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New Crucifixions

They bring new crosses of dark wood
And begin to crucify our three brothers.
Three nails on each,
Just three shrieks from each mouth and
Three small tear drops falling apart.

Three minutes of crucifixion melt out
The sky remains white,
The sun fades not,
And the curtains of the shrines tear not.
Lamentations cease and three days of agony await.
But no resurrections ever afterwards!

Across the streams of innocence
A floating raft emerges now
And time writes its lyric of salvation
Across the sky of expectations once more!
Will these crosses become firewood once?

poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Tear Drops Of Joy

Tear dropp of joy when a baby is bron
Tear dropp of joy when your mother and father tell you that they love you
Tear dropp of joy when my boyfriend bring me a dozen of roses
Tear dropp of joy when I see two people holding hands
Tear drops of joy when all the family come over for a sunday dinner
and I stand back and watch everyone enjoy every one
A Tear come down with joy.....

poem by Valentine White
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Crosses We Bare

Some days seem longer than others,
depending on how many crosses
we have to bare.
Each of us has a cross to carry,
for guilt, we call our own.
When the crosses get heavy,
days seem to linger with out end.
We feel at times,
no one can help us
with the crosses that we bare,
but there is always someone.
They walk beside us everyday,
a simple prayer of forgiving,
and he will help us on our way.
We can tell him all our sorrows,
our guilt’s and woes to be.
He always listens to us
as he walks with us each day.
We all know his name,
and how to speak to him,
if the crosses that we carry,
ever get to weighty to bare.

poem by David Harris
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Written in Black Ink

Upon
The tear-stained
Paper

She writes

Writes,
Her story

Her experiences
Her life

Written in
Black ink

Upon
The tear-stained
Paper

She writes

Writes,
Her sorrows

People she lost
People who are gone

Written in
Black ink

She writes for
Days and
Days

Until
At last
Her masterpiece

Is finished

Her eyes Begin to
Close and
Oblivion Takes hold

And when she
Awakens
Her story will be written

Written in black ink

poem by Autumn Winds
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Cry a tear

Cry a tear for the women of abuse
Cry a tear for those who abuse
Cry a tear those in broken marraiges
Cry a tear for everyone who feels used

Cry a tear for the teens of prostitution
Cry a tear for the teens on drugs
Cry a tear for teens under pressure
Cry a tear for teens without love

Cry a tear for the child of slave labour
Cry a tear for the child of rape
Cry a tear for the people who did this to them
Cry a tear for all those who hate

Cry a tear for HIV/AIDS
Cry a tear for destroyed homes
Cry a tear for the wickedness of suicide
Cry a tear for everyone who feels alone

Cry a tear for people in jail
Cry a tear for those who sin
Cry a tear for people who have lost someone
Cry a tear for those who cheat to win

Cry a tear for alcoholics
Cry a tear for people on the streets
Cry a tear for youngsters involved in crime
Cry a tear for everyone you meet

Cry a tear for abandoned babies
Cry a tear for poverty
Cry a tear for all the racism
Cry a tear for you and me

poem by Natasha Potter
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Trauma Of Time

Time Fades The Smile, Not The Pain.
Time Drains The Water Not The Damage From The Rain.
Time Fades The Tomorrow Not The Yesterday.
Time Fades The Cuts But The Scars Never Go Away.
Time Fades The Sweetness Not All The Things Sour.
Time Fades Those Few Precious Moments But Not The Crippling Hour.
Time Fades The Sun, Not It’s Brutal Remains.
Time Fades The Photographs Not There Stains.
Time Fades The Lessons Not All The Things That I’ve Learned.
Time Puts Out The Fire But Not The Days I Burned.
Time Fades The Colors Not The Glaring White.
Time Fades The Bruises Not The Darkness In The Night.
Time Fades The Happiness Not The Tears.
Time Fades The Triumphs Not The Fears.
Time Fades The Storm Not The Ocean.
Time Fades The Memories Not The Emotion.
Time Fades The Dreams Not The Nightmare.
Time Fades The Hand Not The Times You Weren’t There.
Time Fades The Beauty Not The Gloom.
Time Fades The Doors And Windows Not The Empty Room.
Time Fades The Love Not The Empty Lie.
Time Fades The Hello But Never The Goodbye.

poem by Bridgid Patrick
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God Painted Memory Crucifixion

How did God
paint sacred memory
Crucifixion in his
Laws upon the Sky?

God created
parhelion to
paint memory
Crucifixion in
his scientific Laws
upon the Sky!

Even the name
parhelion means
'beside the sun'

hear symbolic
phrase
reminds us
of two thieves

who died
beside God’s
True Son!

At Golgotha I looked up,
and saw three crosses,
framed against the sky!
Jesus for our sins did die!

Two thieves
always to
the side,
never above
or below,
halo true sun.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Tear Drops Of An Angel

the parts in the () are talking...its a song

(Hello,
Wait what,
Slow down,
I cannot understand you,
Why are you crying?)

I guess it was better you found out now,
I could not keep on living this lie,
You were the first girl.

Stop crying, dear,
Your tear drops are flying, dear,
They are drying, dear,
You are dieing, dear.

Tear drops of an angel,
The sweetest cry I can hear,
Stop your crying now dear,
For my heart, you are shattering.

Tear drops of an angel,
The darkest curse of my heart,
Crimson tears fall from your eyes,
Breaking me with each drop.

Tear drops of an angel…

I am sorry I cheated, dear,
It was a weakness, dear,
It was my fault, dear,
A sin of the flesh, dear.

Tear drops of an angel,
The sweetest cry I can hear,
Stop your crying now, dear,
For my heart, you are shattering.

Tear drops of an angel,
The darkest curse of my heart,
Crimson tears fall from your eyes,
Breaking me with each drop.

Tear drops of an angel…

poem by Evan Skora
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Tear Down These Walls

Verse1:
Oh the voice of equality
Hearsays all I find
Put your money where your mouth is
Were running out of time
Another generation
In a world of hurtful words
I listened for a ring of truth
But lies were all Ive heard
Wont somebody tell me why we hurt one another?
Chorus:
Tear down these walls
Once and for all Im trying to
Tear down these walls
Tear down these walls
Once and for all Im crying
No mans too great or small to
Tear down these walls
Verse2:
Enough harsh blows, enough put-downs
Were all one and the same
You are all my brothers
Though I dont know you by name
With drastic measures needed
When ashes turn to tides
Will we stand up for each other?
Or stand on separate sides?
Wont somebody tell me why we hurt one another?
Chorus
Bridge:
Lets build a bridge and meet halfway
And if we fall, well fall together
I know there once was a dark day
But the past shouldnt linger on forever
Cant we try to see with one eye
In a world full of all our people

song performed by by Debbie Gibson
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White Crosses

Well I packed all of my things into this blanket
To call this year to earn coyotes fill
Kiss my wife and kids goodbye choke back the quiver in my breath
And took my first steps into this corridor of death
If Im lucky I will make it to a drain
With 500 of my brothers, I would share the strain
Of standing in this boxcar praying for rain
Its the only the way we will quench our thirst
[Chorus:]
In these gardens of white crosses
Growing in the California sand
In these gardens of white crosses
We are the children of poverty trying to a make a stand
If we make it past the border, we will scatter
Vanish just like smoke in autumn wind
I will run until my color will not matter
Hopin I can find some work or possibly a friend
There are others who have made it here
They will show me how to find a job and a place to lay my head
And I cannot be concerned with dreams of my children
For there are 5 others in line for my bed
[Chorus:]
In these gardens of white crosses
Growing in the California sand
In these gardens of white crosses
We are the children of poverty trying to a make a stand
I will gladly pick your peaches or clean your hotel rooms
I will do the jobs American wont do
With cell phones to their heads and $700 dollar shoes
I will risk my life cause its all I have to lose
Let the devil in the mountains promise me a ride
Found an 18 wheeler and put all of us inside
And just outside of victory, 19 of us died
None of our bodies hit the floor
And so my wife she still wonders when Im coming home
The riches that I promised her for leaving her alone
I said I would send her all that I could save
But I ended up in California in an unknown grave
[Chorus:]
In these gardens of white crosses growing in the California sand
In these gardens of white crosses we are the children of poverty trying to a make a stand
[repeat]

song performed by by Edwin McCain
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The Curtain Closes

I sit here again
Starting once more
Lost yet another friend
And, now I feel as if I've lost the war

Shattered and broken
Now I lay bleeding
A knife through the heart-
To stop the beating

So empty-so lost...
So beauitfully broken
I cry and I sob
On the floor choking

I give up
-This time for certain
I'm done with this play
Please just close the curtain!

And, one single tear drop
Slides down my cheek
As I pray to the unknown
To stop feeling so weak

And, then I stand
And I start walking
I open my mouth;
But, it's like I'm not even talking

I really can't take it-
It's too hard to believe
I did it again!
And, now I can't even see

So now I am falling
And, failing this test
As I hear death calling
I lay here a mess

poem by Nicole Settimi
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Crosses Burning # 2

Native America tragedy,
cant escape the curse of history,
poverty has its remedies,
none of which are good.

crystal meth and crack cocaine,
Devil drives that old train,
cant fix the hole or ease the pain,
and wouldnt if it could...

still the wheel of life
keeps on turning;
in the land of illusions,
crosses burning.

small town heroes falling,
the ghosts of freedom calling,
yet the truth is quite appalling,
pawns in the game.

Wall Street ghouls in trench coats,
tax incentives, life boats,
dont know which way the wind blows,
numbers without a name.

still the wheel of life
keeps on turning;
in the land of manipulation,
crosses burning.

cant tell the truth from a lie,
you live and work and then you die,
cant take it with you if you try,
lost inside a maze.

redemption or salvation,
the train has left the station
for a greedy soulless nation,
who profits and who pays?

still the wheel of life
keeps on turning;
in the land of denial,
crosses burning.

addicted to foreign oil,
incursions on foreign soils,
enough to make your blood boil,
when enough is enough.

while children starve and women die,
paint the picture but you cant hide,
your hands are bloody, you cant deny...
stop, in the name of love!

still the wheel of life
keeps on turning,
in the land of promise,
crosses burning.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Golden Hour

Only time will tell when my cross
joins the thousands upon the side of this road
I've traveled a thousand times before
and a tousand more will follow
for tomorrow does not exist.

Rain upon my back is nothing
but a track to set thoughts into motion.
The kind of motion that steps in time and place
yet with a pace killing heart beats and silent speaks.

Black marks upon ourselves
we roll with thunderous hellhounds on our tails.
Forward is the only notion needed when
Death beats at the door with a
house warming gift fit for a losing king.

Those lost,
who had their youthful loom snipped
by the three shrews of fate;
their final hour dressed in thoughts of lavender
or gal,
now hangs in the form of a tear on the cheeks of loved ones
who won't accept the setting of another sun.

These White Crosses,
a sea of White Crosses,
a living testimony
of the dead in our wake.
May their names be writ in stone upon
our memories and live on until we too
join their elegy.

poem by Shawn Greyling
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Clouds

A visible mass of droplets,
Frozen crystals, in the air.

Suspended in the atmosphere,
Clouds floating everywhere.

Sometimes light and fleecy,
Softly floating by.

Other days dark and angry,
As they begin to cry.

Raindrops gently falling,
Frozen crystals melt away.

Drying up their eyes,
Preparing for another day.

As they continue on their
journey,
On the ground they lay.

Preparing nature for
tomorrow,
Preparing for another day.

poem by Heather Burns
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Tears Of The Innocences

tears of the innocence's
reluctantly, it flows for a reason
victims of oppression
cries for mercy and salvation

tears of the innocence's
the tear drops are heard in heaven
victims of oppression
the wine of eden flows to compensate for your patience.

poem by Sirajali Kalima
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Sad Sight

All those white crosses
lined up in a row
house all the remains
of soldiers that don't know
who won the war?
Or what they died for?

poem by Edwina Reizer
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On Another's Sorrow

Can I see another’s woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another’s grief,
And not seek for kind relief?

Can I see a falling tear,
And not feel my sorrow’s share?
Can a father see his child
Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd?

Can a mother sit and hear
An infant groan, an infant fear?
No, no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be!

And can He who smiles on all
Hear the wren with sorrows small,
Hear the small bird’s grief and care,
Hear the woes that infants bear,

And not sit beside the nest,
Pouring pity in their breast;
And not sit the cradle near,
Weeping tear on infant’s tear;

And not sit both night and day,
Wiping all our tears away?
O, no! never can it be!
Never, never can it be!

He doth give His joy to all;
He becomes an infant small;
He becomes a man of woe;
He doth feel the sorrow too.

Think not thou canst sigh a sigh,
And thy Maker is not by:
Think not thou canst weep a tear,
And thy Maker is not near.

O! He gives to us His joy
That our grief he may destroy;
Till our grief is fled & gone
He doth sit by us and moan.

poem by William Blake from Songs of Innocence (1789)
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Petals

Shes the angel on top of the tree
Sugarheart, here she comes
Shes going to fall on me
Innocence was our fire
We told the truth
I miss the sweet boys
In the summer of their youth
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
They will make you so
So cynical
The fire burns, the flesh destorys
The past that made us old
Shes the grace of this world
Shes too pure
For the likes of this world
This world is a whore
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
I wait till mine and
Hey, its all mine
Hey, its all mine
Never knew what I could be
All the darling buds of may
They fall with no sound
They carry you down
They carry you down
Ooooooooo, ooooooh
Ooooooooo
All the lillies bloomed and blossomed
Wilted and theyre shivering
I cant stop their withering,
Oh, this world is a war
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Tear the petals off of you
Make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you

song performed by by Hole
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By and By

Was the parting very bitter?
Was the hand clasped very tight?
Is a storm of tear-drops falling
From a face all sad and white?
Think not of it, in the future,
Calmer, fairer days are nigh--
Gaze not backward, but look onward
For a sunny 'by and by.'

Was the priceless love you lavished,
Sought for, played with, and then slain?
Were its crushed and quivering remnants
Calmly thrown you back again?
Calmly, too, those remnants gather,
Bring them home without a sigh;
Sweet returns they yet shall bring you
In the coming 'by and by.'

Are the eyelids very heavy?
Does the tired head long for rest?
Are the temples hot and throbbing,
And the hands together pressed?
Hope shall lay you on her bosom,
Cool the poor lips parched and dry,
And shall whisper, 'Rest is coming--
Rest forever, 'by and by.'

And when calmed and cheered and freshened
By her soul-inspiring voice,
Then look up, the heavens are brightening--
Cease your wailing and rejoice.
Cry not for the days departed,
None wil hear you, none reply;
But look up where light is breaking
O'er a brighter 'by and by.'

poem by Anonymous Americas
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Tear Off Your Own Head (It's A Doll Revolution)

Who dries your eyes when you cry real tears?
Who knows or cares what imitation is?
Only you do
You can paint his nails
Make him wear high heels
Why waste time altering the hemline?
Or do you?
Tear of your own head
Tear of your own head
It's a doll revolution
You can bat your lashes
You can cut your strings
Pull out his hair with your moveable fingers
It looks so real
But one won't do, so collect the set
Dress him in pink ribbons
Put him in a kitchenette
How does this feel?
Tear of your own head
Tear of your own head
It's a doll revolution
What's that sound?
It'll turn you around
It's a doll revolution
They're taking over
And they're tearing it down
It's a doll revolution
You can pull and pinch him
'Til he cries and squeals
You can twist his body
'Til it faces backwards
Plastic features
Could make somebody a pretty little wife
But don't let anybody tell you
How to live your life
Broken pieces
Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head
It's a doll revolution
Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head
It's a doll revolution
What's that sound?
It'll turn you around
It's a doll revolution
They're taking over
And they're tearing it down
It's a doll revolution
It's a doll revolution
Revolution (revolution)
Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head (revolution)
Tear off your own head
Tear off your own head

song performed by by Bangles
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Crosses Burning

black-eyed poverty,
angry negativity,
sanity or vanity,
aint nobody free...

still the wheels of life
keep on turning;
in the land of want,
crosses burning.

hate me, hate yourself,
liberty on the shelf,
worthless unless it sells,
drawing water from the well...

still the wheels of life
keep on turning;
in the land of need,
crosses burning.

black and white bleeding red,
cant feed the poor, raise the dead,
drinking water laced with lead,
nooses hung around our heads...

still the wheels of life
keep on turning;
in the land of hurt,
crosses burning.

children sold into slavery,
homeless tents, misery,
wars without victory,
governed by plutocracy...

still the wheels of life
keep on turning;
in the land of sorrow,
crosses burning.

microwave Jesus, tattered flags,
boys come home in body bags,
buildings crumble, bridges sag,
numbered souls without a tag...

still the wheels of life
keep on turning;
in the land of lies,
crosses burning.