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battered and bloody
i face myself one last time
- opening my hands!

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Buddhist Lesson # 2

enlightment,
the act of opening,
like a rosebud,

like a mother,
opening the door...
like a child

opening a present,
like a woman
opening to a man....

opening...
all the hidden chambers,
every door to every

secret kingdom of the soul.....
opening the box that holds
your secret thoughts, desires....

opening...
the door of the cage,
letting the winged breath fly....

opening....
your heart to itself,
and to all hearts beating....

opening....
the vault of conceptions,
the entrance to the tomb

of past lives and memories....
opening...
your hands to the world

as if it were your neighbor,
and you, it's home!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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My Bloody Valentine

Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
I ripped out
His throat
And called you on the telephone
To take off
My disguise
Just in time to hear you cry when you...
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
The night he died
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
One last time
Singin'...
Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
I don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
There was
Police and
Flashing lights
The rain came down so hard that night and the
Headlines read
A lover died
No tell-tale heart was left to find when you...
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
The night he died
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
One last time
Singin'...
Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
I don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
Tonight
He dropped you off, I followed him home
Then I, I stood outside his bedroom window
Standing over him, he begged me not to do
What I knew I had to do cause I'm so in love with you
Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
I don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
Tonight

song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Well, it was sunday, bloody sunday when the shot the people there.
The cries of thirteen martyrs filled the free derry air.
Is there anyone amongst you dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding when they nailed the coffin lids!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Well, you claim to be majority, well, you know that its a lie.
Youre really a minority on this sweet emerald isle.
When stormont bans our marches, theyve got a lot to learn,
Internment is no answer, its those mothers turn to burn.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Hey! yeah!
Yeah!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
All you anglo pigs and scotties sent to colonise the north,
You wave your bloody union jacks and you know what its worth.
How dare you hold to ransom a people proud and free?
Keep ireland to the irish, put the english back to sea!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Hey, hey, hey!
Alright!
Ooh -
Yeah!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Well, its always bloody sunday in the concentration camps.
Keep falls road free forever from the bloody british hands.
Repatriate to britain all of you who call it home,
Leave ireland to the irish not for london or for rome.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Sunday, Bloody Sunday

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Bloody Angel

the bloody angel
finds no comfort on this earth
she looks down at her hideous body
too confirm she has no worth
the bloody angel
lies face down in the snow
shivering uncontrollably
she's found herself alone
the bloody angel
looks up to the sky
she screams aloud asking
why god won't let her die
the bloody angel
slowly crawls across the ground
her broken wings are aching
her mumbling the only sound
the bloody angel
lifts her head to see your face
why is it that you laugh at her
and turn to walk the other way
the bloody angel
hoarsely calls out your name
she used to be your only love
but now you're not the same
the bloody angel
lays down her fragile head
the snow turns no warmer
as it becomes her death bed

poem by Black Rose
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Bloody Luxury

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Now when I first met you
I was rolling along,
Just a bar room crooner
Singing heartbreak songs,
An I supposed I could never get next to you
But, you seemed quite happy with my company
You kept my body heat steady at 103,
With your mouth full of gimme
An your body full of much obliged
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
What you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...
Youre a five star woman,
An you know what to give
To fill a part time loser
Full of reasons to live,
But, theres no doubt about it
Im taking a chance on you
Becos you get my heart beating heavy,
Make my knees go weak
You get me so damn nervous
I can hardly speak,
But, nothings gonna stop me
Hanging on my good luck charm
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
What you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
Honey what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
Honey what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me,
No matter what you do to me,
No matter what you do to me,
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...

song performed by by Whitesnake
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Bloody Valentine

Oh, my love, please dont cry
Ill wash my bloody hands and well start a new life
I ripped out his throat
And called you on the telephone to take off my disguise
Just in time to hear you cry
When you mourn the death of your bloody valentine
The night he died
You mourned the death of your bloody valentine
One last time
Singing...
Oh my love please dont cry Ill wash my bloody hands
And well start a new life
I dont know much at all, I dont know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
There was...
Police and flashing lights
The rain came down so hard that night and the
Headlines read a lover died
No tell-tale heart was left to find
When you mourn the death of your bloody valentine
The night he died
You mourned the death of your bloody valentine
One last time
Singing...
Oh my love please dont cry Ill wash my bloody hands
And well start a new life
I dont know much at all, I dont know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
Tonight...
He dropped you off I followed him home
Then I stood outside his bedroom window
Standing over him he begged me not to do
What I knew I had to do cause Im so in love with you
Oh my love please dont cry Ill wash my bloody hands
And well start a new life
I dont know much at all, I dont know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
Tonight...

song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Sunday Bloody Sunday

Well it was sunday bloody sunday
When they shot the people there
The cries of thirteen martyrs
Filled the free derry air
Is there any one amongst you
Dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding
When they nailed the coffin lids!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
You claim to be majority
Well you know that its a lie
Youre really a minority
On this sweet emerald isle
When stormont bans our marches
Theyve got a lot to learn
Internment is no answer
Its those mothers turn to burn!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
You anglo pigs and scotties
Sent to colonize the north
You wave your bloody union jack
And you know what its worth!
How dare you hold to ransom
A people proud and free
Keep ireland for the irish
Put the english back to sea!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Well, its always bloody sunday
In the concentration camps
Keep falls road free forever
From the bloody english hands
Repatriate to britain
All of you who call it home
Leave ireland to the irish
Not for london or for rome!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!

song performed by by Lennon John
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Irritating Sky

The sky is always changing –
Can't it settle down?
Shades of blue, then reddy hue,
Puffs of grey and white;
And then it's bloody night!
At least I see a smattering
Of twinkly little things,
A silver globe occasionally
Which admittedly it brings
A sort of pleasant feeling,
Warming to the soul,
But overall it's so annoying –
Irritatingly droll!

Sky sky bloody sky, bloody sky sky
Sky sky bloody sky, sky bloody sky
Sky bloody sky bloody sky sky sky
Sky bloody sky bloody sky sky sky

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Drummer

1
The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud
As he beats of Humanity wrapped in a shroud.
Well he beats of the bone bags Dame Famine's designed
As she ravished and plagued us since dawn of mankind;
And he beats of Lord Boss letting oranges decay
While a child suffers scurvy and passes away;
And he beats of the beasts we've so needlessly slain
And of critters and creatures cast off in distain;
And he beats of combatants who're dying deceived
As the merchants of murder count profits received;
And he beats of the rape and the killing of war
And the mind blinding sorrow we blithely ignore.
He beats and he pounds till our consciences gnaw
And his fingers are battered and bloody and raw
And his hands are all broken and bleeding and raw.
2
The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud
As he beats of abuse that we try to becloud.
Well he beats of the barons and princes and kings
Who have broken our backs while crushing our wings
And he beats of the bribes that the powerful make
To key politicians who fawn in their wake;
And he beats of the waifs bound and chained to machines
And of slaves in the fields and other such scenes;
And he beats of decrees stating all men are free
While ignoring the blacks and their agonised plea;
And he beats of the tyrants in clerical garb
Who have tortured with faggots and thumbscrews and barb.
He beats and he pounds till revealing the flaw
And his fingers are battered and bloody and raw
And his hands are all broken and bleeding and raw.
3
The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud
As he beats of the strength of the rebels so proud.
Well he beats of the spirit the rack couldn't break,
And the flame of the flesh that was burned at the stake;
And he beats of the minds that could never be chained
By the faith that was living while ignorance reigned;
And he beats of the struggles when Spartacus rose
Having tired of shackles and slavery's woes;
And he beats of the women who'll die to be freed
And will never give up till they finally succeed;
And he beats of the progress outliving the jeers
So belying the pessimist's fatuous sneers.
He beats and he pounds till we stand back in awe
And his fingers are battered and bloody and raw
And his hands are all broken and bleeding and raw.
4
The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud
As he beats of the sights that he's seen from a cloud.
Well he beats of the meadows pale yellow and green
And of lakes in a wood and a river serene;
And he beats of the passion when lovers have lain
With their bodies entwined midst a field of lush grain;
And he beats of the joy when a mother has smiled
While she's nursing her baby, her newly born child;
And he beats of the sorrow upwelling inside
Leaving shadows and ruins when loved ones have died;
And he beats of faint images haunting his dream
Of a time when compassion and love reign supreme.
He beats and he pounds till we see what he saw
And his fingers are battered and bloody and raw
And his hands are all broken and bleeding and raw.

***

The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud

And he beats of Humanity wrapped in a shroud
And he beats of abuse that we try to becloud.
And he beats of the strength of the rebels so proud so proud.
And he beats of the sights that he's seen from a cloud.

And he beats and he pounds till our consciences gnaw
And he beats and he pounds till revealing the flaw
And he beats and he pounds till we stand back in awe
And he beats and he pounds till we see what he saw

And his fingers are battered and bloody and raw
And his hands are all broken and bleeding and raw.

And his hands are all broken... and bleeding... and raw...

poem by Terry O'Leary
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Your life is on a throne

Your life is on a throne
Of dust weathered-stone
A whirlwind battered face
With a mountain to climb
Of the time
Of the time
Of the time

Your voices a busted microphone
Howling, babe I'm losing my mind

I live like a turtle and this is my home
By your side
Your life is on a throne
Of dust weathered-stone
A whirlwind battered face
With a mountain to climb
Of the time
Of the time
Of the time

Darling, and
Sincerity's like a summer's rain
Falling, dripping off the leaf
Off a soul— born old
Dying young

It's not my fault darling
I don't show I care
I'm waking from a snare
Boastful wisps of love
Come crashing down like webs
Clinging still to me

But your voices a busted microphone
Howling, babe I'm losing my mind

Your life is on a throne
Of dust weathered-stone
A whirlwind battered face
With a mountain to climb
Of the time
Of the time
Of the time

And I'm losing my mind…

poem by Mark Heathcote
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Broken

Broken,
Like a thousand shards of glass,
Bloody on the floor.
Still here,
Too afraid to walk out the door.
The hands that used to caress
Now inflict pain and suppress.
No love is left.
Broken,
Tattered, torn and scarred,
What once was love
Is now battered, bruised and marred.

poem by Denice Robinson
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Bloody Well Right

So you think your schoolings phoney
I guess its hard not to agree
You say it all depends on money
And who is in your family tree
Right, youre bloody well right
You know you got a right to say
Right, youre bloody well right
You know you got a right to say
Ha-ha youre bloody well right
You know youre right to say
Yeah-yeah youre bloody well right
You know youre right to say
Me, I dont care anyway!
Write your problems down in detail
Take them to a higher place
Youve had your cry - no, I should say wail
In the meantime hush your face
Right, quite right, youre bloody well right... etc.

song performed by by Supertramp
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Empty

try looking at my hands
they are empty now
for i have released
what fullness was there
what fist
what clenched hands i had
once they were so
beautiful
in bravery
but
then
there is always a threshold
of courage
suddenly you find hands opening
to the sun
hands without a grip
hands that wave goodbye
to all your friends
hands that
grasp nothing.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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At The Age Of 35

Gone are the aching want, the unceasing fret,
Mad flight and moaning over battered wings,
And self-contempt whose secret penance wrings
Out of the writhing soul her bloody sweat.
But use has never taught me to forget
The glory that the common daylight flings;
Still in my heart the rebel tocsin rings,
And still is love my glowing amulet.
Calm and contented, yet with heart afire
To fight for ever for the sake of strife,
I hold the future and the past in fee.
The time to come brings riper fruit for me
Who stretch my hands with passionate desire
And welcome for the green and grey of life.

poem by John Le Gay Brereton
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Roots Bloody Roots

Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roooaaaaaahh

I believe
In Our Fate
We Don't Need To Fake
It's All We Wanna Be
Watch Me Freeeaaak !!

I Say
We're Growing Every Day
Getting Stronger In Every Way
I'll Take You To A Place
Where We Shall Find Our

Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots

Rain
Bring Me The Strength
Is Breeding Me This Way
To Get To Another Day
And All I Want To See
Set Us Free

Why
Can't You See
Can't You Feel
This Is Real
Ahhh

I Pray
We Don't Need To Change
Our Ways To Be Saved
That All We Wanna Be
Watch Us Freak

song performed by by Sepultura
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Fascination Street

Oh it's opening time
Down on fascination street
So let's cut the conversation
And get out for a bit
Because i feel it all fading and paling
And i'm begging to drag you down with me
To kick the last nail in
Yeah i like you in that like i like you to scream
But if you open your mouth then i cant be responsible for
Quite what goes in or to care what comes out
So just pull on your hair
Just pull on your pout
And let's move to the beat
Like we know that it's over
If you slip going under
Slip over my shoulder
So just pull on your face
Just pull on your feet
And let's hit opening time
Down on fascination street
So pull on your hair
Pull on your pout
Cut the conversation just open your mouth
Pull on your face pull on your feet
And let's hit opening time
Down on fascination street

song performed by by Cure
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This bloody past suggests to us that enemies cease hostilities only when they are battered enough to acknowledge that there is no hope in victory - and thus that further resistance means only useless sacrifice.

quote by Victor Davis Hanson
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Bloody Valentine

Dear... My Bloody Valentine
rip my heart out
bloody valentine
look into it deeply
bloody valentine
what do u see?
bloody valentine
are u getting the full picture...
...or just a piece of the puzzle?
bloody valentine
...What do u see...

poem by James Michael
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Into The Bin

Your silence revealed
The blood has congealed
That ran through your veins for me.
Your kisses that came for free
I pay for
In slow agony.
The letters I've written
Since I remain smitten
Yet no words could ever win.
That battle where I died
Blood and tears finally dried
Left this spectre pale and thin.
My soul that was her twin
Was cast into the bin.

I would have crawled on my hands and knees
For that hug to beat all remedies.
Time will heal said friends of mine.
Deafened by that silent night
So sad the moon refusing to shine
I lie aching in the morning light.
Inside me, bloody and scarred
My battered heart is charred
Burned from the kiss of passion
Spurned now I'm out of fashion.
And when her new Mr Right eventually creeps in
My life in rhymes, from better times
Are filed into the bin.

poem by Kevin East
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Buddhist Lesson # 2

My Bloody Valentine

Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Bloody Angel

Bloody Luxury

Bloody Valentine

Sunday Bloody Sunday

Irritating Sky

The Drummer

Your life is on a throne

Broken

Bloody Well Right

Empty

At The Age Of 35

Roots Bloody Roots

Fascination Street

Bloody Valentine

Into The Bin

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