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Empty Hands
He rode in town on a white horse
With nothing in his hands
He came to gather his people
And take them to their promised land
When he came he knew there would be bloodshed
But still no violence made his plans
He came to fight in a battle
With no guns or money
But with his empty hands
With his empty hands
With his empty hands
With his empty hands
They said hey boy what you lookin'at
As they eyed his dreaded mane
He said my father has sent me
I've come back to reclaim
The children whose hearts
Were so whole and pure
Now it's you who'll die in pain
So they lynched the man
Who fooled the word
And all the children gathered
In his empty hands
In his empty hands
The children ..... empty hands
In his empty hands
With his empty hands
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from Let Love Rule
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Walking With The Lover...
walking with the Lover...
i see empty fields plowed,
come alive with crops abundant.
empty factory buildings filled
with the ghosts of hard working lives.
empty houses lit up,
and the sounds of families.
empty hands given cups and bowls,
empty hearts held close!
empty words given meaning,
empty promises fulfilled.
walking with the Lover...
touching the plenty of empty!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Dreamed.... (Hands)
i dreamed last night...
and all i could see were hands.
sometimes hard and calloused,
sometimes soft and feminine.
skilled hands, laborer's hands,
loving hands, nurturing hands....
fingers digging in the dirt,
fingers holding a pen.
fingers playing a piano,
fingers unbuttoning blouses.
hands extended, hands gripping the rope,
hands holding the shovel,
hands covered with resin.
hands folded in prayer,
hands balled into fists.
hands stuffed in empty pockets.
hands that define both history,
and destiny!
hands scarred and bruised,
hands covered with age spots.
hands that speak many languages.
hands that know mistakes, and failures.
hands that built fires,
hands that put fires out!
hands that wiped away tears,
that picked up trash,
and revealed souls....
whose hands?
my hands, your hands?
god's hands?
does it really matter?
hands engaged and involved,
in the very act of living!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Our Hands
My hands once warm,
And clothed in yours,
my hands once full,
and held in yours.
Empty hands,
Cold hands,
my hands have lost their,
Partner as you once were for me,
Your hands at once rough,
and soft,
Always gentle when in mine,
our hands would meet to fill the cold,
My hands now empty cover tears,
my hands once warm now with
a freezing touch,
your hands are gone,
the warmth they held has left,
these hands of mine.
poem by Rebecca Adams
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Our Cupid
Beautiful faces
All around the place
Sweet voices
From lovely persons
But what are they to me
While deep in me
I need a face and voice
Some are in company
Some are lonely
Some hate the company
Some jealous of the lonely
Do you long for hawks? Yes, hawks!
Lonely in thought for hawks
Better be lonely
Than be ripped apart
Sucked like orange
And dumped as garbage
One day will be your strike from the cupid
poem by Izuoma Ibe
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Chasing The Dream
He was chasing the dream.
Walking all over the dreams of another.
He deserved it though.
So hard done by.
The victim makes his victims.
The price, not his to pay.
Finally, he reaches his goal.
Or so, it only seems.
He has made it to the top.
Yet, alone he stands.
Staring down, on the dreams of others he destroyed.
His dream, becomes his nightmare.
From the top he falls.
No one there to catch him,
Until the bottom he hits.
He reflects, and his reflection that once he adored,
He is now repulsed by.
All he chased, has now disappeared.
All that remains is him. Alone.
He rebuilds.
He rebuilds the dreams he once destroyed.
Harder work, yet with endless reward.
As others reach the top,
He is now there to catch others as they fall.
Once on his own pedestal, now creating one for others.
So on another's pedestal he sits.
Many hands to catch him if he falls.
Once empty, seeking power from others and in the dark,
Now full, empowered, and a vision of light.
He has found the dream.
It was chasing him the whole time.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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I Am Yours
When all my hopes and dreams
Have been betrayed
I stand before you
My hands are empty
I am yours
If you are mine
When I fall and stumble
Flat on my face
When Im shamed and humbled
In disgrace
I am yours
If you are mine
When voices call me
To question my faith
When misperception
Taints my love with hate
I am yours
If you are mine
When time decides
It wont stop for me
When the hawks and vultures
Are circling
I am yours
If you are mine
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Empty Hands!
empty hands
is the essence.
dreams, way of life.
life encompasses death!
empty hands, the way we live
empty hands, the way we die!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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A Race
Thinking on the childish longings,
Makes me laugh and takes again,
To the golden age when I played,
With the boys of the same size and age,
All we often ran and raced,
To see the end of the ball of the Earth,
Or touch the bending horizon,
Too blue, too near, too clear,
And to attain crimson hue of twilight,
Ah! But returned,
Out of breath with empty hands.
When we played in the meadows green,
The wings of the Moon-soon winds,
Did bring on the plains of the Punjab,
Flocks of clouds thick and dark,
Drifted by shepherds with sticks unseen,
That seemed landing upon the pastures,
We ran and raced under or along,
To possess the lowering object in hands,
Ah! But returned,
Out of breath with empty hands.
Oh! My friends I have been convinced,
To the thought that the floating world,
Is made of vapour or condensed clouds,
For in the days of youth, grown up age,
I ran the race with the faster pace,
After the world but could not catch,
And brought me now to the brim of grave,
Ah! But out of breath with empty hands.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Catch Me Now Im Falling
I remember, when you were down
And you needed a helping hand
I came to feed you
But now that I need you
You wont give me a second glance
Now Im calling all citizens from all over the world
This is captain america calling
I bailed you out when you were down on your knees
So will you catch me now Im falling
Help me now Im calling you
Catch me now Im falling
Im in your hands, its up to you
Catch me now Im falling
I remember when you were down
You would always come running to me
I never denied you and I would guide you
Through all of your difficulties
Now Im calling all citizens from all over the world
This is captain america calling
I bailed you out when you were down on your knees
So will you catch me now Im falling
Help me now Im calling you
Catch me now Im falling
Im in your hands, its up to you
Catch me now Im falling
When you were broke you would come to me
And I would always pull you round
Now I call your office on the telephone
And your secretary tells me that shes sorry,
But, youve gone out of town.
This is captain america calling
This is captain america calling
Help me now Im calling you
Catch me now Im falling
Im in your hands, its up to you
Catch me now Im falling
Catch me now Im falling
Catch me now Im falling
Catch me now Im falling
Catch me now Im falling
I stood by you through all of your depressions
And I lifted you when you were down
Now its your chance to do the same for me
I call your office and your secretary tells me
That youve gone out of town
This is captain america calling
This is captain america calling
Catch me now Im falling
Catch me now Im falling
I was the one who always bailed you out
Of your depressions and your difficulties
I never thought that you would let me down
But the next time youre in trouble
Better not come running to me
Now Im calling all citizens from all over the world
This is captain america calling
I bailed you out when you were down on your knees
So will you catch me now Im falling
Catch me now Im falling
Catch me now Im falling
Catch me now Im falling
Catch me now Im falling
Catch me now Im falling
song performed by by Kinks
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The sky is but a tall ship
The sky is but a tall ship;
And the clouds invisible sails-
When I catch that wind,
When I catch that wind.
Storms can push a vessel aground;
And life isn't really the holy grail-
Then you catch that wind,
Then you catch that wind.
Don't worry about the setting sun;
If you lost or if you won-
Just reach your hands up to the sky
Until you've learned the way to fly,
And you'll find, once you catch that wind,
The sea of sky won't ever end.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Start Me Up
Music :matthias jabs, rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine, matthias jabs, james kottak
Im eating nothing much
It makes my motor run
Another winding road
Another place
Without a stop
Without a break
Im back with you
You know I just cant wait.
Damn you slam you, eat me like a menu
Take it brake it, kick it to the ground
Empty hollow, its so hard to swallow
Gotta know whats your size
Start me up, knock me down
As bad as you have been
Youre turning off
Youre waking up
Just lay your hands on me.
Im eating up the hours
It makes my engine run
Never running out of fume
But it might as week
Each single day
It seems too long
To be away from you
Ammo slammo, its gotta go blammo
Lust you bust you, can I ever trust you
Scare you dare you, anyway I want you
Catch you grab you now
Start me up (start me, start me)
Knock me down (knock me, knock me)
As hard as you have been
And every time (time, time)
Id die for you (die for you)
You take a piece of me (of me)
Hard ass lard ass, keep your hands off my stash
Holy stoli gotta have a stogie
Master blaster, buy a jabocaster
Gotta eat your heart out now
Start me up (start me, start me)
Knock me down (knock me, knock me)
As bad as you have been
Youre turning off (turning, turning)
Youre waking up (waking, waking)
? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? .
Start me up (start me, start me)
Knock me down (knock me, knock me)
As hard as you have been
Youre turning off (turning, turning)
Youre waking up (waking, waking)
Just lay your hands on me (on me).
Damn you slam you, eat me like a menu
Take it brake it, kick it to the ground
Empty hollow, its so hard to swallow
Gotta know whats your size
Ammo slammo, its gotta go blammo
Lust you bust you, can I ever trust you
Scare you dare you, anyway I want you
Start me up now
song performed by by Scorpions
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Dream Chasing
When I was little
I would often run
Far and wide
Chasing the horizon,
Where
The dirty brown of earth
Meets
The beautiful blue of sky.
My run,
Never ended
I am still running,
May be,
One day
I will reach
Where
The dirty brown of earth
Meets
The beautiful blue of sky
And let my thumping heart
Rest
A little while.
When I was little
I would often leap
High and hard
To catch the rainbow.
Its seven colors,
So dazzling and bright.
My hands
Are still empty
I am still jumping,
May be
One day
I will touch the rainbow
And color my hands
All the seven colors,
And possibly paint
the canvas of my world
Dazzling and bright.
When I was little
I would often ape
Madly and badly
The whirlwind,
Dancing in fast circles
The fine dance of vigor,
Energy and love.
I have not yet mastered
I am still aping
May be
One day
I might just catch up
Like the whirlwind
Dance in fast circles
The fine dance of vigor,
Energy and love
Celebrating the thing
Called “LIFE”.
poem by Anjali Kakati
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Fallen, Empty, And Broken
fallen soldier
fallen sky
fallen angel
from on high
fallen heartache
fallen soul
fallen man
losing control
empty bed
empty arms
empty dreams
empty heart
empty wallet
empty hands
cant take nothin'
from an empty man
broken promises
broken vows
broken spirit
wont allow
broken fences
broken lives
broken tomorrows
broken nights
fallen, empty, and broken
every road is the same
bent, bruised, and shaken
still numb from the pain
now you dont answer
when i call out your name
fallen, empty, and broken
walking in the rain...
fallen, empty, and broken...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Empty
try looking at my hands
they are empty now
for i have released
what fullness was there
what fist
what clenched hands i had
once they were so
beautiful
in bravery
but
then
there is always a threshold
of courage
suddenly you find hands opening
to the sun
hands without a grip
hands that wave goodbye
to all your friends
hands that
grasp nothing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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