Bend to Our Will
Society bends you to your will,
But no one said you had to obey,
Corporate predators going for the kill,
Blank checks and missing days,
Don’t worry kids,
We’re all masochists,
And blind narcissists,
Most of us pessimists,
A rare wide eyed optimist,
Understanding concepts of irony,
Young dreams promptly buried,
Finally my wounded eyes can see,
Exactly what you’ve been trying to do to me,
Raping the concepts of reality,
Censorship in place for human behavior,
Technology with intent of nurturing,
Waiting for an invisible savor,
All this may be fixed for your generation,
You’ll be punished for natural temptation,
The constant war of teenage sensation,
You are ignorant to our motives,
Don’t worry kids,
We’re all masochists,
And blind narcissists,
All of us pessimists,
poem by Abby Kimball
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Monster
Words choked
Letters smothered/
suffocated
the lie is truth
when repeated
often enough
sheep follow
faux shepherds
through fields
of broken glass
even as shards
pierce bare feet-
they do not see
_the hypocrisy
_the lies
_the bloodshed
they choose
greedy
narcissists
to lead
they choose
repressing
the many
failures
and
suppress
their own
freedom
and for what?
these ignorant
masochists
happily feed
the monster's
craving
the monster politic
And our pessimists think this has taken too long. Our pessimists believe that too many Americans have died. Our pessimists believe that we have lost the war.
quote by John Linder
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Pessimists are not boring. Pessimists are right. Pessimists are superfluous.
quote by Elias Canetti
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Pessimists are the people who have no hope for themselves or for others. Pessimists are also people who think the human race is beneath their notice, that they're better than other human beings.
quote by James A. Baldwin
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New Way To Be Human
Every day it's the same thing
Another trend has begun
Hey kids, this might be the one
It's a race to be noticed
And it's leaving us numb
Hey kids, we can't be the ones
With all of our fashion, we're still incomplete
The God of redemption can break our routine
There's a new way to be human
It's nothing we've ever been
There's a new way to be human, new way to be human
And where is our inspiration
When all the heroes are gone
Hey kids, could we be the ones?
Cuz nobody's famous, and nobody's fine
We all need forgiveness, we're longing inside
There's a new way to be human
It's nothing we've ever been
There's a new way to be human
Spreading under my skin
There's a new way to be human
Where divinity bends
It's a new way to be human, new way to be human
I'll find your love across my impossible space
You've created me, take me out of me into
A new way to be human, to a new way to be human
You're a new way to be human
Where my humanity bends
To a new way to be human
Redemption begins
You're a new way to be human
You're a new way to be human
You're the only way to be human
You're a new way to be human
song performed by by Switchfoot
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We coin concepts and we use them to analyse and explain nature and society. But we seem to forget, midway, that these concepts are our own constructs and start equating them with reality.
quote by Abdolkarim Soroush
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Forgiveness Is Not the Key
I look down at the people, I worry about their woes
I worry about their joys, their friends, their foes
I worry about their lives and the way they live it
I worry about their dreams and wonder if they’ll heed it
I worry about the tears I see running down their face
I worry about their lies they tell in this time and place
I worry about their truths that always hurt more
I worry about what they will definitely have in store
I look down at the people who never showed compassion
Who hate each other with the strongest passion
Who pushed me aside as though I were nothing
I wonder, do they care about anything?
I realise they treat each other as dirt
And they revel within all the hurt
Not one ever worried for me
I’m so glad that I can finally see
I refuse to worry or care about them and their petty ways
I will never again worry for their days
Because not one ever cared for me
Forgiveness is not the key
Not when I live life so lonely
I want to be loved only
For them I’ll never again feel woe
Because I’ll be nothing but their foe
poem by Lenore Lee
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I Am Here To Represent My Mind
Im here to represent my mind
Why do we live inside our mind?
Never wish for the wrong
You could've had it for long
Already things happen aside
Put you off place- rocksteady decide
Long stride to get whats in need
Only chance there is to succeed
I reason with the morals of ghosts
Use my knowledge as a tool
Plauged by many worthy hosts
Anti-segregational rule
His face is shadowed
He lurches his steps
An existance perceived to the greatest of depths
Materializing thoughts
The tangible crusade
Generations develop, change and then fade
Concepts in concepts- beautiful concepts
Concepts in concepts- dutiful concepts
Uprooting concepts, relating to indepth
Making you a metaphor, exposing the real depth
poem by Bradley Downs
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Blind
Jesus walked again last night through the garden
With Eve and they spoke of seduction, corruption, temptation and defeat
Scoffing at her weakness
I was struck to my knees
And found myself among the apples
And my resistance growing weak
And my faith was faded to apathy
Just keep believing
That I'm so free, yeah
And if my eyes go blind
Don't worry, I won't mind
The truth is something they have never seen
Oh yeah
Oh, that jaundice moon that filled that sky
And bathed the sacred ground
I wrestled with my angel and I pinned her to the ground
Gloating at my prowess while I basked in her defeat
I noticed Satan had her by the ankles
And he held her down for me
And my mind was jaded, hypocrisy
Just keep believing
That I'm so free
And if my eyes go blind
Don't worry, I won't mind
Won't believe a thing that they have seen
Oh oh, nah yeah, oh yeah
Reaching for that reddish rose
Eyeing of its thorns
And they slashed my wrist and blead my body
What a killing thorn
Oh, that red rose don't smell so sweet no more
And if my eyes go blind
Don't worry, I won't mind
The truth is something they have never seen
Oh, and if my eyes go blind
Don't worry, I won't mind
The truth is something they could never see
I don't believe a thing that they have seen
Oh no, they can't see, my god they cannot see me
No, they won't believe, they won't believe
They won't believe, they won't believe
They can't believe, they can't believe
Oh no, Jesus walked again last night through the garden with me
song performed by by Fuel
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A Piece Of Myself... And For Myself
people in my place worry about me
why i do not worry about next year
the next planting season after this year's bumpy harvest where every room in the house is filled with corn.
people in my place ask me where shall i live after next year
and you should soon inherit the house that i built for 50 years.
they all worry about me with all those particular items like what shall happen
to the glasses in my cabinet
or the white car in my blue garage
or my gold watch and my silver spoons and my china plates
they worry about my gold fish in my aquarium
who shall feed them when i am no longer home
people worry a lot about me
and i begin sometimes when i get tired listening to all the questions
asking: why me? why do you worry all about me?
i am not even dead yet and have no plans retiring from life's works
like the arts and this
pottery and this poetry
people worry about me
and never about us.
i am tired and all i need is sleep.
and i do not worry at all.
because i know that if i am dead
then i am dead
and i do not ask for more
not even on extended dreams
not even on anything
perhaps they worry about me because they all worry about themselves
perhaps i am their mirror
or perhaps they think that with my behavior
i should not have lived
in the first place.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sweet spot
The place where kids want to go when their parents are being mean
The place that kids run to get the luck of the magic beans
No don't take me away
I wan't to stay here longer
Swimming across the sea
Diving down under
Meeting new friends from all across the ocean
Flipping to the beat of the locomotion
It's the best hang out
to kick back and catch some rays
Don't worry about me getting burnt
I promise I'll be protected
Only time you need to worry is
when my phone gets disconnected
I'll be back between that time
I'm going to take a break
poem by Holly Somer
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I grew up in a family where the internalized understanding was that the kids were going to grow up into a better world. I worry, because I don't think my kids are going to have that. The world is very scary. The world would be scary without the choices the current administration made, but they just exacerbated it. And it ticks me off. I want my kids to have a good life.
quote by Bradley Whitford
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I also think we need to maintain distinctions - the doctrine of creation is different from a scientific cosmology, and we should resist the temptation, which sometimes scientists give in to, to try to assimilate the concepts of theology to the concepts of science.
quote by John Polkinghorne
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We must learn to tailor our concepts to fit reality, instead of trying to stuff reality into our concepts.
quote by Victor Daniels
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Chasing Pessimists Away
Pessimists would say that optimism is a gag,
But...
Being optimistic is a good thing to have.
Those who look for troubles got them carried in a bag,
'Cause...
They would rather carry all their troubles that they've had.
Carrying their troubles seeking more of them to nab.
Pessimists would say that optimism is a gag,
But...
Being optimistic is a good thing to have.
Being optimistic is a feeling that could last.
Those who look for troubles got them carried in a bag,
'Cause...
They would rather carry all their troubles that they've had.
And carrying their troubles seeking more of them to nab.
Pessimists would say that optimism is a gag,
But...
Being optimistic is a good thing to have.
Being optimistic is a feeling that could last.
And being optimistic makes those pessimists mad.
And chasing pessimists away should make somebody glad.
Pessimists would say that optimism is a gag,
But...
Being optimistic is a good thing to have.
And being optimistic is much better than the bad.
Being optimistic makes a better day had.
Being optimistic makes a better day had.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They Want War
They are young and theyre kids
And believe what they see
To do what theyve been told
And so they walk away with open eyes
Some are eight or nine or ten
And they die like a fly, and no one knows
Who they are, theyre smaller than the gun they load
See their eyes open wide
They died before they ever cried
They die in the streets and they die in the fields
When they do what theyve been told
But now theyre lying dead
Their eyes are closed
Some are eight or nine or ten
And they die like a fly and no one knows
Who they are, theyre smaller than the gun they load
See their eyes open wide, they died before they ever cried
Who taught them how, how to pray
Who told them theyre in paradise when theyre gonna die
They are blind and they cant fight
They want war
They are blind and they cant fight
They want war
They are blind and they cant fight
They want war
They are blind and they cant fight
They want war
They are blind and they cant fight
They want war
They are blind and they cant fight
They want war...
Youre gonna pay the price, you little devil in disguise
For taking life with no regard, youll go to hell
And there youll burn
Children in the battlefield, please dont go
Little birds with fluttering hearts, please dont go
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Worries
Everyday we worry
whenever something goes wrong.
Some worry more than others
and their problems seem to grow.
We worry about our kids,
what troubles they get into.
We worry about money,
and how we will pay the bills.
We worry about food
will we have enough
to keep our bellies fed
and give us our daily bread.
We worry about everything
that goes on around us,
our family, our friends, our neighbours
and even strangers
whose lives we do not know.
Sometimes our worries
can even make us ill.
We can never stop worrying.
It is just part of our frame of mind.
However, we should stop worrying
about what is going to happen,
as we cannot change it
or alter its course.
2 July 2008
poem by David Harris
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Cover yourself reality is about to happen
Cover yourself reality is about to happen.
They live together with happyness yes they are married i know. Daddy daddy she calls mama mommy he call things are okay. They smile nonestop laugh nonestop talk none stop but alcohol had to stop it.
Cover yourself reality is about to happen.
They created off springs beautiful and handsome what do they know they are kids. They then decided love was enough so insults can come in kids will understand violence began its not abuse they say they are inlove even though he strangles her to hospital its okay.
Cover yourself reality is about to happen
i'd rather get a ben 10 then ill be in control. So does he as sugar daddy dont worry kids are asleep.
Are you sure?
If yes how sure are you?
Devorce apeared kids are awake they forget kids do what they see not told. They got into the sugar mama dady story.
Got kids and hid them just like mama and daddy did...
Cover yourself reality is to happen
they decided truth be told...
Yet some were asleep under for the truth was too much history does it again
cover yourself reality is about to happen and this is another episode of life
poem by Ernest Makuakua
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Coloured Dreams
Coloured rays filled days one full decade,
Occupied the mind both morning, night,
Linked levels, levelled kinks, to expedite
Observation of Life’s causal braid.
Understanding meta-concepts played
Rewarding role and offered rare insight, -
Echo true – into both ‘wrong’ and ‘right’,
Defined most inner motives unafraid.
Despite success and much prowess displayed,
Recognition was withheld. Once bright,
Energy dimmed, echoed inner plight, -
Awareness fruitful prospects had decayed.
Motto: Where financial motives lack
Success is seldom guaranteed, minds slack
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Concepts Of God Differ
across the entire earth
across all earth oceans
sky sun moon are one
God creator of life is one
God is one
but human cultures
concepts
of understanding
are many
civilizations
differing across
distance time
concepts
of God differ within
each unique
individual human heart
snow flakes
each heart
mind identifies
appreciates
God or not
through filters
love virtue
or echo dross
life defining
measured weight
of each human
heart's soul estate
poem by Terence George Craddock
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