In No Big Perception
In no big perception
I want to string sounds together
and nowhere I want to force words
to construct something artificial
but my verses must be natural with something
from the heart and knowledge coming together
where everyone that reads them
can live along with them; can have an own discovery
and even my own memories
have got to have something universal,
piercing past the superficial,
letting another realization, place or world unfold
being totally free from copying or envy,
in a type of unique art.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Artificial Man
Scene: after his capture, flash is taken to a secret hideout to have
His brain cleansed, and his mind conditioned.
Flash, mr. black and the mad scientist sing:
Flash: I cant believe its happening
I just want to stay the way that I am.
I dont want to live a lie in an artificial world.
Mr black: lets build an antiseptic world,
Full of artificial people.
Cure all diseases, conquer pain
And monitor the human brain,
And see what thoughts youre thinking.
Observe your feelings,
Secret fears,
Controlling everything you say and do
And we will build a master race
To live within our artificial world.
Tell it to the people all across the land,
Were going to build an artificial man
With the physique of a tarzan
And the profile of a cary grant,
A superior being
Totally made by hand.
Throw out imperfection,
Mould you section by section,
Gonna make you the ultimate creation.
Flash: I can visualise the day
When the world will be controlled by artificial people,
But I dont want to live a lie in an artificial world.
Mr black: tell the world that we finally did it,
Made a man thats totally programmed,
Preconditioned thoughts and emotions,
Push-button artificial man.
Did you ever want to live forever?
Well heres your chance to be a total automaton
cos weve improved on gods creation
An outdated homo sapien.
Make you taller if you want it
Make your hair grow longer if you need it.
If it doesnt exist then I guess we can breed it.
Therell be no disagreements,
Well dedicate our lives to achievements,
And organise your life and keep it totally planned.
Flash: I can visualise the day
When the world will be controlled by artificial people,
But I dont want to live a lie in an artificial world.
Mr black tell the world we finally did it.
& mad modified the population,
Scientist:put your senses and your mind
Under constant observation
Even when youre dreaming.
Replaced your nose, heart and lungs,
So shake me with your artificial hand.
We went and built a master race
To live within our artificial world.
song performed by by Kinks
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I'm the type of girl
Im the type of girl that will hang on.
And never let go.
I'm the type of girl whose always hyper.
The one you wanna know.
Im the type of girl you wont wanna date.
But would love to be just friends.
I'm the type of girl who knows the killer.
Long before it ends.
I'm the type of girl whose rooms a mess.
But whose desk is always neat.
I'm the type of girl who is slightly weird.
But you really wanna meet.
I'm the type of girl that holds her tounge.
But never says whats right.
I'm the type of girl who loves to sleep.
But reads all through the night.
I'm the type of girls who fails at sports.
But wins at every game.
I'm the type of girl that always cries.
But covers all the pain.
I'm the type of girl that falls inlove.
With all the wrong guys.
I'm the type of girl thats ready to believe.
In all your pathetic lies.
I'm the type of girl that hates Taylor Lautner.
And all those other teens.
I'm the type of girl who sits alone.
But chases every dream.
I'm the type of girl you can't forget.
Or get out of your head.
I'm the type of girl who'll stick by your side.
Even when your dead.
I'm the type of girl who says what she feels.
And means every single words.
I'm the type of girl that falls up stairs.
And sings songs you've never heard.
I'm the type of girl who spends her life.
Writing depressing poems.
I'm the type of girl who loves to walk.
'Cause she likes to be alone.
I'm the type of girl that begs for love.
But is too afraid to fall.
I'm the type of girl who feels so short.
Even though shes tall.
I'm the type of girl that's to unique to fit in.
But doesn't mind either way.
I'm the type of girl that will love her ex.
Until the feelings fade.
I'm the type of girl you'll never know.
But would have to just meet.
I'm the type of girl who can never decide.
On what she wants to eat.
I'm the type of girl who can rhyme in a second.
But is always slow to catch on.
I'm the type of girl whose had her heart broken.
And wonders what went wrong?
I'm the type of girl you can't understand.
For I'm a type too rare to know.
I'm the type of girl who keeps hanging on.
Long after you've letten go.
I'm the type of girl who writes for hours.
And dreams of what she'll never be.
I'm the type of girl who can only be defined.
As different, complicated, and unique.
poem by Silence Dogood
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Artifical Man
Scene: After his capture, Flash is taken to a secret hideout to have
his brain cleansed, and his mind conditioned.
Flash, Mr. Black and the Mad Scientist sing:
Flash: I can't believe it's happening
I just want to stay the way that I am.
I don't want to live a lie in an artificial world.
Mr Black: Let's build an antiseptic world,
Full of artificial people.
Cure all diseases, conquer pain
And monitor the human brain,
And see what thoughts you're thinking.
Observe your feelings,
Secret fears,
Controlling everything you say and do
And we will build a master race
To live within our artificial world.
Tell it to the people all across the land,
We're going to build an artificial man
With the physique of a Tarzan
And the profile of a Cary Grant,
A superior being
Totally made by hand.
Throw out imperfection,
Mould you section by section,
Gonna make you the ultimate creation.
Flash: I can visualise the day
When the world will be controlled by artificial people,
But I don't want to live a lie in an artificial world.
Mr Black: Tell the world that we finally did it,
Made a man that's totally programmed,
Preconditioned thoughts and emotions,
Push-button artificial man.
Did you ever want to live forever?
Well here's your chance to be a total automaton
'Cos we've improved on God's creation
An outdated homo sapien.
Make you taller if you want it
Make your hair grow longer if you need it.
If it doesn't exist then I guess we can breed it.
There'll be no disagreements,
We'll dedicate our lives to achievements,
And organise your life and keep it totally planned.
Flas
song performed by by Kinks
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Polite Words
We become the past so easily
The sweet rose out of ground
Existential eyes without sky
Without forever
These seasons coming and going
An old letter
Some old photos
Vague memories of the superficial
I thought you loved me?
I did but that was a month ago
I don’t want to talk about it
You need to move on
Modern man lost in the universe
So free
So cold
Goodbye in polite words
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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More Than Memories, Feelings and Knowledge
More than memories, feelings and knowledge
I want to pour into my verses
and something with a new meaning
that gives a view of another world
I want spread wider with each verse,
where words reveal injustice, love and beauty,
something that goes to the core of the heart,
that brings fulfilment by the reading of it
but I am bounded
by my own humanity, thoughts and ideas,
by my experiences of the world,
a place without love, filled by fear
and still there are things that surprises me,
that flares to life from the old dead ashes.
poem by Gert Strydom
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One’s drive
I should marry such a woman
As others would envy me my wife.
I should attain such a position
As others would envy me my place.
I should construct such a building
As others would envy me my house.
In absence of others, I have no drive.
Envy, not love, influences one’s drive.
03.11.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To the spirits of Abn 'Arabi, poet, and Averroes, philosopher
The philosopher asked the poet,
Does what the poets and the mystics
find in their hearts, agree
with what the philosophers have discovered
or reasoned to be true?
The poet answered
Yes, and No
and between the two
is a place, a space, where
the mouth is silent,
the pen hovers poised above the paper,
the eyes sparkle,
the heart leaps and rejoices,
and the mind soars on journeys
beyond anything that was known before
and lives experiences never before experienced;
finds words behind words
that were never spoken before,
sounds behind sounds
never heard before,
a knowledge beyond love,
a love beyond knowledge..
a place where poets and philosophers
meet together in a world of wonder.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Best Way To Liberation! (1)
As cage bird or imprisoned person we all live our life;
A soul in the body is like a prisoner in the prison here;
However joyful or sorrowful the life is freedom is bliss;
For which we all explore life, world, Nature and God!
Love makes man live in the world inspired by Nature;
Man knows love from Nature and lives better life;
Love of Art, beauty, Nature, music helps to live longer;
Due to love he lives family life far evolved from animals!
Fear is the opposing force of love perpetrated by animals;
Animals achieve all by the force of fear more than love;
But love of knowledge or education puts an end to fear
And knowledge by experience gives wisdom and culture!
Culture ennobles man from animals to live best life
As culture is best way of life based on best of acts
Covering best thoughts, best words and best deeds
Extensively satisfying all aspects of human activities!
Life is conscious existence enjoying bliss in the world;
Divine life is eternal conscious existence in bliss absolute!
Physical life is consciousness of soul powered by energy;
Divine life is consciousness of Universal Spirit everywhere!
Matter has evolved from energy powered by Universal Spirit;
Human body has time limit as all perishable commodities;
The soul within is the dropp of the Universal Soul everywhere,
That is the saturation or end point of all living souls here!
poem by Ramesh T A
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When It Comes
Its coming around again
Theyre letting it out again, again
Its coming around again
Theyre letting it out again, again
Its coming around again
Theyre letting it out again, again
Its coming around again
Theyre letting it out again
When it comes, it comes abrupt
When it feels, it feels like trading brains with an imbecile
For real
Yes I feel emphatic about not being static
And not buying philosophies that are sold to me, no, at a steal
Just when you thought, it was safe to think
In comes mental piracy, and no
What Im looking for (for)
Can not be sold to me
I wish they all would stop trying
Cuz what I want, and what I need, is and will always be free
Its coming around again
Theyre letting it out again, again
Its coming around again
Theyre letting it out again
When it comes, it comes announced
And it feels like a matador is taunting me with his reddest red cloth
And I am the bull
Yes I feel emphatic about not being static
And not eating the bullshit thats being fed to me
Cuz now Im full
Just when you thought, it was safe to think
In comes mental piracy, and no
What Im looking for (for)
Can not be sold to me
I wish they all would stop trying
Cuz what I want, and what I need, is and will always be free
Its coming around again
Theyre letting it out again, again
song performed by by Incubus
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Our Past Lives On With Us
We may not be in prison yet we are not truly free
For of our past we are prisoners that's how 'twould seem to me
Bad memories always haunt us they never go away
Until the Reaper claims us they are with us to stay.
For many childhood memories are full of mental pain
Their heavy cross of sorrows through their lives with them remain
Children of war and famines they cannot forget their past
Their living nightmares with them linger though few other things seem to last.
Children of abusive parents bad old memories in them stay young
They live remembering their traumas and die as the unsung
Their innocence stolen from them in their childhood of tears
Bad memories still with them undimmed by the passing years.
We may not be in prison though it would seem to me
That we prisoners of our memories of our past we can't be free
Until the Reaper claims us good and bad memories with us stay
Our past seems to live on with us and it never goes away.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Unending Love
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times…
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age-old pain,
It's ancient tale of being apart or together.
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.
You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.
At the heart of time, love of one for another.
We have played along side millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.
Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you
The love of all man’s days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours –
And the songs of every poet past and forever.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Has Anyone Got The Time
Dreams live far in the future,
Memories dwell back in the past,
The only time that is real,
Is now, and it surely won't last,
This is the moment to live,
The only time that is true,
All other times are irrelevant,
Now is the time to be you.
The time to enjoy, is here now,
Because "now", will not happen again,
This time is unique and un-charted,
So make happy the memories that remain.
You may plan for the future you wish,
You may save, and prepare, even steer,
But the future is coming; you can't change it,
Re-arrange it, or stop it, or veer.
On arrival, it's "now"; you must live it,
For in a fleeting moment, it's gone,
Then all that is left is the memory,
The future is coming……………….it's gone!
From my recently published book; 'By The Way...' By Derek A. Sim
poem by Derek. A. Sim
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A special child is a special One
thank you for giving me the light in this world...... when
you shared to me the life, that the Lord bestowed and
blessed, you deserve that gift, to have a special one
thank you for the fruit of love..... your lives fulfill the
purpose of creation, your unending steadfast care lifts
me up to survive, amidst the uncertainty of life
thank you for being there..... when I needed you most,
you are always in my side, pushing me to face all
adversity, though I exist with no fear in my heart
thank you that you let me taste and experience..... what
is life with you, our memories always linger in my heart,
even though that meaningful happiness is off valued and
something special to me
thank you dear someone..... your presence is giving
me the strength to stay alive, this is the life I live, my world
is different from you, and I have to stay in order to live and
survive
thank you for accepting and letting me go..... beyond your
limit for you don't know where I will go, this dream that I
take is only, me can reach, a place where nobody knows
thank you for helping and making me to achieve, with my
own volition to know more of myself..... hoping the best of
everything on me, and believing that I might see the
meaning of my existence for the destiny I made is the
destiny I live.....this maybe the end of why, I am living in
this world with you dear someone
thank you that in my journey in this life..... you are with me
surfing every pieces of puzzle of who am I in this creation,
a creation that everyone is free, a creation that I am a part
and I exist, a destiny to move on and a place I live today
thank you..... for believing me even in your heart, thou you
didn't see what........ I believed, just always remember that
the life I share in every moment I've take. lives with you
forever and it is beyond your own imagination for the
world I live..... lives.....only in every man's heart that is free
' do not see them as how they think and look, but see
them as what you feel '
poem by Antonio Liao
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Not Minding
not minding but letting
the little grow
to be himself a man
of his own making
without
the intervention of
anger
and insult, you find
nature's laziness
complacency and
carelessness merely
seeing but not doing
sitting around things
that the little boy could
have changed early
letting him see the
world unfold before
his eyes
until he becomes a
man
shaped by his own
version of the world
nothing about codes
and behavioral norms
then you set him free
telling yourself
i am so sorry for you
now you are on
your own
clean your own
mess
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poem In The Making
What if we were sainted beings emmbedded in disguise?
sent to this celestrial orb to show our devine prize
and as we go through hustle-flow a story takes a ride
these words we speak are flowers, just waiting to unfold
some so brightly versed, words so strongly told
What if we are all apart of this? A universal poem
each one has a say, each one here to play
And so then behold!
Life be a timeless poem, and we - jointly authors
our verses do intersect to tell which way to go
poem by Godfrey Morris
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A Poet Tried To Shackle My Words
A poet tried to shackle my words,
as if from every poem
the message was stripped,
as if nowhere there was any mastery
of rhythm and sound to be found
as if I had sold my soul
to masses of people reading my verses,
as if I live in disrespect
to the expertise that a great poet
displays in his work
as if every line of mine
was just a wild cacophony
that I had flung together
in a utter hurry
to shower down on crowds of people.
Yet I while I swam against a tempest sea,
sticking to the truth and integrity,
trying to find answers to life’s mysteries
and problems
trying to expose injustice and oppression
there was boasting about a elitis clique
that totally excludes me
but they were going along the path
of political correctness and maybe indifference,
being far too scared to ruffle some feathers,
writing verses sixty times over and over
before they were becoming poems somehow,
before their words were catching some magic
believing that a great poem,
is like a jigsaw puzzle,
that you have got to unravel
with a dictionary,
where simple words can fuse together
with a own type of magic,
lacking in the ability
to find poetry in ordinary things,
to create poetry in lines
that by themselves fuses together
to create something great
but my words kept on coming,
falling into lines,
as if designed by a divine presence
and by themselves fused
into much deeper meaning
than I could find with my own abilities.
poem by Gert Strydom
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He's A Man of His Word
He contemplates life
In general who people are
Or what things are
What is it all about?
He likes to learn
From those of us
With knowledge
Of the here and now
And of the past
He taps away
At his keyboard
As he reads
As he writes
And discovered
To his knowledge
That it helps him
To be a better man
His words are immaculate
Even words I've never heard
But when he writes his poetry
It has meaning to each word
The man is so humble
On what he writes
On what he feels
And on how he preserves others
And their words
I bow to thee Kevin Patrick
Who is a man?
Of his every word
poem by Kaila George
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A Knowledge empowers
Knowledge is considered as second birth
There are very talented persons and no dearth
It is honorable to feel and live on earth
You will be remembered for ever till or after death
It makes you to feel form inside
Your area of thrust extends very wide
It has no limit or any boundary
You are respected abroad and in your country
Certainly it is God gift and is known from inception
It can not be had by copying or from adoption
One has to strive very hard with all the open options
There is no other way open and is ruled out of questions
Not necessarily a person has to be kind and gentleman
He can be cruel, drunken or with any other quality but not as layman
It is definite knowledge that takes him to the logical end
He has the ability to win over foes or friends
Knowledge is not something to be propagated or shown in public
There is nothing special to be reflected or advanced as logic
It is felt in day to day performance or on each known movement
It is considered as unique occasion and pride moment
It makes man or woman reasonable with approach
They are gifted with humor and simplicity as such
They re compared to as that of laden tree with fruits
When really taken into use, it usually tests sweet
It is natural quality that comes to the fore
The flowers may be liked as before
No need to appreciate or praise therefore
It is going to last permanent and forever
It can influence vast majority of people
The powerful media or propaganda may not be able
To cut across the barrier and influence the opinion
It is one of the strongest links to form the union
Not all type of intelligence may work
Not all the fire may ignite or cause spark
It will be proper harnessing and capitalization
That the energy may be brought into use for any organization
If that has been used for destructive purpose
For a brief moment it may bring all glory and roses
It may find quick disappearance and get disposed
The question on its proper utility is never posed
Let it remain where it is supposed to be
Let whole mass avail it feel very free
It may be then understood that the knowledge is power
Dark clouds with enough rain then may shower
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Beginning
tainted
has our love gone cold
in a place that's bitter and broken
we tasted of a world unknown
surely there must be something better
something forever
hello
from the world below
I'm watching the sun burning
as the road is slowly turning
well I know
that in letting go
I'm learning how to live
through a life I have to give
walking
past the city lights
silence can be so disturbing
you'll find me standing in the night
the stars never seem so unending
so unending
hello
from the world below
while I'm watching the sun burning
as the road is slowly turning
well I know
that in letting go
I'm learning how to live
through a life I have to give
but we painted
_ everything
without there remains our
shadows and the stones
tell me
where did we go wrong
can we just move on
hello
from the world below
while I'm watching the sun burning
as the road is slowly turning
when I know
that in letting go
I'm learning how to live
through a life I have to give
hello
to the world below
while I'm watching the world spinning
this night seems so unending
well I'll follow
to a place I know
that's only the beginning
start over after ending
song performed by by Lifehouse from Stanley Climbfall
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The Most Sought After Thing
What is that one thing which we all crave or want the most of in life?
is it wealth, health, fame, knowledge, love, a perfect husband or wife?
Or is it in fact a combination of all these things and yet even so much more?
something, perhaps that is everlasting, once gained can never be lost at all?
If such a thing did exist then could it be acquired or had?
and if so how could one have it and do good instead of bad?
Where would such a thing be found or come from or who be the giver thereof?
Could it be made available to all at any time when there was a genuine need of?
Is it a state of divinity the source of infinite power, knowledge and bliss
that each and every one can attain being their birthright but only dismiss?
It just so happens that all the true religions of the world seem to point in that direction
calling it specifically by a different name while having the same underlying conception.
An ultimate realised state of immortality without any restriction of time or space
transcending body, mind and individuality; every subtle and phenomenal place.
Not subject to any change or decay, though embracing all within itself seeing
and as one without any second, immaculate and complete, an unlimited being.
A supreme unique state of freedom and really the most sought after thing,
a plane of being of pure wisdom which in its wake all the above does bring.
That one victory of all victories which wins yourself and your true Selfhood
the real purpose and meaning of all life culminating in Universal Godhood.
There have been many in the past and even in the present who have gained this state
although it's virtually impossible to attain on one's own without being their good mate.
So dedicate yourself for the goal with love to gain their divine favour or benevolent grace
by a pure mind and heart seek their company letting one of them guide you to That Place.
poem by George Krokos
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