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The night is beautiful,
So the faces of my people.
The stars are beautiful,
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Part One
The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.
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Does it matter? -losing your legs?
For people will always be kind,
And you need not show that you mind
When others come in after hunting
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People expect old men to die,
They do not really mourn old men.
Old men are different. People look
At them with eyes that wonder when…
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The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as a vulture hovers over a carcass, until he reached a beautiful lake surrounded by magnificent marble statuary.
He sat there pondering the water which poured from the mouths of the statues like thoughts flowing freely from a lover's imagination, and contemplating heavily his palace which stood upon a knoll like a birth-mark upon the cheek of a maiden. His fancy revealed to him the pages of his life's drama which he read with falling tears that veiled his eyes and prevented him from viewing man's feeble additions to Nature.
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There are two kinds of people on earth to-day;
Just two kinds of people, no more, I say.
Not the sinner and saint, for it's well understood,
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Michael Jackson, the Thriller, Died
Life is unfair
To those who dare
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I sit in the dark corner all day long
Just writing my life's song
Why am i always so confused?
Why does everything wrong happen to me?
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People who have what they want are very fond of telling people who haven't what they want that they really don't want it,
And I wish I could afford to gather all such people into a gloomy castle on the Danube and hire half a dozen capable Draculas to haunt it.
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One day people will touch and talk perhaps
easily,
And loving be natural as breathing and warm as
sunlight,
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The sound of laughter is a thing of beauty for laughter spreads the very gift of joy
That people they are drawn to happy people is not that hard for to understand why
Since everybody wishes to be happy and laughter it spreads happiness around
And only the heartless could not like the sound of laughter for laughter is a very happy sound,
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A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, "Let me offer you and this whole fortunate country my congratulations upon the birth of a new prince who will carry the name of my noble family, and of whom you will be justly proud. He is the new bearer of a great and illustrious ancestry, and upon him depends the brilliant future of this realm. Sing and be merry!" The voices of the throngs, full of joy and thankfulness, flooded the sky with exhilarating song, welcoming the new tyrant who would affix the yoke of oppression to their necks by ruling the weak with bitter authority, and exploiting their bodies and killing their souls. For that destiny, the people were singing and drinking ecstatically to the heady of the new Emir.
Another child entered life and that kingdom at the same time. While the crowds were glorifying the strong and belittling themselves by singing praise to a potential despot, and while the angels of heaven were weeping over the people's weakness and servitude, a sick woman was thinking. She lived in an old, deserted hovel and, lying in her hard bed beside her newly born infant wrapped with ragged swaddles, was starving to death. She was a penurious and miserable young wife neglected by humanity; her husband had fallen into the trap of death set by the prince's oppression, leaving a solitary woman to whom God had sent, that night, a tiny companion to prevent her from working and sustaining life.
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America, you ode for reality!
Give back the people you took.
Let the sun shine again
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My wearied heart bade me farewell and left for the House of Fortune. As he reached that holy city which the soul had blessed and worshipped, he commenced wondering, for he could not find what he had always imagined would be there. The city was empty of power, money, and authority.
And my heart spoke to the daughter of Love saying, "Oh Love, where can I find Contentment? I heard that she had come here to join you."
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Although the human mind has been divided into conscious, subconscious and unconscious today, yet the man had already been existing and his mind, too. Freud was of the view that he did not exactly invent the idea of unconscious mind because poets and philosophers were already familiar with it. He said that he had only presented its theory in psychological terms. According to Freud, the poetry comes into existence on account of regression and sublimation of unsatisfied longings. On regression of these conscious desires, the subcoscious and uncoscious minds apparently become symbols of sabotage but on sublimation they transform into creative subconscious and creative uncoscious respectively. It is either as the peaceful use of neuclear energy or as to irrigate the far flung barren lands from a large dam. When Plato said that even an expert of Poetic Technique could not create great poetry without intuitive insanity, he wanted to say that the poet could not depend on his conscious mind only because the source of superior creations is afterall the unconscious, the backyard of mind. Since then people have been considering the poets to be abnormal. You may call it insanity or licentiousness or poetic spell or revelation or intuition or poetic inspiration. On the other hand, a genius who is also seen at the last footstep of conscious, mostly depends upon his intuition. Therefore he is also considered to be abnormal. A litrary genius seldom turns to be normal but as a human being his best creative faculties operate during the most normal moments of his life. These are intellectual moments indeed. The analysis of revelation or intuition shows that it operates in two modes. In first mode, a totally untouched thought steps into conscious all of a sudden. It is usually considered similar to electric lightning. Therefore poets, mystics, even scientists, all are aware of it. While the second mode is more common which is also understood by people having non creative mind. This is called productive thinking and it is placed second to intuition. For example, a forgotten name or face or event comes into conscious suddenly during half-asleep. The first mode is related to unconscious while the second mode is related to subconscious. The subconscious is more important in both. In first mode, the unconscious is raised upto the level of subconscious. While in the second mode subconscious is itself a source of information. First mode is usually named as Poetic Inspiration while second as Poetic Imagination. A stream of thoughts begins to flow from subconscious towards conscious in both modes. Where in a trance-like state, the creator and his creation become two peas in a pod. At the end of the process when he observes his creation for the first time, it is no more a part of his subjective process but now he studies it objectively and makes modifications and additions in it. Thus he observes his creation as its first listener and critic, and tries to analyse what he has listened during intuition. In the first mode creative unconscious is responsible for the subjective process and creative conscious is resposible for the objective one. Likewise in the second mode creative subcoscious is responsible for the subjective process and creative conscious is responsible for the objective one. The creative conscious comes into existence by mastering the Poetic Technique. In fact, the functions of creative unconscious, creative subconscious, and creative conscious are so intercombined that they can not be isolated from one another. They are collectively known as Poetic Sense. In general terms Poetic Technique, Poetic Imagination and Poetic Inspiration are collectively called Poetic Sense.
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This is the life which is full of care,
Persons like this attitude are found rare.
Tolerance is too difficult to bear in body,
Such persons are there to speak truth ready.
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I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way,
Or male and female devilkins to lead my feet astray.
If these are added, I rejoice---if not, I shall not mind,
So long as I have leave and choice to meet my fellow-kind.
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In the Book of God (Ilahi-nama) 'Attar framed his mystical teachings in various stories that a caliph tells his six sons, who are kings themselves and seek worldly pleasures and power.
The first son is captivated by a virgin princess, and his father tells him the adventures of a beautiful and virtuous woman who attracts several men but miraculously survives their abuse and then forgives them. They acknowledge that carnal desire is necessary to propagate the race but also recognize that passionate love can lead to spiritual love, which can annihilate the soul in the beloved.
Other stories indicate the importance of respecting the lives of other creatures such as ants or dogs. One only thinks oneself better than a dog because of one's dog-like nature.
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What people get to decide and validate other people by categorizing them? Is it the "good people, " the "rich people, " the "smart people…? "
I'm really just trying to understand something.
Who decides and what makes them relevant when we the people are all "Just People? "
Where did this come from and why is it still allowed in this day, age and time? We are singled out, casted out, separated, isolated, placed above, placed beneath, considered better than, considered less than, worthy, unworthy… all because of the labels that enables. Yes, the labels that are placed before the people to identify the people.
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Don't cry for me Africa
Because I will never let you out of my mind
I hear your voices people of Africa
I hear your cries people of Africa
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People walk, people talk.
Count the seconds, on the clock.
People share, people stare.
Most just act, like they don't care.
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83] Message eighty-three: Wisdom sets you free.
p.1—Gang-stalking: If you compose a message, and the time of composing it was 7: 00 a.m., and you mention it online, via email or webpage, and later that day or following morning, you go into the kitchen, and you see 7 seconds on the microwave, the result of someone in your family doing so, it could be a coincidence. But if you repeatedly see things like this happening, it's proof you're being gang-stalked or harassed. In message 82 when I explain seeing 'vomit' when you read the word 'move' backwards, as being a shortening of or abbreviation for vomit, etc., and then the following day I discover that someone has subsequently placed an envelop or gift card on the ground backwards, and that particular incident doesn't usually occur but other things like it continually happen to match what I type online, then that's a sign of gang-stalking. Consider the following words from A. K. Forward, in his book Gang-Stalking and Mind-Control, 'These strange activities will not be isolated incidents in a target's life, but will be ongoing, usually occurring regularly enough that there can be no mistake that they are not just coincidental, but very purposeful.' And, for instance, it may not always be that it's a 7 on the microwave; it could be seven soda cans stacked in the refrigerator; or seven pieces of chicken, etc. And if you're a person who doesn't believe that a person is involved in gang-stalking, and you're not watching or monitoring them and their activities 24/7, then you can't honestly determine that they are not gang-stalking. If someone accuses them, you, without exempting the alleged gang-stalker, must consider them as being someone who potentially or in fact is. Another example is, someone in your family could be tampering with the a/c unit. One day early in the morning they decide to turn the cool air on when it's cold outside. And you notice this, and you hear them, but when you open the door and check to see if they're around, you neither hear nor see them. And then you open the door to go back into your room, but, instead of going back in, you close the door, as if you went back in. And then you hear them, near the location where you heard them at, moving around and making noise. That's a definite sign of not only being someone targeted or gang-stalked, but of having the proof that such is happening.
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People who are unafraid of being afraid
because fear has become their home
People who wonder
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The people are happy, the people are sad, the people rejoice, the people are still sad, the people find happiness, the people find loneliness, In the end the people find each other and now they're glad
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Rich people never like to be challenged
rich people never like to be mistreated
rich people never like to be disrespected;
rich people are always humble
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MAT MODEL OF EDUCATIONAL LEADERSHIP
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People
Drinking people
Sleeping people
Emotional people
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INSULTING SIMPLE LIVING PEOPLE FOR JOYS
Today, the simple living people become prey of other people. In front of a huge crowd, these simple living people are being insulted.This is due to their calm and simple nature.
These simple living people are generally ignored and are being exploited by other people. They become a source of laughter for those people who get bored and want someone to entertain them.
First of all, the people who get bored, search for those people who are sitting idle or just ignored by someone or having simplicity in their life. Bored people just ask those people to come and sit with them and in front of their friends / relatives, they just make jokes of the simple people. The respect of the simple living people is just snatched by them and they play with the calm hearted people just like playing with useless toys. And the crowd surrounding the bored people also start laughing on the calm hearted people byaccompanying the bored people and insulting the simple living people without thinking about the feelings of those people having simple life and calm nature.
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