Reason for our existence
Pain, poverty, sorrow, sin, suffering, rape, abuse, resistance, captivity, insecurity, handicap, all forms of set back
How do we react?
All is blessed who takes, receives, is given and bleeds
With a smile and realization that it is but one mile.
poem by Jeff Rushton
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I'll Never Forget
I never forget what happened
I'll never forget what they did.
They used rape and abuse
To have power over me.
I'll always remember
Will I ever forget.
I long to break free
And take back my life.
The rape and abuse
Has held me back for to long.
One day I will reclaim
What was taken from me
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Why don’t you smile?
How can smile such a sweet smiles,
When saddened by sorrow for miles
Smile is a sign of cheer
You are important and also dear
Smile is like a hope
It teaches you to remove the clouds of mope
For nothing but only a smile
Takes away your pain and trial
And pick your troubles in pile
Smile show of trust
Be happy even in hard crust
Smile is a sign of care
It teach you how to share
Smile because it’s healing
It makes people wonder
What you’re thinking.
Smile smugly as you’ve done your work.
forgiving to pardon the jerk.
Smile because you want to
And smile just because you can!
So why don’t you smile
And forget you’re sorrow for a while
poem by Angelyn Agudo
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Blessed Be Your Name - Hillsong
Blessed be Your name,
In the land that is plentiful.
Where Your streams of abundance flow,
Blessed be Your name.
Blessed be Your name,
When I'm found in the desert place.
When I walk through the wilderness,
Blessed be Your name.
Every blessing You pour out,
I'll turn back to praise.
When the darkness closes in,
Lord, still, I will say:
(Chorus)
Blessed be the name of the Lord,
Blessed be Your name.
Blessed be the name of the Lord,
Blessed be Your glorious name.
Blessed be Your name,
When the sun's shining down on me.
When the world's all as it should be,
Blessed be Your name.
Blessed be Your name,
On the road marked with suffering.
When there's pain in the offering,
Blessed be Your name.
Every blessing You pour out,
I'll turn back to praise.
When the darkness closes in,
Lord, still, I will say:
(Chorus) x 2
You give and take away,
You give and take away.
My heart will choose to say,
Lord, blessed be Your name. x 2
(Chorus) x 2
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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My Only Song
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain
You took it all
Without any gain.
You loved us all
With gentle eyes
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain
39 plus one
Lashes great fall on your back
A crown of thorns
Pressed down around your head
The blood runs down
and yet you cry
'So many lost;
So many die.'
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain
Leave it now-
And cry again
Man of sorrow
Man of pain
Your troubled heart
Feels my pain.
Lifted up to die
Bitter gall served fresh
As wine
Yet you'd do it again
For one lost sheep
That beats in the air.
Man of sorrow
Man of pain
When is it enough?
So much grief
You swallow up
Yet you bore it
And demand me live-
Man of sorrow
I humbled myself down.
All glory to you
Man of sorrow
All thrones belong to you
Man of pain
You gave me life and
Even more
I have nothing
But myself to give -
Yet I keep taking it back
Man of Sorrow
Man of Pain.
poem by Charlotte Ballard
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Hope bleeds gradually
So many hidden stories
Forgotten and ignored
Poverty absorbs life
Hope bleeds gradually
Make do, and mend
Smile and pretend
Slowly, gradually
Visible to invisible
With unchanging smile
Stranger to self
And stranger we deny
As poverty silences
In coldness we comply
Indifference cuts the deepest
Statistics used to deny
Personhood and dignity
Fade, Person to ghost
Dying is easy
It’s living that’s hard
False prophets abound
Hope bleeds gradually
Selling isms by the pound
Disengaged they take the cudgel
Pronounce their humble acts
Do we listen to the stories?
Do we listen to the facts?
Wise in our own eyes
Objective in indifference
Passing by on the other side
So many hidden stories
Forgotten and ignored
Poverty absorbs, denies
Hidden by statistics
Hope bleeds gradually
Make do, and mend
Smile and pretend
Slowly, gradually
Visible to invisible
Christ knows our story
Tell me that it’s true
He bore it on the Cross
We are not alone
Nothing in love is lost
I hope that this is true
Hope bleeds gradually
Whilst Poverty absorbs
Christ knows.
poem by Adrian Wait
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Rape Me
Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again
I'm not the only one (4x)
Hate me
Do it and do it again
Waste me
Rape me my friend
I'm not the only one (4x)
My favorite inside source
I'll kiss your open sores
Appreciate your concern
You'll always stink and burn
Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again
I'm not the only one (4x)
Rape me (rape me) (8x)
Rape me
song performed by by Nirvana from In Utero
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Red Rape
If rape was a color it would be red
the definition of rape an red
aren’t the same, doesn’t matter to me
I told you to stop
I told you no
It doesn’t matter what I say
nothing is the same
even thought I didn’t know anything
I knew it wasn’t right
you can’t hold me down no more
no matter what you say
I know my rights from wrongs
times have changed
I’m no kid no more
No more blood
but still so much tears
I’ll never do what you did to me
just wait an see
the damage has been done
who said abuse breeds abuse
I’ll break the chain
I could never hurt a soul
if red was a color I’d be rape
poem by Justin C. Philhower
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You Can't Feel My Pain
You can not feel my pain.
But you can see my smile.
Life is great but can be vile.
People will hate and steal your style.
Sucess is a long mile.
I am looking for gold mines in a pile.
But you can not feel my pain.
You just know my name.
We not the same.
I am human that has virtile.
My past is old as fossil.
No looking back.
If I do, I will be hurt with sorrow.
I must see tomorrow.
As faith of the lord, I must follow.
poem by Anteaus Berryhill
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Red, the color of rape
If rape was a color it would be red
the definition of rape an red
aren’t the same, doesn’t matter to me
I told you to stop
I told you no
It doesn’t matter what I say
nothing is the same
even thought I didn’t know anything
I knew it wasn’t right
you can’t hold me down no more
no matter what you say
I know my rights from wrongs
times have changed
I’m no kid no more
No more blood
but still so much tears
I’ll never do what you did to me
just wait an see
the damage has been done
who said abuse breeds abuse
I’ll break the chain
I could never hurt a soul
if red was a color I’d be rape
if red was a color I’d be r
poem by Mary Hathaway
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I'd Rather
If it takes never talking
Never walking
With you again
To keep us friends
I'd rather do that
If it means you never coming back
To never see you react
I'd rather do that
If it takes to love and not hate
Or to never see you as a mistake
I'd rather do that
If it takes me feeling
Like I am destoryed
Or me feeling like
You take me as a play toy
I'd rather do that
If it takes to never receive a phone call
Or to never hear you voice ever
I'd rather do that
If it takes my memories
Of us hurting each other
I'd rather do that
If it takes me thinking
Of our love as make believe
Whatever it takes to succeed
You are no longer what
I need
Things wasn't all bad
And I want to hold on
To that
So I don't want you back
So if that what it takes
To hold on to some good
Than I rather do that
poem by Tameeka Smith
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I am blessed because...
I am blessed because I wake up every morning with breakfast ready on my table,
when there are people waking up to hunger.
I am blessed because I wake up with clothes to wear,
when there are people shivering in the cold.
I am blessed because I wake up knowing that I don't have to walk to school,
when there are people who don't have a school to go to.
I am blessed because I get to eat even if it's not time for breakfast, lunch or dinner,
while some people wonder when the next meal will come.
I am blessed because I am living such a comfortable life, playing sports, joking around with friends, using the internet and sleeping whenever I want,
when some people are using their last bit of strength to make sure they survive hunger, illness and pain.
I am blessed because I have friends to talk to when I'm in pain, to laugh with when I'm in joy and to be my aid when I'm in need,
when there are people who feel sad, sorrow and pain without anyone
to lean on.
I am blessed because I have a caring Mum, an awesome Dad and a loving little sister, while there are people who will never know who their parents are.
I am blessed because I know I am loved by God.
The people in pain, the people in hunger, the people in sorrow,
the people who lost everything, the people who kill, the people who
steal, the people who hate, the people who persecute, the people who is the worst of all humans, are loved by God too. They just need to know it.
I am blessed, are you?
If you think you're not, remember this, God loves you, no matter who you are.
You just need to know it. =
December
Wow looking back on December 15,2004,
Still haunts me,
The coldness, the rape, that hate I feel inside,
I try my hardest to cope with it,
I hope he goes to jail with no bail,
I hope he dies for what he did,
When the time of December 15, it hurts me to smile,
You have caused me pain,
Caused me to cut myself,
I wanted to die,
I wanted to cry,
I wanted to scream for help but no one heard me,
I feel dirty,
You made me feel a shame of myself,
You made me blame things on myself,
Every is my fault,
Its all my fault that you raped me and hurt me,
The pain I feel,
The tears of sorrow,
The things you have done to me,
It hurts to cry,
It hurts to say that this December 15th will make 2 years ago,
But it hurts me that I am a rape victim.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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The Eyes of Age
I’m looking through the eyes of an aged man
who has lived his life the best he can.
I’ve made countless mistakes before arriving here,
suffered broken hearts and shed many a tear.
And now I see young men doing exactly the same,
making similar mistakes and suffering pain.
If only they would ask, I could save so much grief,
but their silly pride is beyond belief.
Most young people see me as a burned out old man;
but I can see as a youngster can.
I look at middle aged men and consider myself the same,
but I forget about my looks, my shape, and ageing pain.
When I see a young lady, who takes the time to smile at me,
I straighten my back, breathe in, and smile anxiously,
but then I realise I’m not a young man, so dream on old fool,
she’s only being polite and you’re beginning to drool.
Some days I’m full of energy and think I could sprint for a mile,
but after a ten paces I have to rest and catch my breath for a while.
When you become old it’s a fact that your eyes and body don’t unite,
and your memory and mind are held up by the brains delay to ignite.
I’m not ready for aging and I don’t want to get used to being old,
okay, so I’ve had a new hip, a new knee, and I’m slightly bald,
maybe I am a bit deaf, and my eyesight isn’t what it should be,
oh yes, I almost forgot - I have a lousy memory.
poem by Orlando Belo
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My heart beat
01/09/2010
My heart beat
My heart beat
My heart beats with worry and sorrow
Seeing mankind climbing the ladder of hate
Seeing mankind fading away the love for humanity
My heart bleeds
My eyes cry sadness as blood brothers and sisters
hate on each other
The love I have for my sisters is deep
The care I feel for my brother is deep
None can separate my siblings and I
For we forever one
My heart beats play songs of sorrow and pain
My heart bleeds with sorrow and pain when I see
Homeless yuts begging on the streets
Where are you mother of earth set to nature and feed this young one
GOD why plant a seed on hateful woman
All eyes are on you woman of prostitution
All eyes are you woman of abortion
Defiling the survival of humanity by allowing vanity to control you
Who is to look after the nation and keep it clean when you are
Soulfully unclean
Move away from the darkness mankind
Can't you see the women are dying
Can't you the children are still crying
Hunger pains the stomach
Hunger supresses the brain to lowest level of thinking
I feel the pain in the core of my chest
I feel my heart beat, the drums in my brain
Makes my ears buzz when I hear the cry of the children on the streets
My feet get cold and my toes cramp as they feel the cold on the side walks of Jozi
My heart beats with sorrow and worry
Seeing mankind turning a blind eye on Poverty
My heart beats sing a sad song, a sad song
That tells me to fight poverty
Lets fight poverty people
Lets give to the needy
Take care of our elders
Feed our children
Love the nation
because my heart beats sing a sad song, a sad song.
My heart beat
By: Empress Ela Spirit
EES! ! ! ! !
poem by Zanele Mavuso
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Hidden Sorrow
Only because i smile,
Doesn't prove my glee,
For my hidden sorrow,
Is now controlling me,
This sea of melancholy,
Is slowly drowning me,
Under the burning crimson sky,
And screeching black stars,
the contempt that boils within,
Creates only a greater sorrow,
This contempt for myself,
And the reproach I give myself,
This reproach I can't bear,
This abuse I can't withstand,
the torment and pain,
Feds my growing hidden sorrow,
poem by Paurakh Shrestha
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Try Me One More Time
I took away your reality
I took away all your memories
I gave up all the bliss that was made for you
And now I'm sad cause I missed the time
And now I'm sad cause my words were dying
Now that I'm grown and alone
I see my own silent crime
Tonight I drown in pain and beg you please
Just try me one more time
Chorus:
Try me one more time
It takes a mile or a miracle
It takes some tears just for me to tell
It takes a year and fear
To open up my soul for you
With you I'm blessed and you are divine
You turned my life from water to wine
You wame my sleep, are my sun to me
That I need to shine
So I regret, will not forget what I did
So try me one more time
Chorus:
Can't tell you why I could do it
Can't tell you why you should face it
Can't tell you why I could lose it
Can't tell you why you should try it
Why - why - why - just can't tell you why
But please, but please, but please, but please...
Chorus:
song performed by by H-BlockX
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Worth Every Mile
Written by Travis Tritt
The roads that we've traveled
Ain't always been easy
Lord knows we've both seen our share
Of troubles and trials
It's hard to believe
We made it so far together
But just between you and me darling
It was worth every mile
Chorus:
It was worth every storm
We had to weather
It was worth all the evenings
We cried together
When the going got toughest
I could count on your smile
And looking back now I can say
It was worth every mile
I know you and I both had our doubts
That we'd make it
But deep in the back of our minds
We knew all along
That love's not for quitters
So we kept ours moving
Oh and I think you'll have to agree
It was worth every mile
Chorus
And looking back now I can say
It was worth every mile
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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Sudden Realization
A realization came by
So sudden and abrupt
I imagined I could fly
And all emotions erupt
A realization made by the view
Of your radiant face
Only appreciated by a few
The face, the face that makes my heart pace
A realization so surreal
A realization so joyful
The realization that I feel,
'Twas so beautiful
Let us not make this realization
Come to naught
For all I have seen in this elation
Was all that's been in thought
A realization came by
So wonderful and joyous
From it, we shy
Let's not, but venture the word, "us"
poem by Leonardo David Tay
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Tears & Sorrow = Denver 2012
TEARS
Tears are the raindrops of the soul
And there's one for all who die.
They are the silent words of grief
As they fall free from the eye.
The shortest verse in the Bible
Is the one where Jesus wept
So, if you hold back tears, shed them
When your pain is too harsh to accept.
Tears are lovelier than a smile
When they come from those you love
As they seek relief from sadness
When you're summoned from above.
Tears are a love-mates humble gift
When it's time to say goodbye
Though the eyes are wet and swollen
With time and patience they dry.
SORROW
Sorrow is better than laughter
For by grieving, we're improved.
Blessed be all who morn
Till from sadness they're removed.
After death our souls shall fly
Perhaps from star to star
Reaching our destination
To find Heaven's gate ajar.
God made us able to cry
Sorrow teaches us to fear
Those days we're selfish and cruel
When life is so short and dear.
Time wipes tears from all faces
Whose hearts are tuned to sorrow.
Those that cry a thousand tears
Shall be blessed by tomorrow.
Every night before sleep I say thank you to Heaven
For the past day I was allowed to love you and serve.
And if I awake I say thank you once more
For God has blessed me far beyond what I deserve.
Why Me Only?
Rape here and rape there, rape is every where.
And country is become a big Mogul Harem, my fear;
Rape in the village, rape in the town:
Rape in sari, rape in gown:
India, secular, socialist and democratic:
But of late has become a rape republic.
Rape on an infant, rape on an old:
Rape of a student, rape of a tourist, told:
Rape by a friend, rape by an enemy:
Rape by majority, rape by minority;
Rape by the rich, rape by a poor ward:
Rape by forward, rape by backward.
A paid rape and a free rape,
A group rape and a compulsive rape,
All are socialist and secular,
In this perversion, hateful;
Daily it is breaking news,
Still there is no emotion to view.
I had survived, from among the dying,
The rapists reached to rape me, trying;
In my mother's wombs, unborn, I was a fetus;
No safe corners hide to shun the pain, tedious;
As I got a shape of a beautiful moor,
The dark sheep are there to maul my contour.
'This single act ends my own life, ' is one,
Where all the pains reside;
Crushed by the mis-fortune of some deadly sin-
Can't be washed by greatest win.
I lifted but hated my self here,
'There's no solace any where! '
"It is a dark spot, where all light spent,
All darkness! " cried I, Intent;
It hit me hard to graceless mutiny,
I was hideous, hopeless without scrutiny;
I sat, where night never ends;
Heaven's radiant show never lends.
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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