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Asylum Central

Welcome to asylum central

Where English is not essential

It used to be but now its changed

They've even gone and changed the name

It used to be called the U.K

May as well be the U.S.A.

The United States of Alarm

Where we're paranoid if its calm



When a firework goes off at night

Will you sit and cower in fright

Thinking that the worlds gone wrong

And someones dropped an atom bomb



I've had enough of this country

Cos things aren't what they used to be

Nothing unites like a one sided fight

But who will win when no ones right





Nothing sweet about six teens

All gone sour like their dreams

In their gangs they let off steam

Trading happy slaps for a scream

The only grades they got at school

Were A S B and O

They terrorize the neighborhoods

For a cause they'll never know



When a firework goes off at night

Will you sit and cower in fright

Thinking that the worlds gone wrong

And someones dropped an atom bomb



I've had enough of this country

Cos things aren't what they used to be

Nothing unites like a one sided fight

But who will win when no ones right



Now who to fear but fear itself?

Who plays on your mind and mental health

The kids who take things from the shelf?

Or the veiled ones who hide themselves

Teachers,nurses currently

Just want to hide from the naive

And those of us who make a fuss

When we see a backpack on a bus

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Again another poem gone song.
This one is basically summing up the paranoia/xenophobia and just general state of the UK today. It's a sad state of affairs

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The Real London Eye

Give me a seven a seven a nine and eleven

The number of lies we've just been given

34 plus 50 more

19 to start then 84

Orwell was right the laws are tight

They keep on watching all day and night



This is the formula for the future

Where our masters are computers

Downloading every single thought

where your innocence must be bought



With our minds tracked by the thought police

How will we get through all this

We'll close our minds and all the doors

Make sure our thoughts are all insured

We'll hide away and spend our time

Exposing those who dealt the crimes





This is the formula for the future

Where our masters are computers

Downloading every single thought

where your innocence must be bought





Its a world wide web in which you're caught

The 3 W dot stands for We Will Watch

When will you all learn to see

You're caught up in conspiracy

Your minds your own you are not brain dead

Don't be content with being spoon fed



This is the formula for the future

Where our masters are computers

Downloading every single thought

where your innocence must be bought

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this really as a song but as usual I tend to write it as poetry and then add music. This is all about the "Big Brother/1984" culture that everyone seems worried about these days.

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For the Children

Folder: 
IRAQ War II

You kill their parents

what are they to do,

You let them live,

they will come after you.





For the children,

Make amends,

Otherwise the hatred

And cycle of violence

never ends.



For the children,

Let there be a new day.

Let them grow strong and free,

Let them live and play.



For the children,

Set aside your Jihad,

Let them be children,

Let their faith grow in God.



For the children

Let there be peace among men,

In jihads and wars,

No one wins.



Mother's weep at the loss of a son

Chidren weep, they have parents none.

God weeps at what you have done.

For the children, don't carry on.


Author's Notes/Comments: 

For the children caught up in war. For the sons who are lost on both sides. For the innocents that are just 'collateral damage'.

For the Children for publication in June 2007 issue of Taj Mahal Review. Our Editor Dr. Santosh Kumar has approved it for publication in Taj Mahal Review to be  released in June 2007.

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More about me.

Let me start this with, a common introduction. My given name I will not use to often in my works. I prefer to use my writing name of Wolf. Lets say its the side of me that finds a home in writing poetry and general stuff. I work as a Mechanic so some days I dont get a chance to write. My day to day use of it is for me to know. Just four years ago (from when I decided to redo this introduction) I became a father. My daughter has brought many tears and smiles to my face. I hope to spend many years showing her who I am and let her know what she means to me. Now let me explain some few things about myself:

I enjoy Metal music. I will not go into listing all my favored bands but to tick off a few of the most prominent: Iron Maiden, Metallica, Cradle of Filth, Rammstein and of course there is tones more.



I have several tattoos. I plan to get more along the road. I also plan to redo a piercing I once had.



I love hockey and enjoy playing Defenseman and Goaltender positions with friends and family. I cheer on the New Jersey Devils and Nashville Predators.



I am a fan of Japanese Manga and Anime. Too many to list and not one rates over the other in which is my favored. I also collect many AMVs (Anime Music Videos)



I enjoy watching Rally races as well as Drifting. I have been a fan of old school big block motor cars. As well as the modern Import seen cars. I am also a huge fan of Dodge, Eagle, and Mitsubishi cars. Dont ask me which car or truck is the favorite out of each one.



I enjoy watching Horror and Action films, TV shows, as well as shows that show normal/abnormal people doing outrageous things.



I speak English (American), I am working on becoming fluent in German, Japanese, as well as Korean. In this approach a lot of my work I do I have a certain language I want to use and I try to use that as the bass of what I plan to write or, I use my acoustic or bass guitar to determine some of my poems.

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TORCH KEEPER

I write the pages.

Fill them with ages.

Some are of sages.

Others are for wages.

They give light to the world.

Some are buried never to swirl.

Keeper of the torch am I.

Giving sight to blind eye's.

They will call and rant at you.

True keepers are rare and few.

Maker of words on the page.

Flowers blossom,size them with gage.

So maker of the written image.

Cast the gold of it limits.

In the end tou will find.

Treasures of the stoic mind.

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GOT SOME WATER

Just dont have that feel.

Goes under the boat keel.

Man behind the car wheel.

ACID-RAIN on a bananna peel.

Man told me-water steal.

Behind the place where they make steel.



What is going on in my head.

ACID-RAIN just melts the lead.

Crazy water has a foul taste.

Comes from all the gas waste.

Every day-they just never stop.

Glass of water-sink rust stop.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

We need water to drink every day for health,and the future of our children.

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A True Friend.

Standing by,

All the way.

Here to help you through your day.



Holding you up,

When you are weak,

Helping you find what it is you seek.



Catching your tears,

When you cry.

Pulling you through when the tide is high.



Just being there,

Through thick and thin,

All just to say, you are my friend.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

A very good friend of mine sent this to me. It was really touching.

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As The Years Go By

Folder: 
2006

When you're born, time is your best friend;

You can see your entire life ahead of you.

When you're 18, your innocence is at an end;

The path you will take finally comes into view.

When you get married, time is no longer on your side;

Your spouse, and then your children, make that a certainty.

As they grow older, so do you; to yourself you've lied,

Thinking that time would wait for you, with a guarantee

That you would be forever young. As the years go by,

You find that you're wrong; Time waits for no one.

Your children leave home,  and you have to say goodbye

As they see the harsh truth; your job is done.

When you retire, and you grow old and grey,

You finally see an end to the path you've taken;

The grave is now but a stone's throw away,

And Time has become your enemy, be not mistaken.

You're lying on your deathbed, the end is in sight,

You look back on your life as it has come to be:

You're born, you grow up, you work day and night,

You take a mate, have kids, and then you die; ces't la vie.

You close your eyes, take your last breath,

And pass away from this world, knowning one thing to be true:

Time never stops or changes, from your birth to your death;

As the years go it becomes clear that time is against you.









Patrick W. Hopkins                               2/27/2006

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Just a couple of explanations and Rants

"I got nothing to Hold onto but I'm holding tight"



Everyone has Words they feel veryone should hear,

But they are just afriad no one wants to hear,

That's thier only fear,

It's so Lonely, when your words are rotting here,

In the middle of a page,

In the center of a stage,

Mocked and full of Rage,

Trying to Spill the words they all Want to hear

But Nervousness Burdens us

and everythin you thought of has Froze on us,



Got to Relax sit back,

thinkof the time

where all you could do is sit down and rhyme

Remeber back then

and feel the same

feel those feelings Remeber the Pain

Even if they don't understand the pain

understand the guilt

the hope

the rain that pours continously

on your hopeless life

Just Spit it out

the lyrics and restrain your strife

The long sleepless nights

your sanity fights

when you had nothing to hold on to

but your holding on tight...

Author's Notes/Comments: 

idk

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