Quotes about regression, page 2
Bora Bora Connection
Bora Bora was an island with strong connection
I believe I lived there in a past life
I did not need a past life regression.
The Air Tahiti Nui logo is a flower that I draw
it is in my Sarah's Special Birthday book
I never before saw.
I also have a birthday ceremonial chair
they use the same chair in these islands
when people get married-
it has an extra flair.
Now Paul Gauguin was a French painter
who painted a fruit basket with a knife—
I would like to revisit Bora Bora
like Gauguin did who lived there at end of his life.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on April 17,2012
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The 'Ession' Session
A symptom of a national recession,
Is widespread and collective depression,
Employees from every profession,
Just surviving, but at what concession.
There's a justified wave of aggression,
At the immoral bankworld transgression,
The piecemeal government intercession,
But nothing in the way of confession.
So with continuing fiscal compression,
And an upsurge in house repossession,
The country since Brian Cowan's accession,
Has suffered a quite seismic regression.
Now the Celtic Tiger's dispossession,
Has stemmed the money-making obsession,
But those in charge don't give the impression,
They're in touch with our poorest's oppression.
poem by Greg Costello
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Tumultuous Temptations Torment My Temperment
Tumultuous temptations torment my temperment,
Though patience and love allow me, regression;
Once done, you may not undo it-for it is permanent-
Alas, its avoidance may be ensured by progression!
Penance shall be served by thee-though given a choice
You shall be, each allowing an eternal reminder! !
Allowance given shall suffice for the decision you voice,
My lonesome heart shall again have a finder!
Flight has been given to our love, for us to find
Our way back to our individual emanence!
The power and magic, shall we two bind
Reminding us each day of its never-ceasing permanence!
Have I now envisioned but your only response?
Enlightened you shall be as to how your heart absconds!
Maurice Harris,17 June 2008
poem by Maurice Harris
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Regression Is the Term
Recession?
How about complete retreat,
From telling lies and deception?
Truth?
There is nothing like it!
However...
How is that introduced?
When none of that has ever been exposed!
Who will believe it?
When minds have been overdosed,
And eyes once shown...
Prefer to stay shut and closed!
Recession?
When something has been squeezed,
With nothing else from it to be released?
Regression is the term,
With a valued lesson from it to be learned.
And a life once lived to feed one's greed...
Shall never back to that kind of life
Will one return!
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Complexities
Each one of us has a world of our own
Where this is the kingdom of perfection
Too perfect and without limitation
We keep on coming here off and on
Sometimes, round and round, we travel too far
Instinctively in an idled war
Between true and false or right and wrong
Then we stop! And these dreams were all thrown
Life is faultless in this world we each own
But we got much to learn outside its room
Known to earth that life is filled with regression
And often, the visits here are confession
Decors of desires, we spread them here
And glamour in life shows their existence
Then the richness of our dreams will wear
To ache, once more, back to our common sense
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poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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Revelations
Revelations
The conversations in my mind
They have a brave new life
Of hope and dreams of happiness
Releasing schemes and common means
And letting go of strife
Love for God has become
My single grand obsession.
And in His Light I see my life
Unfold in great progression.
There can not be one tiny doubt
Of this spiritual progression.
I will not cave for I am brave
Rejecting all regression.
My thought evolves from human kind
To a spiritual succession.
No need to find myself tied up
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poem by Lynne FincherSpringarden
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Hers That Is Mine
You are a mystery, an impression on depression
You help me fight against any type of regression
So you are my saviour, one I owe a great favour
You help easy this misery and life's bland flavour
You are a promise of future with burning sunshine
You are a warning that everything might not be fine
Yet in your arms I can lay and I know no hell will pay
Because you are my safe house and I know I'll be okay
I listen with great intent as the rain caresses the glass
Playing with my thoughts as it drowns the trodden grass
These four walls shield my heart and I know that I am here
Even if I don't know where here is, I'm home because you're near
So I'll keep searching for a little more excitement out there
And pretend that I don't want to know, I don't care
Because even though you protect me throughout the day
You go back to that house so you and she can play
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poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Temporary Guests
Many believe and perceive,
Their beliefs are to keep...
Durable as if in concrete.
To stay frozen...
And remain intact.
No matter where the times are.
With a progressing to leave,
Nonbelievers in their tracks kept back.
And with unsatisfying results,
Their limited visions are insults...
To those who have run out of patience,
And empathy for those stuck...
In ruts others have given up.
To moved on with an accepting of facts.
Or wish to do so.
Without a feeling of remorse,
To sever the ties from the ones...
Who can not seem to live their lives in stages,
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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No Ambition
If you don’t seem to have much worldly ambition
and yet your life to date has been one of transition
as you move along without any clear steadfast decision
it’s like drifting about with no interest in any position.
There are many people who’re in the same boat
it’s a wonder how on earth they’re able to float
as the currents of life steer them here and there
making them go through things difficult to bear.
To live each day as it comes along without any plans for the future
isn’t so bad if you can get by and not be caught being a moocher.
Life doesn’t have any favourites and can be one compromise after another
as it really depends so much on what we think and do towards each other.
It’s very hard to always keep on the right track and so easy to go astray
as we’re lured in many different directions during the course of the day.
Though the tendency of all life is to go forward and make some progression
we should maintain a balance with nature being mindful of any regression.
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poem by George Krokos
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The Alchemists Kitchen
The Alchemist's kitchen
Riddled with dragons,
Symbolism lost to the erosion of time
Swealtering heat brings your pulse to the fore,
Feel the essense of life pounding in your eardrums.
Beat to the rhythm, Your wings may lift you if you try
Your songs, angels will sing for you if your cry.
Everything is lost, Still everything is shown, Woven threads by a hand unknown, incomprehensable to those that dwell too long in their science, be it art or the workings of the cosmos. The universe as one, unity, what is known by the void will be shown to those who do not dwell too long in practice, cease the reigns. Ride, Rise, Rose.
To lie, Embrace the shimmering glades,
Swooning inwards seemlessly,
Below the waning moon, dancing in the shade
Turning inward dreamily
Feed the daemon so we may feast, upon a hearty meal, upon the ale of yeast, Not least so we may slay the daemon to feed a thousand souls with the carcass of a beasts no one knows, knew as well as I, flesh torn from the hide. So far as he was, detached from the norm, still retaining a calm you'd least expect to rule the eye of the storm.
Dreams on sunken solitude, seem to feed an attitude of remorse for a life we moarn that has not yet passed.
Systematic malfunctions, Telepathic junctions, stuck in a jam, straight out of the frying pan into the fire.
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poem by David Lacey
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