The Blade
I am a blade of no ill repute, I'll never slice you, upwards I shoot,
Tall and thin though I am, I'm no animal nor am I a man,
I go where I please, here and there, some places I'm everywhere,
You may cut me, trim me, and pluck me when you're bored,
I claim the hills, the valleys, I claim the ground unscathed by man's wrath,
I am a blade, broad and straight, I'm always early and never too late,
You wage war and spill blood over me, You ruin me and give me life,
I go where I please mostly unhindered, you may fall on me and remain uninjured,
You have all seen me in one place or another for I do not hide, for I am better on either side,
I hold your world together but I am no hero, no one praises me, not one, zero,
Without my kind working together I would die in the simplest weather,
I am a blade strong and true, alone I am useless, nothing to prove,
I remain long after you've gone from this place, I do not boast, this is no race,
Nature will take it's coarse and eventually I will die, more like me will come and shoot for the sky,
The animals of the land bite me and eat me, some animals do so with haste, born anew within their waste,
A field bereft of my presence may seem like desecration, simply the result of a bovine and rumination,
I am the mighty blade by my own decree, I spread across the land as far as you can see,
I'm not trying to rule the world, I'm only being me.
poem by Ruik Caldorn
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Razor Blade Alley
Oooo I didnt talk too much, in fact not at all
But to ask for the price I was to be no fool,
Moneys no time to waste or to shoot up the wall
Yyou got the know how, the place did you take media school
She led the way from the alley back to her house
Must not be seen going in must not be seen coming out.
She said I looked mighty but thin
She told me im gonna give you a second helping
Oooo razor blade alley, Ive been there,
Razor blade alley neither of us cared
It was the prime time but the wrong place
It was my first time, I hope my last date
Im just to shy to check in, but this pain of these razors is cutting in
Oooh felt like a knight without shining armour on at the time
She thought she was in a dream, floating up on cloud nine
Now I awake,
She is nowhere,
But the razor cuts deeper everywhere.
song performed by by Madness
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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For everyone
Sky looked naked
As if some one had staked
Claim over vast kingdom
The king might have fled away to return seldom
Not a single movement of cloud
No thunder and absolutely no sound
Sun was blazing at its zenith
No one could forecast what was beneath
The eyes gave way for few tears to be dropped
I was fearful of consequences but had not hoped
Such a calamity in near future to take place
The threat loomed large for entire mankind or race
What would animals do?
How would they come off to go through?
Entire year without green grass or fodder
So much load now rests on our shoulder
The earth has developed cracks
Wells have gone dry and so much is at stake
Vultures may have field day
As dead cattle may be pulled and thrown away
‘
Rain may not visit beautiful land
Not a blade of grass will be seen on grazing land
The thought itself sends me a shiver and cold
I thought of almighty as only secured fold
For many days I repeated prayers
It might have reached to him through many layers
I am sure He may hear to my pleas for animals
Men may arrange but what may animals wait for arrival?
I heard a big sound in the sky
The black clouds were ready to ply
The thunder made it's presence known
Rain was about to shower of its own
God must have heard it from animal side
We deserve no sympathy from any side
We have gone selfish and deserve none
He is smiling above to look after everyone
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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This balde
This blade was,
Once silver but,
Is now blood red.
What have I done,
I have to hide again,
The tears have fallen,
For another night.
My arm is now covered,
In blood red stains,
I wish i could erase,
All my pain.
The blade was sarrated,
The worst type of all,
Smooth ends are dated,
Just like blades that are small.
This blade was,
Once silver but,
Is now blood red.
What have I done,
I'm falling asleep,
Again
written 19th may 2010
poem by Jess Jayne
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Six Blade Knife
Your six blade knife can do anything for you
Anything you want it to
One blade for breaking my heart
One blade for tearing me apart
Your six blade knife-do anything for you
You can take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin
When you come up from behind and lay it down cold on my skin
Took a stone from my soul when I was lame
Just so you could make me tame
You take away my mind like you take away the top of a tin
Id like to be free of it now - I dont want it no more
Id like to be free of it now - you know I dont want it no more
Everybody got a knife it can be just what they want it to be
A needle a wife or something that you just cant see
You know it keeps you strong
Yes and itll do me wrong
Your six blade knife - do anything for you
song performed by by Dire Straits
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Johnny Blade
Tortured and twisted, he walks the streets alone
People avoid him, they know the streets his own
Cold blade of silver, his eyes they burn so wild
Mean as a tiger, societys own child
Go the tiger, burn in hate
You know you have to, johnny blade
Hes the meanest guy around his town
One look and he will cut you down
Johnny blade, johnny blade
Life has no meaning, and deaths his only friend
Will fate surprise him, where will he meet his end?
He feels so bitter, yes hes so full of hate
To die in the gutter, I guess thats johnnys fate
Rivals all across the land
He kills them with his knife in hand
Hes the meanest guy around his town
One look and he will cut you down
Johnny blade, johnny blade
Johnny blade, johnny blade
Well you know that johnnys a spider
And his web is the city at night
Hes a victim of modern frustration
Thats the reason hes so ready to fight
Hes the one that should be afraid
What will happen to you, johnny blade?
Oh he knows his futures decided
And he aint gonna change it, no way
He was born to die in the gutter
Hell keep fighting 'till the end of his days
Been alone all through his life
His only friend is a switchblade knife
Hes the one who should be afraid
What will happen to you, johnny blade?
You fool the people
Whos fooling who?
Its time to listen
Whos fool are you?
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Blade There are worse things out tonight than vampires. Dr. Karen Jenson Like what Blade Like me.
My New Best Friend The Blade
i love my new best friend the blade
It cuts the pain away out of my body
I love my new best friend The blade
As i cut into my skin a smile appears
I love my new best friend the blade
As the blood drip from my bestfriend
I love my best friend the blade
It takes the pain away for a short time
Cant Wait to see my best friend
poem by Ari Castillo
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I Fight Today
Numb is what I feel
Today I dream black
I've turned my blood to steal
To withhold the sharpened tact
Though the world tears me down
I stand here tall and sure
My battle cry now I sound
Begin a new war tour
I shall not be so easily felled
Cut down here where I stand
My anger not so easily quelled
A backlash I shall land
My blade is raised against you
My armor light and swift
I will move my blade true
Through you I'll cut a rift
Separate you from your will
As you tried to do to me
This is the most brutal kill
Wait and you are sure to see
When you yourself no longer dream
The pain will come at night
And dull at first it may seem
Your fear will grow to fright
You yourself shall end your own
I will do no more
You yourself the end has shown
Fate has made end for
poem by John Dillenger II
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Blade You better wake up. The world you live in is nothing but a sugarcoated topping There is another world beneath it. And if you want to survive it you better learn how to PULL THE TRIGGER
Razor blade
Razor blade razor blade
Sharpe glass shards
Knife blades
And all things sharpe.
These are my only friends
They slice into my flesh
Crimson blood flows.
Blood and sharps
Their my only friends
Razor sharp
To cut my skin
Get the badness out
Leaving trails of blood
Many scars left behind
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Wolves
(Wolf Howls)
I'm not a hunter but i am told,
that, uh, in places like in the arctic,
where indiginous people sometimes might, might, hunt a wolf,
they'll take a double edged blade,
and they'll put blood on the blade,
and they'll melt the ice and stick the handle in the ice,
so that only the blade is protruding,
and that a wolf will smell the blood and wants to eat,
and it will come and lick the blade trying to eat,
and what happens is when the wolf licks the blade,
of course, he cuts his tongue, and he bleeds,
and he thinks he's really having a good thing,
and he drinks and he licks and he licks,
and of course he is drinking his own blood and he kills himself,
thats what the Imperialists did with us with crack cocaine,
you have these young brothers out there who think they are getting something
they gonna make a living with,
they is getting something they can buy a car,
like the white people have cars, why can't i have a car?
they getting something they can get a piece of gold,
white people have gold, why can't i have gold?
they getting something to get a house,
white people have a house, why can't i have a house?
and they actually think that theres something thats bringing resources to them,
but they're killing themsleves just like the wolf was licking the blade,
and they're slowly dying without knowing it.
thats whats happening to the community, you with me on that?
thats exactly, precisely what happens to the community,
and instead of blaming the hunter who put the damn handle and blade in the ice
for the wolf,
that what happens is the wolf gets the blame, gets the blame for trying to live,
thats what happens in our community,
you don't blame the person, the victim,
you blame the oppressor, Imperialism, white power is the enemy,
was the enemy when it first came to Africa,
and snatched up the first African brothers here against our will,
isss the enemy today,
and thats the thing that we have to understand.
(Clapping)
song performed by by Dead Prez
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Samurai-The Grit
the blade that settle in the land of the rising sun,
a course of wind that blew to the orient seas,
holding on to stand away from the foreign land,
its beauty allure, the cherry blossom's aura, to
the might of the ancient samurai, steadfastly
awake the vigor of the mystic Fuji mountain
oh, a throne that you live forever, a crystal clear
of snow you give to live, stand as you hold, the
stuff you made, the blade that shield, to gun
powder, you take
ambient triumph, you make, in the century you
take, keep me know that you are a nation of
people whose shintoism belief as it flows, where
elements of nature is balance
live as you go, to the land where the rising sun
stand, where the horizon of light passes the night,
in the breeze of the pacific ocean, lay a nation
that is free
as you go, let our dream brings......its light....that
beyond that rays....our race live forever
poem by Antonio Liao
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The Final Moments
Thoughts of you continue
Trying to forget it all
Just doesnt seem to happen
The thought to end it all
May just be my only way out
The blade in my hand
Is what will bring me the peace
I so desperatly need
The memories of you
I see again and again
Until ive had enough
Through my heart the blade now rest
My breathing slows
As i fall to the floor
The blood pours
Until it could no more
I lay there in a pool of blood
As my eyes close
And the heartbeat stops
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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The Sweetest Crime
After committing the forbidden act
Totally without remorse or conscience
She paused then licked the blade,
From back to edge
Along the diagonal
From heel to tip
Cold smooth steel,
Across the coarse textured tongue
Risked the wound of muted silence
Condemnation and isolation,
Cautiously peered guiltily around the room
Grew confident by being undetected
Energized with unfettered bravado
Perpetuated another blow
Plunged the blade deeper and twisting
Decisively withdrawing it to her lips
She was free
Overwhelmed with a sense of elation
Untouchable and above the law
The blade glinted menacingly,
She removed the jam cleanly.
poem by Danny Draper
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Bang Bang Bang
What you go and do
You go and give the boy a gun
Now there aint place to run to
Aint no place to run to
When he hold it in his hand
He feel mighty he feel strong
Now there aint no place to run to
Aint no place to run
One day he may come back
Repay us for what weve done
Then where you gonna run to
Where you gonna run
But one fine day
All our problems will be solved
Bang bang bang
Well shoot him down
Give him drugs and give him candy
Anything to make him think hes happy
And he wont ever come for us
He wont ever come
But if he does
And if theres no one else around
Bang bang bang
Well shoot him down
If he preys only on his neighbors
Brothers sisters and friends
Well consider it a favor
Well consider justice done
But if he comes for you or me
And we can place a gun in his hand
Bang bang bang
Well shoot him dead
What you go and do
You go and give the boy a gun
Now there aint no place to run to
Aint no place to run
Now well all be at his mercy
If he decides to hunt us down
Cause there aint no place to run to
Aint no place to run
If he wants the chances that you took from him
And nothing that you own
Then therell be no place to run to
Therell be no place to run
And if he finds himself to be
A reflection of us all
Bang bang bang
Hell shoot us down
Before you can raise your eyes to read
The writing on the wall
Bang bang bang
Hell shoot you down
Before you can bridge the gulf between
And embrace him in your arms
Bang bang bang
Hell shoot you down
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Blade of fate
The blade of fate lay over my neck forceful and blatant
Cold But withered like a willow tree whistling like a raven
Black and sharpened with the thorn of my heart pierced through my body
Thee knows my quarrels and thee knows my pain that indeed I am hearty
For the fate
of the blade
that lay Hovering over me bares my ever growing load of her rose that is heavy laden.
Oh the blade of fate has wearied me upon the the deathly road I take for nothingness is where I'll lay in.
A field of my fate is where I lay and where I hear the call of the raven.
poem by Daegonius Bonapartea
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Believe it or not
'Believe or don't believe' does not alter the situation
It needs firm belief and thought evaluation
Whoever has brought us on earth or gave new life
We may always need strength to walk on edge of knife
Let us not believe in His existence
Still it will need good following with insistence
Morality and behavior may always be corner stone
Life without such ideals may just be waste and simple gone.
We know it well that we have not descended simply like that
No where you will have exact writings with effect to state
It is common knowledge that there is some factor behind
We need to thank and does not go after reasons to find
No a blade of grass grows without His consent
In every particles He is there and not absent
What else you need as proof not to take note of?
You can remain different or even laugh at
It is altogether different if you accept his presence?
Not believing in any shape but only essence
It is not matter of any dispute as we have broad consensus
There may be some very good points either plus or minus
Let us make one point very clear and that is God is omni present
He is felt everywhere and no one can claim he is absent
It is respected in every quarter even though some opinion may differ
Yet we have so much to pray for an willingly to offer
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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NO more SUNSHINE
A new morning arrives but I can't see the sun rise.
All I see is the darken clouds in my light-less skies.
Heavy rain pours down from the clouds on my worn surface
Lighten strike thunder roars another hard hit to embrace
Wind so bitter my skins feel like it's being slice with a razor blade
Everything is being up rooted by the wind that won't fade
I am hold on for life but I seen no end to this destructive force
It's not a known storm; no weather man could've seen the source
It's more like a predator/a carnivore and I'm the main course
Eating at my heart and soul nothing left no remorse
It's the darkness of storm on my most terrifying of days
I prefer my skin get slice repeated with Chicago wind's razor blade
No more tears can fall from these dark clouds of this rain storm
I must accept this faith/find my shelter, and move on
It's easy for me to say now but without you my divine
I feel the rest of my days I will have NO more SUNSHINE
poem by LoKis White
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Beauty of Spring
it starts with the grass
slowly, blade by blade
growing, sprouting, covering
while more beauty is made
the green of the grass
then the green of the trees
slowly, but early showing
the small but budding leaves
the early flowers
pouring color and beauty
a still bland land
but now with color to see
the birds coming back
with their squawks and their tweets
the bround growing warm
beneathe my bare feet
the bunnies and the squirrels
the turtles and the snakes
the fish swimming free
in the thawing lakes
the beauty of Spring
with new life all around!
the coming of pure beauty
with the thawing ground
poem by Kellsey Hartmann
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Just Fiction
My blade is my very own metallic potion,
Its edge helps me control this dark emotion,
The pain melts away as if it were ice on a summer day,
My blood represents my pain unhurriedly flowing away,
To distance my mind from the pain,
I grab my blade and press it to my vein,
I slide it slowly so I can enjoy watching my blood spill,
You will never understand how I love the comforting chill,
The pain is my addiction,
But you think my pain is just fiction,
You think its all for attention,
You don’t understand my coping invention.
The one I have created to get out of this depression
poem by J.T. Solomon
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