Industrial, along those lines
We organise, from shops to mines
Which we believe will bring on better times
The Stained RoseThe field was silent now, the men had fought, bled and died. Even the Ravens and Crows had their fill and left the remains of the unfortunate to decay in the mood. The sun looked on impassive, bringing false warmth to the dead. In its gaze the dulled and broken tools of the dead’s former trade shined just a little, giving such vile instruments a tiny measure of beauty. A shame there was no one around to appreciate it.
A slight breeze picked up, and stirred some of the wreckage littered about the field, the flapping of torn banners breaking the silence of the scene. The banners, those tattered and trampled rags still declared the identity and Heraldry of their deceased owners. In the centre amongst the carcasses of horses and their riders flapped a red and blue banner with a still recognisable Stallion rearing up in gold embroidery, now marking the open grave of its master a nobleman. To the east with its shaft buried deep in the mud and poked full of holes was a simpl
We Must Travel FarWell that’s that then,
Time to escape our pen
Earth’s become a literal hell
So charge up the FTL
So long old Terra
Forgive us our error
Farewell red Mars
We’re going to the stars
Too late we found a solution
To that nasty pollution
Hopefully we’ll do much better
In the role of galactic settler
But if we get too bold
And New Eden goes the way of the old
And again we cause ecological harm
Then you know what they say, “Third times the charm”
Viva the Social (Media) Revolution!Ladies and Gents this here is my brand new plan
It’s guaranteed to take down the man
First up we list all his wrongs
In a protest album full of remixed songs
Step two is even better
Hit him with a petition and an open letter
For step three we’ll ruin his trip to Tahiti
By daubing his beach house in artistic graffiti
And when he’s reeling like a cat in the rain
We’ll move in for the kill with a human chain
And expose him as a man most bitter
With paint bombs and a ton of glitter
And of course we’ll be coordinating via facebook and twitter
Qapla!there once was a Klingon called Worf, son of Mogh
Enlisting in Starfleet the Empire considered him rogue
He was fearless
Just like Kahless
And judging by his quarters, chainmail and spikes were in vogue
Taking one for the teamAmerica’s most famous Labor chief is of course Jimmy Hoffa
A firebrand, a scrapper, a militant and a full time Scoffa
He got pally with the mob
The pension fund he did rob
But the friendship eventually spoiled, and he received a final offa
The literally Cold WarTo Kronstadt, to attack alleged White Guards
While in the streets workers waved crude placards,
They manned the garrison there, mysteriously
Where we used to sneer imperiously
There demands Workers' control, soviet power
And stop nicking are bloody flour!
What could we do? Abandon the fort
After losing the cities support?
With it state power, given to the revolting masses?
Let them win and we'd lose our conference passes!
No: we would take a stronger, firmer grip,
And bail out, our battered sinking ship!
We marched to conquer fortress Kronstadt;
Beating them as we beat the real Whites
before they could show the world we were hypocritical shites.
We marched to conquer Fortress Kronstadt:
Under their guns across the ice-clad sea
Taken full advantage of their naive mercy
Went Congress delegate and soldier elite;
In that order too (when in retreat)
Their cannon smashed the ice on which we stood;
After we repeatedly spat on their attempts at brotherhood
After, when our bodies were reclaim
E.P.I.C.One of my favourite yank writers is that bloke Upton Sinclair
After making a fortune he used the money to build a communal lair
He rumbled the Meat packers Jungle
And documented the Oil barons bungle
The one thing he couldn’t do it seems, was climb the political stair
I don't pay attention to the newsUkraine’s in the news lately, I’m only familiar with Nestor Makhno
I’ve no idea how that’s pronounced so just assume it rhymes with snow
Which is also something I imagine Ukraine has quite a bit of?
Just like those other countries that where the people’s names end in “ov”
So anyway on to the Ukraine and something called Maidan
I didn’t know Ukraine had a lot of fans of Iron Maiden
Now apparently Russia has moved into the Ukraine east and taken over
Which surprised me, since on my map they had it all as well as Moldova
Though know I come to think of it
I don’t think Germany is still split
Between Westen und Ost
And Yugoslavia now appears lost
And according to google maps there’s now a New Mexico hey?
Why its enough to make you scratch yer head and say “Que”?
DemocracyIn this day and age
We have never been more free
The world is at its most peaceful
But that is not what we see
In fact the countries that are "free"
Need to find a way to start
Address the problems that have
That threaten to tear themselves apart
We claim that the system is great
We all think that it is fair
When in reality it's anything but
But all we do is despair
Before democracy it was only
The king's opinion that mattered
Until the peasants hanged their king
And became their own masters
Then democracy came
Signalling the end of tyranny
But democracy mad become flawed
Corrupted by bigotry and money
Democracy is a system
That was certainly better than the last
The people were all free
But that was in the past
Democracy only really works
For those in the majority
And those who suffer the most
Are always the minority
But even the majority now
Has been circumvent
The ones in power now
Are known as the one-percent
I think that the time has come
It's time to hand over the reigns
Human Mirrors (Czech poem)Lidská Zrcadla
Ruce - a nohy
a pod listím - hroby
z nebes - prší mdloby,
však v pouhém odrazu doby.
Kde se slina Země rozlévala,
dnes hnízdi supi hladoví.
kde kvítka zemi posévala,
tam draci z kovu pásoví.
Kam zmizelo jen teplo lidské duše?
snad vylilo se ven do ledové pouště?
hřeby v rukou, ale tasíme meče
a s modlitbou se k bohu lži ozývají tiše
Mezitím pod mraky sochy,
do stínu sedají mouchy,
jejichž křídla zakryla
i ten poslední kus plochy.
Tak pojď člověče, k zrcadlu blíž
Jsi sám sobě obrazem, o kterém sníš?
He SavedIs he saved, he saved by He?
Is he saved as saved can be?
Is he free from fear and doubt?
Free to live what life's about?
Is he free from evil and sin,
Now he's let the good guy in?
As painlessly, away are cast
All ill deeds from his past?
Replaced with holy guiding light,
Out of mind is out of sight.
A new man, born again is he,
A cleared account, can't you see?
Absolved of all his lesser side,
Full half himself he has denied,
And not the half that smiles and gives,
Be assured, both sides live.
But a sin known
Is a sin ungrown
And to blindly reject
Leaves vice unchecked.
Life's a long-term balance book,
So be honest, take a look.
Your life is yours, it's always been,
Keep it close, foul or clean.
And if you want to shift it up,
Once a while, dollar the cup.
Do some good for those in need,
To be a good soul, just do good deeds.
Fight the evil, if it makes you glad,
Or just outnumber, good over bad.
But never ever think it right,
To simply cast it to the night,
And say "I'm sorry, set m
taxedtaxed at work
taxed at play
taxed all night
taxed every day
taxed when I'm up
taxed when I'm down
taxed when I smile
taxed when I frown
taxed when I'm rich
taxed when I'm broke
taxed if I drink
taxed if I smoke
taxed to enter
taxed to exit
taxed when it breaks
taxed to fix it
taxed wide awake
taxed deep asleep
taxed to cross the bridge
taxed if I leap
Bohemian PeopleBlessed be the outcasts,
living off of what is past,
not giving a fuck,
of what they think of us.
We go with the flow,
we don't do this for the show,
we got tired of living in cages,
freed ourselves from the old ages.
We don't follow societal conventions,
and we don't do this for your attention.
We Toast! To our voice they hear.
We boast! To our choice they fear.
We are the avant garde,
and to the norm we show no regard.
We are the poets without a clue,
we are the artists who just do.
What harm do we bring?
We bring none,we only sing.
We sing with our unchained hearts,
readily tearing enslaving expectations apart.
Tell me, human, what does describe you?
What do you think makes you different from me?
The language you speak or the nation you live
or is it something you deeply believe?
Country, religion, colour or wealth..
I wouldn't use these to describe myself.
What do you stand for, what is your dream?
Is this society what does it seem?
Running the circles unable to leave
what are we chasing in need to achieve?
Again and again and again and again...
Ideas should be the measure of men!
Your soul is telling you where you belong
the life is a journey, you need to be strong!
Search for your allies and start the group!
First let the mind speak, then break the loop!
OrderManiacal Maelstrom leeching Society
Festering Mayhem, spawn of the lazy Nation.
Archaic Laws dictating modern Anomalies
Pure truth, evil, pristine, void of Reason.
Deriving ideas, death of Logic.
A dirge played
By children dethroning Kings
Masking literary creations, borderline
All but none, ordered Disarray
Defines this grotesque Abstract
Billionar (Czech Poem)Bilionář
Stařec, mezi stromy křičí, třímá snář
Na kompasu ručka sebou seká
Zrcadlo, obraz života, sprostý lhář
Smutek, růžové brýle z očí smeká
V tržnici, na náměstí, teď prodávají tvář
Vedle rezavé cely kde postel je vždy měkká
Na podlaze, v křečích, leží obrazů žhář
V rukou ho pálí rozhodnutí velká
Místnost, tak chladná, uhasíná světla zář
A krev v žilách začíná být suchá
V rukou křehkých, pocity, nasáklý diář
Však slova v něm tak bezvýznamně hluchá
Kompas na zem upadá, rozlitý kalamář
Jak zrcadlo osobnosti náhle puká
Tvář, za sklem, na které straně
Iron Rose (Czech Poem)Železná Růže
V bílé noci měsíce jež hvězdy poseté má střevíce
shlížím z oblak dolů na zem
na železnou růži mezi davem
Ať jsi ten kdo sýpá hladem
nebo právě kypíš blahem
zastav čas a přemýšlej
krásu růže v nitru přivítej
Však roste v zemi stále
a lidé jen chodí dále
podceňující moc, krásy malé
meče ostré i ženy něžné
hlavy zlaté i nohy chudé
mistři učení i snílci bláhový
všichni praví, lidé - jsou už takový
však dítě, to předsudky nezná
to osloví, jen krása němá
kráčí davem, očky hledá
usmívá se, růži zvedá
její železná vůně roz