Quid pro quo my darling, yes or no?
Press play.
Caught within an erotic cold war,
control.
It’s not acceptable to bend the knee,
break it.
My desire outweighs your defiance.
Give in.
It’s our sinful hierarchy of hunger,
my dear.
Well it’s not a big issue to know
That I am an abstraction to you
Anyway to your world I can't go
And to tell you the truth, I won’t do
But the same goes to you, isn’t it
A cold war number two made for us
We’ve gone over the budget and split
Now again in the borders we trust
Or in case we do not, then we mime
That we’re different to the core
We pretend not to know it’s a lie
Hope you win with a crushing score
So we’re free from the things we could share
Free to wave our hopeless goodbye
It’s a cold war excuse, that you’re there
And I’m here again, wasting time.
When will the cold war
That is going on in the world end?
I think it is so sad that the children have to live in the Countries that they have cold wars
But the children are the victim of this cold war because sometimes they End up killed by bombs that they fired in The air
And the children becomes the innocent victim of the cold war
I also wished that I could bring some children out of the Count
ries that are in war to save them and give them a life here in Canada that they don't have at home
Once the green land of morning calm and high serenity
Soon waved the blood red flag, stained with the false words “We will soon be free”
Now a grey, barren mountain swallowed by Yaldabaoth’s sea
They went to the spar hotel and got it on. One time was enough to revive the old socialist. He was fully revived. This was similar but different than before. They bonked away one session and did other things. This was better than being in the reading room studying revolutionary doctrines. The human body needed nourishing as did the mind. Blue was illuminated and revived in all ways. Like a rescued nation freed of a capitalist government replaced by a loyal communist one. Total revival of all things. If only it was always like this rather than the continued battle capitalist and communist in the way of the world. A good buck suck ruck was the key. He needs no Viagra it's all natural service guaranteed. He's locked and loaded. His bright green target cross is locked on his target, focused to infinity. See how she dances soon to dance with him. What will they create?
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You spiked my drink,
I poisoned thine.
You pulled a dagger,
I swung a halberd.
You threw a grenade
And I threw a bomb.
This might have been a story between Russia and the United States
But is it a story of you and me?
Is it the story of Democrat and Republican?
Is it the story of Christian vs Atheist?
What if:
You spiked my drink,
I simply gave you water.
You pulled a dagger,
I gave you a teddy bear.
You threw a grenade
I baked a pie!
There are decisions to make when we don’t agree,
One path leads to war,
One path leads peace.
Amongst the guns and bullets
the tremors of a soul unfinished, refurbished,
by a cold cold war
Democrats, Republicans
dead remains without a name
who cares which side of the fence
you stand on
its a cold cold war
territorial sovereignty
tunnels and waterways
who owns rights to the land
God does
insignia of soldiers, rememorized past wars
no matter how you look at it
its a cold cold war
God Help Us !
Israel,since its creation in 1948,has close ties with Iran,which becomes the second Muslim country to recognise the Jewish state after Turkey.They become allies under the shah,Mohammad Reza Pahlavi.At the time,Iran is home to the biggest Jewish community in the Middle East.The 1979 Islamic revolution in
Iran topples the shah,dramatically ending the friendship between the two states.
Israel does not recognise the new Islamic Republic.The ayatollahs consider Israel illegal occupiers of Jerusalem and responsible for the"genocide"Palestinians.
Informal commercial links remain in place,however,Islamic Jihad becomes the first Islamist Palestinian organisation to take up arms against Israel in 1980,with Iran as its main backer and that is why Israel does not want Nuclear Iran.
Was it worth it fecking Sinjin Hawke
When you could’ve been with Stringfellow?
But the lure of drugs in the Golden triangle
So much better and a guy with an edge
My thumbs pressed on the trigger.
The M-2 bucked its load.
I squinted down the barrel
And watched his head explode.
An early morning ambush,
A steaming Luzon hell,
For Ferdi and Imelda,
Our Cold War clientele.
The mission was generic:
Suppress the NPA*.
It didn't really matter
Just who got in the way.
I carried out my orders
And did what I was told,
But Christ, the kid I wasted
Was only twelve years old.
*New People’s Army – a Maoist insurgency
I do not have any pain
I did not complain
How do we get out?
We met by a miracle
Let's flee to the West
This we can do
For the truth will kill us here
Our truth will end us
You are my life
I am your life
They built a wall round us
Round our city
To keep us in
But they cannot stop us
Will never control our hearts
Nor our will to escape
And prove them wrong
We will break their prison
And breach the wall
Cold,
When we are grief is untold
When we are helpless and hopeless
When we are all wandering with no direction
When all hope is lost amidst insurgence.
Cold,
When the girl child is raped, molested and battered with no justice.
When innocent babies are aborted in birth places and thrown in sacred places.
When the boy child is put under immoral subjection and barbaric act.
Cold,
When life's experiences makes us lose our balances.
When justices seems like a crisis
When innocent lives are murdered and butchered like animals.
Cold,
When the remembrance of the lost seems like a trauma we can't recover from.
When their stories can only be told within our hearts and not foretold.
Cold,
When we are scold,blindfold and sold together with our household.
When our raised placards can't save us.
When our cries is no longer heard and sounds like an helpless widow.
Cold,
When fraudulent practices has become an habit of those in governance.
When our rights as a citizen is overruled even as a franchise.
When we bark like a toothless dog.
Give us a heart of flesh oh God! ??????
I hear it was a war
a war that was cold
was it fought in winter?
in cold weather?
I hear it was a war
a war that was cold
was it fought hesitantly?
by those with cold hearts?
I hear it was a war
a war that was cold
was it fought quietly?
with frozen weapons?
This Cold war confuses
may be ghosts fought it
Cold War
Every nation state is vulnerable to nuclear weapons. Each person is vulnerable to love. Do we nuke the world or embrace humanity with love? I grew up under the shadow of the bomb; I’m a child of the Cold War.
A series of hello’s, and only that;
We are each other’s familiar stranger.
Those glances ***** yet unsuspecting,
My soul begins to wonder-
My thoughts, they dance and wander.
A careful denial to a careless disregard;
Surrounded by a wall t’was built amiss.
A trap in a non-existent black hole
A suffocating sorrow-
A melancholic hollow.
Your deep-set eyes and glimmering iris
Don’t miss the warm facade
Of a beautiful countenance
But a sombrous ghost I long to know-
My curious and subtle soul.
Your perfect golden smile,
And then, presto, it’s gone.
The mystery of your avoidance
And the dreaded war of silence-
The war that’s non-existent.
Oblivion is no excuse to ignore each other’s presence
But still confined for decades
Behind the walls we put up
For our souls to only converse in silence
As we are a series of hello’s and only that.
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