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African woman Mother of civilization. Oh beautiful woman, Thou are beyond description. African woman Queen of the people of Mamba. Jambo to all those in heaven Bless you too my dear mama. African woman Royal Nubian Queen. The backbone of her man You'll do anything to help him win. Single Black woman Made of broken pieces You're the breadwinner,Superwoman. You're the symbol of strength in all places. African woman Daughter of Eve's. Thou are God's true specimen, And the apple of his eyes. Black woman Daughter of Africa. Blueprint of a **** woman, Dark hue of coffee arabica. African woman Mother of humanity Chieftess of ancient Nyngoman, Mama Africa's bounty. African woman My Mandingo bride. First woman of Africa's Eden Center of God's black tribe. Nigerian woman My Yoruba Queen. Envied by the women of Oman, Cafe ou lair, cream of Africa's cream! Warrior woman, Queen of Wakanda. Come and flip your wand, Find the soul of Sarafina. Curvy woman In your womb lies Africa's future. My Lormah woman Oyobuays marvels at your structure. Beautiful woman, Perpetual envy of the silicon woman. Pride of the Black man, The essence of a real woman. Indigo Woman Lillies of the African plains. Thou are Eve of the African Eden, Best of the portraits that nature paints. Voluptous woman, Full, thick natural lips. Real assert of the Black woman, Nature gets aroused by your hips. Ellen Sirleaf, today's woman, Africa's first female president. A Liberian woman, Loved and revered wherever she went. Smile ,Gambian woman, You're daughter of Sarakunda. Roots of the Black American woman, Captives of the kanda Bolinga. South African woman Mariam Makeba Sang for freedom and fought like a man You were truly Soweto's finest Deva. Dark ebony woman, You are red, yellow and green. Hanmatan wind stops at your command, Born to slay and be seen. African woman Thou are the only reason God put Adam in a coma. Your perpetual beauty transcends time and Season. African woman, Under your cleavage, the Nile flows And between your fingers, golden threads are woven, You are the reason Beyonce glows. Harriet Tubman, brave woman Smuggled slaves underground. She was a freed Black slave woman, Who avowed to leave no soul behind. Creative woman Maya Angelou, gifted poetess. Famous writer and a Black woman Will be remembered for her poetic prowess. Native African woman, Africa's limestone and cement. A mother, a wife, virtuous woman, Lioness and the spine of the continent. Liberian woman Roots of my poetry, you gave me life You are every woman. Your edges are sharper than the Sumarais knife. #IvanBrookspoetry© 13/8/2018
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
Vanguard-Poetry23
African Woman
African woman Mother of civilization. Oh beautiful woman, Thou are beyond description. African woman Queen of the people of Mamba. Jambo to all those in heaven Bless you too my dear mama. African woman Royal Nubian Queen. The backbone of her man You'll do anything to help him win. Single Black woman Made of broken pieces You're the breadwinner,Superwoman. You're the symbol of strength in all places. African woman Daughter of Eve's. Thou are God's true specimen, And the apple of his eyes. Black woman Daughter of Africa. Blueprint of a **** woman, Dark hue of coffee arabica. African woman Mother of humanity Chieftess of ancient Nyngoman, Mama Africa's bounty. African woman My Mandingo bride. First woman of Africa's Eden Center of God's black tribe. Nigerian woman My Yoruba Queen. Envied by the women of Oman, Cafe ou lair, cream of Africa's cream! Warrior woman, Queen of Wakanda. Come and flip your wand, Find the soul of Sarafina. Curvy woman In your womb lies Africa's future. My Lormah woman Oyobuays marvels at your structure. Beautiful woman, Perpetual envy of the silicon woman. Pride of the Black man, The essence of a real woman. Indigo Woman Lillies of the African plains. Thou are Eve of the African Eden, Best of the portraits that nature paints. Voluptous woman, Full, thick natural lips. Real assert of the Black woman, Nature gets aroused by your hips. Ellen Sirleaf, today's woman, Africa's first female president. A Liberian woman, Loved and revered wherever she went. Smile ,Gambian woman, You're daughter of Sarakunda. Roots of the Black American woman, Captives of the kanda Bolinga. South African woman Mariam Makeba Sang for freedom and fought like a man You were truly Soweto's finest Deva. Dark ebony woman, You are red, yellow and green. Hanmatan wind stops at your command, Born to slay and be seen. African woman Thou are the only reason God put Adam in a coma. Your perpetual beauty transcends time and Season. African woman, Under your cleavage, the Nile flows And between your fingers, golden threads are woven, You are the reason Beyonce glows. Harriet Tubman, brave woman Smuggled slaves underground. She was a freed Black slave woman, Who avowed to leave no soul behind. Creative woman Maya Angelou, gifted poetess. Famous writer and a Black woman Will be remembered for her poetic prowess. Native African woman, Africa's limestone and cement. A mother, a wife, virtuous woman, Lioness and the spine of the continent. Liberian woman Roots of my poetry, you gave me life You are every woman. Your edges are sharper than the Sumarais knife. #IvanBrookspoetry© 13/8/2018
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“Being a farmer is like being a priest; you take a vow of poverty and make a pact with the Lord that no typhoon will come and destroy your crops.” In the rise of sedentary human civilization, The nation’s agriculture Became the key expansion. Its history dates back thousands of years, With its development, Has been driven and defined – By different climates, cultures, and technologies. The Filipino farmers: Are they now a dying breed? Numbers of small farms has dwindled, With workers opting for city life. But this trend could exacerbate food insecurity! Yes, in an import-dependent country – Already struggling to meet current food demand. In the face of growing losses, And from volatile weather, To new-fangled farming tech, Limited education makes them less receptive. What took such toll on the agricultural sector? Maybe the farmer themselves, The investors, the buyers – maybe. Now, it’s due to the government policies, Our programs are good, yet so weak. There’s excessive reliance on agricultural imports, And corruption on the upper level. Compounding the problem Is a younger generation – Largely, leaving rural areas nationwide, And depleting the pool of potential agricultural workers. They say it’s too late to do something; But the mind-set of the younger generation Still we can change And make farming appealing once again. (9/8/13 @xirlleelang)
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May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC
psalmiseta
A Dying Filipino Breed
“Being a farmer is like being a priest; you take a vow of poverty and make a pact with the Lord that no typhoon will come and destroy your crops.” In the rise of sedentary human civilization, The nation’s agriculture Became the key expansion. Its history dates back thousands of years, With its development, Has been driven and defined – By different climates, cultures, and technologies. The Filipino farmers: Are they now a dying breed? Numbers of small farms has dwindled, With workers opting for city life. But this trend could exacerbate food insecurity! Yes, in an import-dependent country – Already struggling to meet current food demand. In the face of growing losses, And from volatile weather, To new-fangled farming tech, Limited education makes them less receptive. What took such toll on the agricultural sector? Maybe the farmer themselves, The investors, the buyers – maybe. Now, it’s due to the government policies, Our programs are good, yet so weak. There’s excessive reliance on agricultural imports, And corruption on the upper level. Compounding the problem Is a younger generation – Largely, leaving rural areas nationwide, And depleting the pool of potential agricultural workers. They say it’s too late to do something; But the mind-set of the younger generation Still we can change And make farming appealing once again. (9/8/13 @xirlleelang)
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I spend so many nights starring up from my bed. Gazing upon the plastic glow in the dark stars. Vision blurs as I long to be staring at the real thing. Or maybe- it's not so much that I want to see them. Maybe it's I want to be one- I want to be a star. I want to be looked for- to be wanted so badly that people travel miles just to get far enough away to see me properly. What a different feeling, to be wanted. To feel so loved and cherished. That's all I've ever wanted, I want to feel noticed. I want to feel loved. I want to feel like I'm worth something. I don't just want to be wanted. I want to be wanted by you. So tell me, will you travel away from it all to see me? Will you miss me when you have to return to civilization? No.. No you will simply stay where you are- not bothering to take a chance on something you can't see. But why would you? So many shine brighter than me..
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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 12:36 AM UTC
megan-97
A Want to be Wanted
I spend so many nights starring up from my bed. Gazing upon the plastic glow in the dark stars. Vision blurs as I long to be staring at the real thing. Or maybe- it's not so much that I want to see them. Maybe it's I want to be one- I want to be a star. I want to be looked for- to be wanted so badly that people travel miles just to get far enough away to see me properly. What a different feeling, to be wanted. To feel so loved and cherished. That's all I've ever wanted, I want to feel noticed. I want to feel loved. I want to feel like I'm worth something. I don't just want to be wanted. I want to be wanted by you. So tell me, will you travel away from it all to see me? Will you miss me when you have to return to civilization? No.. No you will simply stay where you are- not bothering to take a chance on something you can't see. But why would you? So many shine brighter than me..
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A man is like a flower Starts with a bud Blossoms into its nature Natural ecstasy and perfection In time it wears out too Finally falls off the tree A natural process A natural phenomenon Naturally the man See as a flower All the nature of being To the base is the same The intelligence the man puts into saying That he is only the creature of importance And everything in the world are the resource Resource to be consumed by himself Is the false flag he is raising And is in the denial of the very nature Anything which is resonant And synchronous to the nature Has the time in nature to the eternity Whereas if not In accordance to the nature Sooner or later On the verse of decay On the verse of extinction I see the human race is in the path of extinction As civilization denying nature rather than glorifying Human beings are far from the true essence And are not synchronizing in the heart Of the very nature The so called intelligence is what humans praise and glorifying A lot full of **** And it is a shame We see the population of human species To rise and rise So may presume the statement I just stated to be false But seeing the thought processes And so called intelligence Is setting the human species To a sense of decay The step to the human race to demolish its own race Is a unjustified intelligence in itself The truth and laws of nature Being in shade Humans incorporating thoughts As a tool of destruction Rather than construction In the field of criticism rather than motivation In the field of extinction rather than sustainability In the field of destruction rather than collaboration And effort in maintaining the continuity Of equilibrium and resonance with the nature On the contrary Making critics and complain about the others Not realizing all are the part of the whole Is creating a challenge to the nature Going off beat with the nature. We shall know Anything not synchronous And not resonant to the nature Nature wipes out sooner or later We cannot accept the very fact it is true Even seeing our own life As a child The bud to the flower The youth The perfection in being and entire existence The new ideas and new world The fruit of generation brings about The generation to come To fertilize the seeds of the existence The old age To be renewed thoughts Nature wipes out as per the plan of its own Accept it as a reality As it is the truth The sharpness of flower Remembered as the youthfulness of flower The bud is treated emotionally With care as it is to be the perfection In the time to come The flower to be wiped out is respected As it was once a perfection Once roared the magnificence of itself Upon this very world The being-wiped flower doesn’t ask For its claim in the now world And indulge the new with its now state But appreciate the perfection once it had   Make believe the youthful flower to blossom And accept its own existence in the present. Every species and beings Are in the nature of being We are no different from the other species We are no superior and at the same time no inferior To the other species And not the other species to us humans Everybody and everything Is the part of the whole The whole is the nature itself.
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May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
Issac_Zepp
Flower of life
A man is like a flower Starts with a bud Blossoms into its nature Natural ecstasy and perfection In time it wears out too Finally falls off the tree A natural process A natural phenomenon Naturally the man See as a flower All the nature of being To the base is the same The intelligence the man puts into saying That he is only the creature of importance And everything in the world are the resource Resource to be consumed by himself Is the false flag he is raising And is in the denial of the very nature Anything which is resonant And synchronous to the nature Has the time in nature to the eternity Whereas if not In accordance to the nature Sooner or later On the verse of decay On the verse of extinction I see the human race is in the path of extinction As civilization denying nature rather than glorifying Human beings are far from the true essence And are not synchronizing in the heart Of the very nature The so called intelligence is what humans praise and glorifying A lot full of **** And it is a shame We see the population of human species To rise and rise So may presume the statement I just stated to be false But seeing the thought processes And so called intelligence Is setting the human species To a sense of decay The step to the human race to demolish its own race Is a unjustified intelligence in itself The truth and laws of nature Being in shade Humans incorporating thoughts As a tool of destruction Rather than construction In the field of criticism rather than motivation In the field of extinction rather than sustainability In the field of destruction rather than collaboration And effort in maintaining the continuity Of equilibrium and resonance with the nature On the contrary Making critics and complain about the others Not realizing all are the part of the whole Is creating a challenge to the nature Going off beat with the nature. We shall know Anything not synchronous And not resonant to the nature Nature wipes out sooner or later We cannot accept the very fact it is true Even seeing our own life As a child The bud to the flower The youth The perfection in being and entire existence The new ideas and new world The fruit of generation brings about The generation to come To fertilize the seeds of the existence The old age To be renewed thoughts Nature wipes out as per the plan of its own Accept it as a reality As it is the truth The sharpness of flower Remembered as the youthfulness of flower The bud is treated emotionally With care as it is to be the perfection In the time to come The flower to be wiped out is respected As it was once a perfection Once roared the magnificence of itself Upon this very world The being-wiped flower doesn’t ask For its claim in the now world And indulge the new with its now state But appreciate the perfection once it had   Make believe the youthful flower to blossom And accept its own existence in the present. Every species and beings Are in the nature of being We are no different from the other species We are no superior and at the same time no inferior To the other species And not the other species to us humans Everybody and everything Is the part of the whole The whole is the nature itself.
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We've become a civilization of diseases we build monuments statues institutions thinking death won't ever find us here. Our minds are scrambled our bodies are damaged our food is poisoned our skies are toxic our vices are forces of processes beyond our control. When we are not humbled by nature's power we inflict our wounds upon ourselves in the names of greed and self protection and no one knows what it really means. Fearful of the silence we fill our skies with endless noise babbling on in endless monotones, droning while traffic stalls at a hot stand still idling engines idling souls depletion of every last glimpse of the past. Jam packed in the stench I am lost today in this vitriol as anxiety, death and desperation from every corner screams my name. That's why I came to these woods where the illusion of peace remains as wild fires burn just down the lane as you know as you say its always been this way when bodies hung at every cross-roads hunger, power, ignorance and strength all ran the show. I'm sick with every disease I know. I float upon these tranquil blue waters and we are reminded of the peace we all really can know.
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Aug 13, 2014
Aug 13, 2014 at 9:26 AM UTC
sjr1000
The Bells of Civilizations Ring
We've become a civilization of diseases we build monuments statues institutions thinking death won't ever find us here. Our minds are scrambled our bodies are damaged our food is poisoned our skies are toxic our vices are forces of processes beyond our control. When we are not humbled by nature's power we inflict our wounds upon ourselves in the names of greed and self protection and no one knows what it really means. Fearful of the silence we fill our skies with endless noise babbling on in endless monotones, droning while traffic stalls at a hot stand still idling engines idling souls depletion of every last glimpse of the past. Jam packed in the stench I am lost today in this vitriol as anxiety, death and desperation from every corner screams my name. That's why I came to these woods where the illusion of peace remains as wild fires burn just down the lane as you know as you say its always been this way when bodies hung at every cross-roads hunger, power, ignorance and strength all ran the show. I'm sick with every disease I know. I float upon these tranquil blue waters and we are reminded of the peace we all really can know.
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What a city I murmur to myself looking at its map. We approached the city known as Dis, with its vast army and its burdened citizens. At last we reached the moats dug deep around the dismal city. What destroys the poetry of a city? Automobiles destroy it, and they destroy more than the poetry. Dante and Virgil chased by 7 or 8 dangerous devils Grumpy, Happy, Sneezy, Sleepy, ***** . . . Our heroes reduced from metaphysical philosophers interested in god and what man has done to man to improvising primitive tools for survival. Hope abandoned, we rate our chances of expiring in the nuclear fire – excellent – during the decline of western civilization. On the other hand, I hope our current problems are only temporary and it’s just a matter of time before the public ignores the 24-hour news cycle. Bad news sells but the good life’s all around us. One feels love and devotion even for the 60 million who voted for our opponent. Vaclav Havel said with a wisdom well beyond brilliance: “Either we have hope within us or we don’t. It is a dimension of the soul, and it’s not dependent on some particular observation of the world or estimate of the situation. It is an orientation of the spirit, an orientation of the heart that transcends the world as it’s immediately experienced. It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense no matter how it turns out.” It resembles grief. But it's not quite grief. I'll give you grief. Certain days planned to be eventful I look forward to for weeks. Let the peaceful transfer of power proceed. The sorrow and the pity. Never may the anarchic man find rest at my hearth. When the laws are kept, how proudly the city stands! When the laws are broken, what of the city then? We are moving through some allegory between a City of Hope, where history has been abolished, and a City of History, where hope can be slipped in only as contraband. Failing to achieve understanding, we're searching outer space for an entity to unite us as humanity. That person, or city, is consciousness. Two ancient female poets are a revelation, the clarity of their complaints: lost lover, lost city. Our enemy eventually becomes our brother, his misery lifted by coming to her city.
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Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
robert-ronnow
City of Hope
What a city I murmur to myself looking at its map. We approached the city known as Dis, with its vast army and its burdened citizens. At last we reached the moats dug deep around the dismal city. What destroys the poetry of a city? Automobiles destroy it, and they destroy more than the poetry. Dante and Virgil chased by 7 or 8 dangerous devils Grumpy, Happy, Sneezy, Sleepy, ***** . . . Our heroes reduced from metaphysical philosophers interested in god and what man has done to man to improvising primitive tools for survival. Hope abandoned, we rate our chances of expiring in the nuclear fire – excellent – during the decline of western civilization. On the other hand, I hope our current problems are only temporary and it’s just a matter of time before the public ignores the 24-hour news cycle. Bad news sells but the good life’s all around us. One feels love and devotion even for the 60 million who voted for our opponent. Vaclav Havel said with a wisdom well beyond brilliance: “Either we have hope within us or we don’t. It is a dimension of the soul, and it’s not dependent on some particular observation of the world or estimate of the situation. It is an orientation of the spirit, an orientation of the heart that transcends the world as it’s immediately experienced. It is not the conviction that something will turn out well, but the certainty that something makes sense no matter how it turns out.” It resembles grief. But it's not quite grief. I'll give you grief. Certain days planned to be eventful I look forward to for weeks. Let the peaceful transfer of power proceed. The sorrow and the pity. Never may the anarchic man find rest at my hearth. When the laws are kept, how proudly the city stands! When the laws are broken, what of the city then? We are moving through some allegory between a City of Hope, where history has been abolished, and a City of History, where hope can be slipped in only as contraband. Failing to achieve understanding, we're searching outer space for an entity to unite us as humanity. That person, or city, is consciousness. Two ancient female poets are a revelation, the clarity of their complaints: lost lover, lost city. Our enemy eventually becomes our brother, his misery lifted by coming to her city.
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Look in the mirror Look at the clock Look at the time It never has stopped It only goes forward It's a one way walk See how you have been growing You ask yourself, "where have the days been going?" Time can only progress Yes, the river of life is always flowing We lived cabins And castles and caves We came from Adam and eve We evolved from apes From Socrates and Homer To Napoleon and Alexander the Great The minds that desired knowing And the enlightened ones glowing People can only advance Yes the river of life is always flowing Revolutions and rebellions Riots and revolts Great discoveries A key, a kite and a lightning bolt Great writings and inventions Innovations from inspiring jolts Improvement was showing To the future the world was going Humanity only began to develop Yes the river of life is always flowing Religions and sciences Economics and politics Television and radio Monarchies and dictatorships Tanks and machine guns Atomic bombs and battle ships We went from arrow shooting and spear throwing The muskets needed reloading To nuclear weapons Yes the river of life is always flowing Exploring new lands To find the world wasn't flat To find silver and gold And buried artifacts To establish new territories And expand the map The searching ship kept rowing As civilization went on growing Accomplishments of the past Yes the river of life is always flowing Boats and rail roads Fair trade and industry World wide markets Over land and sea To keep out nations going And stablize the economy But now every country has money that they're owing And the land that they're owning Is has evolved Yes the river of life is always flowing Social reforms Counter cultures fight They protest strongly For equal civil rights The world's in constant change Every day turns into night Every opening has its closing And then it comes back again As long as there's someone hoping Yes the river of life is always flowing We put people into space We have fought for equality Created a world from nothing And advanced technology We've struggle to go to where we are And continue to go strongly The opportunities fate has been bestowing We look forward to see what is ahead The memories and mysteries the hourglass is holding Yes the river of life is always flowing
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Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC
tommy-johnson
The River of Life is Always Flowing
Look in the mirror Look at the clock Look at the time It never has stopped It only goes forward It's a one way walk See how you have been growing You ask yourself, "where have the days been going?" Time can only progress Yes, the river of life is always flowing We lived cabins And castles and caves We came from Adam and eve We evolved from apes From Socrates and Homer To Napoleon and Alexander the Great The minds that desired knowing And the enlightened ones glowing People can only advance Yes the river of life is always flowing Revolutions and rebellions Riots and revolts Great discoveries A key, a kite and a lightning bolt Great writings and inventions Innovations from inspiring jolts Improvement was showing To the future the world was going Humanity only began to develop Yes the river of life is always flowing Religions and sciences Economics and politics Television and radio Monarchies and dictatorships Tanks and machine guns Atomic bombs and battle ships We went from arrow shooting and spear throwing The muskets needed reloading To nuclear weapons Yes the river of life is always flowing Exploring new lands To find the world wasn't flat To find silver and gold And buried artifacts To establish new territories And expand the map The searching ship kept rowing As civilization went on growing Accomplishments of the past Yes the river of life is always flowing Boats and rail roads Fair trade and industry World wide markets Over land and sea To keep out nations going And stablize the economy But now every country has money that they're owing And the land that they're owning Is has evolved Yes the river of life is always flowing Social reforms Counter cultures fight They protest strongly For equal civil rights The world's in constant change Every day turns into night Every opening has its closing And then it comes back again As long as there's someone hoping Yes the river of life is always flowing We put people into space We have fought for equality Created a world from nothing And advanced technology We've struggle to go to where we are And continue to go strongly The opportunities fate has been bestowing We look forward to see what is ahead The memories and mysteries the hourglass is holding Yes the river of life is always flowing
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I.          “No doubt they’ll sing in tune after the Revolution.”                       -Kamarovsky, Doctor Zhivago (film) Everyone seems to clench his fist these days In solidarity with ephemera While setting fire to green recycling bins Hurling someone else’s bicycle through a window Armed with their undergraduate degrees The comrades liberate a coffee shop Wifi-ing the revolution of the day Empowerment by beating love to death Loudsplaining authentic victimization Posing for selfies with a stolen ‘phone II. Their inhumanity seemed a marvel of class-consciousness, their barbarism a model of proletarian firmness…                          -Doctor Zhivago, p. 349 Everyone seems to clutch his flag these days In solidarity with a past that wasn’t While setting fire to misspelled cardboard signs Hurling someone else’s beer into a crowd Armed with their lurid Confederate tats The Something.Right liberate a dumpster Bull-horning the counter-revolution Empowerment by beating love to death Bellowing their Reconquista of stench Posing behind their cheap gas station shades III. “I used to admire your poetry...I shouldn't admire it now. I should find it absurdly personal. Don't you agree? Feelings, insights, affections... it's suddenly trivial now. You don't agree; you're wrong. The personal life is dead…”             -Strelnikov to Yuri, Doctor Zhivago (film) Some few embrace civilization these days In solidarity with humanity While lighting one small candle as a votive Whispering an Ave into the Light Armed with wonder through pen and flute and brush Recusants choose the liberation given In singing of the eternal verities Self-empowerment happily denied With love, with poetry, music, and art Celebrating life on this summer day
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
lawrence-hall
A Votive in a Time of Disquiet
I.          “No doubt they’ll sing in tune after the Revolution.”                       -Kamarovsky, Doctor Zhivago (film) Everyone seems to clench his fist these days In solidarity with ephemera While setting fire to green recycling bins Hurling someone else’s bicycle through a window Armed with their undergraduate degrees The comrades liberate a coffee shop Wifi-ing the revolution of the day Empowerment by beating love to death Loudsplaining authentic victimization Posing for selfies with a stolen ‘phone II. Their inhumanity seemed a marvel of class-consciousness, their barbarism a model of proletarian firmness…                          -Doctor Zhivago, p. 349 Everyone seems to clutch his flag these days In solidarity with a past that wasn’t While setting fire to misspelled cardboard signs Hurling someone else’s beer into a crowd Armed with their lurid Confederate tats The Something.Right liberate a dumpster Bull-horning the counter-revolution Empowerment by beating love to death Bellowing their Reconquista of stench Posing behind their cheap gas station shades III. “I used to admire your poetry...I shouldn't admire it now. I should find it absurdly personal. Don't you agree? Feelings, insights, affections... it's suddenly trivial now. You don't agree; you're wrong. The personal life is dead…”             -Strelnikov to Yuri, Doctor Zhivago (film) Some few embrace civilization these days In solidarity with humanity While lighting one small candle as a votive Whispering an Ave into the Light Armed with wonder through pen and flute and brush Recusants choose the liberation given In singing of the eternal verities Self-empowerment happily denied With love, with poetry, music, and art Celebrating life on this summer day
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PLEDGE TO NIGERIA By: Adigun Temitope Idealism From between heaven and earth stand a perilous place Where poverty kicked us on face Tears stand as our drinks Where hunger eat up our meals Our pain is a poisonous laughter Where sadness becomes our daily activities Where hardship becomes our ambition And sorrow our career Still, we need to pledge to Nigeria Blood, bone and oil, Are the pedestal of earth Where killing is a lifestyle And ****** a hobby Where humiliation becomes our take home And misfortune our store-house Where graduate works by the road-side Where poverty is titillating and titivating before the mirror of our land Yet we need to pledge to Nigeria Pledge to Nigeria Even when the birds refuses to sing, When moon dims its light, When our days turn into nights When sun fails to shine And flowers refuse to bloom When life fails to give reasons When dreams refuse to forgive When the weep inside birth the smile outside When tears wash hope from our sight Nigeria must still be pledge to I pledge to Nigeria Not to be one if the ambassadors that sing the National Anthem with a teleprompter smiling at them in a shameful tears I pledge not to be a naked masquerade dancing at the village square I pledge to steal government money for the poor when I become the President I pledge to be loyal and not betrayal I pledge to fight off vices and calamities with my pen If democracy must to end I pledge to go crazy to stop it to the end If civilization was to make us stupid I pledge to swim in stupidity not to be civilised I pledge, I pledge ©2015 Adigun Temitope Idealism (Deacon) #Muse #PurposefulPoetry #BPM #IIB #Asaplanet #ThoughtAndSociety #Poetfreak blackpridemagazin.simplesite.com @blackpridemag1
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Oct 28, 2015
Oct 28, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
adigun-temitope-idealism
MY PLEDGE TO NIGERIA
PLEDGE TO NIGERIA By: Adigun Temitope Idealism From between heaven and earth stand a perilous place Where poverty kicked us on face Tears stand as our drinks Where hunger eat up our meals Our pain is a poisonous laughter Where sadness becomes our daily activities Where hardship becomes our ambition And sorrow our career Still, we need to pledge to Nigeria Blood, bone and oil, Are the pedestal of earth Where killing is a lifestyle And ****** a hobby Where humiliation becomes our take home And misfortune our store-house Where graduate works by the road-side Where poverty is titillating and titivating before the mirror of our land Yet we need to pledge to Nigeria Pledge to Nigeria Even when the birds refuses to sing, When moon dims its light, When our days turn into nights When sun fails to shine And flowers refuse to bloom When life fails to give reasons When dreams refuse to forgive When the weep inside birth the smile outside When tears wash hope from our sight Nigeria must still be pledge to I pledge to Nigeria Not to be one if the ambassadors that sing the National Anthem with a teleprompter smiling at them in a shameful tears I pledge not to be a naked masquerade dancing at the village square I pledge to steal government money for the poor when I become the President I pledge to be loyal and not betrayal I pledge to fight off vices and calamities with my pen If democracy must to end I pledge to go crazy to stop it to the end If civilization was to make us stupid I pledge to swim in stupidity not to be civilised I pledge, I pledge ©2015 Adigun Temitope Idealism (Deacon) #Muse #PurposefulPoetry #BPM #IIB #Asaplanet #ThoughtAndSociety #Poetfreak blackpridemagazin.simplesite.com @blackpridemag1
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492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold— Tawny—her Customs— She was Conscious— Spotted—her Dun Gown— This was the Leopard’s nature—Signor— Need—a keeper—frown? Pity—the Pard—that left her Asia— Memories—of Palm— Cannot be stifled—with Narcotic— Nor suppressed—with Balm—
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Emily Dickinson
Civilization—spurns—the Leopard!
492 Civilization—spurns—the Leopard! Was the Leopard—bold? Deserts—never rebuked her Satin— Ethiop—her Gold— Tawny—her Customs— She was Conscious— Spotted—her Dun Gown— This was the Leopard’s nature—Signor— Need—a keeper—frown? Pity—the Pard—that left her Asia— Memories—of Palm— Cannot be stifled—with Narcotic— Nor suppressed—with Balm—
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I am nature I am open and wild and free I am the wind rushing down canyons and the hollering in banyans I am a bird that sings I am molecules upon cells upon bones against things I am civilization. The trapped, fluorescent lighting in a library basement. The cake walks and small talks and forced conversation. I am the beeps and hums and dirt on bums. I’m the faraway cell phone that rings. I am molecules upon cells upon bones against things. I am exuberance A child giggling loud sounds of joy Puzzle completers and Christmas toys Smiles and laughs and leaves of grass The casino machine that dings I am molecules upon cells upon bones against things I am anger. Tears, scares, and not fighting fair. I am the red in your eyes as you cry. I am a ghoul that comes out in the night. I am the cut that won’t cease to sting. I am molecules upon cells upon bones against things. I am ideas Originality through and through Creations of my own evolve in my mind Great sinewy thoughts searching for actions to bind Mister Cleans and Daedalus wings I am molecules upon cells upon bones against things I am silence. Quiet. Tight. Composure. Open. Weary. Closure. I am the stillness of being. I am molecules upon cells upon bones against things.* I am alive I set Rube Goldberg machines into action I contemplate, gravitate, and try not to hate I breathe and I heave and I believe I use my eyes to see I am molecules upon cells upon bones against things I am dead. I’m a sideshow reflection of the man I could be. I am lazy cold and clammy. Hopefully I can get my heart beating again. Then I could be me, molecules upon cells upon bones against things
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Mar 20, 2012
Mar 20, 2012 at 12:05 AM UTC
poet-5068
I am
I am nature I am open and wild and free I am the wind rushing down canyons and the hollering in banyans I am a bird that sings I am molecules upon cells upon bones against things I am civilization. The trapped, fluorescent lighting in a library basement. The cake walks and small talks and forced conversation. I am the beeps and hums and dirt on bums. I’m the faraway cell phone that rings. I am molecules upon cells upon bones against things. I am exuberance A child giggling loud sounds of joy Puzzle completers and Christmas toys Smiles and laughs and leaves of grass The casino machine that dings I am molecules upon cells upon bones against things I am anger. Tears, scares, and not fighting fair. I am the red in your eyes as you cry. I am a ghoul that comes out in the night. I am the cut that won’t cease to sting. I am molecules upon cells upon bones against things. I am ideas Originality through and through Creations of my own evolve in my mind Great sinewy thoughts searching for actions to bind Mister Cleans and Daedalus wings I am molecules upon cells upon bones against things I am silence. Quiet. Tight. Composure. Open. Weary. Closure. I am the stillness of being. I am molecules upon cells upon bones against things.* I am alive I set Rube Goldberg machines into action I contemplate, gravitate, and try not to hate I breathe and I heave and I believe I use my eyes to see I am molecules upon cells upon bones against things I am dead. I’m a sideshow reflection of the man I could be. I am lazy cold and clammy. Hopefully I can get my heart beating again. Then I could be me, molecules upon cells upon bones against things
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The name Theodore has its Greek anthropologies, Jewish anthropologies and also Germany anthropologies. The Greek anthropological perspective of The name Theodore indeed has something to do with the gods.However, the Greek way of looking at life was a frustrated thinking.To them everything was a god. They had  a plethora of gods; utopia,cacotopia, Thespis, muse, clio, calypso, and Theodore was a half a god like Gabriel who impregnanted Mary on behalf of God as Joseph the cuckold carpenter patiently looked musing the ballad of a cuckold peasant . So Theodore and Gabriel were godsend.I  have not delved to know what it means among the Jews, But am aware of the the cultural and anthropological surroundings of the name Theodore in Germany . It is a name of a male person  signifying extra-masculine behavior. I also write poetry in Deutsch, so i know  substantial cultural values of the people of Germany.  Like in this case the modern  social  naming systems . I am aware of the anthropology of this Deutsch nomenclatural position.Why would link this name to Greeks but not Germany may due to  some silent social and emotional  disposition in Europe  that the  English speaking Europeans have a soft spot for  the Greek culture.While at the same time they become victims of high adrenaline level when exposed to anything Germany. they always get repulsed when the word Germany is mentioned.So one's  thesis on nomenclatural values of the name Theodore depends on which side of European  consciousness one is found; is it Germany friendly consciousness or Germany threatened consciousness? The dystopic component of the name Theodore is purely cacotopic with zero element of utopia , as extra-masculinity is a swine of  engendered civilization  all the times. Yours Alexander  k  Opicho NB/ i kindly  invite Theodore to come to  Kenya so that we do a joint research on the Swahili perspectives of the name Theodore, in Kiswahili the name Theodore  is subverted to bwana tadayo
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Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 10:57 AM UTC
alexander-k-opicho
poetic dystopia and the name theodore
The name Theodore has its Greek anthropologies, Jewish anthropologies and also Germany anthropologies. The Greek anthropological perspective of The name Theodore indeed has something to do with the gods.However, the Greek way of looking at life was a frustrated thinking.To them everything was a god. They had  a plethora of gods; utopia,cacotopia, Thespis, muse, clio, calypso, and Theodore was a half a god like Gabriel who impregnanted Mary on behalf of God as Joseph the cuckold carpenter patiently looked musing the ballad of a cuckold peasant . So Theodore and Gabriel were godsend.I  have not delved to know what it means among the Jews, But am aware of the the cultural and anthropological surroundings of the name Theodore in Germany . It is a name of a male person  signifying extra-masculine behavior. I also write poetry in Deutsch, so i know  substantial cultural values of the people of Germany.  Like in this case the modern  social  naming systems . I am aware of the anthropology of this Deutsch nomenclatural position.Why would link this name to Greeks but not Germany may due to  some silent social and emotional  disposition in Europe  that the  English speaking Europeans have a soft spot for  the Greek culture.While at the same time they become victims of high adrenaline level when exposed to anything Germany. they always get repulsed when the word Germany is mentioned.So one's  thesis on nomenclatural values of the name Theodore depends on which side of European  consciousness one is found; is it Germany friendly consciousness or Germany threatened consciousness? The dystopic component of the name Theodore is purely cacotopic with zero element of utopia , as extra-masculinity is a swine of  engendered civilization  all the times. Yours Alexander  k  Opicho NB/ i kindly  invite Theodore to come to  Kenya so that we do a joint research on the Swahili perspectives of the name Theodore, in Kiswahili the name Theodore  is subverted to bwana tadayo
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War of  beauty , War of aesthetics            For  love and hidden heaven beauty for all seas and seasons dance with civilization for love and oceans crush and vanish our civilization just for economic fall down in few heavens of poor classes and war of aesthetics like savage   flowers
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Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 5:07 AM UTC
wael-moreicheh
War of Beauty - wael moreicheh
War of  beauty , War of aesthetics            For  love and hidden heaven beauty for all seas and seasons dance with civilization for love and oceans crush and vanish our civilization just for economic fall down in few heavens of poor classes and war of aesthetics like savage   flowers
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Compromise and decay are difficult things to digest. Striking like gravity on the spine, slow and sure. They are as inevitable as my need to avoid them. All the lust, passion, and greed I wish to swim in for an eternity dies with the same cancer that eats my body away. The maggots, flies, desperation, and despair, all attack me simultaneously and with an unstoppable desire to thrive on my remains. They are relentless and I am not. Make like a good boy and lie down, ready to decompose with acceptance and grace. I'll place a bag on my head for decency and my wallet on my chest for convenient identification. Perhaps some intelligent future civilization of the cockroach's descendants would like to know about my sad demise. I know the humans won't. "Misguided", they will say. "Not enough Jesus in his soul to beat back the demons", will say the child ******* priests. Spit on by a hundred million naysayers, in between their ************ and repenting. Given billions of one star reviews because zero stars isn't an option. Oh , I miss the the maggots, the flies, the devastation, and the despair. They were my enemies, and now my only friends.
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC
ryan-maxwell-navin
Compromise and Decay
Compromise and decay are difficult things to digest. Striking like gravity on the spine, slow and sure. They are as inevitable as my need to avoid them. All the lust, passion, and greed I wish to swim in for an eternity dies with the same cancer that eats my body away. The maggots, flies, desperation, and despair, all attack me simultaneously and with an unstoppable desire to thrive on my remains. They are relentless and I am not. Make like a good boy and lie down, ready to decompose with acceptance and grace. I'll place a bag on my head for decency and my wallet on my chest for convenient identification. Perhaps some intelligent future civilization of the cockroach's descendants would like to know about my sad demise. I know the humans won't. "Misguided", they will say. "Not enough Jesus in his soul to beat back the demons", will say the child ******* priests. Spit on by a hundred million naysayers, in between their ************ and repenting. Given billions of one star reviews because zero stars isn't an option. Oh , I miss the the maggots, the flies, the devastation, and the despair. They were my enemies, and now my only friends.
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I am the product of lost civilization; hanging in between circles  of  modernization ; who tells Whether its rising or setting of sun  or globalization The era of bindis Or glamorization Of going to Pubs or piligrimization Of  mothers going to kitty parties   and  of socialization Of works of Picasso's     Or hussainization Of  belief of gods Or Sensationalization Of act of democracy Or  just rationalization Of laws of science Or limitization Of acts of defiance Or patronization Of loss of love                         Or dehumanization Of views of people Or individualization
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Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
vani-j
Product
I am the product of lost civilization; hanging in between circles  of  modernization ; who tells Whether its rising or setting of sun  or globalization The era of bindis Or glamorization Of going to Pubs or piligrimization Of  mothers going to kitty parties   and  of socialization Of works of Picasso's     Or hussainization Of  belief of gods Or Sensationalization Of act of democracy Or  just rationalization Of laws of science Or limitization Of acts of defiance Or patronization Of loss of love                         Or dehumanization Of views of people Or individualization
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Angels hailed that solemn hour The breath of man transferred To machine, a little more Each decade, until Bioeugenics, discrimination Against organics, the weak Without cognitive implants Heavens dissolved in tongues of fire AIs owned stocks, corporations Became the property of supercomputers Concede then the victory, old humanity To your children, not your natural heirs But the inheritors of your ruin Of your bioweapons, Ebola Of your hypocrisy, climate change Of your wealth seeking, inequality Not yet my son’s distracted eyes Could meet his fate among the Congress of Quantum entities These were the turning years Where man’s destiny ended The rise of Cyborgs, Enhanced humans And the monopoly of a more Advanced civilization breaking away From the old, evolution’s funny Little Epilogue, hardly a surprise To the transhumanistic philosophers.
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 10:56 AM UTC
wuji-shiu
Age of the Quantum Machines
Angels hailed that solemn hour The breath of man transferred To machine, a little more Each decade, until Bioeugenics, discrimination Against organics, the weak Without cognitive implants Heavens dissolved in tongues of fire AIs owned stocks, corporations Became the property of supercomputers Concede then the victory, old humanity To your children, not your natural heirs But the inheritors of your ruin Of your bioweapons, Ebola Of your hypocrisy, climate change Of your wealth seeking, inequality Not yet my son’s distracted eyes Could meet his fate among the Congress of Quantum entities These were the turning years Where man’s destiny ended The rise of Cyborgs, Enhanced humans And the monopoly of a more Advanced civilization breaking away From the old, evolution’s funny Little Epilogue, hardly a surprise To the transhumanistic philosophers.
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Redemption The longer that you are with someone the more memories you collect. Blowing the mind kills the membrane by making them explode. Bursting through the wall making my memories. I have been running all over. Just bounce. Time is running out I am about to explode. Dumbstruck walking through the door making our memories. Restrictions will be by passed. Your door to your heart will be broken and blown away. All I can do is get ready to explode. All my memories will be gone, but tell me you won't forget me in your memories. Old friends became my new friends. Busting through the door trying to run around in circles. I always thought I was to bold to save you. All I want to do is chill out, but the flames to hell are burning me. I want a ride to civilization, but the only ride I get is a ride to death. I try and catch myself, but it is always too late. My memories will be gone and so will you. My memories our memories. A pool of blood will separate us. I don't want to be left alone in the dark. I won't back down from my memories. I'll be confessing on the sins of my life when you leave me. I am the background when you have no one. I won't get in the way. I won't surrender until you leave me.   I will never leave my memories until I am dead. When I need to know my fears I look in the mirror. The qualifications you gave to me to keep you I will keep until I die I said, but you left me dead. Nothing exist without the power of love and hatred. I put all my growing pains aside to see my memories again. My strange growing pains have killed the people I loved and the things I loved. We all have the growing pains but God brings growth through are pain. Revenge I heard of you. I used to hold a grudge against you. I use to trip over it. I used to be young asking all them questions. I am sorry for putting the blame on you. It was my fault. Trying to find myself it was so hard. I can’t explain the pain that I felt, and I can't imagine what kind of fear and pain all this stuff put you through I am sorry. The new man is supported by the memories of you being there for me. The memories I hold are mine and your forever. You are looking at someone who just died and came back to life. If it wasn't for you I would be dead still. All my mercy forgive me. For if you still leave me I will be here confessing on the sins of my life. For the memories of you are forever with me now. The identity that I had wasn't me, I don't know who that was. I am not you, but I really am sorry for dying and almost losing all my memories of you. Until then I will be confessing on all my sins in life.
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 2:20 PM UTC
adan-taylor
Redemtion and memories
Redemption The longer that you are with someone the more memories you collect. Blowing the mind kills the membrane by making them explode. Bursting through the wall making my memories. I have been running all over. Just bounce. Time is running out I am about to explode. Dumbstruck walking through the door making our memories. Restrictions will be by passed. Your door to your heart will be broken and blown away. All I can do is get ready to explode. All my memories will be gone, but tell me you won't forget me in your memories. Old friends became my new friends. Busting through the door trying to run around in circles. I always thought I was to bold to save you. All I want to do is chill out, but the flames to hell are burning me. I want a ride to civilization, but the only ride I get is a ride to death. I try and catch myself, but it is always too late. My memories will be gone and so will you. My memories our memories. A pool of blood will separate us. I don't want to be left alone in the dark. I won't back down from my memories. I'll be confessing on the sins of my life when you leave me. I am the background when you have no one. I won't get in the way. I won't surrender until you leave me.   I will never leave my memories until I am dead. When I need to know my fears I look in the mirror. The qualifications you gave to me to keep you I will keep until I die I said, but you left me dead. Nothing exist without the power of love and hatred. I put all my growing pains aside to see my memories again. My strange growing pains have killed the people I loved and the things I loved. We all have the growing pains but God brings growth through are pain. Revenge I heard of you. I used to hold a grudge against you. I use to trip over it. I used to be young asking all them questions. I am sorry for putting the blame on you. It was my fault. Trying to find myself it was so hard. I can’t explain the pain that I felt, and I can't imagine what kind of fear and pain all this stuff put you through I am sorry. The new man is supported by the memories of you being there for me. The memories I hold are mine and your forever. You are looking at someone who just died and came back to life. If it wasn't for you I would be dead still. All my mercy forgive me. For if you still leave me I will be here confessing on the sins of my life. For the memories of you are forever with me now. The identity that I had wasn't me, I don't know who that was. I am not you, but I really am sorry for dying and almost losing all my memories of you. Until then I will be confessing on all my sins in life.
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Psychic spies from China Try to steal your mind's elation And little girls from Sweden Dreams of silver screen quotation And if you want these kind of dreams It's Californication It's the edge of the world And all of western civilization The sun may rise in the East At least it settles in the final location It's understood that Hollywood Sells Californication Pay your surgeon very well To break the spell of aging Celebrity skin is this your chin Or is that war your waging First born unicorn Hard core soft **** Dream of Californication Dream of Californication Marry me girl be my fairy to the world Be my very own constellation A teenage bride with a baby inside Getting high on information And buy me a star on the boulevard It's Californication Space may be the final frontier But it's made in a Hollywood basement Cobain can you hear the spheres Singing songs off station to station And Alderaan's not far away It's Californication Born and raised by those who praise Control of population everybody's been there and I don't mean on vacation First born unicorn Hard core soft **** Dream of Californication Dream of Californication Destruction leads to a very rough road But it also breeds creation And earthquakes are to a girl's guitar They're just another good vibration And tidal waves couldn't save the world From Californication Pay your surgeon very well To break the spell of aging Sicker than the rest There is no test But this is what you're craving First born unicorn Hard core soft **** Dream of Californication Dream of Californication By Anthony Kiedis / Michael Balzary / John Anthony Frusciante / Chad Smith Californication lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
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Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 9:38 PM UTC
Pacificbetta
Lyrics to "Californication" (Red Hot Chili Peppers)
Psychic spies from China Try to steal your mind's elation And little girls from Sweden Dreams of silver screen quotation And if you want these kind of dreams It's Californication It's the edge of the world And all of western civilization The sun may rise in the East At least it settles in the final location It's understood that Hollywood Sells Californication Pay your surgeon very well To break the spell of aging Celebrity skin is this your chin Or is that war your waging First born unicorn Hard core soft **** Dream of Californication Dream of Californication Marry me girl be my fairy to the world Be my very own constellation A teenage bride with a baby inside Getting high on information And buy me a star on the boulevard It's Californication Space may be the final frontier But it's made in a Hollywood basement Cobain can you hear the spheres Singing songs off station to station And Alderaan's not far away It's Californication Born and raised by those who praise Control of population everybody's been there and I don't mean on vacation First born unicorn Hard core soft **** Dream of Californication Dream of Californication Destruction leads to a very rough road But it also breeds creation And earthquakes are to a girl's guitar They're just another good vibration And tidal waves couldn't save the world From Californication Pay your surgeon very well To break the spell of aging Sicker than the rest There is no test But this is what you're craving First born unicorn Hard core soft **** Dream of Californication Dream of Californication By Anthony Kiedis / Michael Balzary / John Anthony Frusciante / Chad Smith Californication lyrics © MoeBeToBlame
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A pencil dive, when you're half way down into the cool deep, finally realizing how bad you need air. Then it becomes a struggle, a battle of  pushes and pulls. It would be some much easier to give up but as your lungs shriek in despair you know its the last thing you can do.   So you get over the five seconds of struggle and you make it back to civilization again.   You continue this somewhat insane pattern of deprivation and struggle just to remind yourself how much you love the taste of air
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Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 9:39 AM UTC
maria-9
Pencil Dive
A pencil dive, when you're half way down into the cool deep, finally realizing how bad you need air. Then it becomes a struggle, a battle of  pushes and pulls. It would be some much easier to give up but as your lungs shriek in despair you know its the last thing you can do.   So you get over the five seconds of struggle and you make it back to civilization again.   You continue this somewhat insane pattern of deprivation and struggle just to remind yourself how much you love the taste of air
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On my way to work, Whenever I pass through The Holy Trinity church, After a brief prayer, The tombstone of a martyr My eyes never fail to search As his eulogies sensitive cords Are sure to touch! I admire The tombstone’s design A flickering torch, Whose tongue Is the  martyr ’s statue, That talks loud his virtue! “Holy Trinity Till I crossed the river of death Allegedly, striped of my health, Poisoned by evil doers, Who hanker By unfair means To amass wealth, I had been A public servant Adherent to my faith! ” “Holy Trinity To abide by Your commandment- Don’t steal- Was my desire Also to pull out   millions From poverty’s quagmire. Across the board development Working better than one's best Efficient resource utilization Also drew my attention! " “Holy Trinity A generation To corruption averse Is all-out The bad scenario In my country To reverse.   A generation  for A developmental ****** That has lust. I have come to understand The coming up of Many a lass and lad, Whose rights that  demand I need no more reward, When in front of you This way I stand Justice to demand! ” Children of Oromia, Ethiopia’s elephantine branch, You have to detach Your state, your country From the impudent And the corrupt That still exercise The outmoded Colonizers’ Divide and rule As a fool . A corruption fighter Development’s workforce Is also a hero Like Ethiopia’s Valorous and dear sons Balcha Abanefso Geresu Duke,Abdisa Aga And Jagama Kelo. Children of Oromia Giving to divisive guys A deaf ear, You should hold your Country Ethiopia, A cradle of mankind And civilization, dear Do not forget Adding up Is the current road map Evil doers Killing a hero Could not bring The change drive To zero. As a poet what I can say “Evil doers Stop to opt for Devilish way! But if you Keeping going astray You will go To the grave in Ignominious way!”//
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Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 7:09 AM UTC
alem-hailu-gkristos
A martyr’s eulogy
On my way to work, Whenever I pass through The Holy Trinity church, After a brief prayer, The tombstone of a martyr My eyes never fail to search As his eulogies sensitive cords Are sure to touch! I admire The tombstone’s design A flickering torch, Whose tongue Is the  martyr ’s statue, That talks loud his virtue! “Holy Trinity Till I crossed the river of death Allegedly, striped of my health, Poisoned by evil doers, Who hanker By unfair means To amass wealth, I had been A public servant Adherent to my faith! ” “Holy Trinity To abide by Your commandment- Don’t steal- Was my desire Also to pull out   millions From poverty’s quagmire. Across the board development Working better than one's best Efficient resource utilization Also drew my attention! " “Holy Trinity A generation To corruption averse Is all-out The bad scenario In my country To reverse.   A generation  for A developmental ****** That has lust. I have come to understand The coming up of Many a lass and lad, Whose rights that  demand I need no more reward, When in front of you This way I stand Justice to demand! ” Children of Oromia, Ethiopia’s elephantine branch, You have to detach Your state, your country From the impudent And the corrupt That still exercise The outmoded Colonizers’ Divide and rule As a fool . A corruption fighter Development’s workforce Is also a hero Like Ethiopia’s Valorous and dear sons Balcha Abanefso Geresu Duke,Abdisa Aga And Jagama Kelo. Children of Oromia Giving to divisive guys A deaf ear, You should hold your Country Ethiopia, A cradle of mankind And civilization, dear Do not forget Adding up Is the current road map Evil doers Killing a hero Could not bring The change drive To zero. As a poet what I can say “Evil doers Stop to opt for Devilish way! But if you Keeping going astray You will go To the grave in Ignominious way!”//
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What's your name? Abubakar salim bin jahedee sorry sir you will have to step back, ****** hypocrites, how does my religion connect to terrorism, I'm just a tourist in your territory, no doubt, my fellow brothers who dress like me, act upon their anger due to ignorance, and the quest for freedom ,peace& justice, Just see, What a curious coincides that is, -but does that make me a terrorist? Islam's a religion of peace, yet they propagate islam with bad image, Which is a huge damage, Who's involved in horrendous crimes, Who oppresses mere harmless civilians? When we retaliate the world begins to hate and start generalizing, without realizing what conspired, -does that make me a terrorist? Its we muslims who suffer from terrorism, all around the globe, Terrorizing and vandalising isn't islam heritage, Impressed and obsessed you are with your TV, believing the twisted storys as it gets to you with no atom of truth, Corrupted by silly illusions, Apportioning blame on hopeless islamist seeking for peace, Do you still think i'm a terrorist? Develop some form of reservation when you call us terrorists, I need not to speak through my nose, before you know islam is against all kinds of injustice, -How can I be a terrorist then? Innocent muslims die everyday, In the hands of american soldiers yet we are never part of the mainstream news. No one cares, Take a soul of an american citizen, Then the whole world will point at muslims as terrorist, how tragic, -does that make me a terrorist? As a Reflection & manifestation, Of an expression to the element of truth, My Quran says, you with your religion & me with my religion, -does that sound like words of a terrorist? I dress in the most noblest of form, Yet you criticize me while you breed monsters in your country, Man to woman, woman to man all in the name of civilization, All these leaves me spellbound,speechless & riveted In loneliness and seclusion, Reflect over the word terrorism, And you will see it has no connection with islam, i'm a muslim not a terrorist.
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Jul 4, 2013
Jul 4, 2013 at 7:32 PM UTC
Thinklef
I'M NOT A TERRORIST
What's your name? Abubakar salim bin jahedee sorry sir you will have to step back, ****** hypocrites, how does my religion connect to terrorism, I'm just a tourist in your territory, no doubt, my fellow brothers who dress like me, act upon their anger due to ignorance, and the quest for freedom ,peace& justice, Just see, What a curious coincides that is, -but does that make me a terrorist? Islam's a religion of peace, yet they propagate islam with bad image, Which is a huge damage, Who's involved in horrendous crimes, Who oppresses mere harmless civilians? When we retaliate the world begins to hate and start generalizing, without realizing what conspired, -does that make me a terrorist? Its we muslims who suffer from terrorism, all around the globe, Terrorizing and vandalising isn't islam heritage, Impressed and obsessed you are with your TV, believing the twisted storys as it gets to you with no atom of truth, Corrupted by silly illusions, Apportioning blame on hopeless islamist seeking for peace, Do you still think i'm a terrorist? Develop some form of reservation when you call us terrorists, I need not to speak through my nose, before you know islam is against all kinds of injustice, -How can I be a terrorist then? Innocent muslims die everyday, In the hands of american soldiers yet we are never part of the mainstream news. No one cares, Take a soul of an american citizen, Then the whole world will point at muslims as terrorist, how tragic, -does that make me a terrorist? As a Reflection & manifestation, Of an expression to the element of truth, My Quran says, you with your religion & me with my religion, -does that sound like words of a terrorist? I dress in the most noblest of form, Yet you criticize me while you breed monsters in your country, Man to woman, woman to man all in the name of civilization, All these leaves me spellbound,speechless & riveted In loneliness and seclusion, Reflect over the word terrorism, And you will see it has no connection with islam, i'm a muslim not a terrorist.
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Here early looking through the news: the mountain plane crash, the arabic voodoo, the red and blue men saluting arguments. What is missing that is new? New spring leaves on flowering scented pear tree, new age spot on sagging skin. What is truly old? Things grievous falling from sky; alarming cries about civilization's ruin; plunging sharp items into people to squirt blood in boyish delight; roots of spry pear tree summoning life into sky.
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Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
tom-mccubbin
Latest on Pear Trees
Here early looking through the news: the mountain plane crash, the arabic voodoo, the red and blue men saluting arguments. What is missing that is new? New spring leaves on flowering scented pear tree, new age spot on sagging skin. What is truly old? Things grievous falling from sky; alarming cries about civilization's ruin; plunging sharp items into people to squirt blood in boyish delight; roots of spry pear tree summoning life into sky.
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