The brain may be regarded as a kind of parasite of the organism, a pensioner, as it were, who dwells with the body.
quote by Arthur Schopenhauer
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The digestive canal represents a tube passing through the entire organism and communicating with the external world, i.e. as it were the external surface of the body, but turned inwards and thus hidden in the organism.
quote by Ivan Pavlov
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Harassed
Yeah yeah yeah
Well when I was a young boy
My mama told me:
"Blood's thicker than water"
That's what she told me
I don't give a damn anymore
I can't see what makes me so
I remember your criticism
I can't be an organism of your kind
Yeah (yeah), yeah, yeah
Well when I was a little older
My papa said:
"Son yours does not cry
Get your act together boy
Then get the hell out of my sight"
I don't give a damn anymore
I can't see what makes me so
I remember your criticism
I can't be an organism of your kind
Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah)
Your kind
Yeah (yeah), Yeah...
You watch the circles
You treat me so bad
I don't dare think it over
Yeah...(mutter)
I can't give.
I said "yeah!"
I don't give a damn anymore
I can't see what makes me so
I remember your criticism
I can't be an organism of your kind
Yeah (yeah), Yeah (yeah)
Your kind (x3)
song performed by by Puddle Of Mudd
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Parasite
i am a parasite
taking the best deal
of this body that extends
an arena for me to
zigzag through the world
sheltering me with its torsos
hair, skins, and whatever
so that nobody ever sees me
the heart alternates the world
between its beats and springs
a red sea with a million tributaries
where i take my refuge
when all has been traversed
and used up i just leave
and be another parasite on the sly
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Marching Together
marching together
means living together
as one breathing organism....
seeing beneath the skin,
beyond the differences....
and into the heart.....
letting go of self....
water becomes an ocean....
marching together
for justice and equality.
no excuses... what we fight
is bigger than the fight
that we've fought out of fear.
one breathing organism,
walking in the body
of God's dreams!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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In a broad systems sense, an organism's environment is indistinguishable from the organism itself.
quote by Kevin Kelly
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Let the Beat Control Your Body
-a- anita ; r - ray
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat contol your body
R: now the my beat control your body!
R: let my beat / let my beat
A: control your body/ the beat is running throw your vains/ control your body /when you let it penetrate your brain!
R: the booming system which plays in places / move your system, change these spaces / when Im on the mic you cant refuse / no one ever came to preach, I came to amuse / techno making; no mista
Never faking / always breaking it down, hey to a party / now let my beat control your body!
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
R: now let my beat control your body
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
R: let my beat / let my beat
A: control your body/ the beat is running throw your vains/ control your body /when you let it penetrate your brain!
R: its my beat now / its my beat
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body, yeah...
R: let my beat / let my beat
R: down with the forces how we go / the second to first just you to show / you just cant stand still cause you gotta move / you feel the bass line you feel the groove / my beat accepts you jus
You are / it drives you away just like a fast car / its my beat, it belongs to me / so let my beat control your body!
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
R: let the beat control your body!
A: let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body / let the beat control your body
R: now let my beat control your body!
A: control your body/ the beat is running throw your vains/ control your body /when you let it penetrate your brain!
A: let the beat control your body!
song performed by by 2 Unlimited (1996)
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Do you know the answer?
Who dwells in your brain most-
The woman won or the one lost?
Which dwells in your thought most-
The love won or the one aborted?
Who gives you pleasure most-
The woman won or the one you pined for?
I know the answer; do you know?
26.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Shell....
i once had
a beautiful body
many beg to
touch it
many want to
sleep with me
even without
any responsibility
i look at myself
in the mirror
grateful for this
body
i had conceit
like a prince
of arrogance
time is my enemy
my body wears out
skin is loose
and bones become
brittle
there is a squeak
when i walk
sometimes i
regret having this
body
since i never had
used it
the way others
want it
if they had it
i tell myself
that it would have
been better
if this body
is the body of the
one i love
it would have been
more useful
perhaps lovelier
and i would have
been happier
my body is silent and indifferent
it has no independent mind of its own
it is one of those shells
where the hermit crab dwells
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We Are Alive In The Moment Of Death
We are the nocturnal nightmares of fear induced
We are fear by which hope is reduced
We are the dead and the living the same
We are the board when your life is the game
We are as children hung from a rope
We are as children in fear of lost hope
We are the dead and the living the same
We are the board when your life is the game.
We are the silence of all that is night
We are the shadows scared of the light
We are the dead and the living the same
We are the parasite worms in your brain.
We are the killers of true passion in love
We are the angels of Hell’s mansion above
We are the wings upon which devils may fly
We are the fear and the tears that you cry
We are the dead and the living the same
We are the parasite worms in your brain.
We are the moon as we are the sun
We are the end and the story begun
We are the dead and the living the same
We are the board when your life is the game.
We are the children who beat you at school
We are the teachers that deem you a fool
We are the rotting as we are the fresh
We are alive in the moment of death.
poem by David Lacey
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The human body is essentially something other than an animal organism.
quote by Martin Heidegger
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Whew! !
i was told, not to worry
when i was yet a one-celled body
i died, and live again
as another complex organism, a tissue,
a seed, and then i sprout
and turn into a plant and then
i die again
and turn into another more complex body
a butterfly
metamorphosed into a bird
and then i die again
and born into the body of a cow
and then i die again
and born into the body of a man
whew! it is tiresome and
so hard to remember
what i did as a man,
they say i was once a king,
and then
into, a semi-god, and then i die
again and i turn into
a god, and so on and so forth,
with a point,
i should not fear death
because it is taking me into
perfection
a hundred and another hundred years.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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All In Your Mind
Happiness is a choice
It dwells within your mind
You only need to give it voice
It's not so hard to find
Sadness dwells there too
And tis a choice in kind
Whose dwelling choose you
To most often go to?
…After all…
It's all in your mind
poem by David Whalen
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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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Little Of It Will Be Done
When thinking is regarded an option,
Little of it will be done.
And those who choose to do it...
Will not be embraced or regarded favorably.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is an open question whether any behavior based on fear of eternal punishment can be regarded as ethical or should be regarded as merely cowardly.
quote by Margaret Mead
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Pensioners
Pensioner
There are problems in the land and you are a pensioner,
austerity is like a sweat horse blanket that doesn’t dry.
Medicine old people needs are getting more expensive,
and come to think of it isn’t old folks pension to high?
Many young people think so as their old age is far away.
Look at them the smug old bastards, have no mortgage
to pay, they are no good consumers don’t buy furniture,
and have savings in the bank. The new society doesn’t
need people who believe in old values, what silly notion.
So tax their savings and their medicine so they can begin
to feel our pain. They had the best of times when work
was plentiful, they lived at a time of copiousness, so let
them try how it feels like to be young today.
An old lady, on Zimmer frame, was robbed yesterday.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The Brain Is A Labryinth Of Lives
the brain is a labryinth of mysteries
large as space for us to criss cross
like a parasite we can make use of a
tiny wee bit corner of it for abundance
how we tap the sun at the edge of universe
the bonus i s we can throw in some figures
to get the confirmation that we are in control
and that it is our best friend when trust
with them is concerned
in the labryinth is a voluntary slave
who let himself be worked but sleeps
the night away at its own fancy
we work it, till it and thought
we own it until we are shakened
in the dead of night when an
an echo from some caves send us
a message with a voice not of our own
the brain is a labryinth of lives
past, present and future,
i am glad i sometimes could find
those i had lost dearly there
and always with tears,
the brain is a labryinth of God
I occupy only a tiny wit bit of it
the sun at the corner of the universe
i wait for Him to light up all the best chambers
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The true Church is not an organization, nor does one join it through the noisy mechanics of denominational machinery. Rather it is a living organism, a body, and believers are joined to it by the quiet working of the Holy Spirit.
quote by Cornelius Stam
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Body Mine
This solar system mobile
slowly rotates
moved by a tiny breeze
I imagined just might
come from me below
breathing.
This was the silence of me.
The blank day was still
as the inside of a deep vault
no sound outside
no sound from within.
I sank into the moment;
my breathing muting itself
wanting to see
how comfortable
I was with the me
lying there.
Stillness is a severe test.
Then a quiet shudder
as I allowed an exhale longer
and deeper than usual,
this first shudder then
followed by another.
And another.
Breathing seemed to direct
my very being to another space
and my Body Being
in this circumstance
roused itself
came out
and displayed
its secret existence
which I
I realized
I ignore most of my life.
Startling to feel
Startling to realize
my thoughts leapt
to the idea
that this body was alive
separate from my mind
and had it own needs
goals and direction.
Startling to realize
that this my body
is alive in its own
right, separate from
me or my mind
but had separate Being.
I'd always thought that
aliveness was somehow
seated in my mind.
It and I talked.
It and I conversed
but what I thought
in that moment
did my body have to say?
What language does it speak?
I realized
had regarded it as a machine
to be feed or fueled
but not an entity
with its own Ideas.
For example,
does insecurity
lie in the mind
in the brain
or in the body?
What is a body idea
anyway, separate from
my head?
Can a body dream?
All of this was startling
and to this day
I'm still seeking answers
to questions
with more questions still.
Where does my mind start
and my body end?
Not sure.
but one thing is clear
bodies domain
is sexual;
and it wants to live.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Scarlet And Sheba
Scarlet wants to hold me, wearing just a red-veiled hat
Sheba's in the shadows waiting for her turn at bat
In the parlour where the lights are low
A vulture sister act, I watch their show
They're trying to kill me, want to pick my bones
Methodically, erotically
I just want your body, Sheba
I don't want your brain
Scarlet gets what's left of my remains
I just want your body, Sheba
You lock me up in chains
Scarlet, she can referee the game
Scarlet likes to scold me, showers me with all her love
Sheba's in a bad mood, sharpening her black fur glove
With blood and honey attitude
They'll never know my gratitude
I'm crossed with longitude and latitude
Upon my back... with a crack
I just want your body, Sheba
I don't want your brain
Scarlet gets what's left of my remains
I just want your body, Sheba
You lock me up in chains
Scarlet, she can referee the game
I just want your body, Sheba
I don't want your brain
Scarlet gets what's left of my remains
I just want your body, Sheba
You lock me up in chains
Scarlet, she can referee the game
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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