Someone is on a mission
Scouring the Earth for evidence
To expose the human condition
Comes the dawn of a new age
When hearts and minds are free of bonds
To break through the Victorian cage
No one granted permission
To be abused for your leisure
Symbolic of murderous ambition
Comes the dawn of a new age
Where all people live equally
And no faces distorted by rage
Someone seeks validation
Searching for proof of our demise
Their future a vague apparition
Comes the dawn of a new age
When evil…
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Added by H M Bascom on November 20, 2009 at 11:16pm —
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De-popularized, segregated, censored? Feeling judged? The popular tend to carry the spot light? No worries my friends because in the end the true at heart carry the weight in which you so burden. Let life be your vehicle to freedom and let not the judgment of others be your burden… your spiritual foundation is the requirement to good health and a good life…not what others happen to think…Peace, Love, and Light…
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Added by Mark Peterson on November 15, 2009 at 9:38pm —
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Bulletproof vest, fire escapes, windshield wipers, dishwashers and laser printers where all invented by women.
I am. Is the shortest complete sentence in the English language.
If you were to spell out numbers you would have to get to one thousand before you found the letter A.
Conception occurs more often in the month of December than any other month.
111,111,111, x 111,111,111, =12,345,678,987,654,321
It is impossible to lick your elbow.
The youngest pope was 11 years old.
The only food…
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Added by Mark Peterson on November 10, 2009 at 11:21am —
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The earth is flat
God hates everyone
Except his profit prophets
Who pontificate
About who God hates
And why He hates us
But God is love
And He will love you
If you hate what He hates
Self hate is God love
God is your enemy
The Enemy is salvation
God made is man made
Sol circles Terra
Terra is flat and hollow
Like their hearts
Filled with God's love
and God's hate
Enoch left for 300 years
He returned to teach
And in the end died too
Prophets for profit
God's profiteers
Hate-Love preachers
Hun…
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Added by H M Bascom on November 10, 2009 at 11:00am —
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As a kid growing up in the Appalachian Mountains in Eastern Kentucky, I didn’t have a lot of fancy things like hair ribbons and shiny shoes. There’s no need of such things when summer days are spent riding ponies and climbing trees. Shiny shoes soon become dull if worn while feeding the pigs or cleaning out the barn. Hair ribbons aren’t nearly as useful as a rubber band to hold long braids tightly. We kids had our “good” clothes for Church and funerals. Every Easter my sister and I got a new out…
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Added by H M Bascom on November 9, 2009 at 10:00pm —
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No doubt my friend you've heard some say
Be truthful all your live long days
Honesty the best policy
Let all your speech be untruth free
To tell the truth to all you meet
To every person on the street
To every member of your kin
To tell a lie you commit sin
Let's put this truth to the true test
And let's decide which truth is best
To tell the truth or say a lie
The truth to all we will apply
She asks "does this make me look fat?"
Her claws are ready like a cat
"Yes my lovely, you've gained so…
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Added by H M Bascom on November 9, 2009 at 1:00pm —
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Did you ever just sit
Alone in the park
Dead on a hard bench
In the sunlit dark
While all around you
People lived their lives
Walking and talking
Lying to you and to each other?
Do you find yourself
Alone in in the dark
With all the lights on
Sleeping wide awake
While all around you
People snore their lives away
Tossing and turning forward
Running backward
Driving ever onward
To nothing
And everything is all they want?
They have an odd smell
A strange appearance
You don't want to be like them
Yo…
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Added by H M Bascom on November 9, 2009 at 1:00am —
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There’s nothing like a few days on the street to put things back into perspective is there? It sure didn’t take long to take the reflection of my life back to where it was some years ago when I was much younger. Back then I lived on the Sacramento river and this weekend gave me a taste of what I don’t want to go back to…been on that homeless wagon before and a few days under a tree in the park sure makes you want to get up and take care of business real fast. I feel bad for anyone homeless who d…
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Added by Mark Peterson on November 8, 2009 at 10:47pm —
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Cheap imitations and phony real fakes
Lovely cream frosting on tasty shit cakes
Please help yourself to the bounteous delights
Stretching your vision to lofty new heights
People draw pictures and poems they still write
Thinking they make something new for our sight
For such is the world there is nothing new
The grass is still green the sky is still blue
Pictures of flowers and paintings of pain
Everything new is the same old again
Tortured prose written with droll pen and ink
Suicide poems tak…
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Added by H M Bascom on November 8, 2009 at 9:30pm —
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Where Now Sanctuary
To where now do you run
Perused by the Devil or the law
Chased down by the man with the gun
Or fleeing the evil of a war
Where do you now hide
When all the Churches are locked
Once a Sanctuary and a guide
When your World had been rocked
No longer the Sacred safe haven
Of God in the Chancel
No sanctuary found this side of Heaven
When trying to out run the Devil
Even when blood teams down a deluge
No-one now will offer you safe refuge
Flee now and run for the hill
By name…
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Added by Gregory John O'Flaherty on November 8, 2009 at 3:25pm —
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Free-3d-Textures.com
I've spent the last couple of months setting up a new site, which I am still in the process of finishing up. What's left to do is install the image gallery function for downloading free stock photos (someone else is work…
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Added by J. Gracey Stinson on November 5, 2009 at 9:00pm —
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Sunday is Remembrance Day in the UK. A day when we gather at Cenotaphs across the country to remember those who have given their lives for democracy.
It is especially poignant for many families this year in Britain and America as lives continue to be lost in countries like Afghanistan.
My mother's young brother died a horrific death in world war two, trapped in a Lancaster bomber as it fell from the sky over Germany.
I remember him - I also remember, or try to, that there were people on the rece…
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Added by David Meacham on November 5, 2009 at 6:12pm —
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Robyn and I visited a friend yesterday who has an old dog called Toby. He's a lovely, good natured chap, but not so happy to be around young children. Yet when Robyn sat on the floor, Toby made a b-line for her and when she put her arms around his neck (with adults watching carefully, awaiting the tears), he leaned in for a cuddle. This happened four or five times while we were there.
My friend Helen assures me that this is really unusual behaviour for Toby and she has not seen him do it with ot…
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Added by Anne van Alkemade on November 3, 2009 at 10:30pm —
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A short, short story that fluttered into my head just now.
Tiffany's kindness knew no bounds. I regarded this young woman sitting next to me on the ledge, the city lights sparkling in her eyes. I'm sure she'd saved me more than once or twice merely by standing on my stoop, a bottle of Bayley's, a Black Sorrows CD and a bagful of hugs.
She was the very embodiment of the Butterfly Effect, because she was always willing to give smiles to a stranger and you can never really know the consequences of…
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Added by Anne van Alkemade on November 3, 2009 at 1:32am —
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NIMBY (Not In My Back Yard) is the rally cry by many Americans who oppose the opening of a homeless shelter, a food pantry, or a low income housing development. They don’t want all those poor people in their neighborhoods. I faced the NIMBY attitude daily when I served my community and my Country as a volunteer with AmeriCorps. It is astonishing just how much energy people can expend fighting against programs to help the poor and the homeless. What many A
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Added by H M Bascom on November 2, 2009 at 2:00pm —
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I am an ever growing freedom…
An instrument of peace…
At a turning point where I see humility as a gift…
Humility means to show submissive respect…
And by being humble I realize I am not the center of the universe…
Wouldn’t it be nice to have a key to unlock all the magic of my good days….
Humility is that key, that strength granted to me by a power greater than myself…
It’s a priceless gift to surrender when it originates from desperation and defeat…
Giving us a new faith that means freedom and…
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Added by Mark Peterson on October 31, 2009 at 11:15pm —
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The mind, body, and spirit…I can’t tell you how to live your life, but I can share with you how I choose to live mine. We all know it is not what you say, but rather how you say it. You are under your own influence not mine nor anyone else’s…your perception is entirely of your own and only you can decide what is best and right for you. It is always your responsibility to be clear about what you want and to make valuable use of your time…be true to yourself and be proud of who you are…be clear ab…
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Added by Mark Peterson on October 31, 2009 at 4:51pm —
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Happinin' Stuff ...
I probably should spell properly better!
Hmmm...Now! There are a couple of things that are requiring artistic and/or activist attention, I thought I'd send a little circular ...
Art Action Union ... http://www.artactionunion.org
+ C…
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Added by kathleen on October 29, 2009 at 8:59pm —
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I met a man a maudlin dour fellow
Who threw out his line heavy with sorrow
The women lined up to feed from the bait
They told him he'd be happy tomorrow
The more he bemoaned his sad fate and wept
The greater his catch till in peace he slept
A wry smile on his lips thru the dark night
But when he woke he was still as inept
There was an artist though not very good
Became an art critic because she could
Her bitter failure taints every harsh word
Everyone left her alone where she stood
So she wen…
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Added by H M Bascom on October 28, 2009 at 11:30pm —
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The Devil’s in the details
underneath my bed
Lurking, lurching, licking, lapping at my head
The Devil’s in the cupboard
in my coffee cup
Sneaking, slinking, slipping, sucking it all up
The Devil’s in the closet
behind hanging coats
Telling, tripping, talking, taking mental notes
The Devil’s in the writing
reading between lines
Hoping, hating, helping, hoisting up the signs
The Devil’s in the bubble
holding a sharp pin
Poking, pinching, popping, prodding me to sin
The Devil’s in the laundry…
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Added by H M Bascom on October 28, 2009 at 1:08pm —
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Dawn of a New Age
Don't Worry Be Happy
Where Now Sanctuary
New Site Launch
Remembrance
What have we lost
Art Action Union Stuff - October 2009
