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You would pull kung fu on the few remaining punks? How sad. Encourage them please to not die out. They are a dieing breed and the world is lost with out them. Really it is. Where would the word be with out punk rock, with out Sid and Johnny? They dared do give the world the finger. Dared to stand out, to be like no one else. They ran from what every one else wanted them to be and they created their own race, their own world. They lived, actually lived life for all it was worth, and never looked back. Most are happy with nothing but the notion that they are cotrolled by no man. Some time around 2003 the world stole the only thing they had, when punk became a fashion stament. When it was no longer about the music and no longer a way of life, a beliefe system, a code to follow. It became 'hip', 'cool', the in thing. We killed it, the world did. All but forgoten, the lonely rocker fighting the system, trying to keep the flame alive, let it live just a little longer. I'm afraid it's all but burned out, dissapeared, vanished. In the end the system took the only thing that they ever had, freedom of choice. their choice was promtly stolen right out from under them, when fashion stole thier way of life. Never listen to some one who calles himself punk. You don't name your self punk, other peole give you that title and you accept it, cherish it. It's gone almost, and it's sad to see that even the good don't die young, the system crushes yet another victim in its unyeilding, unrelenting grasp. The system as it turns out isn't the government, its society. Society bent on crushing every thing that doesnt fit its prescribed notions. The punks ran the gaunlet against a system of living that threated to anialate them. They died trying to out run every one else's way of life and make their own way. To creat a hope of resistance againts tyrany, and mildlessness in a people that are deaf and blind. They don't feel, don't live, don't see. Why? Because they are scared. Scared of not knowing, of not being able to control. They are fearful, and that makes them weaker than they know. Weak because they will do and go and beleave what ever they must to fit in. To be accepted as 'normal'. Society is crushing out hope. It is crushing those who would dare raise a hand agaist it. A frieght train, if you will, running hell bent on making people afraid. Afriad to live their lives. They rely on others, look to others to fight their battles for them. They will not take the power in to their own hands to rise against fear. To stand up and deny fear the power it wants, needs. They feel sorry for them selves and cave in, give up. Bless punks for the stregnth that they had, not to bend, not to break, to just keep on goin when every thing else fails. The music keeps them alive. It's their life force, the air they breath. To sing their protest againts the world with raunchy lyrics and music to fit the soul of one who doesnt care. The filth of the gutters rings out in that sound and with it it brings resistance. Don't bend. Don't brake. Don't back down. Live or die trying. burn out in one glorious, resounding bang, instead of fade into nothing and dissapear. Dissapear like thousands of unknowing, unthinking people who mass together to form the basis of dispare. Burn, don't fade. They loved, they laughed, they lived and they died and they brought change, change upon the winds of time that no one could ignore. They lived, they loved and they laughed and cryed and the world saw humanity suffer.Tthey saw people hurting and they saw what the system does to those people. Oh, how it takes away their dreams. How it blinds them to what they can really and truly achieve and be. It blinds them and steals their joy. Look at chirldren, how they only dream, how nothing is impossable and how there is nothing that they cannot be or do. They are invinsable. And yet some where along the road those dreams are shed tear by tear, hope by unmet hope. dreams die and fade and then ther is nothing left. Nothing left to hope, to keep on living and still dream big. The fear and the hurt that they have experiencened has turned them against the dreams that once made them live. They see limmitations and guidelines, boundries, limits to what they can be and do and feel. They have set them selves against freedom becuase they no longer know its friendship. Now freedon of thought is the enimy. Fuck freedom of speach. How can one be free with words if one cannot be free with thoughts. We have closed the minds of our youth turned them magainst all that they could be and we call it great. We call it society. Punk faught against all this. It faught and died for it. No we have crushed the freedom fighters those who would dare to stand against what the people have accepted because they can. Because the want to. They have set them selves free and now they are all but gone. Waisted away and faded into miniscule nothingness. What is left if there are no dreamers? What is left if no one dares to take the leap into the unknown and just go with the flow. To not judge how far they can go by standards that others have set. They go and they are and they feel, they live. They live. They poured all f this into their music and the felt what others would not. They took pride in something other than normality. They fought with every note that they sang and every chord they played. They fought the killer of hope, the headsman of dreams and the undertaker of life. It all coomes back down to life, go, be, do ,feel, dream and live. Live beacuse that is what you were made to do. Dont question because the answers are inside of you already. You cant fly to high or dream to big. Love and hope and live. Diehard punk rocker. Give me liberty or give me death. Die hard with a vengence. And do it because you can. Punk to the core.
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Freedom Isn't Free I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
And then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
With hair cut square and eyes alert
He'd stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers' tears?
How many pilots' planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers' graves?
No, freedom isn't free.
I heard the sound of taps one night,
When everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That taps had meant "Amen,"
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn't free
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Not Even Kind
The world has come crashing down around my head I don't know what to do cause now I'm dead How could I be so stupid, deaf The voice inside my head kept yelling, screaming Louder, louder till my ears were bleeding But did I hear it? No I didn't Caught in one moments eternal bliss How could anything end like this I don't understand how all this happened But the worst part is this is all my fault The game, the game I kept on playing I never knew what game it was So innocent the game till now Why did I ever have to start There is no cure for a broken heart But why is it yours that had to break Why not mine for your own sake How could I ever do this to you This one matter of fact is true I am so sorry, oh so sorry am I
But sorry can't fix a god damn thing And most importantly a broken dream Oh Lord, oh Lord I did not know But the time's ran out and I've got to go But where? But where? only God can know And now my heart's layed open to bleed Oh ninja darling come to me
Please take this life I cannot lead Show me the way to make it right Oh God please help me hold me tight Hold me tight and don't let go, never let go, Oh please say so I cannot do it why can't you see I've been there, been there And it's not for me I'll keep on living but live all alone No life is worth taking, not even your own Flesh will heal and bone will mend But nothing, nothing can change this trend How could I be so stupid, blind And in the end not even kind
Lil' Princess Fire
2006
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The following has been attributed to State Representative Mitchell Kaye from GA. This guy should run for President one day...
"We the sensible people of the United States, in an attempt to help everyone get along, restore some semblance of justice, avoid more riots, keep our nation safe, promote positive behavior, and secure the blessings of debt-free liberty to ourselves and our great-great-great-grandchildren, hereby try one more time to ordain and establish some common sense guidelines for the terminally whiny, guilt ridden, delusional, and other liberal bed-wetters. We hold these truths to be self evident: that a whole lot of people are confused by the Bill of Rights and are so dim they require a Bill of NON-Rights."
ARTICLE I: You do not have the right to a new car, big screen TV, or any other form of wealth. More power to you if you can legally acquire them, but no one is guaranteeing anything.
ARTICLE II: You do not have the right to never be offended. This country is based on freedom, and that means freedom for everyone -- not just you! You may leave the room, turn the channel, express a different opinion, etc.; but the world is full of idiots, and probably always will be.
ARTICLE III: You do not have the right to be free from harm. If you stick a screwdriver in your eye, learn to be more careful; do not expect the tool manufacturer to make you and all your relatives independently wealthy. ARTICLE IV: You do not have the right to free food and housing. Americans are the most charitable people to be found, and will gladly help anyone in need, but we are quickly growing weary of subsidizing generation after generation of professional couch potatoes who achieve nothing more than the creation of another generation of professional couch potatoes. (This one is my pet peeve...get an education and go to work....don't expect everyone else to take care of you!) ARTICLE V: You do not have the right to free health care. That would be nice, but from the looks of public housing, we're just not interested in public health care. ARTICLE VI: You do not have the right to physically harm other people. If you kidnap, rape, intentionally maim, or kill someone, don't be surprised if the rest of us want to see you fry in the electric chair. ARTICLE VII: You do not have the right to the possessions of others. If you rob, cheat, or coerce away the goods or services of other citizens, don't be surprised if the rest of us get together and lock you away in a place where you still won't have the right to a big screen color TV or a life of leisure. ARTICLE VIII: You do not have the right to a job. All of us sure want you to have a job, and will gladly help you along in hard times, but we expect you to take advantage of the opportunities of education and vocational training laid before you to make yourself useful. (AMEN!) ARTICLE IX: You do not have the right to happiness. Being an American means that you have the right to PURSUE happiness, which by the way, is a lot easier if you are unencumbered by an over abundance of idiotic laws created by those of you who were confused by the Bill of Rights. ARTICLE X: This is an English speaking country. We don't care where you are from, English is our language. Learn it or go back to wherever you came from! (Lastly....) ARTICLE XI: You do not have the right to change our country's history or heritage. This country was founded on the belief in one true God. And yet, you are given the freedom to believe in any religion, any faith, or no faith at all; with no fear of persecution. The phrase IN GOD WE TRUST is part of our heritage and history, and if you are uncomfortable with it, TOUGH! If you agree, share this with a friend. No, you don't have to, and nothing tragic will befall you if you don't. I just think it's about time common sense is allowed to flourish. Sensible people of the United States speak out because if you do not, who will?
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Her hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go.
But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
if she went to school alone.
But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her daughter home.
But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees;
a dad who never calls.
There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
anxious in their seats
One by one the teacher called a student from the class.
To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn't there.
"Where's her daddy at?"
she heard a boy call out.
"She probably doesn't have one,"
another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
"Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day."
The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her Mom.
And looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.
And with hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.
"My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
and how much he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.
"Cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he'll forever be in my heart"
With that, her little hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
beneath her favorite dress.
And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the love
of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
doing what was right.
And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
but its message clear and loud.
"I love my daddy very much,
he's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far
You see he was a firefighter
and died just this past year
When airplanes hit the towers
and taught Americans to fear.
But sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away."
And then she closed her eyes,
and she saw him there that day.
And to her mothers amazement,
she witnessed with surprise
A room full of daddies and children,
all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.
"I know you're with me Daddy,"
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.
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