The circumstances of human society are too complicated to be submitted to the rigor of mathematical calculation.
Since You Are Too Human....
there are always choices
we are born to these oceans of choices
wave upon wave
we travel to choose
then we land and take feet
upon the sands
into the gardens
to the heavens we take the shape of clouds
for we have learned
this art to evolve
now tell me who owns us?
tell yourself that, we cannot hear you
you are too human
you are stuck on the chains of your
that finally bury all your bones
soon we shall turn back at you
dusts, all dusts that we blow and scatter
to all the rivers
if you remember leaves,
you shall remember us...
- quotes about evolution
- quotes about gardens
- quotes about oceans
- quotes about travel
- quotes about tourism
- quotes about art
- quotes about worry
- quotes about peace
- quotes about hate
The Songs Are Too Much For Me
THE SONGS ARE TOO MUCH FOR ME
The songs are too much for me
They take me to places in feeling
I cannot go without them-
Why they have this Beauty and this Power
Why they have so many different kinds of Joy
I do not know-
But my soul singing with them believes
Life is Exuberance.
The Reason Why The Stars Are Too Many
the stars are too many
each of us shall have one
there shall be no regret
the sky is too wide
the stars glitter and each
hand must take the share
i have mine and you shall have
yours too, well, maybe,
not at the same time, but
at the right season for the
right person, soon, soon, soon.
The days are too long
Why i don't enjoy the moment And Have fun?
Why i stay in my Place and i don't move out?
Why i Feel Bored and i can Smiley again?
The days are too long and i can feel the sun
and have fun
Don't lose the time Because maybe the days are too long but the happy moments Come and go in a seond and when
you feel happy you lose control so Be happy and join me
in the happy moments and share your self the memories
Sometimes We Are Too Busy Despite The Free Time
along the white sands
on a sunny morning by the sea
i collect shells and
there are too many of them
but only few are chosen
the only standard is that
'i like this' and there is no other more
and then you put all those few ones
in my pocket
and when i arrive at the cottage
i view them all atop the table
it is the viewing that keeps the mind busy
and so busy that it cannot listen
to each story that the pebble wants to tell
that the mouth of the shell wants
to say beautifully in a song
The Answers Are Too Many To Be Said
i must tell you
about this trip
do not ask about
look behind us
they already burned the bridge
look over there
the house where we
cannot be seen anymore
do not ask where
i am not sad
there are so many reasons
we have no more of that past
it is the bridge and the house
we do not need them
we have so many places to go
the mind is our own
and imagination is
do not ask me
where we are going
the answers are too many
to be said
You Are Too Smart For Me
You are too smart for me
When you shop
Because when you shop you shop for the bargains
I can see that you love bargains
I Am Too Old/My Dreams Are Too Old
I AM TOO OLD/ MY DREAMS ARE TOO OLD
I am too old
My dreams are too old
I am afraid
My dreams are afraid
I cannot climb the mountain anymore
I am too old
And my dreams are afraid
And I cannot climb the mountain anymore
There Are Too Many Contradictions In A Life
There Are Too Many Contradictions In A Life
There are too many contradictions in a life
to ever write that life down in perfect clarity.
All we can do is select moments of our experience
and make of our great pretensions little Poems.
The whole Truth is a different Poem
one too subtle for us to completely write.
Expectations Are Too High
If what is believed is so easy.
As it is perceived and rumored to be.
Why do so many express less interest?
To denounce those doing it,
Do it without a labored effort.
Or an agonizing heard as an input.
While others suspend the notion of hard work...
To be something that is monitored from 9 to 5.
Leaving a majority to whine and cry,
That expectations are too high.
And those salaries that are paid,
For their avoidance to do any work at all...
Is too low!
And a 'luck' has been bestowed upon those,
Who enjoy what it is done they do.
With few getting paid to complain.
Human Beings Are Deranged
What would our reaction be,
If an Alien race came here,
Would we bid them welcome,
Assure them there's nothing to fear.
Or would we be our usual selves,
By showing them we can fight,
To prove to them we are the best,
Convince them we're always right.
Or would we come together,
Like we've never done before,
Welcome them on peaceful terms,
Show them violence we abhor.
Could we show our Human side,
To let our visitors see,
We can live in world peace,
If only we could all agree.
If they were superior,
Beyond our wildest dreams,
Would we try to learn from them,
Or split in to regimes.
One group would say, we'll con them,
let's steal everything we can,
We'll then destroy the lot of them,
A reaction typical of man.
The others would say, let's work with them,
They can teach us all that's new,
We could defeat disease and hunger,
They could show us what to do.
Think of the opportunities,
The information we could gather,
Yet we know they would divide us,
We'd soon be in a lather.
What would they think of our ideals,
As millions of Humans starve,
While the others live in luxury,
As their side of beef they carve.
Would they think we're civilized,
As we watch our neighbours die,
For want of bread and water,
I'm sure they'd ask us why.
They'd ask why we value money,
More than life on Earth,
Letting gold and oil rule our lives,
Of intelligence there is a dearth.
Now we take away our food,
To make our transport greener,
Choosing fuel over eating isn't good,
The starving will just get leaner.
They would watch us spending trillions,
On arms to fight a war,
As we kill each other every day,
They'd surely ask, what for.
Our weapons of mass destruction,
The Aliens would surely know,
If we ever tried to use them,
Everything would go.
Cease traveling to other planets,
They'd tell us here and now,
You will not destroy our universe,
That we will never allow.
All they'd see is injustice,
Between the different races,
They'd wonder why we judge ourselves,
By the color of our faces.
They wouldn't understand our need,
For a multitude of Gods,
They would ask which one is genuine,
Do we know which ones are frauds.
They'd want to know why Human Beings,
Cannot live as one,
If we shared our world responsibly,
Then much more could be done.
The Aliens would ask why Humans,
Are hellbent on self destruction,
If we truly are supreme on Earth,
Why do we cause such disruption.
If they made an evaluation,
Their decision would surely be,
Your time is up, you've ruined your chance,
Even Humans must now see.
Every living thing on Earth,
Your species are slowly killing,
Despite the fact most have no say,
It's their blood you are spilling.
Despite all this you refuse to see,
The damage that you cause,
Do you know that soon the Earth will flood,
As the ice around you thaws.
Their views when leaving planet Earth,
Will certainly have changed,
Their thoughts on us would surely be,
''Human Beings Are Deranged''
My Poems Are Too Small
MY POEMS ARE TOO SMALL
My poems are too small
And I am too old
G-d please forgive me
I fear for my soul.
Life and human society are the chief concern of Confucianism and, through it, the chief concern of the Chinese people.
The trouble about man is twofold. He cannot learn truths which are too complicated; he forgets truths which are too simple.
Long Poems Are Too Much For Me
LONG POEMS ARE TOO MUCH FOR ME
Long poems are too much for me
I am a man of my Age
Of limited attention span.
A stanza or too
Is all I can manage-
Bright Blake and Emily D.
White Samuel Menashe
With your small songs
Read again and again
As if Forever.
Manila This Summer
Here you all come
The City of
A picture of you
The sun is behind you
I know that smell
The air from the sea that carries
the news of
A hundred dead rats
You cross the road
You are staying in one of those
tiny rooms now
Your favorite greeting is
They all think that we all love
shrimps and crabs
Which they all think are the most
expensive delicacies that
we all have to wait for hours
creating the suspense of our
They are all wrong
We are too simple for them
and they are too complicated for us
In such a
way that to maintain this balance
We keep our mouths shut.
Like A King
I never wanted life like a king
I always wanted just to be as normal as I can be
Though the powers I have can make me a king
Yet I lay down my shield and just be normal
I have all the answers to the world people cant find
But the answer are too complicated for them to realize
Still I hid behind that bush pretending so innocent
Until they really knew what love is all about
I don’t have the power of muscles, nor the power to change
Behind all us are the power we never thought we could have
A power we are so much afraid of
For sometimes the power can cause pain within.
I failed before using that power
I may have used it too much, or I have used it less
But into learnings I finally found the real use of it
The reason why answers have been revealed
Magic it may sound… but it is just LOVE
I may not be as wise as others, but enough to be in love
I may not be as good as others, , , but knows the right to love
That’s the only power I can show to all
But I wouldn’t recognize it by then
Until you found the one who can unleash the hidden key
The one you’ll fall inlove with, the one that is forever
And I wouldn’t be this much confidence if you didn’t came
You are the key to the power I had my sweet
The key to prove things exist not only that is visible by eyes
You make love once more had a meaning for the world
Bias is inborn.
I can’t but love one of my children
As my right eye.
I had been indignant to my parents
As I was their left eye.
Human eyes are too weak to weigh
Two things evenly.
When Things Are Too Obvious Like Grass On The Plains...
something that cannot be
as obvious as grass spread
on the plains
as shining as the sun on
the top of the hill
why do you ask about something
that you have already seen
and even touched?
what are you?
are you a redundant phrase?
in times like these
the stare is the star of our show
on the surfaces of the skin
on silent arms
we rest our restlessness
in here no preachers are allowed
spectators with discriminating
only those who are willing
and redeem themselves
a raw smile
yet so full of the radiance of
These Are Not Cynicisms At All
Those who have clouded minds,
Seem to have been punished...
For thoughts they could have had.
But for some reason,
Resisted the process.
What is observed and has been tolerated,
Appears to be a curse of 'wills'.
And those who make attempts to correct this,
Are kept distanced because they are too loyal.
Too devoted to the betterment of the human condition.
And these are not cynicisms at all.
Sadly these are facts of goodwill being despised.
When mud slinging is discovered done,
In every crevice of a society 'purposedly' being cesspooled...
Faultfinding is no longer one's mission,
As much as a prioritized exit is to enjoy one's peace.