To See, Again, the Stars
The cold was penetrating
within their shattered room.
Grandmother was bedridden
She could not be moved.
Her sixteen year old Grandson
Brought food that he had scrounged
For nine days they were trapped there,
buried beneath the mound.
All around the cries grew weaker,
Fainter, fainter then died down….
For nine days they were buried
In the wreckage of their home.
They were the sole survivors
Enduring there alone.
His father never gave up hope
That they would be found alive.
Their rescue made news worldwide
It was tears of joy he cried.
They emerged into the twilight
Of a sunset, bloody red.
Two saved, out of ten thousand,
Spared, to see the Stars Again.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Buried Alive By Love
Again the burden of losing
Rests upon my shoulders
And its weight seems unbearable
Your tomb is where your heart is,
I should have told her
But within me hid a secret so terrible
To cry is to know that you're alive
But my river of tears has run dry
I never wanted to fool you, no
But a cold heart is a dead heart
And it feels like Ive been buried alive by love
If I should die before I wake
I pray no one my soul to take
If I wake before I die,
Rescue me with your smile
If I should die before I wake
I pray no one my soul to take
If I wake before I die,
Rescue me with your smile
The kiss of vanity you blessed me with, spiritual woman,
Face the gods of war insatiable
Your home is where the dark is, I should have told her
Embrace the fire indestructible
To die is to know that you're alive
And my river of blood won't run dry
I never wanted to lose you, no
But a cold heart is a dead heart
And it feels like Ive been buried alive by love
If I should die before I wake
I pray no one my soul to take
If I wake before I die,
rescue me with your smile
If I should die before I wake
I pray no one my soul to take
If I wake before I die,
Rescue me with your smile
And they say to cry is to know that you're alive
But my river of tears has run dry
I never wanted to fool you, no
But a cold heart is a dead heart
And a deserted soul is gone
A cold heart is a dead heart
And it feels like Ive been buried alive by love
If I should die before I wake
I pray no one my soul to take
If I wake before I die,
Rescue me with your smile,
If I should die before I wake
I pray no one my soul to take
If I wake before I die,
Rescue me with your smile
I've been buried alive by love
Ive been buried alive by love
Buried alive by love
I've been buried alive by love
I've been buried alive by love
I've been buried alive by love
song performed by by H.I.M.
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Buried Alive By Love
I carry the burden that pulls your
Wrist upon my shoulders
And this weight seems so unbearable
Your tomb is where your heart is,
I should have told her
Everything made it seem so terrible
To cry is to know that youre alive
But my river of tears has run dry
I never wanted to fool you
But a cold heart is a dead heart
And it feels like Ive been buried alive by love
If I should die before I wake
There aint no one my soul to take
If I wake before I die, rescue me with your smile
If I should die before I wake
There aint no one my soul to take
If I wake before I die, rescue me with your smile
Yesterday was the first time youre so much colder
Then you got someone insatiable
Your home is there in the darkness,
I should have told her
And embrace the fire indestructible
Well to die is to know that youre alive
And my river of blood wont run dry
I never wanted to fool you, no
But a cold heart is a dead heart
And it feels like Ive been buried alive by love
If I should die before I wake
There aint no one my soul to take
If I wake before I die, rescue me with your smile
If I should die before I wake
There aint no one my soul to take
If I wake before I die, rescue me with your smile
Oh,it seems to cry is to know that youre alive
And my river of tears has run dry
I never wanted to fool you, no
But a cold heart is a dead heart
And its dead since oh youre gone
A cold heart is a dead heart
And it feels like Ive been
If I should die before I wake
There aint no one my soul to take
If I wake before I die,
Rescue me with your smile, oh, baby
If I should die before I wake
There aint no one my soul to take
If I wake before I die, rescue me with your smile
Ive been buried alive by love
Ive been buried alive by love
Buried alive by love
Ive been buried alive by love
Ive been buried alive by love
Ive been buried alive by love
song performed by by H.i.m. (his Infernal Majesty)
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Mother Monster(2) (Killed Own Son)
There was a news about a single Mum,
who killed her own 3-year-old son,
by blocking his mouth and nose while he slept,
nipping the bud until his death.
She then buried him in a mound of sand.
2 days later he was found out and informed to policemen.
The mum was caught
by the cops.
She confessed she was driven out
from the house,
by her son's grandmother,
for her negligence and being irresponsible.
She then moved out to a public park
saying that she didn't want her son grow in a house without love,
and thus she killed her kid.
Her excuse was a bull-shit.
She herself didn't have 'love ' a bit.
With anger the neigborhood's blood boiled,
because her son was a smart good boy.
Buried in the Sunset
Sun is crawling down
I wait for you
Two yards under
I was buried in the sunset
Im still alive here
Still waiting for you
Two yards under
I was buried in the sunset
Days are passing by
Its getting hard to breathe
Two yards under
I was buried in the sunset
I faked my death
since i felt a threat
Two yards under
I was buried in the sunset
Now real death is drawing near
as the sun breaks the new dawn
but Im no longer waiting for you
I sacrificed,
Two yards under
I buried myself in the sunset
- FaraM Siddiqui
poem by FaraM Siddiqui
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Mr. Nobody
there's a dead man
in a box down at the
funeral home... nobody
came to see...
but hell, nobody came
when he was alive....
nobody called, nobody wrote...
and Mr. Nobody went about
his days, doing what you do
to get by... cooking small meals,
and drinking black coffee....
watering his plants, walking
his dog, sitting in his chair....
staring at old photographs
of children grown and moved....
and of the woman he loved
for forty years... buried beneath
a tree down by the church...
now he lies in the box, still,
cold, and lifeless... no voices,
no tears.... his dog wandered off....
there's nobody to bury nobody
in the world where nobody lived
and died...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Rescued Chile Miners, A Miracle of Faith
From August 5 to October 13
in the year of our Lord 2010
69 days you were held in prison
down deep in earth's dungeon.
69 days of stolen rays of
the sun and stolen valleys of rest
33 miners you were buried alive
in earth's seven hundred meters-deep.
Who could have imagined
finding you alive and still
with your spirits up high?
Who could have imagined
that the tears of your loved ones
and those of your countrymen
could be changed to the cymbals
of dancing and rejoicing?
But yes, on the ground where
you were buried alive, you raised
your eyes to your Mighty Creator
And in the camping sites
of your loved ones, persistent prayers
were raised to the heavenly door.
And among your politicians
and engineered men and women
a solidarity plan to rescue you were
conceived in sleepless days and nights.
Here is your story, Chileans,
a miracle of faith in our time!
And the world claps her hands
because the weeping is changed into
an overflow of tears of rejoicing
on this great mountain of joy.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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15th February 2010
The glass fell down and broke into pieces,
Then i knew that something was wrong somewhere;
For yesterday was Valentine's Day and,
Your mother died on the same day.
The news came in and it made me sad,
Because your mother died on the 14th of February 2010;
But sad as it was,
She was immediately buried on the 15th!
Of the tree which was in the garden and was desirable for food,
But Valentine's Day came in and took her away;
And she is gone forever.
Oh, what has been sweet is now soar!
For you can now see the tears in my eyes;
And like the thorns and the thistles of the tree nearby.
15th February 2010,
Today i am made a citizen in a foreign land!
But your mother's death have taken the spoon out of my mouth,
And it is like sadness and joy.
Wise and knowledgeable men and women,
This news had brought tears in my eyes;
And i am now like a horse and its rider,
But on a narrow path to find my way home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Evolution [my Life's Journey]
Oh how sad it makes me feel
As I hear the footsteps of my youth
Grow fainter and fainter with every passing day
Leaving me nothing but memories,
Of my boundless energy and my lust for life
Seeking knowledge and truths
Looking forward to the days and years ahead
Letting my imagination take me to places
I may never see except through my minds eye
Where melting snows became a raging river,
Or blowing snow and howling wind,
Became a far off desert
But as reality took over fantasy
What we once could see is no longer visible
And just like a sculptor father time etching our faces
Taking away our youth with each strike of his chisel
With the hammer of time
Removing what was and leaving us with what is to be
Oh how we cling to those days of our youth
For those were the days when the world was ours
poem by David Kush
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My Love For You
you buried something
deep,
in fact deeper than burying
someone
who died nine days ago,
since you want to forget
and forget
this forever, something that
you lost and would want it lost
and not want
to recover
from a distance i look at you
and shed tears for
what you buried
without much pomp of a ceremony
i pity
what cruelty you have to yourself
i bring a flower
for that which was buried and lost
it is something that i always
cherish and
remember with all the gladness of my heart
with all the gentleness of my soul
my love for you
deep in the layers of time
buried
still blooms
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cat's Dream
cat
Egyptians' god
Japanese's courtesan
divine or despised
you walk tall
proving the
big dog is
but a coward
its heart
smaller
than your fist
fainter than your sneeze
as you stand upright
mom uses it as a lesson
for little tom
'Walk upright and
the world bows to you.'
i understand why
they buried the pharoahs
in giant feline strucutures
made to last for a million days
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Mound
The old man knows very well
Going down by the snowbank, theres a mound
A mound that an old man knows good
Look who raises his shoe all over this mound
Right over the world thats another rewind
And its time, time, time for the last rewind
For a broken old man and a world unkind
He buried all his memories of home
In an icy clump that lies beneath the ground
No one knows how far he traveled
Oh! I heard he walked miles from the little mound
Can he find some shelter?
He doesnt know to behold what the cold frost can do
And at last till he realized hed circled back around
Round a back circle, round a back realized
Ice is all he was made of
The bitter blue, and frozen through
He went over to the mound
Reclining down his final thoughts
Were drifting to the time this life had shined
song performed by by Phish
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Helaman 14: 31
When the heavens cast their eyes on me,
they cried - I felt their tears on my face;
their tears, they drench me...
and I felt cold.
When the stars cast their eyes on me,
they fell - and I was left in darkness
with the ringing evening bells.
The moon, when she cast her eyes on me,
she died - and was buried in dark clouds;
I was left alone and homeless...
and thought I might as well die;
for the evening bells are ringing...
the heavens - they're still crying.
The stars are all but fallen.
But no, I'll never stay in darkness.
I cast away the dark clouds in my thoughts
and looked up in the heavens.
They still cry but their tears are sweet -
I smiled and felt the tender coldness
it brought in my weary feet.
The stars have fallen, the moon has died,
for the sun has risen and has brought its light.
Heavens gave way, the evening bells retired.
The darkness chose me but I have chosen light.
Death has crept its way and chose me
but I have chosen life.
29 January 2011
Batac
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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Fields Of The Brave
Sometimes I close my eyes
And picture the plains
I see Buffalo Bill and the Iroquois
Riding again
Open skies, fertile ground
This was heaven on earth
That they found
We got what they gave
By their God we were saved
They were humble not depraved
These streets were afraid of
Once were the fields of the brave
The fields of the brave
Where a Chevrolet rusts
By a closed shopping mall
Can you see through the dust
Where the brave ones stood tall
Buried deep where they fell
They live on in the stories we tell
They got what they gave
By their God they were saved
And I say this as I pray
I cant help but dream of
The days these were fields of the brave
The fields of the brave
After all this time
And the struggles in between
We stand next in line
With the chance we can build on their dreams
In the
Fields of the brave
Fields of the brave
We got what they gave
In the fields of the brave
Let their spirits be saved
And I pray this on their graves
Therell be a return of
The days these were fields of the brave
The fields of the brave
song performed by by Styx
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Rescue
Did you come
To the rescue
Of the one who
Lost his family
To the floods?
Did you come
To the rescue
Of the father
Who lost his
Daughter to
Cancer?
Did you come
To the rescue
Of the children
Who lost their
Parents to the
Quakes?
Did you come
To the rescue
Of the babies
Buried alive
In the slides?
So what little
Chance I have?
It’s just a
Broken heart!
(Poem themed on Apathy addressed to God)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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No Martyrs in Nigeria
To my grandmother,
She is late
And waiting at Heaven's gate
When you get there mother
Tell this to my father
He was there before you mother
Let Him talk to my father for my sake
I mean the father's father
The Almighty father who
Brought us here
Let Him take us there
Me and my comrades
I mean the one's He made
The one's He shouldn't forsake
For sinners we are
But His love and mercy keeps us alive
I mean His son;
The one who died for us
On calvary
Tell Him to come to our aid again
Ask Him when is the second coming taking place
Tell Him we have waited too long
Tell Him to come tomorrow
Before the human race extinct of sorrow.
When He decides to come,
Tell Him to come to Nigeria first
Tell Him there are no more martyrs
In this country
The thousand and one Churches
Have been corrupted
Pastors now rule the billboards
Pastors now own empires of business
Pastors now own private jets
And cares not for the sufferings
Of the poor and needy
Christ had nothing
But he fed thousands
They had forgotten the scripture
Young girls and spinsters
Now go to Church half naked
Tell Him grandmother also
That this poem is not finished.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Light With A Sharpened Edge
Free from the torment of sin
All this I'm giving up
Much as the sun would decide to give in
Explode into orange
And hear all the voices sing praises with hymns
Mark the birth of a change
Free from the torment of sin
All this I'm giving up
It's not me
Buried wreckage my soul
It's not me so who am I now
Over and over again
Light with a sharpened edge
Cut through the black empty space we call sky
Beginning the cycle that stays
And I know in my heart we all die
Like the day and the night
Like the sun in the sky
All this I'm giving up
It's not me
Buried wreckage my soul
It's not me so who am I now?
Is there another side?
Beyond the black and the white
Place I could meet you by
A place on the other side
I'll let you know when I go
When I'm gone
It's not me
Buried wreckage my soul
It's not me so who am I now?
song performed by by Used
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Buried Alive
Afraid to feel
What's inside
Embrace my soul
In solitude
Frozen eyes
Face the fears
Rising strong
Out of control
Feels like I'm bursting into flames
Lost in hate future will be gone
Emotions strained misty eyes
Hear those silent cries
Nothing's real
I can't appear
The cold winds blow
Into my face
Feels like I'm bursting into flames
Lost in hate future will be gone
feels like I'm safe here
feels like I'm strong
Buried, Buried alive
Buried, Buried alive
song performed by by Zonata
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Today... 'The Firstfruits
For three days His body was buried in the ground.
and when they went to the tomb He could not be found.
This seed had died has now come bursting through the grave
He is the firstfruits of all those He came to save.
When the end comes and the harvest is gathered in
and innumerable saints are redeemed from sin.
He shall reign with His enemies beneath His feet
and the great plan of salvation will be complete.
For death entered creation through Adam the man
But now in Christ all will be made alive again.
For this grain of wheat fell into the ground and died
but sprang up again and its fruit had multiplied.
Not just by thirty or even a hundredfold
But countless myriads are safe within the fold.
Each of them has been purchased and cleansed by His blood
part of the kingdom He has given back to God.
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23feb Wait For Last Miracles Last Pockets Of Hope
day’s heat hot dust sweat
day’s heat hot fear sweat
day’s heat fear darkness trapped
night fear earth blanket sweat
night fear earth darkness sweat
night fear chill fear buried alive
with reverence we dust dig
with reverence we hope dig
decay steals into noses silence says
dig in ruins of other buildings
dig in ruins where hope lays trapped
dig where dogs nose hope life trapped
these dead here will wait for last rites
these dead will wait to be reverence buried
wait for last miracles last pockets of hope found
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Father Buried My Sister........Today
My father buried my sister today
My soul burns red with pain
No longer will I touch her face
Or caress her skin again
My father buried my sister today
God, what have I done wrong
To have her stolen from my arms
When my faith in you was strong
My father buried my sister today
Thank God I have another
I couldn't walk this path alone
Every breath is a struggle
My father buried my sister today
She was just 20
Searing, ripping, tearing ache
My emotions overcome me
To God above, how I pray
These words by her not repeated
My father buried my daughter today
poem by Pritisha Sardesai
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