There is no longer a way out of our present situation except by forging a road toward our objective, violently and by force, over a sea of blood and under a horizon blazing with fire.
quote by Gamal Abdel Nasser
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He had decided long ago that no Situation had any objective reality: it only existed in the minds of those who happened to be in on it at any specific moment. The only consolation he drew from the present chaos was that his theory managed to explain it.
quote by Thomas Pynchon
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The Last Beach
The last beach
the Colonel took
was concrete
and led
from his Caddy
to the Crystal Fountain Dining Lounge.
He bravely advanced
halfway
to his objective
under withering fire
from the
grenade-sized tumor
in his brain,
then collapsed.
Across the road
The Shellpoint Village Nursing Pavillion,
complete with hospice for the dying,
patiently awaited his arrival,
as manatees
calmly basked
in the Caloosahatchie.
His death now foretold
under the Florida sun,
he rose again,
commandeered
a wheeled dining chair,
took the objective,
and ate
like a man
with no tomorrows.
poem by Percy Dovetonsils
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Ever Blazin'
(Ever blazing ever blazing girl)
(blazing up the flame blazing up the flame)
(Ever blazing ever blazing girl yo)
[Chorus]
As the world turns
and as time burns
girl you know im gonna be there
my love is ever blazing ever blazing girl
and you know it na go change
As the world turns
and as time buns
girl you know im gonna be there
my love is ever blazing ever blazing girl
and it never fades away
[Verse 1]
Theres no pretending
girl i said my love is never ending
form we used to par just like a friend thing
up untill now me a tell you say
a you fi be the queen
i and i man a accenting
and a 1 thing the dutty paul is requesting
keep up to date cause you are the best thing
girl you know your life style real intersting thats why the dutty investing
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Because me admire you
but me na shy of you
say from the day me hire you
me know me na fire you
girl form a long time the dutty a desire you
woman you know say you a hot and you a spit fire too
bill gate donald trump
the a require you
ina the pentium five them want wire you
when them know you a real frequent flier to
like a trophy ina me bed you know me wan retire you
[Chrous]
[Repeat Verse 1]
[Chrous repeat 2x]
song performed by by Sean Paul
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As routine
It is considered as routine
Nature does its duty in normal way and very fine
Joy and happiness is always there
Make it victory day and always come together
This how we have been sent here
God has made it home for us and not to create fear
Love and kindness is to be corner stone and to remain always on fore
This is seen now even today and it existed this before
We are not to dilute its force
We should take it as blessings and to curse
It is God gift and has to be shared equally
Let us enjoy it freely and happily
All type of aspirations is there for asking
Only you need to have eyes and mind with backing
It may paint real view in real prospective
There may be something more very objective
Why should never be discouraged?
Any situation must be silently managed
It should drive you in corner with despair
Come out in open to feel the touch of free air
Whole body may find divine touch with new awakening
The confidence may be built and new horizon may be opening
It is destiny reshaped and put to better use
How can then one be dejected and remain confused?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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An African experience (in reply to Agostinho Neto)
That night it looked as if
the whole of the horizon was ablaze,
men were beating the fire throwing huge shadows
waving with arms outstretched
with the acrid smell of burning palms trees
filling the night air
and the fire was still spreading.
A row of Bailundu were carrying their possessions
were already fleeing, running away
as if they could outrun the blaze,
chased on by a strong wind
the kind of thing setting the hearts,
the minds of men alight,
taking possession of everything
and raising fear in non-believers
of party politics of freedom
by force, by the barrel of the gun
and even the coloured girl
reddening her face, using rouge
smiling at the mirror
felt the prickles of fear
going up and down her spine
thinking that maybe she wasn’t black enough
but let the though go
as her lovely body had proofed enough
its value up to now
and the sleepless man, thinking about eating utensils,
the care of his whole family
got out of bed and watched the horizon,
the red sky anxiously, afraid that the fire
was going to consume his house
and he wanted nothing but peace
but the far off shots of blazing guns
drawing closer, of mortar bombs exploding
and rocket shells hitting destroying,
had him in a frenzy of fear
and the silhouettes coming from the horizon
wasn’t of people killing fire, or dancing to the music
of marimbas,
it was the signs of a vicious civil war
coming nearer and nearer
with a consuming blaze
and soon the whole country
would be on fire,
burning from shore to shore
in a destructive war
that would leave its people shattered
in poverty and with starvation,
with legs shot off by landmines.
[Reference: African poetry by Agostinho Neto]
poem by Gert Strydom
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I considered myself engaged in a war from Day One. And my objective was to force the federal government - the Kennedy administration at that time - into a position where they would have to use the United States military force to enforce my rights as a citizen.
quote by James H. Meredith
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Forging Ahead
Places to go! Places to see!
The tiger started well.
Life's journey was a mystery!
What next? He couldn't tell!
The water was his challenge now...
So slip-purr-y below...
He was forging ahead somehow...
Where to? He didn't know!
His paws were muddy, yet he tried
To reach the other shore...
Onlookers thought that he could glide
And watched him even more...
He told himself he mustn't slip!
That's why he did his best!
He coasted gently like a ship
That sailed from East to West...
Forging ahead! Some progress made!
The distant shore drew near...
By faith, he'd stepped in unafraid!
That's how he'd made it here...
Then suddenly, in waters deep,
The tiger had to swim...
And forward motion had to keep,
With him no longer slim!
Stiff upper lip and all that stuff!
He paddled, plodding on...
While the going was getting tough,
His strength was not yet gone!
He made it! Yes, success was his!
He sniggered, full of glee!
And in that time of purr-fect bliss,
His joy was plain to see...
He swaggered cross the sands beyond,
As if a thoroughbred!
Like every tiger who is fond
Of always forging ahead...
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Forging Ahead'.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Fire is Alive
Fire is a wizard on the creation
Opening avenues of thought
In a second, one second is all it takes.
Find a destructive element, force is one,
To rid of the beautiful sums of money.
My fire is alive in definite shapes
That fiercely contend with misunderstandings
As they appear beyond the blue horizon.
The sun is a planet not a star
For the inward fire may be bent,
It has created my burning desire
Like a beloved rock on a white desert.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A New Horizon
Coming above is a new horizon, for all who are found in The Son,
But this horizon you can not see, as this horizon friend, is Eternity.
The Son is The Lord Jesus Christ, and the horizon is Eternal Life.
And no man can truly conceive this new horizon for all who believe.
This new horizon has much to behold, in a world that won’t grow old,
This world will be awesomely bright, for Jesus Christ will be the Light.
With this new world being totally pure, it shall endure forevermore.
Sin and darkness will be no more, they will be absent forevermore.
This new horizon was meant for all, to put behind man’s sin and fall,
This New Paradise that has no time, for it is Eternal by God’s design.
And even our bodies, racked with sin, are being renewed from within.
Although we have spiritually died, are new bodies shall be Glorified.
By God, Eternal beings we were made, this is why we’ve been saved,
God saved us from the Eternal Fire, for this my friend, is God’s desire.
Christ died so we won’t perish, and He is the one to eternally cherish.
For it’s only through God’s Son, that we can enter His Eternal Horizon.
To enter into Heavenly Paradise, it must be under the Blood of Christ,
His atoning work will wash your sin; you only have to believe in Him.
You will enter Paradise for sure, when you fully trust Christ as Lord.
But if you reject God’s Only Son, you will be facing a bleak horizon.
When you take a drug to treat high blood pressure or diabetes, you have an objective test to measure blood pressure and the amount of sugar in the blood. It is straight-forward. With autism, you are looking for changes in behavior.
quote by Temple Grandin
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Blood & Fire
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
There is no more water to out the fire
There is no more water to out the fire
Let it burn, let it burn
Let it burn, burn burn
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
Judgement has come and mercy has gone (mercy come and gone)
Ooh, weak hearts shall lick up and spit up (weakheart must get lick up)
Judgement has come and mercy has gone (judgement time is here)
Ooh, weak hearts shall lick up and spit up (weakheart must get sick up)
Let it burn, let it burn
Let it burn, burn burn (mercy gone)
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
Rasta hail!
Blessed is the weed, the healing of all nations in every corner of the earth
Blessed are the fields of sensimillia that enlighten and erich our soul
Blood and fire mek it burn bredren
All weak hearts shall lick up and spit up
And all righteous shall stand
Hail, rasta hail and wail (rastafari)
Hail rasta dont quail (we not quail)
Let it burn, burn burn
Let it burn, burn burn
song performed by by Ub40
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Blood And Fire
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
There is no more water to out the fire
There is no more water to out the fire
Let it burn, let it burn
Let it burn, burn burn
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
Judgement has come and mercy has gone (mercy come and gone)
Ooh, weak hearts shall lick up and spit up (weakheart must get lick up)
Judgement has come and mercy has gone (judgement time is here)
Ooh, weak hearts shall lick up and spit up (weakheart must get sick up)
Let it burn, let it burn
Let it burn, burn burn (mercy gone)
Blood, blood, blood; blood and fire
Rasta Hail!
Blessed is the weed, the healing of all nations in every corner of the earth
Blessed are the fields of sensimillia that enlighten and erich our soul
Blood and fire mek it burn bredren
All weak hearts shall lick up and spit up
And all righteous shall stand
Hail, Rasta hail and wail (rastafari)
Hail Rasta don't quail (we not quail)
Let it burn, burn burn
Let it burn, burn burn
song performed by by Ub40
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The Sword
THE FORGING OF THE SWORD.
At the forging of the Sword--
The mountain roots were stirr'd,
Like the heart-beats of a bird;
Like flax the tall trees wav'd,
So fiercely struck the Forgers of the Sword.
At the forging of the Sword--
So loud the hammers fell,
The thrice seal'd gates of Hell,
Burst wide their glowing jaws;
Deep roaring, at the forging of the Sword.
At the forging of the Sword--
Kind mother Earth was rent,
Like an Arab's dusky tent,
And monster-like she fed--
On her children; at the forging of the Sword.
At the forging of the Sword--
So loud the blows they gave,
Up sprang the panting wave;
And blind and furious slew,
Shrill-shouting to the Forgers of the Sword.
At the forging of the Sword--
The startled air swift whirl'd
The red flames round the world,
From the Anvil where was smitten,
The steel, the Forgers wrought into the Sword.
At the forging of the Sword--
The Maid and Matron fled,
And hid them with the dead;
Fierce prophets sang their doom,
More deadly, than the wounding of the Sword.
At the forging of the Sword--
Swift leap'd the quiet hearts,
In the meadows and the marts;
The tides of men were drawn,
By the gleaming sickle-planet of the Sword!
* * * * *
Thus wert thou forged, O lissome sword;
On such dusk anvil wert thou wrought;
In such red flames thy metal fused!
From such deep hells that metal brought;
O sword, dread lord, thou speak'st no word,
But dumbly rul'st, king and lord!
Less than the Gods by some small span,
Slim sword, how great thy lieges be!
Glint but in _one_ wild camp-fire's light,
Thy God-like vassals rush to thee.
O sword, dread lord, thou speak'st no word,
But dumbly rul'st, king and lord!
Sharp, God, how vast thy altars be!
Green vallies, sacrificial cups,
Flow with the purple lees of blood;
Its smoke is round the mountain tops.
O sword, dread lord, thou speak'st no word,
But dumbly rul'st, king and lord!
O amorous God, fierce lover thou!
Bright sultan of a million brides,
Thou know'st no rival to _thy_ kiss,
Thy loves are _thine_ whate're betides,
O sword, dread lord, thou speak'st no word,
But dumbly rul'st, king and lord.
Unflesh thee, sword! No more, no more,
Thy steel no more shall sting and shine,
Pass thro' the fusing fires again;
And learn to prune the laughing vine.
Fall sword, dread lord, with one accord,
The plough and hook we'll own as lord!
poem by Isabella Valancy Crawford
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In setting out the walls of a city the choice of a healthy situation is of the first importance: it should be on high ground, neither subject to fogs nor rains; its aspects should be neither violently hot nor intensely cold, but temperate in both respects.
quote by Marcus V. Pollio
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If the poet has pursued a moral objective, he has diminished his poetic force.
quote by Charles Baudelaire
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Walking home from town
The sulphur sky stretched from horizon
to horizon above me
without a cloud to be seen
or a speck of a single bird,
just the blazing white-hot sun
frying down in the breathless hot air
while we walked from town,
being without a car
and your iris coloured purple blouse
and denim blue mini skirt
more than suited you
and you looked cool as ice
while the sun was squelching me
and little streams of sweat
was running down my face,
my chest and arms.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Exciter
Racing cross the heavens
Straight into the dawn
Looking like a comet
Slicing through the morn
Scorching the horizon
Blazing to the land
Now hes here amongst us
The age of fires at hand
Stand by for exciter
Salvation is his task
Stand by for exciter
Salvation bids to ask
Everything he touches
Fries into a crisp,
Let him get close to you
So youre in his trip,
First youll smoke and smoulder
Blister up and singe
When ignition hits you
The very soul of your being will cringe.
Stand by for exciter
Salvation is his task
Stand by for exciter
Here he comes now
Fall to your knees and repent if you please
Who is this man?
Where is he from?
Exciter comes
For everyone.
Youll never see him
But you will taste the fire upon your tongue
Hes come to make you snap out
Of the state that you are in
Looks around and make you
See the light again
So much self-indulgence
Results in shattered eyes
Predominant complacency
Leads to beguiling lies.
Stand by for exciter
Salvation is his task
Stand by for exciter
Salvation bids to ask
When he leaps amidst us
With combustive dance
All shall bear the branding
Of his thermal lance,
Cauterizing masses
Melting into one
Only when theres order
Will his job be done.
Stand by for exciter
Salvation is his task
Stand by for exciter
Here he comes now
Fall to your knees and repent if you please
Who is this man?
Where is he from?
Exciter comes
For everyone
Youll never see him
But you will taste the fire upon your tongue
Racing past the heavens
Straight into the dawn
Looking like a comet
Slicing through the morn
Scorching the horizon
Blazing to the land
Now hes here amongst us
The age of fires at hand
Stand by for exciter
Stand by for exciter
Stand by for exciter
Stand by for exciter
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Devil Music
They called him 'master'...
When he came.
To take them from the comfort of their homes.
Stripped of treasures,
And their names.
With nothing they could say,
And silent broken hope!
Forced to worship,
Strange deities.
And folks who treated them
Like they were beasts.
Some tried to flee,
The increasing heat.
But many found themselves soon in defeat.
The blazing burned their feet.
And the ones who ran were chased like enemies.
This fire...
It kept on burning!
Burning, burning, burning...
Out of control.
The 'master'...
Desired this fire.
To burn, burn, burn
Out of control!
Morning, noon and night
They'd call him devil.
And sang the music to him that he loved.
They would dance.
And together clap their hands.
This devil music kept them in a hold!
Yes,
The fire...
It kept on burning.
Burning, burning, burning...
Out of control.
The 'master'...
He kept the fire.
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
Yes this fire,
It kept on burning!
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
I said the fire...
It still keeps burning!
And it's blazing in a rage,
That's out of control!
The spreading flame...
Became higher.
So high it fixed in young minds,
Sold by the old!
Yes,
The fire...
It kept on burning.
Burning, burning, burning...
Out of control.
The 'master'...
He kept the fire.
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
Burning, burning, burrrrrnin...
Out of contrrroooool.
'ssssyesssss...
Children! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Country Road
A Country Road
I sat on the milk-ramp by a road that had
yet to be covered in black, weird asphalt.
Sunday, the sky was eternally blue, could
when I stood up just, see the ocean it was
azure too. Fed up now, but I didn’t want
to leave before I had seen a drifting cloud
across the immaculate sky.
Saw a tall-ship cross the sea; for a time
it balanced on the horizon, sailed upside
down till it sank into a void. Fell asleep,
awoke just as the sun disappeared too;
a car stopped, driver offered me a lift,
but I imperially waved him off, wanted
to keep my reveries a little longer.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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We succeed only as we identify in life, or in war, or in anything else, a single overriding objective, and make all other considerations bend to that one objective.
quote by Dwight D. Eisenhower (2 April 1957)
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