Democracy
Democracy
Tiananmen come again
we need you everyday
send flowers to brutes
play Panpipes and flutes
let the tunes be the fire
of a newage's desire
be like Revolução dos Cravos
spread like Lisbon's petals
that sweet scent of freedom
Tiananmen come again
let the dried blood
fill us not in Vain
let the bullets sound hard
for a soft sigh's certain death
instead, never forget
never be forgotten;
Tiananmen come again
for we need you everyday!
Madrason
The commemoration day 03-06-2009
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The Chinese leadership hoped that the world would soon forget the Tiananmen Square massacre. Our job in Congress is to ensure that we never forget those who lost their lives in Tiananmen Square that day or the pro-democracy cause for which they fought.
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There are other issues I have felt more emotionally connected to, like China, where I lived and worked for some time. I was living there when Tiananmen Square erupted.
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Bullets And Kisses
My bullets are kisses.
Let me send them to everyone of you.
Let them poison the very essence of your soul.
Let me claim another victim.
Let me dig another grave of the forgotten.
Memories dead, stale, and rotten.
Heat seeking missile are only sent destroy.
Man less drones are deployed.
Books to a religion burned.
Peace will be destroyed.
It is impossible to avoid.
Unrest on steroids.
My bullets are kisses.
Let me send them to everyone of you.
Let them poison the very essence of your soul.
Let me claim another victim.
Let me dig another grave of the forgotten.
Memories dead, stale, and rotten.
You want to trust and be trusted.
But you have no understanding of a culture.
You disrespect it everyday.
You create martyrs by your mistakes.
With every action you make it just escalates.
Fear spreads like fire in a very drought ridden forest.
Let me ask you how do you plan on exactly putting out?
My bullets are kisses.
Let me send them to everyone of you.
Let them poison the very essence of your soul.
Let me claim another victim.
Let me dig another grave of the forgotten.
Memories dead, stale, and rotten.
You must get out.
It was never your responsibility.
We are not the divinity.
We are not here to save you.
With so much blood on our hands how can we still be wearing that cape?
Do we not understand what is at stake?
We just continue to create pure hate.
My bullets are kisses.
Let me send them to everyone of you.
Let them poison the very essence of your soul.
Let me claim another victim.
Let me dig another grave of the forgotten.
Memories dead, stale, and rotten.
Greed is why we are sending our soldiers away from home.
Controlling chaos.
A symphony of stealing while their not looking.
If we are their long enough soon or later we will corrupt.
And that´s just little messed up.
My bullets are kisses.
Let me send them to everyone of you.
Let them poison the very essence of your soul.
Let me claim another victim.
Let me dig another grave of the forgotten.
Memories dead, stale, and rotten.
Slavery can be bought and sold.
Back door deals.
A fake government at least thats the way the people feel.
And are they really that off target?
After all they are the are people.
A pulse beating, breathing life into their own country.
My bullets are kisses.
Let me send them to everyone of you.
Let them poison the very essence of your soul.
Let me claim another victim.
Let me dig another grave of the forgotten.
Memories dead, stale, and rotten...,
Yes they are already dead, stale, and rotten.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

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Everyday
love can make you do things you never dreamed possible...
I got lost, couldnt find my way
And I guess theres nothing more to say
Love can make you blind, make you act so strange
But Im here and here I will stay
So everyday I cry
Yes everyday I fall
Do you ever wonder why, why I love everything about you
But everyday I say Ill try to make my heart be still
til then every way there is to cry, ourselves to sleep we will
It picked me up, knocked me off my feet
Ive got no way to explain
Still I love you, love you, love you but this fire inside
Will never see the light of day
So everyday goes by
And everyday I fall
It makes me wonder why,
My lifes worth nothing without you
But everyday I say Ill try
To make my heart be still
cos every way there is to cry,
Ourselves to sleep, we will
Youll never know, no, no, no ,no ,no
Youll never know just how close we were
Youll never know, no, no, no ,no ,no
Youll never know
No youll never see
The book closes and we try to forget
But I know that things wont change
How we feel, how life goes on
And that seems so strange
And so the light fades away
Try, try, try as I may
I cant stop thinking about you
It seems my lifes worth nothing without you
But everyday I say Ill try
To make my heart be still
til then every way there is to cry,
Ourselves to sleep, we will
Everyday, everyday you know I try so hard
Everyday, everyday it gets a little harder
song performed by by Phil Collins

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Everyday Anywhere
Everyday anywhere,
This world is dying very slowly;
Everyday anywhere,
This world is ending very slowly;
Because, everyday anywhere our sins are being exposed!
Everyday anywhere,
This world is sinking very slowly;
Everyday anywhere we are preparing for war!
And everyday anywhere we do kill each other;
Because of the hatred in our hearts! !
Watch the news around the world and see what goes on,
But everyday anywhere we claim to go to church and pray;
And this world is now sinking because of our sins.
We need peace than the bullets of war! !
And everyday anywhere we claim to pray in our various churches;
But everyday anywherew, we fail to obey the written down Laws.
Everyday anywhere,
The world is ending gradually on us;
But the written down Laws are guided by the peaceful solution,
So, let us think twice and change for the better.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis

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Canvass-1
CANVASS—1
I like red colour always
Like ten horses who drags
The chariot of sun
Your fingertips enameled
With red nail-polish
The under-water plants
With blackish red leaves- akin to blood
You spread this blood everyday
On the dry earth
In the name of religion
In disguise of revolt
Sometimes thru air-attacks
Or the marching of armies with bullets
But how valuable is this red
Without a dropp of which
The life becomes a white canvass
Rajkumar@Kolkata
17-05-2009
poem by Rajkumar Mukherjee

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Grandma, I Never Knew You
I never knew you
You are my grandmother.
I get mad at God
For not giving me a chance
To know you.
You died ten years
Before I was born.
It breaks my heart
Every time I think
That I will never get
The chance to know you.
I look at your picture that hangs
Almost everyday.
I wonder if I have your eyes.
I wonder if I have your laugh.
I wonder if I have your smile.
I wonder if I have your nose.
I wonder if I have anything of you.
I guess I will never know
I guess I will never get to see you.
Death is the most tragic thing in life
Death is hard on me now than I was younger.
Death is what I have inside
Thinking of everyone that I have lost.
Death is forever
Death is longer than an eternity
Death is permanent
Death is a scar that never goes away.
Death is what I feel everyday
Death is what has to be.
Death is what is happening everyday.
Death is what no one knows for sure.
Death is what everyone goes through.
Death is the reason why I am the way I am
Death is what I fear…
poem by Kimberly Santistevan

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Everyday.
Everyday
I hear jazz in the trees.
Tinkling on the breeze.
Sprinkling melodies.
Like the sunlight
On a secret lake.
When I awake.
Beauty whispers
From your eyes.
To materialise.
In a dawn surprise.
Everyday
I shiver,
With the love
That hits my heart.
With arrows from your quiver.
Though apart,
You scatter flowers
At my feet.
Rainbows are incomplete
Without your smile.
Meanwhile,
I drink the nectar
Of your distant kiss.
Far away bliss,
Floating
On diamonds of the tide.
That ebbs and flows
Like that miracle inside.
That ties sweet bows
Of cloud in the skies.
Under the glittering prize
Of our star kissed romance.
Only sunsets enhance
Our tender goodbyes.
As my heart sighs
In the silence
Of a promised embrace.
Everyday
I see your face.
And surf the ocean frantically waving.
Inwardly craving
Our passion,
That ran away to sea.
The drowning of ecstasy.
Witnessed
As my hands were tied.
I tried,
Unsuccessfully,
To touch
- So much.
Everyday
Still to bear,
That chair.
I crouch,
In despair.
To slouch.
Listening
To 'Air on a g string'
From Bach.
Hark!
Glistening,
Our dove flies.
With fluttering wing
Uttering Spring.
In bluest skies.
In slow motion,
As my rhymes capsize.
In the ocean.
Resounding
In amber lit bay.
Pounding
Like forgotten tunes.
I wish now
Would play.
Everyday.
poem by Kevin East

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Itsalwayssomething
I look around me and I see what I wanted and what I settled for
Yeah, Ive got the heart of a joan of arc but the soul of a gigolo
Ive been good at snatching defeat from the jaws of victory
Anytime I stopped to smell the roses they drew blood from me
Do you know what I mean
You never ever get away clean
Oh, but its alright
Yeah, touchdown, turn around, flag on the play
Its always something
You know it is, its always something
Its always something, everyday, its always something
When I was a kid the teachers and the priests said,
Why you let him run around like that?
My father said, if the boy wants to play the guitar, I say we let him.
Through the hard years he was my rock
When I just could not win
So it goes yknow my father died
Just before my leaky ship came in
Do you know what I mean
You never ever get away clean
Oh, but its alright yeah
Down one, homerun, your dog steals the ball
Its always something
You know it is, its always something
Its always something, everyday, its always something
Its always something...
I step up to the table in the middle of my life
And I take my cards and I check them twice
Ive got a killer hand and Im ready to stake my claim
The cops raid the game
Its always something
Its always something
Its always something, everyday, its always something
Its always something
You know it is, its always something
Its always something, everyday, its always something
song performed by by Rick Springfield

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Drinking Poetry
at first glance
you taste its first sip
it is bitter and had always been
as bitter as grief
and you drink it anyway
everyday
until then when bitterness
does not taste bitter anymore
and then you drink it anyway
everyday
and everyday you drink cup by cup
poetry
your friend do not believe you
doing this
they cannot take it anymore
you drinking this bitter
concoction
everyday
you are true to this calling
drinking poetry
until it has become your habit
your vocation
your mission to write all that you feel
all that you can
what they do not know
is this freedom this blood from poetry
bitter and salty and sometimes bland
has become so sweet as honey
and these sap caused the growth of
your feathers and wings
and then one day you fly away
far away so so far away
to that clouds and mountains to that castle of the gods
and goddesses
and there you drink with them
and there they welcome you as one of them
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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Hasty for a train
Hasty for a train
I see angels
fall from the sky,
stuck on branches
like fruits from Why.
Caught on a bad day,
surprised by a fool
who likes to trod
on petals' spread
the christals crack
like frozen pain,
a sigh, last cry,
a mud-clodded phantom
moves hasty for a train
-that always comes
too late to be caught-
passes by, bye..... 27-09-2010 Madrason
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It Happens Everyday
(carly simon)
It happens everyday
Two lovers with the best intentions to stay
Together the decide to seperate
Just how it happens
Neither is certain
But it happens everyday
It happens everyday
After you break up
You say these words to your friends:
how could I have loved that boy?
He was so bad to me in the end?
Well, you make him a liar
Turn him into a robber
Well, it happens everyday.
But I dont regret that I loved you
How I loved you I will never forget
And in time Ill look back and remember
The boy that I knew when we first met.
Still it happens everyday
Two lovers turn and twist their love into hate
But am I so different
>from those young girls you used to date?
You used to adore me
You used to adore me
Still it happens everyday
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The Reason And Cause For Their Pain
Everyday!
Everyday as if a ritual,
Someone is complaining...
About being misunderstood.
Everyday as if a ritual,
Fault is being made...
About someone else.
Everyday as if a ritual,
People are accused...
For something they didn't do.
Everyday!
Everyday as if a ritual,
Some believes they have the right...
To excuse themselves of responsibility.
And everyday,
Someone is left to feel alone...
Still not getting the connection,
Between their misdeeds...
Aches and pains.
And those heartbreaks they receive,
They have come to perceive...
No one else has known!
And everyday without fail,
As sure as the ticking of a clock is heard...
These people will not see themselves,
The reason and cause for their pain.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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Freedom and Beauty
It is a beautiful mind to feel free.
It is a beautiful feeling to set someone free.
Freedom is the hard statement to get.
Freedom is the only feeling to get.
*
Freedom is the statement that shows your independence.
Freedom is the power that shows your right.
But while speaking of almost 7 billion individuals on the earth
At least 7 billion needs and rights that might complicate their life.
*
Showing his independence might be more important for some people.
Feeling responsible for others may be more important for other people.
*
To be honest with you, i never felt free,
Because I didn’t know what it is.
After I realized what freedom is,
I saw how hard to recognize that you are free.
^
How hard to know that you are free to live.
How hard to know that you are free to speak.
How hard to know that you are free to love and trust.
How hard to know that you are free to be loved and trusted.
^
That what you have in your everyday life, is your freedom.
This is not just everyday schedule, that’s your freedom.
How blind are we to not see how free we are.
How ugly is it to not see how beautiful freedom is.
^
Freedom is beautiful, but hard to see.
Freedom is beautiful, but hard to feel.
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Everyday You
Everyday you make my sun smile
In warm and tender feelings
At night dreams of you brighten as
the milky moon
All i can think about is when i will
see you soon
You the reason why my heart sails in
passionate flames
Why my heart beats with such delightful
claims
Everyday your image eclipses my heart
Everyday your embers are warmth in my soul
Everyday you paint my within
with feelings strong
Everyday with you is a sweet song
And under the romantic sun we do belong
Everyday thoughts of you erupt
through my crater and lava fills my skies
Everyday thoughts of you deep within
gentle arise
poem by Wes Mbanje

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Everyday I Have To Cry
(arthur alexander)
Everyday I have to cry some
Everyday I have to cry some
Dry the water from my eyes some
Everyday I have to cry
There was a little boy I had planned to marry
This was my love I didnt want to share it
I thought that love would make my life bright and sunny
He said he couldnt love me cause he didnt have no money
So, everyday I have to cry some
Everyday I have to cry some
Dry the water from my eyes some
Everyday I have to cry
I got me a boy
I guess I really loved him
Every night now I was thinking of him
But you cant mix love with money
cause if you do its gonna hurt somebody
So, everyday I have to cry some
Everyday I have to cry some
Dry the water from my eyes some
Everyday I have to cry
Although I know that hes just a poor boy
Is it wrong to love cause hes not a rich boy?
Every time you mix love with money
Every time you hurt somebody
So, everyday I have to cry some
Everyday I have to cry some
Dry the water from my eyes some
Everyday I have to cry
Everyday I have to cry
Everyday I have to cry
Oh, oh
song performed by by Dusty Springfield

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Everydays The Same
It doesnt seem so long ago
That I was sitting at the edge of the desk
And now Im looking back with a smile
As I turn my back to success
And I laugh and I cry and ask myself why
Everyday they do the same
And I stop and I think for a minute each week
Do they always catch the train
Everyday, everyday, everyday seems to end this way
{ }
Everyday, everyday, everyday seems to end this way
{everday just seems the same}
It seems like only yesterday
That I was sitting at the edge of the desk
And now Im looking back with a smile
As I turn my back to success
And I laugh and I cry and ask myself why
Everyday they do the same
And I stop and I think for a minute each week
Do they always catch the train
Everyday, everyday, everyday seems to end this way
{ }
Everyday, everyday, everyday seems to end this way
{everday just seems the same}
Everyday, everyday, everyday seems to end this way
{ }
Everyday, everyday, everyday seems to end this way
{everday just seems the same}
Everyday, everyday, everyday seems to end this way
{ }
Everyday, everyday, everyday seems to end this way
{everday just seems the same}
song performed by by Housemartins

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Night is death
Every day there is night
To unburden your works.
Every day there is sleep
To loosen your stress.
Everyday there is dark
To forget your shames.
Everyday there is dawn
To rekindle your fire.
16.02.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

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Lisboa (1983)
Lisbon
How life runs quickly by
The painted flowers fade on the walls
Of Avenido de Liberdade
The flowers of revolution that were sown in blood
Of Africa seized by your ancient rulers
And leased to your moneyed class
Subleased to your southern farmers
Lisbon
Burst into bloom after the fallow of centuries
Freedom to sing in the streets, to withhold labour
But life still does not cease to worsen
For your Africans and poor
At work on every street without machine tools
Laying and repairing each small stone
Lisbon
You welcomed the crowds at Restadores
Massing to support the young officers
And to paint the stone where martyrs fell
Today there is no scarcity of politics
But the same men control, the same women keep clean
The sheets, the workers far from home
Sweep clean the streets of worn election posters
In Lisboa to learn Portuguese
I keep a red carnation fresh in water
In the window of my boarding room
The rain falls gently on the traffic below
The flowers that the singers hold are new
Those in the hands of practiced leaders
Are petals that discolour one by one.
poem by Frank Bana

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Everyday Now
I just woke up and I can see it now
Its never been this close before
Tried to tell myself I didnt care
Crying out why am I here
Theres no point in me hiding
And only now I can see
Everyday now
Everyday now
The blames gonna fall on me
Something deep inside said move away
Try to leave whats good behind
And I still ask myself
Why I let it go
All these years were wasted time
Theres no point in me hiding
And only now I can see
Everyday now
Everyday now
The blames gonna fall on me
Everyday now
Everyday now
The blames gonna fall on me
Cause I never told you
That I could never live without it
Now the blames on me
Everyday now
Everyday now
The blames gonna fall on me
Everyday now
Everyday now
The blames gonna fall on me
Everyday now
Everyday now
The blames gonna fall on me
song performed by by Texas

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