Pete
1st January 2003, 05:44
Poem
Something is wrong
I know it is
But I cannot find it
Deep inside of me
There must be more
Then what I admitted
Or else I would not be like this
Torn
Tormented
Trying to hold everything together
But failing and falling deeper in to depression
That I must have created
To sleep and never wake up
Ever
Bliss
But not the kind I want
I know what is prophesied
I don’t think that is something to share
Death is not something to share
But why do I feel this way
What the hell is wrong with me?
Release me from these fucking chains
I am free
Why do I say I where chains?
What the hell is wrong with me?
Broken down and sobbing
On the bed
That is how I will be
In a few hours time
I don’t wish I was dead
But something of the sort
That everything was different
I am so powerless
So useless
A fucking pawn with no life of my own
Release me from these chains
What the hell is wrong with me?
Song
This boiling rage
In side of me
Boiling over the top of me
Why is it here
I can’t control it
Why is it here
Someone save me now
I’m falling into the crack
On the side of the day
Deeper into the hole
They try and create
I’m falling deeper
Down and below
Someone save me
I’m over board
The lights flash
All around
Faster and blinking
I hit the ground
Out side it is bright
Brilliant with light
Something is wrong
Someone save me now
Chorus
The heat is unbearable
Burning my skin
Separating my life
From what has been
Growing in side of me
I cannot control it
This rage I feel
Someone save me now
Chorus
The ashes I lay on
Are cold as ice
Frost bites my body
And it begins to suffice
Up and down I feel the pain
Where I lay
Defenceless facing the world
Someone save me now
Chorus
Destruction is what I feel
What I create
What am I doing
I want to create
The wall I tear down
My bleeding fingers
No nails left on them
The destruction has eaten them
Some one save me now
Chorus
Into the ground
Pummelled by their heels
Spiked boots
And cruel fists
Keep in on the ground
The dirt mixes with my blood
Sprawled on the ground
They are going to kill me
Some one save me now!
Chorus
A truth I may not know
A tale I don’t want to hear
It has led me here
But my fears have grown
As the chain holds me back
Against this wall
I see the barrels pointed in my face
A bang
I think I am dead
Someone save me now!
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
Theory
Silence hangs over this Earth. The time for silence is over. From the lips of the educated, knowledge is spread to the weak. It is from the hands of the weak that change will come. For 85 years a vision has been corrupted. On the verge of a new year, a new hope is discovered. With this hope, the silence is shattered.
In 1917 the Vanguard of Lenin took control of this world’s largest nation. In 1921 it was corrupted. The vision of Marx lies in the shambles of war, of a class war directed by the bourgeoisie. Now, on the eve of the year of someone else’s lord 2003 a new paradigm is developed. Although it has long existed, now it is recognized. The word of Marx is the backbone. The educating of the proletariat and the bourgeoisie on the subjects of socialism is the goal of this new movement, the movement of the Teachers.
Unlike the Soldiers and Politicians of the 20th Century, the Teacher seeks for no power. They seek for knowledge and theories that they can share with those who are ignorant of them. They do not look to control, but to enlighten. They do not want anything, but are handed respect. The Teacher is the New Socialist Paradigm.
All revolutionaries are visionaries. Visionaries prefer knowledge to bloodshed. Martin Luther King Jr. said “the pen is purer then the sword.” Sub-commandante Insurgente Marcos said, “Our word is our weapon.” From the mouths of two visionaries, one past the other present, the new philosophy is formed. This will appease the Democratic Socialists who seek change without Revolution, the Politicians. The role of the Teacher though, is to arm the people with information, not to keep them from the battle.
The squabbles of National Socialist parties, as well as Democratic Socialist parties who operate in only one country, will lead to the further corruption of the Revolutionary movement. Since they concentrate on their single nation alone they are no Socialists. The Teachers try to implement the environmental slogan of “thinking globally; acting locally” to spread their knowledge. It is true that those close to us are easier to teach then those far away. Here is where modern mass media comes into play. International Web boards, such as Che-Lives, promote international discussion and education. A problem then arises here. The Global proletariat may not have access to computer sources, or may have heavily censored access. By traveling to this oppressed locations, most in the Tri-Continental, and educating the people can the Teacher truly be actively Socialist. The first world will have more accessible knowledge then that of the third.
This creates and almost Vanguard approach to the Revolution, appeasing the Soldiers. The Teachers, though do not instigate Revolution, but to spread the education so that when they are ready the Global proletariat can throw off their bonds. By doing this, the Teachers are both militant and pacifist.
Hope you enjoy my writing splurg
Something is wrong
I know it is
But I cannot find it
Deep inside of me
There must be more
Then what I admitted
Or else I would not be like this
Torn
Tormented
Trying to hold everything together
But failing and falling deeper in to depression
That I must have created
To sleep and never wake up
Ever
Bliss
But not the kind I want
I know what is prophesied
I don’t think that is something to share
Death is not something to share
But why do I feel this way
What the hell is wrong with me?
Release me from these fucking chains
I am free
Why do I say I where chains?
What the hell is wrong with me?
Broken down and sobbing
On the bed
That is how I will be
In a few hours time
I don’t wish I was dead
But something of the sort
That everything was different
I am so powerless
So useless
A fucking pawn with no life of my own
Release me from these chains
What the hell is wrong with me?
Song
This boiling rage
In side of me
Boiling over the top of me
Why is it here
I can’t control it
Why is it here
Someone save me now
I’m falling into the crack
On the side of the day
Deeper into the hole
They try and create
I’m falling deeper
Down and below
Someone save me
I’m over board
The lights flash
All around
Faster and blinking
I hit the ground
Out side it is bright
Brilliant with light
Something is wrong
Someone save me now
Chorus
The heat is unbearable
Burning my skin
Separating my life
From what has been
Growing in side of me
I cannot control it
This rage I feel
Someone save me now
Chorus
The ashes I lay on
Are cold as ice
Frost bites my body
And it begins to suffice
Up and down I feel the pain
Where I lay
Defenceless facing the world
Someone save me now
Chorus
Destruction is what I feel
What I create
What am I doing
I want to create
The wall I tear down
My bleeding fingers
No nails left on them
The destruction has eaten them
Some one save me now
Chorus
Into the ground
Pummelled by their heels
Spiked boots
And cruel fists
Keep in on the ground
The dirt mixes with my blood
Sprawled on the ground
They are going to kill me
Some one save me now!
Chorus
A truth I may not know
A tale I don’t want to hear
It has led me here
But my fears have grown
As the chain holds me back
Against this wall
I see the barrels pointed in my face
A bang
I think I am dead
Someone save me now!
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
Theory
Silence hangs over this Earth. The time for silence is over. From the lips of the educated, knowledge is spread to the weak. It is from the hands of the weak that change will come. For 85 years a vision has been corrupted. On the verge of a new year, a new hope is discovered. With this hope, the silence is shattered.
In 1917 the Vanguard of Lenin took control of this world’s largest nation. In 1921 it was corrupted. The vision of Marx lies in the shambles of war, of a class war directed by the bourgeoisie. Now, on the eve of the year of someone else’s lord 2003 a new paradigm is developed. Although it has long existed, now it is recognized. The word of Marx is the backbone. The educating of the proletariat and the bourgeoisie on the subjects of socialism is the goal of this new movement, the movement of the Teachers.
Unlike the Soldiers and Politicians of the 20th Century, the Teacher seeks for no power. They seek for knowledge and theories that they can share with those who are ignorant of them. They do not look to control, but to enlighten. They do not want anything, but are handed respect. The Teacher is the New Socialist Paradigm.
All revolutionaries are visionaries. Visionaries prefer knowledge to bloodshed. Martin Luther King Jr. said “the pen is purer then the sword.” Sub-commandante Insurgente Marcos said, “Our word is our weapon.” From the mouths of two visionaries, one past the other present, the new philosophy is formed. This will appease the Democratic Socialists who seek change without Revolution, the Politicians. The role of the Teacher though, is to arm the people with information, not to keep them from the battle.
The squabbles of National Socialist parties, as well as Democratic Socialist parties who operate in only one country, will lead to the further corruption of the Revolutionary movement. Since they concentrate on their single nation alone they are no Socialists. The Teachers try to implement the environmental slogan of “thinking globally; acting locally” to spread their knowledge. It is true that those close to us are easier to teach then those far away. Here is where modern mass media comes into play. International Web boards, such as Che-Lives, promote international discussion and education. A problem then arises here. The Global proletariat may not have access to computer sources, or may have heavily censored access. By traveling to this oppressed locations, most in the Tri-Continental, and educating the people can the Teacher truly be actively Socialist. The first world will have more accessible knowledge then that of the third.
This creates and almost Vanguard approach to the Revolution, appeasing the Soldiers. The Teachers, though do not instigate Revolution, but to spread the education so that when they are ready the Global proletariat can throw off their bonds. By doing this, the Teachers are both militant and pacifist.
Hope you enjoy my writing splurg