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I say it how it is in my eyes

Strange this all falls on deaf ears 
a mockery of justice twist whichever way you wish 
people killed in a hospital act of terror yes or no 

Where those blind cannot ever see 
the gospel truth an act of terrorism 
Countries are invaded including their treasuries 
Arms seized they go on the black market 
sold to terrorists to create revolutions 

Forgive me if I am wrong 
Executions some aired 
as snuff videos on line 
tortures aired on television 
extreme violence showing 
shows demonic practices to me 

This world knows its all to do with energy 
invading countries that has been mapped out 
for years by past leaders from their mouths spoke the truth 
relating to their soul's identity in words 

Building a pipeline 
costs the lives of many innocent civilians 
rapes on a daily basic tortures and worse 

Greed you seem to like stirring the cauldron 
with your hate filled tactics aimed at people's ideas  
Destabilising this world all the time claiming its for peace 
Control is your domain climbing a ladder you seek power 
as now the beast inside desires to be number one 

Egypt is where this dynasty began 
then the Roman empire 
followed by Hitler from facts I read 
history repeats itself once more 
reaching above the clouds living and dying 
struck down by a weapon 
used in battle once before choice 

Lets be straight in all this 
countless people are dying
 each and every single day 
God be merciful 
Stop killing the innocence of this planet 
acceptance of guilt a must 
 
I read cluster bombs are being used 
a banned weapon 
why are the terrorists selling these weapons 
not put on trial by this so called security council 

Also the road to Damascus enriched warheads 
poisonous to the soil a chemical weapon 
Imagine the irony of it all pot calling the kettle black 

World bullies are at the centre of all this stage
elite fascists governing rule is exposed
titles gained from stealing rape torture 
murder in those that cry to heaven for his mercy 

Its a list as long as your arm cut short 
The devil has taken reign in most peoples hearts 
beating drums of our Saviour's grace 
holds strong immaculate heart
 
No one can ever argue with the truth 
because in the end it will shine the brightest light 

I am right winged and stand against world tyranny 
also injustices as for years a person suffered 
at them hands himself 
the scar in my soul will find its peace 
at the gate of two truth's we all know the answer 

If we seek knowledge into the riddle of the spinkx still stands 
where sulphur lies a vision is strong proof 
when the head is not buried in the sand 


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2017


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Were Next

I believe this is a word of advice or warning
                   More than it is a poem
I don’t even know where to begin
                              To express the things I feel
How deeply I believe in my understanding
                     Of what’s to come
                                    As well as
                                              What has been
As I watch our Government
                                            Scramble
To solve our nations problems with money
    As did all the great Empires in History
That has crumbled before us
My heart bleeds for the people
                                Who have no concept
Of how to grow their own garden
                   Raise their own beef
                                        Fish, hunt and live off the land
Which to be quite frank is about 90% of the population
What is going to happen when the people
Can no longer feed their families
                                       Out of the local supermarket
Because when they go there
All they will find is a sign that says “Sorry out of business”
Ponder this for just a moment if you will
800 hundred billion may as well be 800 trillion
Because the simple fact is
                                    None of it is even worth the price
Of the paper it’s printed on
And by the time our Government prints that money out
It will be even more worthless than it is today
BECAUSE THERE IS ONLY ONE WAY
To reverse the wrath of God
                                      And that is through prayer
And I don’t see Congress
                          Falling on their knees
Begging for mercy
Before they start to argue about which idiot has the best idea
To fix what their intelligence has already destroyed
                                 “ONE NATION UNDER GOD”
One of my first memories of what I was taught in school
              History---------Repeats----------Itself
Every Empire that considered themselves above the wrath of God
                       “GOD HUMBLED THAT ASS” (Pardon the Language)
And guess what
                        Were next


Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2009


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I'M TALKING WHO'S LISTENING

From North, South, East, and West
I think all of us are full of stress
All the old values are in demise 
Half truths, no truths, are just lies
Radio and TV tell you half the story 
Newspapers and magazines are more gory
New terror is conflicts that abound
A cry of fear is our new sound
The criminals have endless rights 
While the victim is lost in his own plight 
No pretense 
Now days who uses common sense
There is a lot of unhappiness and a lot of strife 
Just look around how can we improve life?
War after war seems like the inevitable solution to a problem
But peace and love is the only way to solve them
Does anybody care?
Is the answer because we all live in fear.
So what is your answer?
It is eating at our thought and lives like cancer.
The consciousness of humanity must soon grow to incorporate this truth
The world as a whole can finally come to a place of peace and harmony now that is proof.
No one is better or worse; 
History repeats itself, mankind is that our curse?

It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our hearts, than to put on the cloak of nonviolence to cover impotence.  ~Gandhi




Copyright © Jeffrey Lee | Year Posted 2010


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Discrimination

Discrimination


Knowledge is power, know your history,
Study his story or her story.
Whichever you favour, to choose your reaction, 
For illumination, learn about the history of your nation.
For history repeats itself,
So make a change, to help yourself.


Learn what made you, the person you are.
Know your roots, before planting your seed, 
Don't let your mistakes, line your history.
Affirmative action will set you free, to ignore the bigotry.


The Afro-American struggle, has similarities with your own;
Surely you too, have been persecuted by someone.
Sure maybe on a different scale, 
But still persecuted, like the feminist females.


Still, treated differently 
Because of their thoughts of you.  
Their opinion of how you look, 
Or what they see you do.
Surely they've closed the door to you too?
And sent you away, 
Before hearing your words?


Simply because of the way, 
You are perceived to be.
It may have even lead you, 
To question the person they see.
They judge you with their power, 
Without even knowing you; 
But even Einstein looked stupid, 
With his mad scientist hairdo.


So follow what you believe, you can really do,
Don't quit because they say, 
You can't do the things you wish to.
Prove them wrong, prove yourself right.
Never let them overcome your struggle, 
Because nothing good comes easy, 
There is always a price. 
So is it worth the fight?


The hardest fight you'll have 
Is with the demons inside you, 
But when you've conquered your inner demons, 
Nothing in this world will be able to stop you.



(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.


Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016


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we our souls will spend our time repenting

we our souls will spend our time repenting 
but the body of truth always comes to light 
in drawing an end to come with true believers 
so they can see the many faces of the devil 

greed in this world money takes over always
as they worship first with the devil’s tools 
invading our space all for the sake of black 
liquid gold tainted hearts in its color so pure 

shame on this world absolutely for mankind
has not learned at all given profound problems
aplenty and stands the testimony of our times 
while war does not resolve anything—death’s end 

only when family lives are directly affected 
they have the fighting right to protect and live 
wherever they choose but we are all controlled 
and always told what to do openly or furtively 

in a system rolling unto the end of mankind
shut eyes in the face of truth and honesty 
the whole setup is a joke makes one laugh 
countries run amok and history repeats itself 

doing the devil’s work at command or by one’s will 
while throwing our money around with profligate zeal 
like they are usually royalty by some birthright and 
this says so much for the world we live in today 

looking at their greed it’s oh so clear for all to see that
with food dished out on silver cutlery and others starving
our priorities have run afoul of charity and common sense
running everything into the ground to support their lies

present catching the past and past is the future’s prologue 
Earth soon develops a chasmic breach at depths reaching a 
heart's song unheard powers unchanging with a most awful
and pronounced Quest of more which destroys the very Soul 

in a such a pitiful world so desolate and blind 
are pure souls who wish with love to shine bright 
one chance will come with a golden sun shining 
but will human kind seize the golden glory at hand 

two paths lie in tomorrow’s dawning shadow dark— 
the path to the end or to the new beginning for mankind 
we live ever together striving for a peaceful endeavor 
we live at war forever on the very fringes of Hell itself 

the way to Armageddon lies open and wants to greet us 
the way to the golden life of peaceful bliss is still possible 
but at tomorrow's dawn do we change our path or will we 
sing the song of stupidity and be dark from tomorrow on 

We must have peace . . . In Our Time or Perish Forever!

Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke – 
A Collaborated Poem, Copyright © All Rights Reserved 
(December 4, 2014) (Quatrain unrhymed poetic form)


Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2014


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Christmas is Here, Jesus is Born

Jesus was born to Virgin Mary 2000 years ago,
And his legacy dwells to date.
Hey yes, let’s sing for the birth of Jesus.
I said, hey yes let’s sing for the birth of Emmanuel,
He was born on 25th December in Bethlehem.
For every year we recollect his birth,
Because history repeats itself, Christmas is here.

25th december is the day, 
The day, the universe shone so bright, with the hero being born,
Jesus is the universe, 
Love Jesus not Lucifer, 
Lucifer who tried to equal himself to Emmanuel!
There can never be a house of equals even if Lucifer dared to.
Heaven will always be heaven.
And hell will remain bottom.

If you do let Jesus in your life, 
You will feel his presence,
Because he was born to guide you through, in this world full of temptations,
Even that evil buried six feet under the ground,
Will be nowhere close in your life,
Only if you do believe in the birth of Jesus who died for our sins,
Jesus is always on the other side protecting us,
Even if we don’t seem to notice!
Now let’s celebrate the birth of Jesus as 25th December looms 
Jesus was born to save the world, which he did,
Christmas is here, Jesus is born
Jesus is God. 

All rights Reserved 

T.m.T scripts


Copyright © Bryan De Poet | Year Posted 2014


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A Few Nothings

To love someone,
Then, to suddenly hate
Dig own dungeons
Then why blame the fate?

When ‘pen is mightier, than the sword’
Then why do actions, speak louder than words?

Finding answers to unasked questions
Laughing at others
While we fail to understand our own perceptions

Why to ‘Forgive and Forget’
When something makes us cry and upset

‘Silence is Golden’, are words of the weak
When left unheard
Even the dumb shout at the peak

Why ‘better late than never’
Moment lost , can it be earned again ever?

Moments we try to forget
Engrave themselves in our mind

Small things we try to remember
Slip away like sands of time

‘Immortal’ time, away it flies
But every Bird, one day dies

To have all, yet to want more
Even the tides calm down & merge in ground
Once they hit the shore

Why ‘little learning is dangerous’
Was everyone born perfect & gracious?

‘An eye for an eye’ says the revengeful mind,
But then one day,
Won’t the whole world be blind?

Why am 'I' a no one?
Until I stand up
& prove ‘ME’ over someone

We fall again and again 
To be learned & wise
But with Bruises and the pain
Isn’t it tough to rise?

Past is said to be ‘gone’
Then why history repeats itself
Future is yet to ‘born’
Then why do we tense ourselves?

If we can do anything
Why can’t we conquer everything?
I guess you pondered over some things
Things you ignored as ‘A Few Nothings’!!!



Copyright © Priyum Bajaj | Year Posted 2015


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Turn the page

Turn the page

history repeats itself
like worn pages upon a shelf
read, used and discarded
author's left brokenhearted

the will to believe, to follow
mirrored faces hollow
from the politicians lips
to child pornography hips

leaders of the new world
educating the little girls
onto the path to success
keys hidden beneath the dress

when will we turn the page
and voice our outrage
or just accept it as law
democracy's fatal flaw.....

Bob Shank-Oct. 8th, 2006
the hell with a vote, grab a rope



Copyright © Bob shank | Year Posted 2006


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History repeats itself, The story NEVER told

In a land far away, in a time not so far past.
A recession came and the people were poor.
The middle class had lost everything,
The bankers and the rich owned them,
Taking their homes and letting them starve,
Interest, the signature, soul sold, bought.
Marx had come onto the scene and Blavatasky.
Ideas, revolt, change, power to the people. 
Crush the bankers and the rich: take their wealth.
Feed the people, empower the ordinary man.
One man came forward, a painter, an artist.
Lead the revolution, a powerful orator.
Hate the rich, hate the evil bankers and business owners. 
Free market, competition, trickle down economics, died.
The new key word:  Socialism. Steal from the rich to feed the people.
His name was Hitler, loved by the people. Kill the rich.
The rich were the Jews, their religion is designed to accumulate wealth.
No love, no artists, conformity, conservatives, defending their wealth.
Team up with the western capitalists, demonize socialism. 
Capitalists start war with socialists. Rationalize, demonize.
The capitalists and the Jews vs the people of Germany.
Germany kills the Jews, just a few, not six million.
Don’t believe the lies of the capitalists. 
The final solution, kill the rich, French Revolution. 
It will happen again, same story, different time and place.
Modern bankers, Wall street, corporations, raped the people.
The middle class is dying, and our future is already coming.


Copyright © Michael Harman | Year Posted 2010


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Page 26

Rocket Number 26, take off to the planet and contrive page 26,
It’s the missing page from my memoir,
This is my Page 26, story,
I for one Bryan, I have been through, travel tears and running on empty,
But whatever happened then, I had something to believe in,
My afflatus was and is faith in God, music & the ambient!
So! Let’s now take a nip to my private peninsula, as we welcome my birthday,
So please, come inside, but don’t go, into hiding,
Somebody say,“happy 26th birthday,”
You can relate with me, only if you’re not another phony friend,-
Otherwise my zest will bomaye, you.
I have dashed into limbo once, smiling with the devil,
And I don’t wana smile again with the devil during nightfall.
Fml! Money is changing my lituations,
And now I’m H.A.M with an iconic life synopsis.
Just to apprise you, in 2001, Veni Vidi full-moon knack in me,
Now with this 26th page of my journal, I have dependent vows,
I want as much currency as sunrise,
So that, it can be effectual to complete the assembly of my castle!
As a Poet, I can fix despair days that consume you’re heart, friends!
It’s my 26th birthday! Reflecting 26 mirrors & my life is, premium,
But I do know one thing,
History repeats itself for every page in a journal,
Just like I believe in De-javour and Karma,
So paint me on your bedroom walls friends, when I can still grin,
And let me be that thunder-storming friend,
You will always have at heart even when,in vacation, 
Now Dj!Dj! Dj! Please, play me that “Crown” song’ By Jay-Z,
Kith and kin let’s rave, it’s my anniversary,
Welcome to my 26th birthday,
And kiss me all, Coz I haven’t yet lost my greatness.
Page 26: = 73 Pages

Recollecting my birth-date! 30th/March
©Bryan De Poet, T.m.T Scripts


Copyright © Bryan De Poet | Year Posted 2015


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50 Fallen Stars

50 Fallen Stars
There's a plague of insanity among us
Is it blind ignorance or just the blatantly ignorant?
A whole new land of despair and those with golden bars shall survive.

Hitler too was a citizen-
Also illicitly placed into power by officials
Did they think they could control the beast?
"History repeats itself," ringing in my ears

War coming in different measures, like none before
The crucifixion will be great, so pray on your decades

Momentous poverty lay upon us at best
The sheer terror that unfolds leaves me with tremors, while the tears that subject my face have the constitution of molten lava.

Debauchery is woven into our once bold- prideful colors that our ancestors
Repeatedly bleed for.
Erroneous is now the clad silken thread
Unwoven- with an apocalyptic surprise.
All I see is red, what happened to the blue and white?

Generations lost
The disadvantage will suffer from a lack of capital!!!

Women back on kitchen tables
Buildings once bubbling with life, the clatter of happy children playing will now crumble like dried stale bread

I'm nausea with fear for our elderly, those that cared for us- now left similar to molded foliage on an abandoned street.

Disabled? Minority? - quenched!
Striving for survival!

WAKE UP!

Take off your rose colored glasses!
Stop falling for the ruse and the propaganda-
Insulting your own intelligence! You already disrespected mine-

I'd rather be fed to a rabid animal then slowly suffocated by a herd of elephants
Are you prepared for sacrifice?
Tearing gold from people's teeth-
So others can lavishly bathe in oil
Retrogressing all that has been fought.
The earth- blood red, from the wounds of the masses

Neanderthals adorning $1,000 suits!  Whom you pay homage to as if it's an honor of the divine
Emerge!!!
I sorrowfully hope it's not too late 
 



Copyright © claudia ruffini-caminneci | Year Posted 2017


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Tremolo to a Vibrato

Tremolo to a vibrato

when loud words
are coughed forth
from the inside.
A chest aches -
and history repeats itself.

Adaggio calls me again -
deaf ears stretch
my arms open
and upside down smiles
spills
your imagination
into sepia tones.

Tremolo to a vibrato

when slick consonants
of clever abuse
peel my naked shadow
from your wall
and quietly sing me
onto your fine linen sheets.

Your fingertips burn.
Ego and psyche tucked -
I am aloe assaulted
with fist-folded skin
clamped upon my mouth.
Nausea will hush my tears 
as they rise and blend
into a cacophony
of eager reminders.

Lost epiphanies bleed
atop blaring crescendos -
the notes scatter
like malnourished roaches
and history repeats itself.

Tremolo to a vibrato

I'm trapped inside a lost journal -
where there are
no watchful eyes in back of me.
An embarrased immigrant is
stripped of his
challenged wares
and cursed sanctions;
learning how to believe in
the truthful lies
of my masochistic mentor.

I usually excuse 
my tattered ignorance.
Self loathing and wanting comes
with the territory -
when my masts are down
and I'm anxiously anchored
inside your nurturing claws;
I sing aloud.

Tremolo to a vibrato -
history repeats itself.

Tremolo to a vibrato - please

don't sing back.








Copyright © John Heck | Year Posted 2011


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Deja Vu

Deja Vu by Andy Jarvis

History repeats itself,
Or so the saying goes.
But generations come and go,
And no ones left that knows.
All the world powers from Babylon
To the Empire of America,
Have used the sword to get their way
Not just Hitler and his swastika.

It’s the fascists that write the history
That they teach your kids in school
A sanitized version of events
They’re treating you like fools.

Some say Hitler was a good guy
He only wanted what’s best.
Germany was prospering
So why care about the rest?
He gave them all the Autobahn,
And a family car to ride
So, Hitler was a family man
He must ‘ve been good inside!

And when he burnt down his Reichstag
On a cold dark winters night
He gave them what they wished for,
Another reason for a fight.

Rid the world of the commies, they cried
The Gypsy and the Jew
But today they cry out terrorist,
And the one that’s shouting’ is you!

Where were you on that fateful day
When those towers turned to dust?
Their commander sat in 3rd grade class
Is his the face that you trust?
He says that he’s a Christian
His mission sent from heaven
I think it’s time he took a look
At Luke 6 verse 27

Slavery is alive and well,
And supporting’ your economy
In the sweat shops of the 3rd world
Tucked away where you cannot see.
And their farmers have to grow your drugs
They’re givin’ you your fix.
They’ll kill their ‘hopes’ to keep it so
The CIA and their dirty tricks.

Guns are the weapon choice of the coward
Not the heroes like they tell ya’
Billy the Kid committed homicide
Whilst his country was built on Genocide
Are these the boys you want on your side?

African American, Hispanic, Male or female
They’ll put you in their front lines
While their sons go off to Yale.
They just want to clean up the mess you see,
Put the people in their proper place
They’ll tell them their ‘America’s Finest’
And bury them in a ‘sacred’ place

When will you see the reality?
When will the light come on in your head?
When your ‘battlegrounds’ ruined beyond repair
And everyone else long dead?
What would you say to Christ on that day
If he came knocking on your door?
Would you grab your 12 gauge off the wall
And blast and scream some more?

Who’s behind things anyhow?
Who’s to blame for the things that you’ve seen?
Just open your bible and read what it says,
1st John Chapter 5 verse 19

A.Jarvis May 2005


Copyright © Andrew Jarvis | Year Posted 2017


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we our souls will spend our time repenting

we our souls will spend our time repenting 
but the body of truth always comes to light 
in drawing an end to come with true believers 
so they can see the many faces of the Devil 

greed in this world money takes over always
as they worship first with the Devil’s tools 
invading our space all for the sake of black 
liquid gold tainted hearts in its color so pure 

shame on this world absolutely for mankind
has not learned at all given profound problems
aplenty and stands the testimony of our times 
while war does not resolve anything—death’s end 

only when family lives are directly affected 
they have the fighting right to protect and live 
wherever they choose but we are all controlled 
and always told what to do openly or furtively 

in a system rolling unto the end of mankind
shut eyes in the face of truth and honesty 
the whole setup is a joke makes one laugh 
countries run amok and history repeats itself 

doing the Devil’s work at command or by one’s will 
while throwing our money around with profligate zeal 
like they are usually royalty by some birthright and 
this says so much for the world we live in today 

looking at their greed it’s oh so clear for all to see that
with food dished out on silver cutlery and others starving
our priorities have run afoul of charity and common sense
running everything into the ground to support their lies

present catching the past and past is the future’s prologue 
Earth soon develops a chasmic breach at depths reaching a 
heart's song unheard powers unchanging with a most awful
and pronounced Quest of more which destroys the very Soul 

in a such a pitiful world so desolate and blind 
are pure souls who wish with love to shine bright 
one chance will come with a golden sun shining 
but will human kind seize the golden glory at hand 

two paths lie in tomorrow’s dawning shadow dark— 
the path to the end or to the new beginning for mankind 
we live ever together striving for a peaceful endeavor 
we live at war forever on the very fringes of Hell itself 

the way to Armageddon lies open and wants to greet us 
the way to the golden life of peaceful bliss is still possible 
but at tomorrow's dawn do we change our path or will we 
sing the song of stupidity and be dark from tomorrow on 

We must have peace . . . In Our Time or Perish Forever!

Gary Bateman, Liam McDaid, and Michael Clarke – A Collaborated Poem,
December 4, 2014 (Unrhymed Quatrain)


Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2014


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Dakotas Defiance

Mankind, I fear is losing
Its leaders, know not shame
They cast aside the helpless
The hopeless and the maimed
Their lawyers speak to justify
Their evil, soulless deeds
The lowly, all but crucified
Unheard, their childrens needs

Beaten, bruised and broken
We’ve thread our Trail of Tears
There’s nothing stood before us now
No greater hidden fears
As history repeats itself
A thousand times again
Our souls will not fall captive 
To the wills of Godless men

Sing sweetly of your secrets
I hear whispered on the wind
Talk of tales regaled in folklore
Oh! Let heroes rise again
Tell proudly of the deeds men do
Though their bodies fall to dust
To rise above the ashes
To punish the unjust

Did it ever really matter
A people they forsake
A den of thieves and liars
The choice is theirs to make
Good people truly saddened
Thought less of, than they’re worth
Dakota rivers blackened
For the monies in the dirt

Proud people of the land
Great wisdom they impart
A House of White it hides behind
The darkness in mens hearts
 The mighty dollar screams aloud
Its servants royally gowned
Are worth more than a beaded corpse 
In an Indian Burial Ground


Copyright © peter walsh | Year Posted 2016


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Times

A lot of parents these days are self absorbed self glorified babysitters
Raising a youth with no standards or morales, without limitations
A fantasy reality with no self regard, and no intellectual education
We are part of the problem, afraid of our neighbors, defying our creators
Creating our own gentrification, watching with blind eyes as history repeats itself 
Standing by, in silence, until they decide the next people to blame it on
With no self identity, a nation built from conformity, eliminating unity
Breeding hate for generations through misled communications and misinterpreted history


Copyright © bessie kolb | Year Posted 2016


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Triggers

the punch of the first note 
the sound of your name 
the sight of the number 
invokes an ocean of emotion

the tickle of a memory 
the hint of a smile tugging lips 
the ache of a heart 
what remains is just reminiscing

the last word 
the last laugh 
the last time 

marks passing bisection of our worlds
the hourglass grains sliding away
the slipping grasp on affection 
the tapering conversation
history repeats itself 

but the consecutive will never be the same


Copyright © Kyoko Sasaki | Year Posted 2014


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Mr Irrelevant

Mr. Irrelevant

I've lived through a lot of tragedy in my lifetime
And the lines mark my face making it appear old

With a grimace my eyes open each lonely morning
As the grey cloudy sky appears in my window frame

The birds are chirping and there are no cars on the road
It's a silent wasteland of uncaring abandonment

I sit up on my bed and wipe the sleepiness from my eyes
Remembering the dream that I had awoken from

It was her, it was always her, invading my thoughts
For not even in my last sanctuary can I escape her

I try to let the thoughts play themselves out until they die
But they refuse to leave and instead simply rewind

This is a loneliness that I should be familiar with
Since it was merely two years ago when I felt it last

It's not fair that I've been broken by the same person twice
Who left me in a bleak void to pick up the remnants

I walk to the bathroom and gaze at myself in the mirror
Bloodshot eyes greet me and I cringe- Is that really me?

My complexion is pallid and I can tell I was crying in the night
Letting the emotions out in a realm where nobody can see

They say history repeats itself because we never learn from the past
But perhaps now I've finally learned the lesson of a lifetime


Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2011


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History repeats itself

History Repeats Itself


America is the same as Britain:
Not enough good and too much bad.


I think we should actually listen to The United Nations,
If we really want peace in our time.
Do what thou wilst, for we are clearly ignorant;
To anything except The Law of Lies.


The laws of life?  
The Law of the Jungle is our only Bible in this time.
It’s a shame we didn’t think of the cost,
Before we committed the crime.


Our life time is just the same as the others:


History repeats itself!
History repeats itself!
History repeats itself!  
Revelation!  Discovery!
Go ahead and preach your own story.


If you ask me which faith you should follow,
I’ll simply give you a different answer, today and tomorrow.
For if you realize, what I have discovered,
Then you shall maybe have your own thoughts 
And use your knowledge for guidance.


Have you own thoughts, 
Understand what they thought they taught.
Then make yourself happy, by making them happy
And leave the pain to someone else.


The United Nations are the good guys; 
They will save our world.
The USA and the UK 
Cannot even see past their own borders.
If every other nation in the world joined the UN.
Would Britain and the USA say you’re all wrong…again?




(C)2011 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.


Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2016


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Amazing

Amazing that the world has forgotten 65 years ago.
When a body of thugs led by Adolf Hitler came to power you know.
Winston Churchill warned the allies what was about to happen.
No one heard his words fell on deaf ears this wasn't happenstance.

In our world currently we have been warned of the end of the age.
Jesus Christ foretold 2,000 years ago prove all things and read the Holy Bible then turn the page.
Now we have a deadlier threat though warned we fail to listen. Why?
Again history repeats itself we again fail to adhere and we ignore a great lie.

Iran wants nuclear power saying to up-grade their way of life.
North Korea wants nuclear power also they say it's their right.
Well we have spineless afraid elected officials like our forefathers before Hitler.
One voice shouted from England he was ignored and the world was left suffering and bitter.

Our Father, sees all, knows all, unless we turn to God for guidance.
We will face a greater evil, a greater danger, a greater devastation.
It's all in our Holy Bible the rise of the beast of the south.
Professing Christians should see in Revelations what's about to happen, an open our mouths.

A genocide of mass proportions is about to plague man.
Read your Bible, you'll see and understand.
The evil axis will arise, bringing destruction and grimness, the Bible states this clearly.
For the sake of the elect few, the small flock, Jesus our Savior will return to stop man’s insanity.


Copyright © Robert Ball | Year Posted 2012


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Our Eternal Mother

Every day is different but the 
cycle of day and night remain
the same.
Some may say that happiness
is made and not given but
many are deprived of this
emotion.
Seas and oceans are both
dominated by moving energy
and thus waves are born,
but stillness is never far
behind.
The very essence of life
itself is some times
masked by our selfish
nature; we take but rarely
give back.
Regardless of our very nature
life continues on even if we
are gone from this earth.
Some say death is a burden
but it is part of life; we are
born and then taken away
however it may be.
History repeats itself, like a
broken record unable to 
move on to the next chorus
of song.
Still words are eternal however
how it is done; songs, writing,
hieroglyphs or even prehistoric
art, they all project meaning and 
one of many may become part
of the puzzle still to be discovered
for life has many secrets yet to
be shared among the souls of this
earth; eternal and alight like
the sun and stars held by
the invisible hands of our
Mother.


Copyright © Leighann Anderson | Year Posted 2011


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holocaust

history repeats itself
trees $40 and up
holocaust


Copyright © Dan Ravasio | Year Posted 2013


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spiritual portal part 2

but all things are possible in the vastness of forever 
a collective consciousness does exists and compared to us they are clever 

our physical world is nothing more than the thoughts we manifest 
as the laws of the physical world put our minds to the test 

it may seem impossible to think up all this mess 
but unlock true inspiration and you will find the minds treasure chest 

a wall a rock can hold a pattern of thought 
but it evades comprehension refusing to be caught 

energy is everything and everything is energy 
the law of "like attracts like" via magnetically 

we all contribute to the greater collective mind 
and when thoughts attract thoughts reality is defined 

this dimension in which we operate is only one of many 
but our reality is manipulated if we accept the lies of any 

the collective consciousness can be controlled through manipulation and deception 
but only if you allow the collective force the power of inception 

we fight a battle that we do not understand 
for this is simply not a battle of man vs man 

this battle is fought upon a vast cosmic scale 
and men in all his ignorance is truly groomed to fail 

history repeats itself yet we never seem to learn  
because once again our time in history is awaiting to take its turn 

we are no more than misguided mice in a maze 
humans with our own idealogies trapped behind a phase 

yet we are all part of a multidimensional  consciousness we call God and creation 
somehow locked in ignorance controlled through manipulation

but home is eternity and existence is immortal 
be not afraid of the universe as you walk through the portal


Copyright © John Castro | Year Posted 2011


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Hidden Colours

Human life beholds many tales,
most are of historic mistakes and of
wrong-doing.
Still change thrives regardless of 
our repetitive and inane habits.
The life that grows to dominate
our Mother Earth becomes selfish and greedy
but yet She is forgiving, 
still providing a home.
Sadly, the colour of corruption glows
red like the blood-stained ground that
we endlessly create.
History repeats itself only to become 
text on another page of something
we consider “just the way of life”; 
it never seems to enter our minds
and hearts.
Mistakes are birthed like a new born
child – innocent and pure.
But lessons are never fully learnt.
they become dust within our souls
creating hidden colours that we foolishly
try to hide under a false image of purity.
Human life ought to be seen as precious 
but due to these hidden colours we are
destined to become history ourselves.




Copyright © Leighann Anderson | Year Posted 2011


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A letter not delivered

I don't think about you in everything I do like I used to. 
But a part of me still holds on one year later. 
With memory of glassy eyes on top of the parking garage
I laid down in your lap, looking up and feeling the seatbelt dig into my back. 

I didn't care, because your hands were holding me and tears were melting down from your face meeting my messy hair. 

I felt it though. 
Digging further in. 
Bruising pressure. 
Imprinting in my skin. 

I ignored it as you asked me to stay. 
I ignored it as you told me things would change. 
I ignored it as you said you had never felt this way. 

I was ready in myself. 
I could've jumped that night and been at peace, 
And you were almost going to let me. 

But then you begged and pulled and pleaded, not wanting me to go. 
How selfish of you
Acting as if you loved me 
Pretending and putting on this show

I came back for you again
History repeats itself, haven't you heard?
...I should have jumped that night. 
You were poison and 
By now 

By now I should have learned

One month went by
And we ended up at that same very spot
Overlooking city lights
You held my hand all the way to the edge
My toes curled, gripping onto what balance I had left

Now you say you're sorry

But you told me I was safe 
Lies lap around your lips
You're the one who pushed me to this grave. 
 
You try to apologize
Swearing you're going to make things right
But you can't take back the water That fell like glaciers from my eyes
You can't take back the whispers
All those talks late at night 

...You can't take back those words That slithered from your tongue 
That tempted and persuaded 
Braided the rope from which I hung

And you cannot take back those letters 
Because I set them all on fire
I watched them go up in flames
But darling, the words you wrote,
They're still burning in my brain

When I hear your name in passing
At first my chest tightens up
My face looks flushed
And my palms get sweaty
My stomach is in a knot 
And my heart gets heavy 

I don't know when I'll finally be able to go a day 
Without you crossing my mind
I spend my life in the fires that burn but do not consume
And even though you sent me through hell 
I hope you're getting through this better than I am...


I hope you're doing well. 


Copyright © Genevieve Wirth | Year Posted 2015