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Canopy Of Broken Bones

I live under the canopy of broken bones
where my life’s demons lay,
sheltering under their scornful gaze
as night passes through to day.
Where the robbers of my soul
stand in mocking line
with claws that slash
the moments memories in time.
As darkness enraptures the night
the demons return
to the canopy of broken bones
to stare their scornful gaze
at my paradise lost
in the thunder of tormented yells.

poem by David Harris
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The Blindman

Here I stand with banners bleeding
staring into night’s dark secrets.
A world beyond the mortal kind
that has repelled its time,
where creatures from nightmares passed
gaze out to stare at me.

Here I stand my eyes awaking
to the prey of morning light.
Demons from their restless bed
rise for glory in this time,
but who will stop this wretched band
only the sight of one Blindman.

Here I stand with lies repeating
waiting for a spiritual time.
Crazed with glory’s mantle
the demons from the frightful night
begin to take their ground
until the moonlight strikes.

Here I stand still reeling
at the sound of silence bound
and there before me stands
a Blindman with eyes wide open
facing the dreaded demon band.
They stop and begin retreating.

Here I stand with voices cheering
across this empty battleground.
No more slaves to time we make
as our demons vanish back to air.
And the Blindman walks alone
seeing things for the first time round.

Here I stand with things ever greening,
no shades of darkness to dispel.
Watching an awaking dawning light
and a glow of new things growing
across the ground of darkness
where a Blindman spoke to the light,
and our perpetual demons fell.

3 September 2011

poem by David Harris
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The Two Trees

BELOVED, gaze in thine own heart,
The holy tree is growing there;
From joy the holy branches start,
And all the trembling flowers they bear.
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with metry light;
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night;
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody,
And made my lips and music wed,
Murmuring a wizard song for thee.
There the Joves a circle go,
The flaming circle of our days,
Gyring, spiring to and fro
In those great ignorant leafy ways;
Remembering all that shaken hair
And how the winged sandals dart,
Thine eyes grow full of tender care:
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart.
Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons, with their subtle guile.
Lift up before us when they pass,
Or only gaze a little while;
For there a fatal image grows
That the stormy night receives,
Roots half hidden under snows,
Broken boughs and blackened leaves.
For ill things turn to barrenness
In the dim glass the demons hold,
The glass of outer weariness,
Made when God slept in times of old.
There, through the broken branches, go
The ravens of unresting thought;
Flying, crying, to and fro,
Cruel claw and hungry throat,
Or else they stand and sniff the wind,
And shake their ragged wings; alas!
Thy tender eyes grow all unkind:
Gaze no more in the bitter glass.

poem by William Butler Yeats
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Denial

Live to die as blue rains without a bow in the sky - Why is the war hero the one, to slave a grill for you, gunless to a bullet which are made to kill, by your silver spilled spoons you are, the useless, that bakes my fries - Many mouths are left to be hungered, by your count to one, your own which you quite by the fill of scream, just because you are a fake, aswell, in your dreams - Sell your soul to the digital demons, the cast to your stone is a broken tomb, cracked inside the grave where your bones refuse to break, rot in the narrow which coffined the nails to your rusted marrow - Raiders of the dead will be by your side, to bash out the diamonds which you stuck to your teeth, you tried to hide but what you lost at birth, was the human pride, now is not the time to wolf a cry - Demons are real, unlike to your believes, when you die your prayers for mercy will be named, Denial.

poem by Unic Cjonr
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Liquid Depression (4)

Liquid depression how shall I compare thee
With the demons deep within my soul
You are not the only demon there,
I've many more, that you could not know

Though you share the same body and soul
It is my mind that you alone control
Liquid depression is only a materialistic possession
Other demons exist in the darkness

I have lost all control and I dare not to entertain
Obssessions with my soul, lost or not
I must keep them in the dark
Not force them to be seen

I am not all I appear to be
Sinner I was born, sinner I'll be
Demons keep me afraid
Can't you see, liquid depression

Keeps me free from the demons within,
That you cannot see and I cannot make flee

poem by Frankie Stamey
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Canopy

We all live under a canopy
of hope, hate, love and lies.
The canopy gets bigger
every day within our lives.
We walk through the world
each day brings new things
that come under our canopy.

5 February 2008

poem by David Harris
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Monsters of the Night

Inner demons who seem to rule my fate
for me I feel its far to late
for deep within they always hide
these monsters eating away at me from the inside

inner demons that scream
my thoughts some how not what they seem
monsters that creep out at night
Oh hell! ! this does not feel right

inner demons, please find another soul to torment
for me this torture is no longer meant
My deeply feared monsters of the dark
here no longer will you park

inner demons leave me be
my scary monsters of the night
I beg of you, please finally let me be
for my soul craves, needs the much healing light

inner demons, cast yourselves away
no longer do I want you to have any say
monsters who taint my soul to black
no longer will you haunt, for I will someday find my way back!

poem by Jill Ferrey
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Everything Is Broken

Broken lines, broken strings, broken threads, broken springs
Broken idols, broken heads, people sleeping in broken beds
Aint no use jivin, aint no use jokin
Everything is broken
Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates
Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts
Broken words never meant to be spoken
Everything is broken
Seems like every time you stop and turn around
Someone else has just hit the ground
Broken cutters, broken saws, broken buckles, broken laws
Broken bodies, broken bones, broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath, feel like youre chokin
Everything is broken
Every time you leave and go off some place
Things fall to pieces in my face
Broken hands on broken plows, broken treaties, broken vows
Broken pipes, broken tools, people bending broken rules
Hound dog howlin, bullfrog croakin
Everything is broken

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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The bones

nothing can be more dry than a piece of human bone
they steal the vitality from you even as you look

i stare at a broken 200 year old coffin filled with
all facets of skeletons; a jamble mass of broken,
brittle, sorry state of dehydration;

joints, ankles, skulls, and thigh bones
that had taken on the years to nowhere,

a stamp of desolate whiteness that
dissipates the spirit and gnaws at the heart
with its teeth of anguish

dont get me wrong, they are just bones and nothing else,
and they arouse no fear, no ghost walks with them;

death is like the bones, dry and empty, carrying
a whiteness so dissipating i guess that's God
telling us it holds no more life, merely broken
jigsaw pieces where no more dream can be put together

poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Everything Is Broken

Broken lines, broken strings
Broken threads, broken springs,
Broken idols, broken heads,
People sleeping in broken beds.
Aint no use jiving,
Aint no use joking,
Everything is broken.
Broken bottles, broken plates,
Broken switches, broken gates,
Broken dishes, broken parts,
Streets are filled with broken hearts.
Broken words never meant to be spoken,
Everything is broken.
Seems like every time you stop and turn around
Something else just hit the ground
Broken cutters, broken saws,
Broken buckles, broken laws,
Broken bodies, broken bones,
Broken voices on broken phones
Take a deep breath, feel like youre chokin,
Everything is broken.
Every time you leave and go off someplace
Thangs fall to pieces in my face
Broken hands on broken ploughs,
Broken treaties, broken vows,
Broken pipes, broken tools,
People bending broken rules.
Hound dog howling, bull frog croaking,
Everything is broken.

song performed by by Kenny Wayne Shepherd
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A Canopy Of Silence

The wings of night
few silently under a silver moon,
lovers gazed into each other’s eyes
as they walked together
under a canopy of silence.

The eyes of night watched
as they walked
and no murmur was heard.
It was if they were enveloped
within a canopy of silence.

The two lovers leant against a tree
entangled in each other’s arms
as the moon shone down on them
and the stars danced in the night sky.
They held each other close
under a canopy of silence.

poem by David Harris
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Diggin Up Bones

Verse 1:
Last night I dug your picture out from my old dresser drawer
I set it on the table and I talked to it til four
I read some old love letters right up til the break of bone
Yeah Ive been settlin alone diggin up bones
Verse 2:
Then I went to the jewelery and I found our wedding rings
Ive put mine on my finger and I gave yours a flame
I crossed this lonely bedroom of our recent broken home
Yeah tonight Im settlin alone diggin up bones
Chorus:
Im diggin up bones,Im diggin up bones
Exhuming things that better left alone
Im resurrecting memories of love thats dead and gone
Yeah tonight Im settlin alone diggin up bones
Verse 3:
And I went to the closet and I found some things in there
Like that pretty neglige that I bought you to wear
And I recall how good you looked each time you had it on
Yeah tonight Im settlin alone diggin up bones
Chorus.
Im resurrecting memories of love thats dead and gone
Yeah tonight Im settlin alone diggin up bones
Chorus (til end).

song performed by by Randy Travis
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Angel of Darkness

An Angel with Broken Wings,
Torn by the Demons that have risen
from the Everlasting Darkness below.

Falling further into Hell,
Forgotten and Abandoned by all
of the Angels that he Trusted.

Finally realizing the Painful Truth
No One has ever Cared for him,
His Trust has been Betrayed.

Two options are left for this Condemned Angel.
Accept his Demise and die an Angel of Light
or Fight and become an Angel of Darkness

He chose to become the Angel of Darkness
after replacing his White Angel Wings,
with the Dark Black Wings of a Demon.

Now he has Vowed to Kill all of the Angels
that have Decieved him with False Feelings,
and those who have Plotted Against him.

With this newfound Reason to Live
his Life now has Meaning,
As an Angel among Demons.

This Angel is finally where he Belongs.
Living with the Demons in the Dark Abyss
after being Accepted and becoming their Leader.

Vincent Toll

poem by Vincent Toll
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When I Stand At The End Of Our Love

I

When I stand at the end of our love
that disappears as if the flame
of destiny determines our feelings
then you trample my humanity to its depths.
When that which we see as holy does go lost
it makes my wonder,
if we can find a place somewhere
without any suspicion
where things are peaceful and clear
where we both are stripped from others,
where you wait faithful
with every word and deed a small witness
that our feelings did not change
in the glittering night full of stars.

II

In the glittering night full of stars
I saw you for moments
held you tightly
with passion that could not wait,
you were mine through a summer day
as if you eternally true
would only keep to me
your eyes shone pretty like the stars
but now you are not there anymore
to reach for me,
and our time is past and forever finished,
the song of our lost love has finally been sung
and in the evenings I see your eyes gaze,
in the evenings the memories flare up.

III

In the evenings the memories flare up
with shining eyes full of deep meaning,
that which was between us was no secret
and the light of it circled out to others
but another came into our lives
making that which was pure and noble
trampled, lost and full of woe,
twisted away from all beauty,
broken to many pieces
and with painful suspicion and prayer
I wanted to spare our love from destruction,
I wanted our relationship to be restored,
wanted to rescue the beauty in its fullness;
I had to accept your free will.

IV

I had to accept your free will
and the feelings that we had
was suddenly broken and finished,
even the way we did live
but now I know that love does sometimes fail,
even when it's seen as being eternal,
a person has sometimes got to experience pain
and heartache that falls like a lightning bolt
while that which was between us did perish
and I had to go on another way
that shines up to the highest heavens,
which God Himself sets out for me
and the break-up was your decision;
I wonder from where our love did come?

V

I wonder from where our love did come,
the feelings that once was between us
about the glittering eyes that met each other,
the beauty that almost was something Godly?
Somewhere that fire was distinguished,
was scorched, burnt to ashes,
you were infected by love for someone else
while you did leave me pain
and I wonder how your blushing cheeks,
the glittering fire in your eyes
could so easily catch me,
could bewitch me,
when your heart could despise me,
while that which was between us now fades.

VI

While that which was between us now fades.
to only broken memories,
into my lost ponderings
the branches of our spring is now sawn off
and the beauty did perish like it did please you,
with heartache that goes to the depths of the soul
and sometimes it feels as if this sadness goes wider,
as if these feelings go to other horizons
and the pain is like a falling drop
that in water circles out wider
and later the surface is without a crease
as it goes into oblivion
but memories do tell
you did once love me passionately.

VII

You did once love me passionately
with love in your eyes,
fire and electricity in every touch,
with the glory of rainbows
and now there is just scorn in your gaze
while I am a stranger,
while you are lost in the traps of life
and now you are wild like an animal
that preys and mangles and set selfish claims,
like a cat from hell that slyly steals upon me,
as if my love and tenderness does not count
as you sneak nearer with anger and destruction
but still life goes on at its time
when I stand at the end of our love

poem by Gert Strydom
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Egos Like Hairdos

I saw on the poster
my name was printed
just a little bit smaller
I can tell you need to stand
just a little bit taller
no one ever talks about it
but no one can disguise
the cloud of competition
that's hanging behind their eyes
there's more bad blood
in this bar than there is beer
and it's subtle but it still sucks
and I want out of here

we got egos like hairdos
they're different every day
depending on how we slept the night before
depending on the demons that are at our door

they told me you wanted to play last
every profession has its system of castes
so they reverse the order we go on
and then you stand at the bar
and you talk through my songs

we've got egos like hairdos
they're different every day
depending on how we slept the night before
depending on the demons that are at our door

everybody loves the underdog
but no one wants to be him
the press will fatten you up
and then they'll dig their teeth in
it's cool to discover someone
it's hard to support them
everyone is playing life
like it's some stupid sport

we got egos like hairdos
they're different every day
depending on how we slept the night before
depending on the demons that are at our door

I got my kitchen stocked
I got my door unlocked
there're no demons here
and I don't really care
whose name is printed in bigger type
you know I live in a world full of hope
not a world full of hype
I ain't no saint
I help myself to what I need
but I help other people too
y'know I sleep soundly

song performed by by Ani DiFranco from Puddle Dive
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Broken..... But Not Tearing Apart

many times in my life..... i've been broken
yet! i persist and stand strong picking up
those scattered broken parts, wishing to hold it
back in my hands

I have to be strong..... though at time i knew
iam weak to hold on, where i always i've stand
making the best stronghold to defend, of what
has been broken

my quest leads me..... to pursue what is beyond
the miles i step, for i know iam broken, deeping
and soaking my tears in your memories,
bubbling like a fountain of tears in the valley of
no return

my heart callous me to close every moment i
stumble, awakening my soul pushing me to be
strong and hold me to cool myself.... where i may
loose everything i cherish

be strong dear life..... life has to go on.....its not
anything else that lose your whole being, nor your
tears leads you to your grave..... your broken
heart is not all the way long to tear you apart

.....but it is just a beginning that you are strong...
to be broken again

poem by Antonio Liao
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Sticks And Stones

Sticks and stones, might break my bones
And words, shall never harm me,
I was told that story, when I was a Boy
Along with the birds and bees, I believe
So I lived my life, through that advice
That was given to me in my youth,
That sticks and stones would break my bones
And words could do no harm was true.
So I stayed away from sticks and stones
And tried never calling anyone names
But the sticks still arrived, in my life
And also the words of hate and pain.
But then I had healed from broken bones
And bruises and all the nasty cuts,
It made me stronger, then I thought longer
About the words of hate and such.
Because the words of hate, I couldn't escape
As I noticed them around everyday
Destroying ones soul, until life they'd let go
Or asking GOD for vengeance as they'd pray.
Sticks and stones had broke my bones
And words of hate had really harmed me,
As I look around, I can still hear the sound
Of hate, and belittlement, and bigotry.
There are still broken bones and nasty cuts,
As I see as I enter every day with a walk,
But doctors heal then, as they are new again
But the words of hatred never balks.
In my life I have made many choices,
And I hope with one I don't stand alone
Never to ever use any word of hate
As I don't mind getting hit with sticks or stones.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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The Promise

Johnny works in a factory and billy works downtown
Terry works in a rocknroll band
Looking for that million-dollar sound
Me I dont do nothing much,
I spend a lot of time alone
Some nights I go to the drive-in,
And some night I stay home
I followed that dream
Just like those guys do way up on the screen
Drove a chopped up challenger
Down route 9
Through the dead ends and all the bad scenes
And when the promise was broken
I cashed in a few of my dream
Well, I built that challenger by myself
But I needed money and so I sold it
I lived a secret I shouldve kept to myself
But I got drunk one night and I told it
All my life I fought that fight
The one that no man can never win
And every day it just gets harder
To live the dream Im believing in
Thunder road ...
I stay up every morning until it turns light
Thunder road ...
Theres something dying out on the highway tonight
Well now I won big once and I hit the coast,
Oh but somehow I paid the big cost
Inside I felt like I was carrying
The broken spirits of all the other ones who lost
When the promise is broken you go on living
But man it takes something from down in your soul
Like when the truth is spoken, it dont make no
Difference
Finally something in your heart turns cold
Yeah I followed that dream, me and some guysin the dead ends and all the
Two-bit bars
The night the promise was broken
I was drunk and far away from home,
Sleeping with a stranger
In the back seat of a borrowed car
Thunder road ...
Heres one for the lost lovers and all the fixed games
Thunder road ...
Heres one for the tires rushing by in the rain
Thunder road ...
I remember when me and billy, wed always say
Thunder road ...
We were gonna take it all, and throw it all away

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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The Bones Of Angels

Long shadows
Bright light
That falls to the front
From a darkness behind
There is no end
To this mountain top
Inside these stones
Only peace will we find
Inside out
We're all part of the stone
That makes up the mountain
And harbours the bones
The bones of angels
That showed us the way
You can feel them at night
While they sleep through the day
The bones of angels
The bones of angels
Together we will be
Forever we will see
I see you
And I see me
And the bones of angels

song performed by by Chris Rea
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Breakdown

In the coypus wake of darkness
demons from our dark side
invade our dreams portals
in hope to gain our soul.

Deeper into the darkness
they hide themselves in light
invading where they can
to permutated our being.

Our muddled thoughts confuse reality
as we tumble into the chasm
near the borders of madness
where our are demons are calling.

Abysses open at each step
hoping to have us tumble
into the platitudes of madness
to where our demons dwell.

3 April 2012

poem by David Harris
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It Could Have Been You

We were so close yet so far away
Id reach out, youd be gone
Moments that still talk my breath away
Theres so much more to life than loving you
You dont need me, no...
I...cant wait all my life, on a street of broken dreams
It could have been you my love (where are you now)
Oh i...still wonder if you remember the night
It could have been you
Time washes over, memories
I cant look back no more
Change has forsaken, our promises
Theres someone else for you to hold again
So please stop your crying
I...cant wait all my life, on a street of broken dreams
It could have been you my love (where are you now)
Oh i...still wonder if you remember the night
It could have been you
Remember, remember, girl I remember
I...cant wait all my life, on a street of broken dreams
It could have been you my love (where are you now)
Oh i...still wonder if you remember the night
It could have been you (where are you now)
Should have been you my love (where are you now)
It could have been you my love, (where are you now)
Remember...remember...remember

song performed by by Journey
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