Wake Us Up At Sunrise?
Masses lulled to sleep by dark of Moon
Cajoled and soothed by Templar priests
Who’ve rendered peoples power picayune
For they do the evil bidding of “The Beast”
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The Beast Within
In all of us, a beast lays waiting,
in the dark part of our soul.
It waits in the shadows
to blacken out heart,
wanting us to do
its dark bidding here.
Some are over powered
by the beast within,
their dark deed are everywhere.
Others control its craving,
quelling its black thoughts,
leaving it locked in the dark, in which it dwells.
We have heard of the battles,
good vs. evil,
light vs. dark.
Therefore, we must be strong,
and never let it out,
that beast that lies within.
19 June 2007
poem by David Harris
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Lord of he Dark
Lord of the Dark
Lord of the dark
Knight of the king
Templar of many forbidden sins
Track the setting light of night
Into demons hot embraces
Devils spills its tentacles of lust
Pleasure of hellish temptations
possessed beyond redemption
too late for raising resistance
evils power overhelming
strange geared devices
love vanishes into darkness
new sensations recover secrets
crusading for a new found one
out of this earthly groovy ground
longing stronger than ever
finally reaching salvation
thanks to the
Lord of the dark
Knight of the king
Templar of many forbidden sins
(Switzerland)
poem by Morhardt Carmen Mencita Monoi Angel
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Single Payer-no Prayer
Promised “Single Payer” plan
To eager flock of ardent sheep
Autocrat lied to common man
Then lulled him back to sleep
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Moon, Moon, Crazy Moon
moon, moon, crazy moon
natural moon
torn apart and snoozing moon;
lovely moon, romantic moon
poor poor moon
the romance
plucked out of its drab surface;
moon moon going wild
moon moon running away
from the earth -
O moon, why do you run away from the earth?
does earth touch you in the wrong places
and you've got no Body
to which one could lodge
a complaint about sexual harassment? ?
ah, moon moon, temperamental moon
dark moon
glowing moon;
sexy moon
and old-woman hag of a moon;
moon moon with the best views of the earth
moon moon moon
puts me to sleep and wakes me up
in the middle of nights;
and one day we'll sleep in the moon
and produce babies there
and we'll have the first moon-ish boys and girls
and moon-ly families;
but meanwhile
moon moon driving fanatics
and inspiring love and romance and myths
moon moon eerie moon
moon moon that presides over love and horrors
and evil and good
and naked witches dancing in moonlit groves;
pooor moon moon the earth moon
not as interesting and dramatic as other moons;
don't get too friendly and dropp in -
oh, never dropp in, no one invited you
silly mooonn, no no, you're not invited home to earth
moon moon cheese moon eaten by mice;
but still our dear moon darling moon
moon mooon
our very own earth's moon
as we moo moo like cows
moo moo moo mooo
at our own moon moon moon
poem by Raj Arumugam
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listening to Bob Marley's exodus
i reminisce the power of the people
clenched fists of the masses
sisters and brothers
nuns and priests holding arm to arm
children in the streets bringing flowers to the soldiers
women bringing food for the marchers
tanks and guns face
and furious words of the dictator
i reminisce the ouster of the oppressor of the people
i see the plane carrying him out to another faraway island
no blood is shed
the flowers have power
the prayers have weight
the masses have the voice
God watching over.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sleep
Some people think that they live for something material
Some people think that they live for someone special
The are all wrong
In fact all they live for is some sleep
So sleep
Peoples work all day long to get some sleep
Peoples spend their life looking for the opportunity to sleep
So sleep
Sleep is a gift from god which is withdrawn from sinners
So sleep
But there will be one day when sleep will be granted forever
And the fight will be over
poem by Salmaan Sheriff
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Thought Crime?
A once great Nation is being destroyed by design
In front of trusting eyes of unsuspecting masses
Won't be long before thought is deemed a crime
'Lest "We the people" remove rose-colored glasses
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The Ancient Mayans Knew
Mayans knew Earth’s rotation one day would still
When time n’ space would find a proper end
When incarnate evil ate its greedy fill
And the will of man would finally bend
The message Mayans left is carved in stone
That those that followed could plainly see
God shall depose “The Beast” from his throne
Once more, restoring peace n’ harmony
A Host of Angels shall come forth n’ be deployed
To every dark corner of this troubled Earth
Evil empires' that ruled so long shall be destroyed
Earth’s pregnant belly makes ready for another birth
A birth of greater consciousness rejoiced by one n’ all
Countless souls shall then begin to fill,
Heavens’ Great n’ Wondrous Kingdom-Hall
Returned those lost, to the loving respite of God's Will
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“The Mayan calendar is a record of the workings of a universal plan for our world. A plan! Not just war and mayhem, slavery and misuse, chaos and craziness, but a PLAN of growth until we come to recognize our oneness with each other and our Creator. Even if we can’t remember choosing to be born now, we did choose it and we are, therefore, equipped to handle whatever comes our way. We CAN make this transition.”
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Dark Dark Moon......
Dark dark moon
Dark dark moon
No no no no no, don't show me your face...!
Dark dark moon
Dark dark moon
No no no no no, no my eyes won't turn...!
Dark dark moon
Dark dark moon
No no no no no, please don't talk to me...!
Dark dark moon
Dark dark moon
No no no no no, please please don't go away....!
poem by Rowving Smith
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Evil Darkness
Slowly darkness decends as the sensible run and hide,
because with the dark comes the mist, like a dank chilling tide.
The moon shines weakly through the haze as though very afraid,
in the darkness of the night, a new terror will be concieved and made.
The mist moves slowly but for a moment and then is very still,
in the dim light stands a creature, tall and coldly evil.
No form does it have to touch or kill, no way to pull it down,
but ice cold power does it hold, and in your own terror you will drown.
Now one sensless fool puts aside his fear, he will face this evil foe,
this night he will stand his ground, but the out-come would not be so.
Drawn into this evil he was absorbed but for one dropp of blood,
for there upon the ground that night, a new evil grew from the mud.
Now a new evil has been concieved and together on dark nights will roam,
so when it's dark and dank outside.....be sure to stay at home!
poem by Ruth warren
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On The Death Of Smet-Smet, The Hippopotamus- Goddess
Song of a tribe of the ancient Egyptians
(The Priests within the Temple)
She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our Mother.
She was lustful and lewd? -- but a God; we had none other.
In the day She was hidden and dumb, but at nightfall moaned in the shade;
We shuddered and gave Her Her will in the darkness; we were afraid.
(The People without)
She sent us pain,
And we bowed before Her;
She smiled again
And bade us adore Her.
She solaced our woe
And soothed our sighing;
And what shall we do
Now God is dying?
(The Priests within)
She was hungry and ate our children; -- how should we stay Her?
She took our young men and our maidens; -- ours to obey Her.
We were loathed and mocked and reviled of all nations; that was our pride.
She fed us, protected us, loved us, and killed us; now She has died.
(The People without)
She was so strong;
But death is stronger.
She ruled us long;
But Time is longer.
She solaced our woe
And soothed our sighing;
And what shall we do
Now God is dying?
poem by Rupert Brooke
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rainbow People
Gone is the church
Gone the steeple
Tower of Babel fell
Good men did rebel
Hearts' spoke as one
‘Neath moon n' sun;
'We're Rainbow People'
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The Number Of The Beast
I left alone my mind was blank
I needed time to get the memories from my mind
What did I see can I believe that what I saw
that night was real and not just fantasy
Just what I saw in my old dreams were they
reflections of my warped mind staring back at me
Cos in my dreams it's always there the evil face that twists my mind
and brings me to despair
The night was black was no use holding back
Cos I just had to see was someone watching me
In the mist dark figures move and twist
was all this for real or some kind of hell
666 the Number of the Beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released
Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
as they start to cry hands held to the sky
In the night the fires burning bright
the ritual has begun Satan's work is done
666 the Number of the Beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight
This can't go on I must inform the law
Can this still be real or some crazy dream
but I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes
they seem to mesmerise me...can't avoid their eyes
666 the Number of the Beast
666 the one for you and me
I'm coming back I will return
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn
I have the fire I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take its course
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The Number Of The Beast
(Harris)
I left alone my mind was blank
I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind
What did I see can I believe that what I saw
that night was real and not just fantasy
Just what I saw in my old dreams were they
reflections of my warped mind staring back at me
Cos in my dreams it's always there the evil face that twists my mind
and brings me to despair
The night was black was no use holding back
Cos I just had to see was someone watching me
In the mist dark figures move and twist
was all this for real or some kind of hell
666 the Number of the Beast
Hell and fire was spawned to be released
Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised
as they start to cry hands held to the sky
In the night the fires burning bright
the ritual has begun Satan's work is done
666 the Number of the Beast
Sacrifice is going on tonight
This can't go on I must inform the law
Can this still be real or some crazy dream
but I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes
they seem to mesmerise me...can't avoid their eyes
666 the Number of the Beast
666 the one for you and me
I'm coming back I will return
And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn
I have the fire I have the force
I have the power to make my evil take its course
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On the Death of Smet-Smet, the Hippopotamus Goddess: Song of a Tribe of the Ancient Egyptians
(The Priests within the Temple)
She was wrinkled and huge and hideous? She was our mother.
She was lustful and lewd? — but a God; we had none other.
In the day She was hidden and dumb, but at nightfall moaned in the shade;
We shuddered and gave Her Her will in the darkness; we were afraid.
(The People within)
She sent us pain,
And we bowed before Her;
She smiled again
And bade us adore Her.
She solaced our woe
And soothed our sighing;
And what shall we do
Now God is dying?
(The Priests within)
She was hungry and ate our children;—how should we stay Her?
She took our young men and our maidens;—ours to obey Her.
We were loathed and mocked and reviled of all nations; that was our pride.
She fed us, protected us, loved us, and killed us; now She has died.
(The People within)
She was so strong;
But Death is stronger.
She ruled us long;
But Time is longer.
She solaced our woe
And soothed our sighing;
And what shall we do
Now God is dying?
poem by Rupert Brooke from The Collected Poems of Rupert Brooke, With a Memoir (1918)
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Modern Day Slavery
Human trafficking, most unsavory,
Still practiced in the world today!
Evil men engaged in modern day slavery,
On innocent women n' children they prey
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Lycanthrope
The moon calls to me
A dark message of the wolfs howl
A yellow moonlight feed to me
The strength in me grows
A power i not often feel consumes my being
A fear of me develops in the hearts of men
The women dare not approach me
Priests curse me to send me to hell
All as my senses raise as i await for attack
a Light of dim approaches
I run
Faster deeper into the unknown
were darkness consumes even the most bold of hearts
and death grasps the souls of the righteous
The light continues to follow its demise
a crack of sticks under foot
The shuffling of creatures unknown
The hiss of the silent unknown wind
The unwary approach me
Unknowing of there death resides in the darkness
She becomes visible in the yellow moonlight
her beauty is revealed
brown hair
green eyes
her soul untormenting
My heart begs to leave her unharmed
The taint inside forever grows though
so i approach her
death approaches her
My howl to weaken the hearts of the strongest
though she stands firm with love in her heart
My taint grows ever stronger
My murderous rage ready for another unwelcome soul
But yet she remains calm
Love remains in her heart
I howl ready once again to take life
But the rage
It is gone
Warmth returns to my blood
My heart resumes control
My form of the natural and once again i can love
She had placed a hand on the chest of a beast
and that hands remains still on the chest of a man
I have been saved from the beast
and i love her for it
But the beast remains
resting now
the beast now no longer answers to the moon
the beast now tamed answers to love.
poem by Daniel Laurence
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A Fisherman's Baby
Oh hush, little baby, thy papa's at sea;
The big billows rock him as mamma rocks thee.
He hastes to his dear ones o'er billows of foam;
Then sleep, little darling, till papa comes home.
Sleep, little baby; hush, little baby;
Papa is coming, no longer to roam.
The shells and the pebbles, all day tossed about,
Are lulled into sleep by the tide ebbing out.
The tired shore slumbers, stretched out in the sand,
While the waves hurry off at mid-ocean's command.
Then hush, little darling; sleep, little darling;
Sleep, baby, rocked by thy mother's own hand.
The winds that have rollicked all day in the west
Are hushed into sleep on the calm evening's breast.
The boats that were out with the wild sea at play
Are now rocked to sleep in the arms of the bay.
Then rest, little baby; sleep, little baby;
Papa will come at the break of the day.
Sleep, little darling; too soon thou wilt be
A man like thy father, to sail o'er the sea.
Then sleep will not come at thy bidding or prayer,
For thou wilt be harassed by danger and care.
Then sleep, little darling; rest, little baby;
Rest whilst thou may, dear, and sleep whilst thou dare.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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If Power Alone Was the Ingredient
Is the power to be divisive,
Power given to provide one's own defeat?
Is the power to induce conflict misdirected?
Since this power driven,
Produces more of a madness.
Clear and complete.
If power alone was the ingredient,
To satisfy the masses as an instrument for peace.
Why does that power increase chaos?
And why is there little of that peace released?
If power alone was the ingredient,
To satisfy the masses as an instrument for peace!
Especially when no mention is made,
To a mixture fixed in spirituality...
With intent of purpose displayed to save!
If religiously applied,
By those who say...
They pray faithfully and obey!
And to 'who' and 'what'...
Generates a response to inflict those solutions,
To confuse with permission...
The ones listening who become impressed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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libido Dominandi
A Latin term known as 'Libido Dominandi'
Refers to corrupt politicians' 'Lust for power'
Who care not for the people, who elect them,
As promises from lying mouths, all too often sour
They cannot be counted on to do wats expected
Their only focus to do/say things to get elected
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