A civilization is a heritage of beliefs, customs, and knowledge slowly accumulated in the course of centuries, elements difficult at times to justify by logic, but justifying themselves as paths when they lead somewhere, since they open up for man his inner distance.
quote by Antoine de Saint-Exupery
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From A Distance
(alan jackson/randy travis)
Just another bar
With loud guitars
Smoke and candles burning low
And the same ol boys
Their backs to the bar
Staring across a crowded floor
Then I hear a familiar sound
Your voice laughing out loud
From a distance I can see you
Dancing slowly with somebody new
But I cant hold you like I want to
But I can love you from a distance
So I take a chair
In a corner somewhere
You cant see me
But I can look at you
And I remember those times
When I looked in your eyes
The way that he now looks at you
Deep down I know its over
But it hurts me when hes so much closer
From a distance I can see you
Dancing slowly with somebody new
But I cant hold you like I want to
But I can love you from a distance
And if I cant hold you near me
Ill just hold onto your memory
From a distance I can see you
Dancing slowly with somebody new
But I cant hold you like I want to
But I can love you from a distance
Ill always love you from a distance
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Paths 2
Some paths lead to dead ends,
some lead to pastures new,
but whatever path you take
it is always up to you.
Some paths are filled with beauty
colourfully decorated on either side.
Some paths are not so cheerful
and gloom hangs from every branch.
Some paths are well worn
where many feet have gone through.
Some paths have not been ventured on
and these always hold something new,
but whatever path you take
it is always up to you.
26 October 2009
poem by David Harris
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Jusitfy My Love (Orbit 12" Mix)
I wanna kiss you in Paris
I wanna hold your hand in Rome
I wanna run naked in a rainstorm
Make love in a train cross-country
You put this in me
So now what, so now what?
Chorus:
Wanting, needing, waiting
For you to justify my love
Hoping, praying
For you to justify my love
I want to know you
Not like that
I don't wanna be your mother
I don't wanna be your sister either
I just wanna be your lover
I wanna be your baby
Kiss me, that's right, kiss me
(chorus)
Yearning, burning
For you to justify my love
What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do?
Talk to me -- tell me your dreams
Am I in them?
Tell me your fears
Are you scared?
Tell me your stories
I'm not afraid of who you are
We can fly!
Poor is the man
Whose pleasures depend
On the permission of another
Love me, that's right, love me
I wanna be your baby
(chorus)
I'm open and ready
For you to justify my love
To justify my love
Wanting, to justify
Waiting, to justify my love
Praying, to justify
To justify my love
I'm open, to justify my love
song performed by by Madonna
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Here & Now
Here and now
Is the way I live
Unafraid of
What life gives
And there have been times in my life
I couldnt see a difference
In pain or in joy
Or in sun or in rain
They just seem the same
But Im only human
Branded by my ambitions
But Im going to make it
Here and now
Is the way I live
With an open heart and mind
So many intentions
In this life I could have followed
But one of those
Paths must lead to your heart
Here and now
Is the way I live
Unafraid of
What life gives
Respect things I dont understand
So many intentions
In this life I could have followed
But one of those
Paths must lead to your heart
Here and now
(here and now)
Here and now
song performed by by N Sync
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If we look at music history closely, it is not difficult to isolate certain elements of great potency which were to nourish the art of music for decades, if not centuries.
quote by George Crumb
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Beliefs
I watch you gather round and pray
Its something I can feel
I hear you chant every other day
I think its not quite real
Covered up so close
So as not to see
Are you happy are you happy this way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
A distance that is more than miles
Such a long long way
Its fine for men to be westernised
Will a woman ever see that day
Maybe maybe its not for me to understand
Do you think do you think
Do you think its better that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
song performed by by Texas
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Beliefs
I watch you gather round and pray
Its something I can feel
I hear you chant every other day
I think its not quite real
Covered up so close
So as not to see
Are you happy are you happy this way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
A distance that is more than miles
Such a long long way
Its fine for men to be westernised
Will a woman ever see that day
Maybe maybe its not for me to understand
Do you think do you think
Do you think its better that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
Stop and look around the world
So many different ways to see ourselves
Is it right or wrong
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
To put your beliefs on me
To put your beliefs on me
I dont want to live that way
song performed by by Texas
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Sober, Grave, And Staid
Sober, grave, and staid...
To highlight one's prim and proper,
Self restraint.
Often impairs one's vigor and effectiveness,
To react spontaneously...
That allows the naturalness of the order of things,
To flourish to become what they are intended.
And unfortunately reflects,
A stagnation of beliefs with those standards valued...
Unable to compete with an existing reality.
'We will continue to seek leadership,
Which represents 'our' interests.'
~And those interests are? ~
'Whatever has worked for our ancestors.'
~Even though times have drastically changed? ~
'We are not going to allow times to change.
We prefer to keep our beliefs outdated.
And we are entitled to do just that.'
~But what is the advantage? ~
'We do not concern ourselves with benefits,
Or advantages.
Logic or common sense.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Have No Similar Interests
You have spent your time attacking my beliefs.
But it is your beliefs that now attack you.
Not once did I ever say,
You should do things my way.
However...
Your way,
Done...
Lead to your undoing.
You have spent your time attacking my beliefs.
But it is your beliefs that now attack you.
You had fast backing from a society.
Many professed as normal.
The one that sets standards...
With values to achieve.
You also had 'close' friends,
You spent time with.
I lived in my own 'world'.
And your laughter persisted.
Until it recently has drifted,
Away.
You have spent your time attacking my beliefs.
But it is your beliefs that attack now you.
Not once did I ever say,
You should do things my way.
However...
Your way,
Done...
Lead to your undoing.
Why am I now,
Getting your unanswered calls?
We have no similar interests.
None that bestows a wish,
To speak to you.
And all that I have gone through...
I just let my telephone ring.
Often to go unnoticed.
Any hellos I wish to here...
Are personal and exchanged,
When I am near...
From ear to ear.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Logic suffers
Desire blurs the logic.
Passion wounds the logic.
Fear maims the logic.
Rage kills the logic.
They spring from instincts
To protect the self
And hence ignore the logic.
Logic is meant for the third person.
24.06.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Criticisms Quick To Share
From one side of an open mouth,
Accustomed to judging...
With criticisms quick to share,
One is heard to deliver...
'Holier-than-thou' statements,
To use from sources to inflict...
Upon others their knowledge.
But an absence of it seen,
Conflicts with that which departs from their lips.
And...
From the other side of this mouth open wide,
It is confided to anyone within listening distance...
How one finds it difficult to go through the day,
Without being medicated or in a 'toasted' way...
To enhance one's feeling of devoted faith kept.
With a solid belief one makes sure is always on,
In a public display that is flawless.
And fresh from a stupor.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Belief’s Role
.beliefs make fears dissolve.
Beliefs make hurdles disappear.
Beliefs make distance diminish.
Shadows of the believes will hide them.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Anonymous Altruist
A mysterious cove in the Customs
The boss, so to speak, of the Ban
I have blamed a good deal;
But I wronged him, I feel,
Since I've come to imagine the man.
When he censored some book that I wanted
I sneered at him once, I'll allow;
But, since I've given heed
To the life he must lead,
He has all my sympathy now.
This mysterious cove at the Customs
Is clearly a martyr; that's sure.
On his shoulders he takes
Loads of sin for our sakes,
And he suffers to keep us all pure.
For he reads all the hot stuff imported
And never once threatens to strike,
Tho' he loathes it, no doubt.
Ah, my pity goes out
To him. Think what his mind must be like!
This anonymous cove at the Customs,
This storehouse for horrible stuff,
Is as venal, I'll bet,
As the rest of us, yet,
Does he whine that his job is too tough?
No. He keeps his identity secret,
His knowledge safe under his hat;
And he lurks all alone,
Unsuspected, unknown,
Such as the hangmen and heroes like that.
This incredible cove at the Customs,
His duties are drastic and grim;
For, if human he be,
What is poison to me
Must be equally poison to him.
Yet, undaunted he seizes and scoffs it,
And perhaps throws a fit on the floor,
Doped with all the impure
Of the world's literature.
But he manfully comes up for more.
This untouchable cove at the Customs,
He sneaks to his work in the dawn
And, in some secret lair
Reads the spicy bits there,
With his soul, as it were, all in pawn.
Pity, then, this official absorber
Of rank Rabelaisian lore
Who wallows in sin
To protect us, his kin.
Could an altruist ever do more?
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Danger To Erupt
Dangers astound my beliefs by their penetrations,
Pains have accumulated from the time of eruptions.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Hundred Times Over
A hundred times over words have flowed through my fingers to the keys
A hundred times over I have released the freedom that is in my mind,
A hundred times over I have become one with my inter most longing,
A hundred times over I have taken a journey to show you my own world.
A hundred times over I have written of pain and life, of sorrow and joy,
A hundred times over I have used my art to show you what's in my mind
A hundred times over again I will show you.
A hundred times over I have cried for those, whose names are untold,
A hundred times over I have showed you their pain.
A hundred times over I have become their connection to you,
A hundred times over I have showed you the beauty of our world,
A hundred times over I have taken you somewhere you may never see,
A hundred times over my words have screamed the horror of darkness,
A hundred times over I have sung to you the beauty of light,
A hundred times over I have taken your hand to lead you to a new place
A hundred time over I have written for those who have no words to write
A hundred times over I have tried to show truth in a world of lies,
A hundred times over I have have tried to show the world's beauty,
A hundred times over again I will lead down these paths,
A hundred times over and over again I will show you reality,
A hundred times over and over again I shall show you my world,
A hundred times over and over again until you have memorised truth,
A hundred times over again until you can repeat what I have told,
A hundred times over again shall I create an art of words, time, of life.
A hundred times over again I shall do this,
A hundred times over again.
A hundred times over.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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But it's very difficult, I can tell you I played the Czech Open a few times and it's very difficult just to go on to a scene where the course is prepared differently when the greens are fast and he's not used to it and they're hard as a rock and he's not used to it.
quote by Ivan Lendl
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Make new things to be great
Go where paths may lead.
Also go where there are no paths
To give others new paths.
The great men have done like that.
27.06.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Misanthropic Vamp
Among the hidden, destitute and darker elements
Patiently awaiting her next blood meal
A creature scorned for centuries by the light..
Dares not love those that she needs to survive
She needs no distractions from her nightly hunt
Her bitterness oozing like a festering open sore
For all mankind and their social maladies manifested
In their hatred, greed, disgust, prejudice and sickness
As she draws their life blood into her very being
She renders her justice upon the snivering hords
That fall into her grasp, slowly sipping their life force
And therefore ridding the world of one less evil
poem by Frances Ayers
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High Civilization
Cryin' in the streets
They run for their lives
How can you lead them to heaven
They don't realize
Children of the night
How far can we fall
That which we say is forever
Ain't no time at all
Father and the son
Not too young to be old
Reach out for each other when
The world goes cold
Feel so good to be home
Are you ready for
(CHORUS)
My high civilization
Are you ready for
My high civilization
Are you ready for
My high civilization
Civilization
Everything for us to see
The ultimate society
Keeper of the sword
You fight for your rights
How can you live for the hour
When there's no yesterday
Dyin' in the streets
Your number your name
All that which keeps us together
Is bringing us the pain
Thunder of the guns
Comes the criminal mind
Working for the power of
The evil eye
We are never alone
Uncivilized
(CHORUS)
New York
song performed by by Bee Gees from High Civilization
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I hope you become confortable with the use of logic wihout being deceived into concluding that logic will inevitably lead you to the correct conclusion.
quote by Neil Armstrong
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