Principalities, Dominions and Thrones
Cathedral, how many times now
Have your windows been washed
By the tears of lovers, broken by the rack
How many times has the blood of martyrs
Flowed unchecked, across your cracked floors
How many vile plagues seeped in
Through the stained glass eye
Leering upward into the face
Of heaven's disappointment
How many effigies of the saints
Witnessed you turning on your own edicts
When other tides had turned against you
And how many statues were destroyed
In the raging quakes of anger
Inside the hearts of the downtrodden
Your basins overflowed with theft and pillage
Your prisons flowered forth rape and torture
You left the world worse off than it was before
If you should ever fall, tumble down
The earth itself would crack wide open
Down to its very marrow bones of outrage
And finally release all your victims from bondage
Something you would never do for them
In the burning holocaust that was their lives.
poem by Patti Masterman
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The Lives Of The Saints
The lives of the saints are very good
Because the saints takes care of their health and Hygiene very well
The saints always changes their clothes everyday because they transpire Very fast in heaven due to the heat that is turned on in the winter in Heaven
Yes it gets very hot in heaven that sometimes they have to open the Windows just a bit so they can get some fresh air
And heaven is home to the saints
But the saints love living in heaven because there is no noise or Violence
During the day the saints leaves heaven and come down to earth to Help in a food bunk and they get paid for their work
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The Lives Of The Saints Ii
The lives of the saints are very good
Because the saints takes care of their health and Hygiene very well
The saints always changes their clothes everyday because they transpire Very fast in heaven due to the heat that is turned on in the Winter in heaven
Yes it gets very hot in heaven that sometimes they have to open the Windows just a bit so they can get some fresh air
And heaven is home to the saints
But the saints love living in heaven because there is no noise or violence
During the day the saints leaves heaven and come down to earth to Help in a food bank and they get paid for their work
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Blood Stained
Atrocities
Made every day
Religiously
Their sins
They hide
Can never disguise
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
They wage their wars
Such profiteers
Will nail us all
Their crimes
Concealed
Despicably reveal
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained lies
They fire at will
Intent to kill
They have no conscience
They have no conscience
Ethnic cleansing nothing more!
Blood of nations blood of war
Turn blind eyes
From all your crimes
You bare our souls
Show no remorse
You cannot wash
The bloodstains off
They turn their backs
While others
Commit grisly acts
Were scared
For life
By politicians greedy
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained crimes
Blood stained lands
Blood stained minds
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
And while such predators
Stalk this earth
Disguised as saints
They kill our faith
Obsessed by greed
Lying through their teeth
They cannot wash
The blood stains off
song performed by by Judas Priest
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My Saints...now My Demons.
Saints turned to demons
Purity stained with grit
A heart yelling for deliverance
Muffled by a mind calling for vengeance
Knowledge was silenced by blind rage.
World turned up side down
Faith clung to for hearts grown weak
Minds cracked under pressure
Faith was all they had left in the
Revolting days and flighty nights.
Hung and crushed
By their faith in others
And saved by their faith in
Night’s lonesome powers
Delivered to their heavenly home
By their faith.
Hope was known
To be no good on this test
This was life or death.
This test turned my saints to demons
And demons into saints
The test
The test was vengeance, integrity,
And though there could have been reason
Was based out of lunacy.
Saints left this world
bludgeoned and blood,
Demons left pure and with a halo.
poem by Chantel Weston
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The Sands Of Time
From the beginning of this own world,
man has shed a million tears.
Tears for the pain they've had
in their lives and for all the
wasted years.
But the saddest tears that
ever fell, fell not from
just any man's eyes. But
they were shed by my Savior
and they stained The Sands Of Time.
And as the Father looked upon His
Son, He had to turn His face away.
And as Jesus hung upon that cross,
He gave His all for us that day.
And as the tears ran down His face,
as He cried, mixed with the blood
that flowed from His side. Oh what
a sacrifice of love and it stained
The Sands Of Time.
Oh yes it stained The Sands Of Time.
It stained The Sands Of Time.
The blood that was shed for a lost
and dying world, oh yes it stained
The Sands Of Time, of time.
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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When It Clears Up
The lake is like a giant saucer;
Beyond-a gathering of clouds;
Like stern and dazzling mountain-ranges
Their massif the horizon crowds.
And with the light that swiftly changes,
The landscape never stays the same.
One moment clad in sooty shadows,
The next-the woods are all aflame.
When, after days of rainy weather,
The heavy curtain is withdrawn,
How festive is the sky, burst open!
How full of triumph is the lawn!
The wind dies down, the distance lightens,
And sunshine spreads upon the grass;
The steaming foliage is translucent
Like figures in stained-window glass.
Thus from the church's narrow windows
In glimmering crowns, on spreading wings
Gaze into time in sleepless vigil
Saints, hermits, prophets, angels, kings.
The whole wide world is a cathedral;
I stand inside, the air is calm,
And from afar at times there reaches
My ear the echo of a psalm.
World, Nature, Universe's Essence,
With secret trembling, to the end,
I will thy long and moving service
In tears of happiness attend.
poem by Boris Pasternak
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Miracle Of Life
Hold on to the miracle of life...
Sacred lives emotions been washed away like mud.
You dont want my devotion;
Youd rather be washed in blood.
Can we turn away from this open anger?
Can it all betray?
Cant you feel the danger to the miracle of life.
Sing when open hearts are calling,
Shout with open eyes (to the miracle of life)
Far below the deepest treasure
To the miracle of life
Living in times of luster, waiting for the flood.
We dont agree with your concepts;
Youd rather be washed in blood.
Is it any wonder? (in my lifetime)
Cold depth of blue water...
Is it any wonder? (in my lifetime)
Rising tide to slaughter...
Sing when open hearts are calling,
Shout with open eyes (to the miracle of life)
Far below your deepest pleasure
To the miracle of life
Pacifica...indian...atlantica...antarctica
song performed by by Yes
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Miracle Of Life
Hold on to the miracle of life...
Sacred lives emotions been washed away like mud.
You dont want my devotion;
Youd rather be washed in blood.
Can we turn away from this open anger?
Can it all betray?
Cant you feel the danger to the miracle of life.
Sing when open hearts are calling,
Shout with open eyes (to the miracle of life)
Far below the deepest treasure
To the miracle of life
Living in times of luster, waiting for the flood.
We dont agree with your concepts;
Youd rather be washed in blood.
Is it any wonder? (in my lifetime)
Cold depth of blue water...
Is it any wonder? (in my lifetime)
Rising tide to slaughter...
Sing when open hearts are calling,
Shout with open eyes (to the miracle of life)
Far below your deepest pleasure
To the miracle of life
Pacifica...indian...atlantica...antarctica
song performed by by Yes
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Child Of War
Child born under a red flag.
He gave up all he had.
For ultimate power.
For ultimate control.
For images that couldn't washed out of his head.
The blood ran as rivers of the dead flowed.
Bones littered the ground.
As a reminder of what he has done.
Even in the darkness the sun still shined.
Even upon all chaos some found peace.
A happiness was met on the horizon with grief.
Part of the daily living.
Hopefully soon all this would cease.
A testament to boy living in a war torn country.
He only understands one thing.
To survive you must kill.
To survive you must take.
All is yours if you want it is all he has ever known.
This is what we taught him.
Are we tell him that he must stop?
When others won't.
A mediator of regret, sorrow, and tears to be wept.
An imaginary peace.
He doesn't know what that is.
Upon his conquest all he has seen is men pillage, plunder, and rape.
In this world he doesn't understand what is truly at stake.
An unclaimed state.
He was born into this mistake.
If you live in nothingness, the dark abyss will eventually swallow you.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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The Love Inside
So the word is goodbye
Makes no difference how the tears are cried
Its over
And my heart lives alone
I can make believe you need me
When its over
And we cant take it home
The fire that was burning
When all around was turning
And we were cruising for the ride
Gotta give a little of the love inside
Not to take it all and watch me fall
I got me lovin you
I had you lovin me
And we both played along
Love was easy on the young
Life was together
As the world fades away into yesterday
Im losing you , forever
Im just an empty shell
With nothing for tomorrow
Im here to face the sorrow
The dream we sailed was far and wide
Gotta give a little of the love inside
Not to take apart this breaking heart
I got me lovin you
I had you lovin me
So the word is goodbye
Makes no difference how the tears are cried
Its over
And my heart lives alone
I can make believe you need me
When its over
And we cant take it home
The fire that was burning
When all around was turning
The dream we sailed was far and wide
Gotta get a little of the love inside
Not to take it all and watch me fall
I got me lovin you
I had you lovin me
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Too Many Times
Words:deborah d. smith
Music: michael w. smith
Who do I hope to finally be?
Is it not your life in me?
Yet the hows too hard to see
Too many times
Will I ever finally be
The true intended me?
Will the old in me be freed
And left behind?
Chorus:
Too many times
Im back inside
Wanting desperately to hide
Yet I know, I know you say
You have to die
Too many times
You hear my cries
Im at the end of all my tries
So, Im open lord, so
Teach me how to die
Here I am again alone
Afraid Ill lose all that I own
Yet you see me as your one
I cannot fall
And what I am I still am not
At times I count the cost
Yet I find theres nothing lost
If I give it all
Chorus
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Asylum
My tears are blue,
My eyes, Purple, green and black-
Yours, I do not know the color of-
I may have met you before in some dark alley-
Your eyes are shut as you sleep- You, I do not know.
All eyes are upon me now- Orange, blue and yellow-
The sky is green and clouds are maudlin-
Blood falls from eyes of sorcerers,
Tears, blue as deep sea water- falling from my eyes,
My eyes are purple, green and black.
Trapped inside a place unknown-
Unknown to my spirit's heaven-
Locked inside this devil's paradise- I cannot fathom reality.
I weep blue tears, combining with the blood
Pouring from the ceiling so dank and dark-
Turning purple and magenta, in hue-
Your lips are red- red as rage,
My hair is dark and dark as is Satan's advocate's
Please somebody rescue me!
My tears are blue, my eyes,
Purple, green and black- the color of yours
Still remains a mystery- When shall you awaken?
Only in good time, my friend, only in good time-
The face of the clock on the wall is orange - Its hands lost in space-
I am lost and beside myself- while you sleep-
We are locked inside of an asylum- I heard-
You are sleeping, still as the locked door before us-
I wonder, are you dreaming or are your dreams turning to nightmares-?
My ears are ringing, I am blue- they just told me through the keyhole that
I am locked inside the world of my delusions?
Through your eyes I could read your thoughts but
Your eyes are closed as you sleep- and my eyes, are closed to the world.
Colors and more colors before me, my tears are blue,
I am blue-please release me from my pain.
I know I have been told in time I will be but the clock upon the wall
Has no feelings-just decorating this chamber of hell with
Its bright orange face as my blue tears fall
Onto the urine stained floors of this confinement-
My soul dissolves into nothingness, while blood drips from the ceiling-and
I wonder- do they make keys that unlock minds from the cells of their delusions?
Somebody just painted my world black and I am doomed to be trapped here
Forever…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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All she wants to do is be free mirror
Imprints of bloody hands stain the glass as I look at the mirror
My wounds are deep inside for everyone to see
If they even cared
A girl who cries for no reason
Who knows her anger is rising inside of her
Her soul is tainted
All she wants to do is be free mirror
This is what I see inside the other side of the mirror
As I stand there looking
The blood stains on her run from her heart to waist in the reflection
Tasting the stained blood which turned to the stained un-pure blood
Of the torment, pain, and lies
Her mouth opens up to say something
But bubbles escape only
Trapped inside the mirror as I peer inside
This is what I see on the other side of the mirror
poem by Alyssa Howell
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She Washes Her Legs In The Fountain
sitting on the perch of the fountain
she sang to figures holding their basins
her voice cracking their ears
her voice swelling in the clouds
ripping them to tatters
her stockings are ink stained
sitting on her perch she washed her legs
and the fountain flowers fall to her feet.
behind her was a city of sapphire
surrounded by mountains of coral
and glass pine trees.
she finished washing and left a blood trail to her bed.
poem by Jerome Moore
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The Refracting
I could reach out with one hand,
Mauve-hued in dusk’s shadows, and
Grasp the moon with my fingertips.
If I could reach beyond a rainbow, if
One could be found,
Perhaps I could even capture some ethereal star.
If I am to remain a part of this world,
Or some sort of its messenger, I must
Keep myself safe in hiding, for
The earth has been shattered where my feet were once
Steadfast- edifices are crumbling, and
Falling, falling and falling into a bloodbath.
Seared flesh of carrion and ogling eyes of the living dead
Surround burning tenements destroyed by
Earthquakes emanating from meteors afire-
Destitute and homeless I stand drenched, soaked and demolished,
By the pounding drizzle of acid rain.
My inner child is searching and groping for love, comfort and humility-
Perhaps if I could somehow find my way beyond a rainbow, and
Touch its glass-like surface, inside, my pent up rage
Would be tamed by the aura that surrounds the moon, and I would
Meet face to face with the person I know that
I was never meant to be-
Downtrodden and oppressed, or as bitter as blood exuded
By its mother fruit, although steadfast forever upon this earth.
As reeking tenements shatter and fall in a curtain before my eyes,
They shall always penetrate through the rubble.
That ethereal star I am, owning light beams that
Refract against the prismatic horizon.
This is the hour of the day when the rainbow’s reflection
Can be seen shining through the countenance of saints,
And through the tears flowing from the glazed eyes of sinners’ fury,
If you believe,
If you only would believe,
Perhaps you could plant your feet within the remains of
Shattered edifices, and weep only for the loss of your existence,
Grasp for the moon with your fingertips, and
Make contact always, with the eyes of saints and angels, and
With those of that inner child you own inside,
In yourself you would believe, you would believe….
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Dancing To The Tune Of Life
the dance of life pulsates
like blood rushing inside our hearts
turning left turning right
we rotate we vibrate
we collide we slide
we tumble we gargle
we dangle we tangle
it does not matter what steps to take
forward or backward
we dance the dance of life to the tune of life
what matters most is we just do it
such a short moment
not meant to be wasted
let us dance before the next moment comes
soon the dance is over
we rest if we must but we can always say
we danced to the tune of life
we were so happy
we did not have the words of regrets
we reach the edge and then we fall
we are gone and then forgotten
we do not have to tell them
we were once here and we did our best
that this place was never ours
we had the best of times
we wrote the best lines
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Will You Still Be There?
How many lives have been shaken
Cos a few simple actions were not taken
There will be a time, time for the next world
Cant let the feelings be left unsaid
Chorus
Will you still be there when the night comes
The glorys over and the chill comes
When the night comes, will you still be there
Will you still be there when the night comes
Will you still be there?
When the world seems to fall apart for us
When all the hope has turned to desperation
How can we torture, torture the ones that we love
Cant let the feelings be left unsaid
How many hearts have been broken
How many have been broken in two
Cos a few simple words had not been spoken
Not been spoken, no, no, no
Theres a need to know that were wanted
That were wanted yeah, yeah, yeah
Theres a need to know you care
Need to know who cares for you yes we do
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Deadly Sins
Their truth lies in the open door now....
Where scars from battles fought can be seen-
Traced by the blood, sweat and tears, they caused
With an ocean of indifference-in between;
Where anger raged-more than enough!
Where swollen feelings were left to burn
Where forgiveness was never a choice
Where our foes-never ever learn! ;
Where opinions are absolute judgements
And the taking of a life means nothing at all!
Where drug addiction, cruelty, and violence play easily-
And the innocent victims-always fall;
I have said it before-many times
Theirs is a hired killer mentality-
Lust and Greed* their oft' sown seed
In a world of blatant criminality!
poem by Theodora Onken
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The Night I couldn't Win
Why why why why why
A glass of wine to celebrate
Followed by many more
The day that I was to graduate
I wish to not remember at all
The wine it flowed all day and all night
My glass was never empty
Too drunk was I, so I turned out the light
At around 11.20
Here is where things begin to change
Where everything is at a loss
The atmosphere is a little strange
I felt extremely lost
A man had followed me to my room
His intentions were dark and evil
My hand reached out and attacked with a broom
But too late, my attempt was feeble
One hand gripped my wrists above my head
The other ripped open my legs
I cried out loud but then he said
‘AGAIN AND I’LL MAKE YOU BEG’
Beads of his sweat merged with my tears
His dirty weapon hurt me
I never knew I could feel so much fear
For someone who I had once flirted
Please make him stop
Make him end it now
Make it fall off
Make him leave without a sound
My pleas they were in vain
And when the monster eventually left
He left me in agonizing pain
With bite marks all over each breast
And blood oozing from every bruise
His message to me, as he got up to go
And did up his zip and put on his shoes
Was a smug grin that filled me with woe.
How could I let this creature so vile
Cause me so much anger
He entered my life for just a short while
But when he left he took my laughter
He took my smile, my love, my care
He took them with a twisted grin
Memories haunt me, and this is why I share
The night I couldn’t win
poem by Miss Bojangles
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Immortality Has An End
The unfortunate old man
He had fortune and he had life
It was a life without heart
Although it was a heart strongly beating
He wished for an attack
To end his torture
For nothing was left for him
In this lonely world
And for him it was indeed lonely
He had lost everything of meaning
And had gained everything for surviving
They called him the luckiest man alive
But he wasn’t lucky
And he didn’t feel alive
The flashbacks tortured his soul
But not his existence
Memories brought tears
That flowed like the waterfall
At the end of the Earth
And the end of the World
Will bring the end of life
But he could never reach it
The doctor was a weekly visit
There were never any problems
“You’re perfectly healthy”
The doctor always said
He wasn’t ever sick
But he was sick of being healthy
Sick of life, of the Earth
But never sick of disease
He felt immortal, cursed
To walk the Earth forever
He’s seen more death
Than a Vietnam soldier
And every death takes away
A part of him
He is split, cracked
Like the Earth he walks on
He and the Earth share a common thing
They wish to end their torture
For they are bonded
With a bond that can’t be broken
Until one outlasts the other
The end of the world
poem by Keiren Ward
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