Profit Wars Planned Continually
somewhere in various locations
shifting across chess board earth
skull and crossbones wars rage
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Lucifer Wages Rebellion Wars: Rules A Mud World
a world of historical mysteries
a world of hidden mysteries
a world of political mysteries
a world of conspiracy fact
never in my lifetime
could I ever truthfully say
the land was without war
many wars exist continually
somewhere in various locations
shifting across chess board earth
symbolically in lost Eden
in a state of lost paradise
in a state of bodily perfection
in a measure of favoured land
in a measure of favoured time
chosen land existed without war
before Adam and Eve were expelled
before the land before them was cursed
in their expelled wanderings into cursed world
before this Lucifer had already been expelled
before this Lucifer was within lunar orbit bound
Lucifer waging rebellion wars rules a mud world
raging like a roaring lion seeking souls to bind
death is individual
death is soul specific
death claims communities nations
wages of sin are death?
death claims all sinners?
death claims all earth born souls?
yet symbolically
what will the death
of the globe be?
a revelation of pestilence, hunger, famine?
as under global warming storms our crops erode?
death fire hunger famine signs of Lucifer’s rebellion war?
contrast is the blessing
of innocence fallen curse of greed
as resources are coveted by war
diplomacy by other means?
diplomacy by might is right means?
diplomacy by bully in sand pit playgrounds?
life is a world poem
posing many questions
in language reminding of the psalms?
milk and honey of peace
destruction of civilizations
devoted to conquest
by dominance and war?
the meek marked in lambs’ blood
shall resurrection inherit the earth
beasts marked earn hellfire damnation
poem by Terence George Craddock
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On the Lake (1)
Mountain monks facing chess sit
Board on bamboo dark quiet
Shine bamboo no person see
Sometimes hear down chess piece sound
Two monks sit facing, playing chess on the mountain,
The bamboo shadow on the board is dark and clear.
Not a person sees the bamboo's shadow,
One sometimes hears the pieces being moved.
It's not good to let any kid near a container that has a skull and crossbones on it, because there might be a skeleton costume inside and the kid could put it on and really scare you.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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The Pirate Song
I want to be a pirate
A pirates life for me
All my friends are pirates
And sail the b. b. sea
Ive got a jolly roger
Its black and white and vast
Get out of your skull and crossbones
And Ill run it up your mast
With a yo-ho-ho
And a ya-ha-ha
And a ye-hee-hee-ho-hum
With a yo-ho-ho
And a ya-ha-ha
And a yum-yum-jum-jum
song performed by by George Harrison
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I Dreamed Democracy Outlawed Skull And Bones Wars
this politically corrupted world
has slandered slaughtered killed
peace makers through thousands
of bile bribe blood stained years
with sly declared war on created terrorism
homeland security muzzles peace journalism
war promoted as necessary virtue nationalistic
false prophets pervert innocent souls simplistic
fire off tomahawk cruise missiles ballistic
photo shot sell collateral damage unrealistic
invaded nations ring their liberty bell historic
skull crossbones planned wars prove satanic
poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Place Where Demons Walk
hear cry of blood earth,
fires burning in places dark,
images burned into eye retina
homes lost burning fires,
raids plunder trophy wars,
burns through rage history
screams across agony ages,
slaves force taken fear enchained,
civilizations dying falling in repetition
ages review history humanity,
slave chained to evil brutality,
beats drumbeats inside victim skull
angels call chosen souls worthy home
earth is ever a place where demons roam
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I've never returned to the locations. I do remember certain days more clearly than others and certain locations with a sense of nostalgia. Perhaps one day, I'll bring my daughter to see them, if she's interested.
quote by Madeleine Stowe
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After that, Kasparov stepped back from chess which is, and I want this to be clear, not good for chess in general at all. As a whole, the current situation in the chess world leaves a lot to be desired.
quote by Anatoly Karpov
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The Chess-board must be placed with a white square at the right-hand corner.
quote by Howard Staunton
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My Country, My State...
inside
money and power
change equations
with the ease of a
seasoned skater
outside
some hundred billion
hands raise to an
empty sky in utter
helplessness, undifinable
inside
power gets moved on
an antique chess board
in intrigue and advantage
outside
cheap lives move
on the rusted chess board
of ordinariness in
misplaced martyrdom
thrust on them
inside
leaders sprawl on
beds made of twenty four
karat gold nuggets
outside
we the commoners
get lied on heaps of
stinking flowers left
unsold...
inside
the fast-unto-death
get fed on easy digestable
food so as to make it
easy for the gut
outside
pigs and other respectable
creatures honestly thrive
on rotting vegetables
force-dumped by the
deserted pavements...
15dec2009
08.55hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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I learned that fighting on the chess board could also have an impact on the political climate in the country.
quote by Garry Kasparov
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Chess Like That? (Mumbai 2008)
Just another round of the chess game
Rooks and bishops fall dead on the board
Apolitical horses have gone lame
As the dead count to a hundred soared
Black and white squares are now bloody red
Grieve for the pawns who've been blown up dead
Regroup, restart, this political game
Plot a quick 'rechauffe' of the same
And then fix a duel of nuclear kings-
For aren't your motives, just a chess thing?
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(Written December 10,2008 Tarlac City Philippines)
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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War and Peace
Wars cannot give a lasting peace;
Wars cause much hatred and ill-will;
Wars are futile and costly too;
Wars break existing peace with ease!
Wars cause deep wounds of hearts and minds
–That can’t be healed except by time;
Wars lead to loss of lives untold
–That cannot be ever regained.
Wars serve to foment more troubles;
Wars make the world more insecure;
Wars shift the balance of powers;
Wars do not solve the world’s problems.
Love only solves great differences;
Love only bonds the earth’s peoples;
Love only brings peace with much ease;
Love is the key to global peace.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-29-2008
poem by John Celes
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Chess Piece Face
Whats gonna happen to chess piece face
There go I but for my face
All I know could be defaced by the facts in the life of chess piece face
I dont know where he lives
Or if he knows to sail
Or if little schemes like this one ever cross his trail
But I dont believe hes dreaming
Or if he cares to know
So I shudder* in my lampshade
So, whats gonna happen to chess piece face
There I go but for my face
All I know could be defaced by the facts in the life of chess piece face
Chess piece face
Chess piece face
Chess piece face
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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History Of Ages Burns On Minds Eye
Soul cry hear blood soak earth
fires burning in ghost phantom dark
images burned into victim retina.
All sacred homes lost burning fires
raids plunder cruel famine wars
burning through rage pages history.
Screams across fury dark demon ages
slaves taken beat broken enchained
civilizations burning collapsing dying
waxing falling death conquest repetition.
Age of aspiring mind man
slave to stalking brutality
beats drumbeats inside skull
angels call chosen souls home.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Corporate Industrialists Engineering War
spider web links
all over the world
not louts or thugs
crooked but clever minds
controlling servant millions
a frightening surreal scenario
orgistrators creators of wars
master minds manipulating
nations world body politic
creators of World War One
World War Two Korea
Vietnam Bosnia Chechenya
proudly boasted on their CV
well writ curriculum vitae wars
the skull and cross bones club
proudly engineered like thugs
Yale's infamous secret society
322 club beastly power perversion
One world government
One world religion
One world currency
old quest new leverage
to control to earth enslave
globally all earth’s billions
electronic accounting
digital angel disrupting
creative vibration rate
count industrially orchestrated
profit producing wars slaughter
massacres speak for themselves
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The chess-board is the world, the pieces are the phenomena of the universe, the rules of the game are what we call the laws of Nature. The player on the other side is hidden from us.
quote by Thomas Huxley
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When God Is Angry
Have you seen the earth turn against it's inhabitants?
Or the earth become a line?
Has the earth ever lost it's gravitational force?
Or it's frictional force?
Do you know that lightening could change directions?
And that rivers could be poisoned?
Do you know that arrows could be shot down from heaven?
Have you seen men crawl in hunger and ill health?
Or has the earth been smashed by two or more bigger planets?
Have you seen animals overthrow the human race?
Is it clear that the earth could swallow?
That fire knows locations of people and places?
That man is powerless before his God?
And could crush and vanish in a second?
Do you know...
...that man still wants to know
when God is angry
poem by Ivan Chizurum Ezeigbo
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My Child's Tournament of Chess
High preparations
Great apprehensions
Last minute advises
Hope for celebrations
That's my child's tournament of chess.
Reaching the venue on time
Dying to know the opponent's name
Waiting for the match to commence
That's my child's tournament of chess.
Win or lose?
Life gets stuck
No mood to stroll
Hauling the mind
out of the chess hall
That's my child's tournament of chess.
My child starts appearing vulnerable
The opponent appears unbeatable
Praying for the win of my race horse
That's my child's tournament of chess.
Makes me meet all my weak emotions
Fear, jealousy, worry and doubt
challenge my sense of spiritualization
My mind gives me premonitions
That's my child's tournament of chess.
Gifts me a chance to become strong
A chance to climb up the emotional ladder,
for what I so long
A chance to look at the opponent as my own child
Pray for both to play their best
That's my child's tournament of chess.
My child's tournament of chess
allows me to understand
the meaning of failure
Two faces of the same coin,
success is no different from failure
Both are the part of the same destination with no comparison
Who can tell which is more important the Moon or the Sun.
My love for my child shall remain the same
Performance is no benchmark for the same
Win or loss, loss or win,
I will always love him
Whatever be the result
of my child's tournament of chess.
poem by Anshul Gupta
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Wars Being Waged In My Head
The black death has got too me.
Shoot me full of pain killers because of such a simple gash.
Such aghast.
I think way to fast.
My decisions aren't so well thought out.
There more of a slip a tongue.
I accidentally say what should be played.
This is my life.
And its in such a disarray.
It's like a chess board with none of the pieces in there right places.
Shuffle them up.
Another hiccup, wars are being waged in my head.
Some days I want to listen to whats being said.
But alas I resist the temptation, at least till the dust settles.
The coffee in the kettle is always best served black.
Do I lack the proper tact.
Is it a wait and see game?
I wish I could forget all the names.
Whose really to blame?
I got it pushed upon me, don't you see.
I guess you cant win when the shades are too black.
I think its time to write a new contract.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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