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Pete
12th December 2002, 21:00
Standin Against the Wall

In this world that I cannot see
In this system I cannot care for
In this life where I have no control
I feel myself back against the wall
What is that thing infront of me
Is it you? Or do you support it?
Drop your mask to the ground
Look in that mirror
I bet youll be afraid of what you see
Im standin all alone
Looking down the barrel of 9 rifles
Cigarette? Dont smoke.
Blindfold? Let the murders look in my eyes
This cold hard wall behind me presses close against my skin
The wall that has been built for lies
That is why we have to crash it to the ground
No stone apun another
The warden calls the gunmen to order
They hold their guns up high
Pointed straight to my brain
Im looking them in the eye
Mother Earth hold me now, I dont want to be afraid to die
I feel the life embrace my soul
It is the comfort I need
The warden calls the gunmen to aim
And I look them in the eye
With Mothers true embrace Im not afraid to die
Three falter and fall out
Theyre wishin they could fly
The warden begins to scream and shout
I fall to the ground as the bullets begin to fly
A quick foray that is soon over
No blood springs from my self
Cheers of friends fills the air
The Mother releases her true embrace
My life is a present from the Earth
Standin up, looking around, seein bodies on the ground
Of the nine four still stand
One kicks the wardens face in the sand
The other three huddle together
Tears streamin down their faces
I look them in the eyes
Look them in the souls
The blinding white sears my sight
I speak to them loudly and clear
My friends you are true spirits
Let us destroy this wall that stands
Bring peace and equality to our land
They force smiles, because they grieve
For the loss of their ignorance
My friends, I say, if we could
Our movement would be peaceful
But the system only cares
About one culture one life one person
The Mother reaches up to touch me
The time to fight is here
Cause in this world I cannot see
In this system I cannot care for
In this life where I have no control
My only choice, only one
Fight this war until the end
My end or its
The Mothers embrace is always with me
If I die for the movement
I die happy. I fight the war.

pumpkin
15th December 2002, 16:56
thats cool:)

peaccenicked
16th December 2002, 06:04
Very good. keep up the good work.

Pete
17th December 2002, 15:08
I'm hooking with a band that is in need of a singer and I want a medium to present myself on so it works out. I wrote lyrics (*****y talking loudly not singing) to one of their songs before this, and that is how I got the connection. They are my friends aswell. So here is my 'song' in the spirit of Zach de la Rocha

The Time for Silence is Over

The time fore silence is over
The time to stand up
The time to speak up
The time to fuck up is here
Burnin the rage that builds
Buring the lies that spill
Out of the belly of the system
In the dead of night
In the middle of the forest
In the minds of the people
The truth is found
Spillin Fillin Spreadin
The fire of our love is spreadin
The fire of our love is spillin
The fire of our love is fillin
The gauges of our empty lives
Created by all the lies
Spoken from the mouths of the elite
The time for silence is over
The time to fallout
The time to scream out
The time to fuck up is here
Burning the chains that bind
Burning the cloth that covers our eyes
In the mystery suppressed
In the questions not asked
In the actions of the people
The answer is found
Spillin Fillin Spreadin
The fire of our movement is spillin
The fire of our movement is fillin
The fire of our movement is spreadin
To the expanses of the people
Borne in the hypocracy
Spewed by the twisted mouths
The time for silence is over
The time to fight it
The time to fuck it
The time to create the spirit is here
Burnin the walls between us
Burning the bullshit they feed us
Of the face of our movement
In the lives that are undo
In the time that is due
The will is created
Spillin Fillin Spreadin
The fire of our voice is spreadin
The fire of our voice is fillin
The fire of our voice is spillin
Across all forms of divisions
Constructed by the elite
Spoken in the voice of lies
The time for silence is over
The time for silence is over
Theyve had their time
Now its our time
The time for silence
Is at long last over



Oh ya... I have over 25 poems right now since the middle of november! The words just come and its a pain in the ass half the time becuase I don't have a pen or anything LOL.

Pete
24th January 2003, 03:00
Reviving a dead thread.

Damn nothing is copiied errr. Why you!! Damn windows.

Crazy Little Improv Thing with a Stupid Ass title as you Can Clearly Read

THe blood was spilt
the war was won
yet the blood still stains
the twisted lady never washed it clean
it is only a dream, to be clean
look at your self fool
reading as i write
this stupid ass poem straight from my head
look at you in your filth
it hangs off you like a hammer
get your ass off your chair and do something
do it in your style of fight
make a speech make a sword
just do anything to cause an uproar
the man doenst care
unless you poke him in the eye
remember the PEI pie?
try doing that to bush
youd have lead entering you in 100 places
atleast chretien can beat up a reporter
mwhahaha i endeth.