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Philosophical
May 9, 2014
Dr. Sigma G.R.
LifeLoneliness and its warmth
Embracing me without my wish
People are coming and going
Like rising and setting sun.
But where are you my heart
Searching-Is it a problem of everyone?
And you are selfish to the core.
You,the black monster
And my life is shaken by your stupidity
May be every woman's life is same,
Woman a wonderul creation of god
But unnoticed by the world.
You are killing like a spider
But i have to be confident.
For,my son is there to love me.
And i to love him back.
Because i am created ,
as a mother and a woman.
May 5, 2014
Phillip Phidippides
Brought to You by the Letter "P"man...
a quasi-cosmic pluripotential
propagated by limitless recombinations of progenitor peptides
fraught with hazards biologic, environmental,
political, financial, spiritual
tossed into cycles of growth and decay
molded by millions of minions of current culture
the miracle is...
this precious piece of protoplasm seems
providentially propelled
to seek its roots
find the truth
discover a way to slip the noose
of prosaic repetition
then search for hints of symphony
from its DNA musician
April 3, 2014
Carol Barron-Karajon
Lasting ValuesHow would it be, have you ever thought,
If the things you have, you then had not?
Would you find the past a sorrowful waste,
And regret that you lived your life in haste?
What would you see, in looking back?
What did you offer? What did you lack?
Has all the happiness you've sought,
Dwell in things that can't be bought?
Or, could it be, you've over-rated
All that you've accumulated?
It's human to reach out for more
And wish for what we haven't got.
But...how would it be? Just give it some thought,
If the things you have, you then had not!
August 10, 2009
Still Thinking
You can see the effects of all this that I speak on our once Godly nation. Christians have been marginalized. If we don't start sharing our faith soon this marginalization will be transformed into a muzzle that is designed to silence us once and for all, its a good thing I know how the book ends or that could be concerning! Have you ever heard of the Fairness Doctrine, or Hate Crimes? These were custom made to stop whats left of the remnant in this country. Look around at the agendas fueled by the Humanistic Frankinstein Monster that is now our Postmodern Culture. It masquerades as a Multiculturalistic creation, but is nothing more than the perversion of a great sociey. I watch in horror as it stumbles forward declaring its right to exist. It smells of abortion, Gay Marriage, and the desire to clone body parts for profit.
I do my best thinking with my left sock on.
Is an isum a verb?
Thats the question I ask on my computer screen when it is about to go to sleep. "How poetic" I think to myself. The truth is that the majority of us don't want our lives to be involved in complicated thought processes, so we put our reason on auto pilot and go with the flow. Just like what my computer does when it's not being used. I see the danger in a society of people just waiting for a touch on the keyboard, or bump at the mouse to wake them to any possibility. Is this the product of a Postmodern culture? "Postmodernism" If you ask a secular philosophy student the definition you will get an answer that will leave you still wondering, or at best thinking you understand, but hoping no one asks you.
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