A Mesh
A Mesh
Over the loathsome lying culture,
I see a hovering leading vulture,
Came from the distant alien land,
Each bony joint to apart, disband,
And eat the last remains of flesh,
Under the false pretentious mesh,
Of terrorism.
poem by Shahida Latif
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Vulture Culture
Lenny zakatek - lead vocal
Somehow you made it in the big wide world
And youre absolutely home and dry
You got away from a one horse town
And the only way out was to fly
You heard a lot about an easy street
And it seems like the place to be
You heard some talk about a slippery slope
But you think it cant happen to me
Vulture culture
Use it or you lose it
Vulture culture
Choose it or refuse it
Hollywood is calling wont you join the dance
Moving onto wall street why not take a chance
Its a vulture culture
Never lend a loser a hand
Just a vulture culture
Living off the fat of the land
Nowhere to turn around and catch your breath
Its all relatively trouble free
No need to bother with the bottom line
Or a money back guarantee
You sign a deal thats been etched in stone
Its absolutely cut and dry
Thats when they got you in the danger zone
And the only way out is to die
Vulture culture
Use it or you lose it
Vulture culture
Choose it or refuse it
Hollywood is waiting striking up the band
Everyone on wall street shakes you by the hand
Such a vulture culture
Never lend a loser a hand
Just a vulture culture
Living off the fat of the land
Use it or you lose it
Choose it or refuse it
Hollywoods a no go not a second chance
Nobody on wall street gives a second glance
Its a vulture culture
Moving to the beat of the band
Its a vulture culture
Never lend a loser a hand
Its just a vulture culture
Living off the fat of the land
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Hunger For The Flesh
Spare a thought for the souls
Who cannot leave this earth
The attachments bind so tightly, not a chance
Not a chance of a new birth
The river gently beckons
But the answer is no
Gripping their illusions
They cannot let them go
Hunger for the flesh
Leads them to a weaker heart
Mortals who imprisoned themselves
Let them have a new start
Wishing to hold onto life and all its games
Singing their lament song
Holding back the change
They came here for to dance
To learn and not to cling
Holding onto life
As if it were the important thing
Hunger for the flesh
Hunger for security
Caught up in the mesh
Caught up for eternity
Hunger for the flesh
Hunger for security
Caught up in the mesh
Caught up for eternity
The river gently beckons
But the answer is no
Gripping their illusions
They cannot let them go
Hunger for the flesh
Leads them to a weaker heart
Mortals who imprison themselves
Let them have a new start
Let them have a new start
Hunger for the flesh
Hunger for security
Caught up in the mesh
Caught up for eternity
Hunger for the flesh
Hunger for security
Caught up in the mesh
Holding back the change
song performed by by Howard Jones
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To step aside
that children
have never desisted to play at
even good weather
menacing its life
they remain to play at
with the gladness; joy
childhood
while mother
silent mesh
nets mesh
fish
what do not willing
to step aside.
poem by Prasetya Utama
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The rich man breaks through the mesh and escapes, the afflicted man remains in the net and is caught.
One-On-One Skirmish in War
Lend me a crushed ear,
A juicy smear of dermis, and
I shall blast ye of your world
Upon a barrel furnace
Flaring orange of an instant!
Now first, please rip apart my being:
Sunder me, O! plunder please the
Writhing flesh upon my bones and
Leave it naught of
Living life - kill to
Bleeding cinders, embers of an ex.
Recuperation? Never! no!
Otherwise to suffer minds -
Bowels and all to wither
Aren't on offer -
Only desperate tears to flee! Now
Let me in and I'll remove
Your rhythmic timer - the
Pumping tinderbox to feed
A vox humana pleading for its life;
The reaper's chimer
Sees you burn,
Hears you spurn your soul -
Your screaming head - top flesh;
Dead mesh - mesh of death! No
Breath from breast! No
Beat or heat from rising ribs -
How neat, the meat in
Death together!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
All rights reserved
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Failure of Communion
What is the space between,
enclosing us in one
united person, yet
dividing each alone.
Frail bridges cross from eye
to eye, from flesh to flesh,
from word to word: the net
is gapped at every mesh,
and this each human knows:
however close our touch
or intimate our speech,
silences, spaces reach
most deep, and will not close.
poem by Judith Wright
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L6,212
the net with lovely mesh
catches me breathlessly, i
am breathless in this
capture, and unlike those
who want to be free, i,
have learned to love
this captivity, this mesh,
the hands are ready to
take me out from here,
but i am refusing them, i,
love it here, my heart in
captivity has found meaning
i, am, growing the flowers
of lovely prison in my skin,
i am a captive scented
to the perfume of a affection
who is more willing to
preach that freedom
too, is a dangerous matter,
the choices too many to
behold, to be understood,
the responsibility too huge
thus, killing us slowly, here,
i am freed from duty, i,
am sitting on a sofa, with
nothing in my head but
the state of having nothing
of thinking and doing nothing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Culture Of Stupidity
Open your naive eyes…..,
To the Culture Of Stupidity….,
It’s all around you….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! !
No way to escape….,
From the Culture Of Stupidity ….,
It haunts and stalks you…,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….! !
It’s hard to believe it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity ….,
That so many can’t see it….,
The Culture Of Stupidity …! !
As liberals keep shying away…..,
From the overwhelming threat…..,
Of radical terrorism today…..,
How long will The Culture Of Stupidity go on….? ?
My answer is as simple as this….,
The Culture Of Stupidity shall live on…..,
As long as humankind and liberalism will exist…! !
poem by Trade Martin
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You, whom the grave cannot bind
You, whom the grave cannot bind,
Shall a song hold you?
Still you escape from the mesh
Spun to enfold you.
Your woven texture of flesh
Short time confined you.
Sib to the sun and the wind,
Shall a song bind you?
poem by Lesbia Harford
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Fish
Fish me up in nets.
Mesh closed to flesh,
I'm pressed.
Inspect me like the rest.
Then toss me back...
To catch up with the others,
In school.
Before it is addressed
I confessed 'playing hooky'.
I 'ain't' no fool!
I'm cool with that!
At least I wont be left,
To flip and flop around!
Like those other clowns on deck.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bad days ahead
Bad days go, go ahead of time
Vulture devours the world of poem
Clever fox takes shelter behind the culture.
My fertile land is bitten by poisonous teeth
of black cobra
She becomes pregnant again again
but bears only vulture, fox and swine.
Bad days go, go ahead of time.
poem by Shikdar Waliuzzaman
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The chief's wisdom is a mesh of old stories, good and bad.
Orange County
Orange County, home of cultures
where the rats will sometimes race,
now is also home for vultures
dropping shit on every face,
as well as cars you have to wash
every time you’re in the county.
People will not think you’re posh,
covered with this avian bounty,
if you live in Newport Beach,
or in Irvine, or in Tustin;
though the bird shit looks like bleach
or the sands of St. Augustine,
for there is a disconnect
separating O.C. culture
from my culture in L.A.,
since I am a culture vulture,
and the County’s birds of prey
bother me, so I hold fonder
woods of Beverly where I,
peacefully inside my Honda,
never vulture shit espy.
3/10/05
poem by Gershon Hepner
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They consider me to have sharp and penetrating vision because I see them through the mesh of a sieve.
quote by Kahlil Gibran
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Body Movements
I have in my arms an inner mechanism,
Yes legs, there is strong realism.
The body movements will remain
Loving our lessons and again.
I have all lesson and learning in this way,
My organs shall respond in a day.
Joys repeat as forces collect,
And the skeleton’s bones will connect
To prove ounces of flesh
Are exactly in this mesh.
My arms and legs and offal
Are in one single way lawful.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Alien
Alien to love
Alien to hate
Alien to knowledge
Alien to fate
Alien to sanity
Alien insane
Alien to caring
Alien in pain
poem by Poet Dragon
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Listen...
There is a knocking in the skull,
An endless silent shout
Of something beating on a wall,
And crying, “Let me out!”
That solitary prisoner
Will never hear reply.
No comrade in eternity
Can hear the frantic cry.
No heart can share the terror
That haunts his monstrous dark.
The light that filters through the chinks
No other eye can mark.
When flesh is linked with eager flesh,
And words run warm and full,
I think that he is loneliest then,
The captive in the skull.
Caught in a mesh of living veins,
In cell of padded bone,
He loneliest is when he pretends
That he is not alone.
We’d free the incarcerate race of man
That such a doom endures
Could only you unlock my skull,
Or I creep into yours.
poem by Ogden Nash
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The FBI. is a massive culture. It's been a culture that served America well, and it's been focused on prosecution. But what we need in terms of terrorism is prevention.
quote by John Ashcroft
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I Wish
I WISH
With a form so fair
The bird in the air
Aimlessly darts nowhere
With little care!
How I wish
I could push
And away swish
From the mesh
Of this mundane trash!
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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It's Nobody's Fault
I like how music and culture overlap
I love how movies and reality mesh
Thirty frames a second, and holographs are king
In the cubist world of the eleven dimensions
It's nobody's fault.
I like how senses and minds reflect
The outer environments subtle cues
Ink blots and symbol cards give themselves away
There are no secrets in the subconscious collective
It's nobody's fault.
I enjoy that the inner man is pure freedom
Formed into a sacred fountain of living flame
Self renewing and bright as a welders torch
When treasure's hid, no fools may conquer it
It's nobody's fault.
poem by Patti Masterman
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