As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbled over rim and roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves- goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying What I do is me: for that I came.
I say more: the just man justices;
Keeps gráce: thát keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God's eye what in God's eye he is--
Chríst. For Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men's faces.
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Sunday, September 13, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Punk Rock Song
"Punk Rock Song" by Greg Gaffin (Bad Religion)
Have you been to the desert?
Have you walked with the dead?
There's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread
And the figures don't lie they speak of human disease
But we do what we want and we think what we please
Have you lived the experience?
Have you witnessed the plague?
People making babies sometimes just to escape
In this land of competition the compassion is gone
Yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on
We keep pushing on
This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like ants in a colony we do our share
But there's so many other fuckin' insects out there
And this is just a punk rock song
(like workers in a factory we do our share
but there's so many other fuckin' robots out there)
Have you visited the quagmire?
Have you swam in the shit?
The party conventions and the real politik
The faces always different, the rhetoric the same
But we swallow it, and we see nothing change
nothing has changed...
10 million dollars on a losing campaign
20 million starving and writhing in pain
Big strong people unwilling to give
Small in vision and perspective
One in five kids below the poverty line
One population runnin' out of time
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Hi, this is a very direct song. It's not pretty poetry, but it is powerful and direct. Expletives should not always be censored, because they lend a certain sincerity to expression. That's one reason why I put in this.
Have you been to the desert?
Have you walked with the dead?
There's a hundred thousand children being killed for their bread
And the figures don't lie they speak of human disease
But we do what we want and we think what we please
Have you lived the experience?
Have you witnessed the plague?
People making babies sometimes just to escape
In this land of competition the compassion is gone
Yet we ignore the needy and we keep pushing on
We keep pushing on
This is just a punk rock song
Written for the people who can see something's wrong
Like ants in a colony we do our share
But there's so many other fuckin' insects out there
And this is just a punk rock song
(like workers in a factory we do our share
but there's so many other fuckin' robots out there)
Have you visited the quagmire?
Have you swam in the shit?
The party conventions and the real politik
The faces always different, the rhetoric the same
But we swallow it, and we see nothing change
nothing has changed...
10 million dollars on a losing campaign
20 million starving and writhing in pain
Big strong people unwilling to give
Small in vision and perspective
One in five kids below the poverty line
One population runnin' out of time
--------------------------
Hi, this is a very direct song. It's not pretty poetry, but it is powerful and direct. Expletives should not always be censored, because they lend a certain sincerity to expression. That's one reason why I put in this.
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