People are concerned, here again, about life, and haven't given a whole lot of attention to how you make fathers responsible for the lives they bring into the world.
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In Every Way!
how many people are blind?
how many people are deaf?
how many by choice?
perhaps you still have jobs,
homes, food to eat, medical care.
perhaps you have investments,
a way to retire....
perhaps your family is happy,
and well taken care of...
i hope so for you!
millions of people hurting,
millions in need...
millions of children hungry,
millions who cant get an education.
millions enslaved by poverty,
millions left alone....
people with faces and names.
all of these are normal people.
whatever their language, their religion,
their sexual orientation.
all of these are people just like you.
and many of these have families,
just like you!
is it their fault they're victims?
perhaps they've worked their whole lives.
male, female, young, old.....
all people,
with mothers and fathers....
all people....
and no, America is not free.
the news we watch is tainted.
the truth is hidden from us.
killing people around the world
does not make us free....
books are being banned and burned,
prejudice and discrimination are rampant.
we have forgotten we are responsible for each other,
we have forgotten we are all immigrants here.
there are no illegal people,
all people are just people.
freedom demands equality,
in every way!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Can Hear You
i am here i can hear you.
but just like them i need not bother.
we are all free
we have our own light
freely given
we are responsible for our own lives
now
you too, no one can be responsible for you.
if you die, die alone.
if you cry, cry alone.
if you smile, and laugh, that is a decision.
if you die, that is a decision.
if you live, that is another decision.
a choice.
an ocean of choices.
an ocean of choices over a continent of options.
take your pick
and be yourself.
me? i choose to live. I choose to be happy.
i choose to be responsible. I don't bother sad people
or happy people.
I scratch my back when it itches.
i set the correct time for my ejaculations.
i sit and relax at my own pace.
i take a walk and breathe. I fill my lungs with so much air.
I float like a cloud. I jump like a grasshopper.
I see like the sun.
I fly like an eagle.
I get high sometimes
and get so low sometimes
but i care about myself
and live my life the way i want it.
i don't humiliate myself with making other people responsible for me.
I can do it.
I don't want other people to drive my car for me
i have hands.
I don't let people open the door for me
i have fingers.
I live my life. That is my business.
I am a breather, that is what i do.
When life does not have meaning anymore
like a wall
i bump it on the wall and then i go.
I know where. I decide that too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Illusive Change, Yet For Whom
I'm tired of trying to bring about change and make a difference,
Maybe the world too is tired of fighting to bring about change,
But who will make the change if the world is tired as well.
Yet as men, we do have a part to reinstate the goodwill,
And for whom is the change? Will it be yours or theirs - once?
Me or you and them? If i try to make a change, is there a chance?
Maybe it won't be befitting into your own space,
And if you try to change it, will it include my life in it?
I'm tired of trying to change the world, because the change
That I want does not fit into other people's lives.
Somehow maybe there should be a compromise,
But compromise - it seems - has a hard time
Fitting itself into this world. So, how am I to find a change,
And be a part of a conflicting world that is suppose to be for you and
Me... A wish to just survive and live satisfactorily, but how...?
poem by Jona PoloRamirez
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Inequalities in the world
So much corruption,
so much hurt,
so much pain going on in the world,
so many people are treated unequally,
they haven't heard of equality,
they're exploited for everything they have a way of living from,
and we see the poverty infront of our eyes,
but it seems however hard we try,
it's always worse than before,
all these bloodthirsty wars,
pulverising our morals,
corrupting our purified souls,
grinding away at our faith,
discrimination progressing,
slowly generates hate,
predjudice blossoming angrilly on a dead tree,
so many people,
so many lives,
so many children are blatantly deprived,
so much greed,
so much is unfair,
we need to pull together for their welfare,
so many families struggling to survive,
all of these people have difficult lives,
yet we're complaining about working from nine till five,
if we swapped lives,
we wouldn't survive,
so why don't we realise,
that they're so many people,
so much of them are deprived?
We need to work together,
work as a team,
we can make this better,
we can make the world gleam.
poem by Emily Summers
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Don't Bring Me Down
Pay the rent, make the dent
Break the routine, smell the stench
Take the pill, just for thrills
Sitting on your silk screen beds
Taste the dirt of a world
Full of violence and regrets
Take a bite out of life
Don't bring me down (Down, down, down, down...)
Don't bring me down
Don't bring me down
Don't bring me down
Turn your back, get in sack
Twisted faces, heart attacks
Suicide, selfish pride
Fornication, broken lives
Ecstasy, casualty
Peace of mind, wipe it clean
Take a bite out of life
Don't bring me down (Down, down, down, down...)
Don't bring me down
Don't bring me down
Don't bring me down
Down, down
Down, down
Down, down
Down, down...
mmm, mmm
mmm, mmm...
song performed by by Feeder
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Who Am I?
who am i?
i'm not the girl who is fine,
when i'm in pain,
it's a whole another,
who am i?
i'm not who you think i am,
if i was,
would i think suicide is the way to go?
who am i?
i'm a girl who make wrong desidions,
but, does that make me human?
who am i?
i'm a girl who looking for a way out,
of this hell people call life,
haven't found my reason to stay,
am i giving up way to easy?
cuz i'm sick of being in pain,
and people seem to tell me,
i might have to deal with this the rest of my life,
if that the case, can i just end it?
end the misery i'm in day after day,
tried it once,
people don't see my cry for help,
if you don't have insurance,
it like you don't matter,
they don't want to help you,
they see it as you wanting attention,
maybe that is the case,
i just want to be pain free,
is that so much to freakin ask for?
6-8-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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Also Love Those Foreign Others
Your world view.
And my world view,
Are two world views...
With many more too!
And their world view.
Is not our world view.
But unlike you...
Regardless of what's in our minds to think.
We ought to get together.
Respect our sisters and our mothers.
Our fathers and our distant brothers.
And also love those foreign others,
To us.
Who are like sisters and our brothers.
To us.
We've got to one day get together.
And not fuss.
To make our lives together better.
Your world view.
And my world view,
Are two world views...
With many more too!
And their world view.
Is not our world view.
But unlike you...
Regardless of what's in our minds to think.
We ought to get together.
Respect our sisters and our mothers.
Our fathers and our distant brothers.
And also love those foreign others,
To us.
Who are like sisters and our brothers,
To us.
We've got to one day get together.
And not fuss.
To make our lives together better.
Loving with a trust.
Respect the sisters and the mothers.
Do it we must.
Our fathers and our distant brothers.
Do it we must.
And also love those foreign others,
To us.
Who are like sisters and our brothers.
We trust.
We've got to one day get together.
We must.
To make our lives together better.
We must.
To make our lives together better.
We must.
To make our lives together better.
We must!
Together.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Kinds Of People
Theres a time for love, and a time for healing
You cant go back and undo whats been done
Word of mouth, time is revealing
Just how far weve let this kingdom come
Hand in hand, were finding our way
And today is just tomorrows yesterday
Some will die for you; some would lie to you
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Turn the world around, tear the borders down
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Yeahhhh
A kiss of life, and the hand of faith
A boy grows up into his fathers son
And he learns to love, hes been taught to hate
To carry on the way it has been done
All our lives its debts to repay
And then someday we can put the past away
Some will die for you, some would lie to you
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Turn the world around, tear the borders down
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Some will die for you; some would lie to you
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Put your fear away, find a better way,
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Yeahhhh
In a moment, things can change
One look behind and its never the same
Some will die for you, some would lie to you
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Turn the world around, tear the borders down
Theres all kinds of people in this world
(all kinds of people of people in this world)
Some will die for you, some would lie to you
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Put your fear away, find a better way,
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Some will die for you; some would lie to you
Theres all kinds of people in this world
Put your fear away, find a better way,
Theres all kinds of people in this world
song performed by by Sheryl Crow
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Fathers Eyes
I may not be every mothers dream for her little girl,
And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world.
But thats all right, as long as I can have one wish I pray:
When people look inside my life, I want to hear them say,
Shes got her fathers eyes,
Her fathers eyes;
Eyes that find the good in things,
When good is not around;
Eyes that find the source of help,
When help just cant be found;
Eyes full of compassion,
Seeing every pain;
Knowing what youre going through
And feeling it the same.
Just like my fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
Just like my fathers eyes.
And on that day when we will pay for all the deeds we have done,
Good and bad theyll all be had to see by everyone.
And when youre called to stand and tell just what you saw in me,
More than anything I know, I want your words to be,
She had her fathers eyes,
Her fathers eyes;
Eyes that found the good in things,
When good was not around;
Eyes that found the source of help,
When help would not be found;
Eyes full of compassion,
Seeing every pain;
Knowing what youre going through,
And feeling it the same.
Just like my fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
Just like my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
Just like my fathers eyes.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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If This World Was Mine
If this world were mine, I would stop people from killing each other.
I would give money to the poor.
If this world were mine, I would stop people from selling drugs to little kids.
If this world were mine, I would make sure that kids would go to school.
I would make sure there was enough food to eat.
If this world were mine, I would stop the war.
If this world were mine, I would make sure fathers paid child support.
If this world were mine, I would try to make this world a better place to live in.
If this world were mine, I would stop people from drinking and driving.
If this world were mine, we would all love each other as one.
poem by Bryson Garrett
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You
where are you?
to take my pain
to make me smile
to hold me
to make me laugh
to take the tears
to tell me everything will be alright
where are you?
is it in the future
is it now
are you ever going to come
where are you?
haven't I been through enough
haven't I already lost my feeling of love
aren't you going to help me?
fix me
bring love back to my life at all?
how long do I have to wait?
poem by Adalia Ortiz
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Almighty God, creator of everything (in reply to Breyten Breytenbach)
Almighty God, creator of everything,
let me ask in Your holy name
that the unrighteousness that is happening,
now draw Your attention
that the names, the occurrences, the whole lives
of everyone who is oppressed
become written in Your immortal book
give the opportunity for a life to us, that we also
may earn a living, also may have a place
in our country and are not be trampled upon
by people who want to rob, the little that we have
that we have earned with difficulty
and protect us; shelter us
in your laager, with fire
that You draw around us, around our properties
and let we forgive them,
who are sincerely striving for our destruction,
who do not grant us employment,
are trampling upon our human rights
and let the forces of evil flee away from us,
let evil succumb to Your Godly power
since the whole world belongs to You,
every government, country and kingdom
is under Your sway
and may we remember like our fathers,
how faithful Your Godly salvation is,
may our lives be just as sincere
and may the wide world see us
as people of integrity
but more than this, more than the salvation
that You are bringing,
let we testify about Your endless love,
bend our knees to only You.
[Reference: 7.8 Onse milde God van alles wat soet en mooi is (7.8 Our generous God of everything that is sweet and beautiful) by Breyten Breytenbach.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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With No Where But Lower To Go
You haven't dished anything on me,
I haven't dished on my self.
Or left spilled milk left to dip.
I'm living my life with a faith I believe.
And not doing it passing judgement,
As many do...gleefully!
Those who hide and backbite too.
Are accustomed to slither the way they do.
Some of them want an attention they get.
And some no one can befriend!
They perceive this as a weakness.
With a disrespecting they begin!
Anyone that hasn't been mentioned,
In enviroments where snakes reside...
Are not the ones that are decided,
Their lives are to be criticized.
Only the ones who attempt to get things done,
Are subjected to some dirt thrown to appease for fun.
With something,
Whatever it is...
To malign and despise an affliction on someone.
These are the times and the days of our lives.
And those living 'downlow' are the most miserable.
With no where but lower to go.
And tears to cry to expose and show.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I just wish that every responsible and concerned person would step back regardless of race and gender and just take a closer look at what's really going on in the world today, and say enough is enough!
quote by Lonnie Earl Johnson
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Our Level Of Responsibility!
our level of responsibility
far deeper than our occasional
stabs at compassion, and truth...
when we sit down to eat, and eat
far more than we need, and throw
the leftovers out... we are
responsible fot the hungry!
when we go to sleep at night, in
houses too big and too plush, we
are responsible for the homeless...
when we drive our SUV's around for
no reason at all, burning excess
gas, we are responsible for the
oil spills...
when we vote people in office,
whose agenda is profit at all costs,
we are responsible for countries
invaded...
when we turn our backs and walk away,
or stick our heads in the sand, we are
responsible for the loss of human rights...
when we allow the banning of books, and
legislation against free speech, we are
responsible for ignorance, and allow
ourselves to be enslaved!
responsible, every thought, every intent,
every action!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I am concerned about the whole man. I am concerned about what the people, using their government as an instrument and a tool, can do toward building the whole man, which will mean a better society and a better world.
quote by Lyndon B. Johnson
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Ode To The Forgotten
Ode to the people who were forgotten
They were once loved and cared for
Ode to their lives
Everyday they hurt
While in desperation for love
and generosity.
Ode to their heart
That was torn apart viciously
With little consideration
Of their inner feelings
Ode to their memories
That bring back happiness
Or to the ones
That are very vague.
Ode to those who have tried
Those who haven't given up
The ones that will keep climbin
For them life hasn't been easy.
poem by Mizz Midnight Fire
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Every Kind Of People
Every Kinda People
Robert Palmer
Words & Music : Andy Fraser
Notes : Aussi interprte par "Mint Juleps"
Said the fight to make ends meet
Keeps a man upon his feet
Holding down his job
Trying to show he can't be bought
Ooh, it takes every kind of people
To make what life's about, yeah
Every kind of people
To make the world go 'round
Someone's looking for a lead
In his duty to a King or creed
Protecting what he feels is right
Fights against wrong with his life
There's no profit in deceit
Honest men know that
Revenge do not taste sweet
Whether yellow, black or white
Each and every man's the same inside
It takes every kind of people
To make what life's about, yeah
Every kind of people
To make the world go 'round
You know that love's the only goal
That could bring a peace to any soul
Hey, and every man's the same
He wants the sunshine in his name
Ooh, it takes every kind of people...
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Fathers Are The Men From Sky
Fathers, the men who are like a pen
We never can see whatever is going on inside them
But suddenly that pen is finished and then?
Fathers, the men who try hard for the pleasure of their family
They just want the less for themselves because of the comfort of their children
Looking forward to spend a day with his family in a place that is hilly
Fathers, the men who justify the wishes of their children to their own wishes
They just live to see the victory of their children and family
But their life sometimes is as short as the golden fishes
Fathers, the men who are noble, they leave their tired face out of the house's door
They came in with a happy face, but we know they are tired from inside
We know that they are sad from the core.
Fathers, the men who listen to the pain of family members
People who are powerful to solve the problems and hard conditions
But no one has the ear to understand them; they just talk with the embers
Fathers,
Warm and kind people who never bother
Fathers,
Who are unique in their way, after them there is no tother
Fathers,
Are the men who are like the kind brothers.
poem by Ellias Anderson
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Choice of attention - to pay attention to this and ignore that - is to the inner life what choice of action is to the outer. In both cases, a man is responsible for his choice and must accept the consequences, whatever they may be.
quote by W.H. Auden
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