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Temple Of The Self # 3

computer technology,
living like machines.
skyscrapers, housing projects
swallow up the green.

spray your food, get a pill,
walking in a dream.
safe sex, forced abortions,
and nothing is obscene.

and the sound of the heart
shakes the ground.
hunger burns, the sea churns,
and babies drown.

you pray to God,
but your prayers fall amid the furor.
in the temple of the self,
bowing down to the mirror!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Temple Of The Self # 5

guilty fingers pointing back
till they pierce our heart.
i could say i'm not like you,
but you'd shine a light into my dark!

we take without thinking
about the scars we leave behind.
make judgements without blinking,
the walking deaf and blind.

and the sound of the heart
shakes the ground.
hunger burns, the sea churns,
and babies drown.

you pray to God,
but your prayers fall amid the furor.
in the temple of the self,
bowing down to the mirror!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Temple Of The Self # 4

manipulate, masturbate,
you need another hand.
man wants another woman,
woman needs a better man.

never happy, not content,
you steal your neighbor's wife.
trade your morals for desire,
at the cost of another's life.

and the sound of the heart
shakes the ground.
hunger burns, the sea churns,
and babies drown.

you pray to God,
but your prayers fall amid the furor.
in the temple of the self
bowing down to the mirror!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Temple Of The Self # 2

oil wars, earthquakes,
famines rock the earth.
wore down, beat down,
give it all you're worth.

nuclear, eternity,
history ends with a blink.
steal your soul, steal your thoughts,
controlling what you think.

and the sound of the heart
shakes the ground.
hunger burns, the sea churns,
and babies drown.

you pray to God,
but your prayers fall amid the furor.
in the temple of the self,
bowing down to the mirror.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Temple Of The Self

dead people, broken people,
everywhere you look.
mouths moving, cant talk,
empty pages in a book.

eyes glazed, half dazed,
afraid of their shadows.
bought the lie, never questioned why,
cant move unless they follow.

and the sound of the heart
shakes the ground.
hunger burns, the sea churns,
and babies drown.

you pray to God,
but your prayers fall amid the furor.
in the temple of the self
bowing down to the mirror.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Butter Cup Rain Tree (Somewhere in Fantsayland)

My new friend is Buttercup Tree,
She works like a busy bee.

Living where the fairy rings grow,
Planted around lots of mistletoe.

Only seen when leaves turn brown,
Silently fall upon the ground.

Her attire is clover green,
Most beautiful fairy ever seen.

Uses computer, all day thru,
Keeping records for me and you.

She really makes her computer
sing,
Loves to play games, and things.

Her fairy husband keeps us well,
The only doctor in the dells.

poem by Heather Burns
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Furor

[here comes the furor]
Kick the dust, wipe the crime from the main street
Await the coming of the lord
Hangin round with them low down and dirty
Bringing order from the boss
Whats the furor bout it all
Leave you pantin, bust your balls
Kicked around, messed about, get your hands dirty
On the killin floor
Im your furor
Im your furor, baby
[come on, yeah]
Friend of mine, cross the line to a new state
I can shake the law
Find a mine, gonna build me a new place
No knockin door to door
Im your furor
Im your furor, baby
Whats your furor
Im your furor
[yeah, yeah, yeah]
Bring on the furor [cmon]
[well] Im your furor
Whats your furor [baby]
Feel the furor
Im your furor baby
Im your furor
Whats your furor baby
Feel the furor
Youre my furor
Im your furor
Im your furor

song performed by by AC-DC
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The hunger

the hunger thinks the rice
can chew both skin and bone
the hunger thinks it's nice
to eat although forlorn

the hunger thinks the corn
can swallow ears and eyes
deaf blind hunger born
self eaten within it dies

the hunger thinks the food
is just a body's unfair breath
the hunger knows the interlude
no food the body eats itself

the hunger thinks the body rotten
is just a place to survive and eat
the hunger of the lost and forgotten
makes its way to the last heart beat

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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The Bowl and The Spoon

i hear the sound of humanity's voices,
the sound of suffering and need.
i smell the fear, and i feel the anger,
of those left alone, the victims of greed.
i feel the hate of the guns and the bombing,
the terror of women and children.
i cry the tears and shed blood with them,
i hear the prayers of the dead for the living.
i feel the hunger of children left starving,
i am the anger of the unemployed in line.
i breathe the despair of those left homeless,
i am the hope of those looking for a sign.
i am the body that somehow god needed,
i am the ears the lonely pray for.
i am the eyes that see through the heart,
the prisoner walking through the last door.
i hear the sound of the baby crying,
i feel the mother walking across the room.
i am the father praying for work,
i am the bowl and i am the spoon.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Putting computers in their place

The age of computers and clever machines
Came from the minds of the human supremes
They thought it would ease
and relieve human plight
But the truth is it doesn't with thoughtful hindsight
They may do things quicker and save lots of space
No need for CD rack or even book case
I connect with the world just by moving my thumb
And check if tomorrow we'll get rain or sun
It's all very clever but here is the catch
What technology churns out a human can't match
So supreme own the world as all power they rob
And more and more people are losing their job
But poems and music and dance and great art
Set the machines and us quite far apart
From our brains come a wonder, it's what makes us great
The expression of art forms, desire to create
A computer falls flat on its binary face
In this one respect, we put them in their place!

poem by Stevie Taite
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How to Pray?

Pray incessantly;
Pray most fervently;
Pray with all your heart;
God will do His part!

Pray most sensibly;
Pray most effectively;
Pray deep from your heart;
Pray as if an art!

Pray for prolonged time;
Pray in any clime;
Pray by singing rhymes;
God’s answers chime!

Pray in holy place;
Pray with heav’nly gaze;
Pray for human race;
Pray in many ways.

Let prayers rise up high;
Let prayers pierce the sky;
Let prayers touch God’s heart,
As blessings divine start!

poem by John Celes
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Not Supposed To Break Down

Youre not supposed to be human
Youre not supposed to really feel
Not supposed to get involved
With anything completely real
Fifteen families starving
All around the corner block
Here were standing so alone
Just like gibraltar rock
Not supposed to break down
Youre not supposed to break down
Swallow the dirt
Keep listening to the hurt
Youll be safe and sound
Supposed to be super human
Cover everything
Just like a bird
Cover an egg with its wing
And knowing theres nothing sacred
And what is the use
>no point trying to find
What is worth, what is true
Not supposed to break down
Youre not supposed to break down
Swallow the hurt listen to the dirt
Youll be safe and sound
Youre not supposed to break down
Youre not supposed to break down
Swallow the hurt
Listen to the dirt
And youll be safe and sound
A fool and his mainline connection
By-pass going to the well
But that doesnt matter anymore
Im sure that we can tell
Whos a puppet on a string
An who really holds the glove
But it aint up you and me
Its up to the lord above
Youre not supposed to break down
Youre not supposed to break down
Swallow the hurt
Keep on listening to the dirt
And Ill bet youll be safe and sound
Youre not supposed to break down
Youre not supposed to break down
Swallow the hurt
Listen to the dirt
Ill bet youll be safe and sound
And Ill bet youll be safe and sound
And Ill bet youll be safe and sound
Ill bet youll be safe and sound

song performed by by Van Morrison
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Our Children!

those brown skinned babies...
starving in Haiti, Africa,
and around the world.
laying dead victims
of bombing and gunfire...
are our children.
those white skinned,
black skinned babies,
born into the housing developments
and trailer parks,
into crackhead pill popping
poverty... those,
are our children too!
those blood stained babies,
found in desperate dumpsters,
our children, again.
those unborn babies,
born into hopeless situations,
or never to be born
into a world cold and hard...
our children too!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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To Be Alive

Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
Not a lot is missing
Every ounce of treasure found
And i believe that everyone should get what
They're allowed
Suspected of belief that comes suspended
In a sound
And everybody wants some
It's the sound they make in heaven
It's a sound for here on earth
I've heard it in the whispering
Of the wonders that we search
We've waited far too long
To hear the healing of the stars
'n' everybody wants some
Everybody wants some
Everybody wants some
Everybody wants some
Everybody wants some
To feel alive
Oh - does it get much better than this
Oh - does it get much better, much better
Oh - does it get much better than this, than this
There's the sound that keeps you trying
There's the sound that makes you smile
There's a sound in every corner
Of the world that we survive
Your temple is the harmony
You feel the sacred ground
Just wishing for the secret
To appear within the sound
Watching for the morning star
The rhythm of the sun
I hear it in my waking dreams
The singing has begun
The passion that we walk upon
The passion that we bring
Is written for the mountains
They love to hear us sing
Everybody wants some
Everybody wants some
Everybody wants some
Everybody wants some
To feel alive
Oh - doesn't get much better than this
Oh - doesn't get much better than this, than this
Who made me make believe
I'm alive i'm living
Never underestimate
The signals coming to you
Oh
The sounding of the earth
It shakes you, yes it shakes you
Oh
The sounding of the earth
It shakes you, let it shake you
Hep yadda

song performed by by Yes
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To Be Alive

song performed by by Yes
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Are Abortions Okay?

We've had three million abortions, statistics say
How many dead and dumped babies is that every day?
The abortions are bad enough but we can't see anything wrong,
As if tiny dead unborn babies really don't belong.

There are only a hundred and fifty abortions a day they say,
We are not allowed to know but; is everything okay?
We are all so politically correct that no one can object?
Can pregnant ladies do it, no matter what religion or sect?

There's something extremely wrong, though accepted here; I hate to say,
Regardless of what our appointed Supreme Court might say,
Why and when did we all become so politically correct?
With an unborn baby holocaust going on and can't be object.

poem by James Bredin
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After Prayer

people milling around food
guest were first to be serve
they're very polite and quiet
elders came to say 'hello'
i saw three security guard
looking, walking with radio

we don't have tables to sit
we stand and eat our food
only cold water was serve
i don't have my four square
we all just rubbing elbows,
bowing, smiling and talking

(different world for me; same
prayers offered)

poem by Manonton Dalan
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Big Brother Knows more About You Now

Humankind has come far in technology so very far 'twould seem
Back in the nineteen fifties of such achievements we dared not dream
In this age of the computer Big Brother reigns supreme
To him we have become as visible as fish in a clear pool of a sunlit stream.

Big Brother knows more about you now than he has ever known before
And he watches every move you make even from a distant shore
He knows your inner secrets into your soul he see
With the aid of the computer and modern technology.

Big Brother not a benign character he has never been that way
He judge you for your opinions and everything you say
Goes into his computer a dossier on you he create
For Government Bureaucrats for to use against you in some future date.

The pinnacle of human achievements we are told we have not seen
And Big Brother is more powerful now than he has ever been
With the aid of modern technology he looks into your soul
And the loss to us of privacy is beyond our control.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Big Apple Dreamin' (Hippo)

We're so young and pretty, we're so young and clean
So many things that we have never seen
Let's move from Ohio, sell this dam' old store
Big Apple dreamin' on a wooden floor
Skyscrapers and subways and stations
Staring up at the United Nations
New York is waiting for you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming to see what you're made of
Are you as great as you sound
Heard about them massages, and all those dirty shows
I read somewhere some places never close
While we waste time on yokels, comin' through the door
Big Apple dreamin' on a wooden floor
Skyscrapers and subways and stations
Staring up at the United Nations
New York is waiting for you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming to see what you're made of
Are you as great as you sound
New York is waiting for you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down
New York, we're coming to see what you're made of
Are you as tough as you sound
Oh, New York is waiting for you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down, whoo-oo
New York, we're coming, to see what you're made of
Are you as tough as you sound
Yeah, New York is waiting, baby
Waiting to swallow us down,
New York, we're coming, see what you're made of
You can't be as tough as you sound
Oh, New York, you and me, baby
Waiting to swallow us down,
New York, we're coming see what you're made of
Are you as great as you sound
Oh, New York, Oh, New York we're coming
Oh, we're coming to see what you're made of
Oh, you can't be as tough as you sound
Me and my baby, we're coming
Oh, we're coming
They're waiting for you and me, baby
Oh... (Fading out dialog)

song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Mirror Maids Fixated

Mirror Mirror in my hand
who is the fairest in the land?
Asks all the worshipper, mirror queens;
female or male, star fame, gazer machines?

Worshipping reflections, is staple, of their routines;
same scene, serene repeated, until it seems obscene?
Mind projections circumvene, immense ego, onto silver screen;
plastic surgery, expensive cosmetics, consequences not unforeseen.

Inherent, pinball nightmare, or healthy teen;
fame idol, want to be wealthy, golden dream?

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Conversation of Prayer

The conversation of prayers about to be said
By the child going to bed and the man on the stairs
Who climbs to his dying love in her high room,
The one not caring to whom in his sleep he will move
And the other full of tears that she will be dead,

Turns in the dark on the sound they know will arise
Into the answering skies from the green ground,
From the man on the stairs and the child by his bed.
The sound about to be said in the two prayers
For the sleep in a safe land and the love who dies

Will be the same grief flying. Whom shall they calm?
Shall the child sleep unharmed or the man be crying?
The conversation of prayers about to be said
Turns on the quick and the dead, and the man on the stair
To-night shall find no dying but alive and warm

In the fire of his care his love in the high room.
And the child not caring to whom he climbs his prayer
Shall drown in a grief as deep as his made grave,
And mark the dark eyed wave, through the eyes of sleep,
Dragging him up the stairs to one who lies dead.

poem by Dylan Thomas
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Temple Of The Self # 3

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Temple Of The Self # 5

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Temple Of The Self

Butter Cup Rain Tree (Somewhere in Fantsayland)

Furor

The hunger

The Bowl and The Spoon

Putting computers in their place

How to Pray?

Not Supposed To Break Down

Our Children!

To Be Alive

To Be Alive

Are Abortions Okay?

After Prayer

Big Brother Knows more About You Now

Big Apple Dreamin' (Hippo)

Mirror Maids Fixated

The Conversation of Prayer

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