3rd November
Of a very special injection into my body,
Of the ways of life to survive on this struggle!
For the pain is still in me.
Of a very special injection into my body,
Of the ways of life to survive this pain;
But i will be okay very soon my love.
In this life, the thing for you never lost;
But sometimes, they are really lost forever!
I am like Chief Dishon on this pain and,
3rd November will be remembered;
Because, every country is not easy to live in nowadays.
There are ups and downs and all sort of stories,
There are all types of struggles and pains too;
And where i do live now is full of stories as well.
You can be very rich anywhere on this earth,
For even the pooorest lands still do have rich people within;
And the 3rd of November will be remembered always.
Man has its own land of success but,
I hope that this injection will lead me to Mount Zion!
Oh Zion, come closer to me and lead me on;
For there are still stories all over this place of mine.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Injection Site
We who oppose the drug addict injection sites are helpless indeed,
A graphic illustration of where democracy can lead,
And we the people have no control of where we really are,
Have injection-site activists taken over and gone bizarre?
Is this a graphic illustration of our need for drastic change?
And where can we go or turn to, so referendums are arranged?
Appointees who make decisions that are often definitely wrong
Helpless no-referendum people have to sing the same song.
Does the Vancouver injection site show that we have all gone mad?
As with abortion clinics, this decisions are extremely sad,
If we are going to have injection sites, they should be on certain streets
Where judges, lawyers and Supreme Court appointees live and meet.
poem by James Bredin
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Discordant Note
Little stories for little people lifting my thoughts from
eternal battle and strife to survive life without hope in
a future except what I can fantasise, an ability almost
lost as Less-Than-Effective reaches for Mediocre – a
status I have not even reached yet and which I detest,
I suppose Fully-Dysfunctional suits me better; constant
battle in my mind is not all that much fun
Living in a perfect world where I am the only discordant
note, being the only failure tolerated among my seniors
who love routine and doing boring tasks without going
out of their minds; I stopped making up stories and life
lost all its colour and spice – so I shall make up stories
again and put in all the beautiful things I missed so
much, taking care not to involve anyone else
Except the characters of my favourite authors, they do
not mind me being stupid and lost, they kick-start the
games that give zest to life, looking beyond the surface
to see the dreams that no-one ever need to bring alive
for them to give meaning to every idealistic treatise I
love to read, strengthening belief in an expanded
consciousness when my body dies and I shall
Break free from this perfect world in which we live...
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Stories
Every year has its own stories in this life,
Every month has its own stories in this life,
Every week has its own stories in this life,
Every day has its own stories in this life,
Every hour has its own stories in this life,
Every minute has its own stories in this life,
And like the muse of the mind as we grow up;
So, we are all with stories to tell in this world.
As white as snow,
As red as blood,
As balck as charcoal,
As green as the grass,
As blue as the sky;
But everybody has stories to tell in this world!
And like the muse o love in the land of beauty,
For each year has its own story.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Stories
Everyone has a story, even the homeless man on the street, but do we care? How did your life begin, and what were your dreams?
Maybe you'd have a beach home, with a boat floating next to the dock.
Your life would be good in the sun, but now that dream is smashed on the ocean rocks.
Dumpster diving for your next meal, where did all the country's wealth go? Hookers getting younger, no parents to hold them, everyday someone different to blow.
Now the weather is getting colder, and Christmas is coming around.
Rich families gathering around their big pretty white trees.
A man who lost it all on the street, with nothing to eat, looking into their perfect life, his body full of fleas.
Fake laughs inside that gorgeous home, everyone pretending love is in the air. Grandpa sitting in the corner,401k gone, lost it all as the market crashed, life isn't fair.
Screaming woman in the hospital, pushing out her fifth illegitimate baby. Young eyes looking up at a mother he'll never know. His life story is gonna be the next slim shady.
Everyone has their stories, read them as you look into a stranger's eyes. Through the pain, we share laughter, a united body of beings.
Lastly, see the aged man dying, eyes dimming. He is going to make new stories now, as his soul begins to fly.
poem by Midnight Writer
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Ejection, Injection!
An injection,
I can help you with my love;
Ejection, injection!
The crab man,
The crab woman;
Rejection, injection!
The wolf man,
The wolf woman;
To see eye to eye.
Love can give life a whole new meaning!
So, keep on waiting on my love;
For, i can help you with my love.
Math, bath!
True love is very precious than money;
And, i can help you with my love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Special Olympian, Special People
They say they are different, but they are not
human just like us, just a little different
in life we treat them bad, they are really great
people can learn a lot from them
they treat no one different, we're all the same
you and I are all alike there should be no indifference
between body and mind no disabilities can keep them down
fighters they are, gentle they are by heart
most are friendly and very polite, easy to talk to
they have stories they love to tell
listen well because they can tell if your listening well
They are special in all ways, more in life then you and I
Give it all and don't be sad, the best time is having fun with everyone
I look forward to drive them to every Olympic event
from track to bocce ball to basketball and everything in between
Always giving it all, sweat, tears and smiles
some sad times, some great but they always rebound
to cheer and to clap on everyone before and after them
Special with Pride and dedicated with love
will never let you down
they never give up and never should we
To me, they are Special Friends one in all
poem by Michael Peterson
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Underground[Long Version]
No one can blame you
For walking away
Too much rejection (na na)
No love injection (na na)
Life can be easy
Its not always swell
Dont tell me truth hurts, little girl
cause it hurts like hell
But down in the underground
Youll find someone true
Down in the underground
A land serene
A crystal moon, ah, ah
Its only forever
Not long at all
Lost and lonely
Thats underground
Underground
Daddy, daddy, get me out of here
Ha ha Im underground
Heard about a place today
Nothing never hurts again
Daddy, daddy, get me out of here
Ah ha Im underground
Sister sister, please take me down
Ah ah Im underground
Daddy, daddy, get me out of here
No one can blame you
For walking away
Too much rejection (na na)
No love injection (na na)
But down in the underground
Youll find someone true
Down in the underground
A land serene
A crystal moon, ah, ah
Its only
Its only forever
Its not long at all
The lost and the lonely
Thats underground
Underground
Daddy, daddy, get me out of here
Heard about a place today
Nothing never hurts again
Daddy, daddy, get me out of here
Ha ha Im underground
Sister, sister, please take me down
Ah ha Im underground
Daddy, daddy, get me out
Wanna live underground
Wanna live underground
Wanna live underground
Wanna live underground
Wanna live underground
Wanna live underground
Wanna live underground
Wanna live underground
Daddy, daddy, get me out of here
Ah ha Im underground
Sister sister please take me down
Ah ha Im underground
Ah ha Im underground
Ah ha Im underground
Daddy daddy please
Daddy daddy please
Wanna live underground
Wanna live underground
Wanna live underground
Sister sister take take me down
Sister sister take take me down
song performed by by David Bowie
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Seeing You Dying, Hurts
Ever wonder, just a ponder
what life would be like
if we were told we had little to live
tears and fears, mind blowing
what to do, no time to go
the anger, the pain, the stress
how long to go, no one knows
could be fast, maybe slow and last
forever we want to live
we pray for long life and healthiness
why do we get picked, not our choice
people been there some survive.others don't
thinking where life should go
quit the job, see the world
sit and moan, don't frown
get on your feet live it well
happiness extents life
be free and enjoy those days
number as they are
limited as you go, be with the ones who care
for they will suffer the most
living without you
give them memories to share
do not spare, they do care
pictures and stories last forever
good and bad, tears and laughter will fall
missing you will be so hard
been together for all your life
the world will be so lost
without you there
have to find away to go on
it's not the same, things will change
lives will go on
never let go, you been told
it's so hard to let you go
time so cruel, it's running out
please forgive me if I cry
your a big part of our lives
stay around and have some fun
life is grand and so are you
give it all, don't let time end
love makes time, time makes life
I will smile till the end
cry to myself, show no pain
the hurt so hidden
makes me think
why not me, why you
poem by Michael Peterson
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LESS DRUG ADDICTS WILL DIE Apr 19th,2011
Some special-interest crowd wants to supervise free injection sites,
For addicts who bought illegal drugs in Toronto last night,
Just like the Vancouver site that the Feds are trying to close down,
While all the left-wing activists scream, holler, write and wear a frown.
Therefore these activists should get an injection site next-door,
Where they can watch the addicts buy illegal stuff and come and go,
As they also watch their neighborhood change almost over night,
Eventually they might notice that it is not a pretty sight.
Sometime, somewhere, somehow, we’ve lost all political control,
And we’re headed for a criminal infested injection hole,
And if some right politician doesn’t come forward and take charge,
We may be all going to hell in a basket by enlarge.
Apr 19th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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(Scams Poem) Conning The Romance
Whether a story exist or not.
Doesn't mean out of my own ignorance I will be baited like a fish.
If you send me letter, and ask me of something I can not give.
As I said before I was never meant to be rich.
To survive will be more then suffice for me.
Greed sickens the heart to places unknown.
Where such stories can be told with no remorse.
Robbing by the hearts need to love.
It so wrong.
But its done a lot.
These people are lost.
Lust is not love.
No matter how much you want it to be,
Dignity thrown out the window.
Shimmy down the rope, and please do find that hope.
Cause their is a pain bared.
Knowing people like that are out their.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Any Street In Any Town
Look down any street
in any town across the land
at the rows of houses there.
Then you begin to wonder
what memories each house shares.
Some of happiness
where dreams have come true.
Some are of sadness
where lives have been hurt by pain.
Some with tragic stories
they never want to share again.
Each house will have many stories
of the individuals whom lived there.
Each story will be different
from all the rest.
Each leave memories
in every room they slept.
Their stories are unending
as new families come along.
22 November 2007
poem by David Harris
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INJECTION SITES May 14th,2011
Are they building an injection site on your street near your home?
Beside the abortion clinic and you’re not allowed to groan,
And the nice people coming and going will be very discreet,
And you thought that your home would be a quiet retreat.
An appointed Supreme Court decision for the abortion clinic,
They can have them anywhere and you can’t be a cynic,
Although the injection site may attract lots of drug-addict types,
Because free injection sites is what these drug addicts like.
Politicians seem to be going along for some strange reason,
No one can say that this might be a problem or treason,
Because access to this type of information is very tight,
The left wing activists love it and think that they are right.
May 14th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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My Success Stories
Another day passed on the way.... Another day lost,
Loosing not only hope loosing each second which having huge cost....
Trying to fix life, each part of it,
Trying to earning, trying to full fill each need....
Earning not only a single rupee also few memories,
Memories which having success also having future stories.....
Trying hard to survive in this filed.... Field of success field of failure.
Where every one want success, failure attached with a word never....
Though failure is the way to reach the top,
You have to beat it each time till last, never say I want to stop....
Knowing this doing my part, trying each day to earning respect earning some glories,
May be some day comes when all will read my journey, my success stories....
poem by Argha Paul
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Injectıon Sıtes 9
Rooms full of appointees making life and death decisions,
No binding referendums allowed and no revisions,
Abortion clinics on every street next to the injection sites,
While the activists claim that the drug addicts have Charter rights.
They tried to do the same thing in Europe and were completely banned,
Unfortunately Canadians don’t seem able to take a stand,
We seem to have lost control of these drug-addict injection sites,
Has some politician up in Ottawa turned out the lights?
This issue seems to have faded from the pages of the media,
Maybe they’re busy reading a left-wing encyclopedia,
Have we all gong mad as this is taking place right up front,
Where are our oddball Canadian politicians who should confront?
poem by James Bredin
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Stories
Through every window, we look out
what we see on the other side
holds many stories waiting to unfold.
Stories of great achievements
within someone’s life.
Stories of gathering love
found with in open arms.
Stories of perusing heartaches
where someone has gone away.
Stories a million fold
that surround every living thing.
Stories we are not aware of,
but happen before our eyes.
Stories to share with all
from those who can see them unfold.
The next time you look out a window
try and see what is really there,
the stories that are everywhere.
26 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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Oprah
i dream of..... that i take off.....
in the wilderness of
happiness
i make of memories..... feeling off.....
worries in every
stories
i takes time of..... human face off.....
bringing each and everyone
pleasure
i stand of.... life experience off.....
pain and suffering believing
that it gives pain or gain
i move of..... people inspiration off....
guiding, leading to where it
goes, beyond its limit
i listen of.... whisper off.....
joy of hope, wishing their
success
i live of..... my whole life off.....
sharing of being one with them
for a passion i take is, the ONE
iam properly..... off
poem by Antonio Liao
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To A Special Friend
To a special friend that helped me during my darkest days.
To a special friend that showed me that loves comes in many ways.
To a special friend that is able to understand my grueling pain.
To a special friend that helped me find all my lost remains.
To a special friend that showed me the light.
To a special friend that fought by my side when I couldnt handle the fight.
To a special friend that helped me stand on the days I fell apart.
To a special friend that healed this torn heart.
For all the peace you brought me.
For all the love you gave me.
For the hand you have given me.
For the courage you gave me to live another day
To that special friend that helped me realized the truth
I say Thank You..
Pain for you
This pain is for you
Many things I believe for you is pain
I dont want any pain from you but I accepted your pain
I'll take the pain from you forever
Pain can be your own mistake
pain can lead to your own troubles
pain can lead to anything inside of you
you just need to get some help
you need some assistances to get you out of the pain
Many pains cannot be removed
many can stay forever and ever
many think pain isnt nothing for them
pain is everything you learn from outside world
you may get it someday
someday you will see what I learn from pain
you can see me with cuts on my arms
that was pain, everything I want is pain
Love is pain too you know
you left me alone in the outside world
pain is getting inside of me, not letting me go
I'm alone in the darkness of shadows
This pain is for you
Many things I believe for you is pain
I dont want any pain from you but I accepted your pain
I'll take the pain from you forever
This pain is everything painful has it is
ready for everything is to be done for you
I'll be ready for everyone's pain
Every shadows of darkness is there inside of me
tearing me apart to learn from you and the people
So I'll take everyone's pain away
so you can tell me about your pain and
forever pure
poem by Hunter Kejick
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Rich and Full
There’s a taste of fall
A hint of earth
A dash of October
In you
But you smell like November
Rich and full
Like cinnamon on top
And spice below
And when loving you is done
Your smile chases away
My lonely Decembers
And I feel February
Closer than the months
Its behind
When your lips reach mine
I feel the heat of summer
Warming this body
As white as snow
And in the glow of a love
Rich and full
I know that I could lose
Track of my life
Loving you
Endlessly
poem by Alejandro Torres
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This Pain Is For You
Many things I believe for you is pain
I don't want any pain from you but I accept your pain
I'll take the pain from you forever...
Pain can be our own mistake
Pain can lead to our own troubles
Pain can lead to anything inside of us
I just need to get some help
I need you to acknowledge me to help me out of this pain
Many pains cannot be removed
Many can stay forever and ever
Many think pain isn't nothing for them
Pain is everything we learn from the outside world
You may get it someday
Someday you will see what I learn from pain
You may see me with cuts on my arms
That was pain, but this pain is what I feel inside
Love is pain too you know
Thinking about you when you probably just don't care
Pain is getting inside of me, not letting me go
I'm alone in the darkness of shadows
This pain is for you
Many things I believe for you is pain
I don't want any pain from you but I accept your pain
I'll take the pain from you forever
This pain is everything painful has it is,
Ready for everything is to be done for you
I'll be ready for your pain
Every shadows of darkness is there inside of me
Tearing me apart too, but still I hunger you
So I'll take whatever I get and even thou it may pain, I'll treasure it
Please acknowledge me, tell me about your pain and
Forever pure.
poem by Gabriel Pein
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