The path of sound credence is through the thick forest of skepticism.
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Forgotten River
The forgotten river,
Lonely in the thick forest waitinf for your love;
The forgotten river,
Lovely and nicely prepared for your muse in the thick forest;
But, the big ship has now collided on the high seas! !
Maturiy of character,
Along the coast of Italy! !
But, it is an extraordinary thing that someone recommended for you;
For, i am the forgotten river in the thick forest.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Its attitude, which it has preached and practiced, is skepticism. Now, it finds, the public is applying that skepticism to the press.
quote by Thomas Griffith
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When one admits that nothing is certain one must, I think, also admit that some things are much more nearly certain than others. It is much more nearly certain that we are assembled here tonight than it is that this or that political party is in the right. Certainly there are degrees of certainty, and one should be very careful to emphasize that fact, because otherwise one is landed in an utter skepticism, and complete skepticism would, of course, be totally barren and completely useless.
quote by Bertrand Russell
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When one admits that nothing is certain one must, I think, also admit that some things are much more nearly certain than others. It is much more nearly certain that we are assembled here tonight than it is that this or that political party is in the right. Certainly there are degrees of certainty, and one should be very careful to emphasize that fact, because otherwise one is landed in an utter skepticism, and complete skepticism would, of course, be totally barren and completely useless.
Bertrand Russell in Am I An Atheist Or An Agnostic? (1947)
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Nowhere To Be Seen
The flying bird is up high in the sky to take a view,
But my lover is nowhere to be seen;
So take a message to my lover if you find her,
For in the thick forest i rest my head.
The green vegetation is around me and the blue sky above me!
Oh, how i hope that you would find her;
For this thick forest is my lonely place,
But maybe this flying bird could find her one day.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Heart May Be A Lonely Hunter
thick grass
a forest of trees
a man lives there
and his heart is the lonely hunter
maybe
and may be for a time
when the grass is thick and the forest of trees lush
there is a time
for opening
for going and going back home
where mother and father keep the waiting
and your one and only
smiling
waiting for the warm embrace
the sad one
thinking always for your coming
back home
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Locks On a Closed Door Eventually Rust
Why turn your back on atrocities now?
Like thick and wicked pricks,
On a path uncleared in a forest that sits...
You and I and those who spy,
Are surrounded and in the midst of it.
Where did you believe you could go,
To enjoy a way of life without stones thrown?
Or find a clearing suited for your uninvolvement!
Even locks on a closed door eventually rust.
And no one alive escapes dust!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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But if, on the other hand, we should be justified in rejecting it, if there testified on oath, then, supposing our rules of evidence to be sound, we may be excused if we hesitate elsewhere to give it credence.
quote by Simon Greenleaf
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Wednesday's Wood
Wednesday's wood,
Deep in the forest for the women to carry;
But you've brought much trouble upon me!
Hunt,
Angry,
Hurt,
Acquire,
Possessions,
Oppression;
But after 21 days in the thick forest,
I will find my way back home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I've encountered a lot of people who sound like critics but very few who have substantive criticisms. There is a lot of skepticism, but it seems to be more a matter of inertia than it is of people having some real reason for thinking something else.
quote by K. Eric Drexler
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Lightwave!
Like a dark midnight hour,
Walking in the thick black forest,
The roaring lions all over,
Without rest nor a stopover,
Finding no path nor any clue
Cutting through the dark night
Lightwave! ! !
In my life of sorrow,
The melancholy that clouded me,
That agony blinding my sight,
All over, issues of the heart,
Issues of life and issues of love,
Finding no path nor any clue
Lightwave! ! !
Minding every step you take,
Seeing not where you walk,
Blackout! The absence of light
Bleak being the next move,
Without hope and faith
Lightwave! ! !
You came when I needed you more,
Where were you all along,
In darkest hours I seeked for you,
Im glad you came along
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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We All Have Pains
Bib, Bible!
Moving,
So fast and so quick!
But, i've seen your true colours on this love;
So, come to me my sweet one.
Ali, Mali!
Life is like that at times;
Because, we all have pains.
Tables, vegetables!
Come in very slowly because of the thick forest around;
And let me watch your steps through this narrow path,
For, i've seen your true colours on this love.
Business call!
I just got out of bed and, i need to see your face;
For, you're the soul of my heart and,
You will always be mine.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Like A Prostitute
Why are you dressed up like a prostitute towards me tonight?
For your feet were never at home when i visited;
And what i heard was that,
All the men around played with your breasts.
You seduced them with your smooth words and,
You are almost naked in your clothes tonight;
But i will walk away alone through the thick forest and,
Through the dark forest to save my name tonight!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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On That Path
I'm on that path,
So was my mother,
I'm on that path,
Just like my brother.
I'm on that path,
I didn't know my father,
I'm on that path,
And i am the master.
I'm on that path,
upon the good, straying from evil.
I'm on that path-
There is no cheating.
I'm on that path,
God knows i need him.
I'm on that path,
and i hope i'm never leaving ;)
the HEARTbraker
poem by Madina Morr
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A Dark illusion
Walking in a dark path
No help reached out to me
Walking in a dark path
Blind and still can't see
Walking in a dark path
Heart beats no longer heard
Walking in a dark path
Not even the sound of a bird
Walking in a dark path
Where am i is this real?
Walking in a dark path
No, it cant be, I've healed.
poem by Yolanda Salas
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Swift Melody
Of course the melody was swift,
Calling itself a realm then,
My swift defiance of this maelstrom
Met with more disagreements.
For the sounds of grace met eternity
As this sound of the treading was forever.
A path mainly swept by the wind
Became my annoyance once more
As it meandered through the dark forest
As a bell of much importance.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Forest Of Souls
The path was dark and shadowed,
They walked as their children followed.
Through the forest to the feild,
For time they shall not yeild.
Lost souls on their paths to fate,
As the reach eternals gate.
The path was dark and shadowed
They walked on as their children followed
The darkness is overcoming
As if to bow before what they are becoming.
They walk with their eyes ahead,
with nowhere to go but where they are lead.
They walk with family, with lovers,
As the mist lightly huvers
The path was dark and shadowed,
As they walk on with more coming to follow.
Their souls are lost, their hearts are gone,
As they walk through the woods as they walk on.
They carry the memories with them,
They leave all their feelings behind them.
Now they walk as one,
Until all but an empy shell is gone.
The path becomes dark and shadowed,
As more people come to follow.
The souls of men, of people,
As they all come, all the people.
They walk through the forest, through the wood,
Down the path of fate, past where they once stood.
The path is dark and shadowed,
As more and more people follow.
They walk past trees,
And plants and bushes, past all of these.
They walk, an empty shell, their emotions and their being...gone.
The souls walk on.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Malaysiana - At the Kapit Jungle Produce Market
the chopped up boa
chunk and chunk
of floral leather
geometric design
of a forest digested
smooth and thinly oiled
each log is a thick
pinkish cold proof of life
the forest was a haven
for the boa that had slithered
its length and breath,
to come out a tough
and marvellous piece
of its habitat
the samba deer stares down
at its own cut out body parts
bleary eyed, otherwise as good as alive
its flesh is a bastion of robust health
tissues that like the boa's
had digested the forest
to reveal its magic forces
its oily shiny brown hair
with traces of yellow
is also a thick jungle of vigour
the animal though
is now chunk after chunk
of heartchilling flesh
soon to greet pots and pans of buyers
i coldly marvel at the ability
of the forest to give rise to
such an admirable velvety ecology
which sadly will be lost at the hands
of its reckless neighbours
people who despite warnings
from the heavens, continue to
snarl earth of its green
leaving patches and patches
of concrete jungles, polluted air and
a near ecological disaster
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Megalith (Homage to the Macedonian poet Mateja Matevski)
The forests have shrunk back to the forest
holed up with the howl
of the last wolf -
the sound of time dying.
The seas have drained back to Sargasso
soup-thick with their dead:
the stench of time threshing.
And some of the old stones dragged and stood up
at the flinty beginning of hatred
by the river that once was
still stand, only half-wrecked,
their fissures expressionless.
poem by Anthony Weir
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Baidoo
To gain access to the forest is like,
To gain access to your love;
And, you are like one of the smart waiters around me!
But, let me break the jink.
Of the forest of love that muses with my heart!
For, my mind is now set on you like the eternal blues of love;
And i will always wait for you my sweet one,
Because, you are the very one that my heart had been searching for.
Baidoo my lover!
receive my muse and take in my message;
For, to gain access to your love is like,
To gain access to the thick forest!
And, i will always do my best to wait for you always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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