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The physical world, including our bodies, is a response of the observer. We create our bodies as we create the experience of our world.

quote by Deepak Chopra
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Burned In

Come fool.
Where we create.
Follow me your life.
Set in World demise.
Lots to define.
Follow the bodies there.
Living in the past.
Said so as cold as the wind.
Cut through life.
Blind fool.
We overkill.
Chopped at the throat.
Set in burned in rot away.
Set in burned in killed away.
Burned in life of hell.
Have to survive.
Without fears of grave.
Lives left to die.
Where to? Says the mind.
You're first to die.
Set in burned in rot away.
Set in burned in killed away.
Time hurting make the change.
Time hurting waste away.
Inferior certain display.
Falls, sent to be convincing.
Be strong your alive.
Be strong to see them die.
To see them die.
Come fool we create.
Set in world demise.

song performed by by Obituary
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Child's Plea....!

I am that kid,
Sometimes wise,
Sometime innocently
foolish,
But remaining ever curious to learn,
Anyone including you,
Be my teachers,
Clouds and rain, rainbow and trees,
Rivers and mountains,
fishes and lakes,
Kingfisher and woodpecker,
Even birds and flowers too!

I wonder at this dream world,
Wonderful stars shining in eyes,
Please be kind enough,
Let my child and its grand child,
Also wonder at beauty of this
world, Please kill not colourful animals
and birds,
Spill not the nature's gift, this
beautiful world is always
beautiful with colours of life
shining everywhere!
You may create beautiful glass
tree,
No bird will nest on it,
No bird can sing happily and perch its beak
its beak on it,
You may create artificial flowers,
Never liked by bees and butterfly,
you may create toy butterfly,
but that can't bring me thrill,
Come out to garden,
Let us play,
Promise me,
no life you ever try to slay.

poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Because women live creatively, they rarely experience the need to depict or write about that which to them is a primary experience and which men know only at a second remove. Women create naturally, men create artificially.

quote by Ashley Montagu
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Childs Destiny

What is a child’s destiny?
Is it our corrupt family structure, politics, prices, poverty, poor housing or our social condition?

Is it fair to let him face such a world?
Why create a generation and let them die in no time
Is it fair to let him face such a world?
Why create a child without a destiny.

Don’t do it for fun or for a pastime,
A child is important
Never create a being without a purpose
Think about the destiny of a child.

poem by Joy Lovelet Crawford
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What We Focus On

Focusing on sin which is the basis of religion,
you get more of the same thing.
This ends up being our drama of the world,
forever spiraling in a swirl.
For we were Not Born in sin,
Jesus came to show us how to live.
We can make people feel guilty and this is what you get,
making people concentrate on negativity and forget.
Forget that they were never separated from the Source,
and of course never meant to feel guilty or shamed,
but we need someone to blame.
Blame it on the Devil, blame it on God,
blame it on someone for 'crying truthful words outloud'.
The Source brought us here to Create,
create in this physical world and be great!

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poem by Christina Sunrise
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It is very easy to make clear what you want a film to say, but I did not wish to engage in overt propaganda, even for the right cause. I wanted to create an experience through the films, something where people could have the freedom of their own response to them.

quote by Godfrey Reggio
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He was every person's Creator

For every bird gruesomely killed; he had the power to
create infinite more fledglings,

For every river dried miserably to a trickle; he had
the power to create infinite oceans,

For every tree brutally chopped to the ground; he had
the power to create infinite forests,

For every eye inadvertently blinded; he had the power
to create infinite with sight,

For every satanic night taking a complete stranglehold
on light; he had the power to create infinite
brilliant days,

For every tongue which was disdainfully dumb; he had
the power to create infinite mouths which could speak
and shout,

For every iota of currency furtively stolen; he had
the power to create infinite banks looming high and
handsome till the heavens,

For every couple who was childless and rendered
cruelly unable to procreate; he had the power to
create infinite more households bustling with a
battalion of toddlers,

For every brain that was wholesomely exhausted; he
had the power to create infinite intelligent minds,

For every child disastrously orphaned on the streets;
he had the power to create infinite families complete
in all respects,
For every blade of grass mercilessly trampled; he had
the power to create infinite meadows of lush green
crop,

For every skeleton lying disdainfully buried under the
coffin; he had the power to create infinite bodies;
dancing about in robust health and thunderous fervor,

For every scalp that was balder than the egg; he had
the power to create infinite strands of shimmering
hair,

For every life lost unwittingly during the tumultuous
earthquake; he had the power to create infinite more
souls as Kings,

For every slave bound wretchedly to gleaming chains;
he had the power to create infinite crusaders to break
open the shackles,

For every throat that was dangerously thirsty; he had
the power to create infinite mouths slavering with
excess water,

For every watch that had abruptly relinquished to
function; he had the power to create infinite clocks
ticking at electric speeds,

For every Albino engulfed entirely with a coat of
appalling pink skin; he had the power to create
infinite beauties with the most charismatic of flesh,

For every house that had been diabolically pulverized
to raw dust during war; he had the power to create
infinite palaces; blended profusely with glittering
gold and silver,

For every demon wandering at will on this earth; he
had the power to create infinite angels to valiantly
defend the world,
For every heart pathetically broken; he had the power
to create and bind infinite having just taken birth,

His power to create was simply unprecedented; his
process of evolution was simply boundless and beyond
the most unimaginable degree of comprehension; and
that is why he was not only mine; BUT EVERY PERSON'S
ALMIGHTY CREATOR

poem by Nikhil Parekh
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Based On Sin

Focusing on sin which is the basis of religion,
you get more of the same thing.
This ends up being our drama of the world,
forever spiraling in a swirl.
For if we are suppose to be born in sin,
Jesus came to show us how to live.
We can make people feel guilty and this is what you get,
making people concentrate on negativity and forget.
Forget that they were never separated from the Source,
and of course never meant to feel guilty or shamed,
but we need someone to blame.
Blame it on the Devil, blame it on God,
blame on someone somehow.
The Source brought us here to create,
create in this physical world and be great!
WrittenBy Christina Sunrise on December 15,2011

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Originality

I may fall,
but I will always get back up,
Nothing in this world can stop me
from getting back on top.
For we are all are at the top of our own game,
No two people are alike or even the same.
We all original and create likewise,
No duplications in God’s world,
nothings under disguise.
Everyone is unique and totally great,
We create Who We Are every single day.

Written by Suzae Chevalier on October 5,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Conscious Intent Of The Mind

We all create with our mind
and so it is we find
so much diversity that challenges our days.
We create the freedom and the uneasiness
of movement in our own maze.
Some come in with humble beginnings
and never create any beauty.
Some come in with silver spoons
and believe it is not their duty
to contribute the seeds of kindness
and therefore their creations
become lost in a maze of blindness.

Some come in with a world of pain
and see right through it, don't let it remain.
For they've found the secret for happiness.
They revel in the sun and in the rain.
The secret is to never think of the future
and focus on the now.
And then the pain can be dealt with
as we uncreate it somehow.

So as humans we must learn to create
the thing that makes us content.
We must work at it every day
and make it our conscious intent.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Eternal Soul

In a world full of chaos and strife
When everything seems out of control
Fragile physical bodies cling to life
Unaware of;
The resilience of “The Eternal Soul”

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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If you create an act, you create a habit. If you create a habit, you create a character. If you create a character, you create a destiny.

quote by Andre Maurois
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Which Disease You Suffer From?

Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies thin suffer
from, 'Anorexia Nervosa'.
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies muscular suffer
from, 'Bigorexia Nervosa'.
Those who are having an obsession
to make their bodies perfect
suffer from, 'Athletica Nervosa'.
Those who are preoccupied with an
imaginary defect of their body
suffer from, Body Dysmorphic Disorder”.
Those who love their bodies
while yelling, “To hell with the world”
suffer from, “Narcissistic Disorder”.
Those who refuse to take care
of bodies while shouting, ” To hell with it”
suffer from, 'Diogenes Syndrome'.

Hey! Buddy, Which disease you suffer from?

Dr Hitesh C Sheth
05/05/2009

poem by Hitesh Sheth
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The Extasie

Sat we two, one another best,
Bodies were left; souls rose and met.
They transacted their love at best.
Struck by the sight of their bodies,
Motionless, the souls asked themselves:
‘Our bodies why so we forbear?
They are ours, though they are not we.’
We are flames and they are matter.
‘We owe them thanks because they thus
did us, to us, a first convoy
yielded their forces, senses to us.’
The souls returned to their bodies,
And declared in solemnity:
“To feel love, we live in bodies.”
29.10.2008
[ Based on the poem with the same title, written by the famous love poet John Donne 1572-1631]

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Your Body the Chip

why? why bother embedding chips
onto the human bodies when the
bodies themselves are the most
foolproof chips? the aliens posed
to earthlings how to really put the world
under surveillance

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Busy Bodies

So you think that you have seen her
When youre lying in between her
And you tell me that you dont care
Busy bodies getting nowhere
Evrybodys getting meaner
Busy bodies
Caught in the concertina
You check her outline
Break her regulations
You watch her legs through several
Service stations
Busy bodies
Very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Now youre ready for the merger
With the company youre part of
And you do the dirty business
With your latest sleeping partner
Youre becoming
Automatic
Busy bodies
Out playing with the traffic
You want attention
You try my patience
With the best intentions you are nothing but a nuisance
Busy bodies
Busy busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Now youve given your performance
Though the matinee was idle
And you find that a wave of her right hand
Could seem so tidal
Just a second
Satisfaction
Busy bodies
Temporarily out of action
You wash and brush up
You want to dress up
You want to kiss her
But shes busy with her makeup
Busy bodies
Very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere (x6)

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My burning desire to create

MY BURNING DESIRE TO CREATE

So intense and so powerful
Like a furious burning fire
My desire to create is so powerful
So painful and so throbbing
Like a hungry child crying for food
My desire to create is so hopeful
So rigid and so consistent
Like a passionate entrepreneur
My passion to create is so unshakeable

Every hour that passes by I want to create
Every moment I spend I long to create
I have a living urge and desire to create
A living passion to express myself
A burning desire to live my true life

Sometimes I hide myself in the midst of business
At times I deliberately cloud my space with my busy life
Sometimes I try to hide away from my passion to create
Sometimes I try to narrow down the size of my passion
But regardless of all my efforts my desire always finds me
I am so transparent inside, my passion to create
Has invaded all my privacy inside
So strong and so powerful
Like a helpless child looking for love and security
My desire to create is so seeking and so burning.

poem by Tsholofelo Mooketsi
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The tendancy of liberals is to create bodies of men and women-of all classes-detached from tradition, alienated from religion, and susceptible to mass suggestion-mob rule. And a mob will be no less a mob if it is well fed, well clothed, well housed, and well disciplined.

quote by George Eliot
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In This New Year....

New Year is coming …….
This time I will not open my eyes
I will see world though the eyes of my child,
i will be happy in all the things she cherish upon
…try to match to her intellect
I will try to make my own language like hers
We both will create our own culture
We will create our own religion
And will not be paranoid
towards sub culture we don’t understand
We will be smiling to everyone we know
And we don’t know,
We will welcome anyone in this earth, who smiles,
We are scared of noisy things,
And will stay away from them,
We will be pleasant to see people blissful
If we express love, we will not call them gullible
We will create a paradise of emotional fools!

poem by Tara Chettur
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