My organs are too powerful... I manufacture blood and fat too rapidly.
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Cloning represents a very clear, powerful, and immediate example in which we are in danger of turning procreation into manufacture.
Sestina: War
There is nothing like war
But a fire
Plaguing the land
Spreading rapidly
Hurting those who cant prevent pain
Destroying those who are innocent
The destruction of fire
Guns spraying bullets rapidly
Blood seeping into the land
Not only death, but torture and pain
Killing those who are innocent
All for the cause of war
A marsh of green land
Destroyed by red fire
Turning a once plushed land to char, rapidly
And bringing pain to the innocent
To further on the war
For a point to cause national pain
News spreading rapidly
Spreading across to many in a land
About the death of which is war
Bringing to good hearts, pain
And of the upcoming apocalyptic fire
Bringing terror to the innocent
Families who can’t avoid the war
Getting wiped out rapidly
Through screams and pain
From the soldiers of hells fire
Leaving the innocent
Six feet under the land
Nations defeated rapidly
Leaving once great nationed lands
Charred by evils fire
Wiping out the innocent
Causing people and economic pain
All for a man made war
But what good comes out of war?
Though it causes pain
In the long run, you’ve freed the innocent
poem by John McAdam
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Culture is an instrument wielded by teachers to manufacture teachers, who, in their turn, will manufacture still more teachers.
quote by Simone Weil
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Culture is an instrument wielded by professors to manufacture professors, who when their turn comes will manufacture professors.
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Culture is an instrument wielded by professors to manufacture professors who when their turn comes, will manufacture professors.
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Upon the union of the male germ cell with the female egg cell, a new cell is created which almost immediately splits into two parts. One of these grows rapidly, creating the human body of the individual with all its organs, and dies only with the individual.
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Not even the most powerful organs of the press, including Time, Newsweek, and The New York Times, can discover a new artist or certify his work and make it stick. They can only bring you the scores.
quote by Thomas Wolfe
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Man has, as it were, become a kind of prosthetic God. When he puts on all his auxiliary organs, he is truly magnificent; but those organs have not grown on him and they still give him much trouble at times.
quote by Sigmund Freud
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I Love Sensual Women
I love sensual women and not passionate ones. A passionate woman closes her eyes, moans and shouts and the enjoyment of a passionate woman is blind.
A passionate woman writhes about, grabs you with her hands without looking where, clasps you, kisses you, even bites you and hurries to reach her climax as soon as she can. She has no time to display her sexual organs, no time to examine, touch with the hand and kiss your sexual organs, she is in such a hurry to slake her passion. Having slaked her passion, the passionate woman will fall asleep. The sexual organs of a passionate woman are dry. A passionate woman is always in some way or another mannish.
The sensual woman is always feminine.
Her contours are rounded and abundant.
The sensual woman rarely reaches a blind passion. She savours sexual enjoyment.
The sensual woman is always a woman and even in an unaroused state her sexual organs are moist. She has to wear a bandage on her sexual organs, so as not to soak them with moisture.
When she takes the bandage off in the evening, the bandage is so wet that it can be squeezed out.
Thanks to such an abundance of juices, the sexual organs of a sensual woman give off a slight, pleasant smell which increases strongly when the sensual woman is aroused. Then the juice from her sexual organs is secreted in a syrupy stream.
A sensual woman likes you to examine her sexual organs.
poem by Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
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Business of Manufacture
The business of large scale manufacture
Is that of higher money amounts,
Over special issues, as the life tells.
It constricts the messages in the throats
As much as a python, and like they say
So much for reason and judgement.
The case is put on occasions, on certain occasions
That messengers are handed over from God to alleviate
The need for Manufacture, such as the exact rest
To be called Relaxation.
Then we are friendly, as an ocean of oil,
The oil of our father and mother,
The oil of helpers and fuel and fruit.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The sense organs experience the external light, sound, etc. with difficulty; the different sense organs only have a so-called specific receptivity for particular stimuli.
quote by Johannes P. Muller
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Flowering
Flowers are a part of speech too plain,
The language of it is the kingdom of plants.
Offering, exactly conferring, and inferring,
They compute to loosen their offspring.
The wind imitates the parts of the wind
With flowing power, brains are dead.
Often time is allowing a flower to be fed
By the water of the floor, the gestures are bleeding.
May water rise from its stem and flourish in its organs,
Its organs, its organs concentrate too believably.
Flowers work outside as do their people,
So much has contrived the flower to be.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Tribute to Thomas Campbell 1777-1804
On Linden when the sun was low.
All bloodless lay the untrodden snow
and dark as winter was the flow
of Iser rolling rapidly.
Thomas Campbell
1777-1804.
On Linden when the sun was low.
On a dark day long, long ago.
Before combatants struck a blow
the scene was all serenity.
All bloodless lay the untrodden snow.
It’s pristine whitenesss soon to go
when scarlet blood began to flow.
as warriors fought the enemy.
And dark as winter was the flow
of hatreds milling to and fro
each soldiers sought to kill his foe
with casual ferocity.
Of Iser rolling rapidly
though stained by blood from the melee
there’s little said. It’s plain to me
it ignores mans stupidity.
7-Feb-08
Glosa
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Manipulation
Oh, my head! my head! my head!
Lack! for my poor unfortunate head!
Mister de Ville
Has been to feel,
And what do you think he said?
He felt it up, and he felt it down,
Behind the ears, and across the crown,
Sinciput, occiput, great and small,
Bumps and organs, he tickled 'em all;
And he shook his own, as he gravely said,
'Sir, you really have got a most singular head!
'Why here's a bump,
Only feel what a lump;
Why the organ of "Sound" is an absolute hump;
And only feel here,
Why, behind each ear,
There's a bump for a butcher or a bombardier;
Such organs of slaughter
Would spill blood like water;
Such "lopping and topping" of heads and of tails,
Why, you'll cut up a jackass with Alderman S--.'
[Caetera desunt.]
poem by Richard Harris Barham
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Icy Mountains
Special ice glints, dazzling wonder;
One has been a disciple for years,
The mountains are fellows of blood
And ice.
The battle is nowhere, a still image rests,
The towering ice and snow is like red blood.
What is the success or failure?
The failed climb is the successful one,
And one fails only when the test is hard.
Strength fails whenever someone sobs
And the relief endangers us once rotten fruit
Is plucked and our organs and tissues are distressing.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Tunnel of Wind
In a tunnel of wind and blood
My spirit reigns and calls the flood.
My laughter sings now that I’ve began
The ruling of love in this life I ran.
My windy tunnel of hate is gone,
It stopped its blowing when I did yawn.
The living is yet to begin in slumber,
The arms and legs are too much number.
The blood and organs feel again,
This wind is soaring like to airmen.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Since the governments are in the pockets of businesses, who's going to control this most powerful institution? Business is more powerful than politics, and it's more powerful than religion. So it's going to have to be the vigilante consumer.
quote by Anita Roddick
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Freedom is a Powerful Word
freedom is a powerful word
filled with glori and brightened eyes
freedom is a powerful word
where no black child is left behind
the despair of no hesitation
the depair of no education
freedom is a powerful word
freedom is a powerful word
where everyone gets a chance to be one
freedom is a powerful word
where a black man can raise his son
we got freedom
but we dont respect it
black boys droppin out of school
black girls gettin pregnant at early ages
these people fought for our rights
but all we do is abuse it
like i said freedom is a powerful word
are you sure we are free
why are we killing our own race
we are gettin involved in the wrong stuff
like gangs and selling drugs
smokin weed and makin d's
it aint right
freedom is a powerful word
if it is so powerful
dont abuse it
poem by Tatianna Biggs
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On Organ Donation
If you’re brain-dead by accidents:
Your eyes can continue to see
By being placed in one who needs,
And live for another life-time!
Your heart can continue to beat
In one who needs a living pump
To circulate the blood around!
Your kidneys both can excrete wastes
In persons two with uraemia,
And help them live for some more years!
Your liver transplanted in one
With alcoholic cirrhosis
Can help him live for some more weeks!
Your pancreas, lungs, intestines,
Bone, bone-marrow and entire skin
Can be help to keep fifty alive!
Donate your other organs too
To ones in dire need of them,
And make your corpse to help men live!
So, gift your body parts to ones
Who seem to be in verge of death
And help continue to breathe!
Donate your organs; help men live!
You can serve God and man though dead!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-5-2009
poem by John Celes
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The current state of knowledge is a moment in history, changing just as rapidly as the state of knowledge in the past has ever changed and, in many instances, more rapidly.
quote by Jean Piaget
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