Man Heal Yourself
Man, oh man
earth’s steward
heal yourself
of your protracted insanity
spruced with profanity
in your daily battles
to attain some vain height
which you set
and desire inordinately
to satisfy just yourself and only yours
by hunting your kind viciously
preying them mendaciously
unlike other mortals
your ready-made quarries
which you serve dutifully
to your insatiable master
a hideous ogre
that turns at will
to take, tear and guzzle you merrily
with no appreciation to show
for your unsolicited gestures
for you tend to forget
that every predator is a prey
somehow and someday.
poem by Chris Jibero
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Magic Of Insanity
My being here with you....,
Is the Magic Of Insanity....,
Just being near you....,
Is the Magic Of Insanity....,
This mystical deep-seated urge...,
That makes me want you...,
Is over the line....,
And I should be considered....,
Out of my mind....,
An error in judgment....,
Is this enchantment...,
The height of witchcraft profanity....,
It's the tragic, 'voodooistic', Magic Of Insanity....! ! !
poem by Trade Martin
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The Strongest Always Rule
One cannot say that an animal in any way can be cruel
For in the animal kingdom the strongest always rule
And in their law unlike our law there is no wrong or right
The ruler always the biggest the one with the biggest bite.
Because she had killed a baby possum the fellow beat his cat
Though she could not have known the difference between a possum and a rat
To her it was just a smaller creature and on it she could prey
And beating her will never changes her from her natural way.
She may be well fed and cared for and she may be sleek and fat
And she may purr beside you by the fireplace on the mat
But the desire to kill smaller creatures is always in the cat
In her the instincts of the predator and nothing can change that.
He beat his cat for killing a baby possum but the cat's a beast of prey
And she is a natural predator and she'll always be that way
And one cannot say that an animal in any way can be cruel
For in the animal kingdom the strongest always rule.
poem by Francis Duggan
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What kind of god?
What would we want with a god of no mystery
A god so simply contained
Within the limits of human history?
Why would we want
A god we could handle
What good would that be?
If we were able
We'd simply manipulate this god
To serve the greater needs of 'me'.
But, where then
- filled with an empty faith in ourselves -
Would we stand?
With only our egos
Above the clouds
And our heads in the sand.
What god
- of all we suppose -
Could possibly be,
Enough god
To fulfill the deep desire
Of insatiable humanity?
Only one the need fits
Beyond our ability
To own and fully know,
Tis the same that
We shall never master
Nor control.
This kind of god
Mysteriously in others we can see,
The kind of God
With a captial 'G'.
'Those who have not been told shall see, those who have not heard shall ponder it.'
- Isaiah.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Someday I Will
I see a white sail
skipping cross a blue bay
and I say Someday I Will
I see a young man
strumming on a green guitar
and I say Someday I Will
I don't have a plan
It's not that kind of thing
I'm not Martin Luther King
I don't have a dream
It's just sometimes I know
That's the way I'm supposed to go
I see a flying boat
and I get a lump in my throat
and I say Someday I Will
Someday
So whatever thrills you
Anything you love to do
Just say someday I will
Don't need to know who
May help you make it come true
Just say someday I will
Don't have to work it all out
Don't have to tear it all apart
All you need's a place to start
And if it never worked before
Try it just once more
That's what your heart if for
Whether it's big or small
If you have a passion at all
Just say, someday I will
Someday
Someday I will
Someday
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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My Creation
I will give you life
You'll serve only me
And my will to kill
You will kill for me
All that I desire
All that I command
You are here for me
I'm your Master
My creation
I will make for you
A soul mate to love
Unlike your love for me
And you will take my name
She will be your bride
She will serve me too
And I will introduce to you
The Bride of Frankenstein
song performed by by Megadeth
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I Wo'nt Forget...
i won't forget the moment, that i couldn't let you go
will i lose you someday, because i think of it everyday
i won't forget the moment that you said i was kind, like me you can't find
will i live without your smile, that makes me shine
i won't forget the day i hugged you, and said i am going to miss you
why i lost that feeling, because i think i am seeking
for it Again, people don't worry i am not insane
i won't forget the moment that you were in my imagination, at the day of my graduation
can i ever stop your sickness, so we could act like sisters
i won't forget the moment that you laughed, because that made me glad
and now can you come, so i could show you my poem.?
poem by michelle al G
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The God that i serve
if you want to serve the God that
i serve you gotta be strong
if you want to serve the God that
i serve you gotta be prepared to live
a holy a life becouse my God is so
holy
if you want to serve the God that i
serve you gotta have a strong a faith
becouse with my God everything is
possible
if you want to serve the God that i serve
you gotta be prepared to serve your
spirit not your flesh
if you want to serve the God that i serve
you gotta fear not
becouse he protects us
day and night
he is a God who doesnt
sleep
if you want to serve the God that
i serve you gotta be prepared
to bring all your deasess
becouse he is jehova rhafa
and he can heal all your deasess
he is jehova jaera the lord my
provider
my God is jehova niecey
strong in battles
he is jehova shalom the God
that will get you the peace of mind
poem by Mathilda Maphori
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Heal
Don't forget me
Bring me down
Don't let me
promise you
things I cannot do
This infection
Adds to my collection
Hoard my pain
And show it to you one day
You alone indeed
You sing so adamantly
And it fills my mind
With thoughts so fine
Don't ask me too much of me oh
Heal me now
Heal me now
Heal me now
Heal me now
Don't erase me
Cut me out replace me
I'm still here
And I'm not going anywhere
You alone indeed
You sing so adamantly
Let it free whatevers locked inside
Don't ask too much of me oh
Heal me now
Heal me now
Heal me now
Heal me now
song performed by by Bic Runga from Drive
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At The Brink
“Few more strides into rival site; fight! Fight!
Yelled a lieutenant, “Conquest’s within our sight”
“Few more mouthfulls of ale; let me guzzle, guzzle”
Craved a carouser, “I’m at the edge of the azure”
“One more joker in the deck; let me bet! Bet!
Hoped a gamester, “I’m going to hit jackpot”
“More billions in coffer; let me earn! Earn! ”
Yearned a magnate, “I’ll soon be number one”
“One more cute woman; let me try! Try”
Vied a wooer, “My grand hundredth prey”
“Awful are human wiles; I can’t deal! Heal! ”
Riled Almighty “I crawl into the Black hole”
Slimy borders shake you, shock you; strain! Drain!
Gain on with guts; lest back to square one! Again! ! ! !
poem by Sathya Narayana
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Waiting For It
when my day comes
i will eat all of that profanity
i will give you back lyrical insanity
for the hope and kindness of humanity
i beg of you dont push or test me
the day i die
will be the day i fly
the last tear i cry
the last person i want to sit by
for the sake of being
is she ready to push back
do something about the abuse and mistreating
on the floor roughed up in beating
open cut wounds deepening
you want to be sad
leave the man f u ck him
you want to be angry
take action in thought
that this dude is crazy
you want to be wild and young
but you dont need a guy like this to have fun
you cant expect me to watch and sit
he will slip soon just wait for it
Someday
(darrell scott)
I am grounded
But I have wings to fly
I just dont use them
I just look up in the sky
And keep em hidden
Bound up in a coat and tie
til the world is ready for a man with wings to fly
But I will fly someday
Ill break these feet of clay
Then Ill be on my way
My way
I am feeling
Though I do not shed a tear
My eyes are dusty
Though I have faced my fear of fears
I am shaken by the coming on of the years
I am a feeling man but I cannot shed a tear
But I will cry someday
Ill break these eyes of clay
Then Ill be on my way, my way
Someday
Oh someday
I am loving
Though I make my bed alone
Ive had lovers
But I have no one of my own
But I could feed her
From the garden I have grown
I am a loving man though I make my bed alone
But I will love someday
I will break this heart of clay
Then Ill be on my way, my way
Someday
On my way, someday
Im gonna love someday
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Someday
(darrell scott)
I am grounded
But I have wings to fly
I just dont use them
I just look up in the sky
And keep em hidden
Bound up in a coat and tie
til the world is ready for a man with wings to fly
But I will fly someday
Ill break these feet of clay
Then Ill be on my way
My way
I am feeling
Though I do not shed a tear
My eyes are dusty
Though I have faced my fear of fears
I am shaken by the coming on of the years
I am a feeling man but I cannot shed a tear
But I will cry someday
Ill break these eyes of clay
Then Ill be on my way, my way
Someday
Oh someday
I am loving
Though I make my bed alone
Ive had lovers
But I have no one of my own
But I could feed her
From the garden I have grown
I am a loving man though I make my bed alone
But I will love someday
I will break this heart of clay
Then Ill be on my way, my way
Someday
On my way, someday
Im gonna love someday
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Confidence defined
All quarries answered by you,
What you get is not confidence.
For any quarries thrown,
Being ready is confidence.
25.03.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Predator
She stalks the night like a predator
She sizes you up like a predator
She is avoided like a predator
She is feared like a predator
She is a lone creature like a predator
She seems heartless like a predator
She enjoys the day as people do
She likes a challenge as people do
She will avoid as people do
She fears as people do
She wants company as people do
She craves love as people do
poem by Lenore Lee
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I can't believer this,
I can't believe,
I can never believe,
This is what they did,
Obviously they are insane,
To be lyeing and ruining,
This is the understanding,
In the awakening of my life,
This is the choice that I made,
When I serve my Master from heaven,
I can never believe this is what they did,
Obviously there is an awesome event,
Obviously I'm coming to understand truth,
They did all the bad that they did,
I can never believe it,
Obviously they must be lyeing,
I can see it clearly,
Truth will come and heal me,
That my every dream was to serve my heavenly Father.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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The Hunters Of Men
HAVE ye heard of our hunting, o'er mountain and glen,
Through cane-brake and forest, — the hunting of men?
The lords of our land to this hunting have gone,
As the fox-hunter follows the sound of the horn;
Hark! the cheer and the hallo! the crack of the whip,
And the yell of the hound as he fastens his grip!
All blithe are our hunters, and noble their match,
Though hundreds are caught, there are millions to catch.
So speed to their hunting, o'er mountain and glen,
Through cane-brake and forest, — the hunting of men!
Gay luck to our hunters! how nobly they ride
In the glow of their zeal, and the strength of their pride!
The priest with his cassock flung back on the wind,
Just screening the politic statesman behind;
The saint and the sinner, with cursing and prayer,
The drunk and the sober, ride merrily there.
And woman, kind woman, wife, widow, and maid,
For the good of the hunted, is lending her aid:
Her foot's in the stirrup, her hand on the rein,
How blithely she rides to the hunting of men!
Oh, goodly and grand is our hunting to see,
In this 'land of the brave and this home of the free.'
Priest, warrior, and statesman, from Georgia to Maine,
All mounting the saddle, all grasping the rein;
Right merrily hunting the black man, whose sin
Is the curl of his hair and the hue of his skin!
Woe, now, to the hunted who turns him at bay!
Will our hunters be turned from their purpose and prey?
Will their hearts fail within them? their nerves tremble, when
All roughly they ride to the hunting of men?
Ho! alms for our hunters! all weary and faint,
Wax the curse of the sinner and prayer of the saint.
The horn is wound faintly, the echoes are still,
Over cane-brake and river, and forest and hill.
Haste, alms for our hunters! the hunted once more
Have turned from their flight with their backs to the shore:
What right have they here in the home of the white,
Shadowed o'er by our banner of Freedom and Right?
Ho! alms for the hunters! or never again
Will they ride in their pomp to the hunting of men!
Alms, alms for our hunters! why will ye delay,
When their pride and their glory are melting away?
The parson has turned; for, on charge of his own,
Who goeth a warfare, or hunting, alone?
The politic statesman looks back with a sigh,
There is doubt in his heart, there is fear in his eye.
Oh, haste, lest that doubting and fear shall prevail,
And the head of his steed take the place of the tail.
Oh, haste, ere he leave us! for who will ride then,
For pleasure or gain, to the hunting of men?
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Master
Master went a-hunting,
When the leaves were falling;
We saw him on the bridle path,
We heard him gaily calling.
'Oh master, master, come you back,
For I have dreamed a dream so black!'
A glint of steel from bit and heel,
The chestnut cantered faster;
A red flash seen amid the green,
And so good-bye to master.
Master came from hunting,
Two silent comrades bore him;
His eyes were dim, his face was white,
The mare was led before him.
'Oh, master, master, is it thus
That you have come again to us?'
I held my lady's ice-cold hand,
They bore the hurdle past her;
Why should they go so soft and slow?
It matters not to master.
poem by Arthur Conan Doyle
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Mundane Toil
Life in itself is quite mundane, as each new day is quite the same.
Being in the world’s daily grind, can really weary ones poor mind.
Daily routines do not change, as their frustrations remain the same.
Painful toil throughout the days, wears on your being in many ways.
A far cry from a garden of bliss, that peaceful place man must miss.
All is attributed to Adam’s fall, the ground was cursed, do you recall?
Now thorns and thistles cover earth, as woman has pain in child birth,
And woman’s desire is for her man, as her sin had altered God’s plan.
Man from the sweat of his brow, must work to feed a family somehow.
And all just seems to get worse, and all because of that original curse.
One day there will be no more curse, and no more toil upon this earth.
In a New Heaven and a New Earth, all toil shall become eternal mirth.
As we serve God with joy and bliss, the former earth, we will not miss.
Pain and hurt shall be no more, as we eternally serve The Risen Lord.
And there will flow The Water of Life, from the Throne of Jesus Christ.
On each side of The River of Life, there for all will be The Tree of Life,
To produce fruit throughout the year, for all of the nations, far and near.
The leaves will heal every nation, who has come to Christ for Salvation.
With Christ the center and The Light, Eternity shall have no more night,
With no more darkness or toil friend, it is a blissful eternity with no end.
Desire
Late night
Party time
All around me
The room is jumping
This feeling I can't contain it
Got me reeling
My blood is pumping
Your eyes move
Like on my body
And the headlights
The heat is rising
Nothing that I can do
Can't stop me from wanting you
I'm losing my self control
If I lose my mind
Touching you tonight
I can't help myself
Gotta satisfy my desire
If I cross the line
If I run this red light
I can't help myself
Gotta satisfy my desire
My desire
Right here
Right now
Pure adrenalin
Pure bliss
As you hold me
Go still
And then we kiss
Nothing that I can do
Can't stop me from wanting you
I'm losing my self control
If I lose my mind
Touching you tonight
I can't help myself
Gotta satisfy my desire
If I cross the line
If I run this red light
I can't help myself
Gotta satisfy my desire
My desire
My desire, my desire, my desire, my desire, my desire
If I lose my mind
Touching you tonight
I can't help myself
Gotta satisfy my desire
If I cross the line
If I run this red light
I can't help myself
Gotta satisfy my desire
My desire
My desire, my desire, my desire, my desire, my desire
song performed by by Holly Valance
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Nothing has changed
Nothing has changed with us
Treachery, lies, deception and mistrust
We experience daily and disregard
Its existence and look forward
It is not easy to forget but we allow
Try to forget easily and swallow
Some sort of tolerance in daily dealing
Some of the wounds are difficult to heal
Little progress science has made
Otherwise we use same plough and spade
Land is same and so is the crop
Rain also shower dropp by dropp
Parents show same kind of love
Bring their children up to the level to prove
Same zeal and same spirit with no let up
Wish bright career for children and expect golden cup
What has changed then except we lament scenario?
We compare old customs and angrily blow
"What nonsense is taking place today"?
No traditions, no values and everything is forgotten away
Kings have gone but left behind legacy and traditions
Son has taken over reign and maintained good relation
Some of them had rebelled and turned into bloody war
So the history says peace was never in force and dream very far
We are civilized world in literary terms
We talk and preach differently in turn
Take everybody by storm when really exposed
What was our life was meant and supposed to be?
Sun, stars and sky all are above us
We are helpless and have to look at them thus
Nothing will change except if we desire
Some thing new may come after being destroyed by fire
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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