I realized that we were all sort of conspiring, well, not conspiring against each other, but all this cloak and dagger stuff and I was like; what is this?
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They were conspiring to desert us in the night and steal some of our horses... we engaged a spy.
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People should be allowed to document evidence of criminal wrongdoing. Where is the expectation of privacy if someone is conspiring to commit crime?
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Ocean of Treasures!
An ocean of treasures nurtures
no greed or anger or any such
feelings for the sting rays of
a blazed up sun or for the conspiring
eastern black clouds....
August 6,2009
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My Deranged Mind!
if I am in my solitude
or even i feeling sad
its because my touch
don't reached you yet
My tears are following yours
desperately seeking
A way to escape
this enamored affair
And to pine away and finaly
die!
Time takes me and you
conspiring until now
to make us days and months
hiding one of another
But we are seconds and minutes
I am minute hand
I don't know about you, love
but i am in rush!
'My face blushed
my body shaked and quaked
in my deranged minded'
Exhausted,
I dont realized
not even you,
who invented many hours for us
And so, it was late, it was night and....
'My face blushed
my body shaked and quaked
in my deranged minded'
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It has no enforceable standards to stop a union from conspiring with employers to keep another stronger union out or from negotiating contracts with lower pay and standards that members of another union have spent a lifetime establishing.
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Song Of June !
June sings for me, a song
of a rain cloud, which has
lost its way in a desert storm,
haunted and chased
by the conspiring rays of
of a burnt up sun
but found its way back
to a green hill to sing
again a song for me....
June 11,2009
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Out to Disobey God
She's on a smear campaign
And she does that quite well.
Wasn't it God who first said...
'Adam, don't listen to Eve,
She will turn this Garden into hell! '
But she and her serpent friend were on a mission!
They were out to disobey God.
And that has presented these current conditions!
She's a liar and has always been that way.
She screams and yells of being raped.
To escape her ills from her self hate.
And she is behind the devastation taking place.
She's an evil conspiring wicked sick bitch!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dysinsomniac
Worlds hum slowly in my sleep
I drown in dreams; their shadows deep
Like gypsy women’s ancient art
Lull an ischemic heart.
Birds are restless tonight,
In degrees and not in kind
And Fukushima and Dai chi
Are just structures of my mind.
Myriad greens have waylaid me
To Plato’s land of forms
Conspiring wickedly
To throttle sympathy.
I too had my share of storms.
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040310f Would You Be Like My Golfballs
stinging on my toes
i know i must be sitting
here for so long or i'm not
doing it properly, pinching
nerves; that's what they say
i'll walk a few steps; i'm okay
my golf balls are gathering
in the corner as if converging
conspiring to go against me
but so far nobody attempted
to jump and hit me on the head
although i putt them so often
after i'm done i get clean-wipe
they could feel my warm hand
watch me so happy hitting a cup
after that i leave them alone
is your love life close enough to that
minimum attention but never thrown out
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The incognito of lower class employment is an effective cloak for any dagger one might wish to hide.
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Luv Your Stuff
(myles goodwyn)
Published by mfg sing sing music/socan - ascap
Everytime I get restless, I see my hand knockin on your door
And everytime Im in a fix baby, I start actin like I need you more
Well Ive been lookin for someone to talk to
And Ive been searchin for a better way
And Ive been runnin all over town, girl
Ive been lookin each and every way, yeah
But you got somethin special
And Im bein on the level with you
You got that thing that moves me, yeah
(great stuff, luv your stuff), mmm, I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff), at five oclock in the morning
(great stuff, luv your stuff), still cant get enough
(great stuff, luv your stuff)
Livin like a fool in flames
You know that I been usin you, girl
And Im the one to blame
But babe, I got my cupboards all stocked and ready
What you get girl, is what you see
And youve been lookin inside my head now
And you got your arms wrapped around me, mmm
I got no thing for our candy
Its your lovin girl, that gets me down
You got that thing that moves me, yeah
(great stuff, luv your stuff), ooh, I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff), send the bill in the morning
(great stuff, luv your stuff), I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff), get busy
I got no sense of reason, I know I gotta make a deal
Its all comin down to somethin baby, its tellin me I got to get real, huh
I got my senses in a tuft, Im all mixed up, my temperatures starting to rise
And I cant seem to stay away from you, girl, I think its more than we realized, yeah
Wont you look what its doin
Its your lovin girl, that gets me down
You got that thing that moves me, yeah
(great stuff, luv your stuff), ooh, I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff), Ill pay the price in the morning
(great stuff, luv your stuff), ooh, I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff)
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Dagger Through The Heart
(Dolly Parton)
Oh, you're out there tonight with another
And my pain is so dreadfully sharp.
I picture you with her and shudder,
It's like a dagger through the heart
Do you think that my feelings don't matter,
Or your cheatin' or hurtful remarks
When you leave me all broken and shattered
It's like a dagger through the heart
Oh, I know I'm a fool to keep stayin'
When you've made hurtin' me such an art,
Tossed around like a used box of crayons,
It's like a dagger through the heart
Oh, you cut me to pieces so often
Like a knife or a poisonous dart
I would be better off in my coffin,
It's like a dagger through the heart
Oh, I know I'm a fool to keep stayin'
When you've made hurtin' me such an art,
Tossed around like a used box of crayons,
It's like a dagger through the heart
Like a dagger through the heart, through the heart
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Brave the storm
Contemptuous clouds were looming largely.
Their overhead disdain exuded warm
phlegmatic drivel on me angrily.
Conspiring gales abet the raging storm
and thunderous claps reverberated
abusive oaths, some four-lettered words -Bang!
And boom! - resumed throughout the tempested
display. Below, I protested-harangued:
' I stand amidst your heavenly vengeance
composed and wet. Your threats of torrent might
impress the faint of heart. And if by chance
you see me tremble -not because of fright.
I shiver because I am cold my friend.
So Rain! Blow! Clap! I'll brave it till the end.'
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Global Conspiracy
The song says
Don't say things you're going to regret
And don't let fire rush to your head
For every single day you find -
(I can read your mind, I can read your mind)
Such lofty pride that rides
I am the Eye in the Sky looking at you
Hollow power inside can't hide
I can change your mind, I can change you too
Now try to park your fears
For the Eye is here, in full time watch
Knowing all your detailed years
Surely your mind it tries to catch.
The net is spread and ready
Your paper trail leads the way
It owns you quite entirely
And controls what you think and say.
It can even schedule when you die
Or cause your untimely demise
It is the conspiring Eye in the Sky
It can fill your life with its lies.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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To The Wind
Hey Messenger, what do you do
Traversing along hill and land and water
Simply pretending to construe
Waving shapeless hither and thither
Kindler of fire, collector of clouds
Aeolic by command natural
Kindler of bombers, collector of tears
In breaths of humans, aren't you unnatural
Hey Messenger, what do you do
Messaging along of love and hate
Simply pretending to be true
Hailing and wailing in conspiring haste
Call your Messiah, I shall ask
Your celestiality be checked up
Of your split hearts He shall hark
Hey Messenger, retort, don't simply pass up
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Stench Of Death
Why do you run away
from the primordial fear?
Of tight emptiness?
A shapeless entity of drifting psyche?
This was your home
where carcasses of cliches
hang from the doors of wisdom.
Unplanted seeds
of vacant connotations.
Inch by inch you were eating
your prophetic pauses
salt had become tasteless.
Counting the kisses of
moths on the screen
a candle burned furiously.
I never picked the colors of cloud, of rain, of blood.
What becomes of happening,
of being, of reaching?
The stones of truth are very sharp.
The roads were conspiring
insects collecting, under the surface.
Circling winds had
a heavy stench of death
but words were very intelligent.
poem by Satish Verma
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I would take lots of falls and you know, get shot three or four times and this sort of thing, so all that sort of stuff. And there are tussles with various characters. I like that kind of thing.
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On a daily basis there are some huge ones that are, sure, from time to time, but it is helping the reader sort through all this sort of gray stuff out there.
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I suppose my look, the way I play - you combine all that sort of stuff and that makes people interested in what I actually do. So then, when off-the-field stuff happens... I suppose it's one of those cocktail mixes.
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The Backward Glance
The youngest of the progeny from
the noble souls long since gone
The one propounding freewill
since metamorphosis has undergone
Got bequeathed with older siblings,
having perspectives gone awry
He stuck with convictions and
unsolicited advice did forever decry
The past love got embroiled in naiveties,
to be carried along the surge
He kept questioning the rationale
but no answers did ever emerge
A bundle of joy from the earlier union
became apple of pater's eye
With odds conspiring circumstantially
the little nestling had far to fly
Other associations proved fleeting with
a fair weather kind of substance
Some trailed off, while others lingered
for the reasons most askance
Subsistence has been a mixed bag
with motley shades of blues
It's time now that I can laugh about
most past tints, shades and hues
poem by Sunny Chopra
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