Blood Sweat And Tears
We have nothing to offer
you.. say the cows of
their gravy.. but our
blood, sweat, and tears.
How is it that their
tears..
are crystalline and clear
when they are made of
crimson blood and torn
from their broken hearts?
How is it that such tiny
orbs.. can contain
a globe of suffering?
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(to Ingrid Newkirk..
No 2 people in the animal rights movement agree on priorities
or tactics, but Ingrid Newkirk, cofounder of PETA, has with the help
of members and volunteers and other groups around the world
built a 2 million member organization which is currently asking people
to boycott KFC)
(blood sweat and tears: blood containing animal fat, sweat containing
trioxypurine or uric acid, more harmful than caffein, and tears
containing terror hormones of adrenalin)
poem by Saiom Shriver
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On Their Feet
My feet walk on soil where my ancestors blood, sweat and tears where shed.
Blood from the lashes on their backs that was put there by a cold wet whip all because they fought to be free.
Sweat that dripped from their brows from the hard work they did to help build this country we call America.
Tears that was cried so many nights they could fill a river with their sorrow.
But even after all that they did not crawl upon their knees or slide upon their bellies.
Their faith gave them hope for a brighter future for all those who would come after them. People such as Rosa Parks, Dr. Martin Luther King, Malcolm X and even me, and because of this faith no matter what they always stood upon their feet.
I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat.
quote by Winston Churchill
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45 Causes Of Alzheimer's
Cause of Alzheimer's
or Disease of Oldtimers:
Amyloid plaque blocks the veins
which feed the brain
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4 of the molecules which can build up in the brain:
a. amyloid plaque: a byproduct of animal protein metabolism
b. cholesterol in the cerebral arteries
c. calcium plaque in the blood vessels
d. trioxypurine or uric acid, the pre urine of animal
muscle cells which remains in animal flesh and crystallizes
around the joints and in the arteries
poem by O. Anna Niemus
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I would say to the House, as I said to those who have joined this Government 'I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears, and sweat.
quote by Winston Churchill
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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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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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Bloody Red Tears
Tears of blood
Oh, bloody red tears
They fall on my pillow
And it soaks in blood, red and liquefied
They fall to the floor bellow
And once dried...
It's covered in blood, brown and hardened
Oh, bloody red tears
They're the result of what no-one can mend
All my hurt that built up over the years
Bloody red tears
They're so beautiful to me
They quench my thirst nobody knows of or hears
Only one thirst could that be
The thirst to see blood and pain
Oh, it's so good to my eyes
But, my hurt, I also have a thirst to drain
All those lies!
They cause some of my bloody red tears
They cause my hardened heart, even when someone dies
Oh, bloddy red tears
They're so good to me
And have been all these years
poem by Amy Parkinson
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Blood on your hands sister
You said you loved him told him you cared
Promised him forever together
Instead you broke his heart into countless pieces
You drew tears of blood from the Prince of hearts
Hurt his pride with your insolent words
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands
I saw the pain in his eyes
I felt the bitter tears that he cried
Kicked a man when he was down
You left him a broken man
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands
From a loving giving sensitive Prince amongst men
You took your pleasure and stifled his laughter
You took your fill and threw him upon the scrapheap
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands
But his precious tears are wasted
Wasted on a dry barren heart like yours
For his heart is alive and flourishing
Whilst yours is dead and lifeless
He is the victor
Whilst you the loser
You may wash your hands of him
But the stains will never fade
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands
poem by Lilac Wine
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What makes a hero?
Be assured
It is no glamorous thing
Dirt and sweat
Blood and tears
Ammo and camouflage
Bullets and blood
Tears and pain
Danger and death
These are the makings
Of a hero
A hero does not boast or brag
He is strong and silent
He works swiftly and with skill
Amidst turmoil
With bullets flying all around him
He looks past the danger
A Hand For My Perfect End
Does it hurt so bad
So much to make you mad?
Does it rip your heart apart
So that your strenght depart?
Does it wear you inside out
And bring your tears running south?
Yes! It does more to me
For all the good there be
It turns my sweat crimson flood
And my wounded soul dripping blood
Yet through the death of some of me
Even in the midst of my solemn plea
I find this strenght within
And a voice chanting ' thou shall win'
So out with those pain and sweat- turned red
Out with those heat and south bound tears
Even my wounded soul that bled
And the host of my mortal fears
All shall this moment lend
A hand for my perfect end
poem by Okonkwo Osamedua. Allen
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Blood Red Tears
Lighten up, give it up
I see a chance to make it up
Theres a price for every day
Youve just thrown away
I am all I ever was
Didnt change the way I was
Get a grip, button it
Cool down, hypocrite
Couldnt you find her? examine your head
Heres a reminder, blood red tears were shed
Didnt you need her? examine your head
Will you remember? blood red tears were shed
You dispose, I oppose
Couldnt you resist a go
You applaud your reward
I sit here alone
You agree to comfort me
Every day I try to leave
End of feud, your attitude
Worn there on your sleeve
Couldnt you find her? examine your head
Heres a reminder, blood red tears were shed
Didnt you need her? examine your head
Will you remember? blood red tears were shed
Couldnt you find her? examine your head
Heres a reminder, blood red tears were shed
Didnt you need her? examine your head
Will you remember? blood red tears were shed
They tell me to go, I lie that I know, he cries so unkindly
Couldnt you find her? examine your head
Heres a reminder, blood red tears were shed
Didnt you need her? examine your head
Will you remember? blood red tears were shed
song performed by by Olive
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Truth Be Not Lies
A lot of my blood
sweat
and tears
went into
my undoing.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Both tears and sweat are salty, but they render a different result. Tears will get you sympathy sweat will get you change.
quote by Jesse Louis Jackson
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Both tears and sweat are salty, but they render a different result. Tears will get you sympathy; sweat will get you change.
quote by Jesse Jackson
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Working Man's Wage
(wynn varble/leslie satcher)
I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
Looked like a mountain to a boy my age
And i've seen my daddy in that hot southern sun
Move those mountains one by one
And i've seen that same man come home from the mill
Pull forty hours for a hundred-dollar bill
I've watched him struggle and i've watched him age
Raising a family on a working man's wage
I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made
For the little he earned there was so much he gave
And i hope i am worthy of a working man's wage
I pick this guitar six nights a week
Daddy can't believe they're paying me
It would be so easy to let it go to my head
But there's just one thing that i can't forget
I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made
For the little he earned there was so much he gave
And i hope i am worthy, i hope i am worthy
Of a working man's wage
I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
Looked like a mountain to a boy my age
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Working Man's Wage
(wynn varble/leslie satcher)
I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
Looked like a mountain to a boy my age
And i've seen my daddy in that hot southern sun
Move those mountains one by one
And i've seen that same man come home from the mill
Pull forty hours for a hundred-dollar bill
I've watched him struggle and i've watched him age
Raising a family on a working man's wage
I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made
For the little he earned there was so much he gave
And i hope i am worthy of a working man's wage
I pick this guitar six nights a week
Daddy can't believe they're paying me
It would be so easy to let it go to my head
But there's just one thing that i can't forget
I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made
For the little he earned there was so much he gave
And i hope i am worthy, i hope i am worthy
Of a working man's wage
I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
Looked like a mountain to a boy my age
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Drug Induced Blood, Sweat And Tears
Blood
I bled for you
lies I said for you
Truth I force fed to you
Red leaves stains
Language I took from you
Money I shock from you
white dust had hold of you
Little remains
Sweat
I'm ringing wet
Things that you forget
Now you have regrets
White ringed tides
Kind I cannot be
Cruel will set you free
Son, please stop and see
My love abides
Tears
That I have wept
Nights I haven't slept
Mornings when you crept
Home again
I've done all I can
You are your own man
Need me, here I am
Heal your pain
Tears, sweet, blood will pour
I will mop the floor
You're worth fighting for
Please come back
Be the son I knew
Back with worries few
Where only hope once grew
Before the 'Crack'
poem by Stevie Taite
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For The Ease of It
Some folks say what they do,
For the ease of it.
That is quicker to produce,
Than it is what they've said they've done.
If the mind isn't there with a physical connection.
Produced by faith that takes blood, sweat and tears.
And a spiritual affinity...
That is closer than any blood one my drip,
From that attachment.
Only then can someone say they do something...
Because it is loved.
The others?
They say what they say at social functions,
To impress.
And it shows from a lack of discipline...
Whenever they do what they do is addressed.
The mediocrity of it is a mess!
There is no work ethic that has been expressed,
Or valued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brittle Goes the Bone
for Ocean
The animal we are
reserves just rights
to complain -
empty bellies,
encroached territories,
crotch urgencies,
skin withers,
fur falls -
brittle goes the bone,
so small the gathered human corners,
so great the needed mercies.
We must not dishonor
the animal we are.
We fight for blood right,
birth right, some bread,
a place to lie down
with kindred beings.
A patch beside a stream,
a doll house street,
sweat-and-blood won,
proclaims a personal kingdom.
Listen now.
Milky or Muddy Ways
somewhere require stunning loss.
We are falling,
battered lips praising
still.
We have
witnessed,
yes,
cracked
all this.
With a kiss
love in the crush
and crank is
sealed.
poem by Warren Falcon
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Of Haiti and Other Wars
Dark soldier at attention near the sea
A tear, like sudden blood,
Down sweat and flesh and the teeth of strangers
Through bullets and the barrels of loaded guns
Blood, like a frightened lizard
Through his window in the night,
A sky the colour of corbeaux
And tears that flow to a fretful, reckless sea
Dark soldier came here, a stranger, when the moon was low and
Mocking distance from this dry and shattered land
Lying beautiful and broken like first sex
Her smile the shape of an unfinished dream
He came here when the day was night and the night was blind
Planes the shape of vultures over scalded hills
Smoke the smell of scabs greets them as they arrive
He stands at attention near the sea and in his tears
Strangers presenting alms of food and cameras
Strangers from across the way
Strangers through his window in the night
Strangers from familiar lands
Dark soldier at attention near the sea
A castaway on broken ground
Bullets, blood and breakfast
She smiles at him, turns away and goes to sleep
poem by Wesley Gibbings
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