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Reading the epitaphs, our only salvation lies in resurrecting the dead and burying the living.

quote by Paul Eldridge
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Burying He Dead Man

they are burying the dead today
a loved one
with Parkinson's disease

they all wear white and they look
all too well for the mourning
of the dead

they fly white balloons
they sing the songs for the dead
ah, the living knows
how to socialize an event
with all the metaphors

i am watching and i am sighing
asking 'what is the fuss about this empty shell? '

afraid that they will call another one a freak
i mix with the crowd and has become another unknown.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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N4

my theory lives thru
as you have said it: these are all lies
lies and more lies
and you know them all to be lies,

but as you said it,
you begin to understand the truth
beneath these lies

a layer of grass
another layer of flowers
another layer of clouds

beneath is the niche
burying the nuggets of
my own wisdom, how i live my life

and justify it later
before God, shall all lies be
truths

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Here Lie's The truth

“Here Lies the truth”,
On Her tombstone this will be wrote.
It was never spoke when She was living,
So also in death, it will be unspoke.
By Her it was never said
it was as though pulling out Her soul,
So here lies the truth and herself dead
Both has died in sadness and woe.

Here lies the truth,
Not once by her was it cried,
Not in the days that she was living,
Not even in the day that She had died.
She must of believed that it was a sin
To open Her heart and listen to the word
So She closed her heart and locked it shut,
And She never believed in no one but Her.

Here lies the truth,
It lived but a very short life,
Though the Woman died of years of age
The truth though, never had a chance to try.
Everyone She knew had learned Her lie
They never believed a word that she said
So when She finally tried to speak the truth,
Her heart stopped; and She laid dead.

Here lies the truth
It lived but a very short life,
It was loved by neither Child or Man,
For they believe its living was but a lie.
So here in the grave it will lay dead
As it had lived in this woman's soul,
Never again will it be uttered or thought of,
Never till the end of time will it be thought of or known.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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On James Grieve, Laird Of Boghead, Tarbolton. Epitaph

Here lies Boghead amang the dead
In hopes to get salvation;
But if such as he in Heav'n may be,
Then welcome, hail! damnation.

poem by Robert Burns (1784)
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Smasher - Devourer

Fear me not but fear my hell
Man made me so I could kill
Praise me in the name of war
I destroy both rich and poor
I am the way, prepare for salvation
I am the way, prepare for salvation
Strength in time of suffering
Man alone is a weakling
Ascension is what you ask
I will be the fall of man
I am the way, prepare for salvation
I am the way, prepare for salvation
Salvation...
Those of you who dare to stray
I will tear your mind away
Those of you who dare to stray
I will take your life away
Salvation...
I am the way, prepare for salvation
I am the way, prepare for salvation
Salvation...

song performed by by Fear Factory
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Diggin Up Bones

Verse 1:
Last night I dug your picture out from my old dresser drawer
I set it on the table and I talked to it til four
I read some old love letters right up til the break of bone
Yeah Ive been settlin alone diggin up bones
Verse 2:
Then I went to the jewelery and I found our wedding rings
Ive put mine on my finger and I gave yours a flame
I crossed this lonely bedroom of our recent broken home
Yeah tonight Im settlin alone diggin up bones
Chorus:
Im diggin up bones,Im diggin up bones
Exhuming things that better left alone
Im resurrecting memories of love thats dead and gone
Yeah tonight Im settlin alone diggin up bones
Verse 3:
And I went to the closet and I found some things in there
Like that pretty neglige that I bought you to wear
And I recall how good you looked each time you had it on
Yeah tonight Im settlin alone diggin up bones
Chorus.
Im resurrecting memories of love thats dead and gone
Yeah tonight Im settlin alone diggin up bones
Chorus (til end).

song performed by by Randy Travis
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Two faces of Justice....

HOW cruel could they be
those seals of the seas
burying a dead man's body
whose left eye is a hole
into the Arabian Sea

IT is not according to the law
and customs and religion

This is foul and horrendous
To the hearts of the faithful
The sorrow is and must be
Tremendous

YET how most cruel was once he
too
burying thousands of screaming bodies in a split second on a building
exploding into dusts
as planes hijacked crashed on its side

Thousands and thousands of other lives
sacrificed for an ideology
of terror
still nameless on the roll
call of
Untimely deaths

And even the those still living
They who live everyday in Fear
Those who travel in air
In a hundred anxieties bear

Still the unfairness reigns
One body swallowed finally by the sea

On the other hand
Some thousand hands and eyes or so
still unrecoverable
From the terrorism of
history of the bombs

Those nameless still hungry for justice
Those grieving to the more
Because the losses are still unbearable

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stifle not the reader

Reading is an art,
reading is a tool.
Those who think it dumb,
must be such a fool.

Reading is enjoyment,
reading is a blast.
Reading is a separate entity
from the future and the past.

Reading is done in present,
though written in a tense.
Reading is about life,
in surprise or suspense.

Reading is a place of joy,
full of hope and song,
Reading is a place I feel
that I truly do belong.

A trapdoor to a fantasy,
A world thought lost to us,
Reading is a place of wonder,
a place that we can trust.

Why read about reality,
when I can delve into magic.
Why stifle my own happiness,
with scenarios so tragic.

Stifle not the reader,
for it is their choice alone.
Reading is an outlet,
for hearts that turned to stone.

poem by Mandy Lee
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Lies That Lie

Lies that lie eyes that cry baby
Try and try to understand maybe
Skies were meant to fall on me
Just like people will be free
Living lies and takin' sides daily
Dimmer minds and duller times maybe
Life is just a fight to survive
Only dreams can make me feel more alive
Despising agonizing every word
It's so absured to me
I guess it's better to observe
Another problem but who said I'm right
I don't wanna fight it
I gotta fight it
Get in line, think of a better one baby
Written rhymes to keep a clearer mind, hey hey
You can take it out on me
Let's just see what you can do for me
Lies that lie and eyes that cry baby
Try and try to understand maybe
Who ever thought of this?
The good times are times I've missed - Lies that lie
Don't wanna swing to miss
I'm still reading down my list - Lies that lie
Despising agonizing every word
It's so absured to me
I guess it's better to observe
Another problem but who said I'm right
Don't wanna fight it
I gotta fight it
Before I go
Don't wanna fight it
I gotta fight it
Before I go
Don't wanna fight it
I gotta fight it
Before I go
Lies that lie, lies that lie, lies that lie, lies that lie
Lies that lie, lies that lie, lies that lie, lies that lie

song performed by by 1208
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Rhiad & The Behovins

Oh, Oh-Oh
Ohhhh
Oh-Oh
Ohhhh
Oh, Oh-Oh
Rhiad and the bedouins
Got a plan and walk right in
But I don't feel that ???? from them
That I-am-crazy
Oh, my salvation
Oh, my frustrations
Caught in the lies
No one I love is there
Somewhere in time
When will I, get there?
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Oh-Oh
Ohhhh
Oh, Oh-Oh
Rhiad and the bedouins
So that's the world ????
But anybody ????
Who can't blame me?
Half the time they're bedouins
Nomads and/or Aryans
You'll never take me
Oh, my salvation
Oh, my frustrations
Caught in the lies
No one I love is there
Somewhere in time
People will like me there
Oh, sweet salvation
Oh, my frustrations
Caught in the lies
If you ignore this world
Somewhere in time
When will I, get there?
Ohhhh
Ohhhh
Oh-Oh
Ohhhh
Oh, Oh-Oh
Ohhhh
Oh-Oh
Ohhhh
Oh, Oh-Oh
Oh, my salvation
Oh, my frustrations
Caught in the lies
If you ignore this world
Somewhere in time
People will like me there
Ohhhh
Oh-Oh, Oh
Oh-Oh, Oh
Oh-Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh, Oh
Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh, Oh-Oh, Oh

song performed by by Guns N' Roses
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Voices

our love is spillt
onto winter's dead earth.
amid the rubble of
decaying leaves, and
unnamed frost...

only an echo
of living remains;
and the promise
born in memory
is not enough.

the arms and legs
of our passion
cut up as firewood
and left to dry.

our cries of hunger
diminished, fade
into the sounds of the wind
freezing the panes
of windows locked in death.

epitaphs scratched in stone
and children that took wing...
now voices no longer familier
speak of nothing, or
dont speak at all.

poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Testament

The decomposing wall I see
That encompasses the long dead
Lies interspersed among the trees
Whose living, fingered roots are fed
with nourishment of sublimed faith.

I pause a moment…

Panning the surroundings I see
Row after row of unknown dead
Whose tombstones depict family trees
Whose living relatives are fed
The same promises of blind faith.

Why must I lament?

The brown withered leaves that I see
Wind-blown atop the buried dead
Should I mourn provenance: the trees?
Why then the promise that is fed:
Life after death by keeping faith.

A fool is content.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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Jutting

Jutting!
Like projectiles upward,
To reach.
These granite slabs.

Fading.
Many with diminished descriptions.
And many more standing,
With non-exisiting to read...
Once carefully etched,
Epitaphs.

Jutting upward in row upon row,
To lay surrounded by manicured grass.
Fenced within cemetery quietness,
As if to appease the dead...
In a foreverlasting sleep and unknown.

Bleached these slabs are from Sun,
And the rain that comes...
To wash away that which had been engraved,
On the headstones of those death has silenced.

And I walk along to wonder,
Who the many forgotten were.
Those whose ashes have long ago turn to dust.
Those who once lived.
Now below the ground...
Hushed!

Can their spirits see me pass?
Do they know I walk to wonder of their past?
Are they aware like I am...
That life is not to live to last?
They must.
Can their spirits see me pass,
And laugh to find my thoughts amusing?
Or have their spirits long gone,
To adapt and be freed from life's trappings?
Heartaches. Sorrows. Physical pain...
And having no cash.
I pass and 'feel' their spirits laughing.

Jutting!
Like projectiles upward,
To reach.
These granite slabs.

Fading.
Many with diminished descriptions.
And many more standing,
With non-exisiting to read...
Once carefully etched,
Epitaphs.

And here I am in the moment,
Living...
To witness this.
And to wonder.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There Is Something You Need To Know

in my lies
are hidden truths

in my fiction
lies realities

the characters
are real
speaking their lies
and deceptions

the plot
goes awry
the tone
a monotone

and i,
as the author
still thinks
about
a happy ending

there is
something
you need
to know
more

i am always
there

but keep on
reading
and understanding

after
all, i could be

yourself

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Vanitas Vanitatum

All the flowers of the spring
Meet to perfume our burying;
These have but their growing prime,
And man does flourish but his time:
Survey our progress from our birth;
We are set, we grow, we turn to earth.
Courts adieu, and all delights,
All bewitching appetites!
Sweetest breath and clearest eye,
Like perfumes, go out and die;
And consequently this is done
As shadows wait upon the sun.
Vain ambition of kings
Who seek by trophies and dead things
To leave a living name behind,
And weave but nets to catch the wind.

poem by John Webster
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Angels and Demons

angels and demons are special adversaries
of God perfect creation; they are the stairway
and ladder of man’s salvation

in every deep prayer angels and demons
becomes the agent of change of every faith,
making them the wind that blows our mutual
Communication with God

understanding the nature would mean, a
beginning to know that eternity is something
a special place or a state of life, which the
teaching of the church called it heaven

angels and demons is the pathways where,
souls has come to see the light, beyond the
darkness memory of our destiny

angels and demons birth the salvation of what
the promise of Adam and Eve in the garden
of paradise; the same nature coupled with equal
immunity with different disguise and personality
tempting the weaknesses of man

the revelation of God's altenative, created to thy
glory of God, to test human loyalty and obedient
of thy holy name in the kingdom to come

grant thy existence of angels and demons, as part
of the master plan of salvation, for thy majesty
comes in a shinning armor to judge the living and
the dead, for each one will be judge according to
thy action

let then the intersession of angels to cast out the
demons living in our midst and may the kingdom
of the Lord God lives in our souls

poem by Antonio Liao
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Again and Again and Again

people say poetry is a dead Art
well, it might just be agonising or already dead
but whenever I listen to other writers reading their poems
I just want to kill that dead again
and again,
and again…

poem by Lazhar Ichir
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There are three things that have to be done quickly: burying the dead, opening the door for a stranger, and fixing your daughter's wedding.

Persian proverbs
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Dead End Street

Theres a crack up in the ceiling,
And the kitchen sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no money,
A sunday joint of bread and honey.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No money coming in,
The rent collectors knocking, trying to get in.
We are strictly second class,
We dont understand,
(dead end!)
Why we should be on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are living on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
On a cold and frosty morning,
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.
And my feet are nearly frozen,
Boil the tea and put some toast on.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No chance to emigrate,
Im deep in debt and now its much too late.
We both want to work so hard,
We cant get the chance,
(dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
(dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Head to my feet (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Hows it feel? (yeah)
Hows it feel? (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)

song performed by by Kinks
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Lies

Well Im reading this poem
And its so profound
And I like its rhythm
And I like its sound
Its by a very famous poet
No critic can criticise
And then I pause a moment
And I start to realize
Hes tellin
Lies lies lies
On the motel tv.
I dig the evangelist
Hell tell you all about that
And then he tell you all about this
Hes preachin up a storm
By the sea of galilee
Hes mixin up the truth
With something funny I start to see
Hes tellin
Lies lies lies
I never had this problem
With nobody in the government
I guess I always figured
They never mean what they meant
And God help us all
Not to be so stone surprised
When we wake up in the stars
With the skies in our eyes
If we keep tellin
Lies lies lies
Gordon gano: vocals, guitar
Brian ritchie: bass
Victor delorenzo: drums
Recorded at carriage house, stamford, ct
gorno music reprinted with permission

song performed by by Violent Femmes
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