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Depicting Reflection
I gaze at the looking glass one final time
As I hope for some veritable truth to find
But the cracks run along my face in jagged lines
As the mirror cracks from side to side
Peering into the cold, dark faceted eyes
A broken poppet stares back from inside
And I catch a reflection of that I despise
As the mirror cracks from side to side
The scarred reflection is now forsaken
And many are the times my heart has died
But now it is my soul that is breakin'
As the mirror cracks from side to side
I gaze at the looking glass one final time
As the mirror cracks from side to side
poem by Sheri Hockman
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Sidewalk Cracks and Mother's Backs
Though I’m now quite old myself
And mom’s only
a warm memory
I still avoid stepping on cracks
I suspect there yet remains...
A little boy inside of me
Same thing…tho’ an America style haiku
Still can’t step on cracks…
In me… still a boy… can’t be
Breaking mother’s back
poem by David Whalen
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Rainmaker
When I was wandering in the desert
And was searching for the truth
I heard a choir of angels calling out my name
I had the feeling that my life would never be the same again
I turned my face towards the barren sun
And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me
And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves
And the cracks in our lives like the cracks upon the ground
They are sealed and are now washed away
You tell me we can start the rain
You tell me that we all can change
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away
You tell me we can start the rain
You tell me that we all can change
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears.....
And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me
And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves
And the cracks in the ground like the cracks are in our lives
They are sealed and now far away
You tell me we can start the rain
You tell me that we all can change
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears away
You tell me we can start the rain
You tell me that we all can change
You tell me we can find something to wash the tears.....
And I know of the pain that you feel the same as me
And I dream of the rain as it falls upon the leaves
And the cracks in the ground like the cracks are in our lives
They are sealed and now far away
song performed by by Iron Maiden
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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On Paths With Cracks
Few I knew,
Were catered to and pampered.
Or raised like prized roses...
Away from those who bloomed,
Among the killing weeds.
Few I knew,
Clutched to crutches.
Provided by sympathizers...
Who protected them from realities.
On paths with cracks,
With a stumbling done...
I've seen some do this.
And of course,
I was one!
On paths with cracks,
With no guide to lead.
Faith and courage...
Lifted those I knew from their knees.
Few I knew,
Clutched to crutches...
On paths with cracks.
Few I knew,
Were catered to and pampered.
And that's a fact.
When a standing was done,
From a fall one made...
There was little time to give to weep.
And empathy shown was little to none.
Since those I knew...
Were focused to get things done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Him I Know Not: Xiii
i come back to you
to set the cracks caused
in this clay mold
not once do you turn me down
you simply touch-heal
to seal the cracks and help me
stand steady and smile
this loving touch of yours
remakes me time and again
your caring hands are always
ready to gently hold me
whenever i stumble...
12jul2010
14.05hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Called to spread love
called to spread love
branch the palms of hands
into a lightning through the dimness clouds
into the cracks of a dried out earth
into the cracks of unwritten walls
into the veins arteries ropes
climbing the heaven of love spread calls
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Cracked Egg
You feign happiness when you look at me
But I see beyond you're pretty mask
I know under the pavement are deep cracks
Cracks that create a river flowing to the ocean
The infinite sea that promises you no devotion
You're veins will become varicose as you get older
And the cracks will grow wider as you grow colder
You can't pretend to be something else all the time
One day you'll have to break down, fall and cry
And curl into your fetal position, regretting your decision
For you've hurt so many with your pointless lies
So you're reputation would stand the test of time
But you are not as epic as you credit yourself to be
You're just a liar, you're just a feign
'We must be careful about what we pretend to be'
Is something you shall never comprehend
Never understand
Though it's in your demand
You can't seem to push the button
And open the elevator
To rise you up from your current state
One that you pretend to love
But it's blatant that it's all hate
poem by Michelle Asswit
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Washing Machine
Words and music by michelle branch & jenifer hagio
Your eyes they look so bright,
A funky flair in my appetite,
But theres no room for you,
My feet are on the ground,
And my head is in the clouds,
But you still cant break through,
Whatcha gonna do.
Im not just gonna stand around,
Waiting for my lips to be read,
Falling through the cracks in the ground,
My feelings need to be said.
Flowing like water in a crimson melody,
The orange plastic sun is shining,
And the truth so hard to see,
The rain of your existence if falling down on me,
And the soap suds spread like a disease from my washing machine.
Im not just gonna stand around,
Waiting for my lips to be read,
Falling through the cracks in the ground,
My feelings need to be said.
Im not just gonna stand around,
Waiting for you,
Falling through the cracks in the ground,
And Im hoping that youll make your next move,
That youll make your next move...
Im not just gonna stand around,
Waiting for my lips to be read,
Falling through the cracks in the ground,
My feelings need to be said.
song performed by by Michelle Branch
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For Him I Know Not...
When eye within the eye
Catches a glimpse of you
In a glorious design
It's like a gentle breeze
From some unknown realm
Blowing through the cracks
To allay those silent wounds
That caused those cracks
The breeze uplifts and frees me
From the gorging void
And helps me take
A confident leap to reach
The nearest star
That lends me its glow
Though for a while
To shine for a wink
09 Sep2011
10.27hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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The Place Where My Heart Lives
it is on top of a cliff
it is an eagle's nest
there is a red egg
in the middle of those
blue eggs
there is no eagle
anymore that flies there
anymore
the blue eggs spoil
there is nothing there
the blue egg
cracks
my heart still sings
the blues
the clouds listen for a while
then they cry
the way the rain falls on the plains
then they drift away
the blue egg cracks
and shall be silent for a while
until the black eagle comes
and takes it back
to the place where it must be
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Their Roads Have Gotten Bumpy
Remember when you thought it was a thing,
To do to people.
With a rushing to crush me.
And not getting enough!
Remember when you thought it was a thing,
To be so evil.
With a rushing to crush me.
And not getting enough!
But today,
People are more than afraid...
Of a suffering through paybacks.
Remember when you thought it was a thing,
To do to people.
With a rushing to crush me.
And not getting enough!
Remember when you thought it was a thing,
To be so evil.
With a rushing to crush me.
And not getting enough!
But today,
People are more than afraid...
Of a suffering through paybacks.
But from not from those that they've attacked.
Their roads have gotten bumpy,
And they've fallen through cracks.
Their roads have gotten bumpy,
And they've fallen through cracks.
Remember when you thought it was a thing,
To do to people.
With a rushing to crush me.
And not getting enough!
But today,
People are more than afraid...
Of a suffering through paybacks.
But from not from those that they've attacked.
Their roads have gotten bumpy,
And they've fallen through cracks.
Yes their roads have gotten bumpy,
And they've fallen through cracks.
Yes their roads have gotten bumpy,
And they've fallen through cracks.
All their roads have gotten bumpy...
And they've fallen through cracks.
All their roads have gotten bumpy...
And they're trying to crawl back.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Different City
I want to live in the city with no friends or family
Im gonna look out the window of my color tv
I will remember to remember to forget you
Forgot me, Im gonna look out the window of my color tv
Through the cracks in the wall
Slow motion for all
Dripped out of the bar
So (sports? ) is nothing at all
Im watching tv
I guess thats a solution
They gave me a receipt that said I didnt buy nothing
So rust is a fire
And our blood oxidizes
My eyes roll around all around on the carpet
Oh hit the deck
Its the decal man
Standing upside down and talking out of his pants
Through the cracks in the wall
Slow motion for all
Left holding the ball and a part for your car
song performed by by Modest Mouse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Beneath the plaster
Beneath the plaster
that covers
the cracks in the walls
there is a sickness.
Another side to laughter,
fancy dresses,
and dinner suits.
Superficially
there is order,
grandeur,
but beneath,
deceit and lies.
The priest who
likes small boys,
The business man
who makes his wealth
from whore houses.
The banker
who does dirty deals,
makes money from
the weaker willed.
The leaches,
fancy ladies
plundering a living
from rich husbands
and sugar daddies.
Beneath the plaster
that covers
the cracks in the walls
there is a sickness.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Cracks
A long log time ago
When I was bright and new
I thought all the world was good
And evil far and few
But now as I have grown with age
I know the horrid facts
The world is not a perfect place
It's filled with lots of cracks
Some cracks filled with terror
Others filled with death
Many crawling with dark beasts
That steal away your breath
Caverns full of darkness
Streams of flowing blood
Chambers where the inoccent lie
Naked in the mud
Demons run amuck here
In the place we call the world
Where log ago the angels flew
And inoccent children twirled
That joyous place has burnned to ash
In a thousand roaring fires
And in the ruins of the flames
Run murderers, thieves, and liars
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Testify
Come a little closer it's a feeling that I can't deny
I was weak, but I never thought I'd speak about the darker side
Is that a ten? I could repent on the side of the road
But, I kept on going yeah I headed for another load
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
I was laid upon the grave by a preacher's hand I cannot lie
And, I forsake many vows I made to be with you tonight
Could you be the salvation cause I never felt like this before
And, could you lend me your hand because I'm falling back on the floor
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
On a road outside of nowhere, in the middle of the night
Well I guess I hit rock bottom and the dawn was not in sight
And a Tempest made of fire, onset the sky aglow
And a sweet young thing called out my name
And this is how it goes, she says...
Choir:
"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
Meatloaf: And I got down on my knees
Choir :"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
"Go boy, can you hear them?
Are you falling through the cracks in your eyes?"
Meatloaf (over the top of the choirs last two repititions):
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
Meatloaf & Choir:
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
Meatloaf:
Every cut that heals reveals a scar that you can never hope to hide
All the pain that you restrain keeps building up deep inside
If you think you're above it then it's you my friend that I implore
You've got to talk before you run
See the night before the dawn
Before you pull yourself off the floor
I get up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
Choir Singer: Up from the ground yeah, I testify
Meatloaf & Choir:
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground and I'm falling back down
Up from the ground and I testify
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
Up from the ground in the middle of the morning
Up from the ground in the middle of the evening
Up from the ground in the middle of the night
Oh, I testify
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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L. A.
In a matter of time,
Therell be a friend of mine
Gonna come to the coast,
Youre gonna see him
Up close for a minute or two
While the ground cracks under you.
By the look in your eyes
Youd think that it was a surprise
But you seem to forget
Something somebody said
About the bubbles in the sea
And an ocean full of trees.
And you now, l.a.
Uptight, city in the smog, city in the smog.
Dont you wish that you could be here too?
Dont you wish that you could be here too?
Dont you wish that you could be here too?
Well, its hard to believe
So you get up to leave
And you laugh at the door
That you heard it all before
Oh its so good to know
That its all just a show for you.
But when the suppers are planned
And the freeways are crammed
And the mountains erupt
And the valley is sucked
Into cracks in the earth
Will I finally be heard by you.
L.a.
Uptight, city in the smog, city in the smog.
Dont you wish that you could be here too?
Dont you wish that you could be here too?
Dont you wish that you could be here too?
song performed by by Neil Young
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Gloss Paint
Beneath the gloss paint
that covers
the cracks in the walls
there is a sickness.
Another side to laughter,
fancy dresses,
and dinner suits
and gaiety.
Superficially there is order,
manners, grandeur
but underneath,
deceit and lies.
The priest who likes small boys,
the business man
who made his wealth
from whore houses.
The banker
who did dirty deals,
made money from
the weaker willed.
The leaches; fancy ladies
plundering their living
from rich husbands
and sugar daddies.
Beneath the gloss paint
that covers
the cracks in the walls
there is a sickness.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Kitchen Song
Sitting in the kitchen,
Just staring at the cracks in the wall
Ive been sitting here since yesterday
Just waiting on you to call
The cracks remind me of you and i
Theyre all up, down and split apart
And all the cracks in the wall lead to one great big hole
That used to be my heart
Now that I think of it
Nothing ever worked out right
All we ever seemed to do is just cuss, scream, bitch and fight
All we did was fight
The tears I cried
Fell on a cold and lonely floor
No one to wipe them away
The tears I cried
Will be my own and theyll follow me
And thats the way its gonna stay
Now that I think of it
Nothing ever worked out right
All we ever seemed to do is just cuss, scream, bitch and fight
All we did was fight
Oh pretty baby, cant you understand
Im not made up of enough to be your man
Oh pretty baby, dont know what to say
I just want you to ... go away
Well Id love to sit and reflect on this
But I havent got the time
Just tell me why you chose to be so cruel, mean, brutal so unkind
Now that I think of it
Nothing ever worked out right
All we ever seemed to do was cuss, scream, bitch and fight
All we did is fight
The tears I cried fell on a cold and lonely floor
No one to wipe them away
The tears I cried
Will be my own and theyll follow me
And thats the way its gonna stay
song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Mad Maria
Mad Maria in the Square
Sits upon a wicker chair.
When the keeper asks the price
Mad Maria counts her lice.
No pesito can she pay,
So he shrugs and goes away;
Hopes she'll pay him with her prayers,
Shabby keeper of the chairs.
Mad Maria counts her lice,
Cracks them once and cracks them twice,
Combs them from her sunny hair;
People stop to turn and stare.
Innocent in thought and deed
Mad Maria pays no heed,
And the Cross upon her breast
Proves her blessed of the blest.
So she sings her little song,
Happy as the day is long,
hunting in her camisole
Shy partakers of her dole;
thinking: Heaven please forgive -
Even lice have leave to live;
(But sweet Reader, do not blame,
For she kills them just the same.)
Mad Maria goes unchid,
Mildest maid in all Madrid;
While around in serried ranks
Rear the bold facades of Banks;
But when wrath of Heaven smites
Hosts of Mammon's parasites,
Mad Maria will not fall,
Being oh so very small.
Pariahs to God belong,
to be weak is to be strong;
Fools are richer than the wise,
And who see with shining eyes
Angels in the sordid street
Deem their happiness complete. . . .
Mad Maria counts her beads,
Cracks her lice and - Heaven heeds.
poem by Robert William Service
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