If I leave my computer, I'm probably not going to get back for hours. If I take a few minutes to answer questions and go web surfing, then guilt kicks in and I get back to work.
quote by Raymond E. Feist
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Always Asking Questions
We all want peace we dont want misery
So many of us wont let us be these things
But we only are confused
We feel stronger as we grow older
But still we feel bemused
Always asking questions
Were always asking questions
And the temptation is to just step back
Well we give what we lack
We will always be asking questions
Why rich?
Why poor?
Always asking questions
Were always asking questions
Why this?
Why that?
Were always asking questions
Why this?
Why that?
Always asking
Dont stop asking
Dont stop asking questions
Always asking questions
In answer to this question is just shut up
You dont know
I dont know
Nobody knows
This is an answer to every question
This is a place to begin
Always asking questions
Always asking questions
Why this?
Why that?
Why this?
Why that?
Always asking questions
(why this why that? )
Always asking questions
(why this why that? )
Always asking questions
(why this why that? )
Words: william bryant
Music: howard jones
song performed by by Howard Jones
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The computer and its information cannot answer any of the fundamental questions we need to address to make our lives more meaningful and humane. The computer cannot provide an organizing moral framework. It cannot tell us what questions are worth asking. It cannot provide a means of understanding why we are here or why we fight each other or why decency eludes us so often, especially when we need it the most. The computer is... a magnificent toy that distracts us from facing what we most need to confront — spiritual emptiness, knowledge of ourselves, usable conceptions of the past and future.
quote by Neil Postman
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Home Alone Distressed Without Working Computer
Home alone without a working computer
I am at a loss
Every few minutes I think to look something up
No Google No Wikipedia Nothing
I want to read my mail
No mail
No entertainments from YouTube either
Where is the joy of perpetually going
From one interesting link to another?
Above all I am lost without my documents
This is my system for work and I cannot write without it
Without my computer I wonder what to do with my time
I do not have patience for all the books on my table
I am used to achieving things
In smaller times and spaces
Without my computer
I cannot be myself
I am lost without it
My mind wanders helplessly toward fixing this one
Or immediately getting another –
Oh why can’t I make just one click
And have it all back?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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2 Weeks
14 Days left
336 hours
Until the end of this chapter
The chapter of hell in my life
2 weeks until I leave
8 hours a day
8 hours of hell in this school
Dealing with ignorance driven by people
Pushing back judgmental walls
After all 8 years in this prison
All I have is 2 weeks,14 days,336 hours left inside this hellhole
Now I can’t figure out what to do
Skip graduation, or stand on the stage and face the music?
That answer has left me then came back
In just 2 week I’ll be gone never to set foot inside again
In just 14 days I’ll leave and never turn back
In just 336 hours, my face will be erased from this place
2 weeks until I graduate from 8th grade
Why now, it must end sooner
In just 2 months I’ll be in high school
2 weeks…
14 days… 336 hours…
The memory of me will be gone
poem by Marcellus Watts
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Surfing On A Rocket
Time for flying rockets
For silver jets
For surfing bombs
Surfing on a rocket
Don't pray to go
Please take my hand
Don't get me down
Surfing on a rocket
I'll be back one day
Just pray for me
I'm on my way
Surfing on a rocket
5 4 3 2 1 0
No one can stop me to go
You'll never see me again
song performed by by Air
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It's really not that hard. If I do a Tonight Show, it's six or seven minutes. If I do a concert, it's 90 minutes. If I do an interview, that's 15 minutes. So by the end of the day I've done three hours worth of work.
quote by Howie Mandel
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Getcha Back
Bow bow bow bow oop
Ahh ooo oohh waaa oooo
Bow bow bow bow oop
Ahh ooo oohh waaa oooo
The other night they were playing our song
Hadnt heard it for oh so long
Took me back darlin to that time in my car
When you cried all night cause wed gone too far
Can I ever getcha back
Getcha back baby
Gonna getcha back getcha back
Getcha back getcha back baby
Gonna getcha back getcha back
Can I ever getcha back
Im getting tired laying around here at night
Thinkin bout some other guy holding you tight
He may have money and a brand new car
May even treat you like a movie star
And no matter what he ever do for you
He can never love you like I can do
So if I leave her and you leave him
Can we ever get it back again
Getcha back getcha back baby
Gonna getcha back getcha back
Getcha back getcha back baby
Gonna getcha back getcha back
Can I ever getcha back
Bow bow bow oop
Bow bow bow oop
(getcha back) Ill leave her
(getcha back) and you leave him
(getcha back) can we baby
(getcha back) get it back again
(getcha back) Ill leave her
(getcha back) and you leave him
(getcha back) can we baby
(getcha back) get it back again
(getcha back) Ill leave her
(getcha back) and you leave him
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Computer and Man
I am great
All men I educate
I am capable
I am Irresistible,
I have a lot of memory
I answer every query
I have loads of power
Around me mankind hover
I solve problems arithmetical
I carry out operations logical
I am very intelligent
From men I'm different
I am a titan
I am super human
Can you guess
Who I am?
Yes! I am the COMPUTER.
The computer, itself thus prides
And on a high horse it rides.
It cannot comprehend
That man has been his friend
And that he had been behind
The work computer had stream-lined
To execute the multitude of commands
Which man had given for his demands.
Man is equal to the computer
When he speculates he is the man of matter.
As is the computer in man's hands
Is he not the man in God's hands?
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poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Life Gets Me To Wonder
(10/01/11)
Life gets me to wonder, life gets me to think
Am I losing my mind, am I on the brink.
So many questions that enter my mind every day
I think hard about one, and the rest seem to fade away.
Once I find the answer then to the next level I will go
It’s amazing - how god lets us know.
Every question and every answer is a step
That we must climb - and we’ll continue to do this
Till the end of our time.
We will always have questions - that’s why
God gave us a mind.
Knowledge is power on that I don’t deny.
But there are more questions than any of us care to admit
And when we can’t answer them - we surely catch a fit.
Questions about health, love, work, religion
Just to name a few - this list goes on
What are we supposed to do.?
poem by Louis Rams
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Man Or Machine
Auto, bus, walking and sweating dermis,
somehow on time I reach my office.
work needs to be finished on time so I sit infront of computer.
breakfast time, toast, butter and tea glass,
hurriedly I eat, unaware it may appear boorish and crass.
work needs to be finished on time so I sit infront of computer.
lunch time, dosa containing rice, dal and yeast,
the way I eat can put to shame any wild beast.
work needs to be finished on time so I sit infront of computer.
till evening, I am tired, drowsy and dozy
but I skip the plan to go outside to have some tea.
work needs to be finished on time so I sit infront of computer.
My head aches, my eye burns
but I continue work amidst yawns.
work needs to be finished on time so I sit infront of computer.
Just before logout, I work with great pace,
with time I contest, compete and race.
work needs to be finished on time so a computer sits infront of computer.
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poem by Md. Asadullah
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Answers
There are lots of questions
some good, none bad.
Time, overwhelmed,
and finally a little bored with so many questions,
answers all the same
not maliciously but frankly
because Time has found
the answer unvarying, always the same.
Time, the adjudicator
whose eyes are green stones, by the way, nods and gently says
'yes, Joy is real, but temporary;
entirely valid, it's case.
Go for it, go for it, whatever-
at all and every stage
All and every....stage', Time intones,
Then turning meditative
and almost forgetting the question,
'just do no harm.
But don't expect it to last-
that's fool's work;
and leave the furniture alone!
the careful configuration of furniture
cannot insure happiness. Much.
Happiness comes from acceptance
of the furniture as it is. Largely.
Everyone is good at something'.
Then Time, exhausted and sickened
by so much sanctimony, sinks back, sits up, adding,
a bit sadly, 'Remember, in the end
the answer is always the same'.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Ladies Aid Society
Well you thought you found your answer
on that magic carpet ride last night
When you wake up in the morning
the world still gets you uptight
There's nothing that you ain't tried
to fill the emptiness inside
But when you come back down girl,
you still ain't feeling right
You think you're going to find yourself
a little bit of paradise
Well it ain't happened yet
so girl you better think twice
Can't you see no matter what you do,
you'll never run away from you
And if you keep on running,
you'll still have the pay the price
Don't you know that
kicks just keep getting harder to find
And all your kicks
ain't bringing you peace of mind
Before you find out it's too late girl,
you better get straight
Nobody told me (kicks)
No, you don't need to help
You face the world each day
That road goes nowhere
I going to help you find yourself another way
song performed by by Monkees
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Kicks
You thought you found the answer on that magic carpet ride last night,
But, when you wake up in the morning, the world still gets you uptight,
Well, theres nothing that you aint tried
To fill the emptiness inside,
But, when you come back down, you still aint feeling right.
It seems like kicks just keep getting harder to find,
All your kicks aint bringing you peace of mind,
Before you find out its too late,
Youd better get straight,
But, not with kicks, you just need help now.
You think youre gonna find yourself a little piece of paradise,
But, it aint happened yet, so now youd better think twice,
Dont you see, no matter what you do,
Youll never run away from you
If you keep on running, youll have to pay the price.
Dont it seem like, kicks just keep getting harder to find,
All your kicks aint bringing you peace of mind,
Before you find out its too late,
Youd better get straight,
But, not with kicks.
To help you face the world each day,
That road goes nowhere,
Im gonna help you find yourself another way.
Kicks just keep getting harder to find
You dont need kicks, now,
And all your kicks aint bringing you peace of mind
You just need help, now,
Before you find out its too late, youd better get straight
Youd better, youd better, youd better.
Kicks just keep getting harder to find
You dont need kicks, now,
And all your kicks aint bringing you peace of mind
You just need help, now,
Before you find out its too late, youd better get straight
Youd better, youd better, youd better.
Kicks just keep getting harder to find
And all your kicks aint bringing you peace of mind
Before you find out its too late, youd better get straight
Kicks just keep getting harder to find
And all your kicks aint bringing you peace of mind
Before you find out its too late, youd better get straight
Fade out...
song performed by by Monkees
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Learn To Do It With The Action
Slaughtered by the onslaught of thoughts.
That are deep and hidden,
To leave one feeling guilt ridden.
Don't let them ride your back like that.
Decide right now,
You want satisfaction.
Slaughtered by the onslaught of thoughts.
That are deep and hidden,
To leave one feeling guilt ridden.
Don't let them ride your back like that.
Decide you want satisfaction,
And...
Satisfaction is where it's at.
Some people find themselves getting crazed,
Over things they can't afford to give.
As if they are committed to give and not get.
So they sit and twist their minds into fits.
Some people find themselves getting crazed,
When the holidays of feeding greed...
Come to empty their pockets then leave.
Like a buyer's remorse that's grieved.
Oh no,
Let go of the hold.
It's not worth the beholding.
Slaughtered by the onslaught of thoughts.
That are deep and hidden,
To leave one feeling guilt ridden.
Don't let them ride your back like that.
Decide you want satisfaction,
And...
Satisfaction is where it's at.
Don't allow a guilt to ride attached to your back.
Learn to grab some satisfaction.
Don't allow a guilt to ride like that!
Learn to grab some satisfaction.
And...
Learn to do it with the action.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Do it yourself
Day in and day out
I work hard to keep you happy
and off my aching back for once
and yet.....
It never seems to work.
You say you never asked,
yet if I didn't, you'd be angry,
at me, so therefore it's assumed.
I do and I do and I work and I work.
Day in and day out, nothing but try.
No thank you or appreciation,
just screams, and discontent.
Another sharp pain
into my overworked back.
Why can't you ever be happy?
I try so hard, and for nothing!
But it never seems to work
and you're sitting back
while I'm hurting.
Nothing is ever fine with you
everything is complicated
neverending.....
If you're not happy with
my progress and work
well guess what?
Do it yourself and leave me be.
poem by Jacqueline Dougherty
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What Now?
now the questions are asking you
what now? quo vadis?
where to? what for?
why?
yes, why above all.
the questions are asking you
and you must answer with the very same questions to the questions
you beg, and they beg too
the answer to the questions
but you have no answers really
you have learned the art of wisdom
its own ways
its own manners of not answering with answers
who knows? no one knows?
oh, ahh, i must start from where wisdow
was born
here i am and i know nothing....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Is Work For Some
Many people pretend to work,
But very few actually work.
The rest of them hardly work,
Pushing files is doing work.
In front of the computer they sit,
busy working on the elusive target.
But in actual fact they surf the net,
Switching tabs from site to site.
Surfing tabs is so fast you see,
boss hardly realizes your strategy.
You close one tab opening another,
movement is so fast there is no bother.
You buy that Nintendo for your son,
and a few books from flipkart.com.
Played magic marbles and scrabble,
without your boss getting any wiser.
Then off to facebook you take a peep,
Harvesting on Farmville buying sheep.
They have English Farm and Cityville too,
games on Facebook, you play them too.
Boss sees that you are unduly busy,
he checks from the control suspiciously.
The next day you can’t access the net link,
you tube and games now are drawing blank.
They say a program had been devised,
Surfing of net aimlessly is now stopped.
All spare time is now spent gossiping.
all talk about their bosses shortcomings.
People now do not pretend to work,
they now actually have to do work.
The ones who had never done any work,
are writing on files and pushing work.
poem by Renu Kakkar
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Suffering Consequences Of Melt Down Moments
a lesson for those who have lost precious
work because of virus corrupted computer discs
power failures fire molten personal computers
we cannot rewrite the old we must create the new
golden rule preventing loss back up back up back up...
to save the irreplaceable such a simple thing to do
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Come Back To Bed
Still is the life
of your room when you're not in sight
And all of your things
Tell the sweetest storyline
Your tears on these sheets
And your footsteps are down the hall
Tell me what I did
I can't find where the moment went wrong at all
You can be mad in the morning
I'll take back what I said
Just don't leave me alone here
It's cold, baby
Come back to bed, Come back to bed
Come back to bed, Come back to bed
Come on back to bed
What will this fix?
You know you're not a quick forgive
And I wont sleep through this
I survive on the breath you are finished with
You can be mad in the morning
I'll take back what I said
Just dont leave me alone here
It's cold, baby
Come back to bed, Come back to bed
Come back to bed, Come back to bed
You can be mad in the morning
Or the afternoon instead
But don't leave me 98 and 6 degrees of seperation from you, baby
Come back to bed x4
Don't hold your love over my head x5
song performed by by John Mayer
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Pars[English Translation]
Leave, and above all dont come back,
Leave. what will you do without me?
Whatever happens, I will always be with you,
So leave, and above all dont come back.
Leave, and above all dont come back,
Leave. what will you do without me?
Whatever happens, I will always be with you,
So leave, and above all dont come back.
Leave (pars)
So leave, and above all dont come back,
Leave, but what do you have? push off!
Whatever happens, I will always be with you, so leave, and above all dont come back.
Leave (pars)
And the child? he is with me,
He is there, he is amusing, like your eyes,
He is like you, impatient!
He has nothing to fear, he loves life and death does not scare him, oh leave!
Shut up! what do you have? leave!
I love you, forever, its necessary forever, so leave. push off!
Its fine, leave? what will you do without me? so leave,
Fine. no problem, leave. but come back to me. so leave. I love you.
song performed by by Grace Jones
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