Rogue Brook of Fingers
reflected
like mirror of palm
touches beyond
sides of skin
endure the sweat pain
repulse to the ground
it fall
how many
morning dew cools the bones to
rise in every call, for
nowhere, amongst the few
listen to the glory
of the sun, find the greatest
lifestyle of niches
taste the
lips
oh!
come it's almost gone the
thirst that the
teary eyes lay down to dry, where
all master the niches to
die, lucidly blooms the blood
that cried
please
split the fume of bitterness
and empty the bucket of pain
I long to wait...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Nothing Touches Me
Nothing touches me man
These walls are three feet thick
Wouldn't take one of them little drills to get through it
I try to make her listen
When I turn away she's split
I try to make her listen
When I turn away she's split
She went..
Nothing touches me
Nothing touches me now
Nothing touches me man
No matter how you split
Sticks and stones can get through bones
So I've given up looking out of it
I try to make her listen
When I turn away she's split
I try to make her listen
When I turn away she's split
She went..
Nothing touches me now (x4)
Laugh if you can, if you can, if you can, at me now (x4
song performed by by Radiohead
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Bucket T
Bucket bucket t t, bucket t bucket t,
Bucket bucket t t, bucket t bucket t,
Bucket bucket t t, bucket t bucket t,
Found her in a barn in tennessee
I paid five bucks for my bucket t
Took me three years of sweat and blood
To clean off all that tennessee mud
Chorus:
My bucket t (bucket t)
Bucket t (bucket t)
My bucket t (bucket t)
My bucket t (bucket t)
T t t... bucket bucket bucket...
Cruise down the street in front of school
I wanna rev it up but I gotta be cool
Drivin down the road Ill get my kicks
Apoppin the clutch and aslippin the sticks
[chorus]
I was right, too, shes first in her class
Theres nothing on the freeway she dont pass
All the girls want to take a ride with me
But theres only one seat in my bucket t
[chorus]
song performed by by Who
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Empty Sky
I woke up this morning
I could barely breathe
Just an empty impression
In the bed there you used to be
I want a kiss from your lips
I want an eye for an eye
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
Empty sky, empty sky
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
Empty sky, empty sky
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
Blood on the streets
Blood flowin down
I hear the blood of my blood
Cryin from the ground
Empty sky, empty sky
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
Empty sky, empty sky
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
On the plains of jordan
I cut my bow from the wood
Of this tree of evil
Of this tree of good
I want a kiss from your lips
I want an eye for an eye
I woke up this morning to the empty sky
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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My Pain
Pain is the greatest emotion
Far beyond equal to all water in the ocean
Taken it in a bottle, you get one potion
I tasted it
The Pain, is crushing my bones
The Pain, is tearing apart my love
I thought I could handle it and take it on my shoulders.
But pain never got any holder.
This pain i got
It's like a straight highway to hell
This pain is even greater than the time the fallen angle fell
I tasted it
This Pain, is stretching my veins
This Pain, is causing me to hate
This pain feels ridiculously strong
Especially now that I'm all alone
All the sorrow caused in one moment
I didn't know it could happen in one movement
This pain is eating me from the inside
But Then I woke up and realized
That this pain erased all my fears
But why do i still see your eyes full of tears
And i understand there is some pain that will never go away
The pain when we split our way.
poem by Annonimus Excretus
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The Torso Of Strugle
what can the strength do if the sweat
dried up in the palm, like olive oil moisturizes the
joint of every muscle
there could be a space to settle
every knee, than to shout and shoot the enemy
to freeze, perhaps indulge the taste
what then the use of the eyes when darkness
come unexpectedly, the waters is in the
bucket for the cap is empty
give me the table that everybody can touch
than to spell out the ruin of bones
into the grave of eternity
of no return
lead on my friend, the time is there to start...
poem by Antonio Liao
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Pain!
? You say that you have felt pain?
You have no idea what pain is.
Pain is hearing, 'She doesn't
like you anymore.' WHAT?
How can so much pain be caused by
someone who is so small,
so young,
so far?
Yet I tell you, I have felt pain,
pain at hearing your name
mentioned by some ignorant
person, someone who doesn't
know what you have put me
through. Pain? Yes, that is pain.
Pain is knowing that you will
never be mine, though I once would have been
wholly yours. Yours, though
you may never know it. That
also is pain- not being able to
say what I want you to hear.
This and more have you put me
through. This, and also the
torture of hearing from your
own lips- lips that I have longed
for, lips that I have loved in
my own way- that you liked
another guy.? No, I will not
call him a man, for he is not,
or else cannot be, for he loves
you. What? Now you wish to
leave him? And for me, again?
No, I am sorry, love, I cannot
and will not endure your
tortured love again. I have
felt the pain once, and I no
longer have any desire to feel
your pain again. Enjoy it, love.
Pain. Embrace it, rather than me,
for me you will not have, and now
pain is all you have?
poem by Anthony Foote
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Awakening call.....
dabble pain harsh emotion to fall down, all
seems to go wrong, and nobody even tried to
go back home
naive atmosphere showered every distance;
like a smoking gun powder smell of incense
catches every nose that dying is waiting, ready
to snap everything when everybody is done
wait no more, so sleepy that even the freezing
wind of the ice pole, won't stop the teardrops
eyes has to fall it down
shine my soul, the trembling soul, can't stop
the pain, not the fire that burn my skin nor the
suffering that close near me to end
splash me and ignite my body, for i kept on
shouting but nobody seems to listen, until i
scream, cried and laugh; and my whole body die
with sin
finally, i pose as joy lighted my excitement
of grit, pushing my teardrops falls down my lips
and the rain stops my pain.....
poem by Antonio Liao
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Just say thank you......
don’t wait for honor it only cause despair, as the
cloud wait no rain, the rainbow shows no gain, let
only faith lives in you and everything find you
easy for the grass grow leaves no pain in the soil,
and find its grain
as the sun looks the ocean blue, the heaven
please to see it glow, and nothing waste even a
single day; the bedrock has want it to say, let the
sand dance for the current flow as the fish laugh
for you to go
live my bosom heart and fall as it goes us not, in
the thundering voice my hidden soul has nut, show
me the righteous way, dump like a crystal bowl my
destined heart and tears fall down in my heavy
lap
wait and fade me not in the palm hand you say, i
will be glad, hear me my soul and wake me up in the
dungeon of oracle i will not be fat, hail me to the
ground and steadfastly i listen, come and be in
your way for you should have to stay
come wait for nothing and you'll be glad, not the
night fall that calls you to lie down in ground, leads
the soul to fool
poem by Antonio Liao
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I Am A Piece Of Broken Man
do you see me? what do you really see?
do you see this piece of broken man?
his spine bowed to the earth
because it has a huge burden on his back
his face with rugged lines, his jaw somehow dislocated,
the bones of his body unsymmetrical,
his flesh rotting, his skin unable to hold some parts of his
broken body, his nose does not smell the sweet perfume
of the good life, his tongue attuned to the bitterness of his past,
his lips crack with the present catastrophies,
it has not defined the kiss of life,
he cannot look up now to the bright skies
and marvel upon the wonders of creation,
the nature of green and red
the scent of peach and apples and roses
the taste of honey,
look at him, look at me, this piece of a broken man,
i am not your imagination
i am you. you must look at me again, stare at me.
give me your hand, so i can be warm again,
so my blood starts to run again, it is you, and you alone,
who can make me rise.
i am no other man. I am you.
help me. help yourself.
this is the real picture of the man
in the mirror of your eyes
in that secret chambers of your heart.
help yourself. help me.
we shall rise.we are one.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Million Tears
Take my hand
Break my stride
Make me smile
For everytime I've cried
Hold my heart
In the palm of your hand
Don't listen to it breakin'
Just listen to the band
Do you wanna ride in my car
Its parked out on the street
Or just stay with me a while
Before I fall asleep
Take these tears
Wash your skin
I'm havin' trouble breathin'
Since you walked in
My hands are tied
My head is reelin'
My eyes have cried
A million tears
From wishin' you were here
All my life
I've welcomed pain
I've made up more excuses
To bring it back again
Now I'm here
And I'll drink to the shame
I'll drink to the madness
That made me this way
song performed by by Kasey Chambers from Barricades & Brickwalls
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When you turn around
eyes wait
the twilight to open the swollen
tears wait, until the night welcome
the morning light,
gorgeous as the lips that touches
the smooth skin
in your refreshing crown
raise adore
quick flashes
the growing follower to bloom,
push to the waving leaves
that tenderly kisses
the moisturizing eyes of the early
butterfly wish, fallen
like dew in the forest thirst
of the rainbow, the heart
comments
bow the lasting glances
of the Bees, showing the lifelines
of the quest of the
sweet perfume of the night, the
wish that wonder the lasting smell of the
fragrance reveals
my dear
tenderly sweet the smell that touches
my nose,
I’ll surely die …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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Use And Abuse....
when you are hopeless
when misery is inside all your bones
you become so beautiful and humanity looks
at you with so much pleasure
so much lust
and you give in
you give what is no longer pleasurable to you
for all of them
you are exhausted and dying
they do not mind
they take pleasure in every chunk of your flesh
your eyes dilate
when you die in the middle of that moment
they call it your misfortune
they have nothing to do with you or
your pain
when all your bones fall to the ground
when your lips crack like dried leaf
they leave you
they will hate the place
and look for another.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Mirror Struggled
The mirror struggled; reflecting beauty such as hers
Prescribed a glory in the challenge – a fairytale
Or such as like! To shimmer back hypnotic hues
From auras of her skin – how do mirrors cope?
Hoary tales of pretty adolescent buds
Could never hope to match the tomes of dreamy
Pulchritude apprising us of such a belle as she.
The mirror shone; and as it worked itself, a moment –
Did it overlook the hidden melancholy?
Were melting eyes bedewed–? Florid lips imbued
With mournfulness? The hindrance of the silver glass!
Oh! to seek – to know the meaning of the sorrow!
She (with tearful hair, an image out of heaven)
Never opened up her heart. The mirror struggled.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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The Up's and Down's
weak slippery knock
my toe, a hill
that shadows my knee,
hurt but fulfilling absorbent
of droplet sweat that linger
in my feet
thundering tears fall above
my head shallow
the pain into my feeling,
tested like mammon in the tongue,
roar down that moves
to close the teary eyes to open
of pain
please find the sweet role of
romance that quest
the lasting happiness
holding without the beam of memories
for today is the beginning to a
lasting remembrance of
your stay
poem by Antonio Liao
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Lingering Tastes
He tasted the wine that was on her lips
when they last had kissed.
It was sweeter than if he drunk of it himself,
a taste he could not resist.
He remembered the taste and never could find
anything better than this.
Was it the wine he couldn't forget
or was it just the kiss?
He tasted the bitterness on her lips
when they last had fought.
It was sharper than the words she said to him,
words that did persist
in finding a way to keep him cold,
nothing worse than this.
Was it the words he would never forget
or was it just the kiss?
The wine, the words and even the kiss
became a source of pain.
He prayed that he'd remember her lips of wine
and that the bitterness would not remain.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Moral Lesson For Today
if one knows
the reason for pain
one can endure it
for days
for a lifetime
the pain becomes nothing
but a lifestyle
everyday
is an offering
and the pain is taken away
somehow
in understanding the meaning of its source
the reason of its existence
one misses it like a long lost friend
and once when you meet it again
you hug it
you shed tears of Joy
and when it leaves
you want to be with it
you ask that you join it in its lone journey
but you are refused
for pain has its own life too
its own span
then you take pride in this understanding
you feel like you are god
crucified and redeemed
whole and strong.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pain Pain by cedrick dennis
Pain Pain over here pain over there Pain in my heart pain in my soul Pain in my mind Pain in my skin pain in my bones Pain being caused left and right Pain being caused till the heart bleeds red Pain being caused till the skin and bone rip Pain being caused till you break into tears Pain at school Pain at home Pain in my head, pain in my heart Pain in my mind, pain in my soul Pain happening in my sleep Pain happening in my thoughts Pain happening when I’m alone Pain happening in the shower, in my room, in my bed, in my house where I’m all alone Pain happening every hour, every minute, every second of my life Pain caused by anger and hate Pain caused by hurt Pain caused by greed Pain caused by sorrow and depression Pain caused by grief and confusion Pain caused by your family and friends Pain caused by the world Pain caused by people you love Pain driving me crazy Causing me to take pills till it fills up my veins I go to sleep never to wake up and see that light The light that will end my pain for good
poem by Cedrick Dennis
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Speechless Heart
dismay may not the ignorance of my fate
and look what the beginning of my wish
as it trail the sublime point of line to remember
thou anything comes with an empty hands
that touches the passing gesture of your calmness;
always fit the retiring pulse of my dream
discourse everything that each heart desire the
night shadow hides the dungeon of pain,
even the unleavened bread leaves its taste of
memories to live forever
now the teardrops fall capture the moist
of a morning episode of life; encountering again
the venue of commitment, where the paradise
of wisdom reside in the wilderness of love
Indulge my pain and lead my close eyes
to whisper speechless heart …..
poem by Antonio Liao
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Bloody Red Tears
Tears of blood
Oh, bloody red tears
They fall on my pillow
And it soaks in blood, red and liquefied
They fall to the floor bellow
And once dried...
It's covered in blood, brown and hardened
Oh, bloody red tears
They're the result of what no-one can mend
All my hurt that built up over the years
Bloody red tears
They're so beautiful to me
They quench my thirst nobody knows of or hears
Only one thirst could that be
The thirst to see blood and pain
Oh, it's so good to my eyes
But, my hurt, I also have a thirst to drain
All those lies!
They cause some of my bloody red tears
They cause my hardened heart, even when someone dies
Oh, bloddy red tears
They're so good to me
And have been all these years
poem by Amy Parkinson
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At the Grave
all souls day
at the cemetery
eyes are asterisks
to love stories
teary eyes
are those who
have just lost a love one
mica eyes are
those who have learned to
submit to divine law
wishing prayers would
mend ways
time heals
the next time around
the teary eyed would be back
with mica eyes sniffing pain behind
new teary eyes
those at the fresh boundary
between this world and next
a boundary they could only
but mark with teary eyes
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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