When I was old enough to realize all meat was killed, I saw it as an irrational way of using our power, to take a weaker thing and mutilate it. It was like the way bullies would take control of younger kids in the schoolyard.
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I Want to be a Soldier
I will be a soldier
Only when soldiers realize
They are not animals or
cattles
Only if soldiers can ask
'Why should I shoot that
innocent man? '
I would be a soldier
If soldiers can ask the
commander
'Why should we shoot at
the children? '
I would be a soldier
If soldiers know that
The red blood that runs
through their veins
Runs in the rest peopl's too.
I would be a soldier if
Soldiers know they aren't
what they ask them to be
When they know that
The Emperor will never ask
them to kill his children
I would be a soldier
When soldiers realize war
is inhuman
When soldiers know war
always starts war
When they know that
World peace can not be
reached through war
When United Nations can
ask themselves
Is war the only way to end
corruption in the globe?
When soldiers know the
distance between peace and
war.
When soldiers realize how
intoxicative the gun is.
When soldiers realize
that gun does not control
them, but they control it.
I would be a soldier only if
soldiers know
why Martin Luther King jnr.
was killed.
If they know Adolf Hitler
also tried to make peace
through war.
I would be a soldier
If they can tell me why they
are only trained to kill.
I would be a soldier if
soldier can say
NO TO BRUTE LEADERS.
I would be a soldier if
soldiers know
the difference between
death and birth.
I would be a soldier if they
can tell
Why they are weapons of
destruction?
If they can explain why they
killed at Vietnam?
Why they killed at Somalia?
Why Ghadafi was killed
without trial?
Why Abraham Lincoln was
shot
Why Ghandi was killed,
Why they dont care if they
die in war in the name of
peace.
I would be a soldier If soldiers know they have rights If soldiers know they need Freedom. I would be a soldier If the goverments around the world realize How wonderful the world would be If the money invests in atomic weapons can be spent To feed billions of children on the streets of India, Nigeria, Brazil, South Africa The United States and all the streets of the World. I would be a soldier when soldiers can fight for liberty And not for slavery When soldiers know that nobody should think for them When soldiers know they are humans not cattles, When they realize that nobody should tell them what to think and what to feel. If soldiers can be humans, I would be a soldier.
poem by Idris Adesina
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Control Over Power
Control over power is good, because everyone needs control over the burden of power.
Power over control is not the best, because people then can not control the power they have and use it in very sick and disgraceful ways.
That's why control over power is the best and that will never change.
poem by Andrew Marks
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On Cold Winter Nights
With much weaker power the sun goes on its way
disappearing at night somewhere up high
while in winter everything living
is yearning for heat, to something that brings warmth
With the cold feeling as if seconds are jumping much too slowly
with you shivering later in the last part of the night.
With much weaker power the sun goes on its way
disappearing at night somewhere up high
When people insist on light,
with birds of prey gliding on the cold air,
lovers finding each other, giving love freely
until the next twilight
with much weaker power the sun goes on its way.
poem by Gert Strydom
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You In The Stew
In my “Stew” my “Stew of Goo” I will have control over you.
Yes, I will control you with my evil spell, I will control this doll with named
Mel.
I will say things that are not NICE, because you see I took your Power
and I control the Dice!
Everything is “neat” in this “Game of Deceit”
This Game where I control everything.
Yes, I took your power that you willfully gave to me,
that was Deal, don’t you see? ? ?
Don’t tell me you want your Power in tack,
You chose me as your mother! !
So I can talk behind your back! !
Now, now, you say “Why would I do that? ”
Because you had to find
yourself and get back on track…
See how would you ever know who you really are,
Why, you think you came into this world “Complete” like Sarah Star? ? ?
You needed my “Evil” ways to make you strong,
Sooo someday
You can thank ME when I am long gone…
Now, now you realize it wasn’t about ME,
why it was all about
YOU,
yes you finding You—
“YOU in the Stew”
Written 2006 & 2010 By Christina Sunrise
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Dangerous Game
Written: paul anderson, dave seaman
1:
Surely this cant be heaven
Though it feels like I died
I guess its just goodbye then
Theres nowhere left to hide
Cant you see you have the power
To make or break my day
Im getting weaker by the hour
All the time you stay away
Chorus:
Im so in alone I feel so lonely
Here on my own Ive lost my way
I never dreamt that it could hurt like this boy
Lost in the absence of your precious kiss
Why do I feel this pain
Loves just a dangerous game
2:
So where do I go from here
What do I have to do
Something to make you realize
Just how I feel for you
Dont you see you have the power
To make or break my day
Im getting weaker by the hour
Do you hear me when I say
Chorus:
Bridge:
But the feeling still remains
And the embers feed the flame
How I hope you feel the same
So I love will grow again
3:
Its only you see you have the power
To make or break my day
Im getting weaker by the hour
Cant you hear me say
I cant face the world today
Chorus:
End:
Wake up baby give yourself to me
Im the one for
Ill show you intimacy
Forever no question unbridle my affection
And you will feel my love explode
In your direction
End:
(repeat 2 times)
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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The Big Black Trawler
THE very best ship that ever I knew
-Ah-way O, to me O-
Was a big black trawler with a deep-sea crew-
Sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.
There was one old devil with a broken nose
-Ah-way O, to me O-
He was four score years, as I suppose-
But sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.
We was wrecked last March, in a Polar storm
-Ah-way O, to me O-
And we asked the old cripple if his feet was warm-
Sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.
And the old, old devil (he was ninety at the most)
-Ah-way O, to me O-
Roars, ' Ay, warm as a lickle piece of toast '-
So sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.
' For I soaked my sea-boots and my dungarees
-Ah-way O, to me O-
In the good salt water that the Lord don't freeze '-
Oh sing, my bullies, let the bullgine run.
poem by Alfred Noyes
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Sue In The Stew
In my "Stew" my "Stew of Goo" I will have control over you.
Yes, I will control you with my evil spell,
I will control this doll with named Mel.
I will say things that are not NICE,
you see I took your Power and I control the Dice!
Everything is "neat" in this "Game of Deceit"
This Game where I control everything.
Yes, I took your power that you willfully gave to me,
that was Deal, don't you see? ? ?
Don't tell me you want your Power intact,
You chose me as your mother! !
So I can talk behind your back! !
Now, now, you say "Why would I do that? "
You had to find yourself and get back on track...
See how would you ever know who you really are.
"Why, you think you came into this world complete like Sarah Star? ? ? "
You needed my "Evil" ways to make you strong,
you can thank ME when I am long gone...
Now, now you realize it wasn't about ME,
why it was all about YOU,
Yes you finding You—"YOU in the Stew"
Written By Suzae Chevalier in 2006 & 2010
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Killed The Whole Lot
Today I went mad with anger – a group of
beautiful models posed naked for a magazine
in a bid to stop rape and violence against women
and kids – the idiotic, irrational stupidity of this
left me speechless – so women should be able
to walk about semi-naked or not dressed at all,
and any warm-blooded man who lost his self-
control should be shot on the spot? If I were a
man, I would have killed the whole lot!
poem by Margaret Alice
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Greed leads to hate
Every person who wants power is at war
For any power that could give control Evan more
They fight for money for control they want it all
they fight to get rich but in the end they all will fall
They carry on going out and getting in wars
Carry on hurting and hating just for a little bit more
To give what they want what they feel that they need
Fill up there wallets there hate is controlled by there greed
The need for power every day every god dam little hour
They control this planet they control the hating and power
What i say is the good take control this day....this hour
poem by Ashley Roberts
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I Killed The Cat
damn i killed the cat
i can't believe it
a well placed kick killed
the cat yet no remorse
wait is that a smile
yea peaceful nights now
you waking up for cats yea
but no its not your life to take
you killed a living thing
it only a cat
there no where near extinction
so you have no problem
no the kids loved it
how do i explain it to them
ooh bury it and say it ran away
but they will be sad
sad! what sad face never killed
no one but my boot did
it collided in its tiny skull
it moaned till it pass
my god i killed the cat
i killed the cat
poem by Robert Roberts
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One Meat Ball
(l. singer-h.zaret)
The little man walked up and down
To find an eating place in town
He read the menu through and through
To see what fifteen cents could do
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, he could afford but one meat ball
He told the waiter near at hand
A simple dinner he had planned
The guests were startled one and all to hear
That waiter loudly call
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, this here gent wants one meat ball
Little man felt very bad
One meat ball was all he had
And in his dreams he hears that call
Ya gets no bread with one meat ball
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, you get no bread with one meat ball
Well, he could afford but one meat ball
One meat ball, one meat ball
All he could afford was one meat ball
One meat ball
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Personal columnists are jackals and no jackal has been known to live on grass once he had learned about meat - no matter who killed the meat for him.
quote by Ernest Hemingway
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For Molly, Concerning God
Is God the one who eats the meat
off the bones of dead people?
-Molly Miranda Jong-Fast, age 3 1/2
God is the one,
Molly,
whether we call him
Him,
or Her,
treeform or spewing
volcano,
Vesuvius or vulva,
penis-rock,
or reindeer-on-cave-wall,
God is the one
who eats
our meat,
Molly,
& we yield
our meat
up willingly.
Meat is our
element,
meat is our
lesson.
When our bodies fill
with each other,
when our blood swells
in our organs
aching for another,
body of meat,
heart of meat,
soul of meat,
we are only doing
what God wants
us to—
meat joining meat
to become insubstantial air,
meat fusing
with meat
to make
a small wonder
like you.
The wonder of you
is that you push
our questions
along into
the future—
so that I know
again
the wonder of meat
through you,
the wonder of meat
turning to philosophy,
the wonder of meat
transubstantiated
into poetry,
the wonder of
sky-blue meat
in your roundest eyes,
the wonder of
dawn-colored meat
in your cheeks & palms,
the wonder of meat
becoming
air.
You
are my theorem,
my proof,
my meaty metaphysics,
my little questioner,
my small Socrates
of the nursery-schoolyard.
To think that
such wonder
can come from meat!
Well then,
if God is hungry—
let Him eat,
let Her eat.
poem by Erica Jong
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What a mistake to suppose that the passions are strongest in youth The passions are not stronger, but the control over them is weaker They are more easily excited, they are more violent and apparent but they have less energy, less durability, less intense and concentrated power than in the maturer life.
quote by Edward Bulwer-Lytton
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What a mistake to suppose that the passions are strongest in youth! The passions are not stronger, but the control over them is weaker! They are more easily excited, they are more violent and apparent; but they have less energy, less durability, less intense and concentrated power than in the maturer life.
quote by Edward Bulwer-Lytton
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Much a Do About Nothing
Too much time to wait
Too much nonsense to talk
Do we realize?
We much a do about nothing
Too many thought for trivial thing
Too much pride for simple matter
Will we realize?
We much a do about nothing
Too much hatred in watching
Too much angst in reading
Could we realize?
We much a do about nothing
Too much energy to laugh
Too much bitterness to share
Though we realize
We much a do about nothing
Too many advices to keep the health
Too many rules to guide our life
And then we realize
We much a do about nothing
Too many strategies to win the battle
Too much work to pay the bill
But we realize
We much a do about nothing
Too much emotion to reason failure
Too many questions to prove loyalty
When we realize
We much a do about nothing
Too much formality for an action
Too many lies for denial
So we realize
We much a do about nothing
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Nervous
You wait and wait like a kid waiting to open a present.
Your stomach fills with butterflies waiting to flutter.
When will it happen?
For you are getting nervous and tired of the fluttering.
The fluttering seems to get louder and you start getting out of control.
Then all of a sudden the fluttering stops then starts again.
You realize you can't control it like you can't control the sun rising and going down each day.
So instead relax and go with the flow.
For the thing you are waiting for will come soon.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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The most powerful person
Wealth, power, respect,
…….He had everything.
Dozens of servants,
Working under him.
His each second,
Was worth a million.
He had the power,
Power to control people
And the power to command respect.
But this powerful person,
Who had dozens of servants
Was himself a servant! ! !
A servant to……
His addiction of tobacco!
Oh! what a pity,
A person so powerful
Was under the control,
Of something so petty!
Power lies……
Not in controlling others,
But in the control
Of Yourself and Your Will.
poem by Ruby Moses Ezekiel
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Although most of us realize what we control and do not control, we live as though we do not really know, and in some cases we spend years focusing on things we cannot control.
quote by Darren L. Johnson
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I'm Not Brave Or Known For Courage
I'm not brave or known for courage I am allergic to fear
Of the violent and aggressive I am happy to stay clear
And far too many violent people in the World of today
Who don't respect the rights of others that does seem quite sad to say.
The living life form that I fear most happens to be my fellow man
Of those known to be violent I avoid them if I can
Even on their best behaviour bullies they have darkness of the soul
And one must say they are quite dangerous when they are out of control.
I'm not brave or known for courage just your average ageing bloke
And I like being with laid back people those who like to tell a joke
These to me are feel good people they are nice to get to know
Acquaintances with their sort into friendships do grow.
One known for to be violent could never be my friend
I see their type as control freaks of that I won't pretend
I like the easy going sort power over others they don't need
Not hard to get along with and quite likeable indeed.
poem by Francis Duggan
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