The Brightened Fire
Tonight sleep was not coming to me.
Tears had washed the splinters out of the bruised eyes.
It was becoming extremely hard to pulversize
the legacy, the tendrils of violence.
Wrapped in white shrouds the bodies were laid out
on the grass. The pearly sunlight was ready
to give anything for a name.
The pitted legs, the shattered bones,
black moles of the final darkness. Descending
on the battle ground, parched throats
licking up the dew from the mute bodies of ancestors.
I would eat death, shapeless, as blunt
questions, as medallions. Millions of years will be ready
to make out the fossils of time machines.
Are not the pinnacles of snow shining on the
mountains of silent hate? You keep the windows
open, so that the blasts does not shatter the glass.
When this calamity will end? The new born
babies are thrown out on heaps of garbage, bloody
rags of unhinged bloughs. A hunch-backed
god was tottering on the broken planks.
poem by Satish Verma
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Broken Windows Shattered Mirrors
Broken windows shattered mirrors
The tiny slivers fall like tears
They cut me till my arms run red
They make me wish that I was dead
And though I try to carry on
I know my time here's almost gone
Broken windows shattered mirrors
Broken windows shattered mirrors
I'm surrounded by these fears
I know I shouldn't be afraid
I feel like I'm locked up in a cage
I push and pull try to get out
I scream until I just can't shout
Broken windows shattered mirrors
Broken windows shattered mirrors
I'll have bad luck seven years
I know it's just a superstition
But I also know it's pure intuition
That made me stay not fade away
So I could live another day
Broken windows shattered mirrors
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Run Silent,run Deep
(harris/dickinson)
The convoy lights are dead ahead
The merchantmen lay in their bed
The thump of diesels hammers down
In the oily sea-the killing ground
His knuckles white his eyes alight
He slams the hatch on the deadly night
A cunning fox in the chickens lair
A hound of hell and the devil dont care
Chorus
Runing silent,runing deep,we are your final prayer
Warriors in secret sleep,a merchantmans nightmare
A silent death lies awaiting,for all of you below
Running silent,running deep,sink into your silent sleep
Chill the hearts of fighting men
In open ocean wondering when?
The lethal silver fish will fly
The boat will shiver-men will die
A cast of millions-a part to play
Killer? victim? or fool for a day
Obeying an order-men have to die
Us or them - a well rehearsed lie
Chorus
The lifeboats shattered the hull is torn
The tar black smell of burning oil
On the way down to davy jones
Every man for himself - youre on your own
The wolf eyes watch the crosswire
stern tubes ready,aim and fire|
They can pin some medal on your chest
But in two more weeks - dead like the rest
Chorus
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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The Bag Of Bones
When first I dug my garden I thought I heard a groan,
but I continued digging and found a bag of bones.
I emptied the bag of bones cautiously on the ground
and from the human skull came a sighing sound.
The bones moved slowly before my astonished eyes
and took the look of a skeleton of a taller larger size.
The incomplete and missing grew to form a connection
and this completed a full skeletal resurrection.
It stood up tall and strode over to my garden hose,
sprayed water over it’s his head and down to it’s toes.
It grabbed hands full of soil and made a sticky mud
and plastered it’s bones all over the best that it could.
As the brown mud dried it turned to a hard flaky skin
and then a pair of white eyes appeared from within.
Curly black hair grew and features formed on its face,
and it wasn’t by far the prettiest of the human race.
He stared all around as he stood in the shade of the tree
two strides later he took the spade away from me.
Laboriously he began digging more holes in the ground
and out of each, many more bags of bones were found.
Each and every bag of bones became the same as he,
and I gave up counting when I reached twenty three.
Feeling anxious and terrified I backed out of the way,
I certainly didn’t like what I was seeing today.
None of them spoke they just gestured and groaned.
who could have buried these bags of human bone
and why did they reform, and enter this world of ours,
and who gave them their supernatural powers?
When darkness came they went into the street
as though driven on by some evil streak.
Where they were going.., I just didn’t know,
but be it day or night they frightened me so.
At the end of the street they divided and separated,
without a doubt they looked full of hatred.
The following morning I faced up to the garden’s mess,
and filled in the holes where the bones were laid to rest.
I noticed a flat piece of wood half buried in the ground
and on it writing; the answer I had probably found.
‘These bags of bones are those of tormented African slaves
who were washed ashore after suffering watery graves.
They hated every man who had broken their bodies and will,
and promised to return to take revenge and kill,
all the descendents of those who tortured and murdered
the fifty or so whose bodies become dismembered.
One of the slaves who survived this massive slaughter
was a tribal witch-doctor’s gifted only daughter.
She chanted and laid a curse for all the bones of the dead
and before she died, she made sure it was re-said.
And when the last descendent falls from their disgrace,
these wretched souls will go to their final resting place.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Shattered
My dreams are like my realms I live in,
Everything I have touched has shattered,
When I see you smiling with another girl,
I have become shattered into million pieces,
Somehow you manage not to notice that I am broken,
No more looking at you,
You make me sad,
Yet I get mad,
Glad to know I can be jealous,
Not enough to know that I wasn’t the one you liked after all these years,
I have open up my thoughts, my ears, my eyes,
To know that you weren’t nothing but a nobody to me now,
So now before you go and shatter my heart let me know what did I do to deserve this hate from you,
Is it to late for you know its too late to date me and that I am more happier then I can be,
Lets get the facts that you were just another guy with no brain at all,
You just drain my thoughts to think that you weren’t my boyfriend began with,
Theses rain shall fall when I cry,
Burst into tears of hate, and broken yet shattered heart of mine.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Bleeding Day
Bilobed ginkgo resolves the conflict
of soul and body on the right side of truth,
laid out on a table visited by desolation;
here comes the crash of bodies.
You stand up against the end of beginning
to lock eyes with destiny, answer obliquely
to raw questions about the baking in plastic
cauldrons, when heat was rising in blue veins.
Engulfed in fumes of muscular words, resonant
with agitation of black banners at the door;
who will stop the sea of whispering veils
defying the shower of bullets coming from windows.
They were out in black night, impoverished,
burning inside, in grass green mud, covering
the ornate faces. Folks dissipating
on blunt shades, your sun outraged.
Six steps to reach the house, you take
six hours. It was naked and desperate aggression.
poem by Satish Verma
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What I see?
Darkness would soon consume what I see, before that let me say
Let me express, let me sing, a fable, a ballad or a poem, let me say
What I see.
It is a scene of a battlefield and I am standing there,
I see an omen walking by, a white moon shining in red sky,
Shattered metals everywhere, of tanks and guns, all man had made
And many men are lying here, of bones and flesh, all god had made
This is a hell but I’m not dead, but dead are they who lie afore,
Forcing me to be their part, an unsought color of this picture.
It is a scene of a broken hut and I am standing there,
Its thatched roof is gone, now roofless how it stands,
Its door is open and a window broken, but I won’t peep inside,
There may be a life, a tender rose, a bud ready to bloom,
And beneath its various fleshes, many secrets may have it closed.
I dare not touch it and destroy, and do not steal that is not mine.
It is a scene of a dying man and I am standing there,
Powerless, drunk in weakness, the curse with which I am cursed,
His eyes seek, so many questions, of answers he’s a beggar,
I stand to him, as a prophet, who has his hands, a blessing.
Mercy is my magic, my kindness sleeps in water. But showers of blood that he has laid,
The soldier, my soldier, who fought for me and laid his life, will that, be ever paid?
This saddens me and maddens me, how foolish had I been,
Desperate of love, desperate of hope and desperate of any kindness,
I have left what I had left and lost what I had found.
It is a scene of a graveyard and I am lying there,
Bereft of a white lily or grass or tear or a tombstone,
No inscription do I have no story now to tell. And my fables are closed
In my coffin, like my eyes, my lips and ears, were always closed,
When I was alive.
poem by Gaurav Tiwary
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Howl (The Returning, Part Two)
gods hate, too damned late,
you worship what you fear!
while buddhas whisper
behind hidden doors,
and leaves fall from trees condemned!
souls traded, manipulated,
for a loaf of bread.
childrens' bodies, wrapped in money,
never make a sound.
bought votes, sacrificial goats,
toe the party line.
buildings blaze, justice burns,
the bells of liberty chime.
the human hand rises from the rubble,
grasping at poisoned air.
the tears of those long since dead,
fall like nuclear rain!
love me, hate me,
see me with your eyes.
feel me, touch me,
treat me like a man!
voices lost neath stained glass windows,
only the memory of need.
the final blow, blamed on god,
the result of human greed!
while naked bodies walk dirty streets,
their holiness defiled.
the stranger calls, the light falters,
as we trudge the final miles.
the eagle screams, hot flesh dreams,
the child raised by wolves...
the only hope, human desire,
and the will to light the torch!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Ready To Go Home
On the street below these walls
Where I used to walk
Now I can barely crawl
All this darkness rising tall
Lord shine a light for me
Im waiting to be called
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Take this river to the sea
Where the delta flows
The tide is washing over me
Guide this soul to heavens door
Show me where tomorrow lies
Im waiting to be born
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
So tired I lay down
With these memories
Breathe shallow deep inside of me
If time has run its course with me
Then
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
When the evening shadows fall
When the time has come
Ill let defences fall
To surrenders to survive
I will give up everything
To those I leave behind
Im ready to go home
Im ready to receive
Forgiveness for my sins
Im ready to begin
Im ready to lay down
Im ready now to sleep
A promise I must keep
Im ready to go home
Again
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Ready
I love I love Im ready to love yes
I love I love Im ready to love yeah
I love I love Im ready
To ready to ready to love
I love I love Im ready to love yeah
You keep me awake with your white lily smile
Dont keep me watching your charms all the while
Cause as all the wise men say
Grab it if it comes your way
Im ready oh
I love I love Im ready to love yeah
Ready to love
I love I love Im ready to love yeah
You make me feel things Ive never felt before
Help my baby eyes and open up the door
You make me real to everyone and everyday i
I thank the lord that you came along this way
Its no more an illusion than I can say
I love I love Im ready to love yes
I love I love Im ready to love yeah
I love I love Im ready
Ready ready ready to love
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Time
I've had Time sweep me up
sequester me away
to stillness consummate.
I've had Time punish me
in slogging eons of instants unnamed.
She has often sat with me
my only friend
soothing my brow
telling me
that She will make things right
in her Time.
She swept up my kids
so soon from infants
through toddler-hood
to children grown
who wrapped up in their own time
could not remember the way home
She whispered to me in Still Time
of my wrongs and follies
my over-bearing triumphs
my false humilities
earned and given me
by her and Life.
But I know that she
in the end
is my final arbiter
in whose arms
I shall lay
to receive her final kiss;
there I'll give her my final wish
that she end with me
such that
my time
and her time
shall forever
remain
co-terminus;
but I know this will not be so;
she will close my eyes
with promises
that she will never keep
because she knows Human Beings
cannot contemplate
being without her
as she proceeds
with new allotments
for those who come after
and the kids.
'Never' she said to me
'are they ready to leave me.
But I must and I never can tell them the
Grandest Secret
of all
and that secret is all of the atoms
in their bodies
fly away
only to return
inside somebody else's body.
'Time, 'she said
properly understood
is Time
of the
Eternal Return
nothing is ever lost
all is
merely
rearranged
I too
takes Einstein's route
and come back
younger than I am
but within someone else's
Yin and Yang.
'That I said is comforting.'
'Death' she said 'is the name we give
to our fear of change.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Bickerings Are Over: A Forecast
rocks upon rocks
and mountains upon mountains
of rocks and heaps of sand upon
heaps of sand, red blood
spilling on this soil, and
bodies scattered along
the parths, and too much
writings of hate on the
walls,
the white horse has been
sent and the light from
the great sun has
penetrated every heart
now in the state of grace
each man shall be contented
and silenced.
the weather is fine and there
is food for all on the table.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Attic
The door from the attic, with its darkness handle.
Eco's hand clutching his open
Breathing dust and cobwebs, tickle the face.
Of dark place of bricks and mortar
Those stairs incomplete, greyish, without any importance
Climb into the unknown, where the past is set apart, confined.
With the roof barely, resting on wall closets
That my head bends.
Days' ancestors, forgotten by the light
Of the window roof,
where the dust, like magic flying in the wind,
It mixes with reflections of glass.
And those sheets of bed, piled.
They have been sleeping for years, without bodies to keep them warm.
Only dust and spiders dreams
And just around the corner where light barely penetrates.
Boxes sealed with tape, expect to be open.
Ready to flee from their exile
Memories illuminate, that mute room.
Rich, locked to themselves.
Fled forgotten, until now, abandoned.
poem by Luca Menin
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Dangerous
It's been a long time in the makin'
We always knew that we could reach this place
Sometimes it's hard to find a reason to run
We'll still be standin' at the end of the race
Nobody said it would be easy
Sometimes it's hard to keep your dreams alive
It's so close we can taste it, counting the nights
With my eyes wide open, for the power drive
We will rock, we won't stop, better get ready, cause ready or not
So hold on, to what we got, hold on
Chorus:
Burn down to the ground, we got a volatile situation
We're gonna rock tonight, we're gonna get it right
'Cause it couldn't be better
Burn down to the ground, we're gonna violate our probation
We're gonna rock tonight, we're gonna get it right
Cause it couldn't be better, it couldn't be better
It can't get much better than this
Oh no, it can't get much better
Oh no, it can't get much better than this
Why don't you meet me after midnight
We're gonna ride that electric high
It's now or never, and the time is right
Turn up the power, we'll split the sky tonight
We will rock, we won't stop
Better get ready, cause ready or not
So hold on, to what we got, hold on
chorus
Oh no, it can't get much better, oh no, it can't get much better
(Solo)
chorus
Oh no, it can't get much better, oh no, it can't get much better
Oh no, it can't get much better, oh no, it can't get much better than this
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song performed by by Loverboy
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Once Upon A Time, Long Long Ago...
it could have been over that very day
shattered glass
tears of rage
and 'I hate you, I hate you, I hate you'
but we were never satisfied with just enough
we had to go until there was nothing left
until we were down to bones and dust
it was all about the kill
it was nothing but constant pain
a two year game
it wasn't my life
it wasn't even my body
but I was there and I saw it all happen
every single moment
but now I don't remember a thing
except that one day
shattered glass
tears of rage
and 'I hate you, I hate you, I hate you
poem by Ziska Leigh
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Tubes Wires Beeping Machines
Tubes, Wires Beeping Machines
Keeping you here with me
Make him better, make theses tears go away
Keep him holding on, keep him here with me
Fight for him untill he can fight himself
I need him here for me
I'm not ready to loose him forever
Tubes, Wires Beeping Machines
Please work please work
To keep him here I'm not ready for a good bye
Don't fail everyone loves him not just me
I'm not ready to say good bye
I need more time I want him at graduation
I want him to live so much longer
Tubes, Wires Beeping Machines
I thought you were supposed to help
I thought you'de make him better
I'm now looking at his picture
I'm crying as people talk of this great man
I wasn't ready to say good bye
We barry him today you could have saved him
I'm not ready for this good bye
poem by Lilly James
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The Seventh Plague
and there came a time
when darkness covered the land,
and sucked at the souls
of the living.
and the darkness had faces
insulated in plastic tombs,
waving flags and rhetoric,
thriving on despair.
and the lips of the dying
were parched with thirst;
bodies thrown in the great fires,
melted into vapor.
and the promise of apathy
came to be with violence.
the carcass of the eagle lay rotting,
feathers lost to the infidel wind...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Road
The Road is thronged with women; soldiers pass
And halt, but never see them; yet they’re here—
A patient crowd along the sodden grass,
Silent, worn out with waiting, sick with fear.
The Road goes crawling up a long hillside,
All ruts and stones and sludge, and the emptied dregs
Of battle thrown in heaps; here where they died
Are stretched big-bellied horses with stiff legs,
And dead men, bloody-fingered from the fight,
Stare up at cavern'd darkness winking white.
You in the bomb-scorched kilt, poor sprawling Jock,
You tottered here and fell, and stumbled on,
Half-dazed for want of sleep: no dream would mock
Your reeling brain with comforts lost and gone.
You did not feel her arms about your knees,
Her blind caress, her lips upon your head:
Too tired for thoughts of home and love and ease,
The Road would serve you well enough for bed.
poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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The Road
The road is thronged with women; soldiers pass
And halt, but never see them; yet they’re here—
A patient crowd along the sodden grass,
Silent, worn out with waiting, sick with fear.
The road goes crawling up a long hillside,
All ruts and stones and sludge, and the emptied dregs
Of battle thrown in heaps. Here where they died
Are stretched big-bellied horses with stiff legs,
And dead men, bloody-fingered from the fight,
Stare up at caverned darkness winking white.
You in the bomb-scorched kilt, poor sprawling Jock,
You tottered here and fell, and stumbled on,
Half dazed for want of sleep. No dream would mock
Your reeling brain with comforts lost and gone.
You did not feel her arms about your knees,
Her blind caress, her lips upon your head.
Too tired for thoughts of home and love and ease,
The road would serve you well enough for bed.
poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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Cant Get Much Better
Words and music:: paul dean, steve tracey, todd carney, taylor rhodes,,
Mike perodeau
Its been a long time in the makin
We always knew that we could reach this place
Sometimes its hard to find a reason to run
Well still be standin at the end of the race
Nobody said it would be easy
Sometimes its hard to keep your dreams alive
Its so close we can taste it, counting the nights
With my eyes wide open, for the power drive
We will rock, we wont stop
Better get ready, cause ready or not
So hold on, to what we got, hold on
Burn down to the ground, we got a volatile situation
Were gonna rock tonight, were gonna get it right
Cause it couldnt be better
Burn down to the ground, were gonna violate our probation
Were gonna rock tonight, were gonna get it right
Cause it couldnt be better
It couldnt be better
It cant get much better than this
Oh no, it cant get much better
Oh no, it cant get much better than this
Why dont you meet me after midnight
Were gonna ride that electric high
Its now or never, and the time is right
Turn up the power, well split the sky tonight
We will rock, we wont stop
Better get ready, cause ready or not
So hold on, to what we got, hold on
Burn down to the ground, we got a volatile situation
Were gonna rock tonight, were gonna get it right
Cause it couldnt be better
Burn down to the ground, were going to violate
Our probation
Were gonna rock tonight, were gonna get it right
Cause it couldnt be better, it couldnt be better
It cant get much better than this
Oh no, it cant get much better
Oh no, it cant get much better
(solo)
Burn down to the ground, we got a volatile situation
Were gonna rock tonight, were gonna get it right
Cause it couldnt be better
Burn down to the ground, were going to violate
Our probation
Were gonna rock tonight, were going to gel it right
Cause it couldnt be better
It couldnt be better
It cant get much better than this
It cant get much better
It cant get much better
It cant get much better
It cant get much better than this
song performed by by Loverboy
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Busy Bodies
So you think that you have seen her
When youre lying in between her
And you tell me that you dont care
Busy bodies getting nowhere
Evrybodys getting meaner
Busy bodies
Caught in the concertina
You check her outline
Break her regulations
You watch her legs through several
Service stations
Busy bodies
Very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Now youre ready for the merger
With the company youre part of
And you do the dirty business
With your latest sleeping partner
Youre becoming
Automatic
Busy bodies
Out playing with the traffic
You want attention
You try my patience
With the best intentions you are nothing but a nuisance
Busy bodies
Busy busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Now youve given your performance
Though the matinee was idle
And you find that a wave of her right hand
Could seem so tidal
Just a second
Satisfaction
Busy bodies
Temporarily out of action
You wash and brush up
You want to dress up
You want to kiss her
But shes busy with her makeup
Busy bodies
Very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere (x6)
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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