Check, double check and discard for friend Thad
You can prove statistically.
The truth of things which cannot be
proven empirically.
Manipulating carefully
the figures which do not agree.
You seem to prove apparently.
The truth of facts which are untrue.
That is what fanatics do
in their attempts to persuade you.
You must adopt their point of view
but you are foolish if you do.
What can be proved statistically
To me lacks credibility
and can be disproved easily.
Examined analytically
as all statistics ought to be.
15-Aug-08
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It could be for C.P Sharma
We search for truth but would we know
if our quest met with success
Perhaps truth changes as we grow.
We can’t be sure so we must guess.
Maybe there is no absolute
unchanging truth that’s permanent.
So we adopt beliefs to suit
whatever seems convenient
That’s fits in with what we think we know.
Because we fail to recognise
What we’ve been taught my not be so.
Though in due course we realise.
The quest fir truth which we pursue
would seem to be man’s destiny.
Its something we were born to do.
To search for truth continually
Although it seems illogical
I offer you this theory
The truth is something personal.
My truth only applies to me.
Your truth is only true for you.
It’s just another theory
I have no way to prove it true.
although it could be possibly.
26/04/2009
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Statistically Speaking
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
From the viewpoint of a human being...
I detect us humans,
Are the least important things,
On this Earth.
And the water, grass and trees...
Are the 'real' things,
Mother Nature wishes more to treat!
I perceive our existence here,
Is not so high on the list.
Since we are an experiment.
Even though we choose to think of ourselves,
As the center of the universe.
And here to live in a permanence!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
We leech and feed,
Off what nature offers.
We know nothing but conflict!
And this chaos we foster.
There are laws created to discriminate.
Yet we discuss things loved...
And show how much we despise and hate.
We infiltrate and pillage,
Lands where others live.
We take without thought.
Causing blood to shed.
And worship heartache.
As we lay alone sleepless in our beds!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
With faith we fake brotherhood!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Believing prayer delivers escape!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
And cry like spoiled children!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
With no guilt of remorse to eliminate...
The taste of life,
Made of just frosted cake!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
We treat ourselves and others like sheep!
To fleece the wool.
Because we're full of bull!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
We take without thought.
Causing blood to shed.
And worship heartache.
As we lay alone,
Sleepless in our beds!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Yes!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Yes!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Yes!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom,
Statistically speaking.
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Complex, statistically improbable things are by their nature more difficult to explain than simple, statistically probable things.
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There's a tremendous popular fallacy which holds that significant research can be carried out by trying things. Actually it is easy to show that in general no significant problem can be solved empirically, except for accidents so rare as to be statistically unimportant. One of my jests is to say that we work empirically — we use bull's eye empiricism. We try everything, but we try the right thing first!
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Past and Present.
The truth is written in the rocks.
The Fossil Record does not lie.
Although it’s true it sometimes shocks.
We must accept new rules apply.
The facts we once believed were true
are proven false by further proof
that’s been unearthed. Something new
which takes us closer to the truth.
The truth is what we seek to find.
Try to take an unbiased view.
Attempt to keep an open mind
It’s something that we have to do.
There are still answers to be found
by accident deep underground.
Tuesday,11 May 2010.
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A passing thought.
An optimistic pessimist.
An oxymoron without doubt
and yet such crazy thoughts persist.
Something for me to think about.
As I consider carefully.
A pessimist who hopes he’s right
is thinking optimistically.
Though what that proves I do not know.
Except I think it could be so.
Though everybody won’t agree.
Thursday,21 January 2010.
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The birth of poetry for M lady Mary Gordley
The birth of poetry.
Before the advent of the written word.
When all knowledge was passed on orally.
then history relied on memory.
Men had to memorise all that they heard
Perhaps this was the birth of poetry.
The tribal elders found they could recall
in simple rhyming verses best of all.
Easily committed to memory.
Long, long before recorded history.
The elders chose and trained one man to be
The current guardian of their legacy
of knowledge they had garnered carefully.
When all knowledge was passed on orally
Then history relied on memory
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I could prove God statistically.
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Sunday morning Pests.
Two thousand years or so ago.
Three criminals were crucified.
And yet today we claim we know
One was the son of God and died.
We cannot prove that this true
there’s very little evidence.
But we are still expected to
give these stories full credence.
By word of mouth they were passed down.
Translated from old Aramaic.
They came from sources now unknown
Could they free from all mistake.
When they written finally
Although no doubt with good intent
Were they translated properly
or were they changed by accident.
By accident or purposely.
Perhaps a mixture of the two
To claim divine authority.
To me it simply will not do.
To tell me that I must believe.
What may or may not be true.
Is something which you won’t achieve.
There’s very little you can do.
I can’t accept on faith alone.
Until you can prove the things you teach.
are truths that stand up on their own.
Consider me beyond your reach.
Christianity could very easily
have flourished for a while and died.
It owes its popularity.
To information men supplied.
Who had some private axe to grind
Men who stood to benefit.
Perhaps you think I am unkind
that I can’t prove a word of it
I can’t deny that it is so
I don’t expect you to agree.
But I believe you do not know
The whole truth any more than me.
I can respect what that you believe
I do not find it difficult
But I’m not willing to receive
Indoctrination by some cult.
So please don’t knock upon my door
Attempting to convert me to your view
Because I’ve heard it all before
and I’ve got better things to do.
Than listen to the likes of you.
02/09/2009
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Faith the Facts
Search out all things of good report.
Consider each one carefully,
things are not always as you thought.
As you will find most probably.
What you were taught to be the truth
is very often far from true.
Lessons taught you in your youth
by those you thought knew more than you.
As you mature you learn to see.
They taught you their own biased view
Which you examine critically
And then discard most as untrue.
Your old beliefs grow obsolete.
Examine all the evidence
New facts emerge though incomplete,
you then accept what makes most sense.
What you were taught no longer true.
You can’t rely on faith alone.
Although the clergy urge you to
Because too much remains unknown
Wednesday,25 November 2009
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Either or: both can't be true fpr Joe Poewhit
No one canprove that God exists.
No one can prove that God does not
and yet the arguments persists.
I do not know which view is true.
Nobody does apparently.
What you believe is true for you.
What I believe is true for me.
I think the evidence suggests
we should agree to disagree.
Accept the possibility
that either viewpoint could be true.
God could be fact or fantasy.
Why should we argue fruitlessly.
An argument no one can win.
God must remain a mystery,
Tuesday,22 December 2009
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Blinded by Bias.
.
Most scientists hypothesise.
Then try to prove their theories
Dame nature cuts them down to size.
Producing further mysteries.
Results they cannot replicate
although they try their very best
It seems they don’t appreciate.
There is no scientific test.
Which proves or disproves E.S.P.
They disregard the evidence
that conflicts with their theory.
They conclude it makes no sense.
Because their methodology
lacks any credibility.
Sunday,30 January 2011
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Self Opinion
At dawn, the rising of the sun
alerts the cockerel to crow.
Although in his opinion
The cock doth cause the sun to glow.
And there are many little men.
Who like the cockerel will crow
to prove their worth again, again.
I wonder was it always so.
I feel no need to brag and boast.
I am content to simply be.
My own opinion uppermost
Lacks not for credibility.
At least not in my own eyes
though others may think otherwise.
04/07/2009
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Wiggle Giggle for M' lady Lucia
Some women wiggle as they walk
as a pretty woman should.
But others jiggle as they stalk.
It’s not a very pleasant view.
If you are looking from the rear
To see a fat posterior
that’s larger than it ought to be
Still it’s something you often see
A womans wiggle’s wonderful
I think it’s really beautiful
but then I am a connoisseur
of Lady’s pretty derrieres
A wise girl pays attention to
what she looks like from the rear view.
9-Jul-08
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I could prove God statistically. Take the human body alone - the chances that all the functions of an individual would just happen is a statistical monstrosity.
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Stupidity.
Stupidity.
We celebrate our dead heroes.
Their white headstones arranged in rows.
To mark where soldiers bodies lie.
They are no longer friends and foes
War cemeteries are tended well
in honour of the men who fell
It is the least that we can do
for men who died by shot and shell.
Each single death a tragedy,
each one recorded carefully.
To satisfy the bureaucrats
who collate deaths statistically.
I wonder why we cannot see.
That death alone claims victory.
Each new war adds to the score
of people dying uselessly.
Though we remember them with pride.
The countless men who sadly died.
Each thinking that their cause was just.
Involuntary suicide.
We celebrate our dead heroes
with white headstones arranged in rows.
Yet we still send young men to die
And always will do I suppose.
We do not learn from history
For no good reason I can see.
That wars prove nothing in the end
Except how stupid we can be.
Wednesday,30 December 2009
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Blind faith is not enough.
When I survey the sacred texts
and holy books of warring sects.
I must conclude they have been changed
edited and rearranged.
So that the truth they once contained
has been lost or so constrained
Although they claim to be the truth
there’s insufficient proof.
To say that this or that is true.
However much we may want to.
Some facts are true but well concealed
By churches who refuse to yield.
To share what knowledge they possess.
The truth it seems matters far less
than maintaining the status quo.
They are afraid and rightly so.
If it were proved they had repressed
the truth in their own interest,
to bolster their authority.
They’d lose all credibility.
The myths and legends may be true
I don’t believe, though some may do.
The powers that be still conceal
the evidence that could reveal.
The records have been tampered with.
What we are taught is mainly myth,
which has been altered frequently.
To suit the reigning powers that be.
To consolidate their control
Retaining power their only goal.
To dominate their fellow men
They twist the truth time and again..
Some few achieve epiphany.
They see with crystal clarity.
That God resides within us all
and he will answer if we call.
What need have we of clergymen
and their views of hell and heaven.
For answers you must look inside
To find the truth they seek to hide.
Sunday,20 June 2010
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Truth or Truths? for M' lady Amber
What is the truth? No man can say
Each sees it in a different way.
My truth may not be true for you
Yours may differ from mine too
Although we say we want to know
I wonder do we really though
I think it is quite evident,
The truth is inconvenient.
If hearts were pure we could be sure.
One simple truth might well endure.
But we prefer half truths and lies.
Perhaps because we realise.
If we embraced truth honestly
It would curtail our liberty.
11-Nov-08
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Catapathy for M lady Tara
My cat is curled up fast asleep
or so it seems apparently
But now and then she sneaks a peep.
She likes to keep an eye on me
She thinks it’s nearly time for tea
And she would hate to miss a meal.
That would be a catastrophe
Against which there is no appeal.
She knows I know she knows
It’s almost time that she was fed.
I’ll have to feed her suppose.
She projects thoughts into my head
You must not sit and watch T.V
you know quite well it’s time for tea.
7-Jan-0
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Contentment for M'lady C.T.Heart
How do you measure happiness?
Is it a question of degree?
A measurement of more or less
discontent to ecstasy.
Is it enough to be content?
I think for most that must be true.
Although sometimes by accident
you are allowed a different view.
One moment of pure ecstasy.
You know you are connected to
Everything: An epiphany
which makes you change your world view.
I think perhaps to be content
for me is quite sufficient.
21-Jul-08
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