Twentysix Eleven 26/11
My speech dead in my throat.
My words are stagnant in my pen.
My thoughts frenzied, deranged.
I am afraid to recollect scenes.
As day goes by, they add on lies.
Khans, Mushreffs, n’ Sardari’s,
Ghillanies still blood thirsty,
mongering war for Vulture’s feast.
Still they live in an era of Ghori,
Attack all around as Gazni.
Spitting bullets on innocents,
Terror (jihad) in name of religion.
Bled we lie on an arrow bed.
Composed we fold our hands.
Sad smile on face is not cowardice.
It is divine glow of our courage.
Blood decked, turned bloody flowers.
Hibiscus blooms in every heart.
With blood stains, sunrise everyday,
until perpetrators are punished.
A nation of make believers,
loves to dance on holocaust.
Their leaders spit hate on freedom,
Wearing a turban of indecency
We just wish to say a prayer for all,
By lighting a candle in our heart.
My tears flow incessant until then,
those fallen flowers are consecrated
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poem by Satheesan Rangorath
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Blood on your hands sister
You said you loved him told him you cared
Promised him forever together
Instead you broke his heart into countless pieces
You drew tears of blood from the Prince of hearts
Hurt his pride with your insolent words
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands
I saw the pain in his eyes
I felt the bitter tears that he cried
Kicked a man when he was down
You left him a broken man
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands
From a loving giving sensitive Prince amongst men
You took your pleasure and stifled his laughter
You took your fill and threw him upon the scrapheap
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands
But his precious tears are wasted
Wasted on a dry barren heart like yours
For his heart is alive and flourishing
Whilst yours is dead and lifeless
He is the victor
Whilst you the loser
You may wash your hands of him
But the stains will never fade
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands
poem by Lilac Wine
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A Dead Heart
You chip away,
At my heart.
It breaks,
Into two.
I cry,
And just want to die.
I wipe my tears away,
And run away.
My broken heart,
The one you broke,
Is dead,
And so am I.
You have killed me,
With words so strong.
I became weak,
And lost my will to live.
You thought wrong of me,
Seeing my body lay still.
I get up,
And take you down.
I punch,
Looking for blood.
I kick,
Trying to make the kill.
I break an arm,
A leg,
And a hand.
Blood is pooling,
I get up,
Wipe the blood away on me,
And leave.
I look behind once,
And see your dead,
But you're actually dead,
Unlike me...
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Bloody Red Tears
Tears of blood
Oh, bloody red tears
They fall on my pillow
And it soaks in blood, red and liquefied
They fall to the floor bellow
And once dried...
It's covered in blood, brown and hardened
Oh, bloody red tears
They're the result of what no-one can mend
All my hurt that built up over the years
Bloody red tears
They're so beautiful to me
They quench my thirst nobody knows of or hears
Only one thirst could that be
The thirst to see blood and pain
Oh, it's so good to my eyes
But, my hurt, I also have a thirst to drain
All those lies!
They cause some of my bloody red tears
They cause my hardened heart, even when someone dies
Oh, bloddy red tears
They're so good to me
And have been all these years
poem by Amy Parkinson
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Path Of Glory
You squirt out red and turn so yellow
And then you made me kill my own
Im not afraid (coming)
But Im afraid
Blood in your eyes again
Bravery, the face of man
Blood on your mind again
Chivalry, the face of man
Blood in your lies again
Enemy, the face of man
Blood in your eyes, again, again, again
Is this the only path of glory?
If so then I wont go alone
Follow the trail (running)
Follow the trail
Blood in your eyes again
Bravery, the face of man
Blood on your mind again
Chivalry, the face of man
Blood in your lies again
Enemy, the face of man
Blood in your eyes, again, again, again
Again [several times]
Im not afraid, but Im afraid
Im not afraid, but Im afraid
song performed by by Faith No More
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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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Music and Lyrics
What is the music?
The music is blood
Flowing endlessly
The music is the blood
Pumping the air that I breathe
The music’s in my blood
Though no one can see
What is the lyric?
The lyric is the body
That moves to the beat
Made to make rhythums
And rock to the beat
The lyric is the body
That I move so skillfully
The lyric is my body
That no one can take from me
So I say
In praise to my glorious blood
And my temple of a body
Hail!
They are a nonstop stereo
To my nonstop rhythum and flow
You cannot move without joy
You cannot sing without love
Your heart will not pump
With hate at it's core
Your beat will not prosper
Without a proper score
So what to say to those whose hate?
Hate to dance? Hate to sing?
Hate to music? Hate to enjoy anything?
Hate me? Hate you?
Hate one? Hate two?
Hate color? Hate skin?
Hate women? Hate men?
We shall say dance
For that is what we do
We shall say make music
It is the only cure
So, don't hate my music
Don't hate my dance
It flows like a river
It rings inside your head
It shines like a light
It rings like a bell
It opens the gates of heaven
And closes the gates of hell
Sing and dance with all your might
Sing and dance with an adversaries knife
For you stand victorious
In rhythum and heart
For you stand victorious
And music is in your heart!
poem by Ashley Storey
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Blood
there is blood on my hands;
and they won't come clean
alone and weary I'm just so tired
of nobody knowing what I mean
I kneel down
Look into the eyes of Death
As it so simply lays there still
Within a sanguine puddle upon the ground.
Something here is not right
indeed all is quite wrong
This dark day has lingered on
Far too long.
When death's deed
Was done
The moon out shone
The sinking sun,
While blood dripped from the bullets
Outside of the gun.
A human heart had withdrawn
From it's beats
As the guiding angels
Quietly just took their seats
For what more could be said?
Jesus did not show this time,
To raise the dead.
Mary and Martha
Won't stop their crying,
Long after the paramedics
Stop their trying.
My mind won't believe
My eyes refuse to see
The senseless finality
Of this lowly evil deed.
The divine image bearer
Still as stone
Is left to lay there
Dead, upon the cold hard ground.
I walk lonely
In the night's weeping rain,
Wondering if any words can hold me together
and quiet the endless pain
Or, will it all come apart
With the great weight of this
One more broken and falling feather.
With drops like blood dripping down my face
I stand out here alone in the dark and pray
With words
I don't even know how to say,
Realizing more than ever
What a mere mortal man I am,
A stranger here.
Passing through such unfamiliar land;
We all march
In the earth's threnody,
Changing so as we go
Becoming all things new, while travelling into eternity.
Though we die, still we fly,
Hope does live Love does win
New life awaits for all
Even now, even then.
Though now the sadness of life remains,
The realization, before it's all through
We will hurt again.
And so often still do.
Here, the killer and the killed
Share in this pain,
For both must wear the long heavy chain
Of who is to blame;
Bloody chains
Leaving such bloody stains,
On more than just me
On more than just he.
Life is madly marked by plangent pauses
And consuming concerns,
We can only hope the reason and the cause is
For a life far greater to find and to learn.
There is a power in ancient Blood spilt for the ages,
And it is what it takes
To find the freedom of forgiveness.
For that freedom is precisely what it creates.
This power of blood is all around,
Death to be taken, Life to be found;
So man with mercy may show compassion to man.
And God smiling, blesses and understands.
We all are invited to live free,
Remembering,
There is always a dropp of holy, forgiving blood
In every tender tear
That each one of us does cry.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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Only The Crippled
only the crippled go to war...
the bird afraid of the sky
tears flesh with his beak.
the moral ones wearing
clothes of black and white,
whose religion is their ego,
whose god made of stone.
hands made of me and mine,
feet whose eyes gone blind...
to the drumbeat of take and destroy,
terrified of what lies within.
but freedom never fired a gun,
and justice never waived a flag.
peace never won by blood and bodies,
and the spirit has no religion!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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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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Blood Flow
Brother brawl brother
Blood flow
Sister sinister sister
Blood flow
Pals plan pals
Blood flow
Sect set sect
Blood flow
Nation nag nation
Blood flow
Blood shed each day
Outstream water of pacific ocean
poem by Alade Abayomi IdrisWhite
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Red With Native Blood
Give them back their bloody land,
red with native blood.
We have soiled it so, with our hands,
red with native blood.
The earth was stained, when we first came,
red with native blood.
We stole their domain, with a barbaric claim:
that we were civilised and they were not,
that they were the savages and we were not,
when we ravaged the land that began to clot,
red with native blood.
Not content with genocide
we interned them in reserves.
To break their culture
and tribal ways;
in stealing children
the state was brave,
to turn their women
into household slaves,
and hope their men would die,
unmourned, in lonely graves;
a problem to us no more.
Give them back their bloody land,
red with native blood.
Acknowledge their just demands,
wash the stains from our hands,
give them back their bloody land,
red with native blood.
poem by David SmithWhite
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The Funeral Of Hearts
Loves the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the sun
Shining upon
The tomb of your hopes and dreams so frail
He was the moon
Painting you
With its glow so vulnerable and pale
Loves the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
She was the wind, carrying in
All the troubles and fears here for years tried to forget
He was the fire, restless and wild
And you were like a moth to that flame
The heretic seal beyond divine
Pray to God whos deaf and blind
The last nights the souls on fire
Three little words and a question why
Loves the funeral of hearts
And an ode for cruelty
When angels cry blood
On flowers of evil in bloom
The funeral of hearts
And a plea for mercy
When love is a gun
Separating me from you
song performed by by H.i.m. (his Infernal Majesty)
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Ronnie
Stories taught
Quiet town
Small time for big time crowd
Never talks
Never plays
Different path
Lost his way
The streets are red
Red I'm afraid
There's no confetti
No parade
Nothing happens in this boring place
But oh my god how it all did change
And they all pray
Blood stain wash away
He said
"Lost my way
This bloody day
Lost my way"
I heard it
He said
"Lost my way
This bloddy day
Lost my way"
Oh please wash away
But blood stains the sun red today
I always said
Something wrong
Little strange
Ronnie Long
Never laugh
Never smile
Talked alone for miles and miles and miles
Yellow comes
Sun I say
Keep your smile and laugh all day
He falls again in this foreign place
For little boys how they soon chase
And they all pray
Blood stain wash away
He said
"Lost my way
This bloody day
Lost my way"
I heard it
He said
"Lost my way
This bloddy day
Lost my way"
Oh please wash away
But blood stains the sun red today
Yeah
song performed by by Metallica from Load
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Paschendale
In a foreign field he lay
lonely soldier unknown grave
on his dying words he prays
tell the world of Paschendale
Relive all that he's been through
last communion of his soul
rust your bullets with his tears
let me tell you 'bout his years
Laying low in a blood filled trench
killing time 'til my very own death
on my face I can feel the falling rain
never see my friends again
in the smoke, in the mud and lead
smell of fear and feeling of dread
soon be time to go over the wall
rapid fire and the end of us all
Whistles, shouts and more gun fire
lifeless bodies hang on barbwire
battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb
be reunited with my dead friends soon
many soldiers eighteen years
drown in mud, no more tears
surely a war no one can win
killing time about to begin
Home, far away. From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away. But the war, no chance to live again
The bodies of ours and our foes
the sea of death it overflows
in no man's land God only knows
into jaws of death we go...
Crucified as if on a cross
allied troops, they mourn their loss
German war propaganda machine
such before has never been seen
swear I heard the angels cry
pray to God no more may die
so that people know the truth
tell the tale of Paschendale
Cruelty has a human heart
everyman does play his part
terror of the men we kill
the human heart is hungry still
I stand my ground for the very last time
gun is ready as I stand in line
nervous wait for the whistle to blow
rush of blood and over we go...
Blood is falling like the rain
its crimson cloak unveils again
the sound of guns can't hide their shame
and so we die in Paschendale
Dodging shrapnel and barbwire
running straight at cannon fire
running blind as I hold my breath
say a prayer symphony of death
as we charge the enemy lines
a burst of fire and we go down
I choke a cry but no one hears
feel the blood go down my throat
Home, far away. From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away. But the war, no chance to live again
Home, far away. From the war, a chance to live again
Home, far away. But the war, no chance to live again
See my spirit on the wind
across the lines beyond the hill
friend and foe will meet again
those who died at Paschendale
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Peace Frog
Theres blood in the streets, its up to my ankles
She came
Theres blood on the streets, its up to my knee
She came
Blood on the streets in the town of chicago
She came
Blood on the rise, its following me
Think about the break of day
She came and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
She came
Blood in the streets runs a river of sadness
She came
Blood in the streets its up to my thigh
She came
Yeah the river runs down the legs of the city
She came
The women are crying red rivers of weepin
She came into town and then she drove away
Sunlight in her hair
Indians scattered on dawns highway bleeding
Ghosts crowd the young childs fragile eggshell mind
Blood in the streets in the town of new haven
Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of venice
Blood in my love in the terrible summer
Bloody red sun of phantastic l.a.
Blood streams her brain as they chop off her fingers
Blood will be born in the birth of a nation
Blood is the rose of mysterious union
Theres blood in the streets, its up to my ankles
Blood in the streets, its up to my knee
Blood in the streets in the town of chicago
Blood on the rise, its following me
song performed by by Doors
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Blood-Thirst
Not many people enter the contentment,
A reader of stories creates a dismal fact
Because he or she desires the bringing of facts.
In the broad bold night of the days we extend
Is a party of vampires and their victims;
Empower them to express their blood-thirst
So their realities are recognised and met
By the blood of our fathers,
The blood of our victims.
Find and seek the whole book created by us,
We freely ingest the liquid of love and hate,
The blood of blue and red,
Our blue blood is red, our blood is bled
Like a bloody liquid of the night.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Montsgur
I stand alone in this desolate space
In death they are truly alive
Massacred innocence, evil took place
The angels were burning inside
Centuries later I wonder why
What secret that they took to their grave
Still burning heretics under our skies
Religion's still burning inside
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
As we kill them all so god will know his own
The innocents died for the pope on his throne
Catholic greed and its paranoid zeal
Curse of the grail and the blood of the cross
Templar believers with blood on their hands
Joined in the choruse to kill on demand
Burned at the stake for their soul's liberty
To stand with the cathars to die and be free
The book of old testament crippled and black
Satan his weapon is lust
Living this evil damnation of flesh
Back to the torture of life
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
As we kill them all so god know his own
Laugh at the darkness and in god we trust
The eye of the triangle smiling with sin
No passover feast for the cursed within
Facing the sun as they went to their grave
Burn like a dog or you live like a slave
Death is the price for your soul's liberty
To stand with the cathars and to die and be free
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
At the gates and the walls of Montsgur
Blood on the stones of the citadel
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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I'm Explaining a Few Things
You are going to ask: and where are the lilacs?
and the poppy-petalled metaphysics?
and the rain repeatedly spattering
its words and drilling them full
of apertures and birds?
I'll tell you all the news.
I lived in a suburb,
a suburb of Madrid, with bells,
and clocks, and trees.
From there you could look out
over Castille's dry face:
a leather ocean.
My house was called
the house of flowers, because in every cranny
geraniums burst: it was
a good-looking house
with its dogs and children.
Remember, Raul?
Eh, Rafel? Federico, do you remember
from under the ground
my balconies on which
the light of June drowned flowers in your mouth?
Brother, my brother!
Everything
loud with big voices, the salt of merchandises,
pile-ups of palpitating bread,
the stalls of my suburb of Arguelles with its statue
like a drained inkwell in a swirl of hake:
oil flowed into spoons,
a deep baying
of feet and hands swelled in the streets,
metres, litres, the sharp
measure of life,
stacked-up fish,
the texture of roofs with a cold sun in which
the weather vane falters,
the fine, frenzied ivory of potatoes,
wave on wave of tomatoes rolling down the sea.
And one morning all that was burning,
one morning the bonfires
leapt out of the earth
devouring human beings --
and from then on fire,
gunpowder from then on,
and from then on blood.
Bandits with planes and Moors,
bandits with finger-rings and duchesses,
bandits with black friars spattering blessings
came through the sky to kill children
and the blood of children ran through the streets
without fuss, like children's blood.
Jackals that the jackals would despise,
stones that the dry thistle would bite on and spit out,
vipers that the vipers would abominate!
Face to face with you I have seen the blood
of Spain tower like a tide
to drown you in one wave
of pride and knives!
Treacherous
generals:
see my dead house,
look at broken Spain :
from every house burning metal flows
instead of flowers,
from every socket of Spain
Spain emerges
and from every dead child a rifle with eyes,
and from every crime bullets are born
which will one day find
the bull's eye of your hearts.
And you'll ask: why doesn't his poetry
speak of dreams and leaves
and the great volcanoes of his native land?
Come and see the blood in the streets.
Come and see
The blood in the streets.
Come and see the blood
In the streets!
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Christianus
How did thy human hand paint me better than God's love did give?
In brush strokes obscure and despondent colors mine soul does live
Thou art a God with human hand which create my heart's thorns crown
And in thy sorrows for my life sorrow we pensively brood we search down
Deep in the kingdom of God which no man rule but our soul, our will's king
We hear not just our own sorrow cry, but the angels of sorrow melancholy sing
Let the blood flow down thy face and the aureole of love's light seep in
Look at thy face and let thy soul purge, life's vain hope thy life's mortal sin.
Rome's power, Jewish law, I wear it scarlet in my sorrowful raiment; Rome's mocking cloak
The blood of the God's lamb and the blood of the earth's meek sweetly soak
My heart, my manhood, the imperfect man and all his sin did not know
That the love I give, the love I live, is the love I forever show
In this painting of God's man hands and despondent souls who despair in glow…
Touch my face and let tears flow into my heart, forever I live and forever I love, thine sorrow grow.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Love Blood Tear Heart
LOVE
I love you
I believe you
you made my heart beat
I can't believe it
I'm in love
when I see you
my face turns red
my voice shakes
what can i do?
BLOOD
I can't believe
all was false
you wasn't the truth
I'm heartbroken
my heart is bloody now
somebody help me
let my heart stop
that still beat for him
blood blood
my heart is bleeding
TEAR
what is this warm thing
that flows on my face
Is it the blood?
that overflowed from my heart?
It is tear
no, it is just a salty water]
I can't be crying
I tear my heart
so that it won't beat anymore
It hurts...
not the pain that heart is torn
but the pain i'm betrayed by you
the pain we can't love anymore
HEART
my heart will never beat
my heart will stay cold
and nobody will find me
don't expect me to love you again
I'm not fool anymore
my heart has stopped
my heart has torn
In future i will be able to say to you
'you're just somebody, i forgot you'
LOVE
BLOOD-
TEAR
HEART