Must be out-of-doors enough to get experience of wholesome reality, as a ballast to thought and sentiment. Health requires this relaxation, this aimless life
quote by Henry David Thoreau
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Art requires imagination. It requires Creativity. Creativity requires experience and experience comes from your life. And your life is expressed in your art.
Aimless Lady
Aimless lady, is this your home town?
Tell me baby, tell me where youre bound.
When our eyes met, you were in the very first row.
I couldnt even guess your name, but I just had to know.
You were meant for me, would you grab your coat and flee?
You were a mystery, but you just had to be ...
An aimless lady.
Aimless lady.
Aimless lady.
Should I try, and satisfy, you lady?
Aint no lie, now well get by, my baby.
If you can stand, a real good man, now lady,
Take my hand, and understand, me baby.
Take your time, youre doing fine, now lady.
You got yours, and I got mine, now baby.
Can you see, the way to be, now lady.
Stay with me, and set me free, now baby.
Aimless lady.
Aimless lady.
Aimless lady.
Youre mine aimless lady.
Yeah, aimless lady.
Youre mine aimless lady.
Mine, aimless lady.
Oooo ...
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Three Men of Gotham
SEAMEN three! What men be ye?
Gotham's three wise men we be.
Whither in your bowl so free?
To rake the moon from out the sea.
The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine.
And our ballast is old wine.--
And your ballast is old wine.
Who art thou, so fast adrift?
I am he they call Old Care.
Here on board we will thee lift.
No: I may not enter there.
Wherefore so? 'Tis Jove's decree,
In a bowl Care may not be.--
In a bowl Care may not be.
Fear ye not the waves that roll?
No: in charmed bowl we swim.
What the charm that floats the bowl?
Water may not pass the brim.
The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine.
And our ballast is old wine.--
And your ballast is old wine.
poem by Thomas Love Peacock
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Seamen Three
Seamen three! What men be ye?
Gotham's three wise men we be.
Whither in your bowl so free?
To rake the moon from out the sea.
The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine.
And our ballast is old wine;
And your ballast is old wine.
Who art thou, so fast adrift?
I am he they call Old Care.
Here on board we will thee lift.
No: I may not enter there.
Wherefore so? 'Tis Jove's decree,
In a bowl Care may not be;
In a bowl Care may not be.
Fear ye not the waves that roll?
No: in charmed bowl we swim.
What the charm that floats the bowl?
Water may not pass the brim.
The bowl goes trim. The moon doth shine.
And our ballast is old wine;
And your ballast is old wine.
poem by Thomas Love Peacock
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We All Come To Experience 'Our' Truths
We all come to experience 'our' truths.
We all come to experience,
Realities lived others may not accept.
Or come to believe,
If they are not there to witness.
Or see as they sit to observe life pass by,
From a closed window and behind locked doors.
We all experience our own sorrows...
With burdens to bear and struggles to conquer.
And yet there will be some among the 'doubters'...
Who believe nothing happens to anyone but themselves.
And when they experience a pinch of pain to feel,
It becomes worthy of a news broadcast...
To appeal with the getting of attention on their griefs.
We all come to experience 'our' truths.
We all come to experience,
Realities lived others may not accept.
Or come to believe,
If they are not there to witness.
And yet...
Highlighted are the most ridiculous afflictions,
Repeatedly for all to witness close up on TV sets.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Evidence Of An Imbalance
Naturally...
If someone accepts something has no substance,
Because of teachings believed.
They are going to be shocked,
To find the opposite.
But an ignorance has blocked its benefit.
And the one who profits from this blocking,
Is the one who created tainted beliefs.
Even though in reality...
Neither receives a complete and wholesome experience,
From these actions to increase a shallowed authority.
And this reflects on the detriment of one's comprehension!
To become indoctrinated into a falsity believed,
Ultimately feeds a diseasing mind to unwind in time!
To leave evidence of an imbalance.
And this consequence is irreversible!
A damage done is what it is...
Unsalvageable!
Worthless to others.
But within itself...
Thought a priceless and much sought,
Rare commodity.
Everyone dreams to possess.
With the best of propaganda and marketing accessed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are Heading For An Almighty Fall
As the millions starve the rich saunter on,
They don't have a care in the world,
The millionaires laugh sipping tea on the lawn,
As their luxury yacht is unfurled.
Why should they care is their line of thought,
It's not our fault the children die,
In their sick life anything can be bought,
Why with nature should they have to comply?
They think they're above the likes of us,
Despite us making them rich,
Feeling superior gives them a buzz,
They'd walk past if you were lying in a ditch.
In reality they're no different from you or me,
Cut their skin and they'll all surely bleed,
They will suffer ill health; they still need to pee,
For companionship they have a need.
Take their money away they would soon disappear,
Their finance is a powerful tool,
Left with nothing they'd soon be living in fear,
Being poor they would say is uncool.
They put wealth over health which so unwise,
Thinking money is the ultimate cure,
All being equal everyone dies,
Of that fact even they can be sure.
As with all life we live and we age,
Animosity against that becomes rife,
That very thought puts them all in a rage,
Why can't their riches buy longer life?
Everlasting life is the patent of God,
His kingdom is open to us all,
If with avarice you've become overawed,
Experience Reality Living Memories Erased
experience is life real raw felt first hand ingrains
experience witnessed is etched into landscapes
experience witnessed stretches into far horizons
disasters holocaust plagues beyond comprehensions
acceptances tolerances tested beyond pain thresholds
normality security shelter food resources possessions
experience memory disaster to told children passes
experience more distant to told grandchildren passes
experience reality legend myth fable forgotten fades
three generations fades forgotten from living memories
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Packt Like Sardines In A Crushd Tin Box
there are bomb? doors and there are revolving doors doors on the rudders of big ships and there are revolving doors there are doors that open by themselves there are sliding doors and there are secret doors there are doors that lock and doors that don't there are doors that let you in and out but never open but there are trap doors that you can't come back from
song performed by by Radiohead
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Pull / Pulk Revolving Doors
There are barn doors
And there are revolving doors
Doors on the rudders of big ships
And there are revolving doors
There are doors that open by themselves
There are sliding doors
And there are secret doors
There are doors that lock
And doors that dont
There are doors that let you in
And out
But never open
But there are trapdoors
That you cant come back from
song performed by by Radiohead
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The printed page conveys information and commitment, and requires active involvement. Television conveys emotion and experience, and it's very limited in what it can do logically. It's an existential experience - there and then gone.
quote by Bill Moyers
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Pull Pulk Revolving Doors
There are barn doors
And there are revolving doors
Doors on the rudders of big ships
We are revolving doors
There are doors that open by themselves
There are sliding doors
And there are secret doors
There are doors that lock
And doors that don't
There are doors that let you in
And out
But never open
But they are trapdoors
That you can't come back from
song performed by by Radiohead
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Thought
Thought, I love thought.
But not the juggling and twisting of already existent ideas
I despise that self-important game.
Thought is the welling up of unknown life into consciousness,
Thought is the testing of statements on the touchstone of consciousness,
Thought is gazing onto the face of life, and reading what can be read,
Thought is pondering over experience, and coming to conclusion.
Thought is not a trick, or an exercise, or a set of dodges,
Thought is a man in his wholeness, wholly attending.
poem by David Herbert Lawrence
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With Wishes To Live A Wholesome Life
One addicted,
To the foolishness...
Of someone else,
As if hooked to a need...
Deserves to be abused.
If...
This is excused.
No one is born to do this,
As if a prerequisite...
To live a wholesome life.
One with wishes to live a wholesome life,
Let's it known and quick...
Disrespect accepted,
They will have none of it.
Or tolerate its appearance when shown.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Diotima
'Diotima', I asked, 'what is truth? '
'Truth', she said, is the operation of logic welcomed by Sentiment so long as it upholds certain foregone conclusions.'
'Well, then, ' I continued, scratching my head', 'what is Sentiment? '
'Sentiment', she said, 'is the conviction of the majority that its conclusions have something to do with the truth.'
'Oh. Thanks.'
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Reality Sucks
O.k. maybe you know it better
Oh oh reality sucks
Nobody helps you to make it feel better
Oh oh reality sucks
And youre a dropout that stays away
Might be that evil took over
Oh oh reality sucks
Youre getting to old now
To cause a stampede
Oh oh reality sucks
So youre boozing your life away
Youre blown your brain away
Reality sucks
Oho reality sucks
Now you see your life has passed you by
Oh oh reality sucks
You took a shortcut
Through the junkyard of life
Maybe thats why reality sucks
Now youre boozing your life away
Blowing your head away
But dreams didnt make your day
cause reality sucks
Oh oh reality sucks
Reality sucks
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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I think education is one of the greatest tools for most kids not only to expand their book knowledge, but their ability to experience new things - I think it opens more doors than any other experience I can think of.
quote by Will Estes
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Values are principles and ideas that bring meaning to the seemingly mundane experience of life. A meaningful life that ultimately brings happiness and pride requires you to respond to temptations as well as challenges with honor, dignity, and courage.
quote by Laura Schlessinger
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Literature adds to reality, it does not simply describe it. It enriches the necessary competencies that daily life requires and provides; and in this respect, it irrigates the deserts that our lives have already become.
quote by C.S. Lewis
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Union
An union has appeared before my eyes,
Sight yells hard health, due to heavenly hearing.
My amalgamated spirits are due to the words forming,
Collapsing and disintegrating like paper burning
The words spread into animals of heaven.
The books of knowledge gain proud residence
In the height of warmth, due to old age.
A connection is in order, a fuel for the brain
To contain a good thought that presides
Like the objects ornamenting the palatial doors.
A good thought is a good gate to the other side,
With springs and fountains, rivers of honey
And the seas of milk, the healthy wedding of the soul.
An union has been achieved with health as
One wonder too beautiful to the eyes of the One Above.
poem by Naveed Akram
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