Set The Fire!
tear down the house!
throw all of your possessions
on the pile...
the possessions that owned you!
all of your memories,
your prejudices, your acts of
vengeance and greed...
all the things you think you needed...
your rights, your wrongs,
your halo, your guns...
your patriotism, your pride,
and the doors you locked...
all on the pile,
without looking back...
set the fire!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Greed
How much do you really want?
If you had it would it really solve your problems?
Do you realise the pain it causes
Struggling for something you may never get
How much would you sacrifice if I told you I could change your life?
You don't have to take on my advice
Don't do something that you might regret
How much do you really need?
Is it justified or is it greed?
If you satisfy your vanity
If you get to where you think you wanna go
How much is it gonna take?
Will you see it through or will you break?
Cos in the end what will you have to show?
Life can be lonely
When all you have are your possessions
Greed becomes your main obsession
Just take it slowly
If what you want ain't what you need
You've become a victim of your greed
How much do you really feel?
Can you recognise when something's real?
Do you live your life by fake ideals?
Do you think that one day you will get the chance?
What happens if you don't achieve
Will it be enough if you believe
You can just rely on destiny
Don't you know your fate is in your hands
How much is enough for you?
When you reach the top what will you do?
Will you look around for something new?
Without the destination will you carry on?
Will you try day after day
Pretend you don't hear what they say?
What would you do if all your pride was gone?
Life can be lonely
When all you have are your possessions
Greed becomes your main obsession
Just take it slowly
If what you want ain't what you need
You've become a victim of your greed
Cos material possessions ain't the world
(Ain't the world)
Nobody ever bought you happiness with diamonds or pearls
(Diamonds or pearls)
You've gotta look at this for what they really are
(What they really are)
Or you'll find yourself wanting more
Going way too far
Life can be lonely
When all you have are your possessions
Greed becomes your main obsession
Just take it slowly
If what you want ain't what you need
You've become a victim of your greed
Life can be lonely
Just take it slowly
If what you want ain't what you need
You've become a victim of your greed
Life can be lonely
When all you have are your possessions
Greed becomes your main obsession
Just take it slowly
If what you want ain't what you need
You've become a victim of your greed
Life can be lonely
Just take it slowly...
song performed by by Liberty X from Thinking It Over
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I am beginning to have a healthy dread of possessions, be it of a country, a house, a being or even an idea. If we are bothered by possessions we cannot really live either from without or from within; we are the possession of our possessions. All wars and most loves come from the possessive instinct. Why grab possessions like thieves, or divide them like socialists when you can ignore them like wise men: that you may belong to everything and everything be yours inclusive of yourself. Could we, and we can, have the vital necessities for all, we should do away with this cry of class and begin to differentiate between individuals.
quote by Natalie Clifford Barney
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Give up the fight
Do you know what's worth fighting for?
When it's not worth dying for?
Does it take your breath away and you feel
yourself suffocating?
Does the pain weigh out the pride?
And you look for a place to hide?
Did someone break your heart
inside, you're in ruins
One,21 Guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One,21 Guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I...
When you're at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your
soul
Your faith walks on broken glass and the
hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last, you're in ruins
One,21 Guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One,21 Guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I...
Did you try to live on your own?
When you burned down the house and
home?
Did you stand too close to the fire?
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a
stone
When it's time to live and let die
And you can't get another try
Something inside this heart has died, you're
in ruins
One,21 Guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One,21 Guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
One,21 Guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One,21 Guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I
poem by Pawan Kumar 'Meonlafesta'
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Eureka Pile
I seem to find myself each time I run away
Dont give me vivid in some yester body (selling) days ?
Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time
Or dya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wine
Same faces broken homes
Those memories have fled
All tears within me now are dormant or dead
My viens are bursting with a thirst that you cannot ignore
Alright eurekas pile
Now my saviour, or my whore
Theres a lot that they dont mind when things arent what they seem
I always wake up baby cos I always wake up me
My life may aint come to much
Ignore my history
Least my eureka pile can see some way I feel
Aint the way I see (* 2)
My eureka pile and me.
song performed by by Ministry
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Fire Drop
A fire drop....a fire drop
From the smoky sky dropped
The city is all taken up by fire
So much blood and many dead...
By the EVIL DESIRE
An anonymous dropp of fire...
Fire drops… so many fire drops
Dropping dead slow
From the source of that malicious glow
Fire drop… a reason of pain
The Fire dropp provoking all the deranged
Murders and helpless cries
Murderers and disgusting evil smiles
Bleeding to death in so little whiles
Red is all that is, in the river’s pile
Fire dropp look at what you did
You made the heaven on earth to ruins
Fire dropp you caused an un-necessary war
For human rights you are below par
Fire dropp you killed uncountable
You destructed uncountable
Fire drop! Who will pay for your misdeeds?
All that you did in your hideous greed?
Xainub Nasir
poem by Xainub Nasir
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People who get through life dependent on other people's possessions are always the first to lecture you on how little possessions count.
Intensity Of Passion Desires
people only steal
possessions trinkets
they value want
perhaps intensity
of passion desires
is too much to resist
yet had they asked
their hearts desires
in time would
oft be freely given
sadly possessions
held lose allure values
poem by Terence George Craddock
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That City
Should not throw back
Memories of Hotel Universo
Mouth could not utter a word
Nor could it take “comida” daily
Not for a matter of choice
But the realities of that City.
Should not throw back
Memories of Olof Palme Avenue
Initially rejected as a “Ninja”
At times locked out in the cold
Not for sheer forgetfulness
But the realities of that City.
Should not throw back
Memories of Karl Marx Avenue
Satiated with profit motive
Yet saved from succumbing to death
Not for a matter of choice
But the realities of that City.
Should not through back
Memories of that little house
Life became renewed, where
Care and love knew no frontiers
Yet it is in that same city
That City of Maputo!
Dedication: To Greatson Raphael Kamoto,
true friend who separates kindness, justice,
and love from their respective opposites.
Monday,27th July 1992.
Tete, Mozambique.
poem by Isaac Maliya
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What Are True Riches?
Gold Finances Possessions
are not true wealth.
Give them to a dog the dog
does not care.
Food Food matters
to the dog.
The dog wants to eat
as do
the starving millions.
Gold Money Possessions
we cannot eat them.
Wise words of inspiration
focused wisdom
can change and enrich society.
A country without art
an appreciation
of what great civilizations
have said through art
is not worth living in.
What of the third world?
The topic cries for attention.
It is not pompous vanity
that divides nations.
Policies of the IMF are deliberate
it is deliberate
calculated greed and indifference.
The price the environment
and poor
people of this planet have paid
is soon evidently...
going to haunt us.
The amazingly thing is
world powers
are deliberately inflicting...
this suffering upon other nations.
The technology resources
and money needed
to resolve these issues...
was available.
Superpowers would rather
rule a rubbish heap
than share a paradise earth.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Enforced Change.
Double, double toil and trouble.
As they search amongst the rubble.
Which the fire left behind.
In the hope that they might find
Something that has not been destroyed.
As they struggle to avoid.
Recognising reality.
That everything they owned has gone.
They are searching hopelessly.
They do not want to dwell upon.
A future looking very bleak.
Some possessions were unique.
They will have to start again.
Although the loss has caused them pain.
Luckily they were insured
What can't be cured must be endured.
The fire was a tragedy.
Also an opportunity.
To show the world what they can do
Change their life style to something new.
Their children grown and fled the nest
So they can do as they think best.
A smaller house would be ideal
Less maintenance has strong appeal.
House hunting gripped their interest.
They faced each day with renewed zest.
Eventually they both agreed
A bungalow would meet their need.
And bought one on the edge of town
A place where they could settle down.
Decorate to suit their taste.
Although there was no need for haste.
The house they bought in good repair
They chose their furniture with care.
Because they need less quantity.
They settled for good quality.
Which they bought cheap at auction sales.
A strategy which seldom fails.
The house is ready to move in.
Now their new life can begin.
There's more to life than the T.V.
In fact the fire has set them free.
To engage more actively
As part of the community.
They've rediscovered life is fun
So much to see and to be done.
They may be old but they can do
A great deal more than they used to.
Instead of sitting passively
in their armchairs to watch T/V.
They've made a list of things to do
Activities both old and new.
Each day an opportunity
Which they can use constructively.
If they so choose.What can they lose?
It's up to them they can refuse.
No one can tell them what to do
Though it appears they've chosen to.
Embrace their new life happily
Consign the past to history.
They know the past cannot be changed
But futures can be re-arranged.
Though they still have their memories
Of the way things used to be.
Tuesday,10 April 2012.
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Vengeance
(carly simon)
Thats dangerous driving baby, the policeman said.
I can smell the passion of another man on your breath
I could give you life, get you back for what I saw
Thats vengeance he said, thats the law
You throw your misdemeanors right up in my face
The kind of man I am, I got to put you right in your lace
I should lock you up, getyou back for what I saw
Thats vengeance he said, thats the law
Thats vengeance, oh thats vengeance
Yeah thats vengeance he said, thats the law
Youve taken your half out of the middle
Time and time again
But now Im damned if Ill give you and itch
Till I get even
She said: just because youre stronger and you hold it over me
Ill put the pedal to the floor, and prove to you that Im free
Though youve stopped me once again, its not the end of the war
Its vengeance she said, thats the law
Thats vengeance, thats vengeance she said,
Thats the law
song performed by by Carly Simon
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There's A New Angel In The Sky
There's a new angel in the sky
Seeking her eternal rest
She fits the steps that walk by gods side
That lead her to her nest
Still her soul remains as does her wisdom as her body lie
She is still alive where it counts the most
As our memories never die
The sun will set as it will rise
This is a guarantee from god
That the moments he gave us will still pass by
Like our hearts but not our minds
The one thing that will never fade with time
Is our passion for wanting, our passion for love
These only strenghten with every tear we cry
These are the possessions that ensure
Our memories will never die
poem by Matthew Broadhead
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Bhakti Path (Surrender)
the Lover...
has built a fire.
what will you feed
to the flame?
your possessions,
your titles, your masks,
not needed...
not worthy to be...
your heart, your soul,
your innermost desires,
the very breath you breathe...
stand naked, and surrender...
your self to the flame!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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House of fire (Lyrics)
House of fire
House of fire, yeah
Let's build a house of fire, baby
Not one of wood or stone
Walk thru my door of desire, baby
Come on in and make it your home
Don't need a window to watch you, baby
Don't need no roof overhead
Don't need no key to unlock ya, baby
I'll use my lovin'instead
I won't tire
Take me higher
Building a house of fire, baby
Buildin'it with our love
We are buildin'a house of fire every time we touch
House of fire
House of fire
We ain't gotta pay rent now, baby
No landlord to throw us out
I want to play in your garden, baby
When you want it give me a shout
I won't tire
Take me higher
Building a house of fire, baby
Buildin'it with our love
We are building a house of fire every time we touch
We are building this house together, baby
Standing on solid ground
We are building a house of fire
That you can't tear down
Brick by brick the flames get higher
Build it strong with our desire
Building a house of fire, baby
Building it with our love
We are building a house of fire every time we touch
We are building this house together, baby
Standing on solid ground
We are building a house of fire
That you can't tear down
Building a house of fire, baby
Building it with our love
We are building a house of fire every time we touch
poem by Satan's Sibling
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Finds You Naked!
as hard as you strain
to pull the pack behind you...
you
...cannot
.....do
.... ....it!
all the things you're clinging to:
pride,
...success,
......possessions,
.........self-fulfillment,
.............ego.
all lost in an instant,
when time opens the door,
and finds you naked!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Lonely Man
Unfounded were his concerns
About the need for ample finances
Marriage to the woman for whom he yearns
To share his life's remaining pages.
So the inevitable became probable
And giving up was the easy option
Goodbyes always hurt loving people
Haunting memories linger like poison.
Now traveling alone he felt lonely
His heart weighed heavy with deep longings
His ambition to be rich and be wealthy
Was accomplished, yet something was missing.
Without his lady love, it was barren
For possessions will never proxy that part.
True Love when lost does not come again
All the things in this world cannot fill the heart.
' A man's life does no consist in the abundance of his possessions, '
LUKE 12: 15
Copyright Cynthia Buhain-Baello
January 2010
Philippines
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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We Take Mystery
Confiscate letters like d.e.b.
No natural course of things for her to expect
Withdraw the feelings 'you can, you can't'
I called your number as you told the world
Something is wrong
There is no longer any normal to me
You're my assassin but you can't see the crime
Pointless possessions of me & you & greed
I looked at you mistaking needles for eyes
Something is wrong
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Bonfire
stoke the fire!
sticks of prejudice
and hatred...
sticks of greed
and apathy.
sticks of profit
and loss....
sticks of capitalism,
and oil....
sticks of guns,
and patriotism.
sticks of sexual abuse
and addiction...
sticks of oppression,
and slavery....
stoke the fire!
build it up till
it's all gone....
maybe we'll find
...tomorrow..
in the ashes!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Grass
Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work--
I am the grass; I cover all.
And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high at Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and the passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?
I am the grass.
Let me work.
poem by Carl Sandburg
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I Am Not Proud Of My Country
I love my Homeland Country and of it's scenic sights I sing
But I don't say I am proud to be Irish as proud has a patriotic ring
And those who feel proud of their Country often go that step too far
As pride leads to patriotism and patriotism leads to war.
I have never waved my Country's flag at parade or football game
And I am not Proud of my country though I love it just the same
For pride and love are different as different as can be
And pride that leads to patriotism has never appealed to me.
Some people on flag post in their front yard fly their Country's flag
And I am proud of my Country you hear them proudly brag
But others worthiness and cultures they never could embrace
And without saying so they are telling you that ours is a superior race.
I am proud of my Country you will never hear me say
Though many feel that pride and patriotism are good and quite okay
But how many young men have died in wars due to patriotic pride
Love brings people together whilst pride and patriotism divide.
I have never been a soldier or had honours to my name
And I am not Proud of my Country though I love it just the same
And those who feel proud of their Country can take that step too far
For pride leads to patriotism and patriotism can lead to war.
poem by Francis Duggan
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