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Details | Epic | |

Wall Street

      

Set upon the new world stage within the burning fires of hell. Silently posed factions of the elite, suppress the true inherit of Mother Earth. The meek children bending over for millennium, taken spankings of bare bottoms, pelted slavery. 

Upon entry to rule, the open stage of smoked mirrors began to reflect back upon the podium of lies. Taught by scholars from university books of political science. Fearful of leadership matching mirrored images, of false pretense, babbling rhetoric. The stirring masses of discontented, individualistic, thought of as dead - enders, trouble makers, and rebel rousers, rallied aimlessly.   

With super hero, Captain Do Gooder, bleeding helpless on the floor of Wall Street. Weary lost hope combatants mustered courage, and accepted destiny. To this point, someone shouted against the wind of change. Felt by all who sensed the importance. 
"To death do us part of the purpose to which we, the united, stand for justice". 
The chant began, as Captain Do Gooder was dragged away, and cuffed, once bleeding helpless on the floor of Wall Street. 
Damn the torpedoes. Damn the torpedoes. 
Captain Do Gooder, fallen, bruised ego matching skinned knees, lays helpless. Who will save them now.

Second glances from high rise penthouses. Serving champagne and caviar. Brought iron clenched hands once hidden, to draw the stage curtain down. 

With Captain Do Gooder nowhere to be found. The voice that came from pain of pupil. Born within broken dreams of promised lands. Realized nothing was coming cheap on this occupation. 

The dusty streets found Captain Do Gooder aimlessly stepping against the winds of change, down Wall Street. The well-intentioned, arrested and broken spirited, lost hope of recycling any salvage rights taken from them by Metro. 

Was this the end of the well thought out, pushed down occupation.  
Was this the beginning, of the underground faction. Where was senior generation X hiding. Only Captain Do Gooder and the well-intentioned, world stage occupiers, hold the key to that Pandora's box of hope. 

 
The peoples across the oceans were already springing far ahead in their own, more brutal campaign. For they had no cushion on which they were raised to kneel against. Tyranny ran over them.  A lesson yet not felt, or learnt, or taught, in the new world.  No chance of city mayors issuing eviction notices. Bullets, tanks and bombs were of the order. Brought down the line, traced back to the ones our United Nations to this day, refuse to acknowledge.
While leaders there home internet shop, and pump out the lies. Everyone dies. 


In the heart of the continent of center, where unto which as mankind sprang forth, for its first and ever conquest.  
The lights kept dim, to obscure the violent cleansing. A facade to disguise once moreover, the brutal tyranny for which the greed of the elite, control the dimmer switch. Diamonds and oil fuel the fire of war and oppression, on this stage of greed and guilt. Too far away, and too many distractions upon center stage for one to see or care. Thought and looked upon by most as racially motivated.  The origins of all mankind, to be left, far too far, behind. The true forsaken people. Why is man unkind.


So..........will Captain Do Gooder raise the bar to which drinks for the house, and all around, will quench the thirst felt by ninety nine percent of the people............mother knows best.   
Yet, still, self-inflicted roadblocks of appointed destiny, drop kicked long days past. Faint light shining far ahead, within the tunnel of hell, brought up to land. Firm above the depths to which it sprang. The truth of world order.  

Wait......what do we see......do our closed eyes deceive our cries........................................

We see Captain Do Gooder catching second wind. 

She breathes deep now and all can hear her war cry, no longer whimpering softly. As in past tense situations, given way to dazed and confused wall street *****es.  
She builds momentum, as our brothers and sisters lay dying and bleeding. On the streets of some not so distant for telling, of what's to be, will never not be coming full steam ahead and plowing through the hidden agenda.  One step beyond the line drawn in the sand of time, we thought would never be crossed. Give way thoughtless future tellers, and takers. Still holding firm with paper cuts, deep into the hands who printed and prepared such slave papers, kept by the elite bankers. 

Captain Do Gooder returns renewed and refreshed. Our true Mother.  
Captain Do Gooder feels strong, as bruised knees and scraped hands heal. 


Brush of destiny sweepstakes,  allots winnings of earth shaking, volcano erupting, tsunami tidal waves, with bonus draws of worldwide chaos. Future draws are to be held with worldwide winners. Grand prize, dead oceans rising.  

The next generation have no fear digest writes the next chapter. 

 
Hold the press down firmly wall street backbiting backbenchers. Drawn into the crossfire, on her mark, place the x on the next general who dares not fall into civil disobedience.  
Captain Do Gooder has grown teeth, and she is biting down hard against the line to pipe riches, spoiled from her lands. Stolen from the first pilgrimage, fifteen thousand years old, lost empire. 

How dare you steal from, and pollute the minds of her children. Yet old enough to drink and drug and die in war.  How dare all of us. 

Meanwhile back at the ranch.  Captain Do Gooder hugs tight that tree of life, to which sprang all this elbow rubbing and diversion. Wall street huddles in her corner, painted red to match the lengths to which an end will surely bring to it. 
Painted red for all to see. 
The end to friendly letter writing, give peace a chance, make love not war, generation taking a bow, and snow birding it, to false sense of security land. Like the ostrich with its head in the sand. 



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Plockton - Wester Ross

The greatest holiday gift I ever received  
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears

I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin

For I was one of the lucky ones
To a Highland Estate I would go
It's on the west coast of Scotland
Where my holidays desired me so

Secretly I internally smiled
For a whisper of where I was heading
To live with a movie star hero
No longer my life was in dreading

We were picked up by a man so fine
His manners were an absolute joy
Regimental he was in his approach
To me, just a seven year old boy

We travelled through the village of Plockton
Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore
I knew from this very moment
Being here ebbed previous family sores

On entering his house I was in awe
Movie pictures came to my view
They were images of James Bond
At seven I was totally through

A voice called to me
Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me
Still in circles in walking awe
This is what he told thee

My name is Patrick Dalzel Job
In the Second World War I served
But this recognition I bestow
Humbles me to it's deserve

This honour that's been given
Was blessed by a colleague in war
What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven
Possibly, what we were fighting for

We served on the same destroyer
Fighting to make the future free
His tribute, in his novels I became
James Bond, it's incredibly me





Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond.
This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Patrick_Dalzel-Job


Details | Epic | |

All we need a pot in one piece

All we need a leader 
Guide us become one of us
Make us sincere against any killing
Protects our family to live our destiny
All we need a world leader one of us making in one piece

Making it boiling it
 Be part of it
 In taming is music to our ears
 Every morning sliding our badges
 Making our leaving gone in sinful slips

 Only hope rests pray our best
 Every morning sinking reality 
 Surge become more innovative
 Making us in a pot all sincere 

 All we need a commitment in changing rules
 Where money plays reigns in market
 To adapt them after turns our sake
 It may be time to think learn to leave as one piece


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Lakota

I'm very small
I am called Standing Tall
My story to be read as i live through it all.

Our Dakota lands are forest and vast
Where our ancestors have hunted
From long in the past.

Our tribes are, a confederation of seven
With our language of Lakota, Sioux heaven
We stand proud as we remember our past
And look to our gods, to make it all last.

A silhouette on the prairie hill i see
This shape in the distance is new to me
As we sleep in the night, we hear guns and blows
We arise from our camp, to look for the noise
We creep on the prairie to their surprise
Under the moon, where the land would flow
No longer the Buffalo.

We mount our ponies to challenge these men
What gives them this right to kill and maim
Bodies of beasts, furs cut away
Missing heads, a ghastly slay.

On reaching their camp our bows stretched
Arrows screech, hit the wretched
Watch them fall to the prarie floor
Just like the Buffalo did hours before.

Years have passed as we are moved from our lands
These poisonous men, and their poisonous glands
Bringing illness fever and strife
Ending many a Lakota life.

We reach a point in History
Which made the white man sit up and see
Their Golden Child General George Custer
And the Little Big Horn, my what a disaster.

Arapaho, Cheyenne and us Lakota too
Sliced the Blue Jackets, their Scouts too
The US Cavalry would have their glee
At the Battle Of Wounded Knee
Where Siiting Bull would finally rest
Standing Tall's story last's the test
If we Indians had the same resources
Like the silhouette on the hill
These praries we always had. would be ours still.


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/native-americans.php


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Why Vote?

why are our tax dollars being spent on crippled
and paralyzed drug hoods?
why are we supporting teenage girl having babies 
and not trying to do any good?
how Is It possible for foreigners 
to get supplemental security income?
and where Is all the money supposedly coming from?

yet, when we the American citizens 
who have worked and struggled all our lives 
attempt to get any assistance from the government 
we only get a lot of bull and some jive
what in the world could the politicians 
have been thinking about?
when we have families right here in America
having to do without
Is It political policy 
over social responsibility?

the American Government aspires
to be the world's police force
by deploying our young men and women into war zones
without any recourse
but who Is to blame for making all these
life altering decisions?
It's not those who don't vote
for they have no voice nor position

now Is the time for all Americans
to step up to the plate
make your voice and choice be known
before It's too late
we need to stop this madness 
and unnecessary spending
call the politicians on to the carpet
and bring about some ending
Is It political corruption 
versus social reconstruction?

so just get out and vote
and make your choice be known
put who you want in positions of power
with ideals like your own
It's time to take a stance 
and get back our power
be more socially and politically conscious
at the voting hour
 





Details | Free verse | |

Generic Minds

generic minds listen to generic music
have generic thoughts that are unknowingly abusive
watch generic things talk about generic things
gee this generic *****is spreading like a disease
better get your flu shot 
thats what they said to me
a suicidal vaccine 
a subliminal killing spree
its contagious and the outrageous
thing about it is that the people are blind in an eye
that they didn't even know they had
it's sickening to watch these clueless civilians 
inside the looking glass
with nightmares of being free
without a key to their mind
for it is trapped in the frequency
in the illusion of time
bathed in our universe
killing all that refuse to see
those that admit to hypocracy
or see the message in hip hop
how cant you see
the message in the lyrics that
bring adolescents to their knees
from bullet wounds conflicting their flesh
contradicting that they're the best
but the songs keep telling them that they dont need no rest
that they dont wanna go home
that they should ride alone
with the gat as their only companion
and so the only path they choose is the one that they're told
until they grow old and hope turns to a window pane
inside a window pane, until all they feel is pain
they realize that the music itself is ashamed
so whats to look up to
when you cant even speak when you cant even walk because you look so bleak
your eyes are sunken from the tv you're infested with the dee zees
now its too late to turn around and live for your conscious
so when youre screaming oh please
close your eyes and bring your mind to life
open your eyes for the first time
and never wonder why
since the answer this entire time
has been inside
and you better find it before you die
you dont want your soul to be in a pool with all the others
a buncha brothers missing their mothers
but only seeing strangers
only feeling the haters
wishing they would have used their minds when they had them
and now its too late,
now it's time for another new born fate to grab them


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Epic | |

young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  


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he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        Then .. Abbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one . It wanted silence

                    Going back ..remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world .
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      No .. this was not my hero in music and song .

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of ..coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone by .let us tell the Truth. Let us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul. 

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






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Kingdom Lost

In summertime, the ivy climbs,
and hides the castle wall.
The king dreams of late,
that the sea is so great,
and yet - his boat is so small.
As swift as a fox and
dark as a raven on wing,
seven hundred soldiers march  
into the valley of the king.
Long overdue, a battle ensues
flanking the powers that be.
Children cry, and good men die, 
the monarch is now on his knee…
Soon the horsemen alone 
try to maintain the throne.
But the long way around
is the shortest way home.
The evening is filled
with chaos and smoke,
and the kingdom is 
stunned by it all…
Soon the sun will go down,
and in spite of his crown, 
the king will undoubtedly fall…
His rival’s strength
was mistaken,
by a king overtaken,
his life is now but a pawn.
His authority lifted,
the power has shifted –
an era of glory is gone…
 
 
Copyright © 2013
 


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I Don't Hate America

I Don’t Hate America

I like the country I live in
That doesn’t mean I have to sing their songs
to prove that sh@!.
That doesn't mean that 
I can just can’t get over the fact that
they murdered the people who built it
 
America was dedicated to a proposition that
“all men are created equal, except
for women, indians and blacks

The white men were just fine is what we were told 
but what about those who were stolen that never made it over to NEW WORLD?
The ones that were thrown overboard and
those who died from sickness while in transport

Remember those who were born into slavery and never even knew what freedom was before their physical bodies left
and people like Thomas Jefferson
He understood that slavery was wrong but did not free his own until his death
What about those who beaten senseless and burned, and hanged,  
All while screaming “Nigger" What’s your new name?
Oh how soon do we forget…
That’s why I despise that word and
I don’t care who it is that uses it
#u$k that slavery sh@!
And #u$k that flag b@%ch!
#u$k you America because you’ve always made things hard .
So don’t look at me strange when I show those songs disregard and those fake ass patriotic undertones about how we are the land of the free
more like the land of the captured and the Home of the Slaves, see

I don’t’ hate America
I can be and do and go as I please
But, then I remember the poor people they injected with disease 
They thought they were getting free health care but the doctor is giving them syphilis 
Please! 

I remember the natives of this land
They slaughtered and labored them to work for freedom in their own land 

I remember the Civil War 
where we were a country divided by the Mason Dixon Line
The north and the south of the same country at war to save lives
 
I don’t hate America
This is my home 
But I refuse to let the things that 
my ancestors endured during the struggle of building SUCH A FINE COUNTRY be forgotten
It’s 2012 and the politicians still plottin to find a way to take away the black vote 
It’s the same shit, but now they just don’t use the noose to choke the life out of souls  
I’m so tired of the constitution and it’s loop holes, and amendments, and acts, and laws
This just proves that man can’t govern themselves because even with all these rules we constantly fall into the black hole deeper and deeper
I don’t hate America
I just choose to not take part in its little song and dance
I pledge my allegiance to God 
and continue to write and lose myself in my poetic trans 


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The Destruction of Mankind

The Destruction of Mankind!

Throughout the Bible’s history, you’ll find…
The wickedness and destruction
 of mankind!

There were kingdoms that have come and gone!
They took pride, and thought
 they were strong!

No matter how strong men make think they may be…
Everyone needs to make plans for their eternity!

There’s many things that people have enjoyed…
But. there’s coming a day when it’ll all be destroyed!

The Bible says that we all have failed and sinned!
What a terrible mess that we find ourselves in!

Our answer and only hope is with Jesus today!
Only he can wash the darkness and sin away!

Only he can bring a completeness to our soul!
And can bring all we need to make us whole!

May God’s Holy Spirit reach out and convict us!
That we all may know,
 only God can help us!


By Jim Pemberton


Details | Concrete | |

The Game Change

Two strong competitors fighting for the crown
So many promises,  Where can we go wrong

What did our bible?
Said about speaking in tongues

Someone must lose in order
 For the other one to win

That is what known at the game change.
Knowingly, nothing would ever be the same again

How many competitors from the past fulfill their promises?
Fools us once, shame on you, fool us twice,
 
We just have to say Oh! Jesus Christ.”

We listen and watch all those tricks and trades
With ponderings thoughts we said “who said what?
 Can they really step up to the plate and deliver

 Are we willing to put our country in the hand of the wealthy?
 Who never knew the meaning being dirt poor?
Should we say, no more, no more?

Show us the beef, and we shall show you where our loyalty lies
Because man is his own authority
 So he uses his brilliant educational philosophy so creative 
he wink and said ” I get back to you on the real issues”
You law abiding fools

Satan is a liar, and so is man.
White, lies, black lie and grey lies
Everybody lied at some point in their life
why stop now? 







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Pledge Of Allegiance, Revisited

I Pledge Allegiance
a solemn vow of obedience, from the earliest age of grievance,
when found deliverance, one people, united against tyranny and intolerance,
become the model of democracy and toleration

To The Flag
the symbol of once colonization come together in celebration,
a new unconquerable nation, a successful castration,
of oppression and dictation

Of The United States Of America
a conglomeration of peoples form one nation,
13 colonies a single relation, one voice, one oration,
tread on me, expect retaliation

And To The Republic
a democracy, its creation, the Constitution, its foundation,
agreeable to all  in origination, fiercely guarded against demolition,
militarization, and impregnation, over all these years, still on station
 
For Which It Stands
the protector of all oppressed lands, the world over she lends a hand,
her signature, her blood, in foreign sand

One Nation
from sea to sea, whether rich or poor, some vocal, others, chose to ignore,
those who guard the shore, those who knock on heavens door,
one nation, esprit de corps

Under God
in a time when belief was strong, today, should not be wrong,
having been with us so very long, a few may sing a different song,
most will believe, as they have, all along

Indivisible
one, as a whole number, cannot be divided by any other,
many have tried under guise of brother, only to be denied by the mother

With Liberty And Justice For All
the means to end all oppression, infinitely wrong with transgression,
succession, regression, and repression along

Our Pledge of Allegiance
a pledge of a nation, a history profound, one indivisible number,
all it takes, to be no longer allowed





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DISTURBED CREATURE- Am I

A poem wrote by me, based on Person who is a deserving icon but still struggling hard with his career life and addressed as disturbed creature.

DISTURBED CREATURE--> Am I ??       BY Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

Am I so insane, Am I so mad,
Dramatic mood of mine is so die hard.
Destroyed my peace, Shattering my dreams,
People call me as disturbed creature.
As like mounting the pain, attenuating the drain!!

Digesting my feelings lying inside me,
Strangely nobody cared, call me sick.
Teasing me lavishly and my heart is pricked,
Hurted me like hell when addressed me as stupid.
As like showering rain, missing on the lane!!

Time lapse in journey of life,
Can hamper anybody on its path.
When I see innate reflex of mine,
I always use to brightly shine.
Though possessing every job attributes of mine,
I never thought the authorities will ditch and hamper my career line.
Falsely acting bloody swine, making my image as fade as wine.
As like affecting harmonious divine, my soul was, as is transparently pristine!!

Destroying me and testing my patience, Never wanna give up.
Transformed deviations, wanna rightly screw up.
I wanna raise up, I wanna shake up.
I wanna wake up, Tranquilize my mind.
Unzip the professional life compressed by the culprits.
Wanna explore myself, driving the motivated heights of journey.
Lastly waiting for the optimistic opportunity.
Cuffing the suspect ,I wanna rejoice by my pattern of life!! 

with Suyog Pagare


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The Library Man

How often do you visit the Library? And what do you see?
I see oceans and seas of books plus a homeless man doing zzz’s..
He’d apparently been reading before, he fell deep asleep.
He can stay there, they say, as long as he doesn’t lie down to sleep.
Sitting up is OK and of course, as long as he doesn’t create a scene.

He’s kind and gracious and a little strange but can debate any role
When he walked over, we had a talk about the devil verses mind control.
Without asking, what he really wanted was someone to buy him lunch.
There’s a McDonalds two doors down from where we were bunched.
I don’t know what I expected when he woke up and looked around.

But when I asked if he was homeless he wasn’t fazed at all.
Yes, I have been for a while, he said, but my boat will soon come in.
And I realized the library is a warm, safe place to relax and to be.
And the librarians seem content to just let him be.
In the end, I was sorry I couldn’t buy him that lunch.

But recently, my abilities to do so had become a little stretched.
I used to buy the books I read… now the library is more my taste.
I just hope if it comes to that… he’ll graciously share this place.
The library even has computers from where you could write.
And the people there are varied and really rather kind.

I’m on the edge but whole family’s once prosperous are already there.
Cheap hotel rooms in even cheaper hotels, once skirted are full.
The jobs don’t pay for anything more. They are: Bitter, Disgruntled, Lost.
Needed are better and more jobs to re-establish the American Dream.
To give them some hope so they can go back there again…
And don’t just act toward them… like they’re your library man…
Give them back their American Dream as best you can.

Voice of Reason Contest


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Standing Up For Immigration Rights

In the United States of America, all immigration laws must be in effect at all times. It's
been like that since the Civil War started and the signing of the Declaration of
Independence. But everybody must accept the fact that the people from different countries,
including India, are becoming citizens of the United States. It seems that some people
don't want them in our country because all foreigners will not just take their jobs or
whatever, but commit crimes everywhere they go, including solicitation or whatever. Well,
the last time everybody had checked, the united States of America was called "the land of
opportunity." Now I, for one, am for immigration rights. Just like these people from
Mexico, Haiti, China, or wherever these people are from, they have rights, just like all
of Americans do. Some people like me should make them feel welcome in our country, but
some them are always judging these foreigners by their religions, faiths, and/or beliefs,
background, or whatever. The ones who have always been hateful towards the people who
aren't U.S. citizens since 2006. And some people are ignorant, selfish, and on top of all
that they're a bunch of hypocrites, just like the Ku Klux Klan who've always wanted all of
us African-Americans to go back to our country called Africa. How stupid is that? Okay,
sure, these people from foreign countries may need to pass background checks in order to
become citizens of the United States of America, but the fact of the matter is that day in
and day out these people, from around the world are God's children, and these people
really need to stop being ignorant and arrogant--for once. If I'm going to stand up for
immigration rights, everybody should stand up for the people from around the world,
including Egypt and Afghanistan. And no matter whether he or she is Muslim, Buddhist, or
Catholic, or whatever, we're all an equal and we are all God's children. God bless
America, and the whole wide world.


Details | Ballad | |

The Miracle

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails
Place the ghostly steps
Below the battered rails

Invite those crazy strangers
Dressed in stranger clothes
Join the mighty miracle 
Ready to unfold

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

Leave this evil town
Where scorpions share your bed
Guilty snakes make a home
Deep inside your head

The bleeding sun
Burns your feet
Hangmen joke
Beggars weep

Buried bodies
Cry for help
Undertakers
Steal your wealth

Building a stairway 
In the desert
Aimed toward the pure and honest sky
Building a stairway
In the desert
Going to rise for miles
And miles 

We’re laughing and      					
We’re dancing				 	
In the desert				
Dancing in the desert			
Of our lives				

Can’t you see?
We’re dancing in the desert
Dancing in the desert 
Of our lives

Feel so free				
Dancing in the desert				
Dancing in the desert 			 		
Of our lives				

Free….so free
In the desert
Dancing in the desert
Of our lives

Lift the wailing wood
Hammer the tortured nails


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Haikus About God: V

Omniscient guy
Yet he lets bad things happen
How can he exist?


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Haikus About God: II

Invisible chap
Bearded egomaniac
Probably not real


Details | I do not know? | |

WE ARE INDEPENDENCE!

We are Tausug Nation
Defending independence
Free from the enemies
Stood not to get oppressed

Our Nation ruled
Of the country’s independence
Never conquered from then
We shall develop our land

Our country, nation is known
Home of courageous person
Bound only in one faith
Never care of the death

Tumantangis, Dahu peaks of our land
To Bagsak, Sinumaan
And to all the mountains here
Only one God is aimed

Zamboanga, Basilan, North Borneo, Palawan
Centre is in Sulu land
Ruled by the Sultan
From the early point of time

Our nation is united
In the name of faith is complete
Only God is firm
Determined not to get conquered

Land of the pearl garden
Sulu Sea in the world is famous
From the South and North
And East and West

Blood of Martyrs flowed in the vein of the Sug Nation
Fought to defend
Flag rose like Vinta strip
Eternal pledge appeared


Details | Limerick | |

These Colors Don't Run Limerick

<                                 once were twin towers on horizon
                                   bombarded by Al Qaeda what sin
                                   then came many heros
                                   lost too at ground zero
                                   America's flag still flew in wind




In Loving Memory To Those Lost
On 911 R.I.P. You Are Not Forgotten


Details | Epic | |

BELIZEAN BLEND

BELIZEAN BLEND

In the beginning it was the Yucatec, the Mopan and  Kekchi  as well
Who came from the steppes of Asia where nomads dwell
They fished and farmed milpas, in paradise; away from hell
Some building great civilizations that, for many reasons, eventually fell

Then came the Spaniards whose ambivalence; mixed feelings
Caused them to waver in subsequent dealings
Killed some natives, driven off by others
In the end did not settle; wasn’t worth the bother

Displaced by the British, rowdy pirates turn woodcutters
Who made laws and build infrastructure down to the gutters
Cut logwood, then mahogany for powerful and wealthy folks
Then, to satisfy greed, sought others to enslave in yokes

Africans from Jamaica and Bermuda transshipped
Then as chattel they were frequently whipped
Stolen from Africa, becoming the major labor force
Dehumanized and tortured for centuries without  remorse

Mestizos fleeing oppressors in the Yucatan
The War of Castes brought them from beyond
Working as chicleros and cane cutters
As a way of providing   ‘ bread and butter’

Garinagu deported from St. Vincent as a form of punishment
Many dying in their odyssey , their massive predicament
Survive , resiliently, on the rebound
A proud people, with culture and learning very sound

Mennonites coming to enjoy religious freedom and peace
Avoiding persecution for a life of ease
Providing furniture, low cost poultry and eggs
Reducing the cadre of many that beg

From India and China they were duped and brought
As indentured servants who were hastily sought
Later as merchants and shopkeepers they came
Voluntarily this time, which is not nearly the same

Backpackers and excursionists everywhere
In a world where they’re free to choose elsewhere
Not part of the earlier diaspora
But manifestations of a new plethora




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Draconian II

[The Puppeteer]
The storm I see you in
Caught in the race of Caïn
Held by the arms you cannot see--the conducter of Ennui 
-No stronger than the void you hold within-
It began with a hope, an obsession
Casted into, slavery of repugnant possessions 
Granted by, the Avaricious Lords, the ones we serve for
-They Told Us to pray, hope, away from despair, the despair caused by their immaculate Hands
Malice, envy, greed, was granted to me, The Feudal Dream, we want to be Them, just like him
-just how he solaces us, ambivalent hope, engendering knives to my throat 

[The Fall]
In this Valley of morning and weeping
Love lies bleeding, in desperate fear
With their talons, the hunt to rip out thy heart 
As each velvet petal falls apart
Her body chained in their bile and lies, covered with their red-spy
-sent just to check if our souls are in line, do not defy 
Her blood velvet and pure, drips away with innocence of the amber guardian 
The soil of plagues, beggars, and graves
Is know her home, the coven of solace
Though the seed has died--resurrection Is near passing through death's fear
One stronger than you--and thy funeral skies
She is alive--anew
But the vapors still remain
The Apocalypse is here, do we fear?
Just for the death of our sins
Elysia never Seemed so far away

[Our Damnation]
Solitary ruins, Fulfill their visions
We strayed far from the depths within 
We all lingered to his solace--lies
-you make the sign everyday, but lack toknow the name
We are just the toys, he pulls all of the strings
We are nothing in this burning world
of Decadence, and Failed Semblance

[Draconian] 
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from the Fallen's son
Draconian--Their empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach the shadows within


Details | Epic | |

A Legend to Recall

Wagari Maathai,
Boldness,eagerness,harmless
Was for a benefit,
Through melancholy,
You paved in,
To nail down the,
Green glamor.

You turned into waterworks,
When the cut down
Was on process.
Jubilant than ever
when germination flourished.

Likes tots
You looked after,
To see none but their growth,
The nourishment you fought for,
Regardless of the circumstances.

Down to your end,
Still showed your solicitude
that the woes came directly from your heart.
Weeps, for our well being,
wails, to ensure we received raindrops.
Confidently you battled,
To ensure no dry day approached.

Your deeds reached accross generation,
A total mother of nature,
A legend never to be forgotten.
We will live to remember
Your wonderful work.ag


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Haikus About God: IV

God made all people
But some better than others?
Stop being silly.


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Haikus About God: VI

The body: sacred
We’re all made in God’s image
Hence... circumcision?


Details | Alliteration | |

Judgment

What is our purpose?
Why are we here?
Why are we here left in fear shedding all these tears
starring at this demond in this mirrior
blinded by everything I see so clear
where am i going after this life? and is it near?
unanswered questions 
people always always saying swagga shut up stupid clowns 
I see all you frowning behind that fake smile 
I can help all im spreading the word around my town 
to make you turn that frown upside down
they have you in the palm of there hands cant you see it?
If it wasnt for them we wouldnt be asking all these bulls*** questions
and not to mention who are you to be asking me who im reppin
you should get hit in the mouth but
before all that idiotic violence let me talk to you.....
they got you all so corrupt but yall dont know so you dont give a f*** 
they have you like a trout with a kook caught in its mouth some slip and get
away there the lucky ones who can actually say
I have truly been saved
I have to be brave and put up a fight till the end of my days
they say im headed in the wrong direction but thats the governement 
there just like a nasy infection 
theyll always be here picking at your brain saying all the answers are in this certain section
always saying dont use Jesus's name in vain but every king has his rain 
all loss through out years to come its people like me that will put your name to shame
am i satanic NO these are just my devilsh thoughts
theres turning back im self sustained put in this hell knowing very well that i shall rise above all these brainless people that are stuck in this hell get out of that brainwashed shell 
to escape this long life lasting jail not knowing you are rotting in this cell
I really do care about my people
the government they dont there the true definition of evil 
they work for lucifer so they do what they have to, to get thier share 
piece the puzzle and you will find it
Jesus Christ is luccifer he has all you misguided he himself and his dominions where all behind it.


Details | Rhyme | |

America Is Being DESTROYED From Within

 

As sin and perversion often become integrated… So many lives and families are being “disintegrated.” Many are being driven by sin’s temptation force… It’s no wonder much of this country is way “off course.” The morality and values that once made a great nation. Are evaporating…. Leading to a “spiritual separation.” Love, honor, and respect of God… Is often a “thing of the past.” Anything of God seems to be disappearing FAST! God is our only hope! And him alone! Only he can bring healing to our broken homes! He’s the answer to this wounded nation, that bleeds! It’s only God that can meet all of our needs! He’s our provider… The great: “I am!” Won’t you reach out to him? And give him your hand? Why not give him a chance? And allow him in? A brand new life for you… Is waiting to begin! May we allow God’s holiness and love to reach down into our hearts… Asking; “Lord please forgive our sins!” Is a good place to start! By Jim Pemberton


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Goodbye for Now

large yellow diesel machines coughed
coughed thick black smoke, caught their breath
struggled convulsively and after a series of loud farts
assorted groans and mechanical creaks                                                       
lumbered like broken old men waiting to pee.
Oh, they worked that day, from sun up                                                                            till the orange red sky was upon them
shivering in the cold dark desert sand                                                  
parked together like defenseless tadpoles, 
shaking and quivering in the damp night air,                                            
their job done for another day.
Building what, sand ramps, that's what.                                                   
From nowhere to nowhere!
another notch in the creative history                                                        
duly recorded for potentates from the east
who understand & see cows in the sky                                                         
or not so pretty women with tight green skirts
whores, dirty mattresses and rats                                                                  
who love the companionship                                           
of pencil pushing addicts alcoholics                                                          
and assorted beasts of the mind                                                         
Squalor is the key here
rub your nose in crap is the meaning of their sage advice
promulgated by the ass kissing majority                                                   
who worship at the altar of mendacity
after all, they were at M.I.T. and were bored.                                                
Who gives a shtt! Publish, it must mean something                                      
If it doesn' they were the first to do it!                                                       
Eat flesh and die. Filthy flesh at that,
hardly fine dining, but that's another story.
Goodbye for now.


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WOMAN

Day by day we pray to stay alive, ladies, the face of this world is slowly changing, no longer do we need to hold our heads in disgrace, and it’s about time we take our place. No longer let us be connived, nor let us forget the silent cries in trees that our sista’s souls are still hangin’, see the true in others denies rather waistin’ yourself complaining. Nor keep us from strength to stand by man, strength to leave if struck by hand, no more bruises upon our face for we also help to make this race. No more scars upon our souls for only marked with beauty moles and let our stories be fortold for we are women who behold, a key to inspiration and moral pride, coming out of our hide, Gods rules are to which one should only apply, but most chose pain to keep inside, left alone and died. Your elimination of God’s creation, we are but faith to this nation. Men of ignorance we are sick of belligerence, cuz we prove intelligence, cuz where there’s no woman there is no man strong and on this land we belong as distinct and separate persons walk along. Before your ignorance get the respect that you so vainly seek, practice what you claim til' all things you do or speak shall in reality be the same, nor let us be so eased to blame and give us our well earned past due fame, all musical and sorrowful stories contained. My people, make me proud to know your name and I’ll return the favour by doing the same.
For all men whom think us fast, remember the good ones always finish last, we women are still raped future and past so personally you can kiss my ... In us your babies wombs all your life fluids we consume, to mothers growing up too soon, to those mommas babies and daddy’s maybes.....REMEMBER, when your round to actin' shady, we are the ladies of this land, women with pride we stand, I am a WOMAN and for equal respect, I would do it again!!!


Details | Alliteration | |

Undermining Light

Despising, Deceiving, Denying
Lying, Lynching, Looting
Mindless, Morals, Misconceiving

Opening, Options, Obsolete
Treacherous, Treasonous, Thieves
Thinking, They, Them

Boasting, Bullying, Blinding
Forsaking, Forbidding, Friends
Uniting, Under, Unity

Sending, Signals, Selfishly
Can’t, Control, Consciousness
Everyone, Escape, Earth

Holding, Here, Hell
Never, Not, Now
Win, We, Will

Yearning, Ye, Yes
Illumination, Inside, Increasing
Evil, Ending, Extinct  


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Inferno Negro

the negro is inferno. doomed for hell. sinful with lost indulging in their own ignorance. made into a reincarnation of the devils wishes. the devils wants the devils needs. they say the pigment is the reason. but i say Jesus is the reason for the devilish seasons excuse my blatant response to the evils that have been done in the name of the SON. the inferno negro is the movie of this country, always watched and critic-ed. you must understand that self hating is very wicced, misunderstood when you walk through a suburban neighboorhood the devil is screaming conform!! conformm!! inferno negro you dont belong so just get along, even if the devil knows. the devil knows your story and your weakness and he lives behind and inside the so called supremacy system we live within. peace inferno negro know thyself for you are so lost in this Babylonia hell.


Details | Lyric | |

The End To A Wild Ride

This is the end of all the rollercoasters we have rode
So dont look back
Because the world is going up in smoke
Just ride along with me
We will find eachother when the light goes out

Lost in a Wilderness
Will we find ourselves again
After we have been blown up into peices
Who will survive?
Who will make it to the end?

The clouds will darken
And the sun will go black
There bombs will drop
And Silence our voices

Would we have found the love 
We were searching for in the 60's
Would we have found the peace
We researched in our childhood

Would we have fixed bullying
and told children about Columbine
Would we have stopped the Depression
And told children about the help they can get

Would we be ready when the world ends
Or will we be left in the past
Would we believe in God in time for our ending
Or will we still be selling books on another religion

One day we will forget how to hope and learn how to fear.


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Isigin Dusu-II

Senle ve sensiz bir hic
Yururum yolumda
Korkmadan yasamin
Senle sensiz bir hic

Bir dag yamacinda ucurum hayatim senle sensiz bir hic
Yasam dersem kabulum agit yakilmis sevdamiza
Hikayesi  umit olsa da  acsa  cicek olsa sevda yaylalarda
Senle sensiz bir hic  bilerim  tasinmaz yasanmaz  nefesimiz

Bir cicek sevda yaylada ruzgarla esen
Kosma  olumune  desem  kimse dinlemez  
Ruzgarlar  sallar eser gullu  basma  bedenini 
Saklar saclarini yazmali basortusu dantelli
Akar bir nehir  sevdayla senle ve sensiz hic
Bir  koca cinar  bolunmus toprak yarik yarim
Amansiz nehir  akar  bolunur  delinen kalbim 
Senle ve sensiz bir hic  canim sevdam
Cok  canlar  oldu telef gozyasi oldu tasti  irmak
Cok analar yakti agit  kan kirmizi  irmak

Cok kahpe planlar hoyratca  goz yumanlar
Cok aci  kahkahalar oyunu  sessizce  oynatanlar
Senle ve sensiz alkis tutanlar bir hic  utancim
Gelecegim senle sensiz 
Isigin dusu  umidim cocuklarim


Details | Epic | |

Awkward Government

This your government;
Souls are slain like cockroach
During your faithful regime.

Remember,
Before we put you in government
You spoke for peace and orderliness.
But it never came to pass.

Am so tired of your decades
Of calamity and devastation.
Speak your tenure;
Death upon death
Terror upon terror
Subsidy upon subsidy
Corruption upon corruption
Bad electricity upon bad electricity
Invainity upon invainity
Kidnapping upon kidnap
Education upon unemployment.

Government;
When shall these be evaporated
Is it when your blood are
Sacrifice for terror or what?
People are running for help
Helter-skelter, Government!!!
This your Government Is too 
Awkward to the nation.
Provide a solution please!


Details | Chant Royal | |

Served

The war rings in their ears.
Sleep cannot still the din.
They cannot run from these fears,
many are called back again.
Men and women without faces
fight and die in foreign places.
Homeless, yet homeward bound
with battle cries that make no sound.
No work at home, no free lunch clause
no education’s a bad background.
Alive or dead they serve a cause…

Children called with meager years
to die for others sins,
or to return with only tears
for no one lets them in.
Loved ones run from their embrace
for once gentle hands hold bloods trace
So, they leave their stomping ground 
seeking shelter in the streets dead sound.
Brethren lost within the sauce
drugged, jailed or returned to compound 
Alive or dead they serve a cause…

The young ones never learn its clear
that age has power built in.
How easy it is to bring them here
to battle once again.
Ministers, Presidents, and Kings efface
the innocence of youth un-shamefaced 
replenishing dead son and daughter found
with others to toil until they’re brought to ground
Political capital, each person’s a cat’s paw
a number, a body count, a vagrant, now a clown
Alive or dead they serve a cause…

Prince, must our children die to give you ground?
Must they accept your greed without a sound?
Can peace never be our Cause?
Are we to be the fox to your vicious hound?
Alive or dead they serve a cause…

* 3 Stanza version with a 5 line envoy
**The use of this form is meant to contrast the reality
of the soldier with the actions of the heirarchy.




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Reflections: Intellectualism

To Dine, To Die;
Conversations spiral
While thunderous eyes
Grasp concepts to recycle.

Constant debt crisis
A political paradox
Grating social devices
Over the sorting of socks.

Pseudo-analysis
An endless groan
Argumental paralysis
The debate grants no throne.

Existentialism
Over a roast
Potatoes won't listen
To who talks the most.

"That point is so interesting"
The floor is open for chat
"What is real?" not a thing
"Meow" adds the cat.


Details | Free verse | |

The Switch Up

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


~JSLambert


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

PENNY WISE AND POUND FOOLISH

The city of New York wants to reduce the security guards at their agencies
Penny wise and pound foolish is what they’re coming to be
To try and save less than .05% in a budget that’s in the billions
To put a wrench in the safety and well-being of a city of 10 million

If’s there’re no security officers to watch over the DEP water sheds
What’s to stop terrorists from poisoning the water and thousands being dead?
If there’re no security officers at the DHS shelters 
the situation could be dire
As you won’t have enough personnel on hand 
to warn the clients when there’s a fire
If there’re no security officers at the Human Resources Administration sites
Who would be there to protect the workforce in the event of a fight?

Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes 
to our children’s safety and well being
If there’s no one to adequately clean the schools 
a major outbreak we might be seeing
Penny wise and pound foolish in regards to the City’s financial resource
Trying to save a few pennies while pounds of dollars
will be in litigation in the courts

If someone is hurt in a fall it’s the city they will sue
If someone dies in a fire it’s the city they will sue
If a worker is assaulted on the job it’s the city they will sue
So I ask New York City leaders, what are you going to do?
Penny wise and pound foolish when it comes to New Yorker’s safety
It’s time to stop all this nonsense and keep the school cleaners and security



Details | Free verse | |

They

They pronounce to me there is but no ordinary
Then how is it that being dissimilar achievable?
They notify me everyone is diverse
Then is it that being diverse to be ordinary?

They advise to me there is no flawlessness 
But is perfection attainable?
They inform me it is once you do everything acceptably 
So what happens when everything is accepted inaccurately?

They tell me an assortment of things
They inquire about my thoughts
But I have learned time after time to declare to ‘them’:
I want to be the me I once sought


Details | Narrative | |

Look at the facts not the Debate

Do you see anything to smile about?
Someone was on fire during the debate
He drank so much water he stuttered
That a sign the raft of hell is getting hotter
Now I am more confused than ever

Our life isn't a political flash game
Do you see anything to smile about?

Today for me; tomorrow for you,
It only takes a few, to see and review,
The outlook on life, sadly it’s fading.
Before we are too quick to judge;
Do you see anything to smile about?

Many work places are going under;
Many people are on the unemployment line,
Not knowing what to expect or digest
Do you see anything to smile about?

Occupy Wall Street protest continue stronger than ever
Trying to save what's left of our future.
Only time would tell according to the scriptures
Occupy our minds let’s think of our children's future
Look at the facts not the faces
Do you see anything to smile about?

One keep smiling the other kept drinking
Many head of the households worries about Health Care
 What is life for a soldier on the front line? 

Do you see anything to smile about?
Yes I know a man is still a man
Even if he wears an expensive jacket and ties
Only differents  we as citizens have place 
 Such men in a high position to spy
We have to back it up and vote or choke
Do you see anything to smile about?

Relationships are dying Men and women for themselves
Broken hearts all over the place,
 The love of our patriach seizes
Do you see anything to smile about?

Homeless shelters are closing
 With or without people demonstrating or voting,
Do you see anything to smile about?

This is not any fault of our citizens 
Its bad management, how much more can we take
 It’s hard to smile during the recession besides a rebate!
Looks at the facts, not the debate
Partake and foresee our future.
We need more smiling faces.
We need to breathe!
Hell’s getting hotter,
 Apocalypse in mainstream
Now do you see anything to smile about?






Details | Epic | |

AWAKE

They are not here to help us…
They came to us, with the smiles of children
They came to us, with the warmth of mothers
They said we were one;
They claimed we had a common purpose 
We received them as friends
We received them with open arms
Into our homes
Into our lives

But disaster struck
A blood shed
Against men, women, children…
It was butchery
Blood flowed as tears
And tears flowed as sweat
Fine maidens made bare
Their breasts dancing and screaming in pain
Their backside heavy with soldiers
The little ones lay slayed on our streets
Their blood served as road markings
And their bodies as speed ramps
The little children that once danced our streets
And smiled at moonlight 
Now gritted their teeth out as a perch for flies
They are not here to help us…
Because when disaster struck,
Into their buses and wings they flew
Out of our soil
And watched us on the “trap screen” 
Kill and slay one another
Till there was nothing to see
But huge fattened flies, 
Dried blood,
Tiny bones of children,
Brave decayed bodies of fathers
And the pool of dead women who had
In their bosoms their lifeless infants

They are not here to help us…
When blood flowed; they left 
And carried all their likes with them
We were left alone 
Standing and awaiting death
There was no entry and no exit
Money was useless!
It was a mere paper used as back wipes
The only bribe for delayed death 
Was bottles of hard liquor and
 A word of prayer, if it was lucky enough 
To reach the ears of the maker faster than others
Yet they watched on; those we once accepted into our culture
Those we called brothers from different mothers!
Those we sang for, danced with and cheered on
They watched us in red pain
And put us on the center of the globe
As an entertaining sight

No one is here to help brothers!
We are all alone!!!
No one is here to help brothers!
Our graves are too full!!!
No one is here to help brothers!
Our generation is almost wiped out!!!
No one is here to help brothers!
We must help ourselves!!!
This madness must end now!!!







Details | Light Poetry | |

Awe Your Full Of It

<         twenty twelve

                  What The Hell !

                                       
                         cosmic conjuction
                                       
                               What's it's Function !


                                         ecologic collapse

                                                   Only Perhaps !


                                                             galactic beings

                                                                     I've Been Seeing !


                                                                             think it's all phony
                                                                         
                                                                                      And Full Of Balony  !

Entry For Gareth James's
2012 Contest
G.L. All


                                                                                              
 
                                            

                             


Details | Lyric | |

Hunter heart

I am a bird singing in an open cage.
What I have they cannot take it.
What I have they cannot feel it.
A mad navigator drives me.
A fire-bearing fleet chases me.
I am not afraid to die.
I am not afraid to live.
That makes my heart a hunter.

I’m shooting luminous arrows with a bow
and all lead back to my body.
What I have 
it takes me up to heaven
and brings me down to hell.
What I have I cannot deny it.
That makes my heart a hunter.

My brain is a uterus of lightning.
I am a corsair galley drunken with rum 
inside the rulers’ navy yard.
That makes my heart a hunter.


Details | Free verse | |

Tiny Grains of Sand United

These aren't the same sand grains of time are they? coming united from all around aren't they? can't feel the slightest sight of sound can you? you couldn't possibly begin to understand, why can't you? just find a way to join a cause bigger than you make a splash in a tiny pond could you? shift in ripples moving grains of the sands of time if you found a way to unbound a weary mind, if you take in only what you want that makes you tick till the very last tock I will with you These tiny sand grains all that remain of a distant fading memory on a shore full of fantasy reality is what you cannot change except when united tiny sand grains of time, that matter.


Details | Bio | |

The Man Behind the Mirror

Behind the mirror, the man is seen Where on our streets surrounded, Friends Thousands met cold, untimely death With screamed echoes of souls unrest Bullets flied, guns blasted ceaselessly Children dead in their mothers’ arms Father, for his lost son searched Found him only, with parts cut in shreds. Behind the mirror, was the man there? Our Young children, to soldiers turned Educated only in field of war Guns carried, bigger than they can bear Faught battles, of no cause but fear To read or write, they dared not do But to shoot or kill, well informed they were. The man behind the mirror, how did he rest? Our babies, dead while he sound slept In his glorious, paradise mirror he kept Still offered nothing, but violence more Promised, inflicted upon innocents, murder If anyone dared open their mouths to speak Or, if orders came of his seat to render. Behind that mirror, my freedom he took Our homes Burned; our stores looted Citizens, chased out of a land to love Forced into exile for years so many Adapted to a culture so not ours From scratch, we started to build Until bit by bit, we rose so high above Like an eagle, up up and away. The man behind the mirror, for him I always blame The color so dark, on our backs stained Bruises so deep, forever left to heal Visions of his bloody watch, repeatedly, us plagued Flashbacks of dear ones loved, Snatched, And palmed away by cruel, hateful death With tumbled bodies over bodies All soiled up into one tiny hole. Behind that mirror, the man will always be With blissful look in his red, budging eyes Wishing evil gleefully, with a dark smile His laughter,joy, through my anguish I see My heart beats fast, like a thunder sound And the more my hate for him increase Oh how I wish, that mirror came crashing down Then, a taste of his own medicine, he shall get


Details | Epic | |

Ignorance

                Ignorance
war begins from our
Ignorance
As we fail to see 
The light as it is
How can it be possible
That we live with a war
For I ask is love
Forbidden 

Ignorance 
We ignore what
So  matters to us
Like we rush to 
What only satisfy 
Our desire
Satisfaction is just 
For a while
As illusion is for a few 
Moment

Ignorance
What make the truth
Bitter is known on 
An evil mind 
What's up with
Man kind
For is it fair for all
To keep struggling
To an endless fight 
As we ignore what 
Values our soul 

Ignorance
Could it be that 
War is part of life
Hmmm...., you say 
Yes but what about
Love
Have you ever tried to
Live with love
Here this is no ignorance 
Of no kind
All are welcome in the 
World of nature
But we kill nature
By simple and by only our
Ignorance


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A Resolution for This time

A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever

I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion 
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason

I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife

I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy

I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance

I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug

For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray

Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden

I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace

Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.


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Nepotism's Only Kin Deep

Chip off the old block;
        It runs in the family.
This all needs to stop
        In our meritocracy.

Titles through ages;
        A generation’s game.
Lordships by bloodline,
        Some things need to change.

Birth won’t denote skill;
        It keeps people out.
Mobility’s lost
        When money they flout.

James Caan can shove it,
        And let workers in.
Nobles move over,
        Let our time begin. 


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Draconian I

[The Cypress Is In Bloom]
The cypress is in bloom
I see the evil, the efflorescence of decadent doom
Eloigning, with thy clandestines of the Dead September's reign
My belovéd Penelope, abscond from the coven so deep, the glades of misery
We must face her in the grove, for arcany, the path we must take
She's in my mind, vaporously,
Lauding with my, dangers and fears
Lie, with ephermelcy's broken truths
Leading me go Cypress, Marigold
Immortally, willows, forevermore
Forevermore

[To Question; To Know]
My argentine silence, your only condonicy 
Ends with such eath
The Mockingbird in me--died
Resting in one ounce, an abundance of shame
With an infinity of joy
Exiled, by the ones, who give all, names
My breath starves for only more
The façade, the veil, the austerity dims with Aquarianlore 
She falls to her knees, why for?
Celandine she will be
Celandine is she

[Bead]
The lair within, free from their causalities of their sins
Shadowy primroses begin to grow, the season will never end
In there I dream to be like you, violet blue, White Flower of Lisieux,
La Fleur Blanche du Lisieux,
So Celandine are you
Celandine are you

[Draconian]
Draconian--Reach for the shadows within
Draconian--Break from The Fallen's Sin
Draconian--Their Empirical lies, only die
Draconian--Reach The Shadows Within


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7-7 London terror

7/7 London terror attack 2005

7/7 London terror 

On the local bus and heading west, 
Going into London town. 
There's something happened ahead, 
Coz' the police are all around. 

There are sirens in the distance, 
There is panic in the air. 
I am early for my interview, 
So I do not need to care. 

Then a phone call from my brother, 
And I asked, "what's all the fuss?" 
His words to me were frightening, 
"Get off that bloody bus". 

He spoke then of the carnage, 
Of the scenes of disbelief. 
The blood, the smoke, the murder, 
The unrequited grief. 

I could not travel further, 
As the news it quickly spread. 
Reports of bombs and suicides, 
And of countless people dead. 

I walked into a betting shop, 
Saw the broadcasts of the news. 
Then I saw those scenes of carnage, 
And those sad uncensored views. 

I saw the blood, the tears, 
The shock, the sobbing cries. 
I asked God, "what is happening?", 
As the tears filled up my eyes. 

To the bastards who have killed today, 
It is you we do not fear. 
For every person you have killed, 
There are ten more coming here. 

You can bomb us in the tube trains, 
On the buses, in the street. 
You can hi-jack cars and aeroplanes, 
For its us you won't defeat. 

You can bomb us in our villages, 
You can bomb Old London town. 
You can bomb us in the countryside, 
For you'll never bring us down................ 

In memory of the victims of the London bombing of 2005


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American dream

A father of five a husband to one
Family comes first second to none
I strive to be great at whatever I do
I am destine to leave good impressions on you
I have traveled a road bumpy at times
I got through my pain with a few snazzy lines
I have used paper as a counselor for quite a while
I have even masked pain with a slightly fake smile
Inside I feel as though I am misunderstood
I hate feeling bad I want to feel good
But I wake up every day with the same outlook on life
I have my 4 kids and a beautiful wife
She helps me remember why I am alive
My boys give me strength needed to get up and drive
Family has been my biggest accomplishment to date
When it comes to being there for them I am never late
Although at times I struggle to for reasons to live
I continue to look for ways I can give
I have recently met men who would kill to have what I do
I have recently learned there always someone in a worse place than you
I yet continue to struggle and plainly understand
How life becomes all about money and its demand
Without money there is no freedom even in the USA
But yet people jump the borders even as bad as it is today
Our economy holding no punches knocking many families out
Leaving even our government filled with doubt
So why keep striving why stand tall
My wife and kids, I won’t let them fall
I refuse to be a victim of stress and depression
I will keep fighting my way through this recession
Although they say it over it doesn’t appear that way to me
I want to believe the American dream is still possible for me


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corruption

The $ is corrupt, that's why a lot of niggas are fucced up , tryna get a Dolla like the government. Found out they did work with Hitler, now I know Osama wasn't no different they know everything, even where the nigga shitted and slept how stupid you think we are? No sir and no ma'am all that you say just sounds like spam, I want to Jam but what I bump gets crushed because its the truth and they don't want the truth because they some phony muthafukcas talkin jive and lies put crakc in the hood because they know, that our people are broken and weak stripped of culture and lost so they took hold of that poison. Fucc AmeriKKKa land of the free ain't *****free, freedom of speech ain't useful get put in jail for raisin hell about how you livin is hell ..


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divine intervention of nothing to live for

what do you do for a living super soldier?
you are paid to go to another country and kill people you dont even know
what do you do for a living head doctor?
you are paid to lie about mental health, and continue to carry out your torture
what are you paid to do journalist?
write slanted reviews as you tear apart the lives of good people
what are you paid for mr officer?
hide the truth of who the real victoms are and lie on tv so the journalists dont have 
to

what have i been doing for a living?
nothing, ive been too busy
scrambling away from you
job to job
city to city to get away from being victomised again

whats it like to have no reason to live you ask?
i would die to prevent what you have been doing to me

whats it like to have your soldiers go to war for another country
to end terrorism, as you are being terrorised, reaching out daily.
its been like being stalked by a serial killer while your rich and famous
inspire him with plots and getaway plans in their television and movies
full of hatespeach they think is funny

whats it like to to watch your people die to help someone who just cried wolf
whats it like to play the victom constantly
you dont have a monopoly of hardship and world tragedy
you weild it like a weapon of lies and gameshows
to practice your manipulation techniques

what do you do for a living amnesty international?
link your information to the pentagon to assist your allies in war
by killing the people who torture or people like myself
before you get caught....or do you just book yourselves
front row seats to your sick little games

in a situation of nonstop constant no brainers
the lies of you 700 people is a war crime of conspiracy
no wonder you consider blowing your head off
after the realisation, a no brainer situation
and your still thinking

the world revolves around the simplest things
i would kill people like you for a penny
to buy the divine intervention of nothing to live for

apparantly im not going to accept the fact
that after your game of making me miserable
im just going to have to wait to be murdered
im not going to accept that
and i will kill people like you for free

when you have no right to your own person as a human being
when your pets have more rights than you do
when soo many people use stuck on stupid
as their subtle excuses
they are the enemy realised
it is your turn to die in the streets of society
since nothing changes anything
now go die


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In spills of off shore

Kills ocean spicies
Ecosystem under  stress
Air full of allergens
Poeple bankrupts
Ocean of treasures
Boyous of wonder 
Takes years to rebourne

Technology flaws
Without recovery plans
Never plan to save living beings
Should stop all off shores drilling
Triggering capital depression

Spicies like our people
Need immediate care
Look upon unfortunately 
In play as the one clean its act










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Lights, Madiba, Action

People attending the London premiere of a new film about Nelson Mandela were told of his death as the closing credits rolled, on 5th December 2013. My new poem is written in honor of the anti-apartheid icon and I invite you to read it here https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lights-Madiba-Action/345492948926266 .

Like it, share it and get privileged access to my writings.
 
Iulian-Anton Brudiu


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WE CAN DO MORE: to fight that sin called greed

The economic injustice, the social injustice has made the workers upset
when the corporations and their CEOs treat them with little or no respect
the CEOs make more in one day than in a year of what the average employee earns
but instead of any giving benefits their backs to them are turned
it's the disproportionate dispersion of the profits that the companies make
where the employees get less than 10% and the CEOs get the bigger take
instead of spreading the wealth the situation has gotten worse
the economic divide has gotten wide and the rich get the majority of the purse

The social injustice towards the workers what the companies are now trying to do
is to strip them of what little they have got and not give them what they are due
to take away or reduce their pensions, to cut into or cut off their healthcare
to reduce salaries and cause many to now seek public assistance and welfare
how hard-hearted are those CEOs? how much money is enough?
how selfish are those individuals who want more and more stuff?
how many cars can one drive and how many yachts does one need?
how many houses do you have to acquire to satisfy that sin called greed?
I don't know about you America but I see the writing on the wall
if the workers don't unite and put up a fight the labors unions will eventually fall
we can no longer sit back in complacency it's time for 32BJ to now lead
by organizing so that the workforce will no longer financially bleed
we can no longer say I got mines and you need to get yours
it's time for us to unite because together we can do more

we can do more to bring non-union workers in
we can do more by having relationals and making friends
we can do more by spreading the union's ideals and goals
and showing the workers how to organize and thus take control
we can do more to counteract that corporate sin called greed
by becoming more involved and showing others how to succeed
we can do more to make the union movement grow
by taking our fight public so that everyone will know
of the abuse and mistreatment that the workers endure
we can do better and we sure as hell can do more

now it's time for us to practice what we preach
to make a committment as leaders by going out to reach
as many of our co-workers as we possibly can
as we can do more if together we now stand
we can do more to battle that sin called greed
by organizing, uniting and by example to now lead
so step up to the plate and take your position
now ready to stand up and fulfill 32BJ's mission


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Bir ufak dunya

Bir ufak dunyada yasar hayeller
Sonra bir dev olur da yurur sessiz
Sanki dost olur sorar sorgular
Bu ne bir hic bir yasanmis haber
Kork ve sesinini bastir dediler
Koyugun bacagi  soylediler
Atasozu  hep asildik birer birer

Bir ufak dunya kesmekes kendi icinde
Bagiran ve oynayan sectigin er kisi


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Future State

Incursion,moribundant
Iniquity,a malediction
Too late for reflection
No use for apologies
The harm has been done
Animus emotions
No war is ever won
Abjective adversity
Asperity of atrophy
Aberration then infamy
A molevolent society
A dictators sick dream
Future state,our reality!!!


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Come Nightfall

Everything glitters at night
Moonshine will pull all that you own into question
Like daylight never could;
You’re a coward
I’m a faggot and a fake
And I can’t think of one reason 
Why I deserve the shirt I’m wearing
I wish it were a tourniquet
So I could glimmer
Shine
Glitter in the light of the world
Like everything does
come nightfall.


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An Occult Fairytale

 
Throw all your roses in the air, For there is no need of love in this lair Corpses laugh and spin Spirits run and play, Under silver ash shadow Magical sparks fill you here, Luring into Sitra Achra Crypt of the Ancient Rosalinean, Majlis al Jinn Lilith’s dance seducing your inner core Nehema’s whispers throwing yourself off the shore, You hope this is only folklore, But you must not fear the dark The Nightmare of the Lost Ark Silents winds whisper Untold truths of revelation to Give you new Trust In Adoration Asphyxiate with Fear As Angelique's eyes Lear Silently you’ll the feel the spirits Of The Howling growing near The Draconian Aeon is here All foul humans beware Samael will always be Near


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Downfall

Spewing forth contention
All ignorance to compel
Obstreperous yet dastardly
the politicians quell
Negection of poverty
within its own society
Unbalancing the scales of 
a nations sovereignty
Execration of innocence
A new age policy
A xenophobic corpulace
of mass conspiracy
Many masks of one shall bare
the fruits through others gains
Bleeding dry good ethics and
leaving honesty in bane
Replacing it with seething spite
Now a flag bloodstained
Disconsolation through mans indignation
Predictions of plight into subjugation
Resulting in a death of a nation!!!


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Therion

Slayer of dreams and reality Bow down to his Therion Majesty Vowed to Be beyond Spiritual Supremacy, But too Frail, but too Weak, Were these words of The Transgressor of Our Argentine Destiny Reigned with Blood And with Blood You shall Fall Never denounce the ways of The Wicked For the Wicked you Have Become I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself Look beyond the Book, See the Truth lying there, Gagged and Hooked, Silence screaming to Be Free The Draconian Revelation Will Save thee The same Cold Pressure has erupt inside The Beast dwells in your Pride Dipped in Argentine and Insanity, Captivated by the touch Never looking beyond the Sin, For the Scene remains Empty I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself In your mind When the world Falls, Parodiso will open her halls But not for you, Inferno Cries out for you Forever Malaoda will Be your destiny I'm Not your gracious Jesus Christ, Saving you from the blood-sodden Ice, But you Are The Beast Therion Majesty Can't control your own destiny The one who used to fight monsters, Became a Monster Himself


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FREEDOM

When i think of my life. I think of a darker shade of grey, I feel i have been a product of an environment. I feel that i have been branded with a United States Government stamp on my ass. All my life i have been told what to do by doctors, judges, social workers, police officers, and the list can stretch on for miles. But today i choose to break free from these invisible shackles and bust out of this cage which has brought me so much pain and despair
and TODAY I CHOOSE TO BE MY OWN MAN. I CHOOSE TO BE FREE.
No longer will i have to listen to the drones of our society and no longer will i have doctors try to feed me with a little pill here or a pill there so i can be acceptable to a society that wouldnt accept no matter how i came at them.

Today I come as i am and that is all i expect from myself

I am Jacob Lammerman And I am Free


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Republicans versus Democrats

Democrats are known for making things right, but republicans always lie about everything.
Everybody knows that the democratic party will run the republican party out of the U.S.
Congress and run all of its offices every day for the next 5,000 years. When it comes to politics,
the democrats are the only ones that will make real promises to fix everything, that
includes decreasing taxes, promising all of us job openings, fixing the economy,
supporting gay marriages, and that kind of stuff. But unfortunately for the republicans,
they can't make any promises to all of Americans like the democrats can. All of those
republicans will do is lie to, cheat, and steal from the U.S. citizens, that will have
included the African-American community. All republicans don't care about anyone or
anything but themselves. Republicans are evil, manipulative, arrogant, and completely selfish. The democrats,
just like President Barrack Obama, are kind, caring, warmhearted, and all of the other
nicer things that will have described the entire democratic party. We all don't think that
the governors who are republicans will run for President of the United States of America
in the near future, especially when they're planning on deporting all of us from our
original origins back to all foreign locations, that will have included Africa. And in the
year 2012 and beyond, we will not vote for any of those lame republicans, let alone Sarah Palin, Rick
Perry, or Donald Trump. The only person we will be voting for President of the United
States of America is Barrack Obama, who must remain President for the next 50 years.
That's why democrats are firm and honest and republicans are just bold-faced liars.
Republicans are full of baloney and the democratic party will take over. And if the
democrats win the elections and they were to stay in the offices for the rest of their
lives, this will be a great thing for all of us democrats. The democrats, as in the good
guys, will always win.


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King Of The Hill

<                                               Vietnam War
                                              Capture of Saigon


                                               What The Hell For


                                                   Guerrilla war

                                                 Conventional war


                                                 What The Hell For

                                                       
                                                       Laotians
                                                    Cambodians
                               
                                                     Vietnamese
                                                    U.S.  Soldiers 
                  

                                                     Casualties


                                                 What The Hell For


My Thoughts On 
The Vietnam War


May All R.I.P.




                                                         

                                                       


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Stop us if dare you hath

“Stop us if dare you hath.“
Allah create situation,
For we new generation,
We have determination,
To save our nation,
Stop us if dare you hath.
We can’t hear your more lecture,
It’s all  about our future,
We have to save our culture,
Stop us if dare you hath.
Our country is irresistible,
And you are ruining it,you are despicable,
We are not responsible,
But we can’t control to grumble,
Stop us if dare you hath.
We will take our crescent flag higher,
Even above all  fire,
And you will have to surrender,
We all shall be secure,
Stop us if dare you hath.


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MYSTIC PARABLE

Stories dared not whispered, legend of great thinker. 
Artificially created Atlantis, maze search for law-giver. 

Hushed lips speak no evil, silly little monkey cliche. 
Privy ancient knowledge, not clear as light and day. 

So-called peace-loving demigods, closely followed in trace. 
Sexually crazed fools, copying angels fallen from grace. 

Pillars of Hercules within island, dynasty king frenzy awoke. 
Powerful and remarkable, ready to enslave at single stroke. 

Originally thought to be noble, conspicuous reveal greed. 
In route to world domination, struck down by Specialbreed. 

Later time earthquakes and floods, extraordinary violence. 
Single dreadful day and night, massive lost of innocence. 

Intervening super mighty one, so-called wrathful Zeus. 
Manipulation of elements, water and lightning bolts let loose. 

Grand golden wall palace, swept aside sea and sunk below. 
Ironical measured payment, for employment of ruthless blow. 

Swiming through labyrinth of wisdom, vie of the celest'. 
Chancing risk of schism, mighty sequential vignette. 

Perplexed pattern in hide, bloody seal of truth. 
Illuminati repelled, for a time real minoot. 

Message of twisted tongue, langual contrivance. 
Masters' visions swoon, in journey through euphoric trance. 

Loud whisper switch, silence left in wake. 
Souls of denizens burned, in fiery scourching shake. 

Prominent eclectic short order, alien wishbone act. 
Convert of non-belief, fierce zealots' minds impact. 

Lucid broken water reflection, visible-eye agleam. 
Blind finding quarry, standing like obelisk beam. 

Instinctive overriding, a slip into lucidity. 
Telepathic mind connection, recede to infinity. 

Exponential theory, base of schematics. 
Common like maybe, superpower military tactics. 

Voice of bleeding knowledge, fade to obscurity. 
Mystic in strange land, fault found in masters of intricacy. 

Undecipherable rhetoric, great monster on chase. 
Featureless darkness, a threat to human race!


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The Beast

This is an epic tale I shall unwind
Of a beast born to keep us blind
He lives in a time not to far away
This is a present yarn I spin today
All the worlds countries united as one
Lost in the plight of one mothers son
The Anti-Christ risen to the mark of the beast
As the entire world blindly sits down for the feast
Crime is defeated there is peace in the land
Just take the bar code to the back of your hand
Long before this day the story was told
Who is the King he who holds all the Gold
I often contemplate if he knows what he does
For all that is written shall be as it was
Solve all the worlds problems well know this as true
If you seek an answer your computer gives it to you
The entire world is at the tip of your fingers
No need to go out just stay here and linger
Banking from here flashes up on the screen
You'll have more time to ponder and dream
So you wish to shop let me offer some sites
Pay with a number it'll be shipped overnight
Stop to consider the old word Foundation
Join with the rich to feed every nation
No need to worry there is nothing to chance
Just sit at your computer lost in my trance
The old ways diminished the world is new
If you're seeking love the computer finds it for you
If your not seeking love it offers you lust
For pleasing everyone is truly a must
It's entered our factories as well as our stores
Hell it's even taken over our wars
Crime will be defeated by the watchful eye
As another satellite takes to the sky
Without the Honor of war there is no need to fight
War machines controlled by the beast of the night
I treasure the stories, the stories of old
Where brave men fought with hearts of gold
When the keeper of dreams was our Lord
And to kill a man you made the sword
When marriage was Till death do us part
Parents nourished and protected their children's hearts
When family's were like the limbs of a tree
Spreading no further than they needed to be
With those days gone and all but forgot
The Souls of man has started to rot
Before long as men sit down to feast
They will offer thanks unto the beast
Science is driven know this is true
To reason all the faith out of you
They teach our children we evolved from a cell
Can you see how far our country has fell
As the Beast sits back with his evil grin
Having faith in the Lord has become a sin
As God is removed from the allegiance we say
Well exactly who do our leaders follow today
Oh thats right we are all seeking gold
As the story of the beast starts to unfold




© 2007 Michael Jordan


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THE UNIONS : one for all and all for one

before labor unions came into existence businesses were run like monarchies
where those in positions of power treated the workers atrociously
no sick days, no overtime, no vactions and no minimum wage
and some work place conditions were worse than an animal's cage

but throught the grace of God and American ingenuity
the laborers joined together and the unions came to be
organized for the advancement of the shared interest of the work force
a confederation of laborers who at one time had no recourse
fired without cause, no work injury compensation and hardly a lunch hour
but with the labor unions now in place the workers have a measure of power
bargaining for health insurance and decent salaries
negotiating for better conditions and job security

thank God for the unions as collectively we band
one for all and all for one, united we now stand


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The Truth

The dead filter through with lifeless dreams of flesh flowing in a sea of blood and

sorrows that call out to the sins of those polluting the earth with hatred dimming our

prospective on life's greatest treasures and causing a wave of untamed shifts destroying 

all that is good and blinding us with lies of a better tomorrow.


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The Crucible

I can only begin,
To express what its like,
To have gone through such things,
As the crucible hike,
54 hours of torturing pain,
Which only got worse,
When it started to rain,
6 hours of sleep,
Issued 3 MRE'S,
5 recruits dropped,
Overcome by the heat,
After 2 days of hiking,
We were issued our masks,
Taken into a chamber,
Were we get CS gassed,
With the rest of our strength,
We head for the reaper,
Into the mountains,
We hike deeper and deeper,
80 pounds on our backs,
M16 to our side,
Ascending the mountain,
Screaming painfully inside,
The Reapers a monster,
It can swallow you up,
A truck had to follow,
To pick recruits up,
though it felt like forever,
We had finally arrived,
Beyond exhausted,
and sleep deprived,
Then the DI's scream out,
lets pack up our trash,
its time to head out,
So get off of your ass,
The hike back was torture,
But as we got back,
we ate a meal fit for warriors,
then marched straight to our racks,
Some thought they'd been dreaming,
Some wild cartoon,
But we had really overcome it,
As a team, a platoon!
Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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Can You Help Me I'm Lost

lost and weary soles
looking for their better half
at Auschwitz bone yard


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Neon lights

How the love of joy deliria
Just met with each other
Seconds minutes hours
Than light year to search
Back to  clock each to see 
How all to look like

All  it is made up
Make you cry yet  proud
Days and nights work
Test  your taste in love

All in standing in neon lights
Banners and images 
Superior being images
As banners runs through
Falls ball in each year

Hope ball drop for peace
Time wraps back and forward


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THESE STATES UNITED - PART II

How someone like you 
 
and me
 
could ever be
 
this forever free

Never say never

Ever
 
Oh say, can you see
 
this valiant righteous fight
 
of the tiny 13
 
against the giant gorgeous gallant might
 
of the Royal Crown
 

into that last gleaming
 
fluorescent
 
effortlessly seeming
 
twilight 
 
as American soldiers fell
 
and died
 
and their women 

and Lady Liberty

rang the bell
 
and cried
 
screaming
 
and the little ones 
 
so sound asleep
 
nestled in their bed
 
so peacefully dreaming
 
whilst their King 

while their King lay dead
 

Hear his deep voice echo over and over in your head
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said

You remember what he said

You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said
 
You remember what he said

You remember what he said

You remember what he said

You remember what he said
 
as you lay there
 
missing and yearning
 
teaching and learning
 
freezing and burning
 
and tossing and turning
 
battledrums slow and become tribal
 
Yes, you too, remembers what he said:
 
"It is impossible to rightly govern a nation without God and the Bible"


 
So trumpeters blew and told 

their story
 
the drumboys rolled
 
out Old Glory
 
My God behold
 
Watch Old Glory
 
so dignified
 
unfold
 
Stars and Stripes 
 
thus signified

an Independence newfound
 

on Sacred, Sacred, Splendid, Sacred, Holy ground
 
Kneeling at ground Zero
 
Never forget
 
My, your, Our forgotten Hero

Ole' Father George pause and take a good look around
 
Ole' Father George steal the stars 
 
just this once

just in between
 
the glare of royal red rockets
 
and hand them to
 
the mighty 13
 
and the red stripes so soaked with blood
 
from our beloved Mother
 
across the pond

Sons no more, oh no, Mother 
 
There isn't any other
 

It’s me now - your new younger brother

Just passing through

the bright white rays of sunlight
 
into the big bold box of navy blue
 
into starry starry nights
 
Ole' Father George, our hopes ignited
 
Your legs so weary
 
Our dreams excited
 
Thank you, Ole' Father George
 
Thank you, God
 
God Bless These States United




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Souls Bound by Corruption

Falling in step by step,
They'll never see the end of this lonely trip.
Justified murder in an unknown world,
The final heartbeat of stories untold.
He takes his last breath, 
And exhales a thick fume of death.
He extinguishes the burning the coal,
As God will his soul.
He's bound by a pledge of greed,
To stop the hearts of those who grieve.
The Holy deed is done,
Beneath satans nearing sun.
Crawling to the safety of his soul,
He see's this war is fought for gold.
Those he trusted, followed blindly,
Led him to the Lord, oh so kindly.
Speaking in tones of coveting,
They condemned all their brothers, killed all the free.
All in the name of the Savior,
There lies the final Martyr.


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Denounce hate

Confiscate the blood shade
What map in world is your interest
How its divided borders of hate to bring a meal its own people
Spring Rise or Nuke evils or grater dear friend state 
Are they our priority to put the hot meal in family table
In middle all paying high price and no clue at all
Denounce hate born to dead we're all peaceful
Once please more focus the people its own land.


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Graze the presidents

Do you love people, childs, country and world more than your own live?
Than graze presidents and leaders
with heavy knots, strong sticks, iron rods.
Beat them, hart, wound their nice building carcasses,
deform their saturated with rarely ingredients bodies,
reshape their excellent trained torsos
merciless and severe
for their sake and savings and bless of nation.

All presidents and governors look as asses
able to learn and be patient
only through terrible beating and sufferings.
Only after long termed awful treatments
by own awoken people
from generation to generation
their majesties have getting to respect
very slowly and gradually
the human rights, law, justice and other firmaments
of sustained civil society,
stopping for ever
to kill the freedom and opponents,
to dream about live long presidency,
and stealing billion dollars
from the purse of country,
turning the nation
toward the Black Hole of universal corruptions.

So graze presidents and leaders
if you love people and country
and own soul more than your up-to-date living.


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America after 1962

On June 25, 1962 prayer was taken out of school
It was like losing a ring's precious jewel 
If you look into America's history 
You will find that it is no mystery
From that date on we haven’t been as strong
I believe we have done something terribly wrong
What they teach in history books simply overlooks
Important information that has raised up a blind generation
Youth, family, education, and national life is far from the same
We have lost morals and values that our forefathers firmly proclaimed
A Blessed Nation under God we have always been
But in the last 50 years it has become destroyed by an abundance of sin
Divorce rate is at an all-time high
While so many children grow up fatherless and wonder why
Gang violence increases each day
Teenage pregnancy has become a common way
Young people search for love in all the wrong places
Leaders in government wear faulty faces
Role models have become extinct
Technology while good has caused many jobs to sink
A nation rife with perjury
Broken marriage covenants In need of surgery
Unforgiveness extortion bribery slander and profanity
We need God to restore us too sanity
Hypocrisy, and lawsuits initiated solely for revenge and personal gain 
Doing things are own way has caused us much pain
The rich are getting richer and the poor sit back and cry
People have lost their integrity yet shake their fists at the sky
If you want to learn open a bible and begin to read
If we listened to its wisdom we wouldn’t have so much need
We have become too liberal as a whole
Besides having so much debt, we are all losing our souls
If anyone talks about God in school they risk losing their profession
Yet more and more young people suffer from anxiety and depression
Many are on medication making doctors filthy rich
So many people are dying in their own emotional ditch
Statistically we are on a downward spiral
Many people turn their heads or just live in denial
History is important to learn
For it shows us how quickly society can turn 
We all have to answer to God someday
And if I were you I would start to learn his way
For if we are going to continue to be America the best
We have to take a moment to address
All the ways we have allowed this country to slip
Take personal responsibility and restore our spiritual grips
Weneed to take back the people's power
We are living in a crucial hour
If we don’t open our eyes ears and mouths we will fall instead of just bend
who knows this time if this damage we can mend.

 by: Sabina nicole


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I will rise

I will rise
from the bodies
you threw down
you wasted,
gunning down old men's dreams
and women's smiles.
I will shake the leathery hand of rejection,
and scream blue success,
until you take your last breath
and sink below.
I will earn my drum
and beat it tirelessly. 
I will rise
I will shine
I will concur.


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Secrets in the Keep

SECRETS IN THE KEEP






Secrets, secrets ------ secrets in the Keep; maidens call them without which they 
  shall meet, of the baron and his bride a solemn meet, sordid secrets, 
  secrets in the Keep 

A wizard's spell, a call of bell and peal, chimes and trumpets 
  the courtyard round, princess-pretty prince and horseback riding;  jumping 
  brushes and endless jumps, then at last confiding ------ 
  the wizard's wicked coniving

Brick and mortar and stone thrice born, eaves of swollen vine above the tower 
  corner, sneaking windows and fingered leafy-ropes reaching out; climbing 
  wooden portals to keep the monarch without ------ the palace walls, the royal 
  halls and pallisade stalls, rolling hills in distances afar 

Trapped, amidst leering buzzards abound, feeding to feed on king and queen, 
  eyes from walls, eyes in the deep ----- dark earth of smitten Keep, Shadow 
  wakened... wakened from sleep

The heart of many sorrow down, unwakened from sleep; rise they may, rise they 
  shall, one by one as they do not slay... never so soon must they stay the hearts 
  of men fast, lucid mind and with heavy task ----- stay the peace, o be it so to 
  everlasting end

Naught is written on but a few of every brow, stay the peace? asks the haggled 
  plea of many soul, wrought to bitter end, unsheathed to war and revolution,
  their solace but a solution for kings this night; one rose above the dreary 
  doom lit light, sheathed aplenty in golden hue, and addressing himself he 
  gave a sting and hello, for he spoke truth to every soul 

Yet the heart be that it may, overwhelmed and possessed to pillage and slay, 
  to teach them and baron ----- the villains from the east, a lesson this day, 
  the king rose up and spoke, calmly and hoped ----- it be not they to decide 
  the fate of kings; offering peace in place of baneful hope

Though always, secrets, secrets ----- secrets in the keep...     


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ACHTUNG, MES AMIS

ACHTUNG, MES AMIS

The islands resolutely isolated from the shore
had atmosphere : they were redolent of an insolence
which betokened ‘Do come and get me, if you damn well dare.’
Its minor mountains, be amazed, look, of an eminence

protruding from deceptively calm waters past La Manche,
scant altitude, but attitude, enough to sink their fleets;
with birds whose complaints and laughter would fill the Sunday rags,
and tempt to silly invasions - all coupled with defeats.

Come, ask yourselves, oh Latin Ones, on what does this depend ?
You win with words, or food; pr’aps you’re not right, quite, for the fight ?
Ye Krauts, at our shores your ambitions flounder to their end,
perhaps it’s time that you give up, kowtow, and see the light ?

For friends, that’s what, deep down, we know you really, truly are,
of course we’ll squabble, we’re close, that goes without being said.
Just as long as you give us space - without the laws you need -
with you we will even break our white, sliced, and pre-packed bread ....

Alan McAlpine Douglas

(Challenge words : island resolute isolated redolent
mountain amazed water birds laughter flounder)


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Bipolar Nations

Sitting in front of you
Cameras dazing right at me
Sometimes this seems more like a fantasy
Than a brutal reality

Many think we haven't grown
What could I say for them to believe
There's the option of repeating the same crap
It'd be historical if there was altering idea I conceived

They wouldn't like it
I'd get all sorts of resistance
They don't like changes
Nothing from everyday life that's not consistent

So when I open my mouth,
And talk to the light
I'll ask the people of this world
If bipolar nations can establish a path for a future that's right


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Aquarian Dream I-- The Rebellion

Centuries are unfolded Filled with corruption and lies Where's the change A tyrant has an iron hand But we are the diamonds We appear to be coal darken by ash But with so many years of pressure we became diamonds Ready to strike We are the vein cut open The red, working for the gold Deter the tyrant We can win, Rise up against the guards Fight for our voice Our suffering will not go on You'll know what it's like to purge from your sins So many years of pain So many lies gilded with hope So much death and decay This will not go unheard Deter the tyrant He'll know what it's like to cease to exit Fight for our voice Fight for our freedom There must be a way


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HAIKU # 6

THE  RED  PLANET  SMILES .

U.F.O.  FROM EARTH  APPEARS  .

NO  GREEN ~CARD  REQUIRED . !!


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The Coming Judgement

Escaping God's Judgement

Judgement shall begain 
at the house of God/
We shall all face God's "correction rod."

It will begin with the righteous... 
What shall the unsaved do?
They can pray and run... 
where will they run to?

If the righteous are scarcely saved. 
 Where will the ungodly hide?
Every "trick in the world" has already been tried!

It's time to "stop playing games"--
no more "pretending."
This world(as we know it)will soon be ending!

Come before God now... 
Kneel before his throne.
It's only be accepting his son can 
you have an eternal home!

You can try fooling the people 
you meet each Sunday.
But a day of reckoning with God
 will happen someday/

"Forgive me Lord. I have sinned!" 
must be spoken.
So every weight and bondage 
can now be broken!

He loves you so much and desires 
to make you whole!
By his blood... your sins can
 be as white as snow!

When God's judgement comes... 
You needn't be ashamed.
Reach out to him now...
 and call on his name!

By Jim Pemberton 
2010


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Abandon Pallini

In this place your truths are bleeding.
Athens is here no more.
She travels down a cart-track,
with a useless spare wheel in the trunk.

She named Hyakinthus Apollo
and Apollo Jesus.
She buried the cloud compeller
underneath chapels of Prophet Elias.
And chapels of Prophet Elias
underneath TV antennae.
 
And it is five past ten in the morning.
Eilithyia descends Parnitha,
bearing an arm of death flowers.

Smell the wind.
Listen to the birds of Teiresias.
This morning carries a strange message for you.
The dream is a broken glass in your stomach.
How can you live without its glow?
And how can you put it back together again?
You shall bleed in any case.
 
Lean towards the earth.
Wash away your vows at Styx.
And just like Alkyoneas,
abandon Pallini.


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Live Free Or Die

When the day turns into night
And the night into day
We will ignite 
With a vow to never obey

Stripping our rights
And still calling us free
Our future you will rewrite 
And you call it liberty

We have a voice 
Which must be heard
You have made your choice
And it must be answered

We will not cower
We will not falter 
Not even from all your power
Not even when faced with your soldier


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Quote My Quota

They call me G.I.
because I fly higher
than the government's interest
on a debt so national 
you can't bear to witness
am I too sleek yet?
does my face not shine
do you not wish
you could touch the sky
too?

I am beyond you
let me calm back down 
before I become my own idol
yeah, I went to flight school
back in the day
now my roots so grounded 
I can let them uproot and hang
from time to time
polish my face
with a little grime
I don't mind shining 
with the homeless
I don't find much shelter
in the ones that own such
little self value
they trash all around
where am I nowadays?
so far out there, never found


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Conspired

I've grown so Tired of Man's Obsession;
Power, Lust and Greed are Humanities Recession.
We hear of plans for a New World Order,
But it's just an Excuse to build more borders;
For blocking out The Heartfelt, Peaceful People-
To construct more Shopping Malls, Fast Food Chains and Religious Steeples.

They think of Themselves as Powerful and Elite,
But They're just like Us: Flesh-Covered, Breathing Anatomical Meat. 
The Rich control Politicians through Media, blocking out The Spirit World;
Simply because They've grown so compulsively bored-
Of Their Expensive Cars and Underground Pools;
Lavish Homes and Heirs that drool.
With Their Tax-Cuts They control Everything,
Including the Radio Hits Our Children sing.

Our Eyes and Minds need to be Open:
To See the Image They want to finish..
Together We can All decide if that's Truly what WE wish.



Written By:
Emma Lea Mills
02/04/2012


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THESE STATES UNITED - PART I

A watchful white Dove 
 
patiently hovers high

slowly, high up above
 
as One 
 
of the forgotten few
 
Look down from the Great Golden 
 
Bird's Eye view

 
sigh sigh sigh
 
try not to cry
 
why why why
 
is there a  teardrop in your Golden eye
 
try try try

 
try not to choke
 
on the clouds
 
or on the smoke
 

Fly on your heartbroken
 
Paternal Wing
 
so tried and true
 
not so fast
 
past the Golden King
 
that we once loved 

that we once knew
 
there falls the red, the white, 

and the beautiful blue
 
teardrop - so long 
 
so long overdue


 
What a worthwhile journey 
 
A poor Pilgrim's passage through
 
Blood-soaked stripes 
 
taint pale me
 
and Americans of all types
 

of all shapes, sizes, and colors
 
and they also paint a colorful you
 
oh yes, you
 
yes, you too!
 
They Are Coming!
 
to paint you a somber more forgiving hue


 
Hear the Golden bagpipes 

Play for us now
 
Songs of a Nation
 
that we cannot replace
 
The Star Spangled Banner
 
God Bless America
 
and Amazing Grace
 
Pray for us now
 


God, George, save our Golden Face
 
Save our Sacred place

On Earth
 
As it is in Heaven

Where dreams renew

Where our Golden Eagle
 
Once so gracefully flew


 
Soar into Heavens of unthinkable
 
unsinkable

unreachable heights

 
Through the fears
 
the tears
 
and for over 200 years 
 
of a bloodstained
 
star struck
 

history
 
which is reflected in our 

and our older brother’s bloodshot eyes 
 
yet still remains
 
a mystery


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Dreams saved in nest

Let’s celebrate dreams saved in nest
Flowing itself as one piece history blessed 
Lavishly making dreams scent in despaired
Jasmines winds hold to realm dreams one piece
Unfolded currents lands meet sea in rising voice
Behold as all in making emancipation of one piece


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It Takes Two {Caricare}

It Takes Two


twin

towers

delusion






Tribute To Those Lost
In The Twin Towers
You Are Not Forgotten
{RIP}


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Res-republica



Oh worm
Earth was freedom
Hear the voice, turn away no more.

Hymn to beauty for the mob: the rights of man
I´ll sing you a song: 
Men are born equal and free!

Which nobody can deny their rights in a Republic
A pretty cargo that nobody can deny,
Our constitutions.

Sweet the noble savage meet has sour souce.

The vanity and presumtion of governing
Beyond the grave the eternal laws of god
was the most ridiculous
And insolent of all tyrannies.

To bind 
Or control
In any shape whatever
Without having no longer any participation.
No authority in directing its government
Or how to administrated the nation source of sovereignity.
 
An american indian made slave 
Is the example of the Inhumanity of human trade
In the concerns of this world as under the labor laws kids all over the world
Are employed as slaves in Colombia, India, Africa, Azia.


Of liberty and rights I sing: freedom.

Little lamb
The right to pay no taxes
The right to raise a mob or riot
The liberty to overturn the state 
The right to break through all the nations laws
Let all be equal.
For The oppressed, the injustice of the law is an example
Every man my brother was made
 to why have one property and not another?

Then hail to libery 
Reform and riot
Against the crystal cabinet
The laws that oppress the poor are unjust.


The poor people of the world unit
On the rejection of the bill for abolishing injustice.
Sears the young heart to images of woe
Injured women, rise , assert the right!
The miseries of man return 
Too long degraded, scorned, oppressed
The multitude
Go gird
Of bright artillery
Conquest or rule
Outline the situation
What nature hast left common
The inhabitant of those cities the mental traveler.
And never forget our history.


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Swimming with the stars

Sometimes I feel
I have the Omen upon me,
I am the Earth
and lava it burns through to the core
and so in the darkness of space
I will exist to drown
beneath the stars.


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Shame

Long before the ships came sailing. Living here was the first nation. They sat within the circle. Inside dreams and sacred visions. At peace with mother nature. Earth, the moon and sun. They hunted what they needed. Then asked the beasts forgiveness. Many moons have come and gone. And the buffalo are few. In the valley of dead warriors. They ever weep sad tears. The white man came with lies. And his shallow little dreams. He stole away their future. Inside pain and degradation. We must ever walk in shame. From the pain ancestors cause. By the greed within sad lies. That destroys a nations people.


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VII: Conquered

A single, unnoticed ray of light
shooting across the sky at night
straight down to my head
in our conversations 
it is, as it has always been
between the King and I.

He tells me what he sees, 
and he feels for the unworthy
he cares for the damned
though he see the lies
that are fed from the lies
of the leaders

Return soon, brother in arms
return from the sea, comrade
walk upon the shore
or walk on water
once more for the doubters
the King knows all about us
alas, he has not returned yet
I will know that day
once, twice, more like seven times
to the exact the moment he's raised

Conquered by all of the hope 
of your allies
the few that still dare to 
believe in you
very same as the ones
who keep feeding you
in the outskirts of our realizations
the dreadful dreary dreamy illusions

The King best exists in the pretense 
of pretendness
at the moment just before, your mind intervened
and cast in just a shadow of doubt
that spread rapidly far, and between
this now makes him limited,
now I have my chance
to pull the wool off the greatest wolf
the world shall break its trance
I am now your lord
I feel all the world
I am always yours,
your Magus.


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REVOLUTION!

Time for Revolution!
spread the revelation.
Governmental evolution,
blessed elation!

With strange knowledge of fresh relation,
we'll overthrow the oppressive regime!
Our fiery souls burning with titillation!
we can't fail as a team.

But beware, dear philosophers, uprising is no picture of violet,
scarred spirits, forever changed, with images of the violent.


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A Hero's Truth

A knight still shining...
Because that’s what we need;
Someone to admire... 
When the world’s on its knees.
So much is weighing...
On the shoulders of the story;
And everyone is watching,
For there own personal touch of glory...

Fight the good fight,
And die with pride and honor...
The glory that your feeling,
Won’t matter if you’re a goner...
But someone needs to stand for something;
So why not kill for peace?
Everyone needs a hero,
And why shouldn’t that be me?

Standing tall, decorated in flashy armor,
Carrying fairy tales in my heart;
But what is it that I’m doing here?
Believing truth that could only be in part;
Defending the greater good...
As I steal a child’s father,
Teaching him to hate everyone like me;
And I wonder why I bother?

Truth is all about your point of view,
And heroes are just the same;
You think you’re preaching peace,
But you might just feed the flame...
It’s hard to accept a story,
If you’re told by people you don’t know;
How can you believe in peace...
When there’s violence everywhere you go?

It all seems a myth or folk lore...
Looking through our version of history,
How can someone ask us to defend...
And or die for someone else’s reality? 
All to be remembered as someone you never were;
Because it reinforces their story...
A fallen hero to those that never knew you,
And your death was in their glory. 


How true is it... 
That you wouldn’t be if not for them?
You’ll never know...
Until someone rewrites the story again;
And even then, who will you believe?
Truth is all in the eyes unfortunate enough to see it,
For everyone else it’s tales of recollection...
So you can believe in what you choose,
But don’t expect us buy into your tradition...

Repeating those famous last words...
The truth is all in the eye of the beholder;
But what of those not there to witness?
Left to watch, as the world grows colder...
Hoping for our fearless heroes,
All the while knowing better in our minds...
Living a truth someone else put into action,
Leaving us to believe in lies, quick to bind.


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ON THIS DAY: 01.20.09

In 1963 Dr. King gave a speech in Washington D.C.
it was a most stirring address that became a prophecy
he made mention of a dream of an America he had invisioned
one with justice, equality for all and no more racial division

In 1964 the Civil Rights Bill was signed and enacted
that federal law designed to have racism in America impacted
yet the struggle continued and the battle raged on
but God had something coming up on the horizon

In 2004 a man of mixed race decided to take up the cause
a Columbia grad with a Harvard degree who did not stop to pause
based in Illinois he ran for the United States Senate seat
and despite the odds against him the opposition he did beat

In 2007 God move Senator Obama to the next phase
the Spirit compelled him to step up and enter the Presidential race
many thought he was an upstart and by many he was rejected
as he wasn't a part of the early movement and wasn't what they expected
But God will use any kind of man to accomplish His goals
all He requires is an obedient servant who allows Him to be in control

In 2008 the Democratic Primary was a most unpleasant fight
it was not only about gender it became about Black and White
but the youth of today stepped up, joined in and took a stance
and the young Senator from Illinois now had a fighting chance
and after the dust had settled it became a very clear choice
the American people voted and the world heard their voice

that young upstart Senator Barack Obama won the Presidential race
and now the most powerful job in this world belongs to a man with a Black face
but more importantly he's a man who doesn't distinquish himself by his color
he's the President of every American citizen Jews, Gentiles, Sisters and Brothers

It was not a coincidence that on the day he won his party's nomination
it was 45 years to the day that Dr. King addressed the entire nation
it was not a coincidence it was all God's design
that this young intelligent black man would have his season at this time

a people delivered from slavery into the ultimate seat of power
on this day in U.S. history African American's shining hour
to be vindicated and now elevated
to be validated and now celebrated

Oh yes we can for hope has been renewed and restored
Oh yes we can pray that peace will reign again once more
On This Day the Rev. Dr. King's dream become divine
On This Day January 20th in the year 2009
ON THIS DAY


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THE BILL OF PAPERS PLEASE: A CRAZY LAW

the State of Arizona has signed a very crazy law
that in the opinion of most Americans has some major flaws
it requires each and every person who trods upon their land 
to walk around with proof of citizenship papers in their hands
they say it's not racial profiling, they say it's fair and just
to make an assumption about anyone's immigration status
I don't know, maybe it's me
but doesn't this bill violate our basic civil liberties

Arizona is the only state which wanted no part of that federal determination
that made the birthday of the Rev. Dr. M.L. King a day of national celebration
I don't know about you America but I see the writing on the wall
If we don't stop this Bill the integrity of America will fall

most every person in the United States is a product of immigration
be it first, second, third, fourth or fifth generation
how dare those racists in Arizona try to pass this crazy law
that undermines everything that America stands for
"Give me your tired, your hungry and your poor" are the words on the Statue of Liberty
yet this law that demands proof of status is an Unconstitutional absurdity

the Police in turn won't be able to deal with any real crime
if they're going around asking people for citizenship papers all the time
no warrant is required, just a reasonable suspicion
but who has the wherewithall to determine that decision?
Heaven forbid if they should ever encounter a child
would they say "papers please" with a badge and a smile?
this is some BS, why can't they see that this bill is wrong?
and who in hell gave them the authority to tell people where they belong?

this Bill I call "Papers Please" this Bill we must fight
so that every American will sustain their inalienable rights
for this country to be like South Africa was with its aparthied situation
would be a grievous mistake and a true abomination
"Papers Please" Arizona's Senate Bill 1070 we must defeat
we need to let the State of Arizona know that we will take it to the streets


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AFTER THE PARTY

YOU KNOW THOSE POEMS THAT ALWAYS BEGIN, "YEARS FROM NOW GOD WON'T CARE..."?
WELL, ACCORDING TO THE BIBLE THAT'S NOT TRUE AT ALL, AND IT'S ALARMING HOW 
MANY ARE UNAWARE!
ON THE CONTRARY, GOD PROMISES THAT HE WILL JUDGE US ON ALL WE SAID, AND DID IN 
THIS LIFE
WERE WE A BLESSING TO OTHERS, DID WE FEED THE POOR, AND UNFAILINGLY STAND FOR 
WHAT WAS RIGHT?
EVER SACRIFICE OUR OWN COMFORT SO ANOTHER'S PAIN COULD BE RELIEVED?
OR DID WE OVERLOOK "JUST A LITTLE EVIL" IN ORDER TO MAKE HISTORY?
PLEASE, FOR YOUR OWN SAKE, DON'T IGNORE THE ABSOLUTE WORD OF GOD!
STOP QUOTING ONLY WHAT'S CONVENIENT FOR YOU; BUT INSTEAD, COMPLETELY LIVE IT 
ALL!
THEY SAY, "OH CHRISTIANS, SHUT UP!  JESUS THIS, AND JESUS THAT!"
WELL, THE WORLD CAN HAVE IT'S SAY NOW
WE ALREADY KNOW WHOSE SPEAKIN' LAST!
FOR INDEED, WE TRULY ARE THE SALT AND THE LIGHT OF THIS PLACE
HIS RETURN IS IMMINENT, AND NOT A SOUL OR A DEVIL, BE THEY LIBERAL, GAY, BI, OR 
STRAIGHT
WILL BE ABLE TO HIDE FROM ALMIGHTY'S FINAL JUDGMENT, OR FROM THE LORD JESUS' 
FACE!~


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One piece

gatherings in nuances
aching pain in numbnes
sense of gravity falls
mountains of ice melts 
raised to wash lands 

in between winds and tides 
Lets gather in high note
inmortal wave once a hero
as making one piece


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Aquarian Dream II- Leaving Kali Yuga

A glimpse in your gilded eyes Tells me all inside your lieing mind How can you Stand without a spine How can you speak without a will Failed to announce the pain Will they realize the illusion Is it all to late? The lies that are so common Have put up a delusion Infront Of the people's mind So deep away from the dark Will we come when father is coming For us, is it all to late? Soft little messenger I dare you to spread the word About our dying world All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainted with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king I see the light of a dawning Age Let a new era begin An Aquarian dream a day where we are all free Inside our minds; our hidden refuge But there's no need to hide perfection Concordia shall be our queen Justice, independence, liberty are our only virtues free to be whoever our heart let's us be Go to the tower, strike the bell Soft little messenger And tell of Victory All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainted with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king All come far and near Listen to what we have been waiting to hear The walls have broken down The gates have been breached The Keep stormed in Praise and sing They have killed our king Our conformity is on it's last day All Black Skies have been tainetd with grey Our flags are now just tinder The palace has all been burned to cinders Our Empire has fell Praise and sing They have killed our king


Details | I do not know? | |

2 Minutes Of Exposure

Working with what I got n what I got is what I taught myself cuz school never gave me much but the touch n dash or sprinkle of lies that this government wants us to know since the knowing is growing as evolution would occur but occur is what they dont want as uprising would occur so downsizing is much better in their frame of mind their bind is population the acceleration of my mind is like zero to sixty in one second in uh second is all it takes to tell you the truth about the world we live in...LIE. The truth itself is far from reality the reality we know is a LIE since we live to die yet I stopped asking why cuz why is why im in the predicament im in now the knowing of truth is like a revelation that very few know cuz the eyes that are to be wide open are closed and what I say will be loathed but I care less unless change is made and this world is not paid...off like the accused to the accuser the user of this tactic is in front of our eyes but we will never be free unless we see the lies....


Details | I do not know? | |

"Graywhale CD Exchange" 2/15/09

"Graywhale CD Exchange" 2/15/09


I resistance the thought that something was wrong 
ever time I called to find a video game 
you would tell me it was there!
for the 5th time i got your place of business and 
it was not there~ manger Bob! 2/14/09

or the time i was shopping for video games
and sitting at the bus stop and 
loud shot would said

"YOUR ALREADY DEAD"
"DON'T  YOU CARE ABOUT YOUR FAMILY SAFETY"

FOR GIVE ME I'M SLOW ON THE UP TAKE!!!!

THIS IS MY LIFE OF NO RESISTANCE~

they will not leave me a lone ~ 
see you don't America untill you know someone who hate you because 
of how you are~ weres my dream~

by:lyricvixen  someone who get DEATH THREATS


Details | Rhyme | |

Operation Dynamo

Exodus on a massive scale
1940 under assail
Three hundred thousand
Fathers and sons
Dunkirk evacuation
From the Hun
 
Armada 
Not seen for hundreds of years
To save our hero's, relay their fears
1500 ships of many sorts
Arrived on mass
Naval escort
 
British and French
Beached and battered
Quest to save Europe
Defeated and shattered
 
Queues of troops
Line the sands
Await their fate
Strands of man
 
Luftwaffe scream over head
Drop their cargo, inevitable dead
Explosions softened, by the Dunkirk sands
Saved so many of the waiting strands
 
Hail the sky, the RAF
Contained the hun from machine gun strafe
Their dedication in foggy skies
The ultimate saving of many lives
 
The aftermath of this unbelievable task
And the dedication of this incredible ask
Organisation on the grandest scale
For in the future we will not fail
To free Europe, another Armada will sail
 
" Dedicated to the many men liberated from the beaches at Dunkirk,
              who returned to do, what only hero's can do " 
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            http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/war-2.php


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Our Nation NEEDS God

I believe we’re living in…
 What many call “an x-rated society…”
The “pleasures of life” come in quite a variety!

Just about anything someone wants,
 comes with “a push of the button.”
But when it comes to anything of God…
  “He ain’t nothin.’!”

Where we will be tomorrow… 
 No one seems to know.
As many seek “fulfillment” for their ”empty” soul…

What’s right or wrong…  Has been 
“turned upside-down.”
While the tide of wickedness
 reaches every city and town…

While so many minds seem to be filled with 
this world’s pollution…
People are looking for answers…  And a solution!

Our hope and faith certainly doesn’t
 lay in our possessions.
Nor in our dark secrets, and “secret obsessions…”

To those of you who perhaps, are waiting
 for a “government bailout…”
Let me tell you what the true meaning
 of living is all about…

Jesus is our security!  100% guaranteed life
 and health insurance!
It’s only in him, we can have a “blessed assurance!”

Only he has the power to rescue us
 from the horrible mess we’re in!
And it’s only in him…  Where true freedom begins!

He gives a true definition to what we call 
“The American dream…”
He alone is our foundation.  The truth.  
Our everything!

May the words; “In God we trust” 
apply in everything we do!
Let these words be woven into 
the great “red white and blue…”

As the good news of Jesus Christ
 is shouted loud and clear…
The “darkness” across our land will 
soon disappear!

By Jim Pemberton 03/07/10









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Authority Threat

My blood boiled 
With unwelcome restraint
State Attorney misleading 
Painting gray paint
Troubled as disturbances seethe
This arrogant power 
Would never leave 
While her intimidation 
Was extremely shocking
The Supreme Court Justice 
She was mocking 
Representing myself
With no fighting chance                              
This sociopath
Was wearing the pants
I read the laws
Custody in my favor
She bullied me…Without waver 
Perverted threats coming true
Her infestation I now rue
Grandiose with all minorities  
Flaunting her grand Authorities
Thinking I would duck and run
I stood my ground she came undone 
Placing the child with her father
Never shielding my only daughter
I had her dismissed off the case
To the system she’s a disgrace!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

I Don't Know About you America But I feel Like A Whore

I don't know about you America but I feel like a whore
when the Bush Administration wants to give me a $300 score
how many of our young men and women in Iraq will have to die
before they will admit that this war is one big fat lie?
how many more will be in foreclosure and become homeless
before the government realizes this a problem they need to address?
I'm beginning to suspect that 9/11 was a secret government conspiracy
so that Bush could justify an invasion in the interest of national security
where are the weapons of mass destruction they were so desperate to destroy?
It seems like taking the Iraqi oil fields was the only reason troops were deployed

I don't know about you America but I feel like a whore
while the Bush Administration runs out the White House doors
and like a good trick when he's done he leaves money on the table
then has the nerve to tell me to spend so the economy may become more stable
the corporations have sold us out and with the Chinese we're now in bed
more Chinese goods in America even some with paint containing lead
we used to be a country that thrived on production
now all we do is go to war and cause global destruction
the dollar is in the toilet and not worth the paper on which it is made
could it be because we're at a deficiency in international trade?
the Bush Administration has us again in debt to the tune of trillions
yet how is it that Republicans are still raking in the millions?

I don't know about you America but I feel like a whore
when the biggest John leaves us broken, bitter and sore
the Secretary of State believes the propaganda that's she spinning
the Joint Chief of Staff insists this war we are winning
but all we've done is cause chaos and confusion
It seems like America is the problem and not the solution
how many more soldiers will return disabled and lame
before the Bush Administration assumes any of the blame?
they talk in a manner that's most condescending
yet fail to remember that it's OUR tax dollars they're freely spending
let's not mention those "Hanging Chads"
we all knew brother Jeb had the election in the bag

we use one country against another to further our objectives
and when push comes to shove we drop them when there's nothing left to give
after Afghanistan and they way they dealt with bin Laden
why are they surprised that towards us his heart is now harden?
I don't know about you America but I feel like I've been betrayed
at least in the Clinton Administration only Monica got played

this poem took me 10 angry minutes to write


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #268 / Victory

I cannot concentrate on Calculus.
For while my friends are finding derivatives,
I dream of a young girl,
an angel with a dirty face,
her mother raped, her father disappeared
into the desert like a dying sandstorm
her brother, C-4 explosives strapped to his chest,
combusted in the middle of a Baghdad bazaar.
But she, oh she, lets not a tear
slide from her face to the sandy floor
even as strange men barge in,
wearing combat boots, wielding rifles
and chanting,
“victory,
victory,
victory”


Details | Epic | |

To Athena Part 1

It has occurred to me now that humanity has come to lack the culture once held 
O’ so very dear to our own existence.

  As Dante once walked with Virgil, down an epic path of  “Divine Comedy”, 
moving from hell to purgatory, and then onto heaven itself, I walk here and now 
with Homer.

  Writing again the tales of gods and men, the divinity; has it been not lost to all?  I 
say unto this with the utmost of ease, “Nay”.

  My life is now that of who I once was, none have known me until all my writings 
have been both written and read; you see, within me Homer lives.

  As we have both now done, though he much more than I; have sang out to the 
muses, to the heavens, to the gods of lore; to have our words heard by more than 
just the mortal ear; to be felt by the souls of all.
  
  Within this I defy the church of God; I say again, “Nay unto thine oppressive 
virtues, what thou teaches to those of this world is but half the truth; your church 
has forgotten the history of our kind”.

  Unto all that stand with me; is this quest now taken, that I now again walk “Lady 
Fate’s” path, wearing my shoes, Homer’s shoes, the shoes that have for two 
millennium not tread upon ground.

  These shoes are however very thin, they allow me to feel again; every pebble, 
each unevenness that can be found; with each new step there is something new 
to be found.

  Now it is time for me to begin this long journey; once again I sing, I praise the 
gods of old; I now hail Athena and Aphrodite once more; my love forever unto 
these sisters.

  Let it be known unto all; I have returned, blood again rich, coursing through my 
veins, burning with desire, the passion that I am makes me now cry out, “I am 
Homerus, reborn from Athena’s will, for humanity again”.

  “I am now here; writing my hymns for all to see and love, my works again fill the 
libraries of mortal homes; they have, they will; I hail our gods, high in the 
heavens; I thank thee again Athena; the love thou has shown within my works”.

  There must never again be such a long span between my lives; two thousand 
years, I have held my pen in silence; not writing one word; now within my return; 
this new fashion of pen brings forth my new words, again for all to hear, even the 
gods in the heavens.

  Now unto those that try to keep us in their oppressive rule; “Thou art no longer to 
suppress us, we are again free”; censorship be damned; my words will never be 
silenced by any political factions.


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To Athena Part 2

  To the muses of today; my praise unto thee; my old songs still alive; works now 
found everywhere; free unto any and all that are willing to read my words; it is for 
humanity itself that Athena had bestowed upon me this gift; the gift of harmonized 
thoughts, poetry.

  For it was when she herself, Athena; leaving Olympus, came unto me, for 
humanities sake; she explained to me the reasons for all the voices we hear 
within our selves; “I praise thee Athena, your divinity has taught me how to listen 
to all I hear; that which is within and that which is not”.

  It was indeed you Athena; blessed art thou goddess, the gifts you have given 
me; “May the muses again sing my songs aloud; may men again laugh at the 
satirical hymns; may our political opressors again be unfree’d by that which was 
bestowed upon me”; by all that is truly righteous; “Thank you goddess, my praise 
unto you Athena!”
  Now mankind has lost so very much; the wars, famine and plagues of the past; 
the sins committed by the churches followers who seek to control 
humanity;  “Why has thou done such horrid things? Thou has destroyed the great 
library of Crete, and for what, again for human greed; I say unto thee, thou has 
committed a grievous sin indeed, a sin that can only be repented by the truth of 
history; yee that worship god.”

  As I did in Crete; here in this new age; where humanity lacks so very much the 
soul it had when Colossus stood over the ancient harbor; I have shouted out the 
words that Athena has given unto me; I cry now to have them understood.

  “Hear me muses, angel and gods alike, I call out to all once more; with my 
words help me now to bring back that which has been lost to mankind for O’ so 
many centuries; rise in song with me for I am Homerus!”

  Within this new life that Athena has set me in; I am bound into the life of a bard; 
living in a land that was stolen by those that rule us now; I will be heard by all 
those that still value the written words of my songs.

  My words, unlike those of the churches; not to be forced upon mortals; it is 
those that long for culture, the people that are righteous in their hearts, that I 
again write by Athena’s hand; it is upon her path that I walk my life; my dreams 
are once again put to paper.