Author: Unknown
Through the maze
of uncertiantys
through the pain
and the fear
through the valley
of broken promises
and the friendships
they wear
on the banks
of wishfull thinking
with MY bridges
burning clear
I slowly
start to wonder
why
am i here
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Posted: Dec 2015
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lives crossword
answers that may anger
why bother
just say, baaaa
and take a trim, like a man
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Posted: Dec 2015
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FDA approved
cat sniffs it
runs away
I'll have some more
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Posted: Dec 2015
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Author: Alan Wilson Watts
Hello, my name is Montague William 3rd.
And what I will tell you may well sound absurd.
But the less who believe it the better for me.
For you see I'm in Banking and big industry.
For many a year we have controlled your lives.
While you all just struggle and suffer in strife.
We created the things that you don't really need.
Your sports cars and Fashions and Plasma TV's.
I remember it clearly how all this begun.
Family secrets from Father to Son.
Inherited knowledge that gives me the edge.
While you peasants, people lie sleeping at night in your beds.
We control the money that controls your lives.
Whilst you worship false idols and wouldn't think twice.
Of selling your souls for a place in the sun.
These things that won't matter when your time is done.
But as long as they're there to control the masses.
I just sit back and consider my assets.
Safe in the knowledge that I have it all.
While you common people are losing your jobs.
You see I just hold you in utter contempt.
But the smile on my face well it makes me exempt.
For I have the weapon of global TV.
Which gives us connection and invites empathy.
You would really believe that we look out for you.
While we Bankers and Brokers are only a few.
But if you saw that then you'd take back the power.
Hence daily terrors to make you all cower.
The Panics the crashes the wars and the illness.
That keep you from finding your Spiritual Wholeness.
We rig the game and we buy out both sides.
To keep you enslaved in your pitiful lives.
So go out and work as your body clock fades.
And when it's all over a few years from the grave.
You'll look back on all this and just then you'll see.
That your life was nothing, a mere fantasy.
There are very few things that we don't now control.
To have Lawyers and Police Force was always a goal.
Doing our bidding as you march on the street.
But they never realise they're only just sheep.
For real power resides in the hands of a few.
You voted for parties what more could you do.
But what you don't know is they're one and the same.
Old Gordon has passed good old David the reigns.
And you'll follow the leader who was put there by you.
But your blood it runs red while our blood runs blue.
But you simply don't see its all part of the game.
Another distraction like money and fame.
Get ready for wars in the name of the free.
Vacinations for illness that will never be.
The assault on your children's impressionable minds,
and a micro chipped world. You'll put up no fight.
Information suppression will keep you in toe
Depopulation of peasants was always our goal
But eugenics was not what we hoped it would be
Oh yes it was us that funded Nazis!
But as long as we own all the media too
What's really happening does not concern you
So just go on watching your plasma TV
And the world will be run by the ones you can't see.
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Posted: Dec 2015
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------make sure you watch this video of this poem being recited on...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=peX4dBEF0VgAlan Wilson Watts (6 January 1915 – 16 November 1973) was a British-born philosopher, writer, and speaker, best known as an interpreter and populariser of Eastern philosophy for a Western audience. Born in Chislehurst, England, he moved to the United States in 1938 and began Zen training in New York. Pursuing a career, he attended Seabury-Western Theological Seminary, where he received a master's degree in theology. Watts became an Episcopal priest in 1945, then left the ministry in 1950 and moved to California, where he joined the faculty of the American Academy of Asian Studies.
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Aquarius (1/20 - 2/18)
Pisces (2/19 - 3/20)
Aries (3/21 - 4/20)
Taurus (4/21 - 5/20)
Gemini (5/21 - 6/20)
Cancer (6/21 - 7/22)
Leo (7/23 - 8/22)
Virgo (8/23 - 9/22)
Libra (9/23 - 10/22)
Scorpio (10/23 - 11/21)
Sagittarius (11/22 - 12/21)
Capricorn (12/22 - 1/19)
Today is a great day for all of you, no matter when you were born. I am a Leo, being born at 11:50 pm on July 31, 1969. So believe me when I say, you will do great things today and in the future. The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades!
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Posted: Nov 2015
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I was reading the horoscopes in the newspaper today. Usually I read just Leo, but today I read other ones too. They seem to all have good advice, no matter when you were born.
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Some people search for that loves dream,
love is definitely not a players game,
whilst others do their best to scheme,
why break others hearts its a shame,
Some people deliberately set out to hurt,
whether its physical or emotional,
treating others like dirt,
everything has to be confrontational,
Some people don't want to know,
hiding behind their veiled photos pane,
all their words are just for show,
nothing to look for, nothing to gain,
Some people are genuine and true,
they have proper feelings and emotions,
these people are the ones that feel loves due,
given the chance will have loves devotions.
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Posted: Oct 2015
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Just a message about some people we are who we are but others take it to a different level.
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Manipulating people's minds,
contemplating this despised
profiteering.
Engineering
people to believe the lies
that flood their vision everyday,
telling them that they should stay
within the lines
the rich define.
But I refuse to live this way.
I won't bow down to paper bills,
which only wealthy pockets fill.
'Cause I'm afraid,
while they get paid,
the rest of us get poorer still.
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Posted: Oct 2015
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"Hey Jack, Take a look at this picture."
"What's wrong with it?"
"she's smoking a cigarette."
Her profile says she quit in 13." Oh
ya. Sure; then why is it in her mouth?"
"She's striking a pose like Madonna.
Oh ya and what about the bottle of wine in her hand"?
That's tnot a bottle of wine. Its a bottle of Jameson Irish dusky."
"Bet she's having a drink on Patrick's day.
One drink probably or she would be raising the
Bottle from her back on the floor. '
"Jack you always see the brotherly love story of people."
Cause I live in Pittsburg and you live in: LA."
Two different cities."
U think she's an angel in disguise"?
"Yes I do."
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Posted: Sep 2015
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As I sit day dreaming, I've often wonder, how much anguish must be endure for HUMAN-kind to realize simple mistakes? "Mistakes" fueled from night time calculating, mistakes made to fan the flames of day time perpetrating! Mistakes that are preconceived from a capricious moment. When will HUMAN-kind accept the inalienable right of another to realize a dream, or a grasp at success, or an ideal of love! What those who plan these mistakes fail to perceive is that the greatest weapon of all HUMAN-KIND is HOPE! There is hope in every individual that life will be all that it can be, I know, because without a doubt, there's still hope in me!....
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Posted: Sep 2015
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I wrote this poem out of frustration with all politicians who refuse to admit mistakes of any stripe. P.S. Not trying to be political, not trying to offend, it's just what I feel.
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I had just turned sixty, when it all began.
It descended like a rainfall and
progressed to out of hand
I started getting help
to keep up house and chores
Do ashes, dust and
Sometimes mopping Flores.
It was all so very nice
Until she said, once or twice
"I just love it when I
See you drinking Water"
And "Here let me help you
Put your clippies on."
Just like a two year old.
She thought I fit the mold.
She was only seeing numbers,
Not my state of mind
Or even flow of speech.
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Posted: Sep 2015
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It happened to me.
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