My guitars are my umbilical cord. They're directly wired into my head.
quote by Kirk Hammett
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Sad To Be Without You
Sad to be without you
Sad to laugh withot you
Sad to live without you
Because I feel that
The umbilical cord
Broke after you died
And I was left behind
Feeling sad that
I was not connected
To that umbilical cord
poem by Aldo Kraas
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A.f.u.
90 days on the road is what i need
When my axe cuts me deep, i let it bleed
On the stage, off my strings, down my face
And all over me
Pumpin' up for the show
Feelin' like something's gonna blow
S'got me all fired up
Yes, i'm all fired up
Through the ice into the fire
Blowin' steam
North and south, east n'west, right n'left
I'm always extreme
Don't like the middle squeezing me
I don't like nothin' in between
Yes, i'm all fired up
Got me all fired up
When the rest have packed it up
I'm alive, i'm electric, inspired
I, i'm naturally wired
Wired, naturally wired
Wired, wired
I'm naturally wired
Naturally wired
Wired, naturally wired
Wired, naturally wired
song performed by by Van Halen
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Umbilical
Chiming bells, uproaring thunder-like voices, merry making, upon the promulgation of a child
Cries emanates, just as the umbilical cord becomes set for cut
The daunts & wearies of the child opens in sheer despairity
Seeming 'a punishment' at birth
Oops! Just flustery scenes advertently nothing can be done
An anti-thesis like an armoury clad then render at the time due making the sky deeply frightened but yet not taken aback
An enticement, never can it be ignored, not even on the 'kerstmis' in a year of plenty
Umbilical cord it hovers, armistic it acts as the child gasp for breath
A separation & passage which broils unto humanity, the adventures ahead and the apportioned destinies.
But knowingly, even after the darkest of unending nights, lies a certainty of a brighter sky amid unwavering faith & unabated hopes tomorrow
#Certainly umbilical
poem by Prince Kenny Osei
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Using adult stem cells drawn from bone marrow and umbilical cord blood system cells, scientists have discovered new treatments for scores of diseases and conditions such as Parkinson's disease, juvenile diabetes, and spinal cord injuries.
quote by Nathan Deal
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The umbilical cord of Mother Earth connects us all.
aphorism by Hasier Agirre, translated by Dan Costinaş
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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In the theater, characters have to cut the umbilical cord from the writer and talk in their own voices.
quote by Irwin Shaw
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Umbilical Cord Reminds
No umbilical cord connection
Between my siblings and me
Or between my father and me.
I can't stand against my mother.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Admiring Those Who Know How To Cut And Leave
i admire those
who know how
to cut and leave
what courage
have they when
they decide to
become birds
and fly away
to shores unknown?
to cut the umbilical
cord and be the
persons that they
want to be away
from their mothers?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Orestes
I’d kill you if there wasn’t
An umbilical cord wedged between us.
Gods dictate what will happen
If I don’t murder you.
The Gods dictate what will happen
If I do.
Everything happens in circles,
A cycle that’ll never stop.
Humans can’t stop the cycle,
But they keep it spinning instead.
It makes no sense,
But, nothing ever does.
I’d kill you if there wasn’t
An umbilical cord wedged between us.
Gods dictate what will happen
If I don’t murder you.
The Gods dictate what will happen
If I do.
© Charlie F. Kane
21/3/06
poem by Charlie F. Kane
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Even the two times that I left, I never really felt like I left the band. It's very bizarre. It's like there's sort of an umbilical cord that stretches between us spiritually.
quote by Rick Wakeman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The umbilical cord
I had a pain, unspeakable
when you have left me.
I have it as a pleasurable pain
As the umbilical cord was not cut.
Now if you want to turn away from me,
My pain itself will run away.
Your pride of being loved, too.
15.09.99, palakkad.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ropes, , , ,
an umbilical cord
is a rope
mother cuts it
for good
despite this
an imaginary cord still exists
between two minds
a bridge
where no one wants to
walk
imagination is cut
there is now an empty space
sort of conceived
independence
for me to grow
and be full
between us the bridge
must be broken
no ropes this time
no binding bond
between two continents
will always be an ocean
giant ships travel
a hundred whales
swim
i like is this way
between us
the Pacific ocean
no islands
just waves so huge
that sometimes
we are brave enough
in hopelessness
no ropes this time
no hands and arms
between us
this blinding darkness
this utter silence
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Love The Sound Of Crashing Guitars
Mao mao mao...
I love the sound of smashing guitars /
I love the sound of crashing guitars /
Red guitars against the wall / big guitars can turn so small /
I love the sound of crashing guitars / show it!
The 6-string kick inside / the 6-string kick inside /
The 6-string kick inside.
I love the sound of breaking guitars /
I love the sound of crashing guitars /
Hey you long haired vintage jesus /
Break the guitar into 1000 pieces /
I love the sound of crashing guitars / dont you?
The 6-string kick inside / the 6-string kick inside.
Dont you love the sound of crashing guitars? /
Dont you love the sound of crashing electric guitars? /
Dont you love that sound, drivin in your car /
Dont you love the sound of crashing electric guitars? /
Dont you? / dont you?
I love the touch of watching the stars /
I love the sound of trashing guitars /
Custom made, townshends ace /
Smash the axe and break the case /
I love the sound of crashing guitars / crashing and crashing!
The 6-string kick inside / the 6-string kick inside.
I love the sound of crashing guitars / mao mao mao...
song performed by by Roxette
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Donkor
Making waves,
Making history,
Making love;
Like a new born baby with the placenta and the umbilical cord.
Donkor, i am the midwife living next door;
And like the 'Club of Babylon',
I am here to educate you and the general public.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Some Claim We Were Born Alone
some claim we were born alone
but was there not a heartbeat heard
as we grew within a mother’s womb
a placenta provided oxygen food
nourishment fed through umbilical cord
shadow post birth after us expelled
a hand took us cleaned us cut cord
totally dependent helpless we received
a heart fed us loved us meet our need
we were cared for we grew lived
to prosper all life is time given nourished
all life that endured love received
there was a time when we were not alone
each moment of growth was a heartbeat heard
those who give foster love in a world womb
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Away With The Faeries And Wired To The Moon
You can smile at a breeze and I’ve seen it too
Dancing with life, there’s nothing ever blue
Life out of love and love amongst the trees
Nobody knows what a blind man sees
You’re away with the faeries; I’m wired to the moon
Some might say you’re crazy, some say that I’m half mad
Even if that’s true, we know it aint so bad
Some may say I’m lazy, if they wanna make that call
But we shared a whole eternity, from spring until the fall
You’re away with the faeries; I’m wired to the moon
Away with the faeries and wired to the moon
They say that you’re half crazy, but they’ll all be crazy soon
They wonder what it’s all about
You’re happy in and happy out
You’re away with the faeries; I’m wired to the moon
We had parties just for two, and we sank each others’ boats
Twenty psychotherapists could make a million notes
If they could see your artwork and my mushrooms made by hand
But that’s what made us happy in our happy little land
You’re away with the faeries and I’m still wired to the moon
You’re away with the faeries and I’m still wired to the moon
poem by Kris Whelan
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To Mother Earth From His Earthling
i am away
from you
earth
i am
absorbed
by the
company
of the
clouds
i am light
and drifting
but i am
not lost
i am exploring
you earth
from
a higher
perspective
i cut
my umbilical
cord
like the
string
of the kite
after this
i shall
land to your
bosom
again
but i will not
be you
i will
be as unique
as not
anyone else
to be
separate
is
life
i have
power now
in this
independence
look at me
not with anger
but with
understanding
i come from
you
but i am
not yours
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Array And Plethora
An array and plethora,
Of love...
Is too diverse for me.
I like it,
Directly!
An array and plethora,
Of love...
Is too diverse for me.
I need it,
More directly!
I want to know that which is given,
Has no loopholes I could miss.
I want to know my feelings felt,
Aren't pushed aside to dust on shelves.
An array and plethora,
Of love...
Is too diverse for me.
I like it,
Directly!
When I'm wrapped in a hug,
And my lips are kissed...
I like it,
Directly!
When I see eyes on me melt with mist.
I like this...
Directly!
I like to know that which is given,
Has no loopholes I could miss.
Oh,
I like it more directly.
I like to know that which is given,
Has no loopholes I could miss.
And...
I like it more directly.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Anchor
As a baby
I was fastened to mother’s belly
As I float in her amniotic fluids
Through an uncut umbilical cord,
I kept that
In my navel forever, perhaps,
As times pass by, as I begin living a life
Of my own, in work, in love,
In circles of my daily undertakings & means,
I anchor myself to some ideals
Like
Being clean, and honest, and
Having integrity, principles,
Sort of another set of umbilical cord,
Though in different conceptions,
A figurative sense of the word
Or something emblematic,
I keep
That in my mind, now, perhaps, who knows,
Forever,
The feeling of having to float is
Always there, wherever I am, be it in
A drinking spree with friends, making love with my wife,
Or asking a night with a woman that I just met
At the sleazy bar,
Or in the
Simple study of
Some ordinary events here and there,
A feeling of lightness for being so
Different from the rest of those who are
Here with me once,
These idiosyncrasies of self, always getting to know why me,
This quirk,
This oddball,
Why am I being different yet so ordinarily elbowing with all,
Why this sort of floating
Drifting,
Like a canoe on smooth silvery river,
Dusts floating in air,
A white crane gliding,
A waft of culinary flavors from a
A food plate,
A shadow of a plane hovering,
This drift,
This sail on some seas without land
Or anchor,
Like when I write poetry grasping ideas, floating, drifting ideas
Catching them with the nets of my recollections
Bobbing and dangling
Trying to find a buoy,
An anchor, of weight, to hold things together, to make links
Chains to hold on to.
Of what I am who I am
Who I was
And where I am going,
I hold on to faith
Hold on to faith, they will always tell me, the priest the nun
& the Voice of God
And just in case I still float, drift, and waft
To tense & terse feelings and lots of pretenses
I go outside,
Touch a tree, feel its rugged barks, smell its
Leaves, stick my hands to its sticky stains, and
I
Get stuck, I want it, I want being stuck.
I hold on, to the sturdy tree standing near me,
I hold on
Like a baby floating on amniotic fluids fastened to an umbilical cord
Or
Like a hot air balloon, anchored on some sandbags and ropes on the ground.
I am somehow fastened, anchored, I become real.
Now, touch me, talk to me, hold me tightly please.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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