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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=482864" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Punk, The Monk, And The World</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My friends and my family scattered across<br>the land of America; land of the Lost<br>there's a shortage of love - a shortage of water<br>a shortage of food - the temperatures hotter<br>the strangers i've felt for<br>have shortage of shelter<br>a shortage of smiles<br>-the bodies are piled<br>These are the bodies the monks have knelt for...</div><div style="margin:10px 0">worldwide there's chaos -<br>a small child, a thief<br>says 'more they must pay us! <br>my family's in grief! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the flaw in this system? it encourages greed-<br>TV says 'Cash over people! '; 'Wants before needs! '<br>And the monk in his solitude grips to his prayer beads...<br>all actions have consequence - there are no private deeds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He says 'I pray for the Peace of all living beings-<br>forgive the dog that bites - and the bee when it stings...'<br>'False sense of fulfillment in material things'; <br>'The song is for sings - the Gong is for dings.'<br>When the Sun rises be grateful for the light that it brings<br>Everything is Everything<br>Everything...is Everything</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I said, <br>'Monk, my hearts a dumpster! My soul, a gutter, needs freed! <br>from the plagues of the world - from the utter poverty! <br>He said, 'be quiet - sit - drink some tea...'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'To change the whole world you first change your thoughts<br>-your suffering has tied your mind in quite some tight knots<br>you may find Enlightenment - and maybe might not...'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We sat and we drank<br>we thought and we thank<br>i went in a trance; <br>i went in the tank<br>and when i came out, i danced<br>for my mind had been Blank</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I walked away - went back to the world from which i came<br>Everything was different...yet exactly the same</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cops still beat the innocent blind with their bats<br>cats still ate mice - and dogs still chased cats<br>i was on the other side of town, far from my home<br>i walked into a coffee shop - pure sky now my dome<br>my cloud-spattered dome under which i will live and then die<br>so i sat to write tomes, and poems, <br>and ordered a black coffee and a slice of pie-<br>thought about existence, smiled, and bowed my head to cry.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ray+Quesada">Ray Quesada</a><div class=q>
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the land of America; land of the Lost
there's a shortage of love - a shortage of water
a shortage of food - the temperatures hotter
the strangers i've felt for
have shortage of shelter
a shortage of smiles..."></div>
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