I am not one who was born in the custody of wisdom; I am one who is fond of olden times and intense in quest of the sacred knowing of the ancients.
quote by Gustave Courbet
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3 A.M. Eternal
This is Radio Freedom
KLF! unh huh, unh huh, unh huh, unh huh
KLF is gonna rock you
are you ready (unh huh, unh huh) [ANCIENTS OF MU MU]
here we go [ANCIENTS OF MU MU]
KLF is gonna rock you
are you ready (unh huh, unh huh) [ANCIENTS OF MU MU]
KLF, KLF is gonna rock you
KLF!
are you ready (unh huh, unh huh) [ANCIENTS OF MU MU]
(Eterrrnallll)
Eternal
KLF is gonna rock you, 'cos you hafta
Move to the flow of the pyramid-blaster
Bass ballistics . . . I'm gonna kick this HARD
An' you can catch it
Down with the crew crew
Talkin' 'bout the MU MU
Justified Ancient Liberation Zulu
Got to teach, an' everything you learn'll
Point to the fact that time is Eternal
It's Three A.M., Three A.M.
It's Three A.M. eternal
Eternal
KLF is gonna rock you
are you ready (unh huh, unh huh) [ANCIENTS OF MU MU]
here we go [ANCIENTS OF MU MU]
KLF! unh huh, unh huh
Eternal
Sample city, through Trancentral
Basic face kick, elemental
Swings, brings new technology
With K the L the F an the ology
The force comin' down with mayhem
Lookin at my watch, time 3 A.M.
Got to see that everywhere I turn will
Point to the fact that time is Eternal
It's Three A.M., Three A.M.
It's Three A.M. Eternal
Eternal
Eternal
are you ready [ANCIENTS OF MU MU]
here we go [ANCIENTS OF MU MU]
are you ready [ANCIENTS OF MU MU]
here we go [ANCIENTS OF MU MU]
KLF! unh huh, unh huh, unh huh, unh huh
KLF! unh huh, unh huh
KLF is gonna rock you
are you ready (unh huh, unh huh) [ANCIENTS OF MU MU]
here we go [ANCIENTS OF MU MU]
KLF is gonna rock you
are you ready (unh huh, unh huh) [ANCIENTS OF MU MU] (Eternal)
here we go [ANCIENTS OF MU MU]
are you ready (unh huh, unh huh) [ANCIENTS OF MU MU] (Eternal)
here we go [ANCIENTS OF MU MU]
are you ready [ANCIENTS OF MU MU] (Eternal)
here we go [ANCIENTS OF MU MU]
are you ready [ANCIENTS OF MU MU] (Eternal)
here we go [ANCIENTS OF MU MU]
Got to see that everywhere I turn will
Point to the fact that time is Eternal
KLF!
song performed by by KLF
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Sage Law Wisdom Learned
Universal law of life
respected wise people
knowledgeable wise
experienced seasoned
in wisdom life learned
Revered for wisdom
revered for good
judgement wisdom
long experience gained
really lifetime learned?
Sage law dictates
law of young born old
old soul life reborn
old soul new born
past lessons learned
Sixty at sixteen
pales beside wisdom
universal at five six
eyes watching
eye knowing
Eyes thinking
mind expanding
listening learning
absorbing time
prepare life purpose
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Wisdom and Fact
Propaganda painter
No Saint was S T Gill
Knowing that in England
Wisdom was not bliss
Wise man down in Adelaide
Thought he could alter this.
He packed his pics
With doctored bliss
That lured folks to Australia.
His bliss they found there lacking.
With wisdom still in tact
They sent the painter packing-
To goldfields, Melbourne, Sydney-this
Wise con-man died in failure:
Wiser knowing though for sure
That wisdom can't be bliss
When wisdom's faced with fact.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Wisdom oft times consists of knowing what to do next.
quote by Herbert Hoover
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The Old Scotish Cavalier
I.
Come listen to another song,
Should make your heart beat high,
Bring crimson to your forehead,
And the lustre to your eye;-
It is a song of olden time,
Of days long since gone by,
And of a Baron stout and bold
As e'er wore sword on thigh!
Like a brave old Scottish cavalier,
All of the olden time!
II.
He kept his castle in the north,
Hard by the thundering Spey;
And a thousand vassals dwelt around
All of his kindred they.
And not a man of all that clan
Had ever ceased to pray
For the Royal race they loved so well,
Though exiled far away
From the steadfast Scottish cavaliers,
All of the olden time!
III.
His father drew the righteous sword
For Scotland and her claims,
Among the loyal gentlemen
And chiefs of ancient names
Who swore to fight or fall beneath
The standard of King James,
And died at Killiecrankie pass
With the glory of the Graemes;
Like a true old Scottish cavalier,
All of the olden time!
IV.
He never owned the foreign rule,
No master he obeyed,
But kept his clan in peace at home,
From foray and from raid;
And when they asked him for his oath,
He touched his glittering blade,
And pointed to his bonnet blue,
That bore the white cockade:
Like a leal old Scottish cavalier,
All of the olden time!
V.
At length the news ran through the land-
THE PRINCE had come again!
That night the fiery cross was sped
O'er mountain and through glen;
And our old Baron rose in might,
Like a lion from his den,
And rode away across the hills
To Charlie and his men,
With the valiant Scottish cavaliers,
All of the olden time!
VI.
He was the first that bent the knee
When the STANDARD waved abroad,
He was the first that charged the foe
On Preston's bloody sod;
And ever, in the van of fight,
The foremost still he trod,
Until, on bleak Culloden's heath,
He gave his soul to God,
Like a good old Scottish cavalier,
All of the olden time!
VII.
Oh! never shall we know again
A heart so stout and true-
The olden times have passed away,
And weary are the new:
The fair White Rose has faded
From the garden where it grew,
And no fond tears save those of heaven
The glorious bed bedew
Of the last old Scottish cavalier,
All of the olden time!
poem by William Edmondstoune Aytoun
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Self-Portrait
Lucian Blaga is as mute as a swan.
In his homeland
a creature’s snow stands for the word.
His spirit is in quest
in age-old mute quest
since all times
and up to the ultimate bounds, without rest.
He is in quest of the water of which the rainbow drinks.
He is in quest of the water
of which the rainbow
drinks its beauty and non-being.
poem by Lucian Blaga from Unsuspected Steps (1943), translated by Dan Duţescu
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Art Consumes Flame Immortal Souls
What is the curse of no time
for any artist for all artists?
Art demands time
all consuming time
times of precise reflection
times of informative focus
times of intense productivity
times of perceptive clarity
times of felt vision testimony
times of account sensitivity
times of passion commentary
times of creative outpourings
times of artistic servitude
means art more demands
than a mere pound of flesh
art demands fibres of our being
art demands neurons identities
art demands touch sound stimuli
art demands light radiant souls
art demands devotes of the mind
art demands paid vision ransoms
art demands intense internal bleeding
art demands pain waltz symphonies
art demands epic universal certainties
art demands artists lifetime creations
art consumes flame immortal souls
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Oft Times Tis Better
Sometimes tis better
to not know the answers
Better to not know
what’s on the other side of the fence
Oft times tis better
To live in the not knowing
To allow one’s imagination
To indulge in suspense
Sometimes it’s better
The fact of not knowing
To let others enlighten us
Of the truth, not pretense
Sometimes tis better
To be dumb and be blind
To not see or to hear
What might torment one’ sense
Sometimes tis better
And oft times less bitter
Since oft times not knowing
tis one’s only defense
Sometimes tis better
To dwell in the darkness
To be a bit unenlightened of…
What’s on the other side of the fence
poem by David Whalen
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0004 Love and law; law and love
Law of love? Sounds good… so, tell me more…
Love of law? mmm…maybe…not so sure…
You can disregard the ancients –
label them Not Applicable – bin that bulky file…
or try to make some sense; and they insist
that love and law are so close intertwined
that together, they may tell
more than each other taken individually.
What might this mean? Where can we start?
Those ancients say that all this universe,
all this creation, is one single act of love;
love brings it forth, sustains it, nourishes it,
and so ultimately, it merges into love;
and by the laws of love,
which hold all forms by law,
our natural state is naught but love;
and knowing this, knows no injustice in ourself;
knows all as equal; knows no pressures nor compulsions;
knows no darkness; and no partiality or preferentiality;
and partaking of this universal love,
we’re therefore just, and light of heart,
and ready of response..
and so, this love, which knows ourself as love,
(for every creature's nature is pure love)
may love the laws which make our nature thus;
love the laws of love, and live as love;
so out of love, comes law;
and out of law, comes love.
only in this fleeting moment of the present
is our life lived;
and only if, in this continuous now,
love and law are present in each action,
may we make our golden future;
live a golden life, where law has made us free.
this, the ancients say; the proof is ours to live.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Child Is Sweet Any Day Of The Week
A child that's born on a Monday
holds beauty in sight and mind.
A child that's born on a Tuesday
is graceful, sweet and kind.
A child that's born on a Wednesday
is a treasure, so they say.
A child that 's born on a Thursday
sees a quest with each new day.
A child that's born on a Friday
is loving and freely gives.
A child that's born on a Saturday
shows great work through how they live.
A child that's born on a Sunday
is happy, carefree and gay.
I guess you could say that a child is
special, no matter what the day.
poem by Christine K. Trease
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Charles, A Man's Man
Today, do not mourn Charles, mourn
for all that know not Christ.
Today We bid a sad but fond farewell
to Charles. A sad farewell knowing that
we will sorely miss him. A fond farewell
knowing that he is in the arms of the
Father.
From this day forward he will make
foot prints in the sands of eternity and
walk with God through out the ages
poem by Jim Richardson
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Sometimes You
Sometimes you have to stand in the rain of the pain of your past.
Other times in the light of the ceaseless delights, of seeing, of knowing, of wisdom, of being.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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A Girl Like You
You go to sleep, I want to sail in your hair
And when you speak, you know you got to make sense
You want to say that it's me you know less
I say a girl like you, she was born to be blessed
My hands are yours, and you can take them from me
And take my mouth, I have nothing to say
I want to fly to some other place
I say a girl like you, she was born to be kissed
Born to be kissed
One thousand times and your sisters too
One thousand times, a girl like you
You're gonna say that you want to be free
But when you fall, you'll know you'll fall back to me
You want to fly, and there's no disgrace
I say a girl like you, she was born to be blessed
My hands are yours cause I don't know how to pray
Take my mouth, I have nothing to say
I lift my heart up to a higher place
Up to a girl like you, who was born to be kissed
Oh, born to be kissed
One thousand times and your sisters too
One thousand times, a girl like you
One thousand times and your sisters too
One thousand times, a girl like you
One thousand times and your mother too
One thousand times, a girl like you
One thousand times and your sisters too
One thousand times, a girl like you
Aw-w-w-w, yeahhhh
And your sisters too
One thousand times, a girl like you
Ooooh, one thousand times and your sisters too
One thousand times, I said a girl like you
Ooooh, one thousand times and your sisters too.
song performed by by Tom Jones
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Man is wise and constantly in quest of more wisdom; but the ultimate wisdom, which deals with beginnings, remains locked in a seed. There it lies, the simplest fact of the universe and at the same time the one which calls forth faith rather than reason.
quote by Hal Borland
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Beware Purchase Price Wisdom
‘may time on this earth add to your wisdom'
think is wisdom what you earnestly wish to attain
wisdom is so often born of hardship adversity
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Wisdom Is A Gem
Wealth is mere emptiness,
Compared to gems of Wisdom.
For knowing Righteousness
Is like posssssing a kingdom.
Like a weighing scale of Insight
Discerning right from wrong,
Guidance gained to shed light
In times of trials, it makes one strong.
Wisdom gives a better view
Of life and of Adversity,
It separates the false from the true
And reveals the way for Integrity.
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January 24,2010
Tarlac City
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Watch Dog
See
For yourself
That life-saving
Or life-making
Everlasting quest
Open-minded
Wholehearted
Dedic ated
Exercising that
And the intelligence
Of simplicity
Leads so often
To most wanted moments
The unexpected expected
Times of wisdom
And reflected rest
poem by Ellie Daphne van Stralen
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Quest
What am I looking for?
What am I searching for?
What quest is this, I know not?
Where does this path lead to?
Where is my destination?
What quest is this, I know not?
Is my quest worth it?
Or is it just a pursuit for
some goal or purpose?
Or is it an exploration of
the journey called life?
Or is it a crusade for
meeting with the Lord?
What quest is this, I know not?
Copyright©2011Rizvana Parveen
poem by Rizvana Parveen
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found Love Letter...bugger
My Dearest,
I think this is meant to be! ....... a test! this will make what we have so much stronger. To yearn so much is testament to this.
Thru out history lovers have steeled themselves to this very task.
I ask you my lovely to trust me. I am yours! only yours! .........
I am sorry my love, lol... but i am not going anywhere!
I long to look upon you, into your eyes, into the well of your soul-This is where home truly is...I feel safe here, as I did the first time: -)
Just think my love you will be the one looking into the sky! ... waiting... I too will be looking and waiting.
I remember the first time we walked up our hill, my god I was nervous, were you? I miss our walks so much, when I walk anywhere now I look at my shadow.. imagining/expecting you to be there. When we next come together I think we will walk some more! !
I have looked upon your pictures many times and many more no doubt, but I find these are hollow compared to what I yearn for; your flesh, your smell, your compassion, your wisdom....
My baby, I am sad because you are feeling what I am feeling, it is growing and wont go away-what is it my love?
I have tried being busy but that only keeps me away from hearing your sweet voice......
All i can think about is the next time we will meet? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? meet----MEET--my baby we are not going to, just meet! ! !
There is no word that can describe our forthcoming union,
the coming together of two old souls--souls who laugh at our dancing about,
restricted by society and 'proper manners'.
they are confused, the ancients--
'what are these fools doing? '---
'can they not sense the age old calling? '.-------
do they weep my love? for us? as I do! is that the pain we feel? ? ? ? ? ? ?
As you said my love....the light will guide us----
I believe with every thing that the ancients will watch over us....
x until next we talk. I cannot stand it to say good bye.......it is too final--------
I WILL see you
faithfully yours,
Trying to Know is to enjoy life
Shall I know
Who are you
And come to me
what for!
I know
knowing you
Is wisdom
I know
No difference
Between you and I
I know
Knowing self
Is power and strength.
Shall I know
Who am I
What for I here!
I know
Knowing is life
Try to know
Is to enjoy life.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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