An invasion of armies can be resisted, but not an idea whose time has come.
quote by Victor Hugo
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An invasion of an army can be resisted but an invasion of ideas can't be resisted.
Power
I resisted
He resisted
We both resisted!
Yet, the power of
Lust –
Overpowered us ;)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Nothing else in the world... not all the armies... is so powerful as an idea whose time has come.
quote by Victor Hugo
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Greater than the tread of mighty armies is an idea whose time has come.
quote by Victor Hugo
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There is one thing stronger than all the armies in the world, and that is an idea whose time as come.
quote by Victor Hugo
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An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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I've always resisted the idea of becoming a David Hasselhoff, and I hope I'm still resisting it.
quote by Anthony Head
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Agression pleases woman
She resisted my desire;
I overcame her resistance.
She resisted my kissing;
I overcame her resistance.
She resisted my stripping;
I overcame her resistance.
Overcoming resistance
Is some sort of mild violence.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Peace Protesters Must Be Arrested
writing under political radar
unpublished under search radar
equates to more censor escapes
knowing freedom of formal speech
does not extend to anti-war protests
if such protests might trigger
an uprising in anti-invasion protests
peace protesters must be arrested
humiliated beaten pepper sprayed
how dare such righteous individuals
dare interfere with planned sanctioned
profit mounting oil invasion wars
situational irony calling wars right
necessary to healthy growth prosperity
calling peace wrong threat to security
time to reevaluate restructure economy?
situational irony armies meant to ensure peace?
used to intimidate dominate exploit war fleece?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Harmony With Darkness
It is extremely clear,
You travel with discomfort.
And sip on agonies that leave you drained.
The dripping of them from your lips...
Disappoint with those expectations,
You neither receive nor get!
From the exposure of it!
It is clearly known you want this shown.
While secluding your delusions.
Although standards you maintain...
Have strained relationships,
You once had gained.
There is an unhappiness kept self inflicted.
Your treasure chest of gifts,
You have allowed restricted!
They've become diminished like heirlooms replaced.
With a pawning done...
And etched upon your saddened face!
You are in harmony with darkness!
A tune sung and kept reminisced.
You are in harmony with darkness!
And plugged you are...
Right into it!
It is extremely clear,
You travel with discomfort.
That you alone have invited into your home.
And it is kept pampered like a loyal devoted pet.
One you expect to shower you with misery.
From Sunrise to Sunset!
You are in harmony with darkness.
And you've name it 'Eminent'.
Isn't it...
Eminent?
You are in harmony with darkness.
And it is permanently,
Un-resisted.
There is an unhappiness kept self inflicted.
Your treasure chest of gifts,
You have allowed restricted!
They've become diminished like heirlooms replaced.
With a pawning done...
And etched upon your saddened face!
You are in harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness,
Is permanently un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness.
Permanently,
Un-resisted!
Harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness.
Permanently,
Un-resisted!
Oh oh oh oooh!
In harmony with darkness.
Eminent,
Isn't it!
Your harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not My Idea
I bit my tongue and stood in line
With not much to believe in
I bought into what I was sold
And ended up with nothing
This is not my idea of a good time
This is not my idea of a good time
This is not my idea of a good time
This is not my idea
You thought that I would never see
What was meant for you was meant for me
I was distracted at the time
Forget about yours
song performed by by Garbage
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Idea
I been thinking sitting on a pole.
I'm getting sick of doing what I'm told.
Just me and the mirror and my brain.
But that was when I got an idea.
Came like a gun and shot in my ear.
Don't you think it's time you got up and stood alone?
Fifteen years I lay down on the ground.
I couldn't feel any noise or hear any sound.
Fifteen million years I spent down the line.
But that was when I got an idea.
Came like a gun and shot in my ear.
Don't you think it's time you got up and stood alone?
Get up and stand alone
music
That was when I got an idea.
Came like a gun and shot in my ear.
Don't you think it's time you got up and stood alone?
Get up and stand alone.
That's when I got an idea (repeat and fade out)
song performed by by Bee Gees from Idea
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Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life - think of it, dream of it, live on idea. Let the brain, muscles, nerves, every part of your body, be full of that idea, and just leave every other idea alone. This is the way to success.
quote by Swami Vivekananda
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The cruel acts
A widow has been done to death
By her lover’s son for her invasion.
Only men had been done to death
For their invasion to women’s modesty.
16.03.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The success of the Allies in the west was in a measure offset by Teutonic victories in the east. When the invasion of Belgium began, Russia made immediate efforts to counteract by invasion of East Prussia.
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One can resist the invasion of an army but one cannot resist the invasion of ideas.
quote by Victor Hugo
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The histories which we have of the great tragedy give no idea of the general wretchedness, the squalid misery, which entered into every individual life in the region given up to the war. Where the armies camped the destruction was absolute.
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The armies, the difference of all of those armies that had been fighting each other and the Taliban took advantage of that to rule over the whole country.
quote by Bulent Ecevit
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Postmortem Bush's Invasion Iraq
We remember invasion Iraq, attacking cities,
bridges, electricity, water supplies;
Iraqis driven from homes, separated families...
Life is, so much better, not; for surviving Iraqis,
post, Bush invasion, New World Order, strategies;
for those, not killed, by demonic plan, Illuminati's...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Red Grape
You're like a piece of sugar on the vine,
That's been resisted.
And sitting lusciously delicious,
Waiting to get plucked...
When time comes for the picking.
You're like a piece of sugar on the vine,
That's been resisted.
And sitting lusciously delicious,
Waiting to get plucked...
When time comes for the picking.
By someone patient,
Who sits wishing for you to lick.
You're like sugar on the vine,
Not ripe to lick.
You may be a nine in someone's mind.
But not quite ready to snip and pick.
Or slowly drip from someone's lips.
Red grape...
You're not quite ready to squeeze between teeth.
Red grape...
Your sweetness teases tongues among some.
And,
Red grape...
You look so ripe,
For an easy pick to lick!
You're like a piece of sugar on the vine,
That's been resisted.
And sitting lusciously delicious,
Waiting to get plucked...
When time comes for the picking.
But,
Red grape...
You're not quite ready to squeeze between teeth.
And,
Red grape...
You look so ripe,
For an easy pick to lick!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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