Dismantled
Dismantled.
Out of rhythm is this dance.
An unweaving begins it's shreading,
From the seams.
Dismantling begun is being successfully done.
Accustomed to point fingers.
On distant shores...
Everyone!
Identifying trespassers...
When our ancestors were the first ones!
Aboard ships,
Making slave trade trips.
Insisting others to drift seas to come.
Dismantled.
Standards antiqued!
Kept with the thoughts of the past,
To keep!
Outdated concepts show rust and leaks.
Satisfaction from these days,
Have long faded from craving!
See this structured way of life...
Squeezing every bit of human rights,
With a taste of bitterness,
Inviting united global fights!
And losing sight of peace...
In conflicts without ceasing.
As together we come,
Unto one heap to burn...
Dismantled.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Shall Speak Of Light And Love…
I shall speak of Light and Love;
When human consciousness awakens
When man’s inner darkness illumines
When injustices are remedied and forgiven
When truth triumphs over lies
When brother stops killing brother
When Mothers ‘n children no longer feel pangs of hunger
When global elite concede the rights of all human kind
When the last weapon of war is dismantled
When peace everlasting replaces war
When the beauty ‘n bounty of Mother Earth is restored
When God is welcomed once again in houses of worship
When Man finds God within himself…
Then, I shall then speak of Light and Love
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Had the United States not acted in Iraq, Libyan leader Muammar Qadhafi would likely not have declared his weapons programs, submitted to international inspections and voluntarily dismantled its programs.
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None of us condone terrorism in any way, shape, or form, and I believe Hezbollah is a terrorist organization that was, is, and remains a threat to peace in the Mideast, and must be dismantled and disarmed.
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If man (Adam) had not been exiled from Paradise, would Hell have been dismantled?
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There's a lot of Americans, black and white, who think that we've arrived where we need to be and nothing else needs to be done and affirmative action needs to be dismantled.
Whoever places his trust into a system will soon be without a home. While you are building your third story, the two lower ones have already been dismantled.
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Senses
The words were broken into sounds
And the time was cracked in seconds.
The seconds were dismantled slowly.
I grasped my love and I laid it in remembrance,
I grasped my remembrance and I laid it in grievance,
I grasped my grievance and I laid it in reason,
I grasped my reason and I laid it in self,
I grasped myself and I stepped into the light,
I grasped the light and I laid it over the candle wax.
The candle dropped the light.
In the light, the sense of life became clear.
I grasped the sense of life and I laid it over the sense of death.
In this sense of life and death you laid
The seconds, which were dismantled.
They melted in pieces of eternity.
I took those pieces and I gave them to The Lord.
I gave love your name.
I grasped my love and I laid it in remembrance
And I heard the empty bell ringing in the sky.
The bell would ring for someone else,
But I remembered you
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Americans need to understand the significance of having their civil liberties dismantled. It doesn't just affect terrorists and foreigners, it affects us all.
quote by Bianca Jagger
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The Soldier Fights
the soldier fights for the hippys rights to protest against that soldier
the soldier fights for the politions rights to send that soldier to war
the soldier fights for buisness mans rights to make money
the soldier fights for the policemans rights to arrest that soldier
the soldier fights for school kids right to know about past soldiers
the soldier fights to so that you may all sleep at night
the soldier fights for religion so that you may all belive what you wish
And yet the soldier fights on
the soldier fights for his flag, for his country, for his life
Yours!
Before you get a housemate,
To double up.
To pay the expenses made,
That double without inviting trouble.
Think about,
Your peace of mind.
Think about...
Losing quality time,
Most times found alone...
When one is accustomed to it like that.
Before you get a housemate,
To double up.
To pay the expenses made,
That double without inviting trouble.
Would the space to be shared,
Be worth the loss of fresh air...
For a few more cents to spend senselessly.
Just to keep a lifestyle pretended.
That may invite friction not intended.
Think about,
Your peace of mind.
Think about...
Losing quality time,
Most times found alone...
When one...
That would be 'you'
Is accustomed to it like that.
With a wish to be able to keep it like it is.
Without self inflicting unwanted agony?
Or...
One,
Still 'you'...
Can choose to unload what was.
And move on to keep a mind at rest,
Untested for many happy tomorrows to come.
Think about,
Your peace of mind.
Think about...
Losing quality time,
Most times found alone...
When one...
That would be 'you'
Is accustomed to it like that.
Keeping your peace kept intact exactly the way it is.
YOURS!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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By The Seaside : The Fire Of Driftwood
We sat within the farm-house old,
Whose windows, looking o'er the bay,
Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold,
An easy entrance, night and day.
Not far away we saw the port,
The strange, old-fashioned, silent town,
The lighthouse, the dismantled fort,
The wooden houses, quaint and brown.
We sat and talked until the night,
Descending, filled the little room;
Our faces faded from the sight,
Our voices only broke the gloom.
We spake of many a vanished scene,
Of what we once had thought and said,
Of what had been, and might have been,
And who was changed, and who was dead;
And all that fills the hearts of friends,
When first they feel, with secret pain,
Their lives thenceforth have separate ends,
And never can be one again;
The first slight swerving of the heart,
That words are powerless to express,
And leave it still unsaid in part,
Or say it in too great excess.
The very tones in which we spake
Had something strange, I could but mark;
The leaves of memory seemed to make
A mournful rustling in the dark.
Oft died the words upon our lips,
As suddenly, from out the fire
Built of the wreck of stranded ships,
The flames would leap and then expire.
And, as their splendor flashed and failed,
We thought of wrecks upon the main,
Of ships dismasted, that were hailed
And sent no answer back again.
The windows, rattling in their frames,
The ocean, roaring up the beach,
The gusty blast, the bickering flames,
All mingled vaguely in our speech;
Until they made themselves a part
Of fancies floating through the brain,
The long-lost ventures of the heart,
That send no answers back again.
O flames that glowed! O hearts that yearned!
They were indeed too much akin,
The drift-wood fire without that burned,
The thoughts that burned and glowed within.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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No need of any remorse
I took some notes that will be thrown soon.
I got some arts that be discarded soon.
I built friendships to be dismantled soon.
I saved mementos to be cast into bin.
I myself am born to be taken soon.
Why must I build up memories?
08.11.2004
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Fire of Drift-wood
DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR MARBLEHEAD.
We sat within the farm-house old,
Whose windows, looking o'er the bay,
Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold,
An easy entrance, night and day.
Not far away we saw the port,
The strange, old-fashioned, silent town,
The lighthouse, the dismantled fort,
The wooden houses, quaint and brown.
We sat and talked until the night,
Descending, filled the little room;
Our faces faded from the sight,
Our voices only broke the gloom.
We spake of many a vanished scene,
Of what we once had thought and said,
Of what had been, and might have been,
And who was changed, and who was dead;
And all that fills the hearts of friends,
When first they feel, with secret pain,
Their lives thenceforth have separate ends,
And never can be one again;
The first slight swerving of the heart,
That words are powerless to express,
And leave it still unsaid in part,
Or say it in too great excess.
The very tones in which we spake
Had something strange, I could but mark;
The leaves of memory seemed to make
A mournful rustling in the dark.
Oft died the words upon our lips,
As suddenly, from out the fire
Built of the wreck of stranded ships,
The flames would leap and then expire.
And, as their splendor flashed and failed,
We thought of wrecks upon the main,
Of ships dismasted, that were hailed
And sent no answer back again.
The windows, rattling in their frames,
The ocean, roaring up the beach,
The gusty blast, the bickering flames,
All mingled vaguely in our speech;
Until they made themselves a part
Of fancies floating through the brain,
The long-lost ventures of the heart,
That send no answers back again.
O flames that glowed! O hearts that yearned!
They were indeed too much akin,
The drift-wood fire without that burned,
The thoughts that burned and glowed within.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Pity, We Were A Good Invention
They amputated
Your thighs from my waist.
For me they are always
Surgeons. All of them.
They dismantled us
One from another. For me they are engineers.
Pity, We were a good and loving
Invention: an airplane made of man and woman,
Wings and all:
We soared a bit from the earth,
We flew a bit.
poem by Yehuda Amichai
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Jones The Rhythm
Rhythm is both the songs manical and its demoinc charge.
It is the original breath , it is the whisper of unremitting demand.
What do you still want to be said of the singer?
What do you think you can still draw from my lips?
Exact presence that no fantasy can represent.
Purveyor of the old secret, alive with the blood that boils again,
And is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart.
How your singers blood is incensed at the depth of sound.
Lacerations echo in the mouths open erotic sky where dance together,
The lost trenches of rythm and an imploring immobility...
Ladies and gentlemen...miss grace jones...jones the rhythm.
Slave!!
Slave to the rhythm, dance to the rhythm,
Axe to wood in ancient times, man machine production line,
The fire burns, with heart beats strong,
Sing out loud, the chaing gang song.
Never stop the action, keep it up, keep it up,
Never stop the action, keep it up, keep it up.
Slave to the rhythm, dance to the rhythm,
The rhythm...master...master.
Never stop the action, keep it up,
Never stop the action, keep it up, keep it up.
Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm,
Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm.
Slave to the rhythm,
Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm,
Slave to the rhythm, work...to the rhythm,
To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm.
Slave, slave,
To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm.
*grace: oh thats weird [laughs].*
*interviewer: grace jones, welcome.*
*grace: thank you paul [laughs], if youre wondering whats wrong with my voice I just choked on my saliva...so...[laughs].*
*interviewer: now obviously, youre in the bond movie...*
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Slave To The Rhythm
Work all day, as men who know,
Wheels must turn to keep, to keep the flow,
Build on up, dont break the chain,
Sparks will fly, when the whistle blows,
Never stop the action,
Keep it up, keep it up,
Work to the rhythm,
Live to the rhythm,
Love to the rhythm,
Slave to the rhythm,
Axe to wood, in ancient time,
Man machine, power line,
Fires burn, heart beats strong,
Sing out loud, the chain gang song,
Never stop the action,
Keep it up, keep it up,
Breath to the rhythm,
Dance to the rhythm,
Work to the rhythm,
Live to the rhythm,
Love to the rhythm,
Slave to the rhythm.
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Kilimanjaro
KILIMANJARO
Kilimanjaro
Only supporting post of Tanzania
Found in Tanzania
Strongest bridge of Africa to Heaven
Eyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
An extension worker of GOD
Doing development with the people
Building self reliance
Coordinator of Natural peace and justice
Kiboooo The senator
Immediate solutions for these confusions are needed
Verbal wars amongst leaders
Conflicts and wars in Africa
Poverty and HIV/AIDS in Malawi
Tanzania and entire Africa obey and respect you
For your highest peak is covered by clouds
Kilima the mountain
You remind me of something
You remind me of Zimbabwe
Stone house built without mortar by strong men of Zimbabwe
You remind me of pyramids in Egypt
Designed and constructed by Egyptian engineers
Kilima the mountain-Njaro the whiteness
You remind me of Nelson Mandela
Living testimony of this generation and generations to come
Kilimanjaro you are the white mountain in the world
Freedom comes from the spotted rocks seen on your snowfields
You remind me of Natural Resources
The most beautiful compass inna de warm heart of Africa
You are the leg of GOD IN Africa
Kicking out enemies of Africa
African continent is dismantled like a treadle pump
Lest any root of bitterness many may become defiled
I know you are not a profane but the blessed
That you can fight against all these neo-colonialism
For you are an extension worker of God
You have power to restore human rights
Because the bright day of Africa is in the hands of young Africans
And the bright day of the whole world is in the hands of young wise ghetto boyz
poem by Pitilosi Mdala
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A Pity. We Were Such a Good Invention
They amputated
Your thighs off my hips.
As far as I'm concerned
They are all surgeons. All of them.
They dismantled us
Each from the other.
As far as I'm concerned
They are all engineers. All of them.
A pity. We were such a good
And loving invention.
An aeroplane made from a man and wife.
Wings and everything.
We hovered a little above the earth.
We even flew a little.
poem by Yehuda Amichai
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Just dance
Burning desire
Just dance
A need so intense
Words cannot describe
Just dance
Clenched muscles tighten
As I reach a new high
Just dance
Craving more
Wanting something far more than this
Just dance
Burning desire
Wanting something more
Craving this new sensation
Just dance
The music sweeps away all thought
The pounding rhythm controls my body
Just dance
Foreign tongues call out to me
Distant and strange even as they are familiar
Just dance
Nothing left to do
But given into these sensations
Just dance
No time left for thought
All that's left for me to do is
Just dance
poem by DiAnne Douglass
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part II: To Juliet: XL
THE SAME CONTINUED
'Tis strange we are thus parted, not by death
Or man's device, but by our own mad will,
We who have stood together on life's path
Through half a youth of good repute and ill,
Friends more than lovers. See, Love's citadel
We held so stoutly 'gainst a world in arms
Lies all dismantled now, a sight to fill
The Earth with lamentations and alarms.
Whose was the fault? I dare not ask nor say.
If there was treachery, 'tis best untold.
The price of treason we receive to--day
Is paid to both of us in evil gold.
Ay, take thy bitter freedom. 'Tis the fee
Of love betrayed and faith's apostasy.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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