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Slaughter Aftermath Shell Shock

final phases
defeat reeks
flesh decays

poem by Terence George Craddock
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How Bizarre Picasso's Guernica

had a strange bizarre idea
an explosive expression of force
a kind of Kung Fu high ya

to write split images
slicing Picasso's Guernica
are ambitious goals

‘Counting Skeletons
Maze Masterpiece War' cannon fodders
expendable human wave attacks

counting skeletons
military civilians animals
far too complex figures

for mind dumb numb critics
expecting classical critiques
lacking Geneva Conventions

tone deaf paint strokes
powerfully counting skeletons
symbolist blood cubism's

splitting images
is poetic cubism slices
shifting images

lenses
original concepts
shifts

heightened are purifications
lenses through looking glass
quality intensity frequencies

window frame shattered glass
reflects no light dust disembowels
nail polish veneer shade layers

behold I am the light sparks
cast upon yonder wall outpourings
what colours abuses decays?

images screaming ghosts
paper mache bull's horns
tearing apart peace dreams

bits of newspapers
blue shadings
ripe purple bruises

a red tear streams
from screaming eye woman's
nightmare deletes

colours
so must Picasso's
images

final phases
defeat reeks
flesh decays

monochrome metal monsters
political black white gray tones
felt impact descent bomb blasts

evokes deaths
flesh sufferings
war insanities

lick wounds
impaled oozing sacrifices
histories pages

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Never confuse a single defeat with a final defeat.

quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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When urbanity decays, civilization suffers and decays with it.

quote by James Norman Hall
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Post Grand Final Day

For the winners many weeks of hip hip hooray
And the feeling of joy with their fans months does stay
But for one to win one must lose as some do say
And for the losers only sadness post Grand Final Day.

And since winning is what only does seem to count
Gallant in defeat to little does seem to amount
The joy in victory is always sweet
There is never any glory in defeat.

Those uninterested in sports say football is just a game
That who wins or who loses life goes on the same
But those who support football clubs never see it that way
They do get quite excited watching their team play.

To play in a Grand Final is many a boy's dream
And be a champion player in a Premiership Team
But on post Grand Final day only the winners celebrate
And for their victory their fans say 'twas well worth the wait.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Dead Cow Farm

An ancient saga tells us how
In the beginning the First Cow
(For nothing living yet had birth
But Elemental Cow on earth)
Began to lick cold stones and mud:
Under her warm tongue flesh and blood
Blossomed, a miracle to believe:
And so was Adam born, and Eve.
Here now is chaos once again,
Primeval mud, cold stones and rain.
Here flesh decays and blood drips red,
And the Cow’s dead, the old Cow’s dead.

poem by Robert Graves
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Defeating...That Beast

You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!

You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!

Think about the distance you've come,
Defeating...the beast.
Think about your decision not to run,
Away...from the beast.
Think about those knees on the ground,
Weeping for the beast.
Think about the dirt you ate,
Fed...by the beast.
Think about celebrating...
Those days ahead awaiting!

You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!

You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!

No longer the martyr,
Defeating...that beast.
Get up...and strut about.
You've defeated...that beast.
Let those words come out of your mouth,
'I've defeated...that beast! '
Let the people see and believe it,
You've defeated...that beast.
Whoop...and hollar about,
'I've defeated...and done feeding it!
That beast is outta my house.'

You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!

You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!

More than a piece of cake!
Defeating...that beast.
Gone and eliminated.
Defeating...that beast.

Much more than a piece of cake.
Defeating...that beast.
But gone and eliminated.
Defeating...that beast.

More than a piece of cake.
Defeating...that beast.
Gone and eliminated.
Defeating...that beast.

Much more than a piece of cake.
Defeating...that beast.
But gone and eliminated.
That beatened up beast to beat!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Final Farewell

To say our final farewell it happend not that long ago.
Our final farewell, I remember it so clearly.
Our final farewell, I remember your smile.
Our final farewell, I remember how proud you were
that you got promoted.
Our final farewell, happened like any 'goodbye'.
Our final farewell, you seemed happy.
Our final farewell, you seemed to enjoy life.
Our final farewell, you seemed to enjoy everything,
Our final farewell, I remember the conversation.
Our final farewell, sometimes haunts me.
Our final farewell, happened so quick.
Our final farewell, I didn't know that it was going to
be our last.
Our final farewell, happened more then a year ago
Your final farewell, happened on the 15/11/05 as you
took your own life.

poem by Nikki Hamilton
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Living Corpse

propulsion often decays into nothing
but stagnancy, the visit of eternity
next erupts to tranquillise my flesh
raising me from the ground
and my corpse jumps
and my corpse curses the prison
once more the ripping
fits the feet and the well-being
I am ransacked tonight.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Autumn Changes

This love of ours is gradually fading
Something is wrong, or somebodys faking
Autumn changes
Shifting phases
Autumn changes
Turning stages
Surely something can help to patch it up
Too many nights sitting here waiting
Too many days hoping and praying
Something inside seems to be dying
Most of the time I just feel like crying
Autumn changes
Shifting phases
Autumn changes
Turning stages
Surely something can help to patch it up
Oh yes we can, sure we can
Sure we can, sure we can
Autumn changes
Shifting phases
Autumn changes
Turning stages
Surely something can help to patch it up
Oh, yes we can, sure we can
Sure we can, sure we can

song performed by by Donna Summer
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Some People Grow Up

Some people grow up,
To develop into adults...
In staged phases.
Maturing with a blooming done.

Others grow older in age,
To never experience adulthood.
Or those staged phases of blooming.
And remain immature to play pretend.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sumthin' Othuh Than Yo' Nah-Stay

Gimme sumthin' othuh than yo' nah-stay.
'Cause yo' pooh-pooh sicks a doo-doo,
And yo' doo-doo reeks a pooh-pooh.

Gimme sumthin' othuh than yo' nah-stay.
'Cause yo' pooh-pooh sicks a doo-doo,
And yo' doo-doo reeks a pooh-pooh.

I want something lifting to a higher degree.
'Cause yo' pooh-pooh sicks a doo-doo,
And yo' doo-doo reeks a pooh-pooh.

I want something lifting to a higher degree.
'Cause yo' pooh-pooh sicks a doo-doo,
And yo' doo-doo reeks a pooh-pooh.

Gimme sumthin' othuh than yo' nah-stay.
'Cause yo' pooh-pooh sicks a doo-doo,
And yo' doo-doo reeks a pooh-pooh.

I want something lifting to a higher degree.
Gimme sumthin' othuh than yo' nah-stay.
I've gotta reach a peak to please a 'bon appétit-ah'.
Gimme sumthin' othuh than yo' nah-stay!
'Cause yo' pooh-pooh sicks a doo-doo,
And yo' doo-doo reeks a pooh-pooh.
Gimme sumthin' othuh than yo' nah-stay!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Flesh Is So Nice

(j.buckley)
I want to tell you a story
About a little cutey
She's ass-slappin' pretty
And voluptous fingers
Wanna let her lick me
Stick the thick of my pussy
From across the street
She looks good enough to eat me
Kitty! your flesh is so nice
Your flesh is so nice
Let me take a bite
Your flesh is so nice.
Oh, i take off my belt
Oh, i whip the staircase
(whip the staircase)
Kill all the men
Everything's dead to them
You're the only one i follow
Come on and let me give you that "o".
Your flesh is so nice
I wanna take you twice
Your flesh is so nice
Oooo your flesh is so nice
Your flesh is so nice
Wanna take a bite
Your flesh is so nice
Your flesh is so
Your flesh is so
Your flesh is so
Your flesh is so
Nice
(repeat)

song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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The Resonant Dream

The final dream
So resonant and pure
The final dream
Will never be at its end
Its long journey almost o'er
The final dream
Has just begun
To rattle the fate at hand
The final dream
Is as pure as gold
It is perfect and will stand
The final dream
Will never come to a close
Yet it has a happy hand
The final dream
Is a grand dream
That turns the time of sand
The final dream
Is such a dream
That it is now near its end

poem by Alex Fischer
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The End Complete

You will soon come with me to die,
And find that death is not the end.
Who I say, who will, who won't be freed.
Tell me that this is not the end complete.
Even as the end's complete.
Finding strenght in one's defeat.
Living in an endless score.
Killing me with battled sores.
I'm the one that's sent to kill,
Feeling all destructive will.
Bring forth one dead soul's decay,
The end's complete, it's the final day.
When the time has come to bare,
Dying young, fall to despair.
To bring forth one dead soul decay,
The end complete's the final day

song performed by by Obituary
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Defeat

Defeat
Will kill you
If you let it
It is the No
Before you even try
A nagging fear
You can't let go
So you just sit there
And like baby -cry!

Defeat is a ghost
Fleeting mist that is not
You never count the cost
To fight it you work
On all that you got
Knock it off
Give it the best shot
Crush it on your feet
Defeat.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Someone Deceit Free and Not a Greedy Needer

I want somebody worthy!
Trusting and a friend.
Someone deceit free,
And not a greedy needer.

I want somebody worthy...
Trusting and a friend
Someone deceit free,
And reeks of honesty.

My needs are simple and I make no demands.
My right hand knows,
What my left is doing.

I want someone who knows just where they stand.
And if they should fall...
Get right back up on their feet,
To hit the breeze.

I want somebody worthy!
Trusting and a friend.
Someone deceit free,
And not a greedy needer.

I want somebody worthy...
Trusting and a friend
Someone deceit free,
And reeks of honesty.
Is that 'one'
For me!

My needs are simple and I make no demands.
My right hand knows,
What my left is doing consciously.

I want someone who knows just where they stand.
And if they should fall...
Get right back up on their feet,
To hit the breeze.

I want somebody,
Who will not compromise with defeat!
I want somebody,
Who has stopped trying to find enemies.

Someone deceit free and not a greedy needer,
Is for me.
Someone deceit free and not a greedy needer,
Is for me.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Familiar Situation

The procedure reeks,
With a familiar situation.

The needy are depicted,
As inflicting their own special 'needs'.
As if they could not wait to become impoverished,
By those who advertise their philanthropic ways.
To show a public concern with a donated tax free gift!

The procedure reeks,
With a familiar situation.

The needy are depicted,
As inflicting their own special 'needs'.
As if they could not wait to become impoverished,
By those who advertise their philanthropic ways.
To show a public concern with a donated tax free gift!
With another round of photo ops,
Promoting generousity and involvement...
With the assistance of highlighting 'instructored',
Self impowerment.

The procedure reeks,
With a familiar situation.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flesh For A Fantasy

There's a change in pace
Of fantasy and taste
Do you like good music?
Do you like to dance? Oh yeah.
Hangin' out for a body shop at night
Ain't it strange what we do to feel alright? Oh yeah.
So when will you call?
I'm experienced Oh yeah
Face to face
And back to back
You see and feel
My sex attack
Sing it
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
It's after midnight
Are you feelin' alright oh yeah
Turn on the light, babe
Are you someone else tonight?
Neighbour to neighbour, door to door
Don't ask questions, there's time for it all Oh yeah.
Face to face
And back to back
You see and feel
My sex attack
Sing it
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We cry
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
I sing for culture...
Father loves his son,
Mothers, daughters, too.
It's an old old story,
Cries the new world too.
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
You cry
Flesh, flesh for fantasy

song performed by by Billy Idol
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A curse and a blessing

Passion
Poetry
Lightening
Sleepless nights

Oppression
Geometry
Fighting
The final fights

And its defeat
Within a free heart beat

A curse and a blessing

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Flesh For Fantasy

Theres a change in pace
Of fantasy and taste
Do you like good music?
Do you like to dance? oh yeah.
Hangin out for a body shop at night
Aint it strange what we do to feel alright? oh yeah.
So when will you call?
Im experienced oh yeah
Face to face
And back to back
You see and feel
My sex attack
Sing it
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
Its after midnight
Are you feelin alright oh yeah
Turn on the light, babe
Are you someone else tonight?
Neighbour to neighbour, door to door
Dont ask questions, theres time for it all oh yeah.
Face to face
And back to back
You see and feel
My sex attack
Sing it
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We cry
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
I sing for culture...
Father loves his son,
Mothers, daughters, too.
Its an old old story,
Cries the new world too.
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
We want
Flesh, flesh for fantasy
You cry
Flesh, flesh for fantasy

song performed by by Billy Idol
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