The culture police, aka, the neo-McCarthyites, have erected new scapegoats by which they can censor or attack their enemies. Back in the 50s, if you were deemed to be a communist, your world would come crashing down, in both professional and personal matters. Today, if you have a relationship with any Russian, you might face the most negative repercussions for alleged treason. Worse yet, if you are deemed to be a racist, misogynist, or homophobe, your life will be destroyed instantly. Meanwhile, the Atheist war against the devoutly religious escalates, albeit with one exception: the Islamists are provided special exemption, thanks primarily to the massive, global, propaganda machine they erected, courtesy of the multi-billions at their disposal via the oil & gas revenues generated since formation of the OPEC cartel.
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Premeditated Preferences
A trusting relationship,
Isn't one that has not been nurtured.
People seek others to make them happy.
As if to interview those deemed qualified.
If one doesn't arrive,
With a feeling of a happiness generated from inside...
Few will give their happiness away,
At the benefit of another's dismay.
Not today!
A trusting relationship,
Isn't one that has not been nurtured.
People seek others to make them happy.
As if to interview those deemed qualified.
And most times premeditated preferences,
Sit alone in the minds of those,
Already disappointed and negative!
And not conscious enough,
To know this is the life they've chosen!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Global Culture
A global culture is closing up on us,
But with lustful minds to kill mankind;
Yet still, they take up the Bible to calm us down.
When it is not a coup, it is war! !
And like what is now going on in Libya;
But with lustful minds to kill mankind!
Of a global culture,
But little things do mean a lot when you know the value;
And check out the life styles around you today,
For it si a mixture of righteous and evil!
The oil reserves are being bombed today in Libya,
And the dark mushroom clouds bring sadness on our faces;
But how many dead bodies are already recorded?
Of human beings and human identities,
But the global culture is what we know;
With global villages in the state ot our minds,
But quote it from the Torah and compare it with the modernizations around you.
Oh mankind! ! What have we done to ourselves on this earth?
Where is the missing link and, why the hatred? ! !
But the positive ones are never heard in times like this;
With the magnitudes of the negative one crowning the day!
But let us sit down and talk about it.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Worship Erected Temples Cathedrals Mosques
in worship we aspire to please God
in offerings we aspire to please God
in buildings we aspire to please God
in sanctified creation songs sculptures
paintings plays poetry we aspire desires
felt dedicated to God by faithful devotes
worship erected temples cathedrals mosques
history abounds in massive building faith
building faith erected to honour God
transition in building worship utilization
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Money Machine
When I was just a child
My life was, oh, so simple
And the ways of the great world
Seemed strange and funny
Then when I was a young man
I learned of that machine
That turns out all those bails of precious money
Now you can measure you manhood by it
You can get your children to try it
You can bring your enemies to their knees
With the possible exception of the north vietnamese
It takes a strong hit from the money machine
Sitting on top, on top of the world
Strong hit from the money machine
Sitting on top, on top of the world
General motors and ibm
Afl-cio and all the kings men
When I began the game
See me singing bout fire and rain
Let me just say it again
Ive seen fives and Ive seen tens
It was a strong hit from the money machine
Sitting on top, on top of the world
Strong hit from the money machine
Settle up top, on top of the world
(money, money, money)
(give me that dough)
(mine, mine, mine)
Been living in the lap of luxury too long
Please, mr. dj, wont you play my song
Maybe my baby will listen on the radio
Come back home to me
Help me spend my dough
I need a strong hit from the money machine
Sitting on top, on top of the goddamn world
I need a strong hit from the money machine
Strong hit from the money machine
Sitting on top, on top of the world
Money, money, money
song performed by by James Taylor
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It Is We Who Are Now
IT IS WE WHO ARE NOW
It is we who are we now
Us in this world as we are now
Which truly matters.
The rest
The billions of years of what will be
Or what was.
All the rest
The billions and billions of people
And minds and nights and galaxies also
All that otherness we will never know
It doesn’t matter.
We as we are in our own lifetimes
With those we love
This is what matters
Only this
Our life our loves
The time we have
Before we won’t have any.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I had a good friend, a sweet elderly gentleman who was unabashedly gay, and he passed away several years ago. He used to denounce gay marriage in the most vicious manner and, so one day, I asked him what inspired such strong sentiments. He responded, “Honey, I can’t stand religions since most seem to have issues with those of my kind...and I can not fathom why any gay person would embrace any institution such as marriage that is a religious sacrament. In doing so, they only succeed in offending the religious majority and creating even more hatred against my kind. It just makes no sense!” Today, my gay friend would be unable to voice openly such a contrarian opinion since, within a society under thrall of politically correct fascists, aka, neo-McCarthyites, such a sentiment would be deemed to be a “hate crime.” Until the politically correct fascists are removed from their positions of power in our society, particularly within the academe and Big Media, then the suppression of free speech will continue and everybody will be compelled to walk upon eggshells, no matter what their race, religion, or sexual preference.
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The recent 'panic' to control greenhouse gas emissions and billions of dollars being dedicated for the task has me deeply concerned that US, and other countries are spending precious global funds to stop global warming, when it is primarily being driven by natural forcing mechanisms.
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Donald Trump is the most dangerous president in the modern history of our country and he must be defeated. Tragically, we have a
president today who is a pathological liar and who is running a corrupt administration. He clearly does not understand the Constitution of the United States and thinks that he is a president who is above the law. In my view, he is a racist, a sexist, a homophobe, a xenophobe and a religious bigot, and he must be defeated, and I will do everything in my power to make that happen.
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Sonnet VII: O Had She Not Been Fair
O had she not been fair and thus unkind,
Then had no finger pointed at my lightness;
The world had never known what I do find,
And clouds obscure had shaded still her brightness.
Then had no censor's eye these lines survey'd,
Nor graver brows have judg'd my Muse so vain;
No sun my blush and error had bewray'd,
Nor yet the world had heard of such disdain.
Then had I walk'd with bold erected face;
No downcast look had signified my miss;
But my degraded hopes, with such disgrace
Did force me groan out griefs and utter this.
For, being full, should not I then have spoken,
My sense oppress'd had fail'd, and heart had broken.
poem by Samuel Daniel
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Woman's Story
You bring to this world all happiness
But just a look at your face
Tells of the silently borne sorrow
Of agony today and no hope for morrow!
You are deemed stoical painless
But just a look at your face
Tells of the many death of dreams
Of a life lived by men's whims!
poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Mr. James Dean
All the king's horses
Wouldn't make me believe
Even when the walls come crashing down
You still can never be
A rebel without a cause
A rebel to the first degree
Why don't you stop trying so hard?
Cause there's no men, man enough to be
Another James Dean
You're nothing like him
So don't call me friend
Cause you're nothing like me
Even when the world stops turning
There will never be another James Dean
You'll never be James Dean
All the faces you're making
Save it for the scene
And All the people you're faking
Why was it only me?
I saw right into your eyes
And you're just not so deep
I've had too many cries
Mr. Prince Charming
Sorry, you could never be
Cause you're nothing like him
So don't call me friend
Cause you're nothing like me
Even when the world stops turning, the world stops turning
Now you move to the next town
Next set, next girl, have fun baby
I'm taking back my world
Here we are face to face
Same energy, you and me
Don't wanna be enemies
Here we are face to face
Same energy, you and me
Don't wanna be enemies
Here we are face to face
Same energy, you and me
Don't wanna be enemies
Here we are face to face
Same energy, you and me
Don't wanna be enemies
Here we are face to face
Same energy, you and me
Don't wanna be enemies
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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The Christians had a better chance against the lions than the American consumer has against the OPEC cartel.
Professional Jealousy
Professional jealousy, can bring down a nation
And personal invasion, can ruin a man
Not even his family, will understand whats happening
The price that hes paying, or even the pain
Professional jealousy, started a rumour
And then it extended, to be more abuse
What started out as just, black propaganda
Was one day seen to be, believed as truth
They say the truth is, stranger than fiction
But a lie is more, deadly than sin
It can make a man very, bitter and angry
When he thinks that theres someone, is going to win
Professional jealousy makes other people crazy
When they think youve got something that, they dont have
What they dont understand is its, just not easy
To cover it all, and, stand where you stand
Professional jealousy, makes no exception
It can happen to anyone, at any time
The only requirement is, knowing whats needed
And then delivering, whats needed on time
The only requirement is to, know what is needed
In doing the best you know how, deliver on time
The only requirement is, to know what is needed
Be best at delivering the, product on time.
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The age of personal statues is gone. No personal statues shall be erected in the city or parks of Chandigarh. The city is planned to breathe the new sublimated spirit of art. Commemoration of persons shall be confined to suitably placed bronze plaques.
quote by Le Corbusier
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A Fine Culture
They were indeed simple people
the people of the east
A FINE CULTURE they did have
the people of the east
A FINE CULTURE
the east should have given the rest
when the west brought out the 'machine'
the east brought out the 'human'
Today's world is not lacking in machine
Today's world is lacking in human
Today's east is sending 'productive men' all over
the east should have sent 'human men' all over
How did the east stray?
when did it loose it's way?
The east then found everything in simplicity
simplicity was it's strength and beauty
simplicity gave the east it's integrity
simplicity never ever gave the east an inferiority
Today the east mocks the west
the 'material' wealth of the west..has
put to rest...the
true spirit of the east
We blame it on simplicity
we say we were plundered due to our simplicity
a handed down book on simplicity
only became a liability..we say
What the west had gained
everybody did gain...the 'machine'
what the east had lost
everbody did loose...the 'human'
Today what are we in
an 'un human' man is managing a dangerous dumb 'machine'...and
THAT'S THE DANGER WE ARE IN...without
a fine culture
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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Whispers Heard
The weird one,
Out.
An escapee,
From a life deemed scarred...
By the markings of dysfunctions.
Labellings endured but removed.
Bold, brave...
And,
Often rude.
Often moody and with attitude.
The weird one,
Out.
No longer enslaved,
By limited mentalities.
Too goal oriented.
And...
With identity.
The weird one,
Out.
Never to look back,
To retrace haunting distractions.
Or again to face...
Those flaunting their disgraces,
In a buffooning pride to dignify...
Stereotypical images to imitate,
Interpretations that disrespect one's heritage.
The weird one,
Out.
An escapee,
From a life deemed scarred...
By the markings of dysfunctions.
And with a pace motivated,
By the whispers heard...
From encouraging ancestors.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Inscription (For a Proposed Monument in Washington)
Erected to 'Boss' Shepherd by the dear
Good folk he lived and moved among in peace
Guarded on either hand by the police,
With soldiers in his front and in his rear.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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My Hero, My Heroin
I don’t need this
I don’t need you
Religious Hypocrites
Political bullshit
Propaganda overload
Test tube babies
Feed us with commercials
Rely on you
You are the hero, the heroin
You are my crutches
My savior undefiled by truth
To you we look towards hope
We sacrifice children to appease you
The wrath you hold
Worse than any gods
Lean on our shoulders
Feed on our land
Look for the undying hero
The heroin on which we depend
We stand for nothing
I found a new ecstasy
I don’t need your
Religious Hypocrites
Political bullshit
Propaganda overload
Anymore…
Look for the new way
To justify the deeds
Plagued with death
The color green is what it’s all about
Don’t you know?
You are my hero, my heroin
I would die for the cause
I shall give my life
To smother the breath
Of those unfaithful
For, you are my hero, my heroin
I need you, I love you, I want your heroin
Turn out the lights
Don’t want to see your
Religious Hypocrites
Political bullshit
Propaganda overload
Anymore…
poem by Paul Fisher
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What Man Do You Know
What man do you know who has been dead for centuries
Yet is alive and doing well.
What man do you know who has pictures of himself worldwide
What man do you know who has statues erected of him
What man do you know who can speak in every language in the world
What man do you know whose words are spoken to billions of people
What man do you know who can soften the hardest of hearts
What man do you know who would gladly give his life for you
What man do you know who would help anyone in need
WHAT MAN DO YOU KNOW?
I know of just one!
His name is simply JESUS!
Maybe if the world was to take just one day worldwide
And dedicate that day to him, then for two minutes
Just stop and pray to him
We would find world peace, and eliminate hunger
And find the solutions to so many problems.
But unfortunately people do not want to have
Their lives interrupted even for two minutes
And yet they’ll turn around and ask for his help.
GOD is known by so many different names
But his son was known as JESUS.
HAVE A BLESSED DAY!
(07/28/11)
poem by Louis Rams
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Multiple Satellite Dishes
Multiculturalism is a righteous religion of crap,
Where Canadians have been caught in a NY UN trap,
A modern-day fetish of the politically correct,
And the UN Security Council seems to be unchecked.
An international Vatican type of organization,
Full of religious dedication seeking a donation,
Where representatives from every corner of the world meet,
In a big glass building where conspiracies are always complete.
Special-interest socialist groups with their own special agenda,
Multiculturalism is on their list of propaganda,
Immigrants don’t need to blend in with their satellite dishes,
Constant TV channels of their own strange culture and wishes.
Oct 24th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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