FleshEater
One night in bed, I took a vow
To live henceforth on V8 Juice
And California Roll. It seemed
The nobler thing to do, not quite the holy
But as pure as circumstances would allow
Based on my factual understanding
Of animal pain in industrial farming
And admonitions of sweet Lord Jesus
Gandhi, Buddha and McCartney.
Well, they'll say, what about Hitler
Hitler was a vegetarian too. But no
I will reply, he ate Gypsies, he ate Jews
And that's not what I have done. It's hard
To find support in these corporate realms
To change my own domesticated diet
Where I cannot run wild, and all
The valid choices are reviled.
Lying in darkness, I slowly came
To visualize the cages built
For sleepless tortured FleshEaters
As me. What now? A move to Canada?
To the Poor World, where chicken breast
Would have lived a happy life and died
A rapid death, perhaps before my eyes
At a full-grown age? The prospect left me
Short of breath. Without so many years,
I now assume, to settle my accounts
With all the creatures I've consumed.
poem by Frank Bana
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Jesus Died For Me
JESUS DIED FOR ME
WRITER HANK WILLIAMS
When (C)everything goes wrong And it (F)seems all hope is (C)gone I remember how my Savior (G7)died He (C)died there on the cross So this (F)world would not be (C)lost Jesus died for (G7)me long a(C)go (CHORUS) Jesus died for me long ago On a hillside far a(G7)way He was (C)tortured and slain God (F)bless His Holy (C)name Jesus died for (G7)me long a(C)go What pain He suffered there The (F)Holy One so (C)dear So that you and I could (G7)live I'll (C)try to repay For His (F)sufferin' on that (C)day Jesus died for (G7)me long a(C)go CHORUS As He hung there all alone His (F)life's blood almost (C)gone He never stopped prayin' for (G7)me So I'll (C)follow all the way And (F)live with Him some(C)day Jesus died for (G7)me long a(C)go CHORUS Jesus Died For Me
song performed by by Hank Williams
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When Hitler came for the Jews... I was not a Jew, therefore, I was not concerned. And when Hitler attacked the Catholics, I was not a Catholic, and therefore, I was not concerned. And when Hitler attacked the unions and the industrialists, I was not a member of the unions and I was not concerned. Then, Hitler attacked me and the Protestant church
Martin Niemoller in Congressional Record, October 14, 1968
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Happy Halloween
The blood that she let
Left me empty and upset.
My life now goes on forever.
I killed hitler with my fangs and a song.
His gardens died quickly,
He didn't belong.
Love was a dropp of blood for awhile,
Mine was to feed for the blood that she let.
Then I met friendly people on the street.
When I left them they were white as a sheet.
Tommorrow night I will eat candy,
My costume is real
My woman my blood to let
My tongue the blood to feel.
Give me a costume and reason to smile
I just use darkness and death all the while.
So, suck it up, you crazy believers
That we are the invisible creatures of myth
My journey for you
Is what she left.
The blood that she let
Is all that she left.
Happy Halloween.
Skin In The Game
The old man's skin was parchment thin,
his eyes a watery blue.
On his left arm he bore the mark;
his Birkenau tattoo.
The letter 'B' and six numbers
would be with him to the grave.
A permanent reminder
of his time as Hitler's slave.
Two winters spent in Auschwitz-
What God would so design?
It left him gaunt and starving
with no faith in the Divine.
Yet he survived the worst and lived
when all his bunkmates died.
His first wife was dust on the wind
as was their little child.
Now his grandson bears that mark,
the one and very same.
To remind the world Of Hitler's crimes,
He has skin in the game.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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The Religious Rigor!
Talking to friends about religion and its manifestations, that is my conclusion, my humble opinion
.Religião is faith and belief in something divine! Exceeding this limit personal and trying to impose itself by force, the notice is given to us by history.
Currently, groups say they are religious, and follow their fundamentalist beliefs that can't never be questioned or criticized. Your God is to make us all keep on our knees.
Fanatic Rigor!
Your application methods are Divines: death, terrorism, bloodshed innocent. He has no love for they lives, love is death. Our deaths!
Always existed in our world, evils men who believes in a barbarous theory: A new World Order! Based on politics or religion!
Hidden, behind this theory, are the other worst Eugenia; human selection of who should live and how to live and create a purebreed.
New World Order?
Cambodia, Pol Pot, one quarter of the population dead;
Germany, Hitler,6 million Jews and not Jews killed;
Chile, Pinochet. over 30 thousand prisoners, killed, tortured.
The list is endless!
They continue attacking civilians, hiding in his holy words, and trying justify yours killing. For me, Satanic Laws! Satanic words! ! !
poem by Mirna Morgan
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Sleepless Eyes Make Sleepless Night
Sleepless eyes make sleepess night
Please world
Give me something to hold on tight,
For even though I have
Sleepless eyes that make sleepess night
I yearn to rest, a rest so peaceful
Only death can make it right.
Sleepless eyes make sleepless night
Please world
Restore my life so it can be in my sight
For all I see is death
Because only death can make it right.
Sleepless eyes that make sleepless night
Rest assues that the world
Will give in and not put up a fight
Otherwise there is but death
Only death can make it right.
Sleepless eyes make sleepless night
Please world
Shine hope back into my life with light
So brightand warm it makes
Death seem not so right.
Sleepless eyes that make sleepness night
Give me the strength and will
That the world will share its might
To fight against death
For only death can make it right.
Sleepless eyes make sleepless night
Please close your eyes
So death will disappear with the sunlight
And let the world
Be the only one to make right.
poem by Music Galore
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God Is Love
God is Love, no more, no less...
Guiding Man to happiness...
Giving life and nourishment...
Sovereign rule and government...
Consider the flowers grown from seed,
None of these is known to bleed.
Yet animals that roam the Earth
Know a higher sense of worth...
To them, are granted eyes and ears,
Perhaps to see and hear for years...
Above these creatures Man exists,
Despite his evil, he persists...
Yet God is slow to anger, thus,
The Lord bestows some grace to us...
We live and move and have our being,
While the Lord is overseeing...
Neath the angels, Man is known,
And by the Word of God is shown -
Highways of Wisdom, Paths of Peace,
Eternal Truths that never cease
And Sacrificial Love in Christ -
Of all Mankind, He is the highest...
For on the Cross He gave His Blood
To serve as God's Almighty Flood
That cleanses sinners from their sins
Because Lord Jesus is God's Prince,
His Go-Between, His Holy Son,
Revered for all the good He's done -
In life, in death, in new life, too...
Christ died for sinners, me, and you!
Praise Him! For there's none else above
Who best portrays that God is Love...
poem by Denis Martindale
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(Choices Poem) Circumstances Unending
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
To let the one you love go for the better
Or the happiness of poverty in suffering
Like a mother choosing for a child
you must make the decision out of true love.
Forever the greater good.
The eagle looks upon us all with his eyes.
Only if I could see it that way.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
When you do such a thing their is no going back
Chasing after something you threw away.
All in a attempt to be the better man.
The homeless playing a game of kick the can.
Nobody ever wins.
It is to pass time as it will always do.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
Regret and bitter
Feelings that will never sit well with you
Your determined to overcome, and it not be prolonged
She is gone.
Forever a bad choice.
That you wouldn't want to change.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
The portrait of your face betrays the feeling inside.
The things you try to bury and hide.
At one time you were happy.
At one time you smiling and so full of spirit.
But now you fall into a very empty depression.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
No one will come and pick you up.
If you fall it will be you last one.
Like a soldier you still march as if you were still on call.
Duty and service is all you've ever known.
And now a world sits before you.
And still your all alone.
If you had to choose what would you do
Circumstances unending
A victim of life
A victim of death
A victim of compromises
A heart in pain either way.
To make your world a little more okay
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Hitler at 75
So Hitler came to power
75 years ago today
so what of it, really?
new Hitlers turn up every day
only with smaller armies
and rather less publicity
Maybe there's a Hitler out there
somewhere close to you
get ready to defend your life -
your personal World War Two
poem by Frank Bana
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Lazarus And A Rich Man
What meaning can you find
in a Rich Man and Lazarus
both remembered lived died?
The rich man had already received
his reward in wealth luxury lived
could not forsake now for heaven.
Jesus allowed sickness
death to claim Lazarus
proved from death Lazarus
could be resurrected
from the memorial tomb
after dead four days
Jesus had told his disciples
outspokenly “Lazarus has died,
and I rejoice on your account
that I was not there, in
order for YOU to believe.” John 11: 13-15.
Jesus had said to his disciples
“This sickness is not
with death as its object,
but for the glory of God,
in order that the Son of God
may be glorified through it.” John 11: 4.
Jesus raised Lazarus
from the dead
by the will of God
who sent forth Jesus. John 11: 41-42.
Jesus has said
“I am the resurrection
and the life. He that
exercises faith in me, even
though he dies,
will come to life; ” John 11: 25.
when we encounter
poor suffering people
we are encountering
people who are enduring
the same life that Jesus lived;
in pure ransom sacrifice died
for; and as for me I have chosen;
better a tin shack in heaven
than a mansion in hell for eternity.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Before Departing
Regarding the One, who died for sin, don’t plan to leave without Him,
Don’t you dare leave this earth, unless you’ve experienced New Birth,
Man’s Spiritual Birth, in God’s Son, The Lamb who died for everyone,
The Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, who died so we can have new life.
All men are born on earth naturally, but, shall end their lives spiritually,
And all must become Born Again, as God’s mandate to reach Heaven,
This is The Lord’s only doable plan, for every mortal woman and man,
To reach from this earth immortality, then move into Heaven, eternally.
The Lord does not change, so we must, to avoid returning to the dust,
At the moment of our last breath, consigned to Hell and eternal death,
This change that God’s speaking of, is a glorious change from above,
A change God can make in all of us, through the Spirit of Christ Jesus.
Most will choose Heaven, not Hell, the choice believed sound and well,
But based on merit of their own, while dismissing belief in Christ alone,
As hearts may not be at the place, to understand God’s work of Grace,
Fact, that no one’s good, no not one, and our trust must be in His Son.
In Christ alone we find our Salvation, man’s Redeemer for every nation,
Our salvation alone is in the Name, Christ Jesus, who all men proclaim,
The Savior Himself has told all men, to get into Heaven, be Born Again,
This Truth indeed must be in our heart, before from earth, we do depart.
(Copyright ©10/2009)
After Death
IF we must part, this parting is the best:
How would you bear to lay
Your head on some warm pillow far away--
Your head, so used to lying on my breast?
But now your pillow is cold;
Your hands have flowers, and not my hands, to hold;
Upon our bed the worn bride-linen lies.
I have put the death-money upon your eyes,
So that you should not wake up in the night.
I have bound your face with white;
I have washed you, yes, with water and not with tears,--
Those arms wherein I have slept so many years,
Those feet that hastened when they came to me,
And all your body that belonged to me.
I have smoothed your dear dull hair,
And there is nothing left to say for you
And nothing left to fear or pray for you;
And I have got the rest of life to bear:
Thank God it is you, not I, who are lying there.
If I had died
And you had stood beside
This still white bed
Where the white, scented, horrible flowers are spread,--
I know the thing it is,
And I thank God that He has spared you this.
If one must bear it, thank God it was I
Who had to live and bear to see you die,
Who have to live, and bear to see you dead.
You will have nothing of it all to bear:
You will not even know that in your bed
You lie alone. You will not miss my head
Beside you on the pillow: you will rest
So soft in the grave you will not miss my breast.
But I--but I--Your pillow and your place--
And only the darkness laid against my face,
And only my anguish pressed against my side--
Thank God, thank God, that it was you who died!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Hardly I count my faded previous births
Once in Alaska I caught fish and lived in my Igloo
Unfortunately not married till I die.
When Christopher Columbus found America
I was a Turtle in the Pacific Ocean.
I served as a butler to Duke of Edinburgh in the Victorian era.
During the World War (II) I was the Alsatian pet dog to Adolf Hitler.
Now I live in America with my singsong beloved and two old suitcases that full of bygone unlimited hopes.
Sometimes in my colored dreams I see turtles, Igloos, dogs and I play baseball with Hitler, Columbus and Duke of Edinburgh.
*** Many happy returns of the day to Independent America!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Lay Me Down
Lay Down
By MaKayla Straight
I lay my head down peacefully
Knowing that this is the last night I live
I close my eyes
And think about all the good things that has happened to me
I try to hide my tears
Though I do not know why I hide them
Nobody is around here to see
See that these are really happy tears
Happy because I know that I have lived my life the way I wanted too.
I was not in chains my whole life
I figured how to break the spell
I know I am not beautiful
I know I am not perfect
I know there is not much about me
I know
I know
I know
Lying in bed makes me realize it
Lying in bed makes me feel so truthful with myself
Lying in bed for the last night feels such a relief
Nobody would understand that this is by far the best night
Only because I know that my suffering is done.
I can finally smile and mean it
No more fake smiles
I lay down for the last time
I close my eyes and start counting backwards from one hundred
I get to fifty and my tears start to pour down my cheek.
I am so glad this is the last day
Last day forever
I continue to count.
I finally get to ten
I take a deep breath and close my eyes
Three
Two
One
I am finally at peace with myself and the world
I float on up to heaven
To be with all the ones I have lost in the past
I slowly go
With a smile upon my face
My mind and my soul are up in heaven
But my body is lying down on my bed
With a smile upon my face
Everybody will know that I have died Happy
poem by Makayla Straight
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Taken For Granted
While coming from a darker life, I treasure, much more, Jesus Christ,
He, who took me from that night, bringing me to His Awesome Light.
While in that dark, He touched my eyes, to see the life I now despise,
God’s Truth to me He did show, about that darkness I came to know.
But, some men born into His Light, may not share this precious sight,
Taking for granted this present life, not looking much to Jesus Christ.
Although they may know The Truth, their own life displays little proof,
Of the deep abiding love for Him, The Lord, who died for all their sin.
Some seem to have no appreciation, for The Lord and His Salvation,
Who had left Glory to set men free, and give new life to you and me.
But the new life for some is ignored, as they do not follow their Lord,
For change in their life has no part, while they follow their sinful heart.
Taking for granted all that was done, by Christ Jesus God’s own Son,
Coming to earth to die in our stead, this, for a people spiritually dead.
Men who ignore The Spirit living inside, sent by Jesus for us to abide,
Choosing to live their foolish way; ignoring all that the Spirit does say.
Taken for granted by some of us, is Christ the Lord, in whom we trust,
When to The Lord we do not give, this present life that we have to live,
Who saved us from a darkened world, so our life The Spirit can herald,
Using the witness of the believer’s life, as God’s Light for Jesus Christ.
Don't Give Up
I thought it was a failure, so I decided to quit
Not realizing success would come in just a little bit
I tried and tried and tried again but had nothing left to give
I knew that life it is so short, so I decided I would live
I left all I once valued and vowed to never look back
All I saw was emptiness and a world all full of black
So all my labor was in vein but I will never know
For the life that I have left behind I will never go
The pain and hurt and suffering and all I have been through
I lost a big part of myself, the part that I once knew
Now I'm old and wonder, what if I had tried
To chase the dream and find success, instead the dream had died
I wonder had I hung on more and maybe took a chance
Instead of a life of labor, I would have a life of dance
The one's we leave behind sometimes, are human and make mistakes
But never underestimate, the changes Jesus makes
For the odds they are against us, in a life that's full of sin
But I can guarantee you one thing, with Jesus you will win
So will you walk away from things, when your feeling down and beat
Or will you trust in the One, who can accomplish any feat
For he loves you more than you know and can complete any task
So remember you will never get, for something you never ask
So don't give up, keep trying. Or you will never find out
The victories that God will bring, that's what his plan's about.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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National Vegetarian Week....Oct 1 to Oct 7, , , ,2010
Nothing will benefit human health and increase chances of survival for life on Earth as much as the evolution to a vegetarian diet.”
— Albert Einstein
“Vegetarian as a general concept is a brilliant thing. We've got to stop eating so much meat. We are eating too much meat.” — Jamie Oliver
“If slaughterhouses had glass walls, everyone would be a vegetarian.” — Paul McCartney
“The greatness of a nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated.” — Mahatma Gandhi
“Now at last I can look at you in peace; I don't eat you anymore.” — Franz Kafka (Novelist)
“When we eat vegetarian foods, we needn't worry about what kind of disease our food died from; this makes a joyful meal! ” — John Harvey Kellogg, M.D.
“Animals are my friends... and I don't eat my friends.” — George Bernard Shaw
“We don't need to eat anyone who would run, swim, or fly away if he could.” — James Cromwell
“I expect to pass through this world but once. Any good, therefore, that I can do or any kindness I can show to any fellow creature, let me do it now. Let me not defer or neglect it for I shall not pass this way again.” — Stephen Grellet
“If you knew how meat was made, you'd probably lose your lunch.” — K.D. Lang
“To become vegetarian is to step into the stream which leads to nirvana.” — Buddha
“The time will come when men such as I will look upon the murder of animals as they now look on the murder of men.” — Leonardo da Vinci
“Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.” — Mark Twain
“Sympathy for the animals is one of the noblest virtues with which man is endowed.” — Charles Darwin
“I did not become a vegetarian for my health, I did it for the health of the chickens.” — Isaac Bashevis Singer
“Going veg was much easier than I had first imagined. My family and I enjoy knowing we are helping to save the planet at each meal.”
— Carol of Bardon, QLD
Animals Gods gift to mankind to be a kind man..Ken e Hall
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More Than Just Life
I’m truly alive this very day, through The Truth, The Life and Way,
For today I’m alive in Jesus Christ, the Author of my Eternal Life.
I was alive but spiritually dead, with the certainty of death ahead,
But in The Spirit, Christ came to me, giving me new life Eternally.
I lived all of my days at a loss, in the shadow of Calvary’s Cross,
But then Christ pierced that night, with The Blessed Gospel Light.
On the cross, through His pain, I received from God eternal gain,
And now this life, I live for Him, The Lord who died for all my sin.
I no longer strive in emptiness, but live in Christ’s Righteousness,
A righteousness bestowed on me, from on that cross of Calvary.
A gift of God’s Awesome Grace, when His Son died in my place,
When this gift to me He did impart, He came to dwell in my heart.
Now I don’t live just to survive, but through The Lord I truly thrive,
Living for God an abundant life, through my Savior Jesus Christ.
With The Holy Spirit’s Power, Christ helps me every waking hour,
To live a special life for God, while on this mundane earthly sod.
My life doesn’t end down here, as the end of all is drawing near,
For I will be in a mansion sublime, to continue on for all of time,
And the life I’ve lived on earth, won’t compare to heaven’s worth,
Where we will live in perfect unity, with our Savior for all Eternity.
Gypsies In The Palace
Gypsies in the palace
By: jimmy buffett, glenn frey, will jennings
1985
"i have heard that some of the great parties of all times have
Been at my house - when i wasn't there."
-- spoken:
"in days of old, when knights were bold,
And journeyed from their castles,
Trusty men were left behind,
Knights needed not the hassles.
They helped themselves to pig and peach,
And drank from king's own chalice.
Oh, it was a stirring sight
These gypsies in the palace."
"and some things never change. hit it boys!"
So long boss, knock 'em dead, don't worry 'bout a thing
Wish that we could come along, we'd love to hear you sing
Limo's here, your bags are packed, the list is by the phone
Me and snake will watch your place and treat it like our own
Look at all this liquor
Look at all this food
It's only gonna go to waste
We're not really being rude
But the good stuff's in his closet, i swear he wouldn't mind
Hell we'll just shoot the lock off, i do it all the time
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the sleepless knights will now assume the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
There's damsels in distress out there and we got all this beer
We'll free them from their condos and bring 'em over here
We'll show them his gold records
We'll play his music loud
We'll party just like bubba does
We'll do the old man proud
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace, and a' goin' wild tonight
He's the greatest guy to work for, man he's really cool
Hey snake this party's gettin' dull, throw someone in the pool
Hey let's all take our clothes off and form a conga line
Watch out for that broken glass, hey snake we need more wine
We're gypsies in the palace, there ain't no wrong or right
We're gypsies in the palace, and we're raisin' hell tonight
Hey
Oh hi there boss, what's goin' on
You say you're coming when?
I'll send snake out to pick you up tomorrow night at ten, okay!
Everybody outta here, this joint is closin' down
We gotta find someone to clean this up, he's comin' back to town
Hi there boss we waxed your cars, we raked and mowed your lawn
We couldn't find enough to do in the short time you were gone
Man it sure is peaceful here, you've really got it all
If you ever hit the road again, give me and snake a call
We're gypsies in the palace, he's left us here alone
The order of the sleepless knights will now assume the throne
We ain't got no money, we ain't got no right
But we're gypsies in the palace, we got it all tonight
-- spoken:
"hey, jimmy, it's glenn"
"glenn, how ya doin'?"
"fine man, i'm goin' on the road.
Do you know anybody who could possibly house-sit for me?"
"i got these two great guys that look after my place.
Man, they're the best!"
- notes:
Background vocals: jimmy buffett, glenn frey, timothy b. schmit
Featuring mark o'connor on fiddle
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Tough Choices
There are choices to be made, this when and if, you are saved,
Saved by God from a life of sin, that your life be given to Him,
To The Lord, Jesus Christ, who saved you giving you New Life,
New Life, through a new birth, to be His testimony on this earth.
We’ve been bought with a price, and must be willing to sacrifice,
Some things in our life before, we came to salvation in the Lord.
In new choices that we make, some old friends we must forsake,
To live a life for Christ anew, departing form ways we’re used to.
When we come to God by faith, Christ gives to us ample Grace,
To make all choices that we need, when His Word we must heed,
Decisions over our sinful flesh; what for us, for The Lord is best,
For when we begin our life anew, Only Christ can see us through.
Harder times ahead shall come, and we must rely on God’s Son,
Heeding His Spirit dwelling within, making choices to honor Him,
Choices all may not understand, as for Christ we take our stand,
But, God gives grace and poise, as for Christ we make a choice.
So make that choice today, leaving the world for the narrow way,
Be in the world, but, be not of it, and lead by Christ, in His Spirit,
To live for Him, as His Light, not mixing in the darkness of night,
While living out this earthy life, being witnesses for Jesus Christ.
(Copyright ©12/2008)