Pulsing Pulsing
Pulsing pulsing,
Theres a beat in his arm still.
Pulsing pulsing,
Like the throb of an anthill.
Pulsing pulsing,
No death in the rain.
Ive been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.
Im pulsing.
Youre pulsing.
Whos pulsing? .
Whats pulsing? .
Pulsing pulsing,
Theres a lump in his throat still.
Pulsing pulsing,
At the site of a crash throw.
Pulsing pulsing,
No push in the vein.
Ive been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.
song performed by by Xtc
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Pulsing Pulsing
Pulsing pulsing,
Theres a beat in his arm still.
Pulsing pulsing,
Like the throb of an anthill.
Pulsing pulsing,
No death in the rain.
Ive been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.
Im pulsing.
Youre pulsing.
Whos pulsing? .
Whats pulsing? .
Pulsing pulsing,
Theres a lump in his throat still.
Pulsing pulsing,
At the site of a crash throw.
Pulsing pulsing,
No push in the vein.
Ive been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.
song performed by by Xtc
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Vera
Who has never had any thoughts
When she wraps herself into the bed of sleep
She had eyes reduced to the two worlds
One pulsing inside
The other pulsing outside
With the view at an emptied bowl of herself
Blinded
Trodden in a shadow blind
Within a bowl she dreams of a breakfast
Eaten up bitten up to the big nothing
That big nothing out of which
Vera who has never had any thoughts
When she wraps herself in the bed of sleep
She could build
Up to the point of wake
When life bursts out, my brother.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Or Just The Wind!
the hand of eros
wipes the sweat
from my forehead...
or perhaps it's only the wind
that i have come to know...
the mountains i climbed
now look like foothills....
the tips of my wings charred
and dredged through oil.
the dreams i held,
dreams of flesh and spirit,
now blow like dust
into the darkness of night.
and the taste of blood
now need be nothing more....
the river i felt inside me
poured into your deepest valley,
and lit the blackness
with tiny liquid fireflies.
inside of you, inside of hunger,
pulsing, pulsing... till
the light went out....
by a small fire too wet to burn,
i peed in the sand....
and stood waiting for the waves
to come and wash it away!
the hand of eros... or just the wind!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Firewalking
Help me fall from grace
need you to be Incomplete
I am the impostor at your feet
is it your first time
or have you been tempted before
downward into the pulsing life
laying below
try firewalking inside of Me
when everything (else) falls apart
won┬┤t you fall from grace
I am at a wingbeat
from my retreat
is it your first time or have you been tempted before
downward into the pulsing secret
laying below
try firewalking inside of Me
when everything (else) falls apart
song performed by by Moonspell from Darkness And Hope
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starry pond
the pulsing throat
of a frog
haiku by Chenou Liu
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Temptation
Have you ever felt the need
To see more than you can see
Look into uncertainty
Reflections of treachery
Would you leave the world behind
Endless life is here to find
Can I interest you in lies
Sell your soul for all it buys
Play with your insanity
Shatter your reality
Pulsing in your blood
I can satisfy your greed
For now all your debts are free
I have all eternity
To quench all the death I breed
Recreate the rules of play
From now things are done my way
None have ever won my game
Crucified them all in flames
Play with your insanity
Shatter your reality
Pulsing in your blood
Have you ever danced with the devil
His temptation ever summoned you
Ever penned your name in blood
Let possession slowly swallow you
When you stand under full moonlight
The attraction mesmerizes you
Have you ever wondered why
It seems that evil you're attracted to
Reach out to my hand
Step back in time's sand
Genetic wasteland
Far beyond death
song performed by by Slayer from Seasons In The Abyss
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It seems to me that for Darwin the pulsing of evolutionary rates was a strictly vertical phenomenon.
quote by Ernst Mayr
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Pathway Of Pure Stone!
the only man
who leaves footprints
on a pathway of
pure stone,
is a man of peace.
his feet bleeding,
with the pulsing blood
of all those oppressed!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Life
You breathe, and my lungs
rise and fall like winter trees
swaying, sure of spring,
like water-drops, cells
twisting, galaxies pulsing
with abundant life.
poem by Steven Federle
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Still Drunk With Sleep
i woke up
with your hand
...on my longing...
from some distant sphere.
pulsing, throbbing, hoping,
till
...my
....heart
......broke,
and fell
....like
......morning
........dew,
on your eyelids,
..still drunk with sleep!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Collision
Space, made of the pulsing endless vastness of the human imagination
Stars glow, comets fly, rocks drift all of this is silent as it happens in each galaxy
Quite soundless work taking it’s time
Everything must be perfect, efficient
When something foreign or new touches this space all of the workers
Must now create harmony and must accommodate the friend or intruder
If this foreign friend feels right like it must belong space will keep it
If it is an intruder planning to destroy comets fly to battle and attack
The white comets must protect its red rocks and absent sun
Then one faithful day space began to pulse faster as a foreign
Friend came into contact
The friend felt warm, soft, new, and inviting
It was another galaxy
It began pulsing as they became closer and closer
We fly away from these pink and red galaxies into the bodies of two people
Then further and further until we see them begin their new journey
A touch
A kiss
In the night
As the stars glow, comets fly, and rocks drift soundlessly and forever
Written: January 21,2010
poem by Ryan Collins
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Peace Beyond Time
wolves run
in packs drinking moonlight,
flesh and blood,
hunger and desire!
i am the wolf,
i am the moonlight,
flesh and blood,
hunger and desire.
the hawk glides,
on the wind with eyes,
peeling layer upon layer
for pulsing treasure...
i am the hawk,
i am the wind,
peeling layer upon layer,
for pulsing treasure.
the river winds
through rocks and trees,
making it's own path,
on the way home.
i am the river,
rocks and trees,
making my own path
on the way home....
darkness falls,
wraps around the light,
brings healing stillness,
and peace beyond time.
i am the darkness,
wrapping around light,
i bring healing stillness,
and peace beyond time!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Desperate Man
with hard desperate hands,
and cold desperate eyes,
he stands on the precipice
looking for a way...
and all his ideals, morals,
and convictions fade
into one pulsing need...
to survive.
hand on the gun,
eyes fixed....
back against the wall!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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So Fair is She
So fair is she!
So fair her face
So fair her pulsing figure
Not so fair
The maniacal stare
Of a husband who's much bigger.
poem by Spike Milligan
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Pen And Brush!
you are the poetry
that i cannot write,
the raw and simple beauty
my words cannot define....
the fire too hot, too close,
singeing the corners
of my heart.
the pulsing of life itself,
that began before,
and will last beyond....
you are the touch of life,
that i follow madly,
pen and brush in hand!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Under African Skies
Josephs face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the southern hemisphere
And he walked his days
Under african skies
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain
In early memory
Mission music
Was ringing round my nursery door
I said take this child, lord
From tucson arizona
Give her the wings to fly through harmony
And she wont bother you no more
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain
Josephs face was black as night
And the pale yellow moon shone in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the southern hemisphere
And he walked the length of his days
Under african skies
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Transfiguration
From this holy height,
I gaze into my Father’s eyes.
His fire scorches,
my pulsing flesh,
and casts my sinful soul
to the sacred pyre
as joy of rapture
captures my life.
Filled with God’s fire
I finally see
I never was
what I appeared to be.
poem by Steven Federle
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Blood Quantum
Youre standing in the blood quantum line
With a pitcher in your hand
Poured from your heart into your veins
You said I am
I am
I am
Now measure me
Measure me
Tell me where I stand
Allocate my very soul
Like you have my land
Genocide
Genocide
Colonize you
Christianize you
Patronize you
Advertise you
We loved you genocide
Regulate you
Assimilate you
Appropriate you
We love to hate you
Genocide
(you are a man without a face)
(youre just a number on a page)
Genocide
(there you are a woman without a face)
(well just erase you)
There you are a man without a face
Youre just a number
(youre just a number on a page)
There you are a woman without a face
Well just erase you
Conscripted children
Torn from truth
To the boarding school station
Force fed the foreign tongue of fire
And a prison education
Broken knowledge
Pencil scarred
Spit faced
The scattered sage
Wisdom deep within the rock
(the wisdom deep within the rock)
Outlives
(outlives the pretty lies upon the page)
Genocide
(how white the snowy graves)
How red the blood terrain
Genocide
(still pulsing with your dreams)
Above that stubborn stain
There you are a man without a face
(how white the snowy graves)
(how red the blood terrain)
Red the blood terrain
(still pulsing with your dreams)
There you are a woman without a face
(above that stubborn stain)
Above that stubborn stain
Genocide
Genocide
Genocide
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Tao (Social Activism)
the Tao of social activism,
found in the newborn baby's cry.
in the hands that plow the earth,
that build, shape, and mold.
in the colors of the prism,
dividing light stream by stream.
in the raw and beating heart,
and the red blood pulsing.
in the day that follows darkness
without thought or plan.
in the breath inhaled and exhaled,
in the hand that fits in mine!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Pessimist's Sky
Purple sky
Bruised by what was never nearby
Stained
White blotches, covering
Most of the veins
Yellow veins, they were
Pulsing
as well as attracting
nobody
regardless, of the effort
Well, in the least
That’s what she took from it
I saw, a
Purple sky
Nearly pink
Yes, it was raining
The water
felt like the first fresh breath of spring
If you searched
Strenuous enough
Was a rainbow
Painting the soft patters
of the rain’s heart beat