Murder Was The Case[Remix]

*helicopter flying overhead*
This is angela sanders coming to you live
From the scene of yet another murder mystery
It seems that entertainer snoop doggy dogg has been murdered
We have no information at this time
*journalist speaks in spanish (I wont be insulting and try to transcribe it)*
*lightning cracks*
*helicopter passes by again*
As I look up, at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
Im shakin, and they breakin, tryin to save the dogg
Pumpin on my chest and Im screamin
I stop breathin, damn I see deamons
Dear god, I wonder can ya save me
I cant die my boo-boos bout to have my baby
I think its too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
Bring your lifestyle to me Ill make it better
And how long will I live?

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song performed by Snoop Dogg
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Abstract Images

Blood and bones of fifty bodies,
Laid mixed and mingled,
Legs here arms there
Of men: young and old,
Shreds scattered all around,
Skulls laid asunder
As if melons on the farm,
Over-ripe and flattened,
The stems lay with ragged bellies
And with no extremities,
Brains splattered on the walls,
Red-essence splashed
As if a skilled artist sketched,
A piece of abstract images.
Yesterday indiscriminate scrap
Of human bodies was consigned
To the collective grave.

Mr. America has planned today,
For peace and prosperity,

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poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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The Jump

He is standing at the open door of the aircraft
and see his life flashing past,
while strong winds are pulling
on his face and jacket
and the light keeps on flashing green
and somebody taps him on the shoulder.

It’s like a explorer
walking into an new world,
with the earth rushing past beneath him
and he is almost above the horizon.

It’s as if for moments
he is hanging and feeling insignificant
and he is thought struck
while he falls at terminal velocity,

the wind is whistling in his ears
and it is then that he locks his thoughts,
knowing that man is but paltry

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poem by Gert Strydom
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The Lucky Charm

……And suddenly
The colors of the rainbow appeared
Across the pathway of an airplane rushed
Through the sprinkle of rain in the morning sun
But the question remained unanswered
On the young man's mind

Then a gallop of rain ran through the funnel
And briefly flowed in to the canal
And so his toy-boat made of coconut husk
Sailed through the storm of water waste

There was once a fairy tale he remembered
That his grandmother told when he was ten
"When the first dropp of rain comes in summer
watch the banana heart that blooms first
and once you caught this golden sap
this will bring you an enormous luck."
…….But then it was too late.

poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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A Hero Among You

An unsung hero walks among you
But one That can't be seen
he may be black or brown or white
but the blood that flows is green

He is not a monster
nor a creature from the sea
he is a normal person
just like you and me

he has a normal job
sometimes a family to feed
but now and then he's called upon
to do his heroes deed

the thunder begins to crack
the flood waters begin to rise
everything is looking bleak
says the frightened look in your eyes

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poem by PFC Jake Hatcher
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Mirror

Like any other changeling
She was waiting to transform
Waiting for her arms to curl into flaps
Waiting for another set of legs to emerge
Standing before the mirror of transformation
With the decal in the upper corner of the glass
Of a white winged unicorn
Suddenly the thought of morphing
Frightened her a bit
As she thought of the impossibility
Of being in the ballet
Or riding on an airplane to visit her aunt
She crossed her fingers
Canceling her wish to be a unicorn
She spun three times before the magic mirror
And closed her eyes
Hoping that when she opened them
She would just be herself
And wondering as she did this
Exactly who or what she was

poem by George Murdock
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To A Poet That Died Young

Minstrel, what have you to do
With this man that, after you,
Sharing not your happy fate,
Sat as England's Laureate?
Vainly, in these iron days,
Strives the poet in your praise,
Minstrel, by whose singing side
Beauty walked, until you died.

Still, though none should hark again,
Drones the blue-fly in the pane,
Thickly crusts the blackest moss,
Blows the rose its musk across,
Floats the boat that is forgot
None the less to Camelot.

Many a bard's untimely death
Lends unto his verses breath;
Here's a song was never sung:
Growing old is dying young.

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poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Always To Greet With

Always to greet with 'good morning 'and start
This is our tradition and has remained as part
Whenever I see close friend on line I sincerely wish
Welcome with sentiments and delightfully finish

I said to friend 'what is there in morning and evening? '
It must always end with ever lasting joy and smiling
I for one shared this concept right from the beginning
Give all kind of expressions and bring on their face little shining

I often say it with smile and style
That speaks of you magnificently meanwhile
Words sometimes may remain in close file
But gesture speaks in volumes all the while

Happiness is something like to be shown in its kind
You need not go in open market to find
It is not the commodity to be out rightly purchased
Sometimes it is eluding but needs to be constantly chased

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Free Letter to Tanja

You would give ten of your stories
For one of my letters
Let your stories remain yours
Let the letter be free.
Here I am writing you a letter.

I think about us:

Sometimes we are like children
Rejoicing over a gift:
Honest and loud.

Once, in a serious voice
Of a good old professor
We give each other advice.

Sometimes, like old friends,
We share the memories,
And we have never met.

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poem by Jankovic Zoran
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Letting Go of Wendy

Like a gypsy of the sky
Circumnavigating the hemisphere;
The hemisphere of your mind
An adroit aircraft in flight
With wings of ebullience
Stark with a spell of resilience.
Prancing past the air and moon,
Traversing the window to your room
Where a rose coil in the night
In solemn withering plight,
"Wake up lil' Wendy! "
And then you got up idly
Rising from a bed of tranquility
As Luna stroke your once golden locks
Now, marred from its luster
By the spite of Luna's finger.
"Let's fly lil' Wendy! "
And then you tried to hush me
Revealing a somnolent skin
As Luna scintillate it in stale

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poem by Norman Santos
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Roll Another Number

Its too dark to put the keys in my ignition,
And the mornin sun is yet to climb my hood ornament.
But before too long I might see those flashing red lights
Look out, mama, cause Im comin home tonight.
Think Ill roll another number for the road,
I feel able to get under any load.
Though my feet arent on the ground,
I been standin on the sound
Of some open-hearted people goin down.
Im not goin back to woodstock for a while,
Though I long to hear that lonesome hippie smile.
Im a million miles away from that helicopter day
No, I dont believe Ill be goin back that way.
Think Ill roll another number for the road,
I feel able to get under any load.
Though my feet arent on the ground,
I been standin on the sound
Of some open-hearted people goin down.

song performed by Neil Young
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Siberian Khatru

Sing, bird of prey;
Beauty begins at the foot of you. do you believe the manner?
Gold stainless nail,
Torn through the distance of man
As they regard the summit.
Even siberia goes through the motions.
Hold out and hold up;
Hold down the window. outbound, river,
Hold out the morning that comes into view. bluetail, tailfly.
River running right on over my head.
How does she sing?
Who holds the ring? and ring and you will find me coming.
Cold reigning king,
Hold all the secrets from you
As they produce the movement.
Even siberia goes through the motions.
Hold out and hold up;
Hold down the window. outbound, river,
Hold out the morning that comes into view. bluetail, tailfly.
River running right over the outboard, river,

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Siberian Khatru

Sing, bird of prey;
Beauty begins at the foot of you. do you believe the manner?
Gold stainless nail,
Torn through the distance of man
As they regard the summit.
Even siberia goes through the motions.
Hold out and hold up;
Hold down the window. outbound, river,
Hold out the morning that comes into view. bluetail, tailfly.
River running right on over my head.
How does she sing?
Who holds the ring? and ring and you will find me coming.
Cold reigning king,
Hold all the secrets from you
As they produce the movement.
Even siberia goes through the motions.
Hold out and hold up;
Hold down the window. outbound, river,
Hold out the morning that comes into view. bluetail, tailfly.
River running right over the outboard, river,

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song performed by Yes
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Old Gate Off Its Hinge

Old gate off its hinge.
Matted like a lapwing in the long blond grass.
What is there to distract me from?
I pass, but not as a predator.
I seek the high field at the end
of this narrow dark road at dusk.
I’m out for stars. I’m out for solitude.
Like these deep cuts in the road
my scars have taken me out for a walk
in the gathering darkness,
nothing to keep in
nothing to let out.
The sumac denuded.
The last of the asters ruined.
There’s a farmhouse back here
abandoned years ago
like an old book in the basement
under the covers of its collapsing roof.
And the ghosts of two children
hidden deep in the woods

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poem by Patrick White
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For Long, Forlorn

The dense soliloquy,
The engaging isolation,
That siphons my strength, the strength I lost
Long before I found you in the middle of the Arctic

Ice caps of polar beasts bask,
And the Herculean Task I am to perform,
Executed poorly, a hero in the rags of mice
I own you like a flower, a flower in a lonely garden.

Here in my room,
That disenchants the eyes of glimmering spheres
Perpendicular to the Sun, buried under the moon
And the stars unmask the portent of the masquerade

Where are you in the middle of the night?
Your shadows are muted in the rising dawn,
And the dusk, the dusk that prays in the time of cholera
I have loved you for long, and for long shall it be.

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poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
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On Slaughtering

I claim not, fair or unfair,
But tell you, what I did see,
On the chicken slaughterer’s shop
When I ordered for the one.

They were numerous,
Moving and clucking,
Soft, white and vigorous,
Unaware to the death approaching,
For they were to be dined.

A man callous faced,
Clad in dress blood stained,
Caught one from the wings,
Pressed legs with a clumsy foot,
Wrenching neck, stifled throat,
With the thumb nail.

With a heart hardened by practice,
A long sharp knife, moved crosswise

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poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Inventions

'What's the greatest ever invention
the best the world has ever known?
some say it has to be the wheel
while others reckon it's the Telephone '
But a lot of people love their Television
then again we all like to listen to the radio
let's not forget everyday material though
like Nylon, Plastic, and good old Velcro.
Where would we be without transport?
for a start we wouldn't go very far
so how about the Steam Engine
or the Bicycle, Helicopter, or the Motor Car?
In our kitchens we have many appliances
like a freezer where we store food to save
also an Electric or a Gas Cooker
and where would we be without the Microwave?
But there's been hundreds of inventions
from a Paper Clip, Safety Pin, a Telescope,
Computers and the modern wonder of the Internet
down to Toothpaste, and a little bar of Soap.

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poem by Kevin Halls
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Always to greet with...

Always to greet with "good morning "and start
This is our tradition and has remained as part
Whenever I see close friend on line I sincerely wish
Welcome with sentiments and delightfully finish

I said to friend "what is there in morning and evening? "
It must always end with ever lasting joy and smiling
I for one shared this concept right from the beginning
Give all kind of expressions and bring on their face little shining

I often say it with smile and style
That speaks of you magnificently meanwhile
Words sometimes may remain in close file
But gesture speaks in volumes all the while

Happiness is something like to be shown in its kind
You need not go in open market to find
It is not the commodity to be out rightly purchased
Sometimes it is eluding but needs to be constantly chased

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Consummation

They may be duds or they may be drones,
Or legislators heaven-sent;
But the A.L.P. for all atones
When it gets them into Parliament.
Tho' they talk sheer drivel once they're there,
Our job is done. Why should we care?

They may be mild or they may be reds,
Or 'has-beens' who have missed the bus.
But the simple job of counting heads
Is all that matters much to us.
And the job we do with wondrous ease
Is the mas production of M.P's.

So, why blame us in peevish gloom,
And charge us with this grievous sin?
They may involve the land in doom;
But our job's done; we've got 'em in.

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poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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My excuses

I started on my homework
but my pen ran out of ink.
My hamster ate my homework.
My computer's on the blink.

I accidentally dropped it
in the soup my mom was cooking.
My brother flushed it down the toilet
when I wasn't looking.

My mother ran my homework
through the washer and the dryer.
An airplane crashed into our house.
My homework caught on fire.

Tornadoes blew my notes away.
Volcanoes struck our town.
My homework was taken
by an evil killer clown.

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poem by Arielle Perkins
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