The Intruders Were Killed
The worries of the day fatigued me,
And I lay still to rest for a while,
The gust of drowsiness wreathed
My cumbersome existence, then the vision
Around me became unambiguous.
I saw several uniformed men of defense,
Weaponed with the latest smart weapons,
Ran they around in helter-skelter,
In search of some reported intruders.
At last they went behind the bushes,
Instantly I heard a volley after a volley
Of bullets being fired at the trespassers;
Then the battle ended and silence prevailed.
I timidly went at the spot of occurrence,
Ah! I beheld a heap of cuckoos and doves,
Some motionless, some breathing heavily
On the verge life and threshold of death.
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Helter Skelter
When I get to the bottom
I go back to the top of the side
Wher I stop and I go for a ride
til I get to the bottom
Where I see you again
Do you, dont you
Want me to love you
Im comin down fast
But Im miles above you
Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer
You may be a lover
But you aint no dancer
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Will you, wont you
Want me to make you
Im coming down fast
But dont let me break you
Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer
You may be a lover
But you aint no dancer helter skelter
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Shes comin down fast
Yes she is, yes she is
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Helter Skelter
this is a song charles manson stole from the beatles.
Were stealing it back.
When you get to the bottom
You go back to the top of the slide
And you stop and you turn
And you go for a ride
Till you get to the bottom
Then you see me again
Do you, dont you want me to love you?
Im coming down fast, but Im miles above you
Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you aint no dancer
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Do you, dont you want me to make you?
Coming down fast I dont want me to break you
Tell me , tell me, tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you aint no dancer
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
When you get to the bottom
You go back to the top of the slide
Where you stop and you turn
And you go for a ride
Till you get to the bottom
And I see you again
Do you, dont you want me to love you ?
Coming down fast Im right above you
Tell me , tell me, tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you aint no dancer
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
Helter skelter
song performed by by U2
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Helter Skelter
When i get to the bottom i go back to the top of the slide
Where i stop and i turn and i go for a ride
Till i get to the bottom and i see you again.
Do you, don't you want me to love you
I'm coming down fast but i'm miles above you
Tell me tell me tell me come on tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer.
Helter skelter helter skelter
Helter skelter.
Will you, won't you want me to make you
I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer.
Look out helter skelter helter skelter
Helter skelter
Look out, cause here she comes.
When i get to the bottom i go back to the top of the slide
And i stop and i turn and i go for a ride
And i get to the bottom and i see you again
Well do you, don't you want me to make you
I'm coming down fast but don't let me break you
Tell me tell me tell me the answer
You may be a lover but you ain't no dancer.
Look out helter skelter helter skelter
Helter skelter
Look out helter skelter
She's coming down fast
Yes she is
Yes she is.
song performed by by Beatles
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The Settling Fog
“Save, save, save me from the brutal hands, ”
The cries emerged early in the foggy morn,
In the month of December in frosty cold.
Then a volley of bullets was fired,
The cries instantly became silent;
The neighboring windows, the doors opened,
They seemed like black holes in the thick fog;
The lookers’ images appeared like phantoms,
Then smelling stinking smell of the foul game,
They shut tight the windows, the doors,
No one came to rescue the victimized being,
For the fog was settling before the sun rose.
poem by Shahida Latif
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The Hogarth Experiment Part 3
Police Constable Broadworth
was sent from the station
to go to see if he could locate Joe Harper
after a frantic phone call from his surgery.
It would seem as if he had missed
several of his appointments,
which was not like Joe at all.
He cycled down the same lane
where Joe Harper’s car was parked.
He could hear his car still running.
The scene that greeted him
was not he had expected.
The car was in the lane,
but Joe Harper was no where about.
Broadworth shouted out his name,
but got no reply.
Broadworth dismounted from his bike.
He felt it strange that Jo Harper
would have left his car running.
Broadworth searched the area
after turning off the engine of the car.
Joe Harper was nowhere to be found.
It was as if he had vanished into thin air.
He put his bike in the back of the car,
then drove it to the nearest farm
and telephoned the station
to inform them what he had found.
Even though the war was over
the battery near the town
was still occupied by three men.
It was about a half a mile from the hamlet.
The three privates there
were brewing themselves a cup of tea.
A humming sound unlike anything
they had ever heard grew louder.
They stood up and grabbed their rifles.
They gazed around,
but nothing could they see.
Suddenly shadows passed over them.
Each felt a chill run down their spine.
They loaded theirs rifles and fired
as the shadows came overhead again.
They reloaded and fired a second volley.
The humming sound got louder
as if it was amplified a thousand times.
After they fired each volley
one of the soldiers fell.
There seemed no defence
from these shadows from the sky.
To be continued…
poem by David Harris
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Breakin' All The Rules
YOUR COMIN' HOME - THERE'S BLOOD ON THE WALLS AND CHARLIE
AND THE FAMILY MADE HOUSE CALLS. IF YOU'RE ALONE THEN WATCH
WHAT YOU DO 'COS CHARLIE AND THE FAMILY MIGHT GET YOU.
*BRIDGECHORUS
CAN YOU HEAR THEM IN THE DARKNESS, HELTER SKELTER - SPIRAL
MADNESS, YEAH, BLOODBATH IN PARADISE, BUT THERE'S NO WHERE
YOU CAN RUN TO BABY, BLOODBATH IN PARADISE - FOREVER SLEEP IN
PARADISE.
CALIFORNIA SUN - BUT YOU'RE STILL IN BED AND THE CALIFORNIA RAIN
IS TURNING RED. NO SIGN OF LIFE OR THE KEEPERS OF DOOM IN
CHARLIE AND THE KEEPER'S SCARLET ROOM.
CAN YOU HEAR THEM IN THE DARKNESS, HELTER SKELTER - SPIRAL
MADNESS, YAH, BLOODBATH IN PARADISE, BUT THERE'S NO WHERE
YOU CAN RUN TO BABY, BLOODBATH IN PARADISE - FOREVER SLEEP IN
PARADISE.
THEY'LL SUMMON YOU, TO WAKE FROM THE DEAD AS YOU LIE
BLEEDING, MURDERED IN YOUR BED. THE SWEETEST DREAMS ARE ALL
IN YOUR MIND BUT NO ONE WAKES WHEN CHARLIE CREEPS BEHIND,
YEAH.
EXECUTION HALTS YOUR BREATH, HELTER SKELTER SPIRAL DEATH,
BLOODBATH IN PARADISE, BUT THERE'S NO WHERE YOU BREAK OUT BABY,
BLOODBATH IN PARADISE - FOREVER SLEEP IN PARADISE.
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Bloodbath In Paradise
Your comin' home
There's blood on the walls
When Charlie and the family made house calls
If you're alone
Then watch what you do
'Cause Charlie and the family might get you, yeah!
Can you hear them
In the darkness
Helter Skelter
Spiral madness, yeahh
Chorus:
Bloodbath in paradise
But there's nowhere you can run to baby
Bloodbath in paradise
Forever sleep in paradise
California sun
But you're still in bed
And the California rain is turning red
No sign of life
Or the keepers of doom
In Charlie and the keeper's scarlet room, yeah
Can you hear them
In the darkness
Helter Skelter
Spiral madness, yeahh
Chorus:
Bloodbath in paradise
But there's nowhere you can run to baby
Bloodbath in paradise
Forever sleep in paradise
Solo
They'll summon you
To wake from the dead
As you lie bleeding, murdered in your bed
The sweetest dreams
Are all in you mind
But no one wakes when Charlie creeps behind, yeah
Execution
Halts your breath
Helter Skelter
Spiral death, yeahh
Chorus:
Bloodbath in paradise
But there's no where you can break out baby
Bloodbath in paradise
Forever sleep in paradise
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Small miseries, like small debts, hit us in so many places, and meet us at so many turns and corners, that what they want in weight, they make up in number, and render it less hazardous to stand the fire of one cannon ball, than a volley composed of such a shower of bullets.
quote by Rudyard Kipling
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Tale Of A Man
Its been forty days and nights
Since I heard you
Girl, I cannot bring myself
To ask you why
Its a fact that your not here
I aint accusing you
I only seek the simple answer from the sky
Chorus
See the circle spinnin round
Changing colors without a sound
Helter, skelter, doomsday plan
Its just another tale of a man
Lay me down, lay me down
In your heaven
I can really see
Everything quite clear
I can almost reach your hand
Enough to touch you
Girl, Ill have you safe and sound within a year
Chorus
See the circle spinnin round
Changing colors without a sound
Helter, skelter, doomsday plan
Its just another tale of a man
Solo
Its been forty days and nights
Since I heard you
Girl, I cannot bring myself
To ask you why
Its a fact that your not here
I aint accusing you
I only seek the simple
Answer from the sky
Chorus
See the circle spinnin round
Changing colors without a sound
Helter, skelter, doomsday plan
Its just another tale of a man
song performed by by Toto
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The Final Shot Is Fired
The moonlight danced across the waters
where the breeze made ripples there.
Nothing stirred the stillness
except the lonely hoot of an owl.
It was as if the place
had desolation in the air,
but all that was deceptive
as the earth trembles
of men marching somewhere.
As the night grew longer,
the marching stirred the silence
that had been there before.
Soon voices barking orders
had ears erect.
Slowly the resting animals
now began to flee.
Somehow they could sense
two predators were about to start a war.
Rifles were cocked and ready,
their muzzles extended from each bush.
They would not open fire
until their prey was near.
The volley of shots sent scores of birds
to flight into the early morning light.
Shots rang out from both sides,
each thinking they were winning
for the cause they were fighting for.
Neither realised
the war would never be over
so long as both sides carried a gun.
That could be a picture from any battlefield,
it’s only when they give up their weapons
and sit around a table and talk to one another
will wars ever end.
Until that day comes along
the death toll will rise
always at an alarming rate.
The ghosts of thousands
still roam across every battlefield,
never ever resting
until the final shot is fired.
8 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Giant Thunder
Giant Thunder, striking hard
I wonder if anyone's heard
Its not raining hard
But this Thunder is roaring louder
Women, children runing
Helter skelter
Not done yet? This roaring Thunder is shouting even louder
I fright at the sight
I want to join the women
Children running
Even the trees and wind have
Joined in this chaos
Women, children, men, even
Wind, trees running helter skelter
The Thunder never stops striking
And the Cloud, never stops crying.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Britains Storm
O! Britain is battered
With windy rainy tatters
The Storm has arrived
Its morning and just after five
O! Dear, Helter- skelter, Helter-Skelter
Here and there, they run for shelter
From a series of windy belters
Walking backwards is not healthier
With winds of 80 miles per hour
Florists hide displays of flowers
Homes and caravans are evacuated
And peoples moods are de-motivated
O! Britain is battered
With windy rainy tatters
The Storm has arrived
Its morning and just after five
Britain’s beautiful underlying coasts
Having nothing to boast about or toast
Britain is worried about its working day
But the weather itself has the last say
And the sounds of the windy damage
Is heard as it blows away all garbage
O! Giddy Giddy, Brace yourselves
O! Giddy Giddy, This is life itself
The Storm has arrived
It’s just after five and it’s amply alive!
Copyright 2008 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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On The Threshold Of 2010
Days blend into weeks, and weeks into months,
Months make years, and years compose centuries.
I stand on the verge of 2009: the threshold of 2010,
With my kids overshadowed by apprehensions.
Here at the entrance of the valley of 2010,
I vividly see fog of smoke hovering over the hills,
Forces of the kings running in helter-skelter,
Using the most fatal weapons to snatch
The reserves of oil and the treasures of soil.
The same ancient law of forest is in vogue again
With full fervour, with fresh teeth, new-fangled hunger.
An amphitheatre of human bodies stretched
On the slopes and each rock is coloured red.
I smell the reeking stench of burning blood,
And shades being murdered of thousand of trees,
I fear passing through the valley of horrible events,
Where I shall have to go on leaving behind
At each step injured or murdered fellow beings.
Here I stand forlorn and I can not respond the question
Of my kids overshadowed by apprehensions,
“Criminals, defaulters are the elder but the recipient
Of unjust punishment will be the younger,
Or those who will step into the world in 2010.”
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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What is the only provocation that could bring about the use of nuclear weapons? Nuclear weapons. What is the priority target for nuclear weapons? Nuclear weapons. What is the only established defense against nuclear weapons? Nuclear weapons. How do we prevent the use of nuclear weapons? By threatening the use of nuclear weapons. And we can't get rid of nuclear weapons, because of nuclear weapons. The intransigence, it seems, is a function of the weapons themselves.
quote by Martin Amis
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The last hope
Equality brutalized insanely,
Humanity is at the edge of disparity,
Unsung battle at the verge,
As if decoying mist in heed of clarity,
Comatose failures died insane,
Synchronizing colossal tears in smile,
Still a hope revives from death
deeming a lame to be agile.
Humanely existence bleeds treachery
Dissecting emotion in name of parity,
I am weary of this combat
Thy soul, free me from self inveracity.
A master slash harmony,
Skirmishing against irrational style,
Lost in aiding disgrace,
Yet practicing it to gain the pride
Tantalizing death annoying life,
Misunderstood phoenix as craven,
Yet standing tall with pride,
As if renewed hell into heaven
Who will revive the phoenix,
The battle of battle is on,
Death has quenched life,
The only beam is also gone.
poem by Diwakar Pokhriyal
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Soldier Grey
The young soldier boy stood rain soaked,
In a battle torn, well-worn grey coat.
The coat was drawn at the waist,
With big buckled belt in place.
His coat slashed opened by an enemy's sword,
The result of an attack by the enemy hord.
His boots worn from days of marching to the flute,
They were once a blue coats boot.
He had few treasures the soldier boy,
A small cracked photograph his greatest joy.
He looked at his mother and father with muffled sighs,
And remembered warm pies, and Virginia skies.
His soaked hat and long hair hid a battle worn fear,
As he searched for sight of blue his eye had a tear.
And his thoughts switched from this time of war,
To his hometown girl and farming chores.
Instantly soldier grey was shaken from his thoughts,
Canon blasted taking life, brave young men distort.
Maiming and claiming limbs cutting men down,
Then comes a silence from across the ground.
Minutes passed then came a blue uniformed wall,
First the volley shot and the smoky pall.
Now a bayonet drove out of the smoky mist,
Driven to his shoulder and agonies twist.
Now wounded the soldier grey is down,
On a slush of blood and muddy ground.
He would see years spent in the enemy's jail,
Battles all in his past, no more of deaths wail.
At wars end and grey soldier broken released,
And his thought turn home yet his battle not ceased.
In the north he is still the enemy of old,
Staying out towns walking through snow so cold.
As southern accents as more frequent sound,
His foreboding slowly unwound.
Pats of appreciation on his shoulder,
Little by little he walked a little bolder.
Welcoming rebel yells as he entered home hamlet,
Kisses from mother, sister and sweetest Juliet.
For years he carried the scaring years of war dream,
Marry and farm only half the man that may have been.
But is his now down is the plough and the sword,
They say he has gone home to be with his Lord.
He lived his life considering the futility of war,
Peace his dream and he has it now evermore.
R. K. Hart 30/10/2012
Two Armies
They stand to the left and to the right:
Two armies locked in an endless fight,
With banners of blue and those of red,
On the ground between, bloodied truth lies dead.
The smoke of battle - the fog of war;
No quarter given where might is law;
Attack! the order - a volley flies;
The air is rent with the scream of lies.
poem by Dennis N. O'Brien
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Helter Skelter
Running here
Running there
Helter Skelter
everywhere
Busy people
with no time
Lacking reason
to their rhyme
Someday soon
death arrives
So much lost
little survives
poem by Jerry Hoffman
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Helter Skelter
(1)
When I get to the bottom
I go back to the top of the slide
I get to the top
And I go for a ride
I get to the bottom
And I do it again
Well, I do it again
(2)
Do you or dont you
Want me to love you
Im comin down fast
But Im miles above you
Well tell me, come on man
Tell me the answer
You may be a lover
But you aint no dancer
(chorus)
Helter skelter (repeat)
Do you or dont you
Want me to make you
Im comin down fast
But dont let me break you
(pre-chorus)
Oh tell me, come on man
Tell me the answer
You may be a lover
But you aint no dancer
No
(chorus)
Oh yeah, come on
Turn on the power
(1)(2)(pre-chorus)(chorus)
Now Im comin down on you
Its helter skelter
song performed by by Motley Crue
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A Song of the Lost Generations
A swarm of the birds came down,
Passed by caressing water.
O age!
O age of the caravans!
In search of what you passed over
The waters of centuries,
The arriving and departing springs
Came and went off what for,
And what for the evening
Through spaces passed away
Sinking in blood; and we passed away
From our lives what for.
In persuasion of what the dew drops,
Settled on the trees,
After the leaves had fallen apart.
The dew fell upon the desert,
By and by but dissipated in an instant.
The life of stars,
The whole life of all objects,
Sank down into the tears.
A gust of breeze passed away,
But grappling,
Who knows where has gone the wind.
The volley of arrows,
Went through swishing, quivering,
From the bow, who knows whom for.
Which were the desires that broke us into pieces,
And who should tell whom,
Now who rests where.
O falling shower, Soaring birds!
O breaking stars!
O my search exhausted friends!
Where do you dwell call us aloud?
We are nameless astray boats,
In the bankless blue ocean.
O! The wind of shores take us along,
We are the diminishing marks
Of curiosity from the snow clad valleys.
O! Life take us along,
In the darkness of forests,
We are rustling sounds of the steps
Halting on the dried leaves.
O! Guiding light take us along,
We are hotness of the journey,
We are dust of the route,
We are the age but too precise,
We are alive for an instant…
O! Wind take us along.
Where have gone You God?
Take us along! Take us along!
Written by:
Dr. Swarwar Kamran
Translated by:
Muhammad Shaanzar
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