From An Ant...
For my colony, I am the explorer scout;
I am sent on ahead, to sniff things out.
When I've found something tasty to eat,
Back to the nest, I beat a hasty retreat.
I inform the others of what I have found,
Then one by one, we climb above ground.
Being a scout is a dangerous occupation;
It takes a lot of guts, and sheer dedication.
Unfortunately, not everyone makes it back;
Some get squashed dead within their tracks.
If humans saw us as creatures, who are living,
Maybe they would be a little more forgiving.
Searching for food is our main passion;
We set about it in a most orderly fashion.
Any foodstuffs which are sticky and sweet,
Are among our very favourite treats to eat.
From door to kitchen, I attempt to dart,
But if I'm spotted, the world falls apart.
If one of us gets spotted, there is panic;
Suddenly, humans run around all manic.
They know I'll return, and tell my friends,
And that this is the very start: not the end.
They know full well that, if they let me go,
Then, into their home, my army will flow.
I'm like a secret agent: dressed in black;
But, against me, the odds are often stacked.
My stakeout is done with utmost precision;
I have to be quick, and make big decisions.
You just have to hope that you won't be seen,
Because humans are cruel, and they're mean.
If for too long a moment, you dare to linger,
Then SPLAT! You'll get squashed by a finger!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Humans Being
Humans being
(off the twister soundtrack)
There is just enough christ in me
To make me feel almost guilty
Is that why God made us breed
To make us see were humans being
You break this, Ill break all that
You break my balls with all your crap
Spread your disease like lemmings breeding
Thats what makes us humans being
Shine on, shine on
Shine on, shine on
Some low life flat head scum infects
The sickness in his eyes reflects
You wonder why your life is screaming
Wonder why were humans being
Shine on, shine on
Shine on, shine on
Humans
Humans being
Were just humans, humans being
Thats what makes us
Humans being......
song performed by by Van Halen
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Machines
It's a Machine's world
Don't tell me I ain't got no soul
When the machines take over
It ain't no place for you and me.
They tell me I don't care
But deep inside I'm just a man
They freeze me they burn me
They squeeze me they stress me
With smoke-blackened pistons of steel they compress me
But no-one, but no-one, but no-one can wrest me away
Back to Humans.
We have no disease, no troubles of mind
No thank you please, no regard for the time
We never cry, we never retreat
We have no conception of love or defeat.
What's that Machine noise
It's bytes and megachips for tea
It's that Machine, boys
With Random Access Memory
Never worry, never mind
Not for money, not for gold.
It's software it's hardware
It's heartbeat is time-share
It's midwife's a disk drive
It's sex-life is quantised
It's self-perpetuating a parahumanoidarianised.
Back to Humans
Back to Humans.
Back to Machines.
Living in a new world
Thinking in the past
Living in a new world
How you gonna last
Machine world...
It's a Machine's world...
Change.
Back to Humans.
song performed by by Queen
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Machines (12" Remix Version)
It's a Machine's world
Don't tell me I ain't go a soul
When the machines take over
It ain't no place for you and me.
They tell me don't care
But deep inside I'm just a man
They freeze me they burn me
They squeeze me they stress me
With smoke-blackened pistons of steel they compress me
But no-one, but no-one, but no-one can wrest me away
Back to Humans.
"We have no disease, no trouble of mind
"We're fighting for peace, no regard for the time
"We never cry, we never retreat
"We have no conception of love of defeat."
What's tahat the Machine noise
It's bytes and megachips for tea
It's that Machine, boys
With Random Access Memory
Never worry, never mind
Not for money, not for gold.
It's software it's hardware
It's heartbeat is time-share
It's midwife's a disk drive
It's a sex-life is quantised
It's self-perpetuating a parahumanoidarianised.
Back to Humans
Back to Humans.
"Back to Machines."
Living in a new world
Thinking in the past
Living in a new world
How you gonna last
Machine world... it's a Machine's world...
"Change."
Back to Humans.
song performed by by Queen
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The thing we must do intensely is be human together. People are more important than things. We must get together. The best thing humans can have going for them is each other. We have each other. We must reject everything which humiliates us. Humans are not objects of consumption. We must develop an absolute priority of humans ahead of profit — any humans ahead of any profit. Then we will survive. … Together.
quote by Frank Herbert
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Squalor & Chips
My angel of the night
came down the stairs of morning
his hair, brown locks of greasiness,
his mouth, those sweet lips, yawning.
He stopped three steps from earth that day
and gazed at trainers in his way
and then as I began to pray,
stepped over and ignored them.
He took four steps across the room
he missed the cloth, the pan, the broom
and squashed cold chips, bare footed
upon the kitchen flooring!
Alas my fallen angel there,
sat his bottom on a chair
and sweeping hand through tousled hair,
ate his breakfast without care.
Without thought for chips all squashed,
flattened on that kitchen floor.
A floor so needy for a wash
as I exclaimed, "Oh my dear God! "
I found the mop, the bucket too
I cleaned the floor, mopped up the goo
and then I had a notion to,
but my angel wouldn't let me through.
Squashed chips on the kitchen floor
last nights washing up,
sticky table, dustbins full
and an empty coffee cup.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Hunting Humans (Lyrics)
Upon this threshold of disaster
The birth of the eleventh plague
The fires burn at night, I begin to doubt the smell of burning flesh
Will ever fade away
The touch of death is all around us
A thousand corpses block our way
A man-made germ makes almost everyone commit suicide
Just to rise and eat their dead
Night of the living Dead...
We're hunting humans
We're hunting humans
We're hunting humans
It's killing time every evening
I can't control this eerie feeling
An evil screaming in my head
I don't think I'll last the night
There is no cure
For this genocide
Or resurrection of the dead
Night of the living Dead...
We're hunting humans...
poem by Satan's Sibling
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Endless Greed
The greed of humans, haunts us all,
Till this very day, humans have not learn to share.
To those who have felt the sensation, even in the mall,
The chances of people feeling this sensation is very rare.
Though adults say we must give,
The question is, do they?
Some say we must give to live,
Though I know deep inside, the saying is not true, anyway.
Humans come from far and near,
Humans come from high and low.
Humans from different places,
Come to witness this tragedy.
On the day when humans no longer greed,
The world will finally be on it's feet.
The world can now walk freely,
As long as no one is greedy.
Poem by: Sora (Shaun)
poem by Sora Power Keeper
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What if Human Nature was Blind?
What if the gems found
Deep down underground
Had feelings about what humans do
Had feelings about me and you?
What if these precious stones cry
What if they scream out, asking why?
As they are taken and studied
For human want, not the need?
What if the humans could hear
And feel each and every tear
These gems let loose as they are pried
From the comfort of the Earth dried?
What if the humans choose to look away
Causing the gems to feel the dismay
As they are left to feel the pain
Of the humans weather, mostly the rain.
Well, the gems will break and be no more
The humans will have nothing left, to put in their store.
poem by Thamer Mager
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Wolfblood
She looks like a schoolgirl, but a dark secret she hides;
It is only in her own kind, that she feels able to confide.
Whenever there's a full moon, her human form morphs
Into the sleek and unmistakable form of a female wolf.
In human form, when feelings of anger take ahold,
Her eyes immediately flash the colour of liquid gold.
Whenever she feels threatened, she lets out a roar;
Her once brave assailants will then run away for sure.
With a face full of fury and her sharp teeth bared,
The humans about her feel both shocked and scared.
Her primal cravings for meat, she must learn to control;
She must learn how to pacify her true Wolfblood soul.
As she grows older, she has so many things to learn.
So many unanswered questions inside her still burn.
The blood of wolves pulses through her every vein;
Trying to keep such a secret, drives her almost insane.
As a wolf, all of her senses are suddenly heightened;
Her once heavy tread is now considerably lightened.
This teenage Wolfblood, and all those of her breed,
Can travel both field and forest at breakneck speed.
All night long, she has the freedom to run and play,
But, as a wolf, from humans, she must stay well away.
Unbeknown to her friends, she lives a double existence,
But from wild Wolfbloods, she must keep her distance.
Only her own kind, have ever witnessed her change:
If humans saw her shape-shift, they'd think it strange.
The rules of being a Wolfblood are extremely clear:
You must never totally transform when humans are near.
In the dead of night, her friends have heard her howls:
Little do any of them realise that it is one of their pals.
A relationship with teenage humans, she happily builds,
But it's vital that her closely guarded secret isn't revealed.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Let's Decide Lest He Decides
In the solar system, we live on this Earth
Where humans have born, humanity yet to take birth.
Of all forms, humans claim to be hero
But fanaticism of all kinds, make him big zero.
Terrorism and barbarism, still matters of big shame,
Put in the reverse gear all that humans claim.
Darwinism may give us some hope
"Natural Selection' takes its own course.
Again wait for millions of years,
Humans may get few cheers
Not without fears.
Remember your past
Mightiest forms were lost.
Giants like dinosaurs,
No body knows, were seen last.
If "struggle for existence and survival of the fittest", goes on,
Humans may become extinct when the process is still on.
Be quick! Let's decide,
Not to commit suicide
Lest He decides to dump
The whole 'man kind'.
If at all we have to fight,
Let's fight for the human rights,
And eliminate all those
Who put us
Where corners are tight
O! The LORD of this Earth,
Let the humanity take its birth,
Let race and religion not teach us hate,
Let the hate genes vanish or mutate.
Without humanity, let there be no humans,
Out of this hell, let us create the heavens
Promise, not to repeat this 11th day of September and 26th Novemeber,
Heinous act of these days, world will always remember
Who did it, hardly matters,
Humans did it all that matters.
Let him pay the price,
And shed tears for millions of years.
poem by Swadesh Chander Virmani
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From A Wasp...
I spotted your back door, gaping wide,
So I thought that I would come inside.
I was in the area, and thought I'd dropp by;
I often visit people: we wasps aren't shy.
Do you have anything nice for me to eat?
A sticky bun would go down a real treat!
I'm partial to a piece of cake, oozing with jam,
But I also like meat, especially honeyed ham.
I've only come for food - so, why all the alarm?
Breathe nice and deeply, and keep yourself calm!
I'd really appreciate it, if you could remain seated,
While my search of your premises, is duly completed.
I see that I now have your full attention;
Do I detect a certain amount of tension?
No! Don't do that! It makes me annoyed;
Upsetting me is something you should avoid.
There are sweet treats within in my view,
But they're all covered up! Well done you!
Though, I find all this, a little frustrating,
As for a sticky treat, I have been waiting.
Ooh! I detect a pleasant smell upon your skin,
And I can smell something nice in your bin.
What's that you're holding? A can of spray!
Actually, I was just going! Have a nice day!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Durer's Hare
Vivid
as Durer's hare
as if my eyes had drawn
each & every hair
knew personally
each strand
its coat moving softly
in the breeze
moving with the rhythm
of its breathing
a real live hare
an inch and an eternity away
hanging out with us
humans
as if we weren't humans
just
other hares
almost expecting him
to say hello
being with us
us being with him
upon a bank
of sunlight
as if we were
passangers
at a bus stop waiting
for a bus that never
comes
twitching a nostril
scratching itself
my uncle & I stare
as long as forever is
not moving
a muscle
as if were the only humans
in an animal's world
two living statues un-
-til...
with a blurr of speed
my uncle karated chopped it
the hare
instantly an animal
in a human's world
Durer's hare
nothing now but
a bubbling
in a stew pot
but still my living
work of art
as the sun loses its way
and as day becomes night
Always remember this
I thought
'Humans will always be humans! '
Even uncles!
i cried myself
to sleep that night
siding with the rabbits.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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From A Spider...
Human, human, stood all alone, in the room,
Watch me, while around your walls, I zoom!
That you have spotted me, it is all too clear,
As I see your face, suddenly fill with fear.
I get bored of just standing here all static;
Watch, while I do some clever acrobatics!
See how I can hang from this here beam;
Oh no! I never meant to make you scream!
I see that you can only walk upon the floor;
Well, I can do walls, ceilings, and a lot more.
For a while, I was hanging over your head;
I hung from the ceiling, just above your bed.
Upon me, your eyes appear to be super-glued;
I detect that you are not in the best of moods.
You seem to want to keep me within your sight;
I'm tiny, compared to you; why take such fright?
I'm a good runner: I'm extremely fast,
And you'll never catch me in that glass.
I'll happily give humans the run-around;
I'll crawl into a crevice, never to be found.
I'd feel happier if you just left me alone,
So, that, around your home, I can roam.
Now then, I'm really not trying to be rude,
But I really must go, and find some food.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Time To Fight Back
The humans were encroaching on their hunting ground.
They'd have to send a dire message, which would be found.
They didn't want to fight or start a deadly war.
They were only three Shewolves, but were used to gore.
The humans always came in groups of two or more.
To kill just one human would be a grueling chore.
They tracked and they stalked for the perfect time to strike.
The humans all looked, moved, conversed and smelled alike.
They stunk, built fires, and trashed the ancient hunting ground.
Some stayed riverside, precious gold was to be found.
That was the venue to attack the greedy crews.
They didn't need more reasons to light their short fuse.
At night was the best time for a killing attack.
They needed to be cunning and not leave a track.
They didn't fear these beings, to fail was to die.
They had to fight for what was theirs, or at least try.
They waited for a waning moon for this great feat.
Strike with cruel force and like lightning, Death they must cheat.
They crept with stealth; soon the two miners were in sight.
They slept sound, without the smallest tremor of fright.
The trio struck quickly, and took one by the throat.
They drug him to the river and knew he would float.
It was a soundless kill, and the other slept on.
He awoke in the dawn with a stretch and a yawn.
He called for his partner and longtime hunting mate.
He wasn't worried yet, in his slow sleepy state.
While cooking breakfast he began to worry some.
He looked around now, and spotted a severed thumb.
There was no other sign of a struggle in camp.
Now the sweat started to bead, and his hands grew damp.
He grabbed his loaded rifle and a bunch of shells.
He wouldn't give up without many shouts and yells.
Weeks would be gone, before the lone miner was through.
He packed their belongings, and loaded their canoe.
He took the single thumb, now long turned grey and hard.
He would keep this memento, his mind always scarred.
Their home was filled with the smell of flesh quite rotten.
The miners were gone now, but never forgotten.
Hunting and stalking and killing were their real knack.
Now was the place, and now was the Time to Fight Back.
poem by J.B. LeBuert
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What Makes Us Human
I believe ability makes us intelligent, it distinguishes us from animals
I believe all have the ability to learn, to create art, to love
I believe we can let our ability go to waste, or we can let it flourish
I believe our ability that makes us human is our intelligence and good judgement
I believe many choose to ignore this ability and rely on animalistic instinct
I believe some humans treat animals better than humans
I believe to make this world peaceful we need to let our abilities flourish
It is curious that many people advocate humane treatment for animals, but treat actual humans inhumanely
poem by Lenore Lee
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Man is in Heaven
Where is my house in heaven?
Is the mocking going on,
When the heavenly rage has become zero?
Truly the heresy has its faults,
And the apostate can argue with sin,
A sinful man or woman.
Too many times the leader of humans
Is against all lusts of humans,
And the living has happened all the time.
Humans have a right as much as Man,
And you offer Him a place in heaven
If you soon think he is good and ten too good.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Race For The Prize
Two scientists were racing
For the good of all mankind
Both of the side by side
So Determined
Locked in heated battle
For the cure that is their prize
But it's so dangerous
But they're determined
Theirs is to win
If it kills them
They're just humans
With wives and children
Upwards to the vanguard
Where the pressure is too high
Under the microscope
Hope against hope
Forging for the future
But to sarcrifice their lives
Both of them side by side
So determined
Theirs is to win
If it kills them
They're just humans
With wives and children
Theirs is to win
It will kill them
They're just humans
With wives and children
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Treecreepers
Elusive birds them one don't often see
Treecreepers build their cup shaped nest of bark behind loose bark of tree
From predators concealed and hidden away
And pinkish spotted eggs the female lay.
Shy woodland birds of humans they show respectful fear
They climb tree trunks in search of insects and when human to them venture near
Of the tree trunk they disappear to the other side
Of watchers eyes they'd much prefer to hide.
They will never be renowned as birds of song
Though their familiar chirps one hardly could get wrong
The ornithologists and bird watchers on studying them don't spend much of their time
And they seldom have inspired the poets to rhyme.
From the day they leave the nest until the day they die
From ground up they climb the tree and then to the next tree fly
To climb again in search of invertebrates such things they like to eat
They must have great strength in their tiny feet
In wooded places they like to reside
And from predators their cup shaped nest they hide
Shy little birds when human to them venture near
To the other side of the tree trunk they disappear.
poem by Francis Duggan
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That's Where The Good Stuff Is
Self gratification, taking pleasure in such a sensation.
We are but humans with desires and needs.
Put it in the back of your mind and keep lying to yourself.
Dirty deeds.
Say it don't exist.
Another right wing fundamentalist
God says it's wrong according the good book.
Fairy tales that been twisted and manipulated to a humans need for control.
Rewritten over and over again.
Slowly things change.
Another acceptance down the drain.
Spill the wine, it'll be okay if you leave a stain.
Who are we but interpreters of what god really wants from us.
Each attaches himself to a different meaning.
So deceiving
I will not lie to myself about the way I feel ever.
It just not in me.
I am an open book please read.
Oh start on chapter 16
That's where the good stuff is.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Home
(charlie smalls)
Think of home
Home
When I think of home
I think of a place where theres love overflowing
I wish I was home
I wish I was back there with the things I been knowing
Wind that makes the tall trees bend into leaning
Suddenly the snowflakes that fall have a meaning
Sprinklin the scene, makes it all clean
Maybe theres a chance for me to go back there
Now that I have some direction
It would sure be nice to be back home
Where theres love and affection
And just maybe I can convince time to slow up
Giving me enough time in my life to grow up
Time be my friend, let me start again
Suddenly my world has changed its face
But I still know where Im going
I have had my mind spun around in space
And yet Ive watched it growing
If youre listning god
Please dont make it hard to know
If we should believe in the things that we see
Tell us, should we run away
Should we try and stay
Or would it be better just to let things be?
Living here, in this brand new world
Might be a fantasy
But it taught me to love
So its real, real to me
And Ive learned
That we must look inside our hearts
To find a world full of love
Like yours
Like me
Like home...
song performed by by Diana Ross
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