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What Can We Do?

at their best, there is gentleness in Humanity.
some understanding and, at times, acts of
courage
but all in all it is a mass, a glob that doesn't
have too much.
it is like a large animal deep in sleep and
almost nothing can awaken it.
when activated it's best at brutality,
selfishness, unjust judgments, murder.

poem by Charles Bukowski
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Sleepwalkin'

Someone sucked me
late last evening
And it was time to make a change
And i Wonder
am i too late
am i too far a strange
For what i have been doin for all of these years
Sleepwalkin' Sleepwalkin' Slee-ee-eepwalkin'
Sleepwalkin' Sleepwalkin' Slee-ee-eepwalkin'
I have so few good memories
somethings terably wrong
As a singer singing badly
As he tries to sing the wrong song
Look what i have been doing all of these years
Sleepwalkin' Sleepwalkin' Slee-ee-eepwalkin'
Sleepwalkin' Sleepwalkin' Slee-ee-eepwalkin'
Something moving in the light
Something spoke to me and said

song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Animal Boy

Gonna kill and destroy
I'm not an Animal Boy
Why don't they understand
I'm not an ape man

Don't have brain damage
I'm not an a wild savage
Don't push me around
Don't bring my head down

Animal Boy
Animal Boy
Animal Boy

I'm not an imbecile
Don't treat me like an animal
I'm not a creature in the zoo
Don't tell me what to do

Animal Boy
Animal Boy
Animal Boy

You don't know what it's like
You don't know how I feel
I don't have a monkey's brain
I'm not an animal

You can't lock me in a cage
This ain't the Stoneage
Better get out of my way
Someone's gonna have to pay

Animal boy
Animal boy
Animal boy
Animal boy

song performed by by Ramones from Animal Boy
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While Humanity Sleeps

While humanity sleeps
The animal creeps
Stealthily in the night
Searching for a fight
Savage beasts howl
Hungry for a soul
Blood-curdling screams
Infiltrate man's dreams
The animal is weeping
Humanity is still sleeping

poem by Lauren Joy
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New Animal

Neither a part of the teeming herds
nor a rebel without cause,
Not one who is driven solely by ego,
the need to slay others in insecure wars.
There's a new animal in the jungle,
A different sub-species of human,
Forged from fires of love, compassion & courage,
with purpose being the best & noblest in us to champion

He sees the pain, feels the sadness,
that permeates post modernity,
self-obsessed, prepossessing drive,
that's disguised as individuality.
This new animal's in the jungle,
Well-connected & concerned is he,
He seeks the best in himself,
to strive for the best of all humanity.

He is not indifferent
to negativity or sufferings,
Nor has he renounced this world,
Fed up of all material things,
This new animal rejoices in the jungle,
Leaps out of despair,
Born afresh as spirit, divinity,
Spurred by ambition & desire,
He is of great heart & vitality.

Swift as a tiger,
Like a lion, is he strong,
Freed from self-imposed shackles,
None external can do him wrong.
With a mighty roar, signals his arrival,
Of courage & conviction, there is no dearth.
This new animal's primed to take on,
Everything on this Earth.

poem by Sriram Ramesh
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Acronymn of Courage

C is for confidence in yourself, but not excessively.
O is for openess: Don't be afraid to be yourself, and shine in your own way
U is for understanding: God understands what you are going through
R is for remember - God is always there for you, and He will NEVER leave
A is for awesome, 'cause you are, and God thinks so too
G is for gentleness; Make use of your words to brighten someone's day,
E is for endurence; run the race which God has placed you in-live 4 God

Courage, dear heart.

poem by Macy Dvirnak
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Animal

On reflection, it was not all wine on the wall
It was not all cuts and bruises
Or the pulling out of hair
And the bloodying of nose
And the tearing off of clothes, although
It was really animal, truly animal
There were times when there was absolute compassion in the air
Though it was really animal, truly animal
It could not compare to times we cared
And were in control and less emotional
While the intellect controls the spiritual
The animal respects whats natural
Ying and yang control mans actions
And both extremes are a natural reaction
It was really animal, truly animal,
Well there were times when there was absolute compassion in the air
On reflection it was not all crash and bang
Broken bottles and abuse
Sometimes there were sunsets on the sands
Holding onto caring hands
But there were vampire fangs
As the angels sang
It was ying and yang, oh yeah
It was truly natural, though it was really animal
In a sense it fell into a truly natural romance
Oh yeah,
It was really animal, truly animal
There were times when there was absolute compassion in the air
True love, true love, true love is really animal

song performed by by Kinks
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Bomb Blast

BOMB BLAST
Man is a social animal,
But where remains the social customs,
Only he has become animal,
And much more than animal,
No animal kills another,
Man is blasting all customs and rituals,
By killing innocent weaponless persons,
Man has progressed so much,
That he is controlled by remote control,
There are only blasts and blasts
And no humanity

poem by Dr. Ram Sharma
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Flesh Worship Beast

I become a hungry wolf for flesh.
Shopping around for each ondulating form.
Animal searching for a prey.
Let me taste you and go inside.
A bonafide fascination leaves me wanting for more.
Despicable acts of nature.
Lowering my humanity
Animalistic I've been told.

poem by Jack Rivas
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Coffee Courage

The bitter coffee kicked;
I shook and then I licked
My lips and gave a sigh.

Shattered eyes encouraged,
I nearly had envisaged
Waking up an eye.

Another sip; a jolt –
Not unlike a bolt
Of wattage from the mains.

My sockets under strain,
I tried it once again:
Aha! The light, the searing white –
My God, the bloody pain!

Courage, courage, coffee courage,
Courage, courage, courage,
Courage, courage, coffee courage,
Courage, courage, courage,

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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With sickening violence

They are deep,
but not deep enough,
the blackness is still within.
The crimson pours,
but the void is untouched,
Will I ever be rid of it?
It is throughout me,
I can feel it,
churning
just beneath the surface,
so why can't I reach it?
It shies away from the blade
like a cowering animal,
afraid of the light,
only that it is not a cowering animal,
It is a mass,
a strength,
a rage,
a beast
vicious and rabid,
squatting on it's rippling haunches
Waiting.
Waiting.
For a moment
a precise yet inevitable moment
to explode
in anger
to kill me with sickening violence
and abandon
the fetid
decaying
corpse
it has reduced
me
to.

poem by Amy J Richardson
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Dinosaur lover

the land reverberates
with the loud squel of the
dinosaur

'So you also value love.
Love however small moves.'
the boy pats the head of
the large large creature

the animal squels again
the boy cries and tells
the dinosaur to look after
himself

'Be careful, there are lots
of others out there who
are dangerous be careful, '
the boy keeps repeating
to the animals.

then he wipes the tears of his
eyes and says to the animal
'May God bless you, saur'

he walks away feeling better

the land reverberates with
the animal's squel of contentment,
comfort

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Mirror,

the mirror,
the mirror behind me,
the picture that can never change,
profanity is not my name,
behind me is the worldwide mirror of the eagle,
picture me in my eyes,
then what did you see,
humanity made me perceive like these,
many say they are true but liers,

This is the new understanding of the mirror,
Picture I and see what you see,
This is me with my picture,
Since humanity is never seeing the new understanding,
What is our purpose on earthly dwelling,
Forget the attacks,
They refused to protect me,
Picture history in the mirror,
Then I realised I can never change the spiritual world,
You must be understanding what you did to me.

poem by Maxim Muyu
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Sometimes I cannot cry

Sometimes I cannot cry
while others round me weep
and sometimes life claims
that a man must be a rock
in times of sorrow,
which doesn’t say
that I do not feel
and experience emotions.

At times the silent understanding
is a way of going on
and silence a way of crying.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Masaccre

The most horrible crime against humanity is...

The butchery of innocent victims

slaughtered in hundreds without mercy.

This carnage of humans

evident annihilation of the weak.

Mass murder is executed by terrorists;

masterminded by dictators who order the mass execution.

The weapons of mass destruction if employ

will ensure bloodbath of the populace.

poem by Marvin Brato Sr
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Is Anything Too Small For Science?

Is anything too small for science?
What is too small?

Must we discipline our understanding
from the stereotype of life:

Am is man...
Man is animal...
Animal is water... Water

(Birds fly out of that dream of
sea mirrors heaving in a fog)

... is stars too small for science;
which
if they ever burn at all
are still only the sput, the shards, and the seconds
in the manufactory
of lovers’ acts and merely lovers’ dreams.

Ask of truth and truth is always
ships
fullspeed ahead.

Science then takes on to be
the Jupiter for little heads who
would make science of Jupiter.
welladay!

I know the earth is never prettier
than potters make it.

poem by Edward Wright Haile
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The world changes materially. Science makes advances in technology and understanding. But the world of humanity doesn't change.

quote by Pierre Schaeffer
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The great mass of women throughout history have been confined to the cultural level of animal life in providing the male with sexual outlet and exercising the animal functions of reproduction and care of the young.

quote by Kate Millett
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Longing For The 'Mother'!

humanity's problems with distance and seperation,
are to a large degree due to the shift in ancient
times from a matriarchal society, to a patriarchal
society...
in doing so we lost the intimate connection between
the child and the mother... the senses of gentleness,
tenderness, sensuality, and awe... we lost the sense
of home....
as a patriarchal society, we react to feelings we cant
control by declaring war, by invading, by conquering.
our built in insecurities cause us to take, to violently
take, and yet to never be filled.
our god becomes as violent, and judgemental, as our
own images....
we search for wisdom in building, acquiring, all the while
pounding our chests... but our chests are empty!
the longing and the lostness we feel is for the 'mother'...
the god that has intimate conversations with trees is lost!
the god that is wind is feared...
and so we fear death!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Bars

He paces the space off
between the bars,
draws a cigarette out of his ass
and a match
that is hidden beneath the mattress
which he draws against a cement floor
and the match lights up
and in ecstasy
he draws in the marijuana fumes.

Just now somebody
are going to enter him from behind
in the shower
and he tries
to get it out of his thoughts
and thinks about the Vaseline
with which he is going
to wipe his body glowing
and suddenly the cigarette tastes bitter
and like a animal in zoo
he is caught and caged in

and monotony eats through his humanity
and he count while he measures his paces,
do a few push ups
and forces a grin
as he thinks that a hero character would have

l’Envoi
but the longing for drugs
is already in him
and to be bound to it
is another kind of penalty, a jail
where no light ever comes
that is making him an animal
who acts irrationally
waiting for the next fix.

poem by Gert Strydom
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First Song

The field has retreated,
seeing man's
convulsive charge.

What an abyss is laid bare
between the olive tree and man!

The animal who sings,
the animal who knows
how to weep and grow roots,
has remembered his claws.

Claws that he dressed up
in gentleness and flowers
but which, in the end, he bares
in all his cruelty.

They crackle on my hands:
Keep away from them, boy.
Or I will plunge them
into your little body.

I've regressed into a tiger.
Keep away or I'll tear you apart.

These days, love is death,
and ma lies in ambush for man.

poem by Miguel Hernandez
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