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The Truth

The truth, it comes through
as the sun shines through the blinds
to the darker days my mind rewinds
to see the pain and misery of how this place used to be
I look up to the cross on the wall and thank God I'm free
say I'm a catholic but still I question my belief
cause I knew a man of charity who became a thief
they say...
'times a great healer and you can turn over a new leaf'
but I can still see the scars on the heart of his mothers grief.

You say you know the road? I tell you, you don't know the street
your not knowing what its like so your in the lane, you hide
from a central fight with the broken homes on either side
'he was in the thick of it'. It was so stupid. He died.
And she committed suicide, and we say...
'if only we knew how she felt...
if only we could have gave her; our help'.
We're invading strangers when we're at war with ourself,
while we confuse the difference with a rich man and a rich man with wealth.

You look at someone elses position
and decide that if you were on their mission, you would do better
I would hate to be the one who writes about a fallen soldier
I wouldn't know how to word it to a mother
I would hate to ever have to send that letter.

Peoples circumstances can become so bad that they have to steal
but heres my argument...
there is millions of tax fraud in parliament
and still you would have to rob a bank with a gun and a clan for it to be real
its alright saying we would do it different but we don't how other people feel.

We can all vote for the promises that are made
but are the political partys going to party, or actually aid?
we're all the same,
but do rich and poor actually make the sanctions?
Its two sided even though we live in homes and they live in mansions
the BBC shows us mud huts
the sharpest knife isn't a blade, its when the love cuts.

The world was once together until we came and claimed different lands
I see rappers who rap about society, like no one understands
they say...
'they don't understand any more'
but we've always understood and we'll always understand
but we all, we just choose to ignore, the truth.

poem by Daniel McCann
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I Hate It

I hate how I loved you
I hate how I felt
I hate everything you said
That made my heart melt

I hate what you did
I hate how I hurt
I hate how you left me
Alone to die in the dirt

I hate how you said you loved me
I hate that I thought it was true
I hate that I let my wall down
And let myself fall in love with you

I hate how I was so stupid
I hate that I fell so hard
I hate how I let you in
And watched you steal my heart

I hate how much you put me through
I hate how much I cried
I hate that I don't understand
Why you had to lie

I hate how I try to hate you
I hate it that I can't
I hate it that I miss you
Even though you don't

I hate how I still love you
I hate how I still care
But most of all I hate it
That you are no longer here

poem by Alycia Forbes
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I Hate How Much I Love You

 I hate how I loved you
I hate how I felt
I hate everything you said
That made my heart melt

I hate what you did
I hate how I hurt
I hate how you left me
Alone to die in the dirt

I hate how you said you loved me
I hate that I thought it was true
I hate that I let my wall down
And let myself fall in love with you

I hate how I was so stupid
I hate that I fell so hard
I hate how I let you in
And watched you steal my heart

I hate how much you put me through
I hate how much I cried
I hate that I don't understand
Why you had to lie

I hate how I try to hate you
I hate it that I can't
I hate it that I miss you
Even though you don't

I hate how I still love you
I hate how I still care
But most of all I hate it
That you are no longer here

poem by Hannah Smith
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Love Is The Healer (Album Version)

So many times in my life
I've been alone, left alone
Heart broken and
Turned around
I find myself
Crying in the night time
Dying out loud
In the night i sleeplessly
Wake up
From a dream that's
Tormenting me
I, i, i, i, i gotta get help
Oh, yeah
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Come heal me
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Set me free
Late at night i was afraid
And i tried to turn away
I was afraid to face
What in-evil-it-able is
Say you know the way
To find true freedom
Can you save yourself
From the pain you're feeling
Something in my head
That you're dreaming
That the angels said
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Come heal me
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Come heal me
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Set me free
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
Love...is the healer
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Do you know the way to love
Do you know the place of love
Do you know what love
Can do
Do you know what
It'll do for you

song performed by by Donna Summer
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Love Is The Healer

So many times in my life
Ive been alone, left alone
Heart broken and
Turned around
I find myself
Crying in the night time
Dying out loud
In the night I sleeplessly
Wake up
From a dream thats
Tormenting me
I, i, i, i, I gotta get help
Oh, yeah
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Come heal me
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Set me free
Late at night I was afraid
And I tried to turn away
I was afraid to face
What in-evil-it-able is
Say you know the way
To find true freedom
Can you save yourself
From the pain youre feeling
Something in my head
That youre dreaming
That the angels said
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Come heal me
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Come heal me
Love is the healer
Love is the healer
Set me free
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
I am on a mission, a mission of love
Love...is the healer
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Love is the healer
Come as a healer
Set me free
Do you know the way to love
Do you know the place of love
Do you know what love
Can do
Do you know what
Itll do for you

song performed by by Donna Summer
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Much More

It is not only life and death
But much more and worth
You have nothing with you as such
Yet you can deliver much

Even though in ordinary way
But that can wipe out millions of tears away
Keep your hands ready and pray
With only words meant to say

Which of the things make you rich or poor?
Even with so much of wealth you are knocking the doors
Why so much greed for wealth and attachment?
When it is not going to help at any moment

Use only two hands for everything
Ask for mercy and pray for something
Let your passage be smooth and happy
Rush in for help even if not forthcoming or ready

You have nothing on hand still you are rich
You have everything but not within reach
See the difference between rich and without reach
What else is there to observe and foolishly preach

No one has left behind any kind of rich heritage
Even if existed then there is no worth mentioning on the page
Who may go in detail and try to understand?
When we are unable to distinguish between foe and friend

You are like dry leaf of an aging tree
With one powerful blow and you are free
Fly of from beautiful branch like crest fallen
What else can fate which is normally seen?

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Understood

Never understood
Always judge
no one to understand me
why do I put up
with this I hate
life and everyone in it
looking for someone
to finally understand me
It seems like no one
dose people say they do
but they really don't
then someone called me
right before suicide
right at the perfect moment
She asked what I was doing
I said suicide
She says if you do it
at least tell me why
Because no one understands me
Ok I see I always thought
you were the only one that understands
me so if you die I will
die inside like you did
a horrible feeling
to feel empty inside
Why don't you help me
out of it then

poem by Live To Die
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Silent Suicide

i hate the sun
i hate the sky
i hate your laughter
i hate your smiles

i hate the way everyone has a reason to smile
i hate the way everyone can feel so free

i hate that people think that i need to be fixed
i hate that people think that they can fix me

i love the moon
i love the night
i love your crying
i love your pain

i love the way everyone suffers
i love the way everyone feels pain

i love that so many people are broken
i love that so many people can't be fixed

i have a knife
its blade is cold

i have a gun
its got one bullet

im all alone
im on my own

i hate life
i hate everything

so if goodbye is a second chance well
goodbye

the end...
its silent suicide...
goodbye

poem by Jasmine Appelhaus
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Rejected

was it something I said
or something I became
said he filled his head with lead
just to take away the pain
I'm not gonna give in
gonna stand up and fight
make believe that the world is safe
for you and me tonight
I don't want to
I don't need to
understand the world we live in
just because I understand the truth
not alone.....rejected
I don't want to believe
there's no time left to dream
so much to wish for
but there's no air left to breathe
I don't know what is wrong
I don't know what is right
so much to live for
but my mind screams suicide
I don't want to
I don't need to
understand the world we live in
just because I understand the truth
not alone...rejected
through these days of historical page
is for you are chosen to
tell them about life
and what that means inside
rejected...

song performed by by Unwritten Law
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Rich and Poor

In me a sense has felt like each,
One causes others to wonder of strange beliefs,
In a feeding are the poor,
Poor are the opposite of the Rich.

In this side of the valley,
The Rich are better at living,
In opposition to the laughter
Of the Poor.

Poor is not Rich,
And Rich carries no Wealth
Of Heavenly Times.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Forget Me

Which lies are you talking about?
Pain, which pain?
Scars, you have given me although I always have let them heal
You think I am bad, okay fine, your wish
If I tell the truth, I have never lied to you
Since, you already know everything about me
Stop blaming me for the things which I did not ever do.
Do not ever keep me in your heart since you never have understood me
No, only thing which I feel now is your hate
The hate which you always have had for me
Do one more thing, bring a sharp knife and stab me even harder
Forget me forever, since you can never understand my love for you.

poem by Rohit Sapra
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Son Of God

(07/01/11

God had a plan- so he made his son a man
He knew his son would have to be the sacrificial lamb
So that this world could understand.

JESUS offered his life so that the world could be free
He offered his life for you and me.
He knew that his life would be short lived
And come to an end.
Yet he preached his fathers words to foe and friend.

He knew deep inside his soul
That someday, the world he would hold
And of this -he was told.
So much love he had inside
And this love he could not hide.

As he preached the word of God
He described his earthly mission.
The lord had appointed him to preach
The gospel to the poor, the rich, the destitute
And anyone who would listen.

His father had told him that he had healing hands
And could heal people through out the land.
To be able to cure the blind, the lame, and the possessed
These were the biggest tests.

Then the day finally came that they would take him away
Accused by his so called peers, under the screams
Laughter and jeers.

Stripped and whipped and crowned with thorns
And blood running down his face
This was the ultimate disgrace
For a man who was said to be a king
That he was stripped of every thing.

Although the cross he carried was made of wood
It is something that is still not understood.
That we must all carry a cross in this life
This is our ultimate sacrifice.

poem by Louis Rams
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A world of HATE

A world of HATE is what this is.
When you say you HATE someone
That's not what you really mean
You're talking about something else
And you don't really HATE them
HATE is one of the biggest mysteries
In the life that we live
Why do you HATE
Who,
Do you really?
HATE leads to another world,
More horrible than self knows of
HATE leads to unwanted power
That scars someones soul or physically worse
Murder, crime and suicide
Hurtful words and back stabbers and war
All start form one little word
HATE
So when you say you HATE someone,
But you can't describe how you really feel
Reconsider and don't live
In a world of HATE

poem by Golden Heart
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I Hate...

I hate the way I’ve messed up my life,
I hate the way I cry,
I hate the person I’ve become,
I hate that I want to die.

I hate the fact that I feel so alone,
I hate the way I hide,
I hate avoiding those who care,
I hate that so often I’ve lied.

I hate the way that I hurt myself,
I hate the scars I make,
I hate that people don’t understand,
I hate that they think I’m fake.

I hate the fact that I’m depressed,
I hate that I’m so ill,
I hate feeling tired all the time,
I hate that I need the pills.

I hate the way I feel so scared,
I hate that people can’t see,
I hate how I have lost myself,
Quite simply, I just hate me.

poem by Ali Chapman
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Is It Really A Beautiful World?

Heard it on the radio the other day
haven't listened to the words for a while
that song called What a Wonderful World
where everything makes you want to smile.
But is this world such a beautiful place?
that inspired the words to this song
when there's so much misery and hate
with unjust wars that are unfair and wrong.
Innocent children dying of starvation
where famine and disease is rife
and here in our so called civilised society
where feral gangs rule with gun and knife.
Greedy politicians and city bankers
lining their deep pockets with peoples cash
while there enjoying Champagne and Caviar
the rest of us make do with bangers and mash.
Elderly people freezing to death in their homes
because they can't afford to turn up the heat
sitting in an icy flat wrapped up in layers of clothes
desperately struggling to make ends meet.
Thieves breaking into peoples houses
stealing things in the middle of the night
items that were bought through hard work
taken by a burglar now that just isn't right.
So this world really isn't so wonderful
but if it was wouldn't that be great?
No lets just face the real truth here
this world is in a right old state!

poem by Kevin Halls
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Grief Promise Me To Leave ' Part 2

“”After three months of lying and illusions””

GRIEF PROMISE ME TO LEAVE ' PART 2’

My heart: come back to me grief
My grief: I’m not grief any more I developed to MISERY
My heart: whatever just come?
My misery: I’m coming my friend
My heart: you were right
My misery: as I told you before but you won't believe me
My heart: I believe in you now
My misery with a 'happy tone': tell me what's happened
My heart: what should I tell you! ? I’m stupid.... I’m foolish
My misery: I agree cause every one think in his heart he is big idiot and you are idiot
My heart: she destroyed my soul
My misery: like always
My heart: I don't want that any more
My misery: what do you want?
My heart: I wanna death
My misery: not in your hand, it's our life happiness & sadness
My heart: but my life always painful, what should I do, may I blame the fate or what?
My misery: no, blame your self? You were so nice toy in other hands you are idiot, so blame yourself.
My heart: she lied to me, she gave me hope, life and happiness in months and toke it from me in a little moments.
My misery: that's because of your kindness, and there is no place for you in this world.
My heart: you are the only one who can understand me well.
My misery: I know that cause we borne together.

'My misery thinking'

My misery: you shouldn't keep moving in your life
My heart: I know! ?
My heart: I just wanna the honest from her not anything else
My misery: you won't get it
My heart: she thought me a little nice toy in her hands
My misery: with all my regret, you were and you will still always

‘My heart thinking about ending his misery’

‘My heart saw a knife near from him, he carry it to suicide and end his cruel life’
My misery ' with happy voice ': what you doing?
My heart: I can't be idiot anymore, cause I believed in something silly doesn’t existed ' love '.
My misery: you are right.
My heart: I’m sorry for keeping you away from me.
My misery: its ok, as I told you before, something from me will still inside you.
My heart: you are my faithful friend.
My misery: we had borne together.

‘My heart I s going to suicide now’

My misery: any last words?
my heart: before I leave this life forever I want you promise me that you will never go to live in her heart ever, cause she make me live in the most beautiful illusion I’ve seen.
My misery: do you know that you are stupid?
My heart: I know cause she kept telling me this word.
My misery: ok I promise you but you have to end your life now
My heart: ok i will

‘When my heart tried to stick the knife in his heart’
‘The 'happiness whisper' came to him in hurry again but she barely breathing’

Happiness whisper: what you doing? Are you crazy?
My heart: yes I’m crazy cause I loved someone in crazy way but, she failed me, and the misery controlling me forever.
My misery: let him rest of his cruel life.

‘Happiness whisper trying to convince misery to make him not killing him self’

My heart: it's too late, that's my choice.

‘Happiness whisper started to vanish’
Happiness whisper: you don't deserve that, you are good heart
My heart: forgive me I’m not belonged to this world

‘The happiness whisper start crying and after a while she vanished’
‘My misery was standing and waiting’

My heart: goodbye and don't forget what you promised me don't forget

my heart stick the knife in the center and he begin bleeding to death, his tears freeze on his eyeball, he begin trembling, his color turned from the puce to the dark blue, and then he is died.

The misery: it was his end but, it was the beginning for other broken hearts so be careful cause I’m coming.........

poem by Damn Angel
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Who Do These People Think They Are

Who do these people think they are they take far more than they give?
They rule the World through their Bureaucracies and they tell us how to live
The tycoons of the twenty first century their financial nest egg grow and grow
In a World where millions live in poverty of poverty they do not wish to know.

They believe in free markets and their pet subject free trade
And in their dealings with Third World Countries millions in money they have made
But they do not believe in the free movement of people or in homes for refugees
When confronted with these subjects they do seem ill at ease.

They control big Government and tell them what to do
And that money speaks all languages so happens to be true
And whilst they grow rich and richer and more financially secure
The have nots of the World so sad to say grow poor.

Who do these people think they are for to satisfy their greed
They take and take and too few of them think of those who are in need
And most of the World's assets with the very wealthy few
And the poor keep getting poorer only happens to be true.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Why do we Let the killing go on?

Why do we Let the killing go on?

I really don't understand all that you all know!
To be the sacrificial lamb of those rich who won't go.
The rich, who profit for the wars they create.
Just to make a profit, and perpetuate world hate.
To render up our young for a useless sacrifice.
To fatten the rich purses with the lose of their life's.
My soul is so damaged by all I have seen.
I wish I could have been more influential a being.
To stop all of the madness and the creation of wars.
That cost of so many promises, the lost futures and gore.
We need to acknowledge the sacrifices of those,
who have be deceived into dying and lying just so.
War should always be a thing of last resort before anyone goes.
Not a thing for the fat cats profiting behind the closed doors.
Selling weapons to nations who are already poor.
Just to fatten the pockets of the rich by killing so many.
I cry for all of those wounded and who have been killed.
To make the few rich cats get more notes of debt and feel well paid.
The illusion of wealth and all it represents.
Will be our epitaph and so sealed in cement!
Peace!

Talile Ali 11/29/12

poem by Talile Ali
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Something Interseting Sestina #1

as long as you live, there is love
but in the recceses rise hate
all these words I draw with passion
with nothig to support me, except my faith
but to others my philosophy seems fake
so I go eat in a kitchen

build me a broken kitchen
that can be worsen by love
a kitchen that make all truth fake
one that is made whole with hate.
There I can vehemently laugh at those with faith,
there I have no time for passion

I have no time for you because you have no time for me dear passion
that's why you can't be a recipe in my kitchen
an the essence in my food is not threw faith
don't love
lie, loath, be livid, and hate
understand such rules with sincerity, don't be fake

yes I say that because the mind of the world is fake
no true passion
much mocked hate
but all is genuine and true in my kitchen
no false love
and lots of thrawted faith

tried faith
and to others this isn't fake
the situation is as real as love
and love as real as unforgiven passion
and both passion and love will destory my uncanny kitchen
which is established by raw hate

that word hate
miss understood by those that don't know the meaning of its faith
but all my creations thrives on it in my kitchen
and yes I will assure you no thing is fake
plus all creations are made without passon
and all creations in my kitchen are mained by love

So come in with hate, and finally take in all creation that's not fake
renew and change your faith, and here make lame all passion
in my kitchen, the place that no one love.

poem by Victoria Lee
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A Man of Words

To some a seeker, to others a fool.
A rich man, a winner,
a poor man, a king.
A writer, a scholar,
a criminal, a cop.
To all whose boundaries like somewhere,
a fool you are not.
A centurion of words,
a seeker of truth,
and the word man writes what he sees.

Fools prey upon the conscience of others.
Rich see to rule and conquer,
while the poor beg their way through.
Criminals steal their goals,
but a writer writes his dreams away.

Puritans seek to purify,
criminals seek to steal.
Rich men seek to be richer,
Poor men seek to survive.
Writers seek to homage,
only stories to unfold.

poem by David Harris
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So You Think I'm Nuts?

I'm use to being looked at as nut, but not for my political beliefs.
Its strange to stand in a lake with no water.
An unnatural position of posture.
But it doesn't change my firm belief that the poor will suffer at both the hands of democrats and republicans.
I feel isolated, and that is how they want me to feel.
All alone, just shut up and die quietly.
But I can't and I won't.
This is important, more important then anything I've wrote about in my entire life.
Millions of peoples lives are at stake and they don't realise it or they don't care.
I don't know which is worse, ignorance or indifference.
The belief speak no evil, see no evil, hear no evil, then there is no evil.
A figment of my imagination I wish you were right.
I wish to believe in fairy tales.
But it doesn't sit right with my conscience.
I can't live a lie, with so much exposure of the truth these days.
Flaws are but a pigment of skin.
Opinions varying within.
A shadow watches me in loneliness, and asks me I haven't moved on.
I speak of my responsibilities that it can't comprehend.
In another life maybe I should have been a monk, because our virtues are very similar with the one exception I'm not thus I have to fight for my beliefs.
There is no harmony in what's going on around me.
All I see is this devious lust for chaos.
Like rain drops problems keep falling.
And nobody is even close to coming to the right solution.
We rather wage war, destroy the earth, become leader of the world, and get rich in the process.
I pray I live long enough to see this change.
I pray I don't see a civil war.
There is enough disagreements and civil unrest it could very well happen in my life time.
It is better that it is the road not taken.
Let me be dis-proved, make a valid argument, and just maybe all can be forgotten.
When the apple falls how long is it before it becomes rotten?
Lets makes a harvest, before this happens.
Let it be honest and true.
I know that is very hard to do.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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