Ears Are Closed
There is one basic problem that sits between them.
They all have been conditioned to believe,
Each one of them were born to lead.
And no one perceives a listening should be done.
Where the foundation,
Of true leadership begins for anyone.
That is why what's going on can not be fixed.
Those involve desire to captain their own ship.
And ears are clearly plugged to be closed
While those of flapping lips persist...
The resolving of their started problems,
Should lay on someone's shoulders.
But not on theirs to take the risk.
'You should be blamed for this! '
No.
You should be blamed for this!
'No.
You should be blamed for this! '
No.
You should be blamed for this!
*EVERYONE SING:
You should be blamed for this,
No.
You should be blamed for this,
No.
You should be,
You should be...
You should be blamed for this!
You should be blamed for this,
No.
You should be blamed for this,
No.
You should be,
You should be...
You should be blamed for this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Blamed Them Once
I blamed him once,
My father who brought me here
Without the strength
To take me there
I blamed them once
My brothers who developed wings
And flew so high, leaving me behind.
I blamed them once
People of the world, who once or twice
Made me feel like I'm not wanted.
But I do not blame them anymore,
I have to make wings of my own and fly.
So let them go,
I will travel gently, carefully
And one day I too will arrive.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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A Man
I am a man as a man I've been told
Bacon is brought to the house in this mold
Born of your bellies I yearn for the cord
Years I have groveled repentance ignored
And I have been blamed
And I have repented
I'm working my way toward our union mended
I am man who has grown from a son
Been crucified by enraged women
I am son who was raised by such men
I'm often reminded of the fools I'm among
And I have been shamed
And I have relented
I'm working my way toward our union mended
And I have been shamed
And I have repented
I'm working my way toward our union mended
we don't fare well with endless reprimands
we don't do well with a life served as a sentence
this won't work well if you're hell bent on your offence
I am a man who understands your resistance
I am a man who still does what he can
to dispel our archaic reputation
I am a man who has heard all he can
cuz I don't fare well with endless punishment
Cuz I have been blamed and I have repented
I'm working my way toward our union mended
And we have been blamed and we have repented
I'm working my way toward our union mended
song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Under Rug Swept
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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How Things Really Went
when he turned pale and fainted
he blamed it on his dieting
he said he did not eat breakfast
that morning
when his eyes turned red at noon
he said he got sore eyes
and blamed the knob of the
door for the infection
and on the night when he locked
his room he said he wanted to
sleep early as he lacked sleep
writing his poems
he drank poison a la socrates
and when he died
the froth on his mouth looked like
the bloom of a
while million flower
he did not tell the truth
that his wife left him with another man
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If You Have The Nerve To Listen
If you have come to believe,
Someone can actually be blamed...
For your pitiful life lived?
Look in the mirror!
Add that person to your list as well.
If you want to accuse anyone,
For failures you feel?
Point your finger at everyone,
Who tolerated listening to your nonsense...
As they allowed you to get away with this!
A dead end just doesn't happen.
An accident in the making,
Has had several eyes withnessing it.
A mind condoned to drift into foolishness...
Had been nurtured to follow,
A path one sought with assistance directed.
If you have come to believe,
Someone can actually be blamed...
For your pitiful life lived?
Look in the mirror!
Add that person to your list as well.
And if you have the nerve to listen,
To yourself tell you where to go?
Pay attention!
It may be the beginning for you,
To the doing of 'something' about it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It was the Woman! ! ! ! ! ! !
Ever since the dawn of time women have always been blamed.
For man said it was her fault whenever he felt ashamed.
'It was the woman, ' was his cry when he was caught in sin.
So no matter whatever happens women cannot win.
************
Ever since the coming of mankind / women have been blamed.
because the man said it was her fault/whenever he's ashamed.
'It was the woman, ' is his great cry / when he's caught in sin.
So no matter whatever happens / women cannot win.
Re-written as an experiment with change in rhythm
Mother Dear
Memories of my childhood keep coming to mind
Such a cruel existence and so unkind
I've gotten past the hurt and the pain
Buried the memories deep down in my brain
Forgave you mother many years ago
When you got sick I loved you so
Never once blamed you for the past
You blamed yourself until the last
You let what happened destroy you
We didn't hold a grudge if only you knew
Just wanted you to let us love you more
But for you that seemed a great chore
Your with the angels now and your mind is free
We love you so, each one of us three
You are on our mind both night and day
We will see you again in heaven I pray
So I bid you goodbye, once more for now
Till I can be with you again I vow!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Nobody Gives
Sung by the tramp
I cant understand why everybodys quarreling,
Nobody gives in case they lose face,
And everybodys guilty and everybodys innocent,
And the fact of it is nobody gives any more.
Its the same throughout all history,
Nobody gives unless they receive,
And nobody trusts or is willing to believe
And nobody gives or is willing to concede.
Back in nineteen hundred and twenty-five
There were thousands of people struggling to survive.
There was hunger, unemployment and poverty,
Then in 1926 they decided to be free
So they all went on strike and
The workers told the unions, who blamed it on the government,
The politicians blamed it on the strikers and the militants,
Everybodys guilty and everybodys innocent,
But the fact of it is nobody gives any more.
Back in nineteen hundred and thirty-nine
There were scores of german military waiting in a line,
And the fatherland wanted what the world wouldnt give,
And then hitler decided he could take what was his,
So they all went to war and said
Kill all the left-wing intellectuals,
Annihilate the jews and wipe out their race,
Eliminate the weak because theyre ineffectual,
And the fact of it is nobody gives any more.
Im only sitting here watching it all go on
And listening to both sides.
Yeah, why cant we talk it out,
Why cant we sort it out,
Well work it out if we try.
Why cant we sit down and work out a compromise,
Why not negotiate and try to be civilised?
Ill tell you why, because nobody gives a damn.
Nobody listens and no one will understand.
Yet Im wondering, sitting here wondering,
And listening to both sides.
Why cant we work it out?
Why cant we sort it out?
Well work it out if we try.
Why cant we sit down and work out a compromise,
Why not negotiate and try to be civilised?
Ill tell you why, because nobody gives a damn.
Nobody listens and no one will understand.
Yet, Im wondering, sitting here wondering,
Yet Im wondering, sitting here wondering
Listening to both sides.
Nobody gives, nobody gives, nobody gives.
The workers told the unions who blamed it on the government,
The politicians blamed it on the strikers and the militants,
Everybodys guilty and everybodys innocent.
Nobody gives. nobody gives a damn any more.
The politicians, unions, workers and the militants,
The fact of it is nobody gives any more.
song performed by by Kinks
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Es Tut Mir Leid, Schatzi = I'm Sorry, Darling
I wish you could feel the pain I have felt
I wish you could feel the disappointment I felt while looking up at the stands to see if you were there
I wish you could feel the way I do right now
Es tut mir leid, Schatzi is what I wish you would say to me
I wish you could feel the same harassment I had by you
I wish you could feel the way I did when you blamed me for your wrong doings
I wish you could tell me you love me
I wish you could be proud of me
I wish you could keep your promises
Es tut mir leid, Schatzi is what I wish you would tell me
I wish you could feel the same harassment I had by you
I wish you could feel the way I did when you blamed me for your wrong doings
Es Tut Mir Leid, Schatzi = I'm Sorry, Darling
Is what I wish you would tell me
poem by Kamilla Davila
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A Horseman
A frolic welcome,
Three children of three houses;
Today, i have to be blamed.
Achilles could be seen coming from afar,
Like the horseman and his horse;
This grey spirit is yearning for my desire.
The slow worm climbs,
To twinkle from the rocks;
Beyond the uttermost bound of the human thought,
Like this grey spirit yearning for my desire.
Of common duties,
Of slaves in bondage;
I am part of all that i have met.
You are well loved to me like the fishing nets,
But roaming with a hungry heart all the time;
Much have i seen and known in this life like,
The horseman and his horse.
Today, i am blamed;
Of names and the climates around,
Of the people as well to share my love with.
Of love,
Let all those things be as they were before;
Of my pastr memories to share with you like,
A frolic welcome without amuse.
I never came begging for meself,
Revolving to many memories;
Where, a horeseman knows his horse very well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Liverpool Days
Wavertree road used to have a café there called
“Tasty Toaster, ” business was good till the formidable
M.T. came to power and low paid worker, my main
costumers, got the sack, and told to go on bikes they
couldn’t afford to buy in the first place.
Above the shop lived a lady teacher, she drank, at ten
in the evening, as I closed and cleaned up, I could hear
her sing, when filling her bathtub with water.
One night, it was raining; she must have had a stroke
or something, the water kept running, rotten floor she
and the bathtub ended up in my café.
Under the door the water ran and down the street, since
it was raining few has noticed. Called the police when
I got there, the landlord came, insisted that I had to pay.
I threaten to sue him; he called me a Polish shit and
blamed me for the holocaust I called him a Jewish shit
and blamed him for Palestine. I finally collected my
insurance money and retired from the catering business
poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
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The Truce Between the Sexes
For a long time unhappy
with my man,
I blamed men,
blamed marriage, blamed
the whole bleeding world,
Because I could not lie in bed with him
without lying to him
or else to myself,
& lying to myself
became increasingly hard
as my poems
struck rock.
My life & my poems lived apart;
I had to marry them,
& marrying them
meant divorcing him,
divorcing the lie.
Now I lie in bed
with my poems on the sheets
& a man I love
sleeping or reading
at my side.
Because I love him,
I do not think of him
as 'Men,'
but as my friend.
Hate generalizes;
love is particular.
He is not Men, man, male-
all those maddening m's
muttering like machine-gun spittle,
but only a person like me,
dreaming, vulnerable, scared,
his dreams
opening into rooms
where the chairs
are wishes you can sit on
& the rugs are wonderful
with oriental birds.
The first month we lived together
I was mad with joy,
thinking that a person with a penis
could dream, tell jokes, even cry.
Now I found it usual,
& when other women sputter
of their rage,
I look at them blankly,
half comprehending
those poor medieval creatures
from a dark, dark age.
I wonder about myself.
Was I always so fickle?
Must politics always be personal?
If I struck oil,
would I crusade
for depletion allowances?
Erica, Erica,
you are hard on yourself.
Lie back & enjoy the cease-fire.
Trouble will come again.
Sex will grow horns & warts.
The white sheets of this bed
will be splattered with blood.
Just wait.
But I don't believe it.
There will be trouble enough,
but a different sort.
poem by Erica Jong
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Hump
Like these pistols
And your hair hangs
Blanket over hollow mirror,
We hold black mans hands spy glass
We carefully mold like water lovers
No!!! hear (hear) you changing, and I change you, tattood forever
Make me assist her and i...
When we lay down by our favorite
Ones who scares me and who could hate her
Likes to degrade our own band aid
While we disown mother nature
No!!! hear you changing, and I change you, oh!! and you save
Me...
In my room were can dance on the floor,
In my room were can dance on my walls,
In my room were can dance on my bed...yeah
In my room were gunna dance on my....head!!!!!
No!! hear you blame me, and I blamed you, no!! hear you changed
Me...(bye? ) i!!
No!! hear you blame me, and I blamed you, no!! well you changed
Me, but I made you!!
Remember her...did (when, and, ? ) I stop!! (x6)
song performed by by Deftones
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It's not the drinking to be blamed, but the excess.
quote by John Selden
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What can't be alter'd must be borne, not blamed.
A kinsman in trouble has to be saved, not blamed.
A friend's faults may be notices, but not blamed.
I'm not trying to say that it never hurt or that I never felt its sting, but I can honestly say that I never blamed anybody for racism. I have considered it more of a manifestation of humanity's problem rather than my personal problem.
quote by Robert Guillaume
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