Sacrificial Lamb Basted Lambasted
Lambasted for the sacrifice by some
A final throe, brown eyes forever stilled:
Mist where whistful look had, peaceful, willed
Beatitude, not butcher's knife. Voice dumb,
Alas no longer heard by herd, become
Silent alike to day and night. Fulfilled
Time lent, throat rent, knife strife with sharp stroke killed:
EDifying insight on what Man has become.
(4 April 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Knife Party
My knife - its sharp and chrome
Come see inside my bones
All of the fiends are on the block
Im the new king, Ill take the queen
cause in here were all anemic
In here - anemic and sweet...so...
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And come in
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And lay down
Go get your knife, go get your knife
Now kiss me
Oooh...well I can float here forever
In this room we cant touch the floor
In here were all anemic
In here - anemic and sweet...so...
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And come in
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And lay down
Go get your knife, go get your knife
Now kiss me
Ohh... I could float here forever
Ohh... anemic and sweet
Ohh... I could float here forever
Ohh... anemic and sweet...so...
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And come in
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And lay down
Go get your knife, go get your knife
Get filthy
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And kiss me...
song performed by by Deftones
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Knife Prty
My knife its sharp and chrome
Come see inside my bones
All of the fiends are on the block
Im the new king
I taste the queen
In here we are all anemic
In here anemic and sweet
So go get your knife
And come in so go get your knife
And lay down
So go get your knife now kiss me
I can float here forever
In this room we cant touch
The floor in here
Were all anemic
In here anemic and sweet so
song performed by by Deftones
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Cuts Like A Knife
Drivin' home this evening
I coulda sworn we had it all worked out
You had this boy believin'
Way beyond the shadow of a doubt
The I heard it on the street
I heard you mighta found somebody new
Well who is he baby - who is he
And tell me what he means to you
I took it all for granted
But how was I to know
That you'd be letting go
Now it cuts like a knife
But it feels so right
It cuts like a knife
But it feels so right
There's times I've 'bin mistaken
There's tines I thought I'd 'bin misunderstood
So wait a minute darlin'
Can't you see we did the best we could
This would be the first time
Things have gone astray
Now you've thrown it all away
Now it cuts like a knife
But it feels so right
It cuts like a knife
But it feels so right
song performed by by Bryan Adams from Cuts Like A Knife
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Disconnections
DISCONNECTIONS
The irony of human life
perceived through eyes - some brown, some blue -
one strives to see, one sees the strife,
while one plus one apart play two
misleading, leading on, miss, man
until, from out the blue both ban
'forever' from vocabulary
which once played parts of his_story.
Thus Time plays joker, deals sharp knife
to shave dream team with déjà-vu.
14 February 2010
robi03_1956_robi03_0000 XXX_JUZ
Disconnections poem (c) Jonathan Robin
poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Confession from the Jailhouse
I killed my brother in a dream
And heard my mother sob and scream
For me to stop and spare his life
And put away that carving knife.
My brother was an upright man,
The successful type who always can
Elicit praise from everyone
For all the good things they have done.
He never gambled, never lied,
And never showed a bit of pride
Though he achieved far more than most -
No, I never heard my brother boast.
He was his parents hope and joy
From when he was a little boy,
And yet I claim he was a thief
Who brought me so much pain and grief.
I met a lass and fell in love
And promised by the stars above
That I'd be faithful, always true,
And worship her my whole life through.
She met my brother at a dance,
He smiled at her and took his chance,
My 'noble' brother stole from me
The girl I loved so jealously.
Alas, my dream became a fact
That night I callously attacked
My brother with a kitchen knife
Because I knew he'd steal my wife.
Now they have locked me in a cell
When I should surely burn in Hell,
I killed a better man than me
And they will never set me free.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Psychopath
The Psychopath
The lane is siesta empty, meanders forever amongst
olive trees and budding almond flowers, but afar I see
a black clad man, an ominous shadow, marching
towards me. He has got one hand in his pocket, a knife?
Bet he is a psychopath out to see if he can kill someone
without being caught. Nowhere to run fields are soggy
and he’s younger than me; he will catch up and plunge
a knife in me when I’m exhausted. When he stops and
looks around to be sure there are no witnesses, I quickly
bend down and pick up a big stone I can hit him over
the head with it, I think I’m stronger than him. He looks
tense as he passes me on the opposite side of the lane,
I stop pretend to look at the sky, can’t let him thrust his
knife in my back. He’s running now, see him disappear
around a sharp bend but I wait till sure he ain’t coming
back, I better arm myself with a kitchen knife next time
I go out the world is full of bad people.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Behold the beautiful wooden box
Behold the beautiful wooden box
Within it, is a faded suicide note
Underneath, lies a knife
Your blood remains on the blade forever
But did you really mean to leave it there
Did you really mean to leave me alone
I've cried over you for so long
Now it's time to meet once more
I set my suicide note with yours
And I take the knife in my hand
I can still hear your voice, like a haunting mellody
Did you really mean to leave me
I slice through the veins in my wrist
Then I set the knife back in the box
And leave it in the hollow tree
As I lie on your grave and cry one last time
I have become so weak
I can hardly breathe now
Then I hear your soft voice
Telling me it's okay to close my eyes now
I whisper to you I'm sorry I waited so long
As I close my eyes to your deadly kiss
Now we're together again
And this time nothing shall ever part us
Behold the beautiful wooden box
Within it, are two faded suicied notes
Underneath, lie two halves of two broken hearts
Which death has stiched together
To make our love whole again
poem by Echo Burke
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Petrified lamb
The petrified lamb shivered
It wailed in vain
Searching for the herd
He was separated from
But no one was in sight
The poor animal cried all night
The biting cold was hurting him
Tied to a pole near a ramshackle
Meat shop he felt lonely
He was sold to a butcher
By the villager who always
Used to fondle him while grazing
How could he be so cruel
Thought the poor lamb
Even before the butcher came
Customers reached the shop
To buy fresh stock of meat
The poor animal felt
Someone would rescue him
From this precarious predicament
Not knowing the fate in store for him
The butcher came with his son in tow
Sharpened the knife
On a block of stone
Held the poor lamb to the ground
And slit its throat
Fountain of blood
Was on the floor
The lamb struggled
Before lying dead on the ground
Skinned, cleaned and hung
Upside down
Ready for buyers to select
The portions that they
Liked to buy
What a horrible scene
Repeated every day
On poor mute creatures
Who like us
Would like to live
poem by Vijay Menon
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Suicide
I sit here by myself, thinking of suicide
I look at a knife, wanting to commit suicide
I look at a photo, hating my life
Telling myself, suicide stops the pain
I turn the lights off, alone in dark
Reaching for the knife, that’s going to take it away
I think of certain people, they don’t care
For the first time, I think of myself
I dig the knife, into part of my skin
Letting all of my blood, pour out
I’m not dying quick enough, so another cut I make
Then a final cut on my neck, and a stab in my heart
poem by Lisa French
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Kiss The Knife
its stupid for me
to let u back in my life
but i cant go no more
without kissing the knife
i know i made u made
i shall pay the price
but all i wanna do is.....
kiss the knife
u can stab me in my back
but i can take that
what makes me feel right
is a kiss to the knife
sharpiest knife in the draw
there is my knife out the door
kiss the knife goodbye
it cut me open
n i gave it my heart my life
i want you back
kiss the knife
poem by James Bost
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There once was a sailor from York,
Who never would eat with a fork,
Then he changed his whole life
When he slipped with a knife
Now his eyes are as sharp as a hawk.
quote by by John Carter Brown
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The Brothers Cup
Give it up to this planet full of strife
We're the brothers cup cuttin' sharp as a knife
With the pop of a snap and the flip of a flap
The cups went up like a natural fact
It was our shoulder space
That made the perfect place
For the magic of the cup
To style out with grace
With a tight turn twist
And a slight swerve swank
The brothers cup kissed
With a kick ass clank
We are the brothers cup
We like to get it up
We are the brothers cup
We like to get it up
Give it up to this planet full of strife
We're the brothers cup cuttin' sharp as a knife
With the pop of a snap and the flip of a flap
The cups went up like a natural fact
So love all your brothers
And love all your sisters
Love all the misses
And love all the misters
Don't be shy when you're sharin' your kisses
The brothers cup kiss
And we ain't sissies
It is our notion that the perfect peace potion
Can be found in the wake of the green sea's motion
The long rocking swell of the mighty blue ocean
Is the cradle of peace it's the perfect peace motion
Give it up to this planet full of strife
We're the brothers cup cuttin' sharp as a knife
With the power of the cup we are about to astound
All your preconceptions they will come unbound
We are the brothers cup coming to your town
Bringing tubs of love we're going to spread it around
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers from Freaky Styley
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American Skin (41 Shots)
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots....
and we'll take that ride
'cross this bloody river
to the other side
41 shots... cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
41 shots
Lena gets her son ready for school
She says "on these streets, Charles
You've got to understand the rules
If an officer stops you
Promise you'll always be polite,
that you'll never ever run away
Promise Mama you'll keep your hands in sight"
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it in your heart, is it in your eyes
It ain't no secret
41 shots... and we'll take that ride
'Cross this bloody river
To the other side
41 shots... got my boots caked in this mud
We're baptized in these waters and in each other's blood
Is it a gun, is it a knife
Is it a wallet, this is your life
It ain't no secret
It ain't no secret
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living
In your American skin
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Last Text
Up against my throat, I hold a hunting knife
This text will be my last
For, when it's done, I'll take my life
Oh, I'll have a blast
Through my throat, the knife will cut
Causing blood to spurt out of the open wound
I get a feeling of relief in my gut
For I know it'll all soon be over and done
And this text will be my last
It would be easier with a gun
But, either way, it'll be a blast
I won't die fast
But, oh, how it'll be a blast!
poem by Amy Parkinson
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Apflux
You sit here
An axe in your hand
With blood in your mind
You won't waste your time
A phase in your life
Can't quiet ignite
The flame in your heart
You're dead from the start
Black art infused
Confused, you'll lose
Black art confused
Infused, you'll lose
Black mind sees lies
Can't find a reason why
Black mind sees lies
Can't find the reason why
Pervert the truth
To kill and abuse
Pervert the truth
To kill and abuse
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Insight, insight, insight
Ignite, insight, insight
Insight, the fight
A knife will slice and dice
You'll die
a knife will slice and dice
Your mind
A knife will slice and dice
Your life
A knife will slice and dice
You'll cry
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Die, die, die, die
Life, die, die, die
Slice and dice and dice
And lie, you'll die
Your mind, you're a lie
A lie, you'll die
A knife, you'll die
A rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside, ignite, insight
song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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The Day Of Days
When midnight came, my dream drew near,
A desert landscape formed
And there within that daylight clear,
My body quickly warmed...
A throat-fuelled thirst began to grow
As I walked on hot sand
And I knew then, not far to go,
For nothing new was planned...
In my confusion, tears emerged
Within my drying eyes,
As if somehow they must be purged
To cut me down to size,
To humble me in my distress,
Before my final end,
So I felt no more need to guess,
But merely comprehend...
So this was it... the day of days...
Just one more hill to climb
And then the parting of the ways,
The end of Earth-bound time...
A final tear slipped down my cheek...
To nestle on my lips,
As if a way back in to seek,
As on my tongue it slips...
Yet life was done... I breathed no more...
Most prophecies fulfilled...
All tears were wept, now God's own law
Meant even thoughts were stilled...
But then my spirit left its shell...
No hunger pains or thirst,
All body weight that stood now fell,
As if life's bubble burst...
Unfettered by my blood and bones,
I floated in the air,
To taste God's freedom which one owns
When one casts off each care...
My spirit gliding up above,
I asked God where to go...
Then I heard Jesus speak with love,
That only Christians know...
Denis Martindale, copyright, January 2012.
poem by Denis Martindale
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An Emo's Prayer
If they ever cared and ever loved someone,
Then let them hear what they have done.
To me for a decade now,
Let them know it was they who made me take my final bow.
I am emo this is true,
But what have I ever done to you.
I sleep by a silver blade at night,
Holding it so tight.
With scarlet blood in my dreams,
Yet no sign of a holy beam.
I want them to know what I'm about to do,
And why they hurt me was pain longer over do.
The names they said to me for 10 years has been stuck inside my head,
Now they'll see me lye motionless in my bed.
They say that sticks and stones can break your bones and word shall never hurt you,
Yet the words did more than hurt me and gave pleasure to you too.
They wonder why I cut my wrist at night,
Why I hold on to my blade so tight.
I want to escape this pain in my life,
I will always cut with that knife,
Now tell me do you understand why I do this?
why the knife gives me such bliss?
It takes my pain away for a while.
And leaves me with a broken smile.
My time is up and I must leave.
Time for me to see.
I hear the angels bells,
Yet I'm heading towards hell.
poem by Alice Spakrs
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American Skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots, and we'll take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
41 shots, they cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
Ain't no secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots, lena gets her son ready for school
She says now on these streets charles
You got to understand the rules
Promise me if an officer stops you'll always be polite
Never ever run away and promise mama you'll keep your hands in sight
Cause is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
41 shots and we'll take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
41 shots my boots caked in mud
We're baptized in these waters and in each other's blood
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
Your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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I must do it now
One Cold Rainy Night
I sit in my room out of sight
I dont mean it by slight.
I look at a bottle of Pills and a knife
Wondering which one should end my life
I no longer want a life of strife
I must do it tonight
Before Midnight
When there tucked up in bed
So they dont find me.
I learned life isn't fair
And No one Cares
I pick up the knife
My life is done
One quick slash
And In a flash I'm on the floor
I lie there dying as you walk in
You scream at the sight
You want to save.
I plead for you not to.
But as we get to the hospital
The machine goes dead.
They cant revive me.
I've gone
'Mum, I gave up the fight'
As I lay back
My whole world goes Black
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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