Waltz For Eva And Che (feat. Antonio Banderas)
Che:)
Tell me before I waltz out of your life
Before turning my back on the past
Forgive my impertinent behavior
But how long do you think this pantomime can last?
Tell me before I ride off in the sunset
There's one thing I never got clear
How can you claim you're our savior
When those who oppose you are stepped on,
Or cut up, or simply disappear?
(Eva:)
Tell me before you get onto your bus
Before joining the forgotten brigade
How can one person like me, say,
Alter the time-honored way the game is played?
Tell me before you get onto your high horse
Just what you expect me to do
I don't care what the bourgeoisie say
I'm not in business for them
But to give all my descamisados
A magical moment or two
(Che and Eva:)
There is evil, ever around
Fundamental system of government
Quite incidental
(Eva:)
So what are my chances of honest advances?
I'd say low
Better to win by admitting my sin
Than to lose with a halo
(Che:)
Tell me before I seek worthier pastures
And thereby restore self-esteem
How can you be so short-sighted
To look never further than this week or next week
To have no impossible dream?
(Eva:)
Allow me to help you slink off to the sidelines
And mark your adieu with three cheers
But first tell me who'd be delighted
If I said I'd take on the world's greatest problems
From war to pollution, no hope of solution
Even if I lived for one hundred years
(Che and Eva:)
There is evil, ever around
Fundamental system of government
Quite incidental
(Eva:)
So go, if you're able, to somewhere unstable
And stay there
Whip up your hate in some tottering state
But not here, dear
Is that clear, dear?
Oh what I'd give for a hundred years
But the physical interferes
Every day more, O my Creator
What is the good of the strongest heart
In a body that's falling apart?
A serious flaw, I hope You know that
song performed by by Madonna
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Waltz For Eva & Che
(che:)
Tell me before I waltz out of your life
Before turning my back on the past
Forgive my impertinent behavior
But how long do you think this pantomime can last?
Tell me before I ride off in the sunset
Theres one thing I never got clear
How can you claim youre our savior
When those who oppose you are stepped on,
Or cut up, or simply disappear?
(eva:)
Tell me before you get onto your bus
Before joining the forgotten brigade
How can one person like me, say,
Alter the time-honored way the game is played?
Tell me before you get onto your high horse
Just what you expect me to do
I dont care what the bourgeoisie say
Im not in business for them
But to give all my descamisados
A magical moment or two
(che and eva:)
There is evil, ever around
Fundamental system of government
Quite incidental
(eva:)
So what are my chances of honest advances?
Id say low
Better to win by admitting my sin
Than to lose with a halo
(che:)
Tell me before I seek worthier pastures
And thereby restore self-esteem
How can you be so short-sighted
To look never further than this week or next week
To have no impossible dream?
(eva:)
Allow me to help you slink off to the sidelines
And mark your adieu with three cheers
But first tell me whod be delighted
If I said Id take on the worlds greatest problems
From war to pollution, no hope of solution
Even if I lived for one hundred years
(che and eva:)
There is evil, ever around
Fundamental system of government
Quite incidental
(eva:)
So go, if youre able, to somewhere unstable
And stay there
Whip up your hate in some tottering state
But not here, dear
Is that clear, dear?
Oh what Id give for a hundred years
But the physical interferes
Every day more, o my creator
What is the good of the strongest heart
In a body thats falling apart?
A serious flaw, I hope you know that
song performed by by Madonna
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Waltz For Eva And Che
Che: Tell me before I waltz out of your life
Before turning my back on the past
Forgive my impertinent behavior
But how long do you think this pantomime can last
Tell me before I ride off in the sunset
There's one thing I never got clear
How can you claim your our savior
When those who oppose you are stepped on or cut up
Or simply disappear
Eva: Tell me before you get onto your bus
Before joining the forgotten brigade
How can one person like me say
Alter the time honored way the game is played
Tell me before you get onto your high horse
Just what you expect me to do
I don't care what the borguoisie say
I'm not in buisness for them but to give all my descamisados
A magical moment or two
Eva and Che: There is evil ever around
Fundamental system of government quite incidental
Eva: So what are my chances of honest advances
I'd say lo better to win by admitting my sin than to lose with the halo
Che: Tell me before I seek worthier pastures
And thereby restore self esteem
How can you be so short sighted
To look never further than this week or next week
To have no impossible dream
Eva: Allow me to help you slink of to the sidelines
And mark your adeiu with three cheers
But first tell me who'd be delighted
If I said I'd take on the world's greatest problems
From war to polution no hope of solution
Even if I live for 100 years
Eva and Che: There is evil ever around
Fundamental system of government
Quite incidental
Eva: So go if you're able to somewhere unstable and stay there
Whip up your hate in some tottering state
But not here dear
Is that clear dear
Oh what I'd give for a hundred years
But the physical interferes
Everyday more oh my Creator
What is the good of the strongest heart
In a body that's falling apart
A serious flaw I hope you know that
song performed by by Madonna from Evita Soundtrack (Part 2)
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Fundamental Humans
Fundamental Christianity
Fundamental Islam
Fundamental Judaism
Fundamental Buddhism
Fundamental?
What happened to fundamental humans?
Why so many God brokers?
Have humans forgotten how to speak directly to God?
Jihad?
Crusade?
Inquisition?
Forced missionary conversion?
Dogma?
Why have so many innocent people died in the name of God?
Fundamental religion has robbed fundamental humans,
of their sovereignty, freedom and connection to God.
An age nears;
When people awaken to inner truth
Establish a personal relationship with Creator
Restore balance within themselves
Restore balance to Mother Earth
Establish a lasting peace
Indigenous people around the world have been right all along;
“We’re all One”
poem by Ray Lucero
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Keeping Hope Alive!
A person without hope is inwardly dead,
keeping hope alive.
There's nothing,
nothing,
that anyone has ever done
without the power of hope.
Hope is always about
a desire for something
you don't have.
If you can't imagine it,
you don't hope for it.
Hope is that thing
that keeps us going
and keeps us believing
in our potentiality
when you loose hope,
you get depressed, and when you lose
enough hope,
you die.
Hope beyond hope.
A hope that can keep you going
when you can't find a reason.
Hope is a state of heart that
always keeps you positive.
When we are without hope,
I think we erect a wall
around ourselves.
The economy is limping,
benefits are at risk,
the national mood is bleak,
collective depression,
egoism,
greed
and self-righteousness.
The future isn't bright,
and the solution isn't visible.
Hope has diminished,
especially around business people.
They are angry and frustrated.
There's a lack of confidence
in what can be done,
there's a sense of loss
of social justice,
and this goes deep
into the soul of America.
The government has not justified
in the public's eyes,
the need to reform system
and how far this reform goes.
American people pride themselves
on integrity and fairness.
Create Hope.
Let's Keep Hope Alive!
poem by BuuVan A.J. Rasih
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My buddies (a reply to Boris Slutsky)
All young white men at a time
was forced into the military, into war
or had to serve a three year jail term
and most of my buddies came home,
but some did not:
Parachuting into a enemy camp
there was one close friend that died,
the other three I hardly knew
and to the government it was
an incidental small thing against
seven hundred and fifty
enemy SWAPO and Cuban casualties
and on one patrol one close buddy
stepped on a landmine
were blown up and no one else was hurt,
and to the government it was
an incidental small thing against
the enemy that had lost
little lest than a full platoon.
In Angola when we met enemy armour,
turned FAPLA / Cuban divisions
under Soviet leadership into junk
I saw a Ratel armoured car
that was trapped in a landmine field
that had been shot out
with the holes
were enemy tank projectiles went in
and every one inside was burnt, incinerated
if not blown to bits, turned into ash
and it had been only one of eleven
armoured cars
and troop carriers that was lost
some of only thirty-one soldiers dead
but there was pain that flashed through me
when I saw it
and to the government it was
an incidental small thing against
four thousand seven hundred and eighty five killed
on the Cuban/FAPLAN side,94 tanks
and hundreds of enemy combat vehicles destroyed
and now no one thinks
of the sacrifice that all of these soldiers made,
of the hundreds of thousands
of returning citizen force soldiers
who were nuts, bomb happy
with post traumatic stress syndrome
or whatever you want to call it
as to the government it is
an incidental small thing,
that happened in a distant past
as if the ex-soldiers are non-existing,
even seen as apartheid criminals by some.
[References: Buddies here used as name used in the South African Defence Force for comrades. Ex-soldiers here used instead of war veterans, as in African circles the word war veterans has got a new derogatory meaning connected to it. My Comrades by Boris Slutsky.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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I see all this and know that if we are to save the Jewish state and its three-and-a-half million Jews from terrible horrors, we must rise up and demand a fundamental change in the very system of government.
quote by Meir Kahane
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Were There Hope
I was never in a league of noble gentlemen
To whom she'd cast polite and flitting smiles,
Only distant hope and dying dreams for me!
Or perhaps descent into a game of wiles
To give a chance of sipping wine on heady nights
With her angelic presence to declare;
Above, an aura playing out hypnotic hues,
And I in awe of blonde cascades of hair.
But no! my tiring soul is sinking in a mire
To haunt me for an age and evermore, for
How could I expect to hold her silken hand
When I am but a soulless ghost of yore?
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Hope, hope?
Hope?
Never
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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There Is No Such A Thing As A Truly Evil Person
There is no such a thing as a truly evil person though some in their life's journey have gone wrong
The worst of criminals do have some good in them not everyone can be mentally pure and mentally strong
Some morally damaged from their tough upbringing life's circumstance condemns them to a life of crime
They spent their teenage years on poverty street homeless and behind prison bars they spend their prime,
Not everyone are born to good parents in life they never did have a fair chance
Inlucky enough never to have a fair go the victims of the cruelest circumstance
'Tis easy for some for to be judgemental some seem to enjoy putting others down
But these people can count themselves lucky that they were not born on the poor side of the town
Where it is near impossible to become a success and where the majority are destined for to lose
Reminds me of a Native American saying never judge one until you walk in their shoes
'Tis easy so easy to call one evil as words are so easy to say
But hear no evil speak no evil a saying I recall from a very long bygone day
There is no such a thing as a truly evil person all children they are born free of sin
But human life is not unlike a horse race many must lose for one to have a win.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Sleeping on Horseback
We had rode long and were still far from the inn;
My eyes grew dim; for a moment I fell asleep.
Under my right arm the whip still dangled;
In my left hand the reins for an instant slackened.
Suddenly I woke and turned to question my groom:
'We have gone a hundred paces since you fell asleep.'
Body and spirit for a while had exchanged place;
Swift and slow had turned to their contraries.
For these few steps that my horse had carried me
Had taken in my dream countless aeons of time!
True indeed is that saying of Wise Men
'A hundred years are but a moment of sleep.'
Whether we look at capitalism, taxes, business, or government, the data show a clear and consistent pattern: 70 percent of Americans support the free enterprise system and are unsupportive of big government.
quote by Arthur C. Brooks
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One Hundred Years From Now
One hundred years from now when I am long gone
And there is not one mention of my name
Life it will carry on as it has always
And people will enjoy their weekend game
Of golf or tennis, bowls, football or cricket
Or whatever work free leisure they enjoy
And birds will sing on bush and tree and hedgerow
And lark to sing up to the clouds will fly.
One hundred years from now when I'm forgotten
The migratory waders will fly to the Northern Spring
And raise their families by the Artic waters
The call of Nature is a marvellous thing.
One hundred years from now the crimson lory
Will lay her eggs in cavity in tree
And little blue penguins will nest in their burrows
On grassy heights above the southern sea.
One hundred years from now there will be roses
And wildflowers in the Spring will come to bloom
And despite the high increase in the human population
For Nature's beauty there will still be room.
One hundred years from now you'll have the rich and famous
And the forgotten millions living in poverty
And there will be wars and rumours of destruction
And things won't have changed much in a century.
poem by Francis Duggan
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And I Hope That He Loves You (a song)
well I hope that he loves you like a blazing fire
and I hope that he lets you have all that you need and more
I really hope that he gives you the key to his heart
and just maybe he'll give you the key to his door
so you can sneak in at one in the morning
and kiss him like you know you've always wanted to
neither of you care about the girl he gave up for you
you're both just so glad that he told her 'adieu'
well I hope that he loves you softer than the bedsheets in your room
and I hope that you tell him stories about your past
I really hope that he holds you and says 'goodnight' so quietly
it makes you realize that the love will last
and when you wake up he'll still be there lying next to you
and he'll give you that enchanting smile
and you'll tell him how glad you are that you met him
and he'll tell you how much he loves your romantic style
well I hope he practices his grin for you
and I hope he's gone with the wind for you
I really hope he's willing to sin for you
because I know he'll let you touch his skin for you
because he's gone with the wind for you
and I hope that he loves you more than life itself
and I hope that you make him feel good about himself
I hope you wonder where I sleep at night
I hope you wonder if I'm alright
I hope you wonder if you made a mistake
I hope you know that you made a heart break...
for the first time, for the first time
well thanks to you it's the last time, it's the last time
I'm never going to love again
because of you, and the things you said back then
cause that was the last time, cause you didn't come through
and I hope that he loves you
poem by Jade Leven
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Fallen Angel's Song
I once had wings to fly
but now on the cold black ground I do cry
no comfort, no joy
feels like I'm the Devil's new toy
why did I believe his lies? Let him convince me to turn my back to my Father
O Dear Creator hear my plea, please hear my holler!
I am so very sorry
please won't you forgive me?
look at me crying here
how I long for you to be near
O Father can't you hear me?
how I am so sorry?
I know you'll never let me come back home
but Father please show me you haven't left me all alone
Father, oh Creator do you still care?
though I am here and you are there?
Father do you hate me?
O I have failed you, give me my deserved misery
Father I hope one day
that you might look my way
at your fallen angel here
hoping against the knowledge that it will never be that my way you should peer
O Father please forgive me
poem by Carla Kitts
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Once In A Lifetime
"I know I'm a down and out, wet and freezing cold,
but what do you want from one who feels so old.
Go away, leave me alone, so I can get some sleep
and maybe with luck God will my soul keep.
What do you want? I've got nothing at all for you,
even my aching body is aged and worthless too.
Maybe you're a Samaritan here to do me a good turn?
Oh go away, I'm too old to change or learn."
"What would you say if I could make you well again,
give you a younger body free from pain? "
"Do you think I'm mad or are you completely insane,
who do you think you are to make such a claim? "
"I am not an empty vessel; I only say what I can do,
and I will help you, but you have to help me too.
Ah, I see you're thinking… well, what do you say old man?
No one else can offer this, there's only me that can?
If you turn me down you'll be dead in a very short time;
what've you to lose, why should you decline? "
"And I suppose all you want is my God given soul,
my only possession that's undamaged and whole.
Throughout my entire life, it's been of no use to me,
and yet you want it, in exchange for my misery."
"How did you happen to know it was your soul I desired,
do you believe the stories that I'm by evil inspired?
You people have been grossly misinformed about me,
if I was really evil would I set your pain free,
give you a new life, guaranteed for three more years,
why, such a deal would reduce any man to tears.
Come on old man, before it's too late, what do you say,
are we going to make a deal before you slip away?
Your soul is worthless to you when you're dead and gone,
this is your last chance to live a new life from now on."
"If we can agree to five years instead of three for my soul,
what will happen to me when I've paid my toll?
Will my soul burn forever in that place they call hell,
be tormented and tortured, like I've heard tell? "
You don't want to listen to malicious fairy tales and lies,
which are used to frighten children and the unwise.
As a collector of souls I've been stigmatised by what I do
by the so called honest and religious amongst you.
The truth is hell doesn't really exist, so no one goes there,
and all the other stuff is just a religious scare.
So, with the souls I gather I simply unite them together
so that as soul mates they can remain forever.
"Is it true that we have to have a contract signed in blood,
with everything agreed and understood? "
"This too is superstitious nonsense and it gets under my skin,
but if that's what you want, it's a good way to begin.
"In this modern age a teardropp to seal the contract will do,
and from this day all I promised will be granted to you.
And in four years from now your soul will become mine,
so make the most of your life, and have a good time."
The following four years passed by as though one day
and the payment of a soul is due without delay.
"Hello my friend, you look exceptionally well and healthy,
your four years has not been a waste of time I see."
"I've had an excellent time and I want to thank you a lot,
but is it possible to postpone the contract we've got? "
"How dare you have the audacity to take me as a fool,
do you honestly think I'll break a fundamental rule?
Now listen old man, a deal is a deal and that's a fact,
and its all been signed for in our contract.
Now give me a sealing teardropp from your eye,
and then we can say our last goodbye."
"I'm sorry, it's not medically possible I have dry eyes,
and operations have in vain been tried."
"This is no use to me! I've said it before, a deal is a deal
you'll have to sign it off using blood as the seal! "
"I won't sign in blood, things are different in my life,
I have responsibilities, including a new wife."
"But all these things were made possible because of me,
you owe me your soul and that's how it will be!
Okay, okay… I accept that I cannot have it this day,
but the moment you die you will definitely pay,
and don't go away thinking that you have outwitted me,
your soul will soon be mine, you are not accident free."
poem by Orlando Belo
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Hour Glass
I sit and stare
Watching as every grain falls away
I sit and stare
Asking what's there to life with every falling grain
I sit and stare
Asking what secrets lie within these sands of time
I sit, but this time I wonder
if the next falling grain brings hope to life
Clock's ticking, I sit back to relax
Sands falling, I clear my mind to hear my heart
Every minute passes me by, it's a moment to ponder
Reflections on my actions, the consequences that will seek to haunt me
But what good is this if I sit here another day
Ephemera it may be but life wasted if I regret my steps
watching as life ticks and trickles away from the grasp of man
I wish to see another day
So I sit and ask
if the next falling grain brings hope to life
I take a moment to sigh, so let my breath whisper my weakness
Tired from the daily routine of life
A hopeless endeavor lived for self
Ambition they say but what good is it if led by greed
if primary becomes secondary and secondary becomes primary
roofing replaces foundation and pillars become ruins
because surely chaos will pay you a visit
hence I know not a building of such design that stands the test of life
so I'll sit and ask
if the next falling grain brings hope to life
I'v been sitting in this chair for far too long
Least to say, my mind feels a little bit too far gone
Seeking for answers before the end of time
For when time ends judgment awaits
Will memories be our tombstones or will they be our well built thrones we'll one day sit on
Seek ye first what lies in the kingdom above
Let the gifts be secondary , let foundation be the basis
So u may sit and know
That the next falling grain brings hope to life
poem by Sir T.A.E.P.S
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I'm Tired Of It All
I am tired of it all
I am tired of today
I am tired of the summer heat-
I am tired of all the years of trying to be something
And still being nothing and no one
I am tired of myself and my ambition
I am tired of reading the great poems of others
I am tired of Poetry
I am tired of being old
I am tired of no longer having the means to help those I care for-
I am tired of having written for so many years
And having so little to show for it-
I am tired of being an old man getting older -
I am tired of being afraid of what is going to happen to me
And those close to me
I am tired of having so many sick friends-
I am tired of having more and more people I have known who are dead
I am tired of a world in which violence and stupidity play such a great part
I am tired of all the problems that should have been solved years ago
And yet persist-
I am tired of cruelty
I am tired of rudeness and petty selfishness
I am tired of seeing the evil get away with it
I am tired truly tired
Tired of being tired also
Tired of myself and my complaints-
And my failure all these years
To make things right-
And yet and yet with all the tiredness
I know there is so much else even in myself-
I still want to live and dream and hope and help those I love
I still want to write still a few lines of poetry
that will be read by others
And help them
Dream to begin again
I still want to give to those I love
The little I still have to give
I still want to live
For life itself is life itself is still good
Despite the tiredness.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Period In Your Long Sentence
there comes a point in your life
when you simply do not care
you give love and yet you still do not care
if they give you the same love in return
they give you pain and still you do not care
you have no pain to give them you have actually
nothing at that point in your life when
pain and love too become nothing at all
equate that with that point of no return when
you do not look back not even afraid that something
may turn into salt or stone you simply do not care
because there is nothing to really care because
you are nearing the endpoint of your existence and your
mind and heart are focused on that something
that you do not know but hundred percent sure that it
is something that you cannot exchange with what passed
between the grip of your hands between the hold of your
fingers: nothing snaps, something completes itself
you are full and you long for nothing anymore
'it is there! it is there! ' that is the only
proclamation. The past fades. The present shrinks.
The world becomes a period in your long sentence.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Hundred Years From Now
(Marty Stuart)
When you left I nearly lost my mind
And I tried to drown my sorrow
Every night in warm, red wine
My old heart's broke to pieces
But I'll get by somehow
Cause I won't care, Lord, a hundred years from now
From the top of this old world
To the bottom of the glass
I've thrown away my future
By drownin' out the past
When you walked out the door
Girl, you broke every vow
But I won't care a hundred years from now...
Tonight I'm hurtin'
In an old familiar way
Lord, I've got lots of reasons
Why I come here every day
Lord, I'm tired of lovin' lonesome
That's how old Travis feels right now
But I won't care a hundred years from now...
From the top of this old world
To the bottom of the glass
I've thrown away my future
By drownin' out the past
When you walked out the door
Girl, you broke every vow
But I won't care a hundred years from now...
Lord, I won't care a hundred years from now...
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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Jesus Christ Is Lord And Savior
Dear friend, Jesus Christ is our Lord and Savior,
And indeed my friend, He is both man and God.
The cross for Him was simply just one endeavor,
And now Christ is coming back with an iron rod.
This time when He comes He will reign forever,
In the very land, that The Savior once had trod.
Present plans and treaties of man He will sever,
Not as a man who died but as The Eternal God.
He’s coming back to earth to set up His Kingdom,
And He will reign from Zion one thousand years.
All who reign with Him are all who chose to come,
It’s the word of prophets and Old Testament seers.
But first this earth must be judged by its maker,
During the time known as the Great Tribulation.
Evil will be judged along with every evil partaker,
To be totally destroyed through much devastation.
After seven years The King shall be ushered in,
During Messiah’s Rule many still will not believe,
As man will still have a deceptive heart deep within,
When Satan is loosed many again will be deceived.
But he will be cast into the fire along with evil sin,
And earth will be free of sin for all who truly believe.
Lead by Christ all believers will be ready to begin,
An endless life of joy forever through all Eternity.
A Hundred Years From Now
(words & music by flatt - scruggs)
Well a hundred years from now I wont be crying
A hundred years from now I wont be blue
My heart will have to forget that we ever met
But I wont care a hundred years from now
Ill never forget sweetheart the night you told me
That you could live without my love somehow
Thats all in the past I knew it wouldnt last
But I wont care a hundred years from now
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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