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Torman

The medical reports and the expenses,
And of a shelter against the storm and the expectations;
Stop the killings and help the people!
For your personal directorate means a lot.
Horrified spasm of violence and hate,
Out away the guns and let us care for each other;
For the anatomy of the game is all about us.
I am Torman and i need love and care,
But what i see around me tells the story over here;
And like the rains that came at last after thirty years.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Skin Storm

Delight
See our faces are both shining
And Ive never felt so wanted
Than when you cling with arms and legs
I tremble
You crush my burning lips like ashes
With so much skin to travel over
While my head spins (and you knew it would)
And oh, what a storm !
And oh, what a storm !
We shelter in our skin storm
I feel
Feel your breath burn on my body
You touch my senses, tingling brightly
Slip-and-sliding into heaven
Love could be a wonderful emotion
With such a rush of pleasure motion
When Im dancing on our skin
And oh, what a storm !
And oh, what a storm !
We shelter in our skin storm
And oh, what a storm !
And oh, what a storm !
We shelter in our skin storm

song performed by by Morrissey
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Ink Of Failed Conscience

Once up on a time
Among some other men and women
Called human rights activists
In a wonderful country
Sometimes may be yours or not

Covered skin as a righteous character
Appearing on surface of conflicts
Seems to be the side of victims
Definition today is doubtful

Fights for rights
It is a job well paid
Elite's cases are handled
Like a lawyer acts

Having not anything bought
Earns more over unexpected
Barking to one side loudly
Licks the other side slowly

Sells killings, violence and tortures
Yearns conflicts and wars
Writes reports and goes for conferences
Grabs projects and funds from donors

For the survival
Consciously or unconsciously
Does not expect
Peaceful solutions

On the way of helping to charismatic issues
Wishes conflicts to be expanded
To write reports and statements
With ink of failed conscience

Domesticated heart body and mind
Unwilling to retreat
Extended greediness
Living in hunting stages

Empathy and sympathy
Gradually dwindled
Shocked heart tears dry up
Killings, disappearance, and abductions
Well trained reports
Fills in the blanks
Of failed humanity questions

poem by Udaya R. Tennakoon
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May god...... May my people help themselves

May god bless my people
May my people bless themselves.

May god stop the killings
May my people stop killing.

May god bring peace to this community. May my people fight for peace in their lives.

May god stop hatred and bring love.
May my people teach love and fight hatred.

May god raise our next generation. May my people raise their kids.
May god change the path of my people's destiny. May my people take responsibility of their destiny.

poem by Pedro Andre
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Long gone are the days when hospital stays and surgeries made up the bulk of seniors' annual medical expenses.

quote by Jim Gerlach
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Personal

Anything you want from me
Ill do
But first
Lets get personal
Personal
Personal
Personal
Lets get personal
Personal
Personal
Personal
Personal with you
Were sittin havin dinner at your parents home
Some of the finest food Ive ever known
But I need some sweetness on my tongue
And it aint a type of sugar oh no
So maybe we can go somewhere
Neighbour room girl I dont care
Wheres the bedroom
(its upstairs)
Ill meet you there in a minute
Girl so we can get
Lets get personal (ooh yeah)
Personal (tight baby)
Personal (maybe we can get)
Personal (just a little, just a little bit)
Lets get personal (ooh yay)
Personal (I wanna get personal)
Personal (come on baby, just trust me)
Personal (I wanna get)
Personal with you
Im behind you in your bedroom with your hands against the wall
But keeping one eye on the door
Got your t-shirt and your panties on
Ooh I feel so right, cant be wrong, no
I know you like it when I touch you there
Girl just keep it quiet or theyll hear
Feel the tremblin all down your leg
Id love to head to your bed
So that we can get
Personal
Shhh
Should I take off my clothes (no)
Put the lock on the door
Let go of your deepest inhibitions
Let me fulfil your fantasies girl
Like me touching you there (yeah)
The way that I play with your hair
Emotions running wild until we stop
Yeah
Lets get personal (ooh baby)
Personal (I wanna get personal with you)
Personal (we can do anything you wanna do)
Personal (whoah)
Lets get personal (when you rub and youre close to me)
Personal (feel the fire just like ecstasy)
Personal (girl and the way that youre touching me I want it baby all the time)
Personal
Personal with you
Oh I want to
Make love to you
So lets
Get personal
Let me be
Your fantasy
Youre all
I need oh girl
Lets get personal
Personal (with every little thing you do)
Personal (its like ecstasy baby)
Personal (when Im right when Im back next to you)
Personal (girl I dont give a damn about)
Personal (whos that saw, go downstairs)
Personal (I just wanna get personal baby)
Personal (so bad makes me wanna say)
Oh whoa whoa whoa
It makes me wanna say
Oh whoa whoa whoa
All of my people say
Oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh

song performed by by Craig David
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A Storm Cute Than Fallacy

Pranab k c
08/2011

storming midnight blew away personal desert
of unending misunderstanding
of lagoon-dry stretching for bewildered lacuna
only the draught ever infinite as far the horizon could spell
the thunder spellbound to crack its designed cacophone
storm thrust over the precarious proposition
blew up moments from hour barriers
personal thatchery where no commitment breed
any fungal sophistication, scrambled pram to bear the dripper

storming mid-night splashing the dirt of regular deviation
from the higher starry face to dive the unending understanding
where grave simply meet any person, no alive diction, no alive skeleton
few passengers yet to grab the strong hold of wheeling fear
midnight and its polygamic gesture
birds can't know, air can't know
human mind the only server where to transmit every spasm of amity
of Antigoniac caricature the whole of civilisation carries so long

midnight storm
no personal melancholy ever been drawn the utmost region
when the beginning ends and when the end beginning

poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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You Are The Storm

(matraca berg / ronnie samoset)
I see you standing there
Outside the windows of my heart
So cold and shivering
There in your world that is so dark
I wish that I could set you free
From all your insecurities
But you threw away the key
When you locked the door
I tried to love you
I tried to keep you from harm
But I might as well be
Holding the wind in my arms
Oh, I cant give you shelter
When you are the storm
There is a wind tonight
That blows and chills me to the bone
Here by the fireside
Even the heat cant keep me warm
Im haunted by your troubled soul
That rages out of control
I had to let you go
Had to let you go
I tried to love you
I tried to keep you from harm
But I might as well be
Holding the wind in my arms
Oh, I cant give you shelter
When you are the storm
Sometimes I lie here and wonder
If youll ever change
Then I hear the lightning and thunder
Oh, and the rain
Oh, I tried to love you
And I tried to keep you from harm
But I might as well be
Holding the wind in my arms
Oh, I cant give you shelter
You are the storm
Oh, I cant give you shelter
You are the storm
Oh, oh, oh, oh

song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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A Storm Is A Storm

Everyday we seek shelter
from an approaching storm.
Whether it comes naturally
or is a homemade one.
A storm is a storm
and its turbulence is always felt.
Where it be rain, snow, flood,
hurricane or tornado,
or someone playing mind games
to try to hurt us in someway.
A storm is a storm.

17 January 2008

poem by David Harris
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Shelter From The Storm

twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
Come in, she said,
Ill give you shelter from the storm.
And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
Ill always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
Come in, she said,
Ill give you shelter from the storm.
Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where its always safe and warm.
Come in, she said,
Ill give you shelter from the storm.
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
Come in, she said,
Ill give you shelter from the storm.
Suddenly I turned around and she was standin there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
Come in, she said,
Ill give you shelter from the storm.
Now theres a wall between us, somethin theres been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
Come in, she said,
Ill give you shelter from the storm.
Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, its doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
Come in, she said,
Ill give you shelter from the storm.
Ive heard newborn babies wailin like a mournin dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
Come in, she said,
Ill give you shelter from the storm.
In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
Come in, she said,
Ill give you shelter from the storm.
Well, Im livin in a foreign country but Im bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razors edge, someday Ill make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
Come in, she said,
Ill give you shelter from the storm.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Marriage means expectations and expectations mean conflict.

quote by Paxton Blair
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Reputation is fine but you have to keep justifying it. In a sense, it makes it harder because people's expectations of you are higher. So, you have to fulfill those expectations. Or, try to exceed those expectations. But, it becomes more difficult as time goes on.

quote by Derek Jacobi
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Shelter

Every ship needs a port
where it can shelter
from any storm.

I my love have your loving arms,
which within I can shelter
and keep warm.

Aircraft have a hanger
when things get rough
to shelter in.

My love I have you
and our loving home
to shelter within.

Everything needs a shelter
a place to call their own
a place to go to at night.

I have you my love you
and your open arms to shelter me
and keep me warm at night.

29 March 2009

poem by David Harris
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When you see somebody who's got a complaining personality, it usually means that they had some vision of what things could be, and they're constantly disappointed by that. I think that would be the camp that I would fall into - constantly horrified by the things people do.

quote by Daniel Clowes
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Apocalypse

I saw the storm coming like wall of revolting evil,
people sought shelter in the town´s only café and
I was looking for my dog. I didn´t like to share my
space with the many in the café and found a bus
shelter that once had been a bunker in a forgotten
war; my dog was there. Then the storm hit and
when it was over, the town had disappeared and
a field of tall, sea green grass had taken its place.
The stillness was acute I heard the undulation of
grass, this unnerved the dog so we went on to
the sandy lane and walked on in the hope of
finding the future that had disappeared into a past
where memories linger like dying stars.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Himsa- the Food

Near the tube-light, on the wall
stood a lizard, with steadfast head,
catching its prey. How many killings?

In the backyard, under the trees,
were darting hens, with alert beaks,
pecking their prey. How many killings?

Inside the kitchen, beneath the oven
lies our pet kitten, with gleaming eyes
to smother rats. How many killings?

No life without food;
No food without life
07.08.97

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Still collective man feels compelled

Have you killed a white today
is still being proclaimed
and old people are killed,
white farmers pay a price
and robberies and killings
in suburban arias
never stop
as if every criminal
in Africa
have being heading south

and some are taught
to take from others
as if the possessions
are their own
and in the doing of it
to maim, rape, kill
and slaughter
without conscience

and the killings
are still being done
by psychopathic people
who like animals in a pack
follow a new psychopathic god
proclaiming an insane culture.

Still collective man
feels compelled
to claim love
only for the self
and not to care
about love for another
while the affirmative flame
burns bright
in a beleaguered night
and guns and knives flash
on the defenceless

and the state, police
and maddened population
do not comprehend
that no one lives alone
and everyone eventually
pays the price
when hunger, poverty
and destruction
takes its course.

[Reference: September 1,1939 by W.H. Auden.]

poem by Gert Strydom
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Nobody could tell us or really had a very good idea, if there were a massive release of radiation, what kind of medical treatment people were going to need and this or that, or, indeed, whether there would be medical personnel around.

quote by William Scranton
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The Poor Have Souls Too!

the poor have souls too...
dreams, hopes, and desires.
their hands have worked the hoe,
pushed the plow, swung the axe...
have held their children,
and touched with love.
their needs are real,
and the same as all others.
their hunger raw and real,
their minds needing answers.
they dont need anyone else
to live their lives,
they want to live their own.
peace, warmth, food, and shelter...
and medical care!
doesnt seem like too much to ask.
the poor are still people,
and people need people!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sunset

Sunset, sun, set, ten, net, nets, use, sue, tune, tunes, sets;
To be in a free country with the muse of your love,
And like your insurance and your medical reports!
But try to live strategically with the muse of peace than war.