Free
we are marching,
side by side,
heads down,
in oppressive silence.
trapped in small places,
confined by our faces.
numbered, and lined up
to face the glare of darkness.
i am human, dammit!
i am a man,
i am alive!
my spirit cannot be contained
in cages of ownership
and servitude.
i will not be your boy!
i am free!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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So Alive
Today I watched the boats
Moving through the harbor
Walking on water
In your arms I'd stay
Forever if I could
Fireer if I may
Keeps me in your thoughts, don't disappear
I am on your side
And so alive
So alive it isn't real
If this is how I feel
Then nothing now is true
And nothing now can ever be taken away from you
Sinking in the past
The things that shouldn't last
Just put to bed and stand beside me
Stand beside me
Always on your side
I'm on your side
And so alive it isn't real
I am on your side
And so alive
And so alive
And so alive
I am on your side
I am on your side
I am on your side
And so alive
So alive
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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By My Side
In the dark of night
Those small hours
Uncertain and anxious
I need to call you
Rooms full of strangers
Some call me friend
But I wish you were close to me
In the dark of the night
Those small hours
I drift away
When Im with you
Chorus
In the dark of the night
By my side
In the dark of the night
By my side
By my side
By my side
I wish you were here
I wish you were here
Here comes the clown
His face is a wall
No window
No air at aall
In the dark of the night
Those faces they haunt me
But I wish you were
So close to me
By my side
By my side
I wish you were
I wish you were
Chorus
Those faces they haunt me
I wish you were so close to me
Yes I wish you were
By my side
song performed by by INXS
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Spirit
I can see my destination
I can hear my call
No more hesitation, mmm
This time I'm goin' for all
'Cause I know where this road leads to
And therefore I will rise
I know this dream will come true, mmm
And I will soar the sky
(Spirit, spirit)
Would you guide me? Oh
(Spirit) oh (spirit)
Stand by me
Come on, Come on, Come on
Set me free
I can feel the penetration
Of a strong wind movin' me, mmm
I feel can the elevation, mmm
Of an angel lifting me, mmm
'Cause I know where this road leads to
Therefore I will rise
I know this dream will come true, oh
And I will soar the sky
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Would you guide me? Ohh
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Standin' by me
Come on, Come on, Come on
Set me free
(Oh spirit)
Now that I've found my way home
I've got to get there, get there (get there)
Though one step seems one mile long
Your bridge before my face (your bridge before my face)
I will take the leap of faith (I will take the leap of faith)
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Would you guide me? Oh
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Stand by me, oh
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Set me free...
(Spirit) spirit (spirit) spirit
Spirit, set me free
(Spirit) help me find my way (spirit) stand by my side
Spirit take my hand and be my guide
(Spirit) run free (spirit) run free
Run free, run free
(Spirit) run free (spirit) run free...
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Free
So free yet trapped from the other side
So free yet trapped free from the other side
The same is so different
your ripping out my soul
You said you take me as I am
you never thought I go astray?
I thought you were never gonna get here
What can I feel from you? I want to hear? ' I need you'
Its faded into the night and to the day
Its gone be forever or will I stay?
All I know is that I prayed..
Loving you hurts so much
I dont want this pain
Are we gonna get through this day
Our we locked in a cage?
Holding your hand, missing my friend
Deserted a life without a plan
Can you hold me down?
For how long can it be or should I be gone?
poem by Sita Cabrera
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Hidden Evil
Once I saw true happiness
I was standing in the rain
Watching that smile so ageless
The face so free of all pain
But since then so long ago
I’ve never seen happiness so pure
Now all I see is faces twisted by woe
So when you find it, share the cure
Something so ugly, so fake
That’s what I see in today’s faces
All controlled by the money they make
The rich set the poor’s low places
Now tell me why you pretend
To care and lend a hand
When all you care ‘bout is how it ends
And after it all where you stand
So don’t tell me you are hurt
When I call you selfish and vile
Because you treat others like dirt
One day you’ll stand before me on trial
Finally, it’s over now, forever
See how someone so caring
Can be so evil yet clever
He makes you so despairing
Listen for now he is gone
Hear the cries weeping in silence
Trapped in cages for so long
Sacrifices to help the violence
See the child born through war
See the bodies piled high
See the hearts his lies tore
See, how much clearer is the sky?
Help those wounds heal
Help those who have had a fall
Help keep those who kneel
Help them once again stand tall
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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Winning Side
It's the winning side
And everybody's cheering for the winning side
And the children leave their homes to join the winning side
And when Jesus comes He'll march on with the winning side
And we've got all the right answers on the winning side
And the guiding light
Whether wrong or right
And we have no fear
No we have no fear
Waiting for the sign
We will give our lives
We will give our lives
And I feel so isolated
It's so lonely here at night
I could almost feel you near me
I imagine that you're with me
On the winning side
We don't ask too many questions on the winning side
And I've got this strange sensation on the winning side
I don't recognize the faces of the winning side
And we all live here in cages . . .
Someone cried last night
And it made a sound
With my eyes closed tight
I hear everything
I can hear your voice
When I kiss the ground
When I kiss the ground
And I'd like to know you better
And I'd like to know your name
I could really show you something
If you give me half a chance
'Cuz I'm on the winning side
(Winning side)
In the sleepless night
When the blindness comes
Washing over me
Like a giant wave
On a sandless beach
Washing over me
I am proud to be . . .
And I'd like to take you somewhere
That you've never been before
And I feel so isolated
And I feel so all alone
Here on the winning side
(And I feel so all alone
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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The Lone Dissenter
he stands firm
his mouth is an inch away from the microphone
his words of dissent
reach the roof
and he sees pigeons
free from their cages
he wants to tell them all about
these white birds
but the audience whose faces are serious
like lockers
only see bats and crows
the lights went off
and he finds himself all alone in the silence of his darkness
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On His Father's Side
On his mother’s side
Born in Bethlehem
On his Father’s side
No one before him
On his mother’s side
Growing and learning
On his Father’s side
All knowledge showing
On his mother’s side
Stuck in one location
On his Father’s side
Present in every nation
On his mother’s side
He was hungry
On his Father’s side
The multitudes he did feed
On his mother’s side
At Calvary he died
On his Father’s side
He was the essence of life
On his mother’s side
Buried like other men
On his Father’s side
He rose again
On his mother’s side
Human and weak
On his Father’s side
The God of eternity.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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The Winning Side
Its the winning side
And everybodys cheering for the winning side
And the children leave their homes to join the winning side
And when jesus comes hell march on with the winning side
And weve got all the right answers on the winning side
And the guiding light
Whether wrong or right
And we have no fear
No we have no fear
Waiting for the sign
We will give our lives
We will give our lives
And I feel so isolated
Its so lonely here at night
I could almost feel you near me
I imagine that youre with me
On the winning side
We dont ask too many questions on the winning side
And Ive got this strange sensation on the winning side
I dont recognize the faces of the winning side
And we all live here in cages . . .
Someone cried last night
And it made a sound
With my eyes closed tight
I hear everything
I can hear your voice
When I kiss the ground
When I kiss the ground
And Id like to know you better
And Id like to know your name
I could really show you something
If you give me half a chance
cuz Im on the winning side
(winning side)
In the sleepless night
When the blindness comes
Washing over me
Like a giant wave
On a sandless beach
Washing over me
I am proud to be . . .
And Id like to take you somewhere
That youve never been before
And I feel so isolated
And I feel so all alone
Here on the winning side
(and I feel so all alone)
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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The Multiverse
An eternal mystery
Has been discovered
It is now reality
Never say never
I've been working hard
Down in my basement
I don't know where I am
Where I've been sent
Now if I get it right
I'm trapped in the other side
Esoteric questions
Have been answered
What really matters
Is the anti-matter
Now am I lost in time?
Or caught in the other side
In parts or whole
I'm in this hole
Will I spend my life?
Locked in the other side
The Multiverse
I've moved the time from space
Based on action
I've made only one mistake
I tried it on
If I get it right
I'm trapped in this other side
In parts or whole
I'm all alone
Am I lost in time?
Or caught in this other side
It's in my head
I might be dead
Am I losing my mind?
Locked in this other side
I am losing my mind
Forever, this other side
The Multiverse
song performed by by Voivod
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The Human Spirit
The human spirit never dies.
The human spirit always tries
to stay alive,
always thrive.
It's fierce.
It's bold
through darkl and cold.
Although it fears
it still adheres
to something larger
than itself.
It faces all adversities
that sometimes brings it
to its knees.
Still it rises through it all.
It stands again,
refuses to fall.
For the human spirit says it all
about
who we really are.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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What Could Hurt We Refuse To Say
we sleep because we are too
exhausted
not really because we are enslaved
by the king of
working ants
but we are
we have become the masters
of too much worries
preoccupying ourselves with
this state of
unfeeling
this loneliness that has dawned in our
days
widely awake to an unacceptable reality
dressed in such a fashion of
denial
afraid that we shall be the first breakers of
the law of tradition
people shall mock us at the sacred
places
scared and scarred for soon
we shall be ostracized like
over-sized ostriches
our heads cannot be contained in closed cages
we want to fly
but we are too big for flight
we sleep because we are too exhausted with the sameness of our faces
years have made us twins
and we do not really like it
we need more moments of silence to make a wall
to ship us away from an ocean of familiarity that is killing
what we want to want in love
there is no fire where we sleep
we are cold sculptures heavy in our bed
dusts have accumulated on stuffed arms
teddy bears that need to be thrown away back to the forests
our words are enough to promulgate its judgment
we still like it when we hesitate to say and choose not to say
what hurts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Break free
Will I break free from my past?
Or will I let the chains tie me down?
For I have been confided in a small room for hours trying to break free from this obstacle.
My mind is stuck, but my heart is trying to break free.
The bars are too small and I cannot break through to the other side.
For the other side is where I want to be.
Where I can be free from my past and not be weighed down by negativity.
But now I realize I can slowly break free by saying this statement: I am beautiful just the way I am and don't need to change for anyone.
poem by Christina J. Williams
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The Loudest Sound
Side by side in silence
They pass away the day
So comfortable, so habitual...
And so nothing left to say
Nothing left to say
Nothing left to say
Side by side in silence
His thoughts echo round
He looks up at the sky...
She looks down at the ground
Stares down at the ground
Stares down at the ground
Side by side in silence
They wish for different worlds
She dreams him as a boy...
And he loves her as a girl
Loves her as a girl...
And side by side in silence
Without a single word...
It's the loudest sound
It's the loudest sound...
It's the loudest sound i ever heard
song performed by by Cure
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Flight to the Moon
I have the moon in my side as I fly
Like the small people, who are to fly.
My message is simply conveyed by sending all
This body sitting on the edge of the world.
My meaning is golden, like damage of a dragon
On the time of the year that is defined as death.
My moons are numbered ten,
And I glare at the honourable natives of the giant rock
All silvery in touch, to youth it kills.
The nine and the one, each have distinction;
I can not deny how helpful my moon is
For flight into the heavens.
poem by Naveed Akram
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On The Wrong Side
I must be going
Kiss me goodbye
All the colors are changing
There's a tear in my eye
Hearts filled with passion
Eyes without sight
Oh, we never went runnin'
On the wrong side
All the faces of liars
And the faces of glass
Oh, they walked by the window
But they never got past
Action for action
Fight for fight
Oh, we never went runnin'
On the wrong side
On the wrong side
On the wrong side
We never went runnin'
On the wrong side
I must be going
Kiss me goodbye
All the colors are changing
There's a tear in my eye
And I'll go on living
All the rest of my life
And I'll never go runnin'
On the wrong side
On the wrong side
On the wrong side
I'll never go runnin'
On the wrong side
I'll never go runnin'
On the wrong side
I'll never go runnin'
On the wrong side
song performed by by Lindsey Buckingham
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that damn Cupid
...who or which is the main topic of this site
in any season, let alone this one in the Northern hemisphere,
as the hormones stir a young man's fancy
and an old man's mind...
It's difficult I find, being a poet, and a scientist by training -
you want finality in the experimental results
but you love the constant mystery and beauty of the world,
never quite reached, never quite expressed.
Take this Cupid. Not the actual one,
but the head of Eros, Venus' very active young assistant
obviously under general orders
but with a very free remit under his blindfold -
or so it seems to us who don't get to see
the universal script if such there be.
He's one of the few 'archaic' treasures of Greek art
neatly plundered for the British Museum
in circumstances not to be enquired into -
'saved for civilisation' would be the spin -
but a winged messenger to this house
in no small way.
Which brings the whole matter of the non-material
into question. And which is what some scientists
find a challenge, others try hard to deny with cold facts.
To get to the point. The beloved point.
A reproduction of this little chap
in a mixture of polysomething and marble dust
sits on the table by the window here,
I'm looking at it now. Why do I know
that it's not just anyone's baby, baby,
but Eros himself? (Venus, note, is a mature woman,
Cupid just an innocent (ha!) child...)
The problem, O scientists,
the blessing, O poets,
is that his expression, his intention dammit,
is never the same two seconds together;
and, always two seconds ahead of what
I'm thinking now he's up to...
he's always up to something
and he knows I know it...
and don't exactly know what
and I'm two seconds after him, all the time...
For instance, right now
before I wrote this, I thought it would be good
to give him a wipe.
He submitted to it with the closed eyes of a child
just old enough to submit to having his face wiped
without screwing up his face into a performance;
a beautiful, gentle submission
(for once; first time I've seen him look like this) :
now already, he's up to something - the corner of his mouth
on one side has a mischievous little thought (or maybe not so little)
playing around it; while his eyes are resting within himself
in a meditation on pure wisdom, it seems
(just a second, let me check on him,
you can't leave him for a moment)
aha! that's his game - the sculptor
who trapped him, or thought he'd trapped him -
no - was trapped by him! has seen two sides to his face:
the left side would pass for a meditating Buddha, almost;
almost blind, unknowing, unjudging of all worldly actions;
the right side has an up-to-something muscle-pull
at the corner of the mouth and cheek and eye
which gives that side of his face a look of active goodwill;
put the two sides together, and ha! it looks like mischief;
but more like the divine mischief of Krishna
sporting with his cowgirls.
Is all this the moving theatre of my fantasising mind?
Left and right lobes of the brain in see-saw mode?
I think not. Ikons are famously said to play this game
with the devotee; outer portrayal drawing out one's inner truth;
and here's this Cupid, more alive than I am, I suspect...
allowing me, who have acquired him/been acquired by him,
to watch him as he makes the whole world go round
and conquers all.
But as to warning you in advance
what he's up to with your erotic stirrings this fine Spring morning,
all I can tell you is
he's always on duty; always hatching some new divine mischief;
and I'm always two seconds late in catching his newest
cast
of mind..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Death
Though the world
just beyond the darkness
in which the girl was
curled up was unreachable,
she often wondered
how to escape the evil heart
of such a monster.
How terrible it is to live in-
to be trapped in-
the chamber of someone
whose face is never seen,
whose voice is never heard.
She shoved herself deeper
into her corner,
trying desperately to peer
through the thick black ink,
half-praying that she
could meet the monster,
half-praying that it
would keep its distance.
There was complete silence
from the other side
of the door.
It was a new, strange silence,
though, and she knew
that it was time.
She held her breath,
the door creaked open, and
the monster silently slipped in.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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By Your Side
I wasn't myself for so many years it seemed
Cold and confused my mind lost in the shadows
When I awoke I could see so much clearer
Held high it seems I won't be there to hear her
And I won't be by your side
No way of knowing
And I won't be by your side
Well I'll take my chances
In this place I was left for dead
Held down and mocked by all eyes watching
Now free well I'll be standing much taller
What won't kill me makes me stronger
And I won't be by your side
No way of knowing
And I won't be your side
Well I'll take my chances
And I won't be by your side
I'm free from you chains
And I won't be by your side
There's no time to cry
song performed by by Default from Fallout
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The Soul Cages
The boy child is locked in the fishermans yard
Theres a bloodless moon where the ocean died
A shoal of nightstars hang fire in the nets
And the chaos of cages where the crayfish lie
Where is the fisherman, where is the goat?
Where is the keeper in his carrion coat?
Eclipse on the moon when the dark bird flies
Where is the child with his fathers eyes?
There are the soul cages these are the soul cages
Hes the king of the ninth world
The twisted son of the fog bells toll
In each and every lobster cage
A tortured human soul
These are the souls of broken factories
The subject slaves of the broken crown
The dead accounting of old guilty promises
These are the souls of the broken town
These are the soul cages these are the soul cages
These are the soul cages these are the soul cages
i have a wager the brave child spoke
The fisherman laughed, though disturbed at the joke
you will drink what I drink but you must equal me
And if the drink leaves me standing,
A soul shall go free
i have here a cask of most magical wine
A vintage that blessed every ship in the line
Its wrung from the blood of the sailors who died
Young white bodies adrift in the tide
and whats in it for me my pretty young thing?
Why should I whistle, when the caged bird sings?
If you lose a wager with the king of the sea
Youll spend the rest of forever in the cage with me
These are the soul cages these are the soul cages
These are the soul cages these are the soul cages
A body lies open in the fishermans yard
Like the side of a ship where the iceberg rips
One less soul in the soul cages
One last curse on the fishermans lips
These are the soul cages these are the soul cages
These are the soul cages these are the soul cages
Swim to the light swim to the light
He dreamed of the ship on the sea
It would carry his father and he
To a place they could never be found
To a place far away from this town
A newcastle ship without coals
They would sail to the island of souls
song performed by by Sting
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