Generality is, indeed, an indispensable ingredient of reality; for mere individual existence or actuality without any regularity whatever is a nullity. Chaos is pure nothing.
quote by Charles Sanders Peirce
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Her Truth
Your truth claims to be a reality
While her truth is the reality
Your truth is just another fallacy
While her truth states actuality
Your truth tries to call her an insurgent
Just another agent
Trying to spread hatred
When her truth really speaks for those you have murdered
For those you denied existence
After they fought for their freedom
Went to the streets to express their position
And you accused them of being destroyers
Ended their lives like they worth nothing
Your truth tried to oppress them
Suppress their voices
While her truth spoke for them
Went to the squares screaming for their liberty
Fighting for their authority
Your truth is only believed by those who shared your earnings
Those who sold their souls for the Benjamins
Used religion, race and lies to serve your purpose
While her truth refused to take it all
Her truth was so pure it refused to sell the martyrs blood
Your truth has become so little
So her truth rose above it and took over the scene
Your truth was caught out
Your truth was discovered
More and more are finding her truth
Seeing the Real Truth
And yours, of course, just wished it would have listened…
poem by Jacob Arden
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The Nirvana
Tracing the primordial culture of truth
in its oneness, we find the ultimate answer.
Still the negative effect prevails
increasing the confusion.
Existence in now, has a travesty of truth.
Can we breakaway from our past?
Can we exist between right and wrong?
Between good and evil?
Between truth and fiction?
How many faces has reality?
The Self amalgamates the formulations
provides the mind with the safe exits.
The visualization
was not a happening, not actuality
an escape from pain & reality?
The thoughts were always disturbing
creating a false identity.
Thoughtless self had no movement.
Was that the nirvana?
The final moksha?
poem by Satish Verma
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Discrediting Actuality
Which is worse...
Living in denial?
Or being on trial
For commiting acts of truth?
Revealing observations as they are,
Scars a mind attached to illusions.
A fear connected to reality,
Only exposes a common use of lies!
Discrediting actuality
Will not change facts from what is seen!
Unless a total existence of life itself,
Becomes declared obscene.
And much of that can not be questioned.
Or initiate a fight to disagree.
We're all 'nuts' apparently!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Star that Glimmers the Most! !
A persona that makes simplicity,
Yet simpler than it seems,
Speaks the real meaning of life,
To masquerade, he is not aware of,
Stays close to the existence of actuality,
And truth only,
A heart, a mind, a soul,
Creeps into you, allowing you to witness,
The existence of truth despite the bitterness,
Nothing beats the reality, ever real, he says…
Remains as a proof of virtue,
Outshines other members of the same gender,
The forthrightness you encounter in him,
Verifies a path towards solidity,
In his mannerism, you ought to get entwined,
Like a maze without an escape,
His traits hold you through,
Such tendency, such readiness,
Draws enthrallment within you,
A cipher of friendship, a well composed ballad,
He is…………
Indeed a star in a many but glimmers the most…
That’s you, Pretib…..
poem by Poornima Kanasen
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I Let You And The World Know, Lago Lago
The one who follows you
follows me also...
Day after day miracles happen
With not explanation
But through the world that is speaking
A gentle admonition
Or a harsh reprimand
Always there is the image
Of who I am
Before me in my peers...
Standing alone
I listen to others repeating thoughts
That were mine moments before
And I used to wonder how they knew
Or if it was ridicule
Exposing my private world
And then I realized
That people were not to blame
For the reality I made
And the echoes I feared
Were the recording
Of my own voice....
But why-should I hear myself
Speaking through others
As if every idea immediately
Impresses on the environment
A form of existence
Whose origin can be traced back to me...
As though a great adversary
Suddenly turned to me and said,
'I have been wrong about you
Let me make it up to you
And offer my unlimited assistance
You have passed the test,
Become aware,
Now go-and live to your fullest extent.'
I wonder if this was a last wish
Or if I have died already
But I decided that
A secret had been let go
An undefinable actuality
Transpiring any possibility
Into a fragile and complex reality...
My reality, as I understand....
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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My first book is really about heat. That book, for me, was an exploration of heat as ingredient. Why we don't talk about heat as an ingredient, I don't quite understand, because it is the common ingredient to all cooking processes.
quote by Alton Brown
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In fact, effective solidarity with the poor, both individual persons and entire nations, is indispensable for the construction of peace.
quote by Claudio Hummes
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Decree As Sacrilege
If I don't like what you say...
I don't like what you say!
I am not going to condemn you...
Because your views are not what I want them to be!
Or that I believe my outlook with values attached,
Are better than yours.
However...
If you do attack my values that are valid to me,
I will get angry!
Especially those I can not defend,
When I become offended by the embarrassment...
Of blatant hyprocisy I 'may' live or express openly!
'That' I will decree as sacrilege!
Even though your truth exposes my pretense!
And an obvious reality of your comments...
Based on actuality I would like to keep hidden!
There should be somethings kept and left respected,
As being totally false and a paradox of my existence.
And...
I just might hate you for that!
You have no right to interfere,
Or probe into my interpretations!
They are 'my' interpretations of truths.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There is a major ingredient missing from our perception of how changes are brought about; that ingredient is power.
quote by Paul Wellstone
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The actuality of all of material Nature is therefore kept out of action and that of all corporeality along with it, including the actuality of my body, the body of the cognizing subject.
quote by Edmund Husserl
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When all previous loves are lost
When all previous loves are lost
and I hesitate about the sense of my existence,
I become aware about the fatality of life
while time passes me too quickly
and in the darkness I am alone
and I hesitate about the sense of my existence
and at times it feels as if I am the only one
on this planet, as if the loss of intimacy
folds night after night around me and in the darkness I am alone,
the night gets a own reality, my own actuality
as if only I am isolated
on this planet, as if the loss of intimacy
lets me wonder over being human and about God,
without being able to embrace anybody
as if only I am isolated
still holding stunned to hope.
When all previous loves are lost
without being able to embrace anybody
I become aware about the fatality of life.
poem by Gert Strydom
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If Power Alone Was the Ingredient
Is the power to be divisive,
Power given to provide one's own defeat?
Is the power to induce conflict misdirected?
Since this power driven,
Produces more of a madness.
Clear and complete.
If power alone was the ingredient,
To satisfy the masses as an instrument for peace.
Why does that power increase chaos?
And why is there little of that peace released?
If power alone was the ingredient,
To satisfy the masses as an instrument for peace!
Especially when no mention is made,
To a mixture fixed in spirituality...
With intent of purpose displayed to save!
If religiously applied,
By those who say...
They pray faithfully and obey!
And to 'who' and 'what'...
Generates a response to inflict those solutions,
To confuse with permission...
The ones listening who become impressed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In All Of Heaven and On Earth (Cavatina)
In all of heaven and on earth no one
can challenge
Your vast dominion, there's no other God,
in radiance
Your pure love outstrips any other being;
in deviance
mere men disregards Your great existence
Your endless, selfless love they do not sense.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Mere existence (in answer to Breyten Breytenbach)
With the hot sun daily appearing,
the beauty of the glittering stars at night,
the wind dancing through the leaves
it seems as if every thing is caught,
as if existence is mere rejoicing
in which insects, birds and people are frolicking,
as if we are in a world that is only waiting
for bigger glory with each coming day
as if our lives are not measured out
to mere existence, as if time can last eternally,
as if time itself is missing,
only is something fleeting that we experience,
as if everything is caught in the here and now,
in that which we experience and live through,
the feelings in the heart,
the principles of loving
but reality
is filled with heartache,
illnesses, suffering and pain
with our youth that disappears,
there is grey coming to our hairs,
the beauty of our faces,
our bodies decay with the years
and time is measured out for every one
until when our lives suddenly
or gradually comes to a end,
where each one of us decays
like just another wilting flower.
[Reference: “daar is geen tyd” (“there is no time”) by Breyten Breytenbach.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Don't think of yourself as indispensable or infallible. As Charles De Gaulle said, the cemeteries of the world are full of indispensable men.
quote by Donald Rumsfeld
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Ideology... is indispensable in any society if men are to be formed, transformed and equipped to respond to the demands of their conditions of existence.
quote by Louis Althusser
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She became so important to them that they wondered how they had ever managed without her in the past. And the longer she stayed with them the more indispensable she became, so indispensable in fact that their one fear was that she might some day move on.
quote by Michael Ende
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Such existence
I wondered over such existence
Which has no present, past or future sentence?
Which keeps us always worrying and tense?
Yes I know about it but what else?
I have no specific clues as to our living
How can we be that good as human being?
When plenty of my fellow men are hungry?
Prayers offered with sincerity but feel still angry
Some where I think error has been made
Why divinity is offered and cashed on as trade?
Some Gods are openly advocated as freely available
Financial help, gift articles and many things for inviting troubles
No one has any time to ask welfare
Everything is taken as mere fun fare
What happens even if only one God exists!
People suffer still but no one insists
There may still remain barrier
Poor may suffer as mere carrier
Rich may offer nothing and increase plight
They may not want to know what is wrong or right
I wonder in this wonderland
But yet to claim it as holy motherland
I may find many foes and friends
Unaware of meeting same kind of tragic end
We may not realize importance
As we may miss life altogether at once
Once you are dead or no more
There want be anything in store
God or no God all may remain behind as mere thought
Even though it might have been fiercely followed or fought
What do we bother in world as mere identity of an individual?
Life to be spent in uncertainty and as simple as casual
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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A Stranger In The City Of Spell
In the dusty mirrors of centuries,
Who are these murky shadowed people?
Someone should resolve,
To me what the reality of Time is,
And what is the reality of Death,
What is the existence of colours and sounds?
What is this grief,
And remembrance of the departed ones?
In the dusty mirrors of centuries
Who are these murky shadowed people?
What is this lobbing echoing jingle
Of infinity in the rimless dome?
If edging boundary of the desert is actuality,
What is a mirage of the middle of wilderness?
If these reveries are life,
What is reflection of the city of dream
Visible day and night
On the undulating waves of blood?
What is the rite of lands that forms
Isles of intimacy?
What is the anguish of compromise
On separation of hearts?
What is pacification beneath the waters
Of the dominant seerness of ego?
On the stairs of altering moments
What is deference of the earlier vows?
What the honey
Of being deceitful in truthfulness?
What is an argument what a justification is?
What is the mystery of desire to die down,
In pretext to be in the world?
Why is there a chaos what schematic order is?
Non-existent co-relates
To the encasing arms of existent, then
What is ascending and descending of the sun?
In longings for lamentation of yesterday,
What is the rash impatience
Of drumsticks in each channel
Of blood in delight of the new days?
Am I the ballet of blazing flame
Of belief and disbelief, passing tossing through
Millennium to millennium?
In this mysterious journey of strangeness,
In Relativities and fading away Realities,
Am I a silhouette of the crestfallen generations?
Written by:
Dr. Swarwar Kamran
Translated by:
Muhammad Shanazar
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Five realms
a realm where
existence is mere eyes
year after year only sights
in sky of no man's land
a realm where
existence is only ears
year after year only sounds,
stone shrouded, loud and dark
a realm where
existence is only taste
year after year a sea
leaping into a crevice of tongues
sharp, bloodred and flipping like snake's
a realm where
existence is only touch
year after year of a roaring
wind passing through haunting plains
a realm where
existence is mere smell
year after year of fragrance
wafting, through a million
fibriletting nostrils of blooms
contented until
the realm of desire
strikes that results in all five
carvorting to each other
for a taste of a wider world
where each would merge
with the other to party on mother earth
with God, devils, angels
the only realm where
all other realms converge
till they are recalled home
to the five separate self contained
realms see, hear, taste, touch, and
smell in a world of enlightenment
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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