The Testimony Of Light
Our life is a fire dampened, or a fire shut up in stone.
--Jacob Boehme, De Incarnatione Verbi
Outside everything visible and invisible a blazing maple.
Daybreak: a seam at the curve of the world. The trousered legs of the women
shimmered.
They held their arms in front of them like ghosts.
The coal bones of the house clinked in a kimono of smoke.
An attention hovered over the dream where the world had been.
For if Hiroshima in the morning, after the bomb has fallen,
is like a dream, one must ask whose dream it is. {1}
Must understand how not to speak would carry it with us.
With bones put into rice bowls.
While the baby crawled over its dead mother seeking milk.
Muga-muchu {2}: without self, without center. Thrown up in the sky by a wind.
The way back is lost, the one obsession.
The worst is over.
The worst is yet to come.
1--...is the question asked by Peter Schwenger in Letter Bomb.
Nuclear Holocaust and the Exploding Word.
2--...is from Robert Jay Lifton's Death in Life: Survivors of Hiroshima.
poem by Carolyn Forché
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It was because of my deep concerns about nuclear weapons that I went to Hiroshima. And then I was astounded in Hiroshima to find that nobody had really studied it.
quote by Robert Jay Lifton
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At Hiroshima's rock
I had to do a project on Hiroshima for school and I came across a poem about helping the victims at Hiroshima. That one poem inspired me to go and write this about a victim of Hiroshima.
P.S. For those of you who don't know the Enola gay was the plane that bombed Hiroshima
In solitude I walk
Down at Hiroshima’s rock
With the wind at my back
The sky itself was jet black
As I walk
At Hiroshima’s rock
I, the white soldier
Down at Hiroshima’s rock I watch
Waiting on the world
Something will occur
For if nothing were to happen
The world would just arrest
As I walk
At Hiroshima’s rock
I, the white soldier
I hope for the best
But hoping has done nothing
It has killed my friends
It has destroyed my country
As I walk
At Hiroshima’s rock
I, the white soldier
I knew the war was on
All our support had been withdrawn
Peace was on the way
This could well be the last day
We all just want this to be over
As I walk
At Hiroshima’s rock
I, the white soldier
I saw in the distance
The gray Enola gay
I knew right then
The war wasn’t over
As I was running to the ground
I saw little boy fall from the sky
I saw a huge flash of light
Then, I saw no more
As I walked
At Hiroshima’s rock
I, the dead soldier
poem by Dillon Crawford
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My First Poem
I lost somewhere before u dream,
I lost somewhere before u dream.
D day u dream d day I lost,
D day u dream d day I lost
Its d day d dream come true
I lost in woods d fire beneath
Dreaming the eyes d dream come true,
D day u dream d day I lost,
I lost in world d world of souls,
No matter what u wear, what u eat,
It only matters what u did what u think,
I lost somewhere before u dream,
I lost somewhere before u dream.
D day u dream d day I lost,
Opens d heart in soul rest mind,
Opens d sky as a sapphire of life,
No more bondings,
No more relations,
No more feels,
No more heals,
No more limits,
No more hopes,
D day I become an independent being
Its d day d dream come true,
D day u dream d day I lost,
I lost somewhere before u dream,
I lost somewhere before u dream……
poem by Imnt Alive
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From The End Of The World
Oh you, youre so hard to get to
Oh you, you dont wanna play
You were no better before
I sent a letter before
I sent a dream to last night
From the end of the world.
Oh you, you keep me hanging round & round & round & round
Oh you, look at the trouble Ive found
You were no better before
I sent a letter before
I sent a dream to you last night
From the end of the world.
I saw you last night, but you couldnt answer
You were a lonely little sidewalk dancer
When I woke up I could not stand it
You were gone, but I got to hand it to you.
Dream to you last night
From the end of the world.
Oh please, if this is a game I wish someone would win
Please, just let her fly to be upon the wind
You were no better before
I sent a letter before
I sent a dream to you baby last night
From the end of the world.
You were no better before
I sent a letter before
I sent a dream to you baby last night
From the end of the world.
I sent a dream to you baby, last night
From the end of the world
I sent a dream to you, babe
From the end of the world.
I sent a dream...
To you baby...
From the end of the world.
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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visiting Hiroshima
1>Peace Memorial Museum.
two buildings
the museum surveys the history of Hiroshima
and the advent of the nuclear bomb.
main focus August 6; the dropping of the bomb
and its outcome in human suffering
personally it upset me
2.Cenotaph for the A-Bomb Victims
Between the Museum
and the A-Bomb Dome
an arched tomb
for those who died
because
initial blast
and then
of exposure to radiation
3. The Register
Below the arch is a stone chest
holding a register
of these names,
there
are over 220,000
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dream On
Dream on baby, dream on
They might never seem to come true,
But dream on, baby, dream on.
Cause you never know when one will find you.
Dream on baby, dream on.
Though the critics and sceptics cry,
Dream on you will, baby, dream on.
Cause one day you'll be waving them goodbye.
Dream on baby, dream on,
There's a reason that we have dreams.
Dream on baby, dream on.
You'll catch some dreams, though far away they seem.
Dream on, baby, dream on.
No, you probably won't get every one,
But isn't that what dreams are for?
Dreams, they propel us to leap out and have fun.
Dreams, where we run to who-knows-where,
Where we do things we can only imagine.
Dreams, where we find solace in times of despair:
Where ordinary men become legends.
Dreams breath life into our bodies,
Give us purpose in our life, carry us on,
Carry us on through the toughest time,
When all glimmer of hope is gone.
So shut your door, tuck yourself in,
Turn out the lights, and dream away.
Life's tough, now's time to escape awhile.
Time to dream about a happier day.
Dream on, baby, dream on.
Dreams come true,
So dream on.
One day, they'll find you.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Hiroshima Peace Park...
as if A-bomb victims
were a dream
haiku by Chenou Liu
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Back In Your Arms Again
(from the video blood brothers)
You said once I was your treasure, and I saw your face in every store
The promises we make at night, oh thats all they are
Unless we fill them with faith and love theyre emty as a howlin wind.
Now darlin I just wanna be
Back in your arms, back in your arms again..
Back in your arms, back in your arms again.
Back in your arms, back in your arms again.
You came to me with love and kindness, but all my life Ive been a prisoner
Of my own blindness
I met you with indifference, and I dont know why.
Now I wake from my dream, I wake from my dream to this world.
Where all the shadow and darkness and a dark sky unfurls.
And all the love Ive thrown away and lost, honey Im longing for again.
Now theres nothing that I wouldnt do if I could be
Back in your arms, back in your arms again.
Back in your arms, back in your arms again.
Back in your arms, back in your arms again.
Back in your arms
(alternative firstverse)
In my dream my love was lost, I lived by luck and faith.
I carried you inside of me, and praied it wouldnt be to late.
Now Im standin on this empty road, where nothin moves but the wind...
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Nuclear War
Nuclear War, the terror of the world,
Enough to destroy all life and world,
While nuclear war breaks, all terribly die,
Even the creatures that crawl to the birds those fly.
Nuclear war is the agent of death,
In its cruel seize, no life ever breathe,
Once it catches, countries do go dead,
As in world war, Hiroshima almost did.
It brings loss and terror ever never told,
To stop it, all people need to be bold,
And love each other, be it win or loss,
For, nuclear war means humanity's loss.
poem by Pratheek Praveen
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A Dream Away
A dream away
Five in the mornin, all alone in your room
Door locked tight, private moon
No faces to face, no one to blame
Nonexistent inside this frame
(? ) take it on the run
Oo, yeah take it on the run
Uh yeah
Theres a cheetah walkin high
Liquid whispers, dragonfly
Charleston booties on painted toes
Drop the knot ivory soul
(? ) take it on the run
Oo yeah, take it on the run
Oo yeah, take it on the run
Because the good life is just a dream away
I said the good life is just a dream awaaaay
Choke emotion, all lose control
Chicken encounters fill your bowls
The lonely crowd is decomposed
Lost obsession, future froze
Well, take it on the run
Oo yeah, take it on the run
Oo yeah, take it on the run
Take it on the run
Take it on the run
Take it on the run
Take it
Cause the good life is just a dream away
Yeah, oo the good good life is just a dream away
Oo, oh well the good good good good life is just a dream away
Just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream, dream away
(? ) the good good good good life
The good life is just a dream away
Just a dream
Just a dream
Dream away
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song performed by by Cars
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They Say...
They say dreams never do come true..
But they are wrong, I say they do
I dream of violence, I dream of hurt
I dream of children, they live in dirt
I dream of you, I dream of me
I dream of how this was never meant to be
I dream of my feelings, I dream of my thoughts
I dream of these things, I dream of them lots
I dream of my loved ones, I dream of the dead
I dream of these thoughts, exploding my head
I dream of you yelling, I dream of you crying
I dream of you hiding, I dream of you lying
I dream of you hurting, I dream of you shutting me out of your life
I dream of the of the only one I can trust, I dream of my knife.
They say dreams never do come true,
But they are wrong, I say they do.
poem by Cheyanne Whien
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They say dreams never do come true.
They say dreams never do come true..
But they are wrong, I say they do
I dream of violence, I dream of hurt
I dream of children, they live in dirt
I dream of you, I dream of me
I dream of how this was never meant to be
I dream of my feelings, I dream of my thoughts
I dream of these things, I dream of them lots
I dream of my loved ones, I dream of the dead
I dream of these thoughts, exploding my head
I dream of you yelling, I dream of you crying
I dream of you hiding, I dream of you lying
I dream of you hurting, I dream of you shutting me out of your life
I dream of the of the only one I can trust, I dream of my knife.
They say dreams never do come true,
But they are wrong, I say they do.
poem by Sylvi Hart
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Looking Dark
As the tree covered by his own bark,
The truest and invisible site of our character is 'dark'.
It also covers our life; more than light,
It remains with us even in bright; as shadow,
If it is not there than the life becomes a room without any door and window.
Born in dark, sleep in dark and
Death in dark; emotions also comes in dark......
That's true, we get the techniques to be sharp; only in dark.
What is dark?
It is the most hard mark of life,
Of its own type, and never get removed instead we sacrifice our life,
Because it is not worst or bad but it is the shed which always keep our self out from the worst,
Unless we become lost...
In this untidy world.
Dark has many kinds, it is what?
Answer revolves around the human's mind.
If it is dirty, on one could clean it.
Or if it is clean, everyone could seen; this dream.
Because when the dark becomes visible....
Than human its self got the power of double.....
So please try to see your own dark......
poem by Prateek Khard
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My One Last Dream
One last dream of rejecting your protective arms...
One last dream of harm...
One last dream of never changing...
One last dream of never being held...
One last dream of no objection...
One last dream of a scarful you...
One last dream of no summer dew...
One last dream self injury...
One last dream of our own little theory...
One last dream of being six feet under soil...
One last dream of a lost soul...
One last dream of pulling a trigger...
One last dream of having a power that’s bigger...
One last dream of never needing help...
poem by Crystal Fuller
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Pick Up The Bones
Collecting pieces of my family
In an old pillow case
This one has a skull
But it don't have a face
These look like the arms of father so strong
And the ring on this finger
Means my Grandma is gone
Here's some legs in a cloud
Where my sister once played
Here's some mud made of blood
And these teeth are decayed
The ear of my brother
The hand of a friend
And I just can't
Put them back together again
Pick up the bones
And set them on fire
Follow the smoke going higher and higher
Pick up the bones
And wish them goodnight
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light
There are stains on the floor
Where kitchen once stood
There are ribs on the fire place
Mixed with the wood
There are forces in the air
Ghosts in the wind
Some bullets in the back
And some scars on the skin
There were demons with guns
Who marched through this place
Killing everything that breathed
They're an inhuman race
There are holes in the walls
Bloody hair on the bricks
And the smell of this hell
Is making me sick
Pick up the bones
And set them on fire
Follow the smoke going higher and higher
Pick up the bones
And wish them goodnight
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light
Pick up the bones
And set them on fire
Follow the scope going higher and higher
Pick up the bones
And wish them goodnight
Pray them a prayer and turn out the light
Now maybe someday
The suns gonna shine
Flowers will bloom
And all will be fine
But nothing will grow
On this burnt cursive ground
Cuz the breathe of the death
Is the only sound
song performed by by Alice Cooper from Brutal Planet
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Dear Dream
Dear Dream
Dear dream it always start like you
A simple dream to start my day, dear dream
This morning I dream of greatness, dear dream
I remember waking up in the world of glory, dear dream
It was a wishful world full of rich color even though it always start out in black and white
Dear dream, I have experience the most wonderful thing this morning
Dear dream, I have witness my eyes change color this morning
Dear dream, I have seem a colorful road with turn
A road that lead to a shinning castle, a castle that show its color through a shooting fire
Dear dream, the castle stood as the only beautiful picture in front of me
My eyes are shatter with firework shooting in and out of the picture
Dear dream I was in peace
My mind is in a field of glory, wondering in the light of greatness
Dear dream, good morning and yah I am awake
poem by Robert Otim
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Become A Person Of Value: Vote Peace
It was Albert Einstein who said
'Try not to become a man of success,
but rather try to become a man of value.'
I forgive my humble point, fail to see value,
in nations press gang forcing their top league
nuclear physicists into race creating insane;
weapons of mass destruction to obliterate
foreign flag civilian cites filled with victim
men women children military maps targeted;
propaganda sold to herd morons tax supporting,
believing in first strike winnable nuclear holocaust.
'M.A.D. not meaning insane but Mutual Assured
Destruction.20 megatons a bomb equals
a thousand Hiroshima's.' Manhattan Project
Trinity Test Gadget plutonium bomb atop;
a 100-foot tower is ghost nuclear nightmare haunting
threatening human race survival doomed to 'dumb'
prepared (deep underground military bunkers) elite;
classified selected citizens living in new age cities,
your plebs tax dollar paid for, never knew existed?
Hide in earthquake proof caves below molten seas.
War sick skull & bones millions of dollars a minute
industry playing Russian Roulette with Peacemaker
nuclear Missiles political leadership new world order!
I reaffirm what I proclaimed in 1984 world vision.
'Bacteria, from millions of unburied dead,
produce all manner of admirable epidemics.
Your immune system - ruined by radiation
you are at merciless mercy of horrific plagues.
The luckless living envy the ashen dead.'
It was Albert Einstein who said
'Try not to become a man of success,
but rather try to become a man of value.'
I think I'm onto it, victims of vision dreams, live this formula.
It is wrong to stockpile play with arsenals of nuclear weapons!
Illuminati kill peacemakers Gandhi, Malcolm X, Doctor King.
'The flash of the president's pen
deals with the life of men.
Starting a war settling a score
all happens so far away.
(Invasion Iraq Afghanistan Libya
puppet oil wars killing your sons.)
Why gamble your life away
why drink into the grave
why sign the death of an age?
It takes a man to say he's wrong
a man to stop the bomb;
any imbecile can push a button.'
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Rising
Cant see nothin in front of me
Cant see nothin coming up behind
I make my way through this darkness
I cant feel nothing but this chain that binds me
Lost track of how far Ive gone
How far Ive gone, how high Ive climbed
On my backs a sixty pound stone
On my shoulder a half mile of line
Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight
Left the house this morning
Bells ringing filled the air
Wearin the cross of my calling
On wheels of fire I come rollin down here
Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight
Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li
Theres spirits above and behind me
Faces gone black, eyes burnin bright
May their precious blood bind me
Lord, as I stand before your fiery light
Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li
I see you mary in the garden
In the garden of a thousand sighs
Theres holy pictures of our children
Dancin in a sky filled with light
May I feel your arms around me
May I feel your blood mix with mine
A dream of life comes to me
Like a catfish dancin on the end of my line
Sky of blackness and sorrow ( a dream of life)
Sky of love, sky of tears (a dream of life)
Sky of glory and sadness ( a dream of life)
Sky of mercy, sky of fear ( a dream of life)
Sky of memory and shadow ( a dream of life)
Your burnin wind fills my arms tonight
Sky of longing and emptiness (a dream of life)
Sky of fullness, sky of blessed life
Come on up for the rising
Come on up, lay your hands in mine
Come on up for the rising
Come on up for the rising tonight
Li,li, li,li,li,li, li,li,li
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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The Dream Of I
so peaceful and quite the endless sky
the burden i carry how did it come by after
all i did was a dream to fly
A dream so navie so hug to die
so helpless and weak a dream like it
the world is to big for a dream like mine
to busy with the life's that pass it by
farwell my dream, today i shall die
no longer am i a dreamer 'causes dreams are for the weak
for now a days i wish to dream another dream
'cause forever you seek and question why
so many dreams like you have to die
farwell my dream, THE DREAM OF I! ! ! ! !
Who Is With The Bomb?
Where is it?
It is over here! !
Where is it?
It is over there! !
It has occured again and,
Who is with the bomb?
It is over here an there and,
Who is playing with the bomb?
It has destroyed many and,
It is still destroying us daily;
But, who is with the bomb?
Right from creation till now,
We have been destroying ourselves!
With bombs here and there;
But, when are we going to learn?
We do advance on in life but,
We still have the bombs in our hands;
Who really is with the bomb today? !
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb! ! !
With the atomic bombs alike to kill us all;
Now, the nuclear race is at hand.
Who is with the bomb?
With arsenals and nuclear war heads;
After two thousand years of history,
We still cannot learn from our mistakes.
Here and there with the manufacturing plants,
We still go to conferences thinking of stopping it;
But, should we have no fear of the Atomic Energy? !
A nuclear rat-race,
The arm-race of weapons!
Two thousand years of history could not be wiped away.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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