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Showing posts with label Persuasion and Social Influence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Persuasion and Social Influence. Show all posts

Sunday, 25 September 2011

Secret Society



I am moved, so move over  
Roll over, step aside and watch 
How it is done, how it is to be done 


Show your badge for entry 
In secret societies, secret handshakes  
Recite, the secret phrase for passage 


We done did it before, emancipation 
Once upon a time in stories we hold  
So this is just repetitive, like face wash 


Every morning, done on instinct  
And when we done with the roads  
That elevate, like help books, we make our own  


On the thought of mind control , awaking 
Road maps, passage through forest
Of non explored, realisation done with a stride


Observers perplexed, like watching a man levitate
While stood shocked, mesmerised, with no utter 
We run on water 75%, walk on air with breath 


And we've got that, passwords, secret handshakes  
Unlock secret gates with secrets codes
And find realisation, like awakening from coma


But you are not to be forgiven
To be caught out by the storm, in the storm
And stretch out for sympathy


Even kids don't do that any more
And we grown men, women 
So behave, simply put 


The wise speak in proverbs 
To sieve out the likes in mind
On the same wave length, minded 


Its like speaking in a foreign language
For the man, who knows no different
From being spoon fed


So this is the secret society
Codes of common sense to be applied
Waves in length, wave length of the mind
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Friday, 6 August 2010

Dead Presidents "Free Verse"




Dead presidents, residents, decedents..
Stands in line, laid in possession,..
Wrapped, draped in colors, ..
Six feet under with last rites, courtesy  
And so I don't speak bad of the dead president..



Dead presidents tombstones, I stand on,..
Aware of, where I use to stand, in corners narrow,..
Where, rain gushed, on my forehead, reminiscing..
Battles fought, to make it rain success..


Back then, them days, back when..
When we were young, dead, broke and looking up,..
Dead presidents held cards, in A's..
Refused to show them, share them, selfish..


Relished the zeal, power brought in, intoxication.. 
Made one, whole lot of  noise loud, in show off..
Of smoking screen; like see me, watch me, he-who..
Taunting with the little, that placed them above us..


But we were just starting, setting, ready, steady..
Had more gas left in tanks, the rest is..
We were just sparking on fumes, to start with,..
A little jog, that was, before race date, in bolts ..
Gun shots, on start lines, we gone..


Now they all done, gone now, gone and done now..
Dead and gone in limelight, burnt out 
Left with shadows of what was before, men..
Still talking about, yesterday's reign..


Yesteryear's fame and fortune ...
In past glory, past life, past stand..
Egyptian mummies, dead presidents..


Note; dead presidents tombstones..
I stand on, my stage set,..
This is just, before the storms...
In verses, rest is, I rest my case, in cases..


To say you knew me, before me, ..
Dead presidents please, before flight 
To hold me down, on stands, of the previous 
In incidents, instances gone before..


Setting precedents, in residents on struggle's path..
So you knew me, yea you knew me ..
When arrested developments was tied down..
Like chains on slaves, lions restrained  


Dead president's, tombstone I stand on ..
For he knew me, before reign..
I am in well placed positions to jet off, sky high..
He-who,  now he watches me fly by..
And says he knew me..

Sunday, 11 July 2010

In Choices Made

Count the acts, in confused deeds..
And to a thousand, be the first count..
To the man, who said I am confused..

Turned around, looked deep in the eyes..
Of another, and said this after; ..
"And that in it self is under rated"..

Very, very much under rated ..
In spelling bee...this for these..
With yet undefined concepts
Be this, that it may be..
In riddles of, what came first..
If to say with all options laid bare..

In transparency look ..
Then I did call it a choice..
Still made on guess, but educated as that..

And not a gamble of jesters pride..
By jester's jump on strings..
Without a safety net...

Count the acts, in confused deeds..

And to a thousand, be the first count..
To the man who said, I am confused..
To all men, same thing be..
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