[WORDS + POETRY + LYRICS]

well, im trying to find a thread for
poetry and lyrics, cant seem to find one.

so will you allow me to start a new thread so
that geeks like me can have a home? hehe


here you can...

- play with words
- challenge your thoughts
- confront ideas
- express through poetry
- write your lyrics


go!

TEENAGE RASPUTIN

"there is a crack,
a crack on everything.
that's how the light,
that's how the light gets in."

with my sorry hands,
i create.
a reality of vague!
you're vague...

freedom underneath a heap if bones.

into the storm,
DIE!
plague you disown,
RISE!

when everything,
comes to nothing.
and as we sing,

we'll live, we'll rot and CONQUER!!!



- quote by: Leonard Cohen

TEENAGE RASPUTIN

"there is a crack,
a crack on everything.
that's how the light,
that's how the light gets in."

with my sorry hands,
i create.
a reality of vague!
you're vague...

freedom underneath a heap of bones.

into the storm,
DIE!
plague you disown,
RISE!

when everything,
comes to nothing.
and as we sing,

we'll live, we'll rot and CONQUER!!!



- quote by: Leonard Cohen

COLLISION

dead.
all my life i've been petrified,
by this passion inside.

he is a god,
a god of his own world.
he's just a man,
a man for his words.

this paradise a battlefield
there's nothing wrong,
coz nothing's real.

beyond their false impression,
true hearts will rise.

this paradise your battlefield
and something's wrong,
coz nothing's real.

beneath your enemies devotion,
their hearts will fry, die...

he is a god.
a god of his own world.
he's just a man,
a man of his word.

hehe.
sori for some typo errors.

nice thread. here goes, freestyle. lol :

world of darkness

everybody's blind, no clue of whats happenin
random thoughts on idle minds
we dont know what to believe in
sometimes emotions are our basis
makin our minds erect
we're on the front seat to doomsday
dont even try pushin the Eject.

if you mean lyric poetry i guess yung mga 'emo' (or whatever you call them) na banda magaling dito.. maaaring nakakaasar general idea ng ibang kanta pero when dissected, their style, sound at flow ng words at pati na mahahabang title ay walang dudang technique taken from the basics of poetry.

Was There a Time

Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles
In children's circuses could stay their troubles?
There was a time they could cry over books,
But time has sent its maggot on their track.
Under the arc of the sky they are unsafe.
What's never known is safest in this life.
Under the skysigns they who have no arms
have cleanest hands, and, as the heartless ghost
Alone's unhurt, so the blind man sees best.

Dylan Thomas

Murderers everywhere
The secret
The drunk
The brutal
The dirty rich
On top of a slag heap of prisons
Industrial cancer
Plutonium smog
Garbage cities
Grandmas' bed soft from fathers' resentment
It had to be the rulers
They wanted law and order
And they got rich on wanting protection for the status quo
Multinational capitalists
Strong armed squads
Private detective agencies for the rich
And their armies and navies and their air force bombing planes
It had to be capitalism
The vortex of this rage
This competition
Man to man

---allen ginsberg


if we dont take action now
we'll settle for nothing later...

I remember your Mom I remember your Dad,
knowing that they're still together makes me mad
- FERMIN TIGAS

PARALLEL

a moment stolen from your life
looking back to search for curves
your head is drowning with errors
grab the rope you don't expect

cut the tongue that holds you
use your tears to make some rain
walking like you have no legs
try to breathe success is deep

no rainbows, disappointed child
where smiles are all fancy
nothing lasts, your lips are gray
all these chances, lies you cannot fake

we have lost all our chains, we have made our paths paved. our ideas were strengthened by our desires to become humans. free, being free, freedom. our own struggles are coming to an end. soon we will harvest these ripe fruits of our hardships, hardships that will be lost forever. there is no right nor wrong, everything is up to us. we are becoming too human. Human, but still our hearts are hollow.

Take a litle walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a Red Right Hand

He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul
But there wont be a single thing
that you can do
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a Red Right Hand


You don't have no money?
He'll get you some
You don't have no car? He'll get you one
You don't have no self-respect,
You feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy,
cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
Red Right Hand

You'll see him in your nightmares,
you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his Red Right Hand

He'll extend his hand, real slowly for a shake
You'll see it coming toward you, real slowly for a shake
(Grabbing at your peril buddy?) cause you know you ain't
getting near much as he will take.


He's a...

He's mumbling words you can't understand
He's mumbling word behind his Red Right Hand.

NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS
The Red Right Hand

no love lost wrote:

Take a litle walk to the edge of town
Go across the tracks
Where the viaduct looms,
like a bird of doom
As it shifts and cracks
Where secrets lie in the border fires,
in the humming wires
Hey man, you know
you're never coming back
Past the square, past the bridge,
past the mills, past the stacks
On a gathering storm comes
a tall handsome man
In a dusty black coat with
a Red Right Hand

He'll wrap you in his arms,
tell you that you've been a good boy
He'll rekindle all the dreams
it took you a lifetime to destroy
He'll reach deep into the hole,
heal your shrinking soul
But there wont be a single thing
that you can do
He's a god, he's a man,
he's a ghost, he's a guru
They're whispering his name
through this disappearing land
But hidden in his coat
is a Red Right Hand


You don't have no money?
He'll get you some
You don't have no car? He'll get you one
You don't have no self-respect,
You feel like an insect
Well don't you worry buddy,
cause here he comes
Through the ghettos and the barrio
and the bowery and the slum
A shadow is cast wherever he stands
Stacks of green paper in his
Red Right Hand

You'll see him in your nightmares,
you'll see him in your dreams
He'll appear out of nowhere but
he ain't what he seems
You'll see him in your head,
on the TV screen
And hey buddy, I'm warning
you to turn it off
He's a ghost, he's a god,
he's a man, he's a guru
You're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
Designed and directed by
his Red Right Hand

He'll extend his hand, real slowly for a shake
You'll see it coming toward you, real slowly for a shake
(Grabbing at your peril buddy?) cause you know you ain't
getting near much as he will take.


He's a...

He's mumbling words you can't understand
He's mumbling word behind his Red Right Hand.

NICK CAVE & THE BAD SEEDS
The Red Right Hand

nick cave and the bad seeds rules baby!!!! nice one

BONITA WEARS PRADA

is this ignorance or plain tolerance?

selling your freedom to the abbatoirs of time
for the sake of their so called morality.

are we free?
sacrificing for a fee,
to the cause of necessity...

maybe love...
maybe destiny...
but in reality,

we still cant see.

summer dress makes you more beautiful than the rest
loveliest girl that i know, and the sweetest
spends her life inside, she thinks she isn't blessed

summer dress separates you from the rest
easiest days of her life have been spent
wonders if she is loved, if she is missed

says a prayer as she's kissed by ocean mist
takes herself to the sand and dreams

says a prayer as she's kissed by ocean mist
takes herself to the sand and dreams

--Red House Painters

"ang balut"

ang lupa ay madumi
sa ilalim ng gabok
ako ay itutulog na din
paine ka , parine ka
balut na mainit, mainit na balut
higupi, higupi ang mainit ng sabaw ng balut
ang suka maasim para sa balut at
sili maahang sa labi at sa dila
ng aking bibig
mainit tlaga ang itlog na
balut. tapuni, tapuni, ang balat ng balut
madami ang kinain
balut, balut

-powet sa kasilyas-

abbatoir


finally passing,
wanting the purpose,
medals of existence.







fueled by ambition,
the tourist held his breath,
inside this rotten fold.







many are satisfied,
or maybe just fools.
this is one plague,
you cant control.







a line from a masterpiece,
pleases my crave.
for freedom,
in this dying age.







so how and when,
are we gona stop pretending.







bow down to your master, i am.

another pin drops
a lot of confidence
wait until its end is over
wait until your life stops
beneath the bubbles
the saturation fades
still, its color stays
will, as soon as the chain breaks
escape to widowed eyes
as the curtain smiles
surprise, surprise...

the after lies,
the after flies.

Lies - And you fill their souls
With all oppressions of this world
And all the glory you receive?
So, What makes you supreme?
Lies - Your crown is falling
I offer fantasy
And you, you creator are
Blind with envy

Let the children come to me
Their mother loves me, so shall they
Woman, bleeding, ate my gifts
Man was close behind
Just like a snake I'm slithering
Thru my world divine
And like the cat I'm stalking
I'll take your soul and You'll
Be like me
In emptiness, free

Just bow to me faithfully
Bow to me splendidly

-God of Emptiness-

these gates are empty barricades.
lifeless individuals, expecting you to paint.
for there are stories to be told,
though some may choose to fold.
and it feels like it was just yesterday.

KUNG NAIS MONG MAKILALA KUNG ANO KAMI
ni Carlos Bulosan

Kung nais mong makilala kung ano kami na nakatahan
sa gubat, bundok, baybay-ilog, na gumagamit
sa hayop, buhay na bakal, himig pandigma (ang di makauri
na wika ng puso), na nagdiriwang ng paggawa,
ng karunungan ng isip, ng kapayapaan ng dugo;

Kung nais mong makilala kung ano kami na nagiging
masigla sa tagaktak ng ulan, sa taglay ng batong
naipong lakas, kami na nanginginig sa taglay ng hanging
pamumukadkad (na nagpapahina sa potensyalidad ng mundo),
kami na kumikilos tulad ng pagbuka ng bulaklak sa araw;

Kung nais mong makilala kung ano kaming nagiging
makapangyarihan at walang-kamatayan sa di mabilang na katapat,
bawat bahagi ay puno ng pag-asa, bawat pag-asa ay sukdulan,
bawat kasukdulan ay di makauri, bawat pagka di makauri
ay pinayayabong ng walang-hangganang ganda ng pagka-kasama;

Kami ang laksa sa buong mundo, milyun-milyon sa lahat ng dako;
sa mararahas na pabrika, sa kadusta-dustang mga bahay, sa siksikang mga lunsod;
sa himpapawid at karagatan at kailugan, sa kalupaan saanman;
lumalaki ang aming bilang habang umiinog ang malawak na mundo
at lumalaki ang kapalaluan, gutom, sakit at kamatayan.

Kami ang kalalakihan at kababaihang nagbabasa ng mga aklat, na nananaliksik
sa mga dahon ng kasaysayan para sa nawalang salita, ang susi
sa hiwaga ng buhay na kapayapaan, walang-kamatayang ligaya;
kami ang mga gumagawa sa pabrika, bukid, pagawaan sa lahat ng dako,
humuhubog lumilikha nagtatayo ng mga istruktura, sumusulong,

Umaabot sa hinaharap, pinalusog sa puso;
kami ang mga manggagamot siyentista kemiko na tumutuklas,
pumapawi sa sakit at gutom at mga antagonismo;
kami ang mga sundalo ng mamamayan na nagtatanggol
sa walang-kamatayang kapasyahan ng taong mabuhay sa karingalan,

Kami ang buhay na panaginip ng mga taong patay saanman,
ang di matighaw na katotohanang nililikha ng makauring alaala
upang gulatin ang kadusta-dustang mundo sa mga hula
ng walang-hangganang kaligayahan_walang-kamatayang sangkatauhan;
kami ang mga taong nabubuhay at patay sa lahat ng dako ....

Kung nais mong makilala kung ano kami, tunghayan
ang madugong pamalo na dumudurog sa mga ulo, ang bayoneta
na tumatarak sa mga banal na dibdib, nang walang awa; saksihan ang bala na tumatama sa walang labang mamamayan;
pagmasdan ang tear-gas na umiimis sa pinahinang baga.

Kung nais mong makilala kung ano kami, pagmasdan mo ang pagbibitayang
mga puno na namumulaklak, ang nagwawalang manggugulo na nagrarayot;
alalahanin ang bilanggong ginulpi ng mga ditektib para aminin
ang krimeng di niya ginawa dahil siya ay tapat,
at mag-isang tumindig sa harap ng bangaw na hurado na sampung tao,

At sinentensyahan ng bitay ng isang hukom
na may kapalaluang burges na nagtataksil sa katungkulan
na kanyang inangkin; ituro mo kung sino ang markado,
ang lumapastangan sa mga lihim; pansinin ang bangkero,
ang gangster, ang masamang-loob na pumapatay at nakalalaya;

Kami ang mga kaawa-awang nagdurusa para sa likas na pagmamahal
ng tao sa tao, na nagpaparangal sa dignidad
ng bawat tao; kami ang mga anakpawis na nagpapawis
upang ang gutom na daigdig ay gawing isang lugar ng kasaganaan
kami na lumilikha sa kasaganaan bilang walang-patid na kasamyuan.

Kami ang mga adhikain ng walang-ngalang tao saanman,
na bumubuntis sa makinang na kayamanan ng malawak na daigdig
ng kumikislap na kaningningan; kami ang bagong mga kaisipan
at ang bagong mga pundasyon, ang bagong kaluntian ng isip;
kami ang bagong pag-asa bagong ligaya buhay sa lahat ng dako.

Kami ang mithiin at ang tala, ang pampawi sa pasakit;
kami ang mga himpilan ng pagsisiyasat, ang kulang na mga bahagi
ng isa bagong krusada; kami ang mga lansangan sa ilalim ng lupa
ng pagdurusa; kami ang kapasyahan ng mga karangalan;
kami ang buhay na testamento ng namumukadkad na lahi.

Kung nais mong makilala kung ano kami

KAMI AY REBOLUSYON!

OPEN LETTERS TO FILIPINO ARTISTS
Emmanuel Lacaba

A poet must also know how to lead an attack.
—Ho Chi Minh

1
Invisible the mountain routes to strangers:
For rushing toes an inch-wide strip on boulders
And for the hand that's free a twig to grasp,
Or else headlong fall below to rocks
And waterfalls of death so instant that
Too soon, they're red with skulls of carabaos.

But patient guides and teachers are the masses:
Of forty mountains and a hundred rivers;
Of plowing, planting, weeding, and the harvest;
And of a dozen dialects that dwarf
This foreign tongue we write each other in
Who must transcend our bourgeois origins.

2
You want to know, companions of my youth
How much has changed the wild but shy poet
Forever writing last poem after last poem;
You hear he's dark as earth, barefoot,
A turban round his head, a bolo at his side,
His ballpen blown up to a long-barrelled gun:
Deeper still the struggling change inside.

Like husks of coconuts he tears away
The billion layers of his selfishness.
Or learns to cage his longing like the bird
Of legend, fire, and a song within his chest.
Now of consequence is his anaemia
From lack of sleep: no longer for Bohemia,
The lumpen culturati, but for the people, yes.

He mixes metaphors but values more
A holographic and geometric memory
For mountains: not because they are there,
But because the masses are there, where
Routes are jigsaw puzzles he must piece together.

Though he has been called a brown Rimbaud,
He is not bandit, but a people's warrior.

3.
We are tribeless and all tribes are ours.
We are homeless and all homes are ours.
We are nameless and all names are ours.
To the fascists we are the faceless enemy
Who come like thieves in the night, angels of death:
The ever-moving, shining, secret eye of the storm.

The road less travelled by we've taken
And that has made all the difference:
The barefoot army of the wilderness
We should all be in time.
Awakened, the masses are Messiah.
Here, among workers and peasants, our lost
Generation has found its true, its only, home.

Dirty Shoes Records wrote:

We are tribeless and all tribes are ours.
We are homeless and all homes are ours.
We are nameless and all names are ours.
To the fascists we are the faceless enemy
Who come like thieves in the night, angels of death:
The ever-moving, shining, secret eye of the storm.

eto paborito kong bahagi jan e,

nasan na ang mga bagong eman lacaba ?

farmer john wrote:

Dirty Shoes Records wrote:

We are tribeless and all tribes are ours.
We are homeless and all homes are ours.
We are nameless and all names are ours.
To the fascists we are the faceless enemy
Who come like thieves in the night, angels of death:
The ever-moving, shining, secret eye of the storm.

eto paborito kong bahagi jan e,

nasan na ang mga bagong eman lacaba ?

Farmer John, bisita ka sa site ng KM64 at ng TINIG para sa ilang impormasyon na maaring makatulong sa iyong paghahanap sa mga anino ni Emman Lacaba.

http://kilometer64.multiply.com

http://www.tinig.com

Tuwing unang martes ng buwan, mula ika-anim ng gabi hanggang ika-siyam ng gabi, ay nagkakaroon ng poetry reading ang KM64 sa conspiracy bar. Sana makapunta ka.

At isa sa mga paborito ko ngayong makata ay ang dating detenidong politikal na si Axel Pinpin. Hanapin mo sa mga bilihan ng libro katulad ng National Bookstore, Powerbooks, IBON, at Popular Bookstore ang TUGMAANG MATATABIL (Mga Akdang Isinulat sa Libingan ng mga Buhay). Ito yung mga koleksyon ng mga tulang naisulat nya noong panahong s'ya ay nasa bilangguan. Ito ang ilan sa mga paborito kong tulang naisulat n'ya:

APIHIN ANG API

Biyaking tulad ng bao ang kanilang hanay,
Higpitan ang kaliwa’t luwagan ang nasa kanang kamay,
Mas magaling kung pipiliin ang murâ sa magulang,
Huwag manghinayang; huwag manghihinayang.
Hayaang magkagulo hanggang maghiwa-hiwalay.
Ang pagkamakasarili nila’y siyang magbibigay
Ng tamis sa ating binukayong tagumpay.

Kayuring tulad ng niyog ang lakas ng mahihirap.
Kayod, kudkod; kalaping lahat ng masisipag.
Hala kayod, kudkod pa; isagad sa balat.
Huwag mahabag, huwag mahahabag.
Ang pawis nila’y pinakamainam na alak,
Ang dusa nila’y pulutang masarap
Sa pagkalango natin sa kapangyarihang hangad.

Pigaing tulad ng gata ang pawis ng dukha.
Isa, dalawang piga; ihiwalay ang kakang-gata.
Kung maari’y tatlo, apat hanggang kumatas ang luha.
Huwag maawa, huwag maaawa.
Ang pinagpaguran nila’y s’ya nating tuwa,
Ang pighati nila’y s’yang pasinaya
Sa pagpipiging nating sila ang maylikha.

Hala! Biyakin, kayurin, pigain pa!
Apihin, apihin! Dustahin ang aba!
Walang itatapon, walang ibabasura;
Dambungin ang lahat, walang ititira.
Kaapihan nila ay karukhaang kanila,
Pagkabusabos nila’y sa ati’y pagpapala
Ng biyaya ni Bathalang api ang sumasamba.


KUNG BAKIT TAYO PALUWAS AT WALANG SUNONG NA KALAKAL

Palungsod ang direksyon nitong ating lakad
ngunit hindi upang magluwas ng kalakal
manapa’y mga placard sa tagdang kawayan
itong ating bitbit at magiting na tangan
sa halip na tiklis nitong prutas at gulay.

Wala tayong sasakyan o arkiladong trak
dahil pinili nating sa kalye’y maglakad
sunong ang hiyaw nitong ating paghahangad
hindi para maglako ng aning kalakal
kundi ay maningil ng malaong pautang!

Gaya ng inaasaha’y mayroong papara
mga haragang pulis na mang-aabala
hindi para manita sa sobrang kargada
at paglao’y mangotong para arkabala
kundi’y upang harangin itong ating martsa!

Pagbabawalan tayong maglakbay, maglakad
kahit wala tayong batas na nilalabag
basta’t bawal raw tayo ro’n sa kalungsuran
baka makita ng turistang namamasyal
sakit daw sa mata itong ating Lakbayan!

Kung nadarama lamang ng mga turista
sakit ng kalooban nitong magsasaka
libangan nila’y libingan ng ama’t ina
mga asawa’t anak dinukot, nawala
sa pakikibaka sa inagaw na lupa!

Marahas na pagpigil sa ating pagluwas
ay nagpapabilis at nagpapakaripas
sa mauuna pang hiyaw ng pagpipiglas
bagkus harangan ay lalong mag-uumalpas
sa mayrong utang buhawi ang ating lakas!

Kumot yaring ulan at balanggot ang araw
hindi makakaiga hindi rin lulusaw
sa sariwang diwa ng magiting na sigaw:
Lupa nating bungkal, bawiin sa gahaman!
Sa Gyerang Magsasaka, ro’n sa kanayunan!

Daluyong kaming mananagasa sa harang!
Martsa sa araw at sa gabi’y maglalamay!
Maalab na salubong pantighaw sa uhaw!
Malapit na kami! Ilang hakbang na lamang!
Maghanda’t maniningil tayo ng pautang!

Lansangan

Lansangang parang impyerno
laganap ang krimen dito
bilis ng mga balang galing sa gatilyo
talim at talas ng kutsilyo
krimen sa pahayagan
wala na ngang katapusan
pag danak ng dugo ay hindi na maiwasan
wala ng lunas
hanggang kailan?
wala na ngang katapusan
karahasang walang katapusan...

AKO'Y TUTULA
TULANG MAHABA
AKO'Y UUPO
TAPOS NA PO


~BOW!

NIGGANOMICS wrote:

AKO'Y TUTULA
TULANG MAHABA
AKO'Y UUPO
TAPOS NA PO


~BOW!

anak ng puta,orig yan orig?

OO KAYA. NAMANNNN...
KASING ORIG NUNG IDEYA MONG "GILMAN ST. NG PINAS" IN THE DRAWING OF THE BLUEPRINT PROCESS V.2.0011.454.545 PHASE 344.545.6.0 AS GOVERNED BY THE ALMIGHTY CHIEF ARKITEKT HIMSELF, LAKAY BUTU UKINANA.

LOLLLL!!!

korni mo.

SUNTUKAN NLNG O.

NIGGANOMICS wrote:

SUNTUKAN NLNG O.

cge.fight.

Chichi wo motomete
(Looking for Father)
(VOLTES V closing theme)


Oya ni hagureta
hinadori mo
Itsuka wa yasashii
hutokoro ni
Kaeru ashita mo aru darou
Danoni naze meguri aenu
chichi no kage
Naku mono ka
Boku wa otoko da
Shinjiteru shinjiteru
Sono hi no koto wo
Kono te de chichi wo
Daki shimeru hi no koto wo

No ni saku hana mo
tsuyukusa mo
Itsuka wa hito to
meguri ai
Kataru yuube mo aru darou
Danoni naze otozurenai
shiawase ga

Naku mono ka
Boku wa otoko da
Taetematsu taetematsu
Sono hi wa kuru to
Te wo tori chichi to
Warai au hi ga kuru to

Mikazuki wo ou
murakumo mo
Itsuka wa kaze ga
huki harai
Kagayaku yoru mo aru darou
Danoni naze kiramekanai
chichi no hoshi

Naku mono ka
Boku wa otoko da
Tatakau zo tatakau zo
Sono hi no tame ni
Kono te ni chichi wo
Tori modosu hi no tame ni

english translation below:

Even a chick that got lost from its parents has a tomorrow to return someday to the tender breast again. But why couldn't I find my father's figure?

I won't cry I'm a man I believe, I believe in the day I will hold my father in my arms.

Even flowers and spiderworts that grow in the field will someday find someone to have an evening together. But why doesn't happiness come to see me?

I won't cry I'm a man I'll endure, I'll endure and wait for the day I will hold my father's hands and laugh together with him.

The gathering clouds that cover the crescent moon will someday by the windbe blown away
and a shining night will come. But why doesn't my father's star sparkle?

I won't cry I'm a man I will fight, I will fight for the day I get my father back with my own hands.

KONTRA-DIKSYON
ni Ka Lope Bagtas
Balagtasan

Kapitalista:
Ano ang mamahalin at mumurahin?
Mahal kung bilhin ang mahirap hanapin,
Mababang presyo kung sa gilid pulutin,
'yan ang batas di maaaring baliin!

Mura pag marami, mahal pag kaunti
Pamilihang-batas na di mababali,
Sa dami ng manggagawang naglipana
Lakas-paggawa ay talagang bababa.

Manggagawa:
Binansagan kaming aliping sahuran
Tinig nami'y di pinahahalagahan
Hindi raw kami tao kundi kalakal
Buhay nami'y takda ng sahod na bigay.

Salaysay ng makauring tunggalian
Isinasabuhay namin nang lubus-lubusan
Pagtaas ng sahod ay marapat kamtin
Kung tutuusin ito'y talagang amin.

Kapitalista:
Kapag sa mura ay mataas ang singil
Para na kaming tinutukan ng baril
Mga tubo nami'y magsisibabaan
Ang sasapitin namin ay kalugihan

Mga pabrika nami'y magsasarahan
Gutom na lang ang sa inyo'y maiiwan
Masaya kami kahit nakatunganga
Kayo nama'y patay kung walang paggawa.

Manggagawa:
Ano 'yang tubo na inyong sinasambit?
Malaki o maliit man tubong banggit
Tubo pa rin 'yan sa kapagura't pawis,
Pakinabang ninyo'y aming pagtitiis.

Bawas sa kita sa inyo'y pagkalugi
Kahit bundat pa kayo'y mistulang api
Kabusuga'y di sapat sa matatakaw
Kahit manggagawa'y magkamatay-matay

Kapitalista:
Hiling ninyo'y walang katwiran
Walang lohika't di makatarungan
Pagtaas ng sahod, tataas ang presyo
Pagbagsak ng negosyo, kawalan ng trabaho

Dagdag na sahod hindi sagot sa krisis
Sa buhay na kay lupit handang magtiis
Welga't protesta sama sa terorismo
Dapat sagutin ng lantarang pasismo

Manggagawa:
Baryang kakaunti ang dagdag na hiling
Di hamak kay layo pa sa tatawirin
'sangdaan taon nang sahod ay inipit
Habang ang tubo'y malayang humihirit

Di ba't kayo ang ama ng terorismo?
Bakit ngayon kami'y inyong ginagago?
Panahon na ngayon gapos ay lagutin
Tayo'y may lakas, karapatan angkinin!

Kapitalista:
Tigil n'yo 'yang pagtatapang-tapangan,
Sundin ang tuntunin ng ating lipunan
Huwag ninyong labagin batas ng merkado
Lalayo kami't sa iba ang negosyo

Isang tawid lang sa eroplano't bangka
Maraming manggagawa ang naglipana
Sa sahod na inyong ikinapopoot,
Handang magpakasakit sa kakarampot

Manggagawa:
Batas ng pamiliha'y may katapusan,
Tatapusin ng makauring hidwaan.
Wala nang manggagawang magpapaapi
Sa lahat ng dako kayo'y magagapi.

Mababago ang lipunang nakagisnan,
Sosyalistang lipunan ang siyang iiral.
Manggagawa ng buong sandaigdigan!
Imperyalismo ay tiyak wawakasan!

By The Time You've Finishing Reading This Title, 520 Animals Have Been Slaughter For Food
opusang bangsat

never get enough satisfaction
taste fake delight over the pain
blind deaf to animal's cry and fear
human carnivore's heart's already dead!
different in the forms
but living the same life
choose not to kill
eat no murder!
"human's perfect," that what they say
perfect enough to murder others
ratio and logic fucked up trash
fully bloated the mind of the damned
arrogancy and speciesism
is nothing but shit to slay and abuse
screw faith of human supremacy
steady decline killed by empathy!

" no matter how hard your life has been

despite all the bad things that you have been through

somebody out there somewhere will still find the time to hate you "

- farmer john

PAGKABASA NG "ANTOLOHIYA NG SANLIBONG MAKATA"
Tula ni Ho Chi Minh

Kagandahan ng kalikasan ang inawit ng matatandang makata
Bulaklak, hangin, bukid, batis, buwan.
Ang mga tula natin ngayon ay dapat nakabalot sa asero't bakal
At ang makata'y dapat matutong makibaka't makidigma.

“ANYBODY IN HERE RIGHT NOW WITH TAPE DECKS TURN EM ON
AND PUT EM ON RECORD, I'LL GIVE YOU A SECOND…

I WANT TO ADD AUTHENTICITY TO YOUR TAPE…
SO WHEN IT'S SOLD OUT IN THE STREET…
YOU ALL CAN KNOW THIS WAS A REAL PARTY”

THESE ARE POEMS CIRCULATING THROUGHOUT THE NATION…

EVERYBODY'S BAD
AND EVERYBODY'S TOUGH
BUT HOW MANY PEOPLE ARE INTELLIGENT ENOUGH?

TO OPEN UP THEY EYEZ AND SEE THROUGH THE LIES
DISCIPLINE THEMSELVES, YOURSELF, TO STAY ALIVE?

NOT MANY.

THAT'S WHY THE UNIVERSE
SENT ME TODAY
ON THIS STAGE
WITH THIS TO TO SAY…

THE RICH WILL GET RICHER
AND THE POOR WILL GET POORER
AND IN THE FINAL HOUR
MANY HEADS WILL LOSE POWER

WHAT DOES THE RICH VERSUS POOR REALLY MEAN?
PSYCHOLOGICALLY IT MEANS YOU GOT TO PICK YOUR TEAM
WHEN SOMEONE SAYS “THE RICH GETS RICHER”…
VISUALIZE WEALTH AND PUT YOURSELVES IN THE PICTURE

THE RICH GET RICHER,
CAUSE THEY WANT TO ENRICH!
THE POOR GET POORER,
CAUSE THEY MIND CAN'T SWITCH… FROM THE GHET-TTTTOOOOO
LET GO… IT'S NOT A NOVELTY
YOU COULD LOVE YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD
WITHOUT LOVING POVERTY

FOLLOW ME, EVERY MOTHER, FATHER, SON, DAUGHTER
THERE'S NO REASON TO FEAR THE NEW WORLD ORDER
WE MUST ORDER THE WHOLE NEW WORLD TO PAY US
THE NEW WORLD ORDER AND THE OLD STATE CHAOS

THE BIG BROTHER
WATCHING OVER YOU,
IS A LIE YOU SEE
HIP-HOP, COULD BUILD IT'S OWN SECRET SOCIETY

BUT FIRST YOU AND I GOT TO UNIFY
STOP THE NIGGATIVITY
AND CONTROL OUR CREATIVITY

THE RICH IS GETTING RICHER,
SO WHY WE AIN'T RICHER?
COULD IT BE…
WE STILL THINKING LIKE NIGGAZ?

EDUCATE YOURSELVES,
MAKE YOUR WORLD VIEW BIGGER
VISUALIZE WEALTH
AND PUT YOURSELVES IN THE PICTURE!

- KNOWLEDGE REIGNS SUPREME OVER NEARLY EVERYONE

as i suddenly realize
ive fallen into the quicksand
along with people
and their earthly existence
seems like in a race
eager to take another step
putting down others
for their own sake
as greed takes over
i am there
standing along with my bag
covered with an execution of terror patch
and a guerra mundial pin
im not falling in line
but im using it
to know where i stand
making ends meet
but different beliefs
never forget who we really are.

THE RICH IS GETTING RICHER,
SO WHY WE AIN'T RICHER?
COULD IT BE…
WE STILL THINKING LIKE NIGGAZ?[b][u]

THE RICH IS GETTING RICHER,
SO WHY WE AIN'T RICHER?
COULD IT BE…
WE STILL THINKING LIKE NIGGAZ?

swak no?yeah may pa krsone ka pa dyan.pakyu!

ukinam1978 wrote:

swak no?

MY DICK IN UR MOUFF? HELLZ YEAHHH... U BIG BOWL OF DOBOL-POSTING FAIL. YET U STILL DIDNT EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE.

MUSTA NA UNG "GILMAN ST. NG PINAS" BLUEPRINT? PINAGTITIKULAN MO PA RIN BA? LOLLLLLL...

NIGGANOMICS wrote:

ukinam1978 wrote:

swak no?

MY DICK IN UR MOUFF? HELLZ YEAHHH... U BIG BOWL OF DOBOL-POSTING FAIL. YET U STILL DIDNT EVEN MAKE ANY SENSE.

MUSTA NA UNG "GILMAN ST. NG PINAS" BLUEPRINT? PINAGTITIKULAN MO PA RIN BA? LOLLLLLL...

maliit yan kups.musta na ang walang bayag sa states?bili ka na lang ng bayag ng kambing dyan.o kaya pakita ka sa akin,para magka alaman kung kaya mo talaga yan mga sinasabi mo.oks?intindi mo naman siguro yun ha?ano?

ang sinasabi ko tol e bakla ka,bading.malinaw.di ako galit,gusto ko lang malamn kung hanggang saan ka kupal.

NIGGANOMICS wrote:

KNG GITARA BINUBUHAT MO JAN, 250 LB BARBELL TINITIRA Q D2 KAYA EC KA LANG.

habang pumipedal ka ba sa biskleta nito bossing?yayy katakot ka naman bossing para kang si brutus LOL para kang mga tropa ni katotong stephen LOL.wag po

hbang p tagal ng patagal, palala ng palala...

I do write poems, as well as lyrics (for my band) in my personal website http://www.duannecore.tk
Sayang nga,andame ko na dapat mga poems,hindi ko naitago 'yung karamihan,tsk! Lost into oblivion

Invictus

OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.


- William Ernest Henley