I went in for an operation to remove a brain tumor.
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Renewed Self After Being Broken By Love's Illusion
you are not my reason anymore
for my arguments
i am my own reason
i chart my own matrices
i situate myself and
then claim my freedom
it is not easy to be weak
it is too inhuman for me to surrender
who are you? a tumor to my brain
a clot to my blood
a clog to my vein
i shall remove you from my system
i have more maps to draw
more places to hide
i am not afraid even if you hold me
i am hard as a nail i am slimy as my ulcer.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That's the trouble with being me. At this point, nobody gives a damn what my problem is. I could literally have a tumor on the side of my head and they'd be like, 'Yeah, big deal. I'd eat a tumor every morning for the kinda money you're pulling down.'
quote by Jim Carrey
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After the brain tumor happened, I realized I love acting, I've always loved it, I may never get a chance to do it again.
quote by Mark Ruffalo
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Live As If You're Getting What It Is
Remove the 'maybe'
From the things you need.
Remove the 'maybe'
From dreams you want to see.
Remove the heartache,
From those setbacks.
Keep on trying.
Your wishes with those wants,
Will someday end that teasing.
Remove the 'maybe'
From hope and faith.
Do whatever that hardwork takes.
Remove the sadness from your smile.
And live as if you're getting what it is...
And it's tasty!
Remove the 'maybe'
From the things you need.
Remove the 'maybe'
From dreams you want to see.
Remove the heartache,
From those setbacks.
And live as if you're getting what it is...
And it's tasty!
Spiced the way you like it,
And tasty!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some Questions In My Mind...
how does my silence
blend well
with the sounds of the cars
outside my hotel
window?
how can my prayer
co-exist with the heavy rain
tonight?
how can i be so helpless
despite these strong arms
these legs
this mind that probes like
a scalpel
to a restless tumor
in the brain?
how can i be so timid
against the rage of the other people's storms?
how can i not be myself
despite my
own knowledge?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bad Brain
I used to be an A student
I never used to complain
I used to be a truant
But I'm still the same
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain
I used to go to parties
I used to drink champagne
Now I'm beginning to feel the strain
Bad bad brain
I used to be in show biz
I used to have fortune and fame
I used to have pleasure and pain
I used to have a name
Bad bad brain
Now I'm on the Bowery
I can't remember my name
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain...bad bad brain...
song performed by by Ramones from Road To Ruin
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Sonnet: Cooperation
Co-operation is the sap of life,
Without which nothing can be realized;
Nor harmony be really devised
Amidst children/ citizens/husband/ wife.
No department can flourish without it;
No army however strong wins the war;
No earthly telescopes can reach a star,
Sans co-operation, a good habit.
Co-operation brings success in life,
In one’s family or in his work-spot;
And decides progress or a nation’s lot,
Solving, modifying, postponing strife.
One can succeed if spouse co-operates;
Man succeeds whenever God operates!
poem by John Celes
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Operation: Mindcrime
It just takes a minute
And youll feel no pain
Gotta make something of your life boy
Give me one more vein
Youve come to see the doctor
Cause Ill show you the cure
Im gonna take away the questions
Yeah Im gonna make you sure
A hit man for the order
When you couldnt go to school
Had a skin job for a hair-do
Yeah you looked pretty cool
Had a habit doing mainline
Watch the dragon burn
No regrets, youve got no goals
Nothing more to learn
Now I know you wont refuse
Because weve got so much to do
And youve got nothing more to lose
So take this number and welcome to
Operation : mindcrime
Were an underground revolution
Working overtime
Operation : mindcrime
Theres a job for you in
The system boy, with nothing to sign
Hey nikki you know everything
That there is to do
Heres a gun take it home
Wait by the phone
Well send someone over
To bring you what you need
Youre a one man death machine
Make this city bleed
Now I know you wont refuse
Because weve got so much to do
And youve got nothing more to lose
So take this number and welcome to
Operation : mindcrime
Were an underground revolution
Working overtime
Operation : mindcrime
Theres a job for you in
The system boy, with nothing to sign
Operation : mindcrime
Were an underground revolution
Working overtime
Operation : mindcrime
If you come to see the doctor
Yeah hell give you the cure
Operation : mindcrime
Make something of your life boy
Let me into your mind
Operation : mindcrime
Theres a job for you in the system boy
With nothing to sign
song performed by by Queensryche
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The Ballad Of Charles Whitman
(kinky friedman)
He was sitting up there for more than an hour,
Way up there on the texas tower
Shooting from the twenty-seventh floor. yahoo!
He didnt choke or slash or slit them,
Not our charles joseph whitman,
He wont be an architect no more.
Got up that morning calm and cool,
He picked up his guns and walked to school.
All the while he smiled so sweetly
And it blew their minds completely,
Theyd never seen an eagle scout so cruel.
Now wont you think for the shame and degradation
For the schools administration
He put on such a bold and brassy show.
The chance looked right, its adolescent
And of course its most unpleasant
But I got to admit it was a lovely way to go.
There was a rumor about a tumor
Nestled at the base of his brain.
He was sitting up there with his .36 magnum
Laughing wildly as he bagged em.
Who are we to say the boys insane ?
Now charlie was awful disappointed
Else he thought he was anointed
To do a deed so lowdown and so mean.
The students looked up from their classes
Had to stop and rub their glasses,
Whod believe hed once been a marine.
Now charlie made the honor roll with ease,
Most all of his grades was as and bs.
A real rip snorting trigger squeezer
Charlie proved a big crowd pleaser
Though he had been known to make a couple cs.
Some were dying, some were weeping,
Some were studying, some were sleeping,
Some were shouting texas # 1!
Some were running, some were falling,
Some were screaming, some were balling,
Some thought the revolution had begun.
The doctors tore his poor brain down,
But not a snitch of illness could be found.
Most folks couldnt figure just-a why he did it
And them that could would not admit it,
Theres still a lot of eagle scouts around.
There was a rumor about a tumor
Nestled at the base of his brain.
He was sitting up there with his .36 magnum
Laughing wildly as he bagged em.
Who are we to say the boys in
Who are we to say the boys in
Who are we to say the boys insane ?
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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If co-operation is a duty, I hold that non-co-operation also under certain conditions is equally a duty.
quote by Mohandas Gandhi
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Our Nation
Look at our Nation,
Defiled by discrimination,
Making a separation,
Between the present generation;
The younger generation,
Must take into consideration,
And give some useful information,
Using their modulus calculation;
To remove the obstruction,
Caused by the politician,
without any co-operation,
among the people of our Nation
Now, oncoming revolution,
Will provide a path of salvation,
For our Indian Nation,
To which I pay my ovation.
poem by Sangeetha Senthilkumar
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No-man’s-land
Sadness was invading my wounds. Again
I will dip my fingers in bleeding heart
to write a new poem.
A scythe cuts a cloud
that it was not. I reel under
the unexpected rain of wards.
You go up on top ladder
to jump in the hot cauldron,
no pain to drown in bones.
What was the meaning of living
with death daily and still smiling?
A candle makes a hole in your palm!
The brain has an infidel tumor;
if fails to grow and erase you.
You are absent to your being.
poem by Satish Verma
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The change began in Somalia, where we discovered that we were involved in an operation where there was no peace, so there was no more a peacekeeping operation because there was no peace.
quote by Boutros Boutros Ghali
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Little Weather
Operation little weather!
Thank you for everything;
For loving you had brought light to my heart,
And like the red apples in the land of your muse.
Operation little weather,
Where is Lady Moonlight? !
For a bottle of wine is okay for you,
But think twice of the children you've left behind!
And like the sunshine in my heart because of you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Rock of Cashel
My mother told me on the bus-
about the tumor in her breast.
She told me in that public place
I was stunned; She, self possessed
she was so calm- no hint of fear.
I was floored by what she said
I was very young back then
with limited knowledge of the dead.
Post surgery she did just fine.
It turned out the tumor was benign.
My mom would say “It’s not my time”.-
That was her way. She spoke that line.
She did possess that quiet strength
Bequeathed her from High Kings of old
She was a rock of Christian faith
From which derived her peace of soul.
She had that quiet confidence
Death itself held her in awe
Faith banished any fear of Death
who feared to linger at HER door.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Gain Using Brain
Think carefully thrice
Throw decisions' dice
On the fine brain-floor
Success will knock at your door
You must be brave
Do not think about the grave
Surely from worry-fever
You will soon recover
The World you must leave
But before leaving, you must leave
Principles for ambitious youth
Living in East, West, North and south
Make cowardice face death
For this stop fear's breath
Valuable thoughts you must contribute
Forever then the World will pay tribute
If thought -fertilizers are scant
How can grow brain-plant?
Let brain make the right move
Then only obstacles you can remove
Wonderful plans brain can easily invent
Any hardship it can surely circumvent
A sharp brain is hard-work's gift
For coming up in life, it is the lift
Man has developed great cultures
Remain the same all other creatures
The obvious reason is brain
Thinking is to the brain grain
Life-river when you cross
Hindrances will come across
So skilfully construct the brain-bridge
Keep guiding thought-boards in the edge
If brain remains dull and negative
How can actions become superlative?
Brain is the basic root
That gives sweet success-fruit
If life-land is arid
Sweat can help get rid
Of aridity which is a success -killer
Provided brain becomes an expert-tiller.
poem by Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman
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When You Pick the Ticks Off Monkeys
Your love for monkeys,
Leaves a lump right here...
In my throat!
And I get so emotional,
When you swing from branch to tree branch...
On a vine,
Swinging...
Like one who has swung on a rope!
And when you pick ticks...
From another monkey's fur?
I get teary eyed...
Just watching what occurs!
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.
Your love for monkeys,
Leaves a lump right here...
In my throat!
And I get so emotional,
When you swing from branch to tree branch...
On a vine,
Swinging...
Like one who has swung on a rope!
And when you pick ticks...
From another monkey's fur?
I get teary eyed...
Just watching what occurs!
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove thst itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
When you pick the ticks off monkeys,
You remove the itch.
You remove the itch.
You remove that itch.
Can you do this even faster?
And remove that itch!
Can you do this even faster?
And remove that itch!
Can you do this even faster?
And remove that itch!
And remove that itch!
And remove that itch,
Every bit!
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You removed the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You removed the itch.
Ooo ooo ooo ooo ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh,
You removed the itch.
You removed the itch.
You removed that itch...
From the tick inflicted monkeys!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The first rule of any technology used in a business is that automation applied to an efficient operation will magnify the efficiency. The second is that automation applied to an inefficient operation will magnify the inefficiency.
quote by Bill Gates
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When you remove the risk, you remove the challenge. When you remove the challenge, you wither on the vine.
October 19
(Dedicated to my boyfriend who passed away on October 19 2005 of brain tumor)
It has been some time,
October 19 was the last,
3 years and this stage still has no cast,
There have been attempts, oh there do,
But why can’t the play continue?
It has been some time,
The scripts are still from your line,
Back then, it sounded so fine,
It still is, but not to the mind,
Call it divine intervention but I call it divine.
Oh it has been some time,
A new cast is now here,
It’s the best so as I hear,
Should I let him come near?
But it means I have to replace you my dear,
Oh whisper to me, don’t dropp a tear,
I have a tissue but you ain’t near.
It has been some time,
And it still is.
poem by Missy Anna
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