For my own part, I abandon the ethics of duty to the Hegelian critique with no regrets; it would appear to me, indeed, to have been correctly characterized by Hegel as an abstract thought, as a thought of understanding.
quote by Paul Ricoeur
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Then I Met You
Then I met you
Thought that Id be happy
Going to be so happy
Living life alone and never sharing anything
Thought that I was finished
Thought that I was complete
Thought that I was whole instead of being half of something
Thought that I was growing
Growing older, wiser
Understanding why this world held nothing for my spirit
Thought that I was destined
Destined to be nothing
Destined to be nothing in this world and then I met you.
I met you
Thought that God had failed me
Thought my prayers were useless
Thought that he would never give the chance for me to praise him
Thought the book was written
Thought the game had ended
Thought the song was sung and I could never sing another
Thought my faith was misplaced
Thought my back was broken
Broken by a weight that I was never fit to carry
Thought I knew this city
Thought I knew all about it
And then one night I went to morningside and you were waiting
I met you
song performed by by Proclaimers
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There is not less wit nor less invention in applying rightly a thought one finds in a book, than in being the first author of that thought.
Pierre Bayle in Dictionairre Historique et Critique
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The winner
When one loses
Hope
A positive thought
Revives it
When one is full of
Hope
A negative thought
Loses it
When one is defeated
If one thinks
I can do it
One can taste victory
A thought derived from
Introspection
Changes
Deeds and behavior
Of a person
A careful thought
Can avoid difficulties
A balanced thought
Can give justice
In the battle of life
One who thinks
Rationally, objectively
Honestly, positively
Passionately, correctly
In all possibilities
Is likely to emerge
As the winner
05-03-2012
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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In Private Conversation
When I accepted,
To take a mission I was given...
It was in private conversation,
And the information 'mine'.
When I was told those obstacles,
Would be my own to remove...
Others thought I needed help,
And they brought judgements...
And 'their' rules.
But...
This was my own ambition,
And my mission.
I had brought ammunition,
To complete my own deeds.
This was my own ambition,
And my mission.
Although...
Those who offered their critique,
Thought their steps would hinder me.
Those who offered their critique...
Not a clue they knew that I had keys.
When I accepted,
To take a mission I was given...
It was in private conversation,
And the information 'mine'.
When I was told those obstacles,
Would be my own to remove...
Others thought I needed help,
And they brought judgements...
And 'their' rules.
Those who offered their critique...
Not a clue they knew that I had keys.
Those who offered their critique...
Not a clue they knew that I had keys.
Those who offered their critique...
Not a clue they knew that I had keys.
This was my ambition and my mission.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Microphone Fiend
Yo, I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Shot grabbed the mic and try to say, yes yall!
They tried to take it, and say that Im too small
Cool, cause I dont get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
One after the another one, then I make another one
To dis the opposite then ask if the brothers done
I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine
But I dont need a cigarette, know what I mean?
Im raging, ripping up the stage and
Dont it sound amazing cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, cuz its sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
E-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
E-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
But back to the problem, I gotta habit,
You cant solve it, you silly rabbit
The prescription is a hypertone thats thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like heroin
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And Ill put you in a mood or is it a state of
Unawareness? beware, its the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An assasinator, if the people aint stepping
You see a part of me that you never seen
When Im fiending for a microphone.
Cause I take it to the maximum, I cant relax see, im
Hype as a hyperchrondriac cause the rap be one
Hell of a antidote, something you cant smoke
More than dope, youre trying to move away but you cant, youre broke
More than cracked up, you should have backed up
For those who act up need to be more than smacked up
E-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
A smooth operator operating correctly.
A smooth operator operating correctly.
A smooth operator operating correctly.
A smooth operator operating correctly.
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Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated ...originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated ...complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated ...originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated ...complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated ...originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated ...complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated ...originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated ...complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
cause Im an e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly
A smooth operator operating correctly
A smooth operator operating correctly
A smooth operator operating correctly
cause Im an e-f-f-e-c-t
song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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At The Edge Of....
at the edge of the universe,
there is a door....
that leads to the center of understanding.
it's as far away as your most abstract thought,
as near as the vagrant leaf blown
against your window by the storm.
as complex as Einstein's theories,
as simple as the screwdriver and the screw.
be it eternity, or a dropp of rain...
be there any difference?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Something More
there is a part of me in you,
in every move you make,
every thought you think,
in every sleepless night...
there is a part of you in me,
in every time i do the right thing,
every gentle and good thought,
in everything i believe...
there is a part of us in God,
and a part of God in us;
that cannot be seperated
and still feed the flame of living.
there is a part of love, and the whole,
written by our destinies.
you and i, and something more,
that words cannot define.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Fluidity
a part of me dies
while another part regenerates
a thought dies
while another thought blooms
as i walk by the sea
for every step i put forward
the one behind gets washed off
there're times i earnestly wish
i were dead:
a willing suspension of
all senses i think i perceive
i'm in constant flux of
breath and no breath
thought and no thought...
tell me, my friend
should i pride that
i know you?
25mar2010
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Mark this well, you proud men of action! you are, after all, nothing but unconscious instruments of the men of thought.
quote by Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel
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I Want To Live On An Abstract Plain
Ive had it with this town
I never saw those shifting skies
I never saw the ground
Or the sunset rise
I want to live on an abstract plane
Im building a frame
A place to put my ten-yard stare
Thinking of that paint
Painted in plein-air
I want to live on an abstract plane
I need a new adress
I want some new terrain
Is it north or south?
I want to live on an abstract plain
I could sit on the roof
On top of that abstract house
See my abstract view
An abstract mouse
I want to live on an abstract plane
I need a new adress
Tell me Im not insane
Is it up or down?
I want to live on an abstract plane
song performed by by Frank Black
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As we enter into the 110th Congress, it is imperative that we address ethics reforms needed to make this institution run correctly.
quote by Jo Ann Davis
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Helen Oyibo Onojovwo [ For Your Self Denials, Which Has Made Me What I Am ]
Three decades ago
When you thought
You where going have me
From dad, you faced persecution
And I thought you where
Going to murder me.
,
Two decades ago
When you had me
And it seemed the world
Was coming down on you,
From dad you faced persecution
And I thought you where
Going to abandon me.
.
Years ago when I was goin
To be a man
And the burden was becoming
Too great for you alone,
Me and my sisters,
On your shoulders alone.
And I thought you were going
To give up on us.
But yet, you did not
In your greatest suffering
You never left us to suffer alone,
In your greatest need,
You did not sell us out
Instead you gave us life
And kept us alive
My lioness!
If I were to be born again
I would come through you
You had been more than a father
A mother, a brother, and a sister
All put together
And I'm always proud,
To call you my mother.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Reborn to Rebuild
Returning to claim what's mine...
Others may find impossible!
Road blocks set,
To have this denied with regrets...
Are set without understanding,
The power of desire!
And I do have dreams...
I alone envision.
It is my own decision,
To confront the tasks I make.
Breaking boundaries I choose to create.
Reborn and it feels great!
To rebuild but not abandon my fate!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Favorite Poem
My favorite poem
I'll write tomorrow
I'll put in every thought
without regrets or sorrow
It's the one I'll express
myself in complete
the one with details
but someone discreet
My favorite poem
will be my masterpiece
It will be presented to the world
in a song of peace
It's the one that'll describe
the essence of truth
the one I'll prescribe
to bring back our youth
My favorite poem
will be written tomorrow
I'll put in every thought
without regrets or sorrow.
poem by White Tiger
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Troy
She thought it is real love
But she also seeks for freedom
He thought it is a gift of god
But it is also a hidden curse
They thought it's only a matter of heart
But it becomes a fate of the country
He wants his love back
But actually it is his wounded pride
He excuses it as a battle of honor
But it is actually a war of greed
They thought it is a fair consequence
They didn't count the sacrifice the others should make
Why for love they all could hate
Why for life they all could hurt
He doesn't care about love
All he wants is the glory
He thought it is to fulfill the pledge
Now all he yearns is to go home
They thought it is a simple mission
But actually it forces them to question their loyalty
He thought it is love worth to protect
Even though it costs his life
He always expected to be a great ruler for his kingdom
But he could put it aside and be a good father
They thought it's a part of their duty
But it also a choice of their destiny
Why hero should raise from tragedy
Why lover should bloom from enemy
He thought that love is courage
He wants to prove it by becoming a warrior
He acts like he is a respectable ally
Though he feels like walking on the tip of the sword
They thought they have control for what they doing
But in the end of the day what they got
She has a warning about love
But no one would ever listen to her
She has long be abandoned
Now she would get her revenge
They thought they are too weak to involve with their future
Now they'll struggle with their own power
Why men leave only to fight
Why women left only to pray
When the divine lead their mortal player
And human trapped in their desire
The legend would be born
And the myth would be written
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Man From Pakistan
This man was walking, down by the curb,
He had lost his saddle in the mud.
This guy was crying, tears from his eyes,
Part of his body was paralyzed.
I thought it was a dream.
Strangest thing Ive seen.
Oer and oer and over, til I think I dont exist.
So I went up to him, and asked him what
He was doing, and who he was.
He said his memory had been dilluted,
He said he once was electrocuted.
I thought it was a dream.
Strangest thing Ive seen.
Oer and oer and over, til I think I dont exist.
He said hed come from pakistan,
Where he was beaten by a policeman.
Thats why he walked, a duty crawl.
And acted like he knew it all.
I thought it was a dream.
Strangest thing Ive seen.
Oer and oer and over, til I think I dont exist.
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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When You Ask Me to Critique
When you ask me to critique,
With an opinion that is honest.
Don't expect me to deceive you...
With a sweetened tongue.
And the taste I leave you...
Hints of a bit of salt.
As you prepare to deliver to me pepper.
When you ask me to critique...
I go for the meat.
Not the heat,
When one may be wishing to be honey dipped.
Or perhaps thrown a kiss!
When you ask me to critique,
There is no sweetness dripped!
Unless the offering is fantastic.
And hits a spot I can not resist...
But sit,
And enjoy every nibble of it!
When you ask me to critique.
That's what I will do!
But I rather not to.
Since like you...
I don't enjoy everything I am served.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Willing To Nitpick The Details
I hate it when I am approached,
By anyone who tries to tell me...
I have unmatched sox on.
Or that my untied shoes,
Are on wrong...
And needing to be worn correctly.
Especially when I am late,
For a meeting I forgot.
There is always someone unsolicited,
With the giving of their opinion.
And willing to nitpick the details to critique!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everything depends therefore on encountering thought at its source. Such thought is the reality of man's being, which achieved consciousness and understanding of itself through it.
quote by Karl Jaspers
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Mea Culpa
Vaja con Dios
Even if thought
Mea culpa
The quilt is mine
Gaudeamus
Perdus oublis
Ubijeni svi
Nos habebit
The dawns
Les regrets
Pokajanja
Mea culpa
Tea culpa
Nostra culpa
Mois perdue
Even if thought
Humus
Quo vadis?
J’m appele
The road
I mnenje
U nadi
Avec Dieu
Con dios
Adios
Sa bogom
Zbogom
Go with God
Even if thought
My fault
The guilt is mine
Let us rejoice
Lost and forgotten
Killed all
We’ll be possessed
By the dawns
The regrets
Repentences
The guilt is mine
The guilt is yours
The guilt is ours
The ground
Where are you going?
My name is the road
And a foreboding
In hope
With the God
With the God
Goodbye
With the God
Goodbye
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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