Litres Of Blood
My litre of blood is ruined,
Inside a fancy is a shame,
And hailing shall obliterate
The many manners I have obtained.
Permanent help is nested
In trees of goodwill, expressions
Stagnate and sensible acts
Are commonly called.
My litres of fluid are reckoning
That health is an obstacle,
One fetches a disorder
Of the one you heard and hated.
Then do not bleed like the wounded,
For they land themselves in trouble.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Hidden
From all I've done and all I've said
let them not seek to find who I've been.
An obstacle stood and transformed
my acts and way of my life.
An obstacle stood and stopped me
many a time as I was going to speak.
My most unobserved acts,
and my writitings the most covered --
thence only they will feel me.
But mayhaps it is not worth to spend
this much care and this much effort to know me.
For -- in the more perfect society --
someone else like me created
will certainly appear and freely act.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Shame
We all feel shame
More than once
In our lives
We react without a thought
And bury our heads
In shame and strife
I hated myself
Shame on me
I hated my life
Shame on me
I was to ashamed
Back then
To be just
Plain old me
poem by Kaila George
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The Reckoning
(Chorus)
Destiny spawned us, it's the reckoning
This time it's our blood, don't tread on me
Revenge is not justice, it's the reckoning
This time it's our blood, yeah don't tread on me
You went too far this time, for this heinous crime
You will know defeat, begging on your knees
One by one you'll fall, your back against the wall
Nowhere to turn, your sure to burn
(Chorus)
Destiny spawned us, it's the reckoning
This time it's our blood, don't tread on me
The hours close at hand, I'll make my final stand
Justice shall be done, nowhere to run
True evil grows in you, you're just a brainwashed fool
The coward close that hides, spewing forth his lies
(Chorus)
Revenge is not justice, it's the reckoning
This time it's our blood, yeah don't tread on me
Born of destruction, bred in agony
Is this my salvation?
From these ashes of your devastation
If it was up to me, eye for an eye I say
With a hammer we will take, Lady Justice is asleep
The Judgement has been made, in blood it shall be paid
Death knows what to do, the horseman comes for you.
(Chorus)
Destiny spawned us, it's the reckoning
This time it's our blood, don't tread on me
Revenge is not justice, it's the reckoning
This time it's our blood, yeah don't tread on me
song performed by by Iced Earth
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No Matter What One Achieves
Feelings of being used and damaged,
Never cease.
Successes obtained with a notoriety,
Do not quiet emotions inside...
Of one who has been wounded,
Unnecessarily.
No matter what one achieves.
Physical or mental therapy,
To release those feelings deep.
Are suffered through broken relationships,
One experiencing this battle lived...
Can not seem to have one to keep.
One wishes to have a close bond felt real,
But those memories of abuses...
Haunt and do not leave.
Feelings of being used and damaged,
Never cease.
Successes obtained with a notoriety,
Do not quiet emotions inside...
Of one who has been wounded,
Unnecessarily.
No matter what one achieves.
And the ones that suffer the most are those,
Are the ones loving someone like this...
Who fight their demons,
They can not keep distanced.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Bleed For Love
We bleed
As we close our eyes
This is our life
We live to die
We bleed
Sugar coated lullabies
Swim in sin
Drown in lies
We bleed
Kiss the sky
And gut America
Watch it bleed
We bleed
The musty smell of corporate
America the cancer causing
Air freshener companies
We bleed
Oil for blood
Blood for oil
9 11 all over again
We bleed
We cry
We live
We die
poem by Alisha Gonzales
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Look Behind
Look behind and repent
As this chance is heavenly sent
Even dirt can be washed
But this past mistakes always flash
It may not allow you to rest
It can be called crucial test
See to it that mind is relieved from such troubles
Before life is finished like bubbles
Some of the things harass
It doesn’t give you easy pass
You repent whole heartedly
But they may trouble you repeatedly
Even thought some of the acts may be inadvertently
But those were done knowingly as well as hastily
You were not sore at the cruel repetition
As you thought it was race or competition
You may be blinded with excessive wealth
That might have been helped by very good health
You needed no body’s support for your acts
You were ignorant of reality or basic facts
Some of the lesser intensity issues bother less
They don’t trouble when really invade or surface
But treachery in dealing with friends trouble you a lot
As so much wrangle was created and unnecessarily fought
Same is dealing with parents and relatives
You were cruel and subjective
You had dealt as if they were enemy
The situation used to stand there always stormy
Now when you are helpless and in need
You can finally look back and read
Many of your colleagues might have been dead
But many of their plight voices can be heard
It is hard time to convince the soul
As it is now final departure call
You got to prepare with peace of mind
At least you show it as you are live and not blind
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I sincerely believe I could have wounded up in a lot of trouble if I had not been taught as a boy to fear Hell, and to believe that certain wicked acts could lead me to damnation.
quote by Robert Vaughn
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Double Trouble
They got a line on you,
Little bit of trouble too,
You got, some jets inside,
Cherry lips, and delirious eyes.
You get in trouble,
And it keeps you down,
Double trouble.
You get in trouble,
And you come to town,
Double trouble,
Oh yea
They better chain your hands,
And you, spread some evil,
Pick and pan.
Hey, you sure got,
Some jets inside,
But you got a little,
With those empty eyes
You get in trouble,
And it keeps you down,
Double trouble,
You get in trouble
And you come to town,
Double trouble,
Oh yea
Youve got (got),
Some jets inside,
Baby, broken promises,
Broken pride
You get in trouble
And it keeps you down,
Double trouble.
You get in trouble,
And you come to town,
Double trouble,
Oh yeah,
You got some trouble,
(double trouble)
And it keeps you down,
Double trouble,
You get in trouble,
And you come to town
Double trouble,
That double trouble,
Oh yeah.
song performed by by Cars
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Power is of two kinds. One is obtained by the fear of punishment and the other by acts of love. Power based on love is a thousand times more effective and permanent then the one derived from fear of punishment.
quote by Mohandas Gandhi
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The Rat
Damn that rat!
I could hear it
scuffling about
in the closet.
He'd been there
some time
and I'd heard
footsteps.
Then there were
the phone calls,
from a female
called, Ratessa
Ratessa - called
every day, wanting
to speak to my rat.
No excuses.
Mostly I'm bad
at spotting clues
but this was
see through.
What to do?
I called environmental health.
The rat catcher
came quickly.
He was a big, burly bloke
with dark eyebrows,
tattoos and a
six pack.
‘It's alright love',
he shouted.
‘I'll get your rat,
you leave this to me.'
I led him in,
straight through to the back.
He stood, aghast,
when he saw my rat
‘I know you' he snapped
‘I've seen you
at our back door
with my Mrs.
My two kids,
are the spit of you!
Then he dragged
my rat outside.
I heard a squeak
and then a crack
and then
a blood curdling splat
I peeped outside, no rat,
just a couple of teeth
and blood stains
on the mat.
I poured myself a drink,
discarded wedding rings,
and put on a
cocktail dress, black,
in mourning,
for my late husband - the rat
that had finally -
been caught.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Entelechies
I hated that you hated me and did not hate you back.
I felt a hurt that crushed me deep...
And I did not fight that back.
My feelings aren't scientific...
Nor do I depend on analogies.
A stirring inside my brain connects.
And with my mind I have redefined how I see myself.
Sending entelechies to each cell,
No one suspects or can inspect...
Since this is done for effect.
I hated that you hated me and did not hate you back.
But something deep inside of me,
Is inside you paying you back!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trouble In Mind
by Bob Dylan
I got to know, Lord, when to pull back on the reins,
Death can be the result of the most underrated pain.
Satan whispers to ya, "Well, I don't want to bore ya,
But when ya get tired of the Miss So-and-so I got another woman for ya."
Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind,
Lord, take away this trouble in mind.
When the deeds that you do don't add up to zero,
It's what's inside that counts, ask any war hero.
You think you can hide but you're never alone,
Ask Lot what he thought when his wife turned to stone.
Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind,
Lord, take away this trouble in mind.
Here comes Satan, prince of the power of the air,
He's gonna make you a law unto yourself, gonna build a bird's nest in your hair.
He's gonna deaden your conscience 'til you worship the work of your own hands,
You'll be serving strangers in a strange, forsaken land.
Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind,
Lord, take away this trouble in mind.
Well, your true love has caught you where you don't belong,
You say, "Baby, everybody's doing it so I guess it can't be wrong."
The truth is far from you, so you know you got to lie,
Then you're all the time defending what you can never justify.
Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind,
Lord, take away this trouble in mind.
So many of my brothers, they still want to be the boss,
They can't relate to the Lord's kingdom, they can't relate to the cross.
They self-inflict punishment on their own broken lives,
Put their faith in their possessions, in their jobs or their wives.
Trouble in mind, Lord, trouble in mind,
Lord, take away this trouble in mind.
When my life is over, it'll be like a puff of smoke,
How long must I suffer, Lord, how long must I be provoked?
Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed,
Lord keep my blind side covered and see that I don't bleed.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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All Bleed Red
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A moral certainty
A vast controvacy
Debate the hate or recreate
A time that never should have been
Infallability
Is no necessity
Release the peace
& understand just what that means
Divided we fall
Not one but one all
When all's done
We all bleed red
We all bleed red
An understanding
Can be demanding
Retrieve believe
Back to a world that you might think
Don't be the hated
Don't be dictated
Enlight the right
And maybe then we'll make the link
Divided we fall
Not one but one all
When all's done
We all bleed red
We all bleed red
(RPT
song performed by by Xentrix
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All Bleed Red
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A moral certainty
A vast controvacy
Debate the hate or recreate
A time that never should have been
Infallability
Is no necessity
Release the peace
& understand just what that means
Divided we fall
Not one but one all
When all's done
We all bleed red
We all bleed red
An understanding
Can be demanding
Retrieve believe
Back to a world that you might think
Don't be the hated
Don't be dictated
Enlight the right
And maybe then we'll make the link
Divided we fall
Not one but one all
When all's done
We all bleed red
We all bleed red
(RPT
song performed by by Xentrix
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Kathy
Blood infested meat and blood infested water!
And like the 'Sunday Times' writing about us;
But i called you and you heard my voice,
However, i am Kathy from a land afar from your home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Do You Believe In Shame?
(lebon, rhodes, taylor)
Do you believe in love?
Do you believe in shame?
And if love can conquer all then why do we only feel the pain?
I heard you speak my name, heard you singing the stones,
Maybe heard you laughing in a line of static on my telephone
So why your eyelids are closed, inside a case of rust,
And did you have to change all your poets fire into frozen dust?
Ive tried to justify it, to learn from your mistake,
But wheres the stupid lie that has to make its point -
With such a pointless waste.
Come out...
Do you believe in shame?
Do you believe in love?
And if they taste the same would you love again or abandon both?
I dont think I ever can, belive my friend has gone,
Keep saying its alright,
Im going to bring you back but I know Im wrong.
Theres nothing I can say, theres nothing left to do
Its just that lately I feel so damn lonely when I think of you
And it may seem selfish now, but Ill hold on to the memory
Until all this fear is washed away
Do you believe in love?
Do you believe in life?
cos I believe a little part of you inside of me will never die..
cos I believe a little part of you inside of me will never die..
cos I believe a little part of you inside of me will never die..
cos I believe a little part of you inside of me will never... die.
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Two Kinds of Intelligence
There are two kinds of intelligence: one acquired,
as a child in school memorizes facts and concepts
from books and from what the teacher says,
collecting information from the traditional sciences
as well as from the new sciences.
With such intelligence you rise in the world.
You get ranked ahead or behind others
in regard to your competence in retaining
information. You stroll with this intelligence
in and out of fields of knowledge, getting always more
marks on your preserving tablets.
There is another kind of tablet, one
already completed and preserved inside you.
A spring overflowing its springbox. A freshness
in the center of the chest. This other intelligence
does not turn yellow or stagnate. It's fluid,
and it doesn't move from outside to inside
through conduits of plumbing-learning.
This second knowing is a fountainhead
from within you, moving out.
Good Old Manners
What having manners mean?
Pompously speaking same tongue as Queen?
Knowing how fancy table perfectly is set
Or how to eat proper with not a stain or finger wet?
Whole complicated code of how to dress
Or to salute with gracious reverence?
Nooo, not really, isn't it more than that! ?
The Respect we've got to have
From deep inside
Not only showed, but really felt?
For anyone or anything..
Is watching self, be fair, good, keeping clean
Not stink, nor sting, never be mean
always being careful not to say or do
to others, any unpleasant thing!
Those are good manners, don't you think?
For any human kind to keep at heart
No matter if they're living
In a Palace or in a simple tiny Hut
If they don't know to read or write
or if they have an MBA at Oxford or Harvard.
The Simple Old Good Manners
Let all of us to be aware of Others
Then harmony, hopefully, we 'll find
For us, the human kind..
poem by Elena Sandu
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Gun nuts
The FBI has considerably extended
the list of those whose mental health
makes it unwise for them to purchase guns…
that means, I guess, those whose state
was discovered before they bought
their first, or second, or fourteenth gun..
but what of those whose mental health
is dangerously unbalanced, after
they buy their guns and use them?
who graduate enthusiastically
from air-rifles aimed at beer cans,
to planning how to gun down
their teachers or their fellow students?
then there are those who fight heroically
throughout a campaign; but return,
as veterans from Vietnam, to a ruined mental health?
or – let’s be quite contentious here –
suppose a whole people, let’s say Texans
or Republicans, or Afghans, or some extremist sect,
want to fight each other; and
an impartial expert called in by
the United Nations (uh?) declares
that neither side are fit in mental health
to buy, or to be issued, any guns? …
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Bonescraper
There is no future for us to suture
Your life ill-fated, beat down and hated
Shot in the head, walking undead
Numb to the world, around your head
Rip my skin from my bone, I won't bleed
Rip my heart from my chest, I won't scream
Hide in the shadows, deep black, and hollow
Empty void of light cuts clean, like a knife
Damaged and torn, punctured by thorns
I've felt nothing since I was born
Rip my skins from my bones, I won't bleed
Rip my heart from my chest, I won't scream
My flesh <-> Your flesh
Your eyes <-> My sight
My pain <-> Your shame
We are the same ...
Rip my skin from my bones, I won't bleed
Rip my heart from my chest, I won't scream
Rip my skin ...
song performed by by Fear Factory
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