Consensual
You left behind touchstones
when I was inventing another zero.
Black and white, sobering transparency
was reclaiming the mandate of dust.
Barefoot lambs were clamouring for ethics
in forbidden land. The sun shrinks the
clouds to distribute equally, the landscape in
a vibrant consolidation. The small mouths
start resembling you. Something
unimaginable was happening in a diaspora
of maniacs. Interactive and dauntless,
I put my neck on guillotine, unfevered,
for the beheading of truth, in times
of false hopes and unturned stones.
poem by Satish Verma
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Interactive
Are u ready?
Picked up my paper 2day
Give u one guess what they say
Now we got 2 learn how 2 play
Interactive
Another cross in need of a road
Another loop in need of a hole
Another body in need of a soul
Interactive
Aint that a bitch?
Chorus:
Tell me what 2 do and Ill do it
I dont care just as long as we get 2 it
Up and down, around and all through it
Baby, baby, baby, lets do it
Interactive
Everything u got is so hot (interactive)
Bend me over what choice I got (interactive)
Neck and neck with u I am not
Interactive
Ahh, hey there baby, hook me up into your box
No no, I dont need the keys 2 the lock
Call me outta of luck laughin stock
Interactive
Oh, aint that a bitch?
Chorus
(as long as we get 2 it, 2 it, 2 it)
Yeah, yeah
I work twice as hard (interactive, interactive)
2 follow u no matter how far
2 u Im probably worth no more than the strings on this guitar
Aint that a bitch?
Ow!
Interactive
Oh, oh
One more, one more
song performed by by Prince
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The Final Painting
The white cloud passed over the land
there is sea always round the land
the sky is blue always above the cloud
the cloud in the blue continues to move
- nothing is limited by the canvas or frame -
the white cloud can be pictured like any
other clouds or like a fist of wool
or a white fur rose
The white cloud passes a shadow across
the landscape and so there is a passing greyness
The grey and the white both envelop
the watcher until he too is drawn into the picture
It is all a journey from a room through a door
down stairs and out into the street
The cloud could possess the house
The watchers have a mutual confidence
with the approaching string of white clouds
It is beyond spoken words what they are
silently mouthing to the sky
There was no mystery in this - only the firm
outline of people in overcoats on a hillside
and the line of clouds above them
The sky is blue The cloud white with touches
of grey - the rest - the landscape below -
can be left to the imagination
The whole painting quietly dissolved itself
into its surrounding clouds
poem by Lee Harwood
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12. Moonlight River
Black horse, strolling alone, to the river
He lowers his neck and drinks the water
Black clouds, shading the rays from the sky
White horse, treading alone, to the river
She lowers her neck and drinks the water
Black clouds, fusing the shadow into the night
Gradually the clouds disperse, and the moon
Shines warmly on the black horse
It lifts up its head and looks around
The white horse has disappeared.
(Aug 23,2004)
poem by Eugene Issaus
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White Skin Black Heart
Yeah, whatcha gonna do now, now that you started?
Whatcha gonna do now, now that its done?
The words got out there, they float around and are coming right back down.
You gonna leave us lying here
Dealing with the consequences of a bad sound
Of a bad sound.
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
Whatcha gonna do now, that its spoken?
These words of a habit, have not faded away.
.................... it clear, conscious gets opened like a wound.
If you cant concieve a better line and better times,
Then let silence bury you, in the end.
When you feel it, when you feel it
Youre condemned.
You see, youve lost your strangle on the freedom road! you
Think ........................of something a long time ago! you
[spewed it out you were so] insecure! it was like ............. on
The toilet floor! youre a [nine seat] drunk, ............... and
You say you want something, .......... you heard the rednecks
Roaring for blood and then they wanted more! life was so small, you
Couldnt get enough. you made a start.
White skin black heart
Dripping,
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
Drag your eyes from [aurora] black heart!
White skin black heart
Drag your leg, get outta here [my sight]!
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
You didnt have to start
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Will I ever know
The pavement scars of too many steps
Dead corner end stones certificates of dust
The world's just a mark or a place to be
Like countries I live in and those I just travel
The streets will know no difference at all
City dived strongthoughts temporary links
Arteries reaching the nights of beating blood
In a slut's curse stuck in a mirror broken lipstick
Lost in a kiss and the sounds of cars
Acting a movement inventing the bridges
The roads that there are to roll the rocks of heart
Like pearls of white dust against the concrete
Have I dreamt of this when the nights came close
Have I touched the walls or they have touched me
Through the haunting halls some sunlight to see
There was a point at which
To remove the sky meant finding
The shelterless that understood
Intricate patchworks on the blanket
They ate the morsels of clouds
Served from the hands full of curves and winds
Lost in a handshake and the sound of voices
Acting the speech inventing the words
For a no thing to come and grasp
The whispers are there just to seal the boxes
For a postman mute to deliver a sign
Everyone will talk to the sky
I'm sure everyone will try to talk to the sky
And the blankets torn will hear
Have I dreamt this when the nights came close
Have I given a hand it's been given to me
In no city land just a touch to be
Will I ever know
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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White Clouds
White clouds
Morphing wonderfully
Watch those bears
Changing into
Rows of elephants
Shaping like
A frail old man standing
Rearranging into children
Playing with balloons.
White clouds
Sway on cradle of the wind
Occasionally shrivel
With toil and sadness
At times inflate
With joy and gladness
Never forget
Heaven nor earth
They lie pendent
Between the two worlds.
White clouds
Strolling since eternity
Telling strange fables
Of grand olden dwellings
With a world of ancient souls
When there was nothing, but
A fluid of light,
A landscape of mist
And a suspended caravan
Of several ages.
White clouds, now
Moulding into sombre faces, become
Storms sulking on the horizon.
Thousands of maladies thrive
Above and underneath the land.
White clouds
Course through hearts,
Surging in
The plasma flow of vessels.
(1990, Translated by Sameer Ahmed, Translation reviewed by Lillian Thomas)
poem by Naseer Ahmed Nasir
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Give The Radio Back
Hey teacher, what are you trying to do?
I'm getting tired of livin' in this zoo
You slap me in the face and you knock me down
You beat my head right in to the ground
I've never felt this way before
I can't take it no more
So give the radio back
Yeah, give the radio back
Give the radio back to the maniacs
Well, there's a party going on outside
All my friends got ya terrified
Don't call no cops or the state police
Don't break up this blown out symphony
You think I'm wasting all my precious time
You say my music oughta be a crime
Well, give the radio back
Give the radio back
Yeah, give the radio back to the maniacs
To the maniacs
I never ever felt this way before
Ain't gonna take it no more
Yeah, give the radio
Give the radio back
Give the radio back to the maniacs
To the maniacs
Yeah, give the radio to the maniacs
Give the radio to the maniacs
Give it, give it, give the radio
To the maniacs
The little maniacs, you're all maniacs
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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What Stones Tell
What stones Tell
I follow a track in the landscape see stones dug up of soil. Clay clings
to them they look unhappy and exposed in the daylight. Need of a good
shower but there will not be rain for a while. Not that it matters this year
they will be churned into grit. They have been in dreamy limbo for eons,
the dream they dreamt will be a whisper in the wind. So walk softly and
listen well. TV, is full of trivial politics, photogenic, men in silk suits, easily
talk, they are our leaders of tomorrow. False promises will be forgotten,
dream time over when stark light of truth beckons. But their mendacity
and false dawns will murmur in the wind...
poem by Oskar Hansen
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In my book I specifically discussed the structural nature of injustice and offered Nine Touchstones of Goddess ethics as an alternative to the Ten Commandments of Biblical religion.
quote by Carol P. Christ
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Turning White Into Black
Deep inside their strong stubborn skulls,
and ev’n in their glitt’ring eyeballs,
they really know that black is black,
no way white will be black –
ev’n when they attempt to burn it to black,
its ashes cannot be black but grey.
But for the thirty silv’rs they want to receive,
they, from their basket mouths that can nev’r
hold on a dropp of wat’r,
say that white is not white but dark black.
Lies are now their Messiah here,
and their odour are their John, the forerunner;
Justice but their Israelites in Egypt!
Their hands are cloth’d with mess,
making all their body smell shit, shit of lies:
in the scept’r, it is there;
in the cross, it is there,
not ev’n our homes are spar’d of this mess.
They know that white is white,
for their eyes are not blind;
neith’r are they, themselves, confus’d,
but their greedy mouths have made it so,
turning justice to injustice!
poem by Eche Ononukwe
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Counting
When you were rolling in dust,
a puritan said, truth was me.
It was getting dark in Himalayas.
Black words, black themes.
You have started a journey in daylight
in a hot desert of fear.
Tormented, because of the heat
of arguments. Mimicry makes you sick.
Mocking birds fly straight for lofty peaks.
Self-denial was hurting sometimes
against copious rewards and generous handouts,
like pinned on a totem.
The happening must start
with hidden promises of price.
poem by Satish Verma
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To Digress The Law
How long will this be in the heart of the prophets?
For the prophets who prophesy lies are still around my people;
And i have seen them making up schemes to digress the law,
And devising a plan to dissuade my people! !
How long shall this be?
Yet still, they say that all is well;
And where are the ethics of my people? !
For the false prophets around have captured their minds.
Positive is the way ahead and truth is beautiful,
But for the lack of knowledge my people perish in your hands;
And the whole world is deceived as at now,
But these false prophets say that all is well.
We are now in the state of dilemma without control,
But blessed is the one whose eyes do see;
So chisel out the tablets and tell them the truth,
For how long shall they lead my people in the dark? !
The truth is always beside us if only if we will look around for it,
And it is like the muse of my love in the land of peace;
So be very wise on this earth before it is too late,
For not all that glitters around you is gold.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Truth Decay
Have you noticed how much easier,
it is to tell when someone’s lying?
Do you really believe George Bush?
Do you really believe John McCain,
Paulson, Obama, Pelosi, Palin or Cheney?
Is it because the Sun shines more brightly,
on those that scurry around in darkness?
Sunshine promotes transparency.
Transparency treats truth decay.
Seek and speak truth…
“The truth shall set you free”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Traces of my touch
I've pushed the borders
I left the stations
The trains are equally sad
The passengers equally busy
I've crossed the moonlight
I've swum the seas
The drops are equally wet
The depths are equally low
I've touched the treetops
I've opened the nests
The boughs are equally fragile
The root is equally deep
Nothing has changed
But the traces of my touch
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Downward Course
He who says what is not, goes to hell; he also who, having done a thing, says I have not done it. After death both are equal, they are
men with evil deeds in the next world.
Many men whose shoulders are covered with the yellow gown are ill-conditioned and unrestrained; such evil-doers by their evil deeds go to hell.
Better it would be to swallow a heated iron ball, like flaring fire, than that a bad unrestrained fellow should live on the charity of the land.
Four things does a wreckless man gain who covets his neighbour's wife,-a bad reputation, an uncomfortable bed, thirdly, punishment, and lastly, hell.
There is bad reputation, and the evil way (to hell), there is the short pleasure of the frightened in the arms of the frightened, and the king imposes heavy punishment; therefore let no man think of his neighbour's wife.
As a grass-blade, if badly grasped, cuts the arm, badly-practised asceticism leads to hell.
An act carelessly performed, a broken vow, and hesitating obedience to discipline, all this brings no great reward.
If anything is to be done, let a man do it, let him attack it vigorously! A careless pilgrim only scatters the dust of his passions
more widely.
An evil deed is better left undone, for a man repents of it afterwards; a good deed is better done, for having done it, one does not repent.
Like a well-guarded frontier fort, with defences within and without, so let a man guard himself. Not a moment should escape, for they who allow the right moment to pass, suffer pain when they are in hell.
They who are ashamed of what they ought not to be ashamed of, and are not ashamed of what they ought to be ashamed of, such men,
embracing false doctrines enter the evil path.
They who fear when they ought not to fear, and fear not when they ought to fear, such men, embracing false doctrines, enter the evil
path.
They who forbid when there is nothing to be forbidden, and forbid not when there is something to be forbidden, such men, embracing false doctrines, enter the evil path.
They who know what is forbidden as forbidden, and what is not forbidden as not forbidden, such men, embracing the true doctrine,
enter the good path.
poem by Gautama Buddha
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Dust 2...
If dust could only talk
What would we hear it say?
Before it's brushed aside
Just as it's swept away
It's just the evidence
It's of no consequence
It's only flesh and bone
Why don't you leave it alone?
If dust could only speak
Caught in a falling beam
If dust could only cry
If dust could only scream
For it's the single witness that might testify
Could I spit out the truth?
Or would you rather just swallow a lie?
But dust is always caught behind a coat of pain
Beneath the marble fingernails of kings and saints
And in the theatre curtain where they hang a drape
Or in the ticket pocket where your hands escape
Before they start to wander
Or they start to shrink
You rub your eye a little and appear to blink
And then she caught you staring
She knows what you're thinking
What got into you is not a ghost as such
It was just dust
Here comes the juggernaut
Here come The Poisoners
They choke the life and land
And rob the joy from us
Why do they taste of sugar?
Oh, when they're made of money
Here come the Lamb of God
And the butcher's boy, Sonny
Well, I believe we just
Become a speck of dust
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Cry Clouds Cry (Haiti Tribute)
Cry clouds cry
tears from the heaven
showers the land as many die
so cry clouds cry
Bodies piled up in count
as many died
earth trembled beneath feet
as the heavens abide
so cry clouds cry
Children left with no hope
families broken apart
left a void in our heart
as masses quake and buildings
shake as relationships break
so cry clouds cry
Black rain fall from the sky
as to many die
all cause of so much lies
so cry clouds cry
It hurts to know you care
and for that we always hold you near
thousand left this world but we still bear
as the voice of the nation we began to hear
so cry clouds cry
Let your voice be heard
though it was observed
it brought our nation together
and that was well deserved
so cry clouds cry
poem by Robert Roberts
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The various modes of worship which prevailed in the Roman world were all considered by the people as equally true; by the philosopher as equally false; and by the magistrate as equally useful.
quote by Edward Gibbon
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The various modes of worship, which prevailed in the Roman world, were all considered by the people as equally true by the philosopher, as equally false and by the magistrate, as equally useful.
quote by Edward Gibbon
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Migration
Migration
In this rich flat landscape there are no stones they had to
travel to the far mountain and with mule and cart it was
a long arduous journey. Stones were only used as base for
houses and as grave stones, but since these were stolen
so this practice ended, the dead had to do with wooden
crosses which tend to rot when it rains. Farmers buried
their stones under a mass of soil, for safety mounds of
them dotted the flat landscape and made it less monotone.
Modern time, a railway line stretches across the land and
ends in a haze were the mountain begins, stones are now
a common thing, way, all and sundry has one, the poorest
even have gravelled strewn back yards. A clever man decided
to open a rise and sell stones a souvenir as a memory of
the past, when life was idyllic, but he found a mass grave,
not only human skeletons but also household goods, toys
and musical instruments.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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