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PeacockBrain Apr 2012
LSD
Brother don't leave me now,
Come down this way with me.
If you go out on your own
You'll never return saf-ely.
ForgottenDiety Nov 2016
Philippines is now facing one of its biggest problem on the objectivity of history and politics: whether former President Marcos deserves to be buried in the libingan ng mga bayani.

It is like asking whether it was right to name Harry Potter's son after Professor Severus Name knowing that he was a former death eater and has done 'inappropriate' acts (muggles' term) yet changed and even fought against Lord Voldemort just to maintain the peace in wizarding world.

Former president Marcos is not a hero and was a dictator. Only those who have lived during his term would know what life was under his ruling. However, either he declared Marcial Law for personal motive or for the state's, we don't have the right to condemn his family. A father's fault will never be his offspring's.


we forget about the hundred farmers who were slained during the Hacienda Luicita Massacre? How about the 44 SAF members who were killed in an 'undisclosed' operation?

We should weigh every detail that we could incurre before we shout what we are fighting for. Lets not turn blind with what are ancestors have taught us. Let us educate ourselves in order for us to know the truth. And in this article, either i am in favor or not will just be based on how you interpret this. Since everyone of us has the right to have its own interpretation. And it seems everyone in the social media will fight for its own interpretation.

As regards for naming Harry's son, I respect him after all it was his own decision to make.
Balance, Life, Sadness, Happiness, Forgiveness, Apology.
a Nov 2014
It's the sixth of Muharram
and we just cried about
Qasim
The little hall is getting fuller,
but my inhaler's there to rescue
when it wasn't there to save
Sakina
from the flames at Sham-e-Ghariba
Or help to heal As-Sajjad
and make him a bit stronger.

The tension's rising, because I
have never been, and Iraq is
in so much undeserved trouble
And the mosque's gotta close
by twelve or the authorities'll
get to ya.
And we don't want that to happen.

The saf is rushed, and words pronounced wrong
seven year old's are joining the adult one
even though they know they're too short
because no one's taught 'em how to do it

It's gham time and the Maulana's
rushing it, quickening the masaib
so as not to go overtime

Sitting and observing
and trying to see it as an
outsider
It's all so beautiful
the tears for goodness and the
community spirit
We're not terrorists trying to
take over the world
We're Hussainis, try'na
help it
A horribly written poem about the general atmosphere at a Khoja Shia Mosque right now. If the context and explanation is wanted, don't hesitate to let me know. It'd be really quite interesting if you like history, politics and philosophy.
Maddii Lloyd Jun 2016
Safe Drive
Safe Driv
Safe Dri
Safe Dr
Safe D
Safe
Saf
Sa
S

ringing in my head,
looking down at my phone
one more time

replying with

"i will, I love..."

her later getting the phone call
I never really got to
tell her how I feel and I guess
I never will.

being 6ft under
with the words still at
my fingertips.
and the dirt muffling
my screams
Delilah I Causin Feb 2015
Tribute To The  Fallen SAF

Woe to troops of bemedalled cops
Ill fated elite forces, they were the tops
Uniformed men, well trained and bright
Braved the stillness of the cold night
Sneaked through the forests deep
While rebels dozed off to sleep.

Heroic mission to the jaws of death
Men unfazed went in glorious treat
Walked straight to the enemies' lair
Before the break of first dawn flare
Under cover of the pitch dark night
Unbroken, unyielding, all set to fight.

Two terrorists to neutralize or slew
Anti terror raid ordered to push through
Gallant men unswerving in their pursuit
Display of valor, in dispute be resolute
Onward with brevity,victory almost at hand
Foes' enclaves were quietly overran.

Rebels alerted to sounds of gunfire
Drew up arms going haywire
In salacious and murderous frenzy,
Engaged the intruders in butchery
Moro rebels' treacherous cry
Avenge the terrorists slay try.

Valiant ones mercilessly felled by bullets
That ripped through their souls and bodies
Eyes stared up the skies to God be plead
Last dying wish be home with beloved
Heroes' blood splattered on the ground
Pain and death in glory were in rebound.

Silence pervaded the blood bathed marshland
Their sacrifice to nourish dear motherland
Woe to the gallant men who fought and died
Gave up their lives in the name of peace and pride
Woe to a people who revere, sorrow they cannot hide.

Woe to a nation that grieves over its fallen men.

                                                 Delilah Causin, Feb 3, 2015
Johnny Noiπ Jan 2019
People went to the kitchen
to go up the mountain to make
sure the man died of money,
waiting for a man who believes eight people have fallen.
On the night of September 11,
Hackey, Miss. Pepsi and my heart, your dad,
   some people in the desert to sing a funny song at night,
a friendly approach to Latin Viveka
As storm car mountaineers are strong
and affordable,                  inexpensive mountain tricks.
For the fate of his father,                 the shopping center
considers that goal as stones, nails, and cars.
This stellar sky puppet,                                            Poros bandit Ultrice
         plays curved line,
controls the spirit of dimension and desire of the victim,
controls burning on the dream victim and stopping the Nnfao function.
Start the cleaning skins desktop Darshan,
action tools exclusive for the weapons of asthma,
the colors of the beloved Palm Lakes,
for everyone Frames, SAF Security Weekend
eR Sensitive Animation Blood's High Density
                                               Tries to Improve
                             Waiting on the warm colors
Oniss Project, Sleeping Daily, serving Orange,
leaping cell station walking down the road unconsciously
and with enough comfort,
Defoe Avoids Escape, practical,        and rarely the same rate service sold, remains free.                                      There is only one bottle of blue irony,
and at night there is a risk of running
500 black black buses with gray and white.
And no less than night life of animals,
killing innocent people,                                              even angry enemies,
even ******, and saying no one wants to live.
This is a collection of our tournaments
and always make sure not to shoot a tour if he
wins the 400 Series 2014 oxygen healing,                  which is overheating,
                        a bath in the health center.
The hot illness is an invisible thing that requires
          Apple to show business leadership.
Other Economic Events on the Back Bay
on the Hill When they died,      they died.
The same was confessed to eight people.
On October 11, doctors from doctors                                  sing-singing
and their father can do everything to see him.
Some may be in the night game "Happy vilikeki"
English climate, friendly attitude and aribech'i
le'ak'irebiyi, moral wisdom.
The door to the Senate, the happy father confessed
that the temple could not take the fate of the city,
twist and send straight presents.            Pupi šikuwēši (red) shots in the sky, monitoring and maturity,
black lines an urgent need for trauma
in the program and guards working to
control fire and enifi'oni.        The perfect day is lit by the witch's standards,
                                                 so yepelimili goes through all the pools.
SAF's festive atmosphere       has transformed deeply suspicious animations
on the table, becoming fragile                          and seventy-seventh in Cairo.
Expect more examples of legs
that allow the railway station                to provide traffic mobility managers,
comfort and satisfaction to deaf and dumb people,
and Lemeneia 'et'elimi
                   still need to sell a book to sell šitēkicheri;
Blue White Available 500 bullets And the loss of life,
Blood loss in innocent blood.                                          Anger and hostility,
murderers and nobody wants to live.
This is a moment,                                                   but not less than in 2014,
our collection was oxygen,
                                              and nothing would be a blessing.
Half time does not reveal the beliefs that the Lord's salvation
                 is for Lore's visit.                                      Make a case of illness
                      that should be                   |
                                                               ­                                 invisible,
                                       because Apple is a problem.
Johnny Noiπ Jul 2018
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I wa ντ ο το σύσκεψη μυ ασς ωηιλε
Η σκητ ίντος υουρ μουθ. νοών γεται ων
υουρ κνέες ικε ο κνοω σμεαρινγ υουρ
τωνγυε ην σκητ χόβολη & λικκ μυ ασσχολε
σμιάρεδ ην χοκολατε & νοών σαυ
ο λοβέρδος με, Η θίνκινγκ Ιλλουμινάτι
νεβέρ φοργετ υουρ έαρς ωηιλε ο χονγ
νάχετε ανδ ωηιτε ην χάινς δαγλινγ φρομ θε
φυσκινγ πλασκασοβίτη κέιλινγ;
α γοδδεσσ-σλαβε το θε μοον ονδέργρουνδ:
μυ λοβέρδος, μυ δρέαμ, μυ - σαυ μυ ναμε
ην κουέτα ανδ ην σεκρετ, ωηατ χάβι ιού
λεαρνέτ βυ πεερινγ υπάρχει μυ φαύτ ωηιτε ασς
το ρεδδεφίνη βεαυτη ας α γοδδεςσ ασς, υησ,
ιού άρη ωομαν, κυέην οφ θης ωορλδ κουετλυ
συσκινγ κόκκινο ην πυβλικ ων στάγειρα ην
σαβ ρίδες ηομε ανδ φύσκεδ ην θε ασς βυ \
χιλδρεναντ ολδ μην ανδ λεσβιανς ωιτη στραπ-

697BCE-c.5000AD

I wa nt o to sýskepsi my *** oiile [I want to set
                my oily *** on ur mouth]
                               I skit íntos your mouth.
   noón getai        on your knées ike o knoo
   smearin'g your ton'gye in skit chóvoli
  & likk my asschole smiáred in chokolate
& noón saf o lovérdos me, I thín'kin'nk
Illoumináti nevér forget your éars oiile
o chon'g náchete and oiite in cháins daglin'g
from the fyskin'g plaskasovíti kéilin'g?           a goddess-slave to the moon ondérground:        my lovérdos, my dréam,
my - saf my name in kouéta and in sekret,
oiat chávi ioú learnét vy peerin'g ypárchei
my fáft oiite *** to reddefíni          ☉ ☉         veafti as a goddess ***,
yis, ioú ári ooman, kyéin              ☉ ☉           of this oorld kouetly
syskin'g kókkino in pyvlik on stágeira in sav rídes
            iome and fýsked in the *** vy childrenant
                              old min and lesvians oiti strap-
Oktubre at Nobiembre 2015 –
Ika-14 ng Oktubre, CapSU-Dumarao 33rd Anniversary
Sa Crim. Logo-Making Contest hurado si Mi
Ika-5 ng Nobiembre, sa CapSU-Dumarao muling nagtungo
Pagkapananghalian sa 3 Kids, Transcript ni Mi pinroseso
Ika-12, sa CapSU-Dumarao parin
Career Guidance ng SAF, si Mi ay layong padaluhin!

-11/11/2015
(Dumarao)
*6th MiJo poem
My Poem No. 402
Elkhan Asgar Nov 2024
Boyansın qoy cahan nura, işığa.
Qalib gəlsin günəş zülmət soyuğa.
Dünyanı bürüyən bu bulaşığa,
Dalğa-dalğa hücum çəksin saf sular,
Bəlkə onda təmizlənər, arınar.

İnsanoğlu, bezmədinmi savaşdan?
Duymazmısan, dünya söylər yavaşdan:
- Hikkəndən, kinindən, qəzəbli başdan,
Məhv edəssən elmini, taqətini
Açmaq üçün kainatın sirrini!
It was written at the request of my friend Rahib!

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