Fragment of a Character of Jacob Tonson, His Publisher
With leering looks, bull-faced, and freckled fair,
With two left legs, and Judas-coloured hair,
And frowzy pores that taint the ambient air.
poem by John Dryden
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Please Dont Judas Me
Please dont judas me
Treat me as you like to be treated
Please dont blacklist me
Leave me as youd wish to find me
Dont analyze me, sacrifice me
Please dont judas me.
Please dont chastise me
Show me just one shred of kindness
Try to help me see
Guide me in my eyes of blindness
Dont despise me, categorize me
Please dont judas me.
No, no dont judas me
No, please dont judas me
Please dont headshrink me
Dont disguise your innuendos
Make no lies to me
I can see the way the wind blows
Dont deface me, annihilate me
Please dont judas me.
Please dont number me
Dont betray my trusted promise
Please dont anger me
I find it hard to bear no fairness
Dont frustrate me, manipulate me
Please dont judas me
No no dont judas me
No,please dont judas me
(copyright 1975 nazareth)
(published by bienstock publishing co.)
All rights reserved.
Copyright 1975 a&m records, inc.
song performed by by Nazareth
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Judas
(m&l - hansen)
You promise us a bright golden future
You say you will save the world
That there will be no more hunger and pain
But we only see your golden hands
You say you take care of our survival
Sending us missiles instead
But you just betray us, deny us and lie
And you always say you would
Fight for freedom, fight for rights
I see treason in your eyes.
Judas - rulin with an iron hand
Judas - sittin in the government
Judas - I am not a jesus christ
Judas - you will be the one whos crucified
Your worship money and economy
Theres nothing that you wouldnt do
If the payment is right you dont care about life
cause economy is your truth
You are the one selling terror and pain
In all the parts of the world
You are preparing the final grand slam
But you keep on tellin youll
Fight for freedom, fight for rights
I see treason in your eyes.
Judas - rulin with an iron hand
Judas - sittin in the government
Judas - I am not a jesus christ
Judas - you will be the one whos crucified
Judas, judas - are you still human?
Judas, judas - I cant believe it
Judas, judas - dealing with evil
Judas, judas
Youll keep on telling youll
Fight for freedom, fight for rights
I see treason in your eyes.
Judas - rulin with an iron hand
Judas - sittin in the government
Judas - I am not a jesus christ
Judas - you will be the one whos crucified
song performed by by Helloween
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Judas
I cast my pearls before the swine
Sealed and delivered
Then I drink your toast of wine
Though it's bitter sweet
I'm eating from you hand so neat
Pennies from heaven
You say you give
You say you love
But yet you live (just like)
Judas...Judas
Sightseeing through the lights
and shades of you mighty colonnades
No I got the picture
of the beauty and the beast
I am the lamb...you are the priest
To crucify me
You say you give
You say you love
But yet you live (just like)
Judas...Judas
To make a living...Makes no difference
You are what you do
Some are false and some are true
You haven't got a clue
I'd rather reign in hell some said
Than serve in heaven
You say you give
You say you love
But yet you live (just like)
Judas...Judas
song performed by by Yngwie Malmsteen
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Judas
I cast my pearls before the swine
Sealed and delivered
Then I drink your toast of wine
Though it's bitter sweet
I'm eating from you hand so neat
Pennies from heaven
You say you give
You say you love
But yet you live (just like)
Judas...Judas
Sightseeing through the lights
and shades of you mighty colonnades
No I got the picture
of the beauty and the beast
I am the lamb...you are the priest
To crucify me
You say you give
You say you love
But yet you live (just like)
Judas...Judas
To make a living...Makes no difference
You are what you do
Some are false and some are true
You haven't got a clue
I'd rather reign in hell some said
Than serve in heaven
You say you give
You say you love
But yet you live (just like)
Judas...Judas
song performed by by Yngwie Malmsteen
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I Was Told
for Clara, my daughter, my heart, my song
She didn't invite me,
my soul was there, though.
I was told she sang her song,
brave, beautiful,
young, and yet, strong.
I was told, that
the audience,
she faced, fearless.
A tight and short skirt,
over endless legs,
over ivory shoulders,
flew her fair hair.
Next concert, wether,
invited or not,
I shall see her by myself
I won't need to be told,
how my awsome daughter,
flies within a song.
La Finita
poem by Laa Finita
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Judas Doomed Son Of Perdition?
Man of Sin Son of Perdition
the star that fell from heaven
the man doomed to destruction
warns of antichrist archetypes opposing God
Jesus in John 17: 12 in reference to Judas Iscariot
said of all his disciples none has been lost except
the 'son of perdition'
'the one doomed to destruction'
Judas' sealed character destiny...
It was Jesus who said
'Have I not chosen you, the Twelve?
Yet one of you is a devil! ' John 6: 70.
Judas is a son of perdition
Judas had the character of a destroyer
Judas was a traitor and a murderer...
Judas became the son of perdition
because of deliberate willful malice
abuse of grace and instructions of Christ
Judas was condemned through his own
covetousness materialism greed
his own despair insensibility treachery...
Judas is destruction personified
Judas attempted to destroy...
not only the Savior of the world
Judas attempted to destroy
the whole human race
through his love of money...
Sons of Perdition
Sons of Destruction...
Judas brethren sell God
Judas brethren sell their souls
for money and will frequently
depart this world by a violent...
voluntary death despair judged
as an accounting with greed
is imposed upon the Satan seed
thus in contemporary world ever increasingly
apparently esteemed creditable respected persons
reenact repeat Judas crime in multiple variations...
'Neither of us can deny
that which we are.
You Judas I Jesus
for a mere 30 pieces of silver.
You would sell my life
together with your soul.
A tragedy, for
neither of us will, forsake
our chosen role. '
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Dark Ambient
You are not aware
Of my dark ambient
And for that reason
You won't know what you will find
In my dark ambient
Until you have a chance to explore it
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Judas Be My Guide
Lights out - we live in a world of darkness
No doubt - everythings up for sale
We sleep - all of the world is burning
We pray - to God for a better deal
Nothing is sacred - back then or now
Everythings wasted
Is that all there is?
Can I go now?
Judas my guide
Whispers in the night
Judas my guide
Fight wars - die in a blaze of glory
Come home - meat in plastic sack
Fall down - you better pray to your God for mercy
So kneel - and help the blade cut clean
Nothing is sacred - back then or now
Everythings wasted
Is that all there is?
Is that it now?
I live in the black
I have no guiding light
Im whispering in your dreams...
Judas my guide
Whispers in the night
Judas my guide
Judas my guide
Whispers in the night
Judas my guide
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Want More Hair?
I'd love
I think
more hair
more hair
like a big
old grizzly bear
more hair makes
you manly
more hair
makes you tough
more hair feels
like carpet
more hair keeps
you rough
more hair
for pretty ladies
to rub their faces on
more hair for
guys to jealous of
and more locks that can
be flung
I think more hair would be awesome
but I wouldn't wanna overdo it
because too much hair would make
me like a little furry blanket
and I couldn't cover both of us
just you and that ain't fair
more hair!
poem by John W. McEwers
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Breakin' Promises
She's two-faced
She's breakin' promises left and right
But I guess that's all life is
Breakin' promises left and right
And learning how to cope
Learning how to just deal
When your best friend is two-faced
Sweet-talking you to your face
Then turning around and breakin' promises
To you, not them
Them meaning people, not her friends
Acting their opposite role in life
And you realize you'll always be there for her
but they won't
She's two-faced
She's breakin' promises left and right
Leg
I know your legs are
On the legs of Baali the demon king
I know your legs are
On the head of Bharata your brother
I know your legs are on the
Head of Uddhaba your follower.
You have no leg I heard.
I Know you are present everywhere
Everytime and in everybody.
I do not know what a leg is.
I know the insect has six legs
I know the animal has four legs
I know the bird has two legs.
Your leg is my project paper
I do not know howmany legs you have
I do not know I a leg is.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Here lies, not Rose the chaste, but Rose the fair! Her scents no more perfume, but taint the air.
in epitaph on Fair Rosamund
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It Is Simple
when you draw a man
on your paper
do not complicate him
let him have hands
a head
a belly
let him have two legs
and two feet
do not try giving him
fingers and toes
and start tracing
the lines of his
palms
and pores of his skin
his hair
and eyebrows and
eyelids
he would not like it
the particulars
are his alone
his secrets
his struggles to define himself
apart from the rest
in doing so
you let him be
a man to complete himself
self-made
with pride to provide the missing parts
his past buried
in his muscles
his hopes intricately woven
in his nerves
it simple enough
let him have too his solitude
a secret cabinet
for his bullets and pistol
and rage
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Legend Of The One-Eyed Man
Like Oedipus I am losing my sight.
Like Judas I have done my wrong.
Their punishment is over;
the shame and disgrace of it
are all used up.
But as for me,
look into my face
and you will know that crimes dropped upon me
as from a high building
and although I cannot speak of them
or explain the degrading details
I have remembered much
about Judas -
about Judas, the old and the famous -
that you overlooked.
The story of his life
is the story of mine.
I have one glass eye.
My nerves push against its painted surface
but the other one
waiting for judgment
continues to see . . .
Of course
the New Testament is very small.
Its mouth opens four times -
as out-of-date as a prehistoric monster,
yet somehow man-made
held together by pulleys
like the stone jaw of a back-hoe.
It gouges out the Judaic ground,
taking its own backyard
like a virgin daughter.
And furthermore how did Judas come into it -
that Judas Iscariot,
belonging to the tribe of Reuben?
He should have tried to lift him up there!
His neck like an iron pole,
hard as Newcastle,
his heart as stiff as beeswax,
his legs swollen and unmarked,
his other limbs still growing.
All of it heavy!
That dead weight that would have been his fault.
He should have known!
In the first place who builds up such ugliness?
I think of this man saying . . .
Look! Here's the price to do it
plus the cost of the raw materials
and if it took him three or four days
to do it, then, they'd understand.
They figured it weighed enough
to support a man. They said,
fifteen stone is the approximate weight
of a thief.
Its ugliness is a matter of custom.
If there was a mistake made
then the Crucifix was constructed wrong . . .
not from the quality of the pine,
not from hanging a mirror,
not from dropping the studding or the drill
but from having an inspiration.
But Judas was not a genius
or under the auspices of an inspiration.
I don't know whether it was gold or silver.
I don't know why he betrayed him
other than his motives,
other than the avaricious and dishonest man.
And then there were the forbidden crimes,
those that were expressly foretold,
and then overlooked
and then forgotten
except by me . . .
Judas had a mother
just as I had a mother.
Oh! Honor and relish the facts!
Do not think of the intense sensation
I have as I tell you this
but think only . . .
Judas had a mother.
His mother had a dream.
Because of this dream
he was altogether managed by fate
and thus he raped her.
As a crime we hear little of this.
Also he sold his God.
poem by Anne Sexton
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The Swan And The Fawn
Finely Freckled Fawn called to Suave, Stately Swan,
“Please help me quickly. I need you to come on.
When I took a drink in the pond, what did I see?
But a poor little fawn drowning who looked just like me.”
Sir Swan explained “Be calm my dear and listen here.
It’s only your reflection.” he explained with affection.
“Each time you take a drink just think how you can smile,
As that pretty face looking at you is happy all the while.”
“Oh thank you Sir Swan.” said the grateful Freckled Fawn.
“All my fears and all my tears from now on will be gone.
Suave, Stately Swan and Finely Freckled Fawn are friends
Because of thoughtfulness and gratitude upon which friendship depends.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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The Surprise
As there I left the road in May,
And took my way along a ground,
I found a glade with girls at play,
By leafy boughs close-hemmed around,
And there, with stores of harmless joys,
They plied their tongues, in merry noise:
Though little did they seem to fear
So queer a stranger might be near;
Teeh-hee! Look here! Hah! ha! Look there!
And oh! so playsome, oh! so fair.
And one would dance as one would spring,
Or bob or bow with leering smiles,
And one would swing, or sit and sing,
Or sew a stitch or two at whiles,
And one skipped on with downcast face,
All heedless, to my very place,
And there, in fright, with one foot out,
Made one dead step and turned about.
Heeh, hee, oh! oh! ooh! oo!—Look there!
And oh! so playsome, oh! so fair.
Away they scampered all, full speed,
By boughs that swung along their track,
As rabbits out of wood at feed,
At sight of men all scamper back.
And one pulled on behind her heel,
A thread of cotton, off her reel,
And oh! to follow that white clue,
I felt I fain could scamper too.
Teeh, hee, run here. Eeh! ee! Look there!
And oh! so playsome, oh! so fair.
poem by Ingeborg Bachmann
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Judas Rising
White bolts of lightning
Came out of nowhere
Blinded the darkness
Creating the storm
War in the heavens
Vengeance ignited
Torment and tempest
Attacks like a swarm
Forged out of flame from chaos to destiny
Bringer of pain forever undying
Judas is Rising
Eternal betrayer
Ice cold and evil
Taking no prisoners
Dark prince of the world (?)
Humanity trembles
Enslaving you sinners (?)
You can't beg for mercy
For none will be saved
The burden of shame (?)
Echos the prophecy
Ascending from Hell
Forever despising
Judas is Rising
Apprentice revealed (?)
Deceivers are crying (?)
My crucified steel
Evangelizing
Judas is Rising
Judas is Rising
song performed by by Judas Priest
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A Brown Study
LET them sing of their primrose and cowslip,
Their daffodil-gold-coloured hair,
Their bluebells, blue eyes, and white violets,
All the pale dreamy things they find fair;
Give me stir of brown leaves in the sunshine,
The whir of brown wings through the wheat,
The rush of brown hares through the clover,
And the light in brown eyes of my sweet!
Gold hair? Well, I never could love it,
Yet gold, I suppose, has its worth;
The head that I love is as dusky
As the breast of our mother, the earth;
With a gleam like the shine of wet seaweed,
Round pools that the tide has left clear,
And warm like the breast of a linnet,
And as brown, is the hair of my dear.
From the edge of the cliff we look downwards
On the shore, and the bay, and the town,
And brown is the short turf we lean on,
The fishing-boats' sails are all brown:
The sky may be blue--that's the background,--
But the picture itself, to be fair,
However it's shaded and varied,
Should be brown as the dress that you wear.
A lark bursts to sudden sweet singing--
That tuft of brown grass is his home--
And now, a brown speck, he is rising
Against the clear windy sky-dome;
And he sings--how I know? Love instructs me
To know all his notes, what they mean--
That it isn't the colour I care for,
But yourself, oh, my gipsy, my queen!
Ah! the lark knows my heart--I his language;
It's my heart he sings out to the skies;
It is you that I love, and what matter
The colour of hair or of eyes?
No doubt I should love you as dearly
Were your hair like an apricot's down,
And your eyes like the grey of the morning;
But I'm glad, all the same, that they're brown.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Rose Coloured Glasses
(scott mccarl)
Im an ivory tower boy
Never quite put down the toys
I always think the best of them all
I see only sunny skies
With the wool over my eyes
I never seem to find the crack or the fault
I see it all through rose coloured glasses
And I only see what matters to me
I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah
The road that I chose is coloured rose
Its a funny sort of haze
All full of dreams of yesterdays
And the dreams are so real you could cry
And you know the grass is green
On the side youve never seen
And the thought is what helps you get by
I see it all through rose coloured glasses
And I only see what matters to me
I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah
The road that I chose is coloured rose
As I grow a little more
Wonder what this all is for
And the brass ring is slipping away
I would keep the glasses near
And would shed a quiet tear
And maybe smile inside as I say
I see it all through rose coloured glasses
And I only see what matters to me
I see you all through rose coloured classes, yeah
The road that I chose is coloured...
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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The Surprise
As there I left the road in May,
And took my way along a ground,
I found a glade with girls at play,
By leafy boughs close-hemmed around,
And there, with stores of harmless joys,
They plied their tongues, in merry noise:
Though little did they seem to fear
So queer a stranger might be near;
Teeh-hee! Look here! Hah! ha! Look there!
And oh! so playsome, oh! so fair.
And one would dance as one would spring,
Or bob or bow with leering smiles,
And one would swing, or sit and sing,
Or sew a stitch or two at whiles,
And one skipped on with downcast face,
All heedless, to my very place,
And there, in fright, with one foot out,
Made one dead step and turned about.
Heeh, hee, oh! oh! ooh! oo!—Look there!
And oh! so playsome, oh! so fair.
Away they scampered all, full speed,
By boughs that swung along their track,
As rabbits out of wood at feed,
At sight of men all scamper back.
And one pulled on behind her heel,
A thread of cotton, off her reel,
And oh! to follow that white clue,
I felt I fain could scamper too.
Teeh, hee, run here. Eeh! ee! Look there!
And oh! so playsome, oh! so fair.
poem by William Barnes
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