Blood Flow
Blood, blood
Let it all flow
Crimson
The worlds new gold
A precious ruby
The most sacred jewel
Blood
Sweet poisonous blood
Let it flow as a snake river may
Let it fall like the cruel rain
Red red
Crimson red
Let it pour
Let it drain
Into my goblet of fire
A delicious meal
My sinful desire
poem by Janelle Morehart
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Ink Is My Blood
I am a poet.
There is ink in my blood.
I flow through lines
As a river meandering its course.
My blood is ink,
Ink is my blood.
I give life to the depressed
I flow to educate
I flow to enlighten
I meander to caution
I wriggle to chastise
I correct ills in the lands
I flow beyond borders
I flow through out the world.
My ink flows ceaselessly after my departure
It flows to the land I never tread
My ink is my life.
My ink may look ordinary
But it is a potent force.
My ink does not faint
My ink is my blood
So, enjoy the drops of my blood
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Your Blood Seeping Through the New Blood Flow
The razor is the one that cuts the wrists
Drawing blood with every slit
The razor is the one that makes anger let go
Your blood seeping through the new blood flow
The gun is the one that takes your pain
Leaving loved ones and some shame
The gun is the one that lets life go
Your blood seeping through the new blood flow
The pills are the ones that cause endings
Swallowing twenty without pretending
No life left leaking when you swallow
Your blood seeping through the new blood flow
Suicide is your way of giving up
Because you think your life's bankrupt
Suicide your way of letting go
Your blood seeping through the new blood flow
poem by Free Faller
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Blood stained top
My blood stained top lies on the floor.
Coved in crimson red.
From the bursting seems of my skin.
The blood did pour.
Going all over my top.
As the blood seeps in to my top.
It has made it blood stained.
Like blood tears.
My life remains in tatters.
Like my top I cut to bits.
My skin is sliced to ribbons.
And the blood is oozing,
down my top
Making it blood stained
See the top in the morning.
A memento of the night before.
It won't stop me.
For I'll have to do it again
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Nothing But the Blood
What can wash away my sin?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
What can make me whole again?
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
For my pardon this I see -
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
For my cleansing, this my plea -
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Nothing can for sin atone -
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
Naught of good that I have done -
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
This is all my hope and peace -
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
This is all my righteousness -
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
CHORUS
Oh! precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
poem by Robert Wadsworth Lowry
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Blood Flow
Brother brawl brother
Blood flow
Sister sinister sister
Blood flow
Pals plan pals
Blood flow
Sect set sect
Blood flow
Nation nag nation
Blood flow
Blood shed each day
Outstream water of pacific ocean
poem by Alade Abayomi IdrisWhite
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930 Ruby Birthstone Of July
Perfect red trigonal crystals
Mined in far Mong Su in Burma
Carmine glowing inner fire
Ruby red like haemoglobin
Ruby purifies the blood stream
Saves the wearer from infection
Brings success and sanctifies you
Perfect red trigonal crystals.
Rubies - rare and blood red gemstones
Beloved of English Kings and Queens.
Colour - cut and carat make it
Perfect gift for any lady
For Ruby Wedding - forty years
Rubies tell of love's devotion
Calm our nerves and dry our tears
Rubies - rare and blood red gemstone.
Hot July has ruby birthstone
To enhance the Sun's red glow
Linked with Zodiac Sign of Cancer
Symbol - power of clear thinking
Through it focussed solar power
Into heart of ruby wearer
Giving strength for life's decisions
Hot July has ruby birthstone.
Rubies red like crimson roses
Perfect red trigonal crystals
Rubies rare and blood red gemstones
Hot July has ruby birthstone
Birthstone ruby has July hot
Gemstones red blood and rare rubies
Crystals trigonal red perfect
Roses crimson like red rubies.
Dedicated to all the PH Ladies - each one of whom
is as precious as a perfect ruby.
(John Knight - Sunny Colchester - 22 January 2010)
poem by John Knight
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Reunion Of Blood (Acrostic)
Resurrect this corpse with the shade of dying Crimson
Enter each dropp at the will of my own forsaken hand
Undo nothing for blood shall reunite us two
Nothing stands in the way of what Crimson wants
Indefinite screams I hear from the grave, Beckon me
Onto the bloody alter
Never shall this crimson vein close.
Often I shall reminisce on my sacrificial love,
For you my dear, hold what simple Crimson cannot.
Bathe in my words My veins unwillingly leak,
Let all of me course within your body
Ounce by ounce our blood collides
Often messy, watch this bloody tide,
Death shall visit one last time, to join in this reunion of Blood.
poem by Crimson Love
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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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I Need Thee Every Hour / Nothing But The Blood
(Duet with Vince Gill)
(Amy)
I need Thee every hour, most gracious Lord;
No tender voice like Thine can peace afford.
I need Thee, O I need Thee;
Every hour I need Thee;
O bless me now, my Savior,
I come to Thee.
(Amy)
What can wash away my sin?
(Amy and Vince)
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
(Vince)
What can make me whole again?
(Amy and Vince)
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
(Amy Vince and background vocals)
Oh! Precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
(Amy)
For my pardon, this I see,
(Amy and Vince)
Nothing but the blood of Jesus;
(Vince)
For my cleansing, this my plea,
(Amy and Vince)
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
(Amy Vince and background vocals)
Oh! Precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh! Precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
Oh! Precious is the flow
That makes me white as snow;
No other fount I know,
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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0046 Jewel of Blood
A fine morning and the side-streets empty
then turning the corner,
in the middle of the road
a pigeon - grey-mauve, plump and feather-perfect,
one wing half-spread in flight,
sprawled sideways,
dead
and at that moment the sun shone
cruelly
on the blood that shone on the dusty road by its head,
a jewel, redder than any red,
that shone like a message
as if it were the blood of the world itself
so rich, so rich...
and I felt guilty
that I saw it so beautiful,
that jewel from the heart of a dead dove
of peace,
and thought I should suppress the thought...
and, now, that further thought which hovered in its train
that this whole world in such a jewel of blood,
more precious than a ruby, or than gold, or much fine gold,
a jewel beyond price
is what a devotee at communion or at Mass...
while cool reason
(what has reason to do with this?)
countered
well you value your own blood above most things
don't you? Why not a pigeon's?
but all words spent and poets silent and associations dropped
and thoughts at rest,
that pool of blood
in the winter sunlight that shone on the dusty street
was just so beautiful.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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There is blood between us
I
There’s blood between us
that flows very strong
and that red
bind us to each other
with genes and ancestors
and you will forever be my brother.
II
There’s blood between us
and our hands
are full of it
and it’s blood of enemies
that had to flow
for us to stay alive
and that blood ties
you and me
in a own companionship
and you are my best comrade.
III
There’s blood between us
that binds you to me
and maybe a child
will appear out of us both
as sign of how sincere
our love is
and that blood
ties you my love
to me
as the one that I adore.
IV
There’s blood between us
that flows on a cross
where the Son of God
suffered for me
and that blood
wash all my sins away
and tie me
to become a child
of the Almighty Father.
poem by Gert Strydom
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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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The Blood of My Brethren
The blood of my brethren
Flows like river to the sea
Painting my eyes red
Turning my thoughts to death
I mourn with great torment
For my fallen brethren
My tears fall so steadily
They wed with the sea
Just as the blood of the lost
So now you know
Why the water around
My emerald isle is so
For the souls of my brethren
And the great sea before you
Have joined in pain and in blood
The blood of my brethren flows
Even today with the sea
As does it flow deep
Within me
poem by Cody Moore
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Today... 'Fountain of living waters
Come and see the crimson flood flowing free
from the cross on the hill of Calvary.
Blood that has flowed from Emmanuel's veins
to wash away all of our sinful stains.
I will not forsake this deep cleansing flow
for it can wash me whiter than the snow.
To the Fountain of Living Water flee
and come for forgiveness at Calvary.
So let's all fear God and shun the evil.
Flee from the temptations of the devil.
But when we sin in repentance we cry
'Lord wash me in Your blood or I shall die.'
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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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Alchemy Of Human Blood
The human body is a priceless mine
Containing gold and cosmic matter
Within our blood flows “The Divine”
That points way to “Jacob’s Ladder”
Sacred/precious fluid, so often shed
Giving fleeting power to an evil few
As, nothings gained from the dead
By plundering innocence and virtue
Within blood lay the mystery of life
Also all that was, is, or shall ever be
Opens wide a door to “The Afterlife”
Solves ‘Why are we here? ” anomaly
Meditate upon the crimson fluid within
“Know thyself”, to once more feel akin
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Throwing Fire At The Sun
I think of venus sinking down into the sea.
And what it is to be alone and have nothing.
I dont know why you want to leave this space between.
Is it easier to be alone and have nothing ? .
You and me and everyone,
Throwing fire at the sun.
I put my hands up, lay my weapons down.
I know that I was stupid, I was wrong.
You and me and everyone,
Throwing fire at the sun.
If I listen theres something deeper that speaks.
If we reach out maybe we could make a little peace.
You and me and everyone,
Throwing fire at the sun.
Remember stealing oranges and how they bled.
And youre the one who showed me how to touch myself.
You and me and everyone,
Throwing fire at the sun.
Blood is a river, ties you to me,
Blood is a river, ties everyone.
Blood is a river, ties you to me,
Blood is a river, ties everyone.
song performed by by Heather Nova
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Watch My Blood Rain
The blade looks enticing
It's difficult to explain
The ideas of slicing
Watch my blood rain
The cut is deep
Some say I'm insane
It puts me to sleep
To watch my blood rain
The redness is real
I cannot refrain
I know I truly feel
When I watch my blood rain
I sit and I cry
Life is nothing but pain
I ask myself why
I watch my blood rain
My spirit is bound
By this ball and chain
My soul has been downed
Then I watch my blood rain
The anguish is true
My heart has been slain
One day I'll break through
For now I'll watch my blood rain
poem by Haley Nicole
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Sunday The 13th Of November
A rum for a ram and a sheep fopr a ship,
Sunday the 13th of November to remember!
Like the male lambs of the first year when,
The blood started to flow.
One young bull and one male lamb,
One big ram and one male goat,
But one is destroyed out of the twins expected;
It come out as blood on Sunday the 13th of November.
Of a spanteneous reaction,
And this blood flow is the evidence;
But our faith will always lead us on,
Like life in the wilderness of Sinai.
Sunday the 13th of November,
Like the old blood in a clay pot;
Sunday the 13th of November,
Like the synchroneous act of sadness;
There we lost our appetite.
What is sweet is now soar,
What is joyful is now sadness,
Three days later with an accident;
Like the silent journey on one's mystries.
Sunday the 13th of November,
Like two loaves of bread baked with a romance;
But the silver trumpets should be sounded now!
For the blood flow had taken one of the twins away.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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No Longer Inside Of Me
I sit here on the ground
The tears running down my face
The memories flowing through my veins
All i can feel is the pain inside
I hold the blade over my small arm
And think to myself
Whether or not to slide it across
When i couldnt take the pain anymore
I slide it across
Watching as the blood ran
The rain washes away the memory of him
Along with the blood he gave to me
The blood will pour and pour
Until it could no more
Once his blood is gone
I'll be able to rest
I'll be able to move on
I wont stop until its gone
even if it means i have to die.
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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