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Thinking

If you think you are beaten, you are

If you think you dare not, you don't,

If you'd like to win, but think you can't

It's almost a cinch you won't.

If you think you'll lose, you've lost

For out in the world we find,

Success begins with a fellow's will

It's all in the state of mind.

If you think you're outclassed, you are

You've got to think high to rise,

You've got to be sure of yourself before

You can ever win a prize.

Life's battles don't always go

To the stronger or faster man,

But soon or late the man who wins

Is the one WHO THINKS HE CAN!

― Walter D. Wintle

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Take time to read. I PROMISE IT IS WORTH READING. May change your perception about faith and purpose.

HOLES by Scott Lewis and elders

I had been in that hole for a very long time

In the dark and the damp, in the cold and the

slime.

The shaft was above me; I could see it quite clear

But there's no way I ever could reach it from here.

Nor could I remember the world way up there

So I lost all my hope and gave in to despair.

I knew nothing but darkness, the floor, and the walls

Then off in the distance I heard someone call:

"Get up! Get ready! There's nothing the matter.

Take rocks and old sticks and build up a fine ladder."

This had never occurred to me-- had not crossed my mind.

But I started to stack all the stones I could find.

When I ran out of stones, then old sticks were my goal,

For one way or another I'd get out of that hole.

So I soon had a ladder that was sturdy and tall

And I thought, "I'll soon leave this place

once and for all."

I climbed up my ladder. It was no easy chore,

For from lifting those boulders, my shoulders were sore.

I climbed on up the ladder, but soon had to stop

For my ladder stopped short-- some ten feet from the top.

I climbed back down my ladder and started to cry

I'd done all I could do. I gave my best try.

And in spite of my work, in this hole I must die.

And all I could do was to sit and

Was my ladder too short?

Or my hole much too deep

think,

"Why?"

Then And then faith, hope, and love entered into my chest

from way upon high came a voice, "Do not weep."

As the voice said to me that I'd done my best.

He said, "You've worked very hard, and your labor's been rough,

But the ladder you've built is at last tall enough.

Do not despair. You have reason to hope.

Just climb up your ladder; I'll throw down my rope."

I climbed up the ladder, then climbed up the cord.

When I got to the top, there stood the Lord.

I couldn't be happier; my struggle was done.

I blinked in the brightness that came from the Son.

I fell to the ground, His feet did I kiss

I cried, "What can I do to repay thee for this?"

Then He looked all about Him. There were holes in the ground

They had people inside, and were seen all around

There were thousands of holes that were damp, dark, and deep

Then the Lord turned to me and He said, "Feed my sheep."

Then He went on His way to help other lost souls,

And I got right to work, calling down to the holes:

"Get up! Get ready! There's nothing the matter.

Take rocks and old sticks and build up a fine ladder."

It now was my turn to spread the good word.

The most glorious message that man ever heard.

That there's one who is willing to save one and all

And we've got to be ready when He gives the call.

He'll pull us all out of the hole that we're in

And save all our souls from death and from sin.

So do not lose faith; there is reason to hope

Just build up your ladder; He'll throw down His rope.

~Scott Lewis and elders from his mission

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They said that the world started some 14 million years ago. But, why does it feel like we are all just figuring it out?

Well, I guess we'll never know.

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Running a Different Race

Oftentimes, good people finish last. That is why everyone else thinks of them as losers, and see them as weak individuals.

But they are not, it is simply due to their high regard for honesty, compassion, and fairness that they slow down. And if you look far enough you will see them helping those at the back who are struggling, wounded or bruised to run faster and finish the race.

So if you are one of the "Good People" don't worry, you are not losing, you're just simply running a different race.

-troubadour038 04-23-24

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True love does not seek revenge, it is willing to forgive. When you seek to get even, you only bring destruction to yourself.

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Sometimes its not love that you feel. Sometimes it's just a feeling of attachment that developed into a habit. And now, you don't want to let go.

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Frizzled

I can no longer take the battles in my mind

Loud voices that gives my sleepless nights

Insanity is slowly eating my life full of tides

All unspoken words like drums, it trebles my guides

Hold on, hold on, a whisper to ease my ride

Rocky mountains, wavy seas and ditch lands of the trolls of greed

Am I that bad for a conspiracy of these deadly three?

Have I not done good to be part of the land of glee?

My eyes have wept a million T

My heart had pounded twice the many running me

My lungs had catched countless breaths of D

Now I need to end this misery, help me to find this lost bravery

Or should I try and start this act of stupidity?

Rocky road and deadly path

Tilted land to the mountain top

A tiring climb from lap to lap

My heart almost shouted out stop!

Setting high hopes of a scary crap

Thinking that he could surpass the hop

Hiking fast to the summit camp

Slowly trekking down to the ground

He never know when the fear will end

He just let it all passed by and mend

Holding on emotions that could bend

Will not help a shaking knee to end

- The Troubadour - May 15, 2013

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Stone of Verity

Stone of verity how you have amused me, striking down the anonymous verdict with accuracy.

I don’t know how you make people show their guilty

of a crime they have cloistered to the coax-able humanity.

Don’t blame me I didn’t throw the stone to their society.

It landed on their demesne impetuously.

It’s not my fault affecting them with adversity.

Just mad of the accusation that was not for them to see.

Wait and see, in any minute they’ll come bugging me.

Why do I keep throwing the stones of verity? …into the land which is far from their territory.

You must be kidding me, stones have a direction of the free.

Troubadour - May 28, 2012

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Console

No words can express how sorry I am

No sympathy is enough to console the harm

No soothing voice can make that sadness scram

How I wish we could get a heart of charm

Oh so timely it reminds me of the misery

Hoping that the madness have never come to we

Please don't let this stop your glee

On another deadly night of the free

Pussy eyes of the low life's

Can sometimes mend the lies

Stopping all the pain and the cries

To forget the stupid son of flies

-Troubadour

created on May 12, 2012

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A hair strand

Today I visited my old room, I haven't slept there for awhile now since the break up sink in. I saw the old pillow you used to lay your head on when your not in my arms, I can still smell your scent through that old pillow case, and guess what I saw? I saw an old strand of your hair underneath it.

I remember when you were sleeping, I tried to tease you by pulling out a hair strand, I knew that you'd be awaken and quickly hid my hand inside the pillow case and laugh.  The look on your face was special, your face looks like you want to get angry and irritated yet thought that I was being sweet and playful and simply smiled.

We only had a few laughs and a few intimate conversations together I knew then and there that it wouldn't work out. But I believed in your love and tried to work things around. I always wanted a compromise but all you wanted is to be you and me to be somebody you have been longing me to be. We always argue on who's right and who's wrong, on who's doing much and who's doing less. 

You have shown love, more than any girl I have ever known, and I have become too complacent and forgot all about you, that you also needed the love that you were giving. I guess they were right on saying that "regrets comes in the end". Well, regardless of your shortcomings I still believe that the love you've shown is a kind of love that I needed and the kind of love I have always looked for.

For whatever mistakes you have done and for whatever pain you have brought me, I have forgiven you. But I can't forgive myself yet I guess... Until the time that we meet again, I will change, I will keep on molding myself with the fire of this regret and make myself worthy for someone who can understand me and treat me more dearly than how you treated me. And when that day comes, I swear from the bottom of my heart, that its gonna' be very special, extra special that even you would feel the same regret I felt when I lose you.

-The Troubadour 05-06-11

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Looking for you (Incognito)

Silent words have been spoken Parted ways with blurry sentence Ambition, rejection and affiliation Have made it come to its final sense

All this while I've looked for you Although I know you don't want me to I was just asking to look at you But I guess there was no me and you

Across the foggy path to you I have bumped to someone new I thought you might have been too So there we were trying so true

Now the time had come to forward Needless to say the awkward I started to remember you A woman I knew of inner value

I hope to be granted remission Please let me out of this prison I just need a minute of conversation And catch up with all your indignation

-The Troubadour 04-17-11

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Bleeding

How long should I bleed? Just for you to heal My blood have been flowing like tears

Your words and smile that are soothing are the same tools that creates the opening cutting the last hope of zeal I am holding

If I bid to say goodbye and cure the wounds of your marking should it resolve the friction of mishandling?

If I chose to stay and tie a thread for how long should it secure a sane head nothing more than a way to dead end

affinity that turns to adversity a man known of great responsibility never should enter into the hearts mysterious treaty

Tell me how long should I bleed? When I can no longer find the need for I know the only option is to concede

-The Troubadour 12-20-10

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RED MOON'S LIGHT

Red moonlight, blood of the night, I noticed you out of fright. You filled me with might on that little side, and helped me win this unwitting fight.

I guess your luckier, how they loved you with your color, no one could hate you for such a horror They’re minds are filled with unknowing vigor.

And for those whose minds would disgust you, and eyes that couldn’t adore you, the clouds, it will hide you, and maybe tomorrow, they’ll like you.

Oh! you have been blessed with a panacea, and could cure your flaws by your own.

Though you have no friends to rely on, no love to cherish and no life to hold to, the world, it knows the value of your existence, and their light depends on you.

How I wish I could be you, wearing the cure of my own limitations. Shining the worth of my eccentration, and beaming the light out to gloom and devaluation.

-The Troubadour 11-07-10

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Time travel

I wish I can turn back time travel back to the mistakes I've made and correct them I don't mean all of it for life will lose its meaning I just need one day, one day to make something right out of me

I wish I can walk to the future, take a glimpse of what will be the outcome of my deed I don't want to spoil it, but I want a peace of mind for the thought of it makes me live in vain I just need one day, one day to make something right out of me

I wish I was the prince of Persia holding on to the sands of time, using it to undo anything he likes I don't need to hold on to it I'll bring it back I just need one day, one day to make something right out of me

I wish I was Aladdin, summon the genie out of the lamp I wont make three wishes someone needs it more than I do I don't want them all I just need one day, one day to make something right out of me

I wish I can travel back to time, even if its a curse, go ahead and let me bear it just as long as I can change things in the past I'll do this for the sake of someone Please give me one day one day to make something right out of me

If in any moment a time machine is made I'll volunteer to test it for free even if the odds of success is against me and if death should be the key so be it, I'll press the switch ON and take my life out of me I seriously need one day one day to make something right out of me

I wish it was all just a bad dream a very long nightmare that I see wake up and get back to reality and this feeling is not with me then I wouldn't need a day that one day to make something right out of me

-The Troubadour 10-16-10

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MALDIT

Out in the sea deep down under

 Up in the mountains way beyond reach

There in the forest no man has seen 

Is where Aphrodite has enchantedly been hiding 

An old enigma no mind can unravel 

Her impervious purpose not even the wise has answer

Warriors with valor, Knights with honor

All deeds presented surprisingly made a horror

Troubadours and jesters thought of it a night

Uniqueness has always been their might

Juggling pin, flute, paper, pen

These are tools for courting ten

It clearly state the hearts intent

Alluring the life on the other end

Oh what felicity it brings the morning after

But the Goddess as such forever uncertain

Was it love or just mistaken

Kindness is such a polyseme proven

Accountable for this illusion

Both Masters asked the cause of revulsion

Thus, restraining the wind from singing

A silent answer is always breaking

Yet no one stopped on pleading

Seeking help to the GOD of Eden

Invariably thinking of what had happen

They countlessly make their efforts for pride

They tried and they cried and later died

Such a pity they have always been denied

-The Troubadour

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Remission

clashing minds

quibbling mouth

the air was filled with grumble

a rueful heart

by a flagrant josh

now I get to scuffle

pleading contritely

with words of remorse

chaffering for a priceless pardon

such a feeble

the pathetic one

not worthy for a salutary remission

- The Troubadour 08-22-10