But if, on the other hand, we should be justified in rejecting it, if there testified on oath, then, supposing our rules of evidence to be sound, we may be excused if we hesitate elsewhere to give it credence.
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There is simply no plausible construction of the known evidence that leaves out Novak either providing a proffer through his lawyer of what he would say if he testified or having testified directly.
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When I testified in front of Congress, I know that I was testifying under oath and I told the truth.
quote by Rafael Palmeiro
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Believe In My Oath
Believe in my oath,
I do not pine away in the pangs of separation,
My lashes are not yet damp,
No one is between except ourselves.
Believe in my oath,
Inhabitants of the world
Do not have the strength to impede us
While moving ahead on the path of love.
I lived the moments of my past life,
Only tossing and panting for you;
But believe in my oath,
My fervour for you is not the same.
What is hidden in the sleeves,
You can not behold, believe in my oath,
The flag of compromise I do not hold in hand
I have even forgotten your name,
If you are faithless, believe in my oath,
I am not faithful too.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Justified Actions
Justified actions!
No matter who finds them offensive.
Or who they are against to offend.
Are done and expected to be condoned,
By any and everyone.
And that is the attitude,
By the doer that is shown.
Although physically grown...
A mentality is vacant.
And does not show a sign of respect,
Is near or will approach anytime soon.
Justified actions!
Even when videotape is supplied...
Folks become defensive,
And try to deny
What is seen by the eyes!
And expect to be...
And get,
Excused!
And some wonder why,
A harshness comes when describing them...
As fools!
However...
It seems to be an appropriate fit,
By those who have experienced...
The reality and not the romanticized version,
Of their ways and this existence!
Protected,
From scutiny...
And truth!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The importance of the facts testified, and their relations to the affairs of the soul, and the life to come, can make no difference in the principles or the mode of weighing the evidence.
quote by Simon Greenleaf
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Sanctified
Its still getting worse after everything I tried.
What if I found a way to wash it all aside.
What if she touches with those fingertips.
As the words spill out like fire from her lips.
If she says come inside Ill come inside for her.
If she says five it all Ill give everything to her.
I am justified.
I am purified.
I am sanctified.
Inside you
Heavens just a rumor shell dispel.
As she walks me through the nicest parts of hell.
I still dream of lips I never should have never kissed.
Well she knows exactly what I cant resist
If she says come inside Ill come inside for her.
If she says five it all Ill give everything to her.
I am justified.
I am purified.
I am sanctified.
Inside you
Im just caught up in another of her spells.
Shes turning me into someone else.
Everyday I hope and pray this will end.
But when I can I do it all again
If she says come inside Ill come inside for her.
If she says five it all Ill give everything to her.
I am justified.
I am purified.
I am sanctified.
Inside you
As surely as the blades course is run.
Maybe my kingdoms finally come
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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God's Repentance On Yom Kippur
Tricks are narrative competing
in contests for belief
between two parties never meeting
halfway. Like a thief,
each party steals attention that
the other party claims,
asserting it can smell a rat
when those whom it calls names
have narratives they think support
their versions. All is fair
in battles that are fought in court
when truth is not laid bare,
as narratives compete in trials
while neither party budges,
though both may be waylaid by wiles
and knowing winks of judges,
allowing dubious evidence
to help the parties whom
they favor, and this way dispense
their verdicts that spell doom
to those whom they don’t favor, and
in ways quite similar suppress
the evidence that might well hand
to one side the success
that it deserves because of it.
The judge determines who
will win and who will take a hit,
and authorized to do
whatever validates his power,
full of sound and fury
towards both parties. He won’t glower
ever at the jury,
which trusts the narrative, according
to every judge respect.
He’d lose it if they saw him lording
over the effect
which juries think that they, not he,
should have on what he tries,
by what he rules compelled to be
accomplices in lies.
Having written this, it’s odd
that we think we may win
our life trials when the judge is God,
the evidence our sin,
for He is not our peer, although
we’re in His image made,
so how can He correctly know,
while programmed to upbraid,
what makes men do what they all do
because they are not gods.
He doesn’t share our point of view,
and gives us dreadful odds.
I do believe that on Yom Kippur
when to Him many Jews
make journeys as a one-day tripper,
we all ought to refuse
to let Him be our judge before
He’s willing to repent
for being a judgmental bore,
and give divine consent
to all appeals that we may make.
On that day on the rest
I’m willing to give God a break
if He pleads “No contest.”
poem by Gershon Hepner
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How Much Love
Writers: leo sayer & barry mann
How much love do you need
Before you give your love to me
How much time before it grows
How much love I wanna know
What can I do what can I say
The last thing I want is to drive you away
How much love does it take
How much love for heaven sake
How much love how much love
Do I rush right in or do I hesitate
How much love how much love how much love
Am I tryin too hard
Give me some kind of clue
There must be a way to get through to you
Should I come on strong or do I hesitate
Do I rush right in or do I wait
How much love how much love
Do I rush right in or do I hesitate
How much love how much love how much love
I got so much love
Dont know where to begin
Im pleadin with you babe
You gotta let me in
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Puzzling Evidence
You got the cbs...!
And the abc...!
You got time and newsweek!
Well, theyre the same to me!
Now dont you wanna get right with me?
(puzzling evidence)
I hope you get evrything you need
(puzzling evidence)
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart.
...alright!u
Now I am the gun
And you are the bullet
I got the power and glory!
(puzzling)
And the money to buy it!
(puzzling)
Got your gulf and western and your mastercard
(puzzling evidence)
Got what you wanted, lost what you had
(puzzling evidence)
Im seeing
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Its hardened up your heart.
...alright!
Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...u
Well, Im puzzling (huh!)
Im puzzling (huh!)
Im puzzling (huh!)
Puzzling (huh!)
Im puzzling (huh!)
Woo...Im puzzling (huh!)
Sometimes Im puzzling! (huh!)
See the little children! (puzzlin)
And the family! (puzzlin)
Gonna live together! (puzzlin)
Take them home with me! (puzzlin)
Well I hope youre happy with what youve made
(puzzling evidence)
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
(puzzling evidence)
Im seeing
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling (sometimes) evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart
Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...
Im puzzling (huh!)
Puzzling (huh!)
Puzzling (huh!)
P-p-p-puzzlin! (huh!)
Still puzzlin! (huh!)
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Give Me Your Hand
Give me your hand
Some had request a life
Some a heart some a wife
But me, give me your hand
Some had desire your whole
Some your smile others your soul
But as for me give me your hand
Some will plead to stare at your beauty
Others will die to match your quality
But me, give me your hand
Some had grace the day you will nurce their seeds
Some had vow to grant your needs
As for me, give me your hand
I have not a single word to wisper
But my gentle hand is there to offer
So please give me your hand
I will wash it with my blood
And wipe it with bliss from God
You just give me your hand
I have nothing to lift you above
But I will raise your hand with love
Give me your hand
Let us cross huddles with a solmn sing
While I slot the propose ring
Will you give me your hand?
poem by Kemurl Fofanah
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Puzzlin' Evidence
You got the CBS...!
And the ABC...!
You got Time and Newsweek!
Well, they're the same to me!
Now don't you wanna get right with me?
(Puzzling Evidence)
I hope you get ev'rything you need
(Puzzling Evidence)
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart.
...Alright!
Now I am the gun
And you are the bullet
I got the power and glory!
(Puzzling)
And the money to buy it!
(Puzzling)
Got your Gulf and Western and your MasterCard
(Puzzling Evidence)
Got what you wanted, lost what you had
(Puzzling Evidence)
I'm seeing
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Done hardened in your heart
It's hardened up your heart.
...alright!
Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...
Well, I'm puzzling (Huh!)
I'm puzzling (Huh!)
I'm puzzling (Huh!)
Puzzling (Huh!)
I'm puzzling (Huh!)
Woo...I'm puzzling (Huh!)
Sometimes I'm puzzling! (Huh!)
See the little children! (Puzzlin')
And the family! (Puzzlin')
Gonna live together! (Puzzlin')
Take them home with me! (Puzzlin')
Well I hope you're happy with what you've made
(Puzzling Evidence)
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
(Puzzling Evidence)
I'm seeing
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling (sometimes) evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart
Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...
I'm puzzling (Huh!)
Puzzling (Huh!)
Puzzling (Huh!)
P-P-P-Puzzlin'! (Huh!)
Still Puzzlin'! (Huh
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Love Rules
Evry day you pass her in the hall
You just pretend that you dont see her at all
You wanna tell her how much you care
You wanna call her but you just dont dare
Love rules, ooo love rules
Out in the parking lot with all the guys
Dont ever let em see the tears in your eyes
Shes got a date tonight and it aint you
So you go out there and you get one too
Love rules, ooo love rules
Love rules, yeah love rules
You wish you didnt have so much to feel
Its much too scary and its all too real
All your friends are out havin fun
Sometimes you think that youre the only one
That love rules, ooo love rules
While everybodys out makin time
You cant help thinkin youre the last in line
Shes the finest thing youve ever seen
You wrap your arms around her in your dreams
When she smiles it brings you to your knees
You wanna tell her but you always freeze
Shes in the back seat but youre much too shy
Youd give the world to be an older guy
Love rules, ooo love rules
Love rules, yeah love still rules
Love rules, ooo love rules
Love rules, love rules love rules
Love rules
song performed by by Don Henley
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Listeners
Where there are listeners
there is no silence.
Either the sounds
of the listeners' minds
rebound
from the boundlessness of space,
or the universe itself pounds
out a multivociferous chatter;
the sound of reaching out,
selecting
rejecting
and pain;
coming together
and falling apart again.
Every plant, every stone, every sun
has its tongue,
its subtle and interminable vibration.
Every whirling planet
and spinning electron
screams (or whispers) its history.
Reaching out
selecting
rejecting
coming together
falling apart again.
Pain.
Where there are listeners
there is no silence.
The universal music thunders discordant tones
the unintended harmony
in its unintended composition;
the sound of creation
and of decomposition.
poem by Brian Taylor
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The Time Of The Oath
(m - grapow, l - deris)
In a circle of fire
On a cold winter night
I spoke out my desire
Made a promise
I couldnt hide, no!
In a dream
He came along and told me
Your time has come
Your mind belongs to me
Its the time of the oath
The time of the oath
My sweetest memories
Die in the cold
Its the time of the oath
See me couvered
With sadness
And Ill soon wish to die
When the overcoming madness
Is eating up my mind
Here and now
I look back at a good time
No more lie
I slowly say god- bye
Its the time of the oath
The time of the oath
My sweetest memories
Die in the cold
Its the time of the oath
song performed by by Helloween
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The path of sound credence is through the thick forest of skepticism.
quote by George Jean Nathan
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Taking Liberties too far
The lack of enforced discipline.
Is where our troubles all begin.
The evidence is plain to see.
Things are not as they ought to be
Some legal technicality
allows the guilty to go free.
They thus evade due punishment
although they are not innocent.
It’s much the same in homes and schools
Where children disobey the rules.
Without regard to consequence
because they see no evidence.
They will be chastised in due course.
There is no point in having laws
which aren’t enforced impartially.
Applied to all men equally.
A civilised society
which fails to enforce it’s own laws.
Will slide into sheer anarchy.
The lack of discipline the cause.
The time has come: We must review
exactly what the law should do.
To deter those who break the rules
If we do not then we are fools.
08/10/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Im Not The Man
[ merchant ]
[ bassoons: kim laskowski & atsuko sato ]
It crawls on his back, wont ever let him be.
Stares at the walls until the cinder blocks can breathe.
His eyes have gone away, escaping over time.
He rules a crowded nation inside his mind.
He knows that night like his hand.
He knows every move he made.
Late shift, the bell that rang, a time card wont fade.
10:05 his truck pulled home.
10:05 he climbed his stair, about the time he was accused of being there.
But Im not the man.
He goes free as I wait on the row for the man to test the rope hell slip around my throat...
And silence me.
On the day he was tried no witnesses testified.
Nothing but evidence, not hard to falsify.
His own confession was a prosecutors prize,
Made up of fear, of rage and of outright lies.
But Im not the man.
He goes free as the candle vigil glows, as they burn my clothes.
As the crowd cries, hang him slow! and I feel my blood go cold, he goes free.
Call out the kkk, theyre wild after me.
And with that frenzied look of half-demented zeal,
Theyd love to serve me up my final meal.
Wholl read my final rite and hear my last appeal?
Who struck this devils deal?
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Supposing Tomorrow
Whenever I think of the supposing tomorrow
I think of a day without pain and sorrow
Where all bright ray and sunshine
Will appear as all yours and mines
Where all the skies will be free of clouds
And all men's heart will be free of doubts
And every one will be given the share
Of joy and sorrow, smile and tear
And there I wish in the supposing tomorrow
Everyone will be ready to lend and borrow
the flowers of the blooming smile
And fains new ways and bright styles
Where no one will be left alone to sigh
Or fight with sorrow's place taht're high
And no one will be forced to lay
Sorrow's brick one by one with the hay
And I wish I can live taht long
So I can also recieve with song
The day when there'll be no pain and sorrow
Yes ofcourse I'm talking of the supposing tomorrow.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Is There Incest in the Obama Family?
It's Saturday Night Live.....
I mean come on. It’s Chicago’s South side.
Admittedly, there is no evidence of that,
but on the other hand,
there is no convincing evidence
to the contrary and this is just one
of the lingering questions
about Senator Barrack Obama….
poem by Ted Sheridan
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Roses Only
You do not seem to realize that beauty is a liability rather
than
an asset - that in view of the fact that spirit creates form
we are justified in supposing
that you must have brains. For you, a symbol of the
unit, stiff and sharp,
conscious of surpassing by dint of native superiority and
liking for everything
self-dependent, anything an
ambitious civilization might produce: for you, unaided, to
attempt through sheer
reserve, to confuse presumptions resulting from
observation, is idle. You cannot make us
think you a delightful happen-so. But rose, if you are
brilliant, it
is not because your petals are the without-which-nothing
of pre-eminence. Would you not, minus
thorns, be a what-is-this, a mere
perculiarity? They are not proof against a worm, the
elements, or mildew;
but what about the predatory hand? What is brilliance
without co-ordination? Guarding the
infinitesimal pieces of your mind, compelling audience to
the remark that it is better to be forgotten than to be re-
membered too violently,
your thorns are the best part of you.
poem by Marianne Moore
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