When the Bark is Torn she Suffers
When the bark is torn she suffers,
She’s breaking down to cry.
To watch her mourn is to question why,
Why it is you have no tear in your eyes.
To lament for her soul for it never will die
Would be an exercise in futility.
poem by David Lacey
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Alone And Torn
Stuck in a corner, or so it feels
Struck into dark, my light conceals
Snuck on past, past the repeals
Tuck my mind, depressing ideals
Searching for the will, alone, torn,
I depart inward, alone, torn
My greater jihad, ignorance would be bliss
Nigh is temptation, cast into a sinful abyss
Why is the question, one to reminisce
Cry out for help, somethings terribly amiss
Yearning for the will, alone, torn,
I emaciate away, alone, torn
Dazed by the truth, longing to repent
Fazed by my failure, inwardly I lament
Phased must be this battle, a battle of torment
Amazed if I succeed, I can't circumvent
Corroding without the will, alone, torn
I asphyxiate my soul, alone, torn
poem by Izik Alcox
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Tearing And Breaking
Tearing and breaking down
Tearing my heart
Tearing and breaking down
Tearing my heart
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
There goes my heart again
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
Watch my heart fly away
All the love that I have ever known
Came from the sweetest of hearts
Every time I was looking for love
I found it in you
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
There goes my heart again
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
Watch my heart fly away
All the tears you found in your eyes
I know that they were mine
All the love you were trying to disguise
I never could desert
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
There goes my heart again
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
Watch my heart fly away
Saw that look in the eyes and I felt so sorry for myself
I could've cried
Heard you saying goodbye and you know it felt so strange
Cause I know we'd tried
(With all the tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
There goes my heart again
(Tearing and breaking down)
(Tearing my heart)
I can watch it fly away
Tearing and breaking down
Tearing my heart
All the tearing and breaking down
(Tearing my heart)
There goes my heart again
Tearing and breaking down
Tearing my heart
Tearing and breaking down
(Tearing my heart)
Watch my heart fly away, fly away, fly again
Tearing and breaking down
Tearing my heart
song performed by by Phil Collins
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We mourn the death of the forest universal
The town outside my window moans.
We mourn not for the death of Industry
Nor for the ghost of the English gentle men
We lament for the stars that have been hidden from gazers.
We lament for dead rats trapped electronic cages.
Have we learnt nothing through the ages?
We mourn the death of the forest universal
We mourn the death of culture as media vultures
Prey upon the minds of the young.
Outside the rain takes its toll upon the pavement
Washing away the reminents of Autumns presence.
He awaits in hibernatuin, a soul ready for consideration.
I dreamt last night of a gleaming crown, An Angel
Came forth to say. ‘Embrace the child don’t shoot her down,
Make love throughout the day.
poem by David Lacey
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Futility Of Futility
FUTILITY OF FUTILITY
Futility of futility
All is futility-
In my lifelong struggle
To try to be
What I am not-
And it seems,
Never will be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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She Gets One Thought
Tangled and webbed into a vision,
take her soul,
the mission.
Watch her die alittle at a time,
she suffers,
you are fine.
With a smile on your face,
you look on her,
disgrace.....
She cries more and more,
the happiness in you,
soar.......
She pleads with her body,
to keep you with her,
you take, and laugh,
make feelings a blur.
While sick she beckons you to bed,
slam and slam,
not thinking ahead......
Wipe yourself clean,
her eyes glean....
How can you be so mean?
She goes to sleep,
complications,
you are at home,
no thoughts...
more manipulations.
The call you get,
about her death.....
one thought,
one tear....
was all she got.
When you find your soul,
forever she will haunt! ! ! ! !
Exercise It
Exercise the will to succeed
The will can successfully enjoy itself.
Exercise the mind to proceed
The brain has much in procedure.
Exercise the body and to bleed
Inside the layers of itself.
Exercise again and again, indeed
To enliven the soul for its task.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Breaking The Law
There I was completely wasting, out of work and down
All inside its so frustrating as I drift from town to town
Feel as though nobody cares if I live or die
So I might as well begin to put some action in my life
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
So much for the golden future, I cant even start
Ive had every promise broken, theres anger in my heart
You dont know what its like, you dont have a clue
If you did youd find yourselves doing the same thing too
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
You dont know what its like
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law, breaking the law
Breaking the law
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Tattered & Torn
Tattered and torn
Tattered and torn
Thats where my soul is worn
Tattered and torn
Thats when I was born
Tattered and torn
I broke away from me
Tattered and torn
I knocked me to my knees
Tattered and torn
I drink my own cells
Tattered and torn
A decomposing well
Tattered and torn
Roaches in my head
Tattered and torn
I become the living dead
Tattered and torn
Tearing myself apart from the
Things that make me hurt
song performed by by Slipknot
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Tattered and Torn
Tattered and Torn
That's where my soul is worn
Tattered and Torn
That's when I was born
Tattered and Torn
I broke away from me
Tattered and Torn
I knocked me to my knees
Tattered and Torn
I drink my own cells
Tattered and Torn
A decomposing well
Tattered and Torn
Roaches in my head
Tattered and Torn
I become the living dead
Tattered and Torn
Tearing myself apart from the
things that make me hurt
song performed by by Slipknot from Slipknot
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My dogs
bark at the neighbors,
bark at the UPS man,
bark at cars
and kids on bicycles.
they bark at the television,
the radio
and the stereo.
they bark at
the vacuum cleaner,
the dust mop
and the broom.
they bark at
anyone
who enters the house
uninvited.
and
when they’re not barking,
they’re sitting there
waiting
for something
to bark at.
good dogs.
poem by John Yamrus
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A Kiss Unrelinquished
A glint of light
flashed through her eye
flecks of dust too
floated there.
Words echoed in the air
and I could hear
her welling tear
howl like a sorrowful wind
in eyes which grew
narrow
from the question
which hung in
the thick gap
between question posited
and response given.
I was
a dust mote;
reeling
tumbling
flaming
speck
fl eeing
exposed to those eyes
now glistening
screeching
from where the soul cries.
Cornered there
in the oval edge
the exposed tear,
slid across
to the oval end,
the eye
narrowed it
to a slither-tear,
falling down
across the cheek bone
to the gray floor
in poor, dark light,
in a room carpeted
with unspoken words
and nuances.
A tear falls
in uncertain
circumstance;
mid-sentence,
amid vague meanings
and I
could not then
know my own answer
to her question:
“Do you think we should break up? ”
I started, hesitated, saying 'I do...'
pausing, arrested by that water-fall
in cheek-bone flight,
it’s watery oval quavering.
I had no time to think
or react
so swiftly it fell;
my melodies unhinge;
my heart slices;
my soul shrivels, quivering;
I am across the tiny space,
the fallen tear at stake
sentences to complete.
'Not want to'
'Not want to'
my voice said
touching close
the droplet
which now retracts;
its meaning
transformed
in origin-
now un-crying.
'My soul can not stand, '
I said, 'to see the eyes
I love
grow
tears.'
There is nothing
more intimate
than tears shed,
retrieved
and shared;
touched by finger-tips;
There is no longer time
than time trapped
between
I love you
and I love you not;
no kisses sweeter
than those
which remain;
unrelinquished.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Tear Drops Of An Angel
the parts in the () are talking...its a song
(Hello,
Wait what,
Slow down,
I cannot understand you,
Why are you crying?)
I guess it was better you found out now,
I could not keep on living this lie,
You were the first girl.
Stop crying, dear,
Your tear drops are flying, dear,
They are drying, dear,
You are dieing, dear.
Tear drops of an angel,
The sweetest cry I can hear,
Stop your crying now dear,
For my heart, you are shattering.
Tear drops of an angel,
The darkest curse of my heart,
Crimson tears fall from your eyes,
Breaking me with each drop.
Tear drops of an angel…
Tear drops of an angel…
Tear drops of an angel…
I am sorry I cheated, dear,
It was a weakness, dear,
It was my fault, dear,
A sin of the flesh, dear.
Tear drops of an angel,
The sweetest cry I can hear,
Stop your crying now, dear,
For my heart, you are shattering.
Tear drops of an angel,
The darkest curse of my heart,
Crimson tears fall from your eyes,
Breaking me with each drop.
Tear drops of an angel…
Tear drops of an angel…
Tear drops of an angel…
poem by Evan Skora
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Stanzas
I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me,
There's nothing lovely here;
And doubly will the dark world grieve me,
While thy heart suffers there.
I'll not weep, because the summer's glory
Must always end in gloom;
And, follow out the happiest story -
It closes with a tomb!
And I am weary of the anguish
Increasing winters bear;
Weary to watch the spirit languish
Through years of dead despair.
So, if a tear, when thou art dying,
Should haply fall from me,
It is but that my soul is sighing,
To go and rest with thee.
poem by Emily Jane Brontë
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Watch Closely Now
Watch closely now
You'll observe a curious exchange of energy
Are you a figment of my imagination
Or I one of yours?
Watch closely now - are you watching me now?
Your eyes are like fingers
They're touching my body and arousing my soul
Ridin' the passion arisin' inside me
How high can I go?
You're comin' with me girl
I'm gonna show you how
When it's scary, don't look down
Watch closely now - are you watching me now?
I see the hunger arise in your eyes and it's a-urging me on
Higher and harder and faster and farther
Than I've ever gone
You're comin' closer lady
Don't ya leave me now
We're gonna make it
Don't look down
Maybe I'm takin' me too many chances
With no net at all
Maybe I'll teach you at least that
You've got to be free when you fall
Watch closely now - are you watching me now?
I'm the master magician, who's setting you free
From the lies you've been told
When they're breaking your back
Bring your last straw to me
I turn straw into gold
I'm gonna need you later
When you're not around
But I can take it
Don't look down
Watch closely now
Are you watching me now?...
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Crybaby
Cry to me, those were your very words
You said cry to me, cry to me
There you stood, laughing at my tears
You said, silly boy, forget your childhood fears
But you dont realize how strange it makes me feel
Now were exchanging parts
Stop, youre breaking my heart
Whos the crybaby now
Cry to me, cry to me, youre the crybaby now
Cry to me, cry
Whos the crybaby, whos breaking my heart
Lie to me, you know that I know you too well
So dont you lie to me, lie to me
I watch you from afar, crying up your sleeve
When they turn away,
So theyll still believe you dont need no one
But Im the only one that sees how youre torn apart
Stop youre breaking my heart
Whos the crybaby now
Cry to me, cry to me, youre my crybaby now
Cry to me, cry to me, whos the crybaby now
Cry to me, cry to me, youre my crybaby now
Whos the crybaby, whos breaking my heart
So what can you say now
What can you feel
When youve got a heart made of leather and steel
And you wont break down
You took self defense and turned it into art
Stop, youre breaking my heart
Come on
song performed by by Utopia
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Stanzas
I'll not weep that thou art going to leave me,
There's nothing lovely here;
And doubly will the dark world grieve me,
While thy heart suffers there.
I'll not weep, because the summer's glory
Must always end in gloom;
And, follow out the happiest story—
It closes with a tomb!
And I am weary of the anguish
Increasing winters bear;
Weary to watch the spirit languish
Through years of dead despair.
So, if a tear, when thou art dying,
Should haply fall from me,
It is but that my soul is sighing,
To go and rest with thee.
poem by Emily Brontë from Poems by Currer, Ellis, and Acton Bell (1846)
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So, it becomes an exercise in futility if you write something that does not express the film as the director wishes. It's still their ball game. It's their show. I think any successful composer learns how to dance around the director's impulses.
quote by Danny Elfman
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Insurrection
insurrection...
or just the pot boiling over,
the plant breaking through the gound,
the leaf bursting from the bud,
the wind breaking down the door.
light breaking through the darkness,
the body breaking free of bonds.
the spirit breaking from the body,
the truth breaking from the silence.
hope breaking from despair,
caring breaking from the calloused....
the individual breaking from the crowd.
the many breaking from the few,
the man breaking from enslavement.
the pot boiling over...
be careful!
you'll burn your hand!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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To Laugh Or To Weep
When the night was swamping him
with epileptic frame
he was walking without limbs.
The awakening was painful.
Drinking his own blood
breaking his own bones.
This largesse was tempting.
No guaranteed death,
you will live with grenades.
Grief was priceless.
Only nightingale will exercise
for the fallen miracles.
He declared at incendiary pyre
to become a phoenix
which never was.
It was an ethical question
to laugh or to weep.
Man was made unmade.
poem by Satish Verma
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Tear Drops Of Joy
Tear dropp of joy when a baby is bron
Tear dropp of joy when your mother and father tell you that they love you
Tear dropp of joy when my boyfriend bring me a dozen of roses
Tear dropp of joy when I see two people holding hands
Tear drops of joy when all the family come over for a sunday dinner
and I stand back and watch everyone enjoy every one
A Tear come down with joy.....
poem by Valentine White
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