My provision for collective dreams? The freedom to wake up individually.
aphorism by Hasier Agirre, translated by Dan Costinaş
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poem by Daphne Mia Bell
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I would not be opposed to devising a new system of pensions, in which one part was based on collective provision, but which also gave incentives for people to take out an additional, personal plan.
quote by Jacques Delors
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Dreams
Written by: Raymond Douglas Davies
Published by: Coronado Music
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Lyrics:
When I look so far away
Please don't wake me from my dreams
I'm just wondering who I could be
If I lived inside my dreams
I could be a king or a football star
Drive around in a big sports car
An astronaut or a millionaire
I could do anything or go anywhere
Dream I'm far away
Dream I'm far away
Racing driver or a great politician
A man of power or a man of religion
I could be almost anything
If I could live inside my dreams
Dream I'm far away
Dream I'm far away
Please don't wake me from my dreams
Please don't wake me from my dreams
Please don't wake me from my dreams
When I look so far away
Please don't wake me from my daze
I'm just wondering who I could be
If I lived inside my dreams
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Want To Wake Up
I heard what you said, and I can tell you its true
I heard youve said that I am crazy about you
Turn in my sleep, the bad dream is over
Think of you and shall I ever recover?
Now, I want to wake up
How I want to wake up
I stood at the kitchen-sink, my radio played
Songs like tainted love and love is strange
As I listened and the words hit my ears
I cried sudden tears
Now, I want to wake up
How I want to wake up
Wake up
(wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up)
(its mad, its mad, its mad)
Its mad, to be in love with someone else
When youre in love with him, shes in love with me
But you know as well as I do
I can never think of anyone but you
(all my life,
All my life
I want to wake up)
Play with fire, play with guns
Its easy to impress someone
Turning in my sleep, you call me a fool
To fall in love, is it so uncool?
Now, I want to wake up
How I want to wake up
Now, I want to wake up
Wake up
(wake up, wake up
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Wake up, wake up - ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Ooh ooh ooh oh oh
Ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
I, I want to wake up
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
I, I want to wake up
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
I, I want to wake up
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
I, I want to wake up, with you, oh
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh - oooh)
I, I want to wake up, with you, oh, ooh
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh) I want to wake up, wake up, wake up
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
I, I want to wake up, wake up, wake up with you
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh) I want to wake up, ooh, ooh
(ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh, ooh ooh ooh oh oh)
Ooh
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Freedom And I
many a time i wonder
what's freedom is all about
the world and i
are so much obsessed
that when freedom does dawn
it's hardly ever discerned
pity, chained to the idea, the idea
in itself is taken for freedom
what's freedom worth when
in its name we collectively
and individually cling to that
misrepresented ideology?
when we spend last dropp of energy
in defending a clinging ideology?
can we ever free our clinging selves
from the chain
of grief
of bonds
within and without
and the resultant nightmares
that make us restive
in sleep as well wakefulness?
can we ever succeed in drawing
atleast one breath in that
one moment of fleeting freedom
and cherish it?
20dec2009
19.22hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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The press should be not only a collective propagandist and a collective agitator, but also a collective organizer of the masses.
quote by Vladimir Lenin
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Universal Freedom Is......
Freedom from hunger and freedom from pain
freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.
Freedom to give and freedom to share
freedom from want and that of despair.
Freedom to think and freedom to know
freedom to achieve and freedom to grow.
Freedom from bondage and freedom of liberation
freedom from ignorance and any unknown situation.
Freedom to come and freedom to leave
freedom to stay and freedom to conceive.
Freedom from struggle and freedom of ease
freedom to enjoy and the capacity to please.
Freedom from failure and freedom of success
freedom from denial and freedom of access.
Freedom from illusion and freedom of reality
freedom to become what we are in actuality.
Freedom to live and freedom to die
freedom to laugh and freedom to cry.
Freedom to speak and freedom to listen
freedom to act based on a wise decision.
Freedom from hate and freedom of love
freedom of below and freedom of above.
Freedom of the past and freedom of the present
freedom of the future and what it can represent.
Freedom from war and freedom of peace
freedom to begin and freedom to cease.
Freedom from sickness and freedom of health
freedom from poverty and mishandled wealth.
Freedom from wrong and freedom being right
freedom of the day and freedom of the night.
Freedom to choose and freedom to reject
freedom to imagine what there is to expect.
Freedom from lust and freedom from greed
freedom from anger and freedom from breed.
Freedom from jealousy and freedom from pride
freedom from within and freedom from outside.
Freedom of always not having anything to hide.
Freedom from space and also freedom from time
freedom from attachment and freedom from crime
Freedom to work and freedom to play
freedom to believe and freedom to pray.
Freedom to experience a rebirth someday.
Freedom from the body and freedom from the mind
freedom from the ego and freedom from being blind.
Freedom of transcendence being of the spiritual kind.
Universal freedom is eternal and infinite bliss
we should all therefore be able to realise this.
poem by George Krokos
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Name Value
What is a name?
What does it mean?
From where does it attain stamina?
From whence are its tactics formulated?
What does it signify when processing
an established aristocratic name-tag?
A name derives authentic revered value; both
individually and collectively; without exception;
sourced upon each birthed or adopted member;
within extended compressed collective; known as family.
Therefore a name stands spot-lighted; solitary in soliloquy;
resting upon inquisitional value; each optimum responsible ranked;
caring moralistic member; associate; places superimposed upon it.
It stands soluble in soprano; resting upon;
greatest and lowest achievements; an associated
individual; productively or carelessly insolvent produces.
It stands solvent upon sojourn soiree;
as sorrowful as actions regretted induce;
for collective crimes are ingredients sordid.
It stands upon all reputations in friendship enemy associations.
It stands upon all glorious or ignoble endeavours attempted.
It stands upon all achievements failures triumphs disasters.
It stands upon all morality integrity compassion or exploitation.
It stands upon all random rumoured or proven past actions.
A name posses no more; than sum totaled; money rolled;
steadfast patronage power; corporation willed; applied or directed.
Talisman talent we individually; or collectively; endow it with.
It stands or falls; upon aspirations; upon dreams; upon talented gut
feelings; upon all social mobility; arising from actions deliberated.
In truth a name; cannot mean more; than we make it.
It is ingested; as ingredients; in our ingressed identity.
It is harmonious or inharmonious interaction; innovative within; interconnected family fibre; comprising collective embodiment.
It is the synchronism synopsis; of simultaneous contemporary
events; within precession of historically arranged; preceding events.
A name is n extended; elementary identity; we walk within.
Irremovable clothing; we wear upon class judged; inquisition.
I wear my own name; as inescapable innovative identity;
judgment self-imposed; upon sentenced sociological soul-self.
Ultimately by our own; loving celestial divinity.
We are judged; no better or worse; not worse;
than the sum total divisible; residue gifted; of our own name.
As we ourselves; in encoding our transformative life;
eventually endeavoured; to affirmation make it.
What is the value of a name?
What is the value of any name before God?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Wake Up Please
wake up please my dear
i really fear,
fear your dreams
fear your imaginations
it`s really horrible
if you never wake up
so wake up please my dear
i really fear
at first you were in the happy dreams with whole of your heart
now you are in the sad dreams with whole of your heart
but none of them is true
fact is another thing out of dreams
so
wake up my dear
i really fear
poem by Armaghan aaa
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Extension 33
Living at the y, extension 33,
Nothing to care or to worry.
Once I was in love with a blind man,
But my auntie told me, dont do it, its not worth it.
Living at the y, 33 years,
No one to call or to write to.
Once I was in love with a married man,
But my instincts told me, dont tell him, itll kill you.
Im sad I didnt marry the blind man,
But whats a life with three blind children?
Im glad I never told the married man,
It saved my pride and freedom.
Living at the y, in 33 rooms,
Nowhere to visit or write to.
Once I was in love, it nearly killed me,
But now I have my pride and freedom.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom and pride.
Freedom, freedom, freedom, freedom,
Freedom, freedom, freedom.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Entropy
Consider the riddle that is man
From his perch at the top of darwins ladder
Though the rules he little understands
Plays at life as if it really mattered
When before all our eyes
A parading of lies
And reality splatters
But we have dreams, wonderful dreams
While we live in dreams, terrible dreams
Were only waiting, waiting for
Entropy, mindless entropy
Beseech it not,
For it has no thought of anything
All things are equal to
Entropy, heartless entropy
It knows not love, for it shows no love
For anything, anything
Breathes there a soul so dull
It has not striven to attach some meaning
To the chaos that invades the human skull
At the thought that some force is intervening
And this thought we call god
Keeps us straight as a rod
While all else is careening
But we have dreams, beautiful dreams
But we live in dreams, perverted dreams
While we are waiting
Theres no stopping
Entropy, skulking entropy
That lustless rapist who plants its seed in
Everything, everything, everything
Yes, there is a thing call wisdom
But weve never had it
We are too preoccupied with
How to iron-clad it
There was never a chance
There was never a chance
Let us dance!
What about our fearless leaders?
What about our necks?
What about the church of jesus?
How bout drugs and sex?
What about our precious freedom?
What about free will?
What about our precious freedom?
What about free will?
What about our precious freedom?
Entropy will win!
What about the rule of reason?
Entropy will win!
What about our precious freedom?
What about free will?
What about our precious freedom?
What about free will?
Entropy!
Were all up against it
Entropy
Were all up against it!
Entropy cant take away your freedom
Precious freedom
Theres no freedom
No shelter
No heaven help us!
Entropy crushes everything
Entropy smashes everything
Entropy cleanses everything
Everything!
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Absolute Freedom
Freedom from within
Freedom to think beyond universe
Freedom from living up to other ideas or expectations
Freedom to stand against all odds
Freedom from gods will
Freedom from triumph and disaster
Freedom from democracy and aristocracy
Freedom from scams and scandals
Freedom from caste, creed and color
Freedom from meaning less dogma
Freedom from fear and hatred
Freedom from life and death
poem by Sunnieyd Inquilab
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People of the Liberty
Freedom has no pricetag,
Freedom has no jailbars.
Freedom is liberty,
that dwells in all of creature's hearts.
Freedom lets your dreams come true,
and takes you where you where you want to be,
Freedom lets you fly away,
it lets your soul run free.
poem by Yekaterina Bezpalaya
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One Day I Wish To Wake Up...
one day i wish to wake up,
and everything to be alright,
to have the guy of my dreams,
laying beside me,
helping me with what ever comes my way,
one day i wish to wake up,
and to enjoy the life i was given,
by doing what i love,
without it being a problem,
so i can remember my purpose in life,
one day i wish to wake up,
and to have this pain taken away,
to be able to walk,
more than now,
would be all i ever dreamed,
one day i wish to wake up,
and know who i am,
be the strong person,
i forgot to be,
because i'm tired of being who i am,
one day i wish to wake up,
and become everything i wanted,
the person who knows what she wants,
and not willing to take no for an answer,
because on day, that who i will be.
Copyright © 2009
7-26-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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We Need You
(deke richards)
As I glance across the table
Your empty chair is out of place
Living here just aint that easy now
But there are signs of trying on my face
We need you
Youre the strength
Youre the sunshine of our days
We need you
And the wisdom of your ways
In our dreams, you are here
When we wake you disappear
Without you
Life is one long lonely day
Both the kids, they still love you
You know, they always ask me
When is daddy coming home
Then we talk, and laugh about the good times
Without you, they still feel so alone
We need you
Youre the strength
Youre the sunshine of our day
We need you
And the wisdom of your way
In our dreams
You are here
When we wake you disappear
Without you, life is one long lonely day
Someones knocking at the door of my heart
Telling me what we need
Is a brand new start
That aint true
We need you
In our dreams
You are here
When we wake you disappear
Without you life is one long lonely day
We need you
We need you
In our dreams you are here
When we wake you disappear
Without you life is one long lonely day
We need you
We need you
In our dreams
You are here
When we wake you disappear
Without you life is one long lonely day
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Individual Thus?
It could be that I am Perfection's Love
and all that you need.
It could be that you will brim with satiation
of all my needs;
I could be in error tho,
and therefore cannot be Me
if all of above were true.
But Being Me should not lie down at
Needs Door
and be external to the me
I was born with and the Me I am.
So perhaps I should be the Am which I already Am
and need not Be for you
the All you need,
understanding however that tack
is mere self-contained self-sufficiency
which in the end is isolating and lonely.
Surely self-containment is not the perfection we all should seek.
It must thus
that the individualistic suppositions we all assume
are clearly not true
because I am not truly the individual Am
and never was.
If, therefore, I am indeed a collective Me,
then how can I be the perfect match-
singularly- for thee?
The only way I think this could be
is that I and you
become Multiplicities able to abide,
meet and supply
our mutual multiple needs.
But is this Schizophrenia
both individually and culturally?
There is that word Individual again.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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sad indeed,
there are other freedoms
still
freedom from having no ideas, from this dryness,
freedom from having you
as a poet on forced wit and half-cooked cleverness
freedom from a reader
who has nothing to offer
except his own loneliness
his having nothing to do
freedom from beng bored
to death
freedom from having nothing
to say and comment
freedom from this feeling of emptiness
this bigotry
this indigestion of dumb thoughts
freedom
from impertinence, immateriality, irrelevance,
freedom from thinking about freedom
freedom from freedom itself
there are more
freedom from pain
is useless now
that you are dead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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And What About Freedom?
sad indeed,
there are other freedoms still
freedom from having no ideas, from this dryness,
freedom from having you
as a poet on forced wit and half-cooked cleverness
freedom from a reader
who has nothing to offer
except his own loneliness
his having nothing to do
freedom from long bored
to death
freedom from having nothing
to say and comment
freedom from this feeling of emptiness
this bigotry
this indigestion of dumb thoughts
freedom from impertinence, immateriality, irrelevance,
freedom from thinking about freedom
freedom from freedom itself
there are more
freedom from pain
is useless now
that you are dead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Did You Say That Your Only Freedom From Pain Is Death?
sad indeed,
there are other freedoms
still
freedom from having no ideas, from this dryness,
freedom from having you
as a poet on forced wit and half-cooked cleverness
freedom from a reader
who has nothing to offer
except his own loneliness
his having nothing to do
freedom from beng bored
to death
freedom from having nothing
to say and comment
freedom from this feeling of emptiness
this bigotry
this indigestion of dumb thoughts
freedom
from impertinence, immateriality, irrelevance,
freedom from thinking about freedom
freedom from freedom itself
there are more
freedom from pain
is useless now
that you are dead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Sweet Dream Of Freedom
Last night was so heavenly peaceful
Felt like I could fly
Soaring higher and higher
No slave chains holding me down
I don't want to wake up
Don't wake me up
I don't want this to come to an end
The light breeze comb through my hair
The light is so bright and beautiful
Smell the freah air
The smell of freedom
I spot something
Running toward it
Its the gates of freedom
I run faster and faster
Getting closer and closer
Finally I am there
As I reach to open the gates
It disappears
And I wake up
In my hell life
Chained up again
Nothing has changed at all
And it never will
poem by Makayla Straight
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