Humanitarian Help Sly Given Flies Well Ordered
cobweb spun over sight eye
scan is a three dimensional pilot’s
scope hung upon a perspex canopy
advancing technology allows
vision to span far horizons at hyper speed
few have authorized privileges to target
distances with such chilling precise speed
with politics bitter fruits hidden agendas
renders a nation’s stealth ploy technological
achievements apex ace aviator abilities alas
subservient puppet planes to oiled war greed
a NATO no fly zone imposed to gain new fields
of shifting sand conceals access oil tanker port
taken possessions necessary to milk oil profits
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Prophetic Dreams Vision Non Disclosure
Planned out written in inner cycle mind
never executed in non classified copy hard
mission stealth ultra prophetic ploy dreams
invasion Libya NATO propaganda tactics
newsreal realities to be BBC coverage news
perception of public reception to target plans
secret agendas not revealed zero exposures
no fly zone foot in door exploits opportunities?
Causation expansion remapping former Arab oil allies
war on terrorism allows extensive Muslim dominations
resistant independence repercussions future martyr haunts
world political domination versus ancient Bible code goals.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Hyperspeed
Moving out nine times the speed of sound... Target...
I've got ??? locked on
Lets jet out, well goose at hyperspeed
I got the beat, I got the beat
And thats all we need
Hyper, hyp-, hyper, hyper
Hyper, hyp-, hyper, hyper
Hyper, hyp-, hyper, hyper
Lets jet out, well goose at hyperspeed
I got the beat, I got the beat
And thats all we need
song performed by by Prodigy
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Einstein Never Wasted Time
Einstein never wasted time
contemplating the future
he said it came soon enough.
Who has technological certificates
and post graduate qualifications
above choice original degree majors?
Studies which you can also do
one day when as you decide
on your specialist future studies.
Which will be in universal diversities
empowered educational achievements
authenticity ownership personal status.
Authorized evidence of applied abilities
proof of mind prepared for journeys
into study fields of realities experiences.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Sonnet: Knowledge Changes Fast
Today’s knowledge gets outmoded so fast;
The corpus gets renewed in shorter span;
What’s relevant today is a thing of past;
There is a need to updat for each man.
Today’s new books just last for fewer years,
As frontiers of knowledge widen farther;
Technology can make one par with seers;
The horizons move with changing weather.
How much a brain can take? No one can say;
The world has shrunk as travel speeds are high;
Can light’s-speed barrier, man break some day?
Even the stars and planets look now nigh!
Alas! Soul’s needs remain always the same;
Man sins, forgetting God- indeed a shame!
8-31-2001
poem by John Celes
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Empires Engage Roll Out New Map Exploitation
how easily is humanity lost
in flying wars of oiled invasion
in high tech hate flown destruction
in no fly zones target selection detonations
in widening expanding missions escalations
soon civilian buildings bodies are blown ruins
agendas political destroy people cities countries
laid waste lives in smoke screens of propaganda
as empires engage roll out new maps exploitations
seizing life liberty limbs in resource reallocation's
sanctified by justified speeches drumming applause's
safe sterilized push button decisions secure oiled profits
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Helldriver (live)
When you take your steering wheel
When you speed up your engine
Your rage makes up your counter
Hell spins and burns your tires
Hit and run again, I eat when I can
I have no limits, my life is a risk
Let's speed the road hog
His sheet - iron is hot
The helldriver and his damnation
Speed up in hell to run so fast
When the sound of metal raises
When the smoking valves make a din
Fuel and oil are my blood
The law is over I'm out
If you want to stop the speed freak
Prepare a good plan to do it
Cos he's always in the red zone
And he's a runner
of the hell road
song performed by by Voivod
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No Hidden Agendas
There are no hidden agendas
in my writings or my life.
No subliminal messages
I feel I have to get through.
My life is too much an open book
with the good and bad I have done
and my writing speaks for itself,
mainly simple and full of fun.
Life is too short to go without trust
with both friends you can and cannot see.
I am not a very clever man,
but someone who is simple and honest
and the things I write are based on the same principal.
I do not lie to those I can see
and I do not lie to those I cannot.
If someone wants to hurt me
and destroy the trust I have in them,
they can do that so very easily.
However, what will they gain from that?
Probably only the loss of a very beloved friend.
I have no hidden agendas
within anything I do
and the only person I ever hurt at times is only ever me.
I am sometimes too trusting
with everyone who comes my way
with friends seen and unseen.
I always want to believe they are as open as me,
and have no hidden agendas
and are only out to deceive.
Sadly, in some cases, they are
and I admit that I have been hurt now and then.
We do not really know anyone,
but hope they are as honest as we,
with no hidden agendas tucked up their sleeve.
22 February 2009
poem by David Harris
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The Victim In Me
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
I know what I'd do put in the position.
I know how I would do it.
Reading minds.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Coordinating the attack.
Knowing they won't be able to do jack.
How I love the powerless.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Can feel the desperation.
Can you see the celebration.
The joyous occasion of misery.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
On the retreat.
A sign of defeat.
Isn't it neat.
The blood flows right beneath your feet.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
It's never easy for a king to capture his throne.
Be careful of mercy.
Be you not considered weak.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
One taste of sweet victory and theirs no going back.
The brutality of ambition.
Look at all the heads of your enemies.
Piked all over your kingdom for all too see.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Tears fall upon their deaths.
Jeers and cheers fall upon their deaths.
Rage fills some.
Others completely fall apart.
A sickness that cause them to come undone.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Or these thing I would not be able see.
A fortune teller be.
A march right in the midst of destiny.
The wounded are so plenty.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Or these thing I would not be able see.
A fortune teller be.
A march right in the midst of destiny.
The wounded are so plenty.
They are always so plenty.
And one is me.
Oh yes one is me.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Modern Government In Boom Flight Of Fancy
It is easy to be lost in a mist of maze words
it is easy to hide all true masked intentions
politics plays word games with grandiose deceit
general public with sleight of tv hand to deceive
a simple no fly zone innocent citizens to protect
swiftly becomes strategic western bombing supporting rebels
civilian protests in Libya for weeks becomes armed rebellions
a no fly zone allied air bombing support in brewing civil war
weeks will prove rewards well oiled rebel oil contracts in store
who will new Rebel Americano Nato oil company sell oil spoils?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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But as soon as we got that higher speed access to the home there?s going to be a tremendous crunch on the backbones for a much higher speed bandwidth. People really ought to be planning for that.
quote by Jon Postel
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We must speed up the deployment of broadband in order to bring high-speed data services to homes and businesses. The spread of information technology has contributed to a steady growth in U.S. productivity.
quote by Michael Oxley
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Hyper! Hyper!
Is everybody on the floor?
We put some energy into this place!
I want to ask you something...are you ready for the sound of Scooter!!?
I want to see you sweat!
I said...I want to see you sweat!!
Yeeah.
Hyper! Hyper!
Hyper! Hyper!
Hyper! Hyper!
Excuse me! Where is the bass drum?
We need the bass drum!!!
Come on!
Hyper! Hyper!
Hyper! Hyper!
It's so beautiful to see your hands in the air!
Put your hands in the air!!
Come on!
This is Scooter!
We want to sing a big shout to US
song performed by by Scooter from Encore (Live & Direct)
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Speed
Running from the nightmare
In the middle of the road
Hells no place for sleeping
In a world beyond control
Caught in the headlights
Coming after you
When I woke up this morning
I had to do what I gotta do
Blast me to heaven for loving you
Blast me to heaven for loving you
Speed
Give me what I need
Yeah
White lightning
Lets speed, on speed
On wheels, on wheels
Speed
Oh, let it bleed
Yeah
Greased lightning
Lets speed, on speed
On wheels, on wheels
Ive seen a train full of pain
On the edge of overload
Were in heaven, baby
You are gonna implode
Ive got these crazy feelings
That I cant explain
Ive gotta save you baby
Or Ill die in vain
Blast me to heaven for loving you
I said blast me to heaven just for loving you
I said speed
Give me what I need
Yeah
White lightning
Lets speed, on speed
On wheels, on wheels
Speed
Oh, let it bleed
Yeah
Greased lightning
Lets speed, on speed
On wheels, on wheels
Blast me to heaven for loving you
I said blast me to heaven for loving you
Now Im rushing on the run, yeah
I wanna have me some fun
Ill speed
Give me what I need
Oh, set me free
Lets speed
On wheels, on wheels, on wheels
Said speed
Oh, let it bleed
Yeah
White lightning
Lets speed, on speed
On wheels, on wheels
Comon
I said speed, speed
Give me what I need
I said speed, speed
Give me what I need
Alright
song performed by by Billy Idol
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What Are Best Choices?
At present I work
under my own direction
and financial freedom.
This may change after June
2011 world politics will soon
go through an oiled polar shift
illuminati is cause and effect.
At present
both my daughters
are very young
both my sons
have attained degrees?
financially sprung?
Even had they failed
I would be proud
if they had persevered
with genuine effort.
Perceive many choices
opportunities in oyster life
our abilities suit us to
irritation different pursuits?
Change is possible
and desirable
until we find
where our abilities
are best applied.
Youth flux young
have siren abilities
conflict difficulty
of being a teenager
is often complicated
by awareness
of economic life
pressures to succeed
in a career
to gain status
and enjoy
an asset better
lifestyle.
Where in truth
does real happiness lie
what are best choices?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Speed
Speed
Knows no course
Though the goals set
But norms
Laid to rest
Displaces
Aesthetics of life
Childhood youth old age ostracised
Scientific achievements
Landmarks, discoveries
And all physical movements
Unnoticed
Pass into oblivion
For that which helps realise an event
Bathed in speed
Beginning or end
Or course being traversed
All wedded together
Oh! Let the honeymoon end.
poem by Sanjay Mehta
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Sightseeing
Words and music by bob seger
It was a curious sight to me
A castle older than a redwood tree
Once lived in by royalty
Who taxed and raped the land
Mostly now it was stone and dust
Long damp halls and smells of must
Faded walls and ancient rust
Built on shifting sand
And I wanted I wanted I wanted
To smash that sucker down
It was a marvelous sight to see
A redhead workin in a brasserie
Five foot nine built to a tee
Eyes so blue and bright
All the drunks were just circling round
I drank water and held my ground
Later on we did the town
And we caught every sight
Cause I wanted I wanted I wanted
To follow her down
Sightseein freein my soul
Sightseein leavin my soul
It was a magical sight to me
And yves tanguy in a gallery
The 30s looking back at me
As if he really knew
I marveled at the artistry
Predating or technology
The vision there for all to see
Bold and strong and true
And I wanted I wanted I wanted
To take that painting home
I wanted I wanted
I wanted to take that vision home
song performed by by Bob Seger
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World In Motion
Sun going down in the usa
Down on main theres a family sleeping in a doorway
Around the corner you can hear the sound
People dancing around the golden calf
Those who have not, those who have
On the billboards and the t.v. screens
They got food and cars and toys and trucks and jeans
Like a homeless childs fitfull dreams
Smiling faces free from wanting
Lifes abundances beyond counting
World in motion -- speed your changes
Close your distances, find your angels
Lose your fears and meet your dangers
World in motion
Once we were running through smoke and fire
Running into the sun
In the rush of youth, for love and truth
Our deeds were done
Now we awake with a world at stake
And a race we run
We run
Sun going down on the usa
Sun coming up a hundred years away
On another world and another time
Things like hunger, greed and hatred
One way or another, gonna be eradicated
World in motion -- speed your changes
Close your distances, drive your angels
Lose your fears and meet your dangers
World in motion
till the world I look out at this world and see
Is the world I know this world can be
You have a volunteer in me
Now come on
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Fill A Bumper of Water
Fill a bumper of water that's pure from the spring,
Bright sparkling and clear as the glass,
And with rapture the joyous emotions we'll sing,
Which enliven our hours as they pass
We'll spurn the rude mirth of the wine-bibber's bowl,
While our Abstinence pleasures exceed it,
And we give you the Pledge with our heart and our soul,
Here's success to the cause and God speed it,
God speed it-God speed it,
Here's success to the Pledge, and God speed it.
Surrounded by virtue, by beauty, and youth,
Dear woman we drink to thy charms;
If we pledge thee in water, we pledge thee in truth
And we take thee with joy to our arms.
Go look at our homes and observe the glad smile,
What welcome on earth can exceed it,
Where affection thus greets us our cares to beguile,
Then success to the Pledge, and God speed it,
God speed it-God speed it,
Success to the Pledge and God speed it.
Tho' we boast not of wealth yet we gladly impart
To a brother a share of our store,
And we hail him with feelings of joy from the heart,
When the slave of Intemperance no more;
Our motto is sympathy, friendship and love,
And aid to a friend should he need it,
Our Charter's recorded by Angels above,
Then success to the Pledge and God speed it,
God speed it-God speed it,
Success to the Pledge and God speed it.
poem by John Pierpont
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Liberating Appropriated Oil Fields
no fly zone targets
blows up civilian buildings
pilot sick joke scopes
blowing up Muslim man
in foreign invaded land
is not reason for celebration
political oiled wars
secures rights to oil wells
secures rights to oil fields
secures supply pipe lines
secures refinery departure ports
secures invaded countries
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Crystallized
Once again it's time to get high
Into that friendly sky I will fly
I see you hurt and I see you cry
When I'm up here I don't care why
Once again it's time for that line of shit
High upon my pedestal I will sit
I see your pain and I learn to forget
Force me to care and you know what you'll get
Addicted to this enormous speed
I cannot control my growing greed
The death on your face I can read
but you have become my smallest need
Way up here there is no room to care
Life on the ground is just so unfair
Coming down is something I cannot bear
Your life down here I do not wish to share
Inhale one more time and begin your fall
I've watched you die but I'm having a ball
Now I've become crystal's puppet doll
and maybe I was wrong after all
You need help and I guess I do too
Then again I have more control than you
and I see nothing for me to do
Above these clouds I have the clearest view
Addicted to this enormous speed
I cannot control my growing greed
The death on your face I can read
but you have become my smallest need
Once again it's time to get high
In that friendly sky we will die
I see no future but I'll still try
When I'm up here I never care why
poem by Jason Robinson
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