The Woman and A Web Cam(Name Revision)
The women said but I only need your help
With money in hand
Please with support me but not ever know me
I say to you the writer on the other end
How can you blame the victim
With plans wicked and full of deceit
Robbing the poor only if to get off your feet
The body with a video is your tool
Through the internet you sell it
A cam so tiny with lies you speak
I need help you ask
As if you were the first come past
You say I'm moving to your town
Where maybe my soul can be found
I need friends, a job, and your credit card number
Only in a complete slumber
Could I miss something so amiss
With my blissful ear I listen
If I could help you my dear
But it's beyond all redemption
Every word spoke is a horrid thought I must control
Sorry but I will not fall down that rabbit hole
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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John Robinson
AIR -- "The Drunkard"
Come listen, friends, and hear a song,
It is a doleful one,
About a young man, dead and gone --
He died far away from home.
John Robinson this young man's name,
His age I cannot tell,
And he was loved by all his friends,
And he was known full well.
His father and mother being dead,
It left him an orphan boy,
When he was with his brother
His health failed him, poor boy.
Kind friends they thought 'twould do him good
To travel for his health;
To California he did go
With his Uncle Zera French.
He was not gone but a short time
When a letter his friends received;
It told how homesick Johnny was,
How he for home did grieve.
It said that he was getting worse,
And his money was nearly gone,
And if he did not soon return
Never more would he see home.
It said, "Dear Brother, will you please
Some money to me send,
For I fear I have not got enough
To bring me back again.
The doctor says I must soon return,
If I wish my home to see,
For if I stay my life is short,
For the air disagrees with me."
His brother Will the letter read,
It made his eyes grow dim.
"Dear brother, he shall soon return,
For I will go and fetch him."
This brother dear was very kind;
With money, he went with haste
For to bring him home again,
But Oh! he went too late.
For he was sick, and very bad --
Poor boy, he thought, no doubt,
If he came home in a smoking car
His money would hold out.
He started to come back alone --
He came one-third the way --
One evening in the car alone
His spirit fled away.
No friend was near to speak to him,
Or hear his dying moan;
How sad, how sad it must have been
To die there all alone;
No loving friends to soothe his brow,
Or ease his weary form;
Poor soul, poor soul is now at rest,
For his soul to heaven has gone.
Telegraph dispatch was sent his friends --
How sad were they to hear --
How their loved one died all alone,
In a car with no one near.
The brother brought his body home
To his friends that loved him best.
He's sleeping in their grave yard now
Let peace be e'er his rest.
poem by Julia A Moore
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I Get Along
Feeling like I'm stuck in a hole
body and soul
while you're out of control
Now I know why you had to go
well I think we both know
why it had to be so
I've been trying not to cry
when I'm in the public eye
Stuck here with the shame
and taking
my share of the blame
while making
sudden plans that don't include you
I get along, get along
without you very well
I get along very well
Now I know you'd much rather be
with rock royalty
instead of someone like me
The big boys are back and we need them, you said
Think it was something you'd read
and it stuck in your head
Even though I don't suppose
that's as far as it goes
You've go quite an appetite
for being wronged and in the right
Well from now on it won't affect me
I get along, get along
without you very well
I get along very well
The morning after the night before
I'd been alerted
to your lies
I phoned you up
Your calls were all diverted
Took a long time to track you down
even then you were defiant
It's not what you think it is, you said
and proceeded to deny it
So I lost my patience at last
and it happened so fast
you belong in the past
I've been trying not to cry
when I'm in the public eye
Stuck here with the shame
and taking
my share of the blame
while making
sudden plans that don't include you
I get along, get along
without you very well
I get along very well
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Birth of the Warrior
Respect. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be given.
Control. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Power. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Love. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be given.
Joy. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Peace. Sought, yet it is not found, so it cannot be obtained.
Sought from the source external.
Robbing another, and in turn robbing the seeker.
Another protects theirs, as the seeker protects his.
In the quest, it is given away to another, with nothing returned,
The seeker loses themselves.
To put another before self, is to find one self.
Yet, the seeker must protect what is theirs.
Though it must be shared, as it is found for this purpose.
It is that, which is shared, that can never be stolen.
It is the gift.
Not to be given, as one who gives, expects it back.
The gift that is given to one, cannot be shared by many.
The gift must be protected.
For those starving from within, will get a taste,
Not realizing that they have their own.
They just have yet to harness it.
The power lies within.
Yet, within lies, it lies.
It is when the seeker respects themselves, they can respect others, and can share respect.
When they can control themselves, others respect will respect them.
They then find their inner empowerment, and now need power from no other.
The battles you endured, you are courageous.
The demons you have battled, you are fearless.
After many defeats, you rose and became victorious.
The seeker is not a victim,
The seeker is a champion.
They have conquered the battle from within.
Many battles lie ahead, they can reflect on the battles past.
Now, the warrior inside is born.
Fight on!
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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The Rabbit Hole
How deep does the rabbit hole go?
Too many people don't want to know.
They're afraid they might come upon
something not so nice.
Isn't it easier to just skate
over very thin ice?
No worries, no frets of any kind,
it's much more comfortable for the mind.
Don't look left. Don't look right,
just straight ahead is what's in their sight.
Now take the ones whose heads can turn,
they are the people whose minds do yearn
to see how deep the rabbit hole goes?
What they will find will surely expose
Why we are filled with insecurity?
What's at the bottom of inequality?
Why some never have prosperity?
And so much more will come to light
and these are the brave that will take up the fight
and try to fill the rabbit hole
so the complacent ones who pay the toll
might have a chance to save their soul.
Now rabbit holes are dug deeper each day
by the power that wants you to have no say.
They want control over all that you are.
They will do all they can to block the star
that shines for you on every night.
They would love to keep you away from that sight.
For then they've got you and your soul
deep in the bowels of the rabbit hole.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Popular
I've got a plan to make it rich and famous
Lucky for me, for you it's a bitch you ain't in,
My plans are slowly changing,
Fame is so contagious
Chorus
I'm willing to sleep my way to the top,
I wanna be pop-ular,
I don't wanna keep my feet on the ground,
I wanna be popular
I must confess,
I've been a ve-ry bad boy,
Been sleepin around,
Talk of the town,
My name is
Hol-lywood will beckon,
E-veryone will listen,
Play my video hear me on the radio,
Dancin to the disco no one ever says no
Chorus
I'm willing to sleep my way to the top,
I wanna be pop-ular,
I don't wanna keep my feet on the ground,
I wanna be popular,
I'm willing to sleep my way to the top,
I wanna be pop-ular,
I don't wanna keep my feet on the ground,
I wanna be popular
My friends are all in Limousines
My friends are all celebrity
I Just Sold My Soul
Play my video hear me on the radio,
Dancin to the disco no one ever says no
I'm willing to sleep my way to the top,
I wanna be pop-ular,
I don't wanna keep my feet on the ground,
I wanna be popular,
I'm willing to sleep my way to the top,
I wanna be pop-ular,
I don't wanna keep my feet on the ground,
I wanna be popular
My friends are all celebrity
My friends are all in magazines
{ Play my video hear me on the radio,}
I'm willing to sleep my way to the top,
{Dancin to the disco, no one ever says no}
I wanna be pop-ular,
{ Play my video hear me on the radio,}
I don't wanna keep my feet on the ground,
{Dancin to the disco, no one ever says no}
I wanna be popular,
Are you willing to sleep your way to the top?
Do you want to be popular?
song performed by by Darren Hayes
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Total Control
(m. davis, j. jourard)
Producer: carter
Album: we are the world (usa for africa)(85), the collected recordings (94)
Looking counter clockwise
Knowing what could happen
Any moment maybe you
Maybe even you
Steadfast collapse
Always certain any moment
Maybe you maybe you
Maybe even you
Recline complete dreams too sweet
I cant do it not with you
Not even with you
Maybe never with you
And Id sell my soul for total control
Yeah Id sell my soul for total control
Street wet tonight, lovers touch
Its pure delight
Always certain any moment
Maybe even you
Stay in bed stained sheets
My head hurts I repeat
Maybe you maybe you
Maybe even you
And Id sell my soul for total control
Yeah Id sell my soul for total control
Id sell my soul for total control
Over you, over you
Total control over you
song performed by by Tina Turner
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I Set You Free
We know what we have to do
But Im not being hard on you
Its hard on me (hard on me)
I set you free (I set you free)
I know that you are hurting too
But Ill put my trust in you
Now trust in me (trust in me)
I set you free (I set you free)
From a to let it be (a to let it be)
From b to cant you see
Count on me
I set you free (I set you free)
Let me set you free
This cant be where you want to be
Set your wings in motion (motion)
Across that land and sea (? )
Times are bad and times are good
Id stay forever if I could
Cant you see ? (cant you see ? )
I set you free (I set you free)
Oh, when I see a falling star (see a falling star)
I wonder where you are
So far from me
I set you free (I set you free)
Im moving right on (moving right on)
Gonna get some distance now (gonna get some distance now)
Ill leave the town now (leave the town now)
Gonna get away somehow (gonna get away somehow)
Leave me alone (leave me alone)
Gonna get some distance now (gonna get some distance now)
Im on my own (Im on my own)
Gonna get away somehow (gonna get away somehow)
When your friends begin to say (friends begin to say)
It should have happened yesterday
Count on me (count on me)
I set you free (I set you free)
Look up to the sky (look up to the sky)
Open up your eyes and wonder why
Its got to be
I set you free (I set you free)
And when Im in control
Im body and Im soul
And when Im number one
Im the moon and Im the sun
And when Im standing tall (stone by stone)
Im the strongest anyone (Ill build it up)
This is how I had it planned
I dont wanna hold your hand (till yourre gone)
When Im in control
Im body and soul
And when Im number one
Im the moon and Im the sun
This is how I had it planned (stone by stone)
I dont wanna hold your hand (till yourre gone)
song performed by by Heaven 17
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Speak
Theyve given me a mission
I dont really know the game yet
Im bent on submission
Religion is to blame
Im the new messiah
Death angel with a gun
Dangerous in my silence
Deadly to my cause
Speak to me the pain you feel
Speak the word
The word is all of us
Ive given my life to become what I am
To preach the new beginning
To make you understand
To reach some point of order
Utopia in mind, youve got to learn
To sacrifice, to leave whats now behind
Speak to me the pain you feel
Speak the word
The word is all of us
Speak the word
The word is all of us
Seven years of power
The corporation claw
The rich control the government, the media the law
To make some kind of difference
Then everyone must know
Eradicate the fascists, revolution will grow
The system we learn says were equal under law
But the streets are reality, the weak and poor will fall
Lets tip the power balance and tear down their crown
Educate the masses, well burn the white house down
Speak to me the pain you feel
Speak to me the pain you feel
Speak the word [revolution]
The word is all of us
Speak the word [revolution]
The word is all of us
Speak the word
The word is all of us
Speak the word
The word is all of us
Speak!!!
song performed by by Queensryche
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Zero Covers All
Lately I realize.
I am a numb number,
living through life.
First child.
Date of birth.
Sixth star of twenty-seven.
Scorpio numbers six of twelve.
Studied tenth class,
Then 5-year’s graduation,
Every class I had a scroll number.
Exams written on id number.
Studied law.
Head churning three years,
with numbered sections.
Penal code, constitution.
Clauses of law in numbered sects.
Registered in bar council.
Legal practice.
Case files are numbered.
Subsequently I got,
House number, door number.
Phone number.
Mobile number.
Account numbers.
Credit card number.
Pan card number,
Folio numbers,
Car number,
License number,
Policy number,
Health card number,
Election card number,
Passport number,
Ration card number,
Ultimately, when you put me in morgue,
allotted me a number.
Which, I do no know.
However, I know a number.
I am a big zero.
It covers all my life
Yes, we discovered zero.
What a relief?
Does it not cover all?
fulfill all values!
By the way your number please?
X number or N number?
Infinite numbers.
________________
poem by Satheesan Rangorath
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Rise Or Fall
Take action
Gotta raise a fist in blood
Domination
Can't continue acting like jerks
You show me all there's a chance
With only words for defence
There is no freedom to speak, no
Rise or fall
Number one to take the stand
Rise or fall
Take a word from this promised land
Yeah
Your reaction
Sticks and stones are no match for steel
This rebellion
Revolution's in your hands
Now listen
So it's part Apache
Do you know what that means?
Is it a segregation?
Rise or fall
Number one to take the stand
Rise or fall
Take a word from this promised land
Strength in numbers can alter your place
Take the action before it's too late
Make a stand
Give it up
Rise or fall
Number one to take the stand
Rise or fall
Take a word from this promised land
Rise or fall
Number one to take the stand
Rise or fall
Take a word
Take a word from this land
Rise or fall
Rise or fall
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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Hold An Old Friends Hand
(donna weiss)
Another year and Im still here
The grass just will not grow on this old hill
Still I just cant let it go,
I dont believe its cause Im cold
Or partial to the crazy life Im caught in
Sometimes I fell the hand of time
Moving like its body was broke
And its then I miss your sighs
And the tender words you spoke
Hey, thats okay - come on around and get yourself together
Wont you come on around and hold an old friends hand
Babe, I promise not to throw you
You dont have to stay, I just want to hold you
Wont you come on around
And hold an old friends hand
Another year is dead and gone
The sun dont want to shine on this old hill
Or anything thats mine
I dont believe it hurts to grow
Even when the crop you sow is a failure
Sometimes I wish I had no pride
Id go off and sell my soul
But how do you say goodbye
To the only truth youve known
Hey, thats okay - come on around and get yourself together
Wont you come on around and hold an old friends hand
Baby baby, I promise not to throw you
You dont have to stay, I just want to hold you
Wont you come on around
And hold an old friends hand
Oh babe, honey everybody makes mistakes
We feel a lot of life that way
Dont you think by now I know that?
Look whats brought us both back
Now - while the leaves still dance on the wind
While the moon and the clouds come spinning
Will you whisper my name again?
Again and again and again
Hey, thats okay - come on around and get yourself together
Wont you come on around and hold an old friends hand
Around and around with you Ive been
Flat on the ground and up again
Nobody know for sure just when
Everything changes
song performed by by Tiffany
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Explosion
Such a notion could create a catastrophic explosion. be very careful with the next word you speak. I'm already full of so much emotion. the outcome could be bleak. If that's what you seek, by all means please. I got the cure for your disease. Another victim of society. The fallen one. The forgotten son. Bye, bye your already done. Welcome to your worst nightmare. Your mine, its time. An apocalyptic sense of self satisfaction. For with complete control. I take hold of your very soul. I eat it so slow. torture is the all i know. Go ahead ask for mercy, see if you get it. Do i look like the forgiving type. Guess I'm not a sucker you stupid slimy mother f*cker. Keeping digging the hole i will put you in. Buried alive, wonder how long you can survive. think I'm crazy, well just maybe i am. be careful for such notions could create a catastrophic explosion. You asked, and now i shall answer. Erase every ounce of devotion. Let my eyes go black. hate can't even begin to describe it. I'll twist your back. A slight suffocation with a plastic bag. death is the outcome. the how is my tool. its at my discression. do i want a soul searching confession? do i want to teach you lesson? or make it quick? you just don't get it. don't mess with those who are psychotic. So you better just watch it. that kind of notion could create a catastrophic explosion. Go ahead make your retreat. lets see if you have quick feet. should i give chase? should i embrace your fear. make you really disappear. it so god damn scary when i'm near. i am as you say. don't you think? I remember those words that slipped off you tongue. think i'll just sit back and take it. well that kind of notion could create a catastrophic explosion. oh the fires intensity. bringing down your whole sense of reality. whose the victim. Whose the prey. How does it feel, tell me how does it feel?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Hello, Death
Hello; I am Death.
Listen to me as I speak
As though you think there is an option
There is none, as your life is what I seek.
You can be the top of your world
The master of all you survey
Have your name known around this world
But that is nothing, you are mine at any day.
As with the touch of my finger
Or a glare from my eye
All you owe and known is gone,
When I command it, your body will die.
Hello; I am Death
Have you came to fear me yet
Have you seen your life pass you by
terrible is your life, and your soul is that debt.
The people you used and hurt
The swears and lies that you spoke
Laughing when others where in despair
I think by those words, I will let you choke.
You will then dance in your misery
As you reflect the past of your deeds
With every gasping breath I will laugh
Then my words you will finally heed.
Hello; I am Death
Listen to me as I talk
My voice will be the last for you to hear
As you take, your very last walk.
I will laugh with every step that you take
As just to remind you of your past,
And the wrongs that you did to others
Forever, I promise that pain in you will last.
And then the moment before you die
And your soul is full of regrets
I want to watch you beg for mercy and life,
BUT, I wont listen; as I am DEATH.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Bonus Track
I hope you enjoyed your ride on the terror wheel. but it isnt over
Just yet. we have a phone number for you to call to hear the name
Of the third jokers card. the area code is 1-313, and for the rest
Of it, listen to the rhymes and match the numbers that go with them.
Ahahahahaha!!!
Call 1-313...
Call 1-313...
Call 1-313...
Call 1-313...
The rest
Unlock the door, and whats in store
Will be with you forever more
The number is (four)
Ive come to relate I never saw the gate
All I saw was hate
So the number is (eight)
Everywhere I go theres a juggalo
And hes my hero
The number is (zero)
The juggalos key will forever be
Hand in hand with me
The number is (three)
The essence of time, yours was mine
Inside the rhyme you will find
The number (nine)
The moon and the sun, the sword and the gun
Is what Ive become
Now the number is (one)
Now I will go a carnival show
Figure out the rhymes and youll know
The last number (zero)
(phone number: 1-313-480-3910)
Call to reveal the third jokers card
Call to reveal the third jokers card
song performed by by Insane Clown Posse
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Toxic Assets
'I have to go to town, ' she said,
'We'll catch the early bus.'
She'd overdrawn her credit card,
I knew - she always does!
I groaned and then I moaned a bit,
I'm just a country clod,
'I hate the crowds in town, ' I said,
'I'll stay here, on my tod! '
'You'll come with me, ' she said again
And used that piercing look,
The one that gets her everything
She wants, by hook or crook.
So there I was, adrift in town
While she went to the Bank,
To sort out her finances with
Some guy she knew as Frank.
I hung about outside, and watched
Her enter through the door,
Like some black hole in space, I thought,
And shuddered, like before.
I hated banks, and managers,
And credit cards and schemes,
They'd offered me a credit card
But I said - 'In your dreams! '
I wouldn't touch them with a pole,
I just believe in cash,
But wives are like some aliens
Straight from the planet, 'Splash! '
They love to shop, and flash the card
And buy their nicky-nacks,
While we just moan and humour them
Then pay the money back.
And so I stood and waited there,
My patience growing thin,
She seemed to take forever in
That bank, so dark within.
I always knew she'd be a while
She talks a lot, my wife,
She likes to tell the tellers all
The story of her life.
I stood for twenty minutes there
Just hung outside the door,
I thought, I'll give her half an hour,
Then just a minute more.
So that I did, and half an hour
Just wasn't quite enough,
I counted off a minute then
And thought, 'I'll call her bluff! '
I charged head down on through the door
Just like a rampant bull,
Ready to jump and yell and curse,
I thought the bank was full.
But when I raised my head to see
There was nobody there,
Just a row of grinning tellers:
'Can we help you, sir? '
'Where's my wife? ' I yelled, irate,
There was no other door!
The tellers said in unison:
'Go see the manager! '
I did, and he was sitting there
All plump behind his desk,
With dollar signs in both his eyes,
I nearly went beresk!
'So where's my wife, ' I yelled at him,
'She came to sort things out; '
But he just pointed to a chair:
'Sit down - no need to shout! '
'We had to bundle her, ' he said,
With all the other debts,
'The time has come, ' he said, 'we have
To dump our toxic assets.'
'She's just a liability,
Is always overdrawn,
She's bundled, will be auctioned off
To some poor sap, at dawn.'
I staggered off in quite a daze,
Just what was I to do?
I'd have to cook the evening meal
But just for one, not two! '
And then the paper said next day
That Wall Street had collapsed,
The world economy was sick,
And gasping, had relapsed.
And like a pack of dominoes
Each country bit the dirt,
They said that they'd lost billions
With debt, the world was girt.
And then, it seemed, they traced it back
To some small Aussie town,
One woman, always overdrawn
Had brought it crashing down.
I found her planting veggies in
Some old guy's vegetation,
He'd said she had to make it up,
His superannuation.
She got the bill last week, and cried,
She said she'd pay it back,
Two thousand billion dollars she
Has hanging round her neck.
And so I had to part with her
I know just who to thank,
I'll always see her entering
That black hole, called 'The Bank.'
29 March 2009.
poem by David Lewis Paget
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The Hoax
when someone emails you
that he has 3 million pounds
and he is giving
all of it to you,
will you believe him?
you ask me
if i believe him too?
alright, i may believe him
and give my name
and address and telephone number
my status, my other
particulars
even my credit card number
and you will say
OH MY GOD
how gullible can i be!
well, it does not really
matter
all these, my name, my address
and telephone number
and other particulars
even my credit card number
and ATM PIN
all these
are fakes too
exactly just like him
and his 3 million pounds
you see,
i was also not born yesterday
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Words
So many words are there in our speech,
they can be very poor, they can be rich.
No one can be indifferent to their meaning
as they are alive and express your feeling.
Spoken word is not just a sound,
it can’t be found on the ground,
it’s always in your head, sometimes in your soul.
When it is spoken it becomes a parole.
A word is an energy of your spirit,
it was presented to you by God, it’s His merit.
A word is a tool of communication,
A word is a source of information.
“A word spoken is past recalling”.
Strolling all around it can’t be found,
returned back and kept in your sack.
“The pen is mightier than the sword”,
that was told about a written word.
Words, words, words………………
They are love and seduction,
each one with a certain function.
They are wonders of sin
and songs of education.
They are salvation, temptation, affectation…
They can be an executioner,
they can be the owner of a whiner.
A word can be a treatment,
It helps when you are ill.
A kind word is better than a pill.
But…there are words that just kill.
They sound like a horrible drill.
Words, words, words…………
They are triumph and defeat,
They can be pleasant and sweet.
At the end of my message
I would like everyone to acknowledge:
Each word has a strength
and it doesn’t depend on its length.
So, think before saying a word,
as it is quite well heard even by walls,
it touches someone’s soul,
it shouldn’t be a wicked foul.
“Better the foot to slip than the tongue”.
And… there is no exception for the young.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Freedom
[CD]
It's been said many times that this is a free country,
I look around, I haven't found anything truly free,
I can't believe society ain't put a price on me,
Cos in the end, believe me friend, it's all down to money.
(Chorus:)
Freedom,
Ain't no such thing no more as freedom,
It's just a word we all believe in,
But nothing's free
There's no more freedom!
Freedom
Ain't no such thing no more as freedom,
It's just a word we wanna believe in,
But nothing's free
There's no more freedom
Where's it gonna get you in the end?
One of my friends is so confused over a girl he knows,
She had her daddy's credit card - all his money she blows,
She's so inside herself, she'll never see just who he is,
Her world's a fairy tale of hope and dreams compared to his.
(Chorus)
I know a guy who's worked himself almost into his grave,
I wonder does he know he's lived his life as money's slave,
He fell in to the traps of money's evil tempting ways,
Before he'll realize he's done and dusted all his days.
(Chorus x2)
song performed by by Urban Clearway
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Wise Fool
You my dear are such a fool
You say this is wrong, so is that
Yet you make human feelings a tool
You control them with fear such a wise rat
But you never thought
That although you have fear
There are others that have been taught
And into your heart we will peer
You are deaf, listen to no-one
And care only for yourself
Do you truly think this war you have won?
You are a human yet you show the devil itself
Your power is a double-edged sword
It will never totally bend to your will
You can see you sanity, a broken cord
Now this wise fool is made to kill
We will never fall
You can’t supress us forever
We will once again stand tall
You power will fail no matter how clever
See now your control is lost
See now this battle ends
For you it will cost
No longer supported by friends
Your truths all lies
Your very thoughts a crime
All your people break their ties
The years you ruled were such a depressing time
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Silence of the victim
I was a victim.
I am not any longer.
But within my head and heart I still am the victim.
I cant forget nor can I move on.
I never spoke out.
I had the silence of a victim.
To afraid to speak.
Silence of the victim.
I didnt speak untill it was to late.
More crap followed.
I put my family in danger.
I should of kept shut.
Most of it never was told.
Cos I had the silence of the victim.
Never did dare to speak.
To be the victim
It was hard.
But still I seem to be that victim.
I cant move on.
I am weak
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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