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Environmentalists have a very conflicted relationship with their cars.

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With Their Immature Tantrums

It is admirable!
However...
Isn't it a bit too late,
To take measures to clean up an atmosphere...
Already polluted,
By those who have induced...
A putrid introduction?
Produced by forums,
Where these seducers have inflicted,
With an acceptance solicited!
The very same ones,
Who now claim they have become sick of it!
With their immature tantrums.
To blame someone else,
As the cause of this!

Why not censor the experience of life itself?
Since so many are afraid to live it
Or hear those with expanded values...
Who have encompassed 'all' of God's offerings!
Whether bitter, sweet or indifferent.
But then again...
Some have excelled to insure,
A darkness lived under rocks...
Becomes their next best 'thing'!

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Casey Affleck

I have a very bad relationship with mice.

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Colin Firth

I have a very long relationship with America. My mother grew up there and I felt to some extent that I partly belong there. I was schooled there briefly for about a year.

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Your Relationship With Nature

Your relationship with Nature speaks volumes about you
Do you only see Nature as a means to financial gain or are you one of those who
Love Nature for her beauty and love her wildlife and her trees
And her rivers, lakes and mountains and her fields and flowers and bees?

Your relationship with Nature tells of the sort of person that you are
Do you see Nature's protectors as those who have gone too far
In their dispute with the developer in their fight for every tree
If this be so you support the environmental vandals or so 'twould seem to me?

Your relationship with Nature about you more can say
Than all of your friends and enemies can or so 'twould seem that way
For your apathy to Nature tells of your inner strife
And your attitude to Nature is your attitude to life.

Your relationship with Nature says far more about you
Than anyone else of you can say as their words may not be true
For if you love Mother Nature and with her live in harmony
Then you are working for the good of all of humanity.

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Hoping With Their Fingers Crossed

From the very moment they raided the kitchen,
To leave the cupboards and the shelves empty and bare...
Those who had been entrusted,
To oversee the supply in abundance there...
But stole what they could,
And ran like lieing thieves who connived...
Are now back on the scene in the same suits and ties.
Hoping with their fingers crossed,
That no one remembers who had their fingers in the cookie jars...
Long before their attempts to place the blame,
On the ones who came with rolled up sleeves and one purpose...
To permanently rid every rodent and remodel the entire house,
With a fresh coat of paint and furnishings...
That will restore accountability and integrity,
To once again have the occupants...
And everyone in the neighborhood,
Feeling proud that someone has focused with priority...
To finally move forward by naming every rat trying to come back,
These crooks are now on the defensive and innocence in their eyes...
Also display gestures,
Of having had an absence of memory for their misdeeds.
And of course...
They seek an attention to have everyone believe,
Their intentions are nothing but wholesome, honest and sincere.

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I Have Become Very Hairy

I have become very hairy all over my body.
I'm afraid they'll start hunting me because of my fur.

My multicolored shirt has no meaning of love --
it looks like an air photo of a railway station.

At night my body is open and awake under the blanket,
like eyes under the blindfold of someone to be shot.

Restless I shall wander about;
hungry for life I'll die.

Yet I wanted to be calm, like a mound with all its cities destroyed,
and tranquil, like a full cemetery.

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With Their Devotion, Faith and Love

I have loved and laughed and cried.
And today I am so filled with joy,
To know...
I have loved and laughed and cried,
With those...
Who have touched my life,
With their greatest of gifts...
Sharing their lives with mine.

And today I am filled with joy,
To know...
Those who have gone on in their lives,
To teach,
To administer their wisom.
And minister from pulpits...
With the same love and commitment to inspire,
Others...
With their devotion, faith and love!

So blessed am I,
To experience the crossing of our paths.

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Unhappy With Their Normalities

They claim 'them' to be dysfunctional?
And the purpose for that is what?
To prove themselves less moronic?
Because those who they say are dysfunctional,
Seem to make less doctor appointments.
Place no visits to prisons.
Have the respect of their friends, family and children.
Work and donate time to volunteer.
And appear to be living that life that is wished.

'You know?
I think they are right!
Those who oppose to their way of life.
They are dysfunctional.
Compared to how life today is lived.
And what it is like to live it right!

But,
If 'they' are dysfunctional...
Why are so many unhappy with their normalities? '

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I would again want a relationship with you

I would again want a relationship with you
try to wind time back
and with experience try to turn things around,
making something else, something much bigger out of everything

try to watch out for mistakes of the past,
try and dissuade you from painful choices
and wish that you could turn like a storybook through our lives,
Maybe things would have been better, but we are human and imperfect

and maybe time and again we would have made other mistakes
saying the wrong things to each other
and still know that we truly love each other,
however life goes through our humanity
while there are still tomorrows lying ahead
and I wonder when we can start again?

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With Their Wishes To Be 'Freaky

I think I've been called,
Every derogatory name there is.
When I was a kid that use to bother me.
Especially those names I couldn't spell.
I had at one time collected them.
To see which ones I preferred.

So...
To entertain,
I admit I then did some things that were strange.

Many years have passed,
And even today I'm considered 'eccentric'.
As if I did not spend my life pursuing this!
Status quo folks bore me to tears.
With their 'normal' way of doing things...
'Whatever' today people consider that 'is'.

And as I reach to seek for more challenges,
I realize I've almost outdone myself.
Believing I was made to test the waters,
Before anyone else.
And a few have sought me out to give advice.
With their wishes to be 'freaky' without paying the price.

'Back off!
I've earned this! '

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With Their Depthness Of Such Knowledge

We should all feel blessed,
To know there are those amongst us...
Who know exactly the way,
We should all live our lives...
By sharing their insights of correctness.
And their tempers flared prematurely will then cool,
With the comprehension and understanding...
They are willing in patience to prevent anguish.

We should all feel blessed,
To know there are those with direct contact...
With God and the understanding of God's wishes.
And perhaps one day those who lead us,
Into wars to battle over self interests 'consciously'...
Will heal the ones wounded with pain and sorrows,
With their depthness of such knowledge claimed...
To end every conflict they have intentionally started.

Let us all pray that one day,
Their interpretations will awaken them to match...
Their ideals.
To then produce a true peace that today,
Seems so elusive to evade common sense.
And the purpose for it.

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The Very First Christmas with my Husband

2008 is the most wonderful year for me, the ever blessed by God,
The very first Christmas with my husband, truly, be very glad!
Morning, afternoon and evening dwells through European breeze,
Snow flakes in Romania might be at the deepest, coolest freeze!
Making wishes that I have to write with my red and green journal,
Love and green pine trees, symbolism at it...too inspirational!
Joy, triumph and bliss to embrace, within the list of accomplishment,
Gift of endless love and commitment are here for endearment.
Christmas is an enormous call for me to share with my husband,
The birth of Jesus Christ traces the path of a family in holy, new land.
Comparable to my life, as I prayed for so long...a wish...so very tight,
To be with someone, as I call my own...my husband, and be might!
Dreams come true, on this remarkable, joyful and peaceful season...
The very first Christmas with my Daniel, God dwells us for reason!

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Nothing To Do With Their Active Involvement

A 'knowing' takes observation.
With a growing of a comprehension,
That connects with effectiveness.
Many have chosen to accept this,
As the main ingredient to their happiness.

Those affected by what is observed,
But reject the obvious as cause and reason...
Live in spaces they believe invisible.
With a series or excuses and denials,
From them sent to dispute a truth meant.
And a clarity that has been heaven sent?
Well...
Folks can not perceive in their daily routines,
Truth like this breaks through walls of cement.

There is something that can be said,
About those who try to escape...
From what they dread.
And it is all in their heads...
Cushioned by delusion,
That the appearance of what is...
Isn't for them to be experienced.

Nor Has it 'anything' or nothing at all,
To do with their active involvement.
And as long as they inhibit and reside within it,
Participating...
There is a belief they keep pieces of it concealed.
And 'this' is believed by those with this perception,
They alone have choices
To pick and choose their own realities.

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Foolish Boys With Their Toys

Foolish boys with their toys
Written by Wilfred Mellers, Friday, November 23,2012

You are a foolish boy with your toys
You own the world and everyone in it
The hearts and souls you can't ever win it
Information access you spin it
You are a foolish boy with your toys

You spit hate and say you are great
You turn a blind eye when others die
Sure you can blow up the world if you want to
Tell me, then what will you do?
You are a foolish boy with your toys

When you see the world to its end
Will that mean that you are men?
Arrogant and so unwise
Surrounded by stooges to fill your heads with lies
How foolish can you be?

Masters of the world and ruler of none
Life you took solely for fun
The gun took everything you claim to own
What will you do when you are left here all alone?
You're a foolish boy with your toys

Coding your messages to the grassroots
Fictitious fantasy filled with pure untruths
So foolish and unwise
You can't even see you own demise
Foolish boys with your toys

You've gained the world yet lost your soul
The very land you stand on you stole
This very world you're going to destroy
No steeds left to herd by the cowboy
You've been very foolish boys with your toys

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Even with Their Sunglasses On

I do not pussyfoot or beat around bushes.
And I don't get offers to speak sweet messages either.
Not publicly.
I am prone to be...
Less controlled by proper etiquette.
How boring can people get?

In fact...
In the middle of my presentations remembered,
People were riveted to their seats.
Undecided whether it was safe to exit,
Or stay fixed in one place to slowly breathe.

My last poetry reading...
I stripped bare!
There was static in the air.
And I needed to clear it.

And those witnessing in a state of shock,
Did their best to keep eye contact with me.
They knew I was there to deliver a message,
With a package unwrapped and firm...
Then!
And I was proud to be able to reach such heights.
The older I get,
I have noticed my emphasis has drastically changed.

Today...
People have raised their expectations much too high.
Even with their sunglasses on...
I can still tell where the focus of their attention is!
And it is not on listening to a word I have to say.
So I have discovered another more appropriate way,
To rise to the occasion.

I have not lost my ability to entertain.
It isn't easy finding more effective ways,
To handle my business.
And...
At least get 'someone' to appreciate my efforts.

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Rene & Georgette Magritte With Their Dog After The War

Words & music by paul simon
Rene and georgette magritte
With their dog after the war
Returned to their hotel suite
And they unlocked the door
Easily losing their evening clothes
They danced by the light of the moon
To the penguins, the moonglows
The orioles, and the five satins
The deep forbidden music
Theyd been longing for
Rene and georgette magritte
With their dog after the war
Rene and georgette magritte
With their dog after the war
Were strolling down christopher street
When they stopped in a mens store
With all of the mannequins dressed in the style
That brought tears to their immigrant eyes
Just like the penguins, the moonglows
The orioles, and the five satins
The easy stream of laughter
Flowing through the air
Rene and georgette magritte
With their dog apres la guerre
Side by side
They fell asleep
Decades gliding by like indians
Time is cheap
When they wake up they will find
All their personal belongings
Have intertwined
Oh rene and georgette magritte
With their dog after the war
Were dining with the power elite
And they looked in their bedroom drawer
And what do you think
They have hidden away
In the cabinet cold of their hearts?
The penguins, the moonglows
The orioles, and the five satins
For now and ever after
As it was before
Rene and georgette magritte
With their dog after the war

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Rene And Georgette Magritte With Their Dog After The War

Words & music by Paul Simon
Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war
Returned to their hotel suite
And they unlocked the door
Easily losing their evening clothes
They danced by the light of the moon
To the Penguins, the Moonglows
The Orioles, and The Five Satins
The deep forbidden music
They'd been longing for
Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war
Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war
Were strolling down Christopher Street
When they stopped in a men's store
With all of the mannequins dressed in the style
That brought tears to their immigrant eyes
Just like The Penguins, the Moonglows
The Orioles, and The Five Satins
The easy stream of laughter
Flowing through the air
Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog apres la guerre
Side by side
They fell asleep
Decades gliding by like Indians
Time is cheap
When they wake up they will find
All their personal belongings
Have intertwined
Oh Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war
Were dining with the power elite
And they looked in their bedroom drawer
And what do you think
They have hidden away
In the cabinet cold of their hearts?
The Penguins, the Moonglows
The Orioles, and The Five Satins
For now and ever after
As it was before
Rene and Georgette Magritte
With their dog after the war

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With Their Doings Done

Some feel free to be sadistic,
With doings done.
And the having of fun.
Idealistic realists,
With doings done.
And a wanting of truth to appear and come.

And they who are minimalists,
Try to reduce materialistic wishes...
With doings undone seeking to do.

Some feel free to be sadistic,
With doings done.
And the having of fun.
Idealistic realists,
With doings done.
And a wanting of truth to appear and come
And they who are minimalists,
Try to reduce materialistic wishes...
With doings undone seeking to do.

Many have slowed their paces...
With their doings done.
Doings done.
Eliminating their rat races...
With their doings done.
Doings done.
And celebrating tasting life...
As if a piece of cake,
To savor.

Many have slowed their paces...
With their doings done.
Doings done.
Eliminating their rat races...
With their doings done.
Doings done.
And celebrating tasting life...
As if a piece of cake,
To savor.

Many have slowed their paces,
With a tasting of life to savor.
Many have slowed their paces,
With a tasting of life to savor.
Many have slowed their paces,
With a tasting of life to savor.

Many have slowed their paces,
With their doings done.
Doings done.

Many have slowed their paces,
With their doings done.

Many have slowed their paces,
With a tasting of life to savor...
And with their doings done.

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Patrick White

The Nuns Are Sleeping On Graves With Their Pagan Lovers

The nuns are sleeping on graves with their pagan lovers.
The black walnut trees have shed their leaves
half way between feathers and scales
like arboreal dinosaurs that are learning to fly.
And the branches of the staghorn sumac
that went up in flames like the rest of the greenwood
now look like the ribs of a snake blanched in the ashes.

I tell the hard rocks chiselled down to the lake
as if they were animate, sapient, sentient life forms
I know just how they feel
when they're dreaming of Carrara marble
and someone steps on them
like a skull of a common cornerstone
you can take for granted, but the birds,
why is it always the birds that are the first
to be alert to things like this, tell me
not to deprive them of their extinction.
So I'm prone to keeping my words to myself
when I'm on a backwoods pilgrimage alone
with too many death masks hiding the face of the moon.

Half the abandoned roads I've walked through life
have turned back in upon themselves
like an ingrown hair of a noose
in a claustrophic cul de sac,
like a thread of the mindstream
trying to close the eyelid of a needle that's dead.
But the other half of the labyrinth
on the dark side of seeing led me into clearings
in the middle of nowhere I ever expected to be startled by stars
that set my heart racing with mystic terror as if a partridge
just exploded out of the bushes in front of me
and enlightenment came to me for an hour or two
with such force of clarity I was breathing light not air.

And I didn't become one with everything.
How can anyone say they're one with everything
without resorting to the past tense the moment they say it?
I stood my ground beside unity like zero
because nothingness is the only way
of comprehending one without being excluded by it
like the exception that puts the lie to the whole,
and I amplified its immensity tenfold.

Ask any silo. There's no limit to what you can hold
when you're empty compared to what you can
when you're full. Even on upgraded hobby farms
where the wheat and the corn are stored
in more ample, lightning proof Euclidean storage spaces,
if you look over your shoulder in passing
at the old wooden siloes barely holding their ribs together
with rusting metal bands, cooper's barrels
abandoned closer to the road that's been widened since then,
their roofs blown off by the wind like the lids of garbage cans,

I've seen fully mature trees, rooted in the compost
at the bottom, rising up like green oil strikes toward the sky
or a clown like me being shot out of a cannon toward the stars
and landing in the safety nets of the laughing constellations
who weren't expecting to catch anything that night
but a few eyes out swimming too far, too deep from shore.

Just because it's a long shot, and your aim's off,
and your not quite as profound or sublimely targeted
as the asteroid that destroyed the dinosaurs,
doesn't mean you still can't make a big impact as a meteor
holding on to the flower in your hat for dear life
like a butterfly in a firestorm of dragons
with a childlike sense of humour marrowed
in the smooth bore barrels of their dusky funny bones.

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A Relationship With God?

depth of intimacy is our choice
yet God ever seeks
an intimate relationship with us


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