Lawless World
Streets paved with blood
From the murders and the rapes
of a lawless world
Our governments send the troops
around the world
Fighting not for justice
but for the oil
And anything else
they can call their own
While the murders
and the rapes
rule our streets
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Murders In The Rue Morgue
I remember it as plain as day
although it happened in the dark of the night.
I was strolling through the streets of Paris
and it was cold it was starting to rain.
And then I heard a piercing scream
and I rushed to the scene of the crime
but all I found was the butchered remains
of two girls lay side by side.
Murders in the Rue Morgue
someone call the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
run before the killers go free
There's some people coming down the street
at last there's someone heard my call
I can't understand why they're pointing at me
I never done nothing at all.
But I must have got some blood on my hands
because everyone's shouting at me
I can't speak French so I couldn't explain
and like a fool I started running away.
Murders in the Rue Morgue
someone call the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
am I ever gonna be free.
And now I've gotta get away from the arms of the law.
All France is looking for me.
I've gotta find my way across the border for sure
down the south to Italy.
Murders in the Rue Morgue
someone call the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
I'm never going home.
Well I made it to the border at last
But I can't erase the scene from my mind
Anytime somebody stares at me, well
I just start running blind
Well I'm moving through the shadows at night
Away from the staring eyes
Any day they'll be looking for me
'Cause I know I show the signs of...
Murders in the Rue Morgue
running from the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
running from the arms of the law
Murders in the Rue Morgue
running from the Gendarmes
Murders in the Rue Morgue
am I ever gonna be free
It took so long and I'm getting so tired
I'm running out of places to hide
Should I return to the scene of the crime
Where the two young victims died
If I could go to somebody for help
It'd get me out of trouble for sure
But I know that it's on my mind
That my doctor said I've done it before.
Murders in the Rue Morgue
they're never gonna find me
Murders in the Rue Morgue
I'm never going home.
song performed by by In Flames
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Murders In The Rue Morgue
I remember it as plain as day
Although it happened in the dark of the night.
I was strolling through the streets of paris
And it was cold it was starting to rain.
And then I heard a piercing scream
And I rushed to the scene of the crime
But all I found was the butchered remains
Of two girls lay side by side.
Murders in the rue morgue
Someone call the gendarmes
Murders in the rue morgue
Run before the killers go free
Theres some people coming down the street
At last theres someone heard my call
I cant understand why theyre pointing at me
I never done nothing at all.
But I must have got some blood on my hands
Because everyones shouting at me
I cant speak french so I couldnt explain
And like a fool I started running away.
Murders in the rue morgue
Someone call the gendarmes
Murders in the rue morgue
Am I ever gonna be free.
And now Ive gotta get away from the arms of the law.
All france is looking for me.
Ive gotta find my way across the border for sure
Down the south to italy.
Murders in the rue morgue
Someone call the gendarmes
Murders in the rue morgue
Im never going home.
Well I made it to the border at last
But I cant erase the scene from my mind
Anytime somebody stares at me, well
I just start running blind
Well Im moving through the shadows at night
Away from the staring eyes
Any day theyll be looking for me
cause I know I show the signs of...
Murders in the rue morgue
Running from the gendarmes
Murders in the rue morgue
Running from the arms of the law
Murders in the rue morgue
Running from the gendarmes
Murders in the rue morgue
Am I ever gonna be free
It took so long and Im getting so tired
Im running out of places to hide
Should I return to the scene of the crime
Where the two young victims died
If I could go to somebody for help
Itd get me out of trouble for sure
But I know that its on my mind
That my doctor said Ive done it before.
Murders in the rue morgue
Theyre never gonna find me
Murders in the rue morgue
Im never going home.
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Curse Of The Damned Cities
Hades on the Earth
Condemned cities
From evil populations
Violence, fatal crimes
Chaos will lead us to destruction
The streets lost it's freedom to be crossed
Imprisonment at any time
When darkness takes it's proper place
Fear closing in
When the scenes terrorize honest citizens
Disgust multiples
Serious acts committed every day
Fighting to survive in this labyrinth
Of stone and steel
Always unaware when and where
The assault can actually occur
[Chorus:]
Curse of the damned cities
Crucial habitats
Following the way of criminal instincts
Curse of the damned cities
Unrighteous dwelling
Decaying towards it's uncontrollable destiny
Dreams of a civilization
Of peace and harmony lies far away
Are you alone in this fight
To correct those corrupted societies
Justice is a word that is fading real fast
Guilty running free as the victims are suffering
From the fact that there is no escape
Feeling that their securities not strong enough yet
Thefts, rapes, murders growing to a numerous rate
We never seem to learn that this is an endless war
Is the economy provoking it
Or is it just the ignorant side of a human being
Evil suppress intermittenly every line
Haunting frequently
The streets are the battlefield
To those individual warriors
Where each other in a conventional war
Mandatory action of survival
[Lead]
[Repeat chorus]
[Lead]
Brutality growing, it never stops
For centuries it seems to be getting worse
Harshly tumultuous mobs
Is home a safe place
If now the danger is spreading across the land
Like an epidemic without any cure
We will never learn from our mistakes
The more we stop, the more will emerge
The experiences are the lesson to make us fear
[Repeat chorus]
song performed by by Incubus
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Perfect World
In my perfect world
The sky is a perfect blue
The grass is a soft green
And together are me and you
In my perfect world
The sun is a perfect heat
No global warming
It would be a treat
In my perfect world
There would be no disease
The flowers would bloom everyday
And no one would cut down trees
In my perfect world
No one would be poor
The streets paved with gold
Silver for the floor
In my perfect world
Death would never come
Pain would go away
And no one would be dumb
In my perfect world
The government would not rule
We’d chose for ourselves
What we thought was cool
In my perfect world
Racism would not exist
Discrimination would be over
And nothing would end with fists
But then I remember
I can’t believe it’s true
But my world really is perfect
Because I spend it with you
Peace Frog
Theres blood in the streets, its up to my ankles
She came
Theres blood on the streets, its up to my knee
She came
Blood on the streets in the town of chicago
She came
Blood on the rise, its following me
Think about the break of day
She came and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
She came
Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness
She came
Blood in the streets its up to my thigh
She came
Yeah the river runs down the legs of the city
She came
The women are crying red rivers of weepin
She came into town and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
Indians scattered on dawns highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young childs fragile eggshell mind
Blood in the streets in the town of new haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of phantastic l.a.
Blood streams her brain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union
Theres blood in the streets, its up to my ankles
Blood in the streets, its up to my knee
Blood in the streets in the town of chicago
Blood on the rise, its following me
song performed by by Doors
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The Revenge
A mob rapes a moon
under the blue sky.
Then parades her half-naked body
on the streets of clouds.
Arousal of anger
devours the mate
in a nocturnal rendezvous
with a sea horse;
cuts off the head
to shake out the frozen tears
from unweeping eyes.
Life stares face to face
with death, of a star.
A slow hesistant voice
opens the layers of silence
for seeking justice.
Truth weeps making no pretention.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Poet that Prayed
A precious pilgrim poet prayed
Because no words would come,
He asked God if he'd disobeyed,
Because his heart felt numb...
A vision formed within his mind,
Like none he'd seen before,
With white-hot furnace gold refined
God stretched from shore to shore...
Like molten lava from the Lord,
The streets were paved with gold...
As if God's grace had been outpoured
For all men to behold...
As if the old paths must be changed,
Transformed by Jesus Christ
And once the streets were rearranged,
God's might was realised...
Thus those that fled could now return,
When God made all things new,
With wonders they could share and learn,
To know what they must do...
The poet asked the Lord's advice,
Were these streets here on Earth,
Or were they streets in Paradise
And of some future worth?
The Lord replied, the streets were those
Where Gospel truths are taught...
Where love can blossom like the rose,
Through peace that Christ has bought...
His Blood atones for souls set free,
No matter, young or old...
It's by our faith in Calvary,
Saints' streets are paved with gold...
(July 2011)
poem by Denis Martindale
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Key To Nothing
No more doors
No more locks
No more windows
No more box
No more
No less
No more six foot digs
No more hypocrites
No more emptiness
No more consequence
No more puppet strings
No more disease
No more growing up
No more happiness
No more lying down
No more complacence
I have... I hold the key... to nothing... its a small
Killing
Murder... murders in the hands... of
Motion... as it seems to be
No more nothing
No more anything
No more you
No more me
No more posturing victories
No more nations to defeat
No more speaking truth
No more deceit
No more holding down
No more pushing me
No more new world order
No more anarchy
I have... I hold the key... to nothing... its a small
Killing
Murder... murders in the hands... of motion... as
It seems to be
Im washing my hands... of the whole thing
I want no more nothing
I have... I hold the key... to nothing... its a small
Killing
Murder... murders in the hands... of motion... as
It seems to be
Im washing my hands, of everything...
Of everything we are
song performed by by Mudvayne
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9/11 Anguish
God, are you there?
Do you care?
Why is this world so unfair?
As we cry,
As we die,
We beg you
Tell us why.
As we suffer,
As we grieve,
Dear God, we do believe.
As we face the smoky sky,
Please, oh Lord, please tell us why
Innocent people have to die.
Not just here, but everywhere.
The world is suffering.
Do you care?
We still have faith
And hope you're there.
Give us a sign in this despair.
Tyrants rule the poor and meek
While terror rapes the peace we seek.
We are angry, but you are wise.
Help us love and not despise
Peoples we don't recognize.
Are you there?
We know you are.
As love springs from the rubble,
You can't be far.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Gangland
(smith/burr)
Shadows may hide you but also may be your grave
Youre running today maybe tomorrow youll be saved
You pray for daylight to save you for a while
You wonder if your children will face the killers smile
Dead men -- tell no tales
In gangland -- murders up for sale
Dead men -- tell no tales
In gangland -- where jail birds die
Face at the window leers into your own
But its only your reflection still you tremble in your bones
How long can you hide? how long till they come?
A rat in a trap but youve got to survive
Once you were glad to be free for a while
The air tasted good and the world was your friend
Then came the day when the hard times began
Now your alone but alive for how long?
A knife at your throat another body on the pile
A contract to keep and its service with a smile
Murder for vengeance or murder for gain
Death on the streets or a blackened out jail
Dead men -- tell no tales
In gangland -- murders up for sale
Dead men -- tell no tales
In gangland -- where jail birds die
In gangland you tell no tales
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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A Dream That Can Last
I feel like I died and went to heaven
The cupboards are bare but the streets are paved with gold
I saw a young girl who didnt die
I saw a glimmer from in her eye
I saw the distance, I saw the past
And I know I wont awaken, its a dream that can last
I feel like I died and went to heaven
The cupboards are bare but the streets are paved with gold
And all the lights were turned down low
And no one wondered or had to go
Out on the corner the angels say
There is a better life for me someday
I feel like I died and went to heaven
The cupboards are bare but the streets are paved with gold
song performed by by Neil Young
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Takin' It To The Streets
(Michael McDonald)
You don't know me but I'm your brother
I was raised here in this living hell
You don't know my kind in your world
Fairly soon the time will tell
You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Take this message to my brother
You will find him everywhere
Wherever people live together
Tied in poverty's despair
You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
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Takin' It To The Streets (demo)
You don't know me but I'm your brother
I was raised here in this living hell
You don't know my kind in your world
Fairly soon the time will tell
You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Take this message to my brother
You will find him everywhere
Wherever people live together
Tied in poverty's despair
You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
Takin' it to the streets
song performed by by Doobie Brothers
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I Had a Nightmare
Dr. King had a dream that we all would live in
peace with equality. I had a nightmare and in
this nightmare the streets were paved with the
blood of our young. The sky was lit up with the
sparks from the bullets that our youth fired at
one another. Ones whom came from the heritage of
African Kings and Queens are now crack whores and
dope fiends. Also in the nightmare that I had
there were millions of children who did not know
who were their dads? These same children spent
more time on the street corners breaking rules,
than going an educating their minds in school.
They ended up graduating from the streets to jail
or the grave. Yes, it is their blood that now
stains our streets. I wish I was like Dr. King
and had a dream. Instead of this nightmare that
is reality.
A Man May Make his Remark
good thought
almost always comes
from quiet thought
ask christ, buddha,
socrates, confucius
good thought
almost always morphs
from a multitude of thoughts
- consensus - democracy -
sorry to say - it was picked
from the streets - of athens
universities - the learning part
originated from the streets
a man may make his remark
though it may weigh less than a feather
from the bleakest of streets
an idea may brew - to change the world
the streets - dont change the world
but - the men that walk them
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Through my shattered eyes
I hear the deathly silence.
I can just but taste the tears.
The echos of blame and guilt.
Will huant my years.
As it feels my soul.
I know the shame.
I no the fear and pain.
I hear my clothes tear as he rips.
I see them fall to the floor.
I feel his hot yucky breath.
As he pins me down.
I feel the stabing pain as he rapes me.
I feel his vile touch.
Upon my pure naked skin.
As I try to push him off.
But still he enters in.
So now I see the world through different eyes.
As he lays there on top of me.
a big and huge part of me dies.
And I feel his touch upon me again
Though I ask him to stop.
And beg like a dog.
he takes me again.
He leaves me there a sobbing mess.
In tatters not knowing what to do.
Go home he shouts I've had my fun.
Run as fast as I can.
But for how long?
I taste the tears as he rapes me again.
My innocence he had slain.
The tears I cry are of the shame.
As I realise things will never be the same.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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I Walk These Streets Alone
I walk these streets alone why U ask, because that's all i know and the reason i'm so ignorant is because him always on the go
I walk these streets alone meeting customer after customer getting in and out of random cars
I walk these streets alone as if the streets are empty as i go on my devilish duty.
I walk these streets alone clueless to the danger surrounding me, as if him invisible to any danger.
I walk the streets alone as if every person i meet sees me as a stranger.
I walk these streets alone, as sad as it may seem i prefer my own company but at times i still get lonely.
I walk these streets alone but don't feel sorry for me, for i know what i'm getting myself into. and i know the consequences if i get caught
I walk these streets alone regardless of what I've been taught...
poem by Leon Scott
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Dancing In The Streets
Wow!
Ah yeah!
Calling out around the world,are you ready for a brand new beat.
Summers here and the time is right,for dancing in the streets,
Theyre dancing in chicago ( theyll be dancing )
Down in new oreleans ( dancing in the streets )
Up in new york city ( dancing in the streets )
All we need is music ( sweet sweet ) sweet music (sweet sweet music )
Therell be music everywhere.
Therell be swinging,swaying,records playing,dancing in the streets,oh!
It doesnt matter what hat you wear,just as long as you are there,
So come on
Grab a guy,grab a girl,everywhere around the world.
Therell be dancing,dancing in the streets.
( oh )its just an invitation,across the nation,a chance for folks to meet.
Therell be laughing and singing,music swinging,dancing in the streets
All we need is music ( sweet sweet ) sweet music (sweet sweet music )
Therell be music everywhere.
Therell be swinging,swaying,records playing,dancing in the streets,oh!
It doesnt matter what hat you wear,just as long as you are there,
So come on
Grab a guy,grab a girl,everywhere around the world.
Dancing,dancing in the streets,
Way down in la,everyday,dancing in the streets ( dancing in the streets )
San francisco way, ( dancing in the streets ), they do it everyday now,
( dancing in the streets )
song performed by by Van Halen
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Strong Women
My family is a family
Of strong women
Of that there is no doubt
These women
Have withstood
The challenges of their times.
All of life’s trials
The worst of the worst
History has not been kind
Deaths, rapes and murders
They have had to live with daily
Live with on their minds.
Unexpected circumstance
Have tested my ancestral women
And they somehow survived
And somehow they managed to live on
Sometimes all alone
And to go on and to thrive.
And now in the Halls of History
They can stand up and be counted
Among those women
Among the best of the best
Those who are still considered to be
Strong Women.
Copyright Christine A Kysely 2010 November 26,2010
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
poem by Christine A Kysely
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Innocence Cruelly Drowned
as innocence is bath drowned
in aircraft carriers of steam blood
pornography elite power rapes
poem by Terence George Craddock
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