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19 July 2005 @ 08:45 am
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18 July 2005 @ 09:00 am
Tiffany Dionne Campbell's

Who are you?

Who are you to tell me, when to speak or be quiet?
Who are you to insist that I starve myself and dye it?

Who are you to say that I am not good enough?
Who are you to think that my struggle is not rough?

Who are you to persecute me for not meeting your standards?
Who are you to label, stereotype and brand me?

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17 July 2005 @ 08:59 am
Nikki Giovanni's


poetry is motion graceful
as a fawn
gentle as a teardrop
strong like the eye
finding peace in a crowded room
we poets tend to think
our words are golden
though emotion speaks too
loudly to be defined
by silence
sometimes after midnight or just before
the dawn
we sit typewriter in hand
pulling loneliness around us
forgetting our lovers or children
who are sleeping
ignoring the weary wariness
of our own logic
to compsoe a poem
no one understands it
it never says "love me" for poets are
beyond love
it never says "accept me" for poems seke not
acceptance but controversy
it only says "i am" and therefore
i concede that you are too
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16 July 2005 @ 08:54 am
Maya Angelou's


You declare you see me dimly
through a glass which will not shine,
though I stand before you boldly,
trim in rank and making time.

You do own to hear me faintly
as a whisper out of range,
while my drums beat out the message
and the rhythms never change.

Equality, and I will be free.
Equality, and I will be free.

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15 July 2005 @ 12:03 pm
T.S. Eliot's:

Little Gidding

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, remembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half heard, in the stillness
Between the two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always--
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of things shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.
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15 July 2005 @ 09:18 am
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Did you know that mercury is a possible trigger for autism? There are studies on this being currently done? If mercury is being spread to the Arctic through sea birds does this mean that more people in that area will be more likely to suffer from autism? Although they are already at risk just from eating so much fish (which has mercury in it)...

Some facts about autism:

-Usually only happens to children up to age 8
-If it happens late enough in the child's life they can quite possibly grow to overcome some of the problems that it causes
-Autism is not genetic
-Autism is caused by the movement of neurons in the brain during development which changes the pathways of neurons that are important in social interaction and etc.
14 July 2005 @ 04:09 pm
If any of you have heard about the frogs that were exploding a while back in Germany and still don't know what caused them to explode you should read this: Click Here

Really, it's kind of funny in a mean, horrible sort of way...
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14 July 2005 @ 03:27 pm
W. H. Auden's:

As I Walked Out One Evening

As I walked out one evening,
Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
"Love has no ending.
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13 July 2005 @ 08:16 pm
Robert Frost's:

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.


This is my absolute favorite poem of all times! And my first poem of my daily poems.
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