Social Disobedience of Conformity
Without a doubt there will always be
'Social Disobedience of Conformity.
One would have to be blind deaf and stupid
not to notice the realities of life,
where few are the museums, though lets build
another Church to praise the
dead illusions of humanity.
Passing the basket around
gathering humanities well slay values,
so they may play golf and tennis on weekends.
They under the cloth of religions supremacy
neocheaters personification of society,
them Shepherd's of Sheep
frowning with celestial smiles.
They neither produce more than they ingest
nor ever will. Those likely candidates
plotting new wars and ways to enslave
human evolution under the safety
of the Lord.O' Mighty God
Destroyer of worlds.
Yours is the law above the law,
the inhumane abuse and rape
under the cloth, as alter-boys
you have molested and starving children
funds you have collected, to feed
your chapels a gluttonous of
stain glass, gold chalices and
painted ceilings in Cathedrals
all over the world.This is the
pain on your bended knees that you feel,
infallible conformity's as God rapes
valuable assets sweated by caregivers,
emotional creature unaware of the falsities
on Earth
poem by Gengis Capote
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The nail that sticks out is hammered down. [More about the need for conformity than about tools, although conformity is a tool of society.]
Cloning Technology
Technology has turned reality into a paradox.
Forms are not always as they seem.
The struggle for non conformity
has become even more complicated.
Technology has learned to duplicate, rebuild,
and remanufacture reality and humanity.
The ability to take a template and replicate it
is not a fantasy anymore, it is a threat.
The struggle against conformity has become a
comprehensive investigation into technology
that works against the principle of individuality
and non conformity, CLONING TECHNOLOGY.
Humanity has become a relative term in the search for truth;
A search for clues.
A search for variables in life and mutation in a genus.
One will find that each form has been specifically
designed for the business of survival.
song performed by by Fear Factory
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We do not quite say that the new is more valuable because it fits in; but its fitting in is a test of its value -- a test, it is true, which can only be slowly and cautiously applied, for we are none of us infallible judges of conformity.
quote by T.S. Eliot
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Art of Cloth
From fiber, to spinning wheel
From thread, to weaving mill
From textile, to sewing machine
Cloth is continuous ceremony
Whether knitting, whether embroider
Whether patchwork, whether bead work
The beautiful batik, the intricate songket
Cloth is concentration lesson
The strata symbol, the politeness norm
The body art, the cover part
Wedding dress, black tie suit
Cloth is human civilization
From skin, to fabric
From corset, to mini skirt
From blue jeans, to legging
Cloth is history record
Classic style, replied fashion
Color play, motif trend
Mismatch mode, big bang accessories
Cloth is social adaptation
Conservative nerd, ethnic vintage
Religion veil, punk rebel
Costume play, Gothic Lolita
Cloth is identity crisis
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Children
Wonder, children wonder, but it seems that from an early age it is knocked out of them. Conformity overrides possibilities and even reality slowly starts to ascend in their mind as they are processed through the systems, in fact conformity becomes reality. No wonder that wonder slowly and then completely looses its place. Children's freedom to see new possibilities, to invent knew worlds, knew universes is increasingly viewed with suspicion as they age. Even more devastating to the processes of wonder, is the self righteous way we as adults invalidate children's seemingly preternatural ability to know where adults are coming from, to even punish children because they see and say that the emperor has no clothes on. Their natural ability to know others emotional states and to sense when adults are imposing their darkness upon them and others is far superior to our own in many or most ways; until we force them to see through are own adult processed perception. We would be wise to learn from them instead of trying to control them. The experience should be two ways. This is the best way to keep wonder alive while teaching children to understand them self and the world around them. This takes courage for us adults.
As we know, children do not know their place, they are adept at seeing through adult pretenses, masks, false identities, roles, games, hypocrisy, we are so busy shoving our own way of processing the world down their throats that we forget to wonder with them, to be with them. We become fearful of seeing things through their eyes, through the eyes of the child we once were. Darwin, Einstein, both were precocious, slow very slow in their maturity and unable and unwilling to conform, they such as so many other had a prolonged childhood, and a lasting child like way about them, the wondered.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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I See Tears In Jesus's Eyes
While passing a tavern,
I see the hungry eye;
For food he does yearn,
Although he can not buy.
In tattered, ragged cloth,
He begs for pin money;
I manage my stored wrath,
Feel lone among many.
I then see tears in His eyes.
When I see a street-boy,
Starving without a roof;
Vanishes my life's joy.
Does soulful heart need proof,
To show Lord is in tears?
When a fanatic,
Attacks humanity
Stunned I remain static
Crying fraternity.
I see tears in Jesus' eyes!
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Enough Money Spent On Wars
What agony; accumulative emotive costs;
feed needle; soul destroying drug addictions?
What monstrous greed
cloaked in racial hatred;
fed with religious hatred
feeds covert wars justified?
When will we; with humanity feed;
with compassion; brothers sisters imprisoned;
in race conflict; poverty dying discarded;
in ignored horrors; extant third world?
Ban every earth war feed our poor
not capitalist corporate baron robbers;
glutted on global sly sweat shop wages
slum lord rents death reaped war profits?
Misery is waste residue of souls
which seek self pleasure materialism;
instead of gift of giving to others
oiled crimes greases palms capitalism.
It is still universally eternally true
it is better to give than to receive;
to sow sacred love not bile hatred
sow prosperity not starvation greed.
Enough money to buy drugs
to support epidemic addictions;
who will feed our suffering world?
Enough money spent on wars
to house all our earth's homeless;
who will house humanities homeless?
Who will feed the poor?
Ban every war feed the poor.
No need to ask who will bank on feed;
crime world exploitation materialism?
Spend money spent on wars
to house all earth's homeless;
feed our poor do not feed wars.
Souls who feed world materialism
will not house human immortal souls;
while flesh rots in blown away dust
in greedy winds of war greed lust.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Aiming For A Better World...
If we don't try to make the world a better place
Then it will become a bitter place...
A wasteland of broken hearts and broken dreams...
A void in space, a place to avoid...
If we didn't want the world to improve
Then why would we send our children to school
To pass exams for a future career?
If we want the best for our children
Then shouldn't we want the best for ourselves?
Yet Jesus once prophesied of plagues, famines and wars
And rumours of wars in the end times...
Does that mean there's no escape?
Shouldn't we at least try to reduce the number of plagues?
Shouldn't we at least try to reduce the number of those starving souls?
Shouldn't we at least try to reduce the number of wars?
We ought to pray for peace and be peacemakers...
We ought to feed the starving... but do we?
How come there are millions spent on trying to go to Mars?
How come we don't help those on Earth first?
Where are our priorities, our scruples, our sense of justice and injustice?
Where's our full portion of love, compassion, everyday kindness?
Are we too old to learn old tricks rather than the new?
The old ways were based on the fulness of a community spirit
That reached out with the arms of Christ to one and all...
Is that fellowship dead and gone with the old prayer books
And Church services of yester-year?
Or does love live on by the example of faithful friends of Christ?
God knows what we ought to be doing... Do we?
And if we don't, are we willing to ask? To find out? To sacrifice?
Somehow I cant help wondering if anyone knows what love is any more...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Do not seek to find hope among your leaders. They are the repositories of poison. Their interest in you extends only so far as their ability to control you. For you, they seek duty and obedience, and they will ply you with the language of stirring faith. They seek followers, and woe to those who question, or voice challenge. Civilization after civilization, it is the same. The world falls to tyranny with a whisper. The frightened are ever keen to bow to a perceived necessity, in the belief that necessity forces conformity, and conformity a certain stability. In a world shaped into conformity, dissidents stand out, are easily branded and dealt with. There is no multitude of perspectives, no dialogue. The victim assumes the face of the tyrant, self-righteous and intransigent, and wars breed like vermin. And people die.
quote by Steven Erikson
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One Love/people Get Ready
One love! one heart!
Lets get together and feel all right.
Hear the children cryin (one love!);
Hear the children cryin (one heart!),
Sayin: give thanks and praise to the lord and I will feel all right;
Sayin: lets get together and feel all right. wo wo-wo wo-wo!
Let them all pass all their dirty remarks (one love!);
There is one question Id really love to ask (one heart!):
Is there a place for the hopeless sinner,
Who has hurt all mankind just to save his own beliefs?
One love! what about the one heart? one heart!
What about - ? lets get together and feel all right
As it was in the beginning (one love!);
So shall it be in the end (one heart!),
All right!
Give thanks and praise to the lord and I will feel all right;
Lets get together and feel all right.
One more thing!
Lets get together to fight this holy armagiddyon (one love!),
So when the man comes there will be no, no doom (one song!).
Have pity on those whose chances grows tinner;
There aint no hiding place from the father of creation.
Sayin: one love! what about the one heart? (one heart!)
What about the - ? lets get together and feel all right.
Im pleadin to mankind! (one love!);
Oh, lord! (one heart) wo-ooh!
Give thanks and praise to the lord and I will feel all right;
Lets get together and feel all right.
Give thanks and praise to the lord and I will feel all right;
Lets get together and feel all right. /fadeout/
song performed by by Bob Marley
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Talking Hawking meeting Dawkins
Suppose that ‘Evolution’ were throned God,
with all the praise and power accorded That?
Where would that path then lead the human race?
And what new thoughts would fill our mind and heart?
Evolution would then rule three worlds:
As Spirit’s cause, and Mind, and world of Form;
would then be seen in Beauty, Goodness, Truth;
no longer mere Survival’s tooth and claw,
but Lord of evolution of our minds;
of spirit, too, in seeking its true self;
new Age of Reason, calling all our powers
to seek ideals as real; rightfully ours
from genesis to paradise above;
no longer as survival… but… as Love?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A silente creature
The silent creature
populates the human
minds
A silent creature
is invisible but
reliable and fizzy
This creature is
silent because she
needs to be
understood, refined and
she wants a
lot of aids
A silent creature
is an explosion
of life
To be a
silent creature is
a fresh and
wonderful sensation
A silent creature
is an angelical
messenger
She is a
happy, ancient, colorful
and vital imagine
A silent creature
tells many different
and interesting stories
Sometimes the silent
creature deceives to
defeat the racism
A silent creature
is defenseless from
the not curious
A silent creature
is a desirable
but desperate and
suspicious person
A silent creature
can be an
alter ego
She is a
guide of dignity
and human values
poem by Laura arwen
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(In The News) Human Trafficking And Slavery
something that should have gone out
with the dark ages 'still rages'.
human trafficking and slavery for the almighty dollar
and no one to hear the screams and hollers.
young children being forced into prostitution
and not one country with a solution.
parents selling their children to get out of debt
just to make ends meet
a problem which they can not defeat.
yet we classify ourselves as humane?
now that's a crying shame.
if your mother or father was sold as a slave
is that the road that you would pave?
they steal the most precious things
from these boys and girls.
their innocence and their childhood
and turn around and say it's good!
these people say that it's too late
and of no use, to try to stop this
worldwide abuse.
maybe it's time for noahs ark
to reappear, and instill in their hearts
the almightys fear.
but the LORD had done this once before
and we had found another door.
so i guess the solution is not
just for the LORD to decide.
but for all of humanity to see
that this destruction has exceeded their realities.
the LORD has to soften our hearts
and weaken our minds
in the hopes that we will find
all the values we left behind.
'SEEK AND YE SHALL FIND'
poem by Louis Rams
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That's Our Society
Cries,
Screams,
Tears,
Anarchy.
That's our society.
Pure hate,
Heartless souls,
Numb,
Prejudice.
That's our society.
Unwanted,
Vacant,
Deserted,
Plain.
That's our society.
Conformity,
Pain,
Death,
War.
That's our society.
It makes it seem like it's
Not where you'd want to
Be placed, doesn't it?
poem by Melissa Joy Chesky
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In any free society, the conflict between social conformity and individual liberty is permanent, unresolvable, and necessary.
quote by Kathleen Norris
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Social Conditioning From Earliest Age
we care condition
our children
from earliest age
with sense perception
a baby behind tiny bars
or inescapable
walls of a bassinet cot
walls of a prison cot?
taken out put
back at our own
convenience
or lifted up with love?
time passes feeds
nappy changes
baths powders held
in loves welcome or?
a toddler behind bars
or walls of a play pen
a toddler given free range
conditioning individuality to conform
to condition to rules
social norms of society
control imposed for
parental convenience as
social acceptance
is imposed upon
unique individuality
constrained modeled into conformity
or control imposed
only for safety assurances
huge freedom given
to nurture grow confidence excel
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
See also ‘Social Conditioning Before Arrival Birth’.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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For A Poet
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold;
Where long will cling the lips of the moth,
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth;
I hide no hate; I am not even wroth
Who found the earth's breath so keen and cold;
I have wrapped my dreams in a silken cloth,
And laid them away in a box of gold.
poem by Countee Cullen
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I still feel your touch
I can still fell your touch.
Fell you on top of me.
As you force your way in.
The stabbing pain betwenn my legs.
The stinging pain.
As I cryed in pain.
I still have the tears stain.
As I cryed out in pain.
All you could do was laugh.
It was like a you had a twisted kick.
I still fell you touch years later.
I still feel the stabbing pain.
The pain of forced entry.
The stabs of penatration.
The thing you did.
Its called rape and abuse.
You hurt me
You cuased me pain.
And my life it has left a stain
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Before And After Christ (BC/AD)
I was blind and I could not see
I was dead by the trespasses in me
I was insensitive and devoid of feeling
I was sick and in need of healing
I was deaf and could not hear
I was lost in a world of fear
I was dumb and unable to talk
I was lame and could not walk
I was dim and unable to perceive
I doubted and I could not believe
Lord, I was blind and unable to see
Your loving arms outstretched at Calvary.
Lord, I was dead in trespasses and sin
unaware You had died my love to win.
Lord, I was lame and unable to walk
to enter your presence and hear You talk.
Lord, I was deaf and could not even hear
Your Gospel message ringing out so clear.
Lord, I was callous devoid of feeling
lost in sin and in great need of healing.
Lord, I was dumb and unable to shout
as You walked on by I could not call out.
********
It was while I was in this wretched state
You came for me before it was too late.
Reached out and touched me with healing power
transforming my life that very same hour.
You raised me from the dead by Your grace
opening my eyes to behold Your face.
I leapt with joy and used my lips to sing
of Your great love and wondrous healing.
Now, no more is my soul condemned to death
since You breathed into me life giving breath.
I now have eternal life by rebirth
alive in You I'm no more confined to earth.
The Peace of God vs. The Peace of The World
-God says I give you the peace of God, that passes all Understanding
The World says ' I will give you peace' but the world doesn't tell you that that peace is just too Demanding.
-God says Love thy neighhbor
The world says hate thy enemy and love only under certain circumstances.
-God says I will show you the way, for I am a lamp unto your feet
The world says You are on your own.
*The peace of God vs the Peace of the World
The world says ' Go head girl put cha leg up' and that 69 is fine
-The Lord says: ' Have fun' but Honor me cus I am yours and you are Mine.
The world says ' this ain't burger king, you can't always have it your way'.
-The Lord says 'don't worry, tommorrow will be a brighter day'!
The world gives you hope, peace and joy that is only temporary
-But the Lord gives you joy like a river overflowing, smiles that have other people glowing.
He makes your enemy your footstool,
whereas the world lets everyone walk all over you.
The world gives you a candle that will soon burn out
-God gives you a lamp, that will eliminate all doubt
* The peace of God vs the Peace of the world.
Oh the illusions of peace from the world
And the reality of God's Peace
It gives you the ability to teach
the ability to preach
and the ability to face seen and unseen realities.
oh the illusion s seem similar,
But NO, OH NO there are NO commonalities!
So which one will you take?
The Peace of God or the Peace of the World.
poem by Janella A Thomas
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