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Raise Your Voice!

20 Oct

Raise your voice!

Don´t be played… like someone else´s board game
Don´t be classed out… like some desperate redoubt
Don´t be misled… you´ve got a lot on your head
And nobody´s gonna pay attention when you are dead

So…Raise your voice!

It´s the primary rule
you gotta want to be fooled
It´s our daunted restraint
that keeps us silent in shame
It´s our nature to be
adversarial and free
Our evolution didn´t hinge
on passivity

So… Raise your voice!

Tough Shit Mickey

20 Oct

foxes cower with their clubs, to escape the human race.

Rabbits run for life, deer take cover in the trees

The mother sighs with disbelief, then prepares the meat.


Liberate… Liberate…

Think what you’re doing

Liberate… Liberate…

The system’s set to ruin.

Liberate… Liberate…

Their life is not for profit

Liberate… Liberate…

We’ve got to fucking stop.

 

Because before too long there’ll be nothing left alive

not a creature on the land or sea, a bird In the sky

they’ll be shot, harpooned, eaten or hunted too much

vivisected by the clever men who prove that there’s no such

things as a fair world with live and let live

the Royal family goes hunting, what an example to give!

to the people they lead and they don’t Include me.

I’ve seen enough pain and torture of those who can’t speak

so I’m gonna speak for them In an all out attack

and if someone tries to whip me, then I’ll fucking whip’em back.

Coz I’ve had enough of the madness. In their theatres of hell

enough of them hounding the fox to the kill

or baby seals being clubbed, their mothers cut up.

They satisfy their greed, their wealths built on blood.

Of their slaughterhouse haunting the back of the mind

the gas chamber of farm life, the end of the line.

 

It’s a shame about that mouse

It Matters To Me

8 Oct

It Matters To Me


As I walked along the seashore
This young boy greeted me.
He was tossing stranded starfish
Back to the deep blue sea.
I said “Tell me why you bother,
Why you waste your time this way.
There’s a million stranded starfish
Does it matter, anyway?”
And he said, “It matters to this one.
It deserves a chance to grow.
It matters to this one.
I can’t save them all I know.
But it matters to this one,
I’ll return it to the sea.
It matters to this one,
And it matters to me.”
I walked into the shelter,
The owner greeted me.
She was helping Misty learn to trust.
She was struggling I could see.
I said, “Tell me why you bother,
Why you waste your time this way.
Misty’s only one of thousands,
Does it matter anyway?”
And she said, “It matters to this one.
She deserves a chance to grow.
It matters to this one.
I can’t save them all I know.
But it matters to this one,
I’ll help her be what she can be.
It matters to this one,
And it matters to me.

Author Unknown

The Familiar Spirit! “poem”

3 Oct

The Familiar Spirit!

“Poem/Tribute”

When feeling sad because I miss

my angel dressed in fur

I Close my eyes and feel you by my side,

right where you always were

I feel your love and see your face

with the light that shined within your eyes

Please Know, that a part of my heart belongs to you

You will always shine inside

A sign from the Bridge

A Thousand Horse but None to Ride!

3 Oct

A Thousand Horse but None to Ride

Painted Heart

A Thousand Horse but None to Ride

With flying tail and flowing mane

Wide nostrils never stretched by pain

Mouths bloodless to the bit or rein

and hooves that iron never shod

and flanks un-scarred by spur or rod

A thousand horse the wild the free

Like waves that flow over the sea

came thickly thundering on


written by: Lord Byron

The Rescue Dog

24 Aug

Rescue Dog


Once I was a lonely dog Just looking for a home.

I had no place to go, No one to call my own.

I wandered up and down the streets, in rain, in heat and snow.

I ate whatever I could find, I was always on the go.

My skin would itch, my feet were sore, my body ached with pain.

And no one stopped to give a pat or gently say my name.

I never saw a loving glance; I was always on the run.

For people thought that hurting me was really lots of fun.

And then one day I heard a voice so gentle, kind and sweet.

And arms so soft reached down to me and took me off my feet.

No one again will hurt you: was whispered in my ear.

You’ll have a home to call your own where you will know no fear.

You will be dry, you will be warm, you’ll have enough to eat

and rest assured that when you sleep, your dreams will all be sweet.

I was afraid, I must admit, I’ve lived so long in fear.

I can’t remember when I let A human come so near.

And as she tended to my wounds and bathed and brushed my fur

She told me bout the rescue group and what it meant to her. 

She said, we are a circle, a line that never ends.

And in the centre there is you protected by new friends.

And all around you are the ones that check the pounds

and those that share their home after you’ve been found.

And all the other folk are searching near and far.

To find the perfect home for you, where you can be a star.

She said, “There is a family, that’s waiting patiently

and pretty soon we’ll find them, just you wait and see”.

“And then they’ll join our circle They’ll help to make it grow,

so there’ll be room for more like you, who have no place to go”.

I waited very patiently, the days they came and went.

Today’s the day I thought, my family would be sent.

Then just when I began to think it wasn’t meant to be,

there were people standing there just gazing down at me.

I knew them in a heartbeat; I could tell they felt it too.

They said, “We have been waiting for a special dog” like you.

Now every night I say a prayer to all the gods that be.

“Thank you for the life I live and all you’ve given me.

But most of all protect the dogs in the pound and on the street.

And send a Rescue Person to lift them off their feet”.

Author unknown A poem for dog lovers all the way from Scotland

Is He the One?

24 Aug

Is he the one

Is he the one, that puppy there,
The one that likes to snuggle?
Can I take him with me,
To love and hug and cuddle?

Is he the one, the pup you got?
Boy! he’s growing fast.
Sure that’s what you wanted?
Nah, never gonna last.

Is he the one, just brought in?
They say he is too large.
Put him in the end cage,
Write down what to charge.

Is he the one, the big one there?
Yep he’ll guard our house and home.
Chain him in the back yard,
He’ll be ok alone.

Is he the one the angel asked,
Taking him away.
Never more to be abused,
Or in the snow to lay.

Is he the one the woman asked,
Her dogs all prancing round.
The one with none to wait for,
Well now he has been found.

Yes your the one I know it,
Go find a friend or three.
You will all be mine now,
Come cross the bridge with me

-M. Catlow