Dance Naked
go to the burning bush,
and touch!
walk across the sea
that has been divided.
put your hand on the cave walls
and feel the etchings.
jump into the Mayan pool
of sacrifice!
sit among the unmarked graves
of soldiers killed in battles,
reading poetry to the souls
lost to the violent storm.
dive for the ruins of Atlantis,
for the memory before memory.
stand in stillness at Stonehenge,
listen for voices in the wind.
feed the hungry! heal the sick!
free the oppressed....
stand in the face of life,
bare your teeth, and howl!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Dance Naked #3
hold Thor's hammer in your hand,
learn from the annunaki...
sit at the feet of Plato,
wander the worlds with the Hopi...
draw swords with the samurai,
search for the codes of da vinci...
watch the times and the seasons,
and be hungry for change!
hold the beating heart in your hands
till all names are forgotten...
till all colors are one color,
and the language is blood.
sit beneath the tree with Buddha,
and understand time, past and future.
walk the water with Jesus,
do the Ghost Dance again!
take the hand of a hungry child,
take in the unwanted dog.
stand on the shores with the Irish,
and chant the waves in!
feed the hungry, heal the sick,
free the oppressed.
stand in the face of life...
bare your teeth, and howl!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Dance Naked #2
pull back the curtains,
tear down the walls!
open the forbidden door,
break the egg, and fly!
hold the child dying
of cholera in your lap.
wash the feet of the leper,
wipe the old man's ass...
kiss the cheek of the boy
who hung himself.
pick up the homeless man,
feed him, take him to a shelter.
clean the old woman's house,
help the single mom with her kids.
pick up the prostitute on the corner,
and offer to take her home!
take the gun away from
the boy strung out on dope.
take the preacher's donation
and give it to the soup kitchen!
plant a tree, plant a garden
leave your car at home, and walk!
give an illegal immigrant some work,
and pay him well!
read the Bible for yourself,
pray with people of different faiths.
take God off of the altar,
and be compassionate action!
feed the hungry, heal the sick,
free the oppressed!
stand in the face of life...
bare your teeht, and howl!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Your Heart
the burning bush...
or maybe Arthur's sword?
an unknown planet
where life does exist....
a butterfly in winter,
the Red Sea divided.
the mother of God
at the community center!
heal the sick!
help the poor!
stop all wars!
set free all those
imprisoned wrongly!
house the homeless!
be a father/mother
to the orphaned child....
stand arm to arm
in the face of prejudice....
all this, and more...
and i still cant touch
your heart....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Burning Embers
Fly through the glass of a window pane
fall through the sky feeling the rain
Walk on broken glass your tell-tale heart
Look through the bars of a dirty jail cell
soar to heaven dive to hell
Listen to your tell-tale heart
Setting fires in the ghost twilight
we see you dress we bolt with fright
You see an apparition disappear
Jump to the table, jump up the stairs
stand on the rooftop, looking out through the air
Walk on broken glass your tell-tale heart
Lenore, am I dreaming
How can death keep us apart, mmmm..
Lenore, I see you burning
And I'd walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
Heart
heart
Heart
heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
your tell-tale heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
Walk on burning embers
walk on burning embers
Walk on burning embers your tell-tale heart
song performed by by Lou Reed
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From The Jesus Papers... (Part Two)
'Follow Me...'
can i walk beside You?
i want to see what You do,
i want to be what You do!
i want to get my hands dirty.
feed the hungry, share what i've got....
heal the sick, listen with the heart.
not so much worried about calming the storm,
i just want to stop the wars!
stand up to the political and religious leaders...
i'm with You!
'forgive to be forgiven...'
'let him who is without sin
cast the first stone...'
'the kingdom of heaven
is within you...'
yeah, i knew that one!
'if you do it to one of the least of these...'
same thing! we are all joined!
sweating drops of blood, we've done that.
crucified between two thieves,
i probably know them!
thank Thee for this evening's walk!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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In The Wind....
darkness and light,
thunder and growl.
souls on the altar,
wings on the ground.
death and desire,
naked and hungry.
prayers spoken by eyes,
tears shed by hands.
Abraxas, broken windows,
both sun and the night.
murder and compassion,
theft and sacrifice.
clocks stopped by fire,
graves opened left bare.
snowfall in august,
bare trees mourn in wait.
and the voices, still the voices,
faces wearing names.
hands desperate grasping,
footprints left in the wind!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Every Soldier Has A Dream
After a war a soldier sometimes has to cry as dreams of those memories waters in the eye.
It's very sad when this world of ours goes to war.
Peace is the thing that soldiers have fought and died for.
With hands held in the air a soldier cries a bit but people are blind to dreams that do not fit.
Some people abuse this world but one day they'll find that they've lost their battlefields and they are unklind.
Lost battlefields and dreams with no victories won, following the forgotten hero.
Here they come.
They bury the dream because they cannot recall what it was that made the Soldier stand proud and tall.
Soldiers come from all walks of life.
Sisters.
Brothers.
Soldiers with many dreams seldom shared with others.
Soldiers who had loved ones and families back home.
Some soldiers are just children
and still on their own.
Honoured I feel to remember soldiers this way.
I salute them have I your attention I say.
Stand at ease,
fall out.
Sir nobody knew his name.
Dear God you know who he was our dream was the same.
Undaunted was the soldier in the face of fear.
No turning back.
Each soldier shed a silent tear.
But I wonder why no one hears the soldiers cry.
Listen today as soldiers go to fight and die .
Try to imagine the soldiers forgotten dream.
Keep the memory of what the Soldier
had been.
It haunts us today and remains here in our time.
Ghosts with forgotten dreams remain.
Its such a crime.
What the soldier fought for is what we must redeem,
as we look back and try to recapture the dream.
The ship's sunk and they say,
we're glad we missed the cruise.
Don't take for granted things in life we shouldn't loose.
When the battle is over and the dreams don't sit.
Every soldier must cry just a little bit.
By Paul McCann
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Cannot, Or Can I?
i cannot stop world hunger,
tho i've been one of the hungry.
i cannot heal the brokenhearted,
tho my heart has been broken.
i cannot put an end to prejudice,
tho there are many colors in my soul.
i cannot disarm the violent ones,
for i've been violent too.
i cannot put an end to greed,
tho i am a victim of its hand.
i cannot heal the environment,
that i've been a part of killing.
i cannot fill the cup of the lonely,
tho i've drunk from it often.
i cannot free the political prisoners,
that my apathy put in chains.
i cannot change the path of despair,
on which i walk, numb and faceless....
i cannot... or can i?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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To have a feel of my food
To have the feel of my food not just the taste of it in my tongue
I use my bare hands, the rice I fold between my palms the fish
I touch with my fingers, and then my mouth opens to swallow and savor
Just like you tonight, I feel you with my bare hands I taste you
With my tongue because you are the food of my soul and my soul
Feeds on you as you also feed on mine
We are bare all over, not just our bare hands
We touch we feel we lick we breath with our noses
On our skins, we feed on our flesh, we go deeper
Into our souls, our eyes feast on the food we lay in front of us
The lights of our eyes open in our room the festivity to a beginning
We feed on ourselves we are hungry & greedy & we are never full
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Poison
Help me
I'm in disgrace
Witness slow death
All over my face
Help me
Pick up my heart
Tell my friends
Wherever they are
Listen
They stole my dream
New corruption
Know what i mean?
Listen
Do you think i don't know?
I've got a face like metal
And a radio
Listen up
Listen up good
New man's fame
Is new man's poison
Stand up
Stand up and fight
Stand up i won't quit so
Stand up and play
Stand up
Stand up and scream
Stand up i won't run so
Stand up and lose
Listen up
Listen up good
Innocence
Is new corruption
Memories?
I don't need
A dead museum
And a grudge to feed
Memories
Rewrite shame
Rearrange the feelings
To ease your pain
Big lie
So this is the word
A needle in the back
And my voice unheard
Big lie
So this is the news
Radio lost
And i've nothing to lose
Nu voice
Said this is insane
I'm trying to learn the rhythm
Of the rule change game
Nu voice
I'm a clock with no hands
Someone said forgive them
I don't know if i can
Tell me
What did i do?
You'd think i'd sold perversion
To the son of god (who?)
Tell me
What did i say?
I don't believe that honesty
Pays
Listen up
Listen up good
New man's fame
Is new man's poison
Listen up
Listen up good
Innocence
Is new corruption
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Forty Days And Forty Nights
and it rained...
for forty days and forty nights,
till all was lost
except the memory of you.
even the world anew,
born with an ache,
and an absence of heart,
that dawn could not heal.
among the ruins and the rubble,
a solitary flower bloomed.
while the dogs of desire sniffed,
never picking up a scent!
even the walls of the cave,
mumbled prayers in a whisper...
and god wept,
while ants marched to destruction!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I will stand by you
I will stand by you;
Even if you go to the moon, I will follow you, to give you pills from the entire holdup you shall face.
If you go to Afghanistan;
I will follow you, to protect you from unjust acts and bomb blasts.
If you go to the North;
I will follow you, to protect you from the sun, knives, scorpions and also bomb blasts.
If you go to hell;
I will not follow you, for I shall take you to the first class castle in Heaven.
If you fall into a river;
I will not also dive in with you,
because I am too handsome and smooth in nature, to visit hell,
but be rest assured; that I will rapidly call out for help, to all the fisher men around to come and fish you out
Yes! this is because I have promised to stand by you.
But I can't remember promising to dive or die with you.
I will stand by you;
to make you strong and fit, when you are weak and falling apart.
Surely, I will help you find the lost parts of your health, and also turn the rocky part of your emotion into bread of life
I will stand by you;
to dry your tears and sweat, in your trying and crying times
I will never end nor quit in pulling you out of your pool of pains and sweat.
This I accurately promise!
I will stand by you;
even if I turn to dust or rust,
I will come form the heaven of the wind, just to sing for you.
Because you stood by me when all angels were nowhere to be found.
I will stand by you, for just being with you; brings might, life and success to me.
For this; I will always stand by you, my unquenchable light of joy.
poem by King Femi Oloidi
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No Shame
See me, I have no shame
Poetry's a losing game
Tongue in cheek, but it's all the same
Poetry's a caring game
My memory could be amazed
Yet it's been erased
I have nothing planned
My Brain could use a hand
Lines cannot be found
Please look all around
I'll get a helping hand
This Poem's a futile stand
Have I lost my mind?
Poetry I'm sure you'll find
Sometimes, can be unkind
By those who are unsigned
Just ignore the sods
Let them pray to their gods
You know I have no shame
Poetry's a funny game.
poem by Gordon David
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Taking a Walk on Memory Lane
Taking a walk on memory lane
isn’t all that gray.
Taking a walk on memory lane
I see the sunrays.
Taking a walk on memory lane
isn’t all full of tears.
Taking a walk on memory lane
I have no fear.
Taking a walk on memory lane
not a dropp of rain in sight.
Taking a walk on memory lane
Every thing is alright.
Taking a walk on memory lane
is where I want you to come along.
Taking a walk on memory lane
is where we belong all lifelong.
poem by Lost Sierra
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Quiero Tu Manos Por Todo Mi Cuerpo
If I could just touch you
Maybe I could breathe
But, because I can't touch you
It's like I can't speak, walk, or see
A look in your eyes-
One like NEVER before
It seems to just haunt me
Until I'm left screaming for more
If only I could feel you
For at least just a moment
Just one touch, one taste-
And, I'd make it mine and just own it
I promise one touch
Is all that I need
I'll then live off of the memory
Of that one touch-I plead...
But, if I do feel you,
I may crumble to the floor
I may extend a hand
And, beg for one more...
It is you that I long for,
As I desperately try to gasp for a breath...
And, I just need to feel YOU...
I now mourn your absence like a death!
And, while they try to bury you
Paralyzed-I fall to the ground!
I try to stand up, I open my mouth,
But, to no surprise-I can't make a sound!
But, I know that you feel it
No words were ever needed...
The memories they haunt me,
Like a button that's stuck, or a show that's repeated-
I can see you and hear you,
I feel the energy lighting the room
The darkness, the light,
A black rose in full bloom
I can practically taste you
It's the Laws of Nature we can't defy
You can't prevent it from happening
It's something that you just can't deny...
I know that you feel me
As I course through your veins
I could be the perfect drug
As I surrender-you hold the reigns!
It's a lust, and a longing
It's DEVOURING need..
It's obsession-I crave you
And, now you feel it, indeed!
So I reach out a hand,
You must embrace this fate
The air, it is thick
And, it IS getting late!
So walk with me,
If only one time...
Because you DO feel my desire...
Yes, we've cross that line.
© Copyright 2011 Nicole Settimi/Dark Lyric Poetry
Dark Lyric Poetry by The Dark Artist Nicole Settimi
poem by Nicole Settimi
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How Can Poetry Heal The Sick?
HOW CAN POETRY HEAL THE SICK?
How can Poetry heal the sick?
When the sick can no longer speak
The Poetry within them?
How can Poetry heal
Those who can no longer hear it?
How can Poetry be anything
When the suffering person
Barely has a mind anymore?
God has given us Poetry
A Great Blessing -
But like all God has given us
At certain times
It simply is not good enough.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Those issues are biblical issues: to care for the sick, to feed the hungry, to stand up for the oppressed. I contend that if the evangelical community became more biblical, everything would change.
quote by Tony Campolo
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Burnin' Bush
What does it take to show an illustration
Of the hurt and the pain of a nation.
One glowing look upon a ragged canvas
Tells the story of our past and present situation
That old bush just keeps on burning
Nobody seems to show they're learning
That old bush just keeps on burning.
I wonder will we ever feel the flame.
Our way of life on total exhibition
Shows the way in which we live of an
I'mperfect nation.
This tree of life so far from perfeciton
Share a little love to improve our situation.
That old bush just keeps on burning
Share the hope for future learning
I wonder will we ever feel the flame
Flow of light could really stand a listen
Bring the dark to the light
song performed by by Earth Wind & Fire
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A Yonder Thunder
There comes a time in everyone’s life,
just before an approaching storm.
They hear the yonder thunder,
with a warning for them there.
Some of us ignore it;
do what we must do.
Then throw caution to the wind,
to let it blow its scorn.
We stand to look at the thunder,
of the approaching storm.
The sky goes black, the wind howls,
with angry voices there.
We stand tall against the sky,
ready to face the coming foe.
Are we brave or stupid,
or don’t we really know?
The storm passes overhead,
and then the dust settles down.
Are we still standing tall,
or are we cowering on the ground?
We all ask this question,
at the yonder thunder’s call.
Can we face our truths,
or will we be among those cowering on the ground?
13 May 2007
poem by David Harris
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We Stand Together
(n. rodgers/g. smith)
Stand up, stand tall, and be counted
Divided we fall, together we stand, together
Our love has all never doubt it
Alone we fall, together we stand, together
When were playin the game of life
What we pay is a heavy price
If you choose the wrong path
You will lose, thats so right
Be prepared, you might have to make some sacrifice
I can feel we can make it
I believe, when theres no longer seperation, well succeed
Heres a chance, better take it
Time wont wait for us, everyone come on
Stand up, stand tall, and be counted
Divided we fall, together we stand, together
Our love has all never doubt it
Alone we fall, together we stand, together
Im afraid we will never learn
Thats why Im sayin Im so concerned
Turn around and look, this court is adjourned
Before we get beyond the point of no return
Leave us not be forsaken
Let me speak my peace
The pen is mightier than the sword, or so it seems
Heres a chance, better take it
Time wont wait for us, everyone come on
Stand up, stand tall, and be counted
Divided we fall, together we stand, together
Our love has all never doubt it
Alone we fall, together we stand, together
On the stage of a theatre
A production of all the feelings
That were feeling all surrounding us
In the words of a playwright
One is not enough
To experience the act called love
Called trust-called love-called trust
song performed by by Diana Ross
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