The Court
Marked, you see me as you wish to
But that’s not all that is in my being
Mocked, you find humor in my faults
Only because you are insecure
Tried, placed before a court of skeptics
I fight my case but all in vain
Judged, you have perceived the way I am
Time to reveal what I have become
Arrested, placed in isolation
I can not escape my monochrome prison
Sentenced, I am given my fate
Your system unfair, I stop fighting it
Punished, I will get what I “deserve”
My sins have caught up with me, and I will pay
Killed, I sink into darkness
And look back to what could have been
poem by Macklin MacKenzie
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El Lute
This is the story of el lute
A man who was born to be hunted like a wild animal
Because he was poor
But he refused to accept his fate
And today his honor has been restored
He was only nineteen
And he was sentenced to die
For something that somebody else did
And blamed on el lute
Then they changed it to life
And so he could escape
From then on they chased him
And searched for him day and night
All over spain
But the search was in vain for el lute
He had only seen the dark side of life
The man they called el lute
And he wanted a home just like you and like me
In a country where all would be free
So he taught himself to read and to write
It didnt help el lute
He was one who had dared to escape overnight
They had to find el lute
Soon the fame of his name
Spread like wild fire all over the land
With a price on his head
People still gave him bread
And they gave him a hand
For they knew he was right
And his fight was their fight
No one gave you a chance
In the spain of those days
On the walls every place they had put up
The face of el lute
And he robbed where he could just like once robin hood
They finally caught him and
That seemed the end
But they caught him in vain
Cause a change came for spain
And el lute
He had only seen the dark side of life
The man they called el lute
And he wanted a home just like you and like me
In a country where all would be free
And then freedom really came to his land
And also to el lute
Now he walks in the light of a sunny new day
The man they called el lute
song performed by by Boney M.
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Before You Were Killed
Stop!
Why after your struggles,
To come to the light...
You seemed so urgent,
To travel back into the darkness?
What was there,
In that kind of sorrow that attracted?
Did you miss your anguish?
Did you feel
From that I held you back?
Stop!
Why after healing from wounds,
Did you wish to inflict more pain?
Help me understand this...now!
What was there for you to gain?
What in this life troubled you like that?
I want to understand...now!
But you rejected my helping hand!
You seemed determined,
To make that stand.
Stop!
Don't leave.
I continue in my mind to plead!
Don't go this way.
I continue to say.
You have ripped me into pieces.
Why did you wish my heart to crumble?
Did I deserve this mistreatment?
Did I deserve your selfishness released?
I did not try to block your desire to go.
But you tore me apart...
And wherever you may be,
'That' I want you to know!
Stop!
STOP!
If only time had stood still...
Before you were killed,
To hear me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Monster Gets A Dog
A man with no heart has a dog, this is so cruel and unfair
He tortured many and killed them, don't people even care
I was shocked when I heard this on the morning news
He went to prison for a few months, they say he paid his dues
He was so heartless, when he tortured so many and killed
When he was caught and punished, dog lovers were thrilled
What he did still haunts me, they each suffered so much
There is no justice for these dogs, he has no heart or gentle touch
Note: If one can abuse an animal, They should be locked up, and
never be free. Animal abuse should be a felony and this might lower
this travesty.
If one can abuse an animal, they have no heart and should never be
trusted to have an animal again. Get enraged and stand up for these
these poor defenseless animals!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Fugitive From The Law
They caught him and they tried him,
then they found him guilty and sentenced him to prison.
He proclaimed he was innocent.
Then as they transported him to prison,
an accident occurred and he escaped.
Now he was a fugitive from the law.
He ran into the night,
trying to find some place to hide.
Doors slammed in his face,
with words “we don’t want you here.”
So into the darkness he ran.
Hiding in the shadows, a frightened man.
The countryside he chose,
hoping they wouldn’t find him there.
In the distance, he saw their lights,
sweeping from side to side.
Their dogs yelped as they caught his scent.
He could hear his heart,
pounding at his chest,
as he ran as fast as he could.
Then the dawn broke across the sky.
Like an angry knat,
the helicopter rose
from behind the hill.
His tired legs increased his stride,
as he ran towards the distant trees.
If he could reach them,
he might just have a chance.
As he got closer,
they emerged from within the trees.
His bid for freedom was over,
as quickly as it begun.
poem by David Harris
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By What Authority Saul's Plan For Damascus?
After arresting putting these people in prison;
Saul learned about their Christian friends
in Damascus by getting letters from prisoners?
What fate then did Saul desire for Christ's followers?
'I persecuted to the death the people who followed
this Way. I arrested men and women and threw
them into prison. The High Priest and the whole Council
can prove that I am telling the truth. I received
from them letters written to fellow Jews in Damascus,
so I went there to arrest these people and bring
them back in chains to Jerusalem to be punished.' Acts 22: 4-5.
Split imaging from the poem ‘Transformation Inquisition Saul Into Paul Of Tarsus'.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Going nowhere?
[In a run-down maze of slums with electrical wires and laundry tangled across Cairo's mustard sky, Umm Mohammed,55, put her hands to her face and fell silently to her knees when she heard the news. An Egyptian court sentenced ex-President Hosni Mubarak to life in prison for his complicity in the killing of about 850 protesters during last year's uprising. Once the equivalent of a modern-day pharaoh, the 84-year-old Mubarak is the first Arab ruler to be brought to court by his own people.]-Time
I adjust the sails of my soul-ship
Where that goes?
Push my boat the soft ripples
and I lost my oars?
So far the land not to be seen
And when the darkness gathered
I search the North Star
But all the stars hidden in the dark clouds
Though it's a nightmare
I know the fate of a Dictator should be likewise?
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Its Created Existence
How can anyone be judged and tried,
And sentenced for any wrong doing.
In places known to be delusional,
And fantasized.
Buildings have been erected,
Just to encase the creation of laws and reasons!
To satisfy a power base crushing from within.
How can anyone be judged and tried,
And sentenced for wrong doing.
How did that wrongdoing begin?
There is no escaping,
From its created existence.
Where would one go...
To seek a truth pursued?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Will Not Stop Fighting
Writers: leo sayer & frank farrell
Oh I can see the sadness in your eyes
You shouldnt ever have to cry
I will put you back on your feet again
If youll let me try
Oh I will not stop fighting for you
Until the day I die
Oh they know how to shatter your dreams
But this time theyve really gone to extremes
They just dont give a damn about you and me babe
But we will not stop fighting
Until they set us free
A change of heart
Leads to
A change of mind
We shouldnt be here wishing
For a change of time
I remember when we were just starting out
Your world was lonely needed mine
So I will not stop fighting for you
Until I run out of time
Oh and I want to stay this close to you
And I dont want to stop; no until you feel happy too
No one else will understand what were going through
But I will not stop fighting
Until you stop fighting too
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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South 23rd And Barrow
Yesterdays news still chills me to the bone!
A true story of murder here in 1984...
A convenience store clerk was bludgeoned to death
The monster was not caught for 15 years more;
His name is Clifford S. Wright...
Cold Case did a show about him
Sentenced to life-locked up in the Hughs Unit at Gatesville
Hope that this town doesn't have any more characters so grim! ;
But truth be known-they are everywhere...!
It is not just the psychopathy of the big city...
Little towns-all around-raise them...!
When caught they are tried and sentenced without pity! ;
This case really haunts me for some strange reason...
I am not sure of the reasons why...
I never knew him, thank God, or his victim Tracy
But when i read about this crime today, i cry! ;
Murder Scene: 1984
Star Stop Convenience Store
23rd and Barrow
Victim: Tracy Rene Benge Sewell
Murderer: Clifford Scott Wright (Psychopath)
Nothing was taken so it was not a robbery
And he did not know her and there was no
Sexual assault! So what was the motive?
Only he knows...
Another case solved by: Forensics***
Old evidence kept and retested....
Thank God For Forensics and DNA!
poem by Theodora Onken
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Deserve
They got money, they got sun
They look like theyre havin fun
Dont it seem its so unfair
They know something you dont know
Theyve got a better place to go
Theyre thin and rich and they dont care
We get the dreams that we deserve
The magazines that we deserve
Page one and three that we deserve
The joy and the pain that we deserve
The sun and the rain that we deserve
The material gain that we deserve
We get what we deserve
They got tension, they got stress
They got their lives in the press
The whole world stares as they undress
Sold their friends to get ahead
They do therapy instead
Theyve got demons in their bed
We get the toys that we deserve
The quiet and the noise that we deserve
The girls and the boys that we deserve
We get what we want if we really want it
We get what we want if were really honest
You know what you are
You know what you want
You know what you deserve
We get the seas that we deserve
The flowers and the trees that we deserve
The spores on the breeze that we deserve
We get what we want if we really want it
We get what we want if were really honest
You know what you are
You know what you want
You know what you deserve
You deserve
We get what we deserve
We deserve
song performed by by Marillion
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Regent's Court
Regent's court
Is the court were the police brings the criminals to be sentenced
Every singe day during the week
Some criminals caused serious offences in the city
That they need to be punished by the Regent's court
Also some of the Judges will be hard on the criminals
Because they need to pay for what they done to their victims
And the crown procecutor also works with the judges at Regent's court
But the criminals have their lawyers at the court that defends the Criminals because the criminals are their clients
When the day comes for the judges at the Regent's Court to deliver The sentence for each criminal every single day they will be there At The Regent's Court every single day giving the sentence to the criminals depending on what crime they commited like assault, Domestic violence, child abuse,
Drug trafficking, manslaughter, and murder
For first degree murder is 25 years and for the second degree murder is less
poem by Aldo Kraas
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An Ultimate Subpoena
A subpoena has been issued by the mighty judge.
Would you seek legal counsel for your case?
Apparently no counsel is available in this case.
In this court you alone must defend yourself?
No attorney anywhere has the power to subpoena you to this court.
No criminal defense lawyer anywhere has right to you defend?
No Government and Administrative Law to here with contend.
No Higher Court or Supreme Court to appeal to take your brief?
You have rendered unto Caesar what is Caesars.
Now it is time to render unto God what is Gods.
This is the Highest Court; in time all will face.
This is the scariest court; deciding eternal fate.
This one judgement; is binding for all eternity.
There will be no court of appeal; Jesus is ultimate judge.
I submit to you; that the milk of human kindness;
is a simple yet time tested; cosmic plan grand.
In the words of Fate Karma Kismet Destiny; or Hope Heavenly?
A creed of excellence; this is a real rewarding life philosophy.
Upon which to make a life time stand; as your indelible testimony.
Yet alas Jesus said; ‘I am the way and the truth and the light.
No one comes to the Father except through me.’ John 14: 6.
Accepting the blood
ransom sacrifice of Jesus
to cover all sin guilt
is the only pardon
permissible in this court
where all tried are guilty!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Shock To My System
So there I stood, square on my side of the great divide
A message came across a void
And for the first time in my life
Im awake, Im alive
I thought I was immune to this
til I felt the static charges in the air
I touch you, youre a live wire
Youre the raw fire burning in my heart
And it took me by surprise, thats no lie
You know you are, you are a sharp, shock to my system
A spark, a real shock
You know you are, you are a sharp, shock to my system
You start I cant stop
You taught me how to listen, shock to my system
My soul, my skin, you plug me in
And all of my pain is gone just like it never was
For the first time in my life I know what I feel
Now every time we touch Im caught off my guard
Thats no lie
You know you are, you are a sharp, shock to my system,
A spark, a real shock
You know you are, you are a sharp, shock to my system
You start I cant stop
You taught me how to listen shock to my system
Shock to my system
Shock to my system
You know you are, you are a sharp, shock to my system
You start I cant stop...
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Escape
When foxes eat the last gold grape,
And the last white antelope is killed,
I shall stop fighting and escape
Into a little house I'll build.
But first I'll shrink to fairy size,
With a whisper no one understands,
Making blind moons of all your eyes,
And muddy roads of all your hands.
And you may grope for me in vain
In hollows under the mangrove root,
Or where, in apple-scented rain,
The silver wasp-nests hang like fruit.
poem by Elinor Morton Wylie
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First To The Finish
Last to the kill,
First to the finish.
Fighting until
The thoughts diminish.
Eternity on,
They linger so.
Never withdrawn,
They won't ever go.
Many were fighting,
All but few fell.
Surrender inviting,
I kissed it farewell.
Silent but quick,
Most fell away.
None were violent,
They just went astray.
The longer the fight,
The more my heart raced.
For love or for fright,
The answer's misplaced.
Down to just us now,
Myself and my rival.
To live I now vow.
I will fight for survival.
He found me at night,
He caught me off guard.
Escape I might,
But I'm thinking too hard.
I, standing paralyzed,
He, at a sprint.
My murder authorized,
His eyes held a glint.
Next thing I know,
My face hits the ground.
I await the last blow,
As he loads his last round.
Accepting my fate,
I take a deep breath.
My heart grows in weight,
And explodes at my death.
Last to the kill,
First to the finish.
Fighting until
The thoughts diminish.
My thoughts are still here!
It's not over yet.
I turn and revere,
My almost-death threat.
Just moments later,
I'm safe in my bed.
I defeated the foe,
He was just in my head.
First to bed,
Last to arise.
Fighting until
I open my eyes.
poem by Brandon McConnell
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Leapin' Lizards or How to Get the Most Out Your Geico (so easy a caveman can do it)
Hans Kurt Kubus,58, had a 'thing' for lizards.
This German knows his insurance policies,
- and he is no Neanderthal man who likes gizzards.
Kubus, No, not the video game cubis, attached 44 lizards to his body,
He attempted to smuggle them out of New Zealand, Scott free.
Hans had the geckos and skinks within his underwear,
I don't why men put things in there underwear,
I cannot believe they don't care.
Hans did not attempt to light his britches on fire.
As the Muslim terrorist tried to do as he and others flew to Detroit,
The situation was, at the time, dire.
But Hans was caught, he was not as smart as a caveman,
A caveman in New Zealend.
Hans was arrested and sentenced to two weeks in prison and fined $3,450
-before he was deported back to Germany.
Hans Kurt Kubus might try an asp or viper next time around,
-he will probably take pass.
Hans Kurt Kubus is not as smart as New Zealand caveman, -he is a real dumb a$$.
1-31-10
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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The Kings
A man said unto his Angel:
"My spirits are fallen low,
And I cannot carry this battle:
O brother! where might I go?
"The terrible Kings are on me
With spears that are deadly bright;
Against me so from the cradle
Do fate and my fathers fight."
Then said to the man his Angel:
"Thou wavering, witless soul,
Back to the ranks! What matter
To win or to lose the whole,
"As judged by the little judges
Who hearken not well, nor see?
Not thus, by the outer issue,
The Wise shall interpret thee.
"Thy will is the sovereign measure
And only events of things:
The puniest heart, defying,
Were stronger than all these Kings.
"Though out of the past they gather,
Mind's Doubt, and Bodily Pain,
And pallid Thirst of the Spirit
That is kin to the other twain,
"And Grief, in a cloud of banners,
And ringletted Vain Desires,
And Vice, with the spoils upon him
Of thee and thy beaten sires, --
"While Kings of eternal evil
Yet darken the hills about,
Thy part is with broken sabre
To rise on the last redoubt;
"To fear not sensible failure,
Nor covet the game at all,
But fighting, fighting, fighting,
Die, driven against the wall."
poem by Louise Imogen Guiney
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No Exit
Journeying from the beginning
(of which there is no beginning) ,
travelling for millions of years
(which cannot be measured in millions or years) ,
I have come,
and go on.
No stopping.
Just the onward movement
into the illimitable.
For ever.
No need to blame the wicked,
their shadows are at their heels.
No need to fear for the good,
haloes of light enclose them in splendour.
No need to talk of escape.
Escape from this prison
is a doorway into the prison yard
and back again.
This prison is moving
and all-encompassing.
There is nothing outside it
to be escaped into.
There is no escape from.
There is only stopping.
Where there is stopping, how can there be movement?
If there is no movement, how could there be a prison?
poem by Brian Taylor
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Escape.... The.... Fate....
She ran ran as running was to escape
escape escape went through her mind
escape escape she beg she ran she screams through out her lungs
ESCAPE! ! ! ! she screamed she ran ran
She tries tries she begs begs to escape escape
she screams through out her lungs
She ran ran she beg beg she screamed ESCAPE! ! ! !
escape escape ran through her mind
mind all over her future future of
the fate fate she ran ran to escape escape
she beg beg she screams through out her lungs
ESCAPE THE FATE! ! ! !
she ran ran till theirs no tomorrow
until the end of her fate
she beg beg she tries tries to escape escape
she screams through out her lungs
ESCAPE THE FATE! ! ! !
The end The end approaches to her
as fate fate is left behind
she escapes escapes
the fate fate she screams
she screams through out her lungs
ESCAPE THE FATE! ! ! !
poem by Linda Anguiano
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To Fortune
Whilst I in prison or in court look down,
Nor beg thy favour nor deserve thy frown,
In vain malicious Fortune hast thou tried
By taking from my state to quell my pride:
Insulting girl, thy present rage abate,
And wouldst thou have my humbled, make me great.
poem by Matthew Prior
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