Attitude Affirmed Consequences
people as accident magnets
people as disease magnets
people as shit happens magnets
due in part to physical conditions
due in part to mental conditions
due in part to psyche choice states
the human spirit or soul
the human mind centre of
habit thought behavior
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Freak Magnet
Some magnets attract
some magnets repel
some magnets say
hey hey, what the hell
I'll take it both ways
first you come and
then you go
and then you turn around
and P. A. Y. S.
it stays yes it stays no
I don't know what
you're doing here
I don't even want you near
seem like a seem
like a uhhh ....
I'm a I'm a
I'm a freak magnet
I'm a freak magnet
I'm a freak magnet
I'm a freak magnet
and I'm calling all the
freaks from the
freak freak planet
I'm a freak magnet
well the birds of a feather
will fly and flock together
and the letter will
come whether
it's good or bad weather
there's a cut on my knees
cause I need to freeze
and there's a cord
on my coat
cause i need to
cut the rope
and you're talking
like sleaze
and you're looking
like disease
seem like a seem
like a uhh...
(Chorus)
I don't wanna
date you ooo
i don't want to rape you ooo
I don't want to kiss you ooo
i will never
miss you because
some magnets repel
and some magnets
attract and some
magnets retreat and
then attack attack
attack
i want it both ways
first i come and
then you go
and you're the one
of us who pays
who says yes? i say no!
(chorus)
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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My Big Bro
We spend hours together
like best buds do.
Know how the saying goes,
you laugh, I laugh.
We share something more
special than normal families.
We are friends in my
world.
You and I both know
I'm crazy
and I make your head hurt.
But I know you
believe in me.
Magnets clash together
you can pull them apart.
Eventually they will clash
and be together again.
Thats me and you
two magnets that seem to clash
once in a while we will be pulled apart.
Eventually we will clash
together again.
My big brother
and everything to me.
People might think they've
figured you out
deep down I know they
shouldnt unpredict you.
No matter what you will
always cease to amaze me.
poem by Chantel Braatz
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Magnets
Like yin and yang
people are magnets to each other
like feet to quicksand.
Set up in soul's contract
you play your life's dvd to keep on track.
Now you have options too-
God gives you free will is within you.
So make the outcome as happy as can be
you control your destiny.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Business Cards
People have those business cards
printed every day.
They give them out to others
who mostly throw them away.
Some have magnets on the back.
You can find them everywhere.
I use them to hold pictures up
and yeah, I know they're there.
But I don't ever read them.
I've forgotten who they're from.
There's even one with my name.
My refrigerator is overcome.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Churchs' Magnet
I'm fighting the magnet
I can't go inside
Someone, please tell me, why?
I'm being pulled back
By an opposite force
Fighting constantly within my self
How can I work there?
Not reaching my goal
The doors are open
I can't get through
I know how to pray
To serve my higher power
Though I seem to lose it
When I look at the people
Going there
Magnets that do not attract
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Hatred
It displaces the spirit of love
It exists in the darkiest room of one's heart
It hardens a soft heart into a solid rock
The heart that once preached love
Now consumed by its own desires
What profit shall a man gain by detesting others
Like magnets of like poles you repel each other
Hatred like an acid it wears out your heart
It is your heart that is hurt in return
But the victim goes on happily
Your super hatred makes your heart inferior
Successful people you dislike
Unity among people you dislike
The only thing that you enjoy doing is
the antithesis of love
poem by Moffat Mbuzi
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Tis Part Of Human Nature
I take them as i meet them of people i must say
And if some disrespect me in kind them i repay
Respect me and I'll respect you in that i do believe
'Tis part of human nature to return what you receive.
'Tis part of human nature for to like words of praise
A big boost to the ego and our spirits it does raise
Kinds words they make us happy when nice things one to us say
To feel flattered by the compliment that is our human way.
Some criticisms of us we see as quite unfair
And damage by lies done to one's character is quite hard to repair
Those who tell you that mud sticks are saying what is true
Never lie about another and give everyone their due.
'Tis part of human nature to stick by your own kind
Football fans in art galleries you are not likely to find
You show disrespect to someone that person will not respect you
And what you do to others unto you they will do.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Theres Times When I think
There are time when
I think that maybe if
I opened up more to people
And was more sociable
Then maybe people
Might actually like me
And I would have alot more friends
People can extremely judgemental
And when you don't give them much
To go off of they can greatly misjudge you
It's no flaw on anyones part
It's just human nature
I would like to get
To know more people
And make more friends
But the possibility that they
Actually won't like me still exist
And I'm scared by it too much
I'm overly critical of myself
And I think I have a million character flaws
And I'm not that interesting
And I expect people to see me the same way
Even though people almost never see me
The way i see myself
Proper Prayer
Pray for the other man, holding his task in your hands,
Due to the expedition of the soul and its colleagues;
Fixing a pressure wherever the habit is profound,
Making sure the survival of another human being,
Is totally correct, walking is of this morning
With happy air as you have corrected, finer people
Who witness your cruel number of teachings.
Prayers bring joy to the believer,
Like no other prayer has been performed,
Other than the one you have accosted for the sake
Of the One you have believed in, trusted and never forsaken.
Pray for Him who indulges in no sin, carries venom
And eats a part of the plant, a part of the dessert
And one condiment a day.
No other prayer is to be performed,
Just only your soul is in turnabout.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Rhythm Nation
with music by our side
to break the color lines
let's work together
to improve our way of life
join voices in protest
to social injustice
ageneration full of courage
come forth with me
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right(sing it)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
this is the test
no struggle no progress
lend a hand to help
your brother do his best
thinds are getting worse
we have to make them better
it's time to give a damn
let's work together...come on...
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing)
we are a part of the rhythm nation(people)
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right(sing it)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing it)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right
we are a part of the rhythm nation
say it people
say it to me
say it to me if you want a better way of life
say it people
say it to me
say it to me if you want a better way of life
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world today
are we lookink for a better way of life(sing)
we are a part of the rhythm nation
people of the world unite
strength in numbers we can get it right
we are a part of the rhythm nation
(rhythm nation) yeah
song performed by by Janet Jackson from Rhythm Nation 1814
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Human Puzzle
human are like puzzle
there's some part filling
and there's some part missing
so they can't help to fulfill each other
some part fit well
some part unconnected
but they never give up to try untill
some part falling
and some part making
they know there is always sacrifice
they know it'll hurt
but they can do nothing if only alone
so in their uncertain path of life
they keep walking
they keep searching
a place where they are perfectly matching
in a giant puzzle
of God's creation
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Part Of The Wall
I know you just don't fit in,
I know no one likes you,
I know what you are going through.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
You were born with superpowers,
The ones that make you invisible girl,
You look at your self and say ugly,
But when I do I see beauty.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
You just love your self,
Cause you don't fit in,
Yeah, I know what that fells like.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
Close your eyes,
And think of the friends you have,
Laughing with you,
You are popular in my eyes.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
You are the wall paper,
Reds, green, and blue,
You might never fit in,
But don't worry,
I'll be friends with you.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
Ohhhhhhh
La, la, la, la, la
Ohhhhhhh
La, la, la, la, la
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
poem by Brianna King
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Falling in Love with a Prostitute
Would it be cruel to myself
If I were to fall in love
If we meet in her room
At two or three in the morning
After a telephone call.
I’m not one to be rude
Nor judgmental;
I’m not a person of prestige
Working his way
Through sophisticated ladies.
Loneliness and sorrow
Are delicately beautiful;
Dark eyes and hopelessness
Are magnets for the depressed,
I’m often obsessed
With people sadder than me.
And perhaps, it would be best
To know up front
My girl was sleeping
With all my friends.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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If my kid couldn't draw I'd make sure that my kitchen magnets didn't work.
quote by Mitch Hedberg
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This be the last time we use the phrase 'Slumdog
We, as Indians, have reasons
To be proud of having
Created history by the film
“Slumdog Millionaire”
At the same time, we, as human beings,
Have to have hung our heads for
Having created slums
Slum, as it means
An overcrowded area of a city,
Where the housing is in a very bad condition
And people live in unhygienic conditions
With no basic facilities
And who created slums,
Not the people residing there
But those whose greed has brought
These slum dwellers into these
Unfit-for-living conditions
The technicalities employed in
Filming this movie deserve all praise
While the different ways of living
Of the slum dwellers equally deserve attention
Of the entire human race
For correction and improvement
The film was declared to be
The best-directed
While the slum tribes have no directions
And they have no one to direct
The film was declared to be
The best film
While the slum where the film was shot
Is the worst place
For any human being
Let the recognition of the film
Bring to light the plight of slumdogs
To the fore
And let the human race do everything
Possible to move these people
Out of the slums, wherever they are,
And to help them live a decent, if not better, living
We shall be doing a great service
If this becomes the last ever time
We use this phrase “Slumdog”
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The prison of poverty...
Freedom in our land not gives us enough food,
Freedom in our land not has enough work,
Freedom in our land creates the lazy cowards,
Freedom in our land not worth to have power of people,
Believe me that we are free to do anything that could,
Walking through the streets to find out the meaning,
Of acquired freedom that we have to materialize nothing.
What a rush is this, human have no direction to go towards,
What a mad rat race is it, that human take part in it,
What a planner are these people,
who neglect the people in their planning,
What type of freedom is it that put,
minds of people in the prison of poverty?
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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In part by their apathy, in part by their passivity, and in part actively, these masses of people make possible the catastrophes under which they themselves suffer more than anybody else. To stress this guilt on the part of masses of people, to hold them solely responsible, means to take them seriously. On the other hand, to commiserate masses of people as victims, means to treat them as small, helpless children. The former is the attitude held by genuine freedom-fighters; the latter the attitude held by the power-thirsty politicians.
quote by Wilhelm Reich
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My friends say, 'Man you're going to have kids sleeping on pillowcases with your face on it! You're going to be on toothbrushes and magnets and stuff.' I guess now that I'm a dad, I'm thrilled about that.
quote by Hugh Jackman
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People of all colors living here
Or visiting in this country
Are cowardly in not admitting over and over
Their part of causing illness,
Disease to all skinned tone people,
They do this by using sweetened words,
Alcohol, drugs, group attendances,
Unknown usage of drugs that weaken the thought process.
This puts them into bedroom rape taking away their lights to happiness.
This causes all around them to do more cowardly crimes,
Which causes all the people harm.
Many of the people are left not able to defend themselves or be believed
There are people in disease and illness that aren't even aware of it
From this rape of their thoughts!
poem by Kathleen A. Boyd
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There Is No Such Thing As Writer's Block
i am part of the
lousy writers' club
restless people
with nothing to do
but write
hopeless cases
of paranoia
biting their pens
speeding their fingers
on the keys
without much thought
whether
people believe in their
causes
we are part of this
useless endeavor
the objective of which
is only to express
and not really to impress
i am part of the lousy people
our business is to write and write
and writer's block is
a crime
we write not really to impress
but only to express
we are depressed
we are oppressed
we are obsessed
to a fly and wasp and
termites and trite
we are not afraid of our
own self infected cliches.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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