They have exiled me now from their society and I am pleased, because humanity does not exile except the one whose noble spirit rebels against despotism and oppression. He who does not prefer exile to slavery is not free by any measure of freedom, truth and duty.
Kahlil Gibran in Spirits Rebellious
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God In Exile
Why is God in exile?
Why is He banished from thy midst?
None gives any answer.
God in exile has no regrets,
God in another world is safe,
Nothing shatters His self and pride.
'God is love', they said.
'He is the redeemer', X said.
And God felt humiliated and He fled.
God in His exile is free from dawn to dusk.
He needs no solace of introception there
He is sure to win the battle of nothingness.
God in exile won`t read these lines
Nor will he bless a poet unknown.
God in exile has gone back to His mystery.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Too Long In Exile
Too long in exile
Too long not singing my song
Too long in exile
Too long like a rolling stone
Too long in exile
Too long in exile
Baby those people just aint, just aint your friends
Too long in exile my friend
You can never go home again
Well that isolated feeling
Drives you so close up against the wall
Till you feel like you cant go on
Youve been in the same place for too long
Too long in exile
Baby you can never go back home
Too long in exile
Anyway you want
Oh that isolated feeling
Drives you up against, up against the wall
cos youve been on the mainland baby
Been on the mainland, cominon strong
Too long in exile
Too long people keep hanging on
Too long in exile
Too long like a rolling stone
And the wheeling and the dealing
All takes up too much time
Check your better self baby
Youd better satisfy, satisfy your mind
Too long in exile
Too long youve been grinding at the mill
Too long in exile
Man, Ive really just had my fill
Too long in exile
You can never go back home again
Too long in exile
Youre about to drive me just insane
Too long in exile, been too long in exile
Just like james joyce, baby
Too long in exile
Just like samuel beckett baby
Too long in exile
Just like oscar wilde
Too long in exile
Just like george best, baby
Too long in exile
Just like alex higgins, baby
Too long in exile
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Surrender to be Free
I used to spend my youth
trying to imitate all the rebels
running about
shooting off my mouth
pretending to be free
proudly flexing my
animal individuality
unlike all the rest
just like
all the rebels
used to enter battle
wielding ego-sword
hiding behind
self important shields
providing scant protection
aimless years I spent displaced
wandering in exile with all the rebels
now I lay down at night
praying for my
soul's surrender
pledging my will to conform
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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The Freedom Of The Soul
Am I not supposed to be singing emancipation?
Am I not supposed to be dancing in elation?
Am I not supposed to be jumping in rejuvenation?
How can I sing when my heart is bleeding?
It is not the wounds of yesterday
It is not the wounds of the past
It is the wounds of today
My heart is bleeding
As they sing free at last
As they jump in emancipation
As they sigh a sigh of relief
But my heart is bleeding
For they sing freedom when they are not free
How is freedom freedom if your soul is in bounds?
How is freedom freedom if your spirit is still in chains?
The freedom of the soul is greater than the freedom of the flesh
We have not been freed from the oppression of sin
The inward oppression is worse than the outward oppression
We are oppressed by sin and depressed by its consequences
Unless a man repents from sin he shall remain inbounds!
poem by Philani Zincume
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Freedom is Anarchy
Feeling free in full freedom
A quest yet accomplished.
Thinking of the locus and milieu
One, just caring but for himself
The next man a friend without ‘r’
Selfishness as a form of Government
Crudity and rudeness as parastatals
Love, a law against the land
Commitment, crime punishable by death
Patriots, sure candidates for exile.
Free full fledged freedom
How possible for people to practice?
Discerning, doing-destroying at will
For discretion is freedom?
Ultimate freedom allows at least one control
Something controls something
Unlimited freedom is facile.
poem by Kctony Xtopher Nkwocha
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My exile was not only a physical one, motivated exclusively by political reasons; it was also a moral, social, ideological and sexual exile.
quote by Juan Goytisolo
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The unequal soul
Mother is the sole forgiving soul.
While she is alive, see she’s not in exile.
Else, you have to repent it for ever
And your exile in turn will be its reward.
28.04.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Well, I write in exile because I cannot return to my country, so I have no choice but to see myself as an exiled writer.
quote by Guillermo Cabrera Infante
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Return of the exiles for M'lady Lucianne
At last the dragon race is free
from the long exile they have served.
A very heavy penalty imposed
although it was not deserved.
Found guilty although innocent.
They had no choice but to obey
and so began their banishment.
Reluctantly they made their way.
To a far distant galaxy
where they were forced to make their home.
The Dragons waited patiently
they knew in time the call would come.
They have returned triumphantly.
Their unjust exile at an end
back to their home world eagerly.
Where they are needed to defend
the human race from anarchy
They reassume their ancient role,
as guardians of humanity
and once again they will patrol.
The skies of earth vigilantly
and will restore the old values.
Neglected by the humanity
allowed to fall into disuse.
All will be treated equally
and peace will reign on earth once more.
Now that the dragon race is free
These benign guardians of the law.
All will accept this gratefully.
The gentle and the innocent.
But some will tremble fearfully
afraid of well earned punishment.
Today I saw the dragons fly.
A sight I never thought to see
in graceful arcs across the sky.
To guard and guide humanity.
13-Aug-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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An honourable exile
It is great tragedy if you have to leave the country
You may be charged with sedition or staging mutiny
You might be termed as terrorist or person non-grata
Your photos are displayed to main entry points with bio-data
In all such sense you are debarred from entering
There may be high alerts for your cornering
The state is afraid of unrest in all parts of the states
You might be gunned down even at the gates
In cases of out laws, it is welcome step and desired
The ban against economic offenders is also admired
There is red corner notice to nab them from wherever they are
There hide out is made known even if they fled away very far
These are compulsory exile steps meant at avoiding the sabotage
The divisive forces may come out in open and take advantage
Some of the criminals are also debarred from one state to another and expelled
Their design to wreck the law and order situation is stubbornly repelled
The person who is involving against the state is expelled from the country
His presence in state is considered as threat to national boundary
He is immediate threat to national security and territorial integrity
They have been sent away to other countries who offer them their nationality
When countries were under slavery, the freedom fighters were waging war
They were handcuffed and put in jails or send to exile
They had no other option but to fight for freedom for a while
They had all the miseries and tortures devoid of smile
For them exile meant a safe refuge to raise the banner
It was help from host country to fight still further
They are considered exiles but prevented from any armed struggle
They have to confine to the policies and not to create any trouble
It is not bed of roses for them but still a comfortable zone
They may be undesirable and unwanted but still very prone
Nobody appreciates their presence on their soil
The locals attack on them but many times foiled
History speaks for itself for such freedom fighters
So may people support those including writers?
It is struggle for countrymen who are under foreign domain
If whole hearted support is not given to them then their struggle will go in vain
How many could escape before going into exile?
Many fall victims to state torture and killed
Lucky most survived and preferred an exile
The country may get freedom bringing back honor and smile
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Pursuing employment or climatic relief, we live in voluntary exile from our extended families and our longer past, but in an involuntary exile from ourselves and our own past.
quote by John Thorn
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My Time In Exile
Used to worry for each other
No ones bothered like before
We sleep with each others friends
Sneak around, fall apart
And come back for more
We sit around drinking tables
Stabalized and keeping score
But my mind is somewhere out the door
Oh, we have grown
Maybe I've overstayed a while
In my time in exile
Oh, time has flown
And the only thing I've learned
I want a life now of my own
We go to clubs
The songs are old
The evening's blown
We go our ways
And take taxi's home
We talk of sunday outings
And medicate to fight the doubting
But we know
We'll always be
Alone
We have grown
I've overstayed a while
In my time in exile
Oh, time has flown
And the only thing I've learned
I want a life now of my own
Of my own
Well that's my years spent in exile
Second guessed and dressed up in tatters
My birth feet didn't take this path
And I'm still looking for a life that matters
More than chit-chat we listen to the streets
We're all dead beats
And these old habbits are starting to show through
Sorry I didn't get to know you
Oh, time has slown
I've overstayed a while
In my time in exile
Oh, well we have grown
The one thing that I've learned
I want a life now of my own
Bye bye
To the friends I've known
In my time in exile
song performed by by Third Eye Blind
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As a result of the historic catastrophe in which Titus of Rome destroyed Jerusalem and Israel was exiled from its land, I was born in one of the cities of the Exile.
quote by Shmuel Y. Agnon
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Exile
life in exile
drudgery reluctant
flashes of light
hunger for!
up keep, all it is
try as may
tis, life in exile
We Are Not Cattle!
they destroyed the Native Americans,
killed, raped, converted them
to slavery with a sword....
and built freedom on this premise...
on the backs of African-American slaves,
and immigrants that fled oppression....
now the actions of the past
are demanding their price!
and the battle again
will be fierce and harsh!
freedom isnt built on oppression!
they'll be no more herding,
we are not cattle!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Emotional Subjection
There is no tyrant quite like feeling.
A bondage that cannot be released.
All we do will forever succumb to it.
Your suffering means that you're human.
Your mind is a warfield.
And your heart is the opposition.
No solution can truly be found.
Forever at war with yourself.
You will obey.
You will cry for it.
You will fall to your knees for it.
You will be numbed by it.
You will be reminded of it.
It cannot be neglected much longer.
Slavery is freedom.
Slavery is freedom.
Slavery is freedom.
Slavery is freedom.
You will obey.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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La grâce exilée
Va-t-en va-t'en mon arc-en-ciel
Allez-vous-en couleurs charmantes
Cet exil t'est essentiel
Infante aux écharpes changeantes
Et l'arc-en-ciel est exilé
Puisqu'on exile qui l'irise
Mais un drapeau s'est envolé
Prendre ta place au vent de bise
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Home from Exile
Welcome home from exile
A note I wrote in exile
I cant read anymore
I dont even want to think
Of it anymore
Those were my trying days
I try to make up for my lost days
I strived to get to the top
Yet I kept slipping down
People kept trying to bring me down
But I kept fighting to the top.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Stanzas
Up go the beautiful and world-watch'd stars,
Lifting the glory of America,
'Mong the red flags which gleam through masts
and spars
Crowded in gay magnificence, to-day,
Where three score years ago, none found their way,
Of all the ships which left old England's shore:
Up goes the starry flag, on waves which lay
In undiscover'd solitude, when o'er
America those stars first glanc'd from fields of gore!
In friendly beauty floats that free-fix'd flag
'Gainst England's glowing ensign! I could dream
Of times, when the wild bush, each uncouth crag,
And precipice, beside this haven-stream,
Shall yield to one vast city; and the gleam
Of new-born banners shall illumine it;
And these alike be foreign in the beam
Of Australasia's morning. Heaven admit
One patriot spirit here, and Freedom's fires are lit!
Not ever shall the exile's toil be all
To bring the harvest of this infant land;
The children of the buried exile shall
Behold a mother's beauty, in the bland
Aspect of Nature, on their native strand:
And Freedom then shall choose a dwelling here.
Oh! Happy epoch, when the 'great and grand,'
The memory of whose deeds mankind revere,
Number a Washington, from the world's Austral sphere.
poem by Sir Henry Parkes
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