When people learn no tools of judgment and merely follow their hopes, the seeds of political manipulation are sown.
quote by Stephen Jay Gould
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This We Have To Know
we sow seeds
but we never come back
for the future fruits,
that is not the reason
for our sowing
we sow the seeds
as we travel along
the paths of our pains
we may have sown
the confusion and those
that follow us always wonder
where we are heeding
we are heeding to a place
we have never been to
so how can we ever know
oh, we too follow
the beatings of our heart
as we fall part by part
as we keep on the start
always carrying that dart
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We have the tools, but we have to learn how to use them. That is my political philosophy.
quote by Harri Holkeri
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Tell All The People
Tell all the people that you see
Follow me
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Set them free
Follow me down
You tell them they dont have to run
Were gonna pick up everyone
Come out and take me by my hand
Gonna bury all our troubles in the sand, oh yeah
Cant you see the wonder at your feet
Your lifes complete
Follow me down
Cant you see me growing, get your guns
The time has come
To follow me down
Follow me across the sea
Where milky babies seem to be
Molded, flowing revelry
With the one that set them free
Tell all the people that you see
Its just me
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Follow me
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Well be free
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Its just me
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Follow me
Follow me down
Follow me down
You got to follow me down
Follow me down
Tell all the people that you see
Well be free
Follow me down
Tell all the people you see
Follow me
You got to follow me down
song performed by by Doors
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Stock market and the goodwill
Seeds selected were good.
The time sown was good.
The time of harvest missed,
The seeds sown went as waste
21.06.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Seeds Of War
When the seeds of war are sown,
hardly is it ever known
who has planted it
and what for?
Was it about
blood and gore?
When the seeds of war take root
it's hidden reasons make us mute.
Why was it planted
and by whom?
Was its purpose
doom and gloom?
When the seeds of war are grown
never is it ever shown
how it is planted
in men's mind?
How it's made them
all so blind.
When the seeds of war do thrive
many will not be alive.
They'll be planted
in false graves.
These seeds propel
how the world behaves.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Manipulation Got You Tripping
Lead me on then, tell me whatever you want me to know, yeah just tell it to me, I'll will absorb it, I'm so dumb I will remember it
Manipulation got you tripping
Oh for real, we going to do that and that and go here and there and be together forever
Manipulation got you tripping
Did all this and that, thought I was doing all the right things to make things straight for us Manipulation got you tripping
Dang for real, oh yeah, all this time this was only gonna lead to this and me feeling sick Manipulation got you tripping
Oh that was cold, got me here while you over there talking to him
Manipulation got you tripping
Alright, it is what it is then, I guess I ain't wanted here no more
Manipulation got you tripping Well yo gat damn, time to be the Nupe I am and wake up my fans
Manipulation got you slipping, cause now I'm dipping
poem by Coker George
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Gone Unknown By Those Who Feast
Some are born to sow beliefs,
To seed the growth of their feeding.
With a sewing done to aid their flourishing.
Many sit to watch a seeding sown,
To gather from a harvest...
With a feeding of their selfish needs shown.
And those familiar with others,
Misrepresenting the dispersement of their deeds...
Gone unknown by those who feast.
Are the least concern where it is they go,
To sow with a planting of their feet.
With tools provided to allow them to eat,
From 'Whom' bestows those seeds kept to grow.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Light Of The Day
hmmm...
Will my love, will my love be unsolved?
Still as I wander, though I'm nearly done
I can see, I can see I'm alone
Time understanding the seeds that I've sown
Understanding the seeds that I've sown
I could see by the light of the day that has gone, oh oh
I could see by the light of the day that has gone
Thinking of days that I whittled away, now they're gone, gone, oh oh
What did I find was there?
Gone, gone, oh oh, now will my heart find where?
hmmm...
I can see by the light of the day that has gone.
song performed by by Kula Shaker
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Reaping What You Sow
There's an open secret, one you must have known
In this world we live in we must reap what we've sown
And our deeds like little seeds which'll surely grow
To show the world like movie the seed that we sow
Many plant mangoes expecting apples to grow
Forgetting the law which says 'You reap what you sow'
A tale I'll tell you of a wise old fool
Who did all in his power to bend this little rule
He sowed so many evil seeds while alive
And saw them grow into evil trees before his last count of five
So learn from this story, be you friend or foe
In this world we live in we'll reap what we sow
poem by Olamilekan Adewoyin
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Following The Sickness
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
Fighting our own shadows, fooled by our enemies.
They are the ones you just can't see.
The unaccepted theory is rejected yet again.
But still the chorus plays.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
To whom it may concern.
A poetic letter, dressed in feathers.
Does it make it any prettier?
A distraction from the purpose.
Delivering the simplest of messages.
And still they are not heard.
Oh no they are never heard.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
And man is yet to learn.
And man is yet to learn.
Foolish know it alls.
A change in circumstances will cause a sudden fall.
A broken bone, or ego?
A laceration or a severed artery?
Is it serious or superficial?
An inflamation that just won't go down.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
And it has brought me here.
A million passersby's.
An angelic looking sky.
Prying the heavens for just one peek.
I wonder if it has what I seek.
A cure
A cure
For this world.
Follow the sickness.
As the bodies dropp the fire burns.
And man is yet to learn.
If you are ever lost just follow the sickness.
Its everywhere.
Just go from there.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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On The First Of Seven's Night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
for the world, ag'n christmas sight
on the first of seven's night
when the light of heaven is light
it's the world of two thousand seven bright
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
see, she is smiling in alone
ah! in love she is gone
'n' now she has got the tone
to say! to wish a new morn..ing
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
oh! it's the hit of 12'o clock
but who are they in morning flock
look it's you 'n' that is me
in between it's bond of thee
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
hey! who is playing these notes so cute
it must be octaves from lord krishnas flute
no! on the first of seven with the rythm inherent
a boy to a girl with the happys of heaven
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
and you! what are you doing over here
go to the fields and harvest your share
my blackberrys ripen with the dawn of the sun
hares and birds may already be having there fun
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
sown for you blackberry's delight
on the first of seven's night
poem by Amit Ranjan
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Seeds
in the fertile fields of our beings
tiny seeds are sown
and they always grow
and become flowers
they also exude scent
and display bright colors
to the sun
and they wilt before
we know it
simply because we are too busy
we could have given
these seeds enough time
to see how they become
themselves
so beautifully that we could
have adored them
even in a single moment
a very brief moment
yet we didn't and now we are sad
in this regret
this reminiscing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nature Succeeds Where Man Fails
What seeds, I threw
across the window, grew
as custard apple saplings, fast,
surprising all who came and looked aghast
and wondered how miraculous things could happen thus!
The seeds within the bird-droppings
Find domes and steeples, gopurams,
To grow so well that people often ask,
‘Can plants grow without soil and only rain,
Deriving nutrition from merely air? ’
Yet, farmers till the ground until
Forehead sweat falls and rain and sun
Can’t germinate the seeds sown well,
As tears fill eyes as crops don’t grow:
‘O God, they cry, why are we so unblessed? ’
At times, man may not reap what he may sow,
Until God-blessed, allowed by God;
He knows what, when, how much to give
Each person, as he well deserves:
God’s words decide our labour’s fruit.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 18-10-11
poem by John Celes
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The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words.
quote by Philip K. Dick
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Reach Out
If you can reach out across the miles
giving lots of smiles
life will one day reward you.
If you can reach out across the miles
and rekindle a flame
that may have lost its glow
in time the seeds of happiness
will begin to grow
and contentment within
will stand fast with you
for the seeds you have sown.
poem by David Harris
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Rock of Security
The only security in this world, is the Rock of Jesus Christ,
The only Truth, men must herald, in an age filled with strife,
As present trouble is unfurled, in darkness, at times so rife,
Christ is the hope of our world, a Light needed in every life.
Whatever the world's instability, God's the only explanation,
It is God that people must see, in Christ and His Revelation,
Only God in this land of the free, deserves man's exaltation,
All those in a fallen society, desperately need His Salvation!
Today as many think of survival, in a land that trusts in God,
We must talk of spiritual revival, all across this land we trod,
As men face this present trial, we will fall with a political nod.
If we continue the present denial, we'll only see Christ's Rod!
Righteousness is what we need, this, through the Lord Jesus,
For if His Truth we do not heed, judgment will fall on all of us,
We can't follow the political lead, as they deny righteousness,
Righteousness all must concede, isn't a part of political bliss!
Leaders all across this land, are in urgent need of God's Truth,
This so they'll understand, as a nation we face God's reproof,
In His Word, God makes a stand; read His Word to see proof,
To receive blessing, by His hand, we must return to His Truth!
Where Angels Play
Come with me to a place no likes Ive ever seen
A million miles from here where no one's ever been
God-given rays and a holy heaven phase [?]
I'm on the edge of something shadowy
I'm coming through
'Ok, let's fly,' she says, 'this carpet's made for two'
This room be [?] a little box, no place for me and you
Our carpet falls on a dew-fresh daffodil plain
Take a look around, there's something happening
All the colors fade
I don't want you now, bang bang bang gone
Ooh I don't need you now, the seeds are sown
Ooh bang bang pretty pretty, bang bang
I don't think so, no no
I don't think so, no no
Bang bang, bang bang
Out below the country rolls like a mighty boiling sea
The warm red sun gives up and sinks into the tree
But I've no pill [?] I can't stand here betrayed
Take a look around there's something happening
All the colors fade
I don't want you now, bang bang bang gone
Ooh I don't need you now, the seeds are sown
Ooh bang bang pretty pretty, bang bang
I don't think so, no no
I don't think so, no no
Bang bang, bang bang
song performed by by Stone Roses
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Follow Me
You’re hanging over a precipice,
looking down; you know you are going to fall.
At the last moment, a hand grasps yours.
A stranger whom you cannot see.
Slowly they haul you from your fate to be.
Their face you still cannot see,
but their words echo around you,
come on my brother follow me.
Foot holds come one at a time,
safety is now assured.
Slowly you move upwards,
one-step at a time along the way.
At the top the stranger is waiting,
his face blocked by the sun.
His voice is gentle and serine,
come on my brother follow me
You climb to your feet and follow,
as he begins to lead the way.
In his footsteps, you follow,
each and every day.
You learn things with every step.
You learn to have humility,
with everyone to you chance to meet,
a lesson well learnt and greet.
You still hear his words,
come on my brother follow me,
you still have a lot to learn,
and I have little time to teach thee.
You follow him through dangerous paths,
but no ill falls upon you.
You follow him until your dying day,
and into the next life to.
And, all the time his words,
they seem to follow you,
come on my brother follow me.
You walk where he walks,
and see what he sees,
and when its time to part,
his words are still with you,
come on my brother follow me.
poem by David Harris
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Children of Our Age
We are children of our age,
it's a political age.
All day long, all through the night,
all affairs--yours, ours, theirs--
are political affairs.
Whether you like it or not,
your genes have a political past,
your skin, a political cast,
your eyes, a political slant.
Whatever you say reverberates,
whatever you don't say speaks for itself.
So either way you're talking politics.
Even when you take to the woods,
you're taking political steps
on political grounds.
Apolitical poems are also political,
and above us shines a moon
no longer purely lunar.
To be or not to be, that is the question.
And though it troubles the digestion
it's a question, as always, of politics.
To acquire a political meaning
you don't even have to be human.
Raw material will do,
or protein feed, or crude oil,
or a conference table whose shape
was quarreled over for months;
Should we arbitrate life and death
at a round table or a square one?
Meanwhile, people perished,
animals died,
houses burned,
and the fields ran wild
just as in times immemorial
and less political.
poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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The Burn
Chorus:
Bad is better than the burn
Some people never learn
Bad is better than the burn
Ill take the blame its my mistake
One heart goes free one heart just aches
Its an easy kill within my range
I made the break honey you kept the pain
And yesterday means nothin to me now (doesnt matter)
Ill keep it hid youll live somehow
Bad is better than the burn
Truth is better than a lie
Some people never learn
Bad is better than the burn
I fished loves kiss from the wishing well
Wound up in heaven stayed around for hell
Its a common crime to live this lie
I see no point after love has died
Ill be the one who said good-bye (oh yeah)
And Ill take the heat for the tears you cry
Bad is better than the burn
Truth is better than a lie
Some people never learn
Bad is better than the burn
Bad is better than the burn
Or the hurt thats hidden in the heart
They say you pay with what you earn
Bad is better than the burn
Cold is the shoulder that turns away
Curses the man on judgment day
Damned by the brand done too soon
Crawled out of this house and howled at the moon
(guitar solo)
And yesterday means nothing to me now
Ill keep it hid, youll live somehow
Bad is better than the burn
Some people never learn
Bad is better than the burn
Bad is better than the burn
Truth is better than a lie
Some people never learn
Bad is better than the burn
Bad is better than the burn...
song performed by by Starship
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