Is the Death an Exit?
'The people who beat me still walk here freely.'
- A villager from Zimbabwe-
Not only there brother
Wherever you go patiently
You hear that same grumble.
Man beats Man
And it's a pattern of New Civilization!
Only in the grave a man gets a sound sleep.
But some they dig graves for wealth.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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All My Brothers
I walk with my brother the Christian,
But I do not believe as he, I am not his Christian brother.
I walk with my brother the Jew,
Not born to his name, I am not his brother.
I walk with my brother the Muslim,
Infidel to him, he does not call me his brother.
They know only their god, not one that I can know.
I walk with my brother the Hindu.
We are love and all are one.
I walk with my brother the Buddhist
He has known me in our past family
I walk with my brother the Taoist
We are on this path but for a moment.
They know god and I am he.
I walk with my brother the Shaman,
He sees the animal spirit within me.
I walk with my brother the Pagan,
He knows only the nature from which we come.
I walk with my brother the Tribesman,
He finds my place with his people.
They know of god in everything.
I walk with my brother the deer
He watches me with curiosity
I walk with my brother the crane,
He wonders if I can catch him.
I walk with my brother the serpent,
He sees me as warmth.
They know nothing of God.
poem by R.L. Ohlhausen
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Magic for me
Magic make no sound
It good for me
It good for me underground
Magic on me
Really got me down
Invade the city
It make my heart beat no sound
Beat no sound
Beat no sound (ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Beat no sound
Beat no sound
Beat no sound (ooh ooh ooh ooh)
And let me tell myself
Tell on
She turned my dad on
She turned my dad on
Dad on
Dad on!!!
Magic for me
Magic get me through
We pledge it money
People seem to walk through you
Magics funny
Magic get me through
All good for me
When people seem to always walk through you
Walk through you
Walk through you (ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Walk through you
Walk through you
Walk through you (ooh ooh ooh ooh)
Walk through you
Walk through you
And let me tell myself
Tell on
She turned my dad on
She turned my dad on
Dad on
Dad on
She made me kill myself
Come on
Come on
She turned my dad on
Come on
She turned my dad on
Come on
She turned my dad on
She turned my dad on
Dad on
Dad on
song performed by by Gorillaz
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Beat my heart like the gong
Beat my heart like the gong
At the feast of san vicente
Beat it softly with your
Pink palms and if it does not sound
Beat it with greater force
Like mortar and pestle
(No sound still)
Beat it again please patiently
And if it sounds
Let us go on a long journey
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shallow Grave
When I fall in endless sleep
I hope that I'll be buried deep
Let me be the one that fortune favours
Even good children got shallow graves
Throw another clown to the lions
Throw another Joan on the blaze
Cast me away on the cruel calm ocean
and leave me for days and days and days and days and days
I won't lie in this poor shallow grave
I won't lie, I won't lie in this poor shallow grave
Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep
I won't lie in this poor shallow grave
Bless the poor 'cos like the rich
They all end up in a ditch
In this world of fools and knaves
Even good children got shallow graves
The tinker, the tailor, the fabulous five
Nobody gets out of this alive
Chorus
Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep
I won't lie in this poor shallow grave
Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep
I won't lie in this poor shallow grave
Dig me down, dig me down, dig me down deep
I won't lie in this poor shallow grave
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Shallow Graves
When I fall in endless sleep
I hope that Ill be buried deep
Let me be the one that fortune favours
Even good children got shallow graves
Throw another clown to the lions
Throw another joan on the blaze
Cast me away on the cruel calm ocean
And leave me for days and days and days and days and days
I wont lie in this poor shallow grave
I wont lie, I wont lie in this poor shallow grave
Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep
I wont lie in this poor shallow grave
Bless the poor cos like the rich
They all end up in a ditch
In this world of fools and knaves
Even good children got shallow graves
The tinker, the tailor, the fabulous five
Nobody gets out of this alive
Chorus
Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep
I wont lie in this poor shallow grave
Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep
I wont lie in this poor shallow grave
Dig me down, dig me down, dig me down deep
I wont lie in this poor shallow grave
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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One Beat Away
One beat away from all I own
One beat away from where I've grown
One beat away from all the stars
One beat away from Jupiter or Mars
Let that beat stay away for awhile
So I may still see your smile.
One beat away from all my pride
One beat away from by your side
One beat away from songs I love
One beat away from the skies above
Let that beat not come around
So I may hear your breathing sound.
One beat away from quiet prayer
One beat away from all we share
One beat away from all this pain
One beat away, I can't remain.
Let my memory stay with you.
Ah! sweet love, I say adieu.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Gravedigger's companion
Spinster night has a sweet voice like a teenager nurse on duty.
I like her transparency and hate the daytime.
There she whispers something,
'Brother! You too awake like me in this quiet atmosphere.
It's very hard to sleep in the day as the misers count money greedily and grumble isn't it?
You look so sad and tired these days and how many graves you dig today? '
'As usual, approximately ten to fifteen but I didn't feel tired sister.
Thanks for this cheap liquor that gives me the courage to fight forever.' I said.
'I understand your plight brother but try to find a kind partner and you can share your worries as she is a pain reliever.
I pray that one day a night flower touch your fragile heart secretly as she knows the language of darkness thoroughly.'
* I dedicate this poem to my helpless friend who's name is Poverty.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Zimbabwe frightened you
Zimbabwe frightened you,
Zimbabwe where we could be alone
and in a way I felt at home.
The dark black faces,
the savagery, hunger
and wretched poverty
were more than you could take.
You panicked thinking
that the unruly young teenagers
and so-called war veterans
would not just drive
the farmers away,
but were sharpening
their Panga-blades
even for white tourists.
Everywhere you looked,
you saw death, destruction
and black rule taking its toll
and the ever hungry
begging people
was like a prophecy
of what in the future
may be waiting for us
at home.
Visiting the places
we had dreamed of,
the Zimbabwe ruins,
Mana pools, Kariba lake
and the Victoria falls
was like a nightmare to you.
Even the African art carvings
of people and animals
and rural paintings
of the Ndebele people
hardly caught your eye
and you would rather die
than stay a day longer.
African dancers screaming
around a fire
and dancing like shadows
on the beat
of ancient drums
drove the fear home,
so that you wanted to get into the car.
[References: To Minette, of whom there is just memories. You Hated Spain by Ted Hughes.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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I Hear....
i hear the cry of a thousand naked voices.
i hear the sound of the turning wheels.
i hear the guns, and the moment after,
i hear the blood of bodies in the fields.
i hear the cry of babies without mothers,
i hear the hunger of faces without names.
i hear the whisper of god in the homeless,
the hearts of the poor in the falling rain.
i hear the truth beyond all lies,
i hear the hand that takes another.
i hear justice's cry for deliverance,
and the prayer of the stranger that is my brother.
i hear the hammer and wings of freedom,
i hear equality chanted and sang.
i hear the beat of life calling forward,
to dare, to give, tis not in vain!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Heart Breaking Rhythm
A heart beats, breaking rhythm
I cannot sleep without you
Awing during dreams I see you
Calling out your name in whisper
In the night do you hear me
I am unaware if you know
How I love you, how I have fallen
I crept to a crawl on my knees
Now I’m begging to you
For a kiss, to feel your lips
On my own embracing my night
Keep me awake, make me scream
A heart beat once, twice and again
I cannot sleep anymore
I see you in my dreams, I am awake
Is this fantasy deluding me
Whispers to the night escape
Can you hear my voice, my heart beat
Breaking the rhythm you gave to me
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Beast Of Beats
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Bom-bom.
Tit-tit-tit-t it.
Bom-bom.
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Bom-bo m.
Tit-tit-tit-tit.
Bom-bom.
It's a feeling felt with patting feet,
And done by all the people.
Ooo bom-bom.
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Bom-bom.
T it-tit-tit-tit.
Bom-bom.
Do you wanna a beat,
That will beat the beast of beats?
Well...
How about this beat,
Bom-bom.
It's the bigger of the beats.
Bom-bom.
It's a feeling felt with patting feet,
And done by all the people.
Ooo bom-bom.
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Bom-bom.
T it-tit-tit-tit.
Bom-bom.
It's a feeling felt with patting feet,
And done by all the people.
Ooo bom-bom.
It's the bigger of the beats.
Bom-bom.
It's the beast of beats.
Bom-bom.
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Bom -bom.
It's the bigger of the beats.
Bom-bom.
It's the beast of beats.
Bom-bom.
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Bom -bom.
It's the bigger of the beats.
Bom-bom.
It's the beast of beats.
Bom-bom.
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Bom -bom.
Tit-tit-tit-tit.
Bom-bom.
It's the beast of beats.
Bom-bom.
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Bom -bom.
Tit-tit-tit-tit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Insomnia & The Hole In The Universe
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
And I sang the dirge song
.
My brother never missed a beat
My brother kicked his feet to sleep, sweet feet
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
And I sang the dirge song
.
Angel, dont you have some bagels in my oven?
Lady, dont you know a man when you see one?
Crazy lady with the shiny shoes, where are you?
Kick you feet and calm the space that makes
You hollow
.
Little swamis got his bowl to eat
Little swami always walks his beat, sweet feet
Little swamis got his bowl to eat
And I sing the dirge song
.
Its amazing how they come to see
The little swami with his bowl to eat, sweet feet
The little swami only wears a sheet
And wont sing the dirge song
.
Anal, tight-assed soldier with that dogged heart
Put down your gun
We are ready to explode, we gotta take it smart
And take it slow
song performed by by Live
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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What Shall I Bring To Offer You?
Civilization,
what shall i bring as an offering to you?
One that does not bore you
with the passage of time
One that makes your blood rush to the
veins of your youth
Civilization,
They must have offered you the white flowers
of purity
They purest blood of their revolution to cleanse
your land of the evil spirits of their minds
Their own minds
Their own pollution
Indifference to the feelings of desire
How did they kill the beats of the heart
the beat of heat of the pulse of love for one another?
Civilization
How many shall be killed more in the name of morality
And official religion?
Civilization
I humbly come before you and offer you love
Lots of love
Love and love and love
That one which the basket of morality can no longer hold
That one which the hands of religion can no longer touch
That one which the arms of their gods can no longer embrace
I shall take you to the place beyond common understanding
It is love and love and love
Beyond what you can take.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Know What I Want
Bring the beat back don't believe to hype
Bring the beat back don't believe to hype
Bring the beat back don't believe to hype
Its a jam and I do what I like
Listen to my voice and start to dance
I promise you this will advance
I am back with my line and I started to climb
Welcome to the jam I am rocking again
From my mind and my heart to your body and your feet
I know what you want its that beat from the street
Mr. DJ put the jam up
Pump it up to the night is done
Lets go down, down to they underground
I am kicking your back Bobo is in town
It's a jam and I do what I like
Bring the beat back don't believe to hype
You have your bass in the place together as one
Try to run then you gonna have fun
I know what you want and you want it now
I know what you want when you hear the sound
I know what I want, and I want it now
I know what I want, when I hear the sound
I know what I want, and I want it now
I know what I want, when I hear the sound
Everything's alright, alright
And the feel makes me blind
I know what I want, and I want it now
I know what I want, when I hear the sound
I know what I want
I know what I want
If you try to be you got to be a king
And give the world you are everything
I'm not the greatest dancer with the fastest tunes
I'm not the fastest rapper that you ever knew
But wait it sounds like a mystery
But no one knows who you really wanna be
Deep in the night i bring you delight
And leave all the troubles by your side
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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The Beat
Drum, drum, hear the drum
beating its beat
for what's to come.
It beats like your heart
a steady boom.
It slows sometimes
and then will resume.
And when the drum beats
can't be heard
and your heart no longer
can be stirred,
the silence reaches where you are
because the drum beat
is too far.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Insomnia and the Hole in the Universe
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
My brother kicked his feet to sleep and I sang the dirge song
My brother never missed a beat
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
My brother kicked his feet to sleep and I sang the dirge song
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
My brother kicked his feet to sleep
song performed by by Live from Secret Samadhi
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Sounds that should not be missed
Sound of blossom of a flower,
I desire to hear,
the sound of nature.
Sound of rain's glassy water drop,
over a roof's top,
the sound of joy.
Sound of beat of our heart,
through our ears caught,
the sound of wonder.
Sound of delicious supper in boil,
after a great day's toil,
the sound of hunger.
Sound of a mother's loving ballad,
hearing the cry of her toddler,
the sound of love! ! !
poem by Shyam Balaji
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The Lame Brother
My parents sleep both in one grave;
My only friend's a brother.
The dearest things upon the earth
We are to one another.
A fine stout boy I knew him once,
With active form and limb;
Whene'er he leaped, or jumped, or ran,
O I was proud of him!
He leaped too far, he got a hurt,
He now does limping go.-
When I think on his active days,
My heart is full of woe.
He leans on me, when we to school
Do every morning walk;
I cheer him on his weary way,
He loves to hear my talk:
The theme of which is mostly this,
What things he once could do.
He listens pleased-then sadly says,
'Sister, I lean on you.'
Then I reply, 'Indeed you're not
Scarce any weight at all.-
And let us now still younger years
To memory recall.
'Led by your little elder hand,
I learned to walk alone;
Careful you used to be of me,
My little brother John.
'How often, when my young feet tired,
You've carried me a mile!-
And still together we can sit,
And rest a little while.
'For our kind master never minds,
If we're the very last;
He bids us never tire ourselves
With walking on too fast.'
poem by Charles Lamb
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Ears in the Turrets Hear
Ears in the turrets hear
Hands grumble on the door,
Eyes in the gables see
The fingers at the locks.
Shall I unbolt or stay
Alone till the day I die
Unseen by stranger-eyes
In this white house?
Hands, hold you poison or grapes?
Beyond this island bound
By a thin sea of flesh
And a bone coast,
The land lies out of sound
And the hills out of mind.
No birds or flying fish
Disturbs this island’s rest.
Ears in this island hear
The wind pass like a fire,
Eyes in this island see
Ships anchor off the bay.
Shall I run to the ships
With the wind in my hair,
Or stay till the day I die
And welcome no sailor?
Ships, hold you poison or grapes?
Hands grumble on the door,
Ships anchor off the bay,
Rain beats the sand and slates.
Shall I let in the stranger,
Shall I welcome the sailor,
Or stay till the day I die?
Hands of the stranger and holds of the ships,
Hold you poison or grapes?
poem by Dylan Thomas
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The Sound Of Your Cry
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
The clock by the bed is ticking too loud in the quiet night
I lie in the darkness thinking I must go before its light
Before you open up your eyes and you beg me to stay
Ill leave cause I cant stand to see you hurt this way
Sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye
Then I wont hear the sound of your cry
Though I knew the time was coming and our love would end somehow
I just couldnt bear to tell you exactly just when or how
I know we cant go on, that it was wrong to start
But if you wake up crying now, you know youll break my heart
Sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye
Then I wont hear the sound of your cry
Sleep my love as I kiss you goodbye
Then I wont hear the sound of your cry
Ohhhh, sleep my love as I kiss you, kiss you, kiss you goodbye
Then I wont hear the sound of your cry
Ohhhh, sleep my love as I kiss you
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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