Ex-Service
Derision from the dead
Mocks armamental madness.
Redeem (each Ruler said)
Mankind. Men died to do it.
And some with glorying gladness
Bore arms for earth and bled:
But most went glumly through it
Dumbly doomed to rue it.
The darkness of their dying
Grows one with War recorded;
Whose swindled ghosts are crying
From shell-holes in the past,
Our deeds with lies were lauded,
Our bones with wrongs rewarded.
Dream voices these—denying
Dud laurels to the last.
poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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All the Hills and Vales Along
All the hills and vales along
Earth is bursting into song,
And the singers are the chaps
Who are going to die perhaps.
O sing, marching men,
Till the valleys ring again.
Give your gladness to earth's keeping,
So be glad, when you are sleeping.
Cast away regret and rue,
Think what you are marching to.
Little live, great pass.
Jesus Christ and Barabbas
Were found the same day.
This died, that went his way.
So sing with joyful breath,
For why, you are going to death.
Teeming earth will surely store
All the gladness that you pour.
Earth that never doubts nor fears,
Earth that knows of death, not tears,
Earth that bore with joyful ease
Hemlock for Socrates,
Earth that blossomed and was glad
'Neath the cross that Christ had,
Shall rejoice and blossom too
When the bullet reaches you.
Wherefore, men marching
On the road to death, sing!
Pour your gladness on earth's head,
So be merry, so be dead.
From the hills and valleys earth
Shouts back the sound of mirth,
Tramp of feet and lilt of sing
Ringing all the road along.
All the music of their going,
Ringing swinging glad song-throwing,
Earth will echo still, when foot
Lies numb and voice mute.
On, marching men, on
To the gates of death with song.
Sow your gladness for earth's reaping,
So you may be glad, though sleeping.
Strew your gladness on earth's bed,
So be merry, so be dead.
poem by Charles Hamilton Sorley
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Route March
All the hills and vales along
Earth is bursting into song,
And the singers are the chaps
Who are going to die perhaps.
O sing, marching men,
Till the valleys ring again.
Give your gladness to earth's keeping,
So be glad, when you are sleeping.
Cast away regret and rue,
Think what you are marching to,
Little live, great pass.
Jesus Christ and Barabbas
Were found the same day.
This died, that, went his way.
So sing with joyful breath.
For why, you are going to death.
Teeming earth will surely store
All the gladness that you pour.
Earth that never doubts nor fears
Earth that knows of death, not tears,
Earth that bore with joyful ease
Hemlock for Socrates,
Earth that blossomed and was glad
'Neath the cross that Christ had,
Shall rejoice and blossom too
When the bullet reaches you.
Wherefore, men marching
On the road to death, sing!
Pour gladness on earth's head,
So be merry, so be dead.
From the hills and valleys earth
Shouts back the sound of mirth,
Tramp of feet and lilt of song
Ringing all the road along.
All the music of their going,
Ringing swinging glad song-throwing,
Earth will echo still, when foot
Lies numb and voice mute.
On marching men, on
To the gates of death with song.
Sow your gladness for earth's reaping,
So you may be glad though sleeping.
Strew your gladness on earth's bed,
So be merry, so be dead.
poem by Charles Hamilton Sorley
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Right Here In My Arms
She is smiling like heavens down on earth
Sun is shining so bright on her
All her wishes have finally come true
Her heart is weeping. this happiness is killing her.
Its right, shes in love
Shell be right here in my arms
So in love
Shell be right here in these arms
She cant let go
Repeat
So hard shes trying
But her heart wont turn to stone...oh no
She keeps on crying
But I wont leave her alone
Shell never be alone
Shell be right here in my arms
So in love
Shell be right here in these arms
She cant let go
Repeat
song performed by by H.i.m. (his Infernal Majesty)
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End Of The World
When I was young in school in Switzerland, about the time of the Boer War,
We used to take it for known that the human race
Would last the earth out, not dying till the planet died. I wrote a schoolboy poem
About the last man walking in stoic dignity along the dead shore
Of the last sea, alone, alone, alone, remembering all
His racial past. But now I don't think so. They'll die faceless in flocks,
And the earth flourish long after mankind is out.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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The Whole World's Falling Down
I leave my son the legacy of dangers
The tragedy of synthesizing rhymes
The genocide that comes from total strangers
Apocalyptic dreams to kill mankind
I see the mystery unwind
My spirit's telling me
The sky is dying
And the whole world's falling down
Don't buy your fate
From media messiahs
God gave you breath
Don't blow it all away
I see the misery unwind
You must be stupid or be blind
My spirit's telling me that
The sky is crying
Burning holes into the ground
The sky is dying
And the whole world's falling down
What did you see or don't you know?
You only reap the seeds you sow
Oh no
The sky is crying
Burning holes into the ground
Messiah's coming
But will he hang around
Cause the sky is dying
And the whole world's falling down
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Believe it
I can't believe we are still trying
I can't believe we are still crying
Can you believe We still believe
That it's all worth the trying
That it's all worth the crying
We cant hide from masking
That covers scars on the heart
We can't hide from this hurting
That is fucking tearing us apart
Believe it,
It's happening through our eyes
Believe it,
There is no hiding through our lies
I'm exhausted from running
I'm exhausted from not breathing
There is no use in denying
That our dream is dying.
poem by Jay Aguiniga
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A Lament
Flowers in their freshness are flushing the earth,
And the voice-peopled forest is loud in its mirth,
And streams in their fulness are laughing at dearth—
Yet my bosom is aching.
There’s shadow on all things—the shadow of woe—
It falls from my spirit wherever I go,
As from a dark cloud drifting heavy and slow,
For my spirit is weary.
Ah! what can be flowers in their gladness to me,
Or the voices that people the green forest tree,
Or the full joy of streams—since my soul sighs, ah me!
O’er the grave of my Mary.
Under the glad face of nature, her face
Hath carried down with it all beauty and grace;
Pale is it there in that dark silent place—
Mary! oh Mary!
Children are by me—her children; oh God!
To see where their feet have unwittingly trod,
Tiny tracks in the loam of the new broken sod
Betwixt them and their mother!
Betwixt them and the true one who loved us in truth,
Who bore them, and died ’mid the hopes of her youth!
Who would live in a world where nor anguish nor ruth
May avail the bereaved ones.
Yet must I live, lest her spirit should say,
Meeting mine in its flight from this vesture of clay,
“Where are our little ones? Where do they stay?
And why did you leave them?”
If for them only, then, so must it be,
See, I remain with them, Mary! but see
How lonely we stand in a world without thee!
Mary! oh Mary!
I live, but death’s shadow is over me cast;
And even when wearied woe sleepeth at last,
Some dream of the dead, sighing out of the past,
Is alive in the darkness!
Could I but weep, it were comfort, though brief;
But the fountain of tears by the fire of my grief
Hath been dried to its dregs, and can shed no relief
On the thirst of my eyelids.
As music that wasteth away on the blast,
As the last ray by the sunken sun cast,
All my heart’s gladness hath died in the past,—
Mary! oh Mary!
poem by Charles Harpur
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Voices Cryin Out
Voices cryin out, voices cryin out
Voices cryin out in the night hear them call
Voices cryin out hear them call
Its a night
Like no other night
Its a day
Almost turning grey
Its a heart
Like a broken heart
Its a wheel
At the end of day
Its the plight
Of a boy whos scared
Of the waves rushing out
And the wind in the air
Its the sight
Of one longing to taste
Of life
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices from some foreign shore
Visions that seem an incredible dream
Echoing for more
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices crying out hear them call
Its a song
Of a love unsung
Its the pain
Of just being young
Its a cry
Of a voice unheard
Of a face
Speaking silent words
Its the hope
That the time goes by
Take you upon a wing
Teach your soul to fly
Its a wish
That youll live your experience life
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices from some foreign shore
Vision that seem an incredible dream
Echoing for more
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices crying out hear them call
Oh do you know how it feels to be free
Walking your path of life
Embracing destiny one day at a time
Voices cryin out...oh cant you hear them
Voices cryin out...listen please, listen to the future
Voices cryin out...millions and millions and millions of voices
Voices cryin out...oh oh oh oh
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices from some foreign shore
Vision that seem an incredible dream
Echoing for more
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices crying out hear them call
Voices crying out in the night hear them call
Voices from some foreign shore
Vision that seem an incredible dream
Echoing for more
Voices cryin out
Voices cryin out
Voices cryin out...
song performed by by Donna Summer
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New Year's Eve
WE stand above the abyss; beneath our feet
Around and onward infinite darkness rolls.
The sky above is black; the watch-bell tolls
The dying year. While slow in silent feet
Pale ghosts come towards us from the ice-locked street
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Of thought's great city; faces young and old,
Eyes sunken, features set and deathly cold
And noiseless bear the dead year's winding-sheet.
But lo! where now we stand is worn with tread
Of millions; in the darkness feel, the ground
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Is dust of powdered bones; sure, on this peak
The years have died, and millions of the dead
Have waited vainly through the gloom profound,
For dawn of day or trumpet-voice to speak.
poem by Frederick George Scott
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Evacuation Of The West
It was on the day the cowboys were abandoned from the ranch
Middle touch world as a master
They rode their ponies down in the cities of gold
To leave them for ever after
Now the sun was swollen red and old
The earth it was windy, dark and cold
Were the highway ends the desert takes its toll
Sodusty, red and angry
It was a time when men died out on the praire
From not having a decent friend
At nights the ghosts to the more of riders
Was a howl in the candid winds
You can here them crying
Good god, i think they're dying
When them rangers down in dallas
Had all, but given it up and left
And those that hang on hoping
Was trying their best to, to forget
The way those outlaws and desperadoes
Right from the cheapest to the best
Rode in on ponies made of skin and bones
Keep up their rusty guns and went back home
And the governor was sent down from population control
And marshall all was past
Riverboat gamblers put their money on faith
For the time for hope they passed
In the cold blue light of the desert night
There was a thousand starry ships
And men came down from still i don't now where
With death on their fingertips
Now there's no more kings in texas
I swear they rounded up each and everyone
And old atlanta canastoga
Reached from the rocky mountains into the old dead sun
Now anna maria walks the blames alone
The last of a struggling people
She thinks of all those outlaws who wanted to reach for the skies
And got stuck up on a steamboat
Oh, you can hear them crying
Good god, i think they're dying
In the wind you can hear them sighing
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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An Unfulfilled Dream
A dream
running
screaming
hiding
crying
A dream
She doesn't want to know
No
A dream
She has lost forever
A dream
of becoming someone
she always wanted to
A dream
of changing
But weren't all the opportunities
let go?
weren't they all left
unheard and unseen
And now
the final stage
The darkness staring at her
The emptiness killing her
Dark eyes
expecting her to throw some light
but she shatters
completely
and dissolves herself in the darkness
A dream
An unfulfilled dream
Running
Screaming
Hiding
Crying
Dying
poem by Nabil Bhatiya
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Water
Water, water, water everywher!
Water has no enemies but,
How many of us do have water?
The earth consists of 70% of water and,
Mankind is still thirsty of water;
Ladies and Gentlemen,
How many of us do have enough water?
The rightousness of mankind is still negative,
Many are those who control this water!
On this earth are many without water,
On this earth too are many in darkeness,
How sad it is to see many dying of thirst;
Water has no enemy at all but, mankind has! !
The problem lies in our own hands and,
I do rest my case.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Friendship With The World
Friendship with this evil world turns your Love for God into hatred,
As one who is a friend of the world becomes an enemy of God instead.
We were bought out of this Market of Sin when Christ died and bled,
Christians are alive in Christ and to this world we should be dead.
As Believers we are the Body of The Church and Christ is the Head,
And rather than following The Lord's lead we go our own way instead.
But once saved by His Grace we should have only one thing in mind,
That of course is sharing The Good News of God with All of mankind.
As Paul said that some are ignorant of God and this is to our shame,
Many go on quietly believing in The Lord as they profess His Name.
He also said Come back to your senses as you ought and stop sinning,
We still have the same task at hand, which is serious Soul Winning.
Just look around and you can see a true Darkness that seems to lurk,
For the Day is almost over and Night is coming when no one can work.
And as days get darker and much more evil we must redeem the time,
For we have been bought for a purpose and my life is no longer mine.
Paul makes it clear, that to this world we are not to be conformed,
Instead through The Holy Spirit our hearts should be transformed.
For God and Christ, it was serious work when He died for you and me,
And we are obligated to live Sanctified lives so others can believe.
(Copyright © 07/2002)
In Harbour
I.
Goodnight and goodbye to the life whose signs denote us
As mourners clothed with regret for the life gone by;
To the waters of gloom whence winds of the dayspring float us
Goodnight and goodbye.
A time is for mourning, a season for grief to sigh;
But were we not fools and blind, by day to devote us
As thralls to the darkness, unseen of the sundawn's eye?
We have drunken of Lethe at length, we have eaten of lotus;
What hurts it us here that sorrows are born and die?
We have said to the dream that caressed and the dread that smote us
Goodnight and goodbye.
II.
Outside of the port ye are moored in, lying
Close from the wind and at ease from the tide,
What sounds come swelling, what notes fall dying
Outside?
They will not cease, they will not abide:
Voices of presage in darkness crying
Pass and return and relapse aside.
Ye see not, but hear ye not wild wings flying
To the future that wakes from the past that died?
Is grief still sleeping, is joy not sighing
Outside?
poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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The Battle is on Earth, , ,
The Battle is on earth,
The Battle is on Earth,
I SEE the Living Man,
Ofcourse Mankind is Blessed from the Instinct of a Living Beauty,
On Earth,
Mankind came for Redemption,
Whilst a Blessed Man gave a Covenant unto God,
That the Beauty of the Image is from the Living Man and not the Dead,
I spit the Beauty of Unfeigned Verses,
Whilst other part of Mankind hate and I see no Change,
A Spiritual Creature called Man gave no Limits to have Knowledge,
Whilst Racism made Mankind Unjust,
Ruin the Earthly Kingdom in Lies and other Lies.
poem by Abdul Karim
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The Battle is on Earth,
The Battle is on earth,
The Battle is on Earth,
I SEE the Living Man,
Ofcourse Mankind is Blessed from the Instinct of a Living Beauty,
On Earth,
Mankind came for Redemption,
Whilst a Blessed Man gave a Covenant unto God,
That the Beauty of the Image is from the Living Man and not the Dead,
I spit the Beauty of Unfeigned Verses,
Whilst other part of Mankind hate and I see no Change,
A Spiritual Creature called Man gave no Limits to have Knowledge,
Whilst Racism made Mankind Unjust,
Ruin the Earthly Kingdom in Lies and other Lies.
poem by Abdul Karim
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Believe In Me
Theyll be a time when everyone is left alone,
And Ill have mine
There is no doubt when everyone has worn me out and gone
When everybodys had their fill, shell be waiting,
Shes waiting still
And though she doesnt know I know,
I know she wouldnt mind
Cause having someone believe in me, is all I need to know
And standing all alone, is not the way I want to go
And if I get to be a star, or maybe no where near that far
I know that either way it doesnt matter much to her
And if Im on my dying bed and suddenly my life is bled away from me,
I know shell shed a tear because she cares
Cause having someone believe in me, is all I need to know
And standing all alone, is not the way I want to go
And if I get to be a star, or maybe no where near that far
I know that either way it doesnt matter much to her
And if Im on my dying bed and suddenly my life is bled away from me,
I know shell shed a tear because she cares
Cause having someone believe in me, is all I need to know
And standing all alone, is not the way I want to go
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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An Open Boat
O, what is that whimpering there in the darkness?
'Let him lie in my arms. He is breathing, I know.
Look. I'll wrap all my hair round his neck' - 'The sea's rising,
The boat must be lightened. He's dead. He must go.'
See - quick - by that flash, where the bitter foam tosses,
The cloud of white faces, in the black open boat,
And the wild pleading woman that clasps her dead lover
And wraps her loose hair round his breast and his throat.
'Come, lady, he's dead.' - 'No, I feel his heart beating,
He's living, I know. But he's numbed with the cold.
See, I'm wrapping my hair all around him to warm him.' -
- 'No. We can't keep the dead, dear. Come, loosen your hold.
'Come. Loosen your fingers.' - ' O God, let me keep him!' -
O, hide it, black night! Let the winds have their way!
And there are no voices or ghosts from that darkness,
To fret the bare seas at the breaking of day.
poem by Alfred Noyes
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The Greatest Love On Earth
Its a long distance love affair
Tender are the moments that they rarely share
They hope their time will come someday
When together with the fraulein theyll steal away
Its the greatest love on earth
Hes come from so far away to see
Is this his lifelong dream or just a fantasy
Hes dying inside dying of frustration reaching out in hope
And he wants so hard to hide inside of her soul
cause thats what he needs to cope
Its the greatest love on earth
Her lovin eyes are all he wants to see
And he knows that in her heart there lies his destiny
When she holds him in her arms he can feel the warmth
Of her gentle ways
And when she kissed him it was just like making music
That no one else will ever play
Its the greatest love on earth
Hes come from so far away to see
Is this his lifelong dream or just a fantasy
Its the greatest love on earth
Hes come from so far away to see
Is this his lifelong dream or just another fantasy
song performed by by Chicago
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The Voice of Toil
I heard men saying, Leave hope and praying,
All days shall be as all have been;
To-day and to-morrow bring fear and sorrow,
The never-ending toil between.
When Earth was younger mid toil and hunger,
In hope we strove, and our hands were strong;
Then great men led us, with words they fed us,
And bade us right the earthly wrong.
Go read in story their deeds and glory,
Their names amidst the nameless dead;
Turn then from lying to us slow-dying
In that good world to which they led;
Where fast and faster our iron master,
The thing we made, for ever drives,
Bids us grind treasure and fashion pleasure
For other hopes and other lives.
Where home is a hovel and dull we grovel,
Forgetting that the world is fair;
Where no babe we cherish, lest its very soul perish;
Where mirth is crime, and love a snare.
Who now shall lead us, what God shall heed us
As we lie in the hell our hands have won?
For us are no rulers but fools and befoolers,
The great are fallen, the wise men gone.
I heard men saying, Leave tears and praying,
The sharp knife heedeth not the sheep;
Are we not stronger than the rich and the wronger,
When day breaks over dreams and sleep?
Come, shoulder to shoulder ere the world grows older!
Help lies in nought but thee and me;
Hope is before us, the long years that bore us
Bore leaders more than men may be.
Let dead hearts tarry and trade and marry,
And trembling nurse their dreams of mirth,
While we the living our lives are giving
To bring the bright new world to birth.
Come, shoulder to shoulder ere Earth grows older!
The Cause spreads over land and sea;
Now the world shaketh, and fear awaketh,
And joy at last for thee and me.
poem by William Morris
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