Socially Imposed Castration Labels
inser an attitude
into between
all the association
labels
questions
question marks?
the knowing
knowing
knowing minds
reference by places
special honoured dates
with gifts gifts
gifts
given wanted?
what price?
paid
received
ownership
ritu als
blood ties
friends
embraced
welcomed
em otion staged
on occasions
dictated traditions
circle patches
neatly date catalogues
life timed sequences
celebrating time shifts
lens cap on
lens cap off
click click click
pose posers
not to pose
life models
staged settings
feelings
appreciations
fing ertips
hands
footprints
leave marks
indelible
or spotlights
face figure clothes
shadow mirrors
object selections
ownership
barcodes
choice selects
barcode on spot foreheads
barcode on back of necks
barcode on tattoo forearms
scan earmarked
final sales solutions
buy sell life rapes
rise free bird blood group super loop hawks
eagles fly free in perfect inconsistencies
evaded question identity perception minefields
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Seeding Master Race Hate Into Nazi German Identity
inser an attitude
into between
all the association
labels
questions
question marks?
the knowing
knowing
knowing minds
reference by places
special honoured dates
with gifts gifts
gifts
given wanted?
what price?
paid
received
ownership
ritu als
blood ties
friends
embraced
welcomed
em otion staged
on occasions
dictated traditions
circle patches
neatly date catalogues
life timed sequences
celebrating time shifts
lens cap on
lens cap off
click click click
pose posers
not to pose
life models
staged settings
feelings
appreciations
fing ertips
hands
footprints
leave marks
indelible
or spotlights
face figure clothes
shadow mirrors
object selections
ownership
barcodes
choice selects
barcode on spot foreheads
barcode on back of necks
barcode on tattoo forearms
scan earmarked
final sales solutions
buy sell life rapes
rise free bird blood group super loop hawks
eagles fly free in perfect inconsistencies
evaded question identity perception minefields
scan earmarked
final solutions
nazi life rapes
waffen SS blood tattoos
SS blood group tattoos
small black ink tattoos
located on underside
of left arm near armpit
20 cm above the elbow
blood type soldier's
early lettering Gothic-style
later inked Latin-style
blood transfusions
wounded unconscious
missing dog tags
war games crimes ended
catch beastly black rats
war crimes blood riddled
war atrocities ignored ended
Allies keen to catch scapegoats
Waffen-SS members desired
an accounting to be rendered
judgement trial vengeance selections
Waffen-SS type witch hunted
due to hideous volume of war crimes
committed by fanatical Waffen-SS units
post-war showcase Nuremberg Trials
Waffen-SS are collectively branded
a criminal organization condemned
due to Nazi Party loyalty connections
involvement documented war crimes
waffen SS blood group tattoos
used to accurately identify SS members
'prima facie' evidence established
as part of the Waffen-SS leading
to potential arrest prosecutions
leading to Waffen-SS prosecutions
occasionally war crimes executions
gallows appointed hangman's noose
'prima facie' on first encounter first
blush at first sight Waffen-SS identities
are self evident legally fact established
but blood group super loop hawks
eagles fly free in perfect inconsistencies
not all Waffen-SS had blood tattoos
some men were away on tattoo days
men transferred from other branches
of military training to Waffen-SS
men transferred from the Allgemeine SS
the 'General' or non-military SS
did not receive Waffen-SS blood tattoos
increasingly after 1943 Waffen-SS
recruits did not receive blood tattoos
by 1945 few accept blood tattoos
non-SS wounded Wehrmacht soldiers
treated in SS hospitals were blood tattooed
post war Waffen-SS falsely categorized
rise free blood group super loop hawks
eagles fly free in perfect inconsistencies
SS veterans tattoo less detection escaped
SS escapees important who capture evaded
Auschwitz Angel of Death Josef Mengele
Adolf Eichmann's 'best man' Alois Brunner
both ghost escaped lacking SS blood tattoos
blood group super loop nasty heinous vultures
evaded question identity perception minefields
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Insert
birthplace
birthday
birthday presents
past and future
time shift gifts
lens care patches
fine?
fingerprint
handprint
footprint
barcode on a forehead
for an easy find
fine?
blood group
super loop
into a bird
to fly
fine?
now not walk
in accesses denied
minefields talk
fine?
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Waffen-SS Blood Tattoos
scan earmarked
final solutions
nazi life rapes
waffen SS blood tattoos
SS blood group tattoos
small black ink tattoos
located on underside
of left arm near armpit
20 cm above the elbow
blood type soldier's
early lettering Gothic-style
later inked Latin-style
blood transfusions
wounded unconscious
missing dog tags
war games crimes ended
catch beastly black rats
war crimes blood riddled
war atrocities ignored ended
Allies keen to catch scapegoats
Waffen-SS members desired
an accounting to be rendered
judgement trial vengeance selections
Waffen-SS type witch hunted
due to hideous volume of war crimes
committed by fanatical Waffen-SS units
post-war showcase Nuremberg Trials
Waffen-SS are collectively branded
a criminal organization condemned
due to Nazi Party loyalty connections
involvement documented war crimes
waffen SS blood group tattoos
used to accurately identify SS members
'prima facie' evidence established
as part of the Waffen-SS leading
to potential arrest prosecutions
leading to Waffen-SS prosecutions
occasionally war crimes executions
gallows appointed hangman's noose
'prima facie' on first encounter first
blush at first sight Waffen-SS identities
are self evident legally fact established
but blood group super loop hawks
eagles fly free in perfect inconsistencies
not all Waffen-SS had blood tattoos
some men were away on tattoo days
men transferred from other branches
of military training to Waffen-SS
men transferred from the Allgemeine SS
the 'General' or non-military SS
did not receive Waffen-SS blood tattoos
increasingly after 1943 Waffen-SS
recruits did not receive blood tattoos
by 1945 few accept blood tattoos
non-SS wounded Wehrmacht soldiers
treated in SS hospitals were blood tattooed
post war Waffen-SS falsely categorized
rise free blood group super loop hawks
eagles fly free in perfect inconsistencies
SS veterans tattoo less detection escaped
SS escapees important who capture evaded
Auschwitz Angel of Death Josef Mengele
Adolf Eichmann's 'best man' Alois Brunner
both ghost escaped lacking SS blood tattoos
blood group super loop nasty heinous vultures
evaded question identity perception minefields
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Tippity Tap
Tap Tap, Click Click
On the train
Leeds To London
Click Click go the mice
Strange Tunes from phones
Is there no time
To kick back
To take time
To enjoy the ride
Worker drones drone on
Click Click
Ring Ring
Work appears to end
Beer & wine from the trolley
Relax time
Work time
Travel time is now
Other times
poem by Jason Palmer
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What's There To Defecate On The T.V. Tonight?
Inoculate existence to the pleasures of the screen
Preying heed at the altar in the service the settee
Enrichment to the popcorn in sterilized excitement
Taste the artificial flavor that butters your confinement
Drift in the sea of static electro phosphate discharge
Catching the cheap thrills for dancing with the stars
Watch your altered cerebellum supernovas serotonin
For that macabre fetish when Criminal Minds is on
You know you'll find excitement in another rerun
A life of two dimensions in Sony stereo speakers
Pull a sitcom or a drama imitating your connections
Until all that's left of us is hologram seductions
What's there to see on HD TV?
Just the bread and circus of enlightened society
Click Switch, Click Switch, and Click switch
Static eyes disolve pupils dilate and twitch
Nothing new on news, accept recycled tragedies
Filtered dialogues digesting spacious commentary
Programmed homicides -Suicides: celebrating Ratings
See news castors plaster consideration without virtue
Click Switch, Click Switch Click Switch
Legal queries and drive bys for regurgitated pastimes
Watch the minister of finance announce innovative tax cuts
A sequel in six months, will show recessions still at lunch
With a barging bin protest conducted after brunch
Click Switch, Click Switch, Click Switch
More celebrity activists preach a call to arms
Until another agenda fad changes their cause
Trapped Alabama Miners, Students fighting in Quebec
There's going to be another issue so just sit back a relax
Global warming's escalating, pedophilias the rage
Just enjoy the stable barrage of calamities buffets
At 8: 00 it's Family Guy, at 9: 00 it's Yankee Idol
Who needs real solutions when preaching to the converted?
Just
Click Switch, Click Switch, Click Switch
Until you pass the final twitch
poem by Kevin Patrick
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Countenance
Click, click, click, click, click
That’s what I hear, so, stick
Or should I make a move now; quick
Before the others could make me sick
Ponderous thoughts, beating heart
I should have quit right at the start
The adrenalin pushes me to part
With something, nothing, far apart
From Brooklyn, London, Tokyo, Paris
Faceless names which mean to harass
Me now hanging on the crevice
Oh where is now the stupid novice?
Oh well the time is passing by
No longer do I need to cry
It’s just a game so ask me why
Do I bother to groan and sigh?
poem by John B Hayes
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10 Days Late
Click your heals
And feel you come for me
Care free shes got something big to tell me
At the ocean
Talk back at the ocean
Theres no simple way
To let you know
Funny how she always cried out daddy
I got a big surprise she said
Im in trouble now
And it cannot wait
Shes ten days late
Boy your life got complicated
Well I cant wait
To see this through
Shes ten days late
Ten days late
Low ride bicycles go cruising by
I laugh
I dont even know why
Talk back at the ocean
Consequence and ozone
Catch a glow
Oh no baby oh no no
Give me a minute now
To figure out my state
Oh I know
Shes ten days late
And I dont know
Where to take it
But its still great
Knowing you
Shes ten days late
Ten days late
Choir time has come for you to choose
Baby daddies keep your boo
Many blessings come to you
Baby daddy keep your boo end choir
Your eyes look to me for what to do
I cant lie
I dont know
At the ocean
Talk back at the ocean
No ones laughing
Now what do I say
I walk away but oh no
Dont go
At the ocean
Talk back at the ocean
Give me a minute now
To figure out my state
Shes ten days late
And Im never going to fade it
I guess Ill always be
Knowing you
Knowing you
Knowing you
song performed by by Third Eye Blind
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Idea Poemized
soft click click as the rain
goes pitter patter on my roof this does not make my life wain
this causes me no pain
its not being in an empty house all alone that causes hurt
its not having your face pressed deep in the mud or dirt
thats not what hurts. not even when i cry
cry....unafraid of what 'they' think i just cry not like cry
like im gonna die
just a little tear
right here
not afraid to cry
i will let my feelings out! unafraid, , , ,
i can pretend I'm ok when im not and it eats away
at me killling me all day
yet that still is not too much for me
what burns me to a crispy stench is having to watch you walk
not even giving me time to talk
just walking away leaving me all alone another day
thats what hurts me and tortures my soul
losing you everywhere i go no one to extoll me
to tell me you can do it! i see my old friends and memories
they remind me of you and watching you walk holding the keys
to my life to my happiness i do regret some choices ive made
but i must keep going
always knowing
if i just had that one chance
to do it all again to have one more dance
one more night i would give everything up! just for that
just for another chance to say something different in that fateful chat....
Maybe you dont understand most dont... but maybe you see
that i'm giving you these words nay my heart! im giving you me
poem by David Knox
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Throw Your Foot
It's funny how your face gets bigger
Gets bigger in this atmosphere
And your mouth goes dry
With every move you try
It's so funny here
Jumping around -- click click click
When you're so slow
It's like the world is stopping
Fifteen times i try this
And every time i faint
You look at me and
Start to tell the joke
About the man who couldn't stop
Hiccupping
It would be so perfect
If you would just fall out the window
Throw your foot away
You're tired and your face is grey
Like the sad old fool
You groove
song performed by by Cure
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How Do You Use Your Gifts?
I'm using my blessings and faith,
To create identifiable miracles.
And you?
How do you use your gifts?
In the begging of stuff?
That others have?
By using their own,
Faith kept persisted.
And what they have manage to materialize,
Makes you jealous and mad?
Your selfishness is pathetic!
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
In the begging of stuff?
That others have?
By using their own,
Faith kept persisted.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
How do you use your gifts?
Do you help lift other minds around.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Gifts of Life and Pollution
Nature's gifts are sunny beaches,
Nature's gifts are rocky mountains,
Nature's gifts are vast oceans,
Nature's gifts are the tranquil colors in the rainbow,
Nature's gifts are rain forests,
Nature's gift is life.
Our gifts are oceans filled with toxins,
Our gifts are global warming,
Our gifts are deserted forests,
Our gifts are killed animals,
Our gifts are serious diseases,
Our gift is pollution.
poem by Melanie Jackson
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Barrel Of A Gun
Click snap bang boom,
range gun shot in zoom lens,
don't step on my toes,
I'll step on your toes too,
you at the barrel of a gun I say boom,
love your looks so,
I shot your ex to get to you,
remember when you spoke,
it was music to my ears,
your dad came in,
lock his jock in his gun,
so I took my barrel,
pointed it to his forehead,
like blood that's blood red,
barrel of a gun like your ex,
small small head,
she spoke to me,
told me to have love with my hand,
all bets off no kiss & tell stand,
watch my hand stance jack my hand,
caught me in rated R moment,
barrel of a gun i shoot to kill,
so to her ex stand still so i target you,
youtube has your answers too,
ms. China a'china,
caught your woman on x factory,
think Ill bring love after you,
inside barrel of a gun,
catch me catch me run,
ex on x factory shot him x factory,
boom-snap-click-bang,
everybody zoom lens range on Interstate,
because I care less of what you think,
see blood red lines on airport board,
cause blood is what you see when I shoot at you.
poem by Tommy Laster
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Smile For The Camera
I see you standing out there in the hall
You seem so nervous waiting for his call
I focus on you
I reach for the lens
The shutter snaps again
(smile)
Smile for the camera
You know
(smile)
The camera never ever lies
Ive been watching you with
Eager hungry eyes
For sometime
(smile)
I hold my lens in the middle of the night
Visions of you dancing in the strobe light
Up on my wall is a picture or two
Of someone who looks like you
(smile)
Smile for the camera
You know
(smile)
The camera is my wide lens
(smile)
You know the camera is my private eye
I got color transparencies
I got black and white
(smile)
Smile for the camera
You know that
(smile)
Cameras never ever lies
(smile)
Ive been watching you with telephoto eyes
For some time
(smile)
Smile for me
(come on)
Smile for me
(come on)
Smile for me
(come on)
Smile for me
(come on)
Smile for me
(come on)
Smile for me
(come on)
(smile)
Wont you smile for the camera
Wont you smile for the
Click, click, click
(smile)
Smile for the camera
(smile)
Smile for the camera
(smile)
Smile for the camera
(smile)
Smile for the camera
(smile)
Smile for the camera
(smile)
You know
(smile)
The camera is my private eye
(smile)
Ive got color transparencies
(smile)
Ive got black and white
(smile)
Smile for the camera
You know that
(smile)
Cameras never ever lies
(smile)
Ive been watching you with telephoto eyes
(smile)
Smile for the camera
You know that
(smile)
Camera is my private eye
(smile)
Ive been watching you
With eager hungry eyes for some time
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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A Definition Of Trust
Trust is instant immediate.
Trust happens all at once.
Or trust does not happen?
Trust is not time relative.
Trust does not grow with time.
Trust is instant connection?
Trust is instant knowing.
Trust is a click perception.
Or awkward impossibility?
Personalities incompatible.
Can never click connect.
Can never trust reconcile?
Even friendship may be impossible.
True trust patterns in true friendship.
True trust is an elixir of possibilities.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Up On The Housetop
(traditional - arranged by reba mcentire)
Up on the housetop reindeer pause
Out jumps good old santa claus
Down through the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones, christmas joys
Ho, ho ho! who wouldnt go? ho, ho ho! who wouldnt go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with old saint nick
First comes the stocking of little nell
Oh, dear santa fill it well
Give her a dolly that laughs and cries
One that will open and shut her eyes
Ho, ho, ho! who wouldnt go? ho, ho, ho! who wouldnt go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with old saint nick
Next comes the stocking of little will
Oh, just see what a glorious fill
Here is a hammer and lots of tacks
Also a ball and a whip that cracks
Ho, ho ho! who wouldnt go? ho, ho, ho! who wouldnt go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with old saint nick
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Up On The Housetop
Album: Wrangler Cowboy Christmas
(B.R. Hanby)
Up on the housetop reindeer pause
Out jumps good old Santa Claus
Down thru the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones Christmas joys
Chorus
Ho, ho, ho!
Who wouldn't go!
Ho, ho, ho!
Who wouldn't go!
Up on the housetop
Click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with
Good Saint Nick
--- Instrumental ---
First comes the stocking of little Nell
Oh, dear Santa, fill it well
Give her a dolly that laughs and cries
One that will open and shut her eyes
Chorus
Ho, ho, ho!
Who wouldn't go!
Ho, ho, ho!
Who wouldn't go!
Up on the housetop
Click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with
Good Saint Nick
Up on the housetop
Click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with
Good Saint Nick...
song performed by by Gary Allan
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I wait for the next opportunity to have something to do with food. If I get rested, my mind just starts creating new dishes - click, click, click.
quote by Paul Prudhomme
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To Earth
i am not here as a guest
i am never served and nothing is free
i pay for every
service of yours
i pay the price
for every inch of
life
i do not eat a free
meal
i always pay the price
of anxious hours
i give my skin
i shed off
i barter my mind
i am left blankly staring
at the
sunset
i traded my future
for all your stars
and what i have is
just this
moment
say the word
i am always willing to give it back
when i leave let no one say that
i owe someone something
that i carry what once was borrowed
by me
i do not claim ownership
i only have my burdens
i am dignified
i always have this freedom
to go and be with no one else
i do not own anyone
and no one owns me
i know the law
which i have pawned for nothing less
but equity
i paid the price
i give everything away
now i am all empty
and as uttered by that old and dying poetess
i have also become so ripe
so full
falling becomes my own
perfection
my pulp and sweetness
and even all my bitterness
is enough
to pay the price
of every inch of life
and when death receives me will
both hands
i say nothing because i owe no one
and one one owes me
nothing
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Radiant Beam
Dear Radiant Beam...
From the Cosmic Heavens come.
You shine upon the Earth Your presence.
And to the life You have given me.
To everyone experiencing...
This 'wonderment' allowed.
Although our minds are shrouded,
With storm clouds hiding...
The true significance,
Of what and who You are!
Dear Radiant Beam...
Any transgressions I commit against Your wish.
Forgive my ignorance, Father Sun.
Knowing I am grateful for all Your gifts.
And all that You are I know here that 'Is'!
With the Sunlight you provide...
That tolerates my thoughtlessness.
Teased by the foolishness of my unconsciousness.
Forgive my ignorance, Father Sun.
Radiant Beam...
You are that only One,
Knowing I am grateful for all Your gifts.
And all that You are I know here that 'Is'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The clock is clicking
The clock is clicking
It is clicking to show just then
A time span of one second
Has become the past
The clock is clicking
Each click means a step
Towards your progress and growth
Optimistic wisdom says
The clock is clicking
Each click means a nail
Onto your coffin
Philosophical wisdom says
The clock is clicking
Each click means the arrival
Of a child in India
Population expert worries
The clock is clicking
Each click means the committal
Of a crime
Police personnel observes
The clock is clicking
Each click means a travel of 2.5 km
In space of the earth's surface
Astromer estimates
The clock is clicking
Each click means a change
In fortune of an individual
Astrologer announces
The clock is clicking
Each click means the admission
Of a heart patient
Health specialist heaves
The clock is clicking
Each click means the drain
Of my battery
The clock cries within
The clock is clicking
Let the clock be clicking
Let any one have his or her inkling
Let us be lively and kicking
Let nothing stop us becoming a king
The clock is clicking
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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