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Violating the moral code
of coduct is
not violation.
Issur of notice to a
missing person like me
is not location.
You may contact with
me [email protected]
or yahoo.in for more information.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Violating
Violating as in rape,
Violating as in killing,
Violating as in murder,
Violating as in kidnapping,
The acts of cruelty towards others;
And with emotional scars like sexual abuse!
But the permanent and the physical inquires of the case is like,
An attack on someone's sound mind ans sound health!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Total Stranger
Is anybody out there?
Theres no knock on my door
No one comes anymore
To this island
Trapped on memory lane
Caught in yesturdays rain
In the silence
I have looked in your eye
Calling your name outloud
But you look right through me
Like a ghost in a crowd
Just like a total stranger
Behind those walls of stone
Ive been a missing person
Location unknown
Living like a total stranger
A nowhere man
You see I couldnt get a listed number
Living in a now mans land
Well did you take me for dead
Did you know I still bled
With desire
Hey Im talking to you
But the words dont come through
On this wire
Im a voice in the dark
Crying out to the ghost
So I reach out my hand
Like a man overboard
Just like a total stranger
Behind those walls of stone
Ive been a missing person
Location unknown
Living like a total stranger
A nowhere man
You see I couldnt get a listed number
Living in a no mans land
Im a voice in the dark
Crying out to the ghost
So I reach out my hand
Like a man overboard
Just like a total stranger
Behind those walls of stone
Ive been a missing person
Location unknown
Living like a total stranger
Does anybody understand
You see I couldnt get a listed number
Living in a no mans land
Is anybody out there?
Is anybody out there?
Is anybody out there?
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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The Woman, Stoned to Death
She's put on trial
convicted of a crime
for having betrayed her husband.
For violating
the moral code
of the land,
she stands in front
of the crowd
while men throw stones at her
until she falls down.
Hurrah to the law of the land
as the woman is carried
out of the arena of shame
to her own grave of rest
without a name.
And she is stoned to death
for her crime
because she is a woman
under the Sharia land.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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What Can One Person Do
(n. rodgers/g. smith)
What can one person do
More than a little bit
More than a little bit
Can I fight the battle
All by myself
Can I make a miracle happen
As long as I can think
And got my health
Ill never stop
Im too strong for that
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
Everyones gotta move
What they can move
The faithful can sometimes move mountains
When your faith is right
You will never lose your heart, your hope
Or your good friends
Dont be overcome by frustrations
Live up to your highest expectations
Im tellin you just for your information
Just for, just for your information
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
Looked into my soul and suspected
That Im gonna take, gonna take on the unexpected
Walked into the fire unprotected
Walk into the fire
What can one person do
What can one person be
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
What can one person do
When its one like you
When its one like me
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Awareness Notes... (Part Two)
it's not the bullet that killed
the man... bullets by themselves
are harmless. it is the intent
of the man that loads the gun,
that points the barrel, and pulls
the trigger.
it is also the inactions of the
people who knew his anger, and of
the system that allowed him the gun.
the apathy of those who didnt get
involved, and the moral code that
fed his anger
but taking the gun away doesnt solve
the problem. an angry man will pick up
a stick, or a knife, or even rocks,
to act out his anger.
to disarm the angry you have to remove
their anger, and that begins with getting
to the cause. the cause must be met, and
dealt with.
you must repace the 'moral code' of retribution
with the code of compassionate forgiveness.
human justice begins and ends in the heart.
you have to get involved!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Missed You
Every time I close my eyes,
I'm taken back to where we were,
Through the pain and loneliness,
I think of how much I Love You
Life in Paris is fast-paced,
It can swallow you up before you know it,
Life with her was beautiful,
But now only memories will show it.
I'm missing you Lish,
Missing the hot tubs,
Missing the curdles,
I'm missing you Candy
Missing the back rubs,
Missing the best
...friend a person will ever have,
...girl that a guy could ever Love.
poem by Daniel Aryee
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Mr. Breton didn't know about location, location, location.
quote by Daniel Pinkwater
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Information Overload
Many suffer from,
Information overload.
And nothing can be done,
By information overload.
Too many getting numb,
With information overload.
And not overcoming,
That information overload...
Can be,
Impossible to see achieved.
Simple conversation is...
Impossible to have it achieved.
Eye contact is...
Impossible to have it achieved.
An understanding is...
Impossible to have it achieved.
People sincere is...
Impossible to have it achieved!
Many suffer from,
Information overload.
And nothing can be done,
By information overload.
With many running away...
From wanting purpose.
And many running away...
From honesty!
And many running away...
From keeping focus.
And many running away...
From peace believed,
To wish it could be possible.
With many running away...
From wanting purpose.
And many running away...
From honesty!
And many running away...
From keeping focus.
And many,
Are running away...
From peace believed.
To wish it could be possible.
Eye contact is...
Impossible to have it achieved.
An understanding is...
Impossible to have it achieved.
People sincere is...
Impossible to have it achieved!
Because we're overloaded,
With too much information.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spare Manu
Manu Sastre, the moral code, laid down By Manu, though outdated by time gone,
Still stands worthy of many codes drawn
And is not wise to be thrown out outrightly.
Each set of codes is set to govern a sect
Conditioned by life of the coder’s time,
With no right bequeathed to latter sects
To condemn the coder for the codes set.
The theory propounded by the scientists
Are being replaced by the successors
Without any attack on the former. Mind.
Spare Manu
27.06.2004
[Manu has written a moral code for Hindus more than thousand years back, some of which are controversially objected now}
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lost Dog; Reward!
Missing Dog belongs to dalmatian pedigree
Red ribbon round the neck with a bell
And the new leather belt of goat skin,
Old Owner cries the whole day without a meal.
Please contact; Nagging Soul
3456, West Sumac Lane, Apt 008
Anaheim, CA 92804
I told my wife 'It's near to our place.'
And when I try to fix my photograph on that notice
She scolded me in our mother tongue.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Dream on Every Thought
You cannot expect me to find this boring,
living on the edge of the abyss, only the
flow of information, the mystery of un-
explainable infinity, holds any interest
I'm not a human being but a human striving,
need challenges and ideals to inspire me -
found one of such variety, yet you yawn in
reply - now you experience how I feel
When faced with the boring facts of life,
steel girders of visible reality alienating
me from my spirit, forcing me to go
on quests to find new ideas
Quests are lonely - I admit - discovery is
great even if isolation hurts a little bit, the
ecstasy of finding the best experience
felt by restless consciousness…
*************************** *******************
How much could there be in the Bible code,
is there a limit to the information it can con-
tain, if you say EVERYTHING is in there, can
you explain it to the layman:
The original Hebrew limited-data-base text of
the Old Testament is only 304 805 letters long,
yet unlimited information bits encoded in end-
less combinations,20 billion bits at least
More data than can be found in several lifetimes,
without including crossword puzzles created by
2,3 or 10 words linked together - actually the
amount of information is incalculable
An infinite set of data found at first level of the
Bible code, there is more to come - oh, joy,
I savour every word, dream on every thought!
The Bible Code, Michael Drosnin, Weidenfeld &
Nicolson,1997 -
pp.44&45
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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We Evidently Did
With information to prevent a war
though the code seemed bizarre,
he could try to prevent the possible
events, or wait and wash his hands
in all innocence
Code matrix predicting the death of
Rabin also predicted atomic blast in
Jerusalem and instead of protecting
his journalistic reputation he warned
Israel of danger
He tried to save an entire nation based
on the fact that the date the Gulf War
started was found 3 weeks in advance,
on 18 January 1991 Iraq launched
the first Scud missiles
Drosnin was willing to warn others who might
scoff and he learned the future could be
changed: the code word for 1995-6 also
spells ‘Will You Change It? ' and this
we evidently did!
The Bible Code, Michael Drosnin, Weidenfeld &
Nicolson,1997 -
pp.19,20 and 50,57
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Incomplete
He's washing his face to start his day
He's only lonely. lonely, lonely
Nothing in the mirror ever tells him what's within
Now he's checking out the faces on the back of the milk
He's sour under all this pressure
Thinks the missing person looks an awful lot like him
And he starts his engine
Even though he's missing gears
Incomplete
Where will you find yourself?
Incomplete
Where will you find yourself?
Cuz you're the missing person now
Step outside your doubts
And let yourself be found
He's sick of the ways to just save face
He's tied and tried, he's sick and tired
Tired of the holes that are keeping him in the clear
Push the pedal to the floor, the day before
He's trying to be always trying
Try to find an in, he jumps defying means
And he starts his engine
Though he knows he's missing gears
Incomplete
Where will you find yourself?
Incomplete
Where will you find yourself?
Cuz you're the missing person now
Step outside your doubts
And let yourself be found
So he starts his engine
Though he knows he's missing gears
Incomplete
Where will you find yourself?
Incomplete
Where will you lose yourself?
Cuz you're the missing person now
Step outside your doubts
And let yourself be found
And let yourself be found
song performed by by Switchfoot
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Sleeping Girl
from without, from a child
in this location, the forces conspire
vigilant fire, expectation
sleeping girl, i wish you could tell
this violation
sleeping girl, i want you you to smile
confirmation
moment of truth
know what she says
i cant take it
i wanted the truth
but i know i can play, this location
sleeping girl, you know her so well
in?
sleeping girl, i want to you tell me
conversation
sleeping girl, you know that you will
communication
sleeping girl, i want you to smile
confirmation
sleeping girl, you know her so well
in?
sleeping girl, i want you tell me
communication
sleeping girl, you know that you will
vindication
sleeping girl, i want you smile
confirmation
i, i, i..
i, i, i..(low voices)
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Unfortunately times change
Unfortunately times change
and sometimes not for better
but for worse.
At state intitutions
you wait for hours
in one queue after the other
while highly incapable people
work at African time
where tomorrow is another day
and do not exactly know
how to solve problems
and call on superiors
one after the other
and it happened to me
that I had to collect
a tax clearance certificate
and after waiting
needlessly in three wrong queues
my temper was rising
and when I got
to the right location
a big notice on the wall said
that the taxman
honours your privacy
and do not give out
any information
to other people
and without a word
or any resistance
or any demand
to proof that I may act
on her behalf.
my girlfriend’s documents
was printed out
and handed to me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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I'm sorry, I didn't notice
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
When this started to happen
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
I just let it begin
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
The change in anythin'
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
When we stopped talkin'
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
We weren't letting each other in
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
That sad, sad trend
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
The beginning of the end
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
You were no longer my friend
But believe me, now I notice
And it hurts deep within
Now that I notice
I hope you'll be again
poem by Dylan Burkhart
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Remove It From Your Mind
Does the shallowness,
Of one with a fickled soul show...
If it is announced to another,
How much a missing of one's presence is...
After many years has come to go,
Without a sign of contact.
Or...
Should the one who has been contacted,
Not be suspicious of this act at all.
If the one proclaiming to have done the missing...
Responds to an email sent 'eleven' years ago,
And did not express this in a telephone call.
'Well,
My opinion is this...
That person isn't too high,
On a priority list.
And a confession made,
After that length of time has come to go away...
I wouldn't be suspicious.
I would remove it from my mind to dismiss this quick.'
Hypothetically speaking?
'Hypothetically speaking or not.
People like that are into themselves.
People like that are thoughtless and should be dropped.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I've Come to Notice More Now
I've come to notice more now,
The falling snow.
I've come to notice more now,
A certain purpose...
I had disavowed.
I've come to notice more now,
The core of my being with more meaning.
A joy I can express...
With less emphasis on things collected.
And a happiness I always had,
But somehow did not allow.
I've come to notice more now,
I can.
I've come to notice more now,
I will!
I've come to notice more now,
My needs are basically fulfilled.
Without desire to seek approval,
Sought to identify my peace of mind!
I've come to notice more now,
Thoughts like that I have left behind.
And notice, I do...
My blessings!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Putting A Person In A Box
when you put
a person in a box
the box becomes
the person
the box does not
grow
it chokes
the pharynx
and shuns away light
even air
the box cannot die
it stays as a
box for years
sometime when
you are anxious
you open the
box
only to find out
that the person
is not a box
and he is not
there
anymore
it was you inside
it
and it too was
gone
and you did not
notice
the box
the person
and you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Of The Person Remains?
WHAT OF THE PERSON REMAINS?
What of the person remains?
For tens of thousands of years
Not even a bone.
For a few thousand
For a few a name and a story,
And for most, dust and nothingness.
But then
Portrait and family history
Photographs and then films
Clips of a life.
And now more and more detail
Everyman immortalized in each tweet and twitter
Eternity in an electronic file.
And yet with all this
With all the remnants and reminiscences
With all the recorded interviews
With all the tons and tons of information
Gathered around each name
What of the person remains?
All these images and information
All this non-erasable digital paradise
Has not made one single human being
Breathe again with the full breath of life.
The person does not remain
No matter how many memories and how much information
Is left behind.
Death is not defeated yet
As we record and record and record
Every passing instant and action
Of what one day in an instant
May all suddenly disappear.
We will forever be unable to do-
What only God
May do for us.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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