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He is far too intelligent to become really cerebral.

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Two In A One (Pablo & Gunslinger)

Chorus
Intelligent, we chat intelligent
Intelligent, we chat intelligent
Intelligent, we chat intelligent
Intelligent, we chat intelligent
Jackpot is when you win plenty at money
Jail is a place I don't want to go
January the first month of the year
Jealose is when five women fancy
But John is the proper name fe a English man
Jockey is a profisnel horse rider
Me sah June is the sixth mounth of the year
Chorus
An jam is when you caint move in a party
Mi say England is a place that covered in snow
Man we drink the ribeana wi don't no like drink beer
But Jelly fish Jahman mi say them swim in a the sea
Unless you born an bread as a Jamaican
The pirate them a gather round the Jolly Roger
Wi wackad as single but wi deadly as a pair
Chorus
No fe treatment go a hospital
I man pay de rent every Tuesday I man
You a Student if you a go to college
Dat a nuff argoument mi say gunny an Pablo
Cause a two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
A say to move from the window
When you come a feh wi dance
But a Babylon pick mi up
And a think to myself
Cause I'm going to jail
Man is what a going to tell
me girl Jah know I man was
So I had to get reckless
Because a two in a one Jah
man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Two in a one Jah man a two in a one
Seh daddy Pablo a long with Gunslinger
Seh duw to the Circumstances pirate setah in the area
Listen to the style an when we throw down
Because a murder it name
Intelligent, we chat intelligent
Intelligent, we chat intelligent

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100 STD's 10,000 MTD's

There are STD's, sexually transmitted diseases.
and then there are MTD's, meat transmitted diseases.

The latter take a lot more lives.

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In Animal Flesh: Blood Sweat Tears as well as Carcinogens Cholesterol Colon Bacteria

Animal products kill more people annually in the US than
tobacco, alcohol, traffic accidents, war, domestic violence,
guns, and drugs combined. USAMRID wrote that consumption of pig flesh caused the world's most lethal pandemic in WW1,
euphemistically called flu. Anthrax
used to be called wool sorters'
disease. Smallpox used to be called
cow pox or kine pox because of
its origin in animal flesh.
.

WHAT'S IN A BURGER? BLOOD SWEAT AND TEARS (AS WELL AS BIOTERRORISM)

POISONS IN ANIMAL AND FISH FLESH... A PARTIAL LIST

a partial list in alphabetical order

acidification diseases
addiction (to trioxypurines)
adrenalin (secreted by terrorized
animals before and during slaughter)

ANTIBIOTICS (too many to list) (crowded factory farm animals standing in their own feces are often infected)

BACTERIA
creiophilic bacteria survive
the freezing of animal flesh
thermophilic bacteria survive
the baking boiling and roasting

bacteriophages (viruses FDA allows to
be injected)
blood
colon bacteria.. euphemistically
called ecoli animals defecate
all over themselves in terror
John Harvey Kellogg MD studied
the exponential rate into the billions

BSE DISEASES, PRIONS IN SPECIES FROM GELATIN (JELLO ETC)
Mad Chicken

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poem by O. Anna Niemus
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0135An informal note to God

In case you were on holiday, this nice sunny weather,
(and may I say, what a great idea the Sun is?)
I thought I'd dropp you a line to say, in case you missed it
that our great President, the Bush
who burns with virtue like an oil well yields,
approves that 'Intelligent Design' should be made
along with the Theory of Evolution
a cornerstone of the education of our great nation.

So just in case you felt a little reduced in function
and come back from holiday to
'Oh, were you away? We hadn't missed you...'
and your new official status, that you were simply around
(around? hmmm) to 'flick the switch'
while two something-or-others got together
to evolve a Creation with its quaint old ideas, like love,
(and by the way, your bright idea
of one, two and three, etc., was cute, too...)

I'd just like to take this opportunity to say
that in your modest role of
Intelligent Design
you certainly flicked the switch on
a pretty spectacular show - including those laws
which, understood by some quite impressive intelligences,
enabled the rather smaller, but impressive
'intelligent design' of the space-shuttle
to.. er.. 'evolve'.. and
to fly a fraction, Icarus-like,
nearer the sun...yep, some show...

So 'intelligent design' would be, like,
from those two proto-thingies that happened to
to meet across a room crowded with...emptiness? or everything? -
to whatever intelligent design might be needed
from Now, and every new 'invention' in the world
until...well... Then...

That seems something even better than Evolution
and a bit similar to Providence and
well, sort of.. eternal...? And universal too...

So if You are still enjoying your seventh day of rest
this pleasant sunny weather (somewhere
ecologically balanced, like the seaside, may I hope?) ,

thanks.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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They Get Riled So Easily

All stirred up by the words that come out on these pages.
These thoughts are best left to staunch women
Who sit happily under a repressive veil of undetermined class.

Why, no one is ever angry!
We sit here wanting to hold hands and LOVE one another.
Then we shut the door
We lay back and let all those slurs roll off our tongues.
We think all those thoughts we dare not speak.
Then we condemn ourselves
and creep back into our repression.

With all our gaucherie tucked back into place we stroll on.

Keeping these things in is a bit like constipation.
You take in so much supposed cerebral sustenance
Gulping it down from which ever way it pours out.
Did you think it would not turn into cerebral feculence?

Keep carrying that in
I hear backed up waste in the colon poisons the body.
What then of backed up waste in the soul?

Better to disgorge it from the recesses of my mind
I like the way people look when they blush.
Not because they are offended
But because they feign their incorruption so well.

I was never good at hiding things
I was always much better at procuring new bits of
Anathema to parade around in.

There are times I long for a way to release all those
Who remain cinched within their rectitude.

A lot less poison in our metropolis and feces belongs down the drain anyway right.

poem by Raechael Woodroof
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Comatose

Blank bubbles
conscious equations
equally reasonlessly
bouncing bursting burst
boundless crowds.

Mixing mingling
merging strata.
Sucking secluding
quicksand tendrils.
Swallowing thought
stillborn birthed.

Suffocating
seemingly seamless
sentientless.
Senile senseless sculpture.
Sluggishly slips sluggishly silently
croaks.

Being bursts.
Vital violent vibrant
venomous blood. Bursts.
Breaking bound bleak
vestige. Hemorrhage bursts
into damaged brain veins.

Lack
lustre lifeblood
languishes
droops despoiled
dreams dribble
shockingly short.

Devalued
dynamic destiny
deflected
wonder
withers worthless.

Blood bursting forth
pressuring surrounding
brain tissue killing
brain cells dead

cerebral hemorrhages
intracranial hemorrhages
or intracerebral hemorrhages
take your pick?
Cerebral edema

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poem by Terence George Craddock
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poem by Caasder Fronds
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 05

The country is adorned by intelligent and the religion by virtuous men. Padshahs stand more in need of the advice of intelligent men than intelligent men of the proximity of padshahs.

If thou wilt listen to advice, padshah,
There is none better in all books than this:
‘Entrust a business to an intelligent man
Although it may not be his occupation.’

poem by Sa di
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Reality of life...

All those minding the attitude of multitude,
Aren't dragged into the den of solitude,
All those who are at the den of solitude,
Aren't minding the attitude of multitude,
All those who learn to read the mind of people,
Aren't energized to be useful,
All those who are energized to be useful,
Aren't reading the mind of the people,
All those who succeed are not intelligent,
All those who are intelligent are not successful,
All flowers that bloomed will not become seeds,
All those seeds not produce flowers indeed,
All those who succeed in life are not intelligent,
All those who are intelligent are not successful, .

poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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My Baby

I post
on regular basis
on sites and webs

Hook to poetry
And Facebook

One lady
Closely one day
Saw different styles
And Said ' you are genius''
' it is your generosity '' I answered

Rhymes and form
haiku and tanka
cinquin and henka
cheating
on my erected emotions

Have you not heard yet
The movement
Of Dadaism?

Bluff!
Truth can not be confined
Lies could be spread with seductive schemes
Styles are interwoven
With themes
Floating of words
Duality in use
Brave attempt
On brevity and experiment
more important
than sordid death -delaying stunt
(jerking sound words)
with obtuse pattern

flexibility kills stiffness
like exercises
of the wind
the creative use
of sound
increases the sweetness of your
tone and textures
voice and emotions
redundancy and repetition
are like beating drums
intelligent persons
caught unwanted

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poem by Abdul Wahab
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Avant Garde

I post
on regular basis
on sites and webs

Hook to poetry
And Facebook

One lady
Closely one day
Saw different styles
And Said ' you are genius''
' it is your generosity '' I answered

Rhymes and form
haiku and tanka
cinquin and henka
cheating
on my erected emotions

Have you not heard yet
The movement
Of Dadaism?

Bluff!
Truth can not be confined
Lies could be spread with seductive schemes
Styles are interwoven
With themes
Floating of words
Duality in use
Brave attempt
On brevity and experiment
more important
than sordid death -delaying stunt
(jerking sound words)
with obtuse pattern

flexibility kills stiffness
like exercises
of the wind
the creative use
of sound
increases the sweetness of your
tone and textures
voice and emotions
redundancy and repetition
are like beating drums
intelligent persons
caught unwanted
as deaf and dump

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poem by Abdul Wahab
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The best laid plans for J.T Ellison

The best laid plans

He sits and thinks but rarely shares
the subject of his pondering
He is convinced nobody cares
to hear his views on anything.

He does not like to watch T.V.
unlike the other residents.
He’s happy sitting quietly
Reviewing long ago events.

When he was self sufficient.
Intelligent and capable
‘til a cerebral accident
which rendered him incapable

of living independently.
Forced his reception into care
although it’s very plain to see
He would much rather be elsewhere.

Though he’s disabled physically
His mental capability
is not impaired apparently.
He accepts philosophically.

Life rarely goes as you have planned.
We meet with things we don’t expect
for fate not man is in command
What fate decrees we must accept.

22/04/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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That Deep Stuff Is Not Enough

That deep stuff is not enough,
To cuddle up to places within you...
I exclusively wish to be invited to touch.

Too many times I've tried to be cerebral.
To show I can be intelligent.
Only to witness you slowly close your eyes.
With a nodding to follow.
Proving my intentions...
Gives you a reason to 'meditate' on it.

Well,
At least that's what you say...
After I've shakened you awake.

That deep stuff is not enough,
To cuddle up to places within you...
I exclusively wish to be invited to touch.
And I am so afraid I will chase you away...
If I said honestly it was you I lust.

'I wish you were more direct.
And told me how you really cared for me.'

Only the best of worker bees,
Will deliver the nectar to the hive...
Satisfying the needs of the 'queen'.

'What?
Are you asking me for a date? '

If a deer is not blinded by oncoming headlights,
Unexpected on a darkened road.
Would he choose to linger in the hopes to get this wish?

'Gee...
I hope not.
Wouldn't that make him a dead deer?
Or would he be a dead doe? '

Naw!
He'd be a big buck.
Wanting more each moment,
To get it on and...
Stir things up.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intelligent Stupidity?

'Intelligent Stupidty' are we not?
weapons we make to kill with one shot?
Intelligent Stupidity is when technology
is not up with our spirituality.
You can be as intelligent as you want,
but what good is it if it destroys what you got?

Written By Christina Sunrise on December 13,2011

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Who wants the intelligent?

The intelligent one is ungrateful.
His eyes are on steps ahead
Not on the ones trodden.
The intelligent one is unreliable.
His eyes are on the steps ahead
Not on the one he is on.
He reaches the end by bending the means..
Who wants intelligent people?
24.09.2006

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mr. U.F.O. Man

Dear God it's me transmittin' from
This tiny place I live in Harlem
Oh heaven we have a problem
Cuz we lost all correspondence
And there's no more prophets
They've all been replaced with politics
And they have your people hostage
That's why I'm sending you this postage
If you're listening Mr. UFO man
Speak to Jesus tell him we're on earth and
Things are worse than they have ever been now
Father, it's urgent we need u
Come down
Hey now
You're my father
And I don't know what's out there
So many of us are scared
Hey now
We got people shooting people
We live in warface
I'm not talking nuclear
I ain't got there yet
Why we got intelligent mouths
on Larry King with religious doubts
While the rabbi and minister fuss
Shit, another one bites the dust
So the yellow red black and white
Send missiles in the dark of night
Probably wanna stop but don't know how
That's why Lord, we really need you now
If you're listening Mr. UFO man
Speak to Jesus tell him we're on earth and
Things are worse than they have ever been now
Father, it's urgent we need u
Come down
People around if you feel our vibe ride
Come on aboard there's enough room inside
We're flying high where heaven hides
Hope I see you on the other side
If you're listening Mr. UFO man
Speak to Jesus tell him we're on earth and
Things are worse than they have ever been now
Father, it's urgent we need u
Come down
Why we got intelligent mouths (intelligent mouths)
on Larry King with religious doubts
While the rabbi and minister fuss (while they got fuss)
Shit, another one bites the dust (another one bites the dust)
So the yellow red black and white
Send missiles in the dark of night

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Mr U.F.O. Man (feat. John Ostby)

(feat. John Ostby)
Dear God it's me transmittin' from
This tiny place I live in Harlem
Oh heaven we have a problem
Cuz we lost all correspondence
And there's no more prophets
They've all been replaced with politics
And they have your people hostage
That's why I'm sending you this postage
If you're listening Mr. UFO man
Speak to Jesus tell him we're on earth and
Things are worse than they have ever been now
Father, it's urgent we need u
Come down
Hey now
You're my father
And I don't know what's out there
So many of us are scared
Hey now
We got people shooting people
We live in warface
I'm not talking nuclear
I ain't got there yet
Why we got intelligent mouths
on Larry King with religious doubts
While the rabbi and minister fuss
Shit, another one bites the dust
So the yellow red black and white
Send missiles in the dark of night
Probably wanna stop but don't know how
That's why Lord, we really need you now
If you're listening Mr. UFO man
Speak to Jesus tell him we're on earth and
Things are worse than they have ever been now
Father, it's urgent we need u
Come down
People around if you feel our vibe ride
Come on aboard there's enough room inside
We're flying high where heaven hides
Hope I see you on the other side
If you're listening Mr. UFO man
Speak to Jesus tell him we're on earth and
Things are worse than they have ever been now
Father, it's urgent we need u
Come down
Why we got intelligent mouths (intelligent mouths)
on Larry King with religious doubts
While the rabbi and minister fuss (while they go

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Me So Stupid

I could have been a brain surgeon
I could have been a pharmacist
I gave a shot at radio revivalist
With the bossman I'd have never been missed
Me so stupid
Me so stupid
Me so stupid
What is my IQ?
What is my intelligent quotiant
I could have built the Golden Gate Bridge
Or Einstein's nemesis
I could have been a derby jockey
But it's all come down to this
Me so stupid
Me so stupid
Me so stupid
What is my IQ?
What is my intelligent quotiant
I could have built Las Vegas
I could have built a drumsized Rolls Royce
I could have been President of the world
Could have had Ali on the ropes
Could have had Miss August
Again
Could have had Miss May
Again
Could have had Miss September
Again
But I waited till December
Me so stupid
Me so stupid
Me so stupid
What is my IQ?
What is my intelligent quotiant?
That's so wrong.............

song performed by ZZ Top
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I Hear The Annual Rhetoric

My ears I keep open.
And I hear the annual rhetoric.
Spoken by some in glorious tones...
About uplifting the quality of life of those,
Of our brothers and sisters...
Who have done their best,
Avoiding to get stuck...
In cracks wrapped around loopholes.
The ones...
Many have accepted to address their unhappiness.
With a lack of discipline and purpose self confessed.

I hear the annual rhetoric.

Yet a slow slipping done,
Into a fissure has grown to become an abyss.
And 'annually' I've been approached and asked...
To express an intelligent response about this!

However...
As I have aged to confront my own obstacles,
I have forced myself not to dismiss.
With a determination to calm my outrage,
With a mind blessed to be at peace...
With the unballing of my fists!

I wonder,
Why you request me to give you an intelligent response?
Concerning an activity that has taken place,
And achieved totally on the merits of conscious ignorance.
Served and accepted as if this was a blessing,
Many wish and want to keep.
As those slandered and defamed were chased away.

I wonder,
Why you request me to give you an intelligent response?
Did you expect something glowing and profound?
Full of reflective self righteousness?
We are all in this abyss.
I just prefer to keep reaching,
To experience the higher consciousness of it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Give Intelligent Life a Bad Name

You give intelligent life a bad name.
Your behavior is quite ignorant...
And you display it without any shame.
A daily deposit of snide comments,
Seems a trend you send with ease.
And those you subject,
To disrespect unsuspectedly...
Aren't amused and far from pleased.

At least in public...
Your actions aren't received!

You give intelligent life a bad name...
For attention that's obviously apparent.
But no one who observes you,
Acting with such disgust...
Find fault at all with your parents?

They probably waited until you slept,
Packed their bags and left,
You alone!
Who made you believe
An attitude like yours
Was ever acceptable or condoned?

You give intelligent life a bad name.

Are you an experiment...
From another time unknown?
Or have you been around
Being an obnoxious clown,
Reflecting social patterns
No one admits...
In this 'town'
Are quite like our own! ?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Little Existence

In ‘Mars Mystery' Graham Hancock represents
the sentiments of alternative scientists, though
he seems far from the lunatic fringe - he asks
the reader to imagine a dead universe with
only the earth as the last outpost of life since
both Mars and Venus have been killed, and
I sighed; happy to be free from complying with
such requests, this is where spiritualists are
worth their weight in gold

Whereas materialists, bless their lonely souls,
think of this as a dumb lifeless universe in which
only they, brilliant materialist thinkers, are alive
and intelligent - and the intricate, complicated
universe in which electricity, magnetism & radar
are used by animals - how exceedingly dumb,
n'est-ce pas - cannot keep anything safe and
so they already lament their own likely demise,
so dead universe will be dead forever

Spiritualists teach awareness exists everywhere,
sensory life is but a variation on the theme of
eternal, intelligent, benevolent consciousness
seeking to express itself; while the self-important
scientists gibber in fear of destruction thinking they
are the only example of self-aware existence; the
universe is an intelligent energy experimenting -
there is no dead, un-alive universe: ALL is life,
it is surprising that scientists

Can imagine their own lowly being as the be-all
and end-all of everything - how infinitely small
and limited their world - how fearful their
little existence…

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