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Believed' To Be Behind Faked Walls

Darker currents appear to unnerve and disturb.
Coming as they do...
To shake up the doubters.
Hushing but not 'yet' to close those mouths...
Still habitually tossing their standards valued.
Still habitually tossing their way of life,
And lives of others they push around and about.

Torment and heartache they come to face.

And it is with faith.
And it is with hope prayed...
That 'Something' arrives,
To rattle them away and out of their cages...
To scope.

'It is hard to contain a hatred with those biases made.'
Something within them rattles them out of their cages.
'It is hard to contain a hatred with those biases made.'
Something within them rattles them out of their cages.

There is a power that is conscious!
A power few can define.
And nevertheless this power felt,
Is a power 'Divine' no one can define.

Whatever is 'believed' to be behind faked walls,
Should be painstakenly reconsidered...
As a process of thorough and immediate investigation.

'It is hard to contain a hatred with those biases made.'

Whatever is 'believed' to be behind faked walls,
Should be painstakenly reconsidered...
As a process of thorough and immediate investigation.

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Release From Locked Up Cages Aged

Release from locked up cages,
Aged.
Release from locked up cages,
Aged.
Release from locked up cages...
Aged.

Release from locked up cages.

Come everyone...
Release from locked up cages.
Come under the Sun...
Release from locked up cages.
Come feel the breezes.
With fresh air to keep!
And make it yours,
In your mind.
Get more than you need.
And...
Release from locked up cages.
Shake off the rust.

Release from locked up cages.
What's there to lust?

Or trust.

Worthy of your cussing.

And...
Release from locked up cages,
Aged.
Release from locked up cages,
Aged.
Release from locked up cages...
Aged.

Release!
Be freed,
From locked up cages aged.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Love and Hatred

Love is not so heavy as hatred,
Love is gentle and soothing,
While hatred is rude and disturbing,
Love is an attribute of God,
While hatred is the quality of devil,
Love makes,
Hatred mars,
Love teaches how to live,
Hatred is tired of life,
Love is soft as gentle rain,
Hatred is hard as drought,
Love is deep like an ocean,
Hatred is shallow without commotion,
Love makes sacrifice,
Hatred escapes sacrifice,
Love is everlasting,
Hatred is transcient,
Love releases fragrance,
While hatred stinks,
Love relies on heart,
Hatred relies on mind,
Love loses,
Hatred gains,
In a nutshell,
Love is life,
Hatred is death,
So let's spread love.

poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Antivenom

time to milk lab rattle snake
the rattle snake rattles in warning
the rattle snake rattles to get attention
the rattle snake strikes in defence
the rattle snake strikes in aggression

sinking fangs deep into violation flesh
sinking fangs deep into intruder careless
sinking fangs deep into territory threats
sinking fangs deep into trespass violators

antivenom is made for warnings disregarded
antivenom is made for human trespassers
antivenom saves pilgrim innocent lives
antivenom is turn elixir of injected life

poem by Terence George Craddock
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She's Got Her Ticket

She's got her ticket
I think she gonna use it
I think she going to fly away
No one should try and stop her
Persuade her with their power
She says that her mind is made
Up

Why not leave
Why not go away
Too much hatred
Corruption and greed
Give your life
And invariably they leave you with nothing

Young girl ain't got no chances
No roots to keep her strong
She's shed all pretenses
That someday she'll belong
Some folks call her a runaway
A failure in the race
But she knows where her ticket takes her
She will find her place in the sun

Why not leave
Why not go away
Too much hatred
Corruption and greed
Give your life
And invariably they leave you with nothing

She's got her ticket
I think she gonna use it
I think she going to fly away
No one should try and stop her
Persuade her with their power
She says that her mind is made
Up

And she'll fly

song performed by by Tracy Chapman from Tracy Chapman
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To let out hatred

I exert hatred through abuse and curse.
I leak hatred by sulks and silence.
Gossips and revenge are other outlets.
Hatred explodes in quarrels and slanders
Being jealous also a hatred
To cut jokes too is to expel hatred.
Hatred is faeces inevitable.
Not to constipate, it must be let out
08.06.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Abraham, Martin & John

(richard holler)
I am a backseat driver from america
They drive to the left on falls road
And the man at the wheels name is shamus
We pass a the child on a corner he knows
And shamus says now what chance has that kid got
And I say from the back I dont know
He says theres barbed wire at all of these exits
There aint no place in belfast for that kid to go
And its a hard life, its a hard life
Its a very hard life
Its a hard life wherever you go
And we poison our children with hatred
And the hard life is all that they know
At the dairyline in chicago
A fat man in front of me
Hes calling black people trash to his children
And hes the only trash here I see
And Im thinking this man wears a white hood
In the night when his children should sleep
But theyll slip to their windows and see him
Theyll think that white hoods all they need
And its a hard life, its a hard life
Its a very hard life
Its a hard life wherever you go
And if we poison our children with hatred
Then the hard life is all that they know
I was a child of the sixties
When dreams could be held through tears
With disney and cronkite and martin luther
And I belived, I believed, I believed
Now Im a backseat driver from america
And Im not at the wheel of control
And I am guilty, I am worn, I am the root of all evil
And I cant drive on the left side of the road
And its a hard life, its a hard life
Its a very hard life
Its a hard life wherever you go
And if we poison our children with hatred
Then the hard life is all that theyll know
And there aint no place in this world for these kids to go
Cause its a hard life wherever you go
Has anybody here seen my old friend abraham,
Can you tell me where hes gone?
He freed a lotta people, but it seems the good die young
I just looked around and hes gone.
Has anybody here seen my old friend martin,
Can you tell me where hes gone?
He freed a lotta people, but it seems the good die young
I just looked around and hes gone.
Has anybody here seen my old friend john,
Can you tell me where hes gone?
He freed a lotta people, but it seems the good die young
I just looked around and hes gone.
Didnt you love the things they stood for?
Didnt they try to find some good in you and me?
And well be free
Someday soon its gonna be one day
Has anybody here seen my old friend bobby,
Can you tell me where hes gone?
I thought I saw him walkin up over the hill
With abraham and martin and john.

song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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The Soul Cages

The boy child is locked in the fishermans yard
Theres a bloodless moon where the ocean died
A shoal of nightstars hang fire in the nets
And the chaos of cages where the crayfish lie
Where is the fisherman, where is the goat?
Where is the keeper in his carrion coat?
Eclipse on the moon when the dark bird flies
Where is the child with his fathers eyes?
There are the soul cages these are the soul cages
Hes the king of the ninth world
The twisted son of the fog bells toll
In each and every lobster cage
A tortured human soul
These are the souls of broken factories
The subject slaves of the broken crown
The dead accounting of old guilty promises
These are the souls of the broken town
These are the soul cages these are the soul cages
These are the soul cages these are the soul cages
i have a wager the brave child spoke
The fisherman laughed, though disturbed at the joke
you will drink what I drink but you must equal me
And if the drink leaves me standing,
A soul shall go free
i have here a cask of most magical wine
A vintage that blessed every ship in the line
Its wrung from the blood of the sailors who died
Young white bodies adrift in the tide
and whats in it for me my pretty young thing?
Why should I whistle, when the caged bird sings?
If you lose a wager with the king of the sea
Youll spend the rest of forever in the cage with me
These are the soul cages these are the soul cages
These are the soul cages these are the soul cages
A body lies open in the fishermans yard
Like the side of a ship where the iceberg rips
One less soul in the soul cages
One last curse on the fishermans lips
These are the soul cages these are the soul cages
These are the soul cages these are the soul cages
Swim to the light swim to the light
He dreamed of the ship on the sea
It would carry his father and he
To a place they could never be found
To a place far away from this town
A newcastle ship without coals
They would sail to the island of souls

song performed by by Sting
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Hatred can never be good. … Here, and in what follows, I mean by hatred only hatred towards men. … Envy, derision, contempt, anger, revenge, and other emotions attributable to hatred, or arising therefrom, are bad … Whatsoever we desire from motives of hatred is base, and in a State unjust.

quote by Baruch Spinoza
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Cage

Walking down the street do you stare at your feet and never do you let your eyes meet the freaks, The deadbeat addicts,
social fanatics, they're a dime a dozen and they carry guns
Halloween, every other day of the week
Living in a cage in the USA
Living in a cage in the USA
Holy smoke, somebody blew up the pope
Living in a cage in the USA
All around us the rules are changing
Taller walls and stronger cages
Nothing is sacred or too outrageous
Taller walls and stronger cages
What in the world is happening to the world?
What in the world?
Driving in your Mercades you think you're safe, but you're never safe in a world of hate with criminal minds with guns and
knives who say "gimme your ride or give your life"
Halloween, every other day of the week
Living in a cage in the USA
Living in a cage in the USA
Holy smoke, somebody blew up the pope
Living in a cage in the USA
All around us the rules are changing
Taller walls and stronger cages
Nothing is sacred or too outrageous
Taller walls and stronger cages
What in the world is happening to the world?
What in the world?

song performed by by King Crimson
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Cages

cages are they things that hold animals
that dont want to be holded
or they things that help kids
that dont want to be molded
are they things that help tame the animal
or are they thingsthat people use to pain the animal
i say cages are what they are meant to be
so the animal may sit peacefully
on a home town trip of mine
yea thats mine
thats what i say cages are for
now its your turn
what is the square box with a gate a door

poem by Gary Morgan
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Release Them From Their Mental Cages

Release them from their mental cages.
And unlock and free them from their self inflictions.
Too much of their debris has created obstacles.
And those who are now awake,
And forgiving of their past mistakes...
Are being delayed to accomplish their missions.
By those insisting they have a fear...
Of making and creating their own footprints clear.

Release them from their mental cages.
And unlock and free them from their self inflictions.
Too much of their debris has created obstacles.
And healing with an uplifting done to their minds,
Is severely overdue!

Release them from their mental cages.
We have no desire to see them stampeded.
But a stampeding of them is what we will do!

'When you say, 'Release them from their mental cages.'
You speak of doing this 'figuratively' right?
Right?
As something done emblematically, right?
RIGHT?
Why don't you answer me? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I used to think it was hard to write, and I still find the process more or less unpleasant, but if I know what I'm doing it rattles along, then the rewrite whips it into shape rather quickly.

quote by Jonathan Franzen
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Those who enjoy their own emotionally bad health and who habitually fill their own minds with the rank poisons of suspicion, jealousy and hatred, as a rule take umbrage at those who refuse to do likewise, and they find a perverted relief in trying to denigrate them.

quote by Johannes Brahms
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To Escape From Those Common Places

Hard it is,
To esacpe from those common places.
And familiar faces we grow with perceptions,
Comfort us in an exchange of receptions...
To confirm the lives we are led to live.

Hard it is,
To accept differences.
We instantly become threatened,
In our protective environments.

And then many begin to adventure,
Beyond those boxes of do's and do nots.
To experience something fresh to discover...
What our taught concepts from us has blocked.

Past teachings taught then,
Become limited.
And the ones restricting boundaries to inflict,
Are observed to have biases...
Outdated and illegitimate.

And questions to them,
No more are asked.
Since what has been uncovered,
Opens eyes wide and fast.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You Are ready To Kill Others

You have the guns in your hands,
You have the hatred in your hearts,
And, you are ready to kill others.
You have the sickness with you,
You have the hatred in your hearts,
And, you are ready to spread it all over.
You have made up your own respective classes,
And you have the hatred in your hearts!
So, you are ready to destroy others.
You have the bombs wrapped on your bodies,
You have the hatred in your hearts,
And, you are ready to kill others!
But, what you see n the world today?
Yes, year 2012 with the muse of civilisation;
However, it is very sad that, we are more uncivilised than ever!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Misappropriated In Unmotivated Cages

Issues some have and pack.
With wishes to unwrap...
To provide them some kind of a comeback.
Like points to stack and rack.

Well time is not waiting like that.
For pity parties to make scores...
To settle petty chit chats.
Where are these people's minds at?

Too few seem to make moves.
Tomorrow is overdue...
For many in a rut.
And stirring yesterday's dirt up!

Issues some have and pack.
With wishes to unwrap...
To provide them some kind of a comeback.
Like points to stack and rack.

Too few seem to make moves.
Tomorrow is overdue...
For many in a rut.
And stirring yesterday's dirt up!

Well time is not waiting like that.
For pity parties to make scores...
To settle petty chit chats.
Where are these people's minds at?

'Misappropriated in unmotivated cages,
That they made.
Hey,
Say...
Misappropriated in unmotivated cages,
That they made.
Hey,
Say...
Misappropriated in unmotivated cages,
That they made.
Hey,
Say...
Misappropriated in unmotivated cages,
That they made.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Vengeance Clock

nail in the rock, hatred dazzle every dust
of century biases, for not every Lily hear
every cry

spears and ball of powder gallops each day,
dozen of shield and sworn fell off the ground;
wrapped with blood painted the sacred wall as
the sun goes down the horizon of peace

come glad tiding carol on the floor, receive
and settle the pendulum swing, the soul
wait until dawn, for the God's of Zion call
and everybody's fall

Vow all your Heads JESUS will come...

poem by Antonio Liao
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Razor Boy

I hear you are singing a song of the past
I see no tears
I know that you know it may be the last
For many years
Youd gamble or give anything
To be in with the better half
But how many friends must I have
To begin with to make you laugh
Chorus:
Will you still have a song to sing
When the razor boy comes
And take your fancy things away
Will you still be singing it
On that cold and windy day
You know that the coming is so close at hand
You feel all right
I guess only women in cages can stand
This kind of night
I guess only women in cages
Can play down
The things they lose
You think no tomorrow will come
When you lay down
You cant refuse
Chorus

song performed by by Steely Dan
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What we Think of

Walking round our cages like the lions at the

Zoo,
We think of things that we have done, and things

we mean to do :
Of girls we left behind us, of letters that are due,
Of boating on the river beneath a sky of blue,
Of hills we cUmbed together — not always for the

view.

Walking roimd our cages Uke the lions at the Zoo,

We see the phantom faces of you, and you, and
you,

Faces of those we loved or loathed — oh every one
we knew !

And deeds we wrought in carelessness for happi-
ness or rue.

And dreams we broke in folly, and seek to build
anew, —

Walking round our cages like the lions at the Zoo.

poem by Frederick William Harvey
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Buried In The Sea Of Sickness

there is no shame in hope
and seeing the best in another

in a life where education is learned
by masses from slander

to give in would be the deadliest
and i attest
that knowledge is not knowing
and knowing can often derive
from naivety and hatred
of the one in whom you listen

be careful in the stock you hold
be careful in faith and where it lies
it lies

more than not
he can see an interest
not for interests sake
but for his own

death comes to every flower you pick
no matter how hard you sustain its life
it will wither from your good intention
to keep beauty and colour

take with you nothing
but the ground you believe
you stand upon
and plant your feet so you can soar

above the fight

above discrimination

above power
and wealth

above insecurity
and thought of security

above the sea of sickness
our appetites have craved
from lack of drive in flavor

close your eyes
and see the cockroach
you're invested with

shake free of this night
and lies tries and faith

with no beginning
there is no end
and i am ready
to step forth

poem by Matthew Edward Peterson
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Antivenom

She's Got Her Ticket

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Abraham, Martin & John

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Cage

Cages

Release Them From Their Mental Cages

To Escape From Those Common Places

You Are ready To Kill Others

Misappropriated In Unmotivated Cages

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Buried In The Sea Of Sickness

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