For Tibet....
a prayer,
a moment of silence,
and heartfelt tears....
for Tibet.
i am ashamed
that we the world
have done so little to help.
for those tortured and detained
by a most oppressive regime...
for all those left without a home,
orphaned on their pilgrim's journey...
for those who dared to protest
even to self-immolation....
there are those of us who hear,
and weep....
and stand beside you
'neath the stillness of blackened skies,
believing in your freedom!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Hear The Cry
i hear the cry....
oppression, enslavement,
beatings, torture, rapes,
and killings.
people of heart,
slaughtered like sheep.
monks self-immoliating,
crying out for justice,
and freedom,
for basic human dignity,
for basic human rights...
i hear the cry...
of Tibet on fire.
and am ashamed
to be part of a world
turned blind and deaf!
free Tibet!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Weep No More
Mary, don't you weep no more
Mary, don't you weep no more
'Cuz, I got your letter today
Pack my bags and I'm on my way
So, don't you weep no more
Don't you weep no more
Dry your eyes
Don't you shed no tears
The sun is risin'
So, put away your fears
Cuz, I know I once done you wrong
I want to say I'm sorry
And I'm comin' back home
So, don't you weep no more
Don' t you weep no more
I hear your voice in the wind
And I feel your tears in the rain
Shadows of night are falling
Can't you hear me call your name
I'm comin' home
I'm comin' home
So, don't you weep
Don't you weep
Don't you weep
Don't you weep no more
song performed by by Bad Company
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Blackened...
blackened steel...
blackened faces,
blackened hearts,
blackened roads...
blackened eyes,
blackened dreams,
blackened prayers,
blackened gods...
blackened memories,
blackened fingers,
blackened windows,
blackened rooms...
blackened thoughts,
blackened nails,
blackened shovels,
blackened tomb!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Blackened
I see no life, no death
their is no now, no tomorrow
just where we are at the moment
with every step I take
that is my future
this is my living hell
sealed with a devils' kiss
I'm falling off the edge it seems
Blackened by every mistake
And I'm living on a broken heart of dreams
Blackened by the ways you left me used
the bruises clear as evidence
upon my skin
your words still ringing on the phone
wondering if you ever cared at all
was i just a toy that gave you control
either way I'm stuck here
sinking farther down once again
It's my nightmare for a fairytale
that doesn't exist
Blackened year after year
Now I feel not the love
and I feel no hate
days I can feel myself drown
I can't take another breath
trying to escape all of this
is it just a matter of circumstance
Blackened by all that's been done
This world so bent
on your knees' you crawl
as you watch peace fall
in every heart
Blackened by the days to come
These days their is no cure
this is reality
in this troubled land
so full of sorrow
your best friend
now your worse enemy
Blackened by all the pain
No one there to hold your hand
you pray for the promise land above
but do you think you will be ready
to enter the golden gate
when everything is gone
Blackened in the end
I stand here alone
a warrior, not a clone
I show no self cause
this is me, who I am
messed up in the head
I don't think so
I see what you don't see
and be who you can't be
Blackened to the bone
Hell turned upside down
Gods' mercy
here in a world already dead
where goverment politics' has control
they tell you what you want to hear
and still you believe
Blackened by your deepest sin
Like rats in a cage
there is no where to go
while they feast on your soul
ripping and tearing you apart
they watch you bleed
as thousands die
you grieve
Blackened by all you consume
Afraid to make a stand
you hide from your rage
reaching for the sky
as you hunger for freedom
still you don't feed
listening to screwed up laws
telling you what you need
and you follow
with every promise they make
Blackened from within
(spiritwind & charlotte phillips-2009)
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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A Metaphysical Prayer
O You Who Are..
O You who, so they say, say
that You are me myself,
that I myself am You -
or Who does not, in truth, say that;
since You created me as You yourself,
brooking no division and no doubt…
then teach me, who am You yourself
to know myself; to know
that I indeed know this in deed; and to rejoice
in knowing that I know…
teach me to know, in stillness, that
which I already know
for You have known this in myself;
You who stand when I stand;
sit when I sit; even
think when I think – even
when my thinking is not Yours –
You who are where praise and prayer meet;
where prayer and praise are silence
and that silence, full of You..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Heartsong, heart's dance
In silence, every song that’s sung
is as a wheatgrain in the hand;
known in wonder, love and awe;
its essence more than human sound;
in stillness, every joyful dance
is summed as if in perfect prayer;
though every muscle yearns to praise,
unmoving; more than mind in air;
silence sings and stillness dances
in the freedom of the heart;
self, content to be the watcher;
loving each and every part.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Years of Tears
Years of tears for no ears to hear, lonely for years am I
Years of tears for no ears to hear in silence they dropp and die
Years of tears, hidden deep, I cannot weep, nor cry.
Years of tears, for many fears of dying alone, I sigh.
Years of tears which no one hears as many years go by.
Years of tears in the lonely sky, my tears grow wings and fly.
Years of tears, my smile shines, through its little lines, I lie.
Years of tears, my somber peers through my melancholy eye
Tears of tears, Years of Years, in my soul, I tie.
Years of tears for no ears to hear my tears weep goodbye….
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Fear of a loss
Ring, ring
That was phone,
Mum answered
In a moment
Lost in time
my mum was gone
Granny on the couch
Nervous, anxious, fearful
A Quiet, deathly silence
Filled the emptiness
We were told to pray
I dared not ask why
Praying, wondering, still dared not ask
Then the memory, gripping
Daddy hadn’t come home that day
Fearing the unknown
Dared not question
Fear of hearing
Fear of knowing
Fear of loss
Ring, ring
Granny answered,
Questions, silence, gripped by fear
Bravely, she spoke what we dared not ask
What we feared we would hear
Daddy was gone
We lost him
In the silence of this night
He passed on, quietly
As he had passed through this life
Through our lives
The silence continued
Time had stopped
The heavy quietness
The ominous silence
Overwhelmed my senses
Fear
Loss
My fear of loss
No longer a fear
A reality now
poem by Alessandra Maraschin
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In The Stillness Of The Night
In the stillness of the night,
A faint cry for love is heard.
Echoing far into the distance,
Soaring higher than any bird.
In the stillness of the night,
Under the moonlight shining.
She hears his painful cry,
While alone she is dining.
She starts on a journey,
To seek out his heartfelt cry.
For if she ignores his plea,
He may slowly but surly die.
In the stillness of the night,
As she wanders on her way.
She must find this lost soul,
She can not turn away.
For she is lost as well,
Deep inside she also weeps.
Though she may not know it,
He wanders himself, her soul he seeks.
His cry for love gets louder,
Her cry as well echos out.
In the stillness of the night,
Together they wander about.
As they draw closer,
Their loneliness begins to fade.
For their journey is coming to an end,
From this love that has conveyed.
They come together at last,
Under the midnight sun.
In the stillness of the night,
Two young lovers have begun.
poem by Adam McKim
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The Simple...
follow that star...
to forlorn manger bare
'neath skies of poverty's making...
the simple, the common,
the calloused hands,
the baby's cry in cold night's grasp....
the light so few could see...
no temple, no righteous robes,
only a carpenter and wife...
no kings, no prophets,
no blaze of fury....
a child born in stillness,
that stillness formed....
abused, misunderstood,
his memory used and twisted
into something else and less....
never knowing, never seeing,
the simple truth....
the hands, fully human,
that dared to touch...
changing the darkness
with compassion's forms...
as if a leaf turning,
and no one heard!
therein lies the beauty,
and the stillness!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Discover ‘SILENCE ‘
I discovered a stunning stillness,
‘SILENCE’ a musical wave,
My thoughts dint appear beautiful than this time,
I felt, I regained my inner dead Emotions,
And now ponder more on …Silence’s Beauty...
Silence is a mystery,
And a magical union,
Silence is of soul and heart,
And mind’s internal peace,
Silence unite love with all creations,
And form attachment with all disclosed hearts.
Silence belongs to everyone,
It is beyond word ‘SILENCE’….
It inculcates an extreme essence to fasten together,
And embody a true peace and love within and around.
Silence is present every moment...
And it alerts you to open yourself towards life.
Silence is present every moment...
Within the stillness of nights and peace of early mornings
Silence is present every moment…
To intimate its appearance in all worldly needs.
poem by Richa Dhodi
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Ashamed
i feel alone... i feel like i could die
i feel alone... i feel like i could die... tonight
carry on carry on
don't feel ashamed.. don't feel ashamed
i rather it be this way
you're not to blame you're not to blame
don't feel ashamed
i'm getting close...
to the other side
just close the door
i'll leave the past behind me
can you see my pride
it's only one step away from
freedom... freedom...
i feel i can fly anywhere with anyone
don't feel ashamed
i rather it be this way
you're not to blame
don't feel ashamed
don't feel ashamed
i rather it be this way
you're not to blame
don't feel ashamed
i love you baby... so don't you feel ashamed!!
song performed by by Tommy Lee from Never A Dull Moment
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They Cant Afford!
no prayer in schools,
no moment of silence...
might cause disrespect
of other faiths....
ban the books
that dont march to the beat,
that dont follow the lie...
no discipline, no values,
let them learn at home....
give them a crack pipe,
teach them to abuse
anyone that's different...
teach them to make money....
for you! ....
send the ones that fall out
overseas to fight....
or to prison to learn,
to master their craft....
dont let them exercise faith
with a deep respect for all faiths.
dont let them read,
brings about too many questions.
dont teach them respect,
they'll respect each other...
cant let them join together...
they'll stand up and protest...
pepper spray and batons,
the police state lives...
freedom's an illusion,
a drug to the poor....
a drug they cant afford!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Moment Of Silence
Bow your head and listen
its a lesson to learn
yet it your not getting
but you raise your hand to ask a question
but no one can answer
so you bow your head in silence
they all begin to laugh
not with you but at you
you sit alone because theres nothing you can do
you ask for peace
to be left alone
but tears fall when your on your own
burning memories
and riping pasts
hoping for moments that will last
so listen now and listen good
because my ears are open
atleast someones should
poor it all out to me open your heart
all of it builds up inside
so its tearing you a part
can we have a moment of silence
for the times you tried but in the end failed
a moment of silence for when the truths revailed
and someone actually wants to listen
a moment of silence for concentration
hear your heart beat
so when you look up you'd be standing by me
Can we have a moment of silence?
poem by Yahdaj Roseney
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May Peace Sleep
sometimes it is best
for the night to take its own...
for the moon to pray,
and the trees to weep.
the heart once spoken need not say more,
and the wind needs not definition.
wise men came and left their gifts as such,
and the owl waits in stillness...
and the simple carpenter builds a house,
believing it will be some stranger's home.
a glowing dropp of rain that fell,
as if a star, or nothing...
i thank each of you for who you are,
may peace sleep beneath your pillows!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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In Silence
In silence, you can hear
the scratching of a pen across paper.
In silence, you can hear
the rhythmic sound
of your heart beating
telling you you are alive.
In silence, you can hear
the screech of a demon call.
In silence, you can hear
the murmur of a baby
just moments before
they begin to awake.
In silence, you can hear
your memories calling.
In silence, you are transported
back in your life
into days long gone by
under sun-drenched skies.
In silence, you can hear
your voice of loneliness.
In silence, you are there
within the confines
of your inner self
and forever alone in silence.
11 May 2012
poem by David Harris
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Weep Day
I never went to the tropical island
Though everybody said they saw me there
And it wasnt me you punched a hole in
At the west german protest march
Simultaneous events dont happen
We are isolated temporally
And a part is never called the whole thing
Though it bothers us to know its so
Every man is made of two opinions
Every woman has a second half
And its samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man (samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man)
Yes, its samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man (samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man)
I didnt write the words you hear me singing (didnt write the words you hear me singing)
I didnt sing the line before this one (didnt sing the line before this one)
You are not the one I was addressing (you are not the one I was addressing)
That person took a train to africa (africa)
Where he met the consulate from belgium
Who is now a buddhist in a cave
Who is pitching for the oakland raiders
Striking out the batter she became
Every man is made of two opinions
Every woman has a second half
And its samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man (samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man)
Yes, its samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man (samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man)
Yes, its samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man (samba time for tambo and weep day for urine man)
Weep day for urine man (weep day for urine man)
Weep day for urine man (weep day for urine man)
Weep day for urine man (weep day for urine man)
Weep day weep day
Weep day weep day
Weep day weep day
Weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep)
Weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep)
Weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep)
Weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep)
Weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep)
Weep (weep) weep (weep) weep (weep)
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Lost Pilgrim (Lyrics)
Pilgrim, those are dry and bitter tears,
And normal eyes look way beyond your years.
Pilgrim, did you drink the mercury,
Your lips turn blue and you're struggling just to see.
You were too far gone to carry on,
Now your life has stalled.
As you march ahead yet go no place at all.
Pilgrim, when you left that all behind,
The loneliness destroyed your able mind.
Pilgrim, see the writing on the door,
It's taking you back to a place you were before.
Pious eyes, ignoring passers by,
Welcome to their grave.
Don't despair, this world of toil and care,
This pilgrim lost his way.
Pilgrim, will you ever find your cause,
This drink so pure that you're willing to risk it all.
Pious eyes, ignoring passers by,
Welcome to their grave.
Don't despair, this world of toil and care,
This pilgrim lost his way.
poem by Satan's Sibling
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Blue Skies Bring Tears
Unleash the armageddon
So all the children go to heaven
I sit by quiet still
With their pictures on my eyes
You'll draw the guns your given
Write down the words as written
And never disturb the presense
Of resurrection touch
And it's about time
It's about drawing near
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Descend the darkened stairway
Make hate with plastic playmates
And fire out remaining traces
Of your self esteem
Mainline the deepest secrets
Lick clean the dirty fingers
I am a stranger to you
As you are to yourself
And it's about time
It's about fear
Blue skies bring tears
Don't you want me (don't want you)
Cause I await cityside
We'll watch the seas start to die
Blue skies bring tears
Take me inside your body
Blue skies bring tears
Cover me with your soul
Blue skies bring tears
To the darkest reasons
Blue skies bring tears
Is where I wish to go
Blue skies bring tears
You are the sweetest flower
Blue skies bring tears
That I have ever devoured
Blue skies bring tears
I ask for nothing given
Blue skies bring tears
For nothing in return
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins from Machina: The Machines Of God
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I Believe.... (Chant Three)
i believe...
that eternity is right now, ,
in the awareness of the moment
that a man is no more
than he gives,
and no less than his mistakes.
that what we hate in others
is most often what we're afraid of
in ourselves...
that to live we must risk,
we must try our wings!
that the child
remains your child
even when grown.
that all the children,
around the world,
orphaned and starving,
grasping for hope,
are mine!
that the true friend
stimulates both thought and feeling.
that every profession,
every walk of life,
is an art form.
that prayer is the expression
of the human being being human.
that the bridge to tomorrow
is made of what we do today.
that every coming of dawn
is a new creation...
and that stillness is the hand
that wipes our brow!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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