Powers Of The Stars
Medical men support me,
On this path I travel forward.
With psionics I have power
To loath the enemy with slug throwers
Far too hefty.
To be any when is to be the universe
In spirit and in a recognition of your talents.
I want to prolong my life,
My dimensional abilities have psychic prowess.
You need the starways.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Psionics
Psionics is medicine for the mind
For the psychologists, for the intelligent.
A space craft is inside the tortured soul,
One robot to rule another,
A simple body docks with another
By the knife, and it is wise,
So perceptible to deliver the right and sapient
Move, the surgeon knows.
Psionics is all the toy,
It is for my boy.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Women tend to have recognition and peer group support - recognition from friends and family that this has to be a big issue in their lives. They're more comfortable expressing the need for support and receiving it.
quote by James Levine
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Talents Die Easily In Africa!
Oh talents, oh talents!
Talents do die easily in Africa;
But, talents are special gifts which,
Money cannot buy.
It is a special gift,
It is in you,
You don't even need a Higher Degree for them;
Talents are everywhere on this earth.
The talents of Africa do die very often,
Who is even ready to listen to them?
The true talents of the Africans go to the drain.
Like a rain on a train,
Like an early wake up call without a view;
Life is really so strange over here in Africa.
I have a dream!
But, who will listen?
My brain is with various talents but,
Who will help me with my dreams?
Talents, talents, talents! !
Africa turns to regress in this field while,
Others do progress!
Our talents can be useful,
It's time we give a helping hand;
Oh talents, oh talents!
It's time we listen to those who have them;
Cos', we are the world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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With Less Sweat
Why is it,
That someone will waste their skills...
And talents,
With a wish to perform with the giving of their gifts...
On someone else's created stage,
To shower them with 'their' brilliance.
Why would someone abandoned their own abilities,
To create their own stage from those resources given...
With a highlighting of those,
Who will not be demeaned because it is known...
They have a need to fit into the wrong places.
With a giving away to others...
Who look to make claims of discoveries stolen,
To produce their own names to be seen in lights.
Leaving people with talents to fight,
To be seen...
Only to have what they bring,
Used.
To be 'thanked' but excused from the audition process.
I 'feel' for those who are told their presence is not needed.
But their unique talents exposed were certainly used,
To be re-labelled and approved for purposes to market.
And...
With less sweat that had been sacrificed.
At the expense of stealing from someone their scene.
'We're sorry.
However,
Thank you for sharing with us your unique abilities.
We'll keep your 'info' in our files.
Expect to hear from us...
One day.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The path up is the path down. The way forward is the way back. The universe inside is outside but the universe outside is inside.
quote by Robert Anton Wilson
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Forward
'Forward! forward!'
Rang our fathers' battle-cry.
'Forward! forward!'
Norsemen, be our watchword high!
All that fires the spirit and makes the heart's faith bright,
For that we forward go with might
And faithful fight.
'Forward! forward!'
Whoso loves a home that's free.
'Forward! forward!'
Freedom's course must ever be.
Though it shall be tested by doubt and by defeat,
Who will the losses' count repeat
When vict'ries greet?
'Forward! forward!'
Whoso trusts in Norway's day.
'Forward! forward!'
Whoso goes our fathers' way.
Hid in Northern mountains are spirit-treasures true
They shall, when dawns the morning's blue,
Come forth anew.
poem by Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson
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Daggered
There is awesome fear in my voice,
To become a liar may need courage,
But life is the same, just rude, for me.
The fear is a feeling of strength,
I have this for my words to sound.
I froze when he spoke, I am so improper,
They support me, I do not skilfully support,
I just help with strong talk, justice is about.
To fear is the typical tactic, to fear me is about.
It is improper to scare us, for we fear and laugh.
They spoke after him, after the group was me,
And the discussion ended so divinely;
A path took our support, we ventured and gained,
But the enemy is about, motivated to strike
With daggers.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Me, Myself and I
You can choose to hate me
Or love me
You can choose to be a friend
Or an enemy
But that do not change
My abilities and capabilities
I am who i am destined to be
I can only be me
I know you have love for vanity
But i am the spirit
Which lives within me
I am not my skin
Nor what i wear
I am not what i hear
your perception do not
Put me to fear
No matter what happens
I will strive to live my life
For my life is my life
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poem by Matt Ancient
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The Best Way To Travel
And you can fly
High as a kite if you want to
Faster than light if you want to
Speeding through the universe
Thinking is the best way to travel
Its all a dream
Light passing by on the screen
And theres you and I on the beam
Speeding through the universe
Thinking is the best way to travel
We ride the waves
Distance is gone, will we find out?
How life bean, will be find out?
Speeding through the universe
Thinking is the best way to travel
And you can fly
High as a kite if you want to
Faster than light if you want to
Speeding through the universe
Thinking is the best way to travel
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Relying On The Holy Spirit
The Holy Spirit is enough for me, as I’ve been sealed for eternity,
Sealed, by The Spirit of Christ, with His guarantee of Eternal Life;
The Spirit, the only teacher I need, as Truth, He helps me to heed,
Guiding me through all my days, for Christ’s Glory and His Praise.
For The Spirit opened my eyes, to discern Truth from Satan’s lies,
Teaching me the Ways of God, while led by Christ’s staff and rod,
Growing in His Truth and Love, assisted by His Spirit, from above,
Teaching me God’s Truth day to day, as I travel life’s Narrow Way.
It’s the work of God’s Holy Spirit, to shed light on Truth as I hear it,
Revealing Truths, that I never heard, from God’s Holy, Living Word.
From The Truth, revealed to men, by God’s Spirit, I am Born Again,
Believing in Christ and Him alone, I became one of God’s very own.
As God’s Spirit led me to believe, The Truth of God I would receive,
Believing the Saving Truth of Christ, I received in the Spirit New Life,
And at that very time and place, my life was changed, by His Grace,
Never again would it be the same; all by the power of Christ’s Name.
It is in Christ, that I now abide, through The Spirit, Who dwells inside,
And in God’s Spirit, I fully rely, in the same power from God on high,
Sent to comfort Children of God, while they journey this earthly sod,
Who will also, soon snatch us away, to Heaven on that Glorious day.
(Copyright ©06/2010)
Education: The Catalyst of Change
you made the world glitter from the darkness of destruction,
and open the mind to create, a place suited to live, you have
even conquer the deepest concept of the mind to explore the
horizon of the universe from the bondage of ignorance, and
move forward to know more the meaning of life
saving of what is given; revive the ultimate goal of creation,
an answer to the fufilling vacuum of what is the future waits;
flashes the evolution of knowledge where everybody wish to
submit, larking to twist the tip of the arrow, of what the
psychic dream to believe, the birth of wisdom, have been
born again
knowledge comes in a trespassing strength, the threshold
of every forwarding courage of man, a rescuer of the innocent
and ignorance of human faculty, lays the tremendous thirst of
knowing, the world and beyond the eyes can’t see, powered by
most indigenous high voltage of spirit to the realm of the
wisdom bestowed from a pre-existed powerful being before
the universe existed
as the soul rebirth the mighty force innate of human energy
the emerging power of man secret weapon reveals through
out the eternity of time end, the approaching source of crystal
dropp of misnomer and ride the unending wagon of power to
the future; the essence of time holds you out to break the
cylinder of fueling time to survive, believe, paddle and cream
yourself to the endless search of pasteurized knowledge of
the world
“: the cream has to be harvested, as the end has to past, be
ready….”
poem by Antonio Liao
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You Ain't Got It Like a Psychic
You can't tell me what I'm thinking...
Until I tell you what that is!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
You can run around and tell folks,
What you think my business is!
But,
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
You can sneak across the floor.
And put your ear to the door.
Tell my neighbors and friends,
What I do and who for!
But,
Uh-uh,
You ain't got it like a psychic.
It's too bad your lips don't seal.
You need to hush 'em.
You need to keep them closed.
It's so sad you have a mind that reveals...
It's gonna crack!
It's ripe for that.
Waiting to set you back with a heart attack.
It's too bad your lips don't seal.
You need to hush 'em.
You need to keep them closed.
It's so sad you have a mind that reveals...
It's gonna crack!
It's ripe for that.
You can run around and tell folks,
What you think my business is!
But,
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
You can sneak across the floor.
And put your ear to the door.
But,
Uh-uh,
You ain't got it like a psychic.
It's too bad your lips don't seal.
You need to hush 'em.
You need to keep them closed.
It's so sad you have a mind that reveals...
It's gonna crack!
It's ripe for that,
With a heart attack!
You can't tell me what I'm thinking,
Until I tell you what that is!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
You may not like it.
My name ain't Mike,
And I'm 'bout to take a hike!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
If you were a psychic,
You would know where you can bite it!
Bite this!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Bite this!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Bite this!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
If you were a psychic,
You would know where you can bite it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sweet and Soft Whispers
I may not be a bit psychic...
But I know it's there.
That love inside you fight.
With a wish I might like it.
No, I may not be a psychic...
But that fragrance you wear is in the air.
You want to give me a chance.
To cuddle up and romance.
I believe you want me alone.
To claim and have me as your own.
You want me close enough to hear...
Those sweet and soft whispers in my ear.
And I may not be a bit psychic.
But I know it is there.
That love inside you fighting to appear.
With a wish that I might like it.
And have it in my arms to hold it near.
Oh...
Your excitement you try to hide.
But I know it's there.
And not that deep inside.
And I just may keep it a secret...
Until you make me aware.
I may not be a psychic...
But I know what you feel,
For me...
Is there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Spreading of Ignorance
You can not blame a fool...
For wishing to expose,
Learned skills and acquired talents.
But by all means...
A hefty fine can be applied,
To a spreading of ignorance denied.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cries Against the Capitation Fees
A newspaper loudly makes roars
against demand of hefty fees, some crores
in medical colleges
which go on daring pillages.
A nod to sell copies turns its voice worse.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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What you have in your mind, your talents, your native abilities, no one can take from you. When you die you take them with you. Use them diligently while you are here.
quote by Alfred A. Montapert
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Marching One
March along time to eradicate the one,
Forcing us into stronger ties, more lies;
This pit of dreams forbids us to mutter,
To utterances of the last sort we prize.
Many folds of paper occur, before the one,
This letter is open now in his hands.
The less a man occupies the spirit
The more his accusations are wrong.
Marching is only walking faster for some,
Yet they loath the one, the one they loath.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Twelve disciples of Christ
Selected by the hand of Christ
twelve men you were chosen to be
each one in your own time to be
with your own special talents
for a purpose to be
Chosen to serve
the Son of the Living God
obedient to the Father
you were to be
all of you left behind
your houses and loved ones
your towns, villages
all that you knew
to go into the world
to serve Christ, the Lord
Power and authority
were given to all
to combat and defeat
the enemy of old times
to cure the sick
and to drive out demons
to preach the good news of salvation
to the unbelievers of the world
for all to be saved
that chose to be free
Obedient and strong you were
to go forth on the road
you were taken on in faith
to confirm to the world
that Christ was real in faith
that He was the Son
of the living God, the Messiah
You all learned from
the Master Jesus Christ himself
He taught you to travel
on the narrow road
to travel on it without
fear and doubt
twelve men differently in character
all on the same road
what a privilege
you all had to serve Christ
poem by Allen Brodell
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Following God
To follow God, it is my choice, as I hear that inner voice,
Of the Spirit of Jesus Christ, guiding me through my life,
To follow Him, as my guide, as Jesus walks by my side,
Guiding me, in all that I do; as He daily sees me through.
Given the choice, if I choose, to walk alone, I could lose,
The peace of God deep inside, when in the Spirit I abide;
Or blessing and joy my friend, as I go around each bend,
But, with Christ, I am content, wherever by God I am sent.
To walk in His Righteousness, life's filled with fruitfulness,
In my deeds along the way, as He guides me, day to day,
Fruitfulness which is from God, as I walk this earthly sod,
While I'm guided from above, in the Spirit's light and love.
If I choose to walk alone, I lose that power, of His Throne,
Power from the Spirit of Christ, to deal with trial and strife,
If I walk opposing the Spirit, ignoring His voice as I hear it,
I am open to the subtlety, of deceptive ways of the enemy.
So my choice is The Lord; my ways by Him aren't ignored,
As The Spirit truly guides me, in life with grace abundantly,
As He helps me live for God, led by Christ's staff and rod,
In this life, as He blesses me, as I'm on my way to Eternity.
(Copyright ©08/2012)
The whole path of American music has been so much about the recognition of stylistic diversity, and the recognition of the importance of music which was from one of the vernacular traditions.
quote by Michael Tilson Thomas
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