Deadly Sins
Their truth lies in the open door now....
Where scars from battles fought can be seen-
Traced by the blood, sweat and tears, they caused
With an ocean of indifference-in between;
Where anger raged-more than enough!
Where swollen feelings were left to burn
Where forgiveness was never a choice
Where our foes-never ever learn! ;
Where opinions are absolute judgements
And the taking of a life means nothing at all!
Where drug addiction, cruelty, and violence play easily-
And the innocent victims-always fall;
I have said it before-many times
Theirs is a hired killer mentality-
Lust and Greed* their oft' sown seed
In a world of blatant criminality!
poem by Theodora Onken
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Crime, And Justice...
crime, and justice,
how do we decide?
the crime committed,
but what caused the crime?
poverty, need,
addiction, hopelessness.
the anger of the owned,
lashing out indiscriminately.
but the choice is still there.
in the final it is!
but violence breeds violence,
and greed breeds violence.
we bury the victim,
listening for footsteps down the hall.
the executioner closes his eyes
as if to absolve.
and we bury another.
those that have still have.
well protected, well insulated,
and the courtroom is empty.
choices?
who owns the choice?
in the final judgement,
whose hands will be clean?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Lust We Fought For
The lust we fought for in now just a pile of ash.
The lust we fought for was a lie to it's very last.
The lust we fought for burns in my memory every night.
The kust we fought for wasn't worth it's own right.
The lust we fought for seemed so out of control.
The lust we fought for only needed us to grab ahold.
So the lust we fought for wasn't lust at all.
Indeed it was love that made our great fall.
The lust we fought for keeps me crying at night.
The lust we fought for has me praying to turn it right.
The lust we fought for makes me miss you more.
The lust we fought for broke my heart to it's core.
The lust we fought for brings out a million tears.
The lust we fought for challenged all of my fears.
So the lust we fought for was the pain i deserved to face.
Indeed it was love from that magically beautiful place.
The lust we fought for is now gone up in flames...
Because I now know that the lust we fought for was real all the same.
poem by Erin Grantham
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Indifference
Indifference is a blatant unkindness,
Far worse than anger and hatred.
With indifference you can get away
From victims, their anguish and miseries.
With indifference you can be well safe
From interruptions to your work and joy.
Neighbours are of no consequence
Nor are their lives meaningful.
Anger is creative; it brings changes.
Hatred is creative; it brings effects.
Indifference is not no-intrusion.
Indifference is destructive and inhuman.
06.10.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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16 Penny Nails!
strong harsh words,
16 penny nails driven
by a big hammer....
truth tears at the flesh
of the lie and the liar!
things arent pretty anymore.
hurt is real!
homeless is real!
jobless is real!
hunger is real!
the streets are real!
prison is real!
prejudice, oppression,
hatred, violence....
people used, and thrown away!
persecution... over religion,
over sexual choice,
over political viewpoints....
wars fought over oil fields,
riot squads beating peaceful protestors...
women losing the rights
to their own bodies....
lonliness, suicide, drug addiction....
a harsh picture, faces put on bodies....
and yet beneath it all
there still lies a beauty...
all human beings, all human beings,
made in the image of God!
how can we not respect each other?
and how can we overlook....
the value of life?
with trembling hands wiping away
the blood, sweat, and urine of life...
trembling hands that when joined
become the hands of prayer!
16 penny nails, with heart!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Good or Bad, the Prayer
No more good or bad
There is only life and consequences, the truth is that.
I caused what comes to me,
I have the power to overcome by trusting in Thee.
Good or bad eventually destroys each other,
When I realize that I caused all matter.
However, all is for my own lesson and education,
When I learn I became stronger and have no more false temptation.
Walking through the valley of shadow of death,
Means all the sick around me who show what I can get.
If I follow them I end up where they are now,
They live in fear, anger, hatred, destroying life habits, greed
And they do not even know why and how.
All stories in the world teach the old lesson,
Only they hint a lot without explanation.
When I see through the darkened glass clearly,
My life changes and I step forward openly.
In this moment I cannot share what I feel and know,
Others don't understand what is my right or woe.
I just go on, face what comes with the perfect faith in goodness,
My life unfolds as it should, I have true happiness.
Everything works for good and God takes care of me,
I love life, expect the best, learn easily and happily in Thee.
Amen
poem by LaSoaphia QuXazs
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The Burn
Chorus:
Bad is better than the burn
Some people never learn
Bad is better than the burn
Ill take the blame its my mistake
One heart goes free one heart just aches
Its an easy kill within my range
I made the break honey you kept the pain
And yesterday means nothin to me now (doesnt matter)
Ill keep it hid youll live somehow
Bad is better than the burn
Truth is better than a lie
Some people never learn
Bad is better than the burn
I fished loves kiss from the wishing well
Wound up in heaven stayed around for hell
Its a common crime to live this lie
I see no point after love has died
Ill be the one who said good-bye (oh yeah)
And Ill take the heat for the tears you cry
Bad is better than the burn
Truth is better than a lie
Some people never learn
Bad is better than the burn
Bad is better than the burn
Or the hurt thats hidden in the heart
They say you pay with what you earn
Bad is better than the burn
Cold is the shoulder that turns away
Curses the man on judgment day
Damned by the brand done too soon
Crawled out of this house and howled at the moon
(guitar solo)
And yesterday means nothing to me now
Ill keep it hid, youll live somehow
Bad is better than the burn
Some people never learn
Bad is better than the burn
Bad is better than the burn
Truth is better than a lie
Some people never learn
Bad is better than the burn
Bad is better than the burn...
song performed by by Starship
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A Simple Warning
You stare at it as if you've never
seen it. You eat it up like it's the
best thing you've ever eaten. Your
life is consumed with anger. You spend
your days eaten up with greed and lies.
It feels like home
It fits like a glove
to your life but this isn't
the way it was meant to bear
Yet you've known no different.
You are fed lies told greed is a
new lifestyle. Don't get fooled by the lies.
Greed will eat you up
Lies will tear you apart.
How do you survive. I cannot say but
don't fall into the path of lies and greed
for it will destroy you
Scars
Those who suffer scars outside
Are afflicted since they can't hide.
But they likely confront reality
Since their appearance is there to see.
In turn most learn it's not what is seen,
Since actions determine what life will mean.
Whereas those harboring scars inside
Can't be treated when they've denied
That there's anything wrong…
Until the next crisis comes along.
Then it's the world that's marred…
Not them since they have worked hard.
Scars of denial, insecurity and hate
Are like open wounds that never abate.
These marks take their greatest toll
Surreptitiously hidden, destroying soul.
Sadder are innocent victims that suffer;
Unscarreds exposed to denial with no buffer.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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The Perfect Drug
The perfect drug
I got my head, but my head is unraveling
Cant keep control, cant keep track of where its traveling
I got my heart but my heart is no good
And youre the only one thats understood
I come along but I dont know where youre taking me
I shouldnt go but youre reaching back and shaking me
Turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky
The more I give to you, the more I die
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You make me hard, when Im all soft inside
I see the truth, when Im all stupid eyed
The arrow goes straight through my heart
Without you everything just falls apart
My blood wants to say hello to you
My feelings want to get inside of you
My soul is so afraid to realize
Every little word is a lack of me
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
(whispering)
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the drug, the perfect drug
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
(continues in backround)
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Violent Rage
I have been in a violent rage since the day that I was born
First it began when from my mother that I was violently torn
And then from that day that loss of innocence I still do mourn
I am truly the innocent, and at the world I do scorn.
Violence it is with me wherever that I might be
Where friendship is another man's drink, rage is my cup of tea
People enjoy to anger as though that is there strategy
And rage is that result, and the victim is always me.
I think about my past and the major events in my life
My first kiss, my first hug, my siblings and even my wife
But then those events brought me anger and hate and also strife
I was used and abused, cheated on and then stabbed by their knife.
When I wake up in the morning anger is on my mind
And when I go to bed at night my temper is all that I can find
I think of my rage which was caused by friends not being kind
How I wish that my peace and solitude was never left behind.
My life is filled with its outrages, anger and its wrath
I wish now that when I was walking I had taken a more peaceful path
Seems as though I have walked that road for years if correctly I did my math
How I wish that my rage could be removed, as simply by taking a bath.
I am now so tired my body is so old and worn
I wish again and again, I never came out that September morn
My mother was the rose and I indeed was her thorn
How I wish and pray many times over, that I could of been reborn.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Keeper Of My Heart
For you
I would tattoo me
With lines crossing into a hand
And a heart that would never bleed
With the twilight
And the horse drawn on my arm
Standing for an addiction
Pray we go unharmed
Here is my love and anger
You see now
These are my gods
These are my scars
Here is my love and anger
Well these arms are burning
But theyre open wide
Some things
I hold too tightly
Some things
Ill never
Ill never touch
Oh but Im wearing down the stones
In the river
And you see all my life
Ive painted with angers brush
Now, now could you
Lift me through my love and anger
You see now
These are your gods
These are my scars
Lift me through my love and anger
Ah and my arms are burning
But theyre open wide
Oh
You precious kid
I have a motion
And its just for you
I see a warrior
Barefoot and dancing
Oh with tears of pain and beauty
And all of this is true
For you
Lift me through my love and anger
You see now these are my gods
These are your scars
Lift me through my love and anger
Oh and my arms are burning
And theyre open wide
Pointing out the graveyards
I will be the reaper
If you will be
The keeper of my heart
I will be the reaper
If you will be
The keeper of my heart
You are the keeper of this heart
Of my heart
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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The Sound Of Wings.....
from the bars of the cell,
i learned freedom from the body.
from the underside of the bridge,
i learned home has not a house.
from forty years of working,
i learned the bitterness of the slave.
from the political lies,
i learned that truth cant be bought.
from the books i read,
i learned to reason and question.
from the heroin needle,
i learned the value of life.
from love lost,
i learned how to love.
from doubt i learned seeking,
in seeking i found god to be more.
from the scars on my heart,
i learned to be a man.
from battles fought and lost,
i learned the need for peace.
from discrimination i learned equality,
from anger i learned forgiveness.
from the mirror i learned responsibility...
from the bars of the cell,
i learned the sound of wings!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Yearning
If hate was becoming an absolute truth
and love was transcending lies
where do we go now?
This daily life, I was seeing
the pain of troubled identity,
turning into punishment of unbecoming.
The hired untruths
are killing the tender doubts.
No body wants to look back
at the subscribers of violence.
Be my friend.
Let us go for a pilgrimage into past,
for a sacred bath.
Uncovered and naked
in the hot spring of madness.
At last we will take the heat of sun
in open sky,
manipulate the wind metaphorically
and sleep in our bodies.
poem by Satish Verma
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My Poor Old Heart
I've been a fool for love
Ever since I was a baby
Just a rockin' in a cradle
As a rule I was the kind
That laid his feelings
Up front and on the table.
I gave up my world so many times
Just to see 'em tear it apart
Oh, Lord have a little bit of pity
On my poor old heart.
I wonder just how many times
A broken heart can mend
Just when I get back on my feet
Lord, I always fall again.
Bruises, burns, lies, goodbyes
They've all left some scars
Oh, Lord have a little bit of pity
On my poor old heart.
--- Instrumental ---
I oughta know by now
After all this debt
And heartache lessons
I could go without
Going through hell
Just to find a little heaven.
Seems to me every woman I meet
Has leavin' down to an art
Oh, Lord have a little bit of pity
On my poor old heart.
I wonder just how many times
A broken heart can mend
Just when I get back on my feet
Lord, I always fall again.
Bruises, burns, lies, goodbyes
They've all left some scars
Oh, Lord have a little bit of pity
On my poor old heart.
Bruises, burns, lies, goodbyes
They've all left some scars
Oh, Lord have a little bit of pity
On my poor old heart.
Hey, Lord have a little bit of pity
On my poor old heart...
song performed by by Randy Travis
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The Story Of My Life
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
I'm here to tell you the truth.
I'm not always the best guy in the world.
Jealousy has caused me to do things I'm not proud of.
Anger nearly sent me to jail.
Hate has made all my friends disappear.
Indifference has created my impoverished existence.
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
But that is just not so.
And if you don't believe me I think you should just go.
Don't wait up for I won't follow.
I'm a tree standing still.
And my insides are rotten and hollow.
I'm just waiting for a better tomorrow.
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
The champion of the horrible deeds.
To better myself out of self greed.
A soul just looking complete.
A soul that is only feeling more and more defeat.
Bury me alive.
Kill me before I kill the sky.
Bring this world in to a forever kind of darkness.
The champion of the horrible deeds.
To better myself out of self greed.
A soul just looking complete.
A soul that is only feeling more and more defeat.
Bury me alive.
Kill me before I kill the sky.
Bring this world in to a forever kind of darkness.
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
A story that I'm quite embarrassed to tell.
Practice makes perfect.
Just listen to me as exhale.
Not enough wind left in me to blow even the tiny sails.
They are so many secrets I still need to reveal.
An open canvas, for all to see.
No curtain shall hide it till the right moment.
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
I'm here to tell you the truth.
I'm not always the best guy in the world.
Jealousy has caused me to do things I'm not proud of.
Anger nearly sent me to jail.
Hate has made all my friends disappear.
Indifference has created my impoverished existence.
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
But that is just not so.
And if you don't believe me I think you should just go.
Don't wait up for I won't follow.
I'm a tree standing still.
And my insides are rotten and hollow.
I'm just waiting for a better tomorrow.
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
The champion of the horrible deeds.
To better myself out of self greed.
A soul just looking complete.
A soul that is only feeling more and more defeat.
Bury me alive.
Kill me before I kill the sky.
Bring this world in to a forever kind of darkness.
This is the story of my life.
And their is just no way to make it right.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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It's Now, It's Time
albino skunks,
nuclear rain.
on the tracks again,
no whistle, no train.
sit down and stand,
occupy your rights.
you gotta be honest
to join the fight.
black man, white man,
your blood colored red.
throw down your anger,
forgive and forget.
the time of the end,
or the time of change.
freedom's never won
without forgiveness and pain...
the soul of the callouses
the hands of those that worked...
dignity defined
by the sweat and the dirt...
their blood in the land,
the cities, and the town.
written far too deep
for greed to take down...
now all that's left
is guts and heart.
you either lay down
or stand up and start.
the choice is ours,
it's all on the line.
the guns are drawn,
it's now, it's time!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Not The One
Im not the one who made the world what it is today
Im not the one who caused the problems started long ago
But now I deal with all the consequences that troubles our times
I carry on and never once have even questioned why
Im innocent
But the wieght of the world is on my shoulders
Im innocent
But the battles started are far from over
Were not the ones who leave the homeless in the streets at night
Were not the ones whove kept minorities and women down
Still we grow and then the problems they become our own
We carr on without even realizing why
Chorus
Were innocent
But the weight of the world is on our shoulders
Were innocent
But the battles left us are far from over
Were not the ones whose pollution balcked our skies
And ruined the streams
Were not the ones who made the nuclear bombs
That threaten our lives
Were not the ones who let the children starve in faraway lands
Were not the ones who made the streets unsafe to walk at night
And even if we try and not become so overwhelmed
And if we make some contribution to the plight we see
Still our descendents will inherit our mistakes of today
Theyll suffer just the same as we and never wonder why
song performed by by Offspring
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Poetry Means
Poetry means....
Universal power, which guides
the location of commensalisms to
the planets and stars
Poetry means.......
Traveling light-beam in the dark
To bright every field;
and light every - fold
Poetry means......
Correlated heart-beating waves
with the pulsation of the absolute
Abstract feelings
Poetry means......
Refined melting golden -sheath
In the crucible of universal -truth
Poetry means...
Percolating saliva by emollient lips
in the innocent-laugh of infant buds
Poetry means....
A dropp of happiness to the ocean of pain
Entered the cell as twinkling pearl
poem by Kulkarni Puttu
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As I Slowly Tell The Stories
as i
slowly
tell the stories about you
when you were small
from where and when
and why you were born
tears
begin to fall down from your eyes
in disbelief
you come to the conclusion that you were an unwanted child.
but that is the truth and that is the key to a door that you must open.
so you may begin to understand the meaning of your life.
and now as you open the door, close it and try looking
what is really there.
there are scars along the pathways of your tears.
believe now in the reasons
unlock the love that hides inside your heart.
and then forgive them
begin from love. Oh, do not forget, there are other
hundred possibilities for you to become whole again.
good luck.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Poor Old Heart
I've been a fool for love ever since
I was a baby just a rockin' in the cradle
As a rule I was the kind who
Laid his feelings right down on the table
Gave my world so many times
Just to see them tear it apart
Whoa, Lord, have a little bit of pity
On my poor old heart.
Chorus:
I wonder just how many times a broken heart can mend
Oh, when I get back on my feet Lord, I always fall again
Rubies, furs, lies, goodbyes they've all left some scars
Whoa, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart.
Well, I ought to know by now
After of these dead and heartache lessons
I can go without going through hell
Trying to find a little heaven
Seems to me every woman I meet
Has leaving down to an art
Oh Lord, have a little bit of pity
On my poor old heart.
Chorus:
I wonder just how many times a broken heart can mend
Oh, when I get back on my feet Lord, I always fall again
Rubies, furs, lies, goodbyes they've all left some scars
Whoa, Lord, have a little bit of pity on my poor old heart.
Well, I said rubies, furs, lies, goodbyes
They've all left some scars
Whoa, Lord, have a little bit of pity
On my poor old heart.
I said Lord, have a little bit of pity
On my poor old heart...
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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