Poetry competition CLOSED 8th October 2012 2:22am
WINNER
shaunda
shaunda
RUNNER-UP:
siphondarkness
The Art of War
NecrophiliacVegan said:[quote-133901-firedaughter]Either Or..
doesn't matter.. I originally intended it for the book..
Then I thought..nobody else has read this, I'm such an idiot..
so either..
I've read the book many times, and it can be applied in real life settings. I'm wondering if you've actually read the book as your original comments on your competition are absolutely vague on the actual content of the book, it is about war yes, but has far more themes other than war, has strategic planning, applicable advice, etc.
As I said, you appear very vague and seem to only have made this competition to either attempt to show you're connected to the book or just simply incapable of adding anything more to your competition description.
Although, in relevance to poetic competition, I may pen a entry for you.
EDIT - I cut down on the harsh tone, which I deserve the god damn Nobel peace prize for. [/quote]
I didn't say anything in specifics Because I didn't want anyone to feel obligated to write about a specific topic.. as above you have mentioned (tactics, advice,etc.)
I wanted the poet to make a connection of their own whether it be by the book Or by something like family members serving in the military... hell even you, you are taking mma training right? You know what it takes, and the great deal of time and effort put into stuff like this.. you know how grueling it can be to be sound of mind and of heart.I didnt want the poet to be limited by such standings and rules..
I hate rules..
So to answer your question I indeed HAVE read the book, and learned a great deal from it. I got it for christmas when I was about 13.. and I still like to go back and refer to it..
Now that I have made my point clear (hopefully) we can obtain the works of more great poets such as yourself Mr. Vegan..
(Looks like we'll be sharing that nobel peace prize)
doesn't matter.. I originally intended it for the book..
Then I thought..nobody else has read this, I'm such an idiot..
so either..
I've read the book many times, and it can be applied in real life settings. I'm wondering if you've actually read the book as your original comments on your competition are absolutely vague on the actual content of the book, it is about war yes, but has far more themes other than war, has strategic planning, applicable advice, etc.
As I said, you appear very vague and seem to only have made this competition to either attempt to show you're connected to the book or just simply incapable of adding anything more to your competition description.
Although, in relevance to poetic competition, I may pen a entry for you.
EDIT - I cut down on the harsh tone, which I deserve the god damn Nobel peace prize for. [/quote]
I didn't say anything in specifics Because I didn't want anyone to feel obligated to write about a specific topic.. as above you have mentioned (tactics, advice,etc.)
I wanted the poet to make a connection of their own whether it be by the book Or by something like family members serving in the military... hell even you, you are taking mma training right? You know what it takes, and the great deal of time and effort put into stuff like this.. you know how grueling it can be to be sound of mind and of heart.I didnt want the poet to be limited by such standings and rules..
I hate rules..
So to answer your question I indeed HAVE read the book, and learned a great deal from it. I got it for christmas when I was about 13.. and I still like to go back and refer to it..
Now that I have made my point clear (hopefully) we can obtain the works of more great poets such as yourself Mr. Vegan..
(Looks like we'll be sharing that nobel peace prize)
Anonymous
I have read the art of war 3 times
once as a warrior lost to the ideas of victory and fists
(the art of war was a book to assert destruction)
once as a man who builds things worth a small country’s fortune
(the art of war was a book on how to win
in a world of deception and greed)
once as a man the doctor said might die
(the art of war was a book of how to hold onto peace)
the reader sees
what they want to see
there is war
only when
we seek it
once as a warrior lost to the ideas of victory and fists
(the art of war was a book to assert destruction)
once as a man who builds things worth a small country’s fortune
(the art of war was a book on how to win
in a world of deception and greed)
once as a man the doctor said might die
(the art of war was a book of how to hold onto peace)
the reader sees
what they want to see
there is war
only when
we seek it
Anonymous
POISON WOMAN
I am Poison Woman
As I slithered to your bed
A gift from your enemy
Who wants the King dead
You cloistered me when I arrived
All wrapped up as a present
Gave me a beautiful room and delicious food
With a handsome guard outside
I ate the meal, seduced the guard
The guard is dead
I was trained to be a human snake
I slithered along the long dark halls
Until I found the King's bed
As a child of a beautiful slave
I blossomed early and behaved
With such dignity at an early age
That I was chosen for this patriotic duty
To help my country
They first fed me small amounts of a poison
Deadly to most men
A physician was appointed to watch me
Every single day
As they gradually increased the dose
My body adapted and I thrived and grew
More lovely and sensual with every day
No one was allowed to touch me
Not even my natural mother
Poison sitting in my skin
Could be transmitted to another
I was taught the erotic arts
On enemies of the King
Some were Elite Men whom the King disliked
Or suspected of wanting to overthrow him
Others were slaves, captured from strange lands
They once had been the enemies of the king
These men made love to me, only to die
The king often chose to watch
Shouted some instructions
A courtesan stood by his side
Giving me advice
Further skills were taught to me
How to fight like a man
Finally how to slither
To be the snake woman that I am
I was called for an audience with the King
And his army advisors - at a far distance
My mission was to infiltrate the Kingdom of Sidom
To have conjugal relations with the King
And thus to bring the enemy down
The King and the army saluted me
As I was escorted out
They wished me good luck
Said they hoped everything would work out
It was the darkest time of night
As I reached the enemy King's quarters
I made sure I was very quiet
As I slithered into his bed
I waited a while to see what may be a threat
The King was sleeping alone
There was no guard at the end of his bed
I touched the King's male member very lightly
He was half asleep, a hand came out and touched me
I lay there trying not to breathe
His hands glided over my glorious breasts
His hands glided down to my mound of Venus
I parted my legs for his access
Soon he was on top of me, fucking me
With such strength and vigor
I clasped his penis in my vagina so strongly
I did not let him go
This excited him more, until he could last no longer
He rolled off me and fell asleep immediately
Probably thought I was the nightly concubine
I slithered out the way I came in
Found the spy who came with me
We made our way back to the army
Which had engaged the enemy
Had already taken prisoners
My King himself congratulated me
Sent me home, said he had another mission for me
I saw that he desired me, for the two of us were the same
We love to kill in different ways
Blood lust runs through our veins.
I am Poison Woman
As I slithered to your bed
A gift from your enemy
Who wants the King dead
You cloistered me when I arrived
All wrapped up as a present
Gave me a beautiful room and delicious food
With a handsome guard outside
I ate the meal, seduced the guard
The guard is dead
I was trained to be a human snake
I slithered along the long dark halls
Until I found the King's bed
As a child of a beautiful slave
I blossomed early and behaved
With such dignity at an early age
That I was chosen for this patriotic duty
To help my country
They first fed me small amounts of a poison
Deadly to most men
A physician was appointed to watch me
Every single day
As they gradually increased the dose
My body adapted and I thrived and grew
More lovely and sensual with every day
No one was allowed to touch me
Not even my natural mother
Poison sitting in my skin
Could be transmitted to another
I was taught the erotic arts
On enemies of the King
Some were Elite Men whom the King disliked
Or suspected of wanting to overthrow him
Others were slaves, captured from strange lands
They once had been the enemies of the king
These men made love to me, only to die
The king often chose to watch
Shouted some instructions
A courtesan stood by his side
Giving me advice
Further skills were taught to me
How to fight like a man
Finally how to slither
To be the snake woman that I am
I was called for an audience with the King
And his army advisors - at a far distance
My mission was to infiltrate the Kingdom of Sidom
To have conjugal relations with the King
And thus to bring the enemy down
The King and the army saluted me
As I was escorted out
They wished me good luck
Said they hoped everything would work out
It was the darkest time of night
As I reached the enemy King's quarters
I made sure I was very quiet
As I slithered into his bed
I waited a while to see what may be a threat
The King was sleeping alone
There was no guard at the end of his bed
I touched the King's male member very lightly
He was half asleep, a hand came out and touched me
I lay there trying not to breathe
His hands glided over my glorious breasts
His hands glided down to my mound of Venus
I parted my legs for his access
Soon he was on top of me, fucking me
With such strength and vigor
I clasped his penis in my vagina so strongly
I did not let him go
This excited him more, until he could last no longer
He rolled off me and fell asleep immediately
Probably thought I was the nightly concubine
I slithered out the way I came in
Found the spy who came with me
We made our way back to the army
Which had engaged the enemy
Had already taken prisoners
My King himself congratulated me
Sent me home, said he had another mission for me
I saw that he desired me, for the two of us were the same
We love to kill in different ways
Blood lust runs through our veins.
Anonymous
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HOPE, PRAY, WORK - THE ART OF WAR
Hope
Hope
Hope
Pray
Pray
Pray
Work
Work
Work
It did not turn out that way
The dazzling diamonds
Turn out to be
Mere glass imitations of a poor copy
Next
Gurus
Exercise
Plastic Surgery
More education
Status elevation
Re - creation
Donation
Donation
Donation
Manipulation
Deviation
Bloodless defamation
So now at the top
Of the pyramid
You look down
To where you were
How you have risen
How they have not
Clearly the proof
You are better than that lot
As you are now
The Pharaoh of the Time
Then
It
Is
Down
Down
Down
We take you down
Take off the heroic crown
Put you in shackles
Then to prison
Twas a good life was it not
Until the “inquisition”
You flew too high
You began to believe
All the lies
Your lessers gave you to feed
Your misdemeanors, small and cautious
When added up, arose the suspicion
Of the live ones left behind
On those, whose shoulders did you climb
They brought you down, but not to worry
Your rival is climbing, in a hurry.
HOPE, PRAY, WORK - THE ART OF WAR
Hope
Hope
Hope
Pray
Pray
Pray
Work
Work
Work
It did not turn out that way
The dazzling diamonds
Turn out to be
Mere glass imitations of a poor copy
Next
Gurus
Exercise
Plastic Surgery
More education
Status elevation
Re - creation
Donation
Donation
Donation
Manipulation
Deviation
Bloodless defamation
So now at the top
Of the pyramid
You look down
To where you were
How you have risen
How they have not
Clearly the proof
You are better than that lot
As you are now
The Pharaoh of the Time
Then
It
Is
Down
Down
Down
We take you down
Take off the heroic crown
Put you in shackles
Then to prison
Twas a good life was it not
Until the “inquisition”
You flew too high
You began to believe
All the lies
Your lessers gave you to feed
Your misdemeanors, small and cautious
When added up, arose the suspicion
Of the live ones left behind
On those, whose shoulders did you climb
They brought you down, but not to worry
Your rival is climbing, in a hurry.
The Art of Art
Lord Viddax said:
Art is not War,
It is change
It is words
Of Life and Death,
It is a Road
Many follow
Many make
A matter
To be considered.
There are no rules:
Only guidelines;
Styles to follow
Paths to travel
Paths to choose
Styles to create.
The good writer
Does not write for victory
Or write out of defeat
They write good words
Words of
Sorrow
Joy
Pain
Pleasure
Contentment
Experience
Imagination
Reality
Fantasy.
The good artist
Has vision
Achieves vision
Inspires vision.
The good poet
Avoids length
Uses description
Applies imagination.
The artist who creates
Only for their self
Is only an artist
To their self.
The artist who creates
Only for the audience
Is not an artist
Is a slave.
An artist who commands their creation,
Commands Lord Viddax’s respect.
The words of Lord Viddax
Are not always art
Are not always artistic
Are not always good.
The best artist
Is not a perfect artist.
Lord Viddax said:
Art is not War,
It is change
It is words
Of Life and Death,
It is a Road
Many follow
Many make
A matter
To be considered.
There are no rules:
Only guidelines;
Styles to follow
Paths to travel
Paths to choose
Styles to create.
The good writer
Does not write for victory
Or write out of defeat
They write good words
Words of
Sorrow
Joy
Pain
Pleasure
Contentment
Experience
Imagination
Reality
Fantasy.
The good artist
Has vision
Achieves vision
Inspires vision.
The good poet
Avoids length
Uses description
Applies imagination.
The artist who creates
Only for their self
Is only an artist
To their self.
The artist who creates
Only for the audience
Is not an artist
Is a slave.
An artist who commands their creation,
Commands Lord Viddax’s respect.
The words of Lord Viddax
Are not always art
Are not always artistic
Are not always good.
The best artist
Is not a perfect artist.
Battle Of Evermore
When I was just a wee young thing,I was taught life's lesson well
Ere instead of childhood revelry, mine would be a children's hell
In this life of mine I've learned, you choose to live or choose to die
That for some are chosen happiness, and for the rest to reason why
I could weep and moan at life so cruel or lament in deep despair
Would it help me if I wring my hands while pulling out my hair?
Would it put me in a better place if I took it lying down?
Nay, I think I would be just as dead if in self pity I did drown
So I did, I think the only thing my childish mind could do
With the power of imagination and a fantasy or two
I would don a suit of honor, I would guard o'er children's door
And like any worthwhile soldier, I would battle evermore
While most children softly slumber dreaming dreams that hold no fright
As the children's chosen warrior who had taken up their plight
I did lay awake and listen in the darkness through the door
For the sneaking sound his bare feet made, down hall on linoleum floor
As I pray to a god who was not there, to help my battle plans go right
Twas I alone in the dark with my Ball and Jax, who would be waging war this night
With my hands I stifled giggles, my mind envisioning in the black
Of the pain, glorious pain, to befall his feet as he stumbled on my Jax
I laughed as I lay there pondering, if the makers of this children's game
had ever dreamed that their tiny Ball and Jax would one night save four girls from shame
HUSH! I hear him coming! I have caught him unaware
so when his feet crossed o'er the battle lines. I swear his scream could curl your hair
I laughed till I cried as he hopped while he tried
to get away from my midnight attack
Under the unscrewed hall light, he stood cursing the child
who had left out her Jax in the night
The beating was worth all the joy and the mirth
that his dance down the hall gave that night
After winning round one I vowed I would fight on
Evermore as a soldier FIGHT ON.
When I was just a wee young thing,I was taught life's lesson well
Ere instead of childhood revelry, mine would be a children's hell
In this life of mine I've learned, you choose to live or choose to die
That for some are chosen happiness, and for the rest to reason why
I could weep and moan at life so cruel or lament in deep despair
Would it help me if I wring my hands while pulling out my hair?
Would it put me in a better place if I took it lying down?
Nay, I think I would be just as dead if in self pity I did drown
So I did, I think the only thing my childish mind could do
With the power of imagination and a fantasy or two
I would don a suit of honor, I would guard o'er children's door
And like any worthwhile soldier, I would battle evermore
While most children softly slumber dreaming dreams that hold no fright
As the children's chosen warrior who had taken up their plight
I did lay awake and listen in the darkness through the door
For the sneaking sound his bare feet made, down hall on linoleum floor
As I pray to a god who was not there, to help my battle plans go right
Twas I alone in the dark with my Ball and Jax, who would be waging war this night
With my hands I stifled giggles, my mind envisioning in the black
Of the pain, glorious pain, to befall his feet as he stumbled on my Jax
I laughed as I lay there pondering, if the makers of this children's game
had ever dreamed that their tiny Ball and Jax would one night save four girls from shame
HUSH! I hear him coming! I have caught him unaware
so when his feet crossed o'er the battle lines. I swear his scream could curl your hair
I laughed till I cried as he hopped while he tried
to get away from my midnight attack
Under the unscrewed hall light, he stood cursing the child
who had left out her Jax in the night
The beating was worth all the joy and the mirth
that his dance down the hall gave that night
After winning round one I vowed I would fight on
Evermore as a soldier FIGHT ON.
I would just like to state for the record that it is nobody's business if firedaughter has read the book, wrote the book or used it for toilet paper. This is her contest to have anyway she'd like.
If anyone has a question about the poem, they should ask without being condescending, and accusatory. Kindness goes so much further than attitude.
I almost didn't enter this contest, as I cannot stand to watch people bully others because of their own sense of self importance.
But after reading firewaters response, I realized she doesn't need any help. She handled it with class.
I started learning the ART OF WAR when I was 3 years old and was an accomplished fighter and strategist by the age of 5. I believe this makes me an expert on the subject LOL.
There are several things I could say about people who ASSume, or people who wear their opinions like a sharp edged sword.
I cut down on the harsh tone, which I deserve 1/3 of the god damn Nobel peace prize for.
If anyone has a question about the poem, they should ask without being condescending, and accusatory. Kindness goes so much further than attitude.
I almost didn't enter this contest, as I cannot stand to watch people bully others because of their own sense of self importance.
But after reading firewaters response, I realized she doesn't need any help. She handled it with class.
I started learning the ART OF WAR when I was 3 years old and was an accomplished fighter and strategist by the age of 5. I believe this makes me an expert on the subject LOL.
There are several things I could say about people who ASSume, or people who wear their opinions like a sharp edged sword.
I cut down on the harsh tone, which I deserve 1/3 of the god damn Nobel peace prize for.
shaunda said:oh man. I just noticed I called you firewater. I must need a DRINK. haha. Sorry 
Its okay.. lol
and thanks.. (:
I don't like the condescending people on here anymore than you do..
but I'll be dealing with them at some point in my life..
Why not start now?
I'm glad you entered..
Kitty-i wanted to point out, that may have been one of the most oddest ways a woman could serve her country...
It I liked it!!!
Its okay.. lol
and thanks.. (:
I don't like the condescending people on here anymore than you do..
but I'll be dealing with them at some point in my life..
Why not start now?
I'm glad you entered..
Kitty-i wanted to point out, that may have been one of the most oddest ways a woman could serve her country...
It I liked it!!!
Art of War
Scout out the site
Always have a strategy
Feign weakness
Destroy them swiftly
When low on supplies
Steal from the enemy
Victory is decided on forethought
Endless carnage will lead to defeat
Make sure to have a leg up
And the will to fight
Reward should be theirs
If they have earned it that night
Scout out the site
Always have a strategy
Feign weakness
Destroy them swiftly
When low on supplies
Steal from the enemy
Victory is decided on forethought
Endless carnage will lead to defeat
Make sure to have a leg up
And the will to fight
Reward should be theirs
If they have earned it that night
Congratulations to Shaunda!
I didn't want to enter the comp, but I did want to offer these for consumption.
___________________
"Do Not Die For Me"
Do not die for me
I will not kill for you
Do not die for me
You should never have a reason to
I will not kill for you
Why is that so hard to understand?
So do not die for me
Your blood is not welcome on my hands
What price salvation, Lord?
These things that man will do
But to take a human life
There should never be a reason to
What price salvation, God?
That another man should die for me
And save the lives, with guns and bombs
Of the suppressed who would be free
Do not Die for me
I will not die for you
You need not die for me
Jesus already has
01/22/1985
____________
"God's Children / One Family We Are"
I have no desire to become a hero
If what I do is bring a mother and a father sorrow
In a war where a man kills his brother
There can never be a winner
How does God classify a sinner?
And so what of the father and mother
Of the son who killed his only brother?
Which one was the hero in their family
The son who helped his country be free
Or the one who died for the Confederacy?
As we relive the lives of Cain and Abel
We will never escape the cycle if we are unable
To seek a permanent solution
I think we have an obligation
Aren't we all God's children?
03/03/1985
______________________
"There's More Than One Way"
Now the Government has lost our trust
And the magnates who never agree
I'd give it all away if they would only see
There's more than one way to be all that you can be
Called a coward when I turned a cheek
But I won't fight for the life they seek
I want no part of their world if it is remade
Men proudly taking lives and waiting to get paid
Somewhere in a computer file
A statistic is all that I am
While on their chart and multicolored diagram
I may not have much but I'm happy who I am
So don't ever let your dreams escape
Or let anyone take them away
Don't measure them in terms of how much they may pay
Or you may be judged for the dreams that you betray
07/04/1987
______________________
"Stars And Stripes"
A Vet I met, he called me dirt
To me he was a dinosaur
He said it was because I wore
The Stars and Stripes upon my shirt
Years before he fought a war
Somewhere inside of him he hurt
He displays his medals on his shirt
I wonder what he won them for
Maybe for honor and courage
Cause he was brave enough to kill
How often must we be made to pay
The price to conquer one more hill?
Those kinds of hills I will not climb
I do not wish to seem so tall
For the higher up that you ascend
The further down your soul can fall
08/12/1989
_____________________________
"Empty Arms And Burning Flags"
We stopped hanging criminals
Because we thought it was too harsh
Why are we still hanging flags?
Let's bring them closer to our hearts
Liberty will not abandon us
In spite of what we lack
Why are you still burning flags
Don't burn the one that's on my back
Open your arms to embrace the cloth
And all it represents
Open your eyes and respect
The history that it reflects
Freedom is still our trademark
And it will never fall apart
I think we can hold the flag
A little closer to the heart
09/12/1989
_________________
"Pride Blinds Biased Eyes"
So many have died
And what's it all for?
So that we can live on
To kill so many more?
There are bombs falling
Through the skies of Iraq
Each one is calling
For the freedom they lack
They call out the names
Of innocent young life
The sky fills with flames
Death decapitates strife
The target they sought
Dodged Justice's clinched hand
The soldiers who fought
Liberated the sand
How long will it take
To end this cycle of crime?
We've got all the power
So please unearth the time
No more excuses
War has gone on too long
We want peace not pieces
Before Justice is gone
Why won't you try it
Is your truth based of lies?
Why can't you see it
Has pride blinded your eyes?
03/30/2003
__________________________________
"Nation's Pledge"
I pledge null allegiance to his flag
Of the coalated states of America
And to the Republicans for whom it stands
His Nation
Above God
Visibly
Liberating with force
and Justifying all
With fear of what might be
And greed for oil he can seize
Through too much pride in his country
God Bless the United.... Nations!
04/14/2003
______________________
"Like Father, Like Son"
He knew, he knew all along
The coming war wouldn't take too long
He knew he had to act quickly to win
But even more quickly for war to begin
To begin the operation and finally crush Iraq
Or he would lose his chance for the mass attack
He set the course for all the lies he would put forth
To target someone to fill the empty shoes of Ollie North
Like father, like son, he needed someone he could blame
But false intelligence only leads to a greater family shame
Now this mighty nation must close the bleeding breach
Of trust, and wisely utilize the people's power to impeach
For the only mass destruction was to Iraqi lives and land
And now he's sure their weapons plan must be buried in the sand
His plan is clear, to create new laws for his absolute power
His corruption built with the bones unfound from either tower
All this time we wondered where all the innocent victims went
Now they've been found being used by King George, the pResident
Claiming to bring justice to US by freeing terrors firm controls
And just like those he hates, unjustly used our soldiers and their souls
06/17/2003
________________
"1000 Keys"
The globe is warming day by day
And a burning Bush will lead the way
Then from behind the Bush a chilling breeze
Comes to blow us all away
When Mother Nature's tears can freeze
He rapes her till her spirit leaves
Blazing with pride for all he strips away
Like the bark of fallen trees
A single sound of a thousand keys
Unshackling those hung there by his deeds
Soldiers falling to their knees
A mother found her child today
She wished the dead could pray
One hundred thousand silent pleas
Echo unheard by God through Heaven's haze
Still Allah heard each sing his name in praise
No missing souls, no WMD's
09/09/2004
_________________
"Pay For The War"
Meanwhile al-Qaeda hides Osama in the Afghan hills
Spun and fled, they live to produce terror another day
In his oval orifice George seeks funds to ease the battle bills
Against his father’s enemy, he swears that he will pay
He’ll win the war at any cost, no matter who he kills
1888 U.S. soldiers dead along with the children of Iraq
Perhaps a distraction of destruction by nature’s forces would prevail
As Katrina stormed the Gulf he opportunely turned his back
He might drown out one mother’s tears with Mother Nature’s gale
Or did he just not care because his latest victims would be black?
Some feared the worst would be costly oil spills
Till the Chevy sunk the levee and the price rose anyway
Filling with water that need not have crossed those hills
Drowning the barren streets but the dead float anyway
The sunken city of New Orleans starves while his hungry war chest fills
Repeating the call though we have heard it all before
Impeach Gee-Dubbaya before he passes on the blame
Evict his whole God dam regime and lock the White House door
For there’s no amount of money that can buy away his shame
And one way or another we will pay for the war
09/03/2005
_________________________
We are still paying for the wars and somehow people are blaiming President Obama for it. All of these are posted in my library and included in my book, "Seeds and Weeds".
JJ Joohnson
I didn't want to enter the comp, but I did want to offer these for consumption.
___________________
"Do Not Die For Me"
Do not die for me
I will not kill for you
Do not die for me
You should never have a reason to
I will not kill for you
Why is that so hard to understand?
So do not die for me
Your blood is not welcome on my hands
What price salvation, Lord?
These things that man will do
But to take a human life
There should never be a reason to
What price salvation, God?
That another man should die for me
And save the lives, with guns and bombs
Of the suppressed who would be free
Do not Die for me
I will not die for you
You need not die for me
Jesus already has
01/22/1985
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"God's Children / One Family We Are"
I have no desire to become a hero
If what I do is bring a mother and a father sorrow
In a war where a man kills his brother
There can never be a winner
How does God classify a sinner?
And so what of the father and mother
Of the son who killed his only brother?
Which one was the hero in their family
The son who helped his country be free
Or the one who died for the Confederacy?
As we relive the lives of Cain and Abel
We will never escape the cycle if we are unable
To seek a permanent solution
I think we have an obligation
Aren't we all God's children?
03/03/1985
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"There's More Than One Way"
Now the Government has lost our trust
And the magnates who never agree
I'd give it all away if they would only see
There's more than one way to be all that you can be
Called a coward when I turned a cheek
But I won't fight for the life they seek
I want no part of their world if it is remade
Men proudly taking lives and waiting to get paid
Somewhere in a computer file
A statistic is all that I am
While on their chart and multicolored diagram
I may not have much but I'm happy who I am
So don't ever let your dreams escape
Or let anyone take them away
Don't measure them in terms of how much they may pay
Or you may be judged for the dreams that you betray
07/04/1987
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"Stars And Stripes"
A Vet I met, he called me dirt
To me he was a dinosaur
He said it was because I wore
The Stars and Stripes upon my shirt
Years before he fought a war
Somewhere inside of him he hurt
He displays his medals on his shirt
I wonder what he won them for
Maybe for honor and courage
Cause he was brave enough to kill
How often must we be made to pay
The price to conquer one more hill?
Those kinds of hills I will not climb
I do not wish to seem so tall
For the higher up that you ascend
The further down your soul can fall
08/12/1989
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"Empty Arms And Burning Flags"
We stopped hanging criminals
Because we thought it was too harsh
Why are we still hanging flags?
Let's bring them closer to our hearts
Liberty will not abandon us
In spite of what we lack
Why are you still burning flags
Don't burn the one that's on my back
Open your arms to embrace the cloth
And all it represents
Open your eyes and respect
The history that it reflects
Freedom is still our trademark
And it will never fall apart
I think we can hold the flag
A little closer to the heart
09/12/1989
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"Pride Blinds Biased Eyes"
So many have died
And what's it all for?
So that we can live on
To kill so many more?
There are bombs falling
Through the skies of Iraq
Each one is calling
For the freedom they lack
They call out the names
Of innocent young life
The sky fills with flames
Death decapitates strife
The target they sought
Dodged Justice's clinched hand
The soldiers who fought
Liberated the sand
How long will it take
To end this cycle of crime?
We've got all the power
So please unearth the time
No more excuses
War has gone on too long
We want peace not pieces
Before Justice is gone
Why won't you try it
Is your truth based of lies?
Why can't you see it
Has pride blinded your eyes?
03/30/2003
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"Nation's Pledge"
I pledge null allegiance to his flag
Of the coalated states of America
And to the Republicans for whom it stands
His Nation
Above God
Visibly
Liberating with force
and Justifying all
With fear of what might be
And greed for oil he can seize
Through too much pride in his country
God Bless the United.... Nations!
04/14/2003
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"Like Father, Like Son"
He knew, he knew all along
The coming war wouldn't take too long
He knew he had to act quickly to win
But even more quickly for war to begin
To begin the operation and finally crush Iraq
Or he would lose his chance for the mass attack
He set the course for all the lies he would put forth
To target someone to fill the empty shoes of Ollie North
Like father, like son, he needed someone he could blame
But false intelligence only leads to a greater family shame
Now this mighty nation must close the bleeding breach
Of trust, and wisely utilize the people's power to impeach
For the only mass destruction was to Iraqi lives and land
And now he's sure their weapons plan must be buried in the sand
His plan is clear, to create new laws for his absolute power
His corruption built with the bones unfound from either tower
All this time we wondered where all the innocent victims went
Now they've been found being used by King George, the pResident
Claiming to bring justice to US by freeing terrors firm controls
And just like those he hates, unjustly used our soldiers and their souls
06/17/2003
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"1000 Keys"
The globe is warming day by day
And a burning Bush will lead the way
Then from behind the Bush a chilling breeze
Comes to blow us all away
When Mother Nature's tears can freeze
He rapes her till her spirit leaves
Blazing with pride for all he strips away
Like the bark of fallen trees
A single sound of a thousand keys
Unshackling those hung there by his deeds
Soldiers falling to their knees
A mother found her child today
She wished the dead could pray
One hundred thousand silent pleas
Echo unheard by God through Heaven's haze
Still Allah heard each sing his name in praise
No missing souls, no WMD's
09/09/2004
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"Pay For The War"
Meanwhile al-Qaeda hides Osama in the Afghan hills
Spun and fled, they live to produce terror another day
In his oval orifice George seeks funds to ease the battle bills
Against his father’s enemy, he swears that he will pay
He’ll win the war at any cost, no matter who he kills
1888 U.S. soldiers dead along with the children of Iraq
Perhaps a distraction of destruction by nature’s forces would prevail
As Katrina stormed the Gulf he opportunely turned his back
He might drown out one mother’s tears with Mother Nature’s gale
Or did he just not care because his latest victims would be black?
Some feared the worst would be costly oil spills
Till the Chevy sunk the levee and the price rose anyway
Filling with water that need not have crossed those hills
Drowning the barren streets but the dead float anyway
The sunken city of New Orleans starves while his hungry war chest fills
Repeating the call though we have heard it all before
Impeach Gee-Dubbaya before he passes on the blame
Evict his whole God dam regime and lock the White House door
For there’s no amount of money that can buy away his shame
And one way or another we will pay for the war
09/03/2005
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We are still paying for the wars and somehow people are blaiming President Obama for it. All of these are posted in my library and included in my book, "Seeds and Weeds".
JJ Joohnson
Turkey: "HEY! Syria quit flinging mortars over here"
Somewhere in Syria: "Tee hee"
Turkey: "What!?"
somewhere in Syria: *shh wait* "..but we haven't flung anything"
Turkey: "guys... there's been more than one, clearly you've flung mortars, kindly keep your war to yourselves."
Somewhere in Syria: "ok so."
[a number of hours later]
Turkey: "Ugh!! Syria, you've done it again !! quit it !"
Somewhere in Syria: "Tee hee"
Turkey: "Right , well we've asked our parliament and they said we can go to war with you. now we don't want to but we will if you keep flinging mortars at us"
somewhere in Syria: *haha it's working* "oh! please don't go to war on us Turkey"
Turkey: "well, we don't want to go to war, but if you keep flinging mortars, we'll have to"
somewhere in Syria : "fire!!"
Turkey: "Chaaaaarge!!"
Syria: " WTF?!"
somewhere in Syria: "ok lads we can take a break, Turkey has fallen for it"
Somewhere in Syria: "Tee hee"
Turkey: "What!?"
somewhere in Syria: *shh wait* "..but we haven't flung anything"
Turkey: "guys... there's been more than one, clearly you've flung mortars, kindly keep your war to yourselves."
Somewhere in Syria: "ok so."
[a number of hours later]
Turkey: "Ugh!! Syria, you've done it again !! quit it !"
Somewhere in Syria: "Tee hee"
Turkey: "Right , well we've asked our parliament and they said we can go to war with you. now we don't want to but we will if you keep flinging mortars at us"
somewhere in Syria: *haha it's working* "oh! please don't go to war on us Turkey"
Turkey: "well, we don't want to go to war, but if you keep flinging mortars, we'll have to"
somewhere in Syria : "fire!!"
Turkey: "Chaaaaarge!!"
Syria: " WTF?!"
somewhere in Syria: "ok lads we can take a break, Turkey has fallen for it"
