Death Of A Teacher
Thirteen years older
but hardly wiser
I return to my past
to find you
six months dead.
Still alive in this head
is memory of you
and our infamous
three days and nights
sustaining on
sunflowerseeds
and moonshine.
as we pissed the
hours & days
away
till I gave up
and went home
alone
to the biggest
hangovers ever.
You died
an alcoholic at
fourtyfive, and I
wonder at the
caurse of your
excessive
indifferent
recklessness.
Did someone
break your heart,
or did you just
loose faith in life
or yourself?
We toasted to
Night & Day
Black & White
Life & Death
Us & Them
This ones to
You.
poem by Carsten Thomsen
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Days
- Album: Reality
- Lyrics and music by David Bowie
Hold me tight
Keep me cool
Going mad
Don't know what to do
Do I need a friend?
Well I need one now
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
All I've done
I've done for me
All you gave
You gave for free
I gave nothing in return
And theres little left of me
All the days of my life
All the days of my life
All the days I owe you
With redeyed pain I'm knocking on your door again
My crazy brain in tangles pleading for your gentle voice
Those storms keep pounding through my faded heart
I'll play your sooth my sorry soul
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days of my life
(All the days of my life)
All the days I owe you
All the days of my life
song performed by by David Bowie
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Being Dead
They came to her to tell her that she was dead-
passed away in her sleep.
But, ' she retorted, this must be a dream
and cannot be so-
I'm not dead-perhaps still asleep.'
'No', they said, 'dead and nothing to be done;
acceptance not denial is what is requiews here.'
She felt her arms and said 'See I am alive, still here.'
'Illusion.' they said The dead always try to keep the illusion of life
because that is all they know
life is gone from you now, the book is closed.
'This is absurd; ' she said 'let me out of here.
I am alive, not dead and gone'
'There is nothing to stop you leaving they said, ' he said 'you can always leave life you understand is but a tree with death as it final branch.
She got up and walked to what looked like a door paused opening it gingerly blinded by a briight white, so she shut it again turning to face again to her interlocutors.
'What is going on where am I? ' she said.
They ignored her whispering among themselves finally facing her, one of them saying;
'We can give special dispensation and perhaps...'
She interrupted him, 'Special dispensation, what is that? '
'Well' he said 'you can go, leave here if you like, but only for three days and if…'
If, if what.' she said.
'in those two days you can walk among the living but they will not be able to see or hear you
and if you can some how communicate with them,
make your self feel alive to them
and they want you to come back,
then you can perhaps go back, go back among the living,
That will be permanent until you die again,
understanding, of course, that in time
we all die.'
Convince them? How can I do that if they cannot hear or see me?
'Well you can go among them, ' one of them explained
'and even though they will not be able to hear or see you,
your spirit will be present and that will be the trigger among them
signaling their desire for your return,
then that might make your return possible.'
'Not see or hear me, ' she said 'but how then will I be able to convince them I am alive? This makes no sense.'
'Oh yes it does. You have to get them to conjure you in their memory, wish you were still alive, remember you fondly,
wish you were still with them after all this time.'
'All this time? ', she said.
How long have I been dead? '
'Well now they said 'it has been over five years now.'
'Five years! ' she said incredulously.
'Yes five years.' he said.
'I know people forget, even loved ones can forget
you after five years, and they go on with their lives.'
'Yes, our point exactly, ' he said, 'then you are not only dead but not remembered, and being not remembered is true death'
Do you want to go, go back
understanding that if you fail,
your death will then be death true final test? '
She paused thinking how hurtful it would be
if she could not get anyone to conjure her memory..
'What happens' she said 'if I succeed and some one remembers me and wants me back? '
'That is the point someone can remember you yourself may not want to come back. That part is important.'
'And, ' he said 'you may not want to go back. If you do go back there might be loved ones who have moved on with their lives.'
.
'What about my husband, has he moved on? ' she said?
They did not answer.
'We can tell you nothing. These things you will have to find out for yourself.
Some, ' he said 'find out and want to come back here. Each is different-take your time.
She stood thinking about what to do.
To be continued
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Return
We find ourselves going home.
But isn't that where the heart is?
So half of us is not in the return
and that's what is amiss.
We now know just how it feels to be loved
in life's greatest way.
It fills you with a longing
to never have it go away.
Four days out of your life you treasure
and think sadly to yourself
that but for these four short days you've had
your life was an unopened book on a shelf.
You know you most probably will not return
to the family you have found.
But still you hide that in your mind
and look forward to your home ground.
So now you know you can mend all the missing parts
that your life's had.
And that in itself is healing
and helps when you are sad.
Return maybe?
maybe not?
but that's not the important thing.
Only the four days you lived is
what will finally bring
HAPPINESS.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Daddy's Moonshine Still
Folks say my daddy wasn't much of a man
For disobeying the laws of the land
Folks say that my daddy wasn't fit to kill
Oh and I know it was true what the people said
Cause we'd all've been better of dead
Than to live a life of shame and strife
Cause of daddy's moonshine still
My mama was always sweet and kind
But she grew old before her time
Worryin' about the way we had to live
Yeah my daddy put the wrinkles in my mama's face
He drunk his share of all he made
And just one more reason I grew to hate
My daddy's moonshine still
Chorus:
Daddy's moonshine still was good for nothin'
But to break mama's heart
And to tear our home apart
Make our lives a livin' hell
Them old mason jars that daddy made us wash
And set them out to sun on our back porch
'Til he got ready to take 'em up on the hill
And when daddy got word of the revenue
He made us kids help hide his brew
Made us swear that we never knew
About daddy's moonshine still
Yeah and two of my brothers drove across the state line
Once a week with a load of moonshine
And the wounds that came from that won't ever heal
Cause on a moonshine run one rainy night
My two brothers lost their lives
And oh my god how I despise
My daddy's moonshine still
Repeat Chorus
Well it broke mama's heart but she understood
The day that I left home for good
But I had to find me another way to live
Well I sent mama money nearly every day
And how I made it, well I'd rather not say
But at least it took me far away
From daddy's moonshine still
My bootlegging daddy was known quite well
And he made our home a livin' hell
And I ain't forgot it and I know that I never will
My mama finally died she just gave up
And daddy finally died from drinkin' that stuff
And bad memories haunt the rest of us
From daddy's moonshine still
Repeat Chorus
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Good Old Days
Oh some times I think back to when I was younger
Life was so much simpler then
Dad would be up at dawn
Hed be watering the lawn
Or maybe going fishing again
Oh and mom would be fixing up something in the kitchen
Fresh biscuits or hot apple pie
And Id spend all day long in the basement
Torturing rats with a hack-saw
And pulling the wings off of flies
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
I can still remember good old mr. fender
Who ran the corner grocery store
Oh, hed strolled down the aisle with a big friendly smile
And hed say howdy when you walked in the door
Always treated me nice, gave me kindly advice
I dont know why I set fire to his place
Oh Ill never forget the day I bashed in his head
Well you shouldve seen the look on his face
Let me tell ya now
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
Do you remember sweet michelle
She was my high school romance
She was fun to talk to and nice to smell
So I took her to the homecoming dance
Then I tied her to a chair and I shaved off all her hair
And I left her in the desert all alone
Well sometimes in my dreams
I can still hear the screams
Oh I wonder if she ever made it home
I tell ya
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
Let me tell ya buddy
Those were the good old days
Those were the good old days
The years go by but the memory stays
And those were the good old days
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Midsummer Nights
Rain comes down on a misty bay
Light on the water and shes coming my way
To be fair shes only wearing a smile
Ease all my trouble just by driving me wild
And like moon dont function without the night
We come together and shes hanging on tight
She makes me tremble like I never before
Bringing me up to keep me begging for more
In every hour to be, let me satisfy your heart
I can take the lonely days
In return for the midsummer nights.
Chorus:
We know the journey to a better life, better life
And we never to be letting go
You got to learn to be lonely to find
What youre living for
Making love on a midsummer night
I love those midsummer nights.
There may be one fool falling in love with you
You are the vision that Im hanging on to
Any world, any dream you can see
Is yours and mine if we just want it to be
Let me lie in your arms
Let me understand your heart
I can take the lonely days
In return for those midsummer nights.
Chorus:
We know the journey to a better life, better life
And we never to be letting go
You got to learn to be lonely to find
What youre living for
Making love on a midsummer night
I love those midsummer nights.
Making your love to me only
Running forever, Im following you
And Im not afraid
For every hour to be
Let me satisfy your heart
I can take the lonely days
In return for those midsummer nights...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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That it’s dangerous
That it’s dangerous
to travel alone
lots of people have told me
and I have also
read it in poems
and ask you to accompany me
to places where the night falls dark
and days that are sometimes without end
and oceans that are bluer
than anything that we know
to beaches that are soft, inviolate and white
which go past the horizon,
but more than this
I need you
as my comrade, companion
and life partner
to as pilgrims together
go into the wide world
so that minutes become hours,
days, months and years
and if at a time
we become refugees
from staying young
and life bit by bit
slowly pass away with time
I’ll love you
and you’ll adore me.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Eternal Love I'll never know
Your body lays in the coffin stiff as a board. I only knew you for a glimmer of time.
I heard you passed away the other day, my heart sank, like the day you left me.
Before you were gone from my life, now you are gone from this world.
I sit here and wonder where your spirit is floating now. I hope it will be pleasant and in a place I would recognize. A place where I could maybe wander and find you someday.
Your beautiful white face, that use to be caressed by the love of our Sun, is expressionless.
Just like the day you crushed my hopes and dreams of being with you.
Sometimes I feel like I've let those days go, and some days I don't feel alone.
Today I'm with someone new, years have passed us by, but I feel dead to her and life on the inside.
Maybe it's in my mind, so determined to be with you, the only one I let myself love.
Or maybe it's just a simple fear and I don't have enough courage to just let go.
This bond I feel for you is beautiful yet so sadistic. It has controlled me ever since that day, and I'm not sure how to help myself. Everything I look at now lacks color and is seen in black and white.
The angels are flying over my head, I'm lying here thinking of you in bed.
Your dark brown hair is spread through my finger tips, I can feel every crevice in your lips as I lean in to mend them with mine.
And now your dead...I don't know where you have gone, but search for me okay? Like I have searched for you. I'll know when you return, I'll know when you are there. If I could breathe the breath of life back into your lungs, I would. If I could give life back to what we had I would try. Because is those short moments, I've felt more alive then all these twenty five years.
You'll never find someone like me again, not ever. I know everyone says that when they are left standing in the dust, but this time it is true. I never had a human choice, but as if a puppet master above my head pulled a string, and my heart loved you.
But be still now my love, be at peace and rest because I have done all the wandering and anguish for the both of us for so long. I look forward to the day I see you, and my heart skips a beat one more time.
Because in that moment I'm jolted back to life, and I know everything is going to be fine.
And in that instant it's gone, it hurts me to feel eternal love I'll never know.
poem by Midnight Writer
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Midsummer Nights
Rain comes down on a misty day
Light on the water and shes coming my way
To be fair shes only wearing a smile
Ease all my trouble just by driving me wild
And like the moon dont function without the night
We come together and shes hanging on tight
She makes me tremble like I never before
Bringing me up to keep me begging for more
In every hour to be - let me satisfy your heart
I can take the days in return for the midsummer nights
We know the journey to a better life - better life
And we never to be letting go
You got to learn to be lonely to find what youre living for
Making love on a midsummer night
I love those midsummer nights
You seen the bad times without a doubt
I know you need me - but you couldnt get out
You build your heaven - itll never be home
In a place without love - how could you ever have known
There may be one fool falling in love with you
You are the vision that Im hanging on to
Any world - any dream you can see
Can be yours and mine if we want it to be
Let me lie in your arms
Let me understand your love
I can take the lonely days in return for the midsummer nights
We know the journey to a better life - better life
And we never to be letting go
You got to learn to be lonely to find what youre living for
Making love on a midsummer night
I love those midsummer nights
Making love to me only
Running forever - I following you
And Im not afraid
For every hour to be
Let me satisfy your heart
In return for those midsummer nights
(repeat chorus and fade)
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Daughter, Forgive
Her days were
Whole
On Mexican tile and
Daddy’s slippers
Ahead a full life
Days without maps
Years without provenance
Years and debris
Memory is debris
Clutter and fantasy
In black and white
In crackled sepia
Never in life color
The tartar of bad memory
Calcifies and becomes plaque
Becomes part of the finished work
A life nonetheless
poem by Guillermo Veloso
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Grey Hours: Naples
There are some hours when I seem so indifferent; all things fade
To an indifferent greyness, like that grey of the sky;
Always at evening-ends, on grey days; and I know not why,
But life, and art, and love, and death, are the shade of a shade.
Then, in those hours, I hear old voices murmur aloud,
And memory forgoes desire, too weary at heart for regret;
Dreams come with beckoning fingers, and I forget to forget;
The world as a cloud drifts by, or I drift by as a cloud.
poem by Arthur Symons
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Fate:
In this life I live with a feeling, deep inside stabbing and tearing.
My heart is empty, Black and torn. these days of pain are uncomparing.
i try to ignore this guilt and sadness, i cant shake this pain and feeling.
the days grow longer, the nights grow darker this feeling i have is unwilling.
i wish it free to no longer be but my past has left me a great memory.
This memory within tears me apart, i wish to erase it from my mind and heart.
the memory of happiness that tears me apart, i only wish to flee from this tormenting memory.
to flee and run to escape my fate that is yet to come.
I cannot stop it, no matter how far i run, this fate will haunt me till its done.
poem by Thomas Bevers
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Emotionless
Hey dad Im writing to you
Not to tell you, that I still hate you
Just to ask you how you feel
And how we fell apart how this fell apart
Are you happy out there in this great wide world?
Do you think about your sons?
Do you miss your little girl?
When you lay your head down how do you sleep at night?
Do you even wonder if were all right?
Were alright
Were alright
Its been a long hard road without you by my side
Why werent you there all the nights that we cried?
You broke my mothers heart, you broke your children for life
Its not ok but were alright
I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes
But those were just a long lost memory of mine
I spent so many years learning how to survive
Now Im writing just to let you know that Im still alive
The days I spent so cold, so hungry, were full of hate
I was so angry, the scars run deep inside this tattooed body
Theres things Ill take to my grave, but Im ok, Im ok
Its been a long hard road without you by my side
Why werent you there all the nights that we cried?
You broke my mothers heart, you broke your children for life
Its not ok but were alright
I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes
But those were just a long lost memory of mine
I spent so many years learning how to survive
Now Im writing just to let you know that Im still alive
And sometimes I forgive, yeah and this time Ill admit
That I miss you, said I miss you
Its been a long hard road without you by my side
Why werent you there all the nights that we cried?
You broke my mothers heart, you broke your children for life
Its not ok but were alright
I remember the days you were a hero in my eyes
But those were just a long lost memory of mine
I spent so many years learning how to survive
Now Im writing just to let you know that Im still alive
And sometimes I forgive, yeah and this time Ill admit
That I miss you, said I miss you...hey dad
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Senior Reprive
The days grow colder
Months seem like days
Suddenly you’re older
“Yet another castaway”
Life gave you great wisdom
The young refuse to hear
They’re too busy having fun
“Leave us alone” they sneer
The days grow short
Health begins to fail
Gone is life’s support
Blue skies grow pale
Your weary soul phones Grim Reaper
Death delayed? ? ?
‘Ole Reap” forgot turn on his beeper
poem by Ray Lucero
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I Fall I Cry But Again and Again I Try!
The life goes on
Things finds an end
Soon or late
Everything will end
Nothing and no one lasts to the end
Life never waits there
Till you ease your pain
Days run so fast
At once you'll find out the years have passed
And every dream of your just became a past
Today is your's somehow you have to find your way home
Tomorrow where and how you will be
No one can know
So live it the best
No one deserves to cry for them till the end
The one who hurts, destroys and goes
Never deserves your tears
Don't let them to take away your years
The life is more precious than the love
We live just once
How silly I was at the past
The life never stops there for someone's sake.
The life goes on and things change
The life is valuable so I have to change
I can once again find my way
No one is unforgettable i've learned it
No one is unresistable now I know it.
The life is more precious than you love.
I fall I cry but again and again I try!
And I walk to find my way once again!
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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You saved me....
I walked down a endless black tunnel.
I gave up hope and I gave up looking.
I wasn't truly happy.
I wore fake smiles.
There wasn't much reason for me to go to school.
I would walk for hours.
Hours turned to days.
Days turned to weeks.
Weeks turned to months of walking in my lonely despair.
After a few months I began to see light.
When i surfaced you were the first one to catch my attention.
You pulled me out.
You made me happy.
You gave me reason to go to school.
You brought me out of my lonely despair.
And for that I thank you, and I will love you till the end of time maybe even longer.
poem by Kendra Swan
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Design a New Life
Design a new life for the soul in your heart,
It came from the days and nights
Created by the Praiseworthy.
Describe to me your life if the day was night,
If this night was in black and white, your life.
You speak in many colours, any colours,
Yet you live in the old night, the black dark night.
It never changes from black to white, until the day
Arrives. This is the time for your life.
Tomorrow has come and become a day to remember.
It is today that existence has shifted like the sun.
Today, you can design the stone house, where your mother lives.
What is this stone house?
It is the life around us; it is hard to destroy it.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Heart Of My Own
I cant go near the scent of flowers.
I cant look at the sky.
I cant turn on the radio
And not cry.
I wont watch lovers holding hands
Or the sun sinking down.
I cant look at a single thing in this town.
You were playing a game and i,
I lost count of the days and the nights.
Do you know that you were my life?
Im tryin hard to find all thats left of me,
Now that you left me alone.
Tired of runnin away from your memory.
I need a heart of my own.
I have looked through every single book,
Torn through every poem,
Heard the words of every voice
That Ive known.
How can you have such a hold on me,
When youve already let go?
You must have more power than I know.
Woah.
You were playing a game and i,
I lost count of the days and the nights.
Oh, did you know that you were my life? !
Im tryin hard to find all thats left of me,
Now that you left me alone,
Im tired of runnin away from your memory.
I need a heart of my own.
You gave me heaven and showed me how to fly,
Then laughed when I fell from the sky, yeah!
[guitar interlude]
Tired of runnin away from your memory.
I need a heart of my own.
Im tryin hard to find all thats left of me,
Now that you left me alone,
Im tired of runnin away from your memory.
I need a heart of my own.
[repeat chorus]
song performed by by Richard Marx
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2 Weeks
14 Days left
336 hours
Until the end of this chapter
The chapter of hell in my life
2 weeks until I leave
8 hours a day
8 hours of hell in this school
Dealing with ignorance driven by people
Pushing back judgmental walls
After all 8 years in this prison
All I have is 2 weeks,14 days,336 hours left inside this hellhole
Now I can’t figure out what to do
Skip graduation, or stand on the stage and face the music?
That answer has left me then came back
In just 2 week I’ll be gone never to set foot inside again
In just 14 days I’ll leave and never turn back
In just 336 hours, my face will be erased from this place
2 weeks until I graduate from 8th grade
Why now, it must end sooner
In just 2 months I’ll be in high school
2 weeks…
14 days… 336 hours…
The memory of me will be gone
poem by Marcellus Watts
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The Abused Wife
She tried her hardest each day and night,
Waiting for him, to be afraid of his sight;
No matter what she said or did, it did seem,
He belittled and beat her, that was he did deem.
There were days when all seemed so lost,
He just said as he screamed, her bashing was the cost;
It's all your fault, cause you chose to marry me,
And now you will pay the price, this you'll see.
Whacking her across and behind her head,
Telling her, you'll wish that you were dead;
Pretending how disabled, oh what a joke,
What a rotten life he gave her, this horrid bloke.
The next week it was the bashing of her life,
With gloves on hand, her body was in strife;
He beat her till her body could stand no more,
For 3 hours solid, it kept on till she was sore.
There were days on end,5 days in all,
No food or drink given, now her waist size small;
Yet he did eat each day beside her to annoy,
Starvation diet he chose, you'd think she was a toy.
To think he said on their wedding day,
Darling I will love you forever is what he did say;
All she knows now is such pain everywhere,
And for that violent man, he doesn't seem to care.
poem by Margaret Haig
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