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When I think of you.

When I think of you.

I see your smile it's as wide as the moon. I feel your warmth just like the sun. I hear your voice, so sweet, like a flock of nightingales singing till dawn. I see the light and energy in you as I do the stars. You are so spirated, I feel the power of a fresh spring day, when our gaze meets. I see in you the beauty of flowers dancing with joy in a ...
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Moving on

Moving on

My love, I do pursue you, but I never seem to catch you, since you always lead me on to further ways astray which ever makes it quite impossible to ever find the right way back or any right way, for that matter. But I pray you: Lead me on, and I will follow you continuously like so far; and since we seem to prosper both from it, so let us just continue straying never ...
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The Road to Perdition

The Road to Perdition

When fate keeps battering you all around and strangling you in stress and worries, catching you in traffic incidents and driving you to nuts by faltering computers infected by viruses and crashing all the time, when harassment is all you get for being right by all those who can't see that they are wrong, when ruin threatens you and catches up with you, when your best friends go dying and the living break their ties, ...
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the global migraine

the global migraine

The nation's strength is not in its arms, it's in the way it grows crops in the farms; it's the food the matters, not the food-snatching wars; throughout the world, albeit technologies tried the farmers commit suicide, one wonders why the tv channels across europe, the americas, australia allure the unwilling ladies to espouse the farmers; in the punjab of india, where wheat is in abundance, over 9000 farmers in 18 years abandoned their lives; ...
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Quite simply

Quite simply

Who can fight the unacceptability, the ugliness and horrors of this world, the meaninglessness of the universal violence, the ruthlessness of egoism, the voluntary folly of blind ignorance, the unaccountability of general destruction, the mad race for false security, the global meltdown of climatic change? – We all can and must fight them all by simply taking stand against them and opposing any kind of unacceptability, and never tire of the fact that by opposing ...
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At Last!

At Last!

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forget it

forget it

from the heart I write my lines, they have no art, they carry no lies, except for the wish in me that's never to be ...
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Culture or no culture?

Culture or no culture?

We can't do without it. It's what keeps humanity up, shows the way and gives some meaning to existence, while all else really isn't worth much, materialism, capitalism, politics, that mainly causes trouble, while culture is the only thing lifting us above the animal state and barbarism. The only hope for humanity is therefore to be led by culture and not by egoism and materialist ambitions, money and power, prestige and vanity. How is culture ...
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just forget it

just forget it

those who do not see where they went so terribly wrong, how on earth will they, they had never bent, always sold their wrongs as the solitary right as they reaped, marched along, protected their stance with all their might, shown how they're united, strong, the delinquents, the real cause of all the wars will forever be defiant, blame Tolstoy, Hori, and Rumi; albeit their measures o those terrible white elephants lost in the overdose ...
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The law of the world

The law of the world

The laws of the lands violating since donkey’s years the law of the world; the destruction hides without shame behind the horrendous blame game; safeguarding the world should now wittingly stand front and center; not blunder with a delinquent banter, an insipid gesture as it were, to overpower the neighbor; no, as 'neighbor' is but a word, it cannot be paged, nor read, without the flawless world; all the countries, not a handful of a kind, ...
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The lost Jew

The lost Jew

I thought I had a country, finally, after twenty centuries of loss, but it has betrayed me, it has turned me out, the Jew that thought justice was possible, the Jew that thought his Jewry could be an honour, the Jew who thought God actually was serious when he said 'Thou shalt not kill', the Jew who thought his exile in eternity was finally at an end when he was welcomed home into a land ...
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The Anti-Exhibitionist

The Anti-Exhibitionist

Not that he is hiding, but he is no real sandwich man and therefore doesn't like parading neither in his nakedness nor his extravagance in fashion, in neither his deserts nor foibles, neither in his dirty shoes nor with his purple nose, in neither his pathetic deplorability nor his excellence, his morbid fantasies or secret vices, his tics or manners, crooked ways or lusts, his insatiable desires or his secret love affairs, his grotesqueness or ...
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What's up?

What’s up?

If you're feeding the victims with weapons, what are you doing my friend? Wars all over the place, killing us from end to end; if you're keeping the strife alive, when will the monsters, the warmongers die! All the countries of the world? Unable to stop one? So powerless? Helplessly delimited by rules? Still listening to the laws of the lands, when we should obey one law, that of the world? Can't we hear the ...
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My Garden.

My Garden.

It’s not a fancy garden, it didn't want to be, I made it for the wildlife, the birds, my dog and me. It doesn’t want a perfect lawn, posh fencing or a ‘plan’. Of neatly weeded borders, its never been a fan. It likes to grow some ivy, where birds’ nest in the hedge, dots the lawn with wild flowers, plants daisies at the edge. So we get on most happily… the garden, dog and ...
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