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629 I watched the Moon around the House Until upon a Pane— She stopped—a Traveller’s privilege—for Rest— And there upon I gazed—as at a stranger— The Lady in the Town Doth think no incivility To lift her Glass—upon— But never Stranger justified The Curiosity Like Mine—for not a Foot—nor Hand— Nor Formula—had she— But like a Head—a Guillotine Slid carelessly away— Did independent, Amber— Sustain her in the sky— Or like a Stemless Flower— Upheld in rolling Air By finer Gravitations— Than bind Philosopher— No Hunger—had she—nor an Inn— Her Toilette—to suffice— Nor Avocation—nor Concern For little Mysteries As harass us—like Life—and Death— And Afterwards—or Nay— But seemed engrossed to Absolute— With shining—and the Sky— The privilege to scrutinize Was scarce upon my Eyes When, with a Silver practise— She vaulted out of Gaze— And next—I met her on a Cloud— Myself too far below To follow her superior Road— Or its advantage—Blue—
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I watched the Moon around the House
I know they're not accurate. The fact I frequent creative results may be more or less coincidental. After all who am I compared to Jon Stewart or a Greek philosopher? But maybe I don't care. Maybe I take them just for fun. And who can complain when they are compared to Charizard and Winnie the Pooh?
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May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
Personality Quizzes
Success is as dangerous as failure. Hope is as hollow as fear. What does it mean that success is a dangerous as failure? Whether you go up the ladder or down it, you position is shaky. When you stand with your two feet on the ground, you will always keep your balance. What does it mean that hope is as hollow as fear? Hope and fear are both phantoms that arise from thinking of the self. When we don't see the self as self, what do we have to fear? See the world as your self. Have faith in the way things are. Love the world as your self; then you can care for all things. ___________ "Lao Tzu is believed to have been a Chinese philosopher (a person who seeks to answer questions about humans and their place in the universe) and the accepted author of the  Tao Te Ching,  the main text of Taoist thought. He is considered the father of Chinese Taoism (a philosophy that advocates living a simple life). Read more: Lao Tzu Biography - life, name, death, school, book, old, information, born, time http://www.notablebiographies.com/Ki-Lo/Lao-Tzu.html
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Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 9:27 PM UTC
The Tao -13. Success is as dangerous as failure.
The supreme good is like water, which nourishes all things without trying to. It is content with the low places that people disdain. Thus it is like the Tao. In dwelling, live close to the ground. In thinking, keep to the simple. In conflict, be fair and generous. In governing, don't try to control. In work, do what you enjoy. In family life, be completely present. When you are content to be simply yourself and don't compare or compete, everybody will respect you. _ "Lao Tzu is believed to have been a Chinese philosopher (a person who seeks to answer questions about humans and their place in the universe) and the accepted author of the Tao te ching, the main text of Taoist thought. He is considered the father of Chinese Taoism (a philosophy that advocates living a simple life). Read more: Lao Tzu Biography - life, name, death, school, book, old, information, born, time http://www.notablebiographies.com/Ki-Lo/Lao-Tzu.html
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Oct 16, 2010
Oct 16, 2010 at 3:42 PM UTC
The Tao-8. The supreme good is like water
“Study everything, join nothing” - The Maverick Philosopher Hindi naman masamang siyasatin ang mga bagay-bagay na may kinalaman sa ating buhay-buhay. Ayos lang na basahin ang lahat ng aklat na gusto **** basahin basta’t makakatulong ito para makamtan mo ang iyong mga hangarin. Ayos lang na sumabay sa hangin o kaya naman ay tumakbo sa buhangin siguraduhin mo lang na hindi ka mahuhulog sa bangin. Minsan ka lang mabubuhay at hindi na muling babalik ang kabataan, karapatan mo na pag-aralan ang lahat ng gusto **** mapag-aralan. Hindi mo kailangan na pumasok sa paaralan at magbayad ng pagkamahal-mahal na tuition fee, hindi mo kailangan maki-tropa sa mga bolakbol o kaya naman ay makipag-plastikan sa mga pantas na kung tawagin ay propesor. Magbasa ka at huwag umasa, hawak mo ang iyong buhay kaya’t hindi mo ito dapat na iasa. Kumasa ka kung kinakailangan upang hindi maging alipin ng sinoman. ‘Hwag **** antayin na turuan ka ng iba, turuan mo ang iyong sarili. Ok lang na maging makasarili basta’t kaya **** dalhin ang iyong sarili. Kumbaga wala naman masama na magsarili gamit ang iyong daliri. Basta ito lang ang payo ko: ‘wag **** sayangin ang ngayon. Wala sa organisasyon ang tunay na pundasyon. Ang karunungan ay hindi isang donasyon, pinaghihirapan ito tsong. At wag **** sabihin na masyado ka pang bata o di kaya naman ay matanda na’t huli na ang lahat. Walang malambot at walang makunat sa coconut na handang matuto. Panghuli gusto ko tandaan mo ito. Ang buhay ay hindi isang magandang panaginip hindi rin ito isang masamang bangungot. Ang buhay ay buhay, ganon lang kasimple, ‘wag **** gawing kumplikado. Kung may gusto ka gawin mo, kung ayaw mo naman edi ‘wag. Ika nga walang sapilitan kasi wala ka naman kapalitan ang importante ay matuto ka saiyong bawat ngayon.
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Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 8:14 PM UTC
MATUTO SA BAWAT NGAYON
“Study everything, join nothing” - The Maverick Philosopher Hindi naman masamang siyasatin ang mga bagay-bagay na may kinalaman sa ating buhay-buhay. Ayos lang na basahin ang lahat ng aklat na gusto **** basahin basta’t makakatulong ito para makamtan mo ang iyong mga hangarin. Ayos lang na sumabay sa hangin o kaya naman ay tumakbo sa buhangin siguraduhin mo lang na hindi ka mahuhulog sa bangin. Minsan ka lang mabubuhay at hindi na muling babalik ang kabataan, karapatan mo na pag-aralan ang lahat ng gusto **** mapag-aralan. Hindi mo kailangan na pumasok sa paaralan at magbayad ng pagkamahal-mahal na tuition fee, hindi mo kailangan maki-tropa sa mga bolakbol o kaya naman ay makipag-plastikan sa mga pantas na kung tawagin ay propesor. Magbasa ka at huwag umasa, hawak mo ang iyong buhay kaya’t hindi mo ito dapat na iasa. Kumasa ka kung kinakailangan upang hindi maging alipin ng sinoman. ‘Hwag **** antayin na turuan ka ng iba, turuan mo ang iyong sarili. Ok lang na maging makasarili basta’t kaya **** dalhin ang iyong sarili. Kumbaga wala naman masama na magsarili gamit ang iyong daliri. Basta ito lang ang payo ko: ‘wag **** sayangin ang ngayon. Wala sa organisasyon ang tunay na pundasyon. Ang karunungan ay hindi isang donasyon, pinaghihirapan ito tsong. At wag **** sabihin na masyado ka pang bata o di kaya naman ay matanda na’t huli na ang lahat. Walang malambot at walang makunat sa coconut na handang matuto. Panghuli gusto ko tandaan mo ito. Ang buhay ay hindi isang magandang panaginip hindi rin ito isang masamang bangungot. Ang buhay ay buhay, ganon lang kasimple, ‘wag **** gawing kumplikado. Kung may gusto ka gawin mo, kung ayaw mo naman edi ‘wag. Ika nga walang sapilitan kasi wala ka naman kapalitan ang importante ay matuto ka saiyong bawat ngayon.
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I know that I will never marry Jimmy Fallon or Donald Glover or Joseph Gordon-Levitt. I know that despite the myths, Brussels sprouts taste awesome. I know that one too many tequila shots will automatically turn you into a philosopher. I know that the sun sets in the East and rises in the West (or is it the other way around?) I know that I am most happiest when I'm surrounded by amazing friends in the unseasonably warm March sun and a banjo is playing. I know that a smile straightens everything out. I know that although you can't forget the past, you can't let it dictate your future. I know that having *** for the first time is weird, and so is **** I know that my hair is golden, my eyes are blue and I will never be stick-thin as hard as I try. I know that there are 24 hours in a day, 7 days in a week and 12 months in a year. But it never seems to be enough time to figure out who you are. I know that people come and go but those that love and care for you will stay glued next to you no matter what. I know that as much as it hurts, you will get over love. I know that I will never have the courage to rap publicly. I know that Kim Kardashian's *** is most likely not real. I know that travel truly broadens the mind. I know that I'm insecure and over analytical and anxious and easily frustrated. But I know that I'm also passionate and determined and a hopeless romantic and a picky eater and a restless sleeper. And above all: I know that when I look at you I see past your eyes. I know that when you're around I smile wider and laugh louder and flip my hair more often. I know I dress nicer to remind you how beautiful you think I am. I know that I forget to inhale and that the butterfly on my shoulder has to fly up to my ear and remind me to breathe. I know that I care about you more than anyone. I know that I let you into every pore of my body, every opening: my heart, my head, my... I know that I am willing to jump in with my whole body and risk being drenched in water for you. I know that I can make you as happy as you make me But I know that you're scared and vulnerable and hurt But if I'm sure of anything (and mind you, I'm not sure of much) I know that I will hurt and be afraid and breathe with you to make you love me.
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Apr 24, 2012
Apr 24, 2012 at 2:53 AM UTC
10 Things I Know to be True
I know that I will never marry Jimmy Fallon or Donald Glover or Joseph Gordon-Levitt. I know that despite the myths, Brussels sprouts taste awesome. I know that one too many tequila shots will automatically turn you into a philosopher. I know that the sun sets in the East and rises in the West (or is it the other way around?) I know that I am most happiest when I'm surrounded by amazing friends in the unseasonably warm March sun and a banjo is playing. I know that a smile straightens everything out. I know that although you can't forget the past, you can't let it dictate your future. I know that having *** for the first time is weird, and so is **** I know that my hair is golden, my eyes are blue and I will never be stick-thin as hard as I try. I know that there are 24 hours in a day, 7 days in a week and 12 months in a year. But it never seems to be enough time to figure out who you are. I know that people come and go but those that love and care for you will stay glued next to you no matter what. I know that as much as it hurts, you will get over love. I know that I will never have the courage to rap publicly. I know that Kim Kardashian's *** is most likely not real. I know that travel truly broadens the mind. I know that I'm insecure and over analytical and anxious and easily frustrated. But I know that I'm also passionate and determined and a hopeless romantic and a picky eater and a restless sleeper. And above all: I know that when I look at you I see past your eyes. I know that when you're around I smile wider and laugh louder and flip my hair more often. I know I dress nicer to remind you how beautiful you think I am. I know that I forget to inhale and that the butterfly on my shoulder has to fly up to my ear and remind me to breathe. I know that I care about you more than anyone. I know that I let you into every pore of my body, every opening: my heart, my head, my... I know that I am willing to jump in with my whole body and risk being drenched in water for you. I know that I can make you as happy as you make me But I know that you're scared and vulnerable and hurt But if I'm sure of anything (and mind you, I'm not sure of much) I know that I will hurt and be afraid and breathe with you to make you love me.
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Radness The Philosopher’s Stone is not just a spiritual metaphor but an actual substance that can transmute lead or mercury into gold. The Stone is a product of Alchemy. Unlike chemistry, which only deals with physical matter and energy, Alchemy makes use of etheric and astral energies to reconfigure matter at the quantum level. Alchemy is to chemistry what a cube is to the square; it is a superset of chemistry and is capable of so much more. How Etheric Energy Overrides Physical Laws Alchemical achievements require successfully gathering, concentrating, and multiplying etheric energy. When this energy reaches a critical threshold, it overpowers the normal laws of physics and allows seemingly miraculous processes to take place. I believe it does this by biasing probability. By amplifying the probability of minor quantum effects, which are normally limited to the subatomic scale, they manifest on the larger atomic scale. In this way, one element spontaneously transforms into another. The world around us is made of subatomic particles that regularly undergo unpredictable jumps, teleportation, bilocation, superposition, and other strange quantum behaviors. Why don’t everyday solid objects do likewise? Because the random quantum jittering of their subatomic particles collectively average out to zero. Think of a large crowd of people; seen from the air, the crowd as a whole is stationary, even though individuals within the crowd move in seemingly random directions. It’s because their movements are random and uncoordinated that they average to zero net movement on the whole. The world we see around us is merely a crowd of subatomic particles whose individual quantum jumps aren’t apparent because they average to collective stillness. Physical laws that govern our everyday world, known as the deterministic laws of classical physics, are merely the laws of the crowd. These laws are what’s left of quantum physics after the unpredictability is removed through statistical averaging. They are not absolute laws; they are just the most probable manner in which matter and energy behave. Physical laws can be bent. While the probability is incredibly low that enough coordination and coherence develops among the quantum jitters to manifest on a collective scale, that is exactly what etheric energy does. It alters probability and thereby skews the laws of thermodynamics, gravity, electromagnetism, and chemistry. Alchemy does not violate the laws of physics, nor does it always follow them, rather it bends them as needed. It operates upon the quantum foundation from which these laws arise in the first place, via etheric energy affecting the probability of quantum events.
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May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
Alchemy
Radness The Philosopher’s Stone is not just a spiritual metaphor but an actual substance that can transmute lead or mercury into gold. The Stone is a product of Alchemy. Unlike chemistry, which only deals with physical matter and energy, Alchemy makes use of etheric and astral energies to reconfigure matter at the quantum level. Alchemy is to chemistry what a cube is to the square; it is a superset of chemistry and is capable of so much more. How Etheric Energy Overrides Physical Laws Alchemical achievements require successfully gathering, concentrating, and multiplying etheric energy. When this energy reaches a critical threshold, it overpowers the normal laws of physics and allows seemingly miraculous processes to take place. I believe it does this by biasing probability. By amplifying the probability of minor quantum effects, which are normally limited to the subatomic scale, they manifest on the larger atomic scale. In this way, one element spontaneously transforms into another. The world around us is made of subatomic particles that regularly undergo unpredictable jumps, teleportation, bilocation, superposition, and other strange quantum behaviors. Why don’t everyday solid objects do likewise? Because the random quantum jittering of their subatomic particles collectively average out to zero. Think of a large crowd of people; seen from the air, the crowd as a whole is stationary, even though individuals within the crowd move in seemingly random directions. It’s because their movements are random and uncoordinated that they average to zero net movement on the whole. The world we see around us is merely a crowd of subatomic particles whose individual quantum jumps aren’t apparent because they average to collective stillness. Physical laws that govern our everyday world, known as the deterministic laws of classical physics, are merely the laws of the crowd. These laws are what’s left of quantum physics after the unpredictability is removed through statistical averaging. They are not absolute laws; they are just the most probable manner in which matter and energy behave. Physical laws can be bent. While the probability is incredibly low that enough coordination and coherence develops among the quantum jitters to manifest on a collective scale, that is exactly what etheric energy does. It alters probability and thereby skews the laws of thermodynamics, gravity, electromagnetism, and chemistry. Alchemy does not violate the laws of physics, nor does it always follow them, rather it bends them as needed. It operates upon the quantum foundation from which these laws arise in the first place, via etheric energy affecting the probability of quantum events.
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If you overesteem great men, people become powerless. If you overvalue possessions, people begin to steal. The Master leads by emptying people's minds and filling their cores, by weakening their ambition and toughening their resolve. He helps people lose everything they know, everything they desire, and creates confusion in those who think that they know. Practice not-doing, and everything will fall into place. _______ "Lao Tzu is believed to have been a Chinese philosopher (a person who seeks to answer questions about humans and their place in the universe) and the accepted author of the Tao te ching, the main text of Taoist thought. He is considered the father of Chinese Taoism (a philosophy that advocates living a simple life). Read more: Lao Tzu Biography - life, name, death, school, book, old, information, born, time http://www.notablebiographies.com/Ki-Lo/Lao-Tzu.html
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Oct 7, 2010
Oct 7, 2010 at 9:50 AM UTC
The Tao-3. If you overesteem great men, people become powerless.
Born like a kid, Believed like a child, Thought like a philosopher, Depressed like a prisoner, Felt like a sinner, Hated like a lawyer, Ate like a veterinarian, Lied like a politician, Read like a historian, Saw like a physician, Slept like a pharmacist, Smelt like a scientist, Spoke like a priest, Heard like an economist, Loved like a counselor, Tasted like a rich bachelor, Worked like a tool, Cheated like a fool, Walked like a diplomat, And died like a cat.
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Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 12:29 PM UTC
PARADOX
Art is opinion masquerading as truth. When I draw a city, I am drawing the city of my dreams, just as the city that is does not exist. Putting policy into words in the hopes of having yourself heard is not the point of the philosopher, and should not be the end of the penman. When I attempt to make the world see, I manufacture my enemy. We should seek instead to illuminate gracefully, to speak the words beyond the void of flesh, and to touch emotions that swim with depth It will get us nowhere to make art political, of which it is propaganda and employed many an artist in the past; whose dreams of good deeds became hung in a museum for all the wrong reasons, leaving a remnant of an unforseen circumstance hanging dry on an empty tour-guide phonecall Descriptive yet lies Argue the dialectic of truth than the present purfume of lies that is fumigated from the salivary discharge of a cetaceous yearning of ********** of thought, that leftover dream of God That all things should be the same, that all minds should think that way-- if they were, we'd be done with the experiment.
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 7:14 PM UTC
Political Poetry
You put garbage in you get garbage out Health food fanatics know what I am talking about McDonalds, Arby’s and all those Buffets Sluggish citizens working Twelve to ten And to cover up their poor nutrition We soup up the brackish black brew Killing ourselves with more caffeine till We collapse You put garbage in you get garbage out Good teachers with years of experience Know what I am talking about The tweet, the face book Are superficial connections Binge watching brain-dead reality show people Speed reading unverified Articles Peer reviewed paper by academic writers Don’t get the press the talking heads With party lines and hateful sentiments get You put garbage in you get garbage out Any poet philosopher knows what I am talking about Flashing screens switching scenes while twitching teens Sit texting banal and ephemeral things No grand dreams but to be normal No expansion of the human potential Just block and block of picket fence prisons Dreams are limited to advertised fantasies
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC
Garbage In Garbage Out
Act 1: selfless devotion and stuff I loved her, but she was a zombie. So I put her safe in a cage. I knew she loved me too. Because she always tried to hug me. Sometimes the cage was hard to reach. I'm glad she loves to follow me. She liked to escape from her cage. But I'd always put her back. She was sneaky and got into sneaky places. I love her 'cuz of her mischief. Act 2: lovers in a dangerous time There were other zombies, too. I didn't love them at all. They were mean and got in my way. But I was a lot smarter than them. There were lots of other zombies. Lucky I'm a real good jumper. Sometimes I'd even find a gun. Take that, other zombies. If bullets ran out, I'd find another gun. Nothing's going to keep me from my girl. Act 3: "philosopher" isn't a career The other zombies got really angry. That was when it got pretty scary. My love was stronger than my fear. Zombies aren't really that bad anyway. They always stopped when she was safe. Maybe they're happy for our love. I loved her, and she loved me. But then, she was a zombie. Could we be together? I saw her standing there. And then I was a zombie too. And all the humans everywhere died. But the guy and gal zombies were in love, so it's good. To celebrate, they made delicious pancakes. (Zombies can make pancakes). The End.
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 8:31 PM UTC
I saw her standing there, but she was a zombie...
old hunger makes us sick forget who we are and where we're going how to see thru fog how to pierce the sky where's the truth in all this mustard gas and lies translucent silken shadows of people wishy washy wistful thinking like 'o look at big sophisticated words dribbling across page - verbal ***** great philosopher all expression and thought purge speaking in a vacuum' petulant little lines for liar's lurid heart petty little fines growing large from the start what is this point you speak of and how do we get there if it is really about the journey and not the destination then can i get off right now or can i be seal eye headlight hi beams is there trust enough left between us two to go on down this road together or part ways at lightning fork in path no i go into petrified forest bog to hide and melt and decompose bucolic rot under stalwart stoic onlooking trees you go to riches, glory, ******* and now sprouting planted seeds misgivings all forgotten like irreverent, irrelevant childish deeds and i grow bitter and ferment starving gut absinthe filled with frozen wormwood lies like Poe and de Quincy and all the rest
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Sep 26, 2014
Sep 26, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
road
1271 September’s Baccalaureate A combination is Of Crickets—Crows—and Retrospects And a dissembling Breeze That hints without assuming— An Innuendo sear That makes the Heart put up its Fun And turn Philosopher.
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September’s Baccalaureate
There once was a black man... Old at heart, he fought verbally and accordingly with bold words, which abbreviated and arbitrated great art! He spoke of activism. Not just racial, and economic racism. He fought against demonic injustices for you, yes, made me see. He stood for principles of non-violence. Acknowledged corrupt government mileage, European knowledge and college. A philosopher, teacher and preacher as well as a civil rights leader. When he spoke his words of fire indeed chiseled and inspired. Causing some to conspire and also perspire! Born January 15th 1929 in Atlanta, Georgia. Named in honor of the German protestant Martin Luther. Bachelor of Arts degree in sociology. Making a mark in doctoral studies, systematic theology. June 5th 1955 This King married Corretta Scott in Heiberger, Alabama for many to see. Proceeding with four children: Yolanda, Martin Luther the 3rd to be! Dexter Scott and Bernice to increase the peace. Despite the European police, the movements and stressed protests, the silence, ****** and racial violence. The segregation and interrogations in force, instead of integration of course. Black mishaps, lack of differences in relapse perhaps! Plagiarized and slandered, demised by some of the wise. Accused of communistic ties. Blinded by others’ eyes and of our world’s twisted lies. Montgomery, Georgia bus boycott, 1955 was the year. However, forever in disguise, our fear of tears was apparently adhered. From here to near, also all those dear. Mere letters he wrote, from Birmingham jail I quote! From the slums, some of sums, hail and prevail! A creation prevailing into a deriving and thriving nation. Mr. King’s vision of a dream, mission, opposition, optimism and truism, on our wars, welfare and more. I suppose this sounds honest and fair. Mr. King’s theories and worries in emotionalism, evangelism, humanitarianism, racism and socialism. Nobel Peace Prize won in 1964. Regretfully, you may have heard of this before. Government conspiracies and indecencies. Assassination and discrimination, allegedly, by James Earl Ray. On April 4th, I almost choke, because for him, his blood did soak. Some thought this **** was a thrill or forced by will. Others still procrastinate in hate! However, forever Martin Luther King was and still is one of the late greats.
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Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 12:53 PM UTC
Poem Entitled: "Martin Luther King"
There once was a black man... Old at heart, he fought verbally and accordingly with bold words, which abbreviated and arbitrated great art! He spoke of activism. Not just racial, and economic racism. He fought against demonic injustices for you, yes, made me see. He stood for principles of non-violence. Acknowledged corrupt government mileage, European knowledge and college. A philosopher, teacher and preacher as well as a civil rights leader. When he spoke his words of fire indeed chiseled and inspired. Causing some to conspire and also perspire! Born January 15th 1929 in Atlanta, Georgia. Named in honor of the German protestant Martin Luther. Bachelor of Arts degree in sociology. Making a mark in doctoral studies, systematic theology. June 5th 1955 This King married Corretta Scott in Heiberger, Alabama for many to see. Proceeding with four children: Yolanda, Martin Luther the 3rd to be! Dexter Scott and Bernice to increase the peace. Despite the European police, the movements and stressed protests, the silence, ****** and racial violence. The segregation and interrogations in force, instead of integration of course. Black mishaps, lack of differences in relapse perhaps! Plagiarized and slandered, demised by some of the wise. Accused of communistic ties. Blinded by others’ eyes and of our world’s twisted lies. Montgomery, Georgia bus boycott, 1955 was the year. However, forever in disguise, our fear of tears was apparently adhered. From here to near, also all those dear. Mere letters he wrote, from Birmingham jail I quote! From the slums, some of sums, hail and prevail! A creation prevailing into a deriving and thriving nation. Mr. King’s vision of a dream, mission, opposition, optimism and truism, on our wars, welfare and more. I suppose this sounds honest and fair. Mr. King’s theories and worries in emotionalism, evangelism, humanitarianism, racism and socialism. Nobel Peace Prize won in 1964. Regretfully, you may have heard of this before. Government conspiracies and indecencies. Assassination and discrimination, allegedly, by James Earl Ray. On April 4th, I almost choke, because for him, his blood did soak. Some thought this **** was a thrill or forced by will. Others still procrastinate in hate! However, forever Martin Luther King was and still is one of the late greats.
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I am a Province, a State, a Municipality, and a Region. I am a Soldier, a Pilot, a Minister, and a Legion; I am a black man, a white man, a brown man, a woman, A French man, American, Canadian, and Roman. I am a rap artist, a singer, a slam poet and guitarist; I dabble in the dark arts accompanied by a Marxist. I'm a barista, a gas man, a secretary, and Tsarina, A King and a Queen and a janitorial cleaner. I am a "lover," a "hater," a "here now" and "there later," I am Luke Skywalker, yet at the same time, Lord Vader. I am a driver, a walker, a rider, a stalker, A conservative liberal and a well-learned straight-talker. I am a salesman and clerk, A criminal and a serf, The proud owner of a weapon that, while it kills, saves the Earth. I am a drinker and smoker, A consumer and broker, A bomb-maker, con-artist, Priest, and interloper. I am a Citizen. Religious and secular, Macrocosmic, molecular, Suit wearing, uncaring, emphatic, irregular, A "packie," a **** a Scrabble fan playing Yahtzee; A Jihadist, sadistic, addicted to Herodotus, History is repeated by the philosopher that thought of us. The eroticist literature towards which we've all lusted; It looks like the bullets machine-gun is busted. Indifferent, ecstatic, illicett, erratic, An infant, a senior, a young man with bad-lip, A black man, a white man, a brown man, a woman, A Jew and a Christian, a Muslim musician, A monarch, elitist, pro-abortion defeatist, An anarchist, Black Panther, and a rich plutocratic; I am a citizen, And as one, I'm elastic.
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Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 1:35 PM UTC
I am a Citizen.
I am a Province, a State, a Municipality, and a Region. I am a Soldier, a Pilot, a Minister, and a Legion; I am a black man, a white man, a brown man, a woman, A French man, American, Canadian, and Roman. I am a rap artist, a singer, a slam poet and guitarist; I dabble in the dark arts accompanied by a Marxist. I'm a barista, a gas man, a secretary, and Tsarina, A King and a Queen and a janitorial cleaner. I am a "lover," a "hater," a "here now" and "there later," I am Luke Skywalker, yet at the same time, Lord Vader. I am a driver, a walker, a rider, a stalker, A conservative liberal and a well-learned straight-talker. I am a salesman and clerk, A criminal and a serf, The proud owner of a weapon that, while it kills, saves the Earth. I am a drinker and smoker, A consumer and broker, A bomb-maker, con-artist, Priest, and interloper. I am a Citizen. Religious and secular, Macrocosmic, molecular, Suit wearing, uncaring, emphatic, irregular, A "packie," a **** a Scrabble fan playing Yahtzee; A Jihadist, sadistic, addicted to Herodotus, History is repeated by the philosopher that thought of us. The eroticist literature towards which we've all lusted; It looks like the bullets machine-gun is busted. Indifferent, ecstatic, illicett, erratic, An infant, a senior, a young man with bad-lip, A black man, a white man, a brown man, a woman, A Jew and a Christian, a Muslim musician, A monarch, elitist, pro-abortion defeatist, An anarchist, Black Panther, and a rich plutocratic; I am a citizen, And as one, I'm elastic.
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We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move. We shape clay into a *** but it is the emptiness inside that holds whatever we want. We hammer wood for a house, but it is the inner space that makes it livable. We work with being, but non-being is what we use. __ "Lao Tzu is believed to have been a Chinese philosopher (a person who seeks to answer questions about humans and their place in the universe) and the accepted author of the Tao te ching, the main text of Taoist thought. He is considered the father of Chinese Taoism (a philosophy that advocates living a simple life). Read more: Lao Tzu Biography - life, name, death, school, book, old, information, born, time http://www.notablebiographies.com/Ki-Lo/Lao-Tzu.html
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Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 2:38 AM UTC
The Tao- 11. We join spokes together in a wheel
Look, and it can't be seen. Listen, and it can't be heard. Reach, and it can't be grasped. Above, it isn't bright. Below, it isn't dark. Seamless, unnamable, it returns to the realm of nothing. Form that includes all forms, image without an image, subtle, beyond all conception. Approach it and there is no beginning; follow it and there is no end. You can't know it, but you can be it, at ease in your own life. Just realize where you come from: this is the essence of wisdom. ___ "Lao Tzu is believed to have been a Chinese philosopher (a person who seeks to answer questions about humans and their place in the universe) and the accepted author of the Tao Te Ching, the main text of Taoist thought. He is considered the father of Chinese Taoism (a philosophy that advocates living a simple life). Read more: Lao Tzu Biography - life, name, death, school, book, old, information, born, time http://www.notablebiographies.com/Ki-Lo/Lao-Tzu.html
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Nov 5, 2010
Nov 5, 2010 at 11:53 AM UTC
The Tao 14 - Look, and it can't be seen.
We celebrate 5th September as teachers’ day Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan was born on this very day He showed the Indian nation the right way His debt how can we repay? He is a universal teacher And a man of inimitable stature Wisdom and simplicity are the hallmarks of his feature Incomparable oration is his nature He rose to the nation’s highest post And tried to build a bridge between east and west His philosophical teachings are the best And his knowledge of English is very vast He is Plato’s philosopher king As President honour and dignity did he bring He brought religion a new meaning His glory and greatness I would like to sing Yours sincerely, JVL NARASIMHA RAO INDIA
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Dec 30, 2010
Dec 30, 2010 at 6:23 PM UTC
A UNIVERSAL TEACHER
Can you coax your mind from its wandering and keep to the original oneness? Can you let your body become supple as a newborn child's? Can you cleanse your inner vision until you see nothing but the light? Can you love people and lead them without imposing your will? Can you deal with the most vital matters by letting events take their course? Can you step back from you own mind and thus understand all things? Giving birth and nourishing, having without possessing, acting with no expectations, leading and not trying to control: this is the supreme virtue. __ "Lao Tzu is believed to have been a Chinese philosopher (a person who seeks to answer questions about humans and their place in the universe) and the accepted author of the Tao te ching, the main text of Taoist thought. He is considered the father of Chinese Taoism (a philosophy that advocates living a simple life). Read more: Lao Tzu Biography - life, name, death, school, book, old, information, born, time http://www.notablebiographies.com/Ki-Lo/Lao-Tzu.html
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Oct 22, 2010
Oct 22, 2010 at 11:17 PM UTC
The Tao-10. Can you coax your mind from its wandering
My Prize for Waiting ~ *tucked in all by myself, resting dark and quiet in the thin place^ where the distance between this world and the next, is no distance at all, but  a few inches separating, easily fordable, back and forth-able my palms, hands down, come to rest on my ******* and the two thumbs in unison, begin to sweep the streaming space of their in-between, conducting a radar sweep-search for the precise point passageway to poetic mystical places, hoping to snag any residuals for safekeeping no hurry to either arrive or depart, in patient attendance for rhythms of woven word arrivistes, coming in no particular order, asking to be seized, greedy to be nominated and recognized, immortalized, as great poetry, prize worthy, kept for all time inside others poetry chests but in the thin place, dream records are not kept, hazy scraps at best retained, a recipe for a witnessed totality, is only a soupy reduction of a few seconds of hazed video, that can neither give nor get no satisfaction the plastic surgeons attempt to reconstruct the body of the meal, the real deal, alas, there are no prizes either for botched surgeries and pretty but meaningless poetry scraps the only evidence of my travels, a flushing, blushing residual flow, slow to dissipate, a hangover makers mark of a sojourn best described as unsatisfying, my blush, a prize for waiting but failing, “the most peculiar and most human of all expressions”^^ woe to me when returned in ignominy, medaled in only base irony, me and philosopher Pliny,^^^ both dying while recording our own private Vesuvius, our bodies preserved by voluminous volcanic ash, but alas, you cannot recite the ash of poetry so one waits, cut and pasting brown edged burnt photographs epistles, that are clinging and clung to the distaff spindle, insufficient to weave a flax complete and yet we return perforce twenty four hours from now, to snag another prized piece of meaningless, my prize for waiting in the solitude of the thin place* 3:35am Saturday April 6th, 2019 ~ last nights scrap ***cease your whining, seize your waiting, therein is your own paid price for the prize of inspiration*** inspired by Jean Fisher, a real prize winning poet
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Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 4:26 AM UTC
My Prize for Waiting
My Prize for Waiting ~ *tucked in all by myself, resting dark and quiet in the thin place^ where the distance between this world and the next, is no distance at all, but  a few inches separating, easily fordable, back and forth-able my palms, hands down, come to rest on my ******* and the two thumbs in unison, begin to sweep the streaming space of their in-between, conducting a radar sweep-search for the precise point passageway to poetic mystical places, hoping to snag any residuals for safekeeping no hurry to either arrive or depart, in patient attendance for rhythms of woven word arrivistes, coming in no particular order, asking to be seized, greedy to be nominated and recognized, immortalized, as great poetry, prize worthy, kept for all time inside others poetry chests but in the thin place, dream records are not kept, hazy scraps at best retained, a recipe for a witnessed totality, is only a soupy reduction of a few seconds of hazed video, that can neither give nor get no satisfaction the plastic surgeons attempt to reconstruct the body of the meal, the real deal, alas, there are no prizes either for botched surgeries and pretty but meaningless poetry scraps the only evidence of my travels, a flushing, blushing residual flow, slow to dissipate, a hangover makers mark of a sojourn best described as unsatisfying, my blush, a prize for waiting but failing, “the most peculiar and most human of all expressions”^^ woe to me when returned in ignominy, medaled in only base irony, me and philosopher Pliny,^^^ both dying while recording our own private Vesuvius, our bodies preserved by voluminous volcanic ash, but alas, you cannot recite the ash of poetry so one waits, cut and pasting brown edged burnt photographs epistles, that are clinging and clung to the distaff spindle, insufficient to weave a flax complete and yet we return perforce twenty four hours from now, to snag another prized piece of meaningless, my prize for waiting in the solitude of the thin place* 3:35am Saturday April 6th, 2019 ~ last nights scrap ***cease your whining, seize your waiting, therein is your own paid price for the prize of inspiration*** inspired by Jean Fisher, a real prize winning poet
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When my world was collapsing, You came as a pillar, When my dreams were fading, You came as a light, When my thoughts became blank, You filled it in with color, When my smile started dying, You became the reason for me to rejoice, When tears in my eyes overflowed, You bought solace in them, When I started feeling lonely, You bought life back in me, When my mood became emotional, You made me practical, When I missed terribly my people You mimicked each one for me, When darkness came near me, You bought brightness with your presence, When I felt it to be end of road, You showed me new path, new goal, When today I think of you, So many emotions surge in my heart, Love, Gratitude, Guide, Philosopher, The best one though is last to come, Coz’ I make you my dearest friend, You have given me so much I can never repay, But promise I make, to be always happy, Promise I make, that I will always smile As in my Smile lies my dearest friends Smile. Neha srivastava
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May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 1:09 PM UTC
...... SMILE.....!!
Fill your bowl to the brim and it will spill. Keep sharpening your knife and it will blunt. Chase after money and security and your heart will never unclench. Care about people's approval and you will be their prisoner. Do your work, then step back. The only path to serenity. ______ "Lao Tzu is believed to have been a Chinese philosopher (a person who seeks to answer questions about humans and their place in the universe) and the accepted author of the Tao te ching, the main text of Taoist thought. He is considered the father of Chinese Taoism (a philosophy that advocates living a simple life). Read more: Lao Tzu Biography - life, name, death, school, book, old, information, born, time http://www.notablebiographies.com/Ki-Lo/Lao-Tzu.html
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Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 11:52 AM UTC
The Tao-9. Fill your bowl to the brim
In the parched path I have seen the good lizard (one drop of crocodile) meditating. With his green frock-coat of an abbot of the devil, his correct bearing and his stiff collar, he has the sad air of an old professor. Those faded eyes of a broken artist, how they watch the afternoon in dismay! Is this, my friend, your twilight constitutional? Please use your cane, you are very old, Mr. Lizard, and the children of the village may startle you. What are you seeking in the path, my near-sighted philosopher, if the wavering phantasm of the parched afternoon has broken the horizon? Are you seeking the blue alms of the moribund heaven? A penny of a star? Or perhaps you've been reading a volume of Lamartine, and you relish the plasteresque trills of the birds? (You watch the setting sun, and your eyes shine, oh, dragon of the frogs, with a human radiance. Ideas, gondolas without oars, cross the shadowy waters of your burnt-out eyes.) Have you come looking for that lovely lady lizard, green as the wheatfields of May, as the long locks of sleeping pools, who scorned you, and then left you in your field? Oh, sweet idyll, broken among the sweet sedges! But, live! What the devil! I like you. The motto 'I oppose the serpent' triumphs in that grand double chin of a Christian archbishop. Now the sun has dissolved in the cup of the mountains, and the flocks cloud the roadway. It is the hour to depart: leave the dry path and your meditations. You will have time to look at the stars when the worms are eating you at their leisure. Go home to your house by the village, of the crickets! Good night, my friend Mr. Lizard! Now the field is empty, the mountains dim, the roadway deserted. Only, now and again, a cuckoo sings in the darkness of the poplar trees.
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The Old Lizard
In the parched path I have seen the good lizard (one drop of crocodile) meditating. With his green frock-coat of an abbot of the devil, his correct bearing and his stiff collar, he has the sad air of an old professor. Those faded eyes of a broken artist, how they watch the afternoon in dismay! Is this, my friend, your twilight constitutional? Please use your cane, you are very old, Mr. Lizard, and the children of the village may startle you. What are you seeking in the path, my near-sighted philosopher, if the wavering phantasm of the parched afternoon has broken the horizon? Are you seeking the blue alms of the moribund heaven? A penny of a star? Or perhaps you've been reading a volume of Lamartine, and you relish the plasteresque trills of the birds? (You watch the setting sun, and your eyes shine, oh, dragon of the frogs, with a human radiance. Ideas, gondolas without oars, cross the shadowy waters of your burnt-out eyes.) Have you come looking for that lovely lady lizard, green as the wheatfields of May, as the long locks of sleeping pools, who scorned you, and then left you in your field? Oh, sweet idyll, broken among the sweet sedges! But, live! What the devil! I like you. The motto 'I oppose the serpent' triumphs in that grand double chin of a Christian archbishop. Now the sun has dissolved in the cup of the mountains, and the flocks cloud the roadway. It is the hour to depart: leave the dry path and your meditations. You will have time to look at the stars when the worms are eating you at their leisure. Go home to your house by the village, of the crickets! Good night, my friend Mr. Lizard! Now the field is empty, the mountains dim, the roadway deserted. Only, now and again, a cuckoo sings in the darkness of the poplar trees.
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daffy duck is tired daffy duck is quacking tired of being drawn and being scripted and engineered into always being a cartoon character; daffy duck no longer wants to be daffy duck the cartoon character daffy duck wants to be a philosopher which is all quite quacking satisfying even just to think about and so daffy duck the philosopher thinks: *daffy duck thinks, therefore daffy duck is; but if I, daffy duck do not think I am daffy duck and renounce all the scripts and the words and the expectations and the roles; if I do not think I am daffy duck I am no longer daffy duck or, for that matter, any quacking duck* and so (much to the dismay of loyal fans who want always to be Daffy Duck Fans) daffy duck is no more the cartoon character and becomes daffy duck the philosopher; and daffy duck the philosopher thinks himself out of the quacking role of daffy duck as any quacking duck or anybody at all (much to the dismay of loyal fans who want always to be Daffy Duck Fans)
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Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 2:34 AM UTC
daffy duck the philosopher