Travel Guide to 2009
Let's get away from it all..
that is, to take 'it all' with you
and dump it on an idyllic beach
whose native population rake smooth
every morning
but who will remove your burden of thought
from that idyllic community
when you've come back?
OK go ahead, now hate me..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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My childhood is completely... when I look back, it was '50s in New York, upper-middle class, it was completely idyllic and golden and wonderful - sweet in every way.
quote by Peter Jurasik
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Hmph 2
So idyllic
My innnocence
Now dissonance
reveals its pain
poem by Michael Oliver
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Unpoetic Rumblings For An Unpoetic Age
They told me I cannot write
something remote like the sand and pebbles
of a secluded beach in Siquijor
stranded in isolation by the tides
that push the island away from the radar
of conscious speculation or
those waterfalls and caves in Rogongon
that remain a mystery to those accustomed
with the slums and maggot-infested corners
of a Capital with no passion for the idyllic
instead I must write of the realities of life
and quit imagining the heavenly fog
that bearded Mt. Apo one Tuesday afternoon
as I found myself marching to its peak
cradled with the silence and whispers of nature
away from the disturbed realities
that gripped the lives of the inhabitants
of a Manila that is giving way
to the intellectual high rise that
reach the poisonous smog in Makati and
the technocratic walls that hide away the stink
of its illegal shanties from its bourgeois-minded
mall swingers and coffee shop fanatics
reading the facade of their intelligences
which are like the books they skim
are as empty as a bottle of rhum
left by drunk construction workers and
intoxicated spoiled brats that flooded
the city together with the provincial servants
of the capitalist slaves in their
business suits and American dreams
that prove to be more
idyllic and remote than good ol' poetry.
poem by Artchil Daug
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The Man Who Gifted Me Nothing, But A Patronym
The Son of a monster, and a very proud Mother:
I have lived a very humble life, and would wish for no other,
But if I had one regret it would be my blind allegiance
To a man that did not deserve the same-the balance
Of my life since that fateful Christmas day,
Has been filled with bitter confusion-I pray
That I will one day stop blaming myself for what he did
By never cowering from it, the way he hid
From his demons and ghosts, presenting a narrow view
To a Son who loved him, yet who never knew.
Had I known then what I know now,
I would have rid myself of the disdain I show now
For all I know he was, in spite of outward appearance.
I carry shame for my continued adherence
To the image of the man I thought I knew:
An idyllic image of a Father, which got me through
And past all of the hate I thought I had for him-
The man who gifted me nothing, but a patronym.
-Maurice Harris,5 June 2012
poem by Maurice Harris
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Rural towns aren't always idyllic. It's easy to feel trapped and be aware of social hypocrisy.
quote by Bill Pullman
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Rake It In
I am here again
Tied up in your torture frame
Printed paper, guilty to blame
The story stays the same
Dry me out
Run me down
Burn me out
And rake it in, you rake it in
Rake it in, you rake it in, yeah
A slave upon your plate
I am your dreams, yeah your life and your bait
Selfish schemes, I proceed, you await
You my indefinite hate
Do you know what my chopping blocks for?
Do you know what my hanging braids for?
Do you know what my chamber maids for?
Can you guess what i, what I have in store for you?
song performed by by Imogen Heap
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Mwah
a poem dedicated to Pocholo Malilin, founder of Mwah Philippines
open up
the curtain
and the night
becomes the moment to a
passionate reverence
of a timeless idyllic posture;
the remembrance of
you and me, in an endless
beginning of
memory in
our hearts
poem by Antonio Liao
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But you can't show some far off idyllic conception of behavior if you want the kids to come and see the picture. You've got to show what it's really like, and try to reach them on their own grounds.
quote by James Dean
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We had common interests in the beauty of the French language. We both had a tremendous love of jazz. We shared dreams of getting married and having a family, living in the country, leading an idyllic life.
quote by David Amram
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Happiness Depends Upon Ourselves 1850 Current Version
Who ask joy, who'd mask ploy, frequently find
heaven or hell enjoyed through choice defined.
Thus happiness explained seems plain: each mind
dreams scene idyllic sensed, not predefined.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Full Speed Ahead
Full speed ahead my child
God is right by your side
Full speed ahead my child
Hate will not come close to
Where love abides
Full speed ahead my child
No turning back
You've got nothing to hide
And He is on your side
Full speed ahead my son
You've changed the course of history
Something never thought could be done
Go forth in peace my child
Let not pride in your heart abide
Stand firm in your beliefs
As others watch in disbelief
Now full speed ahead my child
Do your job with pride
Thus saith the Lord!
For he has spoken
And his words can never be broken
As you go full speed ahead
Tarry for the living and not for the dead
Don't forget to keep the Lord in view
No matter what valley you might be travelling through
Go forth in peace my child
Full speed ahead
You are Barack Obama
Born to lead
No longer will you be judged by your color or creed
So full speed ahead
Never look back
God is taking you on a journey
He has got your back!
poem by Mitzie Thorne
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Morning on the Beach and wish I was with Sweetie
Morning on the beach and wish I was with Sweetie
Wind whines and whines the moments away
The crazy sea keeps moving and groaning
Oh.. how I wish it was me moving and groaning with Sweetie
From the far end, white sands of the beach
Grey sea comes to the shore and back
Some old tourists touch and play with the water
Oh.. how I wish it was me touching and playing with Sweetie
From the east the sun rises over the beach
Red big, bright and mighty rays
The Sun promises to be happy and hot as always
Oh.. how I wish I was happy and hot with Sweetie always
From the grounds plants waking up to a bright day on the beach
Darkness disappearing as the sun rises
Just like fear disappears when love and joy comes
Oh.. how I wish, my joy and love remove fear from Sweetie
poem by Nyota Yasulwe
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I Don’t Hate You
Waking up on a brisk morning,
You’re the first thing that pops into my head.
The thing that makes me remove the covers,
And get out of bed,
I Don’t Hate You!
You’re the one that I sneak,
The phone to call in the morning hours,
Just to hear your voice once more.
I Don’t Hate You!
My tears are committing a vanishing act these days,
Into the smiles that you place on my face,
They just get bigger with each day.
I Don’t Hate You!
Driving me crazy, this anyone can see,
From all the emotions you create inside of thee.
Sadness, anger, frustration, mostly from not being with you,
But every day I am happy I have you,
And thank GOD for giving me such a man.
You are my best friend and my soon to be lover.
That is why I Don’t Hate You!
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Darkness encloses upon me. And I,
The master of all things right and wrong,
Encompass the woe surging from within.
The journey must end. Yet, the journey is infallible.
The throbbing of the gushing wound against the harshness,
The idyllic moment of pain arrives:
Total release.
poem by Sayaa Uchii
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Hatrate
I hate you for doing this to me
I hate you for hurting me
I hate you
but I don't want to
I hate myself
I don't know why
I hate this world I'm in it so cruel
I hate the person I am or was
I hate the things I have done
I hate my past
I hate the fact that I did good
I hate you for not believing in me
I hate you for judging me
I hate myself for not believing in myself
For putting myself down for underestimating my power
I hate the fact that I'm gifted
I hate being good sometimes
Cause I feel like I'm wasting my time
But wait!
Why must I hate?
I don't want to hate
I want to forgive and forget
It takes a 24-7 employee to hate
And I can't do that
It's just a burden not worthy of carrying
poem by Vangile Mtyali
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Burning Ground
And I take you down to the burning ground
And you change me up and you turned it around
In the wind and rain Im gonna see you again
In the morning sun and when the day is done
And you take my hand and you walk with me
Sometimes it feels like eternity
And I turn the tide I get back my pride
And I make you proud wont you say it out loud
When I take you down to the burning ground
To the burning ground, to the burning ground
To the burning ground, to the burning ground
And I take you down by the factory
And I show you like it has to be
And you understand how the work is done
And I pick up the sack in the midday sun
And I pull you through by the skin of your teeth
And I lift the veil, I see whats underneath
And you return to me and you sit on your throne
And you make me feel that Im not alone
And I take you down to the burning ground
To the burning ground, to the burning ground
To the burning ground
Hey man, whats that youre carrying?
Feels like lead
It weighs a ton - lets see if we can dump it by the side of the hill
Hey wait up, why dont you dump it on the burning ground
Dump it down there
Yeh man, dump the jute
Hey man dump the jute on the burning ground
Dump the jute?
Yeh you know, dump the jute
Dump the jute!
On the burning ground
On the burning ground
And you make me think what its all about
Sometimes I know gonna work it out
And I watch you run in the crimson sun
Tear my shirt apart open up my heart
And I watch you run
Down on your bended knees
By the burnt out well
Can you tell me please
Between heaven and hell
Wont you take me down
To the burning ground, to the burning ground
To the burning ground, to the burning ground
And you fall and pray, when you hear that sound
As were walking back to the burial mound
And you shake your head and you turn it around
And you see the flames from the burning ground
And you get down on your knees and pray
And I catch my breath as were running away
And I take the jute and I throw him down
On the burning ground, on the burning ground
On the burning ground, its on the burning ground.....
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Many of the Jews who owned the homes, the apartments in the black community, we considered them bloodsuckers because they took from our community and built their community but didn't offer anything back to our community.
quote by Louis Farrakhan
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I Hate My Frickin Isp
The reason that I signed up
Is the reason that I hate it
I know shes made her mind up
I just dont know how shes made it
And my dial-up screen has locked me
Into a touch tone tune monotony
Because some snot-nosed pube has blocked me out
And I wait
And I wait
And I hate my frickin isp
He aint got go bandwidth left for me
And Ill never get back
Never get back the time that I waste
Thats what I hate
My jobs so hard to swallow
But its got me by the collar
In some motel 6 squalor
Where every local calls a dollar
I got no time left to jack off
I got a deadline that wont back off
Im about to chew my own leg off
Cause its so late
And Im late
And I hate my frickin isp
I get bumped for inactivity
And Ill never get back
Never get back the time that I waste
Thats what I hate
It rained cd roms that gave me
Twenty hours free
I let my service provider
Make a junky outta me
And then he cut me off
From my online community
And now I hate, I hate it
I hate I hate I hate I hate
I hate my frickin isp
His domain name lookup takes eternity
Etc...
Na na na na na
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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My Utopia ~*~ Pantoum ~*~
A slumber did my spirit seal
In the dark recesses of my mind;
To a planet far more surreal
Where a Dali clock tells the time.
In the dark recesses of my mind
I’ve built an oasis within my isolation;
Where a Dali clock tells the time
Melting eagerly in each idyllic hallucination.
I’ve built an oasis within my isolation
My mind’s eye has limitless space;
Melting eagerly in each idyllic hallucination
Until I’ve forgotten my own face.
My mind’s eye has limitless space
Imagination will take me far from this cell;
Until I’ve forgotten my own face
I float far above my body’s shell.
Imagination will take me far from this cell
To a planet more surreal;
I float far above my body’s shell
A slumber did my spirit seal.
poem by Kristin Nicole RothDavis
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Who Hesitates is Lost
Four lettered word is hesitate
afraid great hopes earn ashen grate.
bright star turned char, flight's broken chain
with sunshine's reign's replaced by rain.
Haste not, nor waste, reciprocate
true trust which won't prevaricate.
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Tasted keenly, lost love, pain
one-sided seem again, again,
yet dreams could well anticipate
life's scheme ahead when - not too late -
tail's tale spins heads when two, wed, gain
twinned soul idyllic. Don't complain
time leaves tears, grieves. At any rate
wait not, knock on, till open gate.
(9 September 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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