The Tale Of Dusty & Pistol Pete
Dusty screams, through doors and imaginary floors
why cant you miss me?
Pistol pete removes the final breaths from her unkind and she is shaken
What does this mean in love or in peace?
With you lying next to me
So faithless serene
And she calls to him
Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
Far out beneath the sorrow clouds
Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
Let them cry out through your rusted scars
Alone he roams inside the ordinary catacombs of her waiting
With raven hands she steals and staggers towards her man
Still scorned by his demon
Because hes undone
Become the language of
Disaster and love, vengeance and dust
And she calls to him
Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
Far out beneath the sorrow clouds
Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
Let them cry out through your rusted scars
Dusty screams, through doors and imaginary scenes
Of hurt and teardrop
As he holds her down, in the cold lonely winds
Together again, her inside him
And she calls to him
Let the waste cross the ancient trails to you
Far out beneath the sorrow clouds
Let them taste the bitter lost mistake of you
Let them cry out through your rusted scars
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins
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To Someone Who Knows Everything And Wants Nothing
Speaking above them they could not hear me
as I raged and shrieked in tongues
my head was like a fountain
words like feathers floated down
I was weightless filled with lyrics
no one else around me heard
If I could I'd fall upon them
though I'm nothing but a bird
I know they sometimes hear me
when they look up to the sky
see my shadow cross the highway
inside their cages rolling by
I am smoke, I am illusion
yet I appear as hard as stone
I am reeling in confusion
in my wisdom I ‘m alone
you can't read the sacred letters
which I've written in my heart
these secrets can't be given
it's the mystery of my art
I am the fire of my creation
I am the air that I breathe
I am the water of my salvation
I am the earth beneath my feet
You’ll never know
My deepest sorrow
Nor feel my greatest joy
I have no mouth with which to tell you
No understanding to employ
I am a bird so rare and lovely
No one’s worthy of my charms
I would rather remain lonely
than be trapped in someone’s arms
I’d rather soar the highest places
And pierce the nimbus clouds
Leaving trails without traces
I am me and I am proud
One day I’ll sleep beneath you
You’re the earth and I am air
But my spirit will leave you
You’ll try to find me I’ll not be there
Until then you will see me
Floating weightless on the wing
I will cross you as a shadow
Which covers everything
poem by George Murdock
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Mistake (acoustic)
As I sift and drift through bullshit,
That plagues from day to day,
Would you ever really notice I've gone away?
CHORUS
I'm over the wall,
Over the hill,
Over at your place,
I'm over the safetys,
Over the phone calls,
Over the rage,
What a mistake.
When you've lost the stones to throw,
The ones I found to make a fire,
And all the lonely souls that say so get fired.
CHORUS
What a mistake,
What a mistake,
What a mistake,
What a mistake,
I've never been lost,
I've never been found,
And it make no difference, if I'm around,
There's never been words, there's never been actions
I've never been promises that i've never kept.
CHORUS
Interlude by both Chad
song performed by by Nickelback
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Dead Man Walking
dead man walking,
fisted hands in empty pockets.
eyes that never look up
and feet that just know the way.
small children running in a graveyard
chasing shadows, silent and grey.
an old burnt out house still smolders,
bare limbs grasping at the sky.
and love is an old bucket,
rusted, leaking on the ground.
that calls your name and
draws your face
in a room that no one enters.
there's only today and now;
yesterday lied, tomorrow died.
the taste on my lips cold and bitter
as arsenic on a rose petal.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Voice
Between the open heart and the whisper goodbye,
Theres a perfect teardrop in your eye.
Between the lovers moon and the trembling sky,
Theres a broken dream in your mind.
And the voice is carrying the love you have lost,
And the change of heart in someone you trust.
Yea the voice is carrying the love and the scars.
Hear the lonely voice in the dark.
Between the careful touch and the breakaway kiss,
Theres a beauty you cant resist.
Mmm, between the fall apart and the moment of bliss,
There must be something more than this.
And the voice is carrying the love you have lost.
Love you have lost.
And the change of heart in someone you trust.
Yea the voice is carrying the love and the scars.
Love and the scars.
Hear the lonely voice in the dark.
In the dark.
Hear the lonely voice.
Hear the lonely voice.
And the voice is carrying the love you have lost.
Love you have lost.
And the change of heart in someone you trust.
Yea the voice is carrying the love and the scars.
Love and the scars.
Hear the lonely voice in the dark.
Oh, yea, the voice is carrying the love you have lost.
Love you have lost.
And the change of heart in someone you trust.
Yea the voice is carrying the love and the scars.
Love and the scars.
Hear the lonely voice in the dark. in the dark.
Lonely voice. lonely voice in the dark.
Hear the lonely voice.
Hear the lonely voice in the dark...
song performed by by Roxette
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Peace of Woods
Crow wings
forest green.
bitter cold.
clouds of breath.
the sound of
Wolf.
Calling in the
Dark.
Lost in Quiet.
a Raven
Caws.
spelling its presence and
claws.
CRUNCH.
the Quiet is
Gone.
Raven calls.
Man is here,
in the Wood.
poem by Katherine Steinbauer
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Bitter Blow of Love
Love! you dealt a bitter blow –
You lay me cross the mortal plains,
Bedewed, bedimmed amongst a show
Of tearful clouds: eternal rains
To weep at my enduring foe
Of harsh reality – searing pains of
Destiny: dependable propensity
To fool myself repeatedly
That I could ever triumph over love!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Bitter blow of love, oh love
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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There's Milk Beneath This Poem
there's milk beneath this poem, and blood
aswirl, like a marble cake of moments half-baked;
there's blood beneath this poem, and tears
unmixed like oil in a rain barrel of thoughts;
there's tears beneath this poem, and come
awash with a million squirming attempts to awaken;
there's come beneath this poem, and the sea
unforgiving, with its undertow of fears, unknown and unsought.
there's milk beneath this poem, and silent screams
unheard for years and moments, draping the hallways;
there's silent screams beneath this poem, and mad laughter
adrift in the corrridors of the family myth, undone;
there's mad laughter beneath this poem, and choking sobs
unmoving in my throat, like a chicken bone, unloved, always;
there's choking sobs beneath this poem, and gnashing teeth
awash with the bitter taste of sweet defeat, like bile, or yesterday's onions.
there's milk beneath this poem, and time
like the blank white page before me;
there's time beneath this poem, and space
where the emptiness is reborn as room to move;
there's space beneath this poem, and thought
rumbling like the very voice of god himself, imploring that
there's thought beneath this poem, and all
is like nothing else, so much as the need to love;
there's milk beneath this poem, and all
the death on earth can't change that.
© Copyright 2010 christo (UN: christo13 at Writing.Com) . All rights reserved.
poem by Christo Andrus
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My Mistake
(p. sawyer/g. jones)
My mistake was to love you, girl
Love you, girl
My mistake was to give you all
Tell the world
First i had you
In the palm of my hand
But i let you slip through
Like rain to sand
At the beginning
When i didn't care
Like my own reflection
You were always there
My mistake was to love you, girl
Love you, girl
My mistake was to give you all
Tell the world
You were sweeter
Then my very own skin
But what did i do for you
Not a thing
In front of my friends
You broke me down
Since then darling
It's hard to track you down
My mistake was to love you, boy
Love you, boy
My mistake was to give my all
Tell the world
Many a smile
You put om ny face
But i paid dearly
With the tears i taste
My tenderness
Made you cold, not sweet
'cause if a girl loves you
You only call her weak
My mistake was to love you, boy
Love you, boy
My mistake was to give my all
Tell the world
My mistake was to love you, girl
Love you, girl
My mistake was to give you all
Tell the world
song performed by by Diana Ross
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The big man with his rusted keys
The big man with his rusted keys,
kicks his own family in the balls,
for this is my blood,
and this is my bread,
and if you cross this line, ill make
you wish you werent born, or even
thought of.
This mistranslated love is muddled
in fatigue, and garbed in hate, and
the big man with the rusted keys,
just smiles , and spits on his own
family,
for this is my blood,
and this is my bread,
and if you cross this line, ill make
you wish you werent born, or even
thought of.
The big man with the rusted keys,
finds his family gone, and the house
in perfect shape, and a note from his
so called family, that read,
have a nice life, you mean fu ck, and
dont forget to take out the trash...and
those rusted keys, you can shove them
up your...........
poem by David Gerardino
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Beneath The Heights...
Beneath the heights
Flying along the tracks of floating rain clouds
My kite flies not caring for me ever.
Behind the kite my thread trails.
My hands hold it ever.
When the clouds begin to rain my kite sways
But as the sky clears he smiles.
I am not seen by him still.
Beneath my kite my thread shudders.
My hands hold it ever.
Above the heaven`s zenith
He flies, he alone flies.
Far down in the earth`s nadir
I stand alone holding my thread.
Beneath me the tremor begins...
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Glitter
I sit here in my car
on some dark, dusty road
watching clouds roll in
past a harvest moon
looking up at the brightest star
shining colors on your face
like diamonds in water
I see you glitter
Tired of hopeless feelings
trapped inside this pyramid
of a endless dream
from the things we did
but still I reach for your embrace
I see you glitter
Words that cut like a knife
wounds torn apart at the seam
time is taking you far
to a moment out of place
I'm reaching out to where you are
searching for my soul, my life
I see you glitter
Pressure building inside of me
that make everything I taste
once what was so sweet
now like wine, seem so bitter
as I tried to make you see
still I see you glitter
Hours that seem to waste
on a dead end street
looking back at people I meet
finding myself miss you every day
with the memories I hold
still I see you glitter
Remembering that day in June
it could've been a better way
somehow to make you stay
as I look around this town
I still you glitter
(spiritwind-2000)
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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59
for you to know
I am lonely here like a deserted room
In the city
My windows refuse the orange moon
The sad calls only
Of the sea
Keep penetrating
My writing table has not grown words
Of beautiful shapes
Stunted scribblings only
By the wooden walls
And the lizards’ trails
On the hot ceiling
Keep streaking
such weird
acidity
stinking sticking
the day rains detest
this happening
i am waste liquid
splattered on cold floors
fetid urine
slowly drying throughout summer
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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For You To Know
I am lonely here like a deserted room
In the city
My windows refuse the orange moon
The sad calls only
Of the sea
Keep penetrating
My writing table has not grown words
Of beautiful shapes
Stunted scribblings only
By the wooden walls
And the lizards’ trails
On the hot ceiling
Keep streaking
such weird
acidity
stinking sticking
the day rains detest
this happening
i am waste liquid
splattered on cold floors
fetid urine
slowly drying throughout summer
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Parting
No more to feel the revelry,
between hearts yours and mine,
or smell the scented rose
on the prickly vine.
Descending clouds of parting,
like a stake in crevice, fall.
For there is no link,
beyond this sudden wall.
We stand here for a moment,
midst infinities waste.
Our kisses sweet sorrow,
the last we shall taste.
Tomorrow will never come,
we only live for today.
No more time can we borrow,
no more can we stay.
Sadness may remain
in the years that pass.
For no moment is without doubt,
that our parting is wrong,
that we should be strong,
take the rough with the smooth,
regardless gain or loose.
But something greater calls.
To answer I must go.
So lets have no tears of sorrow,
to stain our parting so.
The sun will rise in the morning,
our lives begin again.
We’ll search out new joys
and search out new friends.
poem by David Harris
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Gods Mistake
Have a friend, calls me up
Says hello, then hangs up
He must have read my mind
These are the days of a diffrent paradigm
Maybe once, even twice
He said God does not play dice
Yet if hes everywhere
Hes in casinos with aces to spare
Oh, love is gods mistake
Oh, love is gods mistake
Ours is not to reason why
As we fall from way up high
Into the water
Like a lamb to the slaughter
Even now, gods mistake
Sets us up for one more heartbreak
God you look mighty fine
Dressed as the devil in a cosmic pantomime
Oh, love is gods mistake
Oh, love is gods mistake
Never was so much at stake
Oh, love is gods mistake
song performed by by Tears For Fears
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Nature Of Things Fascinate Me
Nature of things fascinate me
I just think and move on
Stopping shall be a grave mistake
I walk along dusty dreamy ways
Pale...kissing...faint sunshine
Oaks amidst reed
Flowery beds
Sweet smelling spring
Trespassed beauty without a glance
Heartless not I am
Nor blind of sense or taste
Nor Lack I words of praise
That shall fill your heart with delight
Bliss ever
Master's creation...
Not that amuses me not...
Not that I love him ever more
Not that visage of miracle of thy creation has worn a thick veil before me
But life calls
To stay shall be, too grave a mistake...
poem by Lama Abbas
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Bitter Sweet
(d. pickerill/p. odonoughue)
Bitter sweet
Bitter sweet
I never thought Id understand
Never thought I could
The way I feel about you
And how much I need your love
How much I need your love
Bitter sweet
If I analysed each feeling
And captured every thought
Id not be any nearer
To the beating of your heart
The beating of your heart
Bridge:
Its neither pain nor pleasure
Ice cold or tropic heat
Your love is hard to measure
But its taste, mmm, its taste
Is bitter sweet
Bitter sweet
Bitter sweet
Now as I think about you
And the way you make me feel
You hurt me and I doubt you
You smile and my heart heals
Smile and my heart heals
Bridge
Bitter sweet (x5)
Bridge (x2)
Bitter sweet (x7)
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Seven
The sin in my guilt -
Build through the years in my mind -
Reflects the castle when i stare inside the mirror -
I was consumed by infliction,
I hurt to find, the love in pain -
Why am i surrounded by clouds -
Through the thunder -
Light is kind to static, inside my brain -
The strikes filled to the end, by sorrow as a positive -
Sedative is too negative -
The sun is shining, blue clear colour the sky -
Why the wonder to be born -
them to perform my part, in the theatre of death -
What is special and who becomes the saint -
When you die, how far do you have to dive -
To what depth before you touch down in heaven -
Splintered by the rusted seven
poem by Unic Cjonr
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Do You Believe In Shame?
(lebon, rhodes, taylor)
Do you believe in love?
Do you believe in shame?
And if love can conquer all then why do we only feel the pain?
I heard you speak my name, heard you singing the stones,
Maybe heard you laughing in a line of static on my telephone
So why your eyelids are closed, inside a case of rust,
And did you have to change all your poets fire into frozen dust?
Ive tried to justify it, to learn from your mistake,
But wheres the stupid lie that has to make its point -
With such a pointless waste.
Come out...
Do you believe in shame?
Do you believe in love?
And if they taste the same would you love again or abandon both?
I dont think I ever can, belive my friend has gone,
Keep saying its alright,
Im going to bring you back but I know Im wrong.
Theres nothing I can say, theres nothing left to do
Its just that lately I feel so damn lonely when I think of you
And it may seem selfish now, but Ill hold on to the memory
Until all this fear is washed away
Do you believe in love?
Do you believe in life?
cos I believe a little part of you inside of me will never die..
cos I believe a little part of you inside of me will never die..
cos I believe a little part of you inside of me will never die..
cos I believe a little part of you inside of me will never... die.
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Drinking Poetry
at first glance
you taste its first sip
it is bitter and had always been
as bitter as grief
and you drink it anyway
everyday
until then when bitterness
does not taste bitter anymore
and then you drink it anyway
everyday
and everyday you drink cup by cup
poetry
your friend do not believe you
doing this
they cannot take it anymore
you drinking this bitter
concoction
everyday
you are true to this calling
drinking poetry
until it has become your habit
your vocation
your mission to write all that you feel
all that you can
what they do not know
is this freedom this blood from poetry
bitter and salty and sometimes bland
has become so sweet as honey
and these sap caused the growth of
your feathers and wings
and then one day you fly away
far away so so far away
to that clouds and mountains to that castle of the gods
and goddesses
and there you drink with them
and there they welcome you as one of them
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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