The gunner's mate came up and started breaking the locks on the ammunition. Everything was locked up for fear that someone might go in there with a cigarette or something.
quote by Barney Ross
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A Military Incident
Dawn heralded the coming sun
Fort Douglas was computing
The minutes-and the sunrise gun
Was manned for his saluting.
The gunner at that firearm stood,
The which he slowly loaded,
When, bang!-I know not how it could,
But sure the charge exploded!
Yes, to that veteran's surprise
The gun went off sublimely,
And both his busy arms likewise
Went off with it, untimely.
Then said that gunner to his mate
(He was from Ballyshannon):
'Bedad, the sun's a minute late,
Accardin' to this cannon!'
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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Breaking The Law
There I was completely wasting, out of work and down
All inside its so frustrating as I drift from town to town
Feel as though nobody cares if I live or die
So I might as well begin to put some action in my life
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
So much for the golden future, I cant even start
Ive had every promise broken, theres anger in my heart
You dont know what its like, you dont have a clue
If you did youd find yourselves doing the same thing too
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
You dont know what its like
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Alone Tonight
Here I am
I’m waiting for you
And I got nothing
Left to loose
Take my hand
I need to show
Who I am
And I‘ve got nothing left
To prove
Oooh
Your not gunner be alone
Tonight
And if it feels right
Then we just might, just might
Your not gunner be alone
Tonight
Let’s forget the fights
There you are
Sitting in the dark
Wish I could mend
Your broken heart
You look at the
Stars
And wish you could
Go that far
Away
From this place
Oooh
Your not gunner be alone
Tonight
And if it feels right
Then we just might, just might
Your not gunner be alone
Tonight
Let’s forget the fights
Your not gunna be alone tonight X 2
poem by Ashton Curtis
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Another Try
Another try, I give again, I started shy, my heart started to mend.
It all looked great, but I could tell, something was wrong, as she started leaving her shell.
I was as blind as could be, I had no clue, I did not see, that this experience would be new.
The tension grew, as we fought more, this is something I cannot do, as I showed him the door.
He said no, as I told him get out, things went bad, as he started to shout.
I didn't know, what he would do, I started to show it, as my fear grew.
He knew this, as I walked the other way, then he kissed me, and I let him stay.
He said sorry, I was having a bad day, I forgave him, without delay.
This was a grave mistake, I realize now, he was just a fake, but his anger was real.
Not long after, he started it, I was being abused, as he started to hit.
I was starting to fear, him and his ways, he took away my support, as it started to fade.
I was running out of options, stay or leave, either way, my heart was going to be cleaved.
I was ready to leave, as he came to me, he brought me roses, and I succumbed to see.
That the decision I made, was not the right one, I am afraid, if it is already done.
The choices I made, the things I have done, my heart is breaking, as I am down to one.
So whatever you do, whatever you say, when starting new, watch how quickly it can change your day.
poem by Eric Maffettone
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I'm Sick Of It
I'm sick, sick, sick of cigarette addiction
I'm sick of movies and their dishonest depiction
That smoking is glamorous, sophisticated and cool
When what it really is is something that rules
The cigarette addict from morning to night
And all the hours in between, they can never take flight
From the constant nagging fear that they must inhale the fumes
Of a deadly poison that will lead them to their doom
A cigarette addict can barely do a thing
Without a cigarette, it's got them on a string
They have to smoke it now, it just cannot wait
And then, another and another, they've really taken the bait
A cigarette addict is as helpless as a lamb
On a frosty hillside with no mother to keep it warm
Their mind is so confused that they actually believe
A cigarette is their saviour, they are so deceived
(Sydney, Australia - 2003)
poem by Alessandra Liverani
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Only Those With The Key
The gate has been locked,
To block access...
To those once accustomed,
To free entry and free reign.
And this has been suggested...
Maybe one's own finding,
Of a home on the range...
Suitable for the deer and the antelope,
To play.
And any mumbling heard is one's own
The gate has been locked,
To block out the physical.
And that which appears limited.
But one 'spirited' in mind,
Can choose to look over the gate.
Or through its cracks.
Or...
Sit to wonder why THIS gate attracts.
And gates with locks that block,
To stop what's coming in...
Seem to imprison those behind them,
Rarely to come out to test the locks.
And only those with the key,
Know what it is used for.
AND...
Its history to be known or not!
Since whoever has got the key,
Needs not to peek or have interest in the doing.
Only those with the key to the gate that locks,
To block in or not to block out...
Do not concern themselves with peeking.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wish my pain was a cigarette
Wish my pain was a cigarette,
It would have been touch by you
Wish my pain was a cigarette,
It would have had the comfort of your hand
Wish my pain was a cigarette,
I would have been on your lips
Wish my pain was a cigarette,
It would have been consumed with time
Wish my pain was a cigarette,
It would have ended in an ashtray
Wish my pain was a cigarette,
It would have been thrown away
poem by Secret Shal
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Fear
Fear causes paralysis
Emotions are all numbed
Thoughts go may blank
As one becomes deaf and dumb.
Fear closes our eyes
To glaring truth that stares
Accepting all the lies
In silence, without care.
Fear locks our doors
To the beauty of life and choices
We lose sight of what we live for
Surrendered to muted voices.
Fear is a daily death
Like walls in a coffin sealed
An existence in useless breath
A vessel that can never be filled.
Hurts are kept locked up
No sound, just feeling empty
We can't even say 'That's enough! '
There's no sense of what's to be free.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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One More Day, One More Night
One more night, God Ive had to fight
To keep my line of sight on whats real
One more day I fear Ive lost my way
I dont know how to say what I feel
Someone better hurry Im all alone
And I keep breaking down
Breaking down, you know?
No one ever taught me to be on my own
And I keep breaking down
Breaking down, you know?
One more night my eyes reflect the light
In the distance something bright appears
One more day its too hard to explain
What goes on in my brain is not clear
Someone better hurry Im all alone
And I keep breaking down
Breaking down, you know?
No one ever taught me to be on my own
Yeah and I keep breaking down
Breaking down, you know?
So hold on one more night
Hold out one more day
Hold on one more night
Hold out one more day
Therell be one more night and things will be made right
Again Ill hold you tight my dear
One more day and Ill collect my pay
And soon be far away from here
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Insurrection
insurrection...
or just the pot boiling over,
the plant breaking through the gound,
the leaf bursting from the bud,
the wind breaking down the door.
light breaking through the darkness,
the body breaking free of bonds.
the spirit breaking from the body,
the truth breaking from the silence.
hope breaking from despair,
caring breaking from the calloused....
the individual breaking from the crowd.
the many breaking from the few,
the man breaking from enslavement.
the pot boiling over...
be careful!
you'll burn your hand!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Then I would have an occasional cigarette and then I started back dipping. I started dipping last year. My family has asked me again to stop, and I'm trying my best to do that.
quote by Payne Stewart
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You know I've got a chum, a smashing mate, he's got a dog with no legs, and he calls it a cigarette. It's true, yeah, because at nighttime he has to take it out for a drag.
quote by Norman Wisdom
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Ammunition
Blame it on what youve been through
Blame it on what youre into
Blame it on your religions
Blame it on politicians
Weve been blowing up
Were the issue
Its our condition
Weve been blowing up
Were the issue
Our detonation
Weve been blowing up
Were the issue
Were ammunition
Were ammunition
Were ammunition
We are the fuse and ammunition
I have no generation
Shoe me my motivation
One world one desperation
One hope and one salvation
Look what a mess weve made of love
Look waht a mess weve made
Weve got ourselves to blame
Look what a bomb we made of love
song performed by by Switchfoot
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K-Car
To the memory of the Rhodesian Helicopter Pilots and
the 20mm cannon Gunner.Two men one helicopter;
known as K-car…..Killer-car.
A formidable force in the Rhodesian Bush War.
RHODESIAN K-CAR
‘Chopper’ pilot calmness,
Cannon gunner’s skill,
Two minds in perfect harmony,
Flew in now for the kill,
Ten comrades in arms,
Pinned down by enemy fire,
Ambushed and compromised,
Their backs now to the wire.
One pilot and one gunner,
Men who knew no fear,
S.O.S. came through to them,
Urgent… but so clear,
“K-car, Call sign Bravo, ”
“Contact, contact, contact”!
Pilot with nerves of steel,
And veraciously exact,
“We have you visual, four o’clock”,
Crackled in the pilot’s ear
He responded calmly “Roger
Call sign Bravo… illuminate a flare”
Flare lit up and in they flew,
Oblivious of the danger;
Twas deaths turn to roll the dice,
With life their coin of wager.
Two hands upon the cannon grips,
One finger on the trigger,
Gunner’s eye took a site,
Through peep site to the jigger;
Bullets ripped into the cockpit,
Of that killer-car machine,
Barely two year out of school,
K-car gunner… aged nineteen
Fire Force airborne pilot,
Turned cannon to the smoke,
Gunner pressed the trigger,
And the dragon now awoke;
Twenty millimeter cannon,
Boomed forth volcanic life
Spewing deadly rounds,
Of instant death and strife.
No place for enemy to hide,
From this matchless opponent;
Terrorists now in full flight,
Were gunned down in a moment.
The Kill-car hovered overhead,
Just six foot off the ground,
Two enemy lay screaming,
But from thirty dead…no sound.
Most men of war, whom I knew then,
Have turned now to the Lord,
They have turned into plow shears,
Their weapons and their sword.
Lord please teach us here in Africa,
Love for one another;
Take xenophobic intolerance from us,
Teach us to love our brother.
poem by Alf Hutchison
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Who Put The Fear In Here?
I watched a man tell his boy
About the pains of reality
Then I watched that child grow into a soldier
Defending contradictions and paving the way...
Who put the fear in here?
I watched a miracle in the making
Then had a scientist tell me that i
Couldnt live without breaking,
My habits of fearlessness and crying for the world...
Who put the fear in here?
Was it you, who finally shed the tear?
Someone told me that two lovers bound
Could put another sun in the sky
If you believed it, thered be
Twice the light and no one would be scared to fly
If I believed it, thered be
Twice the light and no one would be scared to fly
I thought I knew exactly what scared me
And I would never have to run again.
So I went to sleep and began dreaming
Of perfect lives in paradise
Woke up and started screaming...
Who put the fear in here?
Who put the fear in here? oh no...
Was it you who finally shed the tear?
Then who put the fear in here?
song performed by by Live
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Beefed Up Security
A beefed up security,
Enhances the advancement of fear.
And when a projection of fear,
Has been stamped with a face...
Those deceiving are given the ammunition,
To reduce and eliminate all freedoms.
With an ease to leave those perceiving,
Their well being has been authorized,
To become patrolled and protected.
With a closed and fenced in inspection.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To a Prospective Cook
Curly locks, Curly Locks, wilt thou be ours?
Thou shalt not wash dishes, nor yet weed the flowers,
But stand in the kitchen and cook a fine meal,
And ride every night in an automobile.
Curly Locks, Curly Locks, come to us soon!
Thou needest not to rise until mid-afternoon;
Thou mayest be Croatian, Armenian, or Greek;
Thy guerdon shall be what thy askest per week.
Curly Locks, Curly Locks, give us a chance!
Thou shalt not wash windows, nor iron my pants.
Oh, come to the cosiest of seven-room bowers,
Curly Locks, Curly Locks, wilt thou be ours?
poem by Franklin P. Adams
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Falling Snow
my life, is breaking down, i see your eyes, falling time, wait for the end, wait for the end, and never ever go away. oh a million, 2 million secrets lost now, what i said? never waste?, once more snowing, snowing, the lights. oh, i always trusted you, trust in you. it's there , a breaking mind, a soul all lost in hell, but they can make it up, and try to understand, what difference does it make, to know i'm full of hate. fear, religion, fear, religion, fear religion, fear fear religion. looking hands on your eyes, fear, there's plague outside, no one cares, no one cares, so close your eyes....
song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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You're My Mate
Ill tell you what I think, I think shes a cow
Shes let you down too many times now
Lets go for a drink, forget it for now
Put It behind you, I think its your round
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate
Ill tell you what I think, I think hes a pain
He aint got a car, but he drives you insane
Lets go for a drink and sink a few
Enough about him lets talk about you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate
All I wanna do is get drunk here with you
All I wanna do is get drunk here with you
All I wanna do is get drunk here with you
All I wanna do is get drunk here with you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate and I will stand by you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
And in the face of things that could hurt you
Youre my mate and I will stand by you
Cause youre my mate
Cause youre my mate
Cause youre my mate
Cause youre my mate
Cause youre my mate
TAXI
song performed by by Right Said Fred
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Manchester Girl
She hides in the library reading Henry Miller books,
'Til they flash the lights, its time to go,
When she was a little kid she said,
Dad, I don't know why I feel so penniless inside,
She's on the promenade,
She's looking for a dress,
She's locked outside a world,
Just a Manchester girl,
Oh I'll meet you there,
By the old newsstand,
Oh I'll meet you there tonight,
Shoot out at a nieghbor's house,
She pulls the covers over her head,
She's counting the shots as they go by,
In Pandora's litter box,
Well it's getting mighty high,
That cat's gonna keep her up at night,
Another scary dream,
Another cigarette,
She's locked outside a world,
Just a Manchester girl
song performed by by Eels
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