Quotes about shred, page 9
About The Past Revolutions
you take pride of our country's past revolutions
theirs was bloody and cost the lives of many
fighters,
ours was peaceful, and recent
still fresh on our minds is the flying of doves letting them loose
from their metal cages,
and the confetti of shred secrets from those tall buildings in the city
where you live
the marching against tanks is simply matched
with a white daisy from the hand of a child
and the rosary of the bespectacled nun
gotten out from the convent,
you remind me about the greatness of the revolution
which i have no power to object
as you are the victor
how many times shall i lie to you
that i was never there
and neither did i ever see you
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Blacken the Sun
I blacken the sun, with all the evil I possess,
Belittling those around me, as a way to relieve my stress,
I blacken the sun, with every word that escapes my lips,
As they pierce into your soul, and slowly tear you into bits,
I dare anybody to step up to me, oh what horrible things that can be done,
I have the power to defeat anybody, because I'm what blackens the sun,
I can cut through you with my eyes, and shred you to pieces with my words,
I'm the baddest thing alive, or haven't you already heard?
That I blacken the sun, with all the forces of hell,
Inflicting pain on others, because evil always prevail,
Your hurt is a cure to my wounds, a remedy to my pain,
It gives me the ability to go on, the strength to sustain,
The power to be undefeated, defeated by none,
Because I'm what blackens that sun,
poem by Niakeva Thomas
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Insomnia
Thin are the night-skirts left behind
By daybreak hours that onward creep,
And thin, alas! the shred of sleep
That wavers with the spirit's wind:
But in half-dreams that shift and roll
And still remember and forget,
My soul this hour has drawn your soul
A little nearer yet.
Our lives, most dear, are never near,
Our thoughts are never far apart,
Though all that draws us heart to heart
Seems fainter now and now more clear.
To-night Love claims his full control,
And with desire and with regret
My soul this hour has drawn your soul
A little nearer yet.
Is there a home where heavy earth
Melts to bright air that breathes no pain,
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poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Yes We Are Brothers
YES WE are brothers
we come from one gene from one
body and we are born in the same house
where we all live
we admit our umbilical cords were tied
on the same beam of the old house
where papa and mama died
time is unforgiving and strange feelings
are giving us miles and miles of mountains of
series of distances of hills where we can no longer see each other eye to eye
with honesty
and longing
yes we are brothers but like the rest of the brothers of the world
our worlds are torn apart
ripped by our very own hands
and we have become rugs and tiny pieces of papers
shred and thrown away from shut windows of our
sinking worlds
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I see red!
In a moment of silence
I ponder
Thinking of the pressure that I’m under
Should I resort to violence?
I see red like a blood thirsty vampire
I feel red like a hot faced town crier
It is as if I've been hit with a set of pliers
While disappointed in the one I used to admire
Yesterday before and after I went to bed
I dreamt of nothing else but the dead
I saw a vision of the rolling of heads
You've stabbed me and I have bled
My eyes are still steaming hot and red
These vicious rumours that you've spread
While I blindly followed and you led
Now I question myself instead
Of all the things that have been said
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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Final solution implemented
I often feel the urge to kill
and just as often I resist.
I know for sure one day will.
These insane urges still persist.
I told my doctor how I feel.
He said that I must learn to deal
When such urges bother me
that they are only fantasy.
Just yesterday I nearly killed.
My life dream almost fulfilled
But some last shred of decency.
Intervened and prevented me.
The lady was so beautiful
her swan like neck so round and full
Oh Lord the woman tempted me.
I could have killed her easily.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Still broken waiting for the pieces to be fixed
Smashed on the concrete pavement, still drowing in sorrow, still smoothered in pain, crushed from fear to ever love again, My heart is broken unable to breath therefore unable to live, the day you smashed it is a memory that may never leave my head, nor shall the day you first made me smile when we both shared love for each other, You made me light up with joy with just one glance of your face, staring in your eyes, and being in your arms felt like a safe place, this love was everything I never felt, it was everything that made me want to live, it was to good to be true and you managed to shred my heart and cause to enflict so much pain, you stabbed my heart with a thousand knifes and leavt me to bleed, you droped my heart from the heavens above as I begg for mercy, it smashed on the concrete and remain there to this day, waiting to be put back together, until then this is how it shall forever stay.
poem by Michelle Donna illeen Andersen
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Burn The Kings' Robes
I write to light tomorrow's flame
When I am gone and can fight no more
And i fight beside those who are the same
as I - the Freedom Rebels; the caged; the poor
I've sunk my teeth into the tyrants bars
and shrieked like a monkey attached to probes
I've summoned the heat from the very stars
to shred and burn the Kings' great robes
Because the Kings will smile with arms wide spread
and call on 'their people' to fight for a cause
then turn their backs, 'till half the people are dead
and find another reason to put Peace on pause
The people believe in the good of men
and the rulers exploit this fatal trait
They give answer knowing you've asked the wrong question
They use our very good faith as bait
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poem by Ray Quesada
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An Enigma
A needle, small as small can be,
In bulk and use surpasses me,
Nor is my purchase dear;
For little, and almost for nought
As many of my kind are bought
As days are in the year.
Yet though but little use we boast,
And are procured at little cost,
The labour is not light;
Nor few artificers it asks,
All skilful in their several tasks,
To fashion us aright,
One fuses metal o’er the fire,
A second draws it into wire,
The shears another plies;
Who clips in length the brazen thread
From him who, chafing every shred,
Gives all an equal size.
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poem by William Cowper
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Prioritized Not Disguised
From the beginning of his leadership,
They began a campaign to see him defeated.
From the moment his brilliance began to shine,
They began an advocating of hatred in the minds.
Hoping a decline would blind those...
Supporting and standing behind him.
From the time they believed themselves,
Better mentally equipped...
They began to show themselves dimwits!
And they began to use economic deficits,
To highlight an ignorance that left them with...
A nakedness that exposes their self-righteousness.
Observed now by all who clearly see,
Money can not buy deception for too long.
Or have people collectively believe...
With a masquerading of it as intelligence!
Especially when people have chosen,
To have their interests represented.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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