Catafraktos - Byzantine Knight
Anywhere under the sky, will be buried, a man,
ringing the bells to her Holiness, convent nuns
it would be an act of impiety, enslaved to live,
in a world of memories, to recall and strive..
Heavenly echo of a prelude Maria's smile benign,
his past of bitter shadows - dim hope to decline
in a cadaverous of dusk, slow the Nyx will reign
betrothal feast died in him, despite his deign.
He never dies; absurd the darkened call of winds
to stream a flow of relentlessness his life's bids
bestow, drops of useless red, his flow lingers,
by sword men only lived, and wounds' stingers.
Billeting Area on the Wall, Queen-Omnipotence
as Barbaric hordes attack her sacred Omniscience,
a Catafraktos, noblest of fighters, in manly duty,
offering his sword, to defend her solemnized beauty.
Strengthened will, warrior's to hammer actions
in a quarry of errands hard, lethal attractions
to conquer his deposit dry, of doom acceptance
or laugh in a world of Charon bets, paid in advance..
Soldier of Royal Highness, frames his darkness,
as Nyx descends, owls croak to, besiegers' madness
a man to comprehend, his Crimson shed to pallor
to live by honor, never withdraw, but die in valor.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Malayan Race
past a centuries live, thousands and millions of
different races, from the mountainous ranges to the
splendid nature landscape that curtain the virgin forest
as the wild animals of the jungle lives with high sea, facing
the magnificent horizon of majestic beauty of creation, comes
the birth of the continent of Asia, the endless treasure of man's
dream of living in the most luxury paradise of blessing and a land
with full of earthly blessing
Pacific blue ocean washes its marvelous wave to the
wandering seashore of promises amongst Conqueror and
Conquistadores of the west, the alluring beauty envy the hungry
visionaries of interest, offering the night of thieves, the treasure
that can't be taken, where bloods bath the crystal water of the bladed
swords, guns and canon from the window of the smelled balls of canon
of boats and garrison, portly to defend the angry and thirsty barbarian of
unwanted visitor and demonic race of the past
millions come stand the waving hands of fear, foot
with different shield to defend the mighty power with
no fear, the hope to survive, forwarding only the strength
of the heart, where the soul lies the sting of death, never been
conquer and surrender the hour of believing that not the mighty
force of the east, can't stop the sunset to hold the glamour of the heart
to live, beyond the blood of any fear amongst nation of warrior of fighters
to hold until death comes in the most waited
feature lives every spirit of men from the mountainous
hills and river, down to the great sea pads of the high sea,
unified to stand and defend the given land; a gift beyond gift
of live of creation, as every memories lingers in each hearts the
Malayan races have witness and conquer every trial of souls in
our continent
live and stand with us, the heart is full and the brave
spirit lives in our dominion, the Malayan rise comes to
existence for peace, and unity amongst neighboring nation, but
fight to the end with a victor of blood lives in every sword that stands
harmony the Malayan race salute, the forever of our
heart and the blood of our freedom....... never been defeated
but a conqueror of every fight in every land.....long live the Malayan
race
' this poem is dedicated to the Malay Race '
poem by Antonio Liao
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Deep in my heart
as the waves conquer, the ocean floor, and the water kisses
the river stream, the joy that lingers in my twinkling heart, makes
my whispering soul, to rejoice in your soul
you who lived with me amidst of a miserable world, wins my heart,
to go where it takes, live where it ends and conquer where i stand,
waves all the struggle that echo in a distance land, for my dream,
would never be the same
leave me not, for my life will lives only with you, believe what i see
not in every wilderness you find light, not even memories to
remember that life we live is but a dream to forget, just hold on
in my shadow for i will make you live
iam not a god nor you a little god, where every angels live, yet! the
wisdom of time, reveals the essence of life, that holding me is to live
with you, its a space between space that will make you survive to
where your life live
time as time past bye, every moment lift is our to share, it is a
parting good bye, that in darkness of the sky, the firefly illuminate
the infinite shadow of what meant to love you, leaving the pangs
of death
my heart believes the pristine breath that you give, a heart that
creates something that only you can give, a revealing you, where
everything comes into being, an incense of eternity begins
hold me close, and i will take you there, to the yell of hearts, to the
dream of reality, a joy that last forever, to the afterlife where we
begin and always trust my heart that beneath the wings, we will
pass the dawning rays of joy..... thank you and i love you
poem by Antonio Liao
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Byzantine knight
Swordsman on a holy mission,
his destiny is an infused road,
promising a transitional upload,
ahead to Acheronian contrition.
Triumphant is in armor wrought,
Byzantine knight of firm caste,
Catafractos, bullocky to waste,
a glorious life of death sought.
'With thine emblem victorious',
blade hammered in blue flames,
carved upon, ancestors names,
whose kill was as meritorious.
Elevates his arms to eagle form,
beneath the wall hordes assail,
when Helios appears far to sail,
killed barbarians in blade storm.
Crimson spilled paints his face,
strings dawn to dusk great kills,
immense pride, Her Honor feels,
the warrior shields in her grace;
Maria of God, blesses to suffice
well set his valor of noble soldier,
matter of dignity not to moulder,
amid Castle and Hades sacrifice.
His blade lifts, hordes to behead
from right to left, lowers cutting,
so drubs again, cross thrashing,
Hades waits their end to embed.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Freedom Fighters
Today I heard what them people say
Dem want to live free greedily, with everyone to pay.
You play under the sun while others fight and dies away
but I say if you don't like it this way, then why stay? Go away
Freedom Fighters
Ignite Jah
Freedom Fighters
Shine Jah
Live free, Be free, Die free
Freedom Fighters
Live free, Be free, Die free
Ignite Jah
Live free, Be free, Die free
Freedom Fighters
Live free, Be free, Die free
Shine Jah
Today I heard what them people say
Them say "The Man came in and he took our choice away"
You portray selfishness and hate
While some prepare to die today
I say you fade away, appreciate life and liberate
Freedom Fighters
Ignite Jah
Freedom Fighters
Shine Jah
Live free, Be free, Die free
Freedom Fighters
Live free, Be free, Die free
Ignite Jah
Live free, Be free, Die free
Freedom Fighters
Live free, Be free, Die free
Shine Jah
We have the right - to live in peace
and you must fight - for what you keep
If what you keep - holds truth inside
Stand up, defend - lay down and die
We have the right to live in peace
You must fight for what you keep
If what you keep holds truth inside
Stand up, defend, or lay down and die
Freedom Fighters
Ignite Jah
Freedom Fighters
Shine Jah
Live free, Be free, Die free
Freedom Fighters
Live free, Be free, Die free
Ignite Jah
Live free, Be free, Die free
Freedom Fighters
Live free, Be free, Die free
Shine Jah
Live free, Be free
Jah say live free
Jah say die free
Live free, Jah say die free
Live free, Jah say be free
I and I, Live free
I and I, Die free
Stand up, defend or lay down and die
Stand up, defend or lay down and die
Stand up, defend or lay down and die
Stand up, defend or lay down and die
song performed by by P.O.D.
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Surmised Garden
How true and astounding was your soft laugh,
how smooth and flawlessly you beckoned,
but it was an edge of sword above our luck,
and it was a riddance, a death toll, that echoed.
Surmised garden ideally, shed rose blossoms,
so we attended all of this, a memory of glow,
because my feelings reached for your emotions,
and cried as my steepers in, allowed of the flow.
Frontal of heart, a crucifix, became a blunt cry,
of those stingers that once convinced us to abide,
in a sweet eternity, in stable skies and strive,
and it was a promise of a Nyx, our unguarded pride.
Bouquet of myrtle, you offered me, a rain's drops
a close exploded lightning became our symbol,
for ever after we molded words, our souls force,
and it was your dominion the clouds of your idol.
Dominion of altitudes in an immense of heights,
where we emit eternally, outside of any horde,
to love the alliteration of worlds never surmised,
and it was your smiling my soul's alone world.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Memories Of Lost Youth
When I was a young boy many decades ago
I thought babies like flowers in the gardens did grow
That's what I was told and what I did believe
Children have their innocence and are not hard to deceive.
I yearn for the innocence that I had then
Something that I lost in the World of men
Lost innocence we cannot hope to regain
Though fond memories of childhood we always retain.
When I was a young boy with joy I recall
The great tits young in the dark cavity in the stone wall
I did hear them chirp though them I could not see
The mysteries of Nature a wonder to me.
The winter was cold with frost wind rain and snow
And the river bank high in the old fields did flow
But Spring brought her birdsong her wildflowers and green
And Nature's great beauty for all to be seen.
My innocence died like the flowers of the Spring
But memories of lost youth a beautiful thing
The passing of time has left me looking gray
And a different World I live in today.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Catafractos
Coal - dark nomadic eyes, under an icy sky,
a steppe robust stallion of wild breed canters,
a blowing Boreas wind, a whipping drizzle,
form of a winter tundra's frost, white embrace..
Form to oblate his destiny on own volition,
only exception maybe, his higher challenge,
to overpass his fortified scold ambition,
to master in a Gods forsaken earth's edge.
A cavalry paid mercenary, a Pontian Scyth,
warrior of Byzantine deathly squadrons,
his aptitude close to Charon's duel myth,
a great honor is to be war-slain by sword!
Two wolves run by his side, ready to clash,
howl to infinity, Orthodox Crucifix contrite,
their obstinacy will redeem his sword's slash,
astute dark Charon will be a visitor to invite.
A Catafraktos, his Acritas rank embossed,
to challenge of the expiation, Olympus offers,
to those who heard the call, in white frost,
where glory in extend relies on deathly embers.
Her spirit glow, a swarm of corax, will foresee
not an ambiguous destiny, but one he knows,
his mortal corpus, her guidance gild, to repartee,
to a cluster of Olympian Galaxy, in deathly vows.
A steppe advent in her dreams, his life slayed
a destiny where all gallantry gathers above,
to meet the precognition told, by a Pythian maid,
where her icy messages, became his love.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Dare to Hope
I will try to believe
With the voice you give
Like a thirst man on eaves
Gets water rains to live
I will try to believe
That the sun will never leave
Through the dark time of eve
The light shines from rift
I will dare to hope
And challenge to cope
Until one day it will
Be the love that win
When the wound already healed
Will you march to say goodbye?
When tears flow easily
Will you call beauty is a kind of lie?
I will survive, won’t be defeated
I won’t lose you this time
I will survive, won’t be defeated
I’ll bring you home with me
If there’s another tomorrow, there will be the gate to future
If there’s still the road in the world, my dream will walk to last home
If there’s always life survives the winter, my hope will live within them
I will survive, won’t be defeated
This is what I’m fighting for
Lay your struggling sorrow
Release your sadness slow
You’ll understand all
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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He Entered Into Battle With A Blunt Edged Sword
He entered into battle with a blunt edged sword,
But he did not know quite why.
His sword selection was done without motive,
To battle and kill his fellow man.
So subconsciously he picked out this sword.
This sword not of this world, not out to cut to bleed.
But this innocent man didn't wish to realize,
What prize he would pay.
In midst of this battle, recieving the swiftest,
Blows from his enemy,
This soldier just kept getting hurt.
Five, six and seven more blows made him hit back,
This soldier proudly used his blunt sword,
Till his nemesis bearing a razor sharp one,
Came along and challenged the already fallen one,
Who gave a swift plunge into his enemy's heart.
But the enemy did not stagger or fall.
Neither did the soldier with the blunt sword.
This soldier's enemy left the battleground,
When he saw that the one with the blunt sword,
Knew all along the possibility of his death.
Still he fought, so he himself could die,
Which the other soldier was saddened by that man's stance.
He told that man, 'if we all fought battles with a blunt
sword,
Then we would all truly win,
For the battleground would know no mortality.
He further told him, 'because of you, your side
Truly wins. But so does our.
We love you,
Blunt edged sword soldier man.'
poem by Vera Sidhwa
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Art of Shadow
for David Hartanto, may the truth reveal
follow the move
like faithful rook
shape the face
hide the rest
fake the real
the shady deal
witness of crime
smile from darkness
trick of eyes
hand behind curtain
in the row
under the tow
live as flow
but never show
in the mirror, in the wall
invisible harlequin, long-legged lover
narcissus tragedy, the fate of echo
the silhouette, the shade
the play, the dance
make a serenade
under the moonlight
the ghost of past, the future trace
the tinted heart, the tainted world
when there is a light
there will always be
shadow, shadow
the silent dark partner
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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He's my hero, He's my soldier
I live with a fear that most will never know.
The fear that one day soon,
I will have to let my soldier go.
Where will I be when I get that dreaded call?
I pray to God, please,
don't let his name end up on that wall.
How long will I have to wait
for him to come back to me?
How many nights,
will I stare at that empty space next to me,
the space where he should be.
But he is a soldier.
He's given me his heart and he's become my world.
If he must go I will hide my tears with a smile,
tell him I love him and will see him in awhile.
He will be far from me,
but never far from my heart,
We have a love not even a war can tear apart.
He is my soldier,
the love of my life,
hopefully one day I will be his proud wife.
If he should be called to duty
I will wait for him standing tall,
for he is my soldier, my hero.
poem by Charity Howard
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Song Of The Croaker
An old frog lived in a dismal swamp,
In a dismal kind of way;
And all that he did, whatever befell,
Was to croak the livelong day.
Croak, croak, croak,
When darkness filled the air,
And croak, croak, croak,
When the skies were bright and fair.
'Good Master Frog, a battle is fought,
And the foeman's power is broke.'
But he only turned a greener hue,
And answered with a croak.
Croak, croak, croak,
When the clouds are dark and dun,
And croak, croak, croak,
In the blaze of the noontide sun.
'Good Master Frog, the forces of right
Are driving the hosts of wrong.'
But he gave his head an ominous shake,
And croaked out, 'Nous verrons!'
Croak, croak, croak,
Till the heart is full of gloom,
And croak, croak, croak,
Till the world seems but a tomb.
To poison the cup of life,
By always dreading the worst.
Is to make of the earth a dungeon damp,
And the happiest life accursed.
Croak, croak, croak,
When the noontide sun rides high,
And croak, croak, croak,
Lest the night come by and by.
Farewell to the dismal frog;
Let him croak as loud as he may,
He cannot blot the sun from heaven,
Nor hinder the march of day,
Though he croak, croak, croak,
Till the heart is full of gloom,
And croak, croak, croak,
Till the world seems but a tomb.
poem by Horatio Alger Jr
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Day That I Die
One day I woke up woke up knowing today is the day I will die
Cashdogg was barking went to the park and enjoyed that one last time
Called my mother told her I loved her and begged her not to cry
Wrote her a letter that said Id miss her and signed that goodbye...
You know the happiest day of my life
I swear the happiest day of my life is the day that I die
(the day that I died)
Can you feel the cold tonight?
(the day that I died)
It sets in but its alright
(the day that I died)
Darkness falls Im letting go
(the day that I died)
All alone but I feel fine
We took a drive and we drove thru d.c.
To see the places we lived, long conversations
We talked of old friends and all the things that we did
Summer nights, drunken fights
Mistakes we made...did we live it right?
You know the happiest day of my life I swear the happiest day of my life
Is the day that I died
(the day that I died)
Can you feel the cold tonight?
(the day that I died)
It sets in but its alright
(the day that I died)
Darkness falls Im letting go
(the day that I died)
All alone but I feel just fine
You know the happiest day of my life
I know the happiest day of my life
I swear the happiest day of my life is the day that I died
(the day that I died)
Can you feel the cold tonight?
(the day that I died)
It sets in but its alright
(the day that I died)
Darkness falls Im letting go
(the day that I died)
All alone but I feel just fine
Did I live it right?
I hope I lived it right
I hope I lived it right, I know I lived it right
Did I live it right?
I hope I lived it right, I know I lived it right
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Eternal Rose
Upon the waters of life we sail
Course set-in the four winds
Four winds that cleanse the true
My darling your voice is a candle
Grand bells are ringing
Control is the prison of concepts
Flow like the rivers of Eden
Flow like the tides of freedom
Fire consumes the walls
Your smile like the centuries reaches
Garlands of myth and mystic wine
My carnal touch a wild forest
We are the jewels of green
Emeralds that laugh in the waters
We are the sacred changes that last
Shall we glow beyond the night?
Creation made of eternal light
Stars like mirrors of love
I want to see you forever
We decorate time like a garden
When time is ended we shall kiss
Love is an eternal flower
Greet one another with a Holy Kiss
Holy love a radiant eternal rose
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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For The Love Of Big Brother
Like a train passing in the distance
Black bird in flight
I hear you call
And even though theres no one
Dark shadows move across the wall
I still hear the echo
Of your footsteps on the stairs
Still recall the images that
Seem to live out there
First you see my fingerprints
Like skeletons of leaves on the wall
People changing places
I stand for a moment
And its gone
I still hear the echo
Of your footsteps on the stairs
Still recall the images that
Seem to live out there
Like a train passing in the distance
Black bird in flight
I hear you call
And even though theres no one
Dark shadows move across the wall
I still hear the sound of
Conversations from the hall
Look to see whos coming
But its nothing
And theres no one there at all
(no one there at all)
song performed by by Eurythmics
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The Power Of Thy Sword
Lord of battle I pray on bended knee conquest by the rising sun
I'll wait for thy command with flame and blood at hand
glory and a broken sword.
I'm the master of the world I have no fear of man or beast
Born inside the soul of the world
Riding hard breaking bone with steel and stone
Eternal might I was born to wield.
Let us drink to the battles we've lived and we've fought
Celebrate the pain and havoc we have wrought
Great heroes charge into the fight
From the north to the south in the black of night
The clash of honor calls to stand when others fall
Gods of war feel the power of my sword
Drink to the battles we've lived and we've fought
Celebrate the pain and havoc we have wrought
Great heroes charge into the fight
From the north to the south in the black of night
Fierce is my blade fierce is my hate born to die in battle
I laugh at my fate
Now pay in blood when your blood has been spilled
You're never forgiven death is fulfilled !
The clash of honor calls to stand when others fall
Gods of war feel the power of my sword
The clash of honor calls
I will stand when others fall
Open magic doors
The will know the power of my sword
There is blood in my hands there is blood in my eyes
With blood in my voice I scream as you die
Thirsting for vengeance and mounds of the slain
Shaking the forest onto the plain
Fierce is my blade fierce is my hate born to die in battle
I laugh at my fate
Now pay in blood when your blood has been spilled
You're never forgiven death is fulfilled !
The clash of honor calls to stand when others fall
Gods of war feel the power of my sword
Know the power of my sword
Know the power of my sword
Know the power of my sword
Know the power of my sword
They will know the power of my sword
song performed by by Manowar from The Triumph Of Steel
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Do They Know It's Christmas
It's Christmas time
There's no need to be afraid
At Christmas time
We let in light and we banish shade
(Jonah doing Boy George)
And in our world of plenty
We can spread a smile of joy
Throw your arms around the world
At Christmas time
(Jonah doing George Michael)
But say a prayer
Pray for the other ones
At Christmas time it's hard
(Chino doing Simon LeBon)
But when you're having fun
There's a world outside your window
(Jonah doing George Michael joins in)
And it's a world of dread and fear
Where the only water flowing is
(Jonah doing Bono joins in)
The bitter sting of tears
(Jonah doing Bono)
And the Christmas bells that are ringing
Are clanging chimes of doom
Well, tonight thank God it's them instead of you.
(Jonah) And there won't be snow in Africa this Christmas time.
The greatest gift they'll get this year is life
(Chino) Oh-oh
(Jonah) Where nothing ever grows
No rain or rivers flow
Do they know it's Christmas time at all?
(Grady)Here's to you
(Jonah)raise a glass for everyone
(Grady)Here's to them
(Jonah)underneath that burning sun
(Everyone)Do they know it's Christmas time at all?
Chorus (Everyone)
Feed the world
Feed the world
Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmas time again
Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmas time again
Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmas time again
song performed by by Deftones
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I am a FILIPINO
Malay is my race, build like
a warrior whose body and shape
ripen my strength to any battle
to protect the native land
live in a simple and fashionable
style amongst neighbor in Asia,
respected and love by the people
who share the common vision of
what is Life
thou blood shattered in every
canon and sword, the flesh conquer
the journey to live in the shield
of independent nation of the
South East countries
our home has always allure other
to walk and find life, a Paradise
to live, abundantly the sweat and
sweet mixed with passion makes the
land a great home to live on
brave as we are honest
and peace loving as we do, yet the
greatness of our smile makes the world
goes round
I am proud to be a FILIPINO
poem by Antonio Liao
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Amid Stars
Call of beauty only remote,
a street number, old note,
I hold, prime drops of rain,
like teary stains to remain.
Lines of solitude and verse,
Autumn raindrops, disperse;
with decreasing light tangle;
with my voice, dusk-wrangle;
So it was you in my dreams,
to shine in ethereal streams,
we became two distant stars,
that blink behind minds bars.
I adored your singing voice,
melody of my utopian rejoice,
Two carved betrothal rings,
worn one day of our Springs.
and like all beautiful flow'rs,
lived for one day, amid stars.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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O! The Sacred Land
O! The Sacred Land,
May ever fall, flow melodious cascades,
Flourish your deep valleys, green glades,
And may time erase the streak of divisions,
Of caste, of creed, of sects and grades.
O! The Sacred Land,
May upon your face flowers ever bloom,
Till the world goes on, till the day of doom,
And may He secure, protect your treasures,
Cast away winds of pain, clouds of gloom.
O! The Sacred Land,
May sweet sun ever shine upon your land,
The rains ever pour upon your thirsty sand,
May your children live the life full of bliss,
While going ahead supporting hand in hand.
O! The Sacred Land,
May you ever progress by leaps and bounds,
And ever vibrate with the melodious sounds,
Your valleys, your plains and forests green,
Your lofty mountains, your hills and mounds.
O! The Sacred Land,
May God thrive your village, city and town,
And He wrap them all with heavenly gown,
Of love and faith, of peace and patience,
And rule the world wearing the golden crown.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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