Let's leave beside them in another pile all the injustices which exist in the northern state.
quote by Martin McGuinness
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We have to be willing to give up all the injustices of the past that did exist - and that do exist right now. When we become interested in liberation, we then become interested in that which transcends time.
quote by Andrew Cohen
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As Those Unconscious Sleep
If not for love of humanity,
Would they outspoken speak?
If satisfied with injustices,
Acceptable would these observances be.
Why are some thoughtful?
Why others not?
Why do many dropp their priorities,
To try to stop such inequities?
If not for love of humanity,
Would they outspoken speak?
If satisfied with injustices,
Acceptable would these observances be.
As those unconscious sleep.
Upon self righteous fantasies to keep!
These are the lives lived and wished.
To be as far away from those in need.
And complaining to others,
How those deserving have no right to exist.
How those deserving,
Should be ignored and dismissed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It is the maintenance of slavery by law in a state, not parallels of latitude, that makes its a southern state; and the absence of this, that makes it a northern state.
quote by William H. Seward
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In the Europe which was created by the Second World War, divided into two blocks, each in need of a revolution that would end the abuses and injustices of capitalism and the privileges of a bureaucratic caste, collective faith does not exist.
quote by Juan Goytisolo
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The state I am in
In my periods of self-imposed isolation,
when I am in a state of being,
rather than that of action,
when my passiveness, becomes paramount,
and my ambition is reduced
to one of apathy,
when I exist as an inanimate object,
rather than an object which
reflects life,
when I am present,
but unaccounted for,
when I suffer from
sel-inflicted wounds
and wound others about me,
becoming a wall of inhumanity
that no one is able to scale,
including myself,
a solid nothing,
erected by one's own
faltering ego,
a state of inertia, that following
the laws of physics,
cannot move until acted upon
by an outside force,
(and probably not then either) ,
then I wonder,
what state is it,
that I am in?
Certainly not a vegatative state
as I would not be able to do
whatever the hell it is I am
doing now.
Certainly not a comatose state
as I would be unawake and
unaware of my surroundings.
It's possible that I could be
in such a state of mind
as to not know
just what it is that I am doing.
But that's ridiculous!
I do know what I'm doing.
So, what state am I in?
Why, Arizona, of course!
poem by David Lessard
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Injustices
seeking injustices throughout the land
trying to give a helping hand.
people running to and fro
not knowing which way to go.
children playing in the streets
and predators around offering treats.
elderly people who can't retire
too old to work and no one will hire.
unemployment lines longer than ever
in hopes that things will get better.
gas prices are all sky rocketing
c.e.o.'s doing the pocketing.
people all around losing their homes
and not enough money to pay their phones.
the richest nation in the world
and food being thrown away
and children starving every day.
everglades and rain forests being torn apart
stealing the air that supplies our hearts.
all these injustices that we see
are all the realities.
how many more injustices can we take.
can we change them? or is it too late.
poem by Louis Rams
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The other reason that I am here today, again from the State Department and from the court record of the court of appeals, is that when I am abroad I speak out against the injustices against the Negro people of this land.
quote by Paul Robeson
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Flesh and Blood Drops
Who pays...
For the displays of injustices,
Dispatched and laid?
As rights and defenses,
Are removed...
And offenses grow to prove
An array of dismay!
Who amongst us can truthfully say...
These occurances appeared,
While we were on a leave of absence
Cleared of a consciousness that drifted away?
Or kissing the cheeks of starving children,
Dieing behind the scenes...
Of antiqued lighted picturesqued streets!
Who pays...
For displays of injustices,
Dispatched and laid?
Could they be the ones
Whose voices are heard
Screaming from atop gleaming glass towers...
Like clipped winged birds.
Jumping!
To weed themselves from crops...
They intially described to the world,
As root rot!
Plummeting to the ground to spread...
Flesh and blood drops!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Vicious Repetitiousness
As night comes...
I begin hours of denial.
Why I put myself on trial,
I ask...
And hear no response.
Why have I allowed my emotions
To stack and pile?
As if someone will discover them,
And take the time to sit with them awhile!
As night comes...
I smile as I revisit memories.
I am connected until sunrise
When dawn begins to etch and leave shadows!
Upon grass and leaves...
Robins seen and Sparrows!
This darkness on my shoulder rides and whispers.
Influenced and addicted I become.
Succumbed and borrowing moments,
From a youth unchallenged that has gone!
Am I longing to swagger and charm with song?
As night comes...
I begin hours of denial.
Why I put myself on trial,
I ask...
And hear no response.
Why have I allowed my emotions
To stack and pile?
As if someone will discover them,
And take the time to sit with them awhile!
As night comes...
I smile as I revisit memories.
I am connected until sunrise
When dawn begins to etch and leave shadows!
Upon grass and leaves...
Robins seen and Sparrows!
This darkness on my shoulder rides and whispers.
Influenced and addicted I become.
Succumbed and borrowing moments,
From a youth unchallenged that has gone!
Am I longing to swagger and charm with song?
It has become routine and much repetitious,
This anguish.
And still your hand held...
Is remembered as being warm.
And I continue on,
In this vicious repetitiousness I encourage to exist!
And on,
In this vicious repetitiousness I encourage to exist!
And on,
In this vicious repetitiousness I encourage to exist!
And on,
Until I awaken
To break a mold of myself I made that has to go!
It has to split!
I want to feel a brighter side inside that fits!
Forgetting about any repetition at all...
And how a viciousness I encouraged to exist,
Is shown the exit and leaves me pleased.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I do not exist
I do not exist,
I do not breath,
I do not bleed
I do not hurt
I do not exist in your eyes,
not anymore,
I am far, far away, like
the stars that don't exist,
but still they shine and
you can see them far away,
but there not alive, there not
really there. Yes I am not there,
not for you, I do
not want your pity.
I do not want my broken smile
painted in your thoughts.
I do not exist, I am not there,
do not look for me, I do not
exist, I am not there, I am not there
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Pray Sincerely
There may exist various types of lamps
They'd have been from different camps.
They may exist made of various materials
They may be made for the Imperials.
They may exist in divergent shapes
In multifarious forms even as of grapes.
They may exist in many hues predominant
Made of disparate colours prominent.
They may contain oils multiform
Each with a varying viscosity norm.
They may hold distinct types of wicks
Each made of diverse sticks and picks.
Though the lamps are amply diversified
In all aspects they are one from inside.
And when all of them are ignited
Lo! They are in the same way lighted!
All have the same light energy of flame
A gas in excited state, the plasma—to name.
All forms of lamps from their foundation
Emit the same brilliant illumination.
There may exist different views of the Divine
And different paths may exist to reach the Divine.
But the mode of approach to attain the goal
Is our sincere effort to pray with heart and soul.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Northern Star
Shine so brightly now, Oh northern star!
Shine out bright and clear tonight, Oh northern star!
I say shine out like the sunlight now, Oh northern star!
I say shine out from the darkness now, Oh Alpha-star!
From Hill-tops to the mountain tops!
From the deserts to the Sandy-hills!
From the forests to the jungle paths!
From the Sea-sides to the Ocean-shores!
I say shine out like the sunlight now, Oh northern star!
Shine so brightly now, Oh northern star!
I say shine out bright and clear tonight, Oh northern star!
I will shine out from the darkness, like the northern star!
I will shine out from the rubbles now, Like the Alphastar!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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The proletariat uses the State not in the interests of freedom but in order to hold down its adversaries, and as soon as it becomes possible to speak of freedom the State as such ceases to exist.
quote by Friedrich Engels
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Love is a state of being, and in that state, the 'me', with its identifications, anxieties, and possessions is absent. Love cannot be, as long as the activities of the self, of the 'me', whether conscious or unconscious, continue to exist.
quote by Krishnamurti
Submitted by Catalin Popescu
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Leave Me Alone
Everybodys gonna try to tell you what to do, uhh-haa
And never, never, never, never, let it be said that its true
Oh-oh, hey, give it to my baby
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone
Theyre the kind of people thatll always let you down
I know you, too, you dont ever give it a frown
Oh, do it, do it, now, do it, do it
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone
Get down, baby
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone
Oh, come now, leave me alone, mam, okay, baby
Oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha
Dont you know some people, they just dont know when to stop
Give it to me, now
They cant tell the floor from the ceiling or the top
And therere other types, they always make you wait
And theyre always the first to say, the state you come from
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me forever
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me forever
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone, oh
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone
Leave me alone
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha
song performed by by Lou Reed
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If You Don't Exist
then who will exist
for you?
who will record
who you are and what you
have done?
nobody.
nobody.
nobody
but you.
because just like you they also
think that they don't exist
come to think of it
if all of us do not exist at all
then who exists?
nothing
nothing
nothing
it is simply absurd when the world
moves and no one is
existing
i don't exist too.
because i have learned
to live.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Process
Leave them alone!
You pose a threat,
To their process.
'Huh?
Their process?
What Process?
Their process doesn't exist! '
Sssshhh...
Quietly.
That's why you must leave them alone.
They are not aware of it.
And you...
Trying to get them to make some sense,
Is upsetting.
Just go along with it.
'Go along with what? '
The 'process'.
'But it doesn't exist.'
You know it and I know it.
Why can't you just leave it alone...
And let them pretend?
Why is it so important to you,
That they become aware and conscious?
Why?
There are several other charities,
To which you can donate your time and efforts.
In this case...
These minds have already been wasted.
Trust me.
Why do you think I whisper to you?
There are only a few of us left with the power to think.
Trust me?
Why do you think I whisper to you?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ant
A sixty feet long ant
With a hat on its head,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
An ant pulling a cart
Full of penguins and ducks
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
An ant speaking French,
Speaking Latin and Javanese,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
Hey! Why not?
poem by Robert Desnos from Storysongs (Chantefables) (1945), translated by Dan CostinaÅŸ
Submitted by Dan CostinaÅŸ
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My State Senate district was in the northern part of Oklahoma and they were redrawing the districts.
quote by Don Nickles
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There are tons of people who are late to trends by nature and adopt a trend after it's no longer in fashion. They exist in mutual funds. They exist in clothes. They exist in cars. They exist in lifestyles.
quote by Jim Cramer
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