Stoking
Just a sip on verge,
man was eating a mountain,
forgetting carnations.
A peacock sits on the belly
of a torchbearer
for a credible crime.
One Buddha fails today.
Turns around
and goes back to his princess.
Give me blood money
to kill myself
for sitting under a bo tree.
I do not seek any bliss, do not need any home.
The stoker will not stop hurling the insults.
poem by Satish Verma
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Desist From It
Insults do not help in friendship,
Insults do not help in love,
And, insults do not win power! !
So desist from hurling insults at each other;
Because it betrays the trust of the people!
Source,
In the area;
Fingers,
In his or her room;
Complaints,
And to bring them closer to the assembly! !
But hurling insults at each other betrays the trust of the people.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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We Who....
we who would seek a home,
find our home with the homeless.
we who seek truth,
know the tree to be a tree!
we who seek liberty,
throw all that we own onto the fire.
we who seek love,
feed the hungry.
we who seek companionship,
simply become dialogue...
we who would seek god,
well, all of the above.
we who seek tomorrow,
give today to a stranger...
and wrap his feet up
with our dreams!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Money Machine
When I was just a child
My life was, oh, so simple
And the ways of the great world
Seemed strange and funny
Then when I was a young man
I learned of that machine
That turns out all those bails of precious money
Now you can measure you manhood by it
You can get your children to try it
You can bring your enemies to their knees
With the possible exception of the north vietnamese
It takes a strong hit from the money machine
Sitting on top, on top of the world
Strong hit from the money machine
Sitting on top, on top of the world
General motors and ibm
Afl-cio and all the kings men
When I began the game
See me singing bout fire and rain
Let me just say it again
Ive seen fives and Ive seen tens
It was a strong hit from the money machine
Sitting on top, on top of the world
Strong hit from the money machine
Settle up top, on top of the world
(money, money, money)
(give me that dough)
(mine, mine, mine)
Been living in the lap of luxury too long
Please, mr. dj, wont you play my song
Maybe my baby will listen on the radio
Come back home to me
Help me spend my dough
I need a strong hit from the money machine
Sitting on top, on top of the goddamn world
I need a strong hit from the money machine
Strong hit from the money machine
Sitting on top, on top of the world
Money, money, money
song performed by by James Taylor
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Solidarity Song
Peoples of the world, together
Join to serve the common cause!
So it feeds us all for ever
See to it that it's now yours.
Forward, without forgetting
Where our strength can be seen now to be!
When starving or when eating
Forward, not forgetting
Our solidarity!
Black or white or brown or yellow
Leave your old disputes behind.
Once start talking with your fellow
Men, you'll soon be of one mind.
Forward, without forgetting
Where our strength can be seen now to be!
When starving or when eating
Forward, not forgetting
Our solidarity!
If we want to make this certain
We'll need you and your support.
It's yourselves you'll be deserting
if you rat your own sort.
Forward, without forgetting
Where our strength can be seen now to be!
When starving or when eating
Forward, not forgetting
Our solidarity!
All the gang of those who rule us
Hope our quarrels never stop
Helping them to split and fool us
So they can remain on top.
Forward, without forgetting
Where our strength can be seen now to be!
When starving or when eating
Forward, not forgetting
Our solidarity!
Workers of the world, uniting
Thats the way to lose your chains.
Mighty regiments now are fighting
That no tyrrany remains!
Forward, without forgetting
Till the concrete question is hurled
When starving or when eating:
Whose tomorrow is tomorrow?
And whose world is the world?
poem by Bertolt Brecht
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What gives Buddha the eternal bliss
was it the last temptation
for him to give up?
that nirvana is nothingness, nothingness
absolute nothingness
and to get there you even have
to give up the desire for it
oh thank God buddha he passes
he plods on even when absolute
nothingness is the reward
what the devil fails puts buddha
in an eternal bliss
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Hey Now Princess (demo Version)
by Jack Bruce and Pete Brown
Look here Princess
I'm not just here for you
So take off in your new Rolls Royce
I've got things to do
Look here Princess
I gave you everything
But now I want it all back
So I can start some living
Look here Princess
I want to be famous and rich
So I can be empty and bitter like you
Sitting home with nothing to do
Princess look now
I've got 15 women called Sue
20 women called Jane
And I'm sad
Look here Princess
Now I'm singin' this sad song
About a man in a kennel
Who cries all day long
Look here Princess
Don't shut me out for good
But keep me in mind for later
Like I always knew you would
Look here Princess
I'm in a desert now
I don't see no way out
You've got to show me how
Look here now Princess
I've got 15 women called Sue
20 women called Jane
And I'm sad
Look here Princess
I'm not just here for you
So take off in your new Rolls Royce
I've got things to do
Look here Princess
I gave you everything
But now I want it all back
So I can start some living
Look here Princess
I want to be famous and rich
So I can be empty and bitter like you
Sitting home with nothing to do
Princess look now
I've got 15 women called Sue
20 women called Jane
And I'm sad
song performed by by Cream
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Just Picked Up Your Trash!
the squirrel,
climbing the tree,
is buddha.
as is the cloud,
covering the sun.
the mountain is buddha,
as is the pebble...
and the river is buddha,
with the illusion of flowing.
you are buddha,
your enemy is buddha.
your lover is buddha,
as is the crap you just took!
do you see what you see?
do you taste what you taste?
do you smell what you smell?
do you feel what you feel?
or are you each of these?
enlightenment just picked up your trash!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sonnet: Money Ain’t The Answer
Money, we seek in life to fulfil needs;
Most labour hard to gain some extra wealth;
Some even go on to do evil deeds,
And in the process, spoil their body's health.
Money evades some persons for quite long;
Some get it accidentally, by luck;
Some acquire it through a single song;
But happiness can't come to all by buck.
For, money can't give bliss for all on earth;
Money can't solve all problems in our life;
Neither can it ensure a divine berth;
Money can bring a man unwanted strife.
And yet, the human mind stays money-mad,
Forgetting Almighty God; Oh, how sad!
poem by John Celes
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Agenda
In a brief briefings
We the animals and me
Assemble to corner the evils
the deer give a motion, from now on
we will not kill others and ban eating their flesh
but toad with its big head stands up and says,
we can eat everything but not grass think please about us,
snake puts up its hood and supports the toad as this fits its own agenda,
peacock with glee puts its hands up too and says lets us pass quickly the bill,
so that we can kill and make a feast out of their flesh and the peacock's first prey in front of me
is the snake, I am ashamed of the act that I can not protect the snake, from now then I hate myself.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Buddha Within....
Buddha's tears...
on the faces of every
hungry child in the world.
Buddha's emptiness,
in the hearts of every
person who has no home.
Buddha's sorrow,
in the eyes of every
victim of the bombings.
Buddha's silence,
at the roar of every
religious fanatic.
Buddha's compassion,
in the dirt of every
human being fallen.
Buddha's forgiveness,
in the anger of every
person driven by prejudice.
Buddha within,
seeks to evolve!
Buddha within,
just to be!
Buddha within,
already there.
Buddha within,
always has been!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Frozen With Flowers (Revision)
Sitting among flowers burning with joy
of life - even the small purple ones have
yellow hearts, orange flowers seem warm
Yet it feels as if they are frozen as I sit in
the cold, then the dream - an Ice Princess
sitting atop a glass mountain
They're her only reminders of the real world,
a heroine and a prince will not come, for
all eternity the Princess sits among frozen
Beauty of long ago with ice-covered flowers
from when she still believed an inner world
of love could be realised by wishing for it
They are frozen tokens to keep her company,
she is happy, the ardent longing to find ideals
and fight for them have also been
Frozen with flowers...
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Just Make It Stop
Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.
The hate.
The anger.
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.
Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.
The hate.
The anger.
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.
Fist flying.
Object Throwing.
Door Slamming.
Here's my pause button.
Cranking up the music and start jamming.
For its my only way out.
Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.
The hate.
The anger
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.
Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.
The hate.
The anger.
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.
It forever sits upon a child's mind.
Was it something he did?
Is that why daddy smacks mommy around?
Is that why mommy brings a different man day after day.
Which is my real father.
A bastard by definition.
Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.
The hate.
The anger
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.
Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.
The hate.
The anger.
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.
With a needle in her arm and she does not wake.
What am I to do now.
Do I call 911 in the attempts to save her.
These questions constantly stir.
A life in a melting pot.
I wonder how I will turn out.
Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.
The hate.
The anger
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.
Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.
The hate.
The anger.
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.
Now shes sitting in the bath tub.
Slashes across her wrist.
Blood soaked water.
Is their any way I could have prevented this?
She is ready to die.
And as a child I'm ready to cry.
Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.
The hate.
The anger
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.
Just make it stop.
The stillness in the air.
The shattered mirror just sitting their.
The hate.
The anger.
Just make it all stop.
I can't take it no more.
The constant ringing upon my ears.
The blood curdling screams I continuously hear.
Just make it stop.
Just make it stop.
Just make it stop.
~Being a good mother is the most important thing in the world.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Simon The Bullet Freak
Freed of empty faces
Give me your money
Make my life sunny for a day
Road that leads to nowhere
Please stop your crying
I aint fit for dying this way
Go steal another with your eye
Go try some other heartless lie
Land of hopeless speaking
Bringing back the moon
Dont play your silly games with me
Oh, war of wasted daydream
What is your need
Im gonna bleed until you kill me
Youve lost all sight of your direction
Youre only looking for the next one
The next one to kill
Ashes of destruction
Spread out so far
Blackened others crying over me
See a one time city
Now just a scar
Tears of the flower man
Fill the sea
Give me a chance to fly away
Theres nothing here for me today
Today
Simon the bullet freak ...
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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The Giving Tree
Once there was a tree....
and she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns
and play king of the forest.
He would climb up her trunk
and swing from her branches
and eat apples.
And they would play hide-and-go-seek.
And when he was tired,
he would sleep in her shade.
And the boy loved the tree....
very much.
And the tree was happy.
But time went by.
And the boy grew older.
And the tree was often alone.
Then one day the boy came to the tree
and the tree said, 'Come, Boy, come and
climb up my trunk and swing from my
branches and eat apples and play in my
shade and be happy.'
'I am too big to climb and play' said
the boy.
'I want to buy things and have fun.
I want some money?'
'I'm sorry,' said the tree, 'but I
have no money.
I have only leaves and apples.
Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in
the city. Then you will have money and
you will be happy.'
And so the boy climbed up the
tree and gathered her apples
and carried them away.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time....
and the tree was sad.
And then one day the boy came back
and the tree shook with joy
and she said, 'Come, Boy, climb up my trunk
and swing from my branches and be happy.'
'I am too busy to climb trees,' said the boy.
'I want a house to keep me warm,' he said.
'I want a wife and I want children,
and so I need a house.
Can you give me a house ?'
' I have no house,' said the tree.
'The forest is my house,
but you may cut off
my branches and build a
house. Then you will be happy.'
And so the boy cut off her branches
and carried them away
to build his house.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time.
And when he came back,
the tree was so happy
she could hardly speak.
'Come, Boy,' she whispered,
'come and play.'
'I am too old and sad to play,'
said the boy.
'I want a boat that will
take me far away from here.
Can you give me a boat?'
'Cut down my trunk
and make a boat,' said the tree.
'Then you can sail away...
and be happy.'
And so the boy cut down her trunk
and made a boat and sailed away.
And the tree was happy
... but not really.
And after a long time
the boy came back again.
'I am sorry, Boy,'
said the tree,' but I have nothing
left to give you -
My apples are gone.'
'My teeth are too weak
for apples,' said the boy.
'My branches are gone,'
said the tree. ' You
cannot swing on them - '
'I am too old to swing
on branches,' said the boy.
'My trunk is gone, ' said the tree.
'You cannot climb - '
'I am too tired to climb' said the boy.
'I am sorry,' sighed the tree.
'I wish that I could give you something....
but I have nothing left.
I am just an old stump.
I am sorry....'
'I don't need very much now,' said the boy.
'just a quiet place to sit and rest.
I am very tired.'
'Well,' said the tree, straightening
herself up as much as she could,
'well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting
Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest.'
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Metal Eater
It slits you up- deep inside
It hits you here right between your eyes
Its somehow evil- red-hot and weird
A dangerous feeling- you never want it
It turns you inside out
Dont know why I cant beat it
It feels like burning steel
It sounds like grinding metal sheets
Metal eater- it always gets you
Metal eater- money eating murder slot machine- metal eater
If you would know- how to stop
But youre hooked to the bandits for your life
And as you see it- its better than to run
But youre dead wrong- its gonna kill ya
Its gonna smash you after all
Dont know why I cant beat it
It feels like burning steel
It sounds like grinding metal sheets
Metal eater- it always gets you
Metal eater- money eating murder slot machine- metal eater
Dont know why I cant beat it
It feels like burning steel
It sounds like grinding metal sheets
Metal eater- it always gets you
Metal eater- money eating murder slot machine- metal eater
Metal eater- with a smile its gonna kill ya
Metal eater- money eating murder slot machine
Metal eater- burning steel- its somehow evil
Metal eater- no one stops the money eating murder slot machine
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Death of a Vampire
She sits there. Eyes blank, lifeless. Blood pours from her eyes, her mouth, and the wound in her chest. They tried to stake her, to kill her. She had done nothing wrong, but just living was a crime her race. Her race lived off blood, other's blood, evil assumed they did of her. She never did killed anyone. Now she sits, awaiting her death. The pain dulls as the minutes roll by. She felt so hated, so unwanted. It was unbearable, painful. And as she slowly closes her eyes, she dreams of a time she was loved and she thinks to herself, ' And now I die alone.'
poem by Suzaku Vaneko
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Unkind Brother
All religions praise and commend kindness
All people, young and old, abhor meanness.
Truth is always sought, but often twisted,
By people who are cruel and self-interested.
You do people good turns, they ask for more,
You stop doing favors, they wage their war.
Old people say blood is thicker than water.
But back stabs come from your blood brother,
Who might be older or might be younger.
What sin have you committed, what murder?
You just cannot do him any more favor! !
For him, you MUST give without delay,
For him, you're made of MONEY not clay.
When will he know the value of brothers?
When will he stop chasing my treasures?
The truth is painful, and us it bothers:
Such are brothers, cruel back-stabbers! !
06/09/2010
poem by Omar Jabak
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Partners In Crime
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
Even though we aint no brothers
We follow the spiritual light
Its thicker than blood
And harder than stone
We overcome stormy waters
Climb up the mountain so high
The day will come
When we bring it home
Were on some kind of a mission
For what we believe in our hearts
Were reaching out for our visions
cause we are partners in crime
Any time
Partners in crime
On the crimson sky
We ride the thunder, the lightning
To find the key to our faith
We keep searching for
The peace of mind (yeah)
He walked the road of a warrior
Stand up and do what it takes
cause these things life
Aint worth a dime
Out in a world of confusion
Searching for light in the dark
We turn the wheel of illusion
cause we are partners in crime
Any time
Partners in crime
On the crimson sky
We hold on to what money cant buy
cause friends will be friends
Till the day that we die
We go on until the end of time
Once youre in
You just cant get away
Even though we aint no brothers
We follow the spiritual light
Its thicker than blood
And harder than stone
We overcome stormy waters
Climb up the mountain so high
The day will come
When we bring it home
Were on some kind of a mission
For what we believe in our hearts
Were reaching out for our visions
cause we are partners in crime
Any time
Partners in crime
On the crimson sky
Partners in crime
Any time
Partners in crime
On the crimson sky
....
song performed by by Scorpions
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Vampires and Romance
In the enchanted green forest
far beyond the sparkling castle
far beyond the kings gardens
the princess had arrived
the enchanted forest, is filled
with unicorns and yellow lizards
fairy magic and blue wizards
wolves and bears who give hugs
the princess sought a new fix
vampires and romance don't mix
'seek and you shall find' came
the voice of the blue wizard-
to take care of romeos affection
use my specially prepared concoction
with a 100% money back guarantee
all new ingredients from the dead sea
hmm thought the princess
I shall take this concoction
for tonight there is a date
he will soon meet his fate
poem by Rachel Nichols
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Do You Know How Dangerous It Is?
*It is you who have placed,
Your denials on trial.
It is your doubts about truth,
You refused to accept.
And the existence of it in your mind,
Is not permitted with admission...
To seek a depth.
It is you who chose to sit and wait,
For that knocking on your door...
That came and now feared.
Is it too late?
To change a fate?
Yet it is you who allowed it to follow you home.
With declarations from you,
That in time it will disappear.
Like the noise from your neighbors.
But then a silence scares you to be alone.
And since it has not disappeared from you,
Fear has consumed every thought in your own atmosphere.
You can't even go to sleep at night,
Without feeling the presence of fear near.*
'Ahhhhhh.....! '
~WOMAN? What's wrong with you? ~
'I saw a shadow. It was there...
Right behind you! '
~Really?
And did it have slippers and pajamas on?
Carrying a beverage with snacks?
I'm coming from the kitchen.
More than likely that shadow belonged to me.
You want some chips and cookies?
Or just the chips? ~
'Do you know how dangerous it is?
To be eating at this time of night?
Go back!
You've left on the hall light.
And you talk about 'my' eating habits?
Did you set the alarm? '
~Maybe I wont have to if it falls to sleep! ~
'Oh you got jokes, huh?
It always pays to double check.
And today,
Three or four times aint enough! '
~How old are these cookies? ~
'What do you insinuate now? '
~You need to stop watching the news so much.
Or turn to another channel,
That doesn't glorify crime or vampire movies.~
*And now from the crime scene,
We have Betsy Moon with updates.
Betsy? You're looking good enough to eat this evening.*
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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