The Bloodsucker
My life offers me
lunacy and craze,
Time kills me very often
with lazy blaze.
Evil is my mentor while
disciple is sage,
Seek fun in abuses
Tear up fair's page.
Confusion slaps me again,
Society sucks my blood.
Dreams of my gross happiness
nip in the bud.
poem by Liton Chakraborty Mithun
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Reality Sucks
O.k. maybe you know it better
Oh oh reality sucks
Nobody helps you to make it feel better
Oh oh reality sucks
And youre a dropout that stays away
Might be that evil took over
Oh oh reality sucks
Youre getting to old now
To cause a stampede
Oh oh reality sucks
So youre boozing your life away
Youre blown your brain away
Reality sucks
Oho reality sucks
Now you see your life has passed you by
Oh oh reality sucks
You took a shortcut
Through the junkyard of life
Maybe thats why reality sucks
Now youre boozing your life away
Blowing your head away
But dreams didnt make your day
cause reality sucks
Oh oh reality sucks
Reality sucks
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Blaze Of Love
We are running out of time
Weve got one foot on the rock, and one foot over the line
This love, this loves not turning back
Well I dont know about you, but me Im following that
Late at night, watching you sleep, and I know inside, Im over the edge
Chorus:
Im goin down, down, down, in a blaze of love, in a blaze of love
Im goin down, down, down, in a blaze of love, in a blaze of love
Oh you, you can run away
You can shatter my world, scatter my dreams all over the place
But i, Ive grown to love these chains
You can tear em apart but I dont wanna escape
I close my eyes, picture your smile and I know inside, Im over the edge
Im goin down, down, down, in a blaze of love, in a blaze of love
Im goin down, down, down, in a blaze of love, blaze of love
Blaze of love
Blaze of love
(guitar solo)
Oh, Im over the edge...in a blaze of love
(down, down, down, blaze of love) blaze of love
(down, down, down) in a blaze of love, in a blaze of love
Im goin down, down, down, down, down, down
In a blaze of love (blaze of love)
Down, down, down, in a blaze of love...
song performed by by Starship
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Happiness To Me
Does Happiness depend upon comfort? ’
The answer is definitely a big, ‘No! ’
Happiness lies in not comforts alone!
Happiness is not a static quality of the
human mind, body and soul.
All can’t remain happy all the time.
It would be foolishness to wish for a life,
filled with happiness alone;
Life could become boring, when happiness is prolonged.
Even A pauper can be happier than the prince.
Even A beggar smiles and sleeps well, despite much strife.
Happiness is a frame of mind that’s dynamic in nature;
Happiness is a kind of mood of feeling very well;
Happiness is a state of one, when life seems worth living;
Happiness is all within;
Happiness is in giving;
Happiness is in sharing;
Happiness does not depend on comforts;
Happiness cannot be bought by money;
Happiness is not all luxury;
Happiness is in being child-like, though adult;
Happiness is in sacrificing for others’ sake;
Happiness is in doing acts of charity;
Happiness is when you’ve led a righteous life.
Happiness to some is in dreams alone;
Happiness to some doing risky feats;
Happiness to a few is in a sheer lazy life;
Happiness to me is in loving.
poem by Richard Maginness
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Island of seclusion
We drift on a road to nowhere
Reality is not what it seems
It`s just a fantasy in our dreams
Getting through life by any means
Sometimes stuck in life`s latrines
Seems happiness is just an illusion
In a world of utter confusion
A story with no conclusion
So i seek my peace of mind
On an island where people are kind
And happiness is easy to find
In my world of delusion
I seek my island of seclusion
poem by Joseph Whelan
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Malformation
I renounce
exploitative
attitudes to life.
For beware this
capitalistic principle
is sticky blood
dog sacrifice altar
marks malignant curse
afflicting mind diseased
psychopath power seekers
imposing nightmare
shaping society ego shadows
Hawaiian Polynesians
once though birthmarks
were the mark of evil
branded upon
infant body
of afflicted child
traditionally
this society
once killed
all such babies
not barbaric
modern society
kills innocent unborn
in millions
planned family planning
real evil is blemish
upon soul
consuming humanity
true mark
identifying possessive
demons
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Zannat...heaven
Zannat* here, hell here, life here
With joy and happiness to be spent dear
Why to cry and resent for bad luck?
Why to lament and curse when simply struck?
My zannat* is at home
Stands at door and welcome
Ushers me inside and offers comfort
I have reached the bay with her support
She is not only beautiful
But kind at heart and successful
In her work she is really wonderful
With out I could have been zero or half full
I speak nothing in her praise
But gracefully acknowledge on face
"I would have been no where dear"
I live with happiness without any fear
When you are around
Joy and happiness is found
Moon and stars may shine in their place
I have nothing look at you and chase
My universe is here
I do nothing which may cause her to shed tear
Yet sometimes I loose sight of vision
That leads to some bitterness and confusion
I have no regret being ordinary man
She is no less than heavenly woman
What has she gained from me as her man?
I think and probably no answer she can
It will be too much if I say some more words
But it will be ungrateful of me if my words are not heard
I may not say plainly on her face acknowledge
She is always there in my sacred heart temple as inscribed page
She has never uttered a word in desperation
Maintained all time calm with beautiful relation
All women are same with gifted heart
Only we need to develop vision and see it as heavenly art
* Zannat…. heaven
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Happiness Is Not Comforts
‘Does Happiness depend upon comfort? ’
The answer is definitely a big, ‘No! ’
Happiness lies in not comforts alone!
Happiness is not a static quality of the human mind, body and soul.
All can’t remain happy all the time.
It would be foolishness to wish for a life, filled with happiness alone;
Happiness is more when woes come in-between.
Happiness is just a feeling weird!
Life could become boring and monotonous, when happiness is prolonged.
Even the pauper can be happier than the prince.
Even the beggar smiles and sleeps well, despite much strife.
Happiness is a frame of mind that’s dynamic in nature;
Happiness is a kind of mood of feeling very well;
Happiness is a state of one, when life seems worth living;
Happiness is something strange that varies with time, experience and wisdom.
Happiness is all within;
Happiness is in giving;
Happiness is in sharing;
Happiness is the ceiling, whatever you fix!
Happiness does not wholly depend on comforts;
Happiness cannot be bought by money;
Happiness is not all luxury;
Happiness is abstract to the core!
Happiness is in being child-like, though adult;
Happiness is in making and seeing the less fortunate ones, smile;
Happiness is in acting adult-like, although a child
Happiness is in giving something to someone, although you still need it.
Happiness is in sacrificing for others’ sake;
Happiness is in giving up your chance to someone, who most needs it;
Happiness is in doing acts of charity;
Happiness is when you’ve led a righteous life.
Happiness to some is in dreams alone;
Happiness to some doing risky feats;
Happiness to a few is in a sheer lazy life;
Happiness to some is in yeoman service to mankind.
Happiness is a phenomenon;
Happiness is a quirk of fate;
Happiness is quite rare and scarce at times;
Happiness to some is in living in a virtual world!
Happiness is in braving the storms of life;
Happiness is in toiling for others’ sakes;
Happiness is in sharing your talents and ken;
Happiness is in loving your poor brethren.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 6-15-2008
poem by John Celes
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Box
Box
by Ted L Glines
working working
no time to play
postpone your dreams
for another day
eternity waits
an endless stage
for your childish glee
or dreams of rage
children know
magickal places
dragons and elves
grins on their faces
but growing up
is serious stuff
put your childhood away
learn how to bluff
living by logic
from man-made books
kills your soul
under pious looks
an empty life
is something built
one day at a time
from fears and guilt
growing misuses
drown childhood gladness
replaced with abuses
of adult sadness
rushing your life
schedules and clocks
all of it ends
in a fancy box
going to heaven
or that place of screams
such an awful waste
for the soul with no dreams
poem by Ted L Glines
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The Disciple
He that hath a Gospel
To loose upon Mankind,
Though he serve it utterly--
Body, soul and mind--
Though he go to Calvary
Daily for its gain--
It is His Disciple
Shall make his labour vain.
He that hath a Gospel
For all earth to own--
Though he etch it on the steel,
Or carve it on the stone--
Not to be misdoubted
Through the after-days--
It is His Disciple
Shall read it many ways.
It is His Disciple
(Ere Those Bones are dust )
Who shall change the Charter,
Who shall split the Trust--
Amplify distinctions,
Rationalize the Claim;
Preaching that the Master
Would have done the same.
It is His Disciple
Who shall tell us how
Much the Master would have scrapped
Had he lived till now--
What he would have modified
Of what he said before.
It is His Disciple
Shall do this and more....
He that hath a Gospel
Whereby Heaven is won
( Carpenter, or cameleer,
Or Maya's dreaming son ),
Many swords shall pierce Him,
Mingling blood with gall;
But His Own Disciple
Shall wound Him worst of all!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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If I had Time
If I had time,
I'd go to Church,
And hear the Litany,
That says if I,
Pray till I die,
There's riches due to me.
If I had time,
I'd go to School,
And listen to the Sage,
Who'll tell me,
In his wisdom,
There are jewels on his page.
If I had time,
Then I would seek,
The Politicians view,
Who'd tell me,
If I vote for him,
That benefits accrue.
If I had time,
I'd look to Law,
To settle the dispute,
I'd seek advice,
Clear and concise,
If that would bear me fruit.
But are they selling Gems, or Glass, these wise and learned few?
I cannot put a price on truth, and nor, I think, can you.
So spend your time with Prudence,
Or with Sarah,
Or Yvonne,
That way you'll still have memories, when all the rest has gone!
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
poem by Owain Glyn
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A Manly Heart
The manly heart carries gold and silver,
One shines and the other slivers;
The jewels, the diamonds, the happiness, the pains,
Were all kept to the heart.
And nights may travel in strong confusion,
For women there are strong years,
For men there is fair weather and stings,
The memories of our behaviour may live.
Hours of confusion, days of affliction,
Tear into our bowels as we swill our water;
Boiling liquid of the same strength
Dives into the bellies of the juicy soul.
And emotions, once as strange as success,
Float softly in our souls of learning,
Confusion crept on this man I am,
Woe dissolved me, woe descried my being.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Life Is a Game Where Life Only Wins
Life is a laughter but
no one can smile
Life is so hard that
makes us fragile
Life is a theater
of all deadly sins
Life is a game
where life only wins..
Life is happiness,
only fools say so
Life says “come dear”
just before saying GO
The moment we await death,
life starts laughing loud
We all seek sunlight
and life gives us cloud
Life makes us live it but
Never the way we wish
Life asks for that tear
What our eyes unleash
Life gives us blood to
Suck from us more
Life is a scary tale
It’s indeed a gore
poem by Sankha Datta
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Racism Kills
Racist people,
Are the saddest these days.
Racist people,
And their ways...
Are fading away.
Hatred kills!
Chills.
And often excused,
As heroism.
Hatred kills!
And for thrills,
Often is defended...
As a pride.
No matter if it hangs...
Or drags alongside,
Insecurites denied.
Hiding the fact...
Their is jealousy behind,
Evil and often...
Masquerading eyes.
Black, white...
Brown or yellow folks,
Provoking attacks.
On others.
Or themselves!
To stab with a vengeance,
Behind a back.
To distort facts!
Racism kills.
And there is no sense in it.
Racism kills.
And the sense that's meant.
Racism kills.
Leaving minds incensed.
Exposing ills...
And evil wills.
Racism kills.
And there is no sense in it.
Racism kills.
And the sense that's meant.
Racism kills.
Leaving minds incensed.
Exposing ills...
And evil wills.
And evil wills to kill will end.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: CXIII
TO ONE WITH HIS SONNETS
This is the book. For evil and for good,
What my life was in it is written plain.
These are no dreams, but things of flesh and blood,
The past that lived and shall not live again.
This is the book. I dare not bid you read.
Too much of my poor soul you would unlock.
Your own soul, if it tender were, might bleed.
I could not bear that you should only mock.
My life lies here. And yet in vain, dear heart,
The tale is told. One page it yearns to see,
One play where one best actor should find part.
But that, alas for love! shall never be.
Yet, if a sign you seek between these lines,
One hidden lies for you, a sign of signs.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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The Life That I Always Dream
It's not here on earth full of confusion
Where ugliness and sin always reign
Not on drugs where for just a moment
you forget who you really are
Not in a sin where chastity is not important
Not in the emptiness of bliss abound
I always ask myself this question
Where in this hell we can find true happiness
Where in this hell we can find lasting peace
I'm always confuse, and somehow depress
Where can I find the answer to this lonely quest
Then an answer came to me in a form of inspiration
That this time of our life is only a preparation
For that great and glorious day
That this world is only a playing field
But the celebration is up ahead
This world does not really matter
This life is only a trial, only a test
Everyone is entitled to a life of happiness
A never ending happiness
Lasting happiness with your family and friends
Where there is no confusion, hate, crime
No depression, addiction, no deadlines
Only happiness
True happiness and lasting peace
The one we've all been searching for
Which is the greatest gift of all
The life that I always dream
Which is Eternal life.
poem by Rodelio Cabarle
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On Time and Space after T.S. Eliot
If Space and Time through ages weigh
thing that have been or might
bear decay, Sun's seeming might
will flare then fade one day.
So why, fair dove, waste time to play
when you should LIVE, soul free?
The butterfly that lives a day
tips synchronicity.
The blooms bedecked with bright dawn's dew
may tremble on the vine,
Time conquers all who nectar knew
bee, blossom, tree, root, all sign
haste chase to pluck anew
life's sweets before defeat's slow pine,
Yet days of love transform the few
to many spells divine.
If Time and Space mock sage page play,
dreams' beams may cause to be
'in grain of sand' eternal stay
prismatic creativity.
Transcend Time's strictures, sects which lay
down laws sans cause nor reason:
Exception proves life's rules, life's ray
for you may know no season.
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Rotten Future
All you punkers with your
No Future dreams
Follow Johnny Rotten
and all our preset beliefs
Following society
be what they want you to be
Drunk and Quiet
"there's no future for me."
IMPATIENCE with society
BE WHAT they want you to be
IMPATIENCE "there's no future here"
"I'm not lazy I just don't care"
Of course there is no future
when you make sure there is none
I'mpatience "time is wasting
song performed by by Anti-Flag from Die For Government
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The spirit of God
Life is simple
Life is both good and bad
Choose the good side
Life is right and wrong
Do what is right
Life offers wisdom and foolishness
So be wise
It is full of poverty and riches
But it is better to rich
Than to be poor
Life offer us happiness and sadness
Choose happiness
It is sore evil to like destruction
But a blessing to be a savior
Life is both positive and negative
So be positive
It is better to be strong
Than to be weak
Bad at the button
But better at the peak
Life is sweet and bitter
Taste it sweetness
All these shows heaven and hell
God and the devil
So choose God
poem by Matt Ancient
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Anyone who slaps a 'this page is best viewed with Browser X' label on a Web page appears to be yearning for the bad old days, before the Web, when you had very little chance of reading a document written on another computer, another word processor, or another network.
quote by Tim Berners-Lee
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Three silly monkeys
See no evil!
Speak no evil!
Hear no evil!
Preached a sage
Three monkeys heard and became impressed
They started practising the given rules
Without giving any deeper thought
As incapable they were, to do so
Each time they saw something thing they considered evil
They closed their eyes
Each time they heard of evil
They closed their ears
Any mentioning of the evil
And they covered their mouths
Interpreting the teaching
As best as they could
One day they heard the roar of a cheeta
Which sounded so sinister
Immediately they covered their ears
They felt the impulse to speak
About the evil that neared
But instead
They put their hands on mouths
They saw Cheeta approaching
But followed the golden teaching
By closing their eyes
Certain they were
That sage’s teachings were to save
And Evil was to disappear
But the beast came
Devoured all three silly monkeys
Everything in this world has two sides to look upon, many in this world consider and portray these monkeys as three wise ones, question is, how you would rank them!