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Heinrich Heine Revisited

I can clearly sense your utter despair of Der Matratzengruft*
As you valiantly carried on your poetic works to the very end.
This did not change your literary accomplishments well-known,
And your courage through the misery and morphine* is undeniable.

Your lyrical poetry speaks volumes among all of German literature,
And it was most marvelously set to music by the likes of Schumann,
Schubert, Silcher, Mendelssohn, Brahms, and Strauss—to name a few. 
Their melodic tones as applied to your verses then, now live on forever!

Your role in and principal contributions to Romanticism fall in line
With the highest quality of your poetic language and its intention.
Your role in battling early nineteenth-century censorship in Prussia set 
You out front of many of your contemporaries who resisted much less.

It’s so tragic Herr Heine that your literary resistance so prominent in
Challenging Prussian censorship would make you ever so more noted,
And besmirched as the Nazis in 1933 burned your books and those of
Other German scholars as a reflection of their insane and twisted beliefs!

It’s with great irony indeed that the banning and burning of your works by 
The Nazis was parodied further by them as they ignobly quoted and used
Your famous line from “Almansor,”* when you likened that “where books 
Are burned, in the end people will be burned too.” We know what they did!

And so, with both honor and sadness I do understand the very cry of lament
From the confines of your mattress-grave about your final exquisite poetry,
Written through writhing pain and tears as you faced the end of your life.
It took great courage to face your end like this while staying true to your Muse!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved (December 15, 2014) 
(Narrative Quatrain poetic format)

*Der Matratzengruft from the German means “The Mattress-Grave.” 
(Heinrich Heine was confined to his bed, his “mattress-grave,” in 1848
with various illnesses until his eventual death eight years later in 1856.)

*Heine poetically referred to his pain predicament in the poem “Morphine,”
written near the end of his life, when he noted in two famous verses: 
“Gut is der Schlaf, der Tod ist besser—freilich / Das beste waere, nie
Geboren sein.” (In English: “Sleep is good, Death is better—of course, /
Best of all would be never to have been born.”)

*Almansor was a play written by Heine in 1821 that had a most famous 
line in German: “Das war ein Vorspiel nur, dort wo man Buecher verbrennt,
verbrennt man auch am Ende Menschen.” (Rendered in English: “That was
but a prelude; where they burn books, they will ultimately burn people as
well.”) The significance here is that as the Nazis burned the books of Heine
and other German artists on the Opernplatz in Berlin in 1933, they actually
celebrated this event by “engraving” Heine’s famous words from “Almansor”
in the ground at the Opernplatz site. The obvious depravity of this terrible
event reflects the innate cruelty, stupidity and evil of the Nazis as they 
burned the books and defiled the names and reputations of Heine and other 
famous German writers. Their actions were monstrous and shameful, and 
were indicative of mankind’s base instincts at their very worst. Moreover, 
despite converting to Protestantism from Judaism in 1825, Heine’s Jewish 
origins played a continuing presence in his life and were one of the major 
factors for his being scapegoated by the Nazis later in 1933. And besides,
the Nazis were always more interested in burning books, rather than 
reading them!  

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Montage Poetry

The words we use become pictures into lives
Pictures from words spread out for all to see
This is what becomes of our poetry
Has the makings of a montage to me
With words we complete many pictures
Pictures then arranged to fit in closeness
And so with our poetry I do believe
We create a montage for all to see

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New Deal

New Deal

Black Tuesday
     October 1929
     Vanishing wealth; stocks decline

Great Dust Bowl
     Windstorms and drought, top soil gone
     Breadbasket empty; nature’s con

     He’s the man, New Deal imposed
     Opportunities renewed; hopes rose

New Deal Reigns
     Work offered by the CCC
     Saves the lost American dream

Recession Echo
     The winter plunge 2009
     Who will save our dreams this time?

Reality Knocks
     Frustration with Congress, current events
     November elections a time to vent

New Deal Needed
     Americans looking for leadership
     Power from sheep about to be stripped

*For Constance, a Rambling Poet’s “Create your own form, maybe?” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire
I work frequently in this form that I choose to call “Headline Couplets.”  It includes a 
headline followed by rhyming couplets that address the concept, person or event in 
the first line of three-line verses.  Probably inspired by my years as a journalist.

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Aliens Choking on Oxygen

I was here I was here First I was here First Take a breath of oxygen Your choking on confidence The lights are on but you cant see Slit wrist Bleed You took my life from me Let us come back You stole the air we breath Let us come back I was here first Choking on oxygen I was here first Choking on oxygen I was here first Choking on oxygen You took my life from me Let us come back You stole the air we breath Let us come back Choking Like Aliens Choking on oxygen
to hear the song search youtube for "Aliens Choking on Oxygen" Heliosonic written by Sara Perle and Omar Masri

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the day you flew to Heaven

           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "

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The Old Homestead

Orphaned footsteps round the old place.
Pitch black soil, packed deep with bartered
coin and Indian heads – wood and otherwise,

coat her worn leather shoes, Hutterite chic. 
The long land screams within its own silence.
Prairie sage burns somewhere, a ghostly smudge

for the undulating grass and, those it serves.
Its alive scent makes the dead turn towards 
its head - and the barely living turn to listen. 

The impossibly endless horizon holds its bright 
blue at bay, begging acknowledgement for 
its self-professed being and looming enormity.

She looks at the broken window glass and 
through the tattered, delicate gray lace. “Those 
were hers.” She whispers to the one who listens. 

This great-great-granddaughter sees the curtains 
as they once were – wistful in the hot Manitoba 
wind; fresh and lowing with the honest elemental 

scent of aspens, hope and bare-knuckle wash boards; 
always fresh; shifting in the cry for solace in summer 
shadows – never as still as this moments endlessness.

Blowing through the deep brown of splintered pine 
front doors; cracking the announcement of cast iron, 
rot and burnt wood comes the simple statement of – 

I lived. This mother of five young does not cry, 
just yearns to walk in the old ones footsteps;
to know them loved; hear the birdsong through

unbroken bedroom windows for a 5am waking; 
feel the resistance of dough on fingers that beg 
to be broken, and kiss the twisting undead, living. 

The burning of the noonday sun taps her whole,
marking; branding her pale Swedish skin its own.
The red sting of burnt breaks her inward silence, 

welcoming her familiar face home.

© Kristin Reynolds 3 29 2009

*Reposted for John's Summer Celebration Contest. This is a personal celebration; 
celebrating and honoring my great grandparents who settled in Manitoba after leaving 
Sweden and Denmark. This celebrates the summer of family, at least for me. We went there 
every summer until it was gone...

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If History Was Food

< Plato liked his full
Ceaser liked his salad
And Molotov had a burning desire for cocktails
And of cause Wellington was upper crust
But who do you think had to pay for all this
Monet of cause
But the face of Helen of Troy looked as if she had

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Inside Job

Building castles in the air,
Gold and diamonds everywhere;
You were the brightest stars in your own skies

In empty space you built your dreams
Behind  computer screens
You rode in long expensive cars
 Drank in all the trendy bars
As all the while you lied and bet
Against the ones who'd hoped to get
Some small piece of our communal pie;
They bought your homes and with them bought the lie.

     It was all an inside job
     Pulled by a faceless mob
     Of bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
     It was all an inside job
     By a thoughtless, greedy mob
     Of men who rob the poor to sleep on silk.

Smoking candles, fallen flowers
Foreclosed homes and broken hours -
This is the aftermath of what you've done,
Games ill played and  ill begun.

And the rich keep getting richer
Though they've painted us the picture
Of what happenswhen you set the weasels free.
They've no concern for you or me
Or the discrepancies we see;
Should be enough for us that they should always be.
No one's punished ,no one pays,
And they remain, complacent in their ways.

     It was all an inside job
     Staged by the untouched mob
     Of bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
     It was all an inside job
     Perpetrated by the mob
     Of men who rob the poor to sleep on silk.

And now this evil season
Has descended without reason
And the sheep will stand and wait
To receive their unearned fate.

I hope you're proud, you sleep at night
While masses live by candlelight
May your riches find you lone and cold
When you at last are frail and old
And no one mourns your passing days
And none thought loyal will stay
To watch with you all through the coming gloom
That pushes you, now helpless, to your tomb.

Castle building in the air
Gold and diamonds everywhere;
The brightest stars will dim away
Replaced by others, other days.

     And so it goes, the inside job
     Brought off by the blacksuited mob
     The bankers, lawyers and their ilk.
     The framers of the inside job
     That heartless, faithless, grasping mob
     Will one day drown, beneath a sea of silk.

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Phryne II

Greece you are waiting for me.
With white speechless marbles
within the August heat.
With sullen and loveless areopagites
carving my name on sea-shells.

Hypereides, you liar.
Praxiteles, oh so blind.
You Xenocrates, son of the *****.

And me that I was thought
I would return bearing banners
to rebuild your Thebes.

A roar under the earth.
Ashes in the wind.
Athens rises in the sky
and charges against me.

Why should I be afraid?
Why should I run for a shelter?
I don’t want you to cover my eyes.
I want to see the terror in yours,
when after the execution
you’ll find me at the exit,
waiting for you
with a molotov cocktail in my hands.

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My Rodeo Cowboy

papa said 
son what you going to do 
with your life

now that you have 
no money job 
or wife

he said papa
I'm going to 
leave this town

think I'll
join up with the rodeo 
and break them bulls down 

Maybe even rope
me a stallion or
even a clown

Son you better
take another 
look around

for theres no money
for bull riders
thrown to the ground

or being stepped on
by a horse or bull
weighing over eight hundred pounds

Papa I promise 
Ill make you proud
of your rodeo cowboy when I'm done

And promise 
not to be thrown or bucked off
to the ground

So papa please come
visit when our show's
in town

for I'll be 
the one riding high on 
the biggest bull that's found

hanging on for just 
eight seconds while I'm
listening for that bells sound

just kicking those sides
of horses and bulls
jumping up and down

with coming out your
top rodeo champion and
bull rider found

Tribute To
The Rodeo Cowboys 
and Cowgirls

Hang Tough

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Blind Sight

Back in the day when a horse was a need
And a sword was a weapon to fear
Poets were druids and music was magic
And an eye interfered with an ear
So musical poets were blinded by swords
White hot and held very close
So all they had left was a hearing of tone
And  an opening way of reprisal
They felt their duty to blind with their beauty
So that listeners felt so alone
They  would need to be led
And of course would be bled
By the king they had put on the throne
The songs taught them so well
That the king went to hell
And the blinded then held a revival
Nowadays poets can see and be free
Stand on their own and be whole
It’s the way we come into the world
Using all senses the mind comprehenses
To heal all the scars of  the soul
Pain’s for the body to deal with
Soul’s a creation to hold
As the only thing one can own
Leaving  this wonder unfurled
Is the way we go out of this world

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In Memoriam (Che Guevara)

I woke up this morning with tears in my eyes,
your face was in the morning paper;
they shot you dead like a dog,
hunted you out all day and night.

They said you'd always been a bad seed
and youths were dying because of you;
they said you're a criminal on the run
with a dirty face and shaggy head.

But I know you better than they do,
you preached love to all the people;
you fought for them, young and old,
you lit up their nights with your heart.

And now as I see you lying dead,
it seems my dreams have vanished as well;
they can call you names, any names they want,
but I know there's only one like you, 
there's only one like you, 
there's only one Che Guevara.
              (Repeat Refrain)
You lit up their nights with your heart,
you lit up their nights with your heart,
you lit up their nights with your heart.

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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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Beethoven Opus 133---poetically

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

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NO MAN STANDS ALONE - The Ballad of Barney Ross

No man stands alone
in the street, the ring or the combat zone
some lay in the gutter
some sit on a throne
but no man stands alone

At the age of fourteen 
he had a dream
to become a rabbi 
Chicago 1924
then his dad was killed by men
who tried to rob the family store
his brothers and sisters were sent away
to an orphanage where they would stay
and though his faith was blown away
he vowed to bring them home someday

To God and man revenge he swore
he walked with gamblers, 
hoods and whores
he fit right in 
then on a whim
he walked into a boxing gym
he fought Canzoneri in ‘33
for the lightweight title victory
he made up with God 
and finally
he could reclaim his family

Those McLarnon fights 
were the stuff of lore
the only man 
to ever put him on the floor
he won two out of three, 
then in the Armstrong bout
he nearly died 
but was never knocked out
then in 1941
the Japanese pulled a sneaky one
so he joined the marines 
and he got a gun
and he sailed into the rising sun

On Guadalcanal, 
he fought so brave
overmatched like old King Dave
he put twenty attackers 
in an early grave
for the one marine 
whose life he saved
in a hospital bed 
for months and days
they kept him in a morphine haze
then sent him home 
strung out and beat
to the pushers on the mean, mean street

Hollywood was very keen
to put his story on the silver screen
but they focused on the drug abuse
he tried to sue 
but what’s the use?
Barney Ross was brave and strong
they couldn’t keep him down for long
his rabbi said that he must try
to be a model Jew in the public eye

but from the public eye he slipped
like a phantom radar blip
they say he hunted Nazi criminals
and he ran some guns to Israel

Barney Ross was brave and strong
I thought that he deserved a song
he did some bad
he did some good
and he saved the world
the best he could

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Country Boy, City Slicker On CD

Well, I moved into town to live like a city slicker,
Loaded my truck, found a place, and here I am,
Though a country boy has a head a bit thicker,
City life is not so hard to understand,

And I've been learnin' how to use a computor,
How to do some picture takin' with a cell phone,
How to get insurance for my truck and motor scooter,
But city life is nothing like back home,

Because where I come from, they call it the boonies,
Dirt roads, back woods, life as country as can be,
Though now I'm mixed in with all the town loonies,
They'll never take the country out of me,

Yea, I can still plant me a nice little garden,
Though not nearly as big as it use to be,
And still listen to country music, Dolly Parton,
She's on my coffee mug for all to see,

And I still get to do some dear huntin'
For those split tails runnin' 'round here,
And I make sure to keep my truck tuned and runnin'
By way of Auto Zone, or I'd run out of beer,

Yea, I livin' in the hood, straight from the boonies,
It's great be an American and free,
Though I'm mixed in good with all the town loonies,
They'll never take the country out of me,

Yea, I moved into town to live like a city slicker,
And I'm doin' the best that I can...
I can drive by Churchill Downs and hear the horses nicker,
I'm just a country boy with a city slicker plan,
I can drive by Churchill Downs and hear the horses nicker,
I'm still a country boy, yea, that's who I am,
Though a country boy has a head a bit thicker,
City life is not so hard to understand.

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Haikus About God: V

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

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Come Lie With Me

Come lie down.
Beside me 
there’s no other.
Push my firm words
inside your head, 
my hard love,
‘cause tough love 
crack tough skull.
You’re revolving on the rim.
come down to me, 
a stream of knowledge.

A woman was here.
Inside my head
I hold books.
She went with bungalow 
and children.
Children are children; 
like monkeys they mimic 
Her every step painted in vivid green.
come lie down.
Beside me my story is. 
The truth 
is never a tale 
spilled from sweetened lips. 

come down here, 
come lie down.
Beside me 
there is none 
that can whisper this chronicle, 
my chocolate story – 
bitter-brown  – 
composed with blood and feather pen.
Sculpted in her head is 
her post-colonial self.
Come taste of the wine I’m poured.
Come, come,
come lie with me.

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Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?

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I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?

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If History Was Food Part 2

If history was food part 2

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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?

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Come As You Are

At one point in my life i was an artist
I used to paint and draw
Covering a piece of paper
In beautiful colors
And my art told a story
The sort of story you couldn't talk about
I used to go to school every day
Showing up late 
Wasn't something I'd do
But i dropped out
Leaving my education behind
I played the bass guitar
In a band called 
The Nocturnal
My fingers ran against that bass
Pure magic
The sound of the gods
Setting out to destroy the world
Pure Punk straight from Seattle
At one point i was clean
Sober and pure like a new born baby
Falling further into 
What you now call 
Screwing up my veins
with every shot of herion
Killing my brain cells
With every joint i smoked
Clogging up my nose 
With every pill you could have known
I used to write lyrics
About my life
My childhood
I used to write journals
The ones you read in the book 
that was published of me
I got up on that stage every night
As i was
Nothing fake
Nothing glamourous
Only a few scars
One shot of heroin
Come as you are
The words only speak for 

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The Undisputed

The Undisputed

 I usually prevail when mostly other have doubts,

 as my hostel rival friends taunt, boo and shout,

 when they know my mind is focus on that title bout.

 I took the stubborn champ to the limit with a reserve

 of deadly impact of fresh crushing blows therefore

 had the ruthless undefeated champ dazed, shocked,

 and lay resting looking at my dancing toes as

 I exit to go ending the big show.

 2/15/11 by Keith K. Relf

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Ancient History

I went to the VA Hospital and was surprised to see
that most of the patients were old gray haired fools like me.
I asked: “Where are all of the wild young boys who went to the ‘Nam?”
I was told that they were now a small footnote in the annals of ancient history.
I asked: “How can that possibly be?”
I was told that history books are written by stern professors in college backrooms
and not by the wild young boys who actually survived the events of ancient history.

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F Bomb

“F Bomb”
By Nate Spears

I got the heart of a man name Malcolm
The visions of Martin Luther
The tongue of Emmett Till
The brains of Medgar Evers

Can I get a window seat
Away from defeat
Can I get park for the kids to play
Next to the spot
Where Rosa refused her seat

Langston in my pen
Proud, young, and free
Handsome and intelligent
The government targets me
In a second
My history is a blessing
The court system in racist
Society shows the traces.

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Save Me

Save Me
By: IzaDonna

Look in the mirror
Do you recognize her
Do you see the coldness in her eyes
Do you see where the darkness lies
Hidden secrets of the past
To late, the spells been cast
And as the stars arise
My own self will be my demise

So you think you can save me
Finally set my retched soul free
Be my ultimate savior
You thinking ur doing me a favor
But just let me alone
My fate is only my own

I get u try and u care
But thru it all u weren't there
I cant move on from my past
The agony I feel will always last
The knife is in way to deep
So let me shut my eyes and sleep
Cause u can't fix whats already broken
The pain I feel is better left unspoken


So as the darkness creeps in
I feel I'm paying for my sins
No way to escape
My soul is yours to take
Just let me bleed these tears
Just let me lay here
Looking up at the sky
I ask God why


Cause you can't fix what isn't broken
The pain is better left unspoken

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Deadman Wonderland

Now that you're becoming Undone It's time to have some fun In Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao The setting Red Sun of Kali Shows it's time for your life to Pay We are the Kind to be feared -your friends We look like anyone you see Thuggee--Death's Devotees Face our treachery Bhowanee we must please She needs more--we have found our mark, our mark Won't you be the one to save humanity? Can't you see this is Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Sacrifice! For The Black-Skinned Queen Sacrifice! For Our Mother Kali Sacrifice! It's Not Enough Sacrifice! No Mercy! This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland

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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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Me... I was standing on that stranded Island...... alone........ Looking back..... into my Life... the past...... I felt.... I was not alone in those..... I was surrounded with my friends, relatives and all... But here in the end.... I became alone...... For ever.... I felt like I was a romantic poet those days..... I looked into the mirror of time..... The past... I knew that I was a poet..... An artist..... A performer...... More than all, I was a clown to all..... I went back to to the time along with my memories.... There I saw her..... She was with me...... She was Crying, Laughing, Teasing me..... I felt....... I was in her lap..... for decades or more.... But today even she left me....... and I am alone...... Again I went back along with my memories...... There I saw my mother...... I was with her ..... for more than several years..... Now, I feel........ My mother was better any way... But I missed her..... All I know is I left all my fellow beings only for my love...... But today even she left me....... and I am alone......

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He Will Rock You -The story of David and Goliath to the tune of Queen's We Will Rock You

Goliath was a giant tall and strong,
With him on your side it wasn’t too long,
Before the battle was done,
Your side had won,
It was well and truly over before it’d begun!

He will, he will rock you,
He will, he will rock you

David was a young boy small but brave,
Couldn’t fit in the armour the king had gave,
It wasn’t his thing,
So took up his sling,
Now listen to the Israelite army sing.

He will, he will rock you,
He will, he will rock you

Goliath was a stoned man, what a surprise,
That pebble had hit him right in the eyes,
Dave cut of his head,
The Giant was dead,
God was with the child just like he said!

He will, he will rock you,
He will, he will rock you

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Tower of Babel

Written by the wisest of man
The reign of loss; the age of sand
Ancient scribes search in their hearts
For what will be once they depart

The course is vain, carved by self-need
The river flows from beauty to greed
Gods of love detached from their sight
Excuses now to murder the light

Wisdom knows the pleasure that sings
In the minds of desperate things
Just one pretext and all would collapse
Into the world which they are now trapped

Open eyes scanning for sight
The darkened mass creating the night
The ashen blood coating their dreams
In which they laugh for lack of true sleep

A world of one, Babylon’s pride
The tower formed, pleasing their lies
The wakeful flow with passion unhinged
But love is caught and numbed by syringe

Written now for the wisest of those
That may awake from forceful repose
A guiding star upon inner truth
Awake to strength or find it removed

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Writing On Walls

Listen, Listen, Listen -
Open up your eyes and ears
See the starlight, watch it, feel it as it
Glistens, Glistens, Glistens -
Reflecting coldly off the teeth between the gears.

Run, Run, Run -
Come and see what's going down
Watch the people, hear 'em, fear 'em with their
Guns, Guns, Guns -
No time left for us to fool around.

     These things we're doing can't be right
     These deeds done in the dark of night
     We'd better stop and answer the calls
      From the Other Side, stop writing on their walls.

Look, Look, Look -
Read the things we're posting up there
Know the meanings, seek 'em, find 'em in those
Books, Books, Books -
That is, if you really do care.

Getting, Getting, Getting
Ask yourself what you really want
Taste the bitter, weigh it, say it while you're
Fretting, Fretting, Fretting
Over all the things of which you're not so sure.

     These things we're doing can't be right
     These deeds committed in the dark of night
     We'd better stop and answer the calls
     From the Other Side, stop writing on their walls.

     These things we're saying can't be true
     These things we're writing can't be what we want to do
     We'd better stop and listen to the calls
     From the people on the Other Side, and read the writing on the walls.

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Breakfast At Caeser's

The brains of all the universe
hide in the waste and cold of dark
where thought can never make them worse
and where they'll never leave their mark
        and never more take charge of man
         more than one time since time began.

What follie's layed into your mind
where kith is lost and dire in need
as unborned failed to even find
the spark of life on which to feed?
       Is being dumb come to be sin
        and so is cut the line that's thin?

Dine on brahkwurst if you need fat
but Caeser feels the constant need
to have His pasta long and flat
and sprinkled with pure mustard seed.
        And in your colon it may spread 
         and freshen all that's in your head.

Ah! Those are but the birds and bees!
As welcomed as the day grows near,
refreshing as an April breeze
if it's the northern hemisphere,
         All time stands still until the tune
          Jesus is here, or coming soon.

There's many slip twixt now and then
and Caesers head is stamped on gold,
he's gone to Palistine again
to get away from damp and mold;
       and waste is waste upon the floor
        though left by one we'd all adore.

If thought's upon your suicide
in hope's the afterlife's more fun
your disapointment can not hide
no matter where your soul might run.
       Caligula has his breakfast here
         two poached in hot Italian beer.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

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Understanding Of The End

The time is upon us, yea it is at hand, Things are not what they seem
Im not sure that i really understand
What do you want from me, Is it me?
What do i do, Do I need to take your hand?
Who are these adversaries and What is their plans?,
Am I an instrument, for the ultimate end
Or is it another lesson to be learned, That alone, I can not stand.
What do my dreams mean, are they signs from you?
Are they prophecy, are they the glue
to the pieces of my life, that lead me to you?

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hello my friend, stranger walk by,
borrow a moment, spare me your lie,
through pen of the narrow and mist of an eye,
below absolute zero, someone will die;
sentence to rambler, apple hereby,
flute of the meadow, mandrake will cry,
in front of the riddler second might try,
get out of here mortal,
exit near by-e.

angry as he strike out his pen,
get out of here demon, get out of this den,
in thousands of years how long has it been,
when scriptures wear sandals;
on meadow you land, many bear seasons,
stakes shall bend, lantern still burning,
your letter is send.

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By: IzaDonna

Do you realize the lonely girl
With the fake smile on her face?
No one would have ever thought
She ever felt out of place
Using jokes to deal with pain
Pushing feelings deep down below
No one ever realized she needed help
The realization was not at first known

Somebody please help her
Make her open up at last
Her downward spiral is spinning fast
Make her finally see
That all her troubles can be set free
She doesn't have to pretend

They waited to long to help
As she slipped away from light
Trying to bring her back
Bring her back to this life
The light flooded back in
As she breathed life once again
A chance to start anew
A chance to make amends


So you might think shes weak
But shes survived more than you know
So don't be so quick to judge
When she reaches her all time low
If you would have cared from the start
Then maybe she wouldn't have felt so alone
Cause then her smile would be sincere
And her happiness would be shown

Chorus X2

No more pretending

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Armageddon Pt 1

It's bout to get worse
It was written in the verse
The truth hurts

When the time comes
No one's gonna hold up a sign
saying it's time to "get right"
It's gone come like a thief in the night!
Blowin' up and wreckin ish!
The war you want is the war you gone get
It was written before our time
We keep looking at the signs
manifest before our very eyes
constantly denying our right
to be one of the meek ones of our time

We're at the end of what used to be existence
Every super power will answer to a higher power 
so pray repentence
The time is closer than any distance
From Washington to Obama
No one will escape the wrath!
Hope you choose the right path!
Narrow is the gate of the righteous tracks
that are imprented on the mind of the omnipotent one
Will you be spared life on earth with the meek ones
and accurately take in knowledge of his son?
OR will you perish in the dust
never to be awakened again?
No consciousness of sin

It's in the verses
Read it, see it, live it, rehearse it
You see the times changing
You see the minds fading
You see the world and how messed up it is
You see that nigga satan and his curses!
I pray to have a chance to live a beautiful paradise on earth like it say in the verses!


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Colorless, Sweet-Smelling Mind Control

Hello, Skeptical Mind Controlled

I dance in the pale moon light
under the devils nine delights 
he watch's me play without a care   
under the technical deceit of mind bending needled wear 

You many be a skeptic 
so the devil laughs 
but he will put your blind at easy 
no need, to pay (PRAY) to God
you have already prayed (PAYED) to me
without your consent 
i have place a many of agents
to pump your den with many unscented things 
called incapacitating agents

OH! do not think i do this just for fun
this physiological warfare 
is a means, to a money making end
to which your hole (WHOLE) family 
can join the hell on in  

you look so at peace when, your at sleep 
and my minions sing chloroformed lyrics to your many of dreams 
then your heart is mind (MINE) and i control you 

so what the first thing i will make you do!

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The Ex-soldier

I happen upon a veteran, once,
An old man
With a four-sprang cane
And war tales
Stretched like China wall.
This event transpired in very recent past.
The man turned out to be pterodactyl
And flew away. 
I fell upon a boy, once,
A once child soldier,
A hero
From youth and life.
Oh, how time has changed.
Men are taught to bicker,
Children are trained to fight. 

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Heavy Conflict Don't bother Me

I fast boy, this aint no foot race
What you playing?
What, you think you got a game ginni in your game pack
Well, I paint Black
And stain them in Pain on rare occasions
Occassionaly coming up in death throes
Dead body is my stomping ground on this beat
My melody be blasting bastards, knocking em backwards
the Force of theses 5 Felonies be unappropriate behaviors
And if you ever seen me in, 
Well, when you seem me you'll be very quiet
And if you thought it was adequate
my accurrecy so precise you can't phantom the damn damage
You know Im real skilled, and the satisfaction of it leaves me upset still
It was Mercy from God for me to carry this pain cause it suits me like it is a deep love
If Seashell's is ever in Hell then I'll be busting a knucklehead if he wants to act a badass
This aint a brag, no we never come in a boast boy,in my conduct I be, I promise you honorable,I standup as I stand for a higher standard
and when i get mad i act bad, When im in a heavy conflict
jaxattacks are my chosen tactics,
And nowhere in my eyes does she see me ever being a leader or getting the best of a ***** when she on my badside
My Blood cleansed that land, I faced the devil slanging quarters and halves in every which direction like my creation changed due to evolution thru the fact that i was moving too ****ing fast man, But i grew out of it like I went from panic to romantic attacks
From the battles with the devil and demons and nets set , and tribulations and Mania and Im still maniac, Still A disciple of Ninjitsu, my senses still keen, iM SINGLE till i get my possessions back, the love in my heart concealed, its so hard to hide my love I feel so many sharp p[ains,Love Felt feel these steel bars they are a million you would have to go thru to hope to find one, a connection u never dectected the quality of,im 10 times 99topics liike im a balla up talking in manner never heard of, be the bang that yo body been starving for, rt

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For You And Me

It  was  for you and me ,
That Jesus left His throne,
Bore the scourge and agony,
Shivered His flesh and bone,

It was for you and me,
He took the awry tour,
Towards the dreaded Calvary,
Summed His tortured  hours,

It was for you and me,
That Jesus bore the cross,
Paid the greatest penalty,
That death supposed be ours,

It was for you and me,
He wailed the gloomiest cry,
It was for you and me,
Jesus was nailed to die,

Oh, that you and I may see,
Our wickedness beyond measure,
Jesus to set us free,
In our stead bore the torture,

His love mysterious great,
Knocks  the door of all men's heart,
His mighty power recreates,
Renews our lives whole to restart,

It was for you and me,
When on the third day death sufficed,
The savior left His grave,
Victorious he arised,

He rose back to His throne,
Sitting by His Father's side,
Prepare! He's coming soon,
Today is to decide,

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The pain of change as it unfolds
Is oft a tale that stays untold
What is seen is a whole creature
not deep holes in the feature
nor concrete soles that makes his feet hurt

It all begins with a soft kiss
He is walking with a false bliss
Only following in paw prints
But the nature of mom's lips
Is to rob him of all innocence

Trapped in warm spindles of fear
A wrapped life form kindles in here
Four years bound to shingles of moss
Time to leave this life of sloths
Break free like that of a moth
and Rise again like Christ on the cross

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Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey -- shaped as his top hat


Uncle Sam's Hokey Pokey
                                     l      l      l       l        l 
                                     ya' put your red flag in
                                      put your red flag out
                                       put your red flag in
                                               and ya'
                                       shake it all around.
                                       *           *          *
                                  ya' stop this hocus pocus
                              and we'll turn this thing around
                                end war's what it's all about!

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Thirteen Quart Weekend

There once was a time when that car wasn't mine.
And as far as I was concerned that was just fine.
But then I grew up and I wanted to drive.
And that first weekend made me feel so alive.

A 66 Chevy Impala, four door.
By a young man's standard's, it was something to adore.
But the engine leaked oil.
But my fun it wouldn't spoil.
13 quarts, she did drink those two days.

I know you would think that my heart would just sink.
But my Dad fixed her up in a blink.
An oil sending unit was what she did need.
To stop the incessant oil drinking greed.

I made some nice memories in that splendid car.
Just driving round town, didn't have to go far.
I sold her for just as much as I paid.
That car did me right, to just get betrayed.

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Iksiri zehir kendim

Ne dusle senle  gecti  yillar
Ne hikayeler  senle  yasadik birlikte
Bir gun yakin asik
Bir gun yabanci
Omur goctu boyle
Sanki  sen dusman bana
Hep birlikte yasanan  yillara
Kusmusun sevdasin boylesine
Soframdan  tat  almayan  sen
Yeni bir damak tadi  bulan ben
Sanki bilmem mi   gecmisimi 
Hic bitmeyen yanardag  ofkeni  
Ve siddetini yasadikca seni
Unuttum desem   unutsam desem
Sevgimle ortsem desem
Ayni bitmeyen ofke
Ne yapsam bilemem
Bu nasil hastalik  bende
Iksiri  zehir  kendim

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Pledge Not The Allegiance

It's the third verse,
I got the urge to purge
All the curt words I've splurged,
I've submerged in sin,
I'll go to church repent,
Then go curse again,
Lets reverse this trend
We nurse tolerance,
When it might offend,
If I white wash my fence,
So try to not get tense,
When I do not defend, 
Those who chose to be dense
And not use their two cents,
To show kids the reverence,
For the pledge of allegiance.

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i don't wanna sit here 
in the garden, without you 
i don't want to be here 
falling apart, waiting for you 
cause i'm sick and tired 
of existing here, without you dear 
hanging onto nothing, hoping for something 

we're not adam and eve 
oh why can't you see 
how much i need you 
so hard to believe 
yet cannot conceive 
how much i love you 
i won't say sorry 
doesn't mean a damn thing 
cause you don't love me 
we can never be 

i'm not gonna stand here 
all evening, without a clue 
i'm not gonna be here 
sweetheart, bleeding just for you 
cause i'm sick and tired 
of burning here, without you dear 
hanging onto nothing, hoping for something 

we're not adam and eve 
oh why can't you see 
how much i need you 
so hard to believe 
yet cannot conceive 
how much i love you 
i won't say sorry 
doesn't mean a damn thing 
cause you don't love me 
we can never be 

you're not adam, 
more like the snake 
you're the phantom, 
that haunts me 
you can't be adam 
more like the snake 
you're the phantom, 
ripping my heart away 

we're not adam and eve 
oh why can't you see 
how much i need you 
so hard to believe 
yet cannot conceive 
how much i love you 
i won't say sorry 
doesn't mean a damn thing 
cause you don't love me 
we can never be

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A Running Chestnut- Acoustic Phonology

Toyous melody of childhood memories 	                                                          Board in tune becomes a high wire trapeze   						        Two cans and a string acoustic phonology 						               Each part paper comb sings the bucket drum 				                        With whizzing blade of grass in hands with breath hum  			              The paper roll trumpet blows ensemble strums         					    Running along the day grows as children play  				                   Rolling hillside a box becomes a sleigh  							     Tutor love pea shooter from across the way  				                      After a rain paper boat follows the drain    							           Bows arrows cornstalk fiddle finish reframe               					       Hoop and guider dolls cat and mouse homemade plain

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Who Are You?

Who are you to put disappointment
in my soul, and shatter the glass I broke
Punish the misunderstood with thorns of fire

The victimize frozen, and unworthy
Clouds neglected, weak and rejected
Water will secure the undecided thunder
Jealous roses will damage the roots of souls
Who are you to humiliate, and manipulate

Spirits of spirits
Soul of souls

Desperate fire so confused
So exhausted, impatient and frightened
The unworthy so traumatized, 
vulnerable, and ashamed of life
Who are you to attack

Who are you to be insecure
Who are you to be destructive
Your not, to be violated
Who are you to be defective
Who are you 
Who are you
Who are you
For I am you

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Barry Bright. ( Sung to Another Great Song. Charlie Brown.)

C, C, D, D and a F for you!
Everyone is failing. There's still one A, it's true!
Barry Bright. Barry Bright.
A shining light! He's Barry Bright!
Sitting in the front seat, 295 I.Q.
" I know the answer before the teachers ever do!"

He slips into the first desk,
slide rule in his hand.
Before the teacher asks us,
he's sticking up his hand!

Barry Bright, Barry Bright! 
He's up all night! That Barry Bright!
Sitting in the front seat, 295 I.Q.
" I know the question before the teachers even do!"  

He's writing out equations in the stall.
Quoting all the Shakespeare in the hall.
Answering in Latin when he's called.
Yes, me. YEAH, YOU! That's true.

He's got straight A's and now Harvard in his sights
We all go out while he studies every night.
Barry Bright. Barry Bright. 
A shining light! That Barry Bright.
Sitting in the front seat, 295 I.Q.
" I read the chapters before the teachers ever do!"

Mournful wailing sax solo while an abduction plot is hatched.

Now graduation, and he's got 5 degrees.
" Why is there no one who is as smart as me?!"
Barry Bright.  He's out of sight.
Barry Bright. He's out of sight.
Wrapped in a package, mailed it to cheers.
" Why did they have mail me out to a sultan in Tangiers?"

Suddenly joy filled sax solo as the sock hop starts hopping...

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America Melting Pot

A land where all our dreams come true,
A place where we can start brand new,
Where opportunity can chase us down,
Lord have mercy, may you always be found.

For decades, we have praised Your name,
Our slogan, “In God we trust” brought us fame,
We need your help God in our towns,
Lord have mercy, may You always be found.

Moments of silence brought us peace,
Many people’s prayers have drastically decreased,
Have we forgotten who will always be around?
Lord have mercy, may You always be found.

America we are so great, why are so many filled with hate?
Keep your prayers, keep your God, he will be there when things get hard,
For sometimes we need to fall on the ground, 
Lord have mercy, may You always be found.

His eyes are always watching over us,
United we stand, it is an absolute must,
Gods grace always abounds,
Lord have mercy, may You always be found.

A venture, a journey, many pursuing a goal,
Our sweet country can touch every soul.
You can learn so much even when there is not a sound,
Lord has mercy, may You always be found.

Where ever you go whatever you do,
There is always someone that can teach you something new,
A mixing feast that is so profound,
Lord have mercy, may You always be found.

By: Sabina Nicole

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you know its wrong 
but you do it to overpower the pain
not strong enough to stay away from it
you would die without it
in its presence your heart knows no shame
even if you try to win the fight
your heart will overrule your mind
Theres nothing you can do
its chained to you
you cant get free
look what this drug did to you

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Golden Girls Tribute

"Thank you for being a friend", that's how it goes.
Blanche will fly whichever way the wind blows.
"Traveled down the road and back again", is what they sing.
Rose waits for a light bulb, clueless to everything.
"Your heart is true, you're a pal and a confidante", goes the next line.
Sophia shares her sarcastic wisdom, making rose trick a mime.
"And if you threw a party, invited everyone you knew", as the song plays.
Here comes Dorothy, intelligent and bossy, so set in her ways.
"you would see, the biggest gift would be from me" It's almost done.
The Golden girls bring so much fun.
"And the card attached would say" as the show portrays,
"Thank you for being a friend".
Sophia, Dorothy, Blanche and Rose,
for eachother, a helping hand to lend.
The show possesses what the song does imply.
The women"s friendship a binding tie.
 A tribute to them as the legend lives,
Their warmth and caring continues to give.

April Wilson-"The Golden Girls"

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Abraham Lincoln

"Abraham Lincoln" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "The Battle Hymn of the 

Abraham Lincoln was our sixteenth president, you see-
His Emancipation Proclamation declared millions of slaves free
And though he was assassinated
Abe's spirit shines today
On every penny that is minted in the U.S.A..

Bonus activity: Abraham Lincoln had a humble beginning, born to poor farmers in a 
one-room cabin in Kentucky. Do you think Abe Lincoln would approve of his profile 
being on the penny? Discuss why or why not.

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All Along the Watchtower Re-Visited for 9-11

"There must be some kinda way to find out here"
Said the seeker to the stealer
"There's too much confusion
I'm struggling to be the reveal"

"Conglomerate men, they drink my wine
Politicians dig my earth
None will level on the line
Because none of them are worth it" hey

"There is reason to get excited"
The seeker, he kindly spoke
"There are many here among us
Who feel our governments a joke"

"Now you and I, we've lived through this
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour is getting late", hey


All along the watchtower
Liars kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too

Outside in the cold distance
The C.I.A. did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl, hey

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower

All along the watchtower on that tragic September day
We need some investigation, for someones has to pay
Now you and I, we've lived through this, and this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now, before this generations to late

We will always remember, and remember who we lost that day
We need some investigation, for someone has to pay
All along the watchtower, a nation in mournful cries
We are not so blind, it's amazing what you can see when you close your eyes

All along the watchtower
All along the watchtower

James, we lost you in Kensington, England. The Star Spangled Banner will
live long in your past. I can't say the same for some of your American so
called country people. Thank you for allowing me to gracefully use . . . .
'All Along the Watchtower' it's blatantly obvious someone was not.

To all the lost in the 9/11 tragedy, my thoughts will always be with you.

 All Along The Watchtower by Jimi Hendrix, with some lyrics changed 

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Upon this Christmas Day

He sleeps there in a stable
The babe born to the world
Both mother, father watch with care

Though swaddled in a cloth
He is born, yet, to be king
With but just rags for Him to wear

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day

For within the early morning
Angels brought the sky a voice
Calling forth those who wish to hear

Along then, came all others
Knowing truth within their hearts
That all now have nothing to fear

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day

Go forth and tell all others
Who had no chance to hear
The news of hope and of the joy

Let them know the Gift of God
That comes to save us all
His son sent as this little boy

This special morning
The sun now shines bright
From stars there in the Heavens
To the rise of morning light
The world now is much brighter
As angels, too, now play
There’s hope and happiness to share
Upon this Christmas Day

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Heart and Mind

* Heart & Mind *   

I wonder, and I wonder of this heart of mine, for I know there are so many things for 
me to find

I felt a pain so I left at the same time, to a small house that was designed

I passed the first and took the next in line, because the big house wasn’t finished so 
there wasn’t any time.

I jumped and entered, then did what I had to do at the time, and then something 
flashed across my mind, for there’re similarities of the same signs

I wonder, and I wonder, is she the true angel of mine, for she is full of the sweet 
sweet signs 

I wonder and I wonder, is she the true love of mine, for all that I know of her is that 
she straps the heart and mind: she’s caring, sharing and most of all my father’s 

I see her nose, especially her sweet smile, every time she crosses my mind, for with 
such a smile, she will always be in my mind

I never always get what I want but that’s ok; it is for the best at times 

But this time I am sure that if I don’t receive her, one thing for sure, she will always 
be apart of my mind

For she is a sweet little creature of my father’s design that will always be in my heart 
of mine

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_______________  =  Velocity

An equation with little importance
A lesson taken in physics class
But, something the physics teacher said made deep thoughts emerge
He said: “TIME goes on and never stops”

Places are visited and memories are cherished
Pictures are taken and smiles are captured
Walls embrace stones of reminiscence
TIME passes by, wishes are made, and we are enraptured

Age secretly whips pieces of our memory
Eyes narrow to symbolize remembrance
Then, we believe those pieces are lost
And our good TIMES vanished

These are nothing but mere ploys
Played by our mind
For those memories are at the back of our heads
Ready to appear whenever you, dear reader, want

To me,
T ales tune temperate  
I dioms idealize indigenous innuendos
M ajestic mnemonics mollify memoirs   
E xistence ends, Eternity endures ecstasy

Remember, dear passenger, that you are the leader
Lead TIME to the pleasant manors 
Show TIME the warmth of what is within itself
Reveal the secret of importance to every second in TIME…  

“Time is like a river. You can not touch the same water twice, because the flow that has 
passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment in life…” –Anonymous

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The 4th Branch

The voice of racism preaching the 
gospel is devilish a fake church 
called the Prophet Muhammad a 
terrorist forgetting God is not 
religion but a spiritual bond and 
Jesus is the most quoted profit in 
the Koran they bombed innocent 
people trying to murder sudaam 
when you gave him those chemical 
weapons to go to war with Iran this 
is the information that they hold 
back from Peter Jennings cuz 
condalisa rice is just the New Age 
Sally Hemings I break it down with 
critical language and spiritual 
anguish the Judas to hang with the 
guilt of betraing Christ you 
murdered his religion and painted 
and white translated in 
psychologically tainted philosophy 
the conservative political right wing 
ideology glued together sloppily the 
blasphemy of a nation got my bakk 
to the wall cuz I'm facing 
assassination Guantanamo Bay 
federal incarceration how could this 
be the land of the free home of the 
brave indigenous Holocaust and the 
home of the slaves corporate 
America dancing offbeat to the 
rhythm you really think this country 
never sponsored terrorism human 
rights violations we continue the 
saga El Salvador in the contras of 
Nicaragua and on top of that you 
still want to take me to prison just 
cause I won't trade Humanity for 
patriotism? ,immortal

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I Hear A Symphonie { Vignette}

reconised as one of the greatest harpsichordist 
his sonates for flute and harpsichord remain
an attractive part of chamber music repertoire
with six string symphonies he had written for
baron von swieten and arbiter elegentium in vienna
music by cpe bach is often listed with a reference number
from the catalogue of his works by wotquenne {wq}

Bach, Carl Philipp Emanuel

Can find his works at
Classics online .com

Entry For Brian Strand's FanFare Contest

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Rivers of Time

Dinosaurs waiting for stone to erode,
their skeletons covered, uncovered again,
iron that's forgotten the blood where it flowed
and phosphorous leached from a primitive brain--

delicate sabers of soft-stepping cats
enshrouded in shimmering oceans of sand,
strata of relative sediment that's 
concealing the bones of the earliest man--

visible traces of numerous beasts,
the sum of Earth's creatures forever enshrined--
signs of their passing won't slow in the least
the rivers and runnels of ongoing time.

"We loved the earth, but could not stay" ~ Loren Eiseley~

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La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin

La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin La Msytique est la Specatatrice du Divine Elle Parle au mot que je ne comprends pas "Soilel vous deffinissez est mien Pourtant vous, vous laisser il saigner Comme un nouveau vin Triste - ons ne Saurant Jamais Triste - ons ne Verront Jamias" Parle a moi, si prestine La Mystique La Sibylle Blanche du Rhin La Specatatrice du Divine Ton Voix sefane dans Le Chanson entrain de Mourir

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Amazing Grace Wash Over Me

A prayer for those who are in dispair along the Gulf Coast due to the BP Deepwater Horizon 
oil rig explosion. A prayer for those who waited and their loved ones did not return, Amazing 
Grace Wash Over Thee.

Amazing grace wash over me.
My tears are a river to the sea.
Lord above, we know you know,
the oil that is washing upon our coast.
Amazing grace wash over me,
and lift my soul up to Thee.
Lord above, hear my prayer,
for those who are in dispair.
Amazing grace wash over me.
I lift my hands to God you see.
My prayer for those who were hurt,
and those who will never return to earth.
Amazing grace wash over thee,
families were left in disbelief.
Empty hands, their loved ones gone,
Lord Jesus, guide them safely Home.
Amazing grace wash over me, 
the oil is filling up the sea, 
from Louisiana to Mississippi.
Animals are dying,
and people are crying.
Amazing grace wash over me.

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Walk Upright, Neanderthal

Hobble left and right oh stupid monkey, oh Neanderthal,
Over time you’ll learn to drop that stick you call a tool;
Meander to the wishing well and look down at your ugly face;
Obviously you need to see what you’ll look like just beyond today.
So learn to use your fingers too and work out all those problems;
And watch your head grow oh so stronger making your life that much longer.
Pick up all those heavy rocks and cast them into darkened caves;
Involve the other monkeys too and they can come along with you.
Escort your kin down Darwin’s path, this ought to set things straight;
No matter what you do from here, you’re going to seal your fate.

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The Death of You

Wrote this back in middle school, sitting at the piano. 
Save me I’m drowning,
Six feet below
Helplessly falling,
 Into the darkness we know

All the life begins to drain,
Wrists are painted red with shame
Die from what I’m dreaming of,
From the death of my love

Standing by your stone, 
Whispers bleed through
Standing here alone,
Thinking of you

All the life begins to drain,
Wrists are painted red with shame
Die from what I’m dreaming of,
From the death of my love

Take my life and take my hand!
Please! Just try and understand
All that I am going through,
From the death of you…

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Co-incidence (n 1 a chance occurence of simultaneous or apparently connected events)
Up, down.. left and right,
It's all around us, like the day and the night,
Too big to miss, but it's beyond our sight,
It's there.. and it isn't.  Nearly is.. but not quite!
You people are ALL right.. so I'll try to be polite,
You can't fight the feeling.. 'cause you haven't got the might,
Can you handle the truth? Get a grip and hold tight,
'Cause it will set you free!  Blow your mind like dynamite!

In the beginning.. I'm sure you know too,
This World was created, it's all been thought through,
Evolving on que, under skies made so blue,
Plant's came before us, just so they could give to you.
Sorry, I'm repeating what you already knew,
But how did these plants know to sow the seeds that grew?
So they slid through our bellies, waiting in our fertile poo?
Symbiosis with the Planet..  does this all sound true?

What about us?  Why are we here?
Why all the questions?  It is obviously clear!
It all makes sense, so there's no need to fear,
Don't confuse the matter, because it's simple my dear!
We have got ears.. so that we can hear,
But why give us a brain?  Because year after year,
We just dig a deeper ditch.. and then flood it with tears,
When the end draws near, will you hear any cheers?

I want a big applause, when I finish this race,
If I finish first..  I won't say "In your Face!"
Try to look good, don't end it in disgrace,
Or even take it slow, and set a nice steady pace.
Never give up!  Learn to lead a merry chase,
Up the garden path, throughout time and space,
And just in case, we end up lost in this place,
The case will be closed and we'll be gone, without a trace.

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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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It seems the path Iam on  is changing everyday
the road uncertain just an endless shapeless gray
some would say it would all be clearer if I took up there religion
even with the doubt Iam not scared enough for that decision

I see the faith you placed in one of the many saviors
I lame excuse for the centuries of mad behavior
Iam sure your prophets where the very best of man
but your church and bibles where never in the plan

so every race has a version of there own
stories stolen from the gods of the past spoken out like it was always known
not one of these faiths is open and understanding
they keep others down and your soul churches are demanding

then you history holds no science no enlightenment
dogmatic foolishness written before free government
and every soul that is afraid to die or to ashamed to live
if you stop thinking then heaven is what they give

even now the human mind is found wanting
but reality is intelligence is hard work and life is daunting
if only the concept of good will and love
we understood without some sign from above

if you need the ancient fiction to ease your pain
I respect you and to all other men you should do the same
your saviors were righteous there’s know doubt
in there time they worship but no church was there twist whets its about

there have been many Christ’s since the beginning of man 
the Mayans and Muslim have had tales since they ruled by the roman
dry king ghandi and many more sacrifice there life so others could be free
in my mind that’s what Jesus is what he is supposed to be

even know there some man of great worth he has no money no powerful church
he’s  giving of himself and and loving the lost I dare you to search 
and see the truth were in this together and this is paradise
we are the only keepers of our fate we must realize

I can no longer people pay to pray and talk down to others who dont believe what you say
but Christ himself did not hang with the saved he knew the hopeless so he could see them ok
but times have changed were not ruled by religious empires mad with slavery
we fought for those rights not with one mans good with collective human bravery

a new age is upon us and the true test is coming not one of prophecy
the makers of worlds the stars the cycle of suns chaos of the galaxy
I hope soon we see are only time is now there is no second chance
are race needs to come together  and make a united stance
if faith keeps us apart do we even have the heart

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                                                I AM BLACK 
                                             I AM BEAUTIFUL
                                      I AM PROUD OF WHO I AM
                                            I AM COURAGES
                              I WAS EDUACATED BY MY MOTHERS 
                                    FATHERS BOTHERS AND MY 
                                       THROUGH TOUGHT TIMES 
                                                 I AM BRAVE 
                                          I WILL STAY STRONG 
                             I WON’T FALL OR LET NOBODY PUT ME DOWN 
                                      JUST BEACAUSE OF MY COLOR.

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too far away

the past is just where you left it
begging for glimpse's of tomorrow 
been watching the hours slither 
life would eventually fade from you
why'd she go away from you

i miss the memories 
i miss them dearly
oh where'd you go
so sadly you were once mine
a moment in hell 
rewarded a glimpse in time
you were once mine
now you've gone too far away
come back to me, you
come back to me, 

tomorrow's just what you make it
enjoy the showers 
much as you enjoy the wine
take the head lice 
remove it from your dungeons
you once understood me

when memoirs leave you behind
you knew you'd love his kind
I once knew you understood me
at least I thought you would 
leave it, just leave it behind you 
just leave it alone

i don't' wanna see another day
and i miss my memories
i caught a glimpse of hell and realized 
you were once mine 
Now you've gone too far away
Please come back to me 
too far way way
just come back to me, you
must come back

"when your forgotten, memories move too far from you"

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Genisis chapter 1-4

First Verse: God created the heavens and earth
In the 27th, made his mistake, gave men they birth
and also blessed us with our greatest accomplice
a glorius, fair faced, and bodied enchantress
and then came our end, the doom of all their kin
when Eve in 3-6 committed the first sin,
and what's sad, it was 'bout the only one possible,
it came so fast proving, we could do the implausible
17 verses later kicked out the garden by God
then upon unforgiving deserts they're forced to plod.
and who was shocked, when Cain killed Able in 4-8
do it to our own brothas now, outta less than hate
but 4-14 comes as a biblical mystery
Cain talks 'bout dyin to men unrecorded in history
God, you leavin' parts out and I'm hella confused,
cause I'm readin' your word, and it's not so well fused.

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And we all thought that Christmas
was a jolly season for all ages,
but we've ignored pain...not seeing tears
roll down those cold and fearful cheeks!

Some weep, some rejoice...
others don't celebrate, but rage with malicious eyes;
wasn't that child's birth announced by angelic voices
that attested He was God's choice?

Depression is the worst kind of sadness,
and unless the noticeable signs are felt or filled with alarm:
we may lose persons very dear to us...
before tragedy strikes, intervene to save them from harm!

Some weep, some rejoice....
many show blind belief and resist
to give the Redeemer due praise;
they are the fools who follow a cult!  

Why should this holiday be so sad,
wasn't Jesus born to bring us joy...
that's what every joyful angel proclaimed
as they crowned Him king for eternity!

Some weep, some rejoice...
others don't conceive the true worth of Heavenly glory,
they hate goodness and despise holiness:
mocking and twisting the pure image of faithful Mary!

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A Question of Honor

Dedicated to Noor Al-Maleki You Try, You Try so hard To put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Have set me Free, Can't You See I Won't have to face a Tyrant anymore Your gaze used to Stun But Now It Just Burns Under the Sun Never Enough to Be Myself Never Enough to Be Free I will not Bow to You I will not Kneel Before You Smothering Liberty Condoning Freedom This way is unjust This way only brings out our worse Hatred and Mistrust War and malice no know law You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views I am The Flame you Greatly Hate I am The Flame you greatly fear Some cannot handle the truth It shows they are the Criminals You are one of them You're the problem This misdeed will not live on without the hate of your name Honor Is not real It's just an emotion that only you feel You're another bulwark Against the truth No one Will Bow No one Will Kneel You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views You Fear The Truth You Fear the reality you are the criminal against all humanity We must end these lies Before Honor Will Strike again You Try, You Try so hard to put Your will Over Me But I will Remain Free I am So Dirty and So Very Unclean So Please Condemn me Sentence Me The Crescent Is A Lie The One I shall Try To Defy Is it Just To Dispose What Has Dishonored You and Your Radical Views

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American Industry - American Dreams Long Gone

America always used to be known
For her thriving Industry
But now that all seems like a dream
A wistful dream from way back when
A time before the New World Order
Made slaves of honest men.

It used to be fair wages
Fair pay for an honest day’s work.
People could live the American Dream
Your job gave you everything you needed
Jobs were plentiful and abundant
They weren’t being sent to countries overseas.

You could work towards owning anything
Life wasn’t just a daily struggle to survive
Life was enjoyable and everything it seemed
You could be anything you ever wanted to be
Employment gave you a feeling of success and having good fortune
It gave you a sense of inner pride.

You could have a house, a car, a family
You could accomplish and own something before you died.
But those days seem to have disappeared
They’re a memory that seems long gone
Just like American Jobs and Security
How long can this go on?

(December 22, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin)

(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved, 

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Was it you

1st Verse:

Walk on by me if you see me
Let me pass just let me go
All those things we had between us
Just the past now says so

In the moment it was real
At the time we could stand still
For a love we thought would last
Never forgotten by the past


The love we thought could never die
Has evaporated to blue sky


Saw you today
Couldn’t believe
Was it you standing there
Did my eyes deceive?
Never thought I would wonder
Always thought I knew
But now I don’t know
Is it true?
Was it you?

2nd Verse:

Turn around walk the other way
Strangers is what we are
Knew each other inside and out
Now just a distant star

Time and space, left it behind
Gave our hearts to another kind
Tweaking dreams not breaking seams
Changing faces Wiping slates clean

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Freak Show

Hello? Hello? Is anyone here? I am here for the “Freak Show”. Fine don't come out. If you can't see yourself in a mirror, Come here Come here. If you don't fit in, Come here Come here. If you're full of terror, Come here Come here. If your made of tin, Come here Come here. Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. Down here we don't judge, We don't care if your fudge, If you have flames, Or even fangs, If your made of fur, or if you purr, Come down for the Freak Show. 30 seconds on the clock, Those hands go tik tok, It's almost time for halloween night, Get ready for a real fright! Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. Just scare those kids, Into little bits, I'm sure they won't mind, It isn't a crime, Invite them inside, For a little surprise, You are supernatural, Or even bichemical. Cause it's time, it's time, for the Freak Show, To unleash their wild pack, To come out of a shack, To show your wild side, To show you won't bite. Cause it's time for the Freak Show, To come out from the dark, To do your freaky march, To come unrap, To lay down flat. It's time for the Freak Show. WELCOME HOME.

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Port of Call

Port of Call

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm,
soothing pained memories away,
to the swaying of a solitary palm.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil,
on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find,
yet comforted by the crashing of the waves,
as the tide cleanses all pain,
and leaves despair far, far behind.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

drenched in a sea-breeze of mist,
that hushes the ache of bygone moons,
tasting the salty tang on my lips,
as the burnished sun,
over the distant horizon,

and dips.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

searching, ever searching,
for a slice of solitude,
as memory bids a final adieu,
reaching under the sea so vast,
and seeking comfort in the depths,
while embracing,
the tomorrows to come,
wishing that they be true.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

seeing my truths drown,
as they slip beneath the turquoise waters,

feeling my heart ablaze,
with a passion that rarely falters.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

yet knowing that I am home at long last,
wishing the waves would wash away,
the defences that once stood,
like an impregnable wall.

Barefoot on a talcum beach,

alone, not lonely,

I have found, at long last,

my final port of call.

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Gathering Dust

In a well guarded place for two hundred and eighteen years
hangs a painting that is rare and revere but so well persevered 

The work is oil on white Lombardy poplar panel
when years ago a candle would show her glow and enigmatic pose

A mysterious smile that will make you sit and stare for awhile
having the most writings and songs about her 
in the Louvre of Paris she is their heiress

No matter her age or where she may hang
over the years at times she has gathered dust

The Mona Lisa is still the worlds most mysterious 
a creation of Da Vinci's innermost piece.

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Esther Arbuthnott 1847 Her Ancient Photograph

          ESTHER ARBUTHNOT--1847 From Her Ancient Photograph
While the rain is falling gently on the roof it makes the sound,
of a time that's long forgotten, though it seems to hang around,
I can hear you breathing lightly from an Irish dream I've known,
it has come to Pennsylvania where you've found me here alone.

All the way from County Down, you were a dream I had to find,
though so long you were forgotten, you were always on my mind.
In your photograph your eyes are reaching out, perhaps for me,
I can feel you when I see you, but I never really see.

In your Book of Shadows, reading, is another person's sin,
but you open it to anyone who's wanting to come in.
There's a candle always burning in my window late at night,
and I'd love you in a moment, but that wouldn't make it right.

Can you hear the raindrops falling? County Down's so far away,
or perhaps it's just forgotten, like a dreary Irish day,
I can feel it when you're smiling, in the Heaven of your eyes,
love is gone and you've been dying, and it's then I realize,

you have found it all in Heaven, and it's such a part of you,
all the sad you had been living in this life will have to do.
it's an Irish kind of feeling, to be dying when you're dead,
and a lot of Irish whiskey only lightens up your head.
       © ron  wilson

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Zring sissity rib rang

Dada or Dadaism is a cultural movement primarily involved visual arts, literature—poetry, 
art manifestoes, art theory—theatre, and graphic design, and concentrated its anti-war 
politics through a rejection of the prevailing standards in art through anti-art cultural works.

This is my attempt at Dada.

Zring Zang
pinggity prong pang
jumping across from train to train
Bring Brang
sissity sis sang
circling round, round the storm drain
dring drang
ribbity rib rang
Trains and drains, over my life reign

This is copyrighted material. All rights are reserved. Reprints must be requested in writing to 
the original author. © Alisha Groves

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Maybe your the land of the free
land of liberty and slavery
do what we want you to and dont throw a fit
suck it boy get over it

Land of liberty but can be arranged
still the land we call a cage
if you can make it away from the norm
just dont forget of the form

we want you!! x6

no one can heal our scars
better pray to the stripes and stars
put the rest in the past
say hello to the new low class

our soil is not complete
this land is guillotine
let out filth build up for all this time
fill yourself with american pride

we want you!! x6

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A prisoner of darkness
Was all I could be.
Trapped and alone inside
Along a blackened sea
No one to hold me
To keep me alive
Completely abandoned
No reason to survive.

Then there was a light
Small but getting brighter
It drowned out the darkness
And made me a fighter. . .
Before i'd go with everything
And let them chain me down
Now I start to question them
I start to keep my ground.

Why should I let them stab me?
And see my blood run free
There's a reason that I need to live
To let myself be me.
No one holds me down
Without paying a price.
Why should they anger me
Then expect me to be nice?

I now... Have a beating heart
And a gleam in my eyes
Someone to kiss and hug me
And keep my soul alive.

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Small Town Big People

I look in the mirror and see the years gone
I can look beyond the glass out the window
To the yards of my childhood
I can smell the flowers and feel the grass ‘neath my feet. 
I can hear the music blasting on the radio
Mama callin’ me for supper.  

I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

The town is small and so are the events
You’re everyone’s business 
You can get a break and can’t get away
You don’t even have a say
You go to and from and people protest
And those same people will still put you to the test

I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I made it to the big town K.C, 
Got myself a husband and a son and a place to live
Settled in and made a life, got a career
I swear I’ll never return to my best friend
Comfortable where I stand, 
Happy where I am 

I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

Well times are hard,
And people are ruthless in this cut throat time
Jobs are scarce and bills run high
You never know what you’ll hear at night
The people are small in this big town
Yeah people are small in this big town

I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I guess the town is small
Just good ol’ boys and girls havin’ fun
Small place, small town, small world
People may talk and people may watch
But the biggest thing in that small town
Are the people after all. 

I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

-Heather Birdwell 9/22/2009

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Stevie B and Me

Stevie, we were free,
Stevie, you and me,
On that golden day,
Was it '68?
The decade's last few days,
The whole wild world was crazed,
But where we were was peace,
For you and me at least.
If I stop for a moment,
I dream groves and country paths,
Green's Albatross is playing
In this our past,
Whole empires were falling,
The old ways were fading fast,
Things never last,
But you and I 
Found pleasant peace at last.
We weren't friends for long,
These things aren't too strong,
We were far from home,
Together less alone, 
We drifted far apart,
Hardened up our hearts,
We had so far to fall,
Four years took their toll.
We walked and talked 
For many hours,
Safe under Blue Berkshire Skies.
Stevie, we were free
Like we'd never been,
On that halcyon day, 
Stevie B and me.
The decade's last few days,
The whole wild world was crazed,
But where we were was peace
For you and me at least.

(This is a song lyric written in 2003, reflecting back on my school days.)

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I prefer to chew

I am subject of your objections
your majesty
let us cloak ourselves
 in the moral fabric of religion
and make believe we're royalty
present an image to impress
a new age novelty
a dying breed of humanity
we knock at empathy's door 
beg entrance to the light
gained only from the price of
a thousand lost souls
in their luminescent flickerings
of goldfish in a bowl
a pisces paradise
invading parasite
beguile thy emerald isle
fornlorn the jagged shores
of Erinyes and Norn
feigning faint, a bulimic trick
how we stumble and trip through these doors of perception
by divine intention
a moral invention
you can swallow your god pill whole
but I still prefer to chew

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Flight of Enola Gay

Will you tell us tomorrow where we're going, Enola Gay?
There's so much more we wanted to say.
But there's no time for sorrow,
we'll enjoy time that's left,
Though we know our time ended yesterday.

We could tell you the story, but no body understands,
Nagasaki, Hiroshima, distant lands.
It's not clear what we're doing,
but we're pursueing it all wrong,
It's a madness and I'll leave it in your hands.

Nagasaki sadness. Hiroshima madness.
Colorado Rocky Mountain High.
Are they worth pursueinig
all the things we're doing?
I don't know and it's too late for us to wonder why.

     Enola Gay, on silver wings
      What is it now, that your love brings us
     High above, your spirit flies,
       and dumps your load in Fukushima skies.

poetry by veebdosa

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Hey, Pilgrims,
Let's dress-up
Dress-down the plumes
of the dancing Peacock
(If we'd allow)
but for the Ritual;

For Francsly speaking
in tongues of plata y oro,
How much 'cide this buys?
A simply-uneasy angst to the quest,
Oh, how Corpulent "m.d.'s" -
Which dystrophy Indigene Water - Land - Identity muscle 
Manifest your Destiny! - Trophied.

Lots of time for sargeants,
for unhappy Cherokee rides on trails to tears      
Led from 50,000 years to Discovery? Indeed!
With no reservation 
'cept to enslave the Spirit,
And with tobacco & cotton gotten
from the corn colors of the Earth!

Are the Iroquois/Mohawk/Navajo/Cherokee/Hopi
Thankfully jeeping...?

Don You grisly-now...
Our meleagris gallopavo decapatito,
Strut and march like mute Mummera in the Charade!

                                                                            Cum Multis Aliis  

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Empty Promises

We came down
The mountains and passageways
We came down
In search of new days

We came down
To live life in our own way
Only to find
The same dump of decay

Dictated by many
Ruled only by one
Our only freedom
Is owning our guns 

We came down
The oceans and waterways
We came down
Like fish in a bay

We came down
On the quest for the new land
We came down
Because we can

Hope for our freedom
Has been forsaken
Results now show 
We were sadly mistaken

We came down
The mountains and passageways
We came down 
And were betrayed

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Ode to Jennifer Nettles

Wow it seems just like yesterday
I sat there watching the CMA
The rest is history what can I say
An angel sang “Why don’t you stay”

She was raw and raucous as I ever heard
But all leaned forward to hear her words
She held us in her reaching palm
And she exploded like an atom bomb

Jennifer, Jennifer won’t you sing for me
I’ll write you a song like none could ever be
I know you write the words you sing
And you really don’t need my fling

However I am just an old man with a silly dream
You can make it happen… or so it really seems
You should hear my words coming from up above
Like the ones sent me about the “Garden of Love”

I think you would find it really very prime
However Steve Earle didn’t write it, it is mine
And I am already married my kids are quite tall
Also when it rains I often slip and fall

If nothing else I hope this gives you a smile
Stranger things have happened 
You know every once in a while
It doesn’t hurt to dream, not by a country mile.

So Jennifer, Jennifer consider an old man’s plea
What the heck it can’t hurt to talk a while with me
It might even climb all the way to number one
Let the world hear the Garden of love, basking in your sun 

Wow it seems just like yesterday
I sat there watching the CMA
The rest is history what can I say
An angel sang “Why don’t you stay”

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Celtic Marriage

The path we take under the eye of God
and universe, but some consider odd
Our mother of the Universe, in everything,
helps us to grow, into a birth of spring,
but know from where our lonely feet have trod.

In Celtic roots, from shores of Normandy
we came from long ago, a time called history,
made weary from the Roman and their wrath,
we found our way, along God's narrow path,
that led us to His gift of Sanctity.

Great Caeser laid to waste all we had known,
spared not one Mother, nor one child alone,
then forced us out to where we need to be
in Ireland, our emerald upon the sea,
and left behind the Roman heart of stone.

The Wicca way, so deep out of our past
then came of age, as if a spell were cast
to love all things, and have you at my side,
the only place where two in love can hide,
here in the only dream to ever last.

You'll be as much a part of me
as anything in life could ever be,
and we shall honor all and everything,
each to it's own, that destiny might bring,
and everything in life we'll ever see.

Forget my name, remember just my way
of loving you both every night and every day
you'll have it all, if you can realize,
all we may want is here deep in these eyes,
and all you need is here, and here to stay.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet

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Brotherly Graves (by Vladimir Vysotsky)


On brotherly graves wooden crosses don’t stand,
No widows weep there, mourning,
On mass graves you see only flowers and
The fire, eternally burning.

The earth here ruffled with stony waves
When mortars were ripping the planet.
There is no personal fate in these graves – 
All fates merged in one under granite!

I see in the flame, that forever is lit,
A village burnt down to coals,
A tank that is flaming and there in it
I see burning soldiers’ souls!

On brotherly graves no widows weep,
And there they put no crosses …
But it doesn’t mean our grief isn’t deep
And we have forgotten the losses!

Translated by George Tokarev


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Dormant Angel

I know we can’t take it back 
all the things we said 

Everything we had
Everything we meant 

I told you I’d love you forever 
Isn’t that something
But im struggling here 
Wanting to let you go

You meant the world to me
You meant everything to me
Set my heart on fire
How I felt love for the first time
How you made me believe

Then you, 
You walked away
From everything we had
And I see how hard it was 
It was all planned out 
‘Just you and me’
now all we had is history 

If I could take it all back I would
Every last word
Everything that hurt 
I’m sorry for all the lies you made me believe
Its time for me to release 
And set my heart free

If you believe this is not the end
And all we’ll ever be is friends 
I’ll let you know one thing inside
This is not who I am
So sorry 

Now you held my hand
My world in your hands 
Is it really true
Is this the end
Im off and away
On my jet plane 
To see if you love me
And want me to stay 

Then you, 
You walked away
From everything we had
And I see how hard it was 
It was all planned out 
‘Just you and me’
Now all we had is history 

If I could take it all back I would
Every last word
Everything that hurt 
I’m sorry for all the lies you made me believe
Its time for me to release 
And set my heart free

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And the toil of the gods was great part 2

And the toil of the gods was great paert 2                                                                           
Soon the inescapable truth will come hurdling home once again
We may face the end of life and dreams or we may finally ascend and be reborn
Together we must forge the path forward so as one we can understand where we have been
Once again they will set out in search of sustenance for a home that’s bloody and torn
In their code they will take with then the infinite knowledge of the ancients
Another planet a different sun, light-years away more of our people toil on
Now as we face the summit and re nearer the apex we do with their absence
Too much time has passed since the first fathers came and since they had gone
This immortal spirit remains trapped within this fragile shell
Our souls and blood hold the key to a powerful wisdom but the lock evades us all
Still the war is raging no gods or demons and not for tales of heaven and hell
A boundless eternal soul is the prize, defeat will be fatal the ultimate downfall
So many questions we ponder so often oddly frequent
What evolves to feel dread or fear where’s the need to dread ones own death
A celestial being is meant to be whole and completely transient
The coming test we must not fail or we will all share our last dieing breath
The veil can be lifted and the secrets in the palms of our hands
Moving thru time hurdling in space as the universe expands
The true forms we were denied but with salvation we may return to the creation
No longer bound no longer chained and never again forsaken
They forced on us the mind now the peace and liberty must be taken
Soon will see we all die or become one aware feeling boundless wise immortal and free


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Official Merchandise: Shut Up And Sing

The only thing we learn from history:
We rarely learn from history;
The nihilists know a thing or two;
The hereditary privilege we deserve?

So face the morphing lineage,
Will the next generation be so different?
Carnivalising ancient lore, truth to power.
More graves, more public inquiries, more sellophane towers.

The Power learns their history:
Feed the believers a simulacrum of history:
Fine myths, folklore, documentaries,
And a thank goodness we have our culture preserved.

So musical chairs plays you again,
Tuned to reflect the diffident muse-godheads.
Inside numbness outside sound:
The rolling parades;
The phoned-in outlines of revised promises of greatness.

And yet more memorials to more sacrifices.
And fresh blood trades shiny medals, praise and prizes.
And the kings and the queens and the presidents salute the fallen.
And the minute of silence silenced by an anthem.
And some trapped doves released escape a now Kitch Athens.

And the lead marionettes tightened heartstrings snap in the aisles;
And the anointed default-heroes' kids urged to shut up and sing:
It's the least we can do,
What's the hell is wrong with you?
Can't you at least join in?
They died for you, for what we must believe in.

So the only thing we learn from history:
Keep your blessed eyes on your crown,
But please move on, you won't fall down;
Chant reflexively item-listing hymns:
Tradition, Family, God, Country, Freedom, Loyalty, Liberty.
And Sacrifice, make some noise!
This new history has some history.

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Mid years fate

Trickling down the windowpane
Sparking up the fire burn
Violent youths
Teaming up with the devil to reign
My personality
The victim of the system's cruelty

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never forget 9-11

On that day we were all the same, we didn't know there faces, we didn't know 
there names.
There voices we heard crying all around the world, someones loving father, 
someones little girl.
On that day we were called to lead a better life, for that someones father, for that 
someones wife.
The list of souls read from above before it came below why it was and why it is the 
answer no one knows.
Through the pain we have learned lessons great and small, life, love, and happiness 
are precious cherish them all.
With grace we all go on, but never will we forget that all of these beautiful things 
can fade so very quick.
On that day we wondered, on that day we cryed, on that day we asked ourselves 
what kind of man am I?
Mothers held there children for so long and oh so tight, why did these people have 
to go this was not there fight.
We hope and pray for all those names, and the ones they left behind they gave 
their life for a question the answer we must find.

William J. Harty

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Hues Of Our Lives

Celebration is our nature 
A distinction of pleasure 
Activities of leisure 
In a full count of measure. 

Everybody is celebrating 
With nobody distracting 
For everyone is understanding 
So no one is obstructing. 

Gathered in the neighbourhood 
with a true spirit of brotherhood 
In tune with our adulthood 
Memories of our childhood. 

In our way our brother's keepers 
In no way our brother's killers 
In time of joy the hailers 
In time of sorrow the wailers. 

Togetherness our culture 
In oneness our structure 
Fabrique of our love won't puncture 
The goodness of life shall we capture.    

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Where Seagulls Fly

Remember the sun those days
The smell of the sea
Don't forget the Northwest breeze

Then a thought flew right through me
Brought me back again
Closing my eyes is that you

Stumbling around the rocks
Thoughts of you I find
In my mind I hit rewind

At the beach where seagulls fly

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One Tax Too Far

Devious minds parade torrents of wealth,
their dazzling brands erode away our health;
we're throwing a tea party!

Justice molds our rage of their proud disdain,
we vow to do more than merely complain
by launching this tea party!

We've had enough of their supremacy
choking our hymn of sacred liberty:
a justified tea party!

Over the edge, we reject their cargo
from West Virginia, on up to Fargo,
this nationwide tea party!

Shredding that plastic to shut down their flow
until we induce those war gears to slow:
our defiant tea party!

No longer bound by blind complicity,
we lift the curtain with simplicity,
marching in our tea party.

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The mistake of you

I never made a promise to stay in your life
i never said that there would be sunshine in your life
you always told me we were always meant to be
now I sit alone just watching the T.V

you always said that our love was as perfect as can be
but then turned around and blamed all the mistakes on me
I never promised that we could work it through
but when it ended it's like you always knew 

But we were so young when we said those things
and i was so confused of what life should be
i grew old and yes maybe even just a little bitter
and i still trying to clean out all the past and it's litter

you broke my heart and slowly shredded it apart
I made mistakes and i will be the first to say

Work in progress (just had to get it down somewhere its a song not very good, needs work)

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The Ugly American

When Europeans first came to America, it seemed to be their role...
To reach out with both hands, for all the goods and lands they stole.

When our nation was founded by men of vision...
They spoke out, their king showed them nothing but derision.

The colonization by troops and taxes imposed were so unfair...
Liberty from him was declared, fought for, and taken from there.

The thefts of that king were small by any means...
To the way we have treated our fellow Americans.

We continued to take the Indians' lands...
Never thinking twice, of the blood on our hands.

We greeted the black man with whip and chains...
Can we ever remove the ghosts of their pains?

Yes, we drenched our land red with blood to set them free...
But prejudice remains, even after more than a century.

We have helped set so many peoples free with our aid in war...
Have we forgotten at home, just what was fought for?

"Ours is the greatest country" we tend to shout...
Yet, the Ugly American still lurks about.

The world watches us with wonder and awe...
Many hate or envy us, because of our human nature's flaw.

Many cast for hope, but reel in despair...
The things we do to others, we must do with better care.

The Greatest Generation the world will ever know...
Is slowly dying, their life's light passing out, as darkening embers go.

If our nation should have learned anything...
It must be that millions suffer to have Freedom's Ring.

Our understanding and compassion will go a long way...
To let them see, the "Ugly American's " face, as not so ugly one day.

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How long I’m standing here on Ortygia? 
Remain motionless 
under the hot sun. 
Looking like a marble kouros 
with broken hands.
I search the wind 
for the cool breeze of Aegean, 
the sweet smell of Delos 
which gave its name to this place.

I have to caress the Doric columns 
in temples of Apollo, 
Athena and Artemis. 
I have to easy their eternal nostalgia.

But the source of Arethusa 
brings black water from Alpheus today. 
Olympia is being burned 
and my heart comes out of me 
falls on the asphalt 
and breaking in pieces.

What the barbarians doing again 
in our homeland,
while we’re standing here?
You as bare models for tourists 
and me like a marble kouros 
with broken hands.

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For Robert Zimmerman

For Bob Dylan

sheltered from the howling winds of vows and scattered souls and sweltering hate

she is a refuge from the blistering sands of dread and loss and torn and twisted fate

when the emptiness inside becomes an abyss so dark and wild and cold

my words get lost in the jangling alleys where dreams are bought and sold

I met her in those alleys among the withering roses on a bed of thorns

and she filled me up with poems banishing the scowling moments and their baleful scorns

now I lie awake and wish that I could sleep and drift away into the maze of her dream

but slumber has fled and slipped the noose around my words as they thrash around and scream

words that swirl around and around like that scarlet scarf wrapped around her face

she's a mystery still as she will always be while I sift through this empty desolate space

the storm it broke and ceased and shuffled my words as they drifted forlornly into the chasm of the dead

leaving me here still and mute and frantic as I try to pick up the pieces of all the words that have been said

far too many far too often far too conceited and far too proud

for I failed to hear the stillness of beauty as I rambled along barking my words out aloud

she hushes me now as she hushed me then in the cobwebbed tunnels of the past

while I weep more words in blood and ink onto dried parchment meant never to last

so tell her that her whiskey has been greedily gulped down and now that I am soberly drunk

I see her songs and hear her breath reaching down into my mouldy abode of hapless funk

fare-thee-well for now as I slide into the scribbled hubris of another battered rhyme

dazed by the glaring embers as they scorch the moments of quickly fading time

and if tomorrow finds me here still shell-shocked and drained in body and in mind

tell her that her wine has slipped through the loose knots that bind

tying me to this place of sanity and insanity all rolled into one

while all is numb and scarred from the deed that has been done

and as I flee recklessly chasing away myself from me once more
she'll know the words for its a song that's been sung far too many times before

(for bob dylan)

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"Someone Been Digging ME A Grave"

"Someone Been Digging ME A Grave" 

my land lord, her play games 
she play, nick knack ,on  brain 
with a  nick knack pad a whack 
give a tenet a deadly water drinking break
she play at putting me in my fresh dugged out grave

hook::so don't drink the water 
hook::and don't breath the air
hook::because  there's no one who will give a care 
hook::with a gallbladder in the brink
hook::don't you give a drink  !!! 

so this old fear, and this brain 
can't believe how mush this is in sane 
with a shower head, that can leave you as good as dead
this is something so bad it leave white power on your head   

hook::so don't drink the water 
hook::and don't breath the air
hook::because  there's no one who will give a care 
hook::with a gallbladder in the brink
hook::don't you give a drink  !!! 

no old dog, will sniff at me
he start pawing at his nose so very painfully
with a howl, and a pain fill yep 
Now You See This The End of ME!

hook::so don't drink the water 
hook::and don't breath the air
hook::because  there's no one who will give a care 
hook::with a gallbladder in the brink
hook::don't you give a drink  !!! 


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No Room!

There wasn't room at the inn,
For Mary and Joseph to stay.
So our Lord Jesus was born,
And in the animal manger He lay.

The world made no room,
For our Savior to be.
Even though He was coming,
To save you and me.

In this fast paced world,
Going from here and there;
We've crowded up our lives,
Like we no longer care!

Is there no room for Jesus,
In the fast paced life you're living?
Shouldn't we make room for Him,
Because it's our sin He's forgiving?

Now slow down and examine,
Your whole life situation.
Make more room for Jesus,
Because He is your salvation!

Look back at that night,
So silent and still.
Will you make more room,
So your heart He can fill?

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Bound to the street

Ragged and funny 
In dire need of money
I bruise the pot-holed streets of the city
Maiming the waste-filled alleys and dirty
Daily I play hide and seek with death on the razor-sharp edge of humanity.
Once I had a home
Now I cannot pay the dues
Once I went to college
Now I cannot pay the fees
Once I had a wife 
Now I cannot afford the price
Poor the result of no economic emancipation
Bound to the street because of some people's creation
In a vacuum-filled belly I try the robber's invention
Oouch! I cry in incaceration
This cry , my cry, I cry
Bound to the street, is it God's case 
Bound to the street, the street my place
Bound to the street, the street I hate

Eyes closed, tears drop
The drama of my sleeping mystery 
unfolding before my mental eyes like a tapestry
I ravish and languish in hunger
Feeding on left-overs
Left by generous shoppers
Hungry I was, am and still will be
The history but of themhitherto societies is a history of class struggle
and exploitation. How shall I leave the street struggle
In such a society tailor-designed to suffer the helpless
Where the should-be-helpers 
Are the pioneers of the exploitation,
Suppression and oppression of the defenceless
As for me and my street-mates
We will travel along singing a song
The song, my cry.
Bound to the street, is it God's case 
Bound to the street, the street my place
Bound to the street, the street I hate

I come from far further
I am not a bird of your further
You are a son to your father
You are your mother's daughter
I have non to call father or mother 
Neither to call sister nor brother
But pay no attention to criticism like weather
Rather lets read the holy book together
Ang gather as a congregation together 
The bread as you gather
Lets break share and eat together.
Until we harness a new philosophy
I will always cry 
This cry my cry.
Bound to the street, is it God's case 
Bound to the street, the street my place
Bound to the street, the street I hate

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And the toil of the gods was great part1

{I close my eyes and see you there, looking at me. I watch myself watch you. As I look at us 
in mind I wonder to myself if I’m seeing myself watching you then who am I.}
Ten thousand years the time that’s past and during the years all our knowledge was lost
Stolen and hidden often misused, twisted distorted or simply fake.
Now in the end at this precipice we start to grasp the weight of the cost
For too long now we have been blinded to what is real and what’s at stake
Our cosmos a chaotic symphony blanketed in an ocean of time
An entire race of beings without eyes to see and the minds of children
Left here clueless alone stumbling clumsily in the dark waiting for a sign
So much disconnection has transpired since we freed ourselves from Eden
Much too obvious are planet is not like us, who or what we are
A circus of gloom bent on destruction to ignorant and riddled with fear
Out in space there where many thriving worlds all rotating around its motherly star
We have been exiled here we deserve the freedom no longer should we toil here
Our failure to see life for what it is, its unique and a space-time miracle
Any life, anywhere, in the vastness of time a single blade of grass is precious and rare
As we consume and devour our forsaken garden for material that is tangible
A young and dieing world full of slaves and orphaned souls, a heavy cross to bear

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Communist view

I cross alone the starve town in the night.

Ghosts at windows look the gray of the sky.

Cold and nobody is in the streets.

My footsteps ring on sidewalk

and the shadow lean more and more.

The death with her mowing

comes in the town.

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Death Of Jim Morrison

     DEATH OF A ROCK STAR (Jim Morrison)
There's a man all alone and his name is well known
but he thinks all the world is a den
of the poor and the weak and the too dead to speak
for themselves, it's a game they can't win.

He's a little bit high and he'll be til we die
it's too bad that his heart is so black,
but he knows how to sing to a crowd and to bring
out the love that they've been holding back.

It's a game that he plays with your life and he stays
just as long as the music goes on,
and he'll make you to smile if it's only a while,
then he goes where the devil has gone.

All the girls that he's had think it's not all that bad
but the glitter's too much for their mind
so they leave him to sleep where no angel would keep
anyone for there's not one to find.

He could write every word of the songs we have heard
and he's led every daughter astray
to be part of his past and a love that won't last
into light of another new day.

Now he looks for the cause of the reason he was
Though he's died, he's still misunderstood,
but the dream's been too dead for too long in his head
and his heart's turned to stone as it should.

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Hear him singing from Heaven,
his soft ballad is so humble and soulful;
feel the intense emotion quivering again
as his rich and soft voice appeals to all...
who wouldn't cherish the sweet memory
of a singer with a voice so extraordinary?

The lyrics express his intense feelings,
and he deeply feels what he expresses...
and he embarks on a long journey, taking us along,
allowing us to appreciate love's faithfulness in song.
Listen carefully to his superb singing and accept his invitation;
allow him to take you to the serene Heavens...that final destination.

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Mother! Only a few, few days remain.
Worry not, I will return, return again
Like birds that in their nests do enter
Tearing the torturous traps of hunter.

I know each night you make extra meal
And wait in slight hope that I will, will
Come to eat supper being too, too tired.
But I am here so far, far away, starved.

Mother! I, I too linger for your affection
On the riverbed where lies my skeleton.
My two bony hands still, still, still seek
Your sacred feet that appears now bleak.

I will not go away from you again, again.
When you would sit solitary in the Eden,
Don’t think I have given you a new bluff.
Turning, you’ll find my face with laugh.

(In memory of freedom fighters in 1971 war. Many of them never returned home)

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The American Flag

The American Flag, is red,white and blue
To you, I salute, this is what I do.

The American Flag, you stand so free
To you, I salute, with love from me.

The American Flag, nicknamed Old Glory
To you, I salute, a flag with a story.

The American Flag, you changed over the years
To you, I salute, with a song and music to our ears.

The American Flag, we display you with pride
To you, I salute, your true colors we do not hide.

The American Flag, what can I say
To you, I salute, each and everyday.

The American Flag, raised by a rope
To you, I salute, you give us hope.

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Nero's Rome

Nero’s Rome

My life died when my love lied
Like a snake in the grass
And just like a Garden of Eden
She ate the fruit forbidden

It chewed me to the core
It left me wanting more

Everything’s too bright in a shell without a light
Like a heart of one-way glass
I saw myself when seeing you
You saw me, but others too

I was a vampire before your mirror
Night came, I became white and disappeared

Everywhere I went was ground zero
In a town I used to love, now hate
My songs like bombs burn and break
Biting, screaming, scratching Nero
I will be the anti-hero
My fiddle and I fornicate

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I don't know what to call this...

Ok. So for those who don't know I want to go to California.
However I may get there, I don't really care.
Nor do I give a dam. Yes that's what I really meant 'cause what I say and what I dream are
bigger than any amount of water in the world.

Danger in every corner of my life, it must be nice to be sitting in a reclining chair
knowing that you have 50 soldiers at your command.
I'm not talking about Obama 'cause I have complete respect for him. Instead look at Arnold
Schwarzenegger who doesn't have to do a thing.
All he has to do is sit back, relax, enjoy the ride, and not die.

I'm sitting here and talking about the governor of California but look at where he landed.
It's time I took a leap forward and stopped looking at the past.

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Our Promise

Dear Judy Konos,
          OUR PROMISE    
Don't think We're down--You're country, tis of thee
For which our Flags been woven and unfurled,
this very thread, it binds us constantly,
becoming still the envy of the world.

In fifty states we grew to all we are,
and though some think God's guidance is not there,
this truth comes shining through in every Star;
Our Liberty of life shows ever'rywhere.

To tell the world, Come you, and learn our way,
there is no secret to how we have grown,
and in God's light, God's light is where we stay,
to guide you to what we have only known.

between each line, God's word is meant to share,
and "We the People..." is what keeps it there.
    by veebdosa 04/16/2011 (Dedicated to my friend Judy Konos in New Orleans)

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Read me verses
vibrant with life,
not sad epitaphs;
paint me my portrait
with a lustrous light...
be a Cavaraggio, or Rembrandt,
and my replicas sell in the market
for a price that suits any wallet.

I was given a name,
and with gilt I embellished it;
gladsome to glitter and giggle,
blooming as a rose bud caressed
by the wind's soft breath;
and its seed will be transported 
far-away, to germinate by a godly temple,
and there I will meet a favorable, clement fate. 

A tombstone is the place
for the soul's eternal rest,
my bones will lie within it...these brittle bones
once covered by flesh, but its spirit
will depart to ascend from the realm of mortals;
and sleep it will...until a mighty voice will awaken it,
there with the angels of Paradise I will write my praises,
and seeing the sorrow of the living, I will act upon their behalf.

Read me verses
vibrant with life;
epistles that the New Testament's
devoted scribes wrote.
Sing me odes of the glory to come, put aside
the longest elegy, don't trifle
with my final wish, everything else is trivial;
look into the Heavens, I will smile... 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Used to look through child’s eyes
Used to stare at star ridden skies
Used to smile at silly sounds
Used to dream of the future’s bounds

Used to play in the thicket of my mind
Used to search for a place to hide
Used to act like story book heroes
Used to count from 100 back to zero

Used to hold my breath till my face was bright red
Used to believe all the words that everyone said
Used to want a big house and brand new car
Used to hope that I could someday set the bar

Used to use my imagination
Used to use that motivation
Now being used by my frustration
Of being used by my own generation

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
All our resources from bottom to top

Used to sit up all hours of the night
Used to believe that people were alright 
Used to think that we could still pull through
Used to think that everybody knew

Used to have faith in the ‘truth’
Used to see their words as proof
Used to hide these tears I’d cry
Used to hold my head up high

Used to think I had a grasp
Used to disguise myself with a plastic mask
Used to act like there was no problem
Used to hypocritically mock any and all of ‘em

Used to use their aspiration
Used to use their motivation
Now they use their investigation
To bind us to their administration

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
But when will this mass consumption ever stop?

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Maid of Orleans

There stood Joan, “The Maid of Orleans”-
Brave, full of wit, modesty and simplicity!
Being tried by the rascals of the Church of England for heresy 
And lay in their hands her night or day;
Oh, the young warrior toiling for dear life!
So young, yet deeds of height for the Kingdom of France, for her motherland;
The voices of the angels moved her to the field where she killed,
Took up the sacred sword and swore by God, for God, for France;
Oh, young lass, now betrayed by the King!
And here on that fateful day,
Sacrificed in the flames and
Done to death a martyr,
A young warrior, a daughter, a lovely soul—Joan of Arc!

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i dont know how to get started 
i have explained this all before
you have eating my soul to its core
everyone knows my lifes such a bore

i dont feel the passion to live anymore
my whole body has become sore
everytime i leave you ask for more
my heart was sown back together but later had become torn

i can hear voices in my head
and the little moventments surrond my bed
sometimes i wonder why im not dead
i cant remember what the spirit said

I have a green sweater
i got for the weather
but when i realized it was my soul that 
made me so cold

I fell apart
wishing i couldnt restart my heart
the taste of your life has become tart
from the ending to another start

i think of the human body
how does it stay alive
do we even have souls
if we do were they reused

my glass is half empty

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too far near for change

Don’t you see where you are 
There was a time you wouldn’t tolerate
People thinking for themselves
You pass your judgments
And you made decisions to never last 

You were the dominant voice
The ideology behind every mans choice  
You believed in what you knew 
And you knew no more than what you were told

We’ve come too far near for change

You were the leader
You were a generation of unopposed cheaters
You assassinated 
You told stories of finer fabrication

You fought for patriotism, you fought for pride
Seldom did you put your integrity aside
You made no rights to be considered civil
You preyed on anyone who was thought to be liberal

You expressed your Marxist theories
You denied the working class it’s values
You sat me on the back of the bus
You told your children to fear me

We’ve come too far near for change

You formed conglomerates
And biased political party’s 
In 63 you showed very little sympathy
Oh how you shook the wind from me 

You told me I was only a third of a person
You scolded that my days  would worsen
You defined anti-Semitism in less than four years
And before this, you path a trail of tears

Walk with me this way
You know things will not be okay
God bless a cease fire
For a present day Vietnam provokes war this day

We’ve come too far near for change

So mothers and children
Fathers and  pilgrims
Settle the sky’s 
For there are no frontiers left to pry 

The rivers in which you wade 
Have been drained too tire
From a followers coming of age 
Script your life, live your days 
Press your quill to this page

Is this what you ask for
A patent at your door
No more Marconi’s 
No more hero’s or displeasures
Only a world lost and lonely 

Are we too far near for change

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Johnny 's Song

He was born to sing upon his land
Now he's resting in God's Everlasting hands

Didn't matter who you were
That voice you'll remember for sure

A voice that could shed many a tear
Or make you just want to stand up and cheer

Oh how'll I miss this one hell of a man
Made me today of who I am

Across oceans far and wide
Johnny sang his songs with passionated pride

Now he soars amidst his eagle friends
High above the rockies bends

Oh Johnny this song's for you
As I sing about your eagle friends too

In Loving Memory 
John Denver  { 1943 -1997 }

Soar My Feathered Friend

  {  R.I.P. }

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The Top

Can't you see
I lied again
Against your whim
Following I keep on following
As you lead the way
My lowest friend
How we meet again

Oh yeah
Oh no
Oh yeah
Oh no

It's the top see baby
Surely you're not all alone
Safe baby
The place that you call your home
Front seat baby
Maybe I'm lost
I don't trust a thought 
And i think to much oh come on
Come on come on say maybe
Come on  come on see baby
Come on come on say maybe
Yeah baby come on

I betrayed
You and me
I messed up again
Lost another good friend
Stop pushing I can't stop pushing
Down on all your walls
Till your broken again
To severe to mend

Oh yeah...etc

It's the top see baby...etc

Trusting me 
You're naive
Where do i begin
Starting from the end
Selfishly I keep on running and
Don't forget my name
I'm sorry again
All the words I spent

(I am still working on it)

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Alanis morisette

I know you got my letter 
from years ago
the one about all my problems 
and the crush i had on you
about my dresser and my mispelled name
and what slide meant to me and why

I should be accountable
but im not sure what im supposed to do
ive heard you
and understand your sick of your voice and why
ive even tried joining your fan club
but i think that fell through

I told u about my friend sherri shepherd and her family
and how they blindly ylead eachother 
but im not allowed to be her friend

Im not sure what id do if i was in your shoes
recieving a letter from a child fan
telling a stranger their suicidal tendencies
and molestations and abuse at home
and their witchcraft circle and strange experiences that involved
making love to a famous artist before their career had changed

its like unexplainable to me
what you are
a reminder of a mother figure i never knew
a saving grace when the angels seemed soo far away
and i understand all of ur lyrics from im not ur mother 
i diont carry you in my womb for nine months
to not the doctor
and now i wonder if im like an adopted 27 year old 
life lesson 
object to crave 
side project 
you never wanted but got handed
and passed with flying colors

even though a few of your lyrics are two edged swords
im not sure what i wrote and sent off to you
but by the time you read it and wrote that song a lot had changed

i spoke of love like yours
and the help i needed and how i was fascinated with you
things i needed help with no one else could
i dont remember what i wrote
i think i wrote marilyn manson one too

Thank you
we bruised eachother
and i know you did a lot more for me
an object to crave?
its there u know...and it might not be me
but if u want one and u cant find one
i can help u look, or show u places to start

life is strange
i cant fathom the loops we sent eachother through
and who knows what anymore
but thank you soo much

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Aquarain Dream III- Children of Concordia

Used to be Controlled by a Tyrant of lies Then one day The swift unseen knights Came and stormed all who Deteste the Aquarian Wish Be Free and live long we are the Children of Concordia Nothing shall be in our way Comely as what a Siren signs Bravery of what a Lion brings The Grey Haven lies beyond the mist The Children of Concordia They have no word for trist Will you let me join your world? Will you open up the doors? A people of concord and more than they seem They live in the shadows of an Aquarian Dream A place of Liberty and Harmony Ruled by magic and Lore Deep in the Golden forest of Clarity Filled with enchanting tales Of Immortality and evil’s causalities You can find Eden’s people she said what humans were meant to be Comely as what a Siren signs Bravery of what a Lion brings The Grey Haven lies beyond the mist The Children of Concordia They have no word for TristWill you let me join your world? Will you open up the doors? the safety of your real that could never fall Comely as what a Siren signs Bravery of what a Lion brings The Grey Haven lies beyond the mist The Children of Concordia They have no word for trist Will you let me join your world? Will you open up the doors?

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Old Wise-Tales

Somedays I think back to my 
Grandmother, my mother,
My daddy and all the things 
I so many times heard them say.

I can recall them as tho I heard them
Again on yestersday.
They were always telling us children
Things to do to help us become
Matured adults.

They tried to keep us healthier
So we would live as long as we should
I remember so often
My grandmother saying
Keep heat in your body
And don't get chilled.
Put something around your neck
And something on your head.

I remember daddy warming our shoes
In frount of the big gas heater
As we got ready for school.

He knew our feet would get cold on the bus
For there wasn't heat to accommodate us back then
And the warmth would remain in our shoes
As least part of the way to the school.
Mother would always correct us
For she was that kind
Daddy would tell her 
Keep those girls in line.

We had meals together
That was the house rule
You ate at the table
Like your were suppose to do.

You didn't back talk
And carry a rude nature
Or you had a sore spot
Right where mother placed it.

Oh if only I could go back then
And just enjoy the whole thing 
All over again.

Tho tempting it would be
I wouldn't want to stay there 
For I have to tell these wise-tales
To my son's children.
They will have to know them
So they can tell them 
To their children's children.

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"Drunk On Red rum 1"

"Drunk On Red rum" 

why must it be this way 
why must they do the things you do 
why must there be so much hurt and pain

turned out in to the cold 
bruised  by hard unthinking deeds

i think its just for the money 

so I fight a battle 
I can not win 
and fall victim to the  ones

who drink there fill 
and become 
drunk on red rum~ 



"Drunk On Red rum 2" 

must it be this way
dead rotten and so cold 
must the things you do
eat at the my soul and consume 
must there be so much 
laughter mix with pain

blood turned to forgotten dust   
and blacken bruise 
become harden
as to the liken of old memories
spread by drunken deeds

it is the greed of many men 
that Angels and demons 
fight a battle to win 
and many fall to be the victims 
who share no sin

and still the unclean 
they drink there fill 
and become 
drunk on red rum~ 


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Telling Me About Regret

O Girl, 
They are telling me about regret. 

My spices that reek in my kitchen locker; 
My friends smell it in my shirt but never see it on my lips. 

The praying mark on my forehead is a lonely pigeon 
In the nest at the doors of my stupendous grotto, watching the sky .. 1
Wandering its strange sight in the daylight, 
In the blue dome, in the heavy clouds, 
In a mountain top hiding the horizon. 
A lonely pigeon in the nest at the doors of my stupendous grotto, 
Looks for once to the laurel darkness, 
Then flies to the tip of whiteness 
And vanishes in the horizon. 

O Girl, 
They are telling me about regret. 

The people in my small phone index are a rainy forest; 
Its branches with the wide leaves, at the morning, keeps us from rain; 
At noon is a shield from winds and being hunted; 
At night is a clamber for every passing suspicion. 

O Girl, 
They are telling me about regret. 

My formal white robe on my fixed arm is a new road 
By which I pass through, filled with hope at the head of every new year 
By the side of the road. Tents are already fixed 
With its Gypsy wandering and the hands are the stranger's destination 
Stigmatized; they derail the extreme loads on his back 
And roll the wine, time after time, in his mind, till he was covered by dusk. 2
At the morning he opens his eyes "THE END OF THE ROAD", 
And clears out his bags afraid "THERE ARE NO EXCUSES", 
In the medicine book "NO PRESCRIPTION .. NO CURE". 
And I always get back to the road, step on the emptiness, 
And from the shallow side of my broken arm, the robe goes down. 

O Girl, 
They are telling me about regret. 

My spices that reek in my kitchen locker. 
My friends smell it in my shirt but never see it on my lips. 
The bird that I once gifted you, came back -- 
His thin bones now at the eyes of guests is the dinner's destination. And the 
people at the door of my old grave are twaddling and telling me, unbored, about 
the exploits of regret .... 
Forewarning me from the departure 
And silence 
And hope, 
Without seeing the worms on my corpse as sheets -- 
Sheets of bitterness and pain. 

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End of the World

How do you think it all started
On the fallen earth you bemoan
They teach you the truth
But you learn to lie on your own
Where did morality go (look what you've done)
Giving and taking
Reaping more than what you've sown

Trumpet sounds

Don't look down on yourself
It's not just you (don't you see)
It all started in the garden
Catalyst of prevailing misery
Trace the steps of the pale horse
The time is near (you do the math)
Hearing nothing but a still silence 
Confronting face to face is starts to laugh

Don't you see (it is the end of the world)
Turn back
But it's too late for me 
Sin has trodden 
Making me a slave
Death has come
Written on my grave

Still afraid (growing bold)
But you see it's not over
Seven seals to unfold
So reach out for anyone's hand
'Cause it had better be the arm of one who can withstand!

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Affirmative Action

I’ll tell you what I think
will you think on what I tell?
Where the Hell are you
while they’re busy
whipping me?
Persecuted so you say
the actions of others affirm
it’s the other way around
While you claim I am the demon
by reflections of the past
and the shades of my skin
if you look deep inside
your own skin
You’ll find that your own reflections
have sins shining brighter than those 
that can be claimed mine
Put this in your mind
while you’re crying
for hand-me-outs
and how your beliefs
are self-condescending
like the self-hating Jew
Your biggest enemy 
is not me nor my "kind"
rather, it is you

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' ... Looking For Some Skin ' Part 1 (of) 2

… Well,  a man told me a Story
That was hard to Believe
I thought he was Lying…
‘til I looked thru some Trees…
There went a thin Alligator
With a Boot on his Head !...
Walking to the River –
Like he’s so Unafraid…

Now, I turned back to the Guy
And asked, “What should I do?...
… but he was limping away
Without any Shoes…
He had a smile on his Face
That turned into Laughter…
He joked, and said…
“The old-boy came and got what he was after!....
… Amen !...

He was just looking for his Skin
He needed somethin’ to walk Around-in
Hold his head upright, and keep on Walking…
… He was just looking for his Skin…

… Now, if we could know the Creature-Language
They would shock us to the Core !
‘Cause they got their Own Legends
And wild-animal ‘Lore’…
They think that we are Lethal
And they just can’t Trust…
“Those Strange Two-Legged Walkers…
Come here looking for Us !...

“ There’s a Silk-Worm Somewhere
Working in a Sweat-Shop
So that little-bitty Woman
Gets a pretty, pink Top 
Be it Leather or Pelts
Or Fur or Fleece
Say, Ram, I hate to tell you… but …
… ain’t that your Niece…
… in that Pen?”

“… ‘Cause they’re looking for Our Skin
They need somethin’ to walk Around-in
Better Round-Up all of Your Kin…
‘Cause they’re looking for Our Skin !”…

Well, if you don’t think this is True
Go Back to The Beginning
Where the First Man and Woman
Was caught Red-Handed (Stealing)

They got Leaves from the Trees
But wind Blew, Right-Thru
Man Turned to Woman:  said,
“… don’t know what to do !...

So Half-naked and Crying
They had to Leave a Home
Yet, God… Ever Gracious…
Gave ‘em Skins… ‘fore they was Gone !...
… Amen !...

That Snake was looking for Your Skin…
Now, You Need Something to Walk Around-in
He was looking for Your Skin…
That’s what you get for listening…

                               (Part 1 of 2)

Sara... this one's for you Kiddo and all the 
Enjoyment I've gotten from Your Writings... 
(and... You were one of the first to Greet Me here
on the Soup... and let me know... it's Ok
You've Landed Upon Kindness... Share... Thank You)


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Ghost Dance

While the Ancestors worshipped 
   they shot them one and all. 
They thought they had stopped the dance 
   as they watched the Old Ones fall. 
But what they did not know 
   is that we do not die... 
Their bullets set us free 
   and sent our souls to fly.   
High above this shadow plain 
   where the spirit beasts do roam; 
We roost upon their sacred backs, 
    and the Buffalo carry us home. 
We dance for our lives 
   for the secrets of the Earth. 
We dance while they kill us 
   and through death find rebirth. 
We dance night and day, 
   to the drums thundering low. 
Singing medicine songs 
   to honor the Buffalo. 
Though we may not rise today 
   The People will not die; 
As long as we keep dancing, 
   the Ghosts...You...and I. 

We dance for the things for which we yearn; 
Grass covered plains, the Buffalo’s return. 
The fever of freedom forever will burn,  
While we’re dancing with the ghosts. 
For there is no time frame on prophesy, 
This is the Vision Great One gave to me, 
The Heart of The People will always be, 
Dancing with the Ghosts...

(Wado Waya Streeby for understanding.)

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Doth if not thrill thee, Poet,
Dead and dust though thy art, 
To feel how I press thy singing 
Close to my heart? 

Published first at age thirteen,
Historical stanzas
Expressions of the patriot thou art
Lyrics singing.

Your candles nightly glowing,
Great writings to impart,
Signaled from the Old north Church
Paul Revere’s Ride.

Do you revel from above,
“Poems of Slavery” roused,
Oh, abolitionist, thou famed
Compassion heard.

The Villiage Blacksmith sweating
Working his way through life,
Remembers your ancestral past.
Honored through time.

My favorite childhood poet
Sharing my same birthdate*,
You crossed the decades to my youth
And made me see.

Where lies, now, thy influence?
Embedded in my soul –
Patriotic heart and poet,
Grown from thy art.

Ó November 19, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  The Passionate Reader 	
Sponsored by: Constance ~ My Dear Heart ~

See Notes:

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Historical Heros

What's up with all this hatred in the world?
Off the top of my head I can name at least three people that could always see the "big
Dr.King used his knowledge and his speaking abilities to persuade people to become one.
Rosa Parks endured hardship just 'cause she sat in the front of the bus.
Malcolm X preached with authority and truancy.

Oops, I guess I can name four 'cause Michael loved the trees.
I'm not talking about the basketball star but the one who I always pray to before I dance.
I feel like I owe something to them but I always screw up.

I can make anything happen in my head but when it comes to words, It's better to let
Motormouth say the words in a two second story.
Why is it that no one kid WANTS to remember these names?
They were key players in this world in trying to make the world a better place.

"Yes we can" is what Obama said but are our hearts content?
We still do the idiotic things we did before but at least we don't have Bush to encourage
our rage.

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Amy Amy Amy

You helped me through a very tough time,
Retro melodies and lyrics put a mellow on my bind,

Found out about you two years ago,
Such a unique singer could work any flow,
Took your own to create such an influential sound,
From something you were never able to fully rebound,
You never comprised, you were honest and cool,
That may not be what everyone says but it's true,
You spoke and sang from the heart, 
You always did, even from the start,

Honesty, humility, humbleness and vulnerability,
Traits made it easy for you to live your life publicly,
You set the bar for what many musicians strive to achieve,
You pulled it off with such ease, the stars aligned, it was meant to be,
It takes guts and strength to be your own,
That's why you wear this generations Jazz thrown. 

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without the pages

Time you know I’m on your side
I’ll be with you in a while
And even if it’s not on your side
You know I’ll be in just a while

Momentum can shift
In a days lip of a lift 
Along with the wind 
And the waters drift
I can move you forward
In the touch of a sip 

Child you know time is on your side
I’ll be with you in a while
And even if it’s not on your side
You know I’ll be in just a while

If autumn calls
Then this winter’s for all
And as winners we’ll fall
Nothing makes everything
Mean so much more to you
And everything that’s logical
Means so little
In your moments of truth

Time you know I’m on your side
I’ll be with you in a while
And even if it’s not on your side
You know I’ll be in just a while

Merlot wine in the touch of a time
We weren’t exactly fond of 
Truth was underlined
As the ability to move along
Mistakes were meant to sooth your wrong
A time I was yet too smooth to yawn
Tired and ale in a daze so pale
A heart attack followed by a stroke on the lawn
On and on we continue to moan
And now you know it won’t be long


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In the bible there is a story,about a man ,
who brought his people out of slavery
He led them to a promise land,
So all his people could be free.

In the bible there is a story.
 about a man and his family.
Who built an ark in the desert,
and GOD change the desert into a raging sea.

In the bible there is a story
about a man as strong as he could be.
Until he met this girl,DELILAH.
Who brought him tragedy.

In the bible there is a story,
about a man from GALILEE.
Who shed is blood on the cross,
for all of our souls,such as you and me.

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Do you know a people who was treated rotten?
Do you still see those who are now forgotten
With all the priests creeping, the agents acting all tweaky
The feds are wondering what rewards will be reaped
Words all deep; enter the white freak with all the abuse to teach
Like when it happened at Meech or when the white paper was out of their reach
Caught the white man at work without any pants
Should've learned to never give the red man a chance
Whether you're wearing a sash or breast plate beaded brass
You'll pass cause they'll have to take it out to the last
So what do you tell the white superior
When they see you're not inferior
All you see is a tweaker when a drum beat comes
When our culture pulsates and leaves you numb
Out goes the residential dream
Here our grass is still green our water flows in a stream
Tried to trick with a white word
It's absurd how this treatment first occurred
In the end all will be heard

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Holy Homicides

Lying here numb staring at the walls of filth 
Waiting for the time, the moment of truth 
Its time now, I am going. So long! 
Ceremonious exile to the world I belong 

This wasteful existence they call life 
I've endured for long this strife 
Mortal souls thrive in this hollow black hole 
This bottomless pit I've lost my soul 
The futile depths I delved were like endless roads 
The well of ignorance, the reign of knighted toads 

I lied low in the deep trenches of the shallow pits 
Enslaved and suppressed by my noble kings 
I've waited for aeons for that fireball to die 
And the immortal light to begin and shine 

Honorable men and dutiful wives have arrived 
To see this iconoclast getting rightfully crucified 
Let this bring World Peace and justice for all 
For ‘In god they trust', ‘god save'em all' 
The resonant sound of their march I hear 
My royal attire for the night is coming near 
Those iron chains of freedom I can already feel 
Emancipated and flying to the surreal 

It's such a joy to die as a beast 
Social animal with inhuman traits 
‘Created' by a sacred clan called mankind 
Cast-away by men who stab from behind 

They take me away to the crossbar poles 
Fearless soldiers, moral zealots and sacred souls 
The clergy waiting eagerly for the moment so gory 
Their moment of bliss and ephemeral glory 
They open their newly bound books 
Sanctimonious preachers and wicked crooks 
Revered and feared they just want to be 
Ready to sing me my final lullaby 
For my glorified soul to rust in pieces 
May it satiate their spirits, my nemesis 

The executioners back on duty again 
Their ten seconds to fame about to begin 
Dignitaries receiving judicial enlightenment 
Taken some time off for some family entertainment 

Crucified and hanging from the gallows heights 
I take a tranquil look at the last sights 
Of a treacherous world that was never mine 
A world of miseries and remorseless crime 

The bells are chiming, now is my time 
Bid farewell to a life unworthy of a dime 
But mark my words till the end of your days 
I'll be in the worst nightmare you'd ever face. 

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Caucasian Jesus (Angel of Sadness)

On a mission to find and crucify this character
This savior, your white Jesus
Crusades tease my anger
Especially if the picture they paint
Is of someone it truly ain’t
Searching for my savior, your saint
Jealous that photo doesn’t please us
On a mission to find and crucify 
This image portrayed as white Jesus
Whether it’s good times or dark trials 
I bow my head and pray to this image of arched smiles
To this cross I was too, like you and you, dedicated
So many times I summoned your blessings yet you hesitated
The preacher always said
Only one hovers above my head
Snap shots of my flesh, never knew peace in this casket
Satan, my commonly know bastard
As an outcast, a lonely loser, I’m orientated
As a carefree orphan/foster child, I was educated
Forehead being massaged in olive oil
Faith suddenly falling after these morals 
In this church as one they pray
A sinner’s kiss, when it hurts, we fail to ask for another day
Entrepreneurs, now we outcast is crooked, but major
Writers imprint with real names of plagiary  
As government seeds we’re slayed together
As enemies and old friends
We schemed and played in weather
Scenes from my grave
Kissing toes, means goodbye, to them heavenly gates I wave
If I’mma make it to hell
No further questions, only tears stop me from being cremated
Fire and tropical storms, everything the sea hated 
Walk these oceans to calm these skies
He who looks from above teases my lies
Only as a mortal, matter seizes the eye

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Jacksonville, at this hour, tell me
Do you miss me where the river flows
Through Florida's tangled history
Where the Mocama cotton grows

Do you see me driving early
To teach where the clansman name holds
Such reverence in history
For black children midst fear's bright folds

Do you see me sitting slowly
Where the St Johns flows with strange name
Saturiwa gone, and boldly
Bedford Forrest  here is proclaimed

I would revolt against Ribault
Against Laudonniere as well
By Seminole passion I fault
The harsh Conquistadores hell

Of France and Spain, and British rule
And that loathesome flag flying still
In the South where Northeners rule
In silence to the cruel will.

Left my home in Duval to breathe
Without the poison of the race
From white to white the land they cede
Timucua's will not a trace
And so may you erase me still
My love for  river and landscape
The people that my days did fill
When I your children tried to shape

The bridges now I want to cross
Communion cup I long to share
My house left there to gather moss
And friendships my heart still holds dare

O Jacksonville, Jacksonville dear
My heart pants for you through the night
The Southern climate sweet and rare
Saturiwa by the fire light.

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' Warriors ... The Battle Cry Song ... '

There Are Sounds of Ancient Thunders
There Are Sounds of Ancient Drummers
        Calling … Brave Warriors
         Gladiators and Warriors

And They’re Marching To The Cadence of Their Hearts’ Pounding
Marching, To The Cadence of The World’s Rage Resounding
They’re Going By The Beat of Their Heart’s Pumping
By The Steady Flow of Blood and Bloodlust, Tells Me Somethin’

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …


But, We’ve Seen These Men, Playing With Their Children
We’ve Seen These Sons and Their Laughter, I’m Hearing
We’ve Seen These Men, Loving Their Babies
And Tenderly Holding and Kissing Their Ladies

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From Warriors … When They Die

               … Warriors …
         Courageous Warriors …

Sticks and Stones, Swords, Arrows and Bombs
Lances, Knives, Hand to Hand Combat, Napalm
God Almighty, Oh, Thy Kingdom Come
Please Rescue Us, From The Kingdom of The Gun …

And Prophecy Is Marching – Listen, All Who Arms Bear
Warriors, Must Beat War Weapons Into Plowshares            ( Isa. 2: 4 )
And When War, Is No More, Then We Will Hear
All Warriors’ Battle Cry, Will Be An Amen Cheer !

              … Gentle Warriors …
            Peace-Loving, Warriors …

2nd Chorus:

Oh Lord, Please Stop These Warriors’ Battle Cry
And The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Mothers and Wives
The Battle Cry, Coming From Their Little Ones’ Eyes
The Battle Cry, Coming From A Warrior’s … Last ‘ Why ? ’

                … Warriors …
           Courageous Warriors …

How Can Flesh and Blood, Mortal-Men, Be So Fearless, I Wonder
Are They Strengthened By Duty, Love and Honor
Facing Danger, Death and Being Torn Asunder
Sacrificing All, As A Fallen Soldier …

                 … Warrior …
           Courageous Warrior …

Details | I do not know? | |

black mold

a hint of lime
brings back the time
when we were young and stupid
we loved like children
in the rain
i wish we only knew it
we walked for miles on 
eighty proof spiced rum
we found no answers
the shag green carpet 
told the truth about alien landers

will we go all the way
will we stay in all day
on Robitussin chasers

well we slept above the cigarette store
all on separate couches
we ran a tab
for beer and cigs
and hit four hundred dollars
bored to death
but still alive
we drove right out of town
chris got pulled over
and a dui
and then my car broke down

will we go all the way
will we stay in all day
on Robitussin chasers

brent and i stayed in a room
that rented by the hour
drank Robitussin 
and each other in 
and we waited for my brother
chris showed up at ten am
he spent the night in a cell
jeff showed up and took us home 
and we drank til we felt well

will we go all the way
will we stay in all day
on Robitussin chasers

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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

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' The Four Horsemen ... '

On A Pure-White Horse, Sits ‘The Champion’
He will Ride on to Victory, ‘til the War is Won
On A Fire-Red Horse, Sits The Warrior
He Rides Forth into Battle, Blood, Rage & Armor

On A Bold-Black Horse, Sits A Dark Guest
His Name is Famine, Poverty, Gloom & Unrest
Scales Balance His Weapon & Weigh Out Threat
…. And On A Pale-Horse… Sits Death…

And The Horsemen Must Ride…
The Horsemen Must Ride…
On an Ever-Rushing Tide
… The Horsemen Must Ride…

On Gathered Clouds Above, I can See Them ‘Cause
This is What The Poets & Our Prayers Speak Of
They’re Racing On The Wind To Glory and To Send…
They Must Keep On Riding, ‘til The Very End

There… See Them On The Horizon…
Blocking Sight Of The Moon and Sun
Holy-Vision, Shows… Here They Come…
… Death, Dark-Guest, The Warrior & The Champion

And The Horsemen Must Ride…
Yes, The Horsemen Must Ride
Following-Each, Side by Side
Ever-Rushing Tide… The Horsemen Must Ride…

The Prince of Peace…
Is The Royal – Heaven Sent Champion
The Rage-Warrior…
Stands for All Wars, ‘til There Are None

The Dark-Guest,
Equals, Eye-for-Eye, ‘til Due is Done…
And Death…
… is Always Coming for Someone

That’s Why The Horsemen Must Ride
The Horsemen Must Ride…
Following – Side by Side, Ever-Rushing Tide
Ranging Far and Wide

The Horsemen Must Ride…

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Beauty of the Maliced-Night Come to me, Wake me up Forlorn I've been for Centuries My heart beckons for the day of the thought of You Glimpsing in my dreams I see you fighting through The Iron-Gate that held me too You ordered my death in such a Beauty-Blinding way How can I refuse? The dust and sand of the desert's wane Has left myself to Blame The lust and land of the Desert's Wane Suffocated me with the forlorn days I've met you my lover I've met you my execution I've met you my Loving Shame I've met you my Salome Salome, Selfish Lover Salome, Gates of Jerusalem hold you In Salome, my Beauty The Dust and Sand of the desert's wane The Lust and Loving Shame Has left Myself to Blame I've Met You My Salome

Details | Light Poetry | |

Lennon Incognito

Lennon Incognito

Was is that bad John?
You’re looking like rather
White and sheepish!
Was the Beatle-mania bad enough
For you to resort to faking your own death?

Couldn’t you take your own advice 
and just imagine?

Was Yoko Ono that hard to deal with?
Was her bare ass that bad
To see day in and day out?

Why do you look so gloomy?
What’s with the black sheath outfit?
You think no one will recognize 
You with your overgrown
Shaggy beard?

Wrote this for a poetry contest.  It's a parody poem about John Lennon.  I loved John Lennon 
and his music and his wife.  It's just a spoof.

Details | I do not know? | |

"The Mental Trigger"

Mental Trigger 
inside your mind is a set of rules, made to be trigged deep inside of you~
which you could never understand, because its not the real part of you
it placed in your mind to act out in a set place and time~
to do things which you would never do~ and where ones proof, 
never be found because its a seed, a trigger inside of your unsuspecting mind~
because its as old as time, maybe over 2 thousand years old~
the ancient art of take your soul, and make you do things, you your self would not do~
it starts with marks on your body that come from needles in the night
you know not were they come and in the night you wake 
to the smell of stringent scents made by the Concierge of design 
who will be your puppet master, at this all so real monument of time
no were will there be help, who would believe in you 
would i? if not for my own eyes, did i not see ~
my soul, my life taken from me~

P.S. to all who scream and no one hears


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Let's Duke It Out

I was born in nineteen sixty nine
just off the block and in my prime
now let me introduce you to 
some pertty good friends of mine

Let's start with my uncle Jesse
to me he looks like he's ninety nine
but I love to watch him when he
takes nips from his moonshine 

Here's my owners Bo and Luke 
cousins of a kind just hanging out
with Daisy who looks 
so sweet and so darn fine

But There's some other folks
that just don't like our kind
its those sheriff folks thats
watching the hazzard county line

Starting with their fearless leader Boss Hogg
Who's radioing all the frigging time to
Cooter and Davenport And to that rascal
Rosco P Coltrane who he cannot find

Now my life is such sweet devine
when your jumping in and out of my windows 
while running from those sheriffs from Georgia County line
in my general lee waving a confederate flag thats in it's prime
Honking my horn to a dixie tune of same kind

Tribute To The Dukes Of Hazzard LOL

Also Entry For
Christopher Higgin's 
Get Your Rebel On!

Tho This Poem Is Not About A Person 
Changing My Life But The Time Era Did
And Something About That Show Changed Me
About Opening Your Heart And Home To All

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It is quite a land
Where the hollows call their home
Where Queen Mary Stuart would demand
That she was the rightful Queen of England

It is the land that William Wallace
Fought and would die for
And if that meant
He would continue to got to war

With their enemies of the south
I have the courage and will of Wallace
I can tell stories from the mouth
Just like Robert Louis Stevenson

My last name is Gaelic
For the many hollows of Scotland
And just like the brave William Wallace
I would fight to be a free man

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Human Race

Through the vast seas of life,
And the vast seas of time,
Now is when we should change our minds.

As honors at stake and riches to take,
Possessions that will brake,
And people will forsake,
Purging in the streets,
Civilizations to reach,
Knowledge to be embraced,
Labor will be erased,
Utter pleasant words will take its place.

Put deprived children in the human race,
And watch delight show on their face,
Blackened betray will be no more,
Visibility will take over the blackened storm.

Passion will once again emerge,
From the depths from where it was purged,
And humanity will once again merge.

As the mountains of power take form,
And all of the people mourn,
Their Gods will show their true forms,
For some it will be a delight,
For others pain suffering and fright.

Now is the time to gather our souls,
Make them as one,
And we will become hole,
For this is the symbol that should take place,
For this is the symbol,
That will save,

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Blood - Brothers

I Hear Drum-Beats Across The Land… Can You Hear It?
All Our Homes Are Handed Down by The Highest Spirit
Long-Ago, The Native Peoples of The Land
Knew… The Earth and Us – Go Hand in Hand

I Hear Hoof-Beats Across The Land… Can You Hear It?
Its Not The Buffalo or Antelope – Who Grew To Fear It
Its Battles of Braves and Soldiers – Both Grim Reapers
Can’t Forget… We ‘Are’ Our Brother’s Keeper…

         Blood – Brothers
… We Are Blood-Bound To Love
         Blood – Brothers
We Are Blood – Brothers Of
All Sons and Daughters of Mankind
The Great Spirit Binds…
      … Blood – Brothers

I Heard Hate – Beat Down The Land… Did You Hear It?
Pollution and Persecution… Its Time To Cure It
End Our Journey On The Trail of Tears
With Broken Arrows and Rivers – Running Clear

I Hear Heartbeats Across The Land… Can You Hear It?
If You Turn and Face The Wind… You Are Near It
It Pounds Deeper Than The Skin, Or A Flood
It Echoes To All …  Its In Our Blood !

        Blood – Brothers
… We Are Blood – Bound To Love
        Blood – Brothers
We Are Blood – Brothers Of
All Sons and Daughters Of Mankind
The Great Spirit Binds…
      … Blood – Brothers

              * * * * *
The Eagle Flies On The Breath Of Life
         And So Do You
May The Blue Sky And Your Clear Eye
         See Many More Moons

Keepers Of The Earth… Guard This Turf
        And Each Other
For Every Human Birth… Has Worth
         As A Blood – Brother

For Those Killed and Blood Spilled
         The Ground Cries
Soaks The Dust… And Curses Us
         When A Brother Dies…

          Blood – Brother …

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O Calliope

Will you help me find the words Oh Calliope I need a muse, something to inspire Oh Calliope Find the words to enchant Oh Calliope Everything I give Everything I write Everything I want Everything I need Everything I try You will inspire So come to me Enchanting me Oh Calliope You're all really need Oh Calliope The words I write Tainted by your touch Oh Calliope You are not to know What will become of thee Oh Calliope You are my heart You are my soul You’re all I used to be So whisper to me Oh Calliope Everything I give Everything I write Everything I want Everything I need Everything I try You will inspire, So come to me Enchanting me Oh Calliope I could always need you Something I can always use so go on enchant me oh Calliope Everything I give Everything I write Everything I want Everything I need Everything I try You will inspire So come to me enchanting me oh Calliope

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' By All That Is Holy ... ' (Medieval # 1)

By All That Is Holy… The Knight Rode Away
Yonder o’er the Borders and Hills
Away to a Kingdom… to be His One Day…
Bound by Pledge and Royal Seal…

… for Valor and Honor and a Deed Well-Done
He wast’ given the Titles Thereof…
Glory and Power of A Champion
Of The High-King, He Loyally Loves…

By All That Is Holy… We Speak of His Fame
By All That Is Holy… Comes Thru His Name
That Strong, Gentle Knight of Light and Love
By All That Is Holy… Be Blessed Above

By All ‘Tis Holy  -  Pure, Virtuous
He Vanquished all His King’s Foes
In Obedience and Boldness… So Beauteous
That Forevermore… Everyone Knows!...

By All That is Holy… He is Now, Lord of Lords
GOD’s Will, ‘tis His Shield… Justice ‘tis His Sword
Prince of Peace, Paid a Ransom… we could nay Afford
… an Eternal Crown… ‘Tis His Priceless Reward

By All That Is Holy… The Hero Rose Away
By All That Is Holy… He Will Return One Day
We wilt’ Herald and Cheer, as Sir Mercy passes through
By All That Is Holy… He can Save You Too!

Details | Epic | |


Long before a sheath is woven, before the cocoon is made, 
Before a caterpillar seals it’s womb, before the eggs are laid,
Before air becomes the breath of life of everything that breathes,
Before a hawk takes to flight, before fish swim in the sea,

Before the cattle graze the range, and the beast roam through the fields,
And the creeping thing also crawls the earth, before the mountains and the hills,
Before the valley becomes a  dale, before a tree is grown,
Before a pod becomes a plant, before the garden is sown,  

Before the earth takes shape and form, before stars light up the sky,
Before the likeness of God was made, there was no you nor I,
Before the ashes and the dirt, and the mold of man was clay,
Before the dark and morning, there was no night or day,

Before the Heavens were set aside from Eden to the east,
Before God cursed his creation, into the belly of the beast,
Before the tree of knowledge was touched, before the tree of life,
Before Adam was tempted by his mate, before Eve was given to wife,

Before the earth was flooded, before Noah and his Ark,
Before Moses rose his staff on high and the Red Sea, God, did part,
Before the coat of colors was placed on Jacob’s son,
Before the king of Egypt, Joseph was the one,

Before the ten commandments were written in the stone,
Before the voice of God was heard, before Christ stood all alone,
Before the Son of God was born, before Mary became God’s wife,
On the cross, Christ surrendered to man, The Ultimate Sacrifice.

Details | I do not know? | |



There sits Mama old and gray,
Rocking, rocking night and day,
Her life was always full and gay,
Till that day, Pa went away.


Time was when she was so young,
Raven haired and full of fun,
Many a beau would come to call,
But her heart she gave to Pa.

She would flirt and tease them all,
Wear her shoes out at a ball,
Pa just stood there with a grin,
Some how he knew, she'd marry him.

Their life began on a bright sunny day,
In a little church in I-o-way,
They packed their things, joined a wagon train,
And headed west to the open plain.

They didn't have much, like most folks then,
A change of clothes and a couple ol' hens,
Some pots and pans and a hog or two,
And Pa's big stallion called Ol' Blue.

Ma road the wagon and helped Mrs. Green,
Pa helped Fred with the cattle and things,
When evening came and chores were through,
Ma'd help Pa brush down Ol' Blue.

They couldn't travel very fast,
But Pa and Ma made each day last,
Every minute of every day,
Seemed a treasure to store away.

They went through snow, rain and sand,
Until they reached, Dakota Land,
Some how in their hearts they knew,
Here at last, their journey was through.

They took the land the law allowed,
Built a sod house and small corral,
And as their family grew and grew,
More land, was added too.

It was a struggle, you can bet,
To raise a family on just plain sweat,
When evening came and supper et,
From the Bible Papa read.

Through Indian raids and summer drought,
When Prairie fires burned them out,
Buffalo stampedes and winter's freeze,
Pa and Ma'd be on their knees.

They taught us the laws of God and man,
No finer couple, in the land,
They were always there at beckon call,
To take our hand lest we should fall.

No matter what hardships or trails they knew,
Together, they did see them through,
And for 68 years this proved true,
As their home on the prairie, grew and grew.

It breaks my heart to see Mama there,
Sitting in her rocking chair,
She's just waiting till the angels call,
To take her home to be with Pa.


                       Cile Beer

written l975

Details | Free verse | |

Last Sail Burning

There was a fire on the pirate ship
Two parrots flew out like a whip
Returning they squabbled on deck
Feathers flew around—a shot!

The moon came out and drifted
With clouds moving to and fro
Bottles crashed and songs rose
The party continued all night

It was every man for himself
At sunrise a plank extended
The walker, blindfolded, landed
Head first on the ice—plunk!

It was a pirate ship, stuck
Bed of ice was all around
Middle of the lake
Far from the tropics

Lost and off course
They now burned
Their last sail
No wind


Details | Lyric | |

That Day

See, it's the Risky Truths
 that we try to brush under the rugs, 
replacing them with fantastic fantasies, 
but we never seem to realize, 
until THAT day, that those fantasies 
that were so easy for us to build,
 may not be so easy for our children to. 

And it is on that day, 
the day you meet truth, 
the day your child meets truth 
and comes to you, their hero, 
with broken eyes, asking "why", 

on that day, 
a catastrophic wave of guilty insignificance hits your soul,
 and with a truthful tear 
overshadowed by a denying voice, 
you say, "well there was nothing daddy could've done." 

But until then, 
until that day, 
if ever that day, 
life is...fantastic

Details | I do not know? | |

"Anesthesia, how i do not love you"2-16-09

"Anesthesia, how i do not love you"2-16-09

your breath is of a Drug-inducing interjection of a Lullaby  
singing the unsuspecting, unconscious, unaware 
into a deep and danger  "Hetero-suggestion"

come trespass into the night 
as I lay helpless in my bed
fill my thoughts with dread 
make me your unwilling slave! 

"Mesmerism" is by the State of usage
used in the mind to control the innocents     
to a violation of which 
morality is but a vapor a way~ 

i don't remember said the unguilty blameless
its not my nature, it is just not me~
I could not have did this sin~

how to walk the line of care? 
when the air you do breath 
changes you world~ 

to inform you, that never warned~
that your "Enemy" has a new Tool~


Details | Lyric | |

In Days OF Old

In days of old, as nature's dust laid heavy upon the unexplored land...
As life's untameness bearing it's suffering........
Among all those about....

When deep laughter, became lost within...
When life 's survival lay within actions of other's hands...

When life's uncertainities were.......
Unknown mysteries of living times.

When man's decisions weighing between life or death.....
Binding his soul.....One of which he, himself and God only knew....

Hath, in reality man changed time?......
Or hath time really changed man?....

Details | Cowboy | |


     I’ve seen their spirits ride at night, 
In total darkness and clear moonlight, 
Souls that search for what is right, 
These men that they call Cowboys. 

     With open heart, determined face, 
Eyes that see a far away place, 
No eternal rest, 'til they run the race, 
These men that they call Cowboys. 

    They search across history, 
To return our civil gentility, 
And the way  things ought to be, 
These men that they call Cowboys. 

     Nothing gets in their way, 
Honor bound by what they say, 
They pledge to bring it back one day, 
These men that they call Cowboys. 

     Promise made, I over-hear, 
From their mission, they’ll not veer, 
It’s their duty to find, the Lost Frontier, 
These men that they call Cowboys. 

     I know their voices from my dreams, 
Calling me to come upstream, 
Perhaps, my life, to redeem, 
These men that they call Cowboys. 

     I must make haste and decide, 
If on this quest, I will ride, 
With them, I know, I can’t backslide, 
These men that they call Cowboys. 

     I pause...consider...hesitate... 
They ride on. It is too late. 
They leave me with my own mistake, 
These men that they call Cowboys. 

     Waking, as if, from a trance, 
I cry out for one more chance, 
But they have gone without a glance, 
These men that they call Cowboys. 

     I realize they have come before, 
Blazing trails, opening doors, 
To Freedom, Salvation even more, 
These men that they call Cowboys. 

    I know these men, I owe a debt, 
I should have gone.  It’s my regret. 
To this day I seek them yet, 
These men that they call Cowboys. 

    So I search for their spirits, late at night, 
In total darkness and clear moonlight, 
And pray for the chance to set things right, 
With these men that they call Cowboys.                                    

Details | Lyric | |

Brilliant St. Petersburg

Ah, what beauty around!
This day began deliberately.
Even the sky and river Neva have a same a blue colour.
Between them domes fly,
and a thin steeple rises
with a little gold ship at the top.
In the Smolny Cathedral,
the bells whisper.
On the Gulf, calm and silence prevails.
I see unearthly beauty
in the lacy lattices of fencings;
lanterns guard bridges for you,
my St. Petersburg-Leningrad!
Here, palaces have stretched wings.
Here are fountains, as if a mirage.
The architects and masters
of the different countries and epochs
have constructed the Hermitage 
next to the Neva.
Delightful cathedrals,
and the most elegant Summer Garden.
This proud facade of city is the fruit of a talent,
the tears and the loving of them.
Stone lions and sphinxes sit observing the Neva.
They look mysterious, even strict,
as if they store secrets and the past of my city
in these restless, difficult days.
I see Nevsky Prospekt in flood of lights,
and the Summer Garden - the SILENCE lives there!
I see for a window of my love and memory
So many different, beautiful days!

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imma triplethreat

ima triplethreat
im clamin the flame
and during ice age
i was the comet that came
))))HIT IT(((

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A Cowgirl's Dream

To walk through a paster full of 
wild flowers, up to her West.

To sit under the shade tree's, with
the one she loves.

To lie in the cool grass at night 
staring at the moon and stars talking about forever.

To listen to the stories from the old' days,
told by an old' cowboy.

To lie in the cool grass in the light of day,
listening to the birds singing.

To sit in a swing and listen to the 
rain on a tin roof.

To walk down an old dirt road,
that has long not been travailed.

A cowgirl's dream is not only like 
the words to a country love song,
But is the dream of all dreams that 
gives her the freedom she longs for.

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Forsaken Eurydice

A quick game is all it will be
I can tell you can hear my shouts and screams from forest 
Your home it beckons thee
Why won't you come and play with me?
Why cant you cure her?
The venom isn't too deep
If you could awaken her once
Cant you do it again
 Did sorrow blind you?
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be 
For I have forsaken my Eurydice 
He will never listen 
No is all you will hear
Death is always the killer of love
Death will always win
Go back to your kingdom
My words have been proclaimed
Your music will not be able to charm
Why don't you please
Give him his love
He went this far in vainI
f he cannot see her blank face
Wont why you please
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be
 For I have forsaken my Eurydice
If it will please
You can see her
Only without your eyes
Throughout the dark realm
Looking back will forsaken your Eurydice
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee
Why I not could listen to the dread king
All the life to you I could bring
I had to look back with eyes of dismay
Eurydice Eurydice how mortal death has forsaken thee 
Music no more will there be
 For I have forsaken my Eurydice

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over a coarse of time

Seems I’ve reminisced 
The feel
Of a home cooked meal
Ducking the pleasures 
Of a sainted veil 
A clause in the end
From which finer things appeal
Black jack matches not
To a fisher mans luck
On an antique reel
But on the real
The expectations in this life
Remain a comfort 
That refuses to chill
Let your thoughts rest 
On an old lads chest 
Considering the circumstances
If we make it 
We can all attest 
And adore this political mess 
If not then as victims of stress 
Unblessed in this planet 
Of slanted chess
We’ll confess

Another night
Another days passes 
Do you find it lovely 
How nothing ever last
But many men have cured
Their fascination 
Of becoming non minute men
Flawed by incarceration
Deep within the dungeons 
Of a  softer conscience
In irregular form
A veteran lies victim
Of defeated white blood cells
A child with no home 
And swollen tonsils 
The dark settles 
Flashbacks meddle 
Trouble around the corner 
As a lunch line unveils 
Never was a fighter 
Just a swinger 
As I found myself catapulted against 
The cafeteria wall
The integrity 
My sucker punch instilled 
Broken glass jaws 
Over a 4th grade meal
Or mainly just an individual 
Twice the size of me 
With an inability to feel
I sat still 
As the principal sought 
A stern punishment
Not as astonished with 
The other kids compliments
For my stomach ache
From a lack of warm condiments 

Moral of the story  is 
I was fighting then
I’m still fighting now
Obstacles tend to ware me down
The inexperience of my peers 
Seem to no longer enlighten me now
Have to find new ways to learn
Or disappear into the unclear
Fatigued as a writer
Tend to want to touch on subjects 
Closer to lighter
Symptoms of a September baby
A Virgo born of a harlot 
With nine children unknown 
A none buffalo soldier
A phantom on a Harley
The ghost of Robert Marley
An astronaut in my younger years
Screaming for Apollo thirteen
As the thunder neared 
Off my coarse of inspiration 
I veered 

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Wounded Knee


Wounded Knee, hear their plea,
Hear their cries, hear their sighs,
Hear their dreams,
The Ghost Dance
Was their chance to be free.


When the gold rush in the 1870's,
Brought the white man in,
Crazy Horse and Sitting Bull,
Began to raid again.

Who knows if it was just or not,
In wild and lawless days,
Sitting Bull retird to the reservation
And for many years there stayed.


Then in the 1890's,
Wovoka, a piaute man,
Taught the Indians the Ghost Dance
To bring peace to their land.

The pony soldiers feared this rite,
And arrested Sitting Bull,
When he resisted and was killed,
The soldiers lost control.

His people fled and joined Big Foot,
The soldiers brought them back,
To a camp on Creek Wounded Knee,
And some rotten, filthy shacks.

In freezing winter, no means of heat,
Men, women and children crouched there,
Not even as warm as an animal,
Snug in a den or lair.


No one knows how it started,
Some say a Medicine Man,
Threw a handful of power in the air,
As a signal, the fight began.

Yet others say a soldier,
While the Indians were being disarmed,
With a rifle shot, an accident or not,
Was the one that set off the alarm.

I guess it doesn't matter,
For when the fight was done,
Two hundred sixty there had died,
Tell me who really won?

This was the deciding battle,
It was the last big fight
To occur on the nothern plains
Between, the Indian and the White.
                      Cile Beer

Dakota Land albumn written l975

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Escaping Taxes

Hiding within the oval office,
I close down borders and raise taxes,
People will never be free,
Not him nor you or even me
The government owns us all
We pimp your talents and profit off your success
The government owns us all
This country was built on the backs of people
People who are different by the color of their skin
Slavery will never end…
Not as long as we still pay taxes!
Slavery was reformed into the normal working day
Each and every day I work
And who gets their money before I?
Even though they didn’t help,
They didn’t cook or clean. 
But still they get paid before I.
The only way to escape slavery in the US…
Is to simply DIE!

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In the Kingdom of the fountains (from published book)

(The  fantastic  excursion for children from 6 to11 years)

                                                              On coast of deserted waves…
                                                               Alecsandr Pushkin

On the coast of the Baltic sea,
Peterhof still stands and remembers.
It is the keeper of memory of the centuries,
and the creation of Tzar Peter the Great.
There is the kingdom of dancing water,
Palaces, sculptures, gardens to see.
Every day, there is cheerful laughter,
and everyone can have much joy!
But every night, here under the moon,
you can see the other world:
the forest ghosts, the water maidens
who sing and dance, and with them,
Marble Eve and Adam.
Sculptures of the Mountain
are figures of a chess game,
pawns, knights, castles, king and queen.
Warrior Samson plays chess with Triton
from midnight to dawn.
There, shadows wander among forest paths,
and silhouettes of ships
are floating somewhere far
above the waves.

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If we only Knew

If we only knew!

We are on the other side,
From when you lied,

If we only knew

That you were there to hide,
All the way on the other side,

If we only knew

When you’re going to make the big stride
To be my bride,

If we only knew

That you would leave me untied,
And untried,

If we only knew

That your pride would decied,
With the reside,

If we only knew

Pretty soon the reside would divide and collide,
Far out the wind would ride aside your pride with sounds of great divide?

If we only knew

To be careful when we misguide far and wide with just one direct tide

Along the world side, 

If we only knew

What to do when we are all through with nothing true,
Listening to all the dried up and fried minds of life died,
Alongside me and you,

If we only knew

Why we are eyed and spied, why they hide beside the relied and take pride in 
everything implied

If we only knew

Why they only come around with high tide and subside the untied,

If we only knew

Why they hide the replied and rely on the untried for a wave guide,

If we only knew

Who was supplied with misguide to follow the flood tide and provide the war 
bride pool side
With everything lied.

Thanks for the ride 
Ill be seeing you on the other side...

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I am Cien....

Every one wants to know what is wrong with me. 

I tell them nothing Im Cien. 

Like I just woke up from an endless dream, 

and at that moment I can see everything, 

What kind a joy will come,  

What kind a hate will come, 

How will I keep my feelings numb? 

All these years and barely having a crumb,  

but to a man with nothing esle in his life 

What a perfect battle for him to fight.

My only fear is to fail you, and 

those who know not what we do,

and so as the battelfied approaches 

and i get a final word from the coaches,

I say to you put me in the game 

I am ready and I now know my name....

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Let Freedom Ring

I Have a dream, his words echoed round the world
that one day every little boy and every little girl
would walk together hand in hand
As brothers and sisters in a colourless land

A dream that one day this proud nation
Would finally eradicate segrigation
that no one will be judged by the colour of their skin
instead on the chracter that lies within

Let freedom Ring from stone mountain in georgia
Ring from the peaks of california
Ring from the land of the pilgrims pride
Ring from every hill and every mountainside

A dream that the state of mississippi
Will one day understand the true equality
and live and work for the greater good
and treat each other like we know we should

A dream that we stand side by side
Hold on to our dignity and cultural pride
and walk together to a positive end
I have a dream today my friend

Let freedom Ring from stone mountain in georgia
Ring from the peaks of california
Ring from the land of the pilgrims pride
Ring from every hill and mountainside

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My Home Sweet Home

As we pledge our allegiance to the flag
Together in gratitude, let us join in prayer,
For the millions before us who gave their lives
Defending our privilege to breathe Liberty’s air.

Oh say can you see the blessings we share
‘Neath purple mountains and spacious skies?
For our amber waves of grain grow in soil tinted red
By the blood of Patriots who laid down their lives.

My country, ‘tis of thee my heart sings
And upon whom God has shed His Grace.
My country, ‘tis to thee I pray you will always
Sing as one voice for our future children’s sake.

You’re a grand old flag; you’re our Star Spangled Banner
And I salute the virtues o’er which you are wavin’.
You fly proudly as a Beacon of Hope and assurance
For the tired and weak who flee to you for safe haven.

If tomorrow all the things were gone
For which we’ve toiled for over 200 years,
May we one day look into the face of our God
With no regrets for our efforts, blood, sweat and tears.

And, when in the course of human events
It becomes necessary to defend Liberty and Justice for all.
May we hold strong as brothers and sisters under one Father
Or together, we will most certainly fall.

God bless our leaders both here and abroad
May their souls be confirmed in self-control.
And God Bless us all with the wisdom to support the defense
Of Freedom and Democracy for all.

Our Father who art in Heaven,
I’d like to teach the world to sing,
A song that knows no language barriers
A song of love and peace and harmony.

From the mountains, to the prairies,
To the oceans, white foam,
Happy Birthday, dear America,
You are my home, sweet home.

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Malthusian Agenda

The corporation hatched a plan
To hack away the code of life
Arrogance and greed then began
Plotting to profit from our strife
This nation's lost attention span
Grants dull stone to sharpen their knife

Cloaked under the guise of science
Shilling poisons that sap the land
To whittle our self-reliance
Snake-oil reptiles on the grandstand
Hypnotize to bilk compliance
While defiling this fragile strand

As long as stars dance in the sky
Power lust shall tempt to destroy
The fruits we harvest to supply
Vast growth in harmony with joy
Such balance proves grace must apply
Valor pleads we purge the decoy

Yet mercantile lies still defend
Models plotted to reduce chance
Shepherds willing to condescend
That in the name of grim finance
All individuals must end
Every endeavor to advance

So they sow oblivion's seed
While denying true creation
Bombarding genomes they proceed
To execute devastation
For these elitists stand agreed
We deserve only starvation

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Hee Haw

                                             Hee Haw

                                             Hee Haw

                                    Come join Buck and Roy 
                                for some picking and grinning 
                                             for us all

                                             Hee Haw

                                             Hee Haw

                                    Now look at Junior and Lula
                                        Giving a big salute
                                   from the corn fields so tall

                                            Hee Haw
                                            Hee Haw

                       There goes Granpa Jone and String Bean
                                 Slapping their chest and knees
                             To a banjo and a harmonica's call

                                            Hee Haw

                                            Hee Haw

                                 Let's listen to Jim and John
                                    Sernading to the gals
                               of Kornfield's lumber shaw

                                           Hee Haw

                                           Hee Haw

                         Now don't forget about Minnie Pearl
                            and her straw hat with tag
                    swinging in the breeze from a yodel caw

                                          Hee Haw

                                          Hee Haw

                     Well folks it's time to wrap up this salute 
                          for all those who gave it their all
                        from the wacked out show known as 

                                            Hee Haw

                                            Hee Haw

Tribute To 
The Cast And Crew Of
Hee Haw

Thanks For The Laughs

Buck Owens

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Nizhniy Novgorod's Kremlin*

Above a pulsating arrow of two great Russian rivers,

there, where Oka merges to Volga

and already flows farther downstream, 

to the Caspian sea, 

an ancient, wise Kremlin stands – like a soldier 

on high coast of the big ancient city of the Russia, Nizhni Novgorod. 

Kremlin looks very attentively at boundless meadows

and at cultivated fields and forests,

 the small villages and big cities

of the Nizhniy Novgorod territory.

The white ships float past,

They salute  the old soldier and ask its blessing. 

Birches and mountain ashes, wild cherries and apples 

in springtime decorate this coast with fresh greenery and flowers,

In the autumn – with gold of leaves and with red fruits.

The ancient Kremlin looks far and never sleeps.

It observes all around and welcomes the ships,

recollects the events, the dates, people.

Maybe, sometime Kremlin will recollect me also, 

Because I was born in ancient Nizhniy Novgorod, 

on the high coast of these two great Russian rivers.

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Dakota Land was Indian land,
Dakota Land was free,
The white man came,
Now all that remain,
Are the reservations,
And the broken treaties.


He stands alone, his head held high,
His eyes have dimmed with age. 
When days of yore pass in review,
His heart can fill with rage.

He was a mighty warrior then,
Sioux was his name,
Dakota Land was his alone,
Before the white man came.

The rivers wide, the rolling hills,
The thundering buffalo masses,
Rabbit, deer and phesant hide,
Among the prairie grasses.

Women tanned the hides for winter,
Spread the berries out to dry,
Gathered roots and herbs and bark,
To keep the winter colic out.

The warrior grand in his aray,
With achievements he could boast,
The boys playing warrior games,
Among ancesteral ghosts.

The strangers came, first there was one,
And then there was another.
What harm could these strange people do,
Amidst the mighty hunter.

Then everything began to change,
The white man brought decay,
The brilliant skies of blue he knew,
Soon turned to darkest gray.

He smoked the peace pipe, signed their treaties,
Gave his word and hand,
Then came the final crushing blow,
His own Dakota Land.

They put him on the reservation, 
Told him here he was to stay,
Said that there would be much blood shed,
If he tried to go away.

Then came the wars, the rageing battles,
Their blood did mingle then .
Even with his many victories,
How could the Indian win.

To ease their conscience, they'd provide,
Clothing, food and bread,
Can this ever pay them back
For freedom, when it's dead?

Laughing Water, Singing Dove,
Crazy Horse and more,
Long time gone but in the heart,
There still remains the scar.

He stands alone, his head held high,
His eyes have dimmed with age.
But in his heart Dakota Land,
And Sioux, are still the same.


                    Cile Beer

written l975

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the world without martin Luther king
my life without my mom's wedding ring
radio without songs
doorbell without dingdongs
teles without phones
bodies without bones
poems without rhymes
clocks with times
rulers without measures
maps without treasures
shoes without feet
songs without a beat
snakes without scales
dogs without tails
t.v. without shows
feet without toes
babies without whines
gold without mines
a watch without numbers
a club without members

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The Knight That Drove the Old Pixie Down

Virgin Brain is my name,
Served on the Disneyworld choo-choo
'Til my supervisor came,
and tore up my time card again...

In the summer of '95...
I joined the Templar Knights
Kind'a dig that kind of  jive....
By August the tenth,
My assignment to me had fell,
And it was one that would  lead me straight to hell...

The Knight I Drove the Old Pixie Down,
and tom bell was ringin'
The Knight I drove the Old Pixie Down,
and the children were singing,
The Knight Who Drove the Old Pixie Down!
They went; da, da, da, how friggin' dumb
da,da, da, your brain is numb
da, duh?, da, duh?, da, da, da!
da,  da, da, da, da, da, da....

Back in my tenement in Brooklyn,
When one day  a young cop did call me,
Virgin , come quick, you're wanted for robbery!!
Now I don't mind servin' time
But the food is no good,
Just be sure, the crime is mine...
Ya take the sentence given,
and ya gotta' serve your time..
But they never should
have taken...
My denim vest!

Like my mother before me,
I will work the ol' rockpile...
Like the guards above me,
I will seldom smile..
I was just dumb, stupid and niave
But the cops got me, so
they could save....
The little pixie I was stalking
Prepared to take her down,
And they got me just before
I was about to have found...
The nasty little pixie,
So evil and so sly,

No wonder someone had paid me,
To see that pixie die...

The Knight Who Drove Old Pixie Down,
The Knight Who Drove Old Pixie Down
And the stoolies were singin'
They went....Ya, ya, ya, he's guilty
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya...

I swear by the ball and chain
On my feet
You can't release a con too soon....
When he's up for parole,
He'd have a better chance,
on the moon.....

Repeat chorus and fade...

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Lost in my life
everything is a myestery
i can not describe
what is happening in history

for life is not pain
going insane
when people have life
then the time perscribes a wife

when world comes to an end
then everything goes stright down the drain
so time is just a bend
for all the soul of the experments of the lain

for everyone trys
and everyone dies
when time just slows down
then i hit the ground

for everwhere i go
i just went really want to show
and things will not pass
as i go now in the grass

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The outkast of the class,
sat alone, Indian style in the corner
So unique caused by newness
but such the same
because of appearance
The invitation of bonding 
was brought about
and he was accepted as a brother
Days, months, and years 
were logged in the the history books
and I still call him brother to this vary day
All the smiles and tears 
was an adhesive to bond brotherhood for life
All the stupid acts committed
acted as a spice to smile
especially when life seemed so hopeless
and tomorrow seemed so far away
Those days sculpted me
And with a eternal carving 
to have that back once again
I sit, and humble myself
with a reality of growing up
I will always have remembrance
of this outkast as helping hand
someone to laugh with
and someone to cry with
I will never forget my brothers
And how everybody helped each other
Even with absence of words
Our memories are tattooed in my brain
They will remain there forever
Bonding with an outkast
created love for a brother

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what days become

I’m happy, I’m sad
I’ve been in the same mood so long
That I can’t tell
I’m happy, I’m sad
I think I’m going through hell
But I can’t tell

As the rest of the world thinks it’s in a recession
I reside with those 
who never had anything to begin with
Maybe a belated wish
A portion of noodles on a small dish
Scratch metal parts 
A lot of muscle and heart
It won’t carry you for the most of your days
But it will marry you 
through the remainder of your maze
Just when you think times can get no worst 
The holidays peer over and into your nights
Life evolves around a lesson in a small town
Where hope is an instrument that’s rarely found
I touch on the premise
And yet to open eyes it remains unsound
Used to having less
And at twenty-two I reach for stars
To catapult my worries 
above my adversaries and scars
I’m almost a man
But I’m not quite there
The majority of my life 
I’ve been stranded in an isolated  state of mind
All spectators seem to do is laugh and stare
I’m home for the holidays
But I am not yet there
Dear life I miss you
And I’m not gone
I miss you
And I’m standing on the other side of a happy home
It’s days like this 
That autumn kisses, and winter tells
It’s days like this 
That paint a warm face pale

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Who You Are, America

Red, White, and Blue,
are the colors that represent you.
All your stripes and all your stars,
has made our freedom come this far.

We listen to your pledge,
as your flag flaps on the ledge:
"O'say can you see,"
and, "the land of the free."

In every American's Pride,
you will find a soldier inside.
There's nothin we won't do,
for you, we will always remain true.

From the Revolutionary War to the War in Iraq,
we'll fight for you and never look back.
No matter the reason, no matter the cause,
we will stand up for you until the last man falls.

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How Mark T Made His Mark

Money for nothing...
Newmark & Lewis you see
Was where Mark T worked
And was visited,
By a famous rocker
Who likely got the idea from him
I long wondered if true
And have been more than satisfied
With the proof.

I thought this tribute was done,
Then I realized I'd missed
the mark...(and I do miss Mark, believe me)
Mark's mark was really on those 
He shared the earth with.
No one ever influenced me musically
more than Mark.  What he taught me,
I couldn't have learned in Juilliard's.
And not just music.
Mark was way ahead of his time.
Way ahead.
He had his weaknesses, who doesn't?
But he did have a good heart.
He was a good friend.
I am sure he was a good father.

I was in numerous bands with him.
Like I earlier stated, somehow
his presence calmed me, even
when we were facing unscaleable
Once he brought over two albums,
pre- band practice.  I was introduced to
Floyd's "Atom Heart Mother", and the Dead's
Live Dead version of "Dark Star"

To this day, these are my favorite
pieces of music, particularly "Atom Heart".

How I wish we could have spent more time together.
How I grieve, with his family.
Only years later learning of this.
Countlessly trying to reach him prior.
Someday I will.

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Days of Oklahoma

It’s like Oklahoma
I owe you so much ma 
Just like Oklahoma 
I own your soul ma

To acknowledge 
A survivor
On a strangers
Is to move along
Minus the tears
And continue
The painting
In pain
The pictures 
Then remains 
But  a mirror 
Of things 
To become 
In vain

Because I own
Your soul ma
You will make it 
No further 
Than Oklahoma

But because 
I owe you so much ma
I will grant 
You safe passage 
Toward your Oklahoma 

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Dylan Echoes

You play me for stupid.
You strum me with lust
across the brass bed,
all the words lying in the dust
of an old refrain.

You play me for stupid
while your smiles suck,
fluttering eyelashes duck
down to cover this
pain in here.

The slithering stealth
of your seductions
no longer intrigues.
I play my deductions,
subtraction reaction
as you disappear
with your tambourine.

Details | Epic | |

the Nomad

Before Sunrise
I shall be off to my doom
One nation’s ruins
My empire consumes 
I will march, I will step
Left foot, right foot 
In continuous reps 
I shall slaughter or be slaughtered
These morbid thoughts 
Allow me not to falter
The evening before my departure 
Flashbacks of the famine I once brought you 
I look upon the face of the infant one 
The gods have blessed this father with
I come to hold 
The wife I no longer bother to kiss
March I shall
For the empire that has nourished me 
From infant to child, child to man
From man, to battlefield god
Your favoritism is what I demand
This morning has come, 
This morning has past
In the gods I trust 
In this steel, my treasure at hand
To kill, to lust, 
No separation of us
No signs of your favor
No shift in my behavior
Grave I may be
The opposition of life often waves at me
As your loyal subject 
I write to you
My lord
Your newly speared nomad 

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And the rockets red glare, bombs bursting in air; gave proof through the night that 
our flag was still there.  
                  HOLD UP!  WAIT A MINUTE!  QUESTION!  
Whose rockets?  whose bombs bursting in air?  Was that really the proof for 
letting me know that my flag was still there?  RED, WHITE & BLUE how untrue 
those are the colors that they gave you. Was it a sign of help or victory?  We need 
to know these things so we can plant our seed.  "Cause see, they have a plan 
now humpf, do we?   Even after all these years we still let them cause us nothing 
but blood, sweat, and tears.  Why do we continue to let them conquer and divide 
now we won't unite not even to save our own pride.  Wit' everyone out fo' self tryin' 
not to help one another just in order to get ahead of each other.  Now, my brother 
that's no way we should treat one another.  We look alot alike more than we want 
to believe but yet in still we let them others misconcieve our youth, our future and 
our tomorrow in which they see their sorrow and that's why they wanna' borrow 
our minds, genes. roots oh, and skin color too!  I mean what in the hell do you 
think is the use of a tanning booth?  I'm provoked, I'm mad and I'm 
frustrated 'cause I can't believe how I'm being hated on in this day and time only 
thing it's by my own  kind. Damn!  I think I need a hit to unwind.  Naw, but for real 
let's keep this legit because I didn't come here to wine, dine, or bs the idea of us 
still being held back in time by violence, money, sex and drugs.  Now hold up lil' 
dude you know nothing about being a real thug.  You see, they can't control us 
physically anymore so they are raping us mentally and using the front door of our 
youth tryin' to keep them held up in a booth like superman with all these new 
rearranging plans coming from the man without a helping hand.  Tearing down 
schools, messing with the elderly and messing up recreation too.  Now what in 
the hell are my black kids suppose to do.  Lift every voice and sing, we need to 
teach our blacks more about Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, and that brotha' 
Raheem. 'Cause you  see all Black men are kings and the day will come for 
them to hide because the black man, he will have a new sense of self pride 
especially with his black Queen at his side.  Facing the rising sun of our new day 
begun let us march on til victory is won.  

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Caesar (Angel of Sadness)

I fear no man, no beast
I randomly select souls and sell them for no lease
I walk with flesh, I gallop with clouds 
Yet on this heavenly palette, I stand with gods ever so proud
I marry for beauty, I sin for lust
My hopes pleasure is honestly a must
Watch for winds from the east, for I have come again
I trust no one, I spoil loyalty with morals
Life is no fun, death is royalty in earthly portals
I trout with my shoulders squared
For in this battle, “good,” I have faired
My mission to satisfy the grips of greed by our egos need
My vision to bring war, 
Tears and sanctuary to my every enemy as they plead
Watch for a cool breeze from the east, for I’ve come again
I will bring riches and luxury to the palms of we poor
I am guilty of taking the everyday that we so hesitantly adore
My equals will love me, your gods will look above me
Yet the jewels of envy will so long to hug me
I will be murdered by those I keep so distant from disasters art
Yet so close to my heart
I will ask why, my keepers will have one last cry
I will carry through will one final task and die 
Watch for winds from the east for I have come again
I will haunt you in your dreams
I will taunt you in your casual scenes
I will take from you, what you have given to me
The guilt the horror of triumph, misery, and loneliness
That I will never get to live and see
Watch for a cool breeze from the east 
Watch for hell to fall from heaven just to tease this beast
I will be spoiled will praises once more, for I have come again

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The Spoiled Child

Freedom of expression turns into
Permission to devalue the rights
Of others and allow a world full
Of hate and death.

The permission of individual rights
Has allowed for the complete 
Dismissal of everything that should 
Be morally sacred by G-d.

A free exchange and no governance
On the web gives groups otherwise
Bent on destroying nations and people
A right to express their intentions and hate.

Religious tensions have become so 
Strong that Christians can’t call Christmas
“Christmas”, Jews can’t have a Mezuzah on
Their doors, and the press can post
Pictures of Islam’s Muhammad in newspapers.

Justice as we know it and the rights of others 
Turned this into a world I’m terrified
To live in and has created a perpetual child
That always gets what it wants.

You know what… 
World, you’re grounded.

[A nessecary thought.]

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it's still a mystery
unsolved-thats me
triplethreat-thats me
no one cant compete
knockin down doors
you bowin down to my feet
im not gon stop
and i dare u hattas knock me
cause when i fall
you'll be still be lookin up to me

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"Dream Call"

Fortunately I feel sense of 
dream,Which knocked think door
of beautiful natural world.

I feel dream like a rainbow 
scattering happiness between 
me and divine world and think
silence of dream is the small 
drop of the tears of eyes and 
which makes oceans of think.

He who likes my dream receives
best,he who dislike lost most

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Will You Be My Bonnie?

Let’s live like Bonnie and Clyde
Steal what we need
then live in hiding
I just want to die with you
While the world is nipping at our heels
we can live off of love and enjoy the thrills
You and I can escape to our little hideout
where we’ll eat only takeout 
Then we can makeout all the time
I’ll be your outlaw
if you’ll be my accomplice
I know you’re good at stealing
as you stole my heart
Stand beside me with your gun
and we can love each other forever
while we blow this world apart
If they finally catch us
I promise I won’t let them take us alive
As the bullets start flying
don’t you be crying
because we’ll be dying together
And as the blood flows from our wounds
it can mix together
Then the world will always remember
how you and I lived and died
but our love will last forever

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Conclusion Of A Person

A person can be so pleasing and yet be raging within.

A person can say one thing and thier actions say another.

A person can seem to be so right and be so very wrong.

A person can be lonely and never be alone.

A person can be quite vigil and still not see it all.

A person can be a great friend and still not be there everytime.

A person can be quite good but never good enough.

 In Conclusion:
A person can have great knowledge and still no change of heart or soul,
they are never what they seem.

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Out Of Vietnam

I was so young, when Vietnam was the talk,
but I remember neighbors, joining a walk.
They said, it was senseless to be way over there,
and the pain, and suffering , was more than we
should bare.  My cousins husband stepped on a mine,
his hearing damaged so they sent him home,
and that was fine.
Signs were posted, and some were carried around,
get our troops out of Vietnam.
Those were the days, people had a voice,
but now days, seems, we don't have a choice.
Now it's a new war, but really the same,
just different ground than Vietnam.
Maybe someone can end this war,
before we forget , what the fight is for.

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stone block in
an acre of
symbol of
freedom under

Inspired by a visit to Runnymede

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Night St. Petersburg


How lovely night St. Petersburg! 

Nevsky Prospekt  Is still 

one from the most beautiful views in the world, 

With his color fires. 

Through 300 years,

Through many, many days.

The silhouettes of bridges 

And ancient lanterns still – are fine!

Here the charming old lattice keeps 

Old Summer Garden  near the river Neva,

Here among ancient lindens

Marble sculptures talk with each other.

In the lake are two white swans

They are the bewitched Prince and Princess.

And the moon has looked at all this beauty 

more than 300 years. 

The night in St. Petersburg. 

In windows of fine houses

Silent waltz in the nights

And the shadows of gentlemen and ladies 

Who lived here some time are dancing here. 

Nevsky Prospekt,

Have good luck always!

Give us your fires, love and charm again,

Ah, How lovely you are, 

my night-time St. Petersburg!



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I Must Strive

I work with such haste
and for that I am the weaker.
Every decision thats made
seems to drag me ever deeper.

When the world in all it's charm
tries to win me over.
I strive to be content 
though it seems I cannot be.

I wan t to be much wiser
but seem to dissapate.
I think I am over zealous
but put to shame such lies.

A very weak vessel am I
in need of CHRIST indeed.
In need of willingness to be
all He's deemed I'd ever be.

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In My Name

"In My Name "

in my name
someone killed me
long ago...
took my name 
and stole my soul

told my heart 
it had no right to beat 

place the name of me
in a chamber of many lies

it seem to me 
i must of die   

i find it hard to 
keep some kind of life

now i wait 
for heaven 
to speak 
so no one els
can pull 
my fly wings 
from under me

and if i ever 
recover my lost 

will i be bath 
in light or my be
Heaven's gold 

someone took 
my good name
and lied on me 
just the same~