I think he was explicit that it was a slave labor situation, but I was not alarmed at that point, because there were so many tragedies involved in that war. That was the first time I had any indication that something was sort of strange.
quote by Charles Guggenheim
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Something I Call Personality
Before you jump down my throat
I'd like to present you with
Something I call personality
Word travels fast when you're on the road
I'd like to think what I have is real
Sort this out on your own time
You ought to sort this out on your own time
Before you jump to conclusions
About all the friends I have
Just remember they were born that way
Word travels fast when her name's involved
i'd like to think what I have is real
sort this out on your own time
go on and sort this out on your own time
no matter how happy you are
you'll always want more
no matter how stupid I get
you'll always want more
song performed by by New Found Glory from Sticks And Stones
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Everybody Is Someone
stumbling I fall away it's hard to make a change
easy to be who you are when no one knows your name
walking past the lonely walls with eyes as cold as stone
climb inside the emptiness it's safe when you're alone
don't be alarmed
don't be afraid of what you are
just look around
everybody is someone
everybody is someone
all this time you lived alone without a memory
built your life upon the ground that sinks beneath your feet
step outside the misery for once you feel alive
second chances only come around once in a life
don't be alarmed
don't be afraid of what you are
just turn around
everybody is someone
everybody is someone
don't be alarmed
don't be afraid of what you are
just turn around
everybody is someone
everybody is someone
don't be alarmed
don't be afraid of what you are
just look around
everybody is someone
everybody is someone
song performed by by Lifehouse
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Stick bravely
I have yet to reach dead end
Some of the signals are sent
That may make you to come to the sense
Wise man will never get perturbed or feel tense
When that thought creeps in mind
You are in hurry for something to find
You try to get detached and wind up the show
As if the last warrant is issued for you to go
Some of the features are very silent
They are sensed and quietly felt
To some it may be rude shock
The sign of withdrawal after running out of stock
Everything is linked to live material
No one can come forward for any kind of denial
It is universal truth and must be feared
So far no one has challenged or dared
It is positive indication if you stick bravely
Otherwise it has been taken as very gravely
It is simply a stop indication for another world
But you may be alarmed a lot with developing cold
If you can assess on the past involvement
You may have no choice left than to lament
It past was so glorious and worthwhile
You may breathe your last with broad smile
Once you come out from fear syndrome
You will feel relieved and welcome
That the end is merely a ritual
It may come to any one as casual
Any living thing has to end one day
There is no alternative or way
Even the messiahs and prophets have gone after their mission
We are here to admit lapses and depart smilingly with admissions
It may give you no respite if you cry
It may also not give any relief if you feel shy
It may worsen the situation if you go simply blank
It will push you further if not already sunk
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Dwelling On Your Miseries
All I hear is what isn't,
From you.
That's all I hear...
From your point of view!
Have you ever considered,
Climbing out of your shell?
Have you ever thought about,
What for you goes well?
I can understand you
Having issues in your life.
I can understand that.
But do you appreciate those things,
That are right?
Dwelling on your miseries,
For the purpose to share.
Seems so self involved.
And when you expose that like you do...
You don't wish to have your problems solved.
You want them there to linger!
All I hear is what isn't,
From you.
That's all I hear...
From your point of view!
Have you ever considered,
Climbing out of your shell?
Have you ever thought about,
What for you goes well?
You are locked into a situation.
And approval from others you seek.
You want others to waste time as you've done.
Constantly picking your wounds to reopen...
To prove your are suffering to everyone!
I can understand you
Having issues in your life.
I can understand that.
But do you appreciate those things,
That are right?
Dwelling on your miseries,
For the purpose to share.
Seems so self involved.
And when you expose that like you do...
You don't wish to have your problems solved.
You want them there to linger!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of your own indefatigable labor from early dawn and of your explicit instructions, that the batteries should reserve their ammunition, until the grand charge should commence, for which the enemy were undoubtedly preparing.
quote by John Bigelow
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The product of mental labor - science - always stands far below its value, because the labor-time necessary to reproduce it has no relation at all to the labor-time required for its original production.
The New Inner-City Slave Plantation
The now-a-day slave or labor force
The ruling-class determines the course
The political master’s pastor contorts
Politics and policy aborts
The new inner city slave-plantation
Human and civil rights violation with extreme taxation
Work like a blind jackass
Support and finance the ruling class
Being bi-partisan-just a mask
Cultured career criminals civilizing crass
The new inner city slave-plantation
Human and civil rights violation with extreme taxation
The political engineers of The Greater Good own
The inner city war-zone
The psychotropic drug sets the tone
Slavery as the new world order is the throne
The new inner city slave-plantation
Human and civil rights violation with extreme taxation
Multi-tasking a labor saving device
Freedom of movement has no right
Monopolized government enslaved all might
The inner city slave- plantation private and prime
Real estate blight
The new inner city slave-plantation
Human and civil rights violation with extreme taxation
The thirteenth amendment of the constitution
On the inner city slave-plantation no social, no economical,
No educational, no political absolution
On the inner city slave-plantation, indentured servants,
Chattel slaves, still considered Black Gold
By the God Fearing slave codes used to control
The new inner city slave-plantation
Human and civil rights violation with extreme taxation
On the new inner city slave-plantation
The American Flag can not wave
Even Democracy is revered as a Black Slave
poem by Josephine DixonBanks
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Strange Voodoo
How can I love you boy when you dont even love yourself?
Im useless now as I have always been
Just like some worthless love song dying on the radio
We talk in circles til we dont know what we mean
No happy ever after, no big dark man
Aint no perfect situation, cant you understand
Loving you is some strange voodoo
Loving you is some strange voodoo
How can I help you boy when I can barely help myself?
Im useless now as I have always been
Your lying eyes, your thieving hands, youre such a rogue at times
But you will always be a part of me
No happy ever after, no big dark man
Aint no perfect situation, aint no master plan
Loving you is some strange voodoo
Loving you I keep loving you yes I do
Loving you is some strange voodoo
Loving you is some strange voodoo
No happy ever after, no big dark man, no
Aint no perfect situation, cant you understand
Loving you is some strange voodoo
Loving you I keep loving you yes I do
Loving you is some strange voodoo
Loving you is some strange voodoo
Loving you
Loving you
Loving you
song performed by by Culture Club
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Strange Magic
Youre sailing softly through the sun
In a broken stone age dawn.
You fly so high.
I get a strange magic,
Oh, what a strange magic,
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
Got a strange magic.
Youre walking meadows in my mind,
Making waves across my time,
Oh no, oh no.
I get a strange magic,
Oh, what a strange magic,
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
Got a strange magic.
Oh, Im never gonna be the same again,
Now Ive seen the way its got to end,
Sweet dream, sweet dream.
Strange magic,
Oh, what a strange magic,
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
Got a strange magic.
Its magic, its magic, its magic.
Strange magic,
Oh, what a strange magic,
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic.
Strange magic strange magic
Oh, what a strange magic strange magic
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic.
Strange magic strange magic
Oh, what a strange magic strange magic
Oh, its a strange magic.
Got a strange magic,
Got a strange magic,
You know I got a strange magic,
Yeah, I got a strange magic,
Oo-o-o-oo, strange magic. (fade)
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Slave Day
One lonely feburary
was a day to memory
It was like thinking about labor day in September
a day to remember
Only it was Black History month
So I bring this thought to mind
black brother's incarcerated
doing time for not a dime
Inmates painting doors, walls and bars
for a cause to be out in the jail victorous hall
Receiving T-shirts, underwear and socks for pay
what a rift
slaving them brother's each and everyday
putting Amendment Xlll in full effect
lining their pockets for a fat check
just to buy you a luxury toy
you better kill that noise
before you reap what you sow
end up like them boys
My tray has arrive to my mighty surprise
fish, chicken, watermelon and corn on the cob
I lied
regular prison food
I cried
Thinking about the joyful day off on labor day
no work
but fun and play
a free day on my check
you bet
brother's being slave with no rest
but sweat as they stand on deck
My mind is now in full effect
to be totally free
to earn a honest check
I'm set
But remembering my brother's and relatives in prison
on 'labor Day'
let's redress
no time to celebrate
it's 'Slave Day'
let's progress
poem by LaRon Green Sr.
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Learning To Love The Noise And All That Stuff...
at first i hate the noise
of motorcycles passing by the house
the screeching sound of the engine
is bombarding my eardrums
to pieces,
somehow, it is the adaptability gene in me
that survives
whatever the situation is
one must easily learn to accept
lest you
perish from the face of this earth
choking yourself with
disappointments
somewhere, i dream
not of silence but of noise
noise has a role too to play
in the deletion of
whatever noisy memory we have
that keeps
wrecking our
impulsive hearts
and then i learn to love noise and everything
that comes my way
sort of
meet noise with noise instead of silence sort of stuff
learning to be what i am in whatever place i may find myself
for in truth
i can do nothing about it
and so i let it be
but nothing nobody shall never destroy me
instead i must embrace them all
and to defeat all their attempts to put an end
to my struggles
(to be free or whatever...)
i sort of
embrace every strange moment
with all the love
that i can
possible give
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Patterns Of Time
carefully looking at this time
and that other time
how they correlate to connect each time
of the next time
to follow the same pattern of time
with no dime
but a crime
if a time
is wasted on no time
for you will never find a time
on the same time
that was underutilized by the time
you realize it were time
it will never be the same time
but a different time
at that point in time
on each pattern of time
from am to pm it is time
still morning to midnight is time
and any time
of the day is time
as from monday to sunday time
year start to midyear and year end is time
so, time
ticking as you may be aware of time
that everything is well connected to time
and must be done on time
for you will never find the same time
of that very point in time
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do what you can, on time. for time is never a fact but a situation of the same condition on a different setting, but still its time. therefore, time is longer than rope and shorter than your scope though at times time is beyond our scope of reach and intelligence of the mind on time.
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**extracted from 'patterns of time'**
from **patterns of life** november 2011 ebook
ntema's unique poetry (nup) .
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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No Point
J. spinks
This aint working out
Its not worth the time I spent on it
When Ive been next to you
Its not the way you want it
And all I wanna do
Is get away and as far away from it
Theres no point cos Im not winning
Theres no point going back to the beginning
Theres no point to keep on waiting
Theres no point in talking it over
Theres no point in getting any closer
If it was up to you
Wed go around in circles forever
Theres nothing left to do
I go around - around in you
Ive tried to see it through
All Ive seen is the stormy weather
Theres no point in still pretending
Theres no point cos this is never ending
Theres no point in keep on trying
Theres no point to carry on lying
Theres no point acting like children
Theres no point cos this time Im gone
Theres no point in talking it over
Theres no point in getting any close
Theres no point in still pretending
Theres no point cos this is never ending
Theres no point in keep on trying
Theres no point to carry on lying
Theres no point in talking it over
Theres no point in getting any closer
Theres no point cos Im not winning
Theres no point going back to the beginning
Theres no point in hesitating
Theres no point tonight
Theres no point at all
song performed by by Outfield
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The tendency of taxation is to create a class of persons who do not labor, to take from those who do labor the produce of that labor, and to give it to those who do not labor.
quote by William Cobbett
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Typically in horror films the character just services the plot, and you really are just going from 'point a' to 'point b,' just so that you can end up at 'point c.' They are just sort of stick characters. That's just not interesting to me.
quote by Kevin Williamson
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There's a lot of labor involved in the birth of a new town.
quote by Michael Richards
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The writing is all done, so it's all about verbalizing everything from point A to point B, and certainly there's a bit of politics involved, so it's a different thing.
quote by Lindsey Buckingham
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My parents had been involved in the labor movement; if we'd grown up in the city, we would have been red-diaper babies.
quote by Holly Near
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Browning's tragedies are tragedies without villains.
quote by Edward Dowden
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Burn
What is this curious thing that burns
fills the nostrils with a strange scent
Crowds out the fantasy of passing time
and closes your eyes in sweet harmony?
What are this logical mind's concerns
on the altar where lost time is spent
Spelling out tragedies, harassing rhyme,
and standing on legs of neat irony?
poem by Poet Dragon
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