An Enemy To Law And Order
A is defrauded of his land by B,
Who's driven from the premises by C.
D buys the place with coin of plundered E.
'That A's an Anarchist!' says F to G.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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The anarchist painter is not the one who will create anarchist pictures, but the one who will fight with all his individuality against official conventions.
quote by Paul Signac
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Who Buys My Thought?
Who buys my thought buys not a bottle of honey
But strands of a hopeless future bottled up.
A future that is threatened
By mortal diseases threatened
The future of the African child.
Of eyes that look out and see an endangered tomorrow threatening an already imagined better future.
Who buys my thought buys not a haven of peace and bliss
But of battling thoughts.
Thoughts of what the future would be
The tomorrow of the African child.
Who buys my thought buys a strenous desire for a better tomorrow
A better tomorrow for the African child
Who buys my thought?
poem by Mabel C. Mozie
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The Gentle Anarchist
I am a gentle Anarchist,
I couldn't kick a dog,
Nor ever would for sport assist
To pelt the helpless frog.
I'd shoot a Czar, or wreck a train,
Blow Parliament sky-high,
But none could call me inhumane;
I wouldn't hurt a fly.
I wouldn't hurt a fly,
And why indeed should I?
It has neither land nor pelf
That I covet for myself,
Then wherefore should I hurt a fly?
I am a gentle Anarchist,
I live on herbs and fruits;
It don't become a communist
To eat his fellow-brutes.
I'd fire a town, upset a state,
Make countless widows weep,
Yet I am so compassionate
I wouldn't kill a sheep,
I wouldn't hurt a fly;
And why indeed should I?
If it doesn't interfere
With my personal career,
Why the dickens should I hurt a fly?
I'm such a gentle Anarchist
I hate all hunting men;
I couldn't hook a fish, or twist
The neck of cock or hen.
I'd level gaols, let scoundrels loose,
Blow priests and churches up—
But, oh, my pity's so profuse
I couldn't drown a pup.
I wouldn't hurt a fly;
And why indeed should I?
Unless, that is to say,
I found it in my way,
And then it's all up with the fly.
poem by James Brunton Stephens
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You May Strike But Hear Me First
start with a
board of
premises
sound premises
facts verified by all
the senses
possible
look around
stretch your hand
then if you are definite
that no harm
is potential
jump then
into conclusions
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Magic Well
Magic well, Magic well, Magic well
Curiouslly u walk toward me with a coin dangling in thy hand
cast a coin upon me and make a wish for a coin gives birth to a dream of wish
look upon me with thy reflection on my face and cast your coin and let out your wish for u never know when it come 2 pass
cast a coin and make a wish for i'll grant it to u...
poem by Paul World
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The mania started with insomnia and not eating and being driven, driven to find an apartment, driven to see everybody, driven to do New York, driven to never shut up.
quote by Patty Duke
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Driven Crazy or Crazy Driven
Are you driven crazy or crazy driven?
Are you driven by what people say OR are you crazy driven by an awesome day.
Are you driven crazy after a big fight OR crazy driven by a long night
If your driven crazy don't let anything get under your skin.
And if your crazy driven. It's your time to sin...
poem by Shauntae Taylor
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The Coin And A Boy
THE COIN AND A BOY
WHY DO YOU LOOK SO UNHAPPY SONNY? A MAN ASKED A YOUNG LAD WHO HE MET ON THE WAY TO HIS STALL! AND THE BOY REPLIED THUS, SAYING, I LOST MY COIN, AND AS I CRIED, A MAN GAVE ME ANOTHER COIN! HE STATED, AND THE INQUISITIVE MAN ASKED AGAIN, IF THAT BE SO, THEN WHY DO YOU LOOK SO UNHAPPY STILL? AND THE BOY REPLIED, OH, NOW THAT I HAVE THIS COIN, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN TWO COINS WITH ME INSTEAD OF ONE, IF I HADNT LOST MY COIN! HE STATED
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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Driven
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Driven up and down in circles
Skidding down a road of black ice
Staring in and out storm windows
Driven to a fools paradise
But its my turn to drive
Driven to the margin of error
Driven to the edge of control
Driven to the margin of terror
Driven to the edge of a deep, dark hole
Driven day and night in circles
Spinning like a whirlwind of leaves
Stealing in and out back alleys
Driven to another den of thieves
But its my turn to drive
Driven in --- driven to the edge
Driven out --- on the thin end of the wedge
Driven off --- by things Ive never seen
Driven on --- by the road to somewhere Ive never been
Its my turn to drive
The road unwinds towards me
What was there is gone
The road unwinds before me
And I go riding on
song performed by by Rush
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Ch 02 The Morals Of Dervishes Story 19
A caravan having been plundered in the Yunan country and deprived of boundless wealth, the merchants wept and lamented, beseeching God and the prophet to intercede for them with the robbers, but ineffectually.
When a dark-minded robber is victorious
What cares he for the weeping of the caravan?
Loqman the philosopher being among the people of the caravan, one of them asked him to speak a few words of wisdom and advice to the robbers so that they might perhaps return some of the property they had plundered because the loss of so much wealth would be lamentable. Loqman replied: ‘It would be lamentable to utter one word of wisdom to them.’
The rust which has eaten into iron
Cannot be removed by polishing.
Of what use is preaching to a black heart?
An iron nail cannot be driven into a rock.
Help the distressed in the day of prosperity
Because comforting the poor averts evil from thyself.
When a mendicant implores thee for a thing,
Give it or else an oppressor may take it by force.
Hands Of Self Will
Why did the killer kill?
Driven to it. Like you are.
Driven to eat chocolate.
Opportunity offers. Sentient hands.
Fetishes cravings. Easily fulfilled.
Can’t help. Can’t help yourself.
Driven driven driven to it.
Like obese victim of self-driven
compulsive consumption.
Driven to it. To do it. Do it. Do it.
Like jaded junkie craving
each driven deadly dream
razored raw needle shot veins.
Seasoned alcoholic sucking last
pitiful drops desperately
fetish fevered tongue
dating neck dead empty bottle.
Clothed clotting vomit sweet
slow sickening soul
sucking addiction induced desires.
Driven to it. Demonic possession driven.
Like leeches carefully campaign causes
to save worthy world. Social crusaders
driven reflective reform in own image.
Driven Driven Driven By Hands
With A Will Of Their Own.
God alone can judge each betrayal
weigh each deed on cosmic scale.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Driven By You
Words and music by brian may
Oh - everything I do I do for you
Oh yeah
We touch and youre afraid of me and
We burn and now Im at your feet
High speed,but you know youre in safe hands
In the dark we make a brighter light
From one spark to the horizon wide
We trust and together we tame the land - yeah
Youd be forgiven if you think youre dreaming
But were working night and day to make a dream come true
- yeah
Everything I do is driven by you
Oh - come on babe
Oh well its tough to make a journey through
The right stuff is dead ahead of you and me
And you know weve still got time
Hold on tight to the driving wheel
This ride is really out of line
Raw deal, but theres no other thats worth a dime
You know I love you but you drive me crazy
cos youre saying all the things I want to say to you
You say
Everything I do is driven by you
Everything we do (4x)
Everything we do is driven by you
Inner children lost their way
Now they know the price you pay
Im holding on to life with you
cos life without you just wont do
Driven by you
You know Im never going to know whos dreaming
But were working night and day to make a dream come true
- yeah
Everything I do is driven by you
Everything we do (8x)
Everything we do is driven by
Driven by
Driven by you
Oh - everything I do I do for you
song performed by by Queen
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Unforgiving
Where shall I hide?
There's no darkness
To hide me from myself.
I have trampled the petals
Burnt innocent tears
Raped the mutest of mutes
I have driven a stake into truth's heart
Crucified God's children
Plundered his wealth.
No darkness can be so forgiving
As to hide me!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Life
In a certain country,
Men sit in front of the bus;
And women sit at the back!
Crossing a certain check point,
Women have their own passage;
And the men go through the other way.
In a certain land,
Taxis are driven by women to pick up women only;
And the men pick up taxis driven by men only.
In a certain valley,
Only ice-rain does fall at night;
And in another land,
Only the best are known!
But life is like that at times.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dream Land
Dream Land
Dream Land
What a wonderful place many have seen
But can’t be.
Dream Land
Dream Land
What a horrible place many have seen
And hoped never to be
Dream Land
Dream Land
Many who saw merriment in thy land
Wished never to wake
But wake they must
And when they do
They’re overwhelmed by
Such a sorrowful joy like never before
Dream Land
Dream Land
Struggling they do
Profusely they sweat
And “Jesus! ” they exclaim
When they finally turn their eyes
From the horrors they saw in thy land
Dream Land
Dream Land
What and where are you?
Some think you exist
While others hope you don’t
Do you really exist?
If you do
Where then are you?
If you don’t
Why then do you show thyself to us?
O Dream Land
While do you show thyself to us?
While we sleep
Can’t we see you with our eyes open?
Or are you a world for the blind?
Dream Land
Dream Land
O Dream Land
Where can we find you?
poem by YoungBen Ulebor
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I believe that all other political states are in fact variations or outgrowths of a basic state of anarchy; after all, when you mention the idea of anarchy to most people they will tell you what a bad idea it is because the biggest gang would just take over. Which is pretty much how I see contemporary society. We live in a badly developed anarchist situation in which the biggest gang has taken over and have declared that it is not an anarchist situation— that it is a capitalist or a communist situation. But I tend to think that anarchy is the most natural form of politics for a human being to actually practice.
quote by Alan Moore
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To The Land
To the land of bribes,
To the land of telephones,
To the land of corruptions,
To the land of trains,
To the land of shops,
To the land of thieves,
To the land of connections,
To the land of drugs,
To the land of trucks,
To the land of cats,
To the land of Banks,
To the land of dogs, To the land of footballers,
To the land of dragons,
To the land of hope,
To the land of ice-cream,
To the land of potatoes,
To the land of chocolates,
To the land of tomatoes,
To the land of apples,
To the land of coffee,
To the land of lights,
To the land of ships,
To the land of birds,
To the land of tigers,
To the land of carpets,
To the land of pillows,
To the land of lions,
TO the land of toys,
To the land of horses,
To the land of beds,
To the land of roses,
To the land of love,
To the land of passion,
To the land of romance;
I never new women do snore until i married one.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Who drinks at night, buys himself death, who drinks in bed, buys himself a coffin.