The Final Judgement
The final Judgement was His
And He read from a page hand writteen,
' Thou art all sinners, and I throw you all
Unto the fire of My anger'.
The gloom of the haunted that emerged from somewhere
Did not change His rage of billenia,
Nor did He speak further.
The sky was shedding Her tears...
The Final Verdict echoed and reverberated
Even as the rejoicing of the few never ended.
In the streams of tears and blood
Began floating the newer corpses.
The new Sky and the new Earth that descended
Had a colour of crimson under the bemusing Sun.
None knew it, none knew it..
And henceforth these lines remain to be Judged upon yet.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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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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Default Judgement
Discrimination, your intention to scar me
Discrimination, your assessment, penalty
I suffer!
Spiteful resolutions, by your sentence we must fall
Spiteful resolution, bitter thought destroy us all
We suffer!
Your final judgement stands
Fate, by your will
I never had a chance
I never will
By your default judgement everyone has suffered
Your pointless judgement caused everyone to ...
Suffer!
Your final judgement stands
Fate, by your will
I never had a chance
I never will
(Day in which god judged humankind)
Your final judgement stands
Fate, by your will
I never had a chance
I never will
Never...
song performed by by Fear Factory
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The End Of The Chapter
Ah, yes, the chapter ends to-day;
We even lay the book away;
But oh, how sweet the moments sped
Before the final page was read!
We tried to read between the lines
The Author's deep-concealed designs;
But scant reward such search secures;
You saw my heart and I saw yours.
The Master,--He who penned the page
And bade us read it,--He is sage:
And what he orders, you and I
Can but obey, nor question why.
We read together and forgot
The world about us. Time was not.
Unheeded and unfelt, it fled.
We read and hardly knew we read.
Until beneath a sadder sun,
We came to know the book was done.
Then, as our minds were but new lit,
It dawned upon us what was writ;
And we were startled. In our eyes,
Looked forth the light of great surprise.
Then as a deep-toned tocsin tolls,
A voice spoke forth: 'Behold your souls!'
I do, I do. I cannot look
Into your eyes: so close the book.
But brought it grief or brought it bliss,
No other page shall read like this!
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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She Who Lacks His Touch
She who lacks his touch
She with lack of trust
Only to remain in dust
She who wants no luck
What she would give for lust
She with lack of trust
Her eyes have bled with time
Her life not to remain in line
What she would give for lust
She who lacks his trust
Her image has began to change
Her reflection is not the same
Her grip tightens on the brush
She with lack of trust
This anger can not remain
Something has to change
She who lacks his trust
What she will do for lust
The knife once used for peeling
Now lay under her pillow
Her presence will now be felt
She who lacks his trust
The time has come
The final dance begun
She gets his final touch
What she has done for lust
poem by Morgan Bodden
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The Guilty Father! !
Hope no son ever-
Has a father like me,
As my tears flow like a river-
My son yet prays for me.
Once with a nail was scratching my car-
My anger went too far,
Taking my bunch of nails-
On his hand did I nail,
And that ended our lives-
Even though we were alive,
My son lay bleeding-
My head started reeling,
On doctors bed lay-
My child covered with blanket of blood,
And my tears flowing like flood-
Ashamed of my angers height,
Praying all to be right-
Doctors words gave me a shock,
And my life, stood like a rock-
Now my son lost his hand,
Thats where my anger made him land,
He asked Dad-when will my hand grow-
And that was my life's biggest blow,
I now had a fear-
He will never want me near,
But, as I took him in my arms-
I could feel the warmth,
As I saw him lonely on the bed-
I felt so dead,
As i came out-
Saw some words on the car,
My tears rolled out-
And my heart was at par,
As i went near-
My heart began to tear,
The words became clear-
And they were so dear,
It simply said-
Dad- I Love You.
poem by Anju Addanki
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Saints An Sinners
(coverdale/lord/moody/marsden/murray/paice)
Get ready for judgement day
An the final curtain call,
Dont lie when you testify
cos the good lord know youre all
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
When moses stood on the red sea shore
Laying the law on the line,
He said dont come knocking
On the pearly gates
If all you did was have a real good time
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful.
Saints an sinners
I stand guilty of a thousand crimes,
An I suffer temptation still,
Show me a man who wont give it to his woman
An Ill show you somebody who will
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful
Saints an sinners,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Get ready for judgement day
An the final curtain call,
Dont lie when you testify
cos the good lord know youre all
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves,
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
For what we are about to receive
May the lord make us truly thankful
Saints an sinners, priests an thieves
Saints an sinners...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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The Resonant Dream
The final dream
So resonant and pure
The final dream
Will never be at its end
Its long journey almost o'er
The final dream
Has just begun
To rattle the fate at hand
The final dream
Is as pure as gold
It is perfect and will stand
The final dream
Will never come to a close
Yet it has a happy hand
The final dream
Is a grand dream
That turns the time of sand
The final dream
Is such a dream
That it is now near its end
poem by Alex Fischer
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Tears of the poor man (alternative version)
The tears of the poor are
The drinks of the rich,
Yet the shedding of blood
Is the rich man's headache...
And what of the poor man's justice?
In truth, water is too cool
To bring forth your anguish!
Fire is the only solution!
Drink fire to end your injustice.
Silence is each lover's desire,
Yet the poor man's unbearable pain.
Making a din is the only right choice
To put forth your final demand.
Dew is but the conspiracy
Hatched between the rich and their kings,
While morning is but the first step
Of each poor man's sufferings..
poem by Abdul Wahab
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The Tears Of The Poor Man
The tears of the poor are
The drinks of the rich,
Yet the shedding of blood
Is the rich man's headache...
And what of the poor man's justice?
In truth, water is too cool
To bring forth your anguish!
Fire is the only solution!
Drink fire to end your injustice.
Silence is each lover's desire,
Yet the poor man's unbearable pain.
Making a din is the only right choice
To put forth your final demand.
Dew is but the conspiracy
Hatched between the rich and their kings,
While morning is but the first step
Of each poor man's sufferings...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Tears Of Rage
We carried you in our arms
On independence day,
And now youd throw us all aside
And put us on our way.
Oh what dear daughter neath the sun
Would treat a father so,
To wait upon him hand and foot
And always tell him, no?
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Why must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
Were so alone
And life is brief.
We pointed out the way to go
And scratched your name in sand,
Though you just thought it was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand.
Now, I want you to know that while we watched,
You discover there was no one true.
Most evrybody really thought
It was a childish thing to do.
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
Were so low
And life is brief.
It was all very painless
When you went out to receive
All that false instruction
Which we never could believe.
And now the heart is filled with gold
As if it was a purse.
But, oh, what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse?
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
Were so low
And life is brief.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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The Old Warrior, dode
(dode: Norwegian...died)
For thirty days his body fought
bribes many, temptations spurned
the warrior had simply chosen
his final act of courage
The end came in the night.
The gentle hand that led him forth
to lands where soldiers dwell
left his mask of death…at peace
Buried with honors, the guns did sound.
Respects were paid, off sped the lives
Then the final bookend of life did come
neatly printed and parchment too
Computers require their labels neat.
Dementia, progressive, reason given
Those that knew, knew this not true
for the old warrior had chosen…
His final act of courage.
Buddha Himself Weeps
The wind passing by me,
Has blood smell with cries,
By and by I open my eyes and see,
Wounded humanity before me lies,
In the lap of Buddha her head she keeps,
Seeing her misery, he himself weeps.
The Last Mughal comes to him in white attire,
Speaks softly having tears in his eyes,
'Who has disturbed me by putting fire?
Why hurt humanity in thy lap lies?
Brought me here from India for final rest,
I've been given for her the sacrificing test.'
'Anger is the foe of peace and brain,
It has put fire that forced thee arise,
I have come to heal my daughter again, '
Buddha speaks having tears in hiseyes,
'They are not mine but wild criminal indeed,
They will have to pay someday for their deed.'
poem by Mohammad Muzzammil
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Fragile
If blood will flow when fresh and steel are one
Drying in the colour of the evening sun
Tomorrows rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay
Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetimes argument
That nothing comes from violence and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are how fragile we are
How fragile we are how fragile we are
song performed by by Sting
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Change The Weather
Come with me
To the bright white flame
That you knew by name
And you will again
Take my hand
We're getting out of here
No more time for tears
For the wasted years
No more crumble in the night
No more tears on an empty pillow
Voices out of sight cryin' hard - runnin' scared
No more tears in the gloom
No more gurus that I just can't follow
Older than a heart beat
Older than the sun
If I die before I go this is the way
Older than a heartbeat
Older than the sun
And hands
How she loved those hands
Now she could not stand
To be near that man
So she turned
To the bright white flame
That she knew by name
Now there'd be no pain
I am the river that goes on and one
On into the sea
It carries you away
song performed by by Underworld
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Bright White Flame
Come with me
To the bright white flame
That you knew by name
And you will again
Take my hand
Were getting out of here
No more time for tears
For the wasted years
No more crumble in the night
No more tears on an empty pillow
Voices out of sight cryin hard - runnin scared
No more tears in the gloom
No more gurus that I just cant follow
Older than a heart beat
Older than the sun
If I die before I go this is the way
Older than a heartbeat
Older than the sun
And hands
How she loved those hands
Now she could not stand
To be near that man
So she turned
To the bright white flame
That she knew by name
Now thered be no pain
I am the river that goes on and one
On into the sea
It carries you away
song performed by by Underworld
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People And Their Situations Do Change
If it is true you knew,
How I felt in those times...
Where were you,
To help me empty...
Those many buckets of tears,
I cried.
If it is true,
My struggles with agony...
Had been something you knew.
If it is true you knew,
Who planted obstacles on my path...
Why were you not there for me at all?
And when I reach out to you,
You dismissed me and laughed.
If it 'is' true you knew,
What I was going through...
You said nothing about it,
Until several years have passed.
And,
If it is true you knew...
Anything about me at all,
Why have you waited until today...
To appear to say,
You are experiencing your own downfall.
To what degree of an empathy,
Do expect from me...
To receive?
'People and their situations change.'
I couldn't say that any better.
I agree.
Trust me.
And that person you say you knew back then,
Has matured to improve...
On my expectations of 'friends'.
And can see people and things as they are.
With a re-arrangement done to philosophies,
Without a passing of judgement on them.
'People and their situations change.'
I couldn't say that any better.
I agree.
Trust me.
And I've been blessed with a peace,
I am going to protect and keep.
And all I can do is wish you the best.
With a peacefulness I am feeling.
Hoping one day,
The same for you will come your way.
People and their situations do change.
Of that,
I totally agree.
But an empathy from me you wish to receive...
Was not from you,
Ever given to me from you to give...
To believe you can receive.
I agree...
People and their situations do change,
A lot!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ireland’s Vengeance
This is thy day, thy day of all the years.
Ireland! The night of anger and mute gloom,
Where thou didst sit, has vanished with thy tears.
Thou shalt no longer weep in thy lone home
The dead they slew for thee, or nurse thy doom,
Or fan the smoking flax of thy desire
Their hatred could not quench. Thy hour is come;
And these, if they would reap, must reap in fire.
--What shall thy vengeance be? In that long night
Thou hast essayed thy wrath in many ways,
Slaughter and havoc and Hell's deathless spite.
They taught thee vengeance who thus schooled thy days,
Taught all they knew, but not this one divine
Vengeance, to love them. Be that vengeance thine!
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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All I Knew
Woohoo woohoo woohoo
Here comes an honest looking man
With his round face and his fat hands
See the news, there he is
With the answers to the last quiz
I can never know what I then knew
In a million years
I can never know what I used to
In a million tears
Turn it on we will see
Everything today
Me and you will lose
Our marbles on the way
Ill remember you forever
til the day Im dead
Ill remember us together
And the things weve said
Ill spare a penny for my thoughts
And try to work out what I just bought
Let me think, let me think
Left swimming in an ice rink
Woohoo woohoo
I dont want to hear what someone has to say
Ill just write it down and throw it all away
I could never know what I then knew
In a million years
I could never know what I used to
In a million tears
Woohoo woohoo
Ill remember you forever
til the day Im dead
Ill remember us together
And the things weve said
I could never know what I then knew
In a million years
I could never know what I used to
In a million tears
In a million tears
In a million tears
In a million tears
In a million tears
song performed by by Madness
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Abide With Me
Abide with us: for it is towards evening, and the day is far spent. -- Luke xxiv.29
Abide with me! Fast falls the Eventide;
The darkness thickens. Lord, with me abide
When other helpers fail, and comforts flee,
Help of the helpless, O abide with me!
Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;
Earth's joys grow dim, its glories pass away:
Change and decay in all around I see.
O Thou who changest not, abide with me!
Not a brief glance I beg, a passing word;
But as Thou dwellst with thy disciples, Lord,
Familiar, condescending, patient, free, --
Come, not to sojourn, but abide with me.
Come not in terrors, as the King of kings;
But kind and good, with healing in Thy wings,
Tears for all woes, a heart for every plea.
Come, Friend of sinners and thus bide with me.
Thou on my head in early youth did smile,
And though rebellious and perverse meanwhile,
Thou hast not left me, oft as I left Thee.
On to the close, O Lord, abide with me!
I need thy presence every passing hour.
What but thy grace can foil the Tempter's power?
Who like Thyself my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, O, abide with me!
I fear no foe with thee at hand to bless;
Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death's sting? where grave thy victory?
I triumph still, if Thou abide with me.
Hold then thy cross before my closing eyes;
Speak through the gloom, and point me to the skies.
Heaven's morning breaks, and Earth's vain shadows flee!
In life, in death, O Lord, abide with me!
poem by Henry Francis Lyte
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Someday I will write a poem of tears for you
Our love story was a little bit tragic
Starting with youthful laughter & joys
Some quarrels and disappointments
For a while
On love that never knew whether it ended
When and where
You ask me if I also shed some tears
I did not answer I was gone for good
I have only tears since then
In my eyes
You had tears for a while but then
You have learned to laugh again
Somewhere
Someday I will write you a poem
Where all the words will all be tears
Where the poet has not known
Laughter, or joy ever again.
Because In truth
My years are counted by drops of tears.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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