False Information
Why are you dropping 'those' crumbs?
'Look behind us.
Thay have been following us for months.'
So why are you teasing them,
By doing that?
'I want them to believe,
They have pioneered this path.'
I know that.
You know that.
But they...
Have no clue.
'What do you think the others will say,
When we reach our destination? '
Nothing.
Probably give them false information,
To assist in re-writing their history.
'That's not funny.'
I find it hysterical.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My destination
My destination is life at the end of the line
My destination is graduation when it’s time
My destination is my diploma I bet I get mine
My destination is to stop with the lay back being cool
My destination is to reach to top of the school
When you reach the top I want you to look over and have in your hand a four leaf clover
As you step on the edge and start to look down turn around fall back make no sound
So the next destination you reach is the ground
poem by Jacob Valentine
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You March On
You, unknown traveller of untreaded path
march on, march on, march on
will reach your destination
one day
though far off
march on, march on, march on.
Look back, never, even by mistake
forget, never, the hardships you bore
guide, will be your past deeds of life,
full of pangs on the bed of stake
What holds destiny?
Not to worry?
............Just march on, march on, march on.
Adversities make you a fast learner
Desires are snakes, so be a shirker
search the deep sea to find a pearl
get to the shore, while facing the whirl
Think never to be feeble & meek
deliver everyone from the misdeeds
while truth you seek
clear all hurdles regaining your strength
you will reach the destination
march on...march on....march on.
Carve out your name on the horizon
as your stars are on the ascendant
work towards the goal night and day
be illuminated in such a way
sluggish should appear the milky way
You, unknown traveller of untreaded path
march on, march on, march on
will reach your destination
one day
though far off
march on, march on, march on.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Ain't It Funny
It was too early for a romance
And already I've received the criticism of the tongue
Not knowing of the true nature of our relationship
Instead it is based on assumption that we're an item
Friends, say that I am no good
And that you're wasting time with me
It'll never amount to what you desire
But that's not how I see things
Because I feel that your just a friend
And nothing else beyond that
People always talk about false information
Should I care what was said? Ain't it funny
Friends whisper unnessary things in your ear
Should I care what was shared? Ain't it funny
You seem somewhat affected, Don't let it get under your skin
You know of our history
Friends always seem to mention
the bad things that I do
When It's none of their business
Ain't it Funny
poem by Marcquiese Burrell
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Just One Of Those days
I'm so tired I dunno why..
I feel like I been working like a dog.
It's funny cus I haven't done
anything the whole day,
but sit lazily on this chair.
Its the weather, there's so much pressure
Its draggin me around
I really hate it.
September and April are the worst months of the year
transition months
I wish i could sleep those two months,
you know, writing a notice that goes like,
'wake me up when October comes' and
sleep all the way through September.
The same goes for April, but change the October to May.
The internet connection is awfully lazy today.
Maybe it is the weather again.
It's not worth downloading anything during the day
Funny how the weather is ruining everything.
I feel like doing something else
besides sitting on the computer
and writing this.
The weather is again to blame.
poem by Arsiema Berhane
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I.o.n
This is a deadly combination
More like an illusional reformation
I can see our destination
With this piece of information
I’m the king of this nation
I have the shell of a crustacean
And I have the obligation
To tell you to take down this notation
For me you have admiration
“G.O.D” is my abbreviation
I give you aviation
Then I give you confirmation
I built this corporation
Not out of desperation
But because it is my destination
More like my designation
I give your joints dislocation
Then you feel an elevation
I give you an estimation
Or more like an expectation
I’ll build this federation
Then blow it to fragmentation
Which will be my graduation
Without any hesitation
So I give you motivation
To go use the navigation
To go find an occupation
It is my obligation
So as we build the population
In the form of preparation
To being the transformation
For our final termination
poem by Nicholas Gannon
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Reach Out
(Jean-Paul Maunick / Dominic Oakenfull)
If you're willing to listen, I got a message for you
Gather everybody, together there's nothing we can't do
We must use love inspiration to elevate our minds
Spread the information to the corners of the world
Reach out
You'll be amazed what you find
When you reach out with your mind
Reach out
You're gonna find so much more
Won't you reach out and explore
If you are searching for something to lead you out of the dark
Light the inner fire, if you believe it will see you through
We must use love inspiration to elevate your mind
Spread the information to the corners of the world
Reach out
You'll be amazed what you find
When you reach out with your mind
Reach out
You're gonna find so much more
Won't you reach out and explore
We are one under the sun
song performed by by Incognito
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Stuffed Silence
Winds define the path now, in order not to submit
the discovery of another guilt.
The glory stumbles.
Before the altar, man becomes a souvenir.
Mechanically you walk like a robot, proud and erect,
cannot commit suicide.
Secret of discovering a faith was, not to kill yourself.
Shivering in awakened reality,
you grope with cauterized vision,
to resolve the conflict.
The revelation does not come.
Unchained freedom will come late,
when you become the destiny.
Everseeking a revolution, brain will find a false excuse.
The archives do not give a clue,
not exactly the circumstances,
but history collected the dirt.
Concepts could not bring out,
transformation of a prejudiced spirit.
fear and stuffed silence had the answer.
poem by Satish Verma
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How Interesting
It's funny how people think they know things
that they absolutely have no clue about
It's funny how people think they know me
when they don't care what I'm about
Isn't it great to believe something
that is actually false?
But you deny to believe the truth
'cause you like the lie more?
People seem to be delusional and disillusioned
So oblivious to the truth before their eyes
poem by Triin Kann
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The idea that information can be stored in a changing world without an overwhelming depreciation of its value is false. It is scarcely less false than the more plausible claim that after a war we may take our existing weapons, fill their barrels with information.
quote by Norbert Wiener
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Destination Unknown
Im getting outta here cause theres too many complications
Yeah Im getting outta here dont get driven any information
And if they ask you for a number to call just say Im gone thats all
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
If anybody wants me just say you dont know the address
Cause Ive had enough of the confusion and the madness
And should anybody ever try to stall, just say Im gone thats all
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
Im tired of playing other peoples games
Tired of waiting for some things to change
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
Im tired of playing other peoples games
Tired of waiting for some things to change
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Ill be gone, gone, gone
Destination unknown, destination unknown
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
Destination unknown, Im a long way from home
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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My Destination
The distance is not so far
Time is very short
It has to be utilized properly
My journey takes me to my destination
The world knows my destination
In a few seconds
In a few minutes
In a few hours
In a few days
In a few months
In a few years....
In every moment my journey takes me to my destination
poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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World's Slope
Try to solve the mystery
Go through world's history
And discover the clue
That's hidden in queue
And try to find the reply
And answers of the WHY
That come as to us in hope
Slipping through world's slope
And know that it is true
And hard to find the hue
That's hidden in an hour
That show us day's power
And tell us how to survive
In each moment of life
And now to discover clue
That is hidden in queue
Go through world's history
To solve this world's mystery.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Funny Chrismas!
Funny Christmas, thats what I'm s'posed to be writing about here?
Well, I don't really know what to write about that will make it funny.
What is funny about Christmas?
Santa is just a big ol' fat jolly man who just sits around eating cooking and drinking milk all year. Whats funny about that?
The reindeer are just deer who can supposedly fly. I don't get it.
What is funny about Christmas?
Is it the fact that we are s'posed to act happy and pretend we're having fun when we're really not?
I don't really get it can you explain it to me please?
What is funny about Christmas?
I don't really even believe in the whole 'Christmas celebration' thing.
I don't understand why people think that its funny either. Can you tell me?
What is funny about Christmas?
poem by Courtney Mayer
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My Hands
I write till my hands ache.
I have what they call carpal tunnel.
My hands don't want to bend fully or right at times.
They lock up so that I have to unbend them.
But I can't afford get the surgery that would easily fix this.
Or a Cortisone Shot which would give 6 months of relief.
Instead I'll use them till I can use them no more.
The sad part is I'm only 28.
It is genetic trait.
For my mother has the same thing plus arthritis.
It started in her twenties just like me.
It is not that I type too much oh I most certainly do.
Or the proper of sitting of my wrist on the keyboard.
Just about anything I do with my hands the pain resurfaces.
A constant dropping of something as simple as a spoon.
When I was younger I had no clue.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Funny Things that Happen.
Funny things that happen quite often to me,
Like going shopping for slippers, and come home without;
Or go out in a tshirt, but find it's back to front I see,
Am I going crazy, what's happening should I shout?
Funny things that happen when you go to ring on the phone,
Then sure it's the right number, but a man says I've been here a year;
So you end up finding the man is your neighbor in his home,
So you gasp for an excuse, to get off the line, realizing he's so near.
Funny things that's happened to my dad one day,
He couldn't find his glasses, that were on his nose;
Where did you two put them now, is what he did say,
Even when we tried to show him, he was still full of woes.
Funny things had happened to me a while ago,
When I was engaged, a doctor thought I was a wife;
He had not read the history, if he had it would show,
But we just laughed, another funny story to my life.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Home
I take a walk everyday,
To reach my Destination.
But I can't get to it anytime,
It gets away from my vision.
I know Hills play, such trick always,
I know the sky does the same,
But my destination that I want to go
Is playing the mirage game?
I say 'No' to my skeptical mind,
Say 'Yes' to start the walk.
The home I can not ever find.
I blame my ailing luck!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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A path is only a path, and there is no affront, to oneself or to others, in dropping it if that is what your heart tells you. Look at every path closely and deliberately. Try it as many times as you think necessary. Then ask yourself alone, one question. Does this path have a heart? If it does, the path is good; if it doesn't, it is of no use.
Carlos Castaneda in The Teachings of Don Juan (1968)
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Shortcut Route
Shortcut route
Is the longest one
To reach destination.
If you obsessed
The destination
You are not wise
You never reach.
Shadow has its
Own light
And I am there
To measure.
My dream callme
And I never listen
Now I call
My dream
And it giving
Attendance Yea sir.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Vicksburg Jail
O, when the poar pris'ner is put in the jaile,
he is put in a cell and his doors are all bar'd
With a great long chane he is bound to the floor,
And dam thear mean soles thay can do nothing more.
Our beds are maid of old rotten rugs,
And when you lay down you are covered with bugs;
The rugs they will swear they will never give bail,
And you're bound to get lousy in Vicksburg Jale.
In the morning you get a piece of bread
As hard as a rock and as heavy as lead,
A cup of cold coffee and meat that is stale,
And your are bound to get hungry in the Vicksburg jale.
Our jury they are a mighty mean crew,
Thay will look at a man as if thay would look him through;
The Judge he will prattle, all hell he don't fear,
He will bring you in guilty if you prove yourself clear.
Our Stats Arturny are men of renown,
Thay spend all thear time in lofing around,
Your pockets they will pick and your cloths will sell,
Get drunk on the mony, that is doing well.
The jailor comes round at nine in the night,
In one of his hands he carrys a light,
He will rap at your door and give you a hale,
To see that you're safe in the Vickburg Jale.
Oh, honrably kind friends I have finish'd my song,
I hipe I have song to you nothing that is wrong;
For fighting and drinking I never did fail,
And I don't give a dam for the Vicksburg Jail.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Its Funny
It’s funny how you break me down
And yet I’m still there waiting
How you yell and scream
And I’m still there trying.
Its funny how you get away
With the crap you do.
Well I’m not laughing
Because it’s just
Sad that you manipulate
Me the way you do.
Make me feel guilty
When I try to express myself!
It’s funny how you have
So much control over MY world,
And how push my buttons and
I refrain from do anything at all.
Its funny how play your cards,
Thinking I’d never leave.
Well no ones laughing anymore
Everyone can now see
You will no longer have control
Over me! No longer be the cause
Of my tears, no longer tell me what to do.
It’s funny, the way you’re
Looking at me all pathetic,
It’s funny the way I tipped the
Tables. Yes I’m laughing now,
I can finally fly and have no worries.
Your reign is done, the moments
Are gone, I think its funny that now
You’ll suffer what I have for many months.
poem by Megan Bullington
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