Nothing To Gein

Cold and silent, soiled face I will wash it all away,
With my love,
Thats all shes ever needed, from me
Its my time, to mother,
One of my own in my life,
I am so alone, left with no one
In my life, Im so alone
Life submissiveness,
Hypnotizing the ignorant a little boys best friends always his mother,
At least thats what she said,
Life of a simple man,
Taught that everyone else is dirty,
And their love is meaningless,
Im just a soiled dirty boy,
Im just a soiled dirty boy,
Sheltered life innocence,
Insulated memories, spark reflections of my head,
Duality in my consciousness,
Caught in the war of hemispheres,
Between the love lost in my head,

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song performed by Mudvayne
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Can't Stop The Sun

Well you may take my money
You may turn off my microphone
But you can't steal
What you can't feel
Can't stop the sun - from shining, shining
Down and down and down
And you may think you control things
But there'll be more just like me
Who won't give in
Who'll rise again
Can't stop the world - from turning, turning
'round and 'round and 'round
Hey mister bussiness man
Be sure to wash your hands
Be careful where you stand
'cause life goes on, and on, and on
life goes on, and on, and on
And you may think it's all over
But there'll be more just like me
Who won't give in

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song performed by Tom Petty
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The Odyssey: Book 15

But Minerva went to the fair city of Lacedaemon to tell Ulysses' son
that he was to return at once. She found him and Pisistratus
sleeping in the forecourt of Menelaus's house; Pisistratus was fast
asleep, but Telemachus could get no rest all night for thinking of his
unhappy father, so Minerva went close up to him and said:
"Telemachus, you should not remain so far away from home any longer,
nor leave your property with such dangerous people in your house; they
will eat up everything you have among them, and you will have been
on a fool's errand. Ask Menelaus to send you home at once if you
wish to find your excellent mother still there when you get back.
Her father and brothers are already urging her to marry Eurymachus,
who has given her more than any of the others, and has been greatly
increasing his wedding presents. I hope nothing valuable may have been
taken from the house in spite of you, but you know what women are-
they always want to do the best they can for the man who marries them,
and never give another thought to the children of their first husband,
nor to their father either when he is dead and done with. Go home,
therefore, and put everything in charge of the most respectable
woman servant that you have, until it shall please heaven to send
you a wife of your own. Let me tell you also of another matter which

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poem by Homer, translated by Samuel Butler
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Kyoto

surrounded by mountains
when the full moon floats
it seems that I run into Bamboo Prince
chattering wood-flip-flops
wearing Kimono

He lives in an eel house to avoid summer heat
that has summer breezes running through
He is looking at the inside-garden
hearing bamboo-hose receiving flowing water
making sounds against a hand-wash-stone-pot

colorful maple leaves fall onto him

gets caught in A-Bridal-Day of Fox on a sunny cold winter day
eats herring-soba to keep up with protein

enjoys spring covered in pink
cherry blossoms will be on

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poem by Wabi Sabi
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Oil Replaces Gold Standard

(Essay)

“Oil is the new gold standard. As international community becomes more oil dependent the closer mankind moves to global fascism.”
ROTMS

Securing all known oil reserves is the goal/long term plan of the United States, Britain and other conspirators. This gives them control over extraction, distribution and pricing.

“Peak oil” is a myth created to instill fear and create panic. There’s enough oil in Alaska alone to furnish the needs of the United States for more than enough time to develop alternate energy. The exploration, mapping, drilling and capping of oil wells on Gull Island located in the waters of Prudhoe Bay, Alaska is well known. The by-product of the Alaskan oil wells is an abundance of natural gas, indeed enough to supply heating needs in the U.S. for a very long time. The current administration dare not open this vast oil/natural gas reserve, lest their long term plans be spoiled.

In order to accomplish a global monopoly the conspirators must eliminate rogue producer/competitors like Iran, Venezuela and Russia. To this end, Bush-Cheney are currently pressing hard to start a war with Iran, by any means including lies and false accusations. They’re acutely aware that Iranian oil production readies to sell their oil for currencies other than the U.S. dollar. This could dramatically lower the price of gas at the pump and devastate the U.S. economy.

You may ask why/how could lower prices be harmful to the U.S. economy.
The simple truth resides in the deals cut with Saudi Arabia and other world oil producers by the USA. Indeed, the written and unwritten agreements that guarantee producers fabulous wealth, as long as they sell oil for dollars. The principal reason why Bush invaded Iraq was to curtail Hussein’s threat to sell oil for Euros. He’d still be in power today had he played ball with U.S. handlers.

As the largest oil producer in the world Saudi Arabia represents a classic example of how “One hand washes the other”. Big oil companies develop the oil fields and supervise extraction, Wall Street banking middlemen set oil barrel prices for dollars and collect huge profits, then as agreed Saudis plow their profits into the U.S. to help pay off debt. Should this delicate balance be disturbed, U.S. economic collapse would ensue. Now plug this scenario into other world producers and the conspiracy is exposed.

As it stands today, high prices at the gas pump are servicing national debt by we the consumers. To make things worse, offshore hedge funds are manipulating oil futures by speculating on the rise and fall of price of a barrel of oil, thus adding to volatility.

Planning and common sense have been thrown out the window for global control and profit…what follows is global fascism and “New World Order”.

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poem by Ray Lucero
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Save Me - (by LionTamer)

Families destroyed, screams of pain.
visions from hell, keep me insane.
eyelids stitched open, I lay awake
What have we done for heavens sake.

Satan knows my name for sure.
Sins to pay, on the list to burn I am.
committed against the soul,
committed against man.

Baby doll heads, wooden toys
Smoldering with ashes
Remnants of innocence amongst human waste.
Remnants of evil of men with no taste.

Amongst these monsters I hide my mind.
I hide the feelings that bind human kind.

In a caged existence so I am
Surrounded by monsters

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Crouchin’ On The Outside

One two three four five six seven eight hey baby you're a little too late
I'm standin' on the outside lookin' in at you on the inside
Lookin' out at me on the outside lookin' in
Through the window of my madness at a place I never been
And you say you understand just what my trouble's all about
But you're sitting on the inside playing on the win side
While I'm freezing on the outside in the what's-it-all-about side
Lookin' in at you on the inside looking out

One two three four five six seven eight hey Jim let's talk about hate
I'm walkin' on the white side lookin' 'round at you on the brown side
Lookin' back at him on the black side lookin' down
And we're mouthin' words of freedom but we don't make any sound
And we clasp our hands in brotherhood and then go wash our hands
While you're stayin' on the brown side on the go-ahead-and-put-me-down side
While I'm standin' on the white side on the got-me-way-up-tight side
Lookin' back at him on the black side lookin' back

One two three four five six seven eight hey Claude don't bother to wait
You're cruisin' on the gay side lookin' straight at me on the straight side

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poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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To Perilla

Ah, my Perilla, dost thou grieve to see
Me day by day to steal away from thee?
Age calls me hence, and my grey hairs bid come,
And haste away to mine eternal home.
'Twill not be long, Perilla, after this,
That I must give thee the supremest kiss.
Dead when I am, first cast in salt, and bring
Part of the cream from that religious spring,
With which, Perilla, wash my hands and feet.
That done, then wind me in that very sheet
Which wrapped thy smooth limbs when thou didst implore
The gods' protection but the night before.
Follow me weeping to my turf, and there
Let fall a primrose, and with it a tear;
Then, lastly, let some weekly-strewings be
Devoted to the memory of me:
Then shall my ghost not walk about, but keep
Still in the cool and silent shades of sleep.

poem by Robert Herrick
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TO PERlLLA

Ah, my Perilla! dost thou grieve to see
Me, day by day, to steal away from thee?
Age calls me hence, and my gray hairs bid come,
And haste away to mine eternal home;
'Twill not be long, Perilla, after this,
That I must give thee the supremest kiss:--
Dead when I am, first cast in salt, and bring
Part of the cream from that religious spring,
With which, Perilla, wash my hands and feet;
That done, then wind me in that very sheet
Which wrapt thy smooth limbs, when thou didst implore
The Gods' protection, but the night before;
Follow me weeping to my turf, and there
Let fall a primrose, and with it a tear:
Then lastly, let some weekly strewings be
Devoted to the memory of me;
Then shall my ghost not walk about, but keep
Still in the cool and silent shades of sleep.

poem by Robert Herrick
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Let our tears be the key of my Stay......

mold my day with your praising hope, oh! praise
my dear heart, be the beginning of all my wisdom to
know your everlasting love and let the arrow of the
stray spare of the enemy poisons not my entity

let me show the horizon mid-shadow of the glows,
passing the daylight of the sun and push the
sheltering sounding choir of angel voice in our hearts
of cherishing love that beacon's in our lives

my whole self, offer the birth of what is today and
nay let my hand wash my taste that leads of what you
have seen today; pour out all the tears, droplets of
sweet fall may call my regrets

now the Roses have grown us tall, waiting us to fall,
ask my hand that you will be back again in my
dreamy night that leads me to call, come my dear
someone, as the night may not close for the night may
fall

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Whats A Man To Do

Before the tears Ive cried
Have even dried
Shell be with him
Theyll look in each others eyes
And with her lips still warm with lies
Shell kiss him
And though she knows shes wrong
She just keeps on
Keepin me hangin on
Tell me:
Chorus:
Whats a man to do
When the one hes promised to
Finds somebody new
Should I just stand by
Watch the love Ive lived for die
Lord I wish I knew
Tell me whats a man to do
Maybe Ill make a stand
Or should I just wash my hands

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Whats A Man To Do

Before the tears Ive cried
Have even dried
Shell be with him
Theyll look in each others eyes
And with her lips still warm with lies
Shell kiss him
And though she knows shes wrong
She just keeps on
Keepin me hangin on
Tell me:
Chorus:
Whats a man to do
When the one hes promised to
Finds somebody new
Should I just stand by
Watch the love Ive lived for die
Lord I wish I knew
Tell me whats a man to do
Maybe Ill make a stand
Or should I just wash my hands

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song performed by Vince Gill
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It Smells So Good and Fresh

Nuts have been cracked from their shells,
And their secret taste now scatters.
The ingredients to flavor on pictured menus shown...
Are not the same,
Brewed by stewed cooks hidden and deranged.
They've been hired to prepare pleasant presentations.
But all guests observing...
Have spotted one among them without class.
And feeding on something,
They find delicious not served to them.
And one of their kind removed his mask and asked:

'What is that you're having?
It smells so good and fresh.
We always accept invitations here...
But this crap we eat is a mess.'

This right here is called Integrity.
Over here is a thick slice of Truth.
You probably got a whiff of this...

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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An Adventure in the Life of King James V of Scotland

On one occasion King James the Fifth of Scotland, when alone, in disguise,
Near by the Bridge of Cramond met with rather a disagreeable surprise.
He was attacked by five gipsy men without uttering a word,
But he manfully defended himself with his sword.

There chanced to be a poor man threshing corn in a barn near by,
Who came out on hearing the noise so high;
And seeing one man defending himself so gallantly,
That he attacked the gipsies with his flail, and made them flee.

Then he took the King into the barn,
Saying, "I hope, sir, you've met with no great harm;
And for five men to attack you, it's a disgrace;
But stay, I'll fetch a towel and water to wash your face."

And when the King washed the blood off his face and hands,
"Now, sir, I wish to know who you are," the King demands.
"My name, sir, is John Howieson, a bondsman on the farm of Braehead."
"Oh, well," replied the King, "your company I need not dread."

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poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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I'm My Own Prisoner (Revised in Line Form and Viewable)

A demon walks free in my dreams.
Is it right he does so?
So many answers I shall never know.
Always alone in surroundings so compounding.
How do I wash my hands clean?
They continuously bleed.
It's like I have sickle cell anemia, but psychologically.
What is my methodology behind it all?
If I keep helping reaching out through all the crowds, does it make it easier? What is it and do I control it?
Is love that powerful.
Can it rule hate?
Can anyone relate to the these thoughts I constantly contemplate.
An empty soul behind an iron gate.
Locked away forever never be set free.
It's irony that I'm my own prisoner to protect the most evil and vile from harm. Most can't do what I'm doing they would snap like itty bitty twig.
Does that make me the better man?
I definitely hope it can cause if it don't I'm already damned.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Turning Blue

With the ease of a practised smile
The tears of a crocodile
Well shake then wash your hands
Of the smell of foreign land
The propaganda woman said
It might be worse you could be dead
Now weve an impressive show
Lets wind it up and watch it go
Still a strange thing to me
Is theres no place Id rather be
Rollercoasting backwards to
Up and down and turning blue
No pie in the sky
For the small man gets smaller
But a poke in the eye
From an unwelcome caller
Still a strange thing to me
Is theres no place Id rather be
Rollercoasting backwards to
Up and down and turning blue

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song performed by Madness
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Song About The Moon

If you want to write a song about the moon
Walk along the craters of the afternoon
When the shadows are deep
And the light is alien
And gravity leaps like a knife off the pavement
And you want to write a song about the moon
You want to write a spiritual tune
Then nah nah nah
Presto
Song about about the moon
If you want to write a song about the heart
Think about the moon before you start
Because the heart will howl
Like a dog in the moonlight
And the heart can explode
Like a pistol on a june night
So if you want to write a song about the heart
And its ever-longing for a counterpart
Write a song about the moon
The laughing boy

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song performed by Paul Simon
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Blood Keeper

Do it right
Save time
Make love
Feel fine about everything
Im obsessed, Im a wreck, Im insane.
Isnt that what you want me to say?
Dont you need to feel my blood on the tracks today?
Look right
Shield my eyes
Cough it up
Apologize to everyone
Im obsessed, Im a wreck, Im insane
Isnt that what you want me to say?
Dont you need to feel my blood on the tracks today?
Lovely body parts for everyone
Come and take them off right now
What do you need them for, its just the two of us
No ones asking you why
Im obsessed, Im a wreck, Im insane
Isnt that what you want me to say?

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song performed by Liz Phair
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Last Night

I just want to enjoy my life
And show this world how to care
And nothing brings more joy to my life
Than knowing a girl will be there

Are ya happy girl?
(Huh?)
Knowing that you right near broke my heart in a piece or two
(Huh?)
Knowing that I would have walked across the ocean for you
Saying you're young and confused
Well that's a lame excuse
That's why the only one to blame is you for

Last night
Can't believe what I was hearing
Telling me to have a nice life
So tonight
I don't think I'll spare your feelings
You're on your own

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song performed by Justin Timberlake from Justified
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NSS (Training in Social Service at college level)

NSS (Training in Social Service at college level)

Radiant faces in Pantaloon chhudi, tops
Pedaling their way on a picnic outdoor
humming a film tune in a louder chorus
NSS girls, heading for their maiden service

reaching the target (village) , roamed the lanes and bye lanes
test visit into the thatched dwelling house
chit chatting with those rustic mermaids
yawning gaps in between their living life styles

a class on alphabets and a slice advice on HIV
hygiene techniques, do-it-yourself demos and magic
lecture on breast feed, supply of napkins, live group hand-wash
de-addiction mock camps, tit bits of social laws & Dandia practice

do pahar ka khana arrives hot from the Dabba
half-starved children perched on the tree tops
are counting the menus right by the very aroma

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poem by Santhana Louis
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