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Sorin Marius Poem
Your blood it boils
with the curse of oil
The backs of black
Their curse to toil.
The legs you wear
Covered in blood forever
And covered in gold
that can never get old
as it stays forever in a trash heap
But as you sow so shall you reap
Look to the sky
See the black?
It is that which you are scared to lack
The snow pounding your face
You so obsessed with race
How is it? That wonderful taste.
The cold, hot, and extreme all due to you!
Your car is gone, buried in the snow.
The stock market, it has been laid low.
The beach town now under water town.
Lawns in phoenix disappeared with Thirst.
As the fake city goes back under Earth.
Look down, to the ground
See your desk? See the black?
It is that which you are scared to lack.
The Earth it eats your room
filled with toys of conquest.
How is it? To actually need?
Too bad, because this is all due to your greed!
Your world it boils
with the curse of oil
The backs of now
Their curse to pay
For what they took away.
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Sorin Marius Poem
Pain steals your mind
but know your not alone
simply listen to your heart.
When you feel the cold
go to where the fish swim
and the sun will shine warmly
and brighten your skin.
Empty my mind
and set my worries free.
I go to where the fish swim
and the mountains graze the sky.
There peace I will find.
This life fills my sight.
Clouds roll over my sky
and darken my mind.
Yet when I feel the cold
I go to an ancient land far away
This ancestral home of mine.
The hills they roll with a breeze
of a thousand sheep moving by.
The land filled by castles on,
of ancient wars left behind.
Cities, homes of poets old,
decayed and delayed by
what Invaders stole.
Hundreds of voices fill the air,
chants of monks are here.
This is the ancient land far away
which was once a home of mine.
Empty my mind
and set my worries free.
I go to where the fish swim
and the mountains graze the sky.
There peace I will find.
Pain gives your mind
a reminder your not alone.
A reminder to listen to your heart
if you ever feel cold.
Walk where the fish swim
and the sun will shine warmly
and brighten your skin!
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Sorin Marius Poem
The world is alit
City of Kiev it starts with you
burning for your right to freedom
of assembly and of humanity.
Crumbling from strong arm
tactics and corruption
Police roll down the street
beating the young, old, and weak.
Wannabe Russian Dictator that is
your President Yanukovych.
Viktor, resign and run to your Russian master!
FSB guide the Police shooting into the crowds,
snipers on the roof,
and cocktails that are drunk by the rich
are weapons for those who seek to be free.
City of Kiev, cover your face
protect yourself from further arrest.
March down to Maidan Nezalezhnosti
Freedom awaits at the end of the street.
Ignore the lie of the politician
Rise up with your brothers and sisters
to the new dawn; take their buildings!
Rise up with your fathers and mothers
to a new life; another revolution!
Finish what the Orange Revolution started.
City of Kiev, the world is with you
as you march for your right.
Humanity is on your side,
no weapon do they have
to stop the hand of the people.
The fist of the people.
Your spirit is with ours and all of mankind.
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Look outside the window and see the cold.
Billions of flakes of snow blast into the air
the hills topped with shining light
They fly away to another end of the frozen night.
The sweet taste bites the tongue of the homeless man.
It frees the chained and abused paved American land.
No more cars on the street,
replaced by the wonderful torrential sleet.
Go outside, hands in the air, and feel the cold.
Do not expect heaven to answer the call.
The only answer is the cold night,
that is brought by the beautiful, moving flakes of light.
The creeping numbness takes all feeling away
then there is no wrong or right anymore.
Smile! Congratulations! You are Free!
Join me now, lift your earmuffs, let's hear the cold.
All the soft steps of a billion flakes in the world.
There are no more machines on the road.
And no more yells or hustles and bustles
of a million people on the city streets.
All the shops closed, the end of human greed.
The slight creaking sound of boots on the ground
but this isn't an another invasion; this is peace.
In the cold, we hear the true sound of light,
removed from the solitude of warm crowded night.
Smile, remove your scarf, and smell the cold.
Realize that it is not as you were always told,
dangerous and dark, a place to find death.
Ah, the sweet scent of a warm fire.
A family and stranger alike seeking warmth.
Our nostril's burned by ice,
the world no longer stinking of vice.
See the power of the cold?
Able to unite people unlike any story told.
Do we need God's device? When we can unite to combat ice?
War, a dream in this wasteland of our hearts.
The old is cleansed and reborn in the light filled night.
The time has come to freeze the apocalypse!
Look in the same window do not doubt what you see!
Yes, it's true, it has entered your heart, we ARE the cold.
Shining like a million morning stars, reborn a thousand fold!
People inside huddled, ignorant and blind.
Outside the cold we do not mind.
“Become what you ARE!”
Look outside and the chains fall!
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Chance, Chance, Do you want to dance?
Dance, dance, toward me in the night.
Hundreds of bodies to the left,
Hundreds of bodies to the right,
Light everywhere and on everyone and up
To the ceiling we now go and then down
to the floor we head low.
Yet, you shine as the only light
that I wish to completely fill my sight
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Down, down to the Earth,
hide your shameful face.
What is a man without grace?
But an Animal
insane and base.
Fight your inner demons
with your mind.
Free yourself to fly
Up, up to the sky.
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The world can freeze
but we can burn
me and you
the world is wrong
but you and I
can make it right
This is our world
made to embrace
and to forever chase
Let's stay warm
just a day
there is this moment
no matter if it's our last
Long is the night
short is our flame
that burns so bright
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Sorin Marius Poem
Liar, liar, burn in fire
corruption is your sire
like the metastasis of cancer
you are no star
though the lights shine on you
you're a black hole
taking everything into you.
Yet, liar, this is not your fault
you may hear others say
Nay! You are the maker of your own fortune
Nurtured by your everlasting avarice
charity is the last word on your mind.
Find your inner nature in the end
That of eternal torment.
But, buy your way with greed.
The greed of other men your steed,
Away from the fire chasing after you
But do not worry it'll catch up soon.
Fire, fire, please get higher
eat the liar and
complete this curse
that we call
greed's hearse.
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Will to power
all you can
The lonely land
That is you
A single tower
On the sea
The waves they break
Your own destiny you shall make
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The cats get fat
on the blood of the poor
They live in ease
while their people are treated like fleas
brushed away to die!
Power to the people, overthrow the order,
all the power to the proletariat!
Hollow words through the mind
hollowed by a bullet in the skull
sent to prison for a view
Anger and Hate for the Communist!
Power to me, I am the order,
follow me or you betray the proletariat!
Hollow words through the mind
hollowed by a bullet in the skull
Sent to the labor camp, educated in pain
life made undone by a Communist!
Long the revolution that can never stop
regardless of how many dead of the proletariat!
Another cat gets fat
on the blood of the poor
They live in ease
while their people are treated like fleas
sent away to die!
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