Paint for me in light a portrait of their life’s.
Beyond rubber, beyond friction
Escapist souls run deranged,
Estranged husbands, bored house wives
Take out advertisements in local papers,
Selling their bodies, selling their souls.
Each conceal their stories. Paint for me
In light a portrait of their life’s.
poem by David Lacey
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I Wont Buy It!
if you're selling salvation
for a one time donation...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling comfort
at the expense of the poor...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling protection
at the cost of individual rights...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling love
bought with diamonds and drugs...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling truth,
but your version of truth...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling today
at the final cost of tomorrow...
i wont buy it!
if you're selling freedom
fed by guns and invasions,
i wont buy it!
get it through your head...
i wont buy it!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Guillotine
the guillotine stands
alone in the square,
the pinnacle of pulse....
that drains the heartbeats....
traffic heavy, horns honking,
hurrying, hurrying....
trucks and buses puffing clouds
of death into the air....
neon signs keeping score.
billboards selling the dream,
street preachers selling Jesus....
corner whores selling themselves....
in sterile rooms atop the skyscrapers,
far from the stink, far from
trash strewn in the alleyways
like tiny lives forgotten,
gum stuck to the shoes.....
they gamble with futures,
trading hungry mouths without faces;
never looking back.... vultures
in black suits and ties...
winning, winning, or losing it all.
while the homeless and the addicts
walk the streets below....
looking for something they cant remember....
light dancing on the razor-like blade.....
heads from bodies, hearts from souls......
profit from the last heartbeat!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Light and Darkness
houses house bodies
bodies house life
life houses souls
souls house light
light shrinks from darkness
darkness douses light...
yet Light overcomes darkness
with spiritual sight
...in the beginning was darkness
darkness again at the end
awaiting those who despise Light - -
Light's gift of love for all men
yes, Light overcomes darkness
with love's perfect sight
(5.19.06)
poem by Esther Leclerc
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Magic Seed
J. spinks
Yellowman - dealing in a back street
Sinnerman - hes telling you its never enough
Nobody there - inside the mind he wasted
(chorus)
In a city where its all gone wrong
Too many people and they dont belong
Suffocating on the air they breathe
Selling their souls for the magic seed
Pretty girl - standing in a doorway
At a price - offering a bed for the night
Nobody cares - a sign of the life shes wasted
(chorus)
So afraid - nowhere else to go now
Far far away - theres a place
That you once called home - but
(chorus)
Yellowman - you cant buy me
Sinnerman - pretty girl
Selling their souls for the magic seed
song performed by by Outfield
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De aguado, le fandango varie O
The descendant of the Spanish Friar says:
What I am selling to you is
Water, something to drink
It is more than that
It is also something to sprinkle
Your forehead
And you become holy
Free from sin
You pay for holiness
Now walk on the aisle
Of the church
And how they look at you
A holy man
Because of my holy water
And you will have a halo
And you become radiant
Radioactive perhaps
I repeat I do not just sell water to drink
It would just be ordinary
I am selling to you purity of soul
I am selling to you a future in heaven
Come now, buy water
Sprinkle your souls
Make them holy
Sprinkle them to all
Parts of your body
Meanwhile, there will be no mass
For the coming week
I will be on honeymoon with the woman
Who got the water from the well
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Racism,2011
racism is the rich man's lash
on the poor man's back!
yea, it's hard down in the projects.
it's hard down on factory row too.
and it's hard out in them
fruit and vegetable picking fields!
it's hard in the unemployment line!
cant nobody pay the rent...
and the rich man keeps laughing,
selling us out for profit,
selling our souls and our dreams!
IT HAS TO STOP!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself... You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
quote by Kahlil Gibran
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Admiral Mike
(michael nesmith)
Peaceful music (bmi)
Lead vocal: micky dolenz
Youre selling ads you slimy toad
Dont smile at me and shake my hand
Youre killing me
Youre killing us
Because youre only
only selling ads
Youre selling ads you stupid twit
The naked lunch is on your knife
The homicides are suicides
Because youre only
only selling ads
Your copy kills
Your copy smells
Realities are crushed beneath the ads your copy sells
Go back to hell you giddy fools
There is no truth you cannot maim
He killed himself
You killed him first
Because youre only
only selling ads
Your copy kills
Your copy smells
Realities are crushed beneath the ads your copy sells
Youre selling ads you slimy toad
Dont smile at me and shake my hand
Youre killing me
Youre killing us
Because youre only
only selling ads
Because youre only only selling ads
Because youre only only selling ads
Because youre only only selling ads
song performed by by Monkees
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The Extasie
Sat we two, one another best,
Bodies were left; souls rose and met.
They transacted their love at best.
Struck by the sight of their bodies,
Motionless, the souls asked themselves:
‘Our bodies why so we forbear?
They are ours, though they are not we.’
We are flames and they are matter.
‘We owe them thanks because they thus
did us, to us, a first convoy
yielded their forces, senses to us.’
The souls returned to their bodies,
And declared in solemnity:
“To feel love, we live in bodies.”
29.10.2008
[ Based on the poem with the same title, written by the famous love poet John Donne 1572-1631]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Souls Of Old Men
Inside their worn, tattered bodies
sit the souls of old men.
How unhappy the poor things are
and how bored by the pathetic life they live.
How they tremble for fear of losing that life, and how much
they love it, those befuddled and contradictory souls,
sitting -half comic and half tragic-
inside their old, threadbare skins.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Hip Today
Youll be gone tomorrow
Youll be gone tomorrow
Gone tomorrow
Youre preoccupied
With the latest fashion
Hip today, hip today
With wide open eyes
On the next big thing
You can cash in
Hip today, hip today
No never contrived
Its an overnight sensation
A clever disguise
That hides all of your
Pretension
Sallys selling out
Her seashells for souls
Hope I dont die
Before I get old
Hip today
Youll be gone tomorrow
Youll be gone tomorrow
Gone tomorrow
Dancing in your head
Visions of rave reviews
Hip today, hip today
Believing all thats read
Conceiving another guru
Hip today, hip today
Having made your bed
Falling short of filling shoes
Youve been left for dead
cause theres always
Someone new
Sallys selling out
Her seashells for souls
Hope I dont die
Before I get old
song performed by by Extreme
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Song of The Coffle Gang
This song is said to be sung by Slaves, as they are chained in gangs,
when parting from friends for the far off South-children taken from
parents, husbands from wives, and brothers from sisters.
See these poor souls from Africa,
Transported to America:
We are stolen, and sold to Georgia, will you go along with me?
We are stolen and sold to Georgia, go sound the jubilee.
See wives and husbands sold apart,
The children's screams!-it breaks my heart;
There's a better day a coming, will you go along with me?
There's a better day a coming, go sound the jubilee.
O, gracious Lord? when shall it be,
That we poor souls shall all be free?
Lord, break them Slavery powers-will you go along with me?
Lord, break them Slavery powers, go sound the jubilee.
Dear Lord! dear Lord! when Slavery'll cease,
Then we poor souls can have our peace;
There's a better day a coming, will you go along with me?
There's a better day a coming, go sound the jubilee.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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Sir
Sir
You are selling the Sea
One of the most important
Piece of possesion
That you have and own
Is that Sea
That Sea is full of minerals
In that Sea all the marine life lives
I am sad to see that you are selling it
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Noted By Us All
Adoption and adaptation,
And like the redemption of my muse;
But the righteous pleasures of things are now noted by us all in this life.
Wives should submit to their husbands,
Husbands should love their wives as their own bodies,
And do not grow weary of doing righteousness;
For, the righteous pleasures of things are now noted by us all in this life!
Do not be deceived,
For whatever you sow, that will you also reap;
So work with your hands to gain the status of your life,
For, there are laws all over the world!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sonnet- There Are Some Righteous Ones
There are goodmen who can't be bought with ease;
There are quite some who can't tell lies at all;
There are some souls who want just mental peace;
There are some ones who will not ever fall.
There are some men who labour hard and sweat;
There are some ones who get a paltry sum;
There are some souls who stay always in debt;
There are quite some who take whatev'r may come.
There are some men who trudge all through their life;
There are some ones who sacrifice their lives;
There are some souls who love God more in strife;
There are quite some who resist many wives.
There are some souls who gain heaven on earth;
There are ones who make earth heaven by birth.
poem by John Celes
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War Mongers Displeased
world peace promises
displease war mongers
selling shredding souls
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Selling My Soul
Man of madness, who lives in my head
Keeping me awake at night, he sits on my bed
He drives me crazy, he wont go away
Playing his game every night and every day
Yeah
My mind feels heavy, my body feels weak
Suicidal thoughts crying out for some sleep
Impending doom is what Im about
Think Im going out without a shadow of doubt
I search for serenity yeah,
Is it really out there?
I dont read the holy books cause
They take me no where
I cant hold on yes Im losing control
Im paying the price now for
Selling my soul, selling my soul
I search for serenity, yeah
Is it really out there?
I dont read the holy books cause
They take me no where
I cant hold on yes Im losing control
Im paying the price now for
Selling my soul, selling my soul
Yeah, for selling my soul
Yeah, selling my soul
Yeah, for selling my soul
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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The Nice Hell
Residence of peace has stories and telling,
House of Error is the selling pleasure,
The right of Hell is just not yours,
Why does Heaven keep doors?
poem by Naveed Akram
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Last Living Souls
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Take a gun
Or how you say
That's no way you behave
Just a law, a new begin
Sing a song that doesn't sin
And it grows
Hey, you know
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last to get away to some another day?
Do we know
Well, we know
Doesn't seem to be complete
Are we, are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Are we the last living souls?
Get up, get up, get up, get up...
What you say?
Cause all I was on
I got it down wrong
I see myself to get
And the Lord, seeing all now
Can you take us in
The part that comin' on
The coldest man doesn't see it's all
We go to the car
I see you walk to the far
And when you get there do you see
You fit the last you need on me
Cause we're the last living souls
We're the last living souls
Yeah, we're the last living souls
We're the last living souls
song performed by by Gorillaz
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Pillars of Truth-3
it's hard, so damned hard!
go to work everyday (if you're lucky)
and pound your head against the wall...
knowing there's no way in hell
you can make enough to survive!
house gone! car gone! savings gone!
no insurance, not enough food to eat!
husbands leave wives, cant do it anymore!
wives leave husbands, want a better life.
and it only gets worse!
the only thing that we have
that they cant take away
are the people that love us...
why in the hell would we throw that away?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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