MissKitti

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To Be Called A Man If you want to be called a man you’ll never stop even for a single moment•• to fight for peace and justice. You get out on the street, you scream, your lips will get bloody from yelling, your face will get bloody from bullets, but not a step behind. Every scream of yours is a rock thrown on the windows of war mongers. Every gesture of yours is like ruining injustice. And make no mistake: Don’t let yourself been carried away not for a single moment. By just relaxing awhile and recalling your childhood years, you let thousands of kids slaughtered, when playing harmlessly in the cities. If you perish just a moment looking at sunset, tomorrow people will be dying at the night of war. If you stop for a moment to dream, then millions of human dreams will turn to dust under the bombshells. You don’t have time,no time for yourself, if you want to be called a man. If you want to be called a man you may need to leave your mother, your beloved woman or your child. You will not hesitate. You will decline your lamp and your bread, you will refuse your night resting on your door sill, for the rough road heading towards tomorrow, you won’t be coward or be afraid of nothing. I know it’s beautiful listening to a harmonica, at night, to gaze on a star and dream, it’s beautiful leaning on the red mouth of your love, and hearing her say her dreams about the future, but you must bid farewell to all this and start over, for you are responsible for all harmonicas of the world, for all the stars, for all the lamps and for all the dreams, if you want to be called a man. If you want to be called a man you may need to stay in prison for twenty or more years but you, even in prison you will remember always Spring, your mother and the world, you , even within the square metre of your cell, you will go on walking the road of yours on earth. And when,in the vast silence of the night, you will be knocking on your cell wall with your finger, from the opposite side of the wall, Spain will be answering to you. You, even when your years go passing by, and your hair turns white,you will not get old. You, even in prison,every morning you will be younger, for always we’ll be starting new fights in the world. If you want to be called a man, you must be able of dying any morning, late at night in isolation you’ll write a long and touchy letter to your mother, you’ll write on the wall,your initials and the date, and a simple word too: Peace. As if you had to write down your whole life story. To be able of dying at any morning, to be able of standing before the six rifles, as if you stood before the whole future to be able at the battery of guns killing you to hear millions of ordinary people singing and struggling for peace. If you want to be called a man… [iCODE]BY:[/iCODE] Tasos Leivaditis

THE LONG DARK The Long Dark is beckoning my name I stare at my sins in shame, Have no doubt, the future isn’t bright Have no worries of my blight I have to move on The Morning Sun, or dawn; It is far off The cold: inevitable Fresh Sunshine: inevitable The fake heat, light, from the flame: useless The cold that bites to the bone, ruthless The Short Light, tiny light, is here I stand out, tall and proud The whispers in my ear, loud and clear The Long Dark, empty and cold, shrouds my fear. [iCODE]BY:[/iCODE] aristaZ

Poem by Trinketbell

In The Deep I lay in deep, dark waters, never will I find my way home A hollowed doll in a howling void, boundless and bare Dangling in senseless articulation. I am a broken rhythm Every decision already made. Every path already taken I saw a string of memories; colours moving like silk I saw a police cruiser on a clear December night Red and blue sirens flashed in a lonely midnight road A truck driver with too much to drink A mom driving home through a familiar road Windshield shattered; each piece found a target A voice broke from deep scarlet red to dead silence I saw fluorescent lights and white coats False promises made, but faces told the truth Dear eyes like broken glass; tears crashing down around me People I knew; phantoms from a distant past I felt the hour of departure; the quiet before the storm Emotions flashed before my eyes Smiles and tears. Hopes and dreams Tonight, I close my eyes and fear not the abyss For I gave my life for the ones who gave me theirs Tonight, I close my eyes and fade into blue [iCODE]by:[/iCODE] ArtificeBlade

Thorned Rose I remember a velvet blue rose In a garden of scarlet beauty Each petal delicate to the touch I stole a glance from her eyes Two endless blue seas We danced in a moonless night A blazing star in my darkest night I remember enjoying the silence with you You painted a picture of daring beauty Of a new life, where the silence won't be so loud As I hold you now, I remember How twinkling stars sung your name How the moon was graced with your smile You're the reason song birds took flight Bravely, towards a velvety blue night You had my heart My gladly blind heart I confused every smile with happiness Every touch with affection I waited for you But you never came I should've stopped when I could But I never could have I let you go now. But remember, dear one Your smile will always haunt my soul [iCODE]by:[/iCODE] ArtificeBlade

THE ELEPHANT IS A PRETTY BIRD The elephant is a pretty bird It flits from bough to bough It makes it's nest in the rhubarb trees And whistles like a crow It was in the month of Liverpool In the city of July The rain was snowing heavily And the streets were very dry (hic) [iCODE]by:[/iCODE] villageidiot

In the hardened days of yore when with beer and brawn the knives of Halling Dale from their sheaths were often drawn when women to the feast funeral shirts would bring with which they would swathe their dead husbands in there once took place a a wedding somewhere in Hemse Dale where song and dance had ceased and the men did ring the vale. In the center of the floor framed by broad-shouldered men stood two with knives unsheated and a leather belt round them And like columns carved unmoving, serene stood four other men as guardians of the scene They lifted burning torches toward the blackened beams where curls of smoke collected to a dark and brooding streams In vain two women try howling, to stem the living wall of bodies raised before them Angrily they're thrown back and left to despair while the fiddler quietly sidles towards the cellar stair. Down he goes to tap the beer for the winner of the fight may have need to kiss the rim of the bowl tonight. Within the belt they'll duel, blood running like sap the vein will need refilling from the beer casket tap. But entering the cellar he saw a bluish glow someone sitting on the casket tuning fiddle, holding bow. But this one held backwards tightly to his chest and as soon as it was tuned put his fiddle to the test. There came a song of wonder; It rang like angry words, Like steel bite into wood Like fists rammed into boards. It jubilantly roamed Around the darkened cellar hall And came to a halt At the sound of a fall Quietly the fiddler listened to the mighty flow It was like the music's eddies went down his spine and brow. He quickly asked the other "Where did you learn that song?" The answer: "Don't you mind that, But remember it - for long!" But as the fiddler bent down Reaching for the tap He beheld a horny hoof against the casket rap He forgot to tap the beer And ran up to the hall Just as the men were lifting The body from the fall Fanitullen it is called This wild and haunting spell And in Halling Dale they play it And they play it well And when its tune is singing to beer and feast and brawn again knives of Halling Dale from their sheaths are quickly drawn [iCODE]by:[/iCODE] anonymous

UP IN THE CAUSEWAY Up in the causeway, We sit on the broken chairs, swilling the cheap vodka, and talking about dares. the colours of our fingers, are bright aerosol blues, and the smell of the paint, filters thru as fumes. as the vodka takes its toll, we talk about heaven, and also of hell, while we throw the empty cannons in the bin. Our hoodies zipped tight, and the masks sit firm, we write, and only think short term. [iCODE]by:[/iCODE] a.random.persona

What Happened America? America, America What happened to America? People are fighting There is war and chaos There is pain and death There is turmoil and crime America, America What happened to America? People are dying People are crying We are striving to stay alive America, America What happened to America? The land of the free? Where did it go? The home of the brave? America, America What happened to America? Morals are diminishing They don't seem to exist! This country is doomed! Move away from your wicked ways! Turn back from your sinful ways! Look at yourself America! [iCODE]by:[/iCODE] cRAYz

A Home To Live In Encounters with destiny coming together two hearts beating in perfect harmony melting into each other desiring the same thing finding their home together in any kind of weather living the dream as the perfect team! [iCODE]by:[/iCODE] cRAYz

Time Passes The seconds pass... We take a look back... At what our lives had held... The minutes pass... Seeing what fell through the cracks... Parts of our lives were so compelled... The hours pass... Thinking what we learned... What we taught... What we forgot... The days pass... Wishing a lot could be returned... For things we have earned... Wishing we would of never fought... Hoping bad things are forgot... Years pass... Standing alone... Boy have they all grown... Married and gone... and on their own... Your life passes... You stand very proud... Looking at how they raise their own... You did well... Live on... Be strong... You did nothing wrong... [iCODE]by:[/iCODE] cRAYz

The Soldier Gives.... the soldier gives... the right to bear arms, carrying his weapon into wars, the soldier keeps us safe from harm, defending us on all foreign shores the soldier gives... the right to protest, standing up against everything that is wrong, the soldier keeps us safe when we rest, defending through nights so long the soldier gives... the right to free speech, speaking what is on his mind, the soldier keeps our safety in reach, leaving his friends, family and home behind, the soldier gives... the right to free press, the stories he will have to tell, the soldier keeps us safe from distress, by going through a living hell the soldier gives... the right to religious freedom, taking a moment to stop and pray, the soldier keeps us safe from things to come, being on the battlefield every day. [iCODE]by:[/iCODE] cRAYz

I'm A Soldier... the pain of a wound, the pain of the bullet passing through me, living with this anger in me, I'm a soldier, I love this about me. walking the streets with respect, to make it perfect, free from any threat, away from any kind of death, I've faced death a million times so families can dine, I'm a soldier, i love this about me. dodging ied's, bullets, and landmines, to see kids smiling across the borderlines, I have no regrets being a soldier, I've taken a lot upon my shoulder, facing bullets, being brave and bolder, I'm a soldier, I love this about me. emotionless, and fearless, seeing blood every day, I am merciless, I'm not a killing machine, I'm just a human being, i show no mercy in my eyes, no love in my cries, I'm a soldier, I love this about me. terrible places tough, grim faces, dark, frightening nights, missing my lovely wife, memories of a decent life, leaving the war, no more pain anymore I'm a soldier, i love this about me. [iCODE]by:[/iCODE] cRAYz

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