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Chasing for the SunThere’s a man on the moon,
And he doesn’t have clue,
That the world is at war,
And a billion years have gone.
If we knew what to do,
And our friends were really true,
Then we’d move from this mood
Of an ev’ry morning blue,
And we’d see that the sun still sets.
So let the fires burn out,
In the shining silver moon,
And let’s move to a beat like this.
There’s a fool on the run,
Always chasing for the sun,
Going west for the time he can.
He sleeps alone in the dark,
And he never gets the spark,
That his trying is all in vain.
Now the Earth gives the light,
For the morning to be bright,
Still the man wak

renamerrenamer
creator
with armies
of monsters
and aliens
robots
subhumans
house-cats
with lasers
and gat-cannons
A.I.
and warheads
I could
destruct it
push buttons
say fuck it
wipe out
the surface
construct some
new functions
with symbols
a candle
two hands
and a trash-bin
with heads
like a hydra
and legs
like a spider
I got
the time to
I got
some paper
I put
the symbol
I am
creator

A Day In The Life (Parody)I read the news today, oh joy
About the Wermacht who made a raid
And though the news made me glad
Well I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph
The Commander waved in his motor car
He told his company the tide has changed
A crowd of Slavs stood and stared
They knew this happened before
Now they surrendered to their new overlords!

I saw a film today, oh joy
The German army had just won the war
A crowd of people came that day
To get a look
Having read the book

I love to Heil Hitler...

Got up, jumped out of bed
They took a razor and shaved my head
I was taken downstairs and beat up
And look up, I noticed all the hate
They grabbed my arm and s

Side A and Side Bside a
We all regret it
when we do stupid things
when we pretend we're not paupers
trying to live like kings

you know you have
you know you do
you know there are plenty
of things you rue

the rags of my emotions
stink to high heaven
because I can't win for losing
rolling seven to eleven

the dice don't care
about royal pretensions
they roll all over dreams
and crush condescensions

don't you feel lucky
don't you feel strong?
don't be fooled by this visage
you'd be wrong
******
side b
she can't get a break
though she has payed her dues
no more unions to help her fight fair
they are broken like her old shoes

they are breaking down the mountai

Brokeni see through your lies
this is a war against your face
we will never see eye to eye
just die with your disgrace

broken promises
and broken trust

in a middle of a gunfight
with politics and knives
give me your disease
along with your empty policies

i always wanted honesty
but all i got was empty words
lies make liars so ugly
and their words only ever hurt

broken promises
and broken trust

in a middle of a gunfight
with politics and knives
give me your disease
along with your empty policies

severed head of state
rusted chains of trust
this is not our fate
no respect just disgust

broken promises
and broken trust

in a middl

Savior's tale (Rap by Wulf)Once upon a time
In the forests of Bird Island
A legend was born
Whose tale would be grand
A werewolf prophet
Lorenzo's disciple
The boy who'll change it all
In just a short while
Fighting off this "revolution"
And start spreading the peace
Preaching to us the words
Of the holy deceased
Edmund Bartolo
A man of pure heart
Fights for the rights of all
Before it'll all fall apart
Peter McMurphy
Is one really bad dude
Worse than Adolf Hitler
When he gassed the jews
You see this ginger Irish man
Developed this pill
That instead of killing humans
Gives them our "skill"
The bite of these Werewolves
Can turn any blood "bad"
And as the power will grow
They'll all become mad
So now working night and day
Mr.Bartolo shall fight
Protecting both humans and werewolves
And everyone's rights
Peter says he wants a world
"Full of werewolves quite unique"
But that dictator wants power
And that's expected, so to speak
He lies and deceives
To make you believe
Before he casts a net
Word around the bend
Says

Nothing MoreSo here's the deal
I don't want to be this way
Lets make this real
What do you say

We can be friends,
But nothing more,
To you it all depends,
But he's knocking at your door

Forget me I don't want to stay
He's meant for you
And I'm on my way
When it comes down to it
I want to be in heaven
Your candle is lit now
So i'll just be leavin'

Cause...
I don't want to be involved
With something like this
Your not my love
Your not what i'll miss
Your not what I want
Your not what I need
I don't care if your not;
God gives me my feed

We'll be friends
But nothing more
We'll be friends
We'll be friends

Nothing more

We can be friends,
But nothing

English HeroTommy was born in Streatham town,
And Tommy was born an English hero,
Came to this world his fate all planned,
And with a revolver in his hand,
He said “I might not be the man you want.”

In the backstreets of the city,
Tommy met his fortune-teller,
Predicted a world of joy, a new era,
When the generals rally up their masses,
And the boredom of the middle classes,
Lost young Tommy right up to the rank of officer.

And all his friends say he made that one mistake,
But Tommy was born an English saint,
And you could tell by the look in eyes as he floundered and fell,
He was an English hero thoroughbred.

Have the boys in the sentry t

Freedom - Part OneUpon Theokrates' grey realm
sat War and Peace at play.
Their toys of mass impermanence
rang on throughout the day

'mid throngs of wingless, sightless birds
who cooed to either side,
while vacant figureheads declared
their patriotic pride.

And Vice and Virtue, holding hands,
danced naked on the shore
where peasants waved their arms in vain
and bade the sun no more.

Their hopes were placed in tired vows
of demagogues, misled,
By Aphrodite's swinging breast
and Pluto's talking head.

The stench of burning death belies
the merit of his words,
and the slavering drones forever march
to the drums of Freedom.

Glib princes wrapped their polished h

Welcome to the Civil War (history)Welcome to the Civil War (Welcome to the black parade by My chemical Romance)

when I was
a young boy
my father
told me about the South
and all it's wrong doing

he said, "Son when you grow up will you be the savior of the hurting,
the foreign, and blacks?"

he said, "Will you defeat them, the owners of all the beaten slaves, for the lives they have taken?"
"because one day I'll leave you, a soldier, to lead you into battle, to join the Civil War."

when I was
a young boy
my father
told me about the South
and all it's wrong doing

he said, "Son when you grow up will you be the savior of the hurting,
the foreign, and blacks?"

Some times I get

Walk AwayWake up Sunday morning; I’ve been expecting you to come.
The sky is sweetly grey again, but the rain is almost done.
I am bored of wandering; I’m gonna rest here for a while.
Open up your heart to me; let me see you smile.

But if you’re bored of this display,
And yet another day,
If you’re bored of me, don’t say,
Just walk away.

Oh shimmering telescope, built for our advance,
Have you ever wanted to see the world? Have you ever wanted to dance?
Oh humble metropolis, bored of your commute,
Will you rise into the air and glide away into the blue?

‘Cause if you’re bored of this display,
And infinite r

Abolition (paradise history parody)Abolition (paradise by: Coldplay)

When she was just a girl
she expected a free life
but instead she was a slave
hoping one day to be saved

She dreamed of
Abo- Abo- Abolition
Abo- Abo- Abolition
Abo- Abo- Abolition
everytime she was abused

When she was just a girl
she expected a free life
but instead she was a slave
being beaten till she had bled

life goes on and gets more deadly
until those are too weak to work
every tear was full of fear
in the days, those brutal days she kept her strength
in the days, those brutal days she held on to hope

and she dreamed of
Abo- Abo- Abolition
Abo- Abo- Abolition
Abo- Abo- Abolition

oooh-oh-oooh-oh-

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The sheets crinkled in silent frenzy
The blanket tossed into a corner
And a curled-up silhouette in the middle
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In a silent battle with sleep

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Ragged breath and scarcely breath at all
A tangled mess of hair as a nightly veil
And a woman in foetus position in the middle
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Butterfly

A hand-full of ecstatic movements
Precariously perched on your finger tip
Trembling silky satin wings of powder
Uncovering and covering explosions of colours
Leaving a dusty rainbow on your skin
As a colourful reminder of fragile beauty
When with a silent folding of its wings
The light on earth is extinguished
And after spreading them widely
It's disappearing swiftly.

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language problem

Language problem

Wordless.

Speechless.

Senseless?

Languageless!

My poetry has lost rhyme and reason
My muteness seems like crime and treason
Letters dance before my inner eyes
Enticingly, I'm spell-bound by them
But I can't even spell a single word
My every song is lyricless
My whole life story punch-line less

Open your mouth!

Spit it out!

But how can I shout

When there's so much doubt?!

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too good

Too good

Like stainless steel, bulletproof glass
Like newly polished copper and brass
Like an elegantly shaped flower vase
Like a neatly trimmed lawn of grass
You're too good
This decisive bit too good to be true

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Like the endless blue of the seven seas
Like the sweetest honey made by bees
Like a climate with only pleasant degrees
You're too good
This derisive bit too good to be true

Like pearlwhite teeth, sparkling eyes
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Like a stream of water that never dries
Like a futuristic new all-round device
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A dozen kinds of ants
Crawl into your pants
One kind of roaches
Causes you reproaches
A myriad of mosquitoes
Leave you in itchy throes
Spiders that jump and bite
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More than enough creepy crawlies
Good fodder for horror stories

In a temple you find elephants
And worship them with folded hands
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Reeling with excitement and fatigue
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by ~devikafernando, Oct 7, 2007, 1:13:19 AM
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Namo namo Matha

Mother Lanka - we salute thee,
But the saltute is lately only military

Plenteous in prosperity, thou,
Plenty also the terror that seems to grow

Beauteous in grace and love,
Find everything that you’re dreaming of

Laden with corn and luscious fruit
Meals nutritious and tasty, like they should

And fragrant flowers of radiant hue,
Of the war’s horros nature gives us no clue

Giver of life and all good things,
And of all the struggles human life brings

Our land of joy and victory,
It still maintains some kind of colonial glory

Receive our grateful praise sublime,
For our country seems to be in its prime

Lanka, we worship thee.

Thou gavest us knowledge and truth,
But forgotten is the barely functioning truce

Thou art our strength and inward faith,
Ruined is our children’s once promising fate

Our light, divine and sentient being,
Living in paradise is such a marvellous thing

Breath of life and liberation,
Four different religions in perfect integration

Grant us, bondage free, inspiration,
For a brighter future people turn to emigration

Inspire us for ever,
Peace, we’ll find it not sooner, not later, never

In wisdom and strength renewed,
The charms of Asian beauty can be viewed

Ill-will, hatred, strife all ended,
But these days they are stubbornly defended

In love enfolded, a mighty nation
Prepares with bomb blasts its own cremation

Marching onward, all as one,
Many a good deed is admittedly still done

Lead us, Mother, to fullest freedom,
Hopefully fighting will one day be overcome

sri lankaby ~devikafernando

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Another poem belonging to my 'Sri Lanka' series.
The lines in italic taken from an official English translation of the national anthem of Sri Lanka.

Here are the other poems for this anthology I'm working on:

gossip [link]
journey [link]
enchantress [link]
monsoon happens [link]
geometry [link]
animalism [link]
trading traditions [link]
the sea [link]
please sir [link]

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~Whazel Jan 13, 2008 Hobbyist Photographer

This is very moving my dear. Wonderful work and so meaningful!

~devikafernando Jan 13, 2008 Writer

yay, you're reading one of my poems!

sorry, but makes me feel glad that you're reading and reviewing - and liking!

~Whazel Jan 13, 2008 Hobbyist Photographer

And I promise I'll be reading more too. You've got a way with words my dear!

~devikafernando Jan 13, 2008 Writer

awww... what a wonderful compliment, hunni!

definitely looking forward to reading more feedback by you.

~robert-kim-karen Nov 8, 2007 Hobbyist Photographer

Sad.

~devikafernando Nov 8, 2007 Writer

it is. this country has so much beauty and potential but it's being wasted...

~robert-kim-karen Nov 10, 2007 Hobbyist Photographer

Seems to forever be the nature of mankind.

~devikafernando Nov 10, 2007 Writer

oh so true!

~robert-kim-karen Nov 8, 2007 Hobbyist Photographer

Sad.

~mysmallsmile Oct 7, 2007

I like this very much. The contrast of cheerful patriotism and grim reality works very well, though sometimes I can't tell whether you're being ironic or not. (Breath of life and liberation/Four different religions in perfect integration, is probably the best example of this.) It might read a little smoother if you didn't use so much caustic humour, actually. But still, it's a unique idea.

I also like that you use slant rhymes instead of trying to force things. My particular favourite line is
Grant us, bondage free, inspiration,
For a brighter future people turn to emigration

Nice poem.

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