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Pukllay Harmony Restoration Blood Battles

sport many sports
embody a ritual of combat
trial by body muscles

instead of blood
letting battles in times
of repetitive wars

Andean festival of Pukllay
incorporated a time of ritual battles
between neighboring communities

‘Yawar Mayu' offering river of blood
in restored harmony cleansed a years
ill will between neighboring communities

conquering Spanish outlawed
community ritual battles of Pukllay
continued in remote Andean regions

battles were held at boundaries
between neighboring communities
men from the two communities

gathered to ritual battles fight
while women would sing songs
encouraging their local men

to stand to be brave to not
fear the river of blood
as battle took various forms

two opposing neighboring sides
might throw hard unripe fruit
or men might form opposing lines

strike neighboring men
with their warak'a slings
or fight close with staffs

what was aim important
some blood must be spilt
as an offering to Pachamama

blood offerings
to the great Being
who is mother earth

blood offerings
to the Apus
the Beings

who are majestic
mountain peaks
to Sacred Sites

what if a man died
during ‘Yawar Mayu' fight
a ritual rare event

his body was buried
as further offering on site
to the sacred Beings

in many modern sports skill
courage endurance even blood
is offered up in necessary games

there is a human need to vent
frustrations disharmony ill will
community balance restored

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Pukllay Meaning Of ‘Yawar Mayu' Battles

what meaning function did
‘Yawar Mayu' blood battles fulfill
fights embodied an appreciation

of complementarity of opposites
fundamental principle in quantum mechanics
results inherently dependent upon devices

employed in each measurement
various agreed upon social bases
in each complementary measurement

men engaged in ceremonial conflicts
bravely facing injury possibility
bravely facing death possibility

being cheered on by their women
fights held for social betterment
of the larger Andean community

purpose balance restoration
encompassed both sides of ritual fight
regeneration blood must be spilt

blood spilt
as an offering
to Pachamama

for the fertility of the fields
in both neighbouring communities
purpose is a communal effort

a conflict to benefit both sides
blood offerings flow to Pachamama
blood had to flow as Pachamama

needs a few drops of devotee blood
communities come together to provide
this offering opponents end in solidarity

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Pukllay Harmony Of Differences

Pukllay battles
were not fought
in hostility

though fighting
was ritual fierce
occasionally deadly

not fueled by hostility
fueled by community required
blood atonement for harvest

at pitched battles end
men from opposing sides
might give exaggerated hugs

as do contemporary famous world
class soccer players rugby players
after hard fought test is finally done

Pukllay neighbouring combatants
at ‘Yawar Mayu' river of blood
conclusion gathered sacrificed

a sheep together settled down
to celebrate a communal feast
in good will celebrating unity

to create a sense of larger community
to reinforce distinct identity
two cultures confirm boundaries

cultures must respect boundaries
borderlines must be respected
to enable societies to live in harmony

two musical notes
must be different
to harmonize

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Pukllay Inter-Community Awareness

Pukllay harmony stresses
it is important to ritual fight
to reinforce separate entities

purpose entire point
of ritual conflict
is to resolution meet

together afterward
to united celebrate
union as one people

to embody
the complementarity
of opposites

distinction between
two communities
is clearly defined

then brought
together to form
a single entity

sense inter-community
awareness respect
emerge in wisdom tolerant

the purpose to create
tinkuy a sense of unity
among the participants

in survival Andes
wise encounters
of differing energies

like ‘Yawar Mayu' rivers
of symbolic blood offerings
ensure tinku social harmonies

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The River of Blood

It’s the river of blood
Initiated by the enemies of God
And when advised too or told to stop
They just give you the nod
The nod of ignorance and cruelty
The nod of no life and no feel
As they are told about they’re evilness
They believe that none of it is real
It’s the river of blood
That flows down a dark and red stream
And as I dip my hand in, it feels like sour, bitter cream
It’s the river of blood
The river of cruelty and pain
The river of blood
The river that flows in vain
The river that will never end
The river full of the dead
The river where they remain silently hopeless
The river where the majority of them bled
It’s this river of blood where I inject my power and strength from
It’s this river full of blood where my victory will soon come
The river of blood, the river that will soon contain me
It’s this river where my blood has long sought to be
The river of blood that shall soon end with an atrocious fight
The river of blood, the river that will no longer stay at sight.

poem by Marria Attar
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Communion

Ive touched some objects of faith more precious than pieces of eight.
Seen sacred places and ritual ways, but for communion lets go to my place.
I learned to pray on my knees.
Been taken in hand, if you please.
Had my own revelations, ideas about fate, but for communion lets go to my place.
So as the body, so as the blood, sacred as the soul is to love.
Dont be mistaken if you dont understand, divinely simple.
Part of the plan.
Take!
Eat!
This is my body!
I give it to you.
Take!
Drink!
This is my blood.
Do it in remembrance of me (so you wont forget me).
Now, Ive been a witness of grace.
Ive stared sacred days in the face.
The long long parade of ritual ways, but for communion lets go to my place.
Sacred stories are told.
Theyre passed on like pieces of gold.
So make your conclusions, consider your fate, and for communion lets go to my place.
Are you ready?
Are you ready for communion?

song performed by by Blondie
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Good Morning Blood Brother

Good morning blood brother
Are you alright this morning?
How is the war blood brother?
Do you think that you are winning the battles?
Blood brother
We have the same mother and father
And that is why we are called blood brother
Also please remember that we have the same flesh blood brother

poem by Aldo Kraas
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My Almighty Comes To Defend With A Rescue

No more fighting battles.
No more fighting battles.
No more fighting battles from a saddle I no longer sit!
No more fighting battles.
No more fighting battles.

No more fighting battles from a saddle I no longer sit!
No more fighting battles.
No more fighting battles.

I...
Do believe,
My Creator has a plan for me.
Without those battles,
Fought straddled to a saddle.

And I don't,
Fight any battle
Strapped high on any saddle.

No I don't,
Fight any battle
Strapped high on any saddle.

My Almighty comes,
To defend
With a rescue.
And to fight my battles.
Those battles fought from saddles.

My Almighty comes,
To defend
With a rescue.
And to fight my battles.
Those battles fought from saddles.

No more fighting battles.
No more fighting battles.
No more fighting battles from a saddle I no longer sit!
No more fighting battles.
No more fighting battles.

No more fighting battles from a saddle I no longer sit!
No more fighting battles.
No more fighting battles.

My Almighty comes,
To defend
With a rescue.
And to fight my battles.
Those battles fought from saddles.

My Almighty comes,
To defend
With a rescue.
And to fight my battles.
Those battles fought from saddles.

My Almighty comes,
To defend
With a rescue.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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To Attain Earth Care Diversity

"Taoism is solution life concept
teaching Yin Yang balance harmony
harmony in opposites achieved."

Western
common opposition
concept

disharmony
battle of sexes
apparently

male
female held
conceptions

are not complementarily.
This bodes ill for marriage survival
relationships between men

women in a post modern
liberated world where educated minds
meet among gender mine fields?

In rural agricultural
China genders attained harmony
necessary to survive.

Harmony was also realized secret
of survival in high Peruvian Andes
in a time before conquistadores

destroyed evolved harmony
with disease greed blood lusts
destroying agrarian empires.

But before Spanish invaders
laid siege to all not tolerated
local evolved life concepts

invader not esteemed understood.
What was Andean Cosmovision?
Did beautiful inspired philosophy

exist a tinku confirming rules
of life inspiring social harmony?
To attain earth care diversity

to respect nurturing earth mother
communities of people nature
spirits defined by insight shaman

must become souls of enlightenment
accepting mother earth micro-cosmos
as sacred diverse animated harmonious.

Quotation from ‘Taoism Is' by Terence George Craddock.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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War Never Solves Anything

Of battles won and noble soldiers you hear the old balladeer sing
But war only brings death and suffering and war never solves anything
And the mental scars of war keep festering long after the battle does end
You badly injure or kill someone's loved one that person will not be your friend.

For God and the flag of their Nation too many in battle have died
And the Government honour war heroes in their false show of patriotic pride
But the fact is their young lives were wasted and the fact with us sadly remain
That old battles are never over and for old grieviances human blood spilt again.

War weaponry and explosives big business in a World where human life is taken cheap
By some a human life seen as of no more value than that of a cow's or a sheep
From history we have not learned the war supposed to end all wars long gone
Yet every day more violence and terror and war and war mongering lives on.

Of battles won and acts of war bravery so many songs written and sung
And war instigated by old men must always be fought by the young
But the song for the young dead war hero to the hero's mum to it has a bitter ring
And war is a waste of human life for war never solves anything.

poem by Francis Duggan
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For faithful Catholics, communion is not just a nice ritual: It is the body and blood of Jesus Christ, and the ultimate sign of our willingness to be incorporated into the church.

quote by Maggie Gallagher
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The Power Of Thy Sword

Lord of battle I pray on bended knee conquest by the rising sun
I'll wait for thy command with flame and blood at hand
glory and a broken sword.

I'm the master of the world I have no fear of man or beast
Born inside the soul of the world
Riding hard breaking bone with steel and stone
Eternal might I was born to wield.

Let us drink to the battles we've lived and we've fought
Celebrate the pain and havoc we have wrought
Great heroes charge into the fight
From the north to the south in the black of night

The clash of honor calls to stand when others fall
Gods of war feel the power of my sword

Drink to the battles we've lived and we've fought
Celebrate the pain and havoc we have wrought
Great heroes charge into the fight
From the north to the south in the black of night

Fierce is my blade fierce is my hate born to die in battle
I laugh at my fate
Now pay in blood when your blood has been spilled
You're never forgiven death is fulfilled !

The clash of honor calls to stand when others fall
Gods of war feel the power of my sword

The clash of honor calls
I will stand when others fall
Open magic doors
The will know the power of my sword

There is blood in my hands there is blood in my eyes
With blood in my voice I scream as you die
Thirsting for vengeance and mounds of the slain
Shaking the forest onto the plain

Fierce is my blade fierce is my hate born to die in battle
I laugh at my fate
Now pay in blood when your blood has been spilled
You're never forgiven death is fulfilled !

The clash of honor calls to stand when others fall
Gods of war feel the power of my sword

Know the power of my sword
Know the power of my sword
Know the power of my sword
Know the power of my sword
They will know the power of my sword

song performed by by Manowar from The Triumph Of Steel
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The Hair

The ritual evanesced when we observed it,
The ritual completed when our lice grew.
The head was full of lice, I hear them and saw each of them,
Restraining the children with feet, the arms also.
Inexorable lice swayed in the hair of our heads
Until the ritual was entire.
What is this ritual?
The ritual is of the dressing of hair,
Or the cutting of hair by the hairdresser.

poem by Naveed Akram
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The Gash

Is that gash in your leg
Really why you have stopped?
?Cause I've noticed all the others
Though they're gashed, they're still going
?Cause I feel like the real reason
That you're quitting, that you're admitting
That you've lost all the will to battle on
Will the fight for our sanity
Be the fight of our lives?
Now that we've lost all the reasons
That we thought that we had
Still the battle that we're in
Rages on till the end
With explosions, wounds are open
Sights and smells, eyes and noses
But the thought that went unspoken
Was understanding that you're broken
Still the last volunteer battles on
Battles on
Battles on

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If You Want Blood You Got It

Its criminal, there ought to be a law
Criminal, and you know what were shootin for
Shouting at the other guy
When his back is turned
Dont know the reason why
Aint it bout time you learn
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the sheets, blood on the rocks
Blood in the gutter, give my last drop
You want blood, you got it
Wha-ooh
Its animal, livin in the human zoo
Its animal, and I know what you gotta do
Its the curse of the working man
Givin more and gettin less
Doin everything he can, cleaning up the mess
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
Blood on the sheets, blood on the rocks
Blood in the gutter, give my last drop
You want blood, you got it
Ooooh (shove it)?
You want blood, you want blood
After you
Blood on the sheets, blood on the rocks,
Blood in the gutter, give my last drop
You want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it
If you want blood, you got it

song performed by by AC-DC
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We Battle To See Acts Of Love

You can battle any illness you wish...
But,
Battle with the act of love.

You can fill you mind with terrorists...
That keep your fears endearing.
But the fact your battles fought have no love.

And don't you know that you...
The giving up of anything,
Will return.
So why not battle with the act of love.

Burdens carried on one's back,
Seem to be attached...
'Cause they don't do their,
Battles with love.

Those who pick their battles,
Pick their battles without facts.
'Cause many have no protected love.

If there is love,
There is a battle...
But the battle can be won,
With a love that's felt in everyone.

Those who pick their battles,
Pick their battles without facts.
'Cause many have no protected love.

You can battle any illness you wish...
But,
Battle with the act of love.

You can battle any illness you wish...
But,
Battle with the act of love.

Those who pick their battles,
Pick their battles without facts.
'Cause many have no protected love.

Those who pick their battles,
Pick their battles without facts.
'Cause many have no protected love.

If we pick our battles,
We must be matter of fact....
That we battle to see acts of love.

We battle to see acts of love.
Let's say we do it...
That we battle to see acts of love!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blood Red Roses

Blood red
The roses she'd
Always received
Blood red

Blood red
The sole chroma
Of her world
Blood red

Blood red
Spurted out from
His thorn-like barbs
Blood red

Blood red
Her anguished life
Assiduous
Blood red

Blood red
Her favorite
Shade of roses
Blood red

poem by Alice Vedral Rivera
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Ritual is the way you carry the presence of the sacred. Ritual is the spark that must not go out.

quote by Christina Baldwin
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Removing substantial fuel loads from our forests helps prevent catastrophic fire and better protects species, watersheds and neighboring communities that call them home.

quote by Greg Walden
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You've got to stand up and do your own battles. My daddy taught me that a long time ago, that you fight your own battles. The only way to shut everybody up is to win.

quote by Terry Bradshaw
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Gloria's Glorious Glory

the festival began at dusk
amidst the rings of fairy dust
beating paths the fair and mild
and joyous came from miles and miles
to shine like flaming stars on earth
and worship now the sacred birth
of Gloria the Queen of Mirth
a dance of joy and equine song
no worry now the Green Man’s gone
the songs grew wild they gathered close
they nailed father to the post
and with his blood they drank a toast
from raven black that held his gaze
the ritual had advanced a stage
he saw just then a craven goat
before the dancers slit his throat
no time left now it soon gave birth
to Gloria the Queen or Mirth

poem by Maynard Hartman
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