The Mark (Of Cain)
when we kill,
for whatever reason,
we bear the mark
of Cain...
and wear the results
of our actions!
whether we kill
with guns and bombs,
or by the greed
of our actions,
and our very lifestyles.
we are guilty!
if it leaves a bad taste,
we shouldnt have eaten it!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Moving On
This bird is now 'pregnant'!
And, want to lay some eggs;
This world is moving on and,
it wants to teach us all;
But learn from the muse of this bird and be straight! !
For, many are walking around with bombs and,
Are ready to kill others.
Yes, many are walking around aimlessly;
With no vision and mission at hand!
For, their hatred had eaten them ap;
And their minds are not ready for peace,
So, they are ready to throw out bombs to kill others.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Bombay
'Bomb-Bay'!
Of the bomb attacks on the Hotels in Bombay like 'Bomb-Bay';
But, why should some people kill others?
Our body needs fuel than bombs,
This life needs peace than bombs,
So try to be a role model to others than killing them.
Don't force them to eat what they don't want to,
And don't throw bombs around to kill the people around you;
For, why should i congratulate you of your bomb attacks? ! !
Life is very peacefully so,
Live and let us live too!
And, why throw the bombs against others to kill them?
Bombs in Bombay,
Why should the sweet fragrance of your love be destroyed always?
Why should the negative people around us always carry along bombs?
For words cannot express my sorrow and,
I will never forget this day.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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You ask me why I do not write something....I think one's feelings waste themselves in words, they ought all to be distilled into actions and into actions which bring results.
quote by Florence Nightingale
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(Murder Poem) Shades Of Black
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
I was abandon as a child.
I'm alone as a man.
The goodness of the damned.
Oh how I wish I had a plan.
Something set in stone.
With many regrets I walk this life feeling like a reject.
A failure all on my own.
I don't need no help from you never did.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
Their is poison in the water.
Their is treachery afoot.
Oh Oh just come look.
The blood has been spilt and they have no clue I did it you.
I don't even care if they did.
I'll take as many I can.
When everything has gone so wrong.
Sitting staring out the window with a revolver in you in hand.
What choices are left?
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
A nightmare of solutions unfold.
Each bloody as the next.
How can you ever truly live with it.
Settling for only second best.
The black knight ego's of arrogance.
Tunnel vision fills his eyes.
All he's after is the prize.
I doesn't matter who gets hurt on his way to it.
With deliverance I give you pain.
A message from someone who truly insane.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
And it is time for my greatest attack.
As if anyone should be proud of such a thing.
The sweat pours off my brow as I become the butcher of butchers.
A dissection of a living to dead body.
Someone help this man, oh please anybody.
The urges to kill won't stop.
They are all hes got.
Taking out all his sexual frustrations.
These escalation will only continue.
They will not just die.
Or move on to a paradise behind the next dawn.
No matter how hard I try.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
I feel nothing no more.
I don't know why.
I wish I could fix myself tonight.
I wish I could embrace love once again.
But wishes are nothing but useless thoughts.
The futility of the evil creature I am.
Hated by everyone.
So foul have I become.
A disease that can never be done.
Just kill me now.
To save so many.
Promise me, make your vow.
Cause I won't go down quietly.
I fight it for as long I can.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
All I see is things in shades of black.
No empathy, no remorse, no recourse in my actions.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Not Qualified To Judge...
not qualified to judge
another man's heart...
we have enough work to do
on our own...
but actions can be judged,
actions based in fear,
actions based in ignorance....
prejudices, hatreds, greed, apathy...
the battles we face
on the path to liberate ourselves!
compassion judges,
loves the person, hates the action,
lights the way, frees the soul.
minds controlled by hearts,
one step at a time....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The music industry's actions at the time of 9/11 and since have been actions driven by patriotism in most instances, and greed and stupidity to a lesser degree. Sounds like real life doesn't it?
quote by Ronnie James Dio
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Let it Kill
let it kill me and if it doesnt let it try again and again and again till i die, then let it try again and again and finally let it kill me if not then let it try again till i die of pain cause this pain i cannot take, so let it kill until i feel death creep up the corner, let me die with honor or without it just let me die, so let it kill me again and again and if not let it try until i die, for this life i cannot take i have lost all faith so just let me die, let it try to kill me dont set me free come on kill me i refuse mercy or sympathy all i want is death so please let it kill let it send me to death as fast as things go past, let it kill, let it destroy my soul and leave it not whole for i want death, i want death again i say i want death let it kill and if not let it kill again and again till death is all that remain, let it kill
poem by Adens Kamwi
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Never Judge A Person
never judge a person's soul,
for the judgement returns.
judge only actions
whether give or take.
whether an act of compassion,
or the act of ignorance...
yet beneath every action
there lies a reason,
that more often than not
you will never see.
actions have a cost,
inaction, even more.
even choice exacts a toll,
be careful of your path.
never judge a person,
leave that to infinity,
and when you look at actions,
see both source and result!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Forgetting The Consequences Of Our Ignoble Actions....
sometimes we forget
about consequences
we advance with our own
motives
that satisfaction
that fire that seemingly is
consuming every
particle of our being
we become the firewood
the grass
the gasoline that must burn
itself
into nothingness
where is our gene
of Prometheus?
it must be missing for now
we advance as armies hungry
for a kill
and we kill anyone that we meet
after
making a war and
killing all
the enemies
then we kill even friends
as we are hungry
for the killing
for the killing's sake
we have forgotten us
and the incoming consequences of our
ignoble actions
what follows next is
unimaginable
it is a planet of fire
where words
do not exist.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One will rarely err if extreme actions be ascribed to vanity, ordinary actions to habit, and mean actions to fear.
quote by Friedrich Nietzsche
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Kill Somebody
This is a rifle, this is a gun
This is for killing and this is for fun
This is a rifle, this is a gun
This is for killing and this is for fun
This is a rifle, this is a gun
This is for killing and this is for fun
This is a rifle, this is a gun
This is for killing and this is for fun
When the boys cry, in the morning light
And they take their guns and leave their girls and step outside
And they all feel blue, ´cause theyre waiting still
For the enemy on the other side theyre going to kill
You better kill somebody, you better kill somebody
You better kill somebody, you better kill somebody
You better kill
When the bombers come, with the rising sun
And the dreams of glory and blue eyed heros all have gone
On the other side sits the enemy
And Im sure he wont invite for a cup of tea
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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You don't get results by focusing on results. You get results by focusing on the actions that produce results.
quote by Mike Hawkins
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Actions Are Sentiments' Verity
Words are but mere lexicon, actions are sentiments' verity;
Where words may serve merely to confound, actions bring clarity;
Actions are the truth, to which words may only portend-
Actions make real, what was once only pretend.
Do not tell me, show me-then I will know;
Do not say you love me, allow the love you profess, to show!
Words tell a story of intentions, actions are their proof-
Do not express a desire for ardor, then remain aloof!
Would you believe I love you if I told you, or more if I show you! ?
After all we have been through, this proof is the least I owe you.
I utter no words before my actions are taken or readied-
I express no sentiment before my heart is inspired and steadied;
When I say 'I love you', it is affirmation of the actions I am willing to take;
When I say 'I love you', it is proof of the sacrifices I am willing to make!
poem by Maurice Harris
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I Will Not....
i will not be a part
of your wars!
keep your oil wet,
blood stained fingers
off of my throat!
i will not, by actions,
or inaction, be a part,
of that which furthers hunger
and suffering to pad
the pockets of greed.
i will not kill for profit,
will not march to the drum!
i will not believe in your lie,
nor wave your flag!
i will not cast judgements
with prejudicial blows,
i will not take from the poor,
nor dig the graves...
to bury the children
that you never named!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Smoke Of My Handgun
this 10 mm handgun made in Austria
is in my hand.
My coming days are curious
say frightened about what i shall do next with it.
My temple is calm.
My head is full like a cup filled with hot water.
There is no taste of coffee
It is 4 o'clock in the morning
And the streets in this town are all empty
Of people.
There is the possibility of using this handgun
To kill those insane witnesses
Dragging me to a crime that i have not done
Though deep within i want to do it.
Kill! kill! Kill! Shoot them with all the bullets
Of this Gun
This is what my mind is screaming.
My cousin is afraid of the possibilities of
My life.
I am not. I am certain. There is no way that a smoke
From this gun should come out
Without a Reason.
It is fragile, and so light, and Like all truths
No hand can capture it
And hold it forever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Simple Warning
You stare at it as if you've never
seen it. You eat it up like it's the
best thing you've ever eaten. Your
life is consumed with anger. You spend
your days eaten up with greed and lies.
It feels like home
It fits like a glove
to your life but this isn't
the way it was meant to bear
Yet you've known no different.
You are fed lies told greed is a
new lifestyle. Don't get fooled by the lies.
Greed will eat you up
Lies will tear you apart.
How do you survive. I cannot say but
don't fall into the path of lies and greed
for it will destroy you
Where Do We Go From Here
Where do we go from here.
Where do we go from here,
Where do we go from here.
If we sweep the bottom of the rivers
We find bodies that shouldnt be there.
If we sweep the courts and offices
We find heads that shouldnt be there.
Dingdong hell, pussy in the well,
Cats on the hill, ready to kill.
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here? where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
If we sweep the shelters and asylums,
Well find women that shouldnt be there.
If we sweep the dark streets and alleys,
Well find dealers that shouldnt be there.
Dingdong hell, pussy in the well,
Cats on the hill, ready to kill.
Why do we miss you so if youre just a speck of dust?
Are we getting tired of blood and horror?
Are we getting ready for God and terror?
Are we getting tired of blood and horror?
Are we getting ready for God and terror?
Are we getting tired of blood and horror? (where do we go from here? )
Are we getting ready for God and terror? (where do we go from here? )
Dingdong hell, pussy in the well,
Cats on the hill, ready to kill.
Dingdong hell, pussy in the well,
Cats on the hill, ready to kill.
Dingdong hell, pussy in the well,
Cats on the hill, ready to kill.
Ready to, ready to, ready to, ready to, ready to, ready to,
Where do we go from here?
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Where Do We Go From Here (Tricky Remix)
Where do we go from here.
Where do we go from here,
Where do we go from here.
If we sweep the bottom of the rivers
We find bodies that shouldnt be there.
If we sweep the courts and offices
We find heads that shouldnt be there.
Dingdong hell, pussy in the well,
Cats on the hill, ready to kill.
Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here? where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
If we sweep the shelters and asylums,
Well find women that shouldnt be there.
If we sweep the dark streets and alleys,
Well find dealers that shouldnt be there.
Dingdong hell, pussy in the well,
Cats on the hill, ready to kill.
Why do we miss you so if youre just a speck of dust?
Are we getting tired of blood and horror?
Are we getting ready for God and terror?
Are we getting tired of blood and horror?
Are we getting ready for God and terror?
Are we getting tired of blood and horror? (where do we go from here? )
Are we getting ready for God and terror? (where do we go from here? )
Dingdong hell, pussy in the well,
Cats on the hill, ready to kill.
Dingdong hell, pussy in the well,
Cats on the hill, ready to kill.
Dingdong hell, pussy in the well,
Cats on the hill, ready to kill.
Ready to, ready to, ready to, ready to, ready to, ready to,
Where do we go from here?
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Killings
You kill who might eat you.
You kill who might hurt you.
You kill who you want to eat.
You kill one in accident.
You kill one as punishment.
Can you dispense with killings?
29.08.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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King Of The Conscience, The Butterfly
the earth knows what your body does
the air knows what your mind does
the water knows what your hands moves
the space knows what your actions kill