Raped By Duality
On one hand you fly high
In your thoughts
Never say die
On the otherhand you just sigh
Succumbing to the rots
That society gives you
On one hand worshipping virtue
Oh so feel good that we love to do
And the devil appears as if on cue
Greed and decadence, hatred and poison
Always threatening for a coup
Virtues gone askew?
On one hand following ideals
That someone else made
Merging them in yours, so it reveals
And then the 'I ' that never fades
Living in egos porch
The heart gets scorched
Swinging our desires
From right to wrong
From ice to fire
From good to greed
From jailed to freed
From bond to secede
From love to hate
From solo to mate
From calm to irate
From isolate to conjugate
From' I, Me, Myself ' to a soulmate
Are we just birds on paper?
That the painter does not release
And we are the painter.
Are we rape victims?
Enraged, crying
We the victims and the rapists in one?
Are we alive
Or just dead
Before the verdict of Yama?
poem by Renu Rakheja
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Painter Man
Went to college, studied arts
To be an artist make a start
Studied hard, gettin my degree
But no one seemed to notice me
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Tried cartoons and comic books
Dirty postcards could have done
Here was where the money laid
Classic art has had its day
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Did adverts for t.v.
Household shops and brands of tea
Labels all around the cans
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
La...la...la...la...la...la...
La...la...la...la...la...la...la...
Painter man, painter man
Who wanna be a painter man
song performed by by Boney M.
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Greed is Good
“Greed is good! ” they say
Some say “Greed is great! ”
Will they say that when the masses
Are bashing down their gate?
Will they still pray to their god ‘Greed’
When they find that it’s too late?
All the starving children
They don’t think greed is good
They would rather have each day
A sufficiency of food
All the freezing homeless
How great is greed to those?
A bit of tin to shelter in
Would please them (I suppose)
What good is greed to anyone
When it is served with hate?
I’d rather have a shred of humanity
Sitting on my plate
poem by Neil Milliner
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Hand-Me-Down!
got my hand-me-down boots,
and my hand-me-down jeans.
my broke down hand-me-down hat,
doing hand-me-down things.
my hand-me-down fire,
and my hand-me-down pot.
take a hand-me-down chair,
i'll share what i've got.
got some hand-me-down thoughts,
a couple of hand-me-down songs.
i've got a hand-me-down heart
that wont leave you alone.
we'll talk about hand-me-down freedom,
and hand-me-down truth....
in this hand-me-down world,
it's just me and you!
in this hand-me-down world....
paying hand-me-down dues!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Ghost Dance
12 hours pass, flash by again twice
toll for the dead to awake again
the 8 o'clock rising still and eiry
as we follow suit of the sun dance
on hour goes by so quick so fast
and we blend to the pacing crowd
the beast struck nine and the dead join the living
hand in hand we dance the ghost dance
and look down into anothers distant eyes
hollow, gone and forboding us
what awaits beyond fleshy worlds
lust, gluteny, blasphamy and sloth
join in hands with thy brothers
vanity, gluteny and greed
the beast struck nine and the dead join the living
hand in hand we dance the ghost dance
throw back our heavy heads again
and scream to darken the clouds
let the rain fall let it wash us
pure as we now dirty and alive
distance apart us one key and two
unlock the secrets of time
the beast struck nine and the dead join the living
hand in hand we dance the ghost dance
loincloth needed to cover mine shame
as we're told as we are is imperfect
we cover and cower and hide
our shame merely shame to them
red, salty tears sting our black eyes
as again we cry for their loss
the beast srtuck nine and the dead join the living
hand in hand we dance the ghost dance
and the beast be the sun dance
as time claims us all in the end
hand in hand with our brothers
we trace regrets as our ghosts
and dance in circles around their heads
red right hand of the devil baptise me
the beast struck nine and the dead join the living
hand in hand we dance the ghost dance
poem by Sabrina Burton
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Blessed...
Before you,
Ive had thoughts of just going..
Leaving without a sound..
Thinkin, this is what I want.
& its make everything better.
I felt unsafe in my own skin,
I wanna get out,
and never go bak in.
insecure,
and hopeless.
Somehow,
I've met you.
you give me something to look forward to.
I stopped with the thoughts.
I realized what the world is all bout.
the greed of us all,
that drags us down.
Well, I dont greed,
not for money,
not for fame.
Not for anything.
But I must say..
I greed too..
I greed for one thing..
I want you.
you make me feel safe,
whenever I hear the sound of your voice.
you calm me without knowin.
& the way you love,
Its amazing.
I am blessed,
I am yours..
Will you be mines?
poem by Dislocated Heart
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Reflections Of Christmas Past
'I can hear sounds of bells, of that Christmas Day'
Another poet wrote, in their poetic way.
Of 'Peace on Earth, Good will to men.'
And still our earth seeks, that peace again!
Like Him, I bow in great despair
And pray that peace, be everywhere!
'Tho hate is strong, and mocks peace songs
Of Peace on earth, to those seem wrong.
But as the poet wrote, in time of yore
'Hate and greed shall be no more.
God is not dead, nor doth He sleep!
The wrong shall fail, the right prevail!
with, ' peace on earth Good will to men.'
When men put away all their hate and greed
And return to love and faith, for another's need!
Then we shall truly have again
'Peace on earth, and Good will to men! '
poem by Linda Winchell
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Victims
Victims
Chorus:
The victims we know so well
They shine in our eyes
When they kiss and tell
Strange places we never see
But youre always there
Like a ghost in my dreams
And I keep on telling you
Please dont do the things you do
When you do those things
Pull my puppet strings
I have that strangest void for you
We love and we never tell
What places our hearts in the wishing well
Love lead us into the stream
And its sink or swim
Like its always been
And I keep on loving you
Its the only thing to do
When the angel sings
There are greater things
Can I give them all to you
Pull the strings of emotion
Take a ride into unknown pleasure
Feel like a child
On a dark night
Wishing there was some kind of heaven
I could be warm with your smiling
Hold out your hand for a while
The victims
We know them so well
(chorus)
Show my heart some devotion
Push aside those that whisper never
Feel like a child on a dark night
Wishing we could spend it together
I could be warm with your smiling
Hold out your hand for a while
The victims
We know them so well
song performed by by Culture Club
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Life's Payment
The Devil will take you by the hand
And then he will tell you not to fear
His beliefs and ways you will understand
As he becomes your puppeteer,
You will walk the road that he has paved
Excuses will be the answers for your evil and sin
Then while you're heading for your grave
Only then will you understand the evil within.
GOD will try to take hold of your hand
And will lead you away from sin and transgression
In return truth and righteousness he will demand
And no more hate, or greed, or aggression,
Man knows in life what to withstand
And as the wise man to me once did say
If the devil takes you by the hand,
GOD; will make you pay.
poem by Randy McClave
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Must Be Freed
The ante-bellum Negro prayed,
For God to intercede,
And God in answer to him said,
'Your children shall be freed.'
The hand was seen upon the wall,
The fates at once decreed
That Negro bondsmen one and all,
Should soon be free, indeed.
'If Abraham Lincoln's president'
The South said, 'we'll secede;'
They apprehended he'd consent,
For Negroes to be freed.
To battle North against the South,
O'er states rights was agreed,
But echo from the cannon's mouth,
Said, 'Negroes must be freed.'
Confed'rates did with marked success,
McClellan's steps impede,
Till Abr'm Lincoln did confess,
That Negroes must be freed.
The Union boys with heaven's strength,
From that time did succeed;
And fought with valor till at length,
The Negro slaves were freed.
The Jim Crow car for Negroes made,
To crush their pride, indeed,
Has on the harps of thinkers played,
Those people must be freed.
The right of suffrage from the men,
Is taken out of greed;
A better day is coming when
They shall from this be freed.
Black men before the lyncher's rope,
In vain for mercy plead,
But justice cries, 'There is a hope,
From such you shall be freed.'
From ignorance and poverty,
From superstition's creed,
From those who crush his liberty,
The Negro must be freed.
The hand has written on the wall,
The clouds must all recede,
For God Whose word can never fall,
Says,'Negroes must be freed.'
poem by Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
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And Vegence Is Mine Saith The Lord
We know all that we need to know...
But it is not up to us in the end...
But it is up to our most loving God--
In regards to jugement that he doth rends;
For though we have been tormented victims...
At the hands of those who practice the lie...
Its not up to us to embrace vengence--
Its up to our heavenly Father upon high;
For He knows all in His omnipresence...
And with His omnipotent command--
All of us shall be addressed when we pass over...
Sentenced by His Most Divine Hand;
For He knows what has gone on over the years...
The victims, the drugging, the stealth, the lies...
He knows everything about each and every one of us...
With Him there can be no disguise;
And for some of us once horrific sinners...
Perhaps, a Godly reprieve?
Since for over a quarter century now...
In Him-We Only Believe;
Oh, yes-perhaps the Devil tempted...
And perhaps again we were almost lost...
But He was there with His Light to rescue...
Finding us once again-our virtue not lost;
For My: The Golden Rule
Dedicated to: God, My Father
Who is my beacon, my love, my life.
June 13,2010
Also dedicated to my brother in law
Who we miss and love even more.
It has been five years to this
Day that you left us...Ronnie
At Home In Heaven With Our God.
poem by Theodora Onken
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My Other Hand...
the black man's hand,
the poor man's hand.
the Muslim hand, the Jewish hand...
the gay man's hand,
the working man's hand,
the ex-convict's hand,
the farmer's hand, the garbage man's hand...
the Christian's hand, the atheist's hand,
the father's hand, the soldier's hand,
the peacemaker's hand,
the healer's hand, the teacher's hand,
the prodigal's hand, even the murderer's hand...
the victim's hand, the broken hand,
the praying hand, the touching hand...
all, when extended,
feel like my other hand!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Painter (Ang Pintor)
The Painter...
He colored the sky
He colored the sea
and even the mountains
and the field.
The Painter...
He colored the roses
and even the birds
and animals
in the farm.
The Painter...
even my life...
He colored.
But the Painter,
I guess no one
have seen Him yet.
The Painter...
can anyone paint the colors
of His life?
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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Welcome To Paradise
I kissed my mother
Shook the hand of my brother
And I said goodbye to the woman I loved
It may seem like a madness
To be leaving the love nest
But Im taking a chance on a place far away
Welcome to paradise
Who said you cant live twice
You will find heaven is here on earth
Welcome to paradise
Did somebody say . . .
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
A coup coming on
Bad vibrations (theres a coup coming on)
Feeling the tension (theres a coup coming on)
No smoke without fire (theres a coup coming on)
I could smell the danger
Never dance with a stranger
But the music took me and soon I was lost
So I questioned a lady
But her answers were crazy
And before I knew I was counting the cost
Welcome to paradise
Love it but dont look twice
Youll soon be living in make believe
Welcome to paradise
Did somebody say . . .
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
A coup coming on
Somebody help me (theres a coup coming on)
(welcome to paradise)
So much I dont follow (theres a coup coming on)
(welcome to paradise)
Im not looking for trouble (theres a coup coming on)
(welcome to paradise)
Theres a coup coming on
A coup coming on
I shouldnt have come
No I shouldnt have come
Why did I come, hey!
The clouds were gathering
And the temperature rising
Be no turning back all my bridges were burned
Then it hit me, jumped up and bit me
Now Im under your spell I can never return
This is your paradise
Now you must pay the price
You should have flown
When the coup was blown
Welcome to paradise
Did somebody say . . .
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
Theres a coup coming on
A coup coming on
A band on the run
Annie get your gun
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Victims Of Circumstance
They stand bewildered by all that goes around them,
living within their own little worlds,
which we cannot even understand.
These victims of circumstance stand.
We all look on and bow our heads,
when they bury victims of war,
but turn away whenever we see
these poor lost souls.
Some are there because of defects at birth,
others the aftermath of disease,
while others involved in accidents,
and left to suffer humiliation.
The brain is a wonderful thing,
when it functions properly,
functioning wrong its host
is charged with insanity.
There are those who are violent,
and in institutions are the only life they will ever see.
Others have strange ways, and act in a childlike manner be.
While others need constant attention, because of hardly any brain activity.
All are victims of circumstance,
beyond anyone’s control.
They would live a normal life,
if they had a choice to be.
They are victims shunned by society,
who say they are a blight, on our lives,
and locked away out of sight,
every one of them should be.
No one wants to associate with them;
their only friends are of their own kind.
They look out with pleading eyes,
for someone who may be kind.
The names they are called are hurtful,
yet they do not understand.
These poor lost souls
only ask for a helping hand.
Those who have worked with the mentally ill,
will tell you, not all of them are stupid.
They can feel just like us, love, hurt and pain.
Some can do what we call menial tasks
and others look after themselves.
Sadly, some do need to be institutionalized
because they are dangers to themselves or others,
and some have to be there for the constant attention that they need.
Yet others because they look somewhat strange,
and do childish things at times.
They are all labelled under an umbrella,
and simply called insane.
But, for the grace of God,
we might have walked with them there,
these victims,
victims of circumstance.
18 - 19 May 2007
poem by David Harris
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I Love That I Love You
I love that you are here with me
I love that we are still friends
I love when we talk you always smile
I love that you’re alive
I love that I make you happy
I love that I can’t forget you
I love that it’s everything I wanted
I love that you’re here
I love when you smile
I love that I always smile with you
I love that we get along wherever we are
I love that I love you
I love when we laugh together
I love when I hug you
I love that our friends know,
I love you
I love that I only want you
I love that fate brought us together
I love the way you talk to me
I love that you are here in my life
I love how you choose me than them
I love your words
I love that you’re clean
I love that you make me feel special
I love that you’re mine
I love our friends
I love how you’re peaceful
I love your parents
I love how well they’ve raised you
I love seeing you smile
I love that you mean so much
I love that I love you
I love how I would kill to be with you
I love that you’re in my heart forever
I love that you are my first love but
I hate that I love you too much
I hate that I don't hate you
Lilly James
I hate that you left me
I have that I fell for you
I hate that your smile haunts
I hate that you died
I hate that I can't be angry
I hate that I'm upset
I hate that you wanted this
I hate that I wasn't enough
I hate that I couldn't make you happy
I hate that your gone
I hate that I don't hate you
I hate that your laugh is gone
I hate your gentle kisses
I hate your friends for not crying
I hate that I can't stop crying
I hate that life goes on
I hate that your not actually dead
I hate your choices
I hate the drugs that you love
I hate I feel that your dead
I hate you're no longer mine
I hate the people you now call friends
I hate the men you sleep with
I hate your dad for what he's done
I hate seeing you so unhappy
I hate so many things but the one
I hate the most
I hate that I love you
I hate I would die for you
I hate I'll never get over you
I hate this new you
I hate myself for not hating you
poem by Katie Countryman
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We Take Mystery - Early Version
Confiscate letters like d.e.b.
No natural course of things for her to expect
Withdraw the feelings 'you can, you can't'
I called your number as you told the world
Someone is wrong
Someone is wrong
I'll find the answer, you'll take mystery to bed
My sister coma she was always too shy
You told the story crying 'darling too good to last'
You taste of love just like the sex smell of me
Someone is wrong
There is no longer any normal to me
You're my assassin but you can't see the crime
Pointless possessions of me & you & greed
I looked at you mistaking needles for eyes
Someone is wrong
You are slow poison that glows in the dark
Such isolation is good for the heart
We will take mystery to bed for the night
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Sometime / Somewhere
Sometime / Somewhere
We’re Victims To This World’s Sorrow
Our Children Are Dying By The Hand
Of Mankind, Sickness, And Hungry
Sometime / Somewhere
We’re Enemies To The World
Our Land Are Divided Into
Racism, Religions, Tribalism, Corruption, And Rebellion
Sometime/ Somewhere
‘We’re Strangers To This World
Just Passing Through
We’re Not Here Forever’ So We Say
Our Resources Are Taken Away
By Ourselves, Foreigners And Destruction.
Some / Somewhere
We All Crying For Peace
Singing The Songs Of Freedom
Our Eyes Shared Tears
Our Hand Are Made Strong
By the Hand Of The Almighty To Paid For Our Freedom
And Our Heart Felt The Pain And United
Sometime / Somewhere
God Is The Witness To What We All Crying And Dying For
‘ One Love’
‘ One People’
‘One world’
In God Name We All Prayed
Sometime / Somewhere
A Man Once Told Me
'Take Somethings Positive For Things You Do.
Misery love company, And
Walk In The Sheos Before Judge' Quoted Bruce Beever
Lartin copyright 2007
poem by Lartin Konneh II
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Hand Me Down
Whatever I know too much
You wont be anyone
Now tell me what you are thinking of
How could think youd be enough
Its not that youve stayed too long
Its not that youve done something wrong
Its not your fault
But you embarrass yourself
Hand me down
Its better when youre not around
You feel good
And you look like you should
But you will never make us proud
Youve been used by a army of cues
Youve been touched by the lips of a queen
Now weve all made good use of you
But you wont be needed again
So dont you move and let someone else in
Make some room for a new harlequin
Its never enough
So dont disappoint us again
Hand me down
Its better when youre not around
You feel good
And you look like you should
But you wont ever make us proud
Hand me down
Its better when youre not around
You feel good
And you look like you should
But you could never make us proud
Hand me down
So look at you with your worn out shoes
Livin proof evolutions through
Were stuck with you
This revolutions due
Hand me down
Its better when youre not around
You feel good
And you look like you should
But you could never make us proud
Hand me down
Its better when youre not around
You feel good
And you look like you should
But you wont ever make us proud
song performed by by Wallflowers
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Dwarf
The river of crocodiles,
In the land of mangoes! !
Waterfall,
Economic,
City life,
The Holy water!
In love,
With love,
Earth,
Wind,
Fire! !
In the Island of explisive mountains;
And, of the victims.
Wharf, dwarf, scarf! !
And like a greed bastard and an old evil dwarf;
But, we need love than hatred on this earth.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Hand Over Fist
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Hand over fist
Paper around the stone
Scissors cut the paper
Cut the paper to the bone
Hand over fist
Paper around the stone
Scissors cut the paper
And the rock must stand alone
I could disappear into the crowd
But not if I keep my head in the clouds
I could walk away so proud
Its easy enough if you dont laugh too loud
I thought I was okay alone
Wait for the postman and the telephone
Lost in a world of my own
I thought I could run alone
Thought I could run through the night alone
Hand over hand
Doesnt seem so much
Hand over hand
Is the strength of the common touch
You talk as we walk along
You never imagined I could be so wrong
Humming your favorite song
You know Ive hated that song for so long
How can we ever agree?
Like the rest of the world
We grow farther apart
I swear you dont listen to me
Holding my hand to my heart
Holding my fist to my racing heart
Take a walk outside myself
In some exotic land
Greet a passing stranger
Feel the strength in his hand
Feel the world expand
I feel my spirit resist
But I open up my fist
Lay hand over hand over
Hand over fist
song performed by by Rush
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