There ain't no grave can hold my body down
There ain't no grave can hold my body down
When I hear that trumpet sound I'm gonna rise right out of the ground
Ain't no grave can hold my body down
Well, look way down the river, what do you think I see?
I see a band of angels and they're coming after me
Ain't no grave can hold my body down
There ain't no grave can hold my body down
Well, look down yonder Gabriel, put your feet on the land and sea
But Gabriel don't you blow your trumpet 'til you hear it from me
There ain't no grave can hold my body down
Ain't no grave can hold my body down
Well, meet me Jesus, meet me. Meet me in the middle of the air
And if these wings don't fail me I will meet you anywhere
Ain't no grave can hold my body down
There ain't no grave can hold my body down
Well, meet me mother and father, meet me down the river road
And momma you know that I'll be there when I check in my load
Ain't no grave can hold my body down
There ain't no grave can hold my body down
There ain't no grave can hold my body down
Tuesday, 30 October 2012
Tuesday, 23 October 2012
A world of bittersweet childhood
I hate the world we live in,
where the sweetness of life is tainted
by the abuses on children
exploited in cocoa plantations,
recollecting diamonds in rivers
of blood of innocents flowing,
as they're forced to fight in wars
that were never their own.
With a blackened heart and a thunderous mind
the charcoal slips down from my teary eyes
and the roaring comes down my spine
as it sprays from my mouth into the sky.
It's the Malalas of this world
in their innocent, pure belief
that it can all be possible
if we wish for it,
maybe loud enough
it will reach the snobbish men
and the devilish ones too.
May our hearts be strong
may our bodies resist
and our minds to the storm
that men insist on
for there's too many dying
and too many in pain
to keep feeding only the rich
and not the poor, it's insane!
May our souls stop being raped
may we be free to play outside
and our small bodies grow shaped
to face the winds of a troubled tide.
where the sweetness of life is tainted
by the abuses on children
exploited in cocoa plantations,
recollecting diamonds in rivers
of blood of innocents flowing,
as they're forced to fight in wars
that were never their own.
With a blackened heart and a thunderous mind
the charcoal slips down from my teary eyes
and the roaring comes down my spine
as it sprays from my mouth into the sky.
It's the Malalas of this world
in their innocent, pure belief
that it can all be possible
if we wish for it,
maybe loud enough
it will reach the snobbish men
and the devilish ones too.
May our hearts be strong
may our bodies resist
and our minds to the storm
that men insist on
for there's too many dying
and too many in pain
to keep feeding only the rich
and not the poor, it's insane!
May our souls stop being raped
may we be free to play outside
and our small bodies grow shaped
to face the winds of a troubled tide.
Monday, 15 October 2012
I am the Autumnal Sun, by Henry David Thoreau
Sometimes a mortal feels in himself Nature
-- not his Father but his Mother stirs
within him, and he becomes immortal with her
immortality. From time to time she claims
kindredship with us, and some globule
from her veins steals up into our own.
I am the autumnal sun,
With autumn gales my race is run;
When will the hazel put forth its flowers,
Or the grape ripen under my bowers?
When will the harvest or the hunter's moon
Turn my midnight into mid-noon?
I am all sere and yellow,
And to my core mellow.
The mast is dropping within my woods,
The winter is lurking within my moods,
And the rustling of the withered leaf
Is the constant music of my grief...
-- not his Father but his Mother stirs
within him, and he becomes immortal with her
immortality. From time to time she claims
kindredship with us, and some globule
from her veins steals up into our own.
I am the autumnal sun,
With autumn gales my race is run;
When will the hazel put forth its flowers,
Or the grape ripen under my bowers?
When will the harvest or the hunter's moon
Turn my midnight into mid-noon?
I am all sere and yellow,
And to my core mellow.
The mast is dropping within my woods,
The winter is lurking within my moods,
And the rustling of the withered leaf
Is the constant music of my grief...
Sunday, 7 October 2012
Friday, 5 October 2012
Wake up and check reality
We are not infinite
and our souls aren't untarnished;
the prisons are real
the pain and the suffer too
but no
no one admits it
no one says it out loud
there's no bright side of the story
no other way of seeing things
you are born:
not of the love of your parents
not for being special or unique
because you don't exist as yourself
until it's too late to love you
too late to find you filled with cuteness
you are born because everyone else is,
because they need you to be used for their purposes
you're just toilet paper: usable and discarded.
Yes, I am what you call a pessimist
just because I'm lucid, I see the truth
and truth does not set me free
or feeds my ATM.
If you would ever stop to think about it
you'd realize it
and the sadness of it all
I can't promise you'll overcome it
after your conscience is awake
In fact, I think there's no coming back.
and our souls aren't untarnished;
the prisons are real
the pain and the suffer too
but no
no one admits it
no one says it out loud
there's no bright side of the story
no other way of seeing things
you are born:
not of the love of your parents
not for being special or unique
because you don't exist as yourself
until it's too late to love you
too late to find you filled with cuteness
you are born because everyone else is,
because they need you to be used for their purposes
you're just toilet paper: usable and discarded.
Yes, I am what you call a pessimist
just because I'm lucid, I see the truth
and truth does not set me free
or feeds my ATM.
If you would ever stop to think about it
you'd realize it
and the sadness of it all
I can't promise you'll overcome it
after your conscience is awake
In fact, I think there's no coming back.
Thursday, 4 October 2012
Love's sorrow tales
Oh my heart, oh my sorrow, my woe for no tomorrow...
My blue heart drowns in your rain, you're the thunder in my head.
They say no one can take away our soul, no one can diminish our spirit,
but what if your soul is empty, what if our spirit was crushed?
and the only one who can shed light in my mind, defeating all nightmares terrorists,
is always far away?
and I don't even know if he would be willing to face this grim venture
to stay with me close together forever.
My blue heart drowns in your rain, you're the thunder in my head.
They say no one can take away our soul, no one can diminish our spirit,
but what if your soul is empty, what if our spirit was crushed?
and the only one who can shed light in my mind, defeating all nightmares terrorists,
is always far away?
and I don't even know if he would be willing to face this grim venture
to stay with me close together forever.
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