Many things about our bodies would not seem to us so filthy and obscene if we did not have the idea of nobility in our heads.
quote by Georg C. Lichtenberg
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The Offer
I want to locate a bit of you, cradle it,
say: this, there is no word for this.
But they will. They who name everything
will define our actions
as we auction our bodies off to sleep.
In our single dram we'd compose
a manifesto on the irregularity of scars.
The very idea demands preparation, as if
choosing a school for an angel.
There are no angles. Just those things
blinking like the teeth of jackals
around the moon's significant tremble.
Isolate the idea of shaking our bodies
under the blank comfort of down and tell
me which way will our knuckles face?
Now shake the idea of our isolated bodies
As the sheets become our Miro.
If you stay, the walls will admit their cracks,
See it forming, already on their lips.
poem by Jeffrey McDaniel
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An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Filthy
Filthy was my mother's womb
From which the creature barrowed through
Filthy is the father's gift
A dysentery vessel malignantly thrift
Filthy are the orbs that burn
Resituates of evil from a convex urn
Filthy is the cognitions blight
In wrecked collections of atrophied sight
Filthy be the tongue that wage
Indiscriminate duplicitous rage
Filthy composes the embryo man
Who never realized which way he begins
Disgust is self attraction, pontificating the irrelevant
And I am blind to the future which was due last week
While collecting old debt of childhood alimony
Making friends with the silhouettes on television
Because a dog ate my marbles and flew to the moon
While I fit as a statue of constant uncertainty,
Cradling the rags that build my daughter of gravity
That strangles my words into cryptic complexes
Of elegant stupidity that worships vein incredulity
For filthy is and filthy be, my wife for life that no one sees
Filthy is the boy in snow
Who pollutes the earth with its afterglow
Filthy is the passing silence
From which impeaches a thoughtless blindness
Filthy becomes the wasted minutes
Killing the chances for this solitary sentence
Filthy be the secrets lived
When the truth is there in an open lid
Filthy is the life time lost
In dumb pursuits of this word thats tossed
Filthy is the writer of me
When I am not in control of who I should be
For I am truly purity
Without the shame of sanity
poem by Kevin Patrick
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Think noble, Talk noble and Get Nobel
Noble are those
Who have self evolved
Humane values
And who stand by what they value
Not necessarily nobility
Of a person is assessed
On what they own or acquired
On whether they have power and authority
Any way present day requirement is that
A person needs to be rich and powerful
For he or she to be declared noble
Nobility enhances with popularity
The more popularity the greater nobility
The cumulative effect of
Power and popularity is
Immensely reflected on
The hurry in which one gets into
Noble cadre
Thus a person with
Self evolved humane values
Popularity, fame and power
Assumes greater nobility
In the society
But note the fame one acquires
Through notoriety
Does not and will add to his
Nobility scale
The person may even create
Controversies without, of course,
Affecting the social harmony
And remain noble
What about acting on your noble ideas
It looks from one of the recent
Nobel awardees
That you need not act
On your ideas
Just keep talking about them
In all possible gatherings
But ensure that the crowd accepts
Whatever great things you have to say
To become a Nobel Laureate
You require to do only these
Think noble
Just talk noble
And get the Nobel
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Nobility of conduct is a greater recommendation than nobility of birth.
I was no Marie Antoinette. I was not born to nobility, but I had a human right to nobility.
quote by Imelda Marcos
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Nobility of soul is more honourable than nobility of birth.
Insincerity
To die for
the most obscene
expression
to come out of the mouth
of talking heads
their insincerity
as palpable
as the lack of talent.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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The nobility
The decadence of the nobility
Plagues the society, unobserved, more than
The immorality of the mass does.
Yet the nobility emerges unsoiled.
01.10.2010.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Hearts Filthy Lesson
Hearts filthy lesson
Hearts filthy lesson
Hearts filthy lesson
Theres always the diamond friendly
Sitting in the laugh hotel
The hearts filthy lesson
With her hundred miles to hell
Oh, ramona, if there was only something between us
If there was only something between us
Other than our clothes
Something in our skies
Something in our skies
Something in our blood
Something in our skies
Paddy
Paddy, whos been wearing mirandas clothes?
Its the hearts filthy lesson
Hearts filthy lesson
Hearts filthy lesson
Falls upon deaf ears
Its the hearts filthy lesson
Hearts filthy lesson
Hearts filthy lesson
Falls upon deaf ears
Falls upon dead years
Oh ramona, if there was only some kind of future
Oh ramona, if there was only some kind of future
And these cerulean skies
Something in our skies
Something in our skies
Something in our blood
Something in our skies
Paddy, paddy?
Paddy will you carry me, I think Ive lost my way
Im already five years older Im already in my grave
Im already
Im already
Im already
Will you carry me?
Oh paddy, I think Ive lost my way
Paddy
What a fantastic death abyss
Paddy
What a fantastic death abyss
Its the hearts filthy lesson
Tell the others
Its the hearts filthy lesson
What a fantastic death abyss
Tell the others
Its the hearts filthy lesson
Paddy
What a fantastic death abyss
Its the hearts filthy lesson
Tell the other
song performed by by David Bowie
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Then You Turn Away
I didnt want to see you
Not when youre at your best
And talk about the weather
I couldnt pass the test
So many things I do
So many things I say
Give you the wrong idea
So many things I do
So many things I say
Just make a fool of me
Then you turn away
Then you turn away
I couldnt help but call you
I waited almost all the week
I didnt want to hear you
Laughing aloud at me
So many things I do
So many things I say
Give you the wrong idea
So many things I do
So many things I say
Just make a fool of me
Then you turn away
Then you turn away
Theres people saying that its obvious
That Im wasting my time on you
And people saying that its obvious
That Ive fallen in love, its not true
So many things I do
So many things I say
Give you the wrong idea
So many things I do
So many things I say
Just make a fool of me
Then you turn away
Then you turn away
song performed by by Omd
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Free Like A Flying Demon
Im calling upon your attention
Now is the time, were talking serious redemption
Come follow me
Red light wasnt warning when I first saw her body move
I wasnt sure it was a jet stall.
I thought I had it all, now I am down and low
Memories on the wall, I have to let it go...
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Why cant you see into the future?
Youre going to get hurt by someone who wont suit ya
They call it your destiny
But I am pretty sure now
That one whos lonely cant get hurt / is getting stronger
I thought I had it all, now I am down and low
Memories on the wall, I have to let it go...
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Someday it might just work but this aint that time
This grounded flight is taking off, Ill leave you behind
Im free like....a demon....no more of them filthy lies
Just free like....a demon....this is the day of my life
Im free like....a demon....no more of them filthy lies
Just free like....a demon....this is the day of my life
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
Im free like a flying demon, no more of them filthy lies
Just free like a flying demon, this is the day of my life
song performed by by E-type
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Cutting Greens
curling them around
i hold their bodies in obscene embrace
thinking of everything but kinship.
collards and kale
strain against each strange other
away from my kissmaking hand and
the iron bedpot.
the pot is black.
the cutting board is black,
my hand,
and just for a minute
the greens roll black under the knife,
and the kitchen twists dark on its spine
and i taste in my natural appetite
the bond of live things everywhere.
poem by Lucille Clifton
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Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life - think of it, dream of it, live on idea. Let the brain, muscles, nerves, every part of your body, be full of that idea, and just leave every other idea alone. This is the way to success.
quote by Swami Vivekananda
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Filthy (not yet finished)
I'll show you what pain is.
You'll regret what you've done.
Toyed with me, fucked with me
And now it's begun.
I'll show you what hate is.
It's from me to you.
You dirty old fucking man
You'll be dead when I'm through.
Mommy couldn't fix it...
Daddy doesn't know...
The doctor couldn't fix it...
Now everyone will know...
RAPE!
Please help me, God...
RAPE!
No, not again...
RAPE!
I don't love you, I don't love you...
RAPE!
IT'S GONNA FUCKING END!
YOU'RE NOT MY DADDY!
GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!
YOU'RE NOT MY DADDY!
GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME!
FILTHY!
FILTHY!
FILTHY!
FILTHY!
poem by Christine Woodrich
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We Dug A Hole
His head is a big black hole
full of big black things
and it sucks so hard
you could never against the mud
Sugar plum, no ones ever seen anything come
ouch, what a travesty, what a sad fate
someone get a band-aid please
we gotta get this guy a machine for his cranium
I mean I don't need
maybe I don't hear what i need
this never really goes anywhere
We dug a hole
And put our heads in it
We dug a hole
We dug a hole
And put our heads in
This winter they come too quick and broad
with not enough hot spiced cider or cinnamon toast
you never think you know this but when you got a dead start
sucking up both times in your brain
things start to change
and for the record let me say
its not his fault that things never change
the summer is always too short
and still they broke up for a guy with a black hole in his head
and you'll never meet him anyway
We dug a hole
And put our heads in it
We dug a hole
We dug a hole
And put our heads in it
We dug a hole
(We dug a hole)
song performed by by Ok Go
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Universal...
a dropp of rain when it heads your head
is no longer a dropp of rain
it becomes an idea and an idea is always
for the universe
it is not at you, neither shall it become yours
it becomes an ocean
there is no trace of my name neither yours
there is not a hint of any title
ownership is strange, it cannot be understood
in this realm
what love is there is not just for you
it is not just you
it comes, it touches, it changes
everyone
everything
do not claim it as exclusively yours,
it isn't
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Strangely Substantial
I live with the Discworld view that everything, reality
and idea, comes into existence when created by
imagination, continuing in narrative
All-That-Is is the product of thought processes, everybody
interacts within temporary illusions brought about and
maintained by intersubjective consensus
It works as long as we remain in physical bodies to keep
these illusions alive; energy, intelligent and aware,
manifests freely, flowing towards everything
We are as unreal as the legends and myths we create, all
things are only as relevant and applicable as we choose
to make them; we are as strangely substantial
As the thoughts and ideas in our heads - I base my dreams
on the following elements: Delight in Manifestation, Joy in
Variety, Wisdom as Reason and Love as Respect
My life is woven of the visions and ideals by which we
transcend spacetime in blissful spirals of infinitely
continuing improvement…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The universal principle of etymology in all languages: words are carried over from bodies and from the properties of bodies to express the things of the mind and spirit. The order of ideas must follow the order of things.
quote by Giambattista Vico
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Sonnet- God Is Very Patient
When all the land you see looks uneven;
The landscape looking rugged and filthy;
When all men seem worldly, anti-heaven;
Their minds and bodies, souls too unhealthy!
When all the air you breathe has odor foul;
By dust and smog and pollutants man-made;
No lung is spared, of man and beast or Owl,
And man lives lifespan shorter and must fade.
When all the deeds of men are self-centered,
Men live like Blood-suckers and Hounds and Fox;
Forgetting that all things are God-entered;
Man ignores soul as much as feet and socks!
The Earth appears like Wasteland everywhere!
Oh, ’Tis a wonder how the Lord canst bear.
poem by John Celes
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