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Pulling Unethically
If birds would be air
If air could be sweet
Colour Green would be yellow
Man could be a child and child man
Black would be white
Light could emit coolness & ice could have heat
Death could be ruling the earth and living things turned as dead
Silence could disturb our mind & sound could sooth our soul
We living into nest & birds in the houses
Human mother giving birth beautiful animals
Eyes could be in place of ears
Ears could become horns
Topsy-turvy is our way of thinking,
Giving thoughts to none.
Killing human beings & not killing the inner turmoil
Bribing the officers & not bribing the Deity
Praying for money & not praying the GOD
Pursuing life’s pleasure & not pursuing the utterly bliss
Passing by the good, catching the bad
Laughing the way of life & not laughing way of ourselves
Fearing to tread on the way to temple
Putting effort to conceal the hidden agenda
Remembering balance amount & not remembering the love of mother
Are we not dead & putting death penalty onto death itself
Death embarks on death stealthily
GOD ‘m going unethical
Strength do give me
Power do give me
Pursuance do give me
Love do give me
Strayed on the trodden path
Demanding fresh path
New bricks, new cement, new water & new thoughts
New building, bodily humane, brooding not the ulterior motif
Haphazard are our happenings
Guaranty is demanded from the air
No, not I have forbearance to bear, it’s pulling unethically.
Panorama of falsehood try to fathom the futility of Frankenstein
Growing ulterior thoughts for its upkeep
Wearing orbs laded with malas for attracting the multitude
Walking and thinking of orbiting the earth
Dungeon upon dungeon
Filth upon filth, our life begins and ends,
Giving thought upon thought .
Eyes sleeps and mind dances.
The Story will never end instead will be ending our OWN.
Reincarnation is given the benefit of DOUBT.
Neither, neither and nor is only in the dictionary of thoughtful lot.
Plagiarizing the whole field trotted with the downtrodden.
Lounging on the loitering being strayed from the path.
Helter-skelter we go picking the rags
Control we look for and is vague
Vague becomes vaguer as the look is forced upon it
Vanguard are building the perforce
Pandits are mere punitive enough
Pedagogues are perpetrating fabrication.
Paraphernalia of unethical pulling will always be there.
Sands are the sediments of reciprocal forbearance
It gives thought to the roots of our earth
Never ever will there be tranquility for its upkeep
Made for each other and the other is discarded away.
…………. Putting a panky stand pulling unethically.
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TAPESH
3rd September 2006
Dreams and Nightmares: Modern Art of Paul Salvator Goldengreen (Goldengruen), www.goldengruen.de
There is an utterly new perspective to get an insight into the human soul. These
"Dreams and Nightmares"
are not typical in a naturalistic sense. There are deep symbols and a rich sea of colours that show a way
to reach into the unconscious mind that is very vital. The symbols are highly concentrated and therefore
are not to be interpretated in a near sense but give way to sophisticated interpretation.
Nevertheless this interpretation may be adequately brought to the point and show more from you, your own
soul or the artists soul as an e.g. naturalistic picture or naturalistic dream, because there
swing with
so much connotations that are taken into account now and find a way out of the soul.
So the richness of your, my, the human soul as such is brought up to the conscious mind and may evolve
with mighty steps towards a future that enables humankind to prevail.
HOW AND WHY
Maqsood Hasni
If some have to say
Close you eyes
Shut the door of listening
At that situation
For a moment,
You may image and comment
What will happen?
The heart land how will safe
From what and why
NEW ERA
Maqsood Hasni
On a white paper
He wrote with red ink
Hunger and life
Two different trains, but
Where earth and blood,
No different thing
There death lost meanings
One thing more, I noted
White was not white now
Red changed its mood and temperament
SHOULD YOU BELIEVE
Maqsood Hasni
When stars spread over the sky
I often think,
Whether it is sufficient?
If yes,
Why people light Lumps?
Why the moon appears?
Should you believe?
Are horrible weapons not enough?
To win wars by techniques
Or by God gifted courage
Meanwhile my son gets up
That means dawn is about to break
Again a question arises
From where the dawn appears
The eastern moon and sun
Failed to realize,
Their dreams existence
Does not it means?
No sky on their heads
Once again I think
Should East has to search
Its own, sky?
Or to looks to the others
Jugaluck, having a mind that is astonishingly filled to the brim with thoughts can be a wonderful thing or it can overwhelm any one of us at any one time. Having a mind that is obscure and quite creative can only produce concise writing if the mind doing the thinking can do it in the abstract and can do it without tearing out of each thought the main theme of that thought. It may be that you are a genius of some note but until you can analyze your own thinking and come up with some way for you to better convey to us those ingenious thoughts you and your thoughts will never be seen or heard from.
Everyone has thoughts but the most of us have no idea that we also have the capacity to express those thoughts in a way that others of us can easily interpret and understand those thoughts of ours. I am one of those people, too. But, I don’t let that common flaw come between the rest of humanity and me, and Jugaluck you shouldn’t either.
Thouts arise with-in my mind, at an astonishing proportion. My mind is abscure, not to mention, "quite-creative". This is fairly occured, if the entire scenario, were to be analyizded.
WHITE DID HIS JOB Maqsood Hasni
Black and white
Met on a table
Both were noble
Black as had money
White, because known tricks
The host offered wine to black
Whereas the white took tea
In green ad red lights
White did his job
Black was not there
But a sick,
like dead body
Sitting on the door
Begging meat and wine
CROWN EVER REMAIN Maqsood Hasni
Life could not be seen from one angle
All results, at present
Are not complete and perfect
Hunger is equal
May big or small
Cod oil and meat
Have energy and heat
Well energetic
Crown ever remain
With foolish and deaf energy
NO HURRY TO DIE Maqsood Hasni
No hurry to die
As: Slave for his master
Body for soul
Blood for thirst
East for west
Century to century
Alive will alive
How it could suppose
Truth isn’t eternal?
The sun because gives
Lights and heat
After rain and thunder
CHOICE STILL IN HAND Maqsood Hasni
In the place of blue sky
Smoke and clouds too
For flying birds,
Neither east nor west
It’s a question
All communication have broken
If not, who will touch the cradle?
No voice, except orders or demands
It’s true,
Birds are in the space
Earth and Space
Not less then hunters hands
Dear birds
Let me know your choice;
sunder or fight?
Prison or death
Cherty or hunger
Nothing for you, but
Choice still in hand
DON’T BE WORRIED Maqsood Hasni
It will be a misfortune
But whenever by chance,
You slip from heights
Don’t be worried
And not look at organs
Organs could be mended
If soul wounded
Organs will be a tasty diet
Man-eaters, as living not far
Man shape is not sufficient
God grants qualities
When create a man
A man is in a man
Don’t reject that man
Wounded souls
Never approach nor could help
Even their own self
While others are far
NAMELESS POEMS
By Dr Maqsood Hasni
To cast a look at me
The sky has evaporated
The gloom before Dawn
If I set foot in Church
Devout lasses will forget
The world of Bibl
If you before me
I will judge your inner lathes
With a single glance at you
I wonder like zephyr
In the nook and corner
To behold your face
Canals of blood sprout
From the fire of separation
That is shore less
Smiling,
I feature of your face
Have struck my innocent heart
In the heart of my heart
There reside
A profound love
Only for you
On the every page,
You love story
My heart is a book
Its words thrill
In fact,
Your eyes smile
Intoxicating spark of his eyes
Does snatch comfort
Peace and pleasure of the world?
When moments epiphany
Dawn upon me,
My senses stand bewildered
NAMELESS POEMS
by:Maqsood Hasni
If I shake
My perfumed hair
In the air
The dear of desert
Shall run not more
If fire of Moses isn’t
In your look
Why people want to see you
Again and once again
With cadglic eyes
If I look at Sun
World will be sunk
In the river of darkness
CUPS AND LUMPS Maqsood Hasni
The cup which hasn’t tea
Lips never touch its brim
It’s true
The blind know nothing about lights
The wise don’t think or do wrong
But a mental sometimes
Do or think right
From thousands of years
gods of the temples have been doing nothing
But listening a lot
Where there is no tea or lights
Why the great people says:
"Come to us come us
We have tea and lights,
But cups and lumps
Maybe your own"
THE TIMES , THEY ARE A CHANGING
ALL WE NEED IS LOVE
I FEEL GOOD ABOUT YOU
LOVE IS ALL YOU NEED
WHAT EVERS RIGHT
GIVN LOVE IS GETTN LOVE
SMILIN IS SMILIN
R U SMILIN
I'M SMILIN
TOO
NOW - R U
SMILIN
TO
ALMOST TEARS IN MY EYES
FROM MY CHEAKS PULLING
THINKING OF YOU
SMILING TOO
special days have
special ways of
bringing those to mind
which grows still dearer every year....
and you are just that kind....
DEEPA MY EVERGREEN LOVER..
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Warejustgetherourimaginationoffredomlaysdownanddieswithourhumanhearts.beautycomesoutside of what u want.
Twear it al all into ur belief magination soul keeper.
Yours people. against the now very angry souls. NOT ME.
MESSAGE TO INSPIRE RELIGIOUS HARMONY.
In the name of religion, don’t fight.
Fire of hatred, don’t ignite.
Some are insane,
They need no reason to cause destruction.
You don’t behave insane.
Don’t break your value system.
Those, who do wrong.
HE will see them.
Those who cause pain,
Will get the same.
But that does not mean…
You should remain quiet.
You do what you can,
In a way, which is right.
Try to bring the insane to sane terms.
Insist them to look through your eyes,
As you look through theirs.
Read aloud this message…
God is one mighty power.
Yes, God is one mighty power.
People on the globe, they do differ.
Traditions, customs, practices are not same.
Nothing is wrong, different religions will differ.
Names of God too differ.
But remember,
The difference is just in the names.
All the names refer to Him, the mighty power.
So, if you say…
Your God is different and so is mine,
You are incorrect,
I request you to correct your line.
If you already know what I said,
Tell the others, who don’t have this in their heads.
Sow seeds of peace and those of harmony.
As you sow,
Rich fruits will grow.
This I vow.
Sunrise in the sea
The angry horizon
Meeting the gray dark sea
The ever-wild waves
Crashing on the rocks
Breaking on the shores
The glorious sunrise
Tracing a golden trail
The doves on the beach
Spreading friendship
Among the walkers
The naughty sand
Getting into the shoes
The cherished shells
Carelessly thrown by the sea
To be picked by children
The friendly fish folks
With their long boats
The sweet smelling sea air
Representing purity in impurity
And the sacred glory of the sea
ignorance and innocence, the delema of truth, for shore
intelecualism, inherently with good conscience
-Isms ambiguity, no more
faith and doubt supersede knowledge and faith
un-graices' deeds experianced the power
nevertheless a blooming flower
whats the point of view
forgivness, oh yes, this i never new
once apon a time this was just so few
if you dream experiances, realityies change
bizzarr or not accepance is mandetory, per say
wither to life or bloom to death
misrepresent that wich you stand for, no less
faith is gone and oh so troubling
i must say,im only mumbling
there you stand just simply wondering
evil is our only happiness, bye-bye
axis' are our only allies, why? why?
not i, my water runs...still
i may marter and run dry, but fullfill
community can be a dangerous enlightenment
the mystery of history, jornalist's foes
show me your notes examples and maybe some quotes
The black crescent moon rises like a leopard stalking prey. Once there was a gleam to its identity, now its just an inverse shadow; of a former self; it reacted against. Meanwhile Venus edges closer to the north, watching warily as if it is ready to spring into the depth of darkness.
The south wind, flavoured from the ocean, sweeps the spent leaves up the path. Once it bore the rich gift of rain, but now it shakes the trees with increasing futility, and gathers the remnants of the dry summer like the grim reaper claiming those who have impotently surrendered.
Too many clouds have been and gone, like an infertile woman, unable to play a part in recreation. And the earth remains dry and lifeless, like an old man sifting through memories of dampness.
In the distance; a motor bike growls towards its destination. I watch the tree ferns waving in the faint grey light, as if trying to catch attention of nature. Is it possible to drown in drought?
It seems like eternity, since I watched the setting sun paint the sky, yet it has only been a few moments since abdication, when I turned on the light. Power! Before then, time had paused in the hovering dusk. Its vivid colours so stark, they reminded me of a street worker touting business, as the market cruised by.
Too soon it dissipated, fleeing into the inevitable black, like sand sifting through my fingers. Even as my eyes tried to clasp it, I realised, I needed to relent as it faded and let it pass.
And now, the echoes of the whispering leaves, hush before the ritual onslaught of the possums. If I stay, I will only hear them leaping through the darkness. Instead, I turn away and seek the comfort of my 'living room'. The resounding after image of glory, bouncing off the cobbled way, as I begin to numb myself in entertainment.
Innergy
Energy is purely physical.
Innergy is purely mystical.
The physics of mystics go right down to metaphysics.
The negative people are just a statistic.
Like a magnet,it's static and they all say they've had it.
Riding the bar, you can reach the crater or the stars.
With your negativity, your compassion shines through.
What would I do...
Without you?
Isha and mischa.. well it almost sounds synchopated. Mischa how about you show me what you can do? Hopefully you will do so soon, in the meantime, I will encourage people who try to describe their journey (as long as its not repetitive) so fellow student, tell me about yours.
I have reviewed in summary the above new piece.
Repectfully, I must critique you.
Too many errors, regarding your punctuation.
Please note the flowers. Too WORDY.
Sincerely, fellow classmate...Maria
I quite liked your poem Isha, but I think it might be even more effective if you didn't try to rhyme. Give yourself the freedom to be uncluttered by that task, and see how it sounds
SOLITARY IN DESERT
In the desert, the day was slow,
With a purple glow;
No flow in the journey,
Nor was there any company.
I had just to go on and on,
In the vast and smooth sand's lawn;
Wind moving the sand to and fro,
I asked in a voice which was low:
"Sand, do you have anything to say?
Show me some direction:you may,
I am lost, know no directions,
I know you'll suggest, no predictions!"
Lost in the desert;feeling its solitude,
Experiencing its dusk, still on and on i moved.
Slowly but surely came the cold night,
Making me shiver with fright.
In the white,cold land,
With no helping hand;
So cold the night was,
I almost froze.
It was the first & foremost desire to have a campfire.
Only me, not even a single soul,
In my bedding, I had to roll.
How i slept hopefully,
Hankered to reach my own home-valley.
When you get hurt so bad.. and you have to hide it.. you can't show it you can't cry it all out.. Just try to keep it inside keep it where it can't be seen.. Then put a smile on your face.. and face the world with lies and keep all the pain locked up.. Tell all the people around you you're fine and then go cry on your own.. Don't show them they don't wanna listen anymore.. Stand tall and work hard get out of their sight and then live and feel and express and be yourself coz you're so beautiful and you're so thoughtful.. There is a way out so stand tall..
I am the ocean behold its ever changing form. I can be tossed in tempest grey as storm banks roll across me. I can be shining silver as the afternoon sun slides to my horizon, and later we conspire to build a golden pathway at day's end. I can be azure blue and teal green, slumbering contentedly in the day's heat. I shape the sands, and each grain, into different patterns. I am soothing to the soul whether my waves break gently or thunder to the surf. I can be choppy, and display that seething unrest. I can be dangerous and break upon you with a force more powerful than you imagine. I reflect the heavens above. Even my dull green days can be awesome. But when I am true blue I am so alluring and inviting that I entice to plunge beneath my sleek coolness. Few can explore my depths, most prefer the shallow aspects because they feel more secure. And rare are those who have seen me sparkle at night with the abundant luminous life within me.
When I am calm come close, look at me, and just maybe you will see yourself.
The comment.. is loved the incongruity of her encouraging you to zip up. Your love of the beach, and yielding grief, and your cherished visions of glory are all powerfilled. Even inspiring. In a way you zipped down to reveal what is treasured and sacred.
The following are a few impressions I was thinking of prior to your poem. I will write it in prose, because to force it into a rhyme or metre requires too much thought and I haven't pieced my jigsaw together.
Please feel free to comment on my poem.
Oceanside View
I still love to watch the sunsets.
I would stand against the wind,
Defiant of it demands
And withstanding the powerful gusts it dared to blow
at me.
Its chilling whipsers tingle pass my ears
Encouraging me to zip up my cardigan.
Yes, that pink one with the softest lambs wool.
She gave that to me on my birthday, you know.
She used to love holing me when I wore that cardigan.
I was warm and soft in her arms.
Just like the sand, warm and soft against my bare
feet,
With only my painted toes peeking out above the sand
As if they were playing hide and seek with the waves.
I have always loved the beach.
She and I used to come here everyday,
Before she had to go home and make dinner.
She'd let me feed the seagulls.
And she'd let me roll in the sand
That's still holding the warmth of the sun's heat.
But she can no longer come with me to the beach,
No longer watch the sea swallow what is left of the
setting sun,
No longer hear the seagulls crying to each other,
No longer taste the salty seawater on her tongue.
But I still love to watch the sunsets.
I have always loved the beach.
She taught me to love her by loving the sunsets.
And I do.
Certainly.
Jaisini:
If that is the picture being described (link at the bottom of yer post), then . . . Oh my fuckin' God! LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL I was expecting something all posh and what not, yah? =D
to write subjectively means to write purely from your point of view -- to write objectively means to step back and attempt to take in all points of view. as far as how to do it.... think about what it means and it should explain itself
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i wish you were here, right here with me, wish i could see u,wish i could touch u, feel u, the scent of u lingers in my life, since you have gone i have faded away, the spring in my life has turned into autumn, i spend my days alone, theres no one to make me laugh, i miss the funny fights we used to have, and i miss ur hugs and ur smiles ,and although i said that i dont like it when u tease me,i also miss that, u are the love of my life and ill always love u no matter what please come back soon darling i miss u alot
Feelings
This is how i feel I want to be close to you and be in your arms i need to hear your voice in my ears and I need to feel your lips on my lips. This is were my heart belongs it belongs to you and only you I feel like crying inside and out but it's won't come out. Its like a wall in my face that won't let me move I am only one person the person that needs you. We need to make this work out for me and for you I know you have feelings to but I go beyond I need to write you this poem. So you will see how I feel. Lets go and make this work out for me and for you I need you and you need me so let's get together and we can play together so we can live happliy ever after.
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Beautiful things are quite horrible when you don't have them.
every new blessing we find ends up being a curse at times.
playing makes us bored.
cooking makes us hungry.
love makes us lonely.
without knowledge of the want it does not exist.
perhaps.
never tell someone what they're missing.
THE PAIN
Pain is not a feeling
But a state of mind
Where your soul
Enjoys the real joy
Pain seems unbearable
But in it lies
The soft touch of comfort
Where your eyes neither
Shed tears of grief or Joy
Pain seems curseful
Put in it is hidden
A beautiful world of stillness
Where your heart
Answer same to love and hatred
Friend
Pain is the one, which is with you
While you are moulded
In the silent woomb
Escorted you
When you visited this world
And accompany you
In your life’s journey
And disappears with you
When you depart this world
darshinihemanth
november 29, 2001
here is a clue to what our life means
our hopes and our fantasies,beliefs and dreams.
we are hoping for something but what we dont know, its just a kind of feeling we had a long time ago.
we fantasize about the things that we love the best,
and while our fantasies overtake us we forget all the rest.
our beliefs all seem different but really are the same
because we have to believe in something and we start with our name
our dreams are what control us wether awake or asleep
and we dream we are humans with hands legs and feet
ANGEL: Trinity Flame * * *
“Your understanding has utterly failed regarding this world, and do you think you can comprehend the way of the
Most High? I have been sent to show you three ways, and to put before you three problems. If you can solve one of them for me, I also will show you the way you desire to see, and will teach you why the heart is evil. Go weigh for me the weight of fire, or measure for me a measure of wind, or call back for me the day that is past. If I had asked you, “How many dwellings are in the heart of the sea, or how many streams are at the source of the deep, or how many streams are above the firmament, or which are the exits of hell, or which are the entrances of paradise?’ perhaps you would have said to me, ‘I never went down into the deep, nor as yet into hell, neither did I ever ascend into Heaven’. But now I have asked you only about fire and wind and the day, things through which you have passed and without which you cannot exist, and you have given me no answer about them! You cannot understand the things with which you have grown up; how then can your mind comprehend the way of the Most High? And how can one who is already worn out by the corrupt world understand incorruption? … Count up for me those who have not yet come, and gather for me the scattered raindrops, and make the withered flowers bloom again for me, open for me the closed door, and bring forth for me the picture of a voice, and then I will explain to you the travail that you ask to understand. I shall liken my judgment to a circle as the “nature of God” whose center is everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere! What question has “Nothing” for its answer? Where is the center of creation if by comparison it is “Nothing” for an answer? What trap awaits at the center of the earth? Where were you before Wisdom was created? Why does folly equal flesh plus fire? And like the shamrock, why has a candle flame three parts? What’s my name? What’s the nature of my game? Your answers will teach you why the heart is evil. A man asked, “Good, Master, what must I do to live forever?” The Master responded, “Why call me ‘go-od’? Only God is good!” None of those who cry out, “Lord, Lord!” will be saved, but only the one who does the will of God. And since it is not God who speaks to you now, then why ponder the wonder of your blunder to meddle in riddles destined to put asunder the fiddle? Who is like unto God? Angel Uriel.
What is this?
Why am I so weak?
The nameless one....seeks me even now.
Never shall I give in to him.
It is only through this that I shall find the way...or so I tell myself.
Countless times before have I given in...but never again.
Every time I open the doors...I am hurt.
But is it really life if no one ever sees you cry?
Why cry when you can laugh.
Pain, pain, all is pain.
You ramble in your madness.
Like a speared pig I struggle without design.
Indeed.
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I'd also like to say I really liked your piece untitled, it fits somehow.
sometimes
....sometimes get up early in the morning by myself.
....sometimes attend the first class on time.
....sometimes do not fall asleep during the class.
....sometimes have a 30 inch size pizza alone for lunch.
....sometimes meet a cool guy on a blind date.
....sometimes get an A+ in the final-term examination.
....sometimes pick up an one hundred dollar bill on the way home.
....sometimes taste all kinds of ice creams of Baskin Robbins.
....sometimes eat the biggest and sweetest candy bar all day long.
....sometimes drive the longest car in the world by myself.
....sometimes have my sister do my homework and watch cartoon on TV.
....sometimes read really funny comic books on a very large swimming pool.
....sometimes fly to Disney Land on weekends with my family.
....sometimes raise a tiger as my pet at home.
....sometimes have the biggest TV set in the world for a Christmas present by Santa Claus.
Only I wish I could......
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Anyone ever felt life becoming overly chewed tasteless food? Where the only people who seem happy are materialists and nihilists? I wish I'd go down. I'd then hope for what im not contented with. Its strange. I bleed, though I have no wound. I'm sad, though I've not been hurt. I'm sick, and i need you, though hell...i'm sick of you. i wish i'd strangle myself. choke choke choke. God, help me.
Desktop published so far: 1.Dreams, Your Nocturnal Self,2.WICCA,3.Your Divine Powers (White Magic). As adult novels, Hot Bodies, Naked Souls, 2.The Virgin and the Wicked, 3.Eternal Passions.All three are erotic but not pornographic.
Also, "The Other Side of the Fence", romance, present history, politics.
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Reply to Gay Movement: Very interesting I agree with what you said. A bunch of unnatural, diseased degenerates all joining together and shouting "we're gay and we're proud" doesn't make it any what they are any less revolting, unnatural or diseased. Do schizophreniacs all join together and have a parade? No. How about serial killers? No. Why has society embraced the gays and not other elements of society who because of their genetics are deviations from the norm?
Can someone give me the english meaning for the hebrew name Tzipporah?? Thanks!!
Nicole...you're welcome!
Hey Carlan-
Just wanted to give a quick thank you...You probably don't realize it, but that helps....alot.
-Nicole
Nicole…I am not a writer but I am interested in what you are trying to write: a memoir of a very dear friend, and so, I would like to make a suggestion. If you could write the memoir of your friend in words that you would use to say to your friend if she were sitting in front of you, I think you would do just fine. Sometimes, when we attempt to write to a too general of an audience about a subject that is very dear to us we somehow cannot express ourselves in just quite the right words that we would wish. But, when we reduce the size of the audience and make what we write more on a personal scale what we produce is sometimes more to our liking.
A friend of mine recently passed away, and I wanted to write a memoir of her life. I'm not sure if it's because the subject matter is so close to me, but, I am having difficulty writing it....Whatever I put down on paper comes across as sappy and ineffective, not doing her character justice. What do you think is the best way for me to begin the process of writing a moving memoir..
-Nicole
Gay Movement,
It appears to be targeted at reaping at all kind of benefits as a class action. It does not consider it as unnatural or failure of the norm. If the society were to advocate more and more such promiscuous behaviour it will self destruct. With aids and HIV kind of diseases, it appears that the society is heading that way. The financial burdens will become unmanageable despite the technical innovations. The small segment of people that try to shy away from a disciplined life should make these systems self sustatining rather than relying from the sources of the rest of the society. It appears that such groups are trying to muster some political clout. It is unlike the eunch society of India that have found an entertaing solution. Even though being an eunch is by no fault of the person who is one.
India's culture may have such promiscuity recorded in history, and such may be the case with many other cultures also. After all the humanity is evolving for the better and the emphasis of a democratic society should be to make our lives better, not just simply easier or more lax.
I was wondering if someone could tell me how to be subjective when I write?