Profile In Racism
Arizona! The land of sand n' fun
Passed a law that opened up a door
Allowing cops to draw n’ point a gun
At dark skinned races out of rancor
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Blue Skinned Beast
I can fly you to your loved ones but I can promise no return
To a shell-shocked God forsaken where their craters still they burn
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
Still the worst is over that I hope you understand
The youre one more hurdle over our protector of the land
Have a drink on me
I put it down to the company
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Here you have this medal you can even melt it down
Or frame it in the living room every time you turn around
Have a drink on me
Have a drink on me
I heard you shout for yesterday, but I was sleeping on the job
And I dreamt of fighters miles away whose lives I had to rob
Have a drink on me
I put it down to the company
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Here you have this medal you can even melt it down
Or frame it in the living room every time you turn around
I can fly your loved ones to you
With guarantee of no return
And if john waynes dummys bounce off
Dont look shocked when it comes your turn
Have a drink on me
I put it down to company
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Hip hip !
Hip hip !
Hip hip hip hip !
Hip hip !
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Hip hip hip hip !
Hip hip !
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
Three cheers to the blue skinned beast hip hip hip hip !
To the blue skinned beast hip hip !
song performed by by Madness
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Rider In The Rain
Got a gun in my holster
Got a horse between my knees
And Im goin to arizona
Pardon me, boys, if you please
I have been a desperado
Raped and pillaged cross the plain
Now, Im goin to arizona
Just a rider in the rain
Hes a rider in the rain
Hes a rider in the rain
And Im goin to arizona
Hes a rider in the rain
Oh, my mothers in st. louis
And my brides in tennessee
So, Im goin to arizona
With a banjo on my knee
Hes a rider in the rain
Hes a rider in the rain
And Im goin to arizona
Hes a rider in the rain
Used to work in uncles feed store
While he was fightin in the war
Now Im goin to arizona
Aint gonna work for him no more
Im the son of the prairie
And the wind that sweeps the plain
So, Im goin to arizona
Just a rider in the rain
Hes a rider in the rain
Hes a rider in the rain
And Im goin to arizona
Hes a rider in the rain
Hes a rider in the rain
Hes a rider in the rain
And Im goin to arizona
Just a rider in the rain
song performed by by Randy Newman
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~weather Wars~
Satan opened wide hell's doors
Gone, once blues skies overhead
Begins the age of 'Weather wars'
'Apocalypse! ' St. John once said
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poem by Ray Lucero
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As Simple As Closing The Door And Opening Another One
don't you worry about what
recently happened,
it is nothing much to be
talked about,
no one wants to recall
a sad subject matter,
but i want to tell you,
before she went away
she stood up
opened a door and
walked a little farther
about a meter away and
she opened another
door against too much light
someone guided her
i saw that and then
without looking back
she dissolved like ice
on the floor of sand
then we pretend we do not
forget her
oh, we have other topics
in our lives
love, for instance.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Better a woman who is dark-skinned and gracious, than one who is light-skinned and insipid.
Ra-mar-ley
A teenage boy entered his apartment
Followed by a hostile bunch of cops
Who barged right in, without assent?
Shot "Ramarley" dead…left a corpse
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Ra-Sun god
Mar- Ocean
Ley-Ancient Path
(End police brutality and random murder)
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poem by Ray Lucero
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React or Respond
A jealous mind reacts with rancor
When threatened penchant for control
‘Stead of responding from compassion
Mind chooses to attack, not console
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Coyahoga
Let's put our heads together and start a new country up
Our father's father's father tried erased the parts he didn't like
Let's try to fill it in bank the quarry river swim
We knee skinned it you and me we knee skinned that river red
This is where we walked this is where we swam
Take a picture here take a souvenir
This land is the land of ours this river runs red over it
We knee skinned it you and me, we knee-skinned that river red
And we gathered up our friends, bank the quarry river, swim
We knee-skinned it you and me, underneath the river bed
This is where we walked, this is where we swam
Take a picture here, take a souvenir
Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone
Let's put our heads together, start a new country up,
Underneath the river bed we burned the river down.
This is where they walked, swam, hunted, danced and sang,
Take a picture here, take a souvenir
Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone
Rewrite the book and rule the pages, saving face, secured in faith
Bury, burn the waste behind you
This land is the land of ours, this river runs red over it
We are not your allies, we can not defend
This is where they walked, this is where they swam
Take a picture here, take a souvenir
Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone
Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone
song performed by by REM
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Desert
The land of desert,
the land of sand
blows in the eyes
and sifts in the hand.
And yet there we are,
esconced in a war
searching for Al Quaeda
in death's dusty door.
Pointless it seems
to civilian's screams.
Endless caves
in a barren land.
Beautiful poppies
for the Taliban
with ragged heads covered
to keep out the dust.
Uniformed soldiers,
who can they trust?
Suicide missions
in the sand.
Fear in the hearts
of Afghanistan.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Cuyahoga
Lets put our heads together and start a new country up
Our fathers fathers father tried, erased the parts he didnt like
Lets try to fill it in, bank the quarry river, swim
We knee-skinned it you and me, we knee-skinned that river red
This is where we walked, this is where we swam
Take a picture here, take a souvenir
This land is the land of ours, this river runs red over it
We knee-skinned it you and me, we knee-skinned that river red
And we gathered up our friends, bank the quarry river, swim
We knee-skinned it you and me, underneath the river bed
This is where we walked, this is where we swam
Take a picture here, take a souvenir
Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone
Lets put our heads together, start a new country up,
Underneath the river bed we burned the river down.
This is where they walked, swam, hunted, danced and sang,
Take a picture here, take a souvenir
Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone
Rewrite the book and rule the pages, saving face, secured in faith
Bury, burn the waste behind you
This land is the land of ours, this river runs red over it
We are not your allies, we can not defend
This is where they walked, this is where they swam
Take a picture here, take a souvenir
Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone
Cuyahoga
Cuyahoga, gone
song performed by by REM
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You say you're like a tree or a bus stop
With your hands by your side
Lets say you're like a field of tulips
Cheap gold flowers in the sky
If the cavalry comes, is it really no surprise
Count the calory cops, I'm allowing alibis
Drag the shine off your stool and leave me, its raining outside
Catch your life through some strange indifference, I don't want lullabies
Paralysed on parade and ready to drop you know
Amazed and a mess, you may just stop me and go
(well he said he was a vegetarian, well there's animals in water)
Here come the calory cops, is it really no surprise?
And if the cavalry comes I'm allowing alibis
Count your life like some strange and different
Go one word at a time
Can't you hear the bells ringing
Get your hands off my sky
In a place where the words all just fall apart
With the sound of a stutter
A mutter in your heart
Clock the spokes off your wheels, its safer just to ride
Put your heart in the back, I've not once seen you smile
song performed by by I Am Kloot
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Obeah Healer
"Obiman" (a shaman) lives in Cuba;
Who can levitate and walk on water
Taught herbs n' healing by "Annuba"
A mermaid who gave him a daughter
Obiman's blood remembers "Mu"
Ancient homeland lost 'neath the sea
Volcanoes n' earthquakes left no clue
'Cept the highest peaks, Hawaii to Fiji
A few souls survived on "Easter Island"
Another peak of land above the waves
Living with stone sentries buried in sand
To despair n' isolation they were slaves
The magic of Mu in Obiman still thrives
In 100 years he's saved a thousand lives
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poem by Ray Lucero
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A glimpse
a glimpse
the half opened door
some would say
a half closed door
it all depends on the
state of mind you are in
well half closed for pessismist
and half opened for optimist
half opened or half closed door
so long as it is open
and not close
a good exercise for the mind
of a story teller, novelist, a film maker
a glimpse at the half closed door
the mind is thrown open
like the kick you would give
a half opened door
so that you and pet cat could
glide through easily
the stories that start coming out
from a glimpse at the half opened door
agatha's murdered corpse lying behind
a stalker, a ghost in the corridor of the mind
from the glimpse of the half closed door
a million possibilities, ideas pouring forth
half closed door, half opened door
whichever way you may say
it is an opened door
a million stories, ideas, possibilities
knock at the door of my mind
a glimpse of the half closed, half opened door
my half closed half opened eyes
open themselves to my ever curious mind
boundless as the universe
inspired by
A Glimpse
A GLIMPSE, through an interstice caught,
Of a crowd of workmen and drivers in a bar-room, around the stove,
late of a winter night-And I unremark'd seated in a corner;
Of a youth who loves me, and whom I love, silently approaching, and
seating himself near, that he may hold me by the hand;
A long while, amid the noises of coming and going-of drinking and
oath and smutty jest,
There we two, content, happy in being together, speaking little,
perhaps not a word.
Walt Whitman
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Startin Tonight
(words & music by rosenblatt - milrose)
Michigan state, comity
Harvard university
Vassa, wilbur smith and brown
Shakin up this here town tonight
Startin tonight
Have a ball do it all startin tonight
Grab your partner by the hand,
Spread a blanket on the sand
Three a.m. go for a swim
Clothes and all jump right in
Tonight, startin tonight
Let out the stops, call the cops, its all right
course when the cops have come and gone
Youll just keep carrying on
Dont you worry if you land in jail
Well forward your mail if you cant make bail
Tonight, startin tonight
Have a ball do it all startin tonight
Anything goes, everything goes, startin tonight
Startin tonight.
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Little lost chidren
Little lost children of the land,
Who will take hold of their hand.
Who will lead them over life's rough places,
Mother's at bingo, dads at the races.
They see the world through lonely eyes,
No one hears their cries.
Social workers face a locked door,
Who can they, their troubles pour.
Little lost children when you have grown,
When you have children of your own.
Will you guide them over lifes rough places,
Or will mum be at bingo, dad at the races
poem by Sheila Stead
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The Yankees have better starting pitchers than Arizona. Arizona just has two... the Yanks have four.
quote by Keith Hernandez
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The Door to the Past
The door is opened to the past,
Success brings up regret,
Saving times and being aghast.
Stations of life amassed,
Ringing on the phone was an asset,
The door is opened to the past.
My joy justified beauty and blast,
Resting was actually on a bayonet,
Saving times and being aghast.
The celebration of a sight is to broadcast,
On the television like the alphabet,
The door is opened to the past.
Messing with systems of life fast,
Creates unemployment and debt,
Saving times and being aghast.
The story is simply one to last,
Enjoying a tale that one has met,
Saving times and being aghast,
The door is opened to the past.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Frog Frenzy
One night, I opened the back door,
And a small brown frog appeared.
This hadn't happened to me before,
And I did think it was pretty weird!
Maybe because it was really dark,
He just jumped towards the light?
It's certainly something I'll never forget,
As it really was the strangest sight!
Jumping into our dining room,
Was a move, which was pretty bold.
At one point, he jumped on my bare foot:
He felt all wet and slimy and very cold.
We chased him round for quite a while;
The whole situation was quite a hoot.
The poor thing must have been so scared,
But I did think he was rather cute!
My entire family chased him round,
But, at first, he was way to fast.
After much to-ing and fro-ing about,
We managed to catch him at last!
Our neighbours had a pond,
So we took him back there.
We opened the jar and let him out,
And he hopped away without a care.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Sugar Skin
Speak your word
Leave a sign
No more critics
Lay it down
Worst demean
I prefer you blind
To salve your remains
I adore
Your last scent
Sweet the water
Goddamned hands
Say the words
My romance before
I take your breath
Want to see you run
To
Want to see you run
For
Want to see you run
Sugar skinned my candy crim
Search
Did it hurt
Naked body there you lie
Dont be scared
Feel the mood of your bones
They get prisoners within
Theres your world
Spit it out
Goddamned curse so now
You are drowned
In the light you look like a
Silent lean device
Want to see you run
To god
Want to see you run
To god
Want to see you run
Sugar skinned my candy crime
Theres your shirt on the ground
Runaway
Theres a sound
For a minute
We kept out the cold
Want to see you run
To god
Want to see you run
To god
Want to see you run
Sugar skinned my candy crime
Squirm to f... him
Love in the dark
Wouldnt you lead me
Inside
Your dream of sanctuary
Sugar skinned my candy crime
I lay you down
I lay you down
Beloved
song performed by by Guano Apes
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The Lady’s Lament
Never happy any more!
Aye, turn the saying o'er and o'er,
It says but what it said before,
And heart and life are just as sore.
The wet leaves blow aslant the floor
In the rain through the open door.
No, no more.
Never happy any more!
The eyes are weary and give o'er,
But still the soul weeps as before.
And always must each one deplore
Each once, nor bear what others bore?
This is now as it was of yore.
No, no more.
Never happy any more!
Is it not but a sorry lore
That says, “Take strength, the worst is o'er”?
Shall the stars seem as heretofore?
The day wears on more and more—
While I was weeping the day wore.
No, no more.
Never happy any more!
In the cold behind the door
That was the dial striking four:
One for joy the past hours bore,
Two for hope and will cast o'er,
One for the naked dark before.
No, no more.
Never happy any more!
Put the light out, shut the door,
Sweep the wet leaves from the floor.
Even thus Fate's hand has swept her floor,
Even thus Love's hand has shut the door
Through which his warm feet passed of yore.
Shall it be opened any more?
No, no, no more.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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