Will power is powerless.
I have will and you have will.
My will tries to prevail upon you
And yours on me in turn
And there’s a tug-of-war.
A will is an inward conflict,
An inward opposition.
It cannot help you be free
From the bondage you’re in.
11.12.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Oh Bondage Up Yours
Some people think little girls
Should be seen and not heard
But I think, Oh Bondage, Up Yours!
One, Two, Three, Four
Bind me tie me
Chain me to the wall
I wanna be a slave
To you all
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Chain-store chain-smoke
I consume you all
Chain-gang chain-mail
I don't think at all
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Thrash me crash me
Beat me till I fall
I wanna be a victim
For you all
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Bind me tie me
Chain me to the wall
I wanna be a slave
To you all
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Bind me tie me
Chain me to the wall
I wanna be a slave
To you all
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
Oh bondage up yours
Oh bondage no more
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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The Opposition aren't really the Opposition. They're just called the Opposition. But in fact they are the Opposition in exile. The Civil Service are the Opposition in residence.
quote by Antony Jay
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In Spite of Opposition
If he has done nothing else...
He has reflected the aspirations,
Of those wishing to move forward.
In spite of opposition,
Of those in material bondage.
And those in subconscious slavery,
Who are still on their knees...
Praying to be accepted!
In spite of oppostion,
Of those who say he lacks experience.
Although he shows qualities,
They themselves have not yet shown.
He is a man of color...
And that they regret.
They rather show images of those of color...
As children needing diapers changed,
Because they are still 'wet'!
And they want this known.
If he has done nothing else...
He has reflected the aspirations,
Of those wishing to move forward.
In spite of opposition,
Of those in material bondage.
And those in subconscious slavery,
Who are still on their knees...
Praying to be accepted!
And he represents a time...
In which people in the right minds,
Seek an updated image...
Of what others rather see,
Enforcibly diminished!
But a darkness lifts...
To allow those to see,
Truth in reality they can believe.
In spite of opposition...
Conflicts existing,
Seem pointless to keep inflicting.
And the greed of it...
Reveals the minds of those sick,
Who insist to feast upon their wickedness to feed.
And in spite of opposition,
He proves he is the best choice to select...
And to lead.
Whatever he lacks...
He still over his opposition succeeds.
Leaving people to question:
'If he lacks experience...
Why have the people 'experienced' the mess,
His opposition who say they are more qualified...
Digress with such mess and wish for more of it to leave! ? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strengthened Faith
I need to get much richer,
With...
Spiritual beliefs.
Teasing 'things' just can't do it.
Or deliver to me mental relief.
I need to get richer,
With...
Spiritual beliefs.
'Cause...
Nothing that I ever had to 'bling',
Stayed to mean anything to me.
But my...
Faith is here to stay.
Although it is daily tested.
And...
Opposition everywhere wont let me rest.
It keeps my weaknesses invested.
Yes my...
Faith is here to stay.
Although it is daily tested.
And...
Opposition everywhere wont let me rest.
It keeps my weaknesses invested.
I've spent a lot of time by the riverside.
Strengthening a faith I feel inside.
And yes I feel it,
Strengthened faith!
Everyday and without fail.
Oh yes I feel it,
Strengthened faith.
And with it I must prevail.
'Cause...
Opposition everywhere wont let me rest.
It keeps my weaknesses invested.
I've spent a lot of time by the riverside.
Strengthening a faith I feel inside.
And...
I feel it,
Strengthened faith!
Everyday and without fail.
Oh yes I feel it,
Strengthened faith!
With me and I will prevail.
Oh yes I feel it,
Strengthened faith!
Everyday and without fail.
Oh yes I feel it,
Strengthened faith!
With me and I will prevail.
Oh yes I feel it,
A strengthened faith!
Yes I feel it,
Everyday and without fail.
I feel it...
A strengthened faith!
With me and I will prevail.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Freedom space bound
Freedom from the cell results
In bondage outside the cell.
Freedom from anger that
You get by resistance
Or freedom from sex
That you get by sublimation
Will not give you freedom
But bondage outside of them.
Freedom shifts as desires do
In one’s life till it wrecks.
11.12.2010.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Constitutional Point
Power corrupts,
whereas sound opposition
builds up our free
democratic tradition.
One thing would make
a democracy flower:
having a strong opposition-
in power.
We respect opposition to any position or policy. But we believe that the opinion that should prevail and be respected is that of the majority.
quote by King Hussein I
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Freedom, then, lies only in our innate human capacity to choose between different sorts of bondage, bondage to desire or self esteem, or bondage to the light that lightens all our lives.
quote by Sri Madhava
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Suffolk: Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose your bondage happy, to be made a queen?
Margaret: To be a queen in bondage is more vile than is a slave in base servility; for princes should be free.
line from Henry VI, Act V, Scene 3, script by William Shakespeare (1590)
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The True American Indian
Like a warrior I stand
brave and strong
and my wisdom
is like the mighty chief
my words are wise
that I speak
as I follow the vision
that is my destiny
to protect this sacred land
My soul is one with the wolf
and my Spirit is with the wind
I will never turn my back
on my Spiritual belief
but will fight for who are weak
from those who are wrong
in their ways of the white man
I will not run and hide
from the suffering and pain
that you conflict
in times that are black
I am a chosen one
a face you will never forget
in these days to come
And just like the rising sun
my people will rise again
in the end
we will walk free
for we are
the true American Indian
(Spiritwind-2010)
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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The King
He stands alone.
Determined to unite all for the greater good.
A man of strong will and faith.
The weight and opposition is vast,
there at every turn to discourage and destroy the forces of righteousness that he has built and fought for.
As the opposition grows many of his forces weaken under the immense pressure and darkness.
Many abandon him for the pleasures of the flesh.
He is deeply saddened and distraught by the weakness of man and their lacivious nature.
Further and further the blackness grows,
over the earth suffocating all that is just.
He has finally reached the point of thourough despair and heartbreak. All of his greatest commanders and confidants have turned their backs on him, having lost faith in him and the cause.
Despair, sorrow, bewilderment, suicide haunt him day and night.
He is broken, robbed of his will, self-respect, and faith.
He himself falls away leaving only the tinniest glimmer of hope in the world.
After a long journey of debauchery, self loathing, enjoying all sins of the flesh, and exploring the dark arts he is left a bitter broken man. Thouroughly distraught and void of but the few remnants of the man he once was.
Finally he falls to his knees and begs for forgiveness, determined to free himself from this bondage.
Now he turns back to the light prepared to pick himself up and rise from the ashes.
After a long difficult internal battle he begins to pick up the pieces again and rebuild his kingdom.
With renewed passion and strength he once again faces the opposition and begins to drive it back.
This battle still rages today the forces of light gaining much ground, victory and facing setbacks he fights on.
The King is our rock and saviour.
God save The King.
poem by Michael McParland
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Let Joy And Innocence Prevail
I tell you of a girl her husband was a soldier
gone to war in some strange country far away
no word had come to her
but the rumour of great battles fought
and dying in their thousands and the world full of fear
as the day would turn to evening she would a pure white candle
and place it in a window bright from where it could be seen
as she placed it in the window softly ? and ?
she said let this burning candle be a beacon
let joy and innocence prevail
let joy and innocence prevail
believe that luck will never fail
let joy and innocence prevail
and one night, asleep, she dreamed she saw her husband
fall in a great white cavilry charge
and waking in tears she saw the candle burning in the window
she still had hope
and through the window a man in the distance
but has he came closer, she saw he was a stranger
the stranger said I bring a message from a general
your captain has been wounded, his life hangs by a thread
he calls out your name and he wishes you to come to him
but the journey is a hard road and you may be afraid
and she laughed and said no road could be too hard for I am fearless
a captain and a husband I have gained this bright new day
and she said with all her heart she would fly to be beside hik
and her love would heal his wounds restore him to her
let joy and innocence prevail
let joy and innocence prevail
believe that luck will never fail
let joy and innocence prevail
let joy and innocence prevail
let joy and innocence prevail
believe that luck will never fail
let joy and innocence prevail
let joy and innocence prevail
song performed by by Grace Jones
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Avoid conflict
Conflict demolishes
Wealth house
Avoid conflict.
Conflict perishes
Body Soul
Avoid conflict.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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He Chooses to Move Towards Daylight
They have come together,
To collectively agree...
He lacks experience.
And he is not qualified to lead.
And perhaps they are right.
Since he chooses to move towards daylight.
And those in opposition...
Are accustomed to a darkness,
To enhance a deepened isolation!
And to exist to feed conflict...
Is all that they have known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Refuse
She is bitter!
And there is no one to comfort her;
Refuse, use, sue, free, fee, see, fuse! !
And being comsumed by the software,
But the birds of the air are fyling up high all over her.
In this place,
Concerning,
Prevail,
Sigh,
Marvels! !
So strong and so full,
But her virgins are now afflicted!
And her foes prevail over her.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Freedom To Serve
Become God’s servant to be free, when you go through Calvary,
The only place on earth indeed, when as a servant you are freed;
Freed through the Blood of Christ, from the bondage of this life,
A Freedom only known to man, through God’s Redemptive Plan.
God bought us out of slavery, with precious Blood from Calvary,
Purchased from the market of sin; granting freedom deep within,
Freedom by us that wasn’t sought, which the Lord for us bought,
Offering His Son, our Lord Jesus, as payment made for all of us.
When we’re freed, we’re then sent, by our Lord, as God’s servant,
Here in service to the Son of God, on this earth that we now trod,
No longer slaves in bondage to sin, we delight in service for Him,
Now as we serve the King of kings, our new freedom in Him rings.
We’re now free to serve our Lord, as Christ’s Body, in one accord,
Now serving with the mind of Christ, for God gave us all New Life,
Eternal Life, which we don’t deserve, which is why we gladly serve,
By God’s Grace, with freedom, as God’s servants in His Kingdom.
All because God paid that price, when His Son became a sacrifice,
Christ, Who had no reason to die, served as a Lamb, for you and I,
To grant us real freedom my friend, that from The Lord has no end,
As we come to The Lord Jesus, to serve eternally in God’s Service.
(Copyright ©08/2010)
I Am...FREE
I am...
FREE.
'Of what? '
Well...
What sense would it make,
To be free?
If I do not constantly,
Remind myself of it?
'Why would you have to remind yourself? '
One never knows,
What version of it...
Is more expensive to experience.
I like mine basic.
I find it more cost effective.
And besides...
I am on a fixed budget.
And that's worth reminding myself,
Just how free I am.
'I can't wait until I am free like that.
I have creditors calling me on a daily basis,
To validate my bondage.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dawn Finally Arises
Anyone who has ever remained persistent,
With a fluid consistency...
Has met some opposition.
And is familiar with negativity.
It takes the gritting of teeth.
And the biting of nails,
To prevail even when failure may be in sight.
With a nipping at the heels of one refusing defeat.
And suddenly it seems,
That nothing but nightmares...
Have come to replace hopes and dreams,
When dawn finally arises to clear a bright horizon.
It looks a lot different,
From the rumors I heard...
Of a dawn others said was gone.
It looks much different,
From rumors fed...
Of a dawn that would never turn on.
It looks a lot different,
From the rumors I heard...
Of a dawn others said was gone.
And...
I'm so glad I persisted.
To witness it to see,
For myself.
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
It looks a lot different,
From the rumors I heard...
Of a dawn others said was gone.
It looks much different,
From rumors fed...
Of a dawn that would never turn on.
It looks a lot different,
From the rumors I heard...
Of a dawn others said was gone.
And...
I'm so glad I persisted.
To witness it to see,
For myself.
It looks a lot different,
The dawn!
When it is witnessed,
The dawn!
And...
I'm so glad I persisted.
To witness and to see it,
For myself.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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True Liberty
The day in which one celebrates, Independence of a union of states,
Independence from powers outside; freedom that was once denied,
The freest nation in this world, a point that others sometimes herald,
Causing many who are weary in heart, to come here for a fresh start.
A day of real joyous celebration, all across this now powerful nation,
As our voices together are raised, with full hearts a nation is praised,
Festive fireworks are always planned, in many cities across this land,
Celebrating what many of us see, as the greatest nation in all history.
Liberty we celebrate by proclamation, extends to all within this nation,
However that liberty extends only, to the borders of this dear country,
Beyond the borders and the sea, the nation’s people may not be free,
When many travel to other lands, freedoms turn into other’s demands.
Demands which turn into bondage, leaving this land of great privilege,
Privileges that others only dream of, as they look to this land we love,
A land that is so blessed by God, many agree, on this day with a nod,
But, forgetting Him most of the year; living so privileged, without fear.
There’s a freedom many don’t know, as their freedoms for them grow,
Liberty, from the bondage of sin, that captivates our land from within,
That freedom which we celebrate, doesn’t free men from Satan’s hate,
As the Devil leads a war against God, all across this land that we trod.
Freedom from such an evil foe, comes only when the Savior we know,
Who left all the Glory of Eternity, coming to earth to set captives free,
The only true freedom on this earth, comes to man, by a spiritual birth,
Through the Liberty in Jesus Christ, when in Him they receive New Life.
(Copyright ©07/2008)
The opposition is indispensable. A good statesman, like any other sensible human being, always learns more from his opposition than from his fervent supporters.
quote by Walter Lippmann
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