Moving Forward
A truth maliciously distorted
Becomes nothing but a lie,
Like a nightmare disguised
As a sweet dream!
Back to the future?
No way Jose!
It is up to you only
To make the right choice
Between sugar highs
(One per cent)
And poverty lows
(ninety nine per cent)
In this anxiously expected day
When we will sound only
As one loud and clear voice!
Now, they may question my thoughts
When I freely speak my mind
Forgetting that it is my right
Since I was born!
Backward we shall never go
But forward instead
Toward the rising Sun!
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Here's the truth. The proposed top rate of income tax is not 50 per cent. It is 50 per cent plus 1.5 per cent national insurance paid by employees plus 13.3 per cent paid by employers. That's not 50 per cent. Two years from now, Britain will have the highest tax rate on earned income of any developed country.
quote by Andrew Lloyd Webber
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Anomalous
What hath a mind
If it hath not a choice
What hath a man
If he hath not a voice
What is a man
If the voice the man hath
Is that of another
On a surrogate path
Rather I say
Inimitably give
Make each moment yours
Expectations, outlive
Bring no shame upon
How you sound or appear
Speak loud, proud,
Conscious, and clear
You're not born with a voice
It forms over time
Just speak for yourself
You'll turn out sublime
poem by Brandon McConnell
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Help
Listen to the sound/
Of birds a’singin’/
Softly they are found/
In the air ringin’/
Buzz my life/
I’m alive and well/
Hard to smile sometimes/
But the truth will sell/
Baby/baby/
Hear my voice/
Sweet and sound/
I’m your clearest choice/
Near to me/
Are you mine? /
I’m losing myself/
I cannot find/
Fill my threshold/
With pain in disguise/
I will unfold/
Beneath my skin what fries! /
Baby/baby/
Hear my voice/
Sweet and sound/
I’m your clearest choice/
On my mind/
It is there/
My future existing/
In living air/
I am trying/
Tyo make it so hard/
I hate it so much/
Cuz the end is so far/
Baby/baby/
Hear my voice/
Sweet and sound/
I’m your clearest choice/
Feelings surpassed/
Blown away/
Will I come home/
Again to live another day/
Long gone/
Is myself/
I will never find it/
The answer which is help/
Baby/baby/
Hear my voice/
Sweet and sound/
I’m your clearest choice/
poem by Seanzie Haha
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I read somewhere that 77 per cent of all the mentally ill live in poverty. Actually, I'm more intrigued by the 23 per cent who are apparently doing quite well for themselves.
quote by Jerry Garcia
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Surprise
While climbing a tall mountain
Short of breath as expected
Desperately trying to reach the top
I lost my sense of direction
And to make matters worse,
I lost the map I only had
Nevertheless, one trail I must follow:
To achieve my ultimate goal...
Suddenly, by surprise,
I heard a strange voice
And also felt a strong light
Blindfolding me completely
I stopped, almost paralyzed
Possessed by a great feeling
That an angel was watching me...
I heard this angel's voice
Loud and clear:
'Why are you rushing,
When you are almost there? '
Flabbergasted by this voice,
And shock by its light's brightness
Turned into a woman's form;
I dared to ask this angel...
'What is your name? '
A response came immediately:
'You can call me, Angelyna'
By surprise it took me,
Realizing then, that the woman I love,
Came back to me, but this time,
Disguised as an angel...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Captaincy is 90 per cent luck and 10 per cent skill. But don't try it without that 10 per cent.
quote by Richie Benaud
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Our fifty principal cities contain 39.3 per cent of our entire German population, and 45.8 per cent of the Irish. Our ten larger cities only nine per cent of the entire population, but 23 per cent of the foreign.
quote by Josiah Strong
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San Jose
Writen by bacharach & david
Do you know the way to san jose?
Ive been away so long. I may go wrong and lose my way.
Do you know the way to san jose?
Im going back to find some peace of mind in san jose.
L.a. is a great big freeway.
Put a hundred down and buy a car.
In a week, maybe two, theyll make you a star
Weeks turn into years. how quick they pass
And all the stars that never were
Are parking cars and pumping gas
Do you know the way to san jose?
Theyve got a lot of space. therell be a place where I can stay
I was born and raised in san jose
Im going back to find some peace of mind in san jose.
Fame and fortune is a magnet.
It can pull you far away from home
With a dream in your heart youre never alone.
Dreams turn into dust and blow away
And there you are without a friend
You pack your car and ride away
Ive got lots of friends in san jose
Do you know the way to san jose?
Cant wait to get back to san jose.
song performed by by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
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Solidarity Song
Peoples of the world, together
Join to serve the common cause!
So it feeds us all for ever
See to it that it's now yours.
Forward, without forgetting
Where our strength can be seen now to be!
When starving or when eating
Forward, not forgetting
Our solidarity!
Black or white or brown or yellow
Leave your old disputes behind.
Once start talking with your fellow
Men, you'll soon be of one mind.
Forward, without forgetting
Where our strength can be seen now to be!
When starving or when eating
Forward, not forgetting
Our solidarity!
If we want to make this certain
We'll need you and your support.
It's yourselves you'll be deserting
if you rat your own sort.
Forward, without forgetting
Where our strength can be seen now to be!
When starving or when eating
Forward, not forgetting
Our solidarity!
All the gang of those who rule us
Hope our quarrels never stop
Helping them to split and fool us
So they can remain on top.
Forward, without forgetting
Where our strength can be seen now to be!
When starving or when eating
Forward, not forgetting
Our solidarity!
Workers of the world, uniting
Thats the way to lose your chains.
Mighty regiments now are fighting
That no tyrrany remains!
Forward, without forgetting
Till the concrete question is hurled
When starving or when eating:
Whose tomorrow is tomorrow?
And whose world is the world?
poem by Bertolt Brecht
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Winds Blow Those Lows To Go
I want to choose my element,
As music.
And select you to be,
Within each lyric that's composed.
I feel you destined to reach clear highs.
After riding wild on those lows.
Refusing to look up,
At a cloudless sky...
Without clouding shadows.
I want to choose my element,
As music.
And select you to be,
Within each lyric that's composed.
I feel the light sparkle as you dance.
Romancing to enhance the environment.
As if you have kicked up gold dust,
To paint my dreary bouts...
In accepting rays of Sunshine.
I want to choose my element,
As music.
I do.
The chemistry would be so harmonic.
With melodies to skip in lush green meadows.
I want to choose my element,
As music.
And select you to be,
Within each lyric that's composed.
I feel you destined to reach clear highs.
After riding wild on those lows.
And those,
Sentimantal memories...
Your mind stays fixed to fill
With hopeful wishes to recapture.
I want to choose my element,
As music.
And select you to be,
Within each lyric that's composed.
I feel you destined to reach clear highs.
After riding wild on those lows.
Winds blow those lows...
To go!
Winds blow those lows...
To go!
To go!
Winds blow those lows...
To go!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every cent we earn from Crocodile Hunter goes straight back into conservation. Every single cent.
quote by Steve Irwin
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50 Cent
'I will kill you like a snake',
'I will roast you like a chicken',
'I will fry you like a plantain',
So roll, roll, roll your boat when,
You have a killer gun in your pocket.
I was born in the ghetto,
With the status of poverty without a fish;
I was taught in the ghettto,
With much tears than hope;
I was brought up in the ghetto,
Without the Statue of Liberty to salute;
So roll your boat with the gun in your pocket but,
Who is ther to cover up your actions?
I was taught in a mud-house,
Without slippers on my feet;
That's the kind of society i cam from.
I had my education on the streets with,
Fights, Hunger and Starvation to crown the day;
But your killer gun in your pocket will,
Give you up one day.
Taught by the street lived by the streets,
Learned by the streets and loved by the streets,
Married by the street and of the cluster of a phobia!
But this way was part of my maturity;
That is why i do not respect the gun in your pocket.
Stealing and looting and of the plans to make the move,
But as a Human-Being who lives on 50 Cent a day!
Oh life in the ghetto,
And with the status of poverty without a fish;
But just roll your boat with a merry on your face,
For life to me was just like the mountain of snakes!
Oh life's fair fountain that eluded me,
Stealing and looting and of the plans to make it work always;
But i was just living on 50 Cent a day!
Joy to me was like the roasting of a chicken and,
Hope to me was like the killing of a rabbit;
And of an excellent value for many when one dies,
But peace to me was like the frying of plantains.
We still have leaders ruling us but,
We were still mulling to make a case like a courageous leader;
But to live on 50 Cent a day in the ghetto was all that we have,
And of the cluster of a phobia of things around us!
Life in the ghetto and living on 50 Cent a day,
It was like life on the run with the bullets behind us;
And at times it was like the straw on a camel's back,
With the negativity of life to meet all the time!
Like the golden cup whose shock aroused,
We were just living to survive;
Like half-naked young lovers who called for help,
When one equals to a temper of heroic hearts;
Life in the ghetto,
But all along i do manage with 50 Cent a day!
For the peace of one's mind was with questions all the time.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Space Between Us
An eternity passed by me,
Unwilling, I watched it go
In the fog of reticence
Hovering elusively
Over the space between us,
Compounding the misery
Of your absence
And my absence...
You could not hear me
Calling you aloud
With my eagle's eyes
But then I realized
That you following me
With yours...
All the blurry distance
Of the divided highway
Muffling the sound
Of my soft voice...
I wanted us to travel together
And I thought you asked me
To be your man
But you did not speak
And I did not speak either!
Nothing was mentioned,
So, nothing was clear,
I turned away again
And to the familiar place
Where I deeply cried!
This painful agony
Became the irony of life!
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Up until, really, Roosevelt, African-Americans largely voted ninety per cent Republican. That was the political origins, that's what their political voice was in the Republican party. During that history, that last sixty or seventy years of history, the Republican party effectively walked away from the community. They were afraid to really embrace civil rights even though they embraced civil rights legislation. And so it's not enough to just to put it on paper, you gotta actually show up and be in the community, and understand what that struggle was really about.
quote by Michael Steele
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A Time Machine Mind!
Human mind, dreams, vision and imagination
Can transport one forward and backward in time.
Mind is the time machine to go to past and future
But time never goes backward but only forward;
Also, time never goes in circle but only straight!
Recollection of past is possible in the present;
Visualization of future is possible in the present;
But one cannot go to the past or future ever now!
Hour glass can show the time like clock of today
But it cannot bring back the past to reality now
Or bring to our vision the future of world now!
Mind is the time machine that can read history;
Mind is the same machine to see the future too;
But time never goes to the past but only to future!
poem by Ramesh T A
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99 Lbs
Written by: d. bryant
Twenty-five pounds of pure cane sugar
Shes got in each and every kiss
You wouldnt know what Im talking bout
If you never had a love like this
Well, I dont mean to be frank with you all
Its a natural fact
Good things come wrapped up in small, small packages now
Well you cant argue with that
Oh, oh, yeah
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul, oh, oh
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Twenty-five pounds of tenderness
She got in each and every touch
Twenty-five pounds of understanding my woman
cause I was the one running round town worrying too much
Twenty-four pounds of sunday
That I cant see, yeah
And it all adds up to ninety-nine big pounds
Oh, Im talking about a feline friend
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
Ninety-nine pounds of natural born goodness
Ninety-nine pounds of soul
song performed by by Black Crowes
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Don't Commence Lamenting
Discuss,
You must.
But distrust your rush,
To judgement.
Or...
Laments commenced.
That don't pay your mortgage,
Or rent.
That's pending.
Don't lament!
Discuss,
You must.
But distrust your rush,
To judgement.
Or...
Laments commenced.
Or anyone who doesn't pay,
A single cent...
Back,
You lend them!
Don't commence lamenting...
Anyone who doesn't pay a single cent back,
You lend them.
Don't lament...
Anyone who doesn't pay a single cent back,
You lend them.
Don't commence lamenting...
Anyone who doesn't pay a single cent back,
You lend them.
Don't lament...
Anyone who doesn't pay a single cent back,
You lend them.
Don't commence lamenting...
Anyone who doesn't pay a single cent back,
You lend them.
Just,
Don't do it again!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Time Before Time (Love Poem)
I sometimes go back to my time before time
The past was over and the future was yet to begin
All moments since merged in a jumble of living
Slipping like sand through my fingers each day
Could I have known what the future would bring?
All the highs, the lows, the loves and the hates
Does it seem possible that all of this stuff
Just happened to me without reason or rhyme?
But when I look at my boys who weren’t even born
Those unforgettable ripples in the pool of my life
I know then that everything is real and worthwhile.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Outta Control
[Intro- 50 Cent]
Yeah
Shady
Aftermath
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I guess ya didn't know
I make you beg for more
Everybody's on the floor
Goin', goin' outta control
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Set it off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set if off
[Verse 1]
Sick with it boy, better get wit it what
In the club, I get it goin' goin' uhh
Just move it to the music its on
To the sound of 50 & D.R.E.
Everythings calculated in time percised
Never move another mill let's get right aight
This test is my ?? choice I'm high off life
Feelin' lucky enough to bet it all on the dice
Shorty do what you wanna do
Hit the dance floor, move how you wanna move
Later on, we can cruise if you wanna cruise
Its whatever you want, the fact is I got more than I flaunt
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I do my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got 'em goin', goin' outta control
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Set it off from your left dawg
Set if off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set it off
[Verse 2]
System thumpin', dance floor jumpin'
We thirty deep in this bitch, we stuntin'
Thats what you get, you in my hood
I thought you understood
You know me, VIP, no ID
Bottles in DP, I do it real BIG
Bitches break their necks to be where I be
Take 'em to ecstacy without ecstacy
I'm the chef, you need a hit, I got the recipe
Doc got the antedote and send the drugs in the nose
Can you feel it, Em said for me to make ya feel it
And remind you that you rockin' with the realest
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I do my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got 'em goin', goin' outta control
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Set it off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set it off
[Verse 3]
I'm hot boy, I'm burnin' up
I do my thang in the club with the burner tounge
Till the speakers all blown we gon' turn it up
And do that damn thang, yeah do that mayn
Shorty, hit me high, then hit me low
Get to poppin' and shakin' that thang on the flo'
A little dose of it, now I want some more
No body put that thang on me like that before
I be a fiend for it, its the way you move
But I ain't payin' for it, cause I ain't no fool
If you okay with it, tonight I'll stay with it
Hit the telly, play wit it, in a major way get it
[Chorus- 50 Cent]
I do my thang in the club
Every chance I get, I tear it up
Dance floor, jam-packed
I got 'em goin', goin' outta control
[Bridge- 50 Cent]
Set if off from your left dawg
Set it off from your right dawg
Set it off nigga I said set it off
song performed by by 50 Cent
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Where Are You?
Where are you my love?
Hiding behind the Moon
Or perhaps you are
Hiding in the very bottom
Of the deep Sea?
It seems I can only find you in parts
But never as a whole!
Are you afraid of our destiny?
As a happy couple together?
I am finally convinced
That you are the woman
Of my precious dream!
How do I know?
Accidentally, I heard
Your dear friends whispering
That you said loud and clear
I was your dreamed man!
But where the heck are you?
It seems I cannot find you
As a whole anywhere in the World!
I am very sure that you are the one:
I can sense your bewitching aroma
In the dew caressing
The flowers of my garden
Every single morning when I wake up,
While in the clear nights,
I can see the beauty
Of your dark and sparkling eyes,
In the shining stars!
I have discovered the secret
Of your unique smiles
On the radiant face of the Moon…
I have found someone
That incredibly resembles you
And believe me, my love,
She almost fooled me!
But she lacks the essence of you!
I can clearly hear your sweet voice
Traveling along with the wind!
As you can see, my dear love!
I find you in parts
But where are you as a whole?
Please, tell me of your whereabouts
And like a shooting star,
I will come to your rescue and together,
Make this dream come true!
Once and for all!
Where are you?
I cannot wait any longer!
Time is passing by rapidly
Just like the wind!
We are missing the boat!
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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