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The Survival

To-day’s house makes to-morrow’s road;
I knew these heaps of stone
When they were walls of grace and might,
The country’s honour, art’s delight
That over fountain’d silence show’d
Fame’s final bastion.
Inheritance has found fresh work,
Disunion union breeds;
Beauty the strong, its difference lost,
Has matter fit for flood and frost.
Here’s the true blood that will not shirk
Life’s new-commanding needs.
With curious costly zeal, O man,
Raise orrery and ode;
How shines your tower, the only one
Of that especial site and stone!
And even the dream’s confusion can
Sustain to-morrow’s road.

poem by Edmund Blunden
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The Comfort Of Silence

silence is, and will always be,
comfortable, like a stone, mute to the
changes of the season, and no matter
who takes it, a child or an old man,
the stone keeps the secrets
of their wrongdoings.

the comfort of silence
to the wrongdoer, makes the stone,
the most trusted friend,
no one talks inside the hardness
even if it is broken, into shattered pieces
the stone carries the silence
it is numbed by the centuries
of human oppression.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Stone In The Middle Of The Road

a stone in the middle of the road
will always be a stone in the middle of the road
despite
the fact that you are reading
a comic book
whatever content you have in there
a stone will always be a stone in the middle of the road
today, tomorrow
and thereafter.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Stone

there is something about the stone
that i have been complaining
for not being able to understand
its choice to be silent
and hard
and numb and uncommitted
when it is thrown in the river
it makes no sound of protest
when it is ground
it does not scream
when the rain comes it seems
to be contented with being wet
just the same when the sun shines
and heats it
it makes no bother

until some naughty boy takes a stone
and hits my head
and when i begin to bleed
seeing the very stone used
staring at me without guilt
for any responsibility at all
on the ground
that i begin to understand all these things

what a stone is, how come that a stone shall always be
a stone
no matter what.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Country Road

Goin down that country road,
Leavin behind that heavy load.
Gettin away from the city life,
Society causes too many fights.
Chorus
Down my country road.
Down my country road, oh.
Down my country road.
Down my country road, road, road.
Too much killin and too many wars,
Women and children must be shuttin their doors.
Protect your country and for this you must die,
They take your life but they dont tell you why.
Chorus

song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Stone Cold

Outcast a time of war,
The mankind lost control
Of life and death, under survaillance
I watch the children pray,
While God just turns away
Our in the ruins they seek shelter
These streets were once my home,
But those golden days are gone,
Now Im fighting to survive
Stone cold, man or machine
Stone cold, the end of our dream
The word is on the street,
Its kill or to be killed
With no exception yourre on your own
We should have seen it all along,
The writings on the wall,
Tell me what have we become
Stone cold, man or machine
Stone cold, the end of our dream
Who do you belive in now,
When the prophecy came true the final deja vu
These streets were once my home,
But those golden days are gone,
Now Im fighting to survive
Stone cold, man or machine
Stone cold, the end of our dream

song performed by by Hammerfall
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Appreciate Stone Wall Memories

it is true the stone wall loss
of our ever beloved ones,
is a barrier too hard to pass
cross for bitter mournful seasons,

stones are hard cold wet
with our 'ice crystallized cold tears',
unyielding in left loneliness
of broken spaces in our souls;

mourning rich beauty
in passing noble lives,
retreating into private
depths of passion grief,

into the torn raw hurt
of missing our beloved,
the wind knife ice blows
savage cold in this winter season;

trees refuse to leaf,
streams creeks rivers
ice frozen may not run;
but spring thaw cycles life

next seasons beauty
must rebirth come,
as new season life
blesses our families

with babies
growing
into bubbling
laughter,

miracle first steps
stumbling toddler runs,
life growth must
delight renew regenerate

into beauty
of multiple new memories;
Stone Walls
on a breezy sunny day

are warmed by the sun,
stone walls will give out
the warmth of sunlight
they receive, warm the heart

warm receptive souls
warm into the night,
stone walls are a refuge
for life that abides

within them; stone walls
hold precious memories
as numerous as the stones
within them, stone walls

landscape
through seasons
in cycles
of wonder life,

stone walls
shelter
block hail winds
in winter seasons,

we need to shelter
in glowing memories,
delight appreciate
in stone wall memories,

stone wall backbone
honouring nobility of lives
stretching back complete
through our passage lives

poem by Terence George Craddock
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