Transparent
these thoughts tear me apart and consume me
the skin i pretended was thick
is really transparent
and naked I sit
and all along you've seen right through me
poem by Aria Siren
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Love Consuming
Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Second of the day
I wonder at His glory that is
a woman and ask who is
She that walks so proudly?
Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Dream I dream
You walk through me like
A chill on winters eve. I see
You but I am but a shade
Unto you
Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Breathe I take
You are the forest to my trees
That hide me from your sight.
We dance the dance of the
Stars and thoughts of you
Consume me
Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Death I die
Her being, her beauty burns
Through me. I died in her
Passing when she smiled unto
Me
Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Kiss you kiss me...
poem by Leonid Gonzalez
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Sonnet XXVII: Naked You Are As Simple as one of your Hands
Naked, you are simple as one of your hands,
Smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round:
You have moonlines, applepathways:
Naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked, you are blue as the night in Cuba;
You have vines and stars in your hair;
Naked, you are spacious and yellow
As summer in a golden church.
Naked, you are tiny as one of your nails,
Curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
And you withdraw to the underground world,
as if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores:
Your clear light dims, gets dressed, drops its leaves,
And becomes a naked hand again.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Morning (Poem From The Movie Il Postino)
Naked, you are simple as one of your hands,
smooth, earthy, small, transparent, round:
you have moon-lines, apple-pathways:
naked, you are slender as a naked grain of wheat.
Naked, you are blue as a night in Cuba;
you have vines and stars in your hair;
naked, you are spacious and yellow
as summer in a golden church.
Naked, you are tiny as one of your nails-
curved, subtle, rosy, till the day is born
and you withdraw to the underground world,
as if down a long tunnel of clothing and of chores:
your clear light dims, gets dressed - drops its leaves-
and becomes a naked hand again
song performed by by Sting
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I have pretty thick skin, and I think if you're going to be in this business, if you're going to be an actor or a writer, you better have a thick skin.
quote by John Irving
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Deeper Penetration
He had eclipsed her comprehension.
And tried to avoid some actions with her,
He would like to mention.
He was already digging deep,
Through the surfaces
She preferred to reflect her image in.
Although she was a beauty...
She was a bit mentally thin.
And needless to say...
No challenge for him.
Although they enjoyed each other,
Until deeper penetration...
Of other thoughts would begin.
And to make her happy,
And perhaps get 'some' again.
He pretended to be focused on her banter,
While he thought of stripping her
And making love butt naked...
Within the hour,
That would upon them descend!
Deeper penetration
Deeper penetration
Deeper deeper
Deeper the sensation!
He thought...
And thought.
How to get those conversations to begin?
Between her and him!
And to make her happy,
And perhaps get 'some' again.
He pretended to be focused on her banter,
While he thought of stripping her
And making love butt naked...
Within the hour,
That would upon them descend!
And it was just after eleven...
When deeper penetrations he wished,
Did begin!
And she licked his ears,
Whispering...
In each,
What she expected he loved to hear!
In them.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I heard that trees grow a new 'ring' for each year they live, I thought, we humans are kind of like that we grow a new layer of skin each year, and after many years we are thick and unwieldy from all of our skin layers.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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The Great Pretender
As a child, I pretended I had magical powers
To make friends,
I pretended I was psychic
So friends could consult me,
I pretended I had strange illnesses
To avoid the chlorinated swimming baths
On wet grey Mondays..........................
poem by Lizelah Thaugally
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To The Hand Painter Who Goes Offline When I Go Online
i lied
when i said i like your painting
it is a pity
no one
buys it.
the truth is
what i saw in that canvass
was a man deprived of happiness
craving for
sex
but cannot simply accept
that his body
needs it
warmth is not all jacket
it is better
done with skin
to skin
inside a room where you are naked
and so private
with another body looking for that much
needed intimacy
in the middle of this city where
indifference
seems to be the mother of mankind.
i wish sometimes that you better
do a portrait of yourself
in black
and while
sketches
from a sharp charcoal
on a
very white and thick
canvass.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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New Warm Skin (demo)
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Heavenly sent
From the beauticians that pray
Here comes that face
And it's a textural treat
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New
Warm
Skin
New
Warm
Expensive to touch
It's a novocaine skin
Beauty; this beast
Is transparent and thin
This sun can be cruel
I don't want to melt
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
New Warm
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Contorted dreams
Of the beauticians that pray
Crawling out of this heat
And drifting this way
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
New Warm Skin
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
song performed by by Simple Minds
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New Warm Skin
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Heavenly sent
From the beauticians that pray
Here comes that face
And its a textural treat
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New
Warm
Skin
New
Warm
Expensive to touch
Its a novocaine skin
Beauty; this beast
Is transparent and thin
This sun can be cruel
I dont want to melt
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New warm skin
New warm skin
New warm skin
New warm
One fatal gift
Arrived here today
Contorted dreams
Of the beauticians that pray
Crawling out of this heat
And drifting this way
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
New warm skin
New warm skin
New warm skin
Is this a war?
Is this a god?
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Glass Skin
Another epidermis, a glass skin,
Layers over your body and we are
Separated. You're sheltered deep within
Glass skin.
Your paneled eyes have been drifting thus far
From what I see. When did distance begin
To draw you from me and into that jar,
That crystalline casing? Where have you been?
Why can't I understand your avatar,
Your transparent screen as it holds you in
Glass skin?
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Naked
'my family, my friends, my children, my wife...'
Have you ever tried to strip naked
i mean from body to soul
'my job, my country, my school...'
Have you ever tried to go naked
for the winds to blow and the sun to scotch
'my God, my religion, my pastor/preacher...'
you've got to try being naked
to lay out your thoughts and meet the truth
The world and all it's dwellings could belong
but try going naked for a day
and visit the realms of greatness
This is not madness but sadness
with which i beseech you to strip naked
and find the truth we've all missed
strip naked: put off the cloth of pretense
move out of the darkness of illusion
and come where naked, where the light shines.
poem by Timothy muggaga
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Ink, Allover My Skin
I sit here with ink allover my skin
dropped here by my dancing tears
tears that won't leave my skin
till the song has faded away
it seam each tear writes it own song
and in each song it sings
a feeling a melody of wanting pain
the pain I sing, each time i cry, in melody for you
lyrically leads to invisible ink stains
allover my tear soaked skin
what if you could see my love
in each and every tear drop
writing its only love song
would you cover me up and hide me away
be ashamed, or take me as something broken
but someone who you could love a new
Dancing Teardrops
singing allover my skin
poem by Verlecia fields
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Cry a tear
Cry a tear for the women of abuse
Cry a tear for those who abuse
Cry a tear those in broken marraiges
Cry a tear for everyone who feels used
Cry a tear for the teens of prostitution
Cry a tear for the teens on drugs
Cry a tear for teens under pressure
Cry a tear for teens without love
Cry a tear for the child of slave labour
Cry a tear for the child of rape
Cry a tear for the people who did this to them
Cry a tear for all those who hate
Cry a tear for HIV/AIDS
Cry a tear for destroyed homes
Cry a tear for the wickedness of suicide
Cry a tear for everyone who feels alone
Cry a tear for people in jail
Cry a tear for those who sin
Cry a tear for people who have lost someone
Cry a tear for those who cheat to win
Cry a tear for alcoholics
Cry a tear for people on the streets
Cry a tear for youngsters involved in crime
Cry a tear for everyone you meet
Cry a tear for abandoned babies
Cry a tear for poverty
Cry a tear for all the racism
Cry a tear for you and me
poem by Natasha Potter
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To Be Someone Else
She pretended to be someone else to me,
But the muse of love exposed her to me;
And now she is lying all day long naked on my bed.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Buck Nekkid
Two shots shy of a 40 ounce quart
A hand in the pocket and a hand in the shorts
Shoot me with two and don't be slow
Only got one good way to go
Get naked
Buck naked
Buck naked
It's the only way to go
Twenty six chicks, all tied in a knot
Ain't all good, but it's what we got
Get naked
Buck naked
Let me see you naked
It's the only way to go
Buck buck
I was feelin' so fine
And things were lookin' better
My baby said maybe
And I said I'd let her
Get naked
Buck naked
Let's get naked
It's the only way to go
Get naked
Everybody get naked
Buck naked
It's the onliest way to go
Get naked
Get buck naked, yeah
song performed by by ZZ Top
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Naked, Not Nude
The nude reveals her naked skin,
looking healthy, free and fresh,
but the naked girl will win
more attention with her flesh,
gaining sympathy for sin.
It’s the private revelation
of the feelings she reveals
which excite imagination
that the nude’s bare skin conceals,
Cheshire cat without a grin.
2/13/06
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Be transparent
Be transparent and remember
Presentation is the key of success.
Make sure you prepare yourself well.
Hot time ahead and do not take starin stress.
Drain dirt and put on clean cloth.
You would be popular in this land.
Go and test yourself
Be transparent be transparent.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Truth And Falsehood. A Tale
Once on a time, in sunshine weather,
Falsehood and Truth walk'd out together,
The neighbouring woods and lawns to view,
As opposites will sometimes do:
Through many a blooming mead they pass'd,
And at a brook arrived at last:
The purling stream, the margin green,
With flowers bedeck'd, a vernal scene,
Invited each itinerant maid
To rest a while beneath the shade;
Under a spreading beech they sat,
And pass'd the time with female chat;
While each her thoughts, the other feign'd.
At length, quoth Falsehood, Sister Truth,
For so she call'd her from her youth,
What if, to shun yon sultry beam,
We bathe in this delightful stream,
The bottom smooth, the water clear,
And there's no prying shepherd near?
With all my heart, the nymph replied,
And threw her snowy robes aside,
Stripp'd herself naked to the skin,
And with a spring leapp'd headlong in.
Falsehood more leisurely undress'd,
And laying by her tawdry vest,
Trick'd herself out in Truth's array,
And cross the meadows tripp'd away.
From this cursed hour the fraudful dame
Of sacred Truth usurps the name,
And with a vile perfidious mind
Roams far and near to cheat mankind;
False sighs suborns, and artful tears,
And starts with vain pretended fears,
In visits vain still appears most wise,
And rolls at church her saint-like eyes;
Talks very much, plays idle tricks,
While rising stock her conscience pricks;
When being, poor thing, extremely gravell'd,
She secrets ope'd, and all unravell'd.
But on she will, and secrets tell
Of John and Joan, and Ned and Nell,
Reviling every one she knows,
As fancy leads, beneath the rose.
Her tongue so voluble and kind
It always runs before her mind;
As times do serve she slily pleads,
And copious tears still show her needs,
With promises as thick as weeds -
Speaks pro and con, is wondrous civil,
To-day a saint, to-morrow devil.
Poor Truth she stripp'd, as has been said,
And naked left the lovely maid,
Who, scorning from her cause to wince,
Has gone stark naked ever since,
And ever naked will appear,
Beloved by all who Truth revere.
poem by Matthew Prior
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The Trade of Loss
Had there been
Any day eventful,
And the evening
With the journey long,
And I would loose myself
In the thick forest,
To find the route again
Consume the span of years;
Then I would feel pricking
Of the disgruntled desire,
And feel stifling close,
If the air
Would become annoyed.
Had there been
An ocean of troubles,
And with the desire
To swim across,
I would loose several ages.
These all bits and pieces
Are at hand,
But I am not the being
That I must have been.
I know not
Where will drown me,
My passive thoughts.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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