Best Caine Poems
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Poetic Lyrics By Thomas Lam Hsi
THERE IS ONLY ONE TRUE GOD...THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY...WHO ALONE CAN
SAVE FROM Satan...who plays 'all' roles...the devil...the 'Lord Jesus'...
the 'Father'...the 'Holy Spirit'...all 'Other Gods'...and 'alien gods'...HE...THE
LORD JESUS CHRIST HIMSELF IS FULLY GOD AND MAN...AND HE ALONE...
IS THE ONLY WAY TO GOD THE FATHER...and to an Actual Heaven!
We...got colors 'an...I...got stains!
You...got 'niggas 'an...we...got brothers!
Streets...are dark but...yours...are lite!
Soul to soul 'an...man to man!
Soul to soul 'an...man to man!
You...cheer...my numbers 'an...I vape...'co-caine!
You...cheer...my numbers 'an...I vape...'co-caine!
Streets...are dark but...yours...are lite!
Soul to soul 'an...man to man!
Soul to soul 'an...man to man!
God's...a 'niggah 'an...we...got brothers!
God's...a 'niggah 'an...we...got brothers!
Colors...as stars...not 'co-caine!
Colors...as stars...not 'co-caine!
Colors...as stars...not 'co-caine!
We...got colors 'an...I...got stains!
You...got 'niggahs 'an...we...got brothers!
Streets...are dark but...yours...are lite!
Soul to soul 'an...man to man!
Soul to soul 'an...man to man!
They say Adam and Eve pranced around wearing nothing
But fig leafs and the biggest grins the world has ever seen
Imagine NO FREAKING RULES!!!
All they had to worry about were those thorny bushes
And the occasional lightning bolt accompanied by a loud booming voice
Reminding Adam, “You owe me big time for this one, my friend!”
Caine and Abel along with seven other offsprings
Were the result of a lot of hanky panky
Do you blame him??? He was the luckiest dude EVER!!!
My question is, how did they keep those fig leafs in place
Scotch Tape? Elmer's Glue? Velcro?
Also why did they need those damn things to begin with
There wasn't another living soul to be seen
Imagine today, if we walked around naked as a jaybird
The population of the world would soar from 7 billion
To well over 20 billion in a matter of nine months counting twins
I'm not saying we couldn't carry on as usual with our daily routine
But perhaps the routine would be interrupted now and then
I have a suggestion for future generations if this becomes a problem
Think of Drew Carey naked!
© Jack Ellison 2014
I’m back like jack in the box
Is it still called religion
When it is the truth
No, I am not using contractions
These fools offend me when
They come up with this s*** that we
Evolved from apes.
Happy Ape day!
I am about to act a monkey on these clowns
I am sick of these clowns with all of their big
Theories that mean little
This is what you been spending my tax money on
I am going to need a refund
Burn all the textbooks filled with lies
Show me the proof up close and personal
Where is CSI, Horatio Caine and the forensic files
I am bringing down your idea of grandeur
Grandiose fools
I had rather take my chances with Jesus
No apology needed
You went around the world digging up cavemen bones
But still cannot figure out how to make a bland of grass grow
More or less figure out how to create a planet and many more from nothing
Then create a rotational orbit that never fails
The most you have done is figure out to orchestrate a few stop lights
That is right they cannot even manufacture sand
I know God must be looking down from heaven shaking his head
“Look, Michael, the humans are still stuck in the middle ages”
We are in the middle of space trying to figure out where the hell to go to next
There are meteorites bigger than earth that can take us out
And you think I am suppose to be content with your big bang speculations
Bang Bang I need to shoot you in the head
You won’t die though because you have your head stuck up your ass
Bumbaclot, Rasclot I am about to start speaking patwa
I am deeper than the oceans without the oil in them
Go for a swim
See I am engulfed in your circle of opinions
Look at all the different species
God created!
But I guess they evolved to
Evolution is their answer for everything
“Well, yes sir I really don’t know but I have to pretend,
Here is a good reason why I feel this way and profess my
Opinions because I don’t want to feel like someone else is above me.
I truly want to be the end of all of all ya’ll
Let me sell you another pill to make the loneliness go away and I’ll take millions to the bank.
And the final thought of the day there is no creator.”
End Quote.
When they read this in 3008 they going to say a genius wrote it.
When will it end?
All of the Unrest
All of the hate is
Hard to comprehend
When will we stop?
Stop putting each other
In Boxes as other try
To stand on top
When will we have peace
Peace in this divided world
is gone instead we watch
Hate increase
When will we love ?
Love the people for who
They are not what color
They are made of
When will we accept?
Accept that this is all
Wrong all the anger
And hate we have kept
Coming into our hearts
Am Just wondering......when will it end?
©Augustus F Caine
The Ausländer
David J Walker
We share the world with sinners
We share the world with saints
We elect ourselves the oft mistaken
magistrates
Who mediates
The distribution of the various
prison tattoo’s
Branding with scarlet letters
The cautions of crossed pathed
Possibilities
each emblem
the feared
confession of Caine
The smokey glass window stained with
the flawed and
overexposed soul
of someone who knows
he/she
will always be
an Ausländer
Blazing cluster of love lingered through my pulse,
after my eyes behold the rainbow that invades my kingdom.
in an unhindered moisture it pledges to stick to it till thy kingdom come.
my mind in bewilderment knows nothing to do either to sue or to woo.
delay defiles equity yet ADR we must put as first.
no one dares to be as beautiful as this,
that nemo judex in causa sua will be useless,
and of which has made our beloved to speak out like Abel before nature takes its cause.
what now is the last hope of Lazarus in our generation when the righteous are laid to the earth
while Caine now walks around without judgement?
could this rainbow be a she or he?
yes,it is a she lest i go against the order of nature.
she looks more glitter than gold
and her walking posture a mighty one as Beyonce.
no choice laid in me than to woo you,making you the best of friends.
hear my prayer the beauty that rules the world
that you be mine till death do us part.
Mr. Caine is a name that everyone knows,
He really doesn't care if you're young or old.
Your discriminatory actions don't apply.
All I know is that he will get you high!
They say that one is too many and a thousand is not enough.
Mr. Caine has broken down the toughest of the tough!!
So when you see Mr. Caine, stay out of his way.
There aren't too many that have and were left here to stay.
First name Co, last name Caine.
There are many that know him, yet only few remain!!
Cocaine.....
gathering and bruising typhoon rain
purrs the pain
jumping off the tracks blind locomotive train
wreck to maime
blooding noses quicker than white caine
ignorance pickled conductors always feign
with hands stained red from another man's ration of grain
predictable as the charted tides of Maine
mismatching words and actions lead the cause of insane
intent should be printed clear and plain
January 12, 2021
Suzette Prime Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
It’s called “Holy War”, “Jihad”,
Murder in the name of God.
Don’t you think that’s odd?
But what is a “Holy War”?
But a contradiction in terms for sure.
Since Caine killed Able,
The cards on the table,
Read “Dead Man’s Hand”.
Blood in the sand,
And blood on the Sun
By fools and tyrants wars are begun,
And not all the killing done,
Is in the name of country and freedom.
It’s the murder of a mother’s son,
The killing of a wife’s husband,
Tearing away of a child’s father or mother…
But God said to love one another,
Not to slay your sister or brother.
Rationalized evil deeds,
Planting foul seeds,
In our innocent young.
Handing children guns,
Taught to shoot the “Unholy Ones”,
Raised on a doctrine of hate,
To sacrifice themselves is their fate.
A “Holy Crusade” for Christianity…?
But there was no Christ in that insanity!
Thousands of years of war,
And what’s it all been for?
There are no real victors or winners,
Just losers, killers, and sinners.
Whether it’s a Holy Crusade for Christ,
Or Jihad in the name of God,
We all must pay the price.
If you kill for religion’s sake you’re a fraud.
Pretending to be doing God’s bidding,
But who do you think you are kidding?
It’s just murder for murder’s sake,
And it’s Satan who your soul will take…
God does not sanction the killing,
Rationalized in his name.
And Christ will not save those who are willing,
To murder innocents doing the same.
Religious zealots commit suicide,
Thinking they’ll still go to Heaven.
But they’re in for a surprising downward ride,
When it’s hell that they will wind up in.
For God is all about peace and love,
Only mankind is capable of hate.
A judgment will come down from above,
And all must accept their eternal fate.
Killing in the name of God or Christ,
Is like rolling snake eyes on the dice.
You can only really lose,
Not only your life, but your soul.
Eternal damnation is the toll.
But if this is the path you choose,
You may live inside a religious ruse,
And let the devil be your muse.
It’s absolute madness on the whole.
You’re flying in the face of God,
And don’t you think it’s a little bit odd,
That He keeps you at His arm’s length,
Though you try with all your strength.
You poor old wretched sod.
Trust is such a deliciously sweet thing
Who
stole
the
strawberries?
Make the yellow-bellied canary sing
Confidence lost in an abandoned mind
Smoky sulfur
and silica methane ...
uptake of noxious fumes to the brain
Pinning blame on the innocent
is such a wickedly gossip thing
Who
stole
the
strawberries?
Make the paid parrots walk the plank
Over the edge,
submersive feeling of a shark bite
Band of brotherly fear: pie-hole footsteps Caine a-coming,
like the razor slice of a sharp knife
A taste for deceit is an acquired appetite;
such a distended, gluttonous thing
Who
stole
the
strawberries?
Loyalty fled, as the cannons started firing
Resentment turned inward,
be a busted gut full of bellyaching —
Sunken boatload of wretched, scurvy self-loathing
Someone coveted the strawberries ...
perhaps it was a fickle foe pretend friend
Check the fingers for the evidence
that is scarlet proof crimson staining
Drink an ask flagon of cherry whine
Who
stole
the
strawberries?
Will be mutineer revealed in due time
The Valley Of Man
Man is a God
But one who stared to long
Towards the sun
Burnt his eyes bright with blindness
Stacking himself aside like mountains
Now miles in between where he is
And where he begun
In the distance grows deception
Further away grows his sun
Until Earth that he lives
Comes in unfamiliar tones
Look across the land in question
Then to the sky
The sun is gone
But in the darkness of the distance
As a moon pride can be
High and mighty illuminations
But all alone in misery
So enamored by the falling
Silver shines of man
Breaks away from his creator
Slowly becomes aware
Of another that eclipses
Be it Able, be it Caine
But it is a brother that cast a shadow
In the valley of the man
It’s the secret game of truth and lies
In that moment when your soul starts to fly
Take a stroll
Fill the void
Lonely Footsteps
Daily Grind
Got it on cruise control
Shadows cross the county line
Face your maker in that final breath
As all the blood rushes to your head
Making your body quiver
Sanity surrenders to
An undying dread
You let confusion and pain
Coupled with doubt and fear
Rule your heart and your head
But that’s NOT what the Good book said
Carry on pace yourself
It’s just a crying shame
The battles only just begun
You’ve only got yourself to blame
Nobody’s come to mourn
Long forgotten faces swim
In a sea of your own reality
Flooded with emotions and memories
Of those moments lost to time
Pressed hard in the cold
Swamped by neglect
Reveal a devastating deep regret
Carry on and pace yourself
It’s just a crying shame
The battles only just begun
You’ve only got yourself to blame
Easy breezy
Raising Caine
Nailed to the cross
Whimpering in pain
Loosed in temper
Death has become
The final contender
As the sun sinks low
And your feet can’t find the road
It’s all spelled out
In binary code
Slight of hand
and with a flick of the wrist
The jesters gaze is
hard to resist
Happiness’ just a phone call away
All in on that crazy train
Walking hand in hand
Complacency and cowardice
Are just enough
To make a good man go insane
Fire in the eyes
Hollow in the belly
Vacant room
Head full of jelly
Vacant room
Full of empty frames
Friends I have lost
Friends I have found
Love
Is supposed to make the world go round
Heavy heart and heavy head
Are just a ball and chain
Dancin with the Ravens
Singing in the rain
In the Belladonnas blackness
Only deaths cold grip
Remains
And as it swallows you whole
You are left there
ALL alone
To play your final role.
In Times Like These
Can I say something? I think my minds funky!
got me feelin like a caine junky,
but I stick to my mary and my peanut butter chunky,
like a looming depression i just can't link to one thing,
Brush off my shoulders, stay proper, stay shining,
OCD,
keepin' it nice and clean,
have my aura settin off a bright and powerful gleam,
cause im just not one to sweat the littler things,
guess I'm just on a mission for happiness and freedom,
but if i was really trying i guess id try and free 'em,
emotional things ive kept in my mental kingdom,
along with things I wish were said,
failed ways to move ahead,
habits i just couldnt shed,
its not a place I often tred,
thank god no bloods shed in your head,
there'd be enough to paint the walls red,
with the battles raged where common sense often fled,
When keeping my control of it all is a job within itself,
and i only take the position to monitor my health,
because peace within my mind is my own form of wealth,
and in life we come to find we really can need nothing else,
seems though now I'm running low,
keeping my mind running slow,
it's putting on quite the show,
so as much as I'm working on saving my glow,
the radiance,
I embrace the chance,
for a second glance,
allowing out that feeling of feeling entranced,
that's what will happen when you stop the chase,
decide to settle for one's beauty and grace,
you hope you found your soul-mate, so don't wait,
there's always less time then we count on,
we're all just hoping heavens not a big con,
not to offend, and not to defend, just not to pretend,
that anything is certain when it comes to the end.
They came from all over - Manchester, Derby
and. Connemara - icons, O'Toole, Bates and Finney,
who would believe the power of future stars,
although they spent their time fighting in bars.
RADA was a dream, a long way from country,
Reed and Marvin muscled in with Shaw and Connery,
Caine gave a sleepy-eyed look for mystery,
while Mitchum was instructed in English history.
Imagine King Henry sending 'Alfie' to the tower,
whilst Connery, Reed and Bates began to cower,
although the former pair wrestled in front of a fire,
If you didn't enjoy 'Women In Love,' you were a liar.
When Reed had his nose in a variety of *****,
O'Toole was enthralling us as Lawrence of Arabia.
Actor with a Cockney accent, Michael Caine -
For decades he's been an icon. May he continue to reign.
In 160 films on the big screen he’s been seen,
and also he was knighted by great England’s queen.