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They want to create rather than decimate.

quote by Paul Butterfield
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He was every person's Creator

For every bird gruesomely killed; he had the power to
create infinite more fledglings,

For every river dried miserably to a trickle; he had
the power to create infinite oceans,

For every tree brutally chopped to the ground; he had
the power to create infinite forests,

For every eye inadvertently blinded; he had the power
to create infinite with sight,

For every satanic night taking a complete stranglehold
on light; he had the power to create infinite
brilliant days,

For every tongue which was disdainfully dumb; he had
the power to create infinite mouths which could speak
and shout,

For every iota of currency furtively stolen; he had
the power to create infinite banks looming high and
handsome till the heavens,

For every couple who was childless and rendered
cruelly unable to procreate; he had the power to
create infinite more households bustling with a
battalion of toddlers,

For every brain that was wholesomely exhausted; he
had the power to create infinite intelligent minds,

For every child disastrously orphaned on the streets;
he had the power to create infinite families complete
in all respects,
For every blade of grass mercilessly trampled; he had
the power to create infinite meadows of lush green
crop,

For every skeleton lying disdainfully buried under the
coffin; he had the power to create infinite bodies;
dancing about in robust health and thunderous fervor,

For every scalp that was balder than the egg; he had
the power to create infinite strands of shimmering
hair,

For every life lost unwittingly during the tumultuous
earthquake; he had the power to create infinite more
souls as Kings,

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poem by Nikhil Parekh
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My burning desire to create

MY BURNING DESIRE TO CREATE

So intense and so powerful
Like a furious burning fire
My desire to create is so powerful
So painful and so throbbing
Like a hungry child crying for food
My desire to create is so hopeful
So rigid and so consistent
Like a passionate entrepreneur
My passion to create is so unshakeable

Every hour that passes by I want to create
Every moment I spend I long to create
I have a living urge and desire to create
A living passion to express myself
A burning desire to live my true life

Sometimes I hide myself in the midst of business
At times I deliberately cloud my space with my busy life
Sometimes I try to hide away from my passion to create
Sometimes I try to narrow down the size of my passion
But regardless of all my efforts my desire always finds me
I am so transparent inside, my passion to create
Has invaded all my privacy inside
So strong and so powerful
Like a helpless child looking for love and security
My desire to create is so seeking and so burning.

poem by Tsholofelo Mooketsi
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The nearest are most hated

Eagles and owls,
Monkeys, pigs and donkeys,
All untouchable to us, live
In their places unthreatened.
You are not to decimate them.
Why do you want to decimate
Your own race held by you
As the untouchable or unacceptable?
13.08.2000, Madras

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Dancing on Starlight

The magnificent watchers
In the sky
Pure white
Like angels
Heavenly angels watching

As we gaze
As we wonder at the awesomeness
The vastness

We create
We create dreams
Love
Hope
Dreams of love
Love of hope
Hope that dreams come true

The benevolent orb
So bright
So serene
Guarding the watchers
The watchers that protect us
Our guardians

As we gaze
As we wonder at our guardians
Our protectors

We create
We create dreams
Love
Hope
Dreams of love
Love of hope
Hope that the dreams come true

If only we could dance
Dance upon the starlight
Dance among our keepers
This would surely be bliss

As we create
We create our dreams
Of love
And hope
Dreaming of love
Loving hope
Hoping that dreams come true

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poem by Tristan Maverick
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If you create an act, you create a habit. If you create a habit, you create a character. If you create a character, you create a destiny.

quote by Andre Maurois
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In April

I sit on my pillow
My cat on my head
I hear your voice, boy
And cant forget
Your kisses were cold and
Full of loneliness
Hold deep sadness
With my hands
I wont be here - I wont be there
I will write another story
And my tears
Will create
Will create a lake of sorrows
Chorus:
But in april it sounds like love
When you call
You call my name
You call my name
But in april it sounds like love
When you call
You call my name
You call my name
You call my name
The door is open now
I have to go
The moon shines brighter
Than it did before
The clock strikes twelve
Theres no time
Time to sleep
Well go upstairs
Straight to the sky
Im not here - Im not there
Took a ball point pen to write you
And my tears
They create
They create a lake of sorrows
Im not here - Im not there
Took a ball point pen to write you
And my tears
They create
They create a lake of sorrows
Chorus
The door is open now
I have to go
The moon shines brighter
Than it did before
Was not here - was not there

song performed by Wonderwall
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A try to create

We always try to create something new
We make big thrust on energy to renew
It is strange that you may come across with few
The successful person may always make some changes and review

Generally we don’t follow unusual path
we brush in the morning and take
Morning tea is served on the side of bed
we will not term it good or bad

The person should have some good habits
He must offer prayers in the morning little bit
Offer hello to everybody with good morning
Day will definitely pass with bright shining

Existence is at stake and we simply undermine
We pay no attention and don’t try to refine
Nothing can work smoothly if we don’t attempt
The action has to be there very firm and prompt

It is good quality to rise early before sunshine,
it will be equally good if resort to brisk walking in the meantime
Subsequent Inhaling of fresh air with deep breathing
Meditation, if possible, with eyes closing

Set your task before you start
Dress up well to look even smart
Bear little smile on beautiful face
You stand to win half way race

Courteous call with mild approach
For that you need no special coach
Sweet words with eloquent speech
Goal which you desire is likely to reach

Precisely putting words and thoughts across
Avoid unpleasant words and never cross
Limit to self in restricted area
Firmly establish with strong plea

Honest dealing with simple way
Determined approach with authentic say
Makes you to earn nice position
Well behaved manner may serve good composition

Lions don’t need path finder
They roam and find without glider
We must build and create of our own
The success may follow with journey to go on

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Faceless

Hate me with everything
Im better off without your animosity
Ill even sleep better at night...at night
I wont believe in you
Reminded me of everything you put me through
Now everything feels alright...alright
I feel so betrayed...mistaken
I create another day
Youll be gone tomorrow
Lie to me.. youre faceless
Youve made me out to be
Responsible for your self-inflicted misery
And never felt like this before...before
Dont be surprised to see
That I have nothing left for you to bleed
When you come crawling back for more...for more
I feel so betrayed...mistaken
I create another day
Youll be gone tomorrow
Lie to me...youre faceless
I create another day
Youll be gone tomorrow
Lie to me...youre faceless
I create another day
Youll be gone tomorrow
Lie to me...youre faceless
I create another day
Youll be gone tomorrow
Lie to me...youre faceless

song performed by Godsmack
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The Birth Of Man

A Legend of the Talmud.

I.

When angels visit earth, the messengers
Of God's decree, they come as lightning, wind:
Before the throne, they all are living fire.
There stand four rows of angels-to the right
The hosts of Michael, Gabriel's to the left,
Before, the troop of Ariel, and behind,
The ranks of Raphael; all, with one accord,
Chanting the glory of the Everlasting.
Upon the high and holy throne there rests,
Invisible, the Majesty of God.
About his brows the crown of mystery
Whereon the sacred letters are engraved
Of the unutterable Name. He grasps
A sceptre of keen fire; the universe
Is compassed in His glance; at His right hand
Life stands, and at His left hand standeth Death.

II.

Lo, the divine idea of making man
Had spread abroad among the heavenly hosts;
And all at once before the immortal throne
Pressed troops of angels and of seraphim,
With minds opposed, and contradicting cries:
'Fulfill, great Father, thine exalted thought!
Create and give unto the earth her king!'
'Cease, cease, Almighty God! create no more!'
And suddenly upon the heavenly sphere
Deep silence fell; before the immortal throne
The angel Mercy knelt, and thus he spoke:
'Fulfill, great Father, thine exalted thought!
Create the likeness of thyself on earth.
In this new creature I will breathe the spirit
Of a divine compassion; he shall be
Thy fairest image in the universe.'
But to his words the angel Peace replied,
With heavy sobs: 'My spirit was outspread,
Oh God, on thy creation, and all things
Were sweetly bound in gracious harmony.
But man, this strange new being, everywhere
Shall bring confusion, trouble, discord, war.'
'Avenger of injustice and of crime,'
Exclaimed the angel Justice, 'he shall be
Subject to me, and peace shall bloom again.
Create, oh Lord, create!' 'Father of truth,'

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poem by Emma Lazarus
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Canto the Eighth

I
Oh blood and thunder! and oh blood and wounds!
These are but vulgar oaths, as you may deem,
Too gentle reader! and most shocking sounds:
And so they are; yet thus is Glory's dream
Unriddled, and as my true Muse expounds
At present such things, since they are her theme,
So be they her inspirers! Call them Mars,
Bellona, what you will -- they mean but wars.

II
All was prepared -- the fire, the sword, the men
To wield them in their terrible array.
The army, like a lion from his den,
March'd forth with nerve and sinews bent to slay, --
A human Hydra, issuing from its fen
To breathe destruction on its winding way,
Whose heads were heroes, which cut off in vain
Immediately in others grew again.

III
History can only take things in the gross;
But could we know them in detail, perchance
In balancing the profit and the loss,
War's merit it by no means might enhance,
To waste so much gold for a little dross,
As hath been done, mere conquest to advance.
The drying up a single tear has more
Of honest fame, than shedding seas of gore.

IV
And why? -- because it brings self-approbation;
Whereas the other, after all its glare,
Shouts, bridges, arches, pensions from a nation,
Which (it may be) has not much left to spare,
A higher title, or a loftier station,
Though they may make Corruption gape or stare,
Yet, in the end, except in Freedom's battles,
Are nothing but a child of Murder's rattles.

V
And such they are -- and such they will be found:
Not so Leonidas and Washington,
Whose every battle-field is holy ground,
Which breathes of nations saved, not worlds undone.
How sweetly on the ear such echoes sound!
While the mere victor's may appal or stun
The servile and the vain, such names will be
A watchword till the future shall be free.

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poem by Byron from Don Juan (1824)
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Sonnet- Poetry Is My Armor

Give me Hemlock but it cannot kill me;
No Scorpion-sting can do it ev'r either;
No evil force can compel me to die;
No venomous Snake bites to death, brother.

No evil plans can fructify ’gainst me;
No nexus can attempt to decimate;
No wicked plots can me ev’r crucify;
No man on earth decides my earthly fate.

The Antidote to poisons is with me!
The solace, balm, I have for wounds of heart;
No ghost can dare to be with me, scary;
My Poetry can always them outsmart.
The gift of Wings that God had donned me with
Is growing stronger, day by day in strength.

poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Our Great Land- Bharath

My Mother India is a great nation
Of peoples, states, creeds, languages galore;
Our diversity is our main bastion;
Our Democracy our neighbors’ eye-sore!

We inherit a great culture so old,
Rich traditions and sacred heritage;
Our minds and hearts are something more than gold;
The land is home to scholars, saints and sage.

Non-violence is our guiding principle;
We want to live in amity with all;
Our country is a great world-example!
We’ll fend our frontiers but will never fall.

Let not our foes us underestimate;
Our Will is strong which none can decimate.

5-31-2002 by Dr John Celes

poem by John Celes
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Through the eyes of a Field Coronet (Epic)

Introduction

In the kaki coloured tent in Umbilo he writes
his life’s story while women, children and babies are dying,
slowly but surely are obliterated, he see how his nation is suffering
while the events are notched into his mind.

Lying even heavier on him is the treason
of some other Afrikaners who for own gain
have delivered him, to imprisonment in this place of hatred
and thoughts go through him to write a book.

Prologue

The Afrikaner nation sprouted
from Dutchmen,
who fought decades without defeat
against the super power Spain

mixed with French Huguenots
who left their homes and belongings,
with the revocation of the Edict of Nantes.
Associate this then with the fact

that these people fought formidable
for seven generations
against every onslaught that they got
from savages en wild animals

becoming marksmen, riding
and taming wild horses
with one bullet per day
to hunt a wild antelope,

who migrated right across the country
over hills in mass protest
and then you have
the most formidable adversary
and then let them fight

in a natural wilderness
where the hunter,
the sniper and horseman excels
and any enemy is at a lost.

Let them then also be patriotic
into their souls,
believe in and read
out of the word of God

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poem by Gert Strydom
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Paradise

(a. bell / v. clarke)
Hey, now did I tell you that I was going?
Yes, Im leaving, cause theres no room in this house.
Youre just too much in love with yourself.
Tired of living in slow motion, gonna make the bubble burst,
And fill the ocean with your crocodile tears from your eyes.
Instead of swimming against the tide.
There are better things that a man can do,
Than to waste his time on a no good fool like you.
Falling into a hole like paradise.
Falling into a hole like paradise.
You say that youre really sorry, but sorry dont work
When youve heard it for the fifty-second time.
You should be ready to say goodbye.
Tired and youre dead and dreamin,
Baby who on earth do you think youre kidding?
Go and put another record on, Im sick of hearing the same old song.
Dont wanna hear your little white lies.
They can break the moon and decimate the sky.
Falling into a hole like paradise.
Falling into a hole like paradise.
There are better things that a man can do,
Than to waste his time on a no good fool like you.
Ill be going away soon, only time will tell
If Ill ever be back again.
Ill be going away soon, only time will tell,
If Ill ever be back again.
(falling into a hole like paradise)
(falling into a hole like paradise)

song performed by Erasure
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Jugulator

Now lets see what youre made of
He is coming, you cant run
Violators that get caught
Will wish that theyd never been born
Exterminator
You are dead
Mutilate
Sharpened razor
Takes your head
Jugulator
Predit hater
You are trapped
Decimate
Desecrator
Your neck snapped
Jugulator
Jugulator he is near
Attracted by the stench of fear
Part demonic part machine
Hungry and its time to feed
Iron claws and fangs of steel
Dripping from his tasty meal
Now its time to jugulate
Feel your skull disintegrate
Jugulator killing time now
Reaches in and rips your spine out
Violator
Big mistake
Mutilate
Vindicator
Rib cage break
Flesh and bones
Are massacred
Jugulator
Desecrator
Jugulator

song performed by Judas Priest
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Scream

Scream!
Fell forth, destroy the source
Can't see and my voice is hoarse
Trying to wash your hands off
You should know better than to leave us in disgust
Let me take you right to the point
All you ever do is encage in disjoint
That does it the time has arrived
Take it or leave it you better not side!
You did it again
All you ever did was doubt
What do you want?
Let me tell you what it's all about
One life
Nine hearts
And eighteen hands that'll rip you all apart
We're here to decimate
To show you all we will never fall
It's gonna get serious
And critical
Don't stop because the feeling is terminal!
Scream!
Scream like you never have before!
Scream!
Scream till you cant scream anymore!
Scream!
Scream like your throat is bleeding!
Scream!
Scream till your heart stops beating!
Scream for me!
Get off of me, and get away
Show the whole damn World this will never die
No matter how the energies scatter
Got to know nothing exists but the dream
Give it all
Till there's nothing left to give
Save it all
Quit saving you
If you're going to let the pain inside
Never under estimate the way you live your life
Scream!
Scream like you never have before!
Scream!
Scream till you can't scream anymore!
Scream!
Scream like your throat is bleeding!
Scream!
Scream till your heart stops beating!
Scream for me!
All our lives!

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song performed by Slipknot
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Maybe

Say, eighteen hundred thousand years ago
A lightning strike set blaze a bushy plain
And seared the seeds of life that hid below.

When cooled, a group appeared on charred terrain
And scratched the earth with thumb-opposing hands
In search of tuber, pulse or wild grain.

Alert and ill-at-ease in open lands
The scattered stones and sticks provided arms
And held aloft, some branches glowed like brands.

Then shelter bound, they took their smoking charms
To ward against their fears, yet knew not how
They held an epoch's clock within their palms.

A child played with cast-off ashy bough
And fed a spark from which a tiny flame
then sparked a torch in every bony brow.

And ages passed for which they had no name
In which an unlocked, heat-wrought wealth of food
progressively transformed their bodies' frame.

Small jaws and teeth, and shorter gut ensued
While larger brains advanced their skulls to fore
And differential sex size was subdued.

The species spread and prospered, wood to shore
Time freed, to hone fine blades for hunt or art
And language flourished in the cause of war.

More ages passed and time forbade rechart
Until their burning needs enclosed complete
Dependent bodies, slaves to fire at heart.

What now to burn? their fossil fuels deplete
To feed a shared compulsion, both engrossed
And having filled their carbon sinks, replete.

In chains of servitude and thrall inmost
Denial is the addicts common state
Poor parasites of all-consuming host.

*Please choose from one of the following options-

a) Upheaval, floods and famines decimate
Descendents left to rue their sorry fate.

b) With cognate love and empathy innate

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poem by Diane Hine
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Love Sonnet 15: I feel love's fires smoulder very intense,

I feel love's fires smoulder very intense,
Which could go on blazing in coming years,
Whilst so, your eyes I did see recompense,
Moments we spent in loneliness and tears;
Embers, there will be none for us to keep,
As flame of love will burn without abate,
Like stars that shine eternal as we sleep,
Nary will they, to ashes decimate;
Yet warmth is felt though glow is yet unseen,
Passion of ours rages so strong within,
Endure they would, until forever, keen,
To love and keep loving, through thick and thin;
.........Unlike candles that on their wax subsist,
.........My love will burn as long as souls exist.
.

poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Drama

A fugitive chameleon sits on my window sill
daily, ceding the space horizon to thickness

of delusion; wants to decimate the infamous
rotting image of man, shining everyday in lush

fucking gossips. A perfect imperfection of treachery
to attack the hapless blade of grass who cannot

stand erect in a gale of glory of tall trees.

The star-glint overwhelms a prophet of dust.
A goddess enters the labyrinth of anthologies.

The smile that sets to sail a thousand slogans-
flies from infinity to the branches of flesh.

And the rivals collapse like dark alchemy
without qualms, naked and speechless.

poem by Satish Verma
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Miscellaneous Feelings in the Sui Garden

1
Joy and anger are not caused by outside things:
they simply happen to arise in the heart.
Rising and falling are not matters of fate:
one simply happens to encounter them.
Reading a book and finding nothing there,
I drop the volume, get up, and take a walk.
I think I'll go to the bamboo grove
where I can listen to the springtime water flow.

2
Let them knock at the bramble gate —
the host is in a dream!
Startled awake, I search for my socks;
I must have lost them east of the thatched hut.
At night, with nothing on my mind,
in dream I watched the bamboo growing tall.
Should guests arrive now at my garden,
barefoot I will see them off.

3
Classics, Histories, Philosophers, Belles-Lettres:
these the four branches of literature.
Pavilions I have built, libraries —
one for each kind in four different spots.
In each one I have placed an inkstone
as well as several brushes to write.
Mornings I rise, wash my face,
then let my feet lead me where they will.
Circulating among all four,
happily I pass the day's twelve hours.

4
When they hear me stop reading out loud,
the farmers come from all around.
The healthy ones shoulder hoe and plow,
the fragile ones wear their hempen shoes.
The happy ones bring piles of bamboo mats,
the tired ones have bundled firewood.
They invite me to sit with them under the trees:
we all open our hearts to each other!
"This year we've suffered from wind and rain,
and still can't plant good sprouts.
We hear you chanting out loud from books:
could it be you prepare for exams?"
I love these people, their true, sincere nature,
and the way they speak, like little children!
Each one drinks a cup of wine
and we lie in a heap on the moss.

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poem by Yuan Mei, translated by Jonathan Chaves
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