Off From Our Lands!
know not why we ran away from home lands,
know not how to fit in the new lands!
in the depths of our hearts still there must be a beat,
that no one cares to understand or to repeat it!
it is only we feel the pain of it all,
yet.. it is all hard to find some one to make it full-fill!
we are lost nomads from home lands off a cause for sure,
but surely were not on our way to conquer!
still holding on those lost strands of that culture,
we sure have so much to offer in all this mixture!
give us a little space too here, of a life,
for we never really make someone unsafe!
seems like in the very nature of our ancestral culture,
just to make sure that every life gets it's nurture!
(in respect to Roma and their history)
poem by Siddartha Montik
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The History of Now
The recording of culture is history;
but our culture is more than that.
It's the world of human action,
and the myths we make of the fact.
The recording of history is culture,
but our history is more than that.
It informs a hidden agenda.
Unconscious of motive we act.
It's the history of now, the history of now.
It's only the present that exists as endowed.
It's the history of now. The moment - KAPOW!
That knocks you right over and muddies your brow.
Through the prism of language, we know what we know.
We carry our baggage and stories of woe.
Victor and vanquished pride cannot budge,
the dead weight of hatred and ancestral grudge.
We fight our good fights with our hand on our heart;
the music is swelling as loved ones depart.
As sheep to the slaughter, the script cannot chart,
a course more ignoble: the propagandist's art.
The recording of history is culture,
but our culture is more than that.
More than the great individuals,
the scholars so love in their tracts.
The recording of culture is history;
but our history is more than that.
Not simple dates or statistics,
the full horror and gore still attracts.
It's the history of now, the history of now.
A strange contradiction that makes sense somehow.
It's the history of now, a mystery and shroud.
The past and the future: best fiction allowed.
poem by David SmithWhite
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Fools Lullaby
(howard houston)
Producer for bonnie: howard houston
Baby, when I lost you
My heart stood still
Oh baby, when I kissed you
Gave me such a thrill
Oh Im far away from home
Oh baby, when I touched you
Felt a shiver on my skin
Baby, oh I love you
This loves not a sin
Oh Im far away from home
Im so alone
Far away from home
*oh its a fools lullaby
Oh I never meant to make you cry
We can make a better life
Dont make my blue eyes lie
** oh its a fools lullaby
I gave you all
The best years of my life
Baby, take another chance
And give it one more try
Oh baby, if you call me
Ill he there
Whatever happens, baby
We just wont care
Oh Im far away from home
Oh baby, take my heart
Lets heal the pain
Take me in your arms
Make love again
Oh Im far away from home
Im so alone
Far away from home
(*repeat)
(**repeat)
(*repeat)
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Fool's Lullabye
(howard houston)
Producer for bonnie: howard houston
Baby, when i lost you
My heart stood still
Oh baby, when i kissed you
Gave me such a thrill
Oh i'm far away from home
Oh baby, when i touched you
Felt a shiver on my skin
Baby, oh i love you
This love's not a sin
Oh i'm far away from home
I'm so alone
Far away from home
*oh it's a fool's lullaby
Oh i never meant to make you cry
We can make a better life
Don't make my blue eyes lie
** oh it's a fool's lullaby
I gave you all
The best years of my life
Baby, take another chance
And give it one more try
Oh baby, if you call me
I'll he there
Whatever happens, baby
We just won't care
Oh i'm far away from home
Oh baby, take my heart
Let's heal the pain
Take me in your arms
Make love again
Oh i'm far away from home
I'm so alone
Far away from home
(*repeat)
(**repeat)
(*repeat)
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Peace Everywhere
Peace, everywhere, peace today!
Peace in lands of scruffy trees and pine,
Peace in lands of olives and wine,
Peace in lands where peaks are white,
Peace in lands where fields are bright.
Peace in lands of oasis and sand,
Peace in lands where people band,
Peace in lands where children play,
Peace in lands where people pray,
Peace in lands in the thick of the fight,
Peace in lands ruled by force and might.
Everywhere, everywhere, peace this day!
Pray that all world leaders lead the way,
Encouraging moral people to stand proud and tall,
No government too great, no nation too small.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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If I can't sew notes together in a garland for my love...
If I can't sew notes together in a garland for my love...
If I do understand things but not those lofty says moulded in curves and twists doubtful of their own course...
But know what my heart says,
The simple, less known truths...
If I am accompanied by my dreams on my way back home...
And if I spend my hours to listen and admire the passive beauty...
And if I love solitude...
To weep into my own dark shadows...
Yet long a friend to begin my day...
I am not a dreamer...
Nor a lover,
Not a loner
I am someone who spends his silent nights in the the brightness of lamp of my wisdom, wisdom born of dark nights and fed by the bosom of life...
It's oil burn and flows it's fragrance to the woods clung with a note or two of songs that I hum...
I embark to a journey to lands far off...
And fill the voids of life with my expressions cold but true...
I leave a trace to my soul...
But I find its way
If I discover a self in chains of suffering whose polish shine in pride...
I set it to eternal freedom by giving it wings of love that shall sustain it...
Though my own wings are broken...
And my flight collapsed in unknown lands where it is marshy and hay...
And the sun light can't reach the thick layers...
But I feel its warmth...
And yet my wings beat..
And a light breeze sways...
Through the barrier of all lands and places...
Souls that bear burden of doubts and fears
Shall sail in the breeze finding the dusty ways of the divine hearts...
I am a poet...
You will feel me as the winds that blowth, the song of my heart...
My thoughts shall be your faith your life...
Yet you shall know not...
As I will be your tear your smile
Your doubt your faith...
And so you shall make me eternal...
But in anonymity...
Though I am your very self...
poem by Lama Abbas
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We are all such accidents. We do not make up history and culture. We simply appear, not by our own choice. We make what we can of our condition with the means available. We must accept the mixture as we find it — the impurity of it, the tragedy of it, the hope of it.
quote by Saul Bellow
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The Recruit
Leave your home behind, lad,
And reach your friends your hand,
And go, and luck go with you
While Ludlow tower shall stand.
Oh, come you home of Sunday
When Ludlow streets are still
And Ludlow bells are calling
To farm and lane and mill,
Or come you home of Monday
When Ludlow market hums
And Ludlow chimes are playing
"The conquering hero comes,"
Come you home a hero,
Or come not home at all,
The lads you leave will mind you
Till Ludlow tower shall fall.
And you will list the bugle
That blows in lands of morn,
And make the foes of England
Be sorry you were born.
And you till trump of doomsday
On lands of morn may lie,
And make the hearts of comrades
Be heavy where you die.
Leave your home behind you,
Your friends by field and town:
Oh, town and field will mind you
Till Ludlow tower is down.
poem by Alfred Edward Housman
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Its The Way You Treat Me
you make me happy you can make me sad
you keep me good youve turned me bad
but each time you do i like you more and more
you touch my heart deep in the core
anyone can make me smile anyone can make me cry
but only you can make me feel like a special guy
you do those things that no one understands
and make yourself unexplored lands
but as i see you everyday
i think to myself that to me your always ok
but your more than that arnt you
because everyday you make me berable too
youre the only one that can
and the only one that can understand me
and what id like to say is that
you mean everything to me dont you see.
poem by Daniel Laurence
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Shiftng Sands (Love Poem)
Half a million miles a year,
My carry-on is my home.
Living in three shirts, in
Indifferent cold hotels,
In far-away lands is like,
My shifting sands in life,
Until I see you again.
Sometimes I get homesick,
For places I’ve not yet been,
Where I will feel at peace alone,
Everywhere I make my home,
But without you this is like,
My shifting sands of life
Until I see you again.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Two Souls In Communion
What are they seeing, when they look in each other's eyes?
What are they feeling, when they see each other smile?
Is it love, I don't know - or an emotion that I've outgrown?
Did I take a wrong turn - in on life's winding road?
Won't somebody help me find the right way to go?
My life need some correction, alteration and direction.
Wont somebody stand by me - yes, I'm lost, yes, I'm lost, yes, I'm lost.
What is the secret of this time of mine?
Two souls in communion, both body and mind.
Is it special magic, or just the nature of things?
Come see the great spirit, not for beggars but for kings.
You who have found it please help me along.
I'm a man, I'm a man, - I'm not made out of stone.
My needs they are simple, I don't want anything,
but I surely want to fly on those wings, on the run, one more time.
All I wanna do, fly up, fly home.
Fly on those wings of love, fly up, fly home,
I'm a staying in your town, fly up, fly home,
Help me somebody please! Fly up, fly home.
I wake up early in the morning, fly up, fly home,
you know I never saw you babe, fly up, fly home.
I just can't seem to understand,
can't seem to understand what's wrong, fly up, fly home.
What I wanna do is take a little ride with you, on the wings of love,
woh-oh one more time, one more time
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Make This House A Home
Well theres something in us living
Theres something you should know
There was a time for us to fall
Now its time to grow
But you know its not the way
That I intended it to be
Crossing hearts and killing souls
And trying to get down to whats real
All I ever wanted was to make this house a home
I let go of sinking sand wont you help me find a stone
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
Was to make this house a home
All I needed was your hand to hold
I spent so much time alone
I needed your direction
But we re-aligned my broken bones
Well theyre running from a lifeless state
Somehow we lost our hold
All we have with us is change
Left over from what started out as gold
All I ever wanted was to make this house a home
I let go of sinking sand - wont you help me find a stone
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
Was to make this house a home
This is what I give to you
Its flesh and blood
Its body and soul
Wont you take whats left of who I am
And try to see it whole
Im holding you responsible for every word I say
If you feel the brokenness
Wont you try and look the other way
I never meant to be so low
I only wanted you to see
That time was healing someone else
But its tearing apart the very heart of me
This is what I give to you
Its flesh and blood
Its body and soul
Wont you take whats left of who I am
And try to see it whole
All I ever wanted was to make this house a home
I let go of sinking sand - wont you help me find a stone
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
All I ever wanted
Was to make this house a home
So make this house a home
Make this house a home
Make this house a home
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Racism and the Culture Of Racism
We must be aware…..,
Of the Culture Of Racism….,
It’s a slur and a swear….,
The Culture Of Racism….! ! !
Can’t turn your back….,
On the Culture Of Racism….,
Or you’ll feel the whack…,
Of the Culture Of Racism….! ! !
It’s hard to believe….
The Culture Of Racism….,
That’s why we all grieve….,
The Culture Of Racism…! ! !
We must face the facts….,
On the Culture Of Racism ….! ! !
Cause we’ve seen the attacks…..,
Of the Culture Of Racism….,
It follows us all…,
The Culture Of Racism….,
But we must stand tall….,
Against the Culture Of Racism….! ! !
Can we control or stop it….,
As long as it’s been livin’….? ? ?
That’s the priceless question….,
On the Culture Of Racism…! ! !
poem by Trade Martin
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Light of Life
You are the Light of Life,
With you there can be no strife!
Beasts in foreign lands,
Feel the pain of your hands,
Those who care to hear,
Need feel no fear,
Your energy, bright,
Be with us all tonight,
In the days when devils ran,
Free across the land,
We looked for your hands,
To still the battles in foreign lands,
Now we look for your touch,
Freedom Lord, we need it much,
The time to make all things clear,
To put the light into life, draws near,
So when you rest at night,
We pray for your light,
We'll put down the mace,
Please give us your Grace,
When we hear your call, or cry,
We will crawl, run or fly,
To be at your side, tonight,
We live to stand in your light.
April 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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EverCrimson War
The bloody hearts that we consume,
EverCrimson they are,
The bloody streams, crimson with terror,
Are not very afar,
For eventually war will strike,
These haven heaven lands,
EverCrimson forming round,
Death hitting sands.
Causing terror, freedom felt,
In the depths of the sea,
Where drowning can lead to freedom,
A free death possibility.
But still as this war comes,
We shall never prepare,
For this EverCrimson War,
We never daren’t stare.
For this battle will spread blood wide,
Not only blood but lost dreams,
For those that once lived,
Now dead as it seems.
Those dreams lost forever,
Never to come back,
Losing memories of childhood,
Now at severe lack.
The child at home playing,
Wanting war to end,
Never to know the death,
That EverCrimson War can lend.
For as well as dreams and death,
Souls will be lost again,
Reaching up to heaven,
But never these lonely men.
For we caused war, maybe end it,
But we started it at first,
So Mother Nature cannot be happy,
Only send us the worst.
Crimson war is bad enough,
Than having it Ever to stay,
I tell them, ‘it isn’t a game’
The dead in sorrow lay.
Listening to my words,
Understanding what I mean,
But nobody listens otherwise,
They will never wipe sins clean.
Only keep them forever,
Staining the blood EverCrimson red,
Never to be lost,
Reminding of the ones who are dead.
Those that were killed,
The ones they killed,
Hearts, lands, acres full of blood,
EverCrimson War only brings disaster…
To those who fail,
Will flash crimson, go stale,
Rotting bodies, rotting blood,
Mixed in with the dying mud.
EverCrimson War only brings disaster…
poem by Viraj Bhanshaly
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Second Hand Car
In a second hand car you ran away with him
You did'nt get too far before he made you cry
And he beat on you - Oh he never treated you
More something on his shoe walk on by - on by
Its time - time to run away from him
A man don't act that way and you know he'll never change
Its a way to love - knocked down and bruises too
And its a way for him to knock down and use you
I'll send a ticket to you - I'll send the fare to you
I'll say a prayer for you - and it makes me cry - me cry
Its time - time to run away from him
A man don't act that way and you know he'll never change
It's time - time for you to come on home
But the world don't seem that way and you know it'll never change
Never change, never change
It's such a rare report - she got lost on him
I get lost in thought - hope she walks on by
I'll make the time to give - If you don't give a damn
We'll make a home and live
Without you and we can
Repeat Chorus
On and On and On and On
On and On and On and On
On and On and On and On
On and On and On and On
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
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What is Culture
What is Culture?
What we think of in Rumbek
What we think of in Jerusalem
What we think of in Moscow
All different things we think, say,
Do and make at different places at the same time
What differentiate a man from insects, birds and beasts?
If you don’t have a culture
You’re a housefly
If you don’t keep your culture
You’re a beetle or cockroach
If you adopt a culture
You’re a tick
If you hate other’s culture
You’re a toad
If you don’t hate or love other’s culture
You’re real man
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Princess Of Egypt
Im coming home
And I dont want to hear another word about this
Its hard to fight well
And come alone back from the abyss
No more of them lunatic thoughts times up
For the don quixote
All I ever wanted was to give this my best shot
The sad part is that you come
From a different kind of life
Im up and leaving now Im living by the knife
Ive lost my faith in human kind and its time for a rest
Even though I did my best I didnt pass your test
You are the princess of egypt and Im just a man
I want to be with you, I feel astray
I need a miracle how to make you understand
Id make you happy but youre far away
You dont know what youre missing
What it is you leave behind
My good intentions for you makes me one of a kind
Youll get by in your fortress
You will hide behind that wall
But one day you will find out you almost had it all
The sad part is that you come
From a different kind of life
Im up and leaving now Im living by the knife
Ive lost my faith in human kind and its time for a rest
Even though I did my best I didnt pass your test
You are the princess of egypt and Im just a man
I want to be with you, I feel astray
I need a miracle how to make you understand
Id make you happy but youre far away
song performed by by E-type
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Home is where our bed is
We can fight all we want
You may even call me names
Telling me how much you hate me
But home is where our bed is
Home is where you forgive me
Home is where i let go of all the pain
Home is where we come to
When we show all our love
You can tell me how stupid i was
I can even show you all my anger
I can vent thru you
And you will feel like walking away
But home is where our bed is
And our bed we most come to
There i will tell you how sorry i was
And there you will forgive without no holding back
You can tell your friend
How bad I've treated you
You can even make some up
And they find it hard to forgive me
But baby home is where our bed is
Home is where you take my crip and still says i love you this man
Home is where you tell your friends that they are wrong
Home is where you tell them all to go to hell
Home Is where we wake up to
Home Is where you forgive
Home Is where you don't sleep 0n me baby
Home Is where our heart is
H0me is where all doors are closed!
Curtains are drawn!
Blinds are shielded! And 'its just you and me
Home is where you forgive no matter how big the sin is
Cause home is love
And i love you!
poem by Hontonnu Dominic
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The Dead Feast of the Kol-Folk
We have opened the door,
Once, twice, thrice!
We have swept the floor,
We have boiled the rice.
Come hither, come hither!
Come from the far lands,
Come from the star lands,
Come as before!
We lived long together,
We loved one another;
Come back to our life.
Come father, come mother,
Come sister and brother,
Child, husband, and wife,
For you we are sighing.
Come take your old places,
Come look in our faces,
The dead on the dying,
Come home!
We have opened the door,
Once, twice, thrice!
We have kindled the coals,
And we boil the rice
For the feast of souls.
Come hither, come hither!
Think not we fear you,
Whose hearts are so near you.
Come tenderly thought on,
Come all unforgotten,
Come from the shadow-lands,
From the dim meadow-lands
Where the pale grasses bend
Low to our sighing.
Come father, come mother,
Come sister and brother,
Come husband and friend,
The dead to the dying,
Come home!
We have opened the door
You entered so oft;
For the feast of souls
We have kindled the coals,
And we boil the rice soft.
Come you who are dearest
To us who are nearest,
Come hither, come hither,
From out the wild weather;
The storm clouds are flying,
The peepul is sighing;
Come in from the rain.
Come father, come mother,
Come sister and brother,
Come husband and lover,
Beneath our roof-cover.
Look on us again,
The dead on the dying,
Come home!
We have opened the door!
For the feast of souls
We have kindled the coals
We may kindle no more!
Snake, fever, and famine,
The curse of the Brahmin,
The sun and the dew,
They burn us, they bite us,
They waste us and smite us;
Our days are but few
In strange lands far yonder
To wonder and wander
We hasten to you.
List then to our sighing,
While yet we are here
Nor seeing nor hearing,
We wait without fearing,
To feel you draw near.
O dead, to the dying
Come home!
poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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We should never denigrate any other culture but rather help people to understand the relationship between their own culture and the dominant culture. When you understand another culture or language, it does not mean that you have to lose your own culture.
quote by Edward T. Hall
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