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Guards! Seize Him!

Guards cease to wander where the hounds stay,
Yonder is peace for the entering marvels that may.
Guards cause innocence to object on evil,
Then seize that man or woman or child who is able!

Inside the door, inside the prison and cells,
Lies a more hopeful gate of magic and bells.
Beyond the common goal is another objective
That worries murder spraying blood - addictive.

Please lay off guards, for the murder to be done,
Munching morsels shunning us, and now abandon!

poem by Naveed Akram
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There Are Black

There are black guards slamming cell gates
on black men,
And brown guards saying hello to brown men
with numbers on their backs,
And white guards laughing with white cons,
and red guards, few, say nothing
to red inmates as they walk by to chow and cells.

There you have it, the little antpile . . .
convicts marching in straight lines, guards flying
on badged wings, permits to sting, to glut themselves
at the cost of secluding themselves from their people . .
Turning off their minds like watertaps
wrapped in gunnysacks that insulate the pipes
carrying the pale weak water to their hearts.

It gets bad when you see these same guards
carrying buckets of blood out of cells,
see them puking at the smell, the people,
their own people slashing their wrists,
hanging themselves with belts from light outlets;
it gets bad to see them clean up the mess,
carry the blue cold body out under sheets,
and then retake their places in guard cages,
watching their people maul and mangle themselves,

And over this blood-rutted land,
the sun shines, the guards talk of horses and guns,
go to the store and buy new boots,
and the longer they work here the more powerful they become,
taking on the presence of some ancient mummy,
down in the dungeons of prison, a mummy
that will not listen, but has a strange power
in this dark world, to be so utterly disgusting in ignorance,
and yet so proudly command so many men. . . .

And the convicts themselves, at the mummy’s
feet, blood-splattered leather, at this one’s feet,
they become cobras sucking life out of their brothers,
they fight for rings and money and drugs,
in this pit of pain their teeth bare fangs,
to fight for what morsels they can. . . .

And the other convicts, guilty
of nothing but their born color, guilty of being innocent,
they slowly turn to dust in the nightly winds here,
flying in the wind back to their farms and cities.
From the gash in their hearts, sand flies up spraying
over houses and through trees,

look at the sand blow over this deserted place,
you are looking at them.

poem by Jimmy Santiago Baca
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Knife

Slit and
Slither knife
Penetrate in phallic push
To perforate the pulse of tissues in the flesh
Slice a vein to drain the unsuspecting victim
E’er they bleed and plea
Their scream
Of death

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Premeditation

Oh blade you'll warm tonight!
Awash in crimson-purple flows,
Your sheen will dull with aching flesh:
Palpating anatomic mounds
Caressing, dancing, writhing round
Your metal form-
Whetted ‘gainst a lonely bone,
Then to probe the pounding, begging heart.

And all the while the prey will howl
Before they crumple; greet the mud-
A taut and unbelieving jowl
Will open out for giving blood-
A vent from down below,
Once a brutal show
Of metal in the man.

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A good bookshop is just a genteel Black Hole that knows how to read.

Terry Pratchett in Guards! Guards!
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He who guards his lips, guards his life.

African proverbs
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No one can persuade another to change. Each of us guards a gate of change that can only be opened from the inside. We cannot open the gate of another, either by argument or emotional appeal.

quote by Marilyn Ferguson
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If anyone has it rough at Guantanamo, it is the guards. They are constantly harassed and threatened by some of these terrorists. Prisoners tell guards, we know where your families are. We know where your wife is, your children, and we are going to kill them.

quote by Robin Hayes
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Man guards himself

Man guards himself from animals.
Man made animals his servants.
Man guards himself from other men
By division of race, region and religion.
02.01.2010

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Why There's Three Chairs

The first question
You're asked
When you arrive is

What do you declare
It's not like customs
About what you are carrying

The guards have other ways
For checking for that
Without asking

The guards want to know
For your protection
And theirs

What race do you declare
What are your gang affiliations
Do you need protective custody

Your race decides a lot for you
Decides who they'll house you with
Determines when

You'll be locked down
Allowed on the Yard
If you need an escort

It all depends
On your answer
To that first question

Yes they'll get around
To asking you if you want to harm yourself
Or others

What meds you're on
Do you hear voices
But above all race matters

For your protection
To minimize the potential
Of fights in a two man cell

The guards try
To match you up
The best they can

With someone you can tolerate
Locked in a five by nine-foot cell
Twenty-two hours a day

Outside the cells
By the guards' station
You can see the three chairs

Behind each chair
Bolted to the wall
Is a locked metal box

They all contain identical
Hair-cutting supplies
Seperate but equal

The first box is painted black
The second box red
The third white

The contents and the corresponding
Barber chairs are for Blacks
Hispanics/Others and Whites

And only for Black
Hispanic/Other and White
Barbers

Make no mistakes
The inmates enforce the rules
The unwritten rules

poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Inside A Cage

he is inside a cage
and he does not really want to be inside the cage forever

the cage however is different
it is not locked and no one guards it

he is free to go out and get in anytime
this cage of his choice

he wants to get out of this cage for good
he just can't

he loves to be caged somehow
despite the protest of his reason

he goes out to free himself but only after a while
he gets inside the cage again

in fact he is more inside it and locking himself in it even
he loves what this cage can provide him

his sense of privacy his taste for an enclosure
his genes his sense of wanting to be alone

his beloved prison where he keeps his sins
it is where his ecstasies are hatched and grown

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Then, all of a sudden, here I am in the Press Room in the White House and walking in with the guards, who handed me three little pieces of paper asking me to send pictures to the guards at the White House.

quote by Majel Barrett
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The Spirit Is Willing

The Holy Spirit inside is willing, through The Lord’s Holy filling,
But our flesh can be weak, even when we’re humble and meek.
When fleshly desires are strong, inner thoughts may be wrong,
Which leads many hearts to stray, from The Lord’s narrow way.

It is that quiet inner voice, that guards my thoughts and choice,
This, as I am confronted with, those daily choices on how I live,
In a world that opposes light, that preaches wrong is really right,
Thinking that’s so contrary to, the Spirit Christ gave me and you.

Although the Spirit lives within, a choice is made by us not Him,
And I can reject His gentle plea, thinking not of Christ, only me.
With a gentleness from within, He warns hearts to flee from sin,
Guiding us through The Light, back to the way we know is right.

So that spiritual battle inside, a believer’s heart can’t be denied,
As sin crouches at every door, to hinder our walk with The Lord.
Even as believers go astray, God’s Spirit to our hearts will say,
This is not the way to go, from that Truth we’ve come to know.

But as the battle stirs deep inside, The Spirit continues to abide,
As the battle rages, and it will, we need to remain quiet and still.
For He inside me’s greater than, the evil cunning of wicked men,
And only He fills me with peace, that from God will never cease.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Psalm XXXII: Happy the Man

Happy the man to whom his God
No more imputes his sin,
But, washed in the Redeemer's blood,
Hath made his garments clean.

Happy beyond expression he
Who debts are thus discharged;
And from the guilty bondage free,
He feels his soul enlarged.

His spirit hates deceit and lies,
His words are all sincere;
He guards his heart, he guards his eyes,
To keep his conscience clear.

While I my inward guilt suppressed,
No quiet could I find;
Thy wrath lay burning in my breast,
And racked my tortured mind.

Then I confessed my troubled thoughts,
My secret sins revealed;
Thy pard'ning grace forgave my faults,
Thy grace my pardon sealed.

This shall invite thy saints to pray;
When like a raging flood
Temptations rise, our strength and stay
Is a forgiving God.

poem by Isaac Watts
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Evil Child

Born crying
Abnormized
I was schooled by the devils child
I did things you only dream of
I was wild inside
And he said I was evil
Cause I am just an evil child
Through the rain and sunshine
They kept on calling me an
Evil child
Cause I am just an evil child
Miranda, belinda for I found that they were all the same
They come in hell fire and
She burned like a flame inside
And I called her my evil child
I loved her
She was magic pure magic
Through the moon and star shine
They keep on talking about us
They call us together
Evil child
Born evil
Die evil
Now I swing from a gallows pole
I did things I dream of
People said I was wild inside
They said I was evil
Evil child
Through the rain and sunshine
They keep on talking about me
They call me an evil child
Through the moon and sunshine
They keep on talking about me
They call me an evil child

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Seize Him

Guards seize a practical man and subdue him!

poem by Naveed Akram
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Anti-abortion Song

Isn’t there a baby inside you,
You teenager?
Isn’t it alive within you,
You teen mother?

How come you did not know it,
For this long time?
Oh, without sex, can you turn
A teen mother?
*
There is a living baby
Inside your womb;
Don’t murder to stay happy,
And build its tomb!

Abortion’s murder most foul,
You teenager;
Don’t do a thing to put it
Into danger!
*
A baby’s inside because
You were careless;
It is a child of God too,
Don’t be ruthless.

If mom aborted you, then
Would you be here?
Allow the child to be born:
Don’t you now err!
*
Don’t you abort the cute babe,
Hear its sweet voice;
It pleads to God; be ‘pro-life’
And you rejoice.

There is a life within you,
Apart from yours;
It is your boy or girl own:
Don’t be ‘pro-choice! ’

poem by John Celes
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Evil Inside Of Me

Do you see the evil in me?
It shines through me illuminating, and spraying.
People pass me and automatically start praying.
I am not playing with what I am saying.

I believe in me, so that
means I believe in the evil inside of me.
It talks to me, and through me.
The people who know me,
don’t know what has taken a hold of me.

It’s sees for me, and controls me.
This darkness knows me, it owns me.
It shows me the way, tells me what to say.
Evil believes in me, and I believe in evil.
It whispers to me, honors me, and is ever so loyal to me.
This evil that lies inside of me.
It knows me.
This evil is me

poem by Mindless minds
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Magic Devine

Good as heart
Evil as death
Dangerous to see
Boiling power inside the soul
Shimmering light to see
Wands for the making
Words for the saying
Drawings for show
Crystals at use
Water to kill
Wax dolls on a paper hill
Destruction at your fingertips
Evil divine
Colorful power
That’s as blinding as the sun to the unprotected eye
Hallucinations that’ll make you mad
Used for guards or weapons
When you’re angry or mad
Filled with energy
See in the fire
Created light to see
Great balls of power rumble inside you
Thread is very useful

poem by Bob Bobby
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Dire Wolf

In the timbers to fennario, the wolves are running round,
The winter was so hard and cold, froze ten feet neath the ground.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
I sat down to my supper, twas a bottle of red whisky,
I said my prayers and went to bed, thats the last they saw of me.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
When I awoke, the dire wolf, six hundred pounds of sin,
Was grinning at my window, all I said was come on in.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
The wolf came in, I got my cards, we sat down for a game.
I cut my deck to the queen of spades, but the cards were all the same.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
In the backwash of fennario, the black and bloody mire,
The dire wolf collects his dues, while the boys sing round the fire.
Dont murder me, I beg of you, dont murder me. please, dont murder me.
No, no, no dont murder me. I beg of you,
Dont murder me. please, dont murder me.

song performed by by Grateful Dead
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If people really want to go, and really try all their lives, I think they will get in; for I don't believe there are any locks on that door, or any guards at the gate. I always imagine it is as it is in the picture, where the shining ones stretch out their hands to welcome poor Christian as he comes up from the river.

Louisa May Alcott in Little Women
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