Outcast 2
Outcast
Man with the cloven foot walks through the night, harsh and frustrated,
he was the result when a farmhand had intercourse with a cow... and
when cow a cold February day gave birth on a snowy field, people fled in
distress; the devil has been reborn they screamed and ran away.
The father of this obscenity hung from the rafter in the barn and bitterly
thought it had all come to this because his wife slept with bloomers on.
The child licked by warm cow tongues survived behind a hollow of a stone
and farmers wondered why his cattle gave so little milk.
Cloven foot, how could he hide from peoples fear and utter disgust other
than being evil and cursing mankind, he who had done nothing but being
a victim of a farmer hands unbecoming lust. Priests gave him the name
Satan, although he was never been baptized.
He survived wears a built up shoe to hide his defect, works in finance,
spreads mayhem and poverty. “Love me he says, and I will bring peace
but you must become vegetarians because i will not allow you to turn
my flesh and blood into hamburgers or Sunday roast.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Weary body
She gave him her dreams,
he made them nightmares.
She gave him her love, he
turned it to hatred, she gave
him her warm kisses, he
turned them into regrets.
She gave him her enthusiasm;
he turned it into distress.
She gave him her sweet hymns;
he turned them into howling wolves.
She gave him the flavor of her
craves, he turned it into bitterness,
She gave him the nectars of her
fruits, he made them go bad.
She gave him her time, he took
it for granted. All she gave, became
in vain; a weary body and broken
lies, are the only truth she has to
confront. Her heart was still alive
she gave it to him, he took it in
warm blood, and let it bleed to death.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Africa The Dignity Deferred
I am Africa
I am the mother
I am Africa
A father to mothers
I am Africa
An ancestor to fathers
I gave life
I gave birth to all these notions
With motions
I begot all these valleys
Mountains I natured
And fountains I matured
But wars acted
In no time my life was rejected
The spilling of blood was perfected
And thus today I am neglected
Today they predilected
I am Africa
Never-the-less I survived slavery
And tried to instill peace
But the strong thunders of poverty came
And they left me into pieces
To hollow rocks I whispered
And the murmuring trees dispersed
Dancing with the deasese, hate!
That made me lose my coasts
And post to post I felt all costs
I am Africa
My poetic buff is still boilling
Rolling and gliding with blood and tears
Till today I am fighting
Yes I am contesting to redeem myself
Beyond the dignity
That was degraded by earthy spheres
Each day and each night
And for each life taken
I bow and lose my love
And my dignity is deferred
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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Downers Fo Downing
WHAT IS THE LIGHT THAT THEY CAME TO SHOW US?
WHENCE COMETH THE RELIEF OF THE INNOCENT?
FOR LO, I AM BECOME A DEVIL FOR WANT OF VENGEANCE,
THEY CAME PREACHING PEACE AND PROSPERITY,
WE GAVE THEM OUR FOOD AND WATER,
WE GAVE THEM OUR BREAD TO EAT,
LO, IN RETURN THEY GAVE US CHASTISEMENTS AND CALLED US ANIMALS,
THEY TURN WIVES AGAINST HUSBANDS,
THEY TURN MOTHERS AGAINST SONS,
THEY TURN MEN AGAINST MEN,
LO, I TELL THE WORLD TO BEAR ME WITNESS THIS DAY,
I SHALL COME TO DOWNING STREET,
NOT AS AN ANGEL, BUT AS A DEMON,
I SHALL GIVE THAM THAT WHICH THEY GAVE ME,
I SHALL CAST THEM DOWN ASUNDER,
I SHALL SABOTAGE THE WORKS OF THEIR HANDS
I SHALL DESTROY THEIR LIVES,
I SHALL FLAY THEIR FLESH AND BESTOW UPON THEM SPIRITUAL TORMENTS,
HEAR ME THIS DAY, I SHALL NOT FORGIVE THEM NOR THEIR GOD,
FOR THEY CAME, STOLE FROM ME, KILLED ME AND DESTROYED ME!
I TOO SHALL COME TO THEM AND STEAL, KILL AND DESTROY THEM!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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This And That
I ASKED FOR BREAD!
A STONE THEY GAVE ME!
I ASKED FOR WATER!
A CUP OF VENOM THEY GAVE ME!
I ASKED FOR MEAT!
LO! VEGETABLES THEY GAVE ME!
I ASKED FOR CLOTHES!
AND THEY GAVE ME RAGS!
I ASKED FOR WEALTH!
AND THEY GAVE ME POVERTY!
I ASKED FOR PEACE!
AND THEY GAVE ME TROUBLES!
I ASKED FOR LOVE!
AND THEY GAVE ME WICKEDNESS!
TEMPT NOT THIS LORD!
ASK ME NOT FOR HELP!
FOR I SHALL GIVE TO YOU AS YOU GAVE TO ME!
TEMPT ME NOT I SAY!
ASK ME NOT FOR THIS!
FOR I SHALL GIVE YOU THAT!
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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It Wasnt His Child
(written by skip ewing)
He was her man, she was his wife
And late one winter night
He knelt by her
As she gave birth
But it wasnt his child,
It wasnt his child
Yet still he took him as his own
And as he watched him grow
It brought him joy
But it wasnt his child
It wasnt his child
But like a father he was strong and kind
And I believe he did his best
It wasnt easy for him
But he did all could
His son was different from the rest
It wasnt his child
It wasnt his child
And when the boy became a man
He took his fathers hand
And soon the world
Would all know why
It wasnt his child
It wasnt his child
But like a father he was strong and kind
And I believe he did his best
It wasnt easy for him
But he did all could
He grew up with his hands in wood
And he died with his hands in wood
He was gods child,
He was gods child
He was her man
She was his wife
And late one night
He knelt by her
As she gave birth
But it wasnt his child
It was gods child
song performed by by Trisha Yearwood
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Have Survived
I am scared you might see the scars; I try so hard to hide
Caused by the ones murdered me, drove me
By cursing, swearing
Haven't always been scared, reserved
They killed me, but now I'm alive
They hurt me, wounded me
But I survived
How is it possible to breath
When you already died?
But now I'm concerned
Even though the hate has died
It bones still linger on my mind
Its ghost still haunts me in the night
But it's alright, I can fight
Because I survived
Haven't always be scared to trust
Life is a game of Russian roulette but
I survived, now I live and breathe
Not ready to die because
I am alive
I have survived
It Was In Tongues He Spoke
'Open your heart to the Lord', he said
Leave behind unfaithful friends
Evil spirits i command thee
To allow this soul to mend'.
Then his voice became unreasoned
And it was in tongues he spoke
Her body seemed in agony
As she screamed and cried and choked.
'Satan, you've lost this victim'
He screamed into the air
He shook the wretched supplicant
As he took her by the hair.
Outside her parents waited
For their schizophrenic child
She had once been a quiet girl
But had recently got wild.
They were fundamental Christians
And decried psychiatry
They believed that exorcism
Was the faithful remedy.
She shook and shook and screamed so loud
While her parents listened on
And with each scream they did believe
Another spirit gone.
There was madness in the air that day
The devil's smell was in that room
Then the girl gave up the struggle
As a cloud obscured the moon.
'She is cleansed and she is whole now'
The priest declared with calm
The good Lord with look after her
And shield her from all harm.
Her eyes were red and bloated
And she could no longer sleep
Then she tried to slash an artery
Later on that week.
The priest in truth was Satan
Masquerading as the church
The spirit that was broken
Was not evil - it was hers.
poem by David Keig
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The Death Penalty
Bring back the death penalty screamed a lady as the blood ran, dripping from the cold concrete as her sons blood fled from its body. Bring back, bring back the death penalty screamed a mother as her child dies slowly watching the pools of life fade away from his eyes.
Bring back, bring back the death penalty screamed a mother while she watched her child being killed by the hands of another man, bring back the death penalty.
Bring back the death penalty as she screamed holding her dying child while he laid his last words and breath upon her chest. Bring back the death penalty she screamed in mercy so that she will so that she will no longer have to hold any more of her dying sons and lay them in graves before she lays in her own.
Bring back the death penalty she screamed as her sons soul left his body and he became another victim to a violent society. Bring back the death penalty, bring back our sons.
poem by Melvyn Mohan
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Gods Peace
The world is full of hurt.
Everyone has a little dirt.
Anyone can stop the hurt.
Bye rubbing off all the dirt.
And to stop the grief.
And war.
Then slam the door to all the evil.
We shall not let the devil tempt us no more.
And lead him out the door.
Then let God in.
With a warm greeting and smile.
Then he gives you this wonderful thing.
It’s called peace.
He gave us peace.
So we can cease all the evil and war.
He doesn’t like all the violence this world holds.
That is another reason he gave us peace.
He gives us peace when things are depressing.
He gives us peace when times are hard.
He gives us peace when a person who is close to you passes away.
When you pray he gives you peace.
When things are quiet he gives you peace.
He also gives you peace when the devil is tempting you.
So that you get strong and say no to his offer.
When you say no to his offer.
You will know you did the right thing.
Then you will be glad.
He gave you peace.
poem by Devyn Zielanski
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God Gave Me...
God gave me eyes so I could see,
God gave me legs so I could walk,
God gave me hands so I could feel,
God gave me ears so I could hear,
God gave me a nose so I could smell,
God gave me a heart so I could love,
God gave me a brain so I could think,
I’m still trying to figure out why God gave me you.
poem by Rebeckah Schroeder
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How Time Passed
I told you not to go, but you went anyway
You screamed I love you and I screamed it back
You said I’ll be back before I wake up
Right then and there I started to worry
Staying up all night crying my self to sleep
I heard a cry in the night, but it was just my child
Then a thought struck me he never said good bye
Why wouldn’t you say good night to your son?
In the middle of the night I prayed to god
“Please bring back my husband safely to his family.”
The sun finally rose and my husband hadn’t come home
I drove to his ex house, his mom, friends, and hide out
He was gone and no evidence was around
Fear was in my eyes as I looked at my child
I called all the investigators and police to find my love
They couldn’t find him and I started to cry
That same day I saw you on the news you lost your memory
I rushed down there and gave you a kiss and you said honey is dinner ready
I cried and laugh thinking god you’re still alive
I knew you didn’t disappear or leave us behind
poem by Keturah Bailey
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The Angry Young Man
He had so much anger, so much hate
To lash out at someone he couldn’t wait
An innocent bystander walking down the street
This was the one that he would beat.
If she had suspected what lied ahead
She would have turned her back and fled.
With fists flaring he knocked her to the ground
Her jaw broken - she couldn’t make a sound
They say they don’t know how she survived
With the extent of her injuries
they was sure she would die.
She gave a description of what he looked like
And before blacking out she started to fight
They caught him with the description she gave
They saw that he was full of anger and rage.
They say from his step father he had been abused
And fighting back was of no use.
His mother did not believe what he had said
And she turned - and sent him to bed.
He now blamed his mother for what
His step father had done
no one to turn to, no where to run.
She should have - defended her son.
He and his step father are both in jail
Because his mother had truly failed
To hold a man she did not watch her son
Now look at what he has gone and done.
(child abuse can create stories such as this)
poem by Louis Rams
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She Gave Her Angels
And now Id like 2 turn your heart 2 a tale of sheer delight
A song of adulation, love and fear
No one loved him better, no one better sacrificed
She gave her angels that summer night
Fate as she designed it took her from her man
Destiny and love dont always go hand in hand (hand in hand)
As the world lay waiting like an embryo in a womb
She gave her angels that night in june (she gave her angels)
She gave her angels 2 a man because her man had none
2 watch over him till she returned - her man, her lover, her son
Her father 4 all these things he meant 2 her, she felt it right
She gave her angels that summer night {x2}
song performed by by Prince
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Have You Ever Been Broken Down?
I went into the world and it broke me down
And the lord of this world said ' now where's your crown'
And the truth of it was I had nothing left inside
I had no where to run, I had no where to hide
Somewhere along the path the night had stole my song
I had danced with the devil and right became wrong
He had gouged out my eyes and I could not see
I had hung my heart on the weeping willow tree
And in the blackness of the night I stumbled along
Abandoned and broken and without my song
The devil he danced and shrieked with delight
He was lord of the darkness he was lord of the night
I was tortured and tormented night and day
I was chained and whipped on my hell-bound way
And my tormentors they never gave me a moment of respite
As they tore at my flesh by day and by night
I cried out to God and He said 'Enough'
He came and redeemed me, He redeemed me with Love
And the devil and my tormentors they all did flee
From Christ my Lord on Calvary
He raised me up and He replaced my heart
That was His plan, right from the start
And by His mercy my wrong became right
And He gave me back my song in the night
I once was blinded and now I could see
What the Lord my God did on Calvary
And from that day on I walked in love
Redeemed by my Jesus who came down from above.
poem by Frank McEleny
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Innocence of a child
In the dark of night
you would come
in the silence
of the hour
you would serve
Satan your master
taking the innocence
of a child
destroying a child's life
denying the child
a normal adulthood!
Have you ever thought
of your actions?
what you were doing
by the lust
that controlled you?
Who gave you
the right to take
the child's innocence?
yes, you, who gave you
the right?
After many years
of emotional suffering
a child entered
into adulthood
God embraced
the adult in love
Forgiveness in Christ
becomes the words
in the heart
freedom in Christ
the prize received
The abuser of the child
are then forgiven
Abuser of the child
did you find
God's forgiveness
before you died
many years later
I hope dearly so!
poem by Allen Brodell
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God’s Love is Christmas
The love of God was born on Christmas Day,
As baby Jesus slept upon the hay,
With Star of Bethlehem showing the way,
To Magi, who worshipped him, as he lay!
The love of God was showered upon earth,
As Virgin Mother Mary gave this birth,
And bestowed upon mankind immense mirth,
As living life on earth got back its worth!
God Himself came to earth as baby boy,
And brought the peace and everlasting joy,
Through His one Son, the King of kings and Lord,
As sins were forgiven including rod.
The love that entered earth from God’s own heart,
Took human form to live in poverty,
And gave the world new hope and destiny –
Unraveled mystery great on God’s part.
The God of love showed love unfathomed yet;
For man, His most beloved of all creatures;
And opened heaven to all, new trend-set,
As souls of mankind went into raptures!
O Emmanuel, the world welcomes You, Lord;
O Messiah, the world accepts You, God.
No death or tribulations matter now,
As mankind pledges its obeisance, love!
Thus, Christmas Day is all about God’s love,
Uniquely unsurpassed and rather rare,
And gave the Holy Cross for Son to bear,
Redeeming sinners, sending His peace-dove.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-25-2009
poem by John Celes
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God Gave To Me A Child In Part
GOD gave to me a child in part,
Yet wholly gave the father's heart:
Child of my soul, O whither now,
Unborn, unmothered, goest thou?
You came, you went, and no man wist;
Hapless, my child, no breast you kist;
On no dear knees, a privileged babbler, clomb,
Nor knew the kindly feel of home.
My voice may reach you, O my dear-
A father's voice perhaps the child may hear;
And, pitying, you may turn your view
On that poor father whom you never knew.
Alas! alone he sits, who then,
Immortal among mortal men,
Sat hand in hand with love, and all day through
With your dear mother wondered over you.
poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Psalm 137
I went into the world and it broke me down
And the lord of this world said " now where's your crown"
And the truth of it was I had nothing left inside
I had no where to run, I had no where to hide
Somewhere along the path the night had stole my song
I had danced with the devil and right became wrong
He had gouged out my eyes and I could not see
I had hung my heart on the weeping willow tree
And in the blackness of the night I stumbled along
Abandoned and broken and without my song
The devil he danced and shrieked with delight
He was lord of the darkness he was lord of the night
I was tortured and tormented night and day
I was chained and whipped on my hell-bound way
And my tormentors they never gave me a moment of respite
As they tore at my flesh by day and by night
I cried out to God and He said "Enough"
He came and redeemed me, He redeemed me with Love
And the devil and my tormentors they all did flee
From Christ my Lord on Calvary
He raised me up and He replaced my heart
That was His plan, right from the start
And by His mercy my wrong became right
And He gave me back my song in the night
I once was blinded and now I could see
What the Lord my God did on Calvary
And from that day on I walked in love
Redeemed by my Jesus who came down from above.
poem by Frank McEleny
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Your Gone
God gave me one heart
but its broken
god gave me two eyes
but i wish i couldnt see
god gave me to feet
i wish i could just leave
god gave me two hands
but i wish i couldnt feel
god gave me one brain
but i wish i couldnt think
god gave me my memories
but i wish i couldnt remeber
god gave me you
but i wish i never wouldve lost you
god took you away
and i wish you were still here
god gave me life
when i wish i didnt have it
god gave me all these things but the only one i wanted
he took away
poem by Stephanie Beasley
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Dependence
Standing on his foot, I first stepped
Holding on his thumb, I passed each cleft
I’m his piece, that my name reveals
Whatever I have, he has given me.
He’s who first saw me,
He’s under who I grew,
He’s my life’s pillar,
He’s without who life’s incomplete,
He’s who pays for my laughters,
He’s who escapes me from cruel slaughteres,
He’s my mom’s colourful world,
He’s who I can never give anything,
Except “thankyou(s) ” and “sorry(s) ”
And my truly true love,
He’s who bears all my drama,
He’s who I call “my papa”.
For everything I do
From writing to buckling my shoe
I’m dependent on you.
For everything I need
Necessity or my greed
Its you to who I plead.
You’re on who I totally rely,
Can’t tolerate your waving me bye.
But how easily you gave my hand
to someone who I barely understand.
But you too were tied,
From the world and its rules
That we blindly follow
merely thinking, like fools.
As clock’s hand rotated,
I realized,
He was as important
as feathers for flight.
He cut me in halves,
But gave his identity.
I left my world
To walk with my loyality.
Now things have changed
And I’ve grown,
Still I am
Never on my own.
This feeling is so unknown
I always keep it unshown.
I try so hard, but can’t hide
He reads me in single sight.
We’re so opposite,
But so essential for other.
Oh! How had I be living
If he wasn’t there…….
Am I handicap?
You better decide.
But without these two
I could have never survived.
One gave life,
The other its meaning.
Had always been my shielding.
Holding one’s finger,
I understood the world.
Gripping other’s hand,
I learned to face to it.
Call me a handicap
They’re my crutches,
My weakness,
And my greatest strength.
You both are so obligate,
Without any I’m partial.
You make me complete…….
Sure, I’m a handicap
Every woman is
They are our “dependence”
Reason for our existence.
poem by Jaya Mishra
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