you trust in the world today?
Those who inforce and carry out the law?
This is where the world tears
They should be the ones we fear

Who can your trust in the world today?
Don't put your emotions up on a shelf
Trust no one but yourself!

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If I Lived One More LIfe... I Would

If I lived one more life
I would melt by the gentle sight of you
I would believe that your love is true
I would erase my fake intention
I would hold back all my foolish emotion

If I lived one more life
I would read all yr colorful envelopes
I would never burn your words of hopes
I would cherish your banner on the wall
I would make sure it will never fall

If I lived one more life
I would pick up your call night & days
I would guarantee your mind not decays
I would let my door open at all time
I would safe your sanity to prevent any crime

If I lived one more life
I would stand before you on my knee
I would beg your family to forgive me
I would plead to share your torture
I would fight to bring back your future

If I lived one more life
I would endure all your hate
I would accept you as my fate
I would strive to give you the best of me
I would die in your arms and be happy

If I lived one more life … I would


Dedicated to D.N.R – It’s been 14 years… This is my apology, I mean every word.

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My Life's Most Sacred Duty

Dreams do take me back to the beauty,
To love you I shall, for all of my days;
For it is my life's most sacred duty-
Nothing, nor any one may alter my course, or me, phase!

I have dreamt many times since I saw thee last;
Always are you far more beautiful
Now than thou were in the past;
My devotion to thee: unwavering, dutiful!

My first breath, and my last, I owe to thee;
My every gift I possess, I bestow to thee;
A piece of my heart, missing for far too long
Resides with you and is needed, to remain strong!

All ever I have wanted, since able to choose,
Ever taken, in an instant, ever too much to lose!

Maurice Harris,6 March 2008

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Everyday Characters IV - My Partner

'There is, perhaps, no subject of more universal interest in the whole range of natural knowledge, than that of the unceasing fluctuations which take place in the atmosphere in which we are immersed.'
-- British Almanack.

At Cheltenham, where one drinks one's fill
Of folly and cold water,
I danced last year my first quadrille
With old Sir Geoffrey's daughter.
Her cheek with summer's rose might vie,
When summer's rose is newest;
Her eyes were blue as autumn's sky,
When autumn's sky is bluest;
And well my heart might deem her one
Of life's most precious flowers,
For half her thoughts were of its sun,
And half were of its showers.
I spoke of Novels: -- 'Vivian Grey'
Was positively charming,
And 'Almacks' infinitely gay,
And 'Frankenstein' alarming;
I said 'De Vere' was chastely told,
Thought well of 'Herbert Lacy,'
Called Mr. Banim's sketches 'bold,'
And Lady Morgan's 'racy;'
I vowed that last new thing of Hook's
Was vastly entertaining:
And Laura said -- 'I doat on books,
Because it's always raining!'

I talked of Music's gorgeous fane;
I raved about Rossini,
Hoped Ronzi would come back again,
And criticised Pacini;
I wished the chorus-singers dumb,
The trumpets more pacific,
And eulogised Brocard's à plomb,
And voted Paul 'terrific!'
What cared she for Medea's pride,
Or Desdemona's sorrow?
'Alas!' my beauteous listener sighed,
'We must have rain to-morrow!'

I told her tales of other lands;
Of ever-boiling fountains,
Of poisonous lakes and barren sands,
Vast forests, trackless mountains:
I painted bright Italian skies,
I lauded Persian roses,
Coined similes for Spanish eyes,
And jests for Indian noses:
I laughed at Lisbon's love of mass,
Vienna's dread of treason:
And Laura asked me -- where the glass
Stood, at Madrid, last season.

I broached whate'er had gone its rounds,
The week before, of scandal;
What made Sir Luke lay down his hounds,
And Jane take up her Handel;
Why Julia walked upon the heath,
With the pale moon above her;
Where Flora lost her false front teeth,
And Anne her falser lover;
How Lord de B. and Mrs. L.
Had crossed the sea together:
My shuddering partner cried 'O Ciel!
How could they, -- in such weather?'

Was she a Blue? -- I put my trust
In strata, petals, gases;
A boudoir-pedant? I discussed
The toga and the fasces:
A Cockney-Muse? I mouthed a deal
Of folly from Endymion;
A saint? I praised the pious zeal
Of Messrs. Way and Simeon;
A politician? -- it was vain
To quote the morning paper;
The horrid phantoms came again,
Rain, Hail, and Snow, and Vapour.

Flat Flattery was my only chance:
I acted deep devotion,
Found magic in her every glance,
Grace in her every motion;
I wasted all a stripling's lore,
Prayer, passion, folly, feeling;
And wildly looked upon the floor,
And wildly on the ceiling.
I envied gloves upon her arm
And shawls upon her shoulder;
And, when my worship was most warm, --
She -- 'never found it colder.'

I don't object to wealth or land;
And she will have the giving
Of an extremely pretty hand,
Some thousands, and a living.
She makes silk purses, broiders stools,
Sings sweetly, dances finely,
Paints screens, subscribes to Sunday-schools,
And sits a horse divinely.
But to be linked for life to her! --
The desperate man who tried it
Might marry a Barometer
And hang himself beside it!

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One of life's most painful moments comes when we must admit that we didn't do our homework, that we are not prepared.

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I Have Written My Life Away-Most Of What I Have Written Is Already Lost

I HAVE WRITTEN MY LIFE AWAY- MOST OF WHAT I HAVE WRITTEN IS ALREADY LOST

I have written my life away-
Most of what I have written is already lost-
A portion of the work remains-
And who knows how long it will last?

I will try in the time left
To make it better –

But who knows
It may be like
Much of most things
Not worth keeping-

I have written my life away-
Thank God I had the time to do this.

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To The One Who Cares the Most

Do you promise to always be there for me, as I will be there for you?
Will you stay by my side through the good and bad?
Will you be my shoulder to lean on when everyone else turns away?

In return I will be your rock and pillar of strength
I will support you when others try to bring you down
I will care for you when you can’t care for yourself
I will be your best friend
Your advisor
Your counsel
Your shield

I will be the one you look forward to seeing
I will be the one who fills your dreams
I will be the one who cares the most

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A Housewife's Lament (Part Two)

My husband soon gets back from work
And he's a callous unfeeling jerk!
The house is clean and oh so neat
And he'll get his supper like a special treat -
And he'll enjoy it though I hope he chokes
'Cos married life is just a hoax.
Why did the b*stard marry me?
And swear his love eternally?
It's one of Life's most stupid jokes
That women are just meant for blokes.
I'm feeling nervous so he says I'm weak,
He's got a bloody f*cking cheek!
I've loved him for so many years
But now it's all dissolved in tears!
I wish the c*nt would go to hell
'Cos I've got lots of tales to tell
About his lies and infidelity
And the way the b*stard treated me,
I just can't face another drink
So I'll throw up in the kitchen sink!

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The Knowledge Of The Prophesies

For some days now I’ve found it impossible
to stop strange voice in my head.
It’s been telling me about the future of this planet
and to listen carefully to what is said.

It asks me questions to which I know nothing
and of course I can’t reply,
not just because I don’t know the answers,
but people are always close by.

I don’t want to give the impression
that I’m losing my mind and senses.
I have to think about my position in life
and consider all the consequences.

I need time alone to think and evaluate
whether I am really hearing a voice,
and if I am, what does this really mean,
and is it giving me any kind of choice.

The voice is giving me no peace of mind,
it's talking all the time.
From the moment I wake up in the morning
until way past the midnight chime.

It asks awkward questions about my thinking,
and questions about my belief.
It also questions all my answers and replies,
which brings no rest or relief.

It said I must listen carefully to the Knowledge,
it's accurate, reliable, and true,
and I should not speak of its origin
it must remain a secret my whole life through.

I can tell those that ask that I've seen it in the stars,
which I study and chart everyday,
The planet's positions, and rotations at particular times
clearly show what's coming our way.

I’m definitely questioning my sanity
my head is spinning in confusion?
How can I believe such nonsensical notions,
am I facing a psychological illusion?

Many people have reported to have heard voices,
which eventually became the death of them.
I think a doctor's consultation is my best option,
they may have a solution to the problem.

Full of doubt and feeling foolish I asked the voice
to prove something it had said,
and it said that tomorrow a fire in South America
would leave many people dead.

On the news next day I was shocked to learn
that the event happened as prophesied,
so I asked the voice to explain how it knew
and it agreed to give it a try.

It said that in the human brain there was a receptor
that was very rarely used,
and one day everyone will benefit from the use of it;
but still I remained confused?

“But why do I need to know the future, ' I said,
'and what use is it to me? ”
“It proves that the future is already set out,
and what will be, will be.

With this ability you could plan your life
to be and do whatever you please.
Just as long as you use it for the good of all,
it is one of life's most important keys.'

“But if people saw me talking to myself
they would soon certify me insane.”
“So place your questions and responses
through thoughts to and from your brain.

Please don’t use the available information
for greed or causing devastation,
because those that abuse the Knowledge
will suffer self annihilation.

You will not be the first human to experience
this kind of brain evolution.
There have been others who have died
using it for wealth and persecution.

Because I don't have the power to censure,
your conscience will tell you what to say and do.
So please, once again don’t abuse your ability
that I've made available to you,

“If I do take heed to what you have been saying,
and do become able to foresee what will be,
I’ll write a book of all my prophesies
that will benefit future history.

And if the people take notice of my words
and plan their lives around what I say,
the name of Nostradamus
will live on forever and a day.

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Cuckhold

Two unsuspecting gentlemen were sitting in a room, conspicuous for its opulence and comfortable because of its color. John was reading a newspaper, contemplating the morbid style of journalistic writing, while Michael was staring intensely, as if he was in a trance, like one stares at a fire. The silence of the room gave John a potent feeling of loneliness, so he broke the quietude.

John: The problem with life is that it is so lifeless. Can't we just live? Or must we always live under the tyranny of compulsion.

Michael gave a furtive glance and proceeded to look mesmerized and emotionless.

John: What is this dreadful look? Clearly you have found a cure for the world's economic disease and have lost it?

Michael was displeased with the topic of politics and John knew this. Michael was forced to talk, to change the subject, he confessed.

Michael: I am in love! Just last month or was it longer ago? I met a woman, who I swear to the sweet Virgin Mary, whose heart beats the scarlet blood of Juliet directly into her voluptuous lips. Her brown eyes remind me of a hidden cave, containing a treasure of passion and an amulet of life. Her dainty little hands have the purity of a child's but the sensuality of a woman's. Her walk is so delicate, not even the tender blades of grass bend under her feet. Her mind is so elevated; it's as if the wings of an angel carry it. Her breasts are as fruitful as watermelons and her voice as sincere as this confession.
My only wish is to kiss her lips, caress her cheeks, and smell her long ebony colored hair. I wish to brush my nose against her nose, bury my soul into the grave of her soul, live by her not with her and even die next to her.

John: Certainly you're on to something. Women have a remarkable quality of bringing out the worst in good men. You are so moral Michael, it's charming to hear you utter words of one of life's most mortal sins; lust.

Tears came down Michael's face at hearing such detestable language.

Michael: It isn't lust! It's love. My heart melts into sweet wine and I feel drunk at every coy gesture she makes. My soul skips like a child on a summer day every time she laughs. She is nature. Nature is she. She is art expressed through the body and a body expressed by the soul, she is complete, marvelous, magnificent, delicate, fragile, and strong; she is beauty.

Michael's countenance revealed a soul drunk with dreams, no rational man would believe a word he said, but a child, with its curious mind, would stop and be enchanted with his incantations, even though a child might not understand what he was saying.

Michael: Her beauty makes Cleopatra conscious of her imperfections, her rosette cheeks make a garden of roses shrivel with jealousy, the gleam in her eyes pierce harder than the rays of the sun, her smile makes the moon feel loved, her spirit causes quarrels between all the Saints, her melancholy robs sentimentalist of their tears. She is the river of life, the ocean of life and all its force!

John: Michael you're committing the common sin of blasphemy, so common even Jesus fell to its error. Who is this demi-god you speak so reverently about?

Michael: She is mystery clothed in a brown body. She is the symbol of all mysticism, she is the sorrow painted on the Madonna's face, she is the love contained in the beatitudes of Christ, she is the obsession in Shakespeare's sonnets, she is the Beatrice of Dante's Divine Comedy; she is the blue of the ocean, the green in emeralds, the purity of pearls, the fire of the sun, the power of mother nature… O! She is so beautiful!

John: Ok! Who is she?

Michael: A married woman

At this utterance Michael's body collapsed in to the sofa he was sitting in, as if he had just been exorcised. John gave an incredulous look and grinned. He reveled in other people's misery; it was the source of his happiness. He loved seeing morality whiter away… it gave him a keens sense of reality.

Ding Dong! A doorbell rang and protruded into John's thought.

John: We aren't expecting any guests?

With avidity, John quickly fled to answer the door expecting an uninvited guest, while Michael laid listlessly dwelling. John opened the door, let out a quiet "O my Lord, " and fainted. Michael's face metamorphosed from a pallid listlessness to a fiery smile; he transformed from a Christian to a Pagan; he grew Cuckold horns…

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Establishing an equilibrium between the Islam of truth and Islam as an identity is one of the most difficult tasks of religious intellectuals.

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Maurice Jarre

Soon I worked during twelve years in theater works of the prestigious Theatre National Populaire. It was the best time of my life, the most difficult, the most interesting, the most exciting.

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One Life To Live One Life To Love

One life to live one life to love
Cherish the good disregard the bad

Good or bad, take it as a learning experience and move on in life
Both the experience has to be shielded and accepted as souvenir
Utilize bad experiences to improve today
Treasure good experiences for better tomorrow
And escort the life with confidence, honesty and pride

One life to live one life to love
Cherish the good disregard the bad

Happiness or Sorrow either cannot be borrowed
Life is incomplete without each other and both cannot be ignored
Both brings you different flavors and taste to life
Happiness keeps you sweet, Sorrow keep you human
Taste the life with varieties and not to be narrowed

One life to live one life to love
Cherish the good disregard the bad

Life is wonderful gift bestowed by god and honored by nature
Has to be respected and believed by every human and creature
Everyone’s role are defined and are here with the purpose, decided by creator
Educate the life on the laws of god and the laws of nature
Imbibe these laws of life by choosing god and nature as a tutor
In no way, one should violate the laws made by god and nature, rather then desiring to be a pauper

One life to live one life to love
Cherish the good disregard the bad

Live life with honesty, with purpose, with determination and pride
Live life with Joy, with happiness, with good values and principles
Live life to the fullest but within the laws of the god and the nature
Your existence should be respected and honored for all the good work you render or did for self, family, friends & for the rest of the world during your tenure and the stay on this earth in this life.
Your exit should be without any guilt and you should die with peace, smile and satisfaction.

No one can outturn their destiny
Think good, Do good and Be good, rest live it up to the god to decide

One life to live one life to love
Cherish the good disregard the bad

Pinky Lekhraj Porwal

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