Tattoos are like stories - they're symbolic of the important moments in your life. Sitting down, talking about where you got each tattoo and what it symbolizes, is really beautiful.
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The most important precedents deal with the whole idea of symbolic programming - the notion of setting up symbolic expressions that can represent anything one wants, and then having functions that operate on both their structure and content.
quote by Stephen Wolfram
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Unusually Unusual
(mark mcguinn)
She introduced herself as amy, said call me caroline for short
I just moved in three doors down so I wouldnt be the girl next door
And I knew the shoes she wasnt wearing fit her just right
She said, hey, man did you know that somebody left your grass out in the yard all night?
Shes unusually unusual
Absolutely unpredictable
Shes so different and thats whats wonderful
Shes unusually unusual
And thats beautiful to me
She had a tattoo above her ankle of a trident submarine
She said it symbolizes awesome powers hidden deep within our dreams
And her diamond eyes, different in color, held me captive in their light
And she said hey, man did you know we used to be brothers in some past life?
Shes unusually unusual
Absolutely unpredictable
Shes so different and thats whats wonderful
Shes unusually unusual
And thats beautiful to me
Some people may think shes strange, a different cup of tea
But she just does it for me
Shes unusually unusual
Absolutely unpredictable
Shes so different and thats whats wonderful
Shes unusually unusual
And thats beautiful to me
song performed by by Lonestar
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Waffen-SS Blood Tattoos
scan earmarked
final solutions
nazi life rapes
waffen SS blood tattoos
SS blood group tattoos
small black ink tattoos
located on underside
of left arm near armpit
20 cm above the elbow
blood type soldier's
early lettering Gothic-style
later inked Latin-style
blood transfusions
wounded unconscious
missing dog tags
war games crimes ended
catch beastly black rats
war crimes blood riddled
war atrocities ignored ended
Allies keen to catch scapegoats
Waffen-SS members desired
an accounting to be rendered
judgement trial vengeance selections
Waffen-SS type witch hunted
due to hideous volume of war crimes
committed by fanatical Waffen-SS units
post-war showcase Nuremberg Trials
Waffen-SS are collectively branded
a criminal organization condemned
due to Nazi Party loyalty connections
involvement documented war crimes
waffen SS blood group tattoos
used to accurately identify SS members
'prima facie' evidence established
as part of the Waffen-SS leading
to potential arrest prosecutions
leading to Waffen-SS prosecutions
occasionally war crimes executions
gallows appointed hangman's noose
'prima facie' on first encounter first
blush at first sight Waffen-SS identities
are self evident legally fact established
but blood group super loop hawks
eagles fly free in perfect inconsistencies
not all Waffen-SS had blood tattoos
some men were away on tattoo days
men transferred from other branches
of military training to Waffen-SS
men transferred from the Allgemeine SS
the 'General' or non-military SS
did not receive Waffen-SS blood tattoos
increasingly after 1943 Waffen-SS
recruits did not receive blood tattoos
by 1945 few accept blood tattoos
non-SS wounded Wehrmacht soldiers
treated in SS hospitals were blood tattooed
post war Waffen-SS falsely categorized
rise free blood group super loop hawks
eagles fly free in perfect inconsistencies
SS veterans tattoo less detection escaped
SS escapees important who capture evaded
Auschwitz Angel of Death Josef Mengele
Adolf Eichmann's 'best man' Alois Brunner
both ghost escaped lacking SS blood tattoos
blood group super loop nasty heinous vultures
evaded question identity perception minefields
poem by Terence George Craddock
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People who don't like me talk about it as though I'm trash because I have tattoos. I find that insane because it's 2008, not the 1950s. Tattoos aren't limited to sailors. It's a form of art I find beautiful. I love it.
It has always been assumed that the most important things in the Gospels are the ethical maxims and commandments. But for me the most important thing is that Christ speaks in parables taken from life, that He explains the truth in terms of everyday reality. The idea that underlies this is that communion between mortals is immortal, and that the whole of life is symbolic because it is meaningful.
quote by Boris Pasternak
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Solarium Serenade
I'm just sitting here
Staring at the starry sky
Just thinking for a moment
What a beautiful night is this
I'm still sitting here
Feel so excited at the moon
So bright, in the night sky
What a beautiful night is this
Then I thought
This life is really beautiful
But it wasn't really beautiful
Before I meet you...
You're more beautiful
Than a shiny star...
You're more beautiful
Than a bright moon...
You're beautiful
Than everything...
And I can't lie about it...
You're more beautiful than everything...
Even though we're separated away
I can not stop thinking about you...
Even though you're not here right now
I always feel you're so close to me...
That's all because...
You're the most beautiful thing in my life...
poem by Jeffry Robertson
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Sonny and another Hells Angel who was at the meeting thought they were beyond a little patch so they headed down to a local tattoo shop in Oakland and were the first to get the famous One Percent tattoos.
quote by Chuck Zito
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Words On Conceptual Poetry(9)
where are you sitting on? we are nothing as important as the language we are using everyday.the most important thing in poetry is concept practising pratical physical realities around your life, dissolving into the spirit of individual moral development without which we cannot live with genuine mental potentialities
so where are you sitting on?
what are you looking for?
who are you working for?
the answers are in the process of appropriate tactics which i donot believe in as it is not going for diversivied existence but for romantic obession of truths
this is only a part of the things you can see or speculate about it, not the whole picture of the things
where are you sitting on now?
are you sure that you are sitting?
what is your mind working on?
Moments
We have treasured moments
we collect everyday,
as we walk our journey
along life’s long and winding road.
Moments that we want to keep
for some sad and lonely day.
Moments to treasure,
when the sun refuses to shine.
Moments to remember
and call upon at anytime.
Moments when we are blessed,
with love and friendship divine.
Moments that we gather,
with love in our memories.
Moments, beautiful moment,
we gather everyday.
poem by David Harris
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Girl With The Butterfly Tattoos
Girl with the butterfly tattoos
Could there ever be a me and you?
If you where closer to me?
You said you saw somthing in me
Do you remember when we mett?
It wasn't a spark
It was a bonfire
I had my mohawk
You had your afro
We didnt take it slow
It was fun though
An still is just to talk to you
Your just so damn kew
You are everything I want in a woman
From your mocha skin
To your beautiful mind
One of a kind
When will you be mine?
I trust you with my life
Will you ever be my wife?
Join me, together we can go
on an adventure
On a scale from 1 to 3
Your a 10
I think im in love with my best friend..
Girl with the butterfly tattoos....
Tell me.. Will my dreams ever come true?
poem by Jeremy Rascon
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Stories
Every year has its own stories in this life,
Every month has its own stories in this life,
Every week has its own stories in this life,
Every day has its own stories in this life,
Every hour has its own stories in this life,
Every minute has its own stories in this life,
And like the muse of the mind as we grow up;
So, we are all with stories to tell in this world.
As white as snow,
As red as blood,
As balck as charcoal,
As green as the grass,
As blue as the sky;
But everybody has stories to tell in this world!
And like the muse o love in the land of beauty,
For each year has its own story.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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New Tattoo
Ive been out drinkin with the boys again
Sorry Im calling after 2 a.m.
Theres something that I need to say to you
I know its late
But this cant wait
I just got a new tattoo
One love, one woman
Youre my new tattoo
Tonight is the very first night of my life with you
Until the day I die
I promise its true
Everyone will see my new tattoo
Tonight I saw your face up in the stars
Stumbled here to paint you on my arm
Theres something that I need to say to you
So I wrote this song
Cause you belong
Right here on my new tattoo
(chorus)
I dont want to see us fade away
I dont want to be without you another day
I could be your dorian gray
I wont fade away
No, I wont fade away
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Two Boys Fishing
Two little boys fishing
Cheeky lads in short pants
Sitting on a river bank
Sharing sweets and fizzy drinks
Wondering what life may bring.
Two teenage boys fishing
Now shaving in the mornings
Sitting on a river bank
Talking of girls and a first time kiss
Excited by what love may bring.
Two young men at a wedding
Hard working, friends for life
One the groom the other best man
Talking softly waiting for the bride
Who comes so radiant in white.
Two middle-aged men
Abundant with family love and work
Sitting on a river bank
Talking of mortgages, school fees
And of coming Government elections.
Two old men fishing, old and grey
Grandfathers looking back at life
Sitting on a river bank
Grateful for each other's company
Sharing life's highway to God.
poem by Colin Ian Jeffery
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Sitting down to eat in our house is about sharing, you know, talking about the day you've had, be it in school or work or whatever, so that's very important to us.
quote by Liam Neeson
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Pinkle Purr
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
A little black nothing of feet and fur;
And by-and-by, when his eyes came through,
He saw his mother, the big Tattoo.
And all that he learned he learned from her.
'I'll ask my mother,' says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
A ridiculous kitten with silky fur.
And little black Pinkle grew and grew
Till he got as big as the big Tattoo.
And all that he did he did with her.
'Two friends together,' says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
An adventurous cat in a coat of fur.
And whenever he thought of a thing to do,
He didn't much bother about Tattoo,
For he knows it's nothing to do with her,
So 'See you later,' says Pinkle Purr.
Tattoo is the mother of Pinkle Purr,
An enormous leopard with coal-black fur.
A little brown kitten that's nearly new
Is now playing games with its big Tattoo…
And Pink looks lazily down at her:
'Dear little Tat,' says Pinkle Purr.
poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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Silent Talking
Does it matter if you broke this spell
So unreal is the future life along the way
They dare you
To turn around, it all comes through this feel.
It doesnt ring true.
Silent talking in the system, ringing to this beautiful world.
Silent talking, always dreaming, sing me to this beautiful world.
Silent talking in the system, ringing to this beautiful world.
Silent talking, always dreaming, sing me to this beautiful world.
song performed by by Yes
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Silent Talking
Does it matter if you broke this spell
So unreal is the future life along the way
They dare you
To turn around, it all comes through this feel.
It doesnt ring true.
Silent talking in the system, ringing to this beautiful world.
Silent talking, always dreaming, sing me to this beautiful world.
Silent talking in the system, ringing to this beautiful world.
Silent talking, always dreaming, sing me to this beautiful world.
song performed by by Yes
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Tattoo
Me and my brother were talking to each other
Me and my brother were talking to each other
bout what makes a man a man
bout what makes a man a man
Was it brain or brawn, or the month you were born
Was it brain or brawn, or the month you were born
We just couldnt understand
We just couldnt understand
Our old man didnt like our appearance
Our old man didnt like our appearance
He said that only women wear long hair
He said that only women wear long hair
So me and my brother borrowed money from mother
So me and my brother borrowed money from mother
We knew what we had to do
We knew what we had to do
We went downstairs, past the barber and gymnasium
We went downstairs, past the barber and gymnasium
And got our arms tattooed
And got our arms tattooed
Welcome to my life, tattoo
Welcome to my life, tattoo
Im a man now, thanks to you
Im a man now, thanks to you
I expect Ill regret you
I expect Ill regret you
But the skin graft man wont get you
But the skin graft man wont get you
Youl be there when I die
Youl be there when I die
Tattoo
Tattoo
My dad beat me cause mine said mother
My dad beat me cause mine said mother
But my mother naturally liked it and beat my brother
But my mother naturally liked it and beat my brother
cause his tattoo was of a lady in the nude
cause his tattoo was of a lady in the nude
And my mother thought that was extremely rude
And my mother thought that was extremely rude
Welcome to my life, tattoo
Welcome to my life, tattoo
Weve a long time together, me and you
Weve a long time together, me and you
I expect Ill regret you
I expect Ill regret you
But the skin graft man wont get you
But the skin graft man wont get you
Youll be there when I die
Youll be there when I die
Tattoo
Tattoo
Now Im older, Im tattooed all over
Now Im older, Im tattooed all over
My wife is tattooed too
My wife is tattooed too
A rooty-toot-toot, rooty-tooty-toot-toot
A rooty-toot-toot, rooty-tooty-toot-toot
Rooty-toot-toot tattoo too
Rooty-toot-toot tattoo too
To you
To you
song performed by by Who
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On Fridays he’d open a six-pack of beer
On Fridays he’d open a six-pack of beer,
after coming home
would tear the wrapping from them,
and sit on the porch with his white vest
stretching over his huge chest
and there were distant thoughts in his eyes,
long forgotten memories coming back,
sweat running down his face and cheeks
and the foam of icy Castle Lager was on his lips
and the silence had a funny way
of talking to me,
telling things about heartache, chances lost,
while he was trying to chill out
and the man in vest and shorts
drinking his bear on the porch,
I couldn’t really comprehend
and the blue tattoos on his arms
told their own stories
of a converted hippie, a man converted
to the responsibilities of life,
and he was convinced
that my stories, my poems
would not lead anywhere
and I saw a man
who had lost
the words, the poems
that he once wrote
and he watched the setting sun,
the awakening stars
trying to catch the magic
of the moment.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Tattoo
Some people might say that I am a prude
Because of my body, and it is not tattooed,
But I am no animal, and no ones property or slave
So having myself marked, that I do not crave,
My body indeed is a piece of art
Not a road sign to stop, or go, or where to park,
My body is the way that it was when I was born
And if I want decorations, colorful clothes will be worn,
I look in a mirror and I see myself
With the cuts and burns and blisters and all else,
There is no markings on my body that I will be ashamed
And all that I have, pridefully it will be claimed,
I do not need a tattoo to express who I am
And if you don't accept my views, I don't give a damn,
I will not allow any person to place any inking upon my skin
As I know for myself and soul that is just a sin,
I am proud of my body with no shame or any guilt
With no tattoos or markings I am the temple that GOD built,
I am not a showoff or braggart or a follower which is true
That is why this man, will never have a tattoo.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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