Don't Shoot The Messenger
An expressed view hits me in the middle of the night.
And some of them have more then just a tiny over bite.
Too ugly to wear.
Too ugly to share.
Many times truth takes this form.
Graphic images with warning signs beware.
In the darkness upon our midnight dreams what is it we see?
I am insomniac who can't sleep because of the knowledge of what is going on across world.
I must spread the truth I keep telling myself.
Do right by my fellow man.
But the question how far should one go?
Why do so many need somebody to hold there hand?
Scared of what change might mean for them.
Scared of the unpredictable future.
Scared of the escalating volatility across the globe.
Fear should never dictate ones judgement.
We have allowed it and made too many compromise because of it.
In the interest of your security but who security is that really?
I keep hearing that tune in one form or another.
Fear mongering beyond any realistic proportions.
I know what your thinking isn't that what you do?
NO! ! ! I don't want anyone to be afraid.
I want them to be informed and prepared.
We live in turbulent times and I don't see a peaceful resolution any time soon.
The corruption of our very sociology has occurred.
Where you are damned if you do and you don't.
Where speaking out could condemn you for the rest of your life.
Where not speaking out could enslave for the rest of your life.
The catch 22 of this century will revolve around our speech.
Where social media is bringing chaos to order in the control of the people.
Where news media is bringing order to the chaos in the hands of governments.
When bad light is shined and it becomes a call for one to be arrested on the grounds of treason.
When due process and all other rights upon being arrested are removed from ones own citizens.
The information war, the libertarian war.
It is a war that now is being waged in many forms.
But the worst is where governments are committing human right violations under a term called terrorism.
A vague cover all term, that is so non specific that if you are suspected of anti-government acts you could just disappear to some secret prison never to be heard from again.
Or thrown psyc ward and forever declared to be insane.
A corrupt capitalistic dictatorship where the banks, and corporation control all politician with money legally changing hands.
Rigged election where you think you have choice.
But party lines are the same.
Where greed is the motivation not the people, not the society as whole.
No consideration for what their children might have to endure.
Running up the tab on a national debt, with disregard for the possibility that it might collapse the very us currency.
I don't know what all the solution are but I want to see honest politicians.
If you actually care about your family you must do right by them if no one else.
This could destroy our whole society in years to come if someone doesn't put a stop to it.
So just step up, be a man, do what's right and decide policy for us again.
Sincerely, Ace Of Black Hearts
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Truth and Reality (Opinion)
Daily at the end of my "anusthaanam"-(spiritual ritual) ", I make a strong, fervent and sincere prayer to the Divinity that intellectuals and scholars in the world should be fearless and speak the truth without any inhibitions. This has been the tradition of our ancestors and speaking truth is essential for the benefit of the society and the society will be able to know the actualities and act on them.
Normally the rulers do not like the truth to be known. Also leaders of ideologies, religions, their supporters and the like also do not like the truth to be known to the ordinary people. The writers are normally and should be fearless such that the ills and evils in the society are exposed and remedial measures are taken. But what is truth?
Truth is what it is or as it is irrespective of perceptions of the individuals. Reality is what we see of truth; how much we see of truth. Reality is always dictated by our mental make-up, likes, dislikes, limitations in our ability and willingness to see, view, comprehend and accept the truth. Reality is individual's perception of the truth. Truth, most of the times, is only perceived and rarely understood or experienced. Thus reality is limited truth. Reality is either inability to be truthful or inability and limitations of the individual to see the truth unbiased. Also truth corresponds to the individual, about himself, his Self and the reality corresponds to the objective world within and without the body of the individual.
Real situations are compromised states of existence in the attempt of pursuit of the truth. We all talk about truth limited by our perception and not the truth most of the times. We have compulsions inbuilt, acquired or imagined not to accept the truth and allow truth to be spoken or spread through us. But truth is a flowing river. It may flood us but it never dries up. On the other the reality is like a stagnated lake. Our fear of repercussions taking place if we speak, accept or propagate truth, make us real and not truthful. We prefer peaceful and calm life. We call that realistic approach and adjust and compromise.
Thus, most of the times, we are not truthful. We are all limited and confined to our perceptions of truth. Truth is best revealed when understood or experienced. But we rarely get such insight. All our knowledge and information is hearsay through books, newspapers, magazines, radio and TV news channels, web sites etc, . We are all aware that these books and news items are filtered through the editors and owners of these media. Thus the perceptions of these responsible and financing individuals decide the truth content in the item. We pick up these as truth and argue or form our own perceptions. Sometimes the editorial policy of the editors or owners of these media do not allow truth as it is to reach us when they find it objectionable in that form. Thus truth is never completely known or allowed to be known and hence not completely comprehended. The fears, imaginations, illusions shape our perceptions and our comprehension of the truth. Many times it appears that no absolute truth exists or known, perceived or understood and experienced. Just as feelings and perceptions of good and bad and other qualities, truth is also relative as "truth to me", "truth to him", "truth to you", "truth to them" and a truth accepted by all is not possible and available to be expressed, accepted or spread and we all mistake our perceptions of truth as truth without understanding or experiencing the truth. But truth is like fire. It can not be hidden or held in hand.
the palm. Truth sneaks through our cautions and suppression and declares itself.
poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam
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People Power. A rant.
The people’s voice so long suppressed.
Has now been forcibly expressed
Egyptians want democracy.
The world is waiting now to see
if their demands meet with success.
The winds of change are blowing free.
So tyrants sleep uneasily
They fear to hear the people’s voice
but really they have little choice.
If people choose democracy.
They can no longer rule by force.
Its time to take a different course.
The people have the power to
discard the old bring in the new.
By just resisting passively.
I have no doubt that some will die
As the dictators vainly try.
To cling to power at any cost
a battle that’s already lost.
The people will sweep them away.
The western world must wait and
see what happens next uneasily.
We have no right to interfere
although we have good cause to fear.
The power games that people play.
The world is changing rapidly.
Because of new technology.
Information is exchanged,
the internet has rearranged.
What people are allowed to say.
They have the opportunity
to state their views quite openly
For and against the government.
Although it seems that discontent
is the major force in play..
The peoples will is paramount
They will demand a close account.
From those they give authority
to take control and over see.
the changes that they need today..
Perhaps we too need to review.
A process which is over due
Our concept of democracy
at least our foreign policy..
We do not have the right to say.
What other countries ought to do
Because they are entitled to.
Do whatever they think best
to pacify the deep unrest.
the people have the final say.
If they decide to give assent
to a form of government.
Which may not be democracy
but suits the vast majority.
We have no reason for dissent.
We may quite well learn something new
That makes us take a different view.
Of the systems now in place.
By which we choose our government.
Which do not work as they were meant..
The powers that be may disagree.
Because they do not want to see.
The fault and flaws that now exist.
Although they preach democracy
They breach the rules in secrecy.
Although they may control the press
and the media more or less.
They can’t control the internet.
If they are wise they’ll recognise
That people can see through their lies.
Sunday,13 February 2011
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A Letter From Baby, To Guzel (an excerpt from current somniations...)
Guzel,
You have pointed to MY actions as destructive; MY actions were just REACTIONS to YOUR actions; You deceived everyone BECAUSE you were scared, which pushed you away from the 'love of your life'-ME! MY actions are, and have only ever been bourne out of selfless love and and a boundless concern for you; YOUR actions, ON THAT day were the destructive actions; THEY are the only thing that caused all of what followed, for the brief time that both of us were NOT ourselves.
WHY would you destroy something so beautiful, because you are scared? All you needed to do was, say: 'Moe, I am scared! '-to which I would have replied something like: 'OK, no problem-the solution is to slow down and reassess, to ensure you are NOT scared again.' MAYBE THAT is what you should have, and what I would have, done! YOUR actions since that day tell me and the world, that you WANT to fix what YOU broke; namely, NOW, due YOUR actions, EVERYONE with a 'need to know' of MY past does (ALL AT ONCE) and THAT is dead, and? ? ? s they may have NOW, are for me and ME alone; YOUR burden is done my beloved!
I need YOU to understand that though you effectively betrayed me, as well as yourself by NOT being wholly honest about how you REALLY feel, I AM NOT angry, I understand completely NOW why you did what you did, and when and how you did it! I know more than anyone WHY! ! I know more about you than perhaps anyone else in the world, perhaps even YOU! YOU were NOT ready to come here, consort with BOTH our families under the BURDEN of YOUR secret about what HAPPENED to ME! ! I understand, not only because I love you, but because I am pretty insightful as well!
As time marches from that tragic day just before Christmas, the truth, the REAL TRUTH settles and the deceit as well as my 'baggage' fades; Speaking of such-both your past and mine have only strengthened us, they are NOT burdens for each, they are NOT cloaks behind which to hide-they ARE ways that we have learned lessons and gained much strength!
GOD and YOU and alone control both your own destiny, as well as how others view you and those you love most ardently-people are capable of much love, as you well know, through me, as well as others. YOUR friends and family effectively were MORE ambushed MORE than I, BY YOU! But again, the damage has been done, the coast is now clear and the 'drama' is gone. NOW, I only possess a 'sordid' past which includes an 'ex-wife' and TWO beautifully inspiring Daughters. JUST THE WAY YOU LIKE IT! ! (*as you said to me 8 January 2012*) . I HAVE NEVER seen WHAT I know about YOU as baggage, but as PROOF of your strength-now show the world how strong you really are!
Stop running FROM your love and TOWARD YOUR fear, reverse the course, er, curse and come back to friendship, then perhaps love at YOUR speed, it IS real, it IS true and YOU are LOVED!
-Baby
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I am afraid that the ordinary citizen will not like to be told that the banks can and do create and destroy money. And they who control the credit of a nation direct the policy of governments, and hold in the hollow of their hands the destiny of the people.
quote by Richard McKenna
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The Media and Islam
Today many Muslims face discrimination
Because of the Middle Eastern situation
I can't walk in the park, without hearing a racist remark
I'll rather sit peacefully alone in the dark
Rather than promote his ideas with a harsh trademark
It seems discriminating me is part of their interest
They automatically assume I'm an Al-Qaeda terrorist
And yet I'm the one being called racist
Why do I have to hear these racial slurs?
How much more of this do I have to endure?
Stop being arrogant and let's confer
Before another false media outbreak occurs
All this terrorism in Islam was introduced recently
When Islam has been around 1400 years humbly
You need to look into this more deeply
Because this has extended to a colossal degree
I know there are plenty of rabbi's out there that agree with me
You've been informed about my religion falsely
But you think it's funny
When my fellow Muslims endure the U.S.'s fury
It is the U.S. who is guilty
Because they're the one's causing all this hostility
The truth is scary
And nobody wants to do anything sadly
But it’s best to live wisely
Then take information blindly
We follow Muhammad (P.B.U.H.) : he's the last of all messengers
He told us to be kind and love each other because we're all brothers
Whether we have different ethnicity or nationality
We all derived from Adam and Eve in actuality
He taught us Arkan Al-Islam
Testimony, go Hajj, give charity, fast and pray
Shoulder to shoulder five times a day
With it we must have sincere intention and true Imaan
It's best to combine it with the pillar of Ihsaan
He came to us with a beautiful message
He was an illiterate man who possessed life changing knowledge
But the media portrays Muhammad and his followers with false information and images
Now everyone thinks and treats us like we're incivilized savages
It's all fake, none of it is true
Why can’t you see the truth, what’s wrong with you
It's a media breakthrough that simply outgrew
It leads to another issue we cannot undo
What's the point, do I even have to argue
Palestine, Iraq, Afghanistan... it seems we're all on the menu
poem by Ibrahim Algamoos
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Extremely Left
Some would see me as a left extremist, but I'm not, I understand economics very well, I understand why our system isn't functioning correctly. I have no degree to state this but it doesn't make me any less wrong. I have read though enough articles and documents how this or that would fix our system. It is the monetary system itself that is part of the problem, it is the governance of that system that is part of the problem, it is the way our money is both created and distributed that is the problem. They're too many facts pointing all in one direction to ignore. We must open our eyes and see behind the smooth talkers, manipulating anything and everything for there own benefit before it is too late. I don't hate government. I don't hate small business. I'm not an anarchist. I believe they have there place. But I also believe when corruption is in the open and no one cares we have a problem.
Some might think I'm off my rocker, but how do you get trillions of dollars in debt? Where does this debt come from? I recently saw a chart 1/3 of it came from bush era tax cuts for the rich. I heard someone say the corruption is now in the form of consolidation of what little wealth we have left. While that maybe true, I still believe that is in preparation for the second collapse. Or the first one that never really happen. Depending on your perspective. A soften fall by printing money that doesn't exist that's written upon government debt. Be confident people it won't hurt if you keep spending. But what your continuously spending is really doing is perpetuating the cycle of corruption. Providing more money to corporations they can use to influence our government more. Another words the debt was created to give corporation more power. I would say boycott everything if I thought that was possible. I would say lets have modern Boston tea party if I thought we could get away with it. But that method I believe is useless. The only ones I think can stop it are the politicians. Will they though? I doubt it. I have a voice as you do and we must keep speaking. And that is right now my number one objective. Will it solve anything? I don't know, but I must try. So I can say I was not one of those good people who did nothing.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Children Of Light
A) children of light
(anderson/vangelis/squire)
Distant as the distant thunder
Where equal rights for [will] rent assunder
Equal rights for equal people
[this] disregard for loves equality
Bringing back the signs to no-mans land
Where diamonds and gold in hand
Will barter as the homeless burn
Someday will it be our turn?
Why this consciousness this desire
To expand the flame of revolution
With a [the] gothic hand in [of] fire persecution
Blood-letting and [in] spinning pain?
Why this hungry media delivering
Questions answers blessed forgivers [plus forgive us]
Millions of racial inequalities
We all are one
All are sacred
Be the birth of a nation
Stop this aggravation
So uninspired
And [to] question mans inhumanity
And lack of love for his cosmic god
Children of light dont be afraid
Children of light havent you heard
Gone are the days in black and white
Children of light dont be afraid
Distant as the distant thunder
Where equal rights for [will] rent assunder
Equal rights for equal people
[this] disregard for loves equality
Bringing back the signs to no-mans land
Where diamonds and gold in hand
Will barter as the homeless burn
Someday will it be our turn?
Someday will it be our turn?
Someday will it be our turn?
Children of light dont be afraid
Children of light havent you heard
Gone are the days in black and white
Children of light dont be afraid
B) lifeline
(wakeman/howe)
[instrumental]
song performed by by Yes
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Children Of Light
A) children of light
(anderson/vangelis/squire)
Distant as the distant thunder
Where equal rights for [will] rent assunder
Equal rights for equal people
[this] disregard for loves equality
Bringing back the signs to no-mans land
Where diamonds and gold in hand
Will barter as the homeless burn
Someday will it be our turn?
Why this consciousness this desire
To expand the flame of revolution
With a [the] gothic hand in [of] fire persecution
Blood-letting and [in] spinning pain?
Why this hungry media delivering
Questions answers blessed forgivers [plus forgive us]
Millions of racial inequalities
We all are one
All are sacred
Be the birth of a nation
Stop this aggravation
So uninspired
And [to] question mans inhumanity
And lack of love for his cosmic god
Children of light dont be afraid
Children of light havent you heard
Gone are the days in black and white
Children of light dont be afraid
Distant as the distant thunder
Where equal rights for [will] rent assunder
Equal rights for equal people
[this] disregard for loves equality
Bringing back the signs to no-mans land
Where diamonds and gold in hand
Will barter as the homeless burn
Someday will it be our turn?
Someday will it be our turn?
Someday will it be our turn?
Children of light dont be afraid
Children of light havent you heard
Gone are the days in black and white
Children of light dont be afraid
B) lifeline
(wakeman/howe)
[instrumental]
song performed by by Yes
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Interconnectedness.
The internet can’t be controlled
by any form of government
Because it’s gained too strong a hold.
Which came about by accident.
Nobody can control the flow
Although some governments still try
Of information to and fro
There is one simple reason why.
The common man has access to
What governments try to conceal
A system that’s completely new
Now people can safely reveal
The secrets of the powers that be.
The things we aren’t supposed to know
they can post anonymously
There’s nothing governments can do.
At last the people have a voice
no government can suppress
The powers that be have little choice
and in the future even less.
The internet is here to stay.
It’s up to us we must adjust.
WE can’t go back to yesterday
A world of mutual mistrust.
One thing we must appreciate.
Though information’s flowing free
It isn’t always accurate
We have to choose selectively.
What we accept what we reject
and draw our own conclusion.
I have good reason to suspect
more not less confusion.
The internet may prove to be
Either a blessing or a curse.
Though I believe quite honestly.
The internet won’t make things worse
Than when governments could decide
What people were allowed to know
To preserve the nations pride
They lied alike to friend and foe.
The internet has set us free
to find a different better way.
Though we will have to wait and see
What kind of price we have to pay.
Tuesday,22 February 2011
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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The Honest Truth
the truth is i love you
the truth is i always dream of you at night
the truth is i do my best to hide it from you
the truth is the future is blank without you
the truth is i am hurting
the truth is i am scared
i am scared how i pretend in front of everyone
the truth is a cannot tell anyone of this
the truth is i cannot even tell you
then it starts to hurt even more
the truth is i'm scared to tell you
the truth is you might be scared to break her heart
the truth is i'm scared you might love me too
the truth is i am not happy
the truth is i don't feel the love i want
the truth is i want to be loved by you only
the truth is you're too blind to see
the truth is you might not believe me if i told you
the truth is you might be scared of it
the truth is the emotional distance kills me
the truth is being close to you makes it worse
should i tell you this truth?
would you believe this truth?
the truth....the truth....the truth...
i'm the only one who knows the
and this truth hurts
because the truth is i love you
the truth is i love you
the truth is i still love you....
03 August 2010
poem by Neo Patricia Monamodi
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Another Election Rolls Around In the Good Old U.S.A.
Another election year coming around, politicians again are
Practicing their smile
They want our vote they’ll promise us the world will be at our
Command
Yes, they’ll shake our hands, pat our backs, and truly walk the Additional mile
Their opponent they say is no damn good, only they can truly Understand
Speeches delivered with so much commitment, they really have
Us all under their spell
They have us believing they are the one; they certainly wouldn’t
Kiss my baby and lie with those, same tender lips.
Cheering them on waving frantically they bring back the sound
Of the old liberty bell
O.K. they’ve won me over, calm down now relax - I’ve got to come
To grips
Election Day has arrived I’m the first one at the poles, this one I
Trust and without hesitation I cast my vote
Driving to work, I sing a tune and offer a prayer my man will come through as the winner
After my day’s work is through at home, the local news declares
Him the victor - time to relax and unwind - yes this victory is worth Another tote.
Before I retire to my bed - I’ll celebrate - and my wife and I will go
Out to dinner
Four years later
The man I cast my vote for on that November day four years ago.
The man I had no doubt would come through
All those promises of a brighter future, health care, lower taxes,
And a Social security plan
Were carried out indeed - he lives in a mansion, pays no taxes,
And has a million dollar retirement plan, all his dreams have
Come true
All he accomplished legally, was stop my weed, for no taxes were Collected, so the pot he did ban
But wait this is another election year, he has made his fortune of
The backs of us fools
Now he can travel at government expense live the rest of his life
On the taxpayer’s tab
They’ll be another one to take his place, with fresh ideas, offering
Us all new hope, he learned In all those elite and formal schools
They say it’s the American way, but this time I’ll grab my bedroll
And hang on to my bankroll, I won’t listen again to all that political
Gab
I’ll live on the streets with all of the honest bums, and thieves that tell You were their comin from
I won’t be fooled again by some sleazy smooth talking politician who Truly belongs in cage
I’ll take my chances with those who only steal to stay alive, on the
Outskirts of the jungle where to live by rules to the politicians you
Must succumb
Today’s society is free for all, you have it all until you reach what
They call - the voting age
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And the Lord said 'Let there be voters, and all the fish arose from the sea'
8/29/07
poem by Dave Tanguay
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A Blockade To An Invasion
Why is it they keep invading my dreams?
Watching every every move I make,
This is a soreness in everyday in which I wake.
Just give me a break.
Just leave me be.
Just let me live in peace.
What is it that you exactly want from me?
The destruction of the constitution in a declaration of war.
A society where I keep getting treated like a whore.
I want a god damn divorce.
A capitalistic dictatorship is not for me, NO, No! !
The snake has crawled up my leg and now it just won't let go.
Please someone just provide us with a simple escape.
We are the laughing stock of the entire world.
We are the embarrassment.
So let me apologizes for the things we've done.
Not a single politicians hands are clean.
Scrub the dirt and their is only more.
Layers upon layers of nothing but sludge.
Remembering all our faces.
Look for anything that looks even a little suspicious.
A paranoid government has been deployed.
With cameras as the spies.
And computer software that snoops.
Oh no they are gathering together.
So they must be the terrorist, Terrorist, Terrorist.
A rigged election that means nothing.
So distracted we are by the bashing of each other.
That we don't notice they are ordering ammunition.
Hundreds of thousands of bullets that will kill.
A government so fearless that it leave the evidence sit right on it's homepage.
Right now are we are too worried about the right and left wing debate.
Come on now people just concentrate.
The party lines are all the same.
Nothing will ever change as long we are promoting the same old thing.
The corruption is higher then I can even see.
With thousands of lobbyist donating money constantly.
How is a little guy like me gonna ever get seen.
We don't, we won't for we are the people not the money makers, not the movers, not the earth shakers.
We just cast our stones and hope like David to hit the giant in the right spot.
Oh no we just pissed them off.
Made them angry enough to resort to violence.
They our now demanding our obedience.
As if we should worship them for allowing our meager existence of suffering.
We are not the elite but this does not mean we should back down or retreat.
We are here to take back what was once ours.
So come on lets spar.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Mere Chaos
They say the way the world will end every now and then
Listening to me my friend
Just don't worry about it
Paranoia devoid s you.
Like a spell cast over us
Fear mongering is fear mongering
A conspiracy is neither a tried or proven theory
Our science is changing everyday
Out with old in with the new
But hey man that was of good use
Oh well it is junk now
Already forgotten just collecting dust
We can always go back they say
But do they?
Or is it more of the next best thing.
We call it innovation
I call it an unproven foundation
Improve upon what's already their
mere building blocks made of air
Just as the thought cross this page their is a new craze
People so lost in the daze
Hey the man says its okay its just another phase
Soon it will gone
And with the dawn will come the new
No routine, no order in all this craziness
It is but of mere chaos.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Mask Of Fear
They say that fear is dreadful.
They say that fear destroys us.
They say that fear induces only pain.
They say that fear is horrifying.
These are what they say,
But I tell you,
All these are just the outer mask of fear.
A society is disciplined. Why?
‘cause we fear the law.
A child listens to his elders.
‘cause he fears them.
You listen to your loved ones.
But of course,
People would disagree that fear is responsible for it.
They say it’s the power of love,
They say it’s coz of our love for them.
But think!
Why should we listen to our loved ones?
Is it just coz we love them?
No. I say no,
Coz again it is out of fear that you do it,
But fear for what?
You fear that you’d make your love unhappy,
You fear that you’d lose your love.
Fear prevents chaos is a society,
If it wasn’t for our fear for the law,
Our lives would’ve been in chaos
So open your eyes,
Perceive the term fear with care,
Coz many of you’ve failed to see what is behind the mask of fear.
A mask, if taken away,
Shows that fear is a guide towards discipline and justice.
poem by Vivek Kartha
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Scared
I'm scared of life and what i'll become
I'm scared of not being able to go on
I'm scared of what will happen
I'm scared of your reaction
I'm scared of letting go
I'm scared of what i don't know
I'm scared of losing you
I'm scared of being used
I'm scared of being hurt beyond repair
I'm scared of whats out there
I'm scared and so alone
I'm scared and searching for a place to call home
Will you hold me and fight away my fears
Will you tell me it's gonna be okay and wipe away my tears
Will you hold my hand as i walk through the dark
Will you stay and not leave or break my heart
Will you be there to pick me up when i fall down
Because i really need someone right now
poem by Jean Pullman
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The Watchers
Why should we fear the alien?
who seem to be observing us.
I fear much more my fellow men
It seems to me ridiculous.
That we assume hostility
of which there’s little evidence.
Perhaps the strange craft which we see
are merely on reconnaissance.
They’re tasked to watch the human race
but not allowed to interfere
. For some signs of maturity.
They are afraid that we draw near
to having the technology.
Which will enable us to spread
from our small island galaxy.
A happening they view with dread.
They know we are belligerent.
We have been watched for centuries
The fear the threat that we present.
We’re quarantined like some disease.
These monitors form outer space
who keep a wary eye on us.
Are right to fear the human race.
They are not merely curious.
Despite the progress man has made
to them we lack maturity...
They have good cause to be afraid
we threaten their security..
They have the right to be afraid
of human ingenuity.
Perhaps in time we’ll make the grade
when we attain maturity.
Man is his own worst enemy
he sees each stranger as a foe
and meets him with hostility.
We dare not let our own fear show.
Why should we fear the alien.
There is no reason for alarm
They do not act like other men
why should we fear that they mean harm..
10-Mar-08
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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My lifelong friend
[Sri Lanka raids office of pro-opposition news websites
Posted by Karthiyayini on June 30,2012 in Exclusive, Headlines, News, Sri Lanka · 0 Comments
Colombo, June 30 (TruthDive) : Media freedom has always been a huge concern in Sri Lanka. The country shows its ugly face yet again by showcasing it as one of the world's most dangerous countries for journalists.
An independently running and pro-opposition office of two news websites have been raided by Sri Lankan Police. The Police have arrested nine workers including the editor of one of the websites, searched the premises for about three hours on Friday and seized computers and documents.
A statement from government stated that the police officers had acted on a court order, searched and sealed off the office on Friday. The websites were said to be publishing flawed information and had put a ‘blot on Sri Lanka's image.'
The Opposition United National Party member Mangala Samaraweera said that the office had operated two websites - www.srilankamirror.com and www.srilankaxnews.com that belong to the party. He added that the nine arrested employees were released on bail after an appearance before a magistrate.
Samaraweera said that Friday's raid had been initiated as his party's website had uncovered corruption and other unlawful activity by the government.
Gnanasiri Kottigoda, who heads Sri Lanka Working Journalists Association, stated that the police action showed that the government has not ceased to harass and intimidate independent media institutions and journalists in Sri Lanka. He also opined that it is a step towards silencing the independent media groups in Sri Lanka.
The Committee to Protect Journalists said, in the year 2010, Sri Lanka was ranked as the fourth most dangerous country for journalists. Since the beginning of year 2006, at least 14 Sri Lankan media employees were said to have been killed, according to Amnesty International.
www.srilankamirror.com and four other websites were blocked by authorities last year over so-called character assassination, and the action is still in effect for four others.
www.srilankamirror.com went on to file a case in the Supreme Court after which the Telecommunication Regulatory Authority agreed to unblock the website on condition that it would not provide links to blocked or unregistered sites. Several media rights groups and other countries, including the United States had severely criticized the blocking of the websites by the Sri Lankan government.
To top it all, attacks on media men and media institutions either fail to get properly investigated or blocked, according to Reporters without Borders.]
I was born with you and since in the cradle
We crawled together.
It's not a bed of roses,
My bare-feet very familiar with the thorny painful streets.
Sometimes you hide in my eyes as tears
And often remain as a hug in my weeping heart.
You too starved in my difficult times
And you never betray me that's certain as death.
I realized that you never smile but I embrace you
From the bottom of my heart
And you are my lifelong friend, Sorrow!
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Do Not Believe, Do Not Fear, Do Not Ask
Do Not Believe, Do Not Fear, Do Not Ask
Different nights, different people,
Wants- doesn't want, bites - doesn't bite (loves - doesn't love),
Someone will leave alone, someone will jump off,
Someone will be tired and fed up.
Someone will spin wire from cleat
Someone will start new themes
Someone will show off, someone is maniac,
Someone is like you, someone is like me...
Don't light and don't extinguish
Don't believe, don't be scared, don't ask
And calm down, calm down
Don't believe, don't be scared, don't ask
Don't believe, don't be scared, don't ask
Don't believe, don't be scared
Different nights - different people
He will not, she is scared
Somebody makes his enemies his friends
Somebody goes down into the dust under feet
Somewhere there's much of what is little
But round the roads there will be a raid
Somebody will risk, and somebody will not be able
Somebody will understand, but won't be able to help
Somebody will go away, somebody will come back
Somebody will find his new sun
Somebody into the bushes, somebody into me
Somebody like you, somebody like me.
song performed by by Tatu
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Fiction and Truthiness
He said:
'The best fiction reminds us of what truth ought to be
and simultaneously calls that truth into being
if it doesn't yet exist.
Poetry is heightened awareness of that Fiction-Truth
heightened because we often are blind to truths we need.
Story telling is the art form which reminds us we are in fact
a small band before the fire, holding back the dark. There we invent
stories of hope to get us through the night.
The writer lives inside what-is- not- yet as a hedge against bad times
which may currently exist, and preserves for the future precious meanings murdered sometimes by the present.
Speaking is a capacity of the thorax, writing is the way the soul speaks.
When speech is silenced we only have our imaginations against bad times and this has saved the world time and time again.
People die, ideas don't; that is the purpose of fiction.
The miracle of life is that I can shake your hand while dreaming of home.
The only true gift of life is that out-pouring of love from us humans into anything. Thwart that and meet Hell.
Truth is not linear; truth now may not be truth later; truth then may not be truth now, Truth travels but it is not the world that has changed it is that the world has changed us.
Find a man obsessed with the absolute truth of anything, religious or scientific, and I will show you a fanatic.
Truth is not enough even if it is true.
Find a man who thinks he is right about anything totally and I will show you a man with a stick ready to use it to prove he is right.
How many times have our ideals of what ought to be allowed us to kill, hurt and harm flesh and blood.
Ideology is a serious disease resulting from a prolonged exposure to Idiots.
The purpose of truth is to make human and life on this planet possible.
Untruth is what destroys human life and this planet.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Only Black Sheep
The black sheep sits among us.
His eyes' glisten as he waits undivided.
His ghost knows he's already here.
It whispers, 'of despair, with a chill in the air.'
Anger, begets this fear monger.
Control, and dominance.
Nothing less then absolute dictatorship, for this tyrant.
A rule with a iron fist.
The money's is his.
Multiple women with polygamous desires.
A united military is his wanted transgression.
Put down all, who threat this rule.
Destroy,
Hurt,
Rob,
Enslave,
Hate.
Humiliate,
Devastate
Those under the empires flag.
Burn It.
It's evil.
It means nothing no more.
Who are we but mere pawns?
And a new dawn is coming.
It will sit to waste human life at the face of greed and gluttony.
Those who want to buy something and don't need.
And the people who want make money off everything.
Including the air you breath.
Yeah paying for the air you breath.
Those rich companies get taxes off green house gases.
Who created them and got us hooked in the first place.
Which doesn't make any sense.
Why can't we just do something good for doing it?
Why does their have to be that catch?
The black sheep sits among us.
His eyes' glisten as he waits undivided.
His ghost knows he's already here.
It whispers, 'of despair, with a chill in the air.'
Anger, begets this fear monger.
Control, and dominance.
Nothing less then absolute dictatorship, for this tyrant.
A rule with a iron fist.
The money's is his.
Multiple women with polygamous desires.
A united military is his wanted transgression.
Put down all, who threat this rule.
Destroy,
Hurt,
Rob,
Enslave,
Hate.
Humiliate,
Devastate
Those under the empires flag.
Burn It.
It's evil.
A creation of our own making.
Disillusion everywhere.
Chaos perceived.
How can we stop what we can not see?
Systematic eliminations.
He divides us into different groups.
Classes these are called.
He destroys them from the top down.
Only one sits on the throne.
Never more is it a free world.
Could you imagine unending suffering everywhere?
Could you imagine a place completely ruled by one?
God shall not be of men, but the devil rides a black horse.
The black sheep sits among us.
His eyes' glisten as he waits undivided.
His ghost knows he's already here.
It whispers, 'of despair, with a chill in the air.'
Anger, begets this fear monger.
Control, and dominance.
Nothing less then absolute dictatorship, for this tyrant.
A rule with a iron fist.
The money's is his.
Multiple women with polygamous desires.
A united military is his wanted transgression.
Put down all, who threat this rule.
Destroy,
Hurt,
Rob,
Enslave,
Hate.
Humiliate,
Devastate
Those under the empires flag.
Burn It.
It's evil.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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