I believe that we are soft creatures in a world with some very hard edges. It's remarkable that we survive at all, much less do high deeds or write great music. I think … tension … is a condition of our existence, and I do my best to depict it.
quote by Brian McNaughton
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Condition Critical
Oh the tension's mounting
The pressure starts to show
All the men in haunting
Please don't let me go
(Don't go)
Try to free my body
(Don't go)
Try to strap me down
(Don't go)
These'll never break me
(Don't go)
Free wheel to look at me
Condition critical
I'm feeling physical
Condition critical
Now I'm really cynical
The bells they are ringing
Or is it in my head
My nerves numb understanding
I'm falling out of bed
(Don't go)
So call it paranoia
(Don't go)
I don't see it that way
(Let's go)
You say I adore ya
(Hell no)
We're gonna rock they way
Condition critical
I'm feeling physical
Condition critical
Now I'm really cynical
Ooh ooh
Whips and chains
Don't feel no pain
What's so wrong
I think I'm going out of my head
Over heels
I can't feel
No pain, only pleasure
Get me out
Take me home
Can't you see my condition
Woo-woo-woo
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I'm feeling physical
Condition critical
Now I'm really cynical
Condition critical
I'm feeling physical
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Now I'm really cynical (Cynical)
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song performed by by Quiet Riot
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Depict This Different
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Depict this different.
Pick off the lint.
Wrap this around your mind,
Feel the warmth in it meant.
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Thaw the cold you hold in your heart.
Depict this different.
And don't let a freezing,
In you start.
Depict it!
Rub and cuddle up.
Depict it.
With purpose and a reason.
Appreciate each season,
With a new breath to breathe.
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
Rub and cuddle up.
Depict it.
Pleased as a breeze.
Depict it.
Give your troubles up.
Depict it.
And be free.
Depict it.
Don't give them any hints,
Your mind's at ease.
Depict this different,
From the others sent.
This one has meaning.
With some evidence in it.
Depict this different.
Pick off the lint.
Wrap this around your mind,
Feel the warmth in it meant.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
Depict this different.
You can depict this different.
You can depict this different.
You can depict this different.
You can depict this different.
Depict this different.
Feel free.
To depict this different.
Feel free.
Depict this different.
Feel free.
To depict this different.
Feel free.
Depict this different!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Easy
it would have been easy to write
about sunflowers
gazing to the light of the sun
and feel the wind
and hear the songs of the leaves
in an orchestra of nature
something so happily designed
something even so palatable to the tongue
nice to hear
soft to the feel of the skin
as soft as silk
or kapok
but times are hard
the truth is
you are alone in the hospital and
worrying about how to survive an ordeal
with relatives visiting only
for 15 minutes
and they go on with their own lives too
so i cannot write about the sunflowers
someone writes it
for us
i write something truthful to you
this existence of the mice and how it is trapped
in the gutter
under a heavy rain
with thunder and lightning
when everyone is soundly sleeping on their warm beds
when all the lights are turned off
when silence speaks again
without any bar
as to what to say
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Survival Shake
This is no story its the key of existence
A little thing you better not forget
I dont know nothing bout its a water-resistance
Why dont you use your head
And survive, survive, survive
You got to survive
Survive, survive, survive
You got to survive
So tell me darling what you wanna be
A welcome idiot in an appletree
I shake you up and I shake you down
Down to the ground
To survive, survive, survive
You got to survive
Survive, survive
All you got to do is to survive
You just got one life
All you got to do is to survive
You just got one life
So better be careful boy
Survive, survive, survive...
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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At Tension
Music and lyrics: oates
Id like to join the army
Dont want to join the war
Id take my place in line hell (hell)
Never go awol
We keep on marching forward
Never will retreat
Dont let the enemy inside you
Thats the beginning of defeat
All good soliders stand (to arms)
All good soliers try (so hard)
To follow orders never asking why
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Im standing at (tension)
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Im standing at (tension)
So ill at ease with you
Afraid to make a move
Yeah
Now a shakey finger on the trigger
Ready aim to please
Now how can such a little bullet
Drop big solier to his knees
But theres no warning only waiting
When a strangelove drops the bomb
All this fighting it can hurt you
But its the little wounds that do the harm
All good soliders stand (to arms)
One good solider tries (so hard)
He follows orders never questioning why
Never questioning why
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Im standing at (tension)
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Standing at (tension)
So ill at ease with you
Afraid to make a move yeah
All good soldiers stand (to arms)
All good soliders try (so hard)
To follow orders never asking why
They never asking why
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Im standing at (tension)
Im standing at tension
(at tension)
Standing at (tension)
So ill at ease with you
Afraid to make a move
song performed by by Hall & Oates
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Lost In The Music
the music you write
makes my mind soar
the music you write
makes me want to dance
the music you write
is like a lullaby
the music you write
makes my heart jump
the music you write
makes me want to hear it again
the music you write
is like a shooting star
the music you write
makes me fall in love with you
the music you write
is like a shower in a drought
the music you write
is like a dream that i don't want to wake up from
i get lost in the music you write
poem by Brittney Crozier
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2008: My Writing
Somtimes I need to write
At 3 AM
When the house is
Dark and quiet
Nothing
But the LEDs
Watching
Me work
Often I need music
Sometimes my mixes
Then a single artist's CD
Or random automated all-night FM radio
There are times
My writing needs a boost
From Starbucks or Peets
Soft music and socialization
I am inspired too
By the shouts of children
Fighting over who got
The best toy with their Happy Meal
I live in this world
I draw from this world
What I write I write
About this world and others
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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I believe that one of the great problems for us as individuals is the depression and the tension resulting from existence in a world which is increasingly less pleasing to the eye.
quote by Lady Bird Johnson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Zig Zag Month!
Tension, tension without any relaxation
Days go on in the world in month of May!
Zig zag, all things happen one after the other
Marriage and illness, marriage and death!
Sweet and hot, life goes on very sharp now!
But in May will this go on so long or how long?
But our good work was completed midst of chaos;
What a tension and what a relief at the end...!
Now I have a breathing space to write this;
Tomorrow what is next only God knows..!
But natural process comes to a good end....
Somehow with Almighty's grace at last.....!
Sonnet, sweet and bitter, I write as happening
Whether it is May or cold months next..........!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Just Dropped In
To see what condition my condition was in)
(mickey newbury)
(yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)
I woke up this mornin with the sundown shinin in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag within
I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
(yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)
I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in
I watched myself crawlin out as I was a-crawlin in
I got up so tight I couldnt unwind
I saw so much I broke my mind
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
(yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in)
Someone painted april fool in big black letters on a dead end sign
I had my foot on the gas as I left the road and blew out my mind
Eight miles outta memphis and I got no spare
Eight miles straight up downtown somewhere
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
I said I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in
Yeah yeah oh-yeah
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Remarkable World
A remarkable world of new friends
A remarkable world of sorrow
A remarkable world of yesterday
A remarkable world of tomorrow
What a nuisance
And yet what a place
These days are dreadful
Because they provide a race
A race of time, a race of one desire
Everyone has a need
Even if they are leaving
They've made a choice to succeed
Still the race continues on
We never want it to end
It seems like no one is going to win this
Until the very last bend
Through the years we've been higher and higher
Towering above what the world knows
Still we keep on moving
Until someone slows
But everyone is thinking,
That isn't going to be me
Someone else will do it
But no one ever takes the lead
So this race continues
Because we all refuse
To quit the race
Where no one wins
Until the very last bend
Which is out of sight
The Nature Poet
Out there in the great ocean the wild waves toss and roll
The music of saltwater is in the poet's soul
She sits upon the high cliff that overlooks the sea
The beauty in words she captures keeps on eluding me.
She does not write for love of money nor she does not write for fame
She lives a quiet existence and her's is not a well known name
She writes of the four Seasons that ever come and go
A woman who loves Nature and of Nature's ways she know.
Some of those who think they know her say she is rather strange
Her moods are like the Seasons her moods are prone to change
But she is close to Nature and how could they understand
Her anger at human damage to the ocean and the land.
With folded wings into the mighty ocean from the sky the gannets dive
And her wonderment at the ways of Nature's creatures it once more comes alive
And she writes about the gannets as she sits on the cliff above the shore
And her beautiful words inspired by Nature's beauty will live on forever more.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Write The Songs
Ive been alive forever,
And I wrote the very first song.
I put the words and the melodies together,
I am music,
And I write the songs.
I write the songs that make the whole world sing.
I write the songs of love and special thing s.
I write the songs that make the young girls cry.
I write the songs, I write the songs.
My home lies deep within you,
And Ive got my own place in your sole.
Now, when I look out through your eyes,
Im youg again, even though Im very old.
Chorus
Oh my music makes you dance
And gives your spirit to take a chance,
And I wrote some rock n roll so you can move.
Music fills your heart,
Well, thats a real fine place to start.
Its from me its for you,
Its from you, its from me,
Its a world wide symphony.
Chorus
I am music, and I write the songs.
song performed by by Barry Manilow
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Music
And the weddings bursted out,
And the send-offs - howled.
The holidays and woes - got entangled...
And the music staves stand as a barbed wire.
I would like to write a music in the other way,
I would like to write a music,
Falling onto the clover down.
I think, I would be fond of this singing work.
I would like to write a music
On the earth furrows,
On the palm of the one-year baby.
I would sleep and then rise up.
And wouldn't eat to satiety.
I would like to dissolve in some sudden motives
I would like to write a music
On the rain spurls,
Or - better - on the flying gossamers.
I would like to write a music
In the tender lakes.
I would like to drink it,
As an intoxicating liquor.
I would like to write a music
On the wings of a swallow.
I would like to write a music
On a zebra's skin.
I would like to create the music,
To cry, to get torture!
I would like to search it,
Elevatedly and greedily...
But such music is created already.
And if you don't hear - that's a pity...
poem by Robert Rozhdestvensky, translated by Lyudmila Purgina
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Humanity's Home
When its hard to repair you have to be aware
Your deeds will make a change
so think a lot
And use the both
Your heart and your brain
Do your best
To make this world a better place
Don't forget that this world is not your own
Here's all humanity's home
There can be differences between your and your neighbor's thoughts
Your not living here alone
Therefore you've to be concerned
For your responsibity against all
So step back my fellow man and take a deep breath
Before taking a step look to the sky and try to see the beautiful face of God
And be aware don't forget that your wrongs can be your neighbors best thought
No one will survive to the end of the world
We all are travelers here
Today we are here
Tomorrow already is unseen,
so be aware of your deeds
Some can destroy some can build
Some cannot be rebuilt.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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A Poet To Be
A poet I claim not to be,
For words are never there.
In all the years I've tried to write,
I have no words to share.
I sit and think but nothing comes,
No inspiration here.
I want to write of anything,
But still no words I fear.
I read the works of other poets,
I wish I were like them.
How do they write such beautiful lines,
A poet, I'm not him.
I try to write from the heart,
From deep within my soul.
I try to write of the love I have,
But cannot reach my goal.
But why I ask, why can't I write,
Of love so pure and true.
Why can't I write about her eyes,
A mix of green and blue.
I want to write about her smile,
It brightens up my day.
I try to think of anything,
But words I cannot say.
I wish I knew how to write,
A poem with such bliss.
I wish I knew how to describe,
Her soft but tender kiss.
I cannot even begin to write,
How she holds me tight.
How her arms around me,
Makes everything just right.
A poet does not have to think,
The words flow right out.
When I sit and try to write,
I want to scream and shout.
I mean come on, how hard can it be,
To write about her hair.
Such long beautiful natural blonde,
That flows in the air.
I try to write about her laugh,
The words will not fly.
Time passes and finally,
I say it's soft and high.
It's been an hour and a half,
I'm here on verse twelve.
I had to go to Rhymezone,
To find out the rhyme is shelve.
A poet does not do that,
Go online to find a rhyme.
A poet has it in his head,
And can write at any time.
But a poet I am not,
For I cannot write of love.
How the girl I am with,
Is an angel from up above.
How I love her with all my heart,
And want to spend my life with her.
How her love for me is more,
Than I can ever be for sure.
As I draw near the end,
My mind is not so numb.
I realize I've just written of love,
A poet I have become.
poem by Adam McKim
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I Will Survive
The world can be a hard place
for everyone living here.
Dangers present themselves
to us on a daily basis.
Each day we look
forward to the next,
always saying to ourselves
I will survive I will survive.
We battle through the black clouds
that circle around our head
always thinking of
the better times that lie ahead.
We sleep and dream
of all the things we wish
always saying to ourselves
I will survive I will survive.
25 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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The Third Stone
Strange creatures, beautiful creatures
Tough in each fold of the brain
Alike in blood, origin, and experience
An ant army of epic proportions,
Blindly following one another.
Except, not black dot’s, but instead,
Nucleus walled people. Gradually ceasing
To acknowledge their existence, becoming
Ranchers without land.
Commanders without infantry,
Horsemen on foot.
How will they survive?
And sometimes in the uncontrollable
Place below my thoughts, it emerges
Not as a feeble minded thought,
But as a conviction
We weren’t meant to.
poem by Tyler Comstock
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Why I Write?
I write poems for myself and I write for the readers
I write for the masses and I write for the leaders
I write to imprint my thoughts in people's mind
I write to make the bad guys helpful and kind
I write to light up our path to Great God
I write for everyone home and abroad
I write to preserve values new and old
I write to make my ink precious like gold
I write for peace and I write for progress
I write to make the world a better place
All major issues I want to address
I write to see smile on God's face
poem by Asif Andalib
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Our Survival
We shall survive distance.
We shall survive space.
But can we survive the loneliness
that we have to face?
We shall survive winter.
We shall survive spring.
But can we survive the guilt
of the wedding ring?
We shall survive long nights.
We shall survive days.
But can we survive the longings
that always and forever stays?
We shall survive suspicion.
We shall survive fear.
But can we survive living
without each other, dear?
We shall survive all of this
if we put our love first.
We shall survive hunger.
We shall survive thirst
only if this love is true.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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