J-11- don't know much about feminism but.. feminism is a guy thing-->>>>>more men talk about it than women feminism is the radical notion that women are people-->>>>>that ain't feminism, that's rocket science! feminism is not a dirty word-->>>>>then u haven't heard a man say it feminism is a dirty word-->>>>>then u've heard a man say it feminism is screwing men-->>>>>so y r the men complaining? Here's the Googlism for rez rez is very different rez is obviously made by the one and only rez is very simple rez is good rez is weird rez is pretty simple when it comes to mechanics rez is a textbook example of something that is more than the sum of it's parts rez is an endorphin machine that releases the essence of trance through futuristic sound and visuals rez is a tricky subject rez is an experience rez is very easy to grasp Big Brother is watching.

Googlism for nin The best were... nin is a pile of sh*t nin is rather blunt with meaning nin is a fictional work grounded in some very interesting and thorough research into feminist literary theory and the work of long nin is a very important member of the crew as he keeps the mice population down and makes the facilities feel like home nin is the best nin is dan ook een erg geëngageerd mens en heeft een groot hart voor de minderbedeelde kinderen in deze wereld nin is the ultimate tribute to any ******* person with half a brain on the planet nin is a temporary passport to 30s berlin nin is situated in a lagoon of the nin bay nin is suggested when we find blind submission to authority nin is a kind and gentle melcey nin is very much like listening to a well nin is good nin is rage against the machine nin is known for her own volumes of erotica nin is a were wolf nin is blithely honest about her profound dishonesty nin is announcing that she has "finally" become a " valuable animal" in the world of nin is faanshey wa ri´is nuugtay I won't ask where u found this googlism palava, J-11..very funny rez..

LOL. Scare 'em off? :confused: ..do continue..

I wasn't using the 'saying' u refer to. It doesn't matter what a 'saying' says anyway- there's a saying to justify everything. I was referring to people as fruits metaphorically. Human beings have the ability to choose whether they get rotten by close contact with those with destructive habits. The choice to avoid,influence or keep in check the rogue element amongst us. A small, corrupt minority will not make the majority corrupt. But it is the duty of the majority to be vigilant and keep immoral disease from spreading.

There's me talking about misrepresentation and attributing the quote to the Daily Mail when it came form the Evening Standard! Same difference?My mistake. A few bad apples will not rot the whole community. But we must be vigilant. Community responsibility comes from individual responsibility.

The story made the front page of yesterday's Daily Mail aka Daily Trash. The guy has been convicted but not yet sentenced. How long is long enough? A man in his mid-30s, married with kids, spreading HIV willy-nilly(pardon the pun). Akh. Makes u sick. Can u imagine what his wife(ex-wife surely?) has been going through? And his children..doesn't bare thinking about. He told the women he was a lawyer/company director and could speak 10 languages. He actively encouraged one woman to start a family with him. And the whole time he knew he was HIV +; he'd known since 1995. Disgusting. Still, the media can't resist mention of 'refugee' and 'Somalian'. Like that's relevant. Like there's a specific strain of the HIV virus that's spread by Somali refugees. Page 3 was titled: "Victim speaks out after Somalian is convicted of infecting her with HIV". The guy's safer in jail. Plenty who know him will want his blood(on second thoughts..). Jail won't be so bad by comparison. He can practise his 10 languages with the minorites that disproportionately fill the jails. Also, he'll be one of the few inmates who won't have to worry about jail rape. His final judgement is with Allah. As is all of ours. It might give him time to reflect. The British tabloids are the world's worst. Dirt and misinformation and s**t-stirring is their calling. I've found articles on Somalis within their pages before. You would think we were vermin infesting whole neighbourhoods, the way they tell it. Either way, nobody ever speaks up. What do the representatives of the many "Community Centres" do about our misrepresentation in the media? Somalis are a sharp-mouthed people. Isn't ours a verbal culture? Doesn't history, legend, hate and love get passed via word of mouth? How hard is it for someone who represents us to speak out? When the media comes knocking to follow up a story, do community centres lock their bl**dy doors? Individually, there is much we can do. When a story breaks, we can write to newspaper editors, contribute to forums on news sites and call talk radio stations. The media is talk-talk-talking about us and we're belly-aching and simpering. I've had it. The next time I come across something, inshallah, I will act. When the issues get highlighted on these forums, we should come up with practical ways to get our voice heard- petitions, emails, demonstartions if need be. Ain't no use talking amongst ourselves. Down right schizophrenic. Here's to a more pro-active community..God bless us.

she is 8 curvy, sensuous, contained cool and smart, she has it figured that's how it seems but consider her 2 holes: in one her thoughts run round in infinite clock-wise loop in the other her soul churns with anti-clockwise dispute mostly she maintains control she is curving lines making 2 holes yet now and then she is 2 holes making curving lines holes that throb and push against flimsy outlines it is then that she probes of her nearest: '9', she asks, 'how can you be content with being an upside down 6?' 6 sniggers at 9.'Wait', says 8 'u could have been a 9, in a double perpendicular universe' at times, 10 listens in perfect, boring 10 10 who rides on the back of pele and maradona, and sets the score on boards the label for what all should adore endless, she dreams of dreams.. ..of dreams of.. she is 8 her lines meet and cross and meet again in her beginning is her end it is difficult for her to contain infinite possibilities in her finite shape but she must or her holes will stretch and distend until they rupture and she becomes one hole, one whole zero. rez

Addictive alright. Never thought I'd find a vaccum so fascinating.

I'm thinking.. ..how long will it take the Ibuprofen to kick in and numb my swollen glands? ..it's nearly 2am, and I have already been to bed and given up on sleep- fever and hunger r not conducive to a good night's sleep ..no way am I making it to work in this state ..and.. what a shame I have to interrupt my eventual sleep just to call in sick... :rolleyes: ..ha-ha-chsh..

let her see u with the sounds u introduce make her hear u with the words u produce it'll get her attention which won't deviate to those u can't and the rest who won't tell it like it is, uncensored and raw so pass her a scrap of paper folded in 4 around your thoughts, your heart- your rhythm and halt her at your door. good luck rez

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I enjoyed it. Rez

Originally posted by miz-unique: ..am all for affirmative action because the white dont know the difference And if they did? If the whites knew the difference between a Cushite and a Negro, what then? You wouldn't qualify for AA as a Somali? Cause you wouldn't need it if they REALLY knew how different u were from the rest? It's OK to be classified with them just this once cause it suits us? Affirmative action is about bridging gaps and emphasising the similarities. What one man can do, another can do too. We r not different species, miz-unique. We r one species. Cultural differences do not justify inequality. MaLikah, I don't know how well AA works in reality but there is atleast a pretence at equality in the US. Maybe when it works, it works really well and when it fails it does so spectacularly. I don't know- never had the experience. Others may let u know. As for California, now that it is in the hands of a woman-groping, Hitler-loving (allegedly) Terminator, the future is looking not so affirmative. Prepare for some True Lies.

J-11, I'm never bored when I'm master of my own time. When I'm at work, my time is somebody else's, so if I get bored it emphasises the LOSS of time. I could be doing something far more productive there or elsewhere but I am not. There is little else to do when u're chained to a desk but let the mind drift. And I'm not always floating in a pool- I save that for extra special days . Mostly, I plan for a more authentic life, the concrete stuff, changing my life and not escaping it. I do bump into people who try and curb my enthusiasm for change, and who try and wipe the smile off my face. My smile disappears for some minutes. But it returns to haunt them. Their loss. While they r trying to make me miserable(they won't succeed), they don't realise they already are. When I was kid, I referred to myself as a procrastinator(big word for a small kid) when I didn't get something done. Now I'm not so careful with my words. When I don't get a task done, I give myself a good talking to, colourful words a-plenty. The more time we have in the world, the less we have left.....

No skirt on.. I'm already outside, almost at the end of my road when a two-year old paranoia returns. Have I got my skirt on? I glance down. Check. Phew. Lately, I've extended the check to an all body one. I'm not proud of it. I can't imagine how I look to those that see me. I won't fool myself into thinking I do it surreptitiously enough . I want to rid myself of this paranoia but it is an indication of probing matters.. Like boredom, work, time, great voids in souls and great souls in voids. Like figuring out a way to be in two places at once- floating out of my body, skirt and all, and drifting onto a warm pool of water, enclosed by forest humming with bird song. I've managed to get as far as that in mind alone. I've come tantalisingly close at times, reached a heightened relaxed state, forgotten my physical condition, well on the way to another dimension when.. Somebody calls my name. Darn it. Foiled again. Don't they know what’s at stake here? I feel alive. I have come to have a very sensitive state of consciousness. I look around at strangers and wonder if they have the same burning questions, yearnings for answers. Oh, not the meaning of life, why r we here etc. - isn't the answer for those to worship Allah? I'm talking about the everyday reality of societal expectation, definition of success, the norm, fitting in. Do others accept it all with a shrug and sigh,"C'est la vie" or does their soul reject some of it? Do they have the courage to go against the grain? Or do they follow the herd, head down, aiming to reach the front of the herd one day. When u know something's not right for u, how fair is it to your internal condition to continue with it? Habit and fear force us to accept and sigh. The will of God cannot be changed but the will of man is weak. And until then I will sit at my desk each morning and wonder how I got there. I will have no clear memory of that day's journey and yet I must have taken it. How else would I have gotten there? I'd hate for that to be a metaphor for my life. Nothing will change until I change. Simple but true. My early morning self-search is a reminder that something has to give or I will lose.

short and silly Perfect. Here's what Pablo Neruda had to say on poetry. Poetry And it was at that age ... Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know, I don't know where it came from, from winter or a river. I don't know how or when, no they were not voices, they were not words, nor silence, but from a street I was summoned, from the branches of night, abruptly from the others, among violent fires or returning alone, there I was without a face and it touched me. I did not know what to say, my mouth had no way with names, my eyes were blind, and something started in my soul, fever or forgotten wings, and I made my own way, deciphering that fire, and I wrote the first faint line, faint, without substance, pure nonsense, pure wisdom of someone who knows nothing, and suddenly I saw the heavens unfastened and open, planets, palpitating plantations, shadow perforated, riddled with arrows, fire and flowers, the winding night, the universe. And I, infinitesimal being, drunk with the great starry void, likeness, image of mystery, felt myself a pure part of the abyss, I wheeled with the stars, my heart broke loose on the wind.

I think I made it clear that yr advice on poetry was not BS. I was trying to point out yr contradiction with a lil humour. Here's a little more humour, courtesy of Spike Milligan, entitled, A Silly Poem: Said Hamlet to Ophelia, I'll draw a sketch of thee, What kind of pencil shall I use? 2B or not 2B? Resonance

Originally posted by DeadlyVision: B.S I heard poetry was a form of expression, from mind to page. With mine I rage, poetry is unheard of if not paid "the attention", if not spoken proper its just another bla'. Poetry is meant to differ you from the rest, uniquely put you on your own set; yet corresponding with all that read yours. In terms of metaphore, I he we he she & they all become one in terms of expressing from feeling and experience. I once heard (Nothing comes if not yelped for, and nothing goes if not asked away) in my mind.lol ... Easy motion with this teaching of poetry, its B.S. Just write how you feel does not have to rhyme all the time....More of expressing and addressing than impressing...feel the flow as it go~>there. ~1~ PME 4GotDaNick DeadlyVision, if teaching poetry is BS, your advice is the biggest load of Bee-Es.......You just gave a clear,concise lesson in the art of poetry. That was an Introduction to Poetry 101. Room BS. When's the next class, teach.?

I heard a writer once say something along the lines of, 'If u've read it ONCE before, it's a cliche'. Might sound extreme but I agree. Most of us don't have anything new to say, only the hope of discovering new ways to express our feelings. U're right, poetry is feeling. The words are a response to experience not just a narrative of events alone. So if poetry is shaped around feeling and each feeling is unique to each individual(no two people will react the same way to the same experience), shouldn't the words that describe them be unique as a result? They should be but the brain is lazy(if allowed) and it tends to provide cliches first. But u can't use old words and ways to describe unique feelings. That would be unjust. So a poet must struggle sometimes...