Nothing For Nothing
Plagiarism is
an inappropriate appropriation.
Signature plastered page
lays claim to sealed sentences.
Creativity is minor mind merge
between creator and creator.
Stolen is nothing
gleamed of unaccessed
cosmic consciousness.
Forger fakes nothing
except unacknowledged played
out spent claim.
Pioneer moves
mountainous mother-load
staking unknown
unrecorded name.
Stolen spent spatial memories
maketh not mesmerizing mind.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Creator Is My Manager
I admit...
There are gifts and talents,
I was born with.
I never had desires to 'be'.
I just 'was'.
And took what I had for granted.
At one time I really did this.
I've been asked where I've studied.
And who has mentored me.
My response has always been The Creator.
To which then I get looks of disbelief.
And as I age and 'try' to mellow,
Others suggest I could be rich...
If I did 'this' and 'that' with my talents and gifts.
But things and bling and money it seems...
Has never attracted my consciousness.
If this happens to come to me as my Creator's wish,
Then by all means...
Those things will come to pay me a visit.
But thankful I am and tremendously blessed.
My Creator is my manager.
And I know what for me is best.
Perhaps my Creator,
Believes what I've been given is priceless.
And I have been nourishing myself,
With the feeding on delusions.
Whatever my Creator proposes,
Is the path I follow not to oppose.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every Intention The Creator Has Had
'When should it be realized that life is precious? '
Once it has been discovered,
With opened eyes...
That the Earth rotates,
Majestically in the Universe.
And no one known giving an opinion...
Can claim to have had anything to do with it!
Or can say The Creator of our existence,
Has made a mistake!
Although there will be those...
Who will attempt to convince,
Every intention The Creator has had...
Was 'first' given their approval.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Signature
Recognised signature
In the title page of history.
Do not named forger.
Plotting not done yet.
No sun no air
No water can erase
Damage scratchout
Signature that was
Put on the pages of history.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Go Cut Creator Go
[LL Cool J]
1, 2, 3 'o' clock 4 'o' clock ROCK
5, 6, 7 'o' clock 8 'o' clock ROCK
9, 10, 11 'o' clock 12 'o' clock ROCK
Gonna ROCK (What?) ROCK, ROCK around the clock
Three years ago in St. Albans, Queens
I was rockin at a park called one eighteen
Little kids stood and watched as I rocked the spot
Didn't know that years later I'll be standin on top
Livin near Farmers Boulevard I was born and base-shaw
Stopped the rich and shaked hands with the poor
And this is a story about a brother I know
Cut Creator on the fader no watch him go
[Chorus]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
[LL Cool J]
When back in the days before I clocked some dough
I used to go to the show and sit in the front row
Hopin and prayin one day I'll get on the road
So I had a feeler and a summer and I meet when I'm stoned
Not fearin a thought, got stung like a horse
Don't make fun of my posse, cause each man is a boss
When his only damn way to pull a jam out the crate
One time for your mind
Check out the guitar break
[Chorus]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
[LL Cool J]
This jam just wasn't enough for Jimmy Hendrix to see
He could do lessons of mixin take you under his wing
Straight from the heart cause it ain't the money that we came here for
Ain't no thoughts in the room ain't breakin no roles
And in the Rock 'n' Roll land, a big strivin plan
Just my posse learn the vocals what little they had
It's all about us three: Eve, Phil & Jay
He heard Cut Creator cut now check it out to play
[Chorus]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
[LL Cool J]
Rock, rock y'all check out the funky cut
It's like travellin through time to the straight cats strut
Cuts are slicker than Grease needle as sharp as a knife
We'll be do doin the doo for the rest of the lines
Wanna piece of the action, it's time to party, get up
Not a subway bummy singer puttin change in a cup
Wanna see you boogie, oogie jumpin up and down
Bitin your livin hold your breath until we come to your town
L-L-C-O-O-L-J-I-S-H-A-R-D-A-S
Cut Creator cut the record for me
[Chorus with LL in the background sayin "Cut it"]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
L-L-C-O-O-L-J-I-S-H-A-R-D-A-S
["Cut it" in background]
Go, go, go, go, ahh, go
[Chorus with LL in the background sayin "Cut it"]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
L-L-C-O-O-L-J-I-S-H-A-R-D-A-S-H-E-L-L
song performed by by LL Cool J
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The stolen heart
The stolen heart
~
Someone beautiful stole my heart
Then threw it away
Now I've locked it in a cage
Never to be stolen or lost again
What value is love
That I can claim upon
Or that I have ever known
Heartache is familiar
All to common a feeling
The world offers little to me
And I accept next to nothing
So when a beauty came calling
Passing by in her way
My heart was stolen, in a look
Which fell to the wayside
The gutter where I found my love
Someone beautiful stole my heart
Only to leave it alone to rot
So I locked it in a cage
Never to be taken ever again
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Fairy Song
We the fairies blithe and antic,
Of Dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us,
Stolen sweets are always sweeter;
Stolen kisses much completer;
Stolen looks are nice in chapels;
Stolen, stolen be your apples.
When to bed the world are bobbing,
Then's the time to go orchard robbing;
Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling
Were it not for stealing, stealing.
poem by Thomas Randolph
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Is that creator in you?
Let their sun rise to them from our west,
Let the doubtful ignorance be cleared as the mist,
Let the program on every chip be our tips,
Let our people wake up in pleasant hand shake.
The old civilizations and new world in Pacific Ocean,
The same old genes of first generation peaceful human,
The chart of nomenclature with variant faith, dream and color,
under the great grand name of Human, the creator.
The creator of the fire for the food,
The creator of tools for the growth,
The creator of mechanics for the transport,
The creator of electricity for the comfort,
The creator of magnificent diodes,
The creator of tiny humble chips,
The creator of laptop and internet,
The creator of wars based on faith,
The creator of ignorance,
To destroy all these intelligence.
Let the creator of peace in you evolve,
to teach the destroyers who revolve,
to reach those hearts that tremble,
Let us have the peace that triumphs.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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A Beautiful Mind
a beautiful mind is a loving mind
words as
anger, filth, dirt, sordid, squalid,
hate, indifference, murder
curse, envy
are not found
in a beautiful mind
what have i in my mind then to call my mind a beautiful mind
God, please be there
Saints please be all there
Angels please please be all there
i look at this mind with all honesty because i claim it to be one
beautiful mind
i am crazy
i am not a beautiful mind
as i claim to be
i am afraid all that is found in there is
just you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Struggling Earth
If there is a creator, he’s a very sad sack
As he sees what is happening and then looks back
To notice history is again repeating.
Instead of his plan of peace and love for each other,
The religions are competing!
The holy land that once was is now nothing but dirt
Where hatred is rampant and people are hurt.
Christians, Jews and Arabs all lay claim
To common sand loaned by their creator since they were once the same.
But books written by men profess to be God,
Proclaiming rights not right on their common sod.
Hunger for power and wealth sadly determine worth.
The creator’s peace and love are farther away than ever on this struggling earth.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Plan of Creation
Life's terms, life's rules.
Rules made up by life,
But not the creator of life.
Life tries to challenge the rules of the creator.
It tries to change the rules of the creator.
But the creator can never be changed.
Nor can His rules.
He should never be challenged.
His wisdom and knowledge is the design.
For I am not the designer.
I am merely a part of the plan.
Of the overall design.
A beautiful creation, by a beautiful creator.
My mind is my cage, my box.
To live outside the box is to be truly free.
The creator's creation is creative.
But I am only a piece of the puzzle.
A puzzle is many pieces, that creates a big picture.
For I am not the big picture,
I am merely just a part of it.
I am not the beginning.
I am not the end.
I am just something in between.
I am stuck in the middle.
And there is no place I would rather be.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Her innocent smile
I never knew what did she mean?
Was her yes a gesture or win?
I picked the message from distant land
She must remain more than a friend
I have observed her innocent smile
She has elegant and different style
May be she is more than a woman
I must exactly prove myself the true man
She may have her own ideas
About freedom, appeal and peaceful pleas
I may know her with passage and time
To loose her in haste may be unpardonable crime
Do you hear o, young aspirator
You are wonderful gift from creator
I may not last long till the end
Let some more time with beautiful flowers be spent
She has burning desire and ultimate aim
She may sometimes come in open and claim
Many souls need no claps from other people
As they are within their rights and really capable
I wish to be so near
As it seems she is very dear
She is fearless and stormy wind
But at the same time very kind
She has beating heart
And that is beautiful art
One may claim to be very smart
But to live with it is really commendable part
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Song of Fairies Robbing an Orchard
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic,
Of dimensions not gigantic,
Though the moonshine mostly keep us,
Oft in orchards frisk and peep us.
Stolen sweets are always sweeter,
Stolen kisses much completer,
Stolen looks are nice in chapels,
Stolen, stolen, be your apples.
When to bed the world are bobbing,
Then's the time for orchard-robbing;
Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling,
Were it not for stealing, stealing.
poem by James Henry Leigh Hunt
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A View Through Depths Of Creation
stars twinkling in orchestra
of canopy cosmic night skies
light piercing cosmic void
as arrows lit shot across compass
light echoes back light years
100,000 years a galaxy across
spun with wonder twinkling
folding back creative histories
planets circling around perceived
stars science proves abound
life upon planets in votive
harmony sings to creator profound
universal whole expands
upon love design creator’s choice
glowing growing star splendors
strike filament eyes receive rejoice
a journey of mind cosmic proportions
a journey through into depths of creation.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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If HE is Not Now Here, HE is Nowhere!
Wandering here and there,
Searching for beloved,
On moutain peaks,
Nature looks beautiful with green forest and meadows covered by veil of fog and mist!
Forest and meadows full of life
Looking at the mountain peak,
standing in meadow the cloud of mist,
covering it now!
For one spiritual minded,
World is felt under veil,
For materialistic mind spirit covered under veil,
Reality is under veil of mind,
Light is more deceptive,
When light passes through veil of ignorance of mind,
Creator looks like creature,
How one can believe creator,
his creation creature are one!
The belief and faith are so strong,
That even if creator comes and say,
'I am the creator',
We drag him to court,
Or show him way to asylum,
Because we are creators of our future,
never want creator to poke his nose,
When misguided mind,
Keeps on misguiding,
Misguiding its own creator!
Every flow of current,
Generate a force,
Which opposes its own origin,
So, son opposes his own father,
not knowing father, mother, son are same and one!
The one not found in me or you,
Or in the space within atom,
Or not found in beauty of nature,
Beauty of life around,
How can he be in Kashi or Jerusalem or Kaaba?
If not He can understand my song of love,
How he can understand Mantra and verses?
If he can't cross the boundary of hearts,
Man made boundaries of caste and creed,
Nation and state borders,
How can I believe, He is LORD OF UNIVERSE?
The One who is not now here is surely nowhere,
One need not find him anywhere,
If he is my true beloved,
He should be here now,
With me and all the time always!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Stolen
Let truth be told
Until its sold
Silence is golden
Too bad its all been stolen
Stolen! stolen! stolen!
Our defense is your defense
Your defense in some sense
Some sensless way unfolded
Folded cause its all been stolen
Stolen! stolen! stolen!
The gilded scale was burning
Just as your back was turning
Just as our trust was leaving
Youd have us all believing
These truths we hold
Self-evident
Bought and sold
The more you hunt the more I sing
Then quickly rewrite everything
Truth returns bloated, swollen
Then dissapears - its been stolen!
Stolen!
The gilded scale was burning
Just as your back was turning
Just as our trust was leaving
Youd have us all believing
These truths we hold
Self-evident
Bought and sold
Its all been stolen! [x2]
song performed by by Ministry
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Claim To Fame
Talk-talk, yak-yak
Watch you pull that old one track
Get it up and get it back
Making it upon your back
No space, no rent
The moneys gone, its all been spent now
Tell me bout your claim to fame
Now aint that some claim to fame
Extra, extra, read all about it now
Extra, extra, something bout a claim to fame
Ooohhh sweet mama, ooohhh sweet mama
Something bout your claim to fame
Wet lips, dry now
Ready for that old hand out, now
Aint that some claim to fame
Spaced out, spaced in
The heads round, the squares flat
Aint that some claim to fame
Now tell me aint that some claim to fame
Extra, extra, read all about it now
Extra, extra, something, something bout some claim to fame
Ooohhh-wheee sweet mama, extra, extra, something
Something bout your claim to fame
Yeah now
I said now, extra, extra
Something bout your claim to fame
I said now, extra, extra
Something bout your claim to fame
Ooohhh mama, said now, extra, extra
Something bout your claim to fame
Extra, extra, something bout a
About a, about a, something bout your claim to fame
Extra, extra, something bout a
bout a, bout a, something bout your claim to fame
Ooohhh, ooohhh sweet mama
Something bout your claim to fame
Oh, ooohhh sweet mama
Something bout your claim to fame
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Corner Of My Mind
I can see a man
Walk away and bend his head
He won't turn around
And there is her mom
Lookin' desperate and sad
And night is slowly fallin' down
In a corner of my mind
I can feel the time rewind
A little girl who stands there cryin'
Her little hopes are dying
In a corner of my mind
Are the tears i left behind
Just memories of a stolen heaven
Gone away forever
Lots of dreams that once were mine
I can always find
In a corner of my mind
And that little girl
In a ragged yellow skirt
She looks very scared
Hears her mother say
Girl - don't wanna see you hurt
He's gone - but he will always care
In a corner of my mind ...
song performed by by Vanilla Ninja
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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This Lighthearted Responsibility
I smell the clefts of books in place if finding the
Face of Wallace Stevens.
And I would otherwise want to be anywhere, enlightened,
Stretched out like a cherry and golden worm:
Sure we can all graduate from the enlightened point of state college,
But how can we still touch ourselves while the paint is still
Drying;
And now I have a scar on my temple that will soon disappear,
While you are still speaking uneasily to yourself;
And all the pretty girls grow like hedges, let them grow untamed and
Feral; and they will grow just like Constantine’s balloons,
While I keep the high grade liquor between my legs,
And they keep publishing things that they cannot know, while all of their
Problems grow and grow; and their problems keep on getting multiplied,
While of their cities can find themselves trapped inside in slow
Motion, galloping on their ponies like the private séances
Of the waves and hibiscus; while the water moccasins prance,
And all of the stolen bicycles are stolen into the trances of watery bridges;
And the teal-high mothers don’t have any other words for it other than that
They are all spent on the trail head and that they are all but ready to become
All undone; and the night sure looks busy, but other than that I don’t
Claim any of all of this lighthearted responsibility.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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For Comments and Judgements
'This'...
Does not come as quick.
As picking up a pen.
To think of something that begins.
'This' is not how this 'process'
In the mind enters in!
'This'...
Some say is a gift.
Many with it,
Receive.
It is much more than collecting words,
And connecting then to sentences to breathe.
Becoming relieved...
While an ego is pleased.
'This'...
Comes as if,
Nothing else matters in the world.
A consciousness cleared is fed.
And the creator of 'this' is led.
And like all of those who read 'it'...
It amazes the writer too!
The outcome does not start as it begins.
And an explanation of 'this'...
May be attempted,
But that is hard to do!
'This'...
Does not come as quick,
As preparing a sandwich...
With mustard and mayo on fingers to lick!
'This' somehow knows when it is ready...
For the comments and judgements,
Of those who are critics!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hidden From The Masses
The religions of Satan claim that they are teaching you the Bible!
And, they say that the Laws of the Creator are done away with;
because, the majority of the people are now caught up by the webs of entertainment! !
Which is now destroying each person's mind today;
However, the truth is hidden from the masses because,
They fail to learn and understand the ways of life as written in the very Bible they read.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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