Division Dens
Living in division dens,
Picking through assorted mints.
Listening to urban music,
And amused by petty arguments.
How blissfully sweet,
This mixed menagerie lifts...
And greets from the streets.
I could not live in suburbia,
The silence of the sameness
Would distract.
And from that my nerves would be disturbed
Living in division dens,
Stacked in concrete...
From several stories of five.
With paths connecting others scattered,
To heights of more than ten!
And within them lives,
A collective eclected excitement of life.
From terraces this is shared.
Or one may choose to sit and breathe alone,
Knowing a world with this blend is out there.
Sparing one of total isolation.
Although inside these division dens,
A sense of freeing needed comes now and then.
And that pleases with an ease.
And yet connects,
In a separation accepted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Saying the unspeakable
Such as President Obama
may not say it; but I
who am nobody, may speak it:
the God of many names and One
does not wish division;
you and I (there are no others?)
do not wish division;
who makes division?
Why do all seek an ‘enemy’?
The dispossessed invent an enemy
on whom to blame their plight;
the rich invent an enemy
to excuse their greed;
those who worship God under one name
make enemy of those who worship God
under another name;
even those who worship God under the same name
make sects in order to invent an enemy;
is it because it is easier
to make an enemy than a friend?
is it easier to fear
than to love?
is it easier to hate
than to love?
is it easier to count to two
than think of three or one?
do we feel more powerful
if we have an enemy?
and now we fire at enemies
invisible beyond the horizon..
are enemies more attractive
to our life than friends?
Tell me, poets, tell me, sages;
tell me, saints; oh tell me God;
tell me, arithmeticians:
when division multiplies
our enemies, why do we
so love division?
The God of many names and One
makes division in Himself
with love and without hate;
you and I (there are no others?)
love each other all the more
in the sameness of our differences;
does human kind
now hate itself so much?
who thinks division, loves division?
makes an enemy of otherness?
forgets that God is One?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Sonnet ved Fyrstinde Borgheses og hendes tre Børns Død
En Paradisets Blomst af Troen bragt
Til Temsens Bred og plantet der i Solen
Skjød herligt frem. Dens Duft, dens Yndes Magt
Dens Glands, sligt findes ei hos Vaarviolen.
Men Kjærligheden planted' Blomsten om
Den Blomst, som gjorte alle Hjerter glade,
Den plantedes ved Tiberen i Rom,
En himmelsk Duft gik fra dens rene Blade.
Og Duften steeg —; vi hørte Engle sige:
„Den Blomst er ei for noget jordisk Sted,
I Lysets Have blomstrer kun dens Lige!"
En Engel saae vi da til Jorden stige,
Og rive Blomsten op: tre Skud gik med,
Tre unge Skud — de groe nu i Guds Rige.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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They Live In Division
People of ignorance take no time to learn,
But rush to judgement to incite a fighting done...
Dawn after dawn and after many midnights.
They live in division.
People.
People of ignorance initiate hate.
With a wasting of time to find themselves,
Replaced.
By the acts of Mother Nature.
And the reality of this no one claims is faked.
Then people in this condition expect overnight,
Their self-centered appetites...
To be restored as they would like.
Even when the winds have broken tree limbs.
They live in division.
Even when God wants division to end,
They live in division.
People...
To even ignore every message sent,
They live in division.
People...
Stuck in ruts like nuts cracked up,
They live in division.
People...
Even when the winds have broken tree limbs.
They live in division.
People of ignorance initiate hate.
With a wasting of time to find themselves,
Replaced.
By the acts of Mother Nature.
And the reality of this no one claims is faked.
But...
Even when the winds have broken tree limbs.
They live in division.
People...
To even ignore every message sent,
They live in division.
People...
Stuck in ruts like nuts cracked up,
They live in division.
People...
Stuck in ruts like nuts cracked up,
They live in division.
People...
They live in division.
People...
They live in division.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If There Is Division
If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!
A unity of what?
Collective respect?
A diversity realized...
Should have that in perspective.
A unity of color?
To accomplish what with each other?
To make the same claims...
That no one lives up,
To a common name?
Or those with divergent purposes,
Should come together
And be entertained?
Or remain as crabs in a barrel?
So everyone will see to it...
No one makes any gains?
If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!
Those who have insecurities.
And believe they should be shared by all.
To continue to stall a growth process...
Those professing unity,
Can further dissect...
To feel this done as an acceptance.
And to keep those with identities,
Fearing to accomplish...
Individual opportunities.
That a collectiveness would not embrace.
Because a familiarized ignorance,
Has been replaced!
If there is division...
It has been envisioned,
By those who call for unity!
Those who seek support...
For purposes to abort any gain!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Division Day
Tuning - cgcfad or d(drop c)
Listen to the cd for correct timings
The solo is from the chords, nothing out of key
So just improvise in there and Ill get to the solo
Later.
Intro right before verse 1
D------------|-------------------------|
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C---5-5-5-5--|--5-5-5-5---1-/-5--------|
G---3-3-3-3--|--3-3-3-3---3-/-3--------|
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C--5---5---5---5---5---5---5---5---3--3-|
G--3---3---3---3---3---3---3---3---3--3-|
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There was a grown man dying from fright
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So surprised at the things hed say
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With a giant fantasy life
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Running round on feet of clay
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Naked except for a per pet ual death
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That couldnt be stripped away
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And Im right to prove wrong
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It moved him along closer to division day
It just continues...
I spent a long time living with that
Never could give it a name
And when you dont know what youre looking at
Makes it much harder to tame
Mostly theyd meet when he was asleep and
Have some sick exchange
That struck him as wrong
And moved him along closer to division day
(solo)
I cant make an exception for a bad connection
That only goes one way
Sell out for a song where I dont belong
With you on division day
The moon stood up on the ridge
Looking down where the water shines
And a man looking over the bridge
Like hed done so many times
Thinking about how to stay out
Out of troubles way
Flying to fall away from you all
Its over division day
Beautiful division day
Jimy - [email protected] - icq:14267345 aol im: destroy333
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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One World We've Been Given
Oh no I just can't sit,
Without noticing it...
That division isn't hiding,
To disguise from eyes.
One world we've been given.
On one world we're all living.
So many seem committed to being misfits.
As we all forget...
Our lives here are limited.
So many seem committed to begin conflicts.
As we all forget...
No one lives without a gift.
As we all forget...
Destroying it no one exists.
As we all forget,
There is a risk of losing this...
One world we've been given.
On one world we're all living.
Oh no I just can't sit,
Without noticing it...
One world we've been given.
On one world we're all living.
And that division isn't hiding,
To disguise from eyes.
But just one world we've been given.
And on it we sit.
So many seem committed to being misfits.
As we all forget...
Our lives here are limited.
So many seem committed to begin conflicts.
As we all forget...
No one lives without a gift.
As we all forget...
Destroying it no one exists.
As we all forget,
There is a risk of losing this...
One world we've been given.
On one world we're all living.
As we all forget,
There is a risk of losing this...
One world we've been given.
On one world we're all living.
As we all forget,
There is a risk of losing this...
One world we've been given.
On one world we're all living.
As we all forget,
There is a risk of losing this...
One world we've been given.
On one world we're all living.
One world we've been given.
On one world we're all living.
One world!
We've been given.
One world!
We all live on one world.
One world!
One world!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Several Zones of Twilight
There are several minds within our own,
Connecting.
Several zones of twilight...
Intersecting.
And given depth and breath,
On a revolving cell in the Universe.
We have come to disregard,
As a nonliving Earth.
And so wrong from birth we've been taught.
It takes perception to accept this Oneness...
That is God.
The only division that conflicts with this,
Is the consciousness God has given 'man'.
And man has decided within his mind he is God!
A part...perhaps.
But only One God is the whole...
Of this 'cosmos' we are in!
Living and connecting,
Several zones of twilight intersecting us,
To give us breath to breathe...
To animate this reality of life!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Division
Some people have to work all day
just to make ends meet.
And some get to live a life we call
living on easy street.
Now these opposites will probably
never ever meet.
'Cause some live on big avenues,
the others on the street,
the street that has its houses
all lined up in a row,
hardly a space between them
where weeds in cracked cement grow.
They do not venture where
the flowers grow on avenues
to smell their glorious fragrances
or see their colorful views.
The separation between the two
is how the world proceeds,
some with all the comforts,
some with all the needs.
If this life we're living
had fairness in its heart
nowhere would you find on earth
such division tearing us apart.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I'm not going to worry about the Cure slipping down into the second division; it doesn't bother me because I never expected to be in the first division anyway.
quote by Robert Smith
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Puppeteered
Everything done they have introduced,
To exclude selected 'groups'...
To do what they choose.
But proven to be disqualified...
By those who chose to deny them their lives,
To live within the limits of division...
Without benefits,
Has advanced their own stagnated sighs.
And everything they have attempted to do,
To have themselves seen...
As the puller of strings,
Has left them to be the ones...
Puppeteered!
Manipulated into an isolation...
Where a sharing of protests,
Produces tears to manifest!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I much preferred the approach at the anarchist camp, with its shared tasks and collective responsibilities. Everyone played their part. There was no division between workers and consumers.
quote by John Blair
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There is only one nature - the division into science and engineering is a human imposition, not a natural one. Indeed, the division is a human failure it reflects our limited capacity to comprehend the whole.
~~~Why divide....? ? ? ? ~~~
Moon illuminates
World with silver rays
Make no division
Thatched roof or concrete roof tops
Rich or poor; strong or weak.
T ender breeze
Refreshes the earth
No divisions
Thatched huts or concrete palace
Sandy desert or rain forest
Soothing living being
No divisions!
Harmony of the wild
With trumpets of tuskers
Cuckoos; bells of deers
To the rhythm of
Gibbering monkeys & croaking frogs
Has no restrictions
Rich or poor
Strong or weak
Nature has no restriction; No divisions
Yet, human being’s towards divisions
Continue to divide, endless divisions
Colours, ethnicity, north or South
Developed- 3rd world
Even divide “God”
My god is not my rivals’
What a pity?
Trees produce oxygen
For all living being
We never breathe our own “oxygen”
Little realize I breathe what you exhale
Why we divide …
Why we hide …
The reality of life
Leaving the pride.
poem by Kolitha Lelwala
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Dear United States of America, So you think we're fighting prejudice?
Dear United States of America,
So you think we're fighting prejudice?
I don't deny that we are trying,
but we are failing miserabley.
Why do we make a Women's day but not a Men's day?
Why do we have African-American Scholarships and Hispanic Scholarships, but not White Scholarships?
Why do we call ourselves 'Americans' instead of United
Statesians when people in Brazil have the same right to use that term
as we do?
Why do we still use slurs like 'retarded' even though we know that people don't choose to be held back or mentally disabled?
Why do we call people 'dorks' even though there are countless stories of 'dorks' who kill themselves because they just can't take it anymore?
Why do we seek to fight division with division?
poem by Rossella Rossella
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The Caretaker of Unity
Things have changed?
I find that remarkable.
So much so...
That those responsible,
For the division inflicted years ago...
Are now claiming to be advocates,
For a much needed diversity.
And they 'selected' you to be who?
The 'Caretaker of Unity'?
Oh...
And this weekend,
They are coming in from suburbia...
To conduct their first seminar,
Based upon ethnic tolerance?
I do find that interesting!
But attending?
No!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Factor Favored And Embraced
Competition.
Division.
And the getting of attention,
For those deeds done that people do.
If those were not considered as attributes...
And removed from the mindsets,
As a conditioning process...
To make one feel accepted and approved,
There would be more of a collective effort made...
Towards those goals people say are to the benefit,
Of all mankind.
But as of today,
Immaturity is the factor favored and embraced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The world/Svijet
the world multiplied by division
the world multiplied by division
the world the world multiplied by
division multiplied the world
multiplied by division by division
the the world the world multiplied
by division the multiplied world
by division world multiplied by division
svijet dijeljenjem umnozen
svijet dijeljenjem umnozen
svijet svijet dijeljenjem umnozen svijet
dijeljenjem umnozen dijeljenjem um
svijet d svijet dijeljenjem umnozen
dijeljenjem svijet dijeljenjem umnozen
svijet dijeljenjem svijet
dijeljenjem umnozen umnozen
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Where Do We Go From Here
Standing above me
Is someone who wants to love me
Oh oh where do we go from here
Holding my life in your hands
I want to do what you command oh
Oh oh where do we go from here
Id never thought Id want you
As much as I do now
I never thought Id need you
As much as I do now
But I do now
My life was ending
But with you its just beginning
Oh oh where do we go from here
Oh oh everything seems so clear
Oh oh now that weve come this far
Where do we go from here
Ive made my decision
There will be no more division
Oh oh where do we go from here
Oh oh everything seems so clear
Oh oh now that weve come this far
Where do we go from here
Ive made my decision
There will be no more division
Oh oh where do we go from here
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Hytten
Hvor Bølgen høit mod Kysten slaaer,
En ganske lille Hytte staaer,
Men rundt om paa det hele Næs,
Man finder ei en Plet med Græs,
Kun Himmel, Hav og nøgent Sand
Omgiver Hyttens Drømmeland;
Der kan man Paradiset finde,
Thi Kjærligheden boer derinde.
Ei Sølv, ei Guld man finder der,
Men to, som har hinanden kjær,
See Kys og Smiil paa Læben leer,
Og Øiet dybt i Øiet seer;
De tale ei det mindste Ord,
Glemt er den hele, store Jord,
Med al dens Kamp, dens Fryd og Smerte,
Her svulmer Hjerte kun mod Hjerte.
poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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For a small child there is no division between playing and learning; between the things he or she does just for fun and things that are educational. The child learns while living and any part of living that is enjoyable is also play.
quote by Penelope Leach
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