I think in the corridors of power these dangerous kinds of orders are issued in a much more vague way, passed down two or three levels of command before they're given to the assassin.
quote by Eddie Campbell
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The Assassin, the Artist, and the Dog
Walking across this dangerous land
In this magical but corrupted world
The assassin, the artist, and the dog travel
This world is unbalanced
It surely is a world in ruin
The assassin, the artist, and the dog travel
And they know
That to survive
They must fight
Whether they like it or not
The assassin has his dangerous swords
and sharpened throwing tools
The artist has her enchanted paintbrushes
and magical paints
The dog has his bark and bite
And that's good enough for him
Everything else is perfect for the rest of them
During the day
During the night
As they travel along
It's a world on the brink of madness
But the assassin, the artist, and the dog know
of that
They know of the choices and chances they'll
have to make and take
It's tough out there to survive
But they know what it will take
They know what the world is like
They know how the world is
poem by Justin Gildow
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How Deep Do You Want To Go?
Here we are!
Finally.
At level one.
'What were those other levels,
We passed through?
And...
Just how many levels are there? '
Those 'other' levels?
They comprised the toy department.
Now we begin the seriousness,
Of our journey.
Level one is the introduction.
'And...
How many levels are there?
How deep are you taking us? '
How deep do you want to go?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ch 01 Manner of Kings Story 30
A padshah having issued orders to kill an innocent man, the latter said: ‘"O king, seek not thine own injury on account of the anger thou bearest towards me." He asked: "How?" The man replied: "This punishment will abide with me one moment but the sin of it for ever with thee."
The period of life has passed away like the desert wind.
Bitter and sweet, ugliness and beauty have passed away.
The tyrant fanded he had done injury to us.
It remained on his neck and passed away from us.
This admonition having taken effect, the king spared his blood.
Coronation of a King
Finally crowned king of this world!
He'd come along roads and across rivers,
He was the man from the other world,
He wasn't deterred by estrangement,
He didn't know the way back,
Nor did he want to tread that path,
All he wanted was to cruise ahead,
To trample down the new tracks,
Not to take those beaten paths.
Corridors of power mapped in his brain,
Just marched ahead with a steely intent.
Power over people and power over the world,
Readily renounced control over himself,
Lost all power he had over himself,
For power over people and the world.
Thus he roamed the corridors of power,
Waiting for the day he'd be king,
The coronation over, power gained,
But I await the day he'd rue the loss,
The lost control over his own life.
poem by Saju Abraham
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I, Assassin
We are assassins
We are not evil
We act with reason and heart
Your heart
We are not vicious
Is that surprising?
Were so much larger than life
I, assassin, I am
I, assassin, I am
I just arrived
Something to fix
This new depression
We are not hunters
We are just patient
Well wait a lifetime for you
Just you
Ive never felt good
Ive never felt bad
Ive never felt much at all
I, assassin, I am
I, assassin, I am
Theres nothing personal
Just read the papers
Thats real
song performed by by Gary Numan
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All Kinds Of Time
The clocks running down
the teams losing ground
to the opposing defense
the young quarterback
waits for the snap
when suddenly it all starts to make sense
he's got all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he takes a step back
he's under attack
but he knows that no one can touch him now
he seems so at ease
a strange inner peace
its all that he's feeling somehow
he's got all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he thinks of his mother
he thinks of his bride to be
he thinks of his father
his two younger brothers
gathered around the wide screen t.v.
he looks to the left
he looks to the right
and there in a golden ray of light
and there his open man
just like he planned
the world is his tonight
he's got all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
he's got all kinds of time
all kinds of time
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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She Takes
She takes one step back
And falls to the ground
Can not seem to stop laughing
Joking they say to all she has done
Not nearly what she sees tonight
All kinds of time she says
All kinds of time
She has all kinds of time
Drinking with despair they take her down
Throwing it all around
She has no money to spare
As she ask for help from her friends
All kinds of time he says
All kinds of time
He has all kinds of time
Writing it all for him to see
The way he use to be
No father around as she passes out
From not sleeping she's been wishing
All kinds of time they say
All kinds of time
All kinds of time to break her down
Nothing around as she picks herself up
In a place that has no name
Came on a bus with a bottle
She's been drinking
She settles down with no help
Can't remember the last night she felt sound
All kinds of time she says
All kinds of time
She has all kinds of time
poem by Sara Pounds
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Corridors Of Our Memories
Down the corridors of our memories,
we stroll whenever we can,
finding snippets of our life left behind.
Loves that we wanted but lost,
heartaches that fell upon us
in those long ago days.
We stroll down the corridors
looking for things we forgot
finding little pockets
that we had forgotten about.
Little treasure that made our life full
now only a memory from a faraway hill
that we once climbed,
but will never climb again.
Faces flicker passed as if on some movie screen
of people from our past never to be seen again.
All of them deposited along
the corridors of our memories
where we like to stroll along
every now and then.
poem by David Harris
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Who Keep What I Feel Felt Real
As described by those who are now mired,
In dire straits.
I am sure the pain felt is real.
I felt the same way about my own.
And when I healed,
With the understanding how that was done...
Those now with long faces,
Were nowhere to be traced.
Most of them were racing...
From mall to mall.
With shopping as the agenda.
And with those expressed feelings,
From a few to show me I was still someone...
In their hearts and minds.
I realized this...
They are the kinds of people in my life I prioritize.
They are the kinds of people in my life,
Who keep what I feel felt real and me alive inside.
At the top of my list they are.
They are the kind of people I need not think twice,
To shower with my full respect.
The rest?
I wish them all the best.
They are not of my concern.
What has been earned...
Has already been issued, valued and satisfied.
No masquerades, charades or disguises needed.
What has been earned...
Has already been issued, valued and satisfied.
And with that between us known...
Apologies expressed are few and limited.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Assassin
Track 1 of _Fugazi_ ---
I am the assassin, with tongue forged from eloquence.
I am the assassin, providing your nemesis.
On the sacraficial altar to success, my friend;
Unleash a stranger from a kiss, my friend;
No incantations of remorse, my friend;
Unsheath the blade within the voice,
my friend, my friend, my friend, my friend
I am the assassin, (assassin, assassin)
Who decorates the scarf with the fugi knot,
Who camouflaged emotion in the thousand-yard stare,
Who gouged the notches in the family tree,
Who hypnotized the guilt in career rhythm trance.
Assassin, assassin, assassin, assassin.
(Assassin , my friend.)
Listen as the syllables of slaughter cut with calm precision,
Patterned frosty phrases rape your ears and sew the ice incision.
Adjectives of annihilation bury the point beyond redemption,
Venomous verbs of ruthless candor plagiarize assassins' fervor.
Apocalyptic alphabet casting spell, the creed of tempered diction,
my friend, your friend, the assassin.
my friend, your friend, the assassin.
A friend in need, is a friend that bleeds...
(my friend, your friend, the assassin.)
A friend in need, is a friend that bleeds...
(my friend, your friend, the assassin.)
Let bitter silence infect the wound,
Let bitter silence infect the wound,
I am the assassin, (your friend)
I am the assassin, (your friend)
I am the assassin, (your friend)
Assassin!
You were a sentimental mercenary in a free-fire zone,
Parading a Hollywood conscience;
You were a fashionable objector with a uniform fetish,
Pavlovian slaver at the cash till ring of success.
A noncom observer, I assassin, the collector... defector.
So you resigned yourself to failure, my friend,
And I emerged the chilling stranger, my friend,
To eradicate the problem, my friend,
Unsheath the blade within the voice,
within the voice, within the voice,
within the voice.
And what do you call assassins who accuse assassins, anyway...
My friend
song performed by by Marillion
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Orders From Headquarters
Mathew 20: 28
Just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and give His life as a ransom for many
Jesus himself came to follow orders. And a great one too. To sacrifice His life for ours. To save us.
Not many like to take orders. Yet in reality, we take orders everyday. Whether it's work, school, parents, or even sports. We are all obliged to take orders whether we like it or not. Why is that though?
Most of the time we take orders from those we need. For example, your boss at work. You take his orders because you need the money. Or your teachers. You take their commands because you're looking to graduate.
In retrospect, we need to follow God's orders because we need Jesus more than anything in this world. He's our provider, our light, our breath of everyday, our everything.
He gave us orders, and that's to serve Him. So how much more do we need to carry out His orders? Jesus did it. So how much more do we?
These are the orders from headquarters, carry out His commandments, seek Him. Evangelize, and care for others according to His will.
In the Name of Jesus. Amen.
poem by Rafael Barboza
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I remember having an argument with Alan, I said the Queen's not just going to call the guy up and send him out to do it. And Alan says, well, how would a monarch give orders to her assassin.
quote by Eddie Campbell
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The POWERFULL
I am the power
Below my bower
Are decided
The bullet’s shower
I am the power
If you are rebel
But are capable
I would help you
Like the crow’s pebble
I am the power
If you are weak
My help is bleak
Let you not shriek
Due to oppression
I am the power
All kinds of “cracies”
Are my policies
Brutal use of power
Are my legacies
I am the power
All organizations
Are in collaboration
Always abet me
In all possible fashion
I am the power
Poor are exploited
Rich are invited
For attaining coffers
Looted from the blighted
I am the power
My ostensible fights
For the all human right
Are my devices
That help me flight
I am the power
poem by Akram Saqib
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Rations were scarcely issued, and the men about preparing supper, when rumors that the enemy had been encountered that day near Gettysburg absorbed every other interest, and very soon orders came to march forthwith to Gettysburg.
quote by Joshua Chamberlain
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Poetry! Poetry! Poetry!
Poetry! Yes!
P. The Purple
P. The Pink
Poetry! Be a mix of emotions,
Poetry! The different kinds of expressions,
Poetry! The different kinds of experiments
Poetry! The Corners of exploration
Yes! Yes! Yes!
The Vague Of Emphasise.
Though be the same thoughts and emotions, he solves the different vexed questions of equations
Poetry! My blue sky!
Poetry! My brown skin
Poetry! My White clown
Poetry! My green grass
Yes! Yes! Yes!
Expressed and impressed,
applied and implied
thrown and blown
pen with a book,
a vein of a blood
Poetry! the visions of missions,
build in all kinds of potions,
Poetry! the zeal of joy,
it being in zone
I Learn!
I Observe
I Like
But! I Love!
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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Deep levels
I am not going to sacrifice myself on deep levels, simply to be pleasant on superficial levels. That means not suffering people that refused to face and resolve issues, as well as conflicts or pretend nothing has changed so as to hold onto power, their fragile sense of control, their pseudo self. Maybe on Facebook but not in real life. Some will say what is the difference. There is none, so good by.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Killing The Thing That You Love
Brick by brick you built a mansion
Piece by piece it seems
Youre tearing it down
Once you walked so tall and handsome
Now nobody even wants you around
Now youre just some kind of
Leftover clown
Now youre like Quasi Modo crying
As you look in the mirror
At what youve become
Killing the thing that you love
Like Lennons assassin
Lennons assassin
Reaching for Venus De Milo
But shes never gonna hold you tight
You plant plutonium silos
Then you blister from the sun thats too bright
Like a vampire stepping into the light
Just a victim of your own greed as you
Look in the mirror
At what youve become
Killing the world that you love
Like Lennons assassin
Lennons assassin
The genius of a generation
Blown away just like a leaf on the wind
And now youre looking for salvation
But you cant forget the places youve been
And you cant erase a lifetime of sin
And you cant escape the answers as you
Look in the mirror
At what youve become
Dredging the river for what you have done
Killing the thing that you love
Like Lennons assassin
Lennons assassin
song performed by by Styx
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Parallels For The Pious
'HE holds a pistol to my head,
Swearing he will shoot me dead,
If he have not my purse instead,
The robber!'
'He, with the lash of wealth and power,
Flogs out my heart and flings the dower,
The sneering pittance of his hour,
The robber!'
'He shakes his serpent tongue that lies,
Wins trust for poisoned sophistries,
And stabs me in the dark, and flies,
The assassin!'
'He pits me in the dreadful fight
Against my fellow. Then he quite
Strips both his victims in the night,
The assassin!'
poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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Saul Exercised Power Like A FBI Or CIA Agent?
It is said a leopard cannot change its spots.
Saul like an ancient homeland security official
exercised power like a modern FBI or CIA agent?
Please examine the evidence of Saul's extensive power.
Saul was present and sanctioned Stephen's execution. Acts 7.57-8: 1.
Saul went door-to-door looking for Christian felons. Acts 8: 3.
Saul was issued Christians arrest warrants. Acts 22: 4-5.
Saul believed he was serving God (the President and Nation) :
by enforcing the law and carrying out the orders
of the Jewish Sanhedrin (the Supreme Court) . Acts 22: 3.
Saul obviously had studied the laws of the Sanhedrin;
and received extensive 'field training' for those duties.
The very name Saul struck terror into first converted Christians.
Split imaging from the poem ‘Transformation Inquisition Saul Into Paul Of Tarsus'.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Vagueness: The Letter
I was angry
and high.
anger is always high.
-When I brake all my rules and standards.-
I wrote
a vague
letter
to Eileen,
i was vague,
my anger was vague,
as well as the words,
the comma, and the vague spacing between the dots.
I should be simple
in writing
all my letters to her.
the vagueness should be left to the ink.
poem by Atef Ayadi
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