Eugenics
A few claim lineage from old line of kings
Rule with money, scepters n' signet rings
They inbreed with only other noble beings
The rest of us to them, are but furnishings
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XXXV: Rules part 2
What’s the rule, when money could buy
What’s the rule, when power is absolute
What’s the rule, when feeling involved
What’s the rule, when pride is important
What’s the rule, when look affects
What’s the rule, when victory is a must
What’s the rule, when worlds are vain
What’s the rule, people don’t change
What’s the rule, when good is not always right
What’s the rule, freedom is misunderstood
What’s the rule, anger conquers
What’s the rule, past neglected
What’s the rule, crime that committed
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Atlantean Once Removed
Surname is from Seville, it can be proved
A noble name that means “Morning Star”
To be sure, I am Atlantean once removed
To skeptics this claim may sound bizarre
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Moon Mythology
Some say “The moon is made of green cheese”
Others argue “It’s just a hollow orb
Placed there by a race from Sirius B”
I say “Pass the crackers please”
“Let’s eat this strange anomaly”
Indeed...
The Universe is full of wondrous things
Planets, asteroids, suns, even black holes
Along with countless, divers beings
Who may look different, yet be kindred souls
Rejoice…
God in all His Wisdom could not afford
To allow creatures such as us be bored
ROTMS
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Skull Ring
(feat. The Stooges)
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Money
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Fancy things
The touch of a hand in the wasteland
you're walking asleep and dreaming cheap
A bird's wing don't beat for free
You're freezing cold and your family
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Money
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Fancy things
Fingers on fire to do what's bad
Ring on the finger is a skull man
Strong as a bar of steel
Weakness is that you can't feel
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Money
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Fancy things
My life is dirtied, my mind is loaded
I'm feeling and breathing and fighting
To see
People get ready now
Baby come on give your heart to me
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Money
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Fancy things
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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When The Duke of Clarence Died
Let us sing in tear-choked numbers how the Duke of Clarence went,
Just to make a royal sorrow rather more pre-eminent.
Ladies sighed and sobbed and drivelled—toadies spoke with bated breath,
And the banners floating half-mast made a mockery of death,
And they said Australia sorrowed for the Prince’s death—they lied!
She had done with kings and princes ere the Duke of Clarence died.
What’s a death in lofty places? What’s a noble birth?—say I—
To the poor who die in hundreds, as a man should never die?
Can they shed a tear, or sorrow for a royal dunce’s fate?
No! for royalty has taught them how to sing the songs of hate;
O’er the sounds of grief in Europe, and the lands across the tide
Rose the growl of revolution, when the Duke of Clarence died.
We—it matters not how lonely our o’er-burdened lives are spent—
Claim in common with a Clarence, straight from Adam our descent!
Even the man they call a “bastard” has a lineage to himself,
Though he traces not his fathers through the sordid line of Guelph,
And, perhaps in some foul garret in his misery and pride,
One of Nature’s Kings was dying when the Duke of Clarence died.
Ah! the workgirl’s bloodless fingers, in the plundered human hive,
Sew the banners of rebellion, while the kings and princes thrive;
In the cold of northern winter—in the south in dust and heat—
Weary workmen preach sedition at the corners of the street.
They pre-eminent in sorrow! ’tis pre-eminence in cheek;
We shall hear what care and pain is when the slums begin to speak;
Hundreds starved to pay the shadow of a crown upon his head!
Yellow gold (at last impotent) fought with death beside his bed.
And, perhaps, a Prince of Nature sat despairing by the side
Of a noble mother STARVING when the Duke of Clarence died.
Ignoble living—splendid dead! behold the pomp of royal woe!
Lo, the funeral! battle-hero never yet was buried so.
Who and what was he? What has he done to benefit mankind?
Has he nought to show Saint Peter save a royal race behind?
Who is worthy? Who is noble? God! shall gold alone decide?
Better men like dogs were buried ere the Duke of Clarence died.
Thrones of earth and earthly rulers soon shall all be swept aside,
And ’twere better for his comfort that the Duke of Clarence died.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Black Heart
I claim to be an honest man
May be the same cases with women
After all we claim to be human beings
Pawn in life game and working in circus rings
Is it our own creation to be zealous?
Is it an urge within to become famous?
By claming notoriety or noble deeds
Or simply creating unstoppable greed
How many excuses we exchange while sitting in corner?
Sleepless nights passed merely to console the sinner soul
How weakly we justify our wrong approach by arguments?
Not a single second we have to spare for it and resent
May be heart has changed the color in process
It might have guessed the true color with access
I fully concur with the fine assessment arrived
How long we may go on with mind so connived?
I have no answer but heart beats to respond
Synchronize the action and skillfully correspond
If I come out of it liberally it shall be great achievement
There may be nothing more to do at that moment
We are dragged in to mix up with eye wash theory
We shake the inner strength and memory
If that has come over with assertive voice
The heart will be at rest without any choice
We breathe in peaceful harmony for no fear of curse
As it has positively responded with no more remorse
This is how human mind works with changed heart
Everything is put at rest and made a good start
If person tries to forget past with all misdeeds
He will have no reason to worry or have any need
It is human nature to react positively with conscience
It is fearful of nature’s wrath in case felt with essence
Not bad at all to have black heart
But to change when shown as skilful art
“Better late than never” in responding to real time
We are, therefore, forgiven with black heart sometimes
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Can't Dance To Disco
I can't dress so I can't dance to disco
I can't move and I hate the way my feet go
I can't dress but she thinks I'm on the clothes show
Why can't she see?
It's so sad, she always sees the good side
Life sucks when you're lying on the inside
She's so sweet she covers me with honey
Why can't she see?
Disco!
I can't dance to disco
Disco!
White suits and gigolos
I'm a whore, paranoid and schizo
Hit the floor, chewing on the lino
I'm a mess, throw me like a yo-yo
Why can't you see?
Disco!
I can't dance to disco
Disco!
White suits and gigolos
Disco!
I can't dance to disco
Disco!
White suit and gigolos
Oh I hate those disco kings
Silk shirts and signet rings
Oh I hate those greasy kings
Cuban heels and rubber skins
Disco!
I can't dance to disco
Disco!
White suits and gigolos
Disco!
I can't dance to disco
Disco!
White suits and gigolos
Disco!
I can't dance to disco!
Disco!
I can't live for disco!
Disco!
I can't dance to disco!
song performed by by Feeder
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Money Money Money
Money Money Money
You're just a a thing in itself
But why is it your controlling me
Bit by bit you consume my sanity...
Your not a king but it seems like
Your everywhere...
Money Money Money
You turn myself full of greed......
I know that your a need
But then I'm not contended..
I have more of you
but seems like its not enough.....
Money Money Money
You were just created by man
But then man spare life just for you...
Crime and addiction emerged because of you...
Rich man had enough of you...
But then there the one who had the urge to kill
Just a thing... a money?
How it seems...
Money Money Money
Are you the one who rule our lives
Without you we intend to die?
What made you so important...?
Worship you not even God
Replacing love as our life..
But money as a thing
That can ruin our life!
poem by Mary Joy Lumanog
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Royal Family
Royal parents,
Royal birth,
Royal relationship,
Royal love,
Royal wedding,
Royal pregnancy,
Royal child,
Royal family;
Roya, loyal! !
The lineage,
The history,
The heritage;
Nancy, pregnancy!
Line, lineage;
And, you still have her in your heart.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A easy prey
We fall prey to temptation
It is an easy invitation
You can be lured very easily
Work can be done then freely
It is nice conception
It existed for centuries from inception
No body could escape its dragnet
It is widespread and well neat net
Any body can be driven crazy
Alertness can be inducted in lazy
It may keep them all the time busy
No one can remain aloof or choosey
No one can claim freedom for it
You can feel tremendous heat
It may drive you to go the extreme corner
You will try to finish the work sooner
People are tempted to barter their national interest
They need more money to have life at rest
They may prudery claim he reward
Is it not the sign of coward?
Brother murders brother for want of money
He thinks it is only way to obtain the key
Rest all can be performed automatically
He plans in advance to finish it systematically
Temptation can not be removed altogether
We have to rise and face it together
It can’t be weeded or rooted out completely
We can’t watch it also compassionately
It is human psychology o for easy pry
All will go in that direction and try
They will have no hesitation or shame
They may boost it openly and claim
It may go on endlessly and claim more
We may strive hard and try to explore
We may praise ill gotten money and adore
Innocent lives may be lost even this before
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Born To Rule
Lay down your arms this night
Surrender to the power
Embracing your metal heart
On your final walk through the snow
A hammer made of steel
From the river of blood
With magic, forged in flames
Delusions, a curse of the damned
What do you see?
Imaginary visions or reality
When you're free
Then you'll see that you are bound to rule
Rule - Born - Rule
We were Born to Rule
Rule - Born - Rule
We were Born to Rule
Born to Rule - Born to Rule
We're Born to Rule forever more
Born to Rule - Born to Rule
We're Born to Rule forever
The revolution forced us all to heed the final call
And if tomorrow never comes
Then we will strike the hammer down
Rule - Born - Rule
We were Born to Rule
Rule - Born - Rule
We were Born to Rule
Born to Rule - Born to Rule
We're Born to Rule forever more
Born to Rule - Born to Rule
We're Born to Rule forever
Forever, forever Rule!
song performed by by Hammerfall
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Money
CHORUS :
Money, oh money
Be my baby, drive me crazy
Money, oh money
Wanna hold you, just like I told you
1. VERSE :
Every morning I wake up by your side
Oh my feeling is so strong I cannot hide
I wan't to hold you every second that I live
And when you ain't next to me I get possessive
You make me happy and you buy me things
Cars and chicks and diamond rings
All the stuff that is blinkin'
2. VERSE :
Some people say that money isn't everything
I tell them no, look, you also need a diamond ring
And a ton of gold and a lot of shares
Your honey wants a private jet ?
Man who cares
You satisfy me and you turn me on
And that is why I sing
This song
My dream is to own a money money factory
C-PART :
Money money money
Gimme gimme money
Money money money
Gimme gimme money
song performed by by Lou Bega
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What Is The Value Of Money?
Money we all know is a medium of exchange
Buyers and sellers relate to each other through money
The question here is – what is the value of money?
Few say money is the root of all evil
Many say money is the root of prosperity
And how valuable is money
Almost everything is measured by money
People go to work everyday because of money
Wealth of individuals is measured by money
All purchases and transactions are made by money
Every country has a name for its own money
The importance of some countries
In based on the value of their money
What is the value of money?
The rise and fall of foreign exchange
Is used to measure the value of money
Success to many is also measured by money
Corporate positions are measured by money
There are some people who marry for money
What is the value of money?
To many, money is everything
You cannot get many things done without money
Many have pondered and contemplated to ask
Can human beings live without money?
Then, how shall we determine and decide
The prices of individuals and materials
Differences between the rich and the poor
Are calculated in monetary terms
The power bestowed by money
Seems bigger than imagined
poem by Julius Babarinsa
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Looking More Like Rats
They wish to touch their money...
But the looks of it has change.
They wish to claim all of it.
But something about the way it looks,
Doesn't appear to be quite the same.
They requested cash but were issued checks.
And this was not what was expected.
And all who stood in line complained...
Perplexed.
While the smiles on the bankers,
Tried to keep themselves the ones less suspected.
And this would spread across the land,
As explanations of a crisis were denied.
While millions of people,
Began living third world visions...
Many in high places,
Were looking more like rats...
Seeking very low holes,
To scatter as the light began showing...
Upon their falsely painted smiles.
And their deceiving fast running backs!
Ohhh...
They wish to touch their money.
But the looks of it has change.
They wish to claim all of it.
But something about the way it looks,
Doesn't appear to be quite the same.
And they are told their impatience...
Which had grown into angered fits.
Is the reason and the blame...
Their money has become worthless!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All The Kings Horses
All the kings horse and all the kings men
They couldnt put my broken heart back together again.
I woke up this mornin that this is what I found.
You had gone and left me,
Any you never even made a farewell sound.
All the kings horse and all the kings men
They couldnt put my broken heart back together again.
I asked my friends about you and this is what they said,
She can live without you,
Shes gonna find a man with money instead.
All the kings horse and all the kings men
They couldnt put my broken heart back together again.
Someday you will know, the meaning of a love thats true.
But when you find out I wont be around to share it with you.
All the kings horse and all the kings men
They couldnt put my broken heart back together again.
All the kings horse and all the kings men
They couldnt put my broken heart back together again.
song performed by by Monkees
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Powerless Money – The Hidden Secret
You can buy bed from money but you cannot buy sleep.
You can satisfy your lust from money but cannot buy love.
You can buy corrupts from money but cannot buy honesty.
You can buy cage for birds but cannot buy there cheerfulness.
You can buy schools for kids but cannot buy there playfulness.
You can build house from money but not a home from money.
You can buy paintings of artists but cannot buy there creativity.
You can buy medicines to kill pain but cannot buy feelings that give pain.
You can buy a coffin for a dead body but cannot buy a life for him.
You can buy flesh and meat to eat but cannot buy a life for them.
You can buy the beautiful flowers but cannot buy fragrance of flowers.
You can buy poems of poet but cannot buy emotions of there heart.
You can do many things with money
still you will see that you are helpless.
Life will no more be graceful
and you will see how money is so powerless.
Money is given power by those who want to rule you.
- By those who want to rule your body and mind.
- By those who want to make you dance as a puppet.
- By those who want to sale your talent in market.
And we are doing all this, making money more and more powerful.
And we forget that money is so powerless, may be we are a big fool.
poem by Ramesh Kavdia
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Surfers Rule
Its a genuine fact that the surfers rule
Its plastered on the walls all around the school now
(surfers rule, surfers rule)
Becoming just as common as a golden rule now
(surfers rule, surfers rule)
Take it or leave it but you better believe it
Surfers rule
They burnt it in the grass on the football field now
(surfers rule, surfers rule)
Just try to make them cool it and theyll never yield now
(surfers rule, surfers rule)
Take what youve heard now and go pass the word now
Surfers rule
Its a genuine fact that the surfers rule
A woody full of surfers pullin long side a wagon
(surfers rule, surfers rule)
The hodaddies sittin while the surfers are draggin
The surfers are winnin and they say as theyre grinnin
Surfers rule
Surfers rule
(four seasons you better believe it)
Surfers rule
(four seasons you better believe it)
Surfers rule
(four seasons you better believe it)
Surfers rule
(four seasons you better believe it)
Surfers rule
(four seasons you better believe it)
Surfers rule
(four seasons you better believe it)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Money O! Money
Money, money and money,
The world runs after money;
Some die ‘cause of money,
And some die for money.
The money rules the world,
The world is its creator.
But now the world is afraid -
For the money has turned to be its destroyer.
The money is the ruler,
The world is its slave;
The money has turned the world -
Into a grave.
The money drew the line -
Between the rich & the poor;
The money created infelicity,
That’s to be sure.
poem by Nilesh Roy
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My Love's Kiss: The Perfect Selfish Gift!
Yes, some would wish for feasts galore, to celebrate in style!
Yet, as for me, hooked by 'Amour! ', I sigh to see her smile!
Yes, some would wish to see world peace! That's awfully noble, guys!
Yet, as for me, how can I cease to think about her eyes! ?
Yes, some would wish for Earthly power, content to think they rule!
Yet, as for me, throughout each hour, I'm hot 'cos my girl's cool!
Yes, some would wish the world was theirs, yes, theirs-n-theirs alone!
Yet, as for me, such 'billionaires', true love have never known!
Yes, some would wish for jewellery, chic chauffeurs and fast cars!
Yet, as for me, my earnest plea: Her kiss! The rest I pass!
Yes, some would wish for wondrous things, in hopes nothing to miss!
But I don't need a billion rings... I pine for my love's kiss!
Those luscious lips are Heaven-sent! To me, they're Heaven-blessed!
To me, she is the perfect friend! 'Cos my girl is THE BEST! !
poem by Denis Martindale
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The Rulers
Who are these Kings, Queens and Rulers
that we see?
And what makes them any better than you or me?
Did our God create them to rule over men
and if He did then why, how or when?
No, I say this God I don't perceive.
We have created them. This I believe.
We acquiesed quietly, giving our consent.
My God did not make us to be subservient.
I believe way back in our history's past
something evil occured to make this last.
And so it continues right up to today
and the masses accept it as if it's fair play.
And who are these blue-bloods that conquer and rule?
These are not leaders They are too cruel.
These are the Kings, Queens and Rulers that we see.
And there's not a one of them
made like you or me.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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