Faded Sunset
Demanding for peace, is like demanding for a war to end.
With one voice it just doesn't happen.
A thousand hearts scream it every day.
As if it's last breath breathing.
As if a demon is inflicting unending suffering upon them.
Still they won't quit or be silenced.
The echo's of the forgotten.
A sound that continues to bonce off wall after wall.
With no one listening.
A poet's worse enemy.
The silence in which he speaks.
As if to say your but fool wasting your time.
Abandon are your rhymes.
Hollow are their meanings.
You won't help anyone.
With spirits un-lifted.
And dreams denied.
It becomes just another part of a faded sunset.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Some Silence, Some Words
Today somewhere a mirror broke
And a music of end splashed in the pages of time,
Someone lost his meanings in the broken mirror..
And an unending silence flowed
Many things happen silently, , ,
How the silent weeping of the lost meaning wander in the depth of the night, , ,
I unveil the sea of darkness...i find only silence
And the music of the end keeps on splashing around
Life is all about some silence and some words…
Far away a poet was looking for words, .
And a poem was seeking for its understanding, ,
for the heart where words dwell with meanings, ,
As long as they both were away everything was all right...
And when they met, , ,
the poet lamented on the end of words of the poem, , ,
and the poem on the unending silence of the poet, , , , ,
poems are not about understanding....
poet is not about words, , , ,
Silence and Echo
solitude
like silence
falls off on the ground
undisturbed waters
transparent
this silence of word
silence of air
this silence
solitude
nobody's longing
breaks against a bricked wall
high
wall like concrete
thick
and heavy
this perfect peace
at times
larynx scream
will wake up the silence
disturb
this constant reverie
sorrow
wants to leave
or silence
wants to play
with the echo
longer
(transl. Annaya Chomczyk)
poem by Dorota Szumilas
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Until The Silence Reigns
and so it happens
the clock strikes seven
you dream about curtains
catching flames
the house screams
and you discover you
are but a wall of this
structure
you look at the clock
on your side
it is seven
but seven what?
you get up from bed
and proceed to the CR
wash your face
feeling like a wall still
you rub the soap
and feel your cheek
you slap it
you feel like a wall
and the curtains continue to burn themselves
the house scream at its loud voice
you are still this wall
and you do not really care
to ash from ash
and to ash you shall return
there is no hurry no fright no panic
let death come with grace
the wall is flat and inanimate
let the curtains burn let the house scream
until the silence of the ash reigns
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Magic Mirror
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Who’s the fairest fair of all?
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Who’s the smartest head of all?
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Who’s that girl standing tall?
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Who's to hold me when I fall?
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Why are you not answering my call?
Oh mirror...
The lines and the scars you do not hide;
My scattered thoughts you would not guide.
Me myself and I; the gap so wide.
Oh mirror; you make me look inside!
You show me a girl against the tide,
By the rules she would not abide.
Within your frame, a caged spirit am I?
By your name, what voice have I?
Oh mirror … can you hear me?
My mirror is deceiving me!
I will show you my smile... will you let me?
A star in my eyes... will you get me?
I will show you a happy face... please let me!
A shelter from myself... please get me!
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Do not show me her face;
I have killed her and left no trace.
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
She shall never stutter;
With a new voice, words she will utter.
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Her fear you shall never show;
Fearless she is to know.
Mirror... mirror on the wall,
Do not point at her scars;
It hurts... not her scars.
Oh mirror...
There is no Santa but tell her not;
Dreams are dreams but wake her not.
She will give in... tell her not to.
She will give up... tell her not to.
Cruel mirror...
Why show me a figure so broken?
Why tell me words unspoken?
My mirror...
Every time I look at you
I miss a line in her face.
Every time I come to you
A part of her I erase.
Every time I need you
I abandon her grace.
So my mirror..
Where is the little fat girl that you used to show me?
Where are the frightened eyes that used to look at me?
Is she still hiding her smile with her hand?
Is she still looking for a magic wand?
You loved her not;
You loved me a lot!
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
What have I done?
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Where has she gone?
Mirror … mirror on the wall,
Which way do I run?
Yes mirror...
How I wish I could give you my back
and never look at you again.
How I wish I could leave you on a rack
and never fall for your tricks again.
Oh mirror... Why can’t you lie?
Why don’t you tell me that I am the fairest fair of all?
Why don’t you tell me that I am the smartest head of all?
Why don’t you let me stand proud and tall?
Will you at least be there when I fall?
Oh … Mirror … mirror on the wall …
Why are you not answering my call?
poem by Marwa Rakha
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As I Grew Older
It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun--
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky--
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!
poem by Langston Hughes
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Sleeping Soul.
Breaking out of normality.
Bringing forth a new reality.
The rules are being written as we speak.
A table sits before you but does that mean you have the time or money to eat.
Trick or treat, time to face those demons.
All in the mind.
In land with such fertile soil how can that ever be.
It just doesn't make sense to me.
Still they're those who still walk in the cold and lonely streets.
So many promises have been made.
So many promises have been broken.
WAKE UP, WAKE UP!
A soul so dormant.
I poke it with a stick and it still doesn't move.
What will it take for true change?
I remember that day when an angel whispered to me.
It soothed all the anger right out of me.
But it never silenced this heart.
Blood forever pumping as it continues to beat.
To hell with death or defeat.
Yet some day in the same stroke they're both something I'm destined to meet.
But I'm still here.
So till then.
I will abandon nothing.
Friends can be remade.
A damsel in distress can still be saved.
The flow and course of time can even be changed.
It not a game.
Never was to me.
Even though some thought so.
Their is not a day that goes by that I don't question why.
Why all the suffering, the brutality, the ignorance, the hate. the greed.
I listen to my echo, knowing so many questions will never be answered.
Because we've allowed ourselves to become the cancer.
Infecting society with indifference.
Saying to our selves that could never happen to me.
Till your on the bottom you'll never be the one looking up.
Expectations high, disappointments grave.
No easy way out.
Not for me.
Hasn't been for a very long time.
Living a life of barter and trade.
Trying not to become a monetary slave.
What I need should never come that easily.
Convenience is a complication indeed.
Nothing to do is nothing to live for.
Obesity is a sign of this gluttony.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Silence
I got a feeling
Everything's gonna be alright
And I still find my way
And I heard
It's always darkest before the storm
So come on let it rain
Everything was different when I was seventeen
The world was so much brighter
Now I finally found the truth
Of what they hid for me
That world was so much kinder
Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
Silence
Is what it is
By my own choice
I believe
That we were meant to learn from our mistakes
And stumble along the way
Now I know
That people are gonna grap what they can take
Then just turn away
Everybody's searching
But no one really knows the truth
The world is upside down
What it's all about right now
Will soon turn to gray
Their promises have faded
Silence
Silence
Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
Silence
Is what it is
By my own choice
All my little merry friends
Have turned their backs on me
Excuse me if I'm jaded
I'm so tired of people telling me
How it should be
Their promises have faded
Silence
Silence
Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
Silence
Don't hear a sound
But my own voice
Silence
Is what it is
By my own choice
Silence
song performed by by Tiffany
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Please Somebody Stop Me
No stopping me now.
I went to far.
Just one step too far.
Back up.
Let's see how this stacks up.
No stopping me now.
I went to far.
Just one step too far.
Back up.
Let's see how this stacks up.
The pain has pushed me farther and farther.
Closer to the edge.
A suicidal rage was just a stage.
With daggers in my eyes I just want everyone to die.
A written confession upon this stone.
I walked away from you.
I had no choice.
The cold shoulder.
Every time I think about I feel a little bit older,
Time just continues to tic away.
And I still don't know what the right thing was to say.
No stopping me now.
I went to far.
Just one step too far.
Back up.
Let's see how this stacks up.
No stopping me now.
I went to far.
Just one step too far.
Back up.
Let's see how this stacks up.
Hate, can't even begin to describe the love and anguish I felt.
They say you only have the cards you were dealt.
Well I'm missing my ace of black hearts.
Where is she now?
When I'm looking so hard she can never be found.
Denied of everlasting harmony and peace.
I'm just a lonely old soul to the infinity.
And every time I think about her the guilt just rises up in me.
A volcano ready to explode.
Where do I put it all.
Is their a place under a hidden waterfall.
One last kiss, and it's welcome to the abyss.
No stopping me now.
I went to far.
Just one step too far.
Back up.
Let's see how this stacks up.
No stopping me now.
I went to far.
Just one step too far.
Back up.
Let's see how this stacks up.
Not so good.
Painting a picture of a star saying I wish he would.
Forgiveness abandon for indifference.
Passion abandon for satisfaction.
I loved you so much, and now you wont say one word to me.
I chase only to hit a brick wall time after time.
I want my partner in crime.
No I will not be fine.
Not this time.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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2012, Ending, Or Beginning!
the curtain is drawn,
the memories of another year,
a year of hardship and need,
packed in a box,
stored away to be forgotten.
we stand on the stage,
stripped naked by necessity,
forced to choose...
ending, or beginning?
the end of economic hope,
the end of the environment,
the end of individual rights,
the end of capitalism...
the end of the common man,
the end of morality...
the end of human dignity,
the end of the road for the poor...
or a new beginning?
people of all colors, faiths,
sexual orientations, economic situations,
rich in diversity... joining hands!
sitting down with open minds and hearts,
listening, really listening,
understanding that what is good for one,
must be good for all!
understanding that when one suffers,
we all suffer!
when one is in need,
we are all in need!
standing together for freedom
of thoughts, ideas, and words!
refusing to be made to follow blindly!
standing up and demanding
world peace!
standing up for the environment,
throwing off the yoke of oppression
cast by the oil and Wall Street empire!
standing up for people,
people, not corporations,
not governments...
accepting, understanding, compassionate,
determined, driven by dignity....
the choice is ours to make!
we've run out of time,
the lights have gone dim...
day of dawning,
or time of the end!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Part Of The Wall
I know you just don't fit in,
I know no one likes you,
I know what you are going through.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
You were born with superpowers,
The ones that make you invisible girl,
You look at your self and say ugly,
But when I do I see beauty.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
You just love your self,
Cause you don't fit in,
Yeah, I know what that fells like.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
Close your eyes,
And think of the friends you have,
Laughing with you,
You are popular in my eyes.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
You are the wall paper,
Reds, green, and blue,
You might never fit in,
But don't worry,
I'll be friends with you.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
Ohhhhhhh
La, la, la, la, la
Ohhhhhhh
La, la, la, la, la
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Do I fit into the human race?
Or will I be part of the wall?
poem by Brianna King
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The Story Of The Sharp Tongue
with the repetitive sound of sighs and symmetrical silence
the tongue has become sharp and it stabs hearts
it breaks open what has been closed all along and hidden
birds start breaking out from cages
and feathers are left as memories which somehow the one who is left
empty takes it to his heart and becomes his pen
the lonely man writes
with blood from his bleeding heart stabbed by the sharpness of his own
past
the sound becomes even more demanding like routine that you cannot refuse
and somehow the silence becomes irregular, asymmetrical taking the shape
of a scream, which the tongue most sharpened now
slices into dust
and this reaches to the conclusion that no matter how sharp the tongue can be
it too shall in the end turn into
dust..............................
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Vox Silentii
In screaming silence, minds will shatter
And bleed dry the terror of a thousand hearts;
In silence our minds will lock, will warp—
Silence will scream a thousand secrets
That we’ve kept dry, desolate, distressed
For as long as I’ve friended the shade.
And in simple silence sometimes I hear
The words that escape her deepest stores
Of thought, lie, hurt, regret—A fear,
In darkness will scratch the walls raw
With the tear-streaked terror that slits,
Scours, tearing down fatality, facade.
The others—smooth, are rough in thought,
Never brought, silenced in tracks they tread,
Words ringing their piercing shrieks,
Reverberating respites, snuffing silence,
And shunting the ones who hear, but listen,
Who know that talking is unnecessary.
They’ll never know, for they never listen,
Hearing the others in loquacious laughter,
But never listeing, truly, genuine sound,
The purest of sounds and spites,
The echoes and entrails of thought,
The sound of his eyes, of her silence.
poem by Adam Pinheiro
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Eagles
The eagles can never know
The secret of the volcanoes
When they seemingly fly carried
By the sliding winds
Over cupped peaks of mountains
With the fire of their anger inside
Smoldering in the carcass of history
The eagles doesn't understand why
The green still suckles the spring's teats
And why the scream can be an echo
And the echo can be a scream.
But the eagles can hear
The cubic rocks which roll for rolling out
Their song
And the brooklet ripples which fall
With murmuring sound
And the eagles can see
The winding forest path
Which is apparently suspended
Like hanging wall thoughts
On the slope fringe
In a rock bizarre climbing story.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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A sound of silence
A sound of silence
~
Silence that distant sound
Speaks volumes of variety
One mans peace another’s fear
Between the words unsaid
And those wanted to be spoken
The holding presence silence brings
A time of reflection is found
To rest upon a thought content
Or contend with a growing fear
A paranoid mind suffers silence
Broods its every moment
Where the calm is at peace
Embracing fully everything
Silence that distant sound
Speaks volumes of variety
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The Echo, The Mocking Bird
to produce the echo
i need one single voice
to make the sound
i need the hill and another hill
sort of wall
where the voice is trapped
and bounce
from one corner to another
and there you have
the echo
you are the sound
i am the hill
and another hill
i am many
much many than you
expect
do you see that tree
higher than your roof?
i am that hill beyond
the grassy field
do you see the mockingbird
sitting on the twig?
please do not mention
any name
do not drag
another one
but if no one admits
well,
it could be me
i supposed so, it can be me too.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mirror, Mirror, Please Forgive Me.
It's late at night, I'm alone again, every night's the same
And I know the reason why; I've just myself to blame
Stagger to the bathroom, to wash and get ready for bed
Drunk again, I'll never learn, how i'm going to sort out my head
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, please don't cast your seven-year curse
lt seems each time I look at you, I appear a little bit worse
I brush my teeth and I nod support, across to my red-eyed will
Again we pledge, the time has come, self-promises to fulfil
Uttered oft, but seldom loud, only us as witness
These resolutions I set myself, to test my moral fitness
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, please don't cast your seven-year curse
lt seems each time I look at you, I appear a little bit worse
I can't go on, the way I do, it's got to come to an end
Or maybe I'm already to far gone, With no more hope of amend
Should I submit, declare defeat, admit that my self-esteem is roten
For I know, with all guilt ignored, in the morning, all of this will be forgotten
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, please don't cast your seven-year curse
lt seems each time I look at you, I appear a little bit worse
poem by Benjamin Hickmott
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A Moral Diet
A validation as we hit the ground.
Yes that does hurt.
Just open your mouth and eat a little bit of the dirt.
Chew it on up and ingest.
Swallow it on down.
Call it moral fiber.
A psychological diet.
We must learn to live with it.
Just another part of our life.
The bricks keep piling up.
Soon the wall will map out what use to be our history.
The creative creatures that never made it.
No one voice could save them.
Even with, most logical reasoning.
Worshipping the dead, wasting the living.
Why should we feed you, what can you do?
Just maybe I'll be the one save a entire population before to late.
We do not know who the hero will be.
How could we, but still there is this ignorance in the form of greed.
It is not a valid excuse.
Other must suffer for your unending desire for power.
A need to manipulate and control.
But where we fail is always in what we don't know.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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No Other Voice
There is no other voice I miss as much
When I'm far from my home, your laughter, your touch
There's no music on earth I'd rather hear
No other voice but yours
Your birdsong in the morning
You're the wind in the trees
The lapping of night waves on tropical seas
You're the sound of my heart beat, my breathing, my life
The lullabye rocking our babies to sleep at night
And through the dead of the voices I scream in my head
There is only one voice that sings love songs instead
There is no other sound that speaks straight to my heart
There is no other voice
not even a choice
There is no other voice but yours
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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The Peace of God vs. The Peace of The World
-God says I give you the peace of God, that passes all Understanding
The World says ' I will give you peace' but the world doesn't tell you that that peace is just too Demanding.
-God says Love thy neighhbor
The world says hate thy enemy and love only under certain circumstances.
-God says I will show you the way, for I am a lamp unto your feet
The world says You are on your own.
*The peace of God vs the Peace of the World
The world says ' Go head girl put cha leg up' and that 69 is fine
-The Lord says: ' Have fun' but Honor me cus I am yours and you are Mine.
The world says ' this ain't burger king, you can't always have it your way'.
-The Lord says 'don't worry, tommorrow will be a brighter day'!
The world gives you hope, peace and joy that is only temporary
-But the Lord gives you joy like a river overflowing, smiles that have other people glowing.
He makes your enemy your footstool,
whereas the world lets everyone walk all over you.
The world gives you a candle that will soon burn out
-God gives you a lamp, that will eliminate all doubt
* The peace of God vs the Peace of the world.
Oh the illusions of peace from the world
And the reality of God's Peace
It gives you the ability to teach
the ability to preach
and the ability to face seen and unseen realities.
oh the illusion s seem similar,
But NO, OH NO there are NO commonalities!
So which one will you take?
The Peace of God or the Peace of the World.
poem by Janella A Thomas
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Lost Cause
Even if we say we do, it dont mean that we will
It dont mean that were going to
Even if we say well try it dont mean
That well have the opportunity
All this time weighed out unrefined
Twisted and unkind. all mine
All this pain suddenly arranged
A relationship that ive denied
My backs against the wall
I stumble and fall down
Sometimes I scream
Im scratchin at my head
Id rather be dead than not in your arms
In your arms, in your arms
Even if we say we do it dont mean that we will
It dont mean that were going to
Even if we say well try it dont mean
That well have the opportunity
My backs against the wall
I stumble and fall down
Sometimes I scream
Im scratchin at my head
Id rather be dead than not
In your arms, in your arms, in your arms
My backs against the wall
I stumble and fall down
And sometimes I scream
My backs against the wall
I stumble and fall down
Sometimes I scream
Im scratchin at my head
Id rather be dead than not
In your arms, in your arms, in your arms
My backs against the wall
I stumble and fall down
And sometimes I scream
song performed by by Oleander
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