Why Is It…
You ask;
“Why is it Ray you always dress in black?
Do you mourn the dying and the dead?
Is it because soldiers come home in sacks,
Or on TV see jihad Muslims behead? ”
“Do you mourn Mother Earth they trash?
For laying waste to once lush forest lands?
A greedy few who sell their souls for cash,
Who on Liberty’s apron wipe bloody hands? ”
I answer;
Today and more tomorrows, I’ll wear black
Till peace upon a troubled Earth prevails
When evil ones let go and give power back
When balance returns to “Justice Scales”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Never Mourn At My Funeral
Never mourn at my funeral
Because i'm not dead but sleeping
And relaxing on Abraham's bossom
Never mourn at my funeral
You that come in view to mourning
But within you, you're here to mock
Because my poetry has once expose your secret-deeds
Throw my body where you please
Or let it be dismembered
Never mourn at my funeral
You the insect that bites my daffodils
And you who want my fish to swim on a dry earth
Throw me on a stormy sea
Where Jonah fell
But its a glorious shame
I can never sight the river bank of Joppa
Never mourn at my funeral
You that come in my maker's name
Just to bless my end
Go thy way and search for lust souls
Wear them a garment pure as snow
Before they lie low with me
And journey hell eternal
Never mourn at my funeral
But mourn for we're debtors of death
poem by Adesitimi Taiwo
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No Power On Earth
The British Empire has a flag that flies throughout the World
And no power on earth can pull it down
It stands for peace and liberty where e’er our flag’s unfurled
But no power on earth can pull it down
We still can sing our good old song “Britannia Rules the Waves’
It’s just as true today that Britons never shall be slaves
The Union Jack still flies on high in spite of finnish knaves
‘Cos no power on earth can pull it down.
No power on earth can pull it down
That’s no foolish idle boast or brag
England, Ireland and gallant little Wales
Are united round our dear old flag
Scotland sends their Highlanders and proud of them we are
As soldiers they have gained world famed renown
The Scots are finely built - he’s the man that wears the kilt
And no power on earth can pull it down.
The man is sure to rise in life that sits down on a tack
But no power on earth can pull him down
The undervest I’m wearing is half way up me back
And no power on earth can pull it down
To all these rabid profiteers a lesson we must teach
The price of food is out of every humble person’s reach
Our chickens they are laying eggs at four pence halfpenny each
And - er - no power on earth can make you buy them.
No power on earth can pull it down
Winston Chruchill sold us all a pup
He tries with might and main, but when it starts to rain
He hasn’t got the power to push it up
We still have women on the land that do the work of men
They don’t dress like the girls do in the town
Every country Mary Ann is wearing trousers like a man
And -the second house begins at nine o’ clock.
poem by Billy Bennett
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Patience
Red! Red! Red!
Is there no black?
Red like the bloody earth, this pack!
Knaves! Kings! Queens!- all red!
Where are the black?
Shuffle again!
Will not the other cards come back?
The only cards to clear the brain!
Dear God, ‘twill crack!
Shuffle again!
Red! Red! Red!
Black! Black! Black!
Is there no red?
Has all the blood on earth been shed?
Each Queen! Each King! and every Jack!
Where are the red?
Shuffle again!
Has blood within the world all bled?
The millions mourning for the slain?
The million dead?
Shuffle again!
Black! Black! Black!
poem by Leon Gellert
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Archangel of Death
Over fields of War soars the Raven, on wings of Death he flies
He sees the clash of bone and sword, hears the dying cries
Flies above the bloodied earth, his wings black out the sun
Come to collect the honored dead, each and every one
Angel of Death, Azrael, the Bloody Reaper Grim
Raven of Death, Herder of Souls, the Black Winged Seraphim
His face shrouded in shadow, in his hands a blackened sword
The Angel in Black, Collector of Souls, darkest servant of the Lord
The Raven soars the skies of earth, to collect men's final breath
Azrael, the Reaper Grim, Archangel of Death.
poem by Tim Vallie
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Pollution
Tell me is it right
That we sleep well at night
Replenishing ourselves
For tomorrows greedy fight
There lie abundant rivers with pollution
There fly multiple clouds with contamination
And when good food goes to waste
The valleys of the earth bury their paste
Our world is an institution
Of environmental pollution
We choose not to care
For our future generations
And I for one am guilty
For buying the hundreds of electronic gadgets
That attracts the industries to produce like maggots
Environmental pollution is at the heart of our planet
The forests are dying
Wild life is crying
Millions of fish are dying
Mother earth is sighing
Tell me is it right
That we sleep well at night
Replenishing ourselves
For tomorrows greedy fight
Overcrowded trains
Overloaded brains
Where is the light? What is our plight?
While rivers break their banks
And greedy industries play their polluted pranks
Copyright 2011 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Libra Man
Sensitive, intelligent, wise
Strives to balance scales
For truth he doth agonize
Knows that peace prevails
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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False Peace
The fear that is upon the Earth
Causes men to quake
The fear of an atomic war
Is more than man can take.
Of course they seek a saviour
A man to bring them peace
If he comes from God or Satan
The UN said, 'he shall increase'
For this world will give him power
In return for the peace he brings
They will worship and adore him
Sell their souls for many things.
But the peace that he will bring
Will be but a lie from hell
For Satan cannot give man peace
Though a truth in this I'll tell.
Now the prince of the air
Will be given his own place
By the Earth's United Nations
'cause they have refused God's peace through grace.
Now the prince of the air is Satan
And he seeks to rule the Earth
The New Age folk will give him this
For they have not second birth.
And in time atomic war may come
A destruction wrought with fire
Satan's peace confirms his name
As the eternal liar.
But true peace comes from God alone
And in Yeshua the Messiah is found
Not troubled by atomic war -
God's peace is Calvary's ground! !
'Therefore being justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Yeshua the Messiah'
Romans 5: 1
poem by Richard Merrell
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The Dead Feast of the Kol-Folk
We have opened the door,
Once, twice, thrice!
We have swept the floor,
We have boiled the rice.
Come hither, come hither!
Come from the far lands,
Come from the star lands,
Come as before!
We lived long together,
We loved one another;
Come back to our life.
Come father, come mother,
Come sister and brother,
Child, husband, and wife,
For you we are sighing.
Come take your old places,
Come look in our faces,
The dead on the dying,
Come home!
We have opened the door,
Once, twice, thrice!
We have kindled the coals,
And we boil the rice
For the feast of souls.
Come hither, come hither!
Think not we fear you,
Whose hearts are so near you.
Come tenderly thought on,
Come all unforgotten,
Come from the shadow-lands,
From the dim meadow-lands
Where the pale grasses bend
Low to our sighing.
Come father, come mother,
Come sister and brother,
Come husband and friend,
The dead to the dying,
Come home!
We have opened the door
You entered so oft;
For the feast of souls
We have kindled the coals,
And we boil the rice soft.
Come you who are dearest
To us who are nearest,
Come hither, come hither,
From out the wild weather;
The storm clouds are flying,
The peepul is sighing;
Come in from the rain.
Come father, come mother,
Come sister and brother,
Come husband and lover,
Beneath our roof-cover.
Look on us again,
The dead on the dying,
Come home!
We have opened the door!
For the feast of souls
We have kindled the coals
We may kindle no more!
Snake, fever, and famine,
The curse of the Brahmin,
The sun and the dew,
They burn us, they bite us,
They waste us and smite us;
Our days are but few
In strange lands far yonder
To wonder and wander
We hasten to you.
List then to our sighing,
While yet we are here
Nor seeing nor hearing,
We wait without fearing,
To feel you draw near.
O dead, to the dying
Come home!
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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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
ROTMS
“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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My Bloody Valentine
Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
I ripped out
His throat
And called you on the telephone
To take off
My disguise
Just in time to hear you cry when you...
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
The night he died
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
One last time
Singin'...
Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
I don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
There was
Police and
Flashing lights
The rain came down so hard that night and the
Headlines read
A lover died
No tell-tale heart was left to find when you...
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
The night he died
You mourn the death of your bloody valentine
One last time
Singin'...
Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
I don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
Tonight
He dropped you off, I followed him home
Then I, I stood outside his bedroom window
Standing over him, he begged me not to do
What I knew I had to do cause I'm so in love with you
Oh, my love
Please don't cry
I'll wash my bloody hands and
We'll start a new life
I don't know much at all
I don't know wrong from right
All I know is that I love you tonight
Tonight
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Lorcas Novena
Ignacio lay dying in the sand
A single red rose clutched in a dying hand
The women wept to see their hero die
And the big black birds gathered in the sky
Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
The years went by and then the killers came
And took the men and marched them up the hill of pain
And lorca the faggot poet they left till last
Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse
Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
The killers came to mutilate the dead
But ran away in terror to search the town instead
But lorcas corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away
And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying
Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows
Intercede with him tonight
For all of our tomorrows
song performed by by Pogues
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Jihad
Jihad means struggle
In Islam most of the times
It refers to holy war
Jihad is the defense of Islam
If there was no Jihad
There would be no Islam
Jihad is obligatory for those
Who are driven away
From their motherland forcibly
Moreover
Jihad becomes obligatory
If the unbelievers wage War
Against the Muslims
Without any provocation
From the latter
However
Jihad is not obligatory
For the sick, women and children
Killing of innocent unbelievers
Is not supported by Islam
Thanks to Islam’s motto of peace
poem by Asif Andalib
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Mark Twain and Joan of Arc
When Yankee soldiers reach the barricade
Then Joan of Arc gives each the accolade.
For she is there in armor clad, today,
All the young poets of the wide world say.
Which of our freemen did she greet the first,
Seeing him come against the fires accurst?
Mark Twain, our Chief, with neither smile nor jest,
Leading to war our youngest and our best.
The Yankee to King Arthur's court returns.
The sacred flag of Joan above him burns.
For she has called his soul from out the tomb.
And where she stands, there he will stand till doom.
But I, I can but mourn, and mourn again
At bloodshed caused by angels, saints, and men.
poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Evil Is Live Reversed
When life is not cherished evil is created.
Earth is very crowded because souls are;
being sent here from all over the galaxy,
since Earth is a training ground for evil.
Earth ceases being a training center soon,
when all participants will get the opportunity
to see the direct consequences of not cherishing,
the Earth and one another.
If you cherish life, you will see the,
ascension of Earth beyond evil.
If you do not cherish life, you will experience the,
“Apocalypse”…a destruction of your own making.
“EVIL is LIVE reversed”
(Inspired by the most brilliant BHC)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Justice Of The Peace
(ian hunter)
Its such a terrible shame it was only a game
Then her brothers found out seven johnny be goodes
We was only pretending at mummys and daddys
They totally misunderstood
Oh what a terrible plight what a terrible fight
It was too much to bear her father said ere
I think you better sign its a letter designed
To have you married by the first of the year
Get the justice of the peace
Get the justice get the justice of the peace
Oh get the justice of the peace
Get the justice get the justice of the peace
If you want to play with fire
Youll get yourself burned
I was messing with the ashes
But look at how it turned out
Get the justice of the peace
Get the justice get the justice of the peace
Oh what a terrible waste such a shocking disgrace
To give me away Im too young to die
A shotgun wedding heading straight for the sky
And Im shy mary ellen Im shy y y y
Get the justice of the peace
Get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
Come on!
Get the justice of the peace
Get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
When your chips go down
You came on the dice
Forget the mississippi
Take some friendly advice
Get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
(give it to me old chum)
Get the justice of the peace
Get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
Get the justice of the peace
Get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
If you want to play with fire
Youll get yourself burned
And I was messing with the ashes
And look at how it turned out
Ill get the justice get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice get the justice of the peace
Ill get the justice Ill get the justice of the peace
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Fifth Commandment
“Honor thy Father and Mother”
Wise words, for those that heed
Ignored, as brother kills brother
For on the breast of war they feed
For eons women have met dishonor
Their body, men rape and plunder
Power hungry men who will barter
Wives/children, then sit and ponder;
When?
Patriarchal rule of Earth shall cease
Masculine/Feminine balance restored
Warring Nations frame a lasting peace
Retire weapons, of their own accord
Behold!
Mother of men/Mother Earth again revered
No more shall they be abused and domineered
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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The Burdens of All
We may sigh o'er the heavy burdens
Of the black, the brown and white;
But if we all clasped hands together
The burdens would be more light.
How to solve life's saddest problems,
Its weariness, want and woe,
Was answered by One who suffered
In Palestine long ago.
He gave from his heart this precept,
To ease the burdens of men,
"As ye would that others do to you
Do ye even so to them."
Life's heavy, wearisome burdens
Will change to a gracious trust
When men shall learn in the light of God
To be merciful and just.
Where war has sharpened his weapons,
And slavery masterful had,
Let white and black and brown unite
To build the kingdom of God.
And never attempt in madness
To build a kingdom or state,
Through greed of gold or lust of power,
On the crumbling stones of hate.
The burdens will always he heavy,
The sunshine fade into night,
Till mercy and justice shall cement
The black, the brown and the white.
And earth shall answer with gladness,
The herald angel's refrain,
When "Peace on earth, good will to men"
Was the burden of their strain.
poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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Give Yourself A Chance
Since thousands of years
Colors and religions are fighting against each other
But - where ever you are
Who ever you are
Give yourself a chance
For peace on earth
I'm back with the track
I'm white not black
But the color doesn't matter
So now step back
Brown or black or white no matter what
You now what time it is
It's time to say enough
Cause every nation in a situation
You know its time for a combination
See what they spray up on the wall
Stop the war
That's not your fault
Give yourself a chance
Right now
Give yourself a chance
For peace on earth
Give yourself a chance
Right now
Give yourself a chance
For peace on earth
You better listen
To what i got to say
I got the mic in my hand and i am on my way
It's not terminator, not superman
Not a bad story of the ku-klux-klan
It's like a picture
And it starts to shine
It's bright in colors, so open your mind
Give yourself a chance
Take it in your hand
Give yourself a chance
Got to understand
There's a nightmare were dreaming of
Cold violence and war
What we are living for
Is love we adore
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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Black Dog Running
Today while driving a rural road
just a few minutes from my house,
I saw a black dog running toward me on
the right shoulder of the road,
Although it was but a split-second,
the black dog’s eyes met mine…
I asked myself;
Where is he going?
What’s his name?
What’s his purpose?
What does he think about?
What does he feel?
Is the black dog a metaphor for me?
I asked myself:
Where am I going?
What’s my name?
What’s my purpose?
What do I think about?
What do I feel?
Am I a metaphor for the black dog?
How does the black dog help balance nature?
How do I help balance nature?
I then realized,
The black dog and I were,
one and the same! Two creatures,
defining the present and future in
any given moment with our aliveness!
“Life, not purpose is what really matters”
I glanced at the rear view mirror
and saw the black dog grow
smaller and smaller,
His tail was happily wagging,
and seemed to say…
“Glad to see that you finally get it, Ray”
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Your Cash Ain't Nothing But Trash
(c. calhoun)
Walking down the main drag one night
I met a fine chick that looked- just right
She stopped in and i flashed my roll
I told her she could have all of my dough
She turned around, and with a fround
She said this ain't no circus and i don't need a clown
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
So there ain't no need in your hangin' around
Just to make the hit with that chick
I tried to get a cadillac right quick
The man at the place looked so strange
I had nine hundred bucks and some change
We disagreed, i tried to pleed
He said i ain't no chicken and i don't need your feed
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Then brother you're crawling we passed your speed
I'm walking and countin my bucks
The man with the gun said hands up
I tried to get away but i was too slow
He caught me and took all of my dough
I heard him shout, as he cut out
"you really lost nothing what you're crying about?"
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
And he took my watch and i passed out
I woke in the arms of a big cop
Police station next stop
The judge swung his fist down plunk plunk
Twenty dollar fine 'cause you're drunk
Dig up the dough, and you can go
And all i had was a buffalo
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
Your cash ain't nothin' but trash
But i sure better get me some more
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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