Cursed
I have been cursed.
From the very early start.
Rape and abuse.
Hurt and pain.
Is all I've ever known.
I have been left cursed.
By the seedy thing you did.
Left with flashbacks.
Left with hell.
Unable to trust.
Unable to forget
Cant move on
I am cursed by you.
By what you did to me
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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H's Soul
I wonder what happened to Hitler's Soul
As children cursed it around the world
At breakfast tables, under hidden floors
And at the oven doors
Lovers cursed it in their ecstasy throes
Soldiers cursed it, spitting on their boots
Marching in life and death parades
As their mothers cursed him too
Begging his Soul to be damned in Hell
Consigned with Generals that cursed it well
Where did it go, that very special Soul
Was there a space, a prison cell
Padded by the silence of his screams
That echo in our darkest dreams?
poem by Frank Bana
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CX: Ability
It’s not unable, it’s just not a favor
It’s not unable, it’s just reluctance
It’s not unable, it’s just not my style
It’s not unable, it’s just wrong
It’s not unable, it’s just no time
It’s not unable, it’s just out of place
It’s not unable, it’s just not consideration
It’s not unable, it’s just objection
It’s not unable, it’s just not effective
It’s not unable, it’s just stubbornness
It’s not unable, it’s just not important
It’s not unable, it’s just mercy
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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John Ballard
In the lust of my strength
I cursed God, but he paid no attention to me:
I might as well have cursed the stars.
In my last sickness I was in agony, but I was resolute
And I cursed God for my suffering;
Still He paid no attention to me;
He left me alone, as He had always done.
I might as well have cursed the Presbyterian steeple.
Then, as I grew weaker, a terror came over me:
Perhaps I had alienated God by cursing him.
One day Lydia Humphrey brought me a bouquet
And it occurred to me to try to make friends with God,
So I tried to make friends with Him;
But I might as well have tried to make friends with the bouquet.
Now I was very close to the secret,
For I really could make friends with the bouquet
By holding close to me the love in me for the bouquet
And so I was creeping upon the secret, but --
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Cursed
I know I will never find love and happiness.
I know I meant for a life of sad loneliness.
I am broken and torn time and time again.
I am turning black from deep within.
I am hanging on by a single thread.
I know that I am better off dead.
Every one hates me and thinks i'm weird.
I will never belong here.
I can't take the pain away.
I try to with this silver blade.
Yet here you come to make it worse.
Making it known that I am cursed.
Cursed to a life of dread.
Cursed to be found dead.
If you read this it might be the last thing you read.
For I feel this is the end for me.
poem by Jean Pullman
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I the somber moon
I, the somber moon
watching,
waitting,
questioning the human mind
as I bare witness to every crime
blood curling screams pierce my fragil ears
I''m unable to cry
unable to look away
I, the heart broken moon
seeking,
weeping,
discovering the fine arts of romance
always being rejected my teh blazing hot sun
singing songs of passion and love
to the holy Heavons above
I, the grieving moon
pushing,
pulling,
shoving against the motherly ocean
drowning thousands of innocent souls in rage
later being left alone to face the aftermath in pain
feeling guilty and ashamed
I, the somber moon
glistening in the sky
lighting up the dreary night
cursed forever the watch in horror
AS
Time
Slowly
Passes
BY
poem by Keysha Sanchez
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When you came
You came.
And you hurt me.
And you abused me.
You raped me.
You came
You laughed at me
You made me do things
I didnt want to do.
You came
You made me feel.
What shit was like.
How hurt feels.
What pain feels like.
You came
And you opened my eyes.
To a world of pain
A world of hurt.
A world of abuse.
Then you left
But you havent left my head.
I remember it all.
I cant forget.
I cant forget your face of evil
You twisted vile look.
You shitty voice
And your vile disgusting smell.
You left me with the ruins
In ruins of what you did
In tatters and shreads.
You left me with
Alake of tears
Alife of torment
And emotional scars.
You left me
Laughter that was not mine
God how hate you
Your out of my life now
But your in my head.
In my past
and in my dreams
And nightmares.
Why wont you fuckoff
out of my head?
Please take the lauhter away
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Blessed To Be Cursed
I awaken early,
With thoughts that seem...
Already out of date.
Already out of time.
Already...
I feel I am too late.
Bombarded I am,
With images that feed.
And some I feel,
I am not yet ready to taste.
Am I cursed or blessed?
At times I feel in between.
And aging hasn't made this attraction,
Any easier for me...
It seems.
Am I cursed or blessed?
OR blessed to be cursed?
Is it possible to enjoy something,
And not quench that thirst?
I awaken early,
With thoughts that seem...
Already out of date.
Already out of time.
Already...
I feel I am too late.
Bombarded I am,
With images that feed.
And some I feel,
I am not yet ready to taste...
Although I enjoy,
Achieving those impossible dreams.
Am I cursed or blessed?
OR blessed to be cursed?
Is it possible to enjoy something,
And not quench that thirst?
And I think to myself...
'What am I getting out of this?
How am I benefitting,
When I am the last to think of myself first! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Paralysed
They have placed me on this cold stone table,
I’m trying to move, but unable.
I can’t understand why they’re doing this to me
I’m not dead, but why can’t they see.
If I could move they would see straight away,
but I can’t, and I’m unable to say.
No matter how much I try I cannot move a limb
and very soon the autopsy will begin.
Would they notice if I managed to blink an eye?
I can’t! I’ll try a tear, or better still cry.
The only thing functioning is my confused mind,
and frankly my brain has been left behind.
The pathologists are talking and preparing to cut,
they’re going to open my chest and gut.
My life signs aren’t displaying on the screen;
they think I’m just another has been.
They'll be murdering me without misgiving
because they can’t see I’m living.
I’ve got a peculiar feeling deep inside of me…
thanks dear God, I’ve managed to pee!
poem by Orlando Belo
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Blind Faith
When we just close our eye's
to things that are real
we also close our heart
to what we should feel
just a begger left to steal
We lose sight of love
and to our Creator above
we walk afraid and alone
unable not to believe
in what is the unknown
We forget the joy of tomorrow
drown in the pain and sorrow
and watch our soul slowly die
with blind faith we cry
and watch life just pass us by
So we hide behind the lies
that tears us apart
unable to see what is true
that stares us in the face
in blind faith we decieve
with nothing left but to grieve
And so we become lost children
trying to find our way again
to that forgotten place
beyond the stars and space
that was meant for me and you
Spiritwind-2012
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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You love what you do, you are cursed with it, and then you get known for being cursed with it.
quote by Armand Assante
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Therapy
Therapy therapy
Lost sight-I think I'm getting out of my range
Colors flash-now things are starting to get strange
Start it up-and you say you wanna get in on me, I need I need I need my
Therapy-now just relax we'll put your mind at ease
Therapy-but first you've got to say "pretty please"
Therapy therapy
Fire it up-put a little gas on the brain
All aboard-a ride on the newest thang
Chew chew-lookt out it's a runaway train, pure pain, no gain, insane it's
Therapy-and right before they dig into my mind
Therapy-the Dr. screams "let's got it's party time"
Therapy therapy
Left right left right-like every heartbeat needs a motion
Left right left right-like every wave needs a sea
Left right left right-like every teardrop needs a eyeball
Left right left right-you've got to name your therapy
Therapy! Therapy! Therapy!
Therapy Therapy
Snap pop-a sweet emotion just broke loose
Don't care-it ain't nothing I can use
Ha! Ha!-ain't it funny how we all abuse you choose, abuse, you lose now
Therapy-you know we want to help we really care
Therapy-but when your money's gone you're out of here!
song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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Therapy (feat. Ozzy Osbourne)
Muir-Trujillo
Therapy therapy
Lost sight-I think I'm getting out of my range
Colors flash-now things are starting to get strange
Start it up-and you say you wanna get in on me, I need I need I need my
Therapy-now just relax we'll put your mind at ease
Therapy-but first you've got to say "pretty please"
Therapy therapy
Fire it up-put a little gas on the brain
All aboard-a ride on the newest thang
Chew chew-lookt out it's a runaway train, pure pain, no gain, insane it's
Therapy-and right before they dig into my mind
Therapy-the Dr. screams "let's got it's party time"
Therapy therapy
Left right left right-like every heartbeat needs a motion
Left right left right-like every wave needs a sea
Left right left right-like every teardrop needs a eyeball
Left right left right-you've got to name your therapy
Therapy! Therapy! Therapy!
Therapy Therapy
Snap pop-a sweet emotion just broke loose
Don't care-it ain't nothing I can use
Ha! Ha!-ain't it funny how we all abuse you choose, abuse, you lose now
Therapy-you know we want to help we really care
Therapy-but when your money's gone you're out of here!
song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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Who serves the mass is thanked by none, but cursed if aught left undone.
Casualty of abuse
I was a casualty of abuse.
I was a victim of rape.
I was hurt more than once.
God I hate you I hate you all.
All you said is it was a game.
The only one who had the fun was you.
I know what its like to hate.
Becuase I sure as hell hate you.
I try not to be that casualty any more.
Only try as I might.
Defeated I fall.
Its hard to forget and move on.
When justice was not done.
When I see and hear you all the time.
I will forever remain a casualty of abuse.
Like a casualty of war.
I will always be broken.
And pain will always engulf my hart.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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The War Within (myfirst Set Of Lyrics)
Feelings left behind,
memories a pain
the future left blind,
hopes fade behind the stains.
The war within
rages in flame,
each day a new battle hopes held in,
each day the same
Weight building
fear screaming,
hopes fading
dreams disappearing,
the war within
the war will not stop
the war is our own
the war leaves us feeling alone
unable to see
unable to hear
the unbearable storm
within our own war
The war within
we fight
we hope
we're not alone
We all fight
we all have dreams
we all feel pain
we all feel alone
The war within
we all are connected
we all fight within
we all are never alone
We will always fight
we will always hope
we will always feel
we are together
The war within
will never win
the war within
we will not lose
Upon The Barren Fig-Tree In God's Vineyard
What, barren here! in this so good a soil?
The sight of this doth make God's heart recoil
From giving thee his blessing; barren tree,
Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be!
Art thou not planted by the water-side?
Know'st not thy Lord by fruit is glorified?
The sentence is, Cut down the barren tree:
Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be.
Hast thou been digg'd about and dunged too,
Will neither patience nor yet dressing do?
The executioner is come, O tree,
Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be!
He that about thy roots takes pains to dig,
Would, if on thee were found but one good fig,
Preserve thee from the axe: but, barren tree,
Bear fruit, or else thy end will cursed be!
The utmost end of patience is at hand,
'Tis much if thou much longer here doth stand.
O cumber-ground, thou art a barren tree.
Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be!
Thy standing nor they name will help at all;
When fruitful trees are spared, thou must fall.
The axe is laid unto thy roots, O tree!
Bear fruit, or else thine end will cursed be.
poem by John Bunyan
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A Pair Of Brown Eyes
One summer evening drunk to hell
I stood there nearly lifeless
An old man in the corner sang
Where the water lilies grow
And on the jukebox johnny sang
About a thing called love
And its how are you kid and whats your name
And how would you bloody know?
In blood and death neath a screaming sky
I lay down on the ground
And the arms and legs of other men
Were scattered all around
Some cursed, some prayed, some prayed then cursed
Then prayed and bled some more
And the only thing that I could see
Was a pair of brown eyes that was looking at me
But when we got back, labeled parts one to three
There was no pair of brown eyes waiting for me
And a rovin a rovin a rovin Ill go
For a pair of brown eyes
I looked at him he looked at me
All I could do was hate him
While ray and philomena sang
Of my elusive dream
I saw the streams, the rolling hills
Where his brown eyes were waiting
And I thought about a pair of brown eyes
That waited once for me
So drunk to hell I left the place
Sometimes crawling sometimes walking
A hungry sound came across the breeze
So I gave the walls a talking
And I heard the sounds of long ago
From the old canal
And the birds were whistling in the trees
Where the wind was gently laughing
And a rovin a rovin a rovin Ill go
For a pair of brown eyes
song performed by by Pogues
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I Know What You Know
I know what you know
I am not inferior to you.
Do not look down on me
We are all homosapiens.
Divinely created as God's image
God rates us all equally.
I have sights like you
I walk like you
I think like you.
I may be black,
I may be white,
I may be coloured,
I may even be red
I am God's creation
My senses are the same like
Differences in skin pigmention
Does not make me inferior
We are the same
So, deal with me on what I know
So, deal with jewels inside me
Relate with me on my knowledge
Deal with me according to my capacity
I will reciprocate the same
We are bound to respect each other
I am not cursed
My generation is not cursed
My land is not cursed
I am endowed like you
My ancestors land is blessed
I know what you know
I am not inferior to you
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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You Left It Up To Me
When I let you go
I cursed myself with empty hands
Strong enough to watch you walk
But not enough to understand
With spiteful eyes you burn for my grace
I was trying to stand outside of this
You were trying to save face
You can say that I dont care
I dont care
You can hope that we still
Have something left to share
But just between you baby and me
Just between me baby and you
Theres nothing there
I finally found someone I can hold
You ask me to defend myself
As if I shouldnt be so bold well
Get that look off of your face
I dont have the time
You dont have the place
To say that I dont care
I dont care
To hope that we still
Have something left to share
And just between me baby and you
Just between you baby and me
Theres nothing there
Baby what are you gonna do
I cant salvage any truth for you
Everybody else already knows
It hurts you to realize
So leave well enough
Enough alone
And you dont need my hands
To help you understand
You dont need to hear my voice
(you have no choice)
So dont be throwing stones
The closer we get
The harder they come
Now even if your feeling alone
Dont come home
Cause when it was up to you
When it was up to you
You left it up to me
Oh you left
Oh you left
Oh you left it up to me
When it was up to you
You left it up to me
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Enoch Dunlap
How many times, during the twenty years
I was your leader, friends of Spoon River,
Did you neglect the convention and caucus,
And leave the burden on my hands
Of guarding and saving the people's cause? --
Sometimes because you were ill;
Or your grandmother was ill;
Or you drank too much and fell asleep;
Or else you said: "He is our leader,
All will be well; he fights for us;
We have nothing to do but follow."
But oh, how you cursed me when I fell,
And cursed me, saying I had betrayed you,
In leaving the caucus room for a moment,
When the people's enemies, there assembled,
Waited and watched for a chance to destroy
The Sacred Rights of the People.
You common rabble! I left the caucus
To go to the urinal.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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