Another such victory over the Romans, and we are undone.
quote by Pyrrhus of Epirus
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Tenuous and Precarious
Tenuous and Precarious
Were my guardians,
Precarious and Tenuous,
Two Romans.
My father was Hazardous,
Hazardous
Dear old man,
Three Romans.
There was my brother Spurious,
Spurious Posthumous,
Spurious was Spurious,
Was four Romans.
My husband was Perfidious,
He was Perfidious
Five Romans.
Surreptitious, our son,
Was Surreptitious,
He was six Romans.
Our cat Tedious
Still lives,
Count not Tedious
Yet.
My name is Finis,
Finis, Finis,
I am Finis,
Six, five, four, three, two,
One Roman,
Finis.
poem by Stevie Smith
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Romans Twelve
I read and re-read Romans twelve.
Until it casted a spell.
And I saw myself,
And others like me.
Instantly I realized...
I was not as free,
As I chose to be.
In these times I'm finding,
Romans twelve has helped me dispel
What I believe I had to do...
To protect a truth I myself abused!
And to release what I thought I knew too well.
This is what I discovered as I read Romans twelve.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Victory was not mine
The victory was yours.
And it still is victory belongs to you.
Victory was not mine.
You hurt me you hurt me.
You've scared me.
And yet the victory is yours.
You still continue to beat me.
You torture me every day.
Even though you raped me.
You still win.
And the victory is yours.
Its not fair you have the victory.
When you are evil personalised.
You are the peice of scum
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Becoming Undone
Becoming undone.
And bending.
Is never any fun...
Whenever it starts and comes.
No.
Becoming undone.
And bending.
Is never any fun...
Whenever it starts.
And with a doing that overcomes.
Feeling to be,
One pulled apart.
And no relief,
Is there.
With no air to breathe freely.
And none seems to be,
There to spare.
Anywhere.
And it is,
Becoming undone.
And bending.
Is never any fun...
Whenever it starts and comes.
No.
Becoming undone.
And bending.
Is never any fun...
Whenever it starts.
And with a doing that overcomes.
And it is,
Becoming undone.
And it is,
Becoming undone...
To begin and start,
With a doing that overcomes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Best Is Yet To Come Undone
It's behind you and
It's in your face
Close your eyes
Selling years of their
Smoke and mirrors and
Open minds
And they try to find a way to make me something that
I'm not
I touched the world
I felt the sun
I know the best is yet to come undone
I looked around
At everyone
I know the best is yet to come undone
The best is yet to come undone
It's so obvious
That the promise
Keeps me here
Painting pictures where
All the colors Disappear And they try to find a way to make me something that I'm not
I touched the world
I felt the sun
I know the best is yet to come undone
I looked around
At everyone
I know the best is yet to come undone
The best is yet to come undone
The best is yet to come undone
And I find my way out
And I find my way out
It's so obvious
That the promise
Keeps me here
Painting pictures where
All the colors Disappear
And they try to find a way to make me something that I'm not
I touched the world
I felt the sun
I know the best is yet to come undone
I looked around
At everyone
I know the best is yet to come undone
Touched the world
Felt the sun
I know the best is yet to come undone
I looked around
At everyone
I know the best is yet to come undone
The best is yet to come undone
The best is yet to come undone
song performed by by Lit from A Place In The Sun
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Undone
When your whole world comes crashing to the ground
Tell me everything you need now anything at all
and I will be the one who's waiting anytime you fall
yeah, When you come undone
When you come undone
You know I can't be like everybody
Cause I can't tell you what you want to hear
I don't know if I can make it better
All I know is I will be around
Tell me everything you need now anything at all
and I will be the one who's waiting anytime you fall
yeah, When you come undone
When you come undone
When all your plans are made out lying on the floor
and all your dreams are turning into nothing more
When all your hope has left you know you're not alone
Just hold on
Hold on
Tell me everything you need now anything at all
and I will be the one who's waiting anytime you fall
yeah, When you come undone
When you come undone
song performed by by Lifehouse
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Victory
Victory never comes from power over others
Real victory only comes from victory over self
Nothings gained from fighting your brothers’
For victory can’t be purchased “Off the shelf”
poem by Ray Lucero
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Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival.
quote by Winston Churchill
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Undone To Undo
Undone to undo...
Those passionate insights.
Individuality disconnected,
To a symbolic way of life.
Undone to undo...
Questions and curiousity.
Freedom to disconnect...
From a torn and decadent society.
Undone to undo...
Truth and honesty.
A rise in higher consciousness,
That allows eyes wide open that see.
Undone to undo...
Facts and nonfiction.
To restrict convictions.
Undone to undo...
Influence that speaks,
To those poor and meek...
Reaching to strengthen,
Identities that seek...
A reality that teaches,
Shackles are for the sheep...
Heading for mutilation.
And a mindless humanity!
Undone to undo...
You and I.
And all good deeds pursued,
We attempt to do.
Undone to undo...
But intervention,
Prevents it.
Intervention prevents it.
Intervention prevents it.
An intervention,
Prevents it.
And dimensions,
Diminish.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Old World New World
Natives wearing turquoise and silver
Dirty dogs barking in the distance
People of a thousand tongues
Im learning the primitive rights
Im doing as the romans do
Mt. kalais to mt. everest
Then down to the river ganges
To follow your mighty past
Were learning the primitive rights
Were doing as the romans do
Old world
New world
I know nothing
But Ill keep listening
Cities tumble into the ocean
Cities getting built in the sky
Now were talking digital
Were learning the primitive rights
Were doing as the romans do
Millions playing at monopoly
Rolling the dice of their life
Im dancing and shaking hands
Were learning the primitive rights
Were doing as the romans do
I know nothing
Grow old look wise
Never knowing til I die
But Ill keep listening
Ill keep listening
Pan
Shambala
Judism
Hindu
Christianity
Masdic
Budism
Atman of vedies
Sun ra
Astrology
Voodoo
The great dream time
song performed by by INXS
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You ask, What is our policy? I will say; "It is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give us: to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark lamentable catalogue of human crime. That is our policy." You ask, What is our aim? I can answer with one word: Victory - victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival.
quote by Winston Churchill
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Ave Caesar
No bitterness: our ancestors did it.
They were only ignorant and hopeful, they wanted freedom but wealth too.
Their children will learn to hope for a Caesar.
Or rather--for we are not aquiline Romans but soft mixed colonists--
Some kindly Sicilian tyrant who'll keep
Poverty and Carthage off until the Romans arrive,
We are easy to manage, a gregarious people,
Full of sentiment, clever at mechanics, and we love our luxuries.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Climbing From Ruts
Not 'who' is he?
But 'what' is he?
To know.
Before the showing?
To have that showing...
Grow.
To be known.
Not 'who' is she?
But 'what' is she?
To know.
Before the showing?
To have that showing...
Grow.
To be known.
They are the ones,
Unstung.
And freed,
From under a thumb.
They are the ones,
Unstung.
And freed,
From under a thumb.
Climbing from ruts.
Undone.
And looking up.
Undone.
And taking risks,
Unlimited...
Others may sit and resist.
Climbing from ruts.
Undone.
And looking up.
Undone.
And taking risks,
Unlimited...
Others may sit and resist.
They are the ones,
Unstung.
And freed,
From under a thumb.
Not 'who' is he?
But 'what' is he?
To know.
Before the showing?
To have that showing...
Grow.
To be known.
Not 'who' is she?
But 'what' is she?
To know.
Before the showing?
To have that showing...
Grow.
To be known.
Climbing from ruts.
Undone.
And looking up.
Undone.
And taking risks,
Unlimited...
Others may sit and resist.
They climb from ruts,
Undone.
And looking up.
Undone.
And taking risks,
Unlimited...
Others may sit and resist.
They climb from ruts,
Undone.
And looking up.
Undone.
And taking risks,
Unlimited...
Others may sit and resist.
Climb up from ruts,
Undone.
Looking up,
Undone.
And taking risks,
Others may sit...
In arrested limitedness.
And they pursue,
Undone.
And renew.
Undone.
Not like the few,
Undone.
Who run from the Sun!
And they pursue,
Undone.
And renew.
Undone.
Not like the few,
Undone.
Who run from the Sun!
To leaking roofs.
Undone.
And run from the Sun,
To leaking roofs.
Undone.
And run from the Sun,
To leaking roofs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Phenomenons Studied
Phenomenons studied by scholars,
Are...
Stunning phenomenons never undone.
Phenomenons studied by scholars,
Are...
Stunning phenomenons never undone.
Mysteries lived to exist,
Are...
Phenomenons never undone.
And,
The more they're probed confusion sits.
Because we don't see us a part of this.
Why are we here to be neighbors?
With confusion that we can't resist.
Why can't we accept our differences?
Without trying to end conflicts.
Why the fighting to exist...
In a peacefulness ruled by one fist.
Phenomenons studied by scholars,
Are...
Stunning phenomenons never undone.
Phenomenons studied by scholars,
Are...
Stunning phenomenons never undone.
And why are obelisks ignored?
Why are they there and who are they for?
What is that energy they feed?
And what is it that we can't see?
What is the purpose and the need?
Phenomenons studied by scholars,
Are...
Stunning phenomenons never undone.
Mysteries lived to exist,
Are...
Phenomenons never undone.
And,
The more they're probed confusion sits.
Because we don't see us a part of this.
What blind eye has to open?
To fix what has been broken.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shoe Laces
Shoe laces
Shoe laces
Don't come undone
Don't untie and stop all my fun.
I'm running with friends in this game of tag
To come undone would be such a drag.
Shoe laces
Shoe laces
Don't come undone
Don't untie and stop all my fun.
Trip me you'll do and skin my knee too
People will laugh and call me a foo.
Shoe laces
Shoe laces
Don't come undone
Don't untie and stop all my fun.
Look oh no you’re out of the knot
Unraveling and flaring, about to be caught
Under my foot as I step down
God oh no I'm falling...The ground!
Boom I hit and what do you know
My Knee is bleeding just like I told
People are laughing and pointing and staring
Why oh why did my shoe laces fail me?
Shoe laces
Shoe laces
Did come undone
Did untie and stop all my fun…
The Soviet Union did not achieve victory over the West, so was my information inadequate to help them to victory, or did it play no particular role in their failure to achieve victory?
quote by Aldrich Ames
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Attila
He's ruled them for 20 years
And ravaged as their king
Conquest burns in his eyes
And ice shoots through his veins
Their leader's new ambition lies
Farther to the west
The empire that he seeks
The farther to the rest
Attila wants to take his place
Like the impetuous son
To make the entire world bow
To the kingdom of the huns
Alliance has been made
With many others clans
Frank and Vandal forces
Held within his hand
And by Attila's hand it's said
His brother met with death
To make his rule his legacy
He did his awful best
Ethele and Etzell
By many names he's known
But "scourge of god" is the one
That rings the darkest tone
Chorus
Hell awaits behind gaul's gates
The romans stand only to fall
They will die by his sword
The barbarian Lord
Attila hears victory call
Bridge
(Huns)
Path of fire and plunder
Cities burn and crumble
Attila's fate beckons
He will come to conquer
(Romans)
Archers stand at ready
Centurions all together
Keep to your lines
And the mongols sure to falter
(Huns)
We will surely break them
We will overtake them
Fight till our deaths
Or the Christians' devastation
(Romans)
They won't overthrow us
God Will stand before us
Show us the path to the huns destruction
Sing to the sky, the battle cry
To propagate their fear
As terror is the weapon drawn
When battle has drawn near
And so the conflict is at hand
The gauntlet has been thrown
Contempt for the Christian reign
This poison seed now sewn
And if by chance all is lost
Cut down by roman steel
We'll suffer not as others have
Broken mind nor broken will
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Iced Earth
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She Comes
Common sense
Goes out the window like a cigarette
I take a hit again
When all her friends
They talk about me in a past tense
I take the hit again
[BRIDGE:]
She walks in in the middle of the night
Like we're good to go
All screwed up but it just feels right
And I don't wanna know where you go
Or how we went wrong
And when I think I can't go on
[CHORUS:]
She comes
And she comes
But when she goes she always takes away the best of me
She comes
And she comes
And when she's done I'm left with nothin' but the rest of me
Ignorance
My only explanation for this mess
I think about it when
We're on the fence
Between what is and what it should've been
I take the hit again
[BRIDGE]
[CHORUS]
Whatever she does
I always come undone
[guitar solo]
[CHORUS]
Whatever she does
I always come undone
I always come undone
song performed by by Lit from Atomic
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Lincolnshire Bomber Station
Across the road the homesick Romans made
The ground-mist thickens to a milky shroud;
Through flat, damp fields call sheep, mourning their dead
In cracked and timeless voices, unutterably sad,
Suffering for all the world, in Lincolnshire.
And I wonder how the Romans liked it here;
Flat fields, no sun, the muddy misty dawn,
And always, above all, the mad rain dripping down,
Rusting sword and helmet, wetting the feet
And soaking to the bone, down to the very heart . . .
poem by Henry Treece
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Victory
Heavenly sound
Gentle waves
Densely surround
Motionlessly
Beckoning more
Now harmony
Tranquility's door
Crossing over
An Epiphany
Angels singing
Feathered wings
Loving caress
Journey's end
Victory, victory, victory
poem by Paul H Nelson
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