The Day, And The Coming Day!
we are the day,
and the coming day.
the cities painted with despair,
the houses built left abandoned.
the seeds we altered,
the trees we cut down.
the mountains we mined,
and the seas we defiled.
the peoples we left homeless,
left to die in poverty and hunger.
the ships we sent to the moon,
the smoke from the great factories.
the daughters we sold into slavery,
the sons we executed on profit's battlefields.
the lie, the drug, and the drug of the lie!
the temples we built
to gods that taught us to kill.
the prophets we killed with righteous indignation.
the bodies we left in our prisons of justice,
the flags we wore to defile our hearts.
we are the day,
and the coming day.
now skies have turned grey,
the air filled with our empty!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Hymn Of The Dead
the talking faces with painted lips,
stand in nobody lines making nobody sounds.
while gunpowder hangs from cobwebbed books,
in which the pages of freedom are unnumbered.
while justice faint as a wisp of smoke,
curls just above the poor man's reach.
houses left empty except for ghosts,
that have neither name nor memory.
righteous indignation with pale white hands,
that tremble as they pour the cup....
ah, but the cup is cracked,
and blood drips to the floor...
in the hallways of indifference.
a newborn son, put a gun in his hand,
castrate his eyes, teach him hatred.
a newborn daughter, put a broom in her hands,
and prepare her for the planting.
you call this America, the shores of liberty,
dark skinned bones ground beneath your feet.
while poverty takes now two from three,
and bodies are buried in the schoolyards.
crack cocaine, pills, and handguns stolen,
while gasoline steals survival.
and churches burn both plates and pews,
as the five o'clock news fills the needle.
whose mountains and valleys,
whose roads, whose fields, whose barns?
black crows on the tractors.
whose brown hands severed by the border guards?
whose factories and mills abandoned?
whose flags draped on coffins of pine?
whose voices haunt the play yards?
whose trucks abandoned on desert highways?
whose America, damn you! whose family?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Posting Pictures
i'm going to quit writing poetry,
and start taking pictures...
pictures of the homeless,
the jobless, the hungry,
the war victims, drug victims,
crime victims, victims of oppressive
regimes, beaten, imprisoned, threatened...
starting right here!
the elderly left to die in want,
those left to live on the street,
families sleeping in cars,
parents burying their children...
smoke stacks smoking,
nuclear disasters, oil spills,
mountains being mined,
timber being cut...
lonely people walking alone!
small children crying...
lovers left in the cold...
empty churches full of people.
i'm going to post these pictures in color
for all the world to see,
post them in dead silence...
maybe then someone will hear,
hear, and offer a hand!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Where Are the Birds of Wenzhou, Bei Bei
‘The skies are empty and grey at dawn,
They’re empty and brown at noon,
Where are the birds of Wenzhou, Bei Bei
Deep in the afternoon?
Even at dusk when the air is still
Or the cool breath heaves from the sea,
I wait for the beat of wings then, Bei Bei
Rushing to comfort me.’
‘The birds were once when the paddy fields
Ran down by the river tides,
When the sky was blue and the air was clean
And the trees reached up to the stars.
The birds were here when the skies were clear
No buildings blocked the view...’
‘But where are the birds of Wenzhou, Bei Bei
Why have they gone from you? ’
‘They left when the smog came rolling in
And the insects died on the ground,
When the grass turned white and the acid rain
Caused all the trees to drown.
They left when the river turned yellow mud
And the fields died under the road,
When men built towers of thirty floors,
They left the town in droves.’
The skies are empty and grey at dawn,
They’re empty and brown at noon.
‘The birds of Wenzhou took their nests
And travelled to old Hangzhou.
They went to live by a wondrous lake
That tales will tell, is blue...’
‘Where are the birds of Wenzhou, Bei Bei...
Have they forsaken you? ’
8 November 2005
poem by David Lewis Paget
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For All of These, and More
for every daughter aborted
in China because sons
are preferred...
for every young girl or boy
sold into slavery here
in the states...
for every whale killed
by the Japanese ships...
for every expanse of ocean
filled with our oil...
for every tree cut
by the saws of greed...
for every woman and child
working in sweatshops...
for every political prisoner
that we ignore...
for every homeless person
in the 'land of the free'...
for every kid in jail
who never had a chance...
for every old person
left alone to die...
for every family in Africa
left to starvation....
for every plate of food
thrown out, wasted mindlessly.
for every mountain raped
by the miner's hands...
for every kid that is different,
that is abused and beaten...
for everyone killed in our
money driven wars...
for all of these, and more...
i ask forgiveness, as
a member of the human family.
for all of these, and more,
i take responsibility.
for all of these, and more,
i choose to live today...
with an involved hope
for tomorrow!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Nothing
Shot down your instincts, turned into a freak
You said this was your first time
How fast changes come for you to finally see
Shallow plains for you to find what you...
There's nothing left!
For me on this ride
There's something left!
With you by my side
There's nothing left!
Noooo nothing left...
Stuck in with no way out a gift for your grief
Shattered your thoughts of a good thing that you never had
Hopelessly knowing whats right or wrong
Can't stop the feeling, it comes so strong
There's nothing left!
For me on this ride
There's something left!
With you by my side
There's nothing left!
Noooo...
Observe nature from a black top view
Left you defenseless hoping for defeat
Built on my fears
Confession of obsession
One day happy place for you to hide
There's nothing left!
For me on this ride
There's something left!
With you by my side
There's nothing left!
There's nothing left!
For me on this ride
There's something left for me!
With you by my side
There's nothing left!
With this ghost on my side!
There's something left
With you in my life!
There's nothing left!
Nothing left, nooo...
song performed by by Zug Izland
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Next Great War
the next great war
this country will face
will be a war within
it's own boundaries...
the stench of poverty and
injustice has become too foul...
the old, the homeless, the
forgotten ones have been pushed
too far, left with too little...
and the sound of righteous anger
rips through the air...
now the largest minority
is the common man and woman...
the faceless ones bought and sold,
and left to die on black and white tv's...
and the time has come
when there's no more taking
to be done.... unless, it's the
taking back, of our lives,
our country, and our freedom!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Damien
Things are done that I just don't understand
There's hardly no time left for the average young man
Works his arse off 'til his blue in the face
Drugged with hope so he can keep up the pace
And soon he joins the unemployed
Where all hope and ambition are destroyed
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
A situation that I don't understand
A desperation that just got out of hand
He didn't realize what steps he should take
He didn't realize that his life was at stake
He left us thinking yet again
Another passing of a friend
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
For you and me
Damien.
A contemplation left much to late
A deliberation we all left to fate
We didn’t understand the role we should play
We ignored the facts hoping they would simply fade away
He left us thinking yet again
Another passing of a friend
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
Is there any justice left in this world
For you and me
Damien.
Copyright Colin Coplin 1984/2010
poem by Colin Coplin
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Medley
Medley
“Moon light and lovers” yes I remember it well,
now I´m grateful for moonlight when going to
the outdoor loo where rats assemble.
Yesterday, when love was easy, yet she left
I blamed my after shave…me the lover had
my pick but the one that mattered left.
Everybody love somebody sometimes, I loved
everybody at the same time and found to my
utter surprise abandoned by everyone.
Smoke got in her eyes I was only trying to be
sophisticated, I left to hide away, but a man
needs his mate…but I had left it too late.
Love and glory, why didn´t I see that, thought
glory had to do with war. When she married
a hero, I saw it all and shot them both.
Hang down you head Tom cowboy hang
down your and cry they are coming for you
tomorrow and take your life.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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The God Of Gasoline!
for every gallon of gasoline...
how many children killed?
how many families destroyed
by the bombs?
how many countries ravaged,
how many peoples left
to live in abject poverty?
how many of your own sons
sent to battle,
killed or maimed?
how much pollution in the air?
how many oceans defiled?
how much sea life squandered?
how many political lies told?
how much hatred spread?
how many fat cats getting fatter?
how many hours of work?
gasoline...
the god of food supplies,
transportation and jobs,
even the farm machinery...
the big trucks...
and how much of your check?
there has to be a better way!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Perfect Drug (Aphrodite Remix)
the perfect drug
i got my head but my head is unravelling
cant keep control can't keep track of where it's travelling
i got my heart but my heart's no good
you're the only one that's understood
i come along but i dont know where you're taking me
i shouldn't go but you're wrenching dragging shaking me
turn off the sun pull the stars from the sky
the more i give to you the more i die
and i want you
you are the perfect drug
the perfect drug
the perfect drug
the perfect drug
you make me hard when i'm all soft inside
i see the truth when i'm all stupid-eyed
the arrow goes straight through my heart
without you everything just falls apart
my blood just wants to say hello to you
my fears want to get inside of you
my soul is so afraid to realize
how very little good is left of me
and i want you
you are the perfect drug
the perfect drug
the perfect drug
the perfect drug
take me with you
without you everything just falls apart
it's not as much fun to pick up the pieces
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Numb
yeah this is how it ends
after all these years
tired of it all
hopelessly helplessly broken apart
he finally falls
he doesn't want to think
doesn't want to feel
doesn't want to know what's going on
says there's nothing he can do will change anything
he doesn't want to know what's going wrong
because he's in love with a drug
one that makes him numb
one that stops him feeling at all
he's in love with a drug
forget eveyone
he really doesn't care anymore
anymore...
yeah this is how it ends
after all this time
everything just fades away
worn-out and empty and all alone
with nothing left to say
oh it's all too big to make a difference
it's all too wrong to make it right
yeah everything is too unfair
everything too much to bear
he doesn't have the strength left for the fight
says all he wants is the drug
the one that makes him numb
the one that stops him feeling at all
he just wants to take the drug
forget everyone
he doesn't want to care anymore
just keeps loving the drug
the one that makes him numb
the one that stops him feeling at all
just keeps loving the drug
the drug that he's become
he isn't really here anymore...
and that makes me cry
song performed by by Cure
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Our Loss
God walks the Earth no more
And
We, are left alone.
To fight our battles
Climb our hills
To watch our personal dawns.
We feel no more
Our passions dead.
We have gone
Where only mortals tread.
We have no hearts
Our loves are lost
Our innocence
The greatest cost.
What remains
But, empty skeletons
Godless creatures, gutless men.
We have no hearts
Nothing beats in our chest.
Savages all, yet worse our cost
We've lost our dreams
And
Nothings left.
Barren lands
Brown bittered grass.
We've killed our gods.
We've killed ourselves.
What remains
But mortal shells.
The long night's here
It brings no stars
No hopes, No dreams
Just painful scars.
We've killed ourselves.
Innocence lost.
Dreams that once were
Have turned to dust.
All that's left
Has begun to rust.
We've stayed too long
And, killed too much.
Savages, with thirsts for blood.
We've killed ourselves
Our innocence lost.
Hope is gone
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Kohoutek
Who will stand alone?
She carried ribbons, she wore them out
Courage built a bridge, jealous tore it down
At least its something youve left behind
Like kohoutek, you were gone
We sat in the garden, we stood on the porch
I wont deny myself, we never talked
She wore bangles, she wore bells
On her toes and she jumped like a fish
Like a flyin friend, you were gone
Like kohoutek, cant forget that
Fever built a bridge, reason tore it down
If I am one to follow.. who will stand alone?
Maybe youre not the problem
Scissors, paper, stone
If you stand and holler, these prayers will talk
She carried ribbons, she wore them out
Michael built a bridge...michael tore it down
At least its something youve left behind
Like kohoutek, you were gone
Michael built a bridge... michael tore it down
If I stand and holler... will I stand alone?
song performed by by REM
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Songburst & Delirium
Wide awake in the candlelight
Stoned straight, crashing
Ocean wave patterns and sunset
In their prime
Shoulder demons tell me
How to lie when it matters
And you better hope
That you see it coming
Painted grey and blurry
I am waiting for the sock to drop
Yes I can fake it, hide, Runaway
When there's nothing left to know...nothing
Lonely like a living room
Hallway noises and interviews
Squeze the globe in between
Your legs and hope God knows
When to show his face when it matters
And you better hope
That you're feeling something
Painted by the worry
I am stained by the learning
Of what I can't feel, see, thknk, undo
I'm going to mexico where there's
Nothing bu the sun...nothing
The four walls entertaining
Me are symbols of my contentment
Of mental and legal poverty
Nine out of ten can't be wrong
I have never learned
The secret of velocity
As I expand I feel small
I have nothing left
That I can draw from
I have nothing left....Nothing
song performed by by I Mother Earth
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The Perfect Drug
The perfect drug
I got my head, but my head is unraveling
Cant keep control, cant keep track of where its traveling
I got my heart but my heart is no good
And youre the only one thats understood
I come along but I dont know where youre taking me
I shouldnt go but youre reaching back and shaking me
Turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky
The more I give to you, the more I die
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You make me hard, when Im all soft inside
I see the truth, when Im all stupid eyed
The arrow goes straight through my heart
Without you everything just falls apart
My blood wants to say hello to you
My feelings want to get inside of you
My soul is so afraid to realize
Every little word is a lack of me
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
(whispering)
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the drug, the perfect drug
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
(continues in backround)
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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The Dead Dont Cry
the dead dont cry,
they weep...
for the undone deeds
of the living...
for the work not finished,
the cup left half-empty,
the song that no one heard.
for the deaf ears,
and the blinded eyes.
for the callous heart,
the spirit left in chains.
for the house half finished,
and the home abandoned.
for the love left holding
the purse, and the scar!
for the holy child
born out of wedlock...
for the table left empty,
the chairs that long and pine.
for the touch that failed,
the quivering lip unseen.
for the pot left empty,
and the fire untended.
for the bodies walking
who have no face...
for the latched door,
and the candle unlit...
the dead dont cry,
they weep...
and the sound of their weeping
shakes the earth!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Let The River Run
(the new jerusalem)
Were coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.
Let the river run,
Let all the dreamers
Wake the nation.
Come, the new jerusalem.
Silver cities rise,
The morning lights
The streets that meet them,
And sirens call them on
With a song.
Its asking for the taking.
Trembling, shaking.
Oh, my heart is aching.
Were coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.
We the great and small
Stand on a star
And blaze a trail of desire
Through the darkning dawn.
Its asking for the taking.
Come run with me now,
The sky is the color of blue
Youve never even seen
In the eyes of your lover.
Oh, my heart is aching.
Were coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.
Its asking for the taking.
Trembling, shaking.
Oh, my heart is aching.
Were coming to the edge,
Running on the water,
Coming through the fog,
Your sons and daughters.
Let the river run,
Let all the dreamers
Wake the nation.
Come, the new jerusalem.
song performed by by Carly Simon
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In The Image Of Man!
ancient Greek legends,
footprints carved in stone.
and yes the fires of Stonehenge,
and the medieval forests.
wooden ships sailing
on seas mapped by loss,
even Atlantis, but a memory.
Rome burned,
fed by the bodies of pride.
and men cut trees
until there were none.
a simple carpenter
reclaimed love by cost...
and bodhisattvas bore
the suffering of many.
men created god
in the image of man.
with war on his breath,
the color drained from his face.
destroyed the books and the temples
of the sacred feminine...
and so lost their hearts
in the shells of their egos...
feeding and gorging,
and bartering souls.
and the price of flesh
became the way.
they mined the earth,
pumped oil from the sands,
and defiled their oceans,
until there were none.
and Mother Earth wept,
the wind hid her face.
the womb closed,
the air stunk of death.
and the kingdoms of man,
crumbled and fell...
the gods of war,
turned away!
somewhere she waits,
her breasts on fire...
in the still darkness,
conceiving the dawn...
who will go?
and who will remain?
when the tides of time....
return?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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After
After the smoke clears
Bodies cover the ground.
After the bodies are bagged and tagged
Blood stains the sand.
After tears are shed from the eyes of the love ones these patriots left behind.
War still rages with many more patriots left to die.
After the war is finally over will justice truly be what we remember.
Or will death be this wars aftermath.
New Beginning
hand me down some photographs
spread across the floor
a broken record spins in circles
she can't listen anymore
she's turned around a thousand times
she set that bridge a fire
but did you wanna listen
you took the world with you
so what is left
so what is left for me
i called you on the phone again
just the other day
it sounds to me you found your place
and everything is great
but did you wanna listen
you took the world with you
so what is left
so what is left for me
i try
so hard to figure out
why
no explanation keeps me waiting
lets try
because i know you won't forget
i know
even if the story is over
but did you wanna listen
you took the world with you
so what is left for me
so what is left for me
but did you wanna listen
you took the world with you
so what is left
so what is left for me
what's left for me
song performed by by Finch from What It Is To Burn
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