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Inferior Man

He grovels at shooting ranges,
the peicemeal remnants of
luck that he cannot make
for himself. Greed,
laughing at the portent,
he is wholly fraught in his
present goodness. The wizards
and gods present his presentiment.
What call does he make to the
blue mountain ridge? His anguish.
What makes him laugh the most
is the suffering of animals.He
kills animals with high-powered weapons made
in Connecticut. They discharge back
back into his gloomy face, a
face to be reckoned with, red
and drunken with self-destruction.
His sex is violent and unworthy,
pocketed in $100-dollar jeans
he never paid for, his wives paying
him to master gravvity and graveness.
They are well-dressed, and they never think well enough,
or see the storm ahead.

poem by Stan Petrovich
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Animals

Im mad...and thats a fact
I found out...animals dont help
Animal think...theyre pretty smart
Shit on the ground...see in the dark.
They wander around like a crazy dog
Make a mistake in the parking lot
Always bumping into things
Always let you down down down down.
Theyre never there when you need them
They never come when you call them
Theyre never there when you need them
The nevere come when you call them down down down down.
I know the animals...are laughing at us
They dont even know...what a joke is
I wont follow...animals advice
I dont care...if theyre laughing at us.
Theyre never there when you need them
They never come when you call them
Theyre never there when you need them
The nevere come when you call them down down down down.
They say they dont need money
Theyre lvinign on nuts and berries
They say animals dont worry
You know animals are hairy?
They think they know whats best
Theyre making a fool of us
They ought to be more careful
Theyre setting a bad example
They have untroubled lives
They think everythings nice
They like to laugh at people
Theyre setting a bad example
(go ahead) laugh at me.

song performed by by Talking Heads
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Animals

I know what I need I need you
I cant see nothin else all I can see is you
I dont care what they say about my state of mind
I know whats good for me and you are just my kind
We are animals we are animals we are animals we are animals
I know what I want I want you
Shed your cloths forget your codes
You know this is nothing new
I smell your scent I taste your sweat
I feel this passion too
Lets trust our senses not our minds
Lets break all the rules
We are animals we are animals
We are animals we are animals
We are animals
We are animals
Come with me run with me leave this world behind
Come to me come with me I know that we will find
We are animals we are animals
We are animals we are animals
We are animals
We are animals
(m.charlton)
Copyright 1989 elgin music

song performed by by Nazareth
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Man Gave Names To All The Animals

Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, in the beginning.
Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, long time ago.
He saw an animal that liked to growl,
Big furry paws and he liked to howl,
Great big furry back and furry hair.
Ah, think Ill call it a bear.
Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, in the beginning.
Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, long time ago.
He saw an animal up on a hill
Chewing up so much grass until she was filled.
He saw milk comin out but he didnt know how.
Ah, think Ill call it a cow.
Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, in the beginning.
Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, long time ago.
He saw an animal that liked to snort,
Horns on his head and they werent too short.
It looked like there wasnt nothin that he couldnt pull.
Ah, think Ill call it a bull.
Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, in the beginning.
Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, long time ago.
He saw an animal leavin a muddy trail,
Real dirty face and a curly tail.
He wasnt too small and he wasnt too big.
Ah, think Ill call it a pig.
Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, in the beginning.
Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, long time ago.
Next animal that he did meet
Had wool on his back and hooves on his feet,
Eating grass on a mountainside so steep.
Ah, think Ill call it a sheep.
Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, in the beginning.
Man gave names to all the animals
In the beginning, long time ago.
He saw an animal as smooth as glass
Slithering his way through the grass.
Saw him disappear by a tree near a lake . . .

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Dinka, the good neighbours

Are the most peace-loving lions
Are the most war-loving lions
On the globe in past, present and future
If you’ are more peaceful animals
They are the most peaceful animals
If you more warlike animals
They are the most warlike animals
They love Caucasians, Negroes and Mongolians
But they hate cattle rushers of any race
They love all others animals
But they hate cattle eating animals

They love war like men love women
They hate war like mankind hate
Hunger/diseases/ thirsty
If you provocate /declare war on
They dance to the tune of the song
They don’t forget for million years
About a grudge/ war
Grudge doesn’t finish in their mind
War doesn’t woodworm
Children are borne for grudge
Be peaceful to them and they will be peaceful to you
Be violent to them and they will be violent to you
They like joking sport spears and run game with buffaloes, elephants etc.

poem by David Aoloch Bion
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My Son, You Can Make It

My son, you can make it
Although I am gone
You are not alone
God will see you through all of your trying times
As he sits on his throne

My son, you can make it
Please hold to God's unchanging hand
Being here was not one of God's promises
So it was meant for me to go
When the master made his call I couldn't say no

My son you can make it
To where I made it
For we will meet again face to face
When your work here is done
And thy heavenly father makes his calls for you to come one home

MY SON YOU CAN MAKE IT

poem by Ashley Jackson
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Nicht-Gesicht/Not Face by Rainer Maria Rilke

From the German, translated by Priscilla Washburn Shaw:

Face, my face: whose are you; for what things are you face? How can you be face for such insides, whose something is beginning continually rolled together with dissolving? Has the forest a face? Does not the mountain basalt stand facelessly there? Does the sea not raise itself without face, up from the ocean-floor; is not the sky reflected within, without forehead, without mouth, without chin?

Do not animals come to us sometimes as if they were pleading: take my face. Their face is too heavy for them and because of it they hold their tiny little soul too far into life. And we, animals of the soul, confused by everything in us, not yet ready for nothing; we grazing souls: do we not implore the Allotter by night to grant us the not-face which belongs with our darkness-

poem by Warren Falcon
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My Blue Ridge Mountain Boy

From a shack by a mountain stream
To a room in new orleans
So far from my blue ridge mountain home
The men I meet aint warm and friendly
Like the one in old virginie
Oh they aint real like my blue ridge mountain boy
I was just a little past eighteen
When I came to new orleans
Id never been beyond my home state line
There was a boy who loved me dearly
But I broke his heart severely
When I left my blue ridge mountain boy
Life was dull in my hometown
Lights were out when the sun went down
And I thought that city life was more my style
But nights get lonely away from home
And its easy to go wrong
The men aint kind like my blue ridge mountain boy
New orleans held things in store
Things Id never bargained for
And every night a different man knocks on my door
But late at night when all is still
I can hear a whippoorwill
As I cry for my blue ridge mountain boy
Oh but I can never go back home
Since the boy I love is gone
He grew tired of waiting for me to return
They say he married last october
But I never will get over
Oh the sweet love of my blue ridge mountain boy
Blue ridge mountain boy

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Visions pt2-Torment (Visions Inferno)

I opened my eyes only to see
Destruction and horror in front of me
The searing hot wind forced me to squint
What waited ahead, I dare not think
Dark clouds up high were victims of death
The air smelled of nothing but rotting flesh
I must take this path to make my way home
Wading through blood and stepping on bones

I heard the screams and wails of dead
Bodies moved about without need of a head
A hand tore at my arms, then at my face
I looked in some glass, they were all ablaze
The burning was nothing I could describe
In one, two, or forty lifetimes
Terror and fear is all that was furnished
But I must press on out of this furnace

I felt hatred and anguish surround me
And greed and lust trying to bound me
I’m amazed that my heart kept beating
Through all the violent, deafening shrieking
There was an endless war that was raging
With no signs of stopping, no time for aging
As I left, my shadow gave me a pat
To put out the flames
And keep me from looking back

poem by P.R. Prosper
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Previously Intellingent Mammals

There are some animals
that they grow up very slow.
They believe that this world
is made and turns only around them.
That the joy and happiness
must be the only purpose of their life.
That if they want to survive
they must exterminate all the other animals.
That the life is very short
and unique to be somebody patient.
There are some animals that don't
accept death as a part of their life.
Some of them wish to be another animal
A stronger animal, more clever, better looking.
There are some animals
that they live very different
from all the other animals
Call them.....................man.

poem by Constantinos Grigoriadis
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Bad Animals

They walk into the lobby
The pack in black
Heads are turning
But they don't look back

They must be crazy
Not buying in
Why these outsiders
Get to shock and offend

They're bad animals - bad animals
Got to swim upstream got a rebel seed
Bad animals - bad animals
Got to push the grain or go insane

Out here on the frontline
Our territory is nighttime
We walk the jungle line
We stay alive

Bad

song performed by by Heart from Bad Animals
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One Jump Ahead Of The Storm

Lightnings flashing all around me,
Thunders rolling up behind.
Big blue clouds are going to roll in
Full of tears and make me blind.
I cant let her man recatch me.
I cant stop to cry no more.
Im just running down the highway,
One jump ahead of the storm.
One jump ahead of her crying,
One jump ahead of her cold cheating arm.
One jump ahead of her lying,
One jump ahead of the storm.
One day I looked on the horizon,
Saw her love just couldnt last.
Oh, my mind was torn to pieces.
I had to leave and get out fast.
And so I slipped out of her power.
I saw my chance and I was gone
Before the rain could start to falling.
One jump ahead of the storm.
Chorus
I was one jump ahead of the storm.
Just one jump ahead of the storm.
I was one jump ahead of the storm.
Just one jump ahead of the storm.
I was one jump ahead of the storm.
Just one jump ahead of the storm.
I was one jump ahead of the storm.
Just one jump ahead of the storm.

song performed by by Eric Clapton
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She saw the myriad gods, and beyond God his own ineffable eternity; she saw that there were ranges of life beyond our present life, ranges of mind beyond our present mind and above these she saw the splendors of the spirit.

quote by Sri Aurobindo
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The Wives Are In Connecticut

The wives are in connecticut
(carly simon)
He figures out a restaurant
Where they wont be recognized
He can always slip the maitred a ten
Get a private little table and try her on for size
Make a plan of where to do it when
Hes so sly, hes in love with his lies
(chorus)
And the wives, the wives are in connecticut
The wives, the wives are in connecticut
Trying to forget it, that they really do regret it
That they moved up to connecticut
That they moved up to connecticut
The first year I was faithful
He confesses to the girl
Admitting to the least of his sins
His candour, so disarming, in this wicked city world
She falls for it and once again he wins
Hes so sly, hes in love with his lies
(repeat chorus)
The five flight walk up
Can he make it?
He keeps promising to go back to the gym
He thinks about his wife
So passionate last night
Was she really feeling it for him?
Or was it juniors teacher?
Or the carpenter who put up the shelves
Or the mechanic who fixed the wagon
Or the gardener who dug the well
Or the italian riding instructor
Or the man on the carousel
Or the out of work actor in westport
Or the surgeon who cured the ills
Or the yalie from new haven
Or the farmer in the dell
(repeat chorus)
How about
The lifeguard at the yacht club
The hairdresser from new london
The tennis pro from fairfield
The fuller brush man from bristol
The fisherman from mystic
The novelist from new canan
The usher at the movie theater
The architect from guilford
The man on the carousel

song performed by by Carly Simon
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Animals

Lie down and close your eyes
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
You may be in for a little suprise
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
(? ? ? over here something moving on the floor here)
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
Something wild with a mind of its own
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
Scamper about like little tiny beasts
Looking for a house
(or maybe just a hole
And complain to the mouse)
Baby baby dont cry
Scamper all around way up in a tree
So far from the ground
Where theyll never catch me
(? ? ? ) through my brain
Baby baby dont cry
Theyre part of the scheme
Nature always is
Physical it seems
We dont have a (basement)
Something isnt right
Baby baby dont cry
Scamper throught the night
Our little ears alert
(? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? )
It wouldnt even hurt if we
Had a little fun
Baby baby dont cry
Baby baby dont cry
Baby baby dont cry
Cause animals are under our skins
Those animals deep within
Those animals scampering about
Cause there aint nothing
To try to stop them baby
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
And they say
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey
Wake up, theyre coming alive
Were changing so fast
We dont want to be left behind
Cant stop
Baby baby dont cry
I jump around the sidewalk
(until it starts to whir)
We dont need clothes
Soon well have our own fur
Oh whats wrong
Baby baby dont cry
Dont feel bad
Im going away
Ill come back
Looking for you some day
Hang on baby
Baby baby dont cry
Cause animals are under my skin
Those animals deep within
Why dont they leave me alone
Theyre bringing me down
Its just a matter of time
Im on the line Im on the line
The whole things come undone
Were all on the line
Get back
Ill never come back
Those animals
The animals
Those animals are under my skin
Those animals are under my skin
Those animals are under my skin
Those animals are under my skin
And they say
Hey now, hey now, hey now, hey

song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Karma Must Be Repaid

Karma must be repaid
no matter what your gender or race.
Realize that is why we are here now—
we have a different reasons as humans
not like animals like a cow.
The animals are really closer to God
for they are just ARE—
We have the ego telling us we have
to win, fight and go really far.
With our ego's at stake,
It gives us pride to win and make
us feel great.
But remember your suffering
makes you evolve—
you wouldn't look within
when things go wrong.
Written by Christina Sunrise on July 26,2012

poem by Christina Sunrise
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Ask 15: Retreat Within

Retreat within. Drift out into inner space.
At peace with your face leave your mask upon the shelf.
Take a deep breath. Take another look at yourself.
Tell me what do you see when your looking through me.
The looking glass it tells no tales.

Always one more time, one more time to see it through.
Another way to blue and back again to catch you
When your falling, to reach you when your calling out my name.
What is it that beckons me towards your form?
Is it madness? Sanity would be as shelter from the storm.

You with flowers in your hair,
dancing as you just don’t care
The universe is yours in one
But ask for all you’ll receive none.

The universe will conspire for you,
Help to make your dreams come true.
Dream a dream for daybreak,
If we can make it there we make it anywhere.
Sit back, laugh, relax without a care in the world.
Run your fingers through my hair,
These memories of you, their always there,
Etchings upon my soul. Is it you that makes me whole?
Turn the page, let the story unfold.

poem by David Lacey
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Old Reading

Are you prepared to read on the back?
A brief rest starts the accusations straightaway.
Old wizards propose a solemn business,
That of writing and learning for the role.
They are footsore and tired, like a fatigue,
With orders to open the roasted gates,
The anger has managed solid nothing.
On the back of the book lies a rune empty,
It is magical, it designs your face with stupor.
The faces murdered are sequential mysteries,
Forced by terrible and ferocious animals
That attack due to their age as monsters.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Falsehood

She who rejects my love will always come back looking for me,
And like a bitter day in the bush of animals.
Life is like the vulture and the children of your delight,
But you are walking in the spirit of falsehood!
And like a violent storm at sea when there is no hope.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Time's Wastin

We could sit around and talk
About the ins and outs
Of why we shouldn't take a chance
Be so afraid it's gonna rain
We sit and miss a sunny day
To avoid the circumstance
There's a million and one reasons we could run
But it's too late for that
Time's wastin' it ain't waitin' for us
I know that we can make it
We can make it with a little luck
Call me crazy that might be go ahead
And laugh at me
But I still believe that dreams come true
So let's forget the past the times we could
But didn't dance
It's all come down to me and you
We're right here and right now baby
There's no doubt
We have what it takes to do it, but
Time's wastin' it ain't waitin' for us
I know that we can make it
We can make it with a little luck
Girl, we only have to trust in our love
We've got memories to make,
For heaven's sake, baby
Let's not forsake another moment, 'cause
Time's wastin' it ain't waitin' for us
I know that we can make it
We can make it with a little luck
Time's wastin' it ain't waitin' for us
I know that we can make it
We can make it with a little luck
We can make it, baby

song performed by by Phil Vassar
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Constant Time

Time past and the future give way to this present picture,
But can somebody tell me how to recognize that gate that leads to the bed of roses,
We speak about the future like the past is a grain of sand on the shore,
Washed away by the ocean tide,
Giving way to new grains to make a portrait of the present,
These past memories stay deep in our heart like the depths of the ocean,
Though it gets washed back to shore ones in a blue moon,
Reminding us that our past is a standard measurement of our strength,

Time moves so fast making the past to fade away,
this makes us seem so secured about the present,
Forgetting the fact that our present becomes our past that was once a present from nature as a new day,
Some take the future to be a dream and a wish,
But I take my future to be what I see when I stand from the bottom of the mountain to look at the top,
And my past to be the depth of the ocean that can always be washed ashore …
The only thing I can control is my present,
Yes cos my mind controls my hands to give you a flash of what goes on in my head
Like this words i write to you was once my future and will become my past, making my future my past and my past my future..So ironical isn’t it?

Standing here I sure know 1 thing,
I will reach the top by that foot path,
Yes of course it’s not to mean that I wouldn’t fall,
But I have to break myself off my present past and walk with grace to stand where I belong,
There where I am the king of my destiny,
The past is just going to be a page of memories,
And my future will become my present making time constant in my head,
Because I stand on my past which was once my present and my present which was once my future, making time equal and constant
As I flip thru this page of life,

By: ade

poem by Adeniran Oluokun
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