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Positive and Nice Memes
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Positive and Nice Memes
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There are two talks in our head,
A Brat and a Saviour
One hates the world, in so, many ways
The other berates that behaviour
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The Brat is a toddler
A mere child
That is me
A savour comes from somewhere we can’t see
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Sitting on the shoulder of your mind.
Your mood can quickly darken and blacken.
Between the bad and the better,
These are the conversations that happen
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Rants The Brat at me.
“This is the reason I am pissed off at Kevin”
“I just get six things! While He gets all Seven!”
Again, a Saviour says to me,
“Remember, that you live in Earth heaven.”
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Moans the Brat
“Everyone is better, I have a low success score!”
“I am lonely, depressed and for stuff, I want more!”
A Savour reasons for me
“Part of you knows that ‘This’ is not a cure!”
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The Brat rants in my ear
“Reasons I am pissed off”
“I cannot get all I want; all the stuff is far too dear.”
Soothes a Saviour
“Tonight, you and your family will sleep without being in fear.”
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Cries the Brat
“The reason, I want ‘IT’ is to feel happy again”
“I love the bright plastic, the trite and inane!”
Warns the Saviour
“Chasing mere stuff will drive you insane!”
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The Brat stomps his foot down
“Reasons, that mainly, I have good reason to moan”
“I have kids that keep shouting and a wife feeling too tired to ‘bone’”
A saviour replies
“But you do not ‘live’ a private purgatory of constantly being alone!”
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Rants The Brat out of breath
“The Reason I hate”
“I am tired, fat and in a physical state”
Ask the Saviour
“Should you then maybe, have shared, that food that you ate.”
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Moans The Brat in a constant complaint
“Reasons I look such a sickly green hue…”
“I have again eaten too much, hungover and I will spew”
Warns a saviour on my shoulder.
“The real cause of your illness is your self-centred point of view”
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Rants The Brat once more
“Reasons I shout”
“I am frustrated, annoyed, I want to get all that crap out”
Says the Saviour once more
“But just ‘you’, ‘yourself’ are not what this world is about and for.”
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The Brat glares at me.
“Reasons I Scream”
“The charities bother, poke, and make me feel mean!”
Calmly, Says the Saviour to me
“The amount you spend of mere stuff is grossly obscene.”
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Rants The Brat,
“The reasons I yell”
“The gross, the poor and the needy that smell!”
Says the Saviour again,
“You forget that many live Earth hell.”
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“The Reason! The Reason! The Reason!”
“Rants! Rants! Rants!”
This Brat all the time!
Berates The Saviour “Be thankful dear child,”
“… For reasons” …
… “I have now given more than nine!”
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The Brat is a toddler
A mere monster
That's me
A savour comes from something higher we can’t see
.
A savour is not any one faith or religion
It is any reminder from above,
That many come in a form of hope, a friend or family relation
It may be a poem, note or a song from a station
.
Sitting in the corner of your head
Your soul can quickly burn and blacken.
Between the bad and the worse,
Inside yourself,
These are the conversations that happen
.
It could be you next that needs charity and love
And if that happens then form that same source,
From the same source up above
From above, and beyond in the air,
In the head of a stranger,
The Saviour may prompt them to care
.
Through Allah, God, or Faith (X)
Fighting the debase part of us that is rancid
Reaching us each,
This metaphysical practice is standard,
That through each other as Saviours
All our prayers may be answered
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A gentle reminder,
As a type of saviour to you, I have now said,
Where you are now is dumb luck
And that luck can turn on its head
Next time you feel mad
Attempt to feel Thankful instead
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The Broken Modern Mirror
of the Modern Developed Western Soul
.(A poem)
Possibly by Ross Lombardi (?)
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There are two talks in our head,
A Brat and a Saviour
One hates the world, in so, many ways
The other berates that behaviour
.
The Brat is a toddler
A mere child
That is me
A savour comes from somewhere we can’t see
.
Sitting on the shoulder of your mind.
Your mood can quickly darken and blacken.
Between the bad and the better,
These are the conversations that happen
.
Rants The Brat at me.
“This is the reason I am pissed off at Kevin”
“I just get six things! While He gets all Seven!”
Again, a Saviour says to me,
“Remember, that you live in Earth heaven.”
.
Moans the Brat
“Everyone is better, I have a low success score!”
“I am lonely, depressed and for stuff, I want more!”
A Savour reasons for me
“Part of you knows that ‘This’ is not a cure!”
.
The Brat rants in my ear
“Reasons I am pissed off”
“I cannot get all I want; all the stuff is far too dear.”
Soothes a Saviour
“Tonight, you and your family will sleep without being in fear.”
.
Cries the Brat
“The reason, I want ‘IT’ is to feel happy again”
“I love the bright plastic, the trite and inane!”
Warns the Saviour
“Chasing mere stuff will drive you insane!”
.
The Brat stomps his foot down
“Reasons, that mainly, I have good reason to moan”
“I have kids that keep shouting and a wife feeling too tired to ‘bone’”
A saviour replies
“But you do not ‘live’ a private purgatory of constantly being alone!”
.
Rants The Brat out of breath
“The Reason I hate”
“I am tired, fat and in a physical state”
Ask the Saviour
“Should you then maybe, have shared, that food that you ate.”
.
Moans The Brat in a constant complaint
“Reasons I look such a sickly green hue…”
“I have again eaten too much, hungover and I will spew”
Warns a saviour on my shoulder.
“The real cause of your illness is your self-centred point of view”
.
Rants The Brat once more
“Reasons I shout”
“I am frustrated, annoyed, I want to get all that crap out”
Says the Saviour once more
“But just ‘you’, ‘yourself’ are not what this world is about and for.”
.
The Brat glares at me.
“Reasons I Scream”
“The charities bother, poke, and make me feel mean!”
Calmly, Says the Saviour to me
“The amount you spend of mere stuff is grossly obscene.”
.
Rants The Brat,
“The reasons I yell”
“The gross, the poor and the needy that smell!”
Says the Saviour again,
“You forget that many live Earth hell.”
.
“The Reason! The Reason! The Reason!”
“Rants! Rants! Rants!”
This Brat all the time!
Berates The Saviour “Be thankful dear child,”
“… For reasons” …
… “I have now given more than nine!”
.
The Brat is a toddler
A mere monster
That's me
A savour comes from something higher we can’t see
.
A savour is not any one faith or religion
It is any reminder from above,
That many come in a form of hope, a friend or family relation
It may be a poem, note or a song from a station
.
Sitting in the corner of your head
Your soul can quickly burn and blacken.
Between the bad and the worse,
Inside yourself,
These are the conversations that happen
.
It could be you next that needs charity and love
And if that happens then form that same source,
From the same source up above
From above, and beyond in the air,
In the head of a stranger,
The Saviour may prompt them to care
.
Through Allah, God, or Faith (X)
Fighting the debase part of us that is rancid
Reaching us each,
This metaphysical practice is standard,
That through each other as Saviours
All our prayers may be answered
.
A gentle reminder,
As a type of saviour to you, I have now said,
Where you are now is dumb luck
And that luck can turn on its head
Next time you feel mad
Attempt to feel Thankful instead
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There are a lot of fit bodies at the club.
The “We are happy” crowd
“We are so very happy,”
“Honest!”
Us “The Users”
So happy that we need to chase even more happiness
Chase more drink, more drugs,
More sex, More elusive “coolness”
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There are a lot of broken people at the park
The “We are coping” groups.
We are coping, just about.
Honest!
Us “The losers”
The elderly crooked spine bent, that shuffle away
The others, crooked minds busted that grind each day.
Some were made by all of us,
While some were just born that way.
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There are a lot of cool and hot people in the club
The stylish ambitious.
The needy, the spiteful, the greedy.
Ill undermine him
I'll fuck her
I'll chill when I have to come down.
This is living
This is joy
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There are a lot of uncool and embarrassing “ITs” in the park
The socially untouchable
The needy, the weedy, the gentle and harmless.
I’ll nod to him pleasantly
I’ll say hello to her with a genuine smile
I’ll chill here when I feel down.
This is mindful existence
This is peace
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Don’t worry
I am just a failure in life
Don’t listen to silly uncool me,
Go and have another night out instead.
The type that you claim to enjoy so much.
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So, consider this you winners of life
With your manic swim towards the end of the eternity pool of fulfilment
So, Scared that you will soon drown
If you ARE such overall winners?
If we ARE all such losers?
Then why do I so deeply pity you?
Why do I suspect that the park people, here, are happier?
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I'd probably not even care at all about any academia unless I had been born badly dyslexic!
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I'd probably not even care at all about any academia unless I had been born badly dyslexic!
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It just took hearing once too often.
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"Don't expect too much from yourself in your exams"
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Just one too many times,
when I was in the just wrong mood!
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A GREENSPACE WITH NO “THUMP!” “THUMP!”
By Ross Lombardi
. There are a lot of fit bodies at the club.
The “We are happy” crowd
“We are so very happy,”
“Honest!”
Us “The Users”
So happy that we need to chase even more happiness
Chase more drink, more drugs,
More sex, More elusive “coolness”
.
There are a lot of broken people at the park
The “We are coping” groups.
We are coping, just about.
Honest!
Us “The losers”
The elderly crooked spine bent, that shuffle away
The others, crooked minds busted that grind each day.
Some were made by all of us,
While some were just born that way.
.
There are a lot of cool and hot people in the club
The stylish ambitious.
The needy, the spiteful, the greedy.
Ill undermine him
I'll fuck her
I'll chill when I have to come down.
This is living
This is joy
.
There are a lot of uncool and embarrassing “ITs” in the park
The socially untouchable
The needy, the weedy, the gentle and harmless.
I’ll nod to him pleasantly
I’ll say hello to her with a genuine smile
I’ll chill here when I feel down.
This is mindful existence
This is peace
.
Don’t worry
I am just a failure in life
Don’t listen to silly uncool me,
Go and have another night out instead.
The type that you claim to enjoy so much.
.
So, consider this you winners of life
With your manic swim towards the end of the eternity pool of fulfilment
So, Scared that you will soon drown
If you ARE such overall winners?
If we ARE all such losers?
Then why do I so deeply pity you?
Why do I suspect that the park people, here, are happier?
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A passing silly thought for the mystically inclined,
(Although I would like to hear your theories!)
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"IF" Demonic possession is possible,
Is "Angelic" Possession also possible??
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Because I really, Really, REALLY HATE the human race!
But despite this, I am constantly feeling compelled to
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REMEMBER!
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It does not matter what any percentage is of what everyone else agrees on.
What is Right is Right,
What is Wrong is Wrong,
It is that simple.
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IF only 0.01% of The World supported job skill education for anyone!
Then that 0.01% would still be in the Right
And all the others of the 99,99% would be in the Wrong!
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Popularity does not decide what is right and just.
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Never has
Never will
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What is right and just will always be a self-evident immutable fact in of itself!
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MY STUPIDEST THEORY EVER!
.A passing silly thought for the mystically inclined,
(Although I would like to hear your theories!)
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"IF" Demonic possession is possible,
Is "Angelic" Possession also possible??
.
Because I really, Really, REALLY HATE the human race!
But despite this, I am constantly feeling compelled to
"Do What is Right"
"Promote world peace and pacifism"
And
"Fight for the people,"
When I'd much rather Nuke the lot of em!
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I don't get a "warm fuzzy feeling" for doing any of this crap!
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I just feel a constant overwhelming compulsion to keep doing it, in spite of myself!
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So,
"Angelic Possession"??
I know its a VERY stupid theory
But it is only a mere theory!
So I thought I'd ask around about it anyway!
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I don't get a "warm fuzzy feeling" for doing any of this crap!
.
I just feel a constant overwhelming compulsion to keep doing it, in spite of myself!
.
So,
"Angelic Possession"??
I know its a VERY stupid theory
But it is only a mere theory!
So I thought I'd ask around about it anyway!
.
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I am well versed with the nature of violence.
I would argue, that ONLY if you are capable of REAL violence can you ever be a REAL pacifist.
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(Someone starving on a desert island can NOT claim to be on a diet!)
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( ONLY the person at the 'all you can eat buffet table' turning down food can!)
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I am well versed with the nature of violence.
I would argue, that ONLY if you are capable of REAL violence can you ever be a REAL pacifist.
.
(Someone starving on a desert island can NOT claim to be on a diet!)
.
( ONLY the person at the 'all you can eat buffet table' turning down food can!)
.
REMEMBER!
!
It does not matter what any percentage is of what everyone else agrees on.
What is Right is Right,
What is Wrong is Wrong,
It is that simple.
!
IF only 0.01% of The World supported job skill education for anyone!
Then that 0.01% would still be in the Right
And all the others of the 99,99% would be in the Wrong!
!
Popularity does not decide what is right and just.
!
Never has
Never will
!
What is right and just will always be a self-evident immutable fact in of itself!
!
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