A not so brave pyugh world
So we, the elite, are soon to pass
and take leave of this world.
Doomed by the deeds which came to pass
whose hell is soon to be unfurled.
We are the very victims of
our own efficiency.
The air grows fowl, we sniff and cough
and struggle just to see.
For all the farms attend themselves.
Our need for food? No more.
The robots even fill the shelves
or fetch it to our door.
We sit around and think all day,
'Enlightenment' we seek.
The working class has gone away.
(We culled the last, last week.)
For what use are the peasantry
when toil has gone away?
We focus on mere pleasantry
and while away each day.
The low life scum did not amuse
nor contribute a jot.
How quaintly though, they formed their queues.
(Not knowing, for the Gallow's Knot;
But now we too will face Death's scythe
and join the low class number.
We lay here dying, lean and lythe.
The shitter's broke and we can't get a plumber.
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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What Needs Have I?
Beyond this home, this land, this sea,
The starving starve and die,
For want of food from you and me,
If we should pass them by...
And pass them by we do each day,
Our needs considered first,
Because of us they pass away,
Unblessed as if they're cursed...
Their thirst condemns them when they drink
The tainted droplets there,
Diseased with things we daren't think,
Because life isn't fair...
No future beckons those dismissed,
No hope springs in their hearts
And if their fate we won't resist,
We'll watch as each departs...
Is this the world we would aspire?
Is this our pride and joy?
Is this the dream we would desire
For every girl and boy?
Is this the reason Hell awaits,
The selfish souls on Earth?
The ones who always have full plates,
As if their right of birth?
To think, starvation can be cured,
Clean water can be shared,
If human kindness is outpoured,
Then millions will be spared...
If not, our blindness grows and grows,
Like darkness when we die
And so I ask, each day, God knows...
What needs, what needs have I?
Denis Martindale, copyright, February 2012.
We can hear the word of the Lord on
Revelation TV on UK Sky Digital 581
as well as the WATCH NOW link on
the revelationtv-dot-com website...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Lonely As Hell
I am no man's burden
I can take care of myself
but it's lonely out in space
I've come to know the area well.
I salute shooting stars as they pass on by
a comet, a galaxy, but never a sigh,
lonely as hell out here, i say
lonely as hell
lonely as hell.
I put on a smiling face
and greet those who may pass by
but it's a different story if they could see
behind these emerald eyes
straight into this heart of mine
searching for love, running out of time,
it's lonely as hell in here, I say,
lonely as hell
lonely as hell.
Down memory lane I walk sometimes
out in the pouring rain
just to relive moments gone by
that will never sparkle with life again.
I's lonely as hell on memory lane
lonely as hell
lonely as hell.
poem by Beyond Repair
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Wherever You Are
These times have passed and gone
Its time that we moved on
Into a new tomorrow
And leave behind the hurt
The sorrow and the pain
cos tonight will never
Pass this way again
Wherever you are
Wherever you go
Wherever you stand
Let your shadow show
Whatever you think
Whatever you do
Whatever you want
Let your feelings show
These times have passed and gone
Its time that we moved on
Into a new tomorrow
And leave behind the hurt
The sorrow and the pain
cos tonight will never
Pass this way again
cos tonight will never
Pass this way again
Just like the winter sun
That hides behind the dawn
Just like the shifting sands
That ride upon the storm
Tonight will never
Pass this way again
cos tonight will never
Pass this way again
cos tonight will never
Pass this way again
cos tonight will never
Pass this way again
song performed by by Moody Blues
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I Am Merely Passing By
i do not wish to change this world
neither do i wish to change myself
when i come here and when i leave
it will all be the same, i am not
involved, i come as a stranger looking
at things and people and not even talking
about them, & i leave them as they all are
i do not take any flesh or bone, for i come
as the wind, and i leave as the same wind,
i do not change a room, it will be the same
tree, if something is lost, or rotten, or
by the grace of the heavens, grows and
become one beautiful mountain, sea or
sky, i only watch them all, as i pass by...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On The Road To Gethsemane
on the road to Gethsemane...
i pass burned out buildings,
farm lands scorched by the bombing.
i pass the skeleton bodies
of young children who starved.
i pass the unmarked graves,
of young boys sent to war.
i pass the flag of the liars,
and the tents of mourning.
i pass vacant factories,
and houses left empty.
i pass through cocaine streets,
where all flesh is for sale.
i pass the unemployed masses,
and their desperate eyes.
i pass the baby born unwanted,
and the prison's stink.
i pass empty churches,
and hollow ringing bells.
i pass families broken,
and peoples enslaved.
i pass the moral guns of prejudice,
rank with immorality!
i pass the crippled, the sick,
and those desperately alone...
these tears of blood
are human tears,
this cross we all bear!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sitting By My Window
by this window
my world is made and seen
you pass by
a lonely shadow
shaded by the
full moon
in silence you
always pass
by and i sit by this window
seeing you
my loneliness
reflected in yours
this is our world now
you pass by
while i stay always looking
what passes away next.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Chant For Dark Hours
Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Book shop.
(Lady, make your mind up, and wait your life away.)
Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Crap game.
(He said he'd come at moonrise, and here's another day!)
Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Bar-room.
(Wait about, and hang about, and that's the way it goes.)
Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Woman.
(Heaven never send me another one of those!)
Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Golf course.
(Read a book, and sew a seam, and slumber if you can.)
Some men, some men
Cannot pass a
Haberdasher's.
(All your life you wait around for some damn man!)
poem by Dorothy Parker
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Magic And Loss
When you pass through the fire
you pass through humble
You pass through a maze of self doubt
When you pass through humble
the lights can blind you
Some people never figure that out
You pass through arrogance you pass through hurt
You pass through an ever present past
and it's best not to wait for luck to save you
Pass through the fire to the light
As you pass through the fire
your right hand waving
there are things you have to throw out
That caustic dread inside your head
will never help you out
You have to be very strong
'cause you'll start from zero
over and over again
And as the smoke clears
there's an all consuming fire
lying straight ahead
They say no one person can do it all
but you want to in your head
But you can't be Joyce
so what is left instead
You're stuck with yourself
and a rage that can hurt you
You have to start at the beginning again
And just this moment
This wonderful fire started up again
When you pass through humble
when you pass through sickly
When you pass through
I'm better than you all
When you pass through
anger and self deprecation
and have the strength to acknowledge it all
When the past makes you laugh
and you can savor the magic
that let you survive your own war
You find that that fire is passion
and there's a door up ahead not a wall
As you pass through fire as you pass through fire
trying to remember its name
When you pass through fire licking at your lips
you cannot remain the same
And if the building' burning
move towards that door
but don't put the flames out
There's a bit of magic in everything
and then some loss to even
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Gethsemane
1914-18
The Garden called Gethsemane
In Picardy it was,
And there the people came to see
The English soldiers pass.
We used to pass -- we used to pass
Or halt, as it might be,
And ship our masks in case of gas
Beyond Gethsemane.
The Garden called Gethsemane,
It held a pretty lass,
But all the time she talked to me
I prayed my cup might pass.
The officer sat on the chair,
The men lay on the grass,
And all the time we halted there
I prayed my cup might pass.
It didn't pass -- it didn't pass --
It didn't pass from me.
I drank it when we met the gas
Beyond Gethsemane.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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All Things Must Pass
Sunrise doesnt last all morning
A cloudburst doesnt last all day
Seems my love is up and has left you with no warning
Its not always going to be this grey
All things must pass
All things must pass away
Sunset doesnt last all evening
A mind can blow those clouds away
After all this, my love is up and must be leaving
Its not always going to be this grey
All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
None of lifes strings can last
So, I must be on my way
And face another day
Now the darkness only stays the night-time
In the morning it will fade away
Daylight is good at arriving at the right time
Its not always going to be this grey
All things must pass
All things must pass away
All things must pass
All things must pass away
song performed by by George Harrison
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Ritual
Venus is sleeping with Fire
Because it is winter and cold
With Echo
(The sound of strange footsteps gold upon gold
As they pass through the door)
With Love
(As she goes to the Sun
And is seen by the world no more)
Among lanterns and torches
And flags unfurled
She and the Sun
Are not of this world.
poem by Harry Crosby
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Will you pass those eyes
down to bottom dwelling
will you pass them by
the way the clouds swelling
liquidly pass the sky
will you pass them chroned
leave them watch behind
will you close them stoned
tombed deep within your mind
'cause those could have been
the eyes of a child
'cause those could have seen
the devil humankind
and still sleep and dream
of an angel in disguise
eyes running down the stream
of tears unrecognised
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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On Death
A physician that relives,
Pangs of all maladies,
Indiscriminate to small or great;
Treads under the heavy hooves,
Who are too raised in the world,
Presses them hard to flatten
But it touches them gently,
Who crumble their rebellious ego.
A frequent visiting phenomenon,
Yet forsaken by the victims,
Rough to arrogant and proud,
But subservient slave to Omnipotent,
Fears not obeying His commands.
Removes the screen opaque or green
Eclipsing inevitable final reality.
An open door where from,
Each one has to go through,
The weak, fragile and humble,
Pass with Extra-case and dignity,
But the fat, strong and arrogant,
Are flayed ‘to shorten before,
To the size, with a chopper,
Crumbled and crushed ruthlessly,
With, forky nailed claws of death,
It is hard, really hard, very hard.
Oh man! Feast not upon arrogance,
Do fairly right deeds of charity,
Lest unbridled pride should make you,
Too fat to pass through smoothly,
From the door affixed in The lofty well.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Love These Laws
I love the laws that God sends down on us, raining,
Opening the doors of heaven, of absoluteness, raining.
My heart speaks to the delight of the creation,
Offered by us is this religion of accurateness, raining.
Let the ages pass and make us supreme, from all the water
Descending on the skulls and bones of adorableness, raining.
Let the brain be a monster to be rewarded for the drops of deeds
Falling into the ocean of our lives, always in activeness, raining.
Pass your test if this soul in the heart matters most,
Rain has arrived for the heart to be famous, raining.
Little tests are good deeds when passed for success
To reign in our history, of this history is fatherliness, raining.
My mad health kept a watchful eye on the laws of men and stones,
In Hell the men and stones are buried with hazardousness, raining.
My loving and dying is like death for the message to be profound,
But may we shrink from the fires where we would be helpless, raining.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Cup Of Wonder
May I make my fond excuses
For the lateness of the hour,
But we accept your invitation, and we bring you beltanes flower.
For the may day is the great day, sung along the old straight track.
And those who ancient lines did lay
Will heed the song that calls them back.
Pass the word and pass the lady, pass the plate to all who hunger.
Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the cup of crimson wonder.
Ask the green man where he comes from, ask the cup that fills with red.
Ask the old grey standing stones that show the sun its way to bed.
Question all as to their ways,
And learn the secrets that they hold.
Walk the lines of natures palm
Crossed with silver and with gold.
Pass the cup and pass the lady, pass the plate to all who hunger.
Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the cup of crimson wonder.
Join in black decembers sadness,
Lie in augusts welcome corn.
Stir the cup thats ever-filling
With the blood of all thats born.
But the may day is the great day, sung along the old straight track.
And those who ancient lines did lay
Will heed this song that calls them back.
Pass the word and pass the lady, pass the plate to all who hunger.
Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, pass the cup of crimson wonder.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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The Bended Bow
There was heard the sound of a coming foe,
There was sent through Britain a bended Bow,
And a voice was pour'd on the free winds far,
As the land rose up at the sign of war.
'Heard ye not the battle-horn?
-Reaper! leave thy golden corn!
Leave it for the birds of Heaven,
Swords must flash, and spears be riven!
Leave it for the winds to shed-
Arm! ere Britain's turf grow red!'
And the reaper arm'd, like a freeman's son,
And the bended Bow and the voice pass'd on.
'Hunter! leave the mountain-chase!
Take the falchion from its place!
Let the wolf go free to-day,
Leave him for a nobler prey!
Let the deer ungall'd sweep by,-
Arm thee! Britain's foes are nigh!'
And the hunter arm'd ere the chase was done,
And the bended Bow and the voice pass'd on.
'Chieftain! quit the joyous feast!
Stay not till the song hath ceas'd:
Though the mead be foaming bright,
Though the fires give ruddy light,
Leave the hearth and leave the hall-
Arm thee! Britain's foes must fall.'
And the chieftain arm'd, and the horn was blown,
And the bended Bow and the voice pass'd on.
'Prince! thy father's deeds are told,
In the bower and in the hold!
Where the goatherd's lay is sung,
Where the minstrel's harp is strung!
-Foes are on thy native sea-
Give our bards a tale of thee!'
And the prince came arm'd, like a leader's son,
And the bended Bow and the voice pass'd on.
'Mother! stay thou not thy boy!
He must learn the battle's joy.
Sister! bring the sword and spear,
Give thy brother words of cheer!
Maiden! bid thy lover part,
Britain calls the strong in heart!'
And the bended Bow and the voice pass'd on,
And the bards made song for a battle won.
poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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This Too Shall Pass
In the middle of the turbulence surrounding you
These trying times that are so hard to endure
In the middle of what seems to be your darkest hour
Hold fast your heart and be assured
This too shall pass
Like every night that's come before it
He'll never give you more than you can bear
This too shall pass
So in this thought be comforted
It's in His Hands
This too shall pass
The Father knows the tears you cry before they fall
He feels your pain, His heart and yours are one
The Father knows that sorrow's heavy chains are strong
But with His strength, you'll overcome
This too shall pass
Like every night that's come before it
He'll never give you more than you can bear
This too shall pass
So in this thought be comforted
It's in His Hands
This too shall pass
So set your eyes upon the mountain
And lift your hands up to the sky
And let His arms of love surround you
And take you to the other side
This too shall pass
Like every night that's come before it
He'll never give you more than you can bear
This too shall pass
So in this thought be comforted
It's in His Hands
This too shall pass
song performed by by Yolanda Adams
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This Too Shall Pass
In the middle of the turbulence surrounding you
These trying times that are so hard to endure
In the middle of what seems to be your darkest hour
Hold fast your heart and be assured
This too shall pass
Like every night that's come before it
He'll never give you more than you can bear
This too shall pass
So in this thought be comforted
It's in His Hands
This too shall pass
The Father knows the tears you cry before they fall
He feels your pain, His heart and yours are one
The Father knows that sorrow's heavy chains are strong
But with His strength, you'll overcome
This too shall pass
Like every night that's come before it
He'll never give you more than you can bear
This too shall pass
So in this thought be comforted
It's in His Hands
This too shall pass
So set your eyes upon the mountain
And lift your hands up to the sky
And let His arms of love surround you
And take you to the other side
This too shall pass
Like every night that's come before it
He'll never give you more than you can bear
This too shall pass
So in this thought be comforted
It's in His Hands
This too shall pass
song performed by by Yolanda Adams
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Vanity of Vanities
Be ye happy, if ye may,
In the years that pass away.
Ye shall pass and be forgot,
And your place shall know you not.
Other generations rise,
With the same hope in their eyes
That in yours is kindled now,
And the same light on their brow.
They shall see the selfsame sun
That your eyes now gaze upon,
They shall breathe the same sweet air,
And shall reck not who ye were.
Yet they too shall fade at last
In the twilight of the past,
They and you alike shall be
Lost from the world's memory.
Then, while yet ye breathe and live,
Drink the cup that life can give.
Be ye happy, if ye may,
In the years that pass away,
Ere the golden bowl be broken,
Ere ye pass and leave no token,
Ere the silver cord be loosed,
Ere ye turn again to dust.
`And shall this be all,' ye cry,
`But to eat and drink and die?
If no more than this there be,
Vanity of vanity!'
Yea, all things are vanity,
And what else but vain are ye?
Ye who boast yourselves the kings
Over all created things.
Kings! whence came your right to reign?
Ye shall be dethroned again.
Yet for this, your one brief hour,
Wield your mockery of power.
Dupes of Fate, that treads you down
Wear awhile your tinsel crown
Be ye happy, if ye may,
In the years that pass away.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Time Will Pass You By
Written: j whys, d fekaris, n zesses
X4: dont let it pass you baby
1:
Passing seasons over fade away
Into misty clouds of autumn grey
As I sit here looking at the street
Little figures quickly moving feet
Im just a pebble on the beach and i
Sit and wonder why
Little people running around
Never knowing why
Chorus:
Life is just a precious minute baby
Open up your eyes and see it baby
Give yourself a better chance
Because time will pass you
Right on by (right on by)
2:
This big old world is spinning like a top
Come and help me now and make it stop
All you have to do is live for now
Come along with me Ill show you how
Take my hand Ill show you how to live
Why wait until tomorrow?
Take my hand Ill lead the way
To a brighter day
Chorus:
(dont let it pass you baby) time
Time is gonna pass you by so quickly
And it waits for no man
No no oh baby
Chorus:
(repeat 2 times)
(dont let it pass you baby)
Dont let it pass you
Dont let it pass you
Dont let it dont let it
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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