Voiceless
Crisp and tight, a parallel voice
of black stars talks to sky, protesting
the presence of ultimate outsider, when
everybody was a partner of collective
guilt in nightscape.
What was the center of fight in elite
members? The unhindered ego or claim
of bland crumbs of authority? The innocents
so many, on streets, surrounding a red
smudge, liberty, watching her personification, who
sleeps here!
Whom it burns? As the blood spurts
from the chest of a white stone.
• On the death of Neda Agha Soltan in Tehran on 20st June 09
poem by Satish Verma
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Authority Song
They like to get you in a compromising position
They like to get you there and smille in your face
They think, theyre so cute when they got you in that condition
Well I think, its a total disgrace
Chorus:
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I been doing it, since I was a young kid
Ive come out grinnin
I fight authority, authority always wins
So I call up my preacher
I say: gimme strenght for round 5
He said: you dont need no strength, you need to grow up, son
I said: growing up leads to growing old and then to dying,
And dying to me dont sound like all that much fun
Chorus:
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I been doing it, since I was a young kid
Ive come out grinnin
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I been doing it, since I was a young kid
Ive come out grinnin
I fight authority, authority always wins
Oh no
Oh no
I fight authority, authority always wins
Chorus:
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I been doing it, since I was a young kid
Ive come out grinnin
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I been doing it, since I was a young kid
Ive come out grinnin
I fight authority, authority always wins
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Soweto Flames
In 1976
In Soweto
The time was 7 o'clock
It was 16th of June
Children marching
Through the streets
Children chanting
On the streets
Protesting against Afrikaans
Protesting against Afrikaners
Children were gunned
For protesting against Afrikaners language
Children were gassed
For protecting African language
Afrikaans language
Afrikaners language
Africans baggage
poem by Barati Lesetlhe
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Indictment Against Entire Nations
Collective Guilt Is Groundless.
Guilt is individual as is salvation.
Collective guilt cannot enforced be
laid upon innocence preadolescent.
Vengeance reparations cause wars?
No indictment exists
nor means rationally
for law creating crime
as collective nations
shame blame guilt.
Penalty culpability
regret responsibility
admissions of evils
For the Indictment
of an entire nation.
Least free-born blood
of race righteousness.
Condemned in error.
Cry out from ground
in accusation against us.
Evil must be cleansed
to source malignant.
Before humanity can
collectively throw off. Weight
cavitation chains walk free.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Breakaway
(chuckle? )
The loud mornin in the small town cries
You gotta get away
And someones throwin in the prize
They dont wanna stay
The streets are quiet like the stars
Moonlight puts on a chill
You gotta get yourself outta here
You always ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ha
Oh black rider feels alright
Oh persian dreams china white
Where you gonna go tonight
You gotta breakaway
Well you gotta breakaway
Uh people move between themselves
Without on purpose touching
Always nearly dark and frantic
In the corner people clutching
The dance-o-rama it burns ? ? ? ? ?
Hiding screams of passion
The nightwatch city it melts away
Oh keepin up with fashion
Oh black rider feels alright
Oh persian dreams china white
Oo, where you gonna stay tonight
You gotta breakaway
You gotta breakaway
Oh black rider feels alright
Come on chase the dragon
Time is tight=20
Time is tight
You gotta breakaway
Breakaway
Oh time is tight
Yeah
Time is so tight
You gotta breakaway
You gotta breakaway
song performed by by Cars
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Love You To Death
Marriage isn't always black and white
It is on this subject I feel I must write
Sometimes it's black and blue
Like it was that night
The night of their first fight
'For better or for worse'
Things were so much better at first
She feels the worse is yet to come
But better days...
She hopes there will be some
'To have and to hold'
Behind those walls he could be so cold
Marriage isn't always black and white
Sometimes it isn't even right
Even when you try with all your might
Because sometimes it's red
As red as the blood she bled
The blood she bled from her stubborn head
'From this day foward'
She tried to understand the love he had for her
and the hell she had to endure
'Til death do you part'
I know she loved him with all her heart
She gave her blood and her tears
And told no one of her fears
Right up to her very last breath
When she finally let him love her to death
poem by Dyna Misery
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Black and White and Red
Black and White
And Red I see
Demons they do
Torture me
Black and White
And Red all day
The voices are real
Or so they say
Black and White
And Red abound
I'm lost I call
I'm never found
Black and White
And Red flow out
I scream but you
Don't hear me shout
Black and White
And Red so bright
Exit blood and
Enter light
Black and White
And Red of death
Now I breathe
My final breath
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Black and White
My world is black and white,
The colors I see is black and white,
Hold me tight,
Don’t let me go,
See the tears I have cried,
Listen to my cry,
Look into my eyes,
My world is black and white,
Cut my wrist,
Black my eyes,
Blacken these thoughts I think of,
Black and white is all I can see,
The tears is all I can feel,
Feel me fading away,
Watching myself falling apart,
Look deep into my eyes,
Can you see me,
Can you feel the pain I feel,
I don’t understand why I am feeling this sad,
All the moments that once we shared has faded away like others have,
I never did tried to see the beyond the black and white clouds,
I need to face what I have become,
I need to find my way back,
The black and white is all I can see and feel,
My world has been black and white.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Outsider
Outsider
Someone else is in your arms tonight
While Im all alone and blue
Someone else will kiss and hold you tight
Just the way I used to do
I used to be your love
And now Im your used to be
Outsider, thats me
Youll be dancing cheek to cheek with him
To our favorite melody
And the tender words you speak to him
Will be words you spoke to me
Once I was in your hearts
Now someone else holds the key
Outsider, thats me
*I want you so much (so much)
I can look (you can look) but must not touch
I keep waiting for the phone to ring
But I know its all in vain
When you left me you took everything
But the memories and the pain
I used to be your love
And now Im your used to be
Outsider, thats me
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Black Mirror
Black Vs White
White Vs black
the mirror is against me
Or am i against the mirror?
we ARE the black Vs white
we are the dawn, battling the night
we are the stars in the evening sky
and we are the blood spilled in the hollow, dark night
we are brother and sister
Relatives yet foes
we will destroy each other
for you can't have one without the other
you look at me
i know your story
we will each scream in pain
and scream for glory
and watching the blood spill down your skin
i clutch your hand as the light dims
in killing you
i have killed myself
we are each others own personal black mirror
and as we fall down to the grave
i look at you as you try to pray
we may both die
but i have won
for the dark always covers the sun.
and as you cry while i clutch your hand
i whisper in your ear, so only you may hear
Dear brother, brother of mine
you are my black mirror
and now it is time.
poem by Kiele Kane
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White Heat, Red Hot
The fathers son, thy kingdom come, electric ecstasy,
Deliver us from all the fuss and give us sanctuary.
Lead us all into arena, magnificent in death.
Well let us serenade the sinner, well follow in his step.
White heat, red hot burns deep, white heat red hot.
The fury songs, venomous wrongs so rich in tragedy,
An overture forever more to senseless victories.
Give to us this day of glory the power and the kill
So we avoid the wrath and all the almighty fire of
White heat, red hot burns deep, white heat red hot.
The heats hot burns a lot.
Who are not cut out to fight this day will surely fall.
The few who stand to take command forever and ever are men.
Prepare to fight, unsheathe your scythe a ghastly beam of ill
To slice the life with blinding light and seventh dimensional skill.
The centuries of dedication inherited till at last
From years of solar gladiation can only end in
White heat, red hot burns deep, white heat red hot.
The heats hot burns a lot.
Who are not cut out to fight this day will surely fall.
The few who stand to take command forever and ever are men.
White heat
Red hot
White heat
Red hot
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Black Hooves, White Snow
black hooves, white snow
candlewax dripping,
water from a rusted spicket.
brass doorknobs,
forbidden rooms,
where spider webs cover
forgotten books.
and the chant of the ancients
rolls like thunder!
strike the bell, mountains quiver!
somewhere the gods of old
walk deserted streets,
while the shepherd kings
raise their flutes and play.
and the old mad monk
walks into the hills,
never to be seen,
or heard again.
black hooves, white snow
the taste of blood,
the smell of need.
bows drawn tight,
the archers wait
for the sun to rise
in a blackened sky.
the wheel turns
in the desert sand
(nothing ever stays the same)
water wears down stone
until it finds it's way.
while trees fall in
a desolate forest,
and the hawk flies alone
down through the gorge.
black hooves, white snow
till we find our way!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Ultimate
It's been a while since i've scarcely moved
The earth vibrates through my skinny shoes
I think i heard a voice, not long ago
Stuck in anxiety for tommorow
I think i glimpsed a smile, not long ago
It breaks down, an angelic halo
You're not alone....not alone
Be gone, he fades
I wonder if he'd run away
I miss his dashing steps
I miss his shiny compliments
Yesterdays without an address
The ultimate sunset...
My ultimate sunset....
Oh, inhaling obsession
Fading depression
I turn my lights on,
Denying aggression
And i run as fast as the horizon
While the evening's slowly rising
I reach the skies, with opened eyes
To catch the stars of different types
Not the rare one caught....yet
The ultimate sunset....
My ultimate sunset....
You're not alone...
Im here on my own...
Still i think im not alone...
As i lie my head on top of grass...
To praise the sky and everything vast...
Even with a wounded back....
I think im just going to relax.....
To watch this view...
Displaying you.....
The ultimate sunset
My ultimate sunset
And the sunrise that's yet to come...
Oh, my sunrise that's yet to come...
Oh, i will be waiting right here.....
Where you crawl beneath my fears....
A pulse or a shiver.....
Sweet rather than bitter....
Oh, i will be waiting for once.....
I will be watching the skies
I will be watching this life
For the ultimate sunrise....
My ultimate sunrise to come....
poem by Lubna Hazeem
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Outsider
(ian hunter)
Death be my mistress, guns be my wife
Breath is my witness and roads are my life
Just give my future's clean as a knife
Far on the way from l.a.
The sun heats the saddle, sand in my hair
Looking for water and there's sweat everywhere
Know that i'm nearer i smell damp air
I ain't tasted coffee for days
When the leaves are down i'll be southward bound
Hunters hunt the outsider.
When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,
Nothing holds the outsider
Just killed a man in a town called nightfall
Damned if i can't remember it all
My hand it was shaking but his talk it was tall
I paid for the funeral crew
And it seems like i never reach mexico
They're heading me off every place that i go
I'm sick of the fact that i've got to lay low
What else can an outsider do
I know they're near to me, i don't have to see
Just let me be the outsider
They ain't far behind, they're always on my mind
They won't find the outsider
The outsider
When the leaves are down i'll be southward bound
Hunter's haunt the outsider.
When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,
Nothing holds the outsider
The outsider. the outsider.
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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America.... Revolution, Or The Fall!
America, America,
your pale skinned death testifies!
the cross of your democracy laid down,
the blood on your hands names your guilt.
your bodies laid in soldiers' graves,
strewn across your planted fields.
while wild fires rage,
and your tenements boil,
as your children march to death.
the poverty of indifference,
strikes the bell that cannot ring.
while the wealthy drink the blood
of your disembodied men.
and your hallowed god turns his face,
disgusted by what he's seen.
blood sacrifices on your borders,
blood sacrifices in your mills.
your families driven from their homes,
while your prisons turn the wheel.
and the hungry walk your streets
wearing familiar shoes.
the haunting cry of liberty,
rattles against your walls.
while justice is bought and sold
in your sacred halls!
and the colors of eguality,
bleed into your angry streets.
your schools struck numb
by propaganda's thumb,
your daughters sold like meat.
America, America,
revolution, or the fall!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Depression State Of Mind
I would love to slice my leg and watch the blood run down in a stream.
I would love to put a gun to my head and blow my brains out thinking a happy scene.
I would love to rip my heart out of my chest and watch it make its last few throbbing beats.
I'd love to say goodbye and walk the lonely streets.
The lonely streets of death and depression where no one says a word.
The lonely streets of pain and sorrow where no one's voice is heard.
I hate myself from deep with in my core.
In my head i'm bleeding away my life laying on the stone cold floor.
I look in the mirror and see a corpse.
I look inside and notice everything hurts.
I know no one understands me and no one ever will.
I should just overdose on a bunch of pills.
Everyone i've ever trusted has let me down and ripped me apart.
Im left alone crying in the dark.
The tears that fall turn into blood.
The tears that fall are made of pain and unforgiving lust.
There is no light in my life and nor will there ever be.
I'm doomed with this wretched life for eternity.
I'd like to say thankyou to those made me this way.
I wouldn't be surprised if todays my dying day.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Blue Rose
A red rose for love,
My red rose for luck.
The black rose on my bed,
For my death and for yours.
Red rose for the blood
That drips off my finger.
Black for the hate
The swells in my heart.
Pink for the joy,
The wonder of the world.
White for the pure,
Thats very far from me.
Yellow for the sunshine,
That lightens up our day.
Red for the heart,
That crumbled in my chest.
Black for the grave,
That I will be in after death.
Red, black, red, black.
Yellow, pink, blue
For my soul I leave.
Blue for me to wander.
Blue for the ocean,
And for my soul we share.
poem by Brianna Wilshusen
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Death
"Death"
Our seers say
"is evident
The ultimate destination of life
No body, no face
Life is transient
Oh dear, why fear
Embrace it with grace"
What a claim?
treat it with disdain
death is human
in flesh and blood
moving around, around us
why destiny to blame?
Behold
skeltoned beggar
starving farmers
terminally ill patients
sex-workers
locked out labourers
young widow of a martyr
victim of rape
refugee in own country
mentally and physically caged
wronged by the system
in every way and shape
death personified at its best
north, south, east or west
living dead
in them death manifest.
Death
inherent and visible in
overboard authority
merciless terrorists
brutal nexalites
mindless arsonist
misguided egoist
deadly adulterist
drunken rich brat motorist.
Death is lurking in forms
having flesh, blood, body and face
without heart and soul
no charm, no grace
nothing to embrace
but to wither and fade
as destined and ordained
in a natural way.
That is
CHEATING DEATH
attaining ‘ mokhsha'*
our ultimate goal
putting to the rest
our own soul.
---o----*liberation of soul
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copyright Tribhawan Kaul
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poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Love Is Devout
The daily fight.
The human souls ignite.
The fire burns in the twilight.
Stars so bright.
God please, give me your might.
Your strength. I promise I'll wait.
Does my heart have what it takes.
The true divine.
Drinking some red wine.
Celebrate life, celebrate death.
Celebrate this worlds mess.
Only confess when you truly need forgiveness.
The daily fight.
The human soul ignite.
The fire burns in the twilight.
Stars so bright.
God please give me your might.
Patients, sir I salute you for having such courage.
On the brink.
Can you feel the energy surge.
Splurge, control yourself,
and you want the most for
it could make you into a forever haunting ghost.
So carefully tip toe.
Cause eggshells are just below your feet.
And you could slip as you run you know.
Waiting can be constant agony.
Its driving me right into the clouds.
Come hell or high water
I shall be devout.
You are forever mine even as time passes by.
I don't care how or why.
There will be no compromise.
Love lasts even after you die.
The daily fight.
The human soul ignites.
The fire burns in the twilight.
Stars so bright.
Oh oh tonight god please give me your might.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Montsgur
I stand alone in this desolate space
In death they are truly alive
Massacred innocence, evil took place
The angels were burning inside
Centuries later I wonder why
What secret that they took to their grave
Still burning heretics under our skies
Religion's still burning inside
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
As we kill them all so god will know his own
The innocents died for the pope on his throne
Catholic greed and its paranoid zeal
Curse of the grail and the blood of the cross
Templar believers with blood on their hands
Joined in the choruse to kill on demand
Burned at the stake for their soul's liberty
To stand with the cathars to die and be free
The book of old testament crippled and black
Satan his weapon is lust
Living this evil damnation of flesh
Back to the torture of life
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
As we kill them all so god know his own
Laugh at the darkness and in god we trust
The eye of the triangle smiling with sin
No passover feast for the cursed within
Facing the sun as they went to their grave
Burn like a dog or you live like a slave
Death is the price for your soul's liberty
To stand with the cathars and to die and be free
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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The Outsider
(ian hunter)
Death be my mistress, guns be my wife
Breath is my witness and roads are my life
Just give my futures clean as a knife
Far on the way from l.a.
The sun heats the saddle, sand in my hair
Looking for water and theres sweat everywhere
Know that Im nearer I smell damp air
I aint tasted coffee for days
When the leaves are down Ill be southward bound
Hunters hunt the outsider.
When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,
Nothing holds the outsider
Just killed a man in a town called nightfall
Damned if I cant remember it all
My hand it was shaking but his talk it was tall
I paid for the funeral crew
And it seems like I never reach mexico
Theyre heading me off every place that I go
Im sick of the fact that Ive got to lay low
What else can an outsider do
I know theyre near to me, I dont have to see
Just let me be the outsider
They aint far behind, theyre always on my mind
They wont find the outsider
The outsider
When the leaves are down Ill be southward bound
Hunters haunt the outsider.
When the wind grows cold, when the sun grows old,
Nothing holds the outsider
The outsider. the outsider.
song performed by by Ian Hunter
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