1979
I bleed liquid gold and slur speech in a cryptic code
my feet slipping on this twisted road
only the mystic knows the lone figure in the distance
no bigger than the sum of his enscriptions
or the extent of his conviction
I'll sip vitamin enriched liquid diction
and digest fiction for culture
song performed by by Jehst from High Plains Drifter EP
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Liquid Sunlight
fire shines through my liquid sunlight
thoughts of those I love hurt my head
and with another gulp I'll wash them
down to stop them spinning me around
I smell the scent of your bitterness so sweet
caress your body, caressing my need
the colours of gold that you show me
bleed into seas I never see when you leave me in
liquid sunlight...
timeless I walk on a tight rope
timeless I'd fall timeless I hope
senseless my wonders and liquid is my dope
but sense is no wonder so sunlights my hope
so shine on with me you crazy diamond
you cover what's real cause you are my friend
we'll stagger outside, are we on a, are we on a flight?
my liquid sunlight shining inside
liquid sunlight...
don't ask me why I'm flying so high man
don't ask me why I'm living a lie
ask me where and why am I laying
under the sun as the night is aside
liquid sunlight
song performed by by H-BlockX
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Liquid Depression (2)
Liquid Depression
A state of agitated depression
Now facing the liquid depression
Like a closed session
Needing medical attention
Making my agitated confession
Liquid depression my obsession
Liquid depression my only material possession
Years of oppression before the recession
See the expression of my depression
Liquid depression leaving a facial impression
At it's own discretion
Like a rapper at a rap session
And a singer in a jam session
Or a poet at the blog talk radio session
You can't forget the internal impression
The repossession of my liquid depression
It's a new life I'm now facing without question
poem by Frankie Stamey
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Time Ebbs Liquid
watch rain fall
time ebbs liquid
liquid sunshine
kisses blesses
earth embraced
whispers new growth
green liquid waves
roll across landscapes
sprout vibrant fresh
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Liquid Sky
I aint no romeo. Im just the man for you.
Holding out as secrets travel, they kind of get to you.
Everybody says that it couldve been something.
Never was a smart kid, never knew a good thing.
Always hearing voices swim ... in your liquid sky.
Liquid sky ... always hearing voices, like no more choices in disguise.
I aint no sacred idol or a saint pretending.
Ill build you up. Ill tear you down. turn you wrong side in.
What am I afraid of? everyones listening.
Standing on my soapbox, lost the beginning.
Always hearing voices ... swim ... in your liquid sky.
Liquid sky ... Im always hearing voices, like no more choices, like a lie.
Its just, its just liquid sky.
Im always hearing voices like electric shock waves in disguise.
I dont know what this means. Ill leave it for your interpretation. its just me at the edge ...
Everybody says that it could have been something.
Never was a smart kid, never knew a good thing.
Always hearing voices ... swim in your liquid sky.
Liquid sky ... Im always hearing voices, like no more choices, like a lie.
Its just, its just liquid sky. Im always hearing voices like electric shock waves in disguise.
Always hearing voices swim ...
song performed by by Queensryche
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Racism and the Culture Of Racism
We must be aware…..,
Of the Culture Of Racism….,
It’s a slur and a swear….,
The Culture Of Racism….! ! !
Can’t turn your back….,
On the Culture Of Racism….,
Or you’ll feel the whack…,
Of the Culture Of Racism….! ! !
It’s hard to believe….
The Culture Of Racism….,
That’s why we all grieve….,
The Culture Of Racism…! ! !
We must face the facts….,
On the Culture Of Racism ….! ! !
Cause we’ve seen the attacks…..,
Of the Culture Of Racism….,
It follows us all…,
The Culture Of Racism….,
But we must stand tall….,
Against the Culture Of Racism….! ! !
Can we control or stop it….,
As long as it’s been livin’….? ? ?
That’s the priceless question….,
On the Culture Of Racism…! ! !
poem by Trade Martin
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Liquid Depression (3)
I'm no exception
I'm owned by the liquid depression
Most people don't know
When I played my part
I couldn't depart
Broken hearted
That's when I started
Down the wrong path
I headed and never dreaded
The liquid depression
That kept me sane in this game
I would drink Jack until
I couldn't remember my name
I know it may drive me insane
Before I'm through playing this game
The liquid depression is like a thirst quencher for my soul
You know the memories I have to control
Liquid depression is my only hope for peace within
I can't control the thirst in my soul or the sin
I know it's a game I just can't win
Remembering liquid depression while
Writing prose poems in free verse
Now give me a few minutes to rehearse
Before I come up with another verse
poem by Frankie Stamey
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Montecristo
Hello my lover in Montecristo,
Your blue eyes have woken me up from my sleep;
And like liquid to liquid!
But do not delay because the sky is now very dark.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Discover
I used to stand alone
A civilization of just me
The only inhabitant
My mind
A culture of solitude
A lone figure
Crowded by the population
A culture of pretenders
A civilization of imitators
But the sky is never faithful
To the Sun
Mingling and twirling with clouds
So it came to pass
Under that blue sky
With white puffs of hope
That I met you
In halls
That no longer stand
A testament to time
A time of change
But if they stood today
Would we still discover
That some magic still does exist
In the dank corners
Where you hid
A lone figure
Much like myself
Would we come to find
That people much like us
Still come together
In those halls
That no longer stand
Where we discovered
Each other
Seemingly a millennia
Of love
Ago
poem by Alejandro Torres
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Digestive Darkness And Light
life is a mixture of light, darkness and truth
but are you digested on them?
digest what you see
digest what you feel
digest what you smell
digest what you touch
digest what you eat
digest what you think
digest what you speak
and you will be a truth by yoursekf
but but but but but but but but but
NEVER DIGEST YOUR DREAM
In the chain of being
Me and you
Breathing
In the chain of being
Being recharged under the rainbow
Burying its blue
In the blue liquid of the sea
Which is in fact a big mirror
Reflecting our images backwards
Left to right
(They never reverse left and right)
When our thoughts nervously break down
(They are still alive)
Especially when they become so blue
In the salty liquid of tears
They slowly start to become blue-green algae
In the salty liquid of sea
Our feelings
Are scissored by words
Until they become evidences
And our dreams
Are shackled by old chains
Of the same hate
Our wounds still bleed
In the shell of soul
You choose an angle of light
Created by the moon
To slowly step
From past to present
And back again.
I see your blue uncertainties
We drink water
From the melted ice
Of the moon
I still want to do
Something incredible
That can make me happy.
However,
I don't know any longer
What exactly I want to do
Anyway,
There's already nothing we can do
Anymore
Baby,
It's really nothing
We can do
But we can try
To understand
Who we really are
You and me
Chained in the same being
Near the blue of the rainbow
Waiting
The last sandcastle to
Irreversibly
Collapse
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poem by Marieta Maglas
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Vitamin
Im born
Im alive
I breathe
In a moment or two I realize,
That the sphere upon which I reside,
Is asleep on its feet.
Should I go back to sleep?
We orbit the sun
I grow up
My open eyes see...
A zombified, somnambulist society.
Leaving us as vitamins
For the hibernating human animal.
Do you see what I mean?
You stare at me like a vitamin
On the surface you hate,
But you know you need me.
Ill come dressed as any pill you deem fit.
Whatever helps you swallow truth
All the more easily.
And I wonder, will you digest me?
Into the sleep machine I wont plug in,
In fact Id rather die before I will comply.
To you, my friend,
I write the reason I still live,
cause in my mind its set the vitamin is ripe to give
Coming closer to another 2000 years
You and I will pry
The closed eye of the sleep machine
song performed by by Incubus
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Cleansing
Cleanse my stomach with the juice so partnered
With the juices of destruction, so self-destroy!
How did not the figure of speech alleviate the drug
So wallowing in your talking stomach of waste?
Saying the honesty is greater than food to boast,
And this is the spying of regretful might.
A saw is taken to wear the clothes damaging me,
Therefore we speak of the riches in our belly.
The belly aches after caring for you, and I am
Solid and liquid and gas, and all the fluids of rarity.
poem by Naveed Akram
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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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Twisted matter
Twisted faces, twisted emotions,
Twisted past, twisted present,
Twisted future, twisted hopes
Twisted preaching, twisted action,
Twisted truth, twisted lie,
Everything is twisted and twisted,
O Lord, where is thy twist?
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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A Tumult of Water
Water seeks a simple path, thoughtless
lines in the softer ground, a rushing
tumult of water and stones breaking
downwards and creating the face
of the drowning man, someone like this,
a to-be-ended, a lost, a water smacker
liquid runner, a dancer failing to bend
his feet to the moving ground, an unholy wetness
a face forced into a liquid laugh, no answer,
the shock of an obscene ballet
failing to contradict the rain and the salt
and the waves stopless and stopless.
poem by Leslie Philibert
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The Success Code.
Here goes the success code: be fit and never lose your feet... But choose your speech, don't go on your knees; and always give them your fist, else u lose ur seat... That's my opperation mode! The real success code.
poem by Darlington Chukwunyere
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A Cup of Coffee
I start my day with coffee as my friend
The beans so fresh, as it blends
Giving out an aroma, that wakes me up
I stumble to the kitchen and look for the cup
I pour some black liquid and sip right away
I just want coffee, to start my day
Then on the road I'm on my way
Coffee is my friend to make my day
Stuck in traffic, I loose my mind
I then sip my coffee and just rewind
I get to work with a cup in hand
Juggling with papers I can't withstand
The coffee at work tastes bitter and cheap
But it's better than getting caught counting sheep
All day long, I make pot after pot
Of black steaming mugs of liquid gut-rot
Tanked up on coffee, I face the day
Taking anything that comes my way.
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Bigger Poet
Religion cosmos divine truth revelation
God hell heaven and incarnation are
the big things small poets take on
The bigger is the poet smaller is the thing
charms magnificence tit bit and wonder
He writes on, the very common with
mighty observation, gives a model figure
on his speech: how daily the spoon steals
his dish, the rose in the heart with thorns
makes him bleed, delight hides behind
views just he needs to seek the point
here, he kills the cliché.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Dark Road Ahead
The dark road ahead goes
On and On
Till I can stand no more
I sit down by an oak
And start to drift away
Into the distance I can see
A looming figure staring at me
On a horse it rides
On the on going road
He rides on the wind and the owl
Hoots he's coming home
The figure on the horse sits straight
And has a silhouette of black
As I drift to sleep I can't help but
Remember the figure from a dream
As it approaches I fall
Asleep
But for many days to come
In my dreams it'll stay
poem by Taylor Scherer
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Balangaw (Rainbow)
One morning, I had a cup of coffee
By the window of my hut at Lahong
Facing North. I let the air evolve into wind
From my mouth to the surface of the vaporizing
Liquid in the cup, forming waves,
And then took a sip.
The heat and the taste bit my tongue.
Ouch!
The sky was partly cloudy; it was raining
In the West whilst the sunrise shone in the East.
I took a sip.
I looked up in the sky and was pleased to see
A rainbow painted on the Western part.
Mamang always warned us not to point our fingers
To the rainbow because doing so
Would give us skin blisters.
Papang once told us that there is a pot of gold
On each end of the rainbow.
I took a sip.
The color of the liquid in my cup was pale.
So was its sweetness.
Poverty and frugality are twins.
It came to my mind:
The pot of gold on a rainbow's end
Is the answer to this bland coffee.
I took a sip, the last sip.
I left the hut, treading westward,
Barefooted. Soft drizzle on my head.
Tacky quagmire on my feet.
I walked, walked, and walked
To Gacutan - I had seen one
of the rainbow's ends on this place,
but it disappeared.
Noon came with raindrops
Falling on my head. No shelter.
No food. No rainbow.
On a grassy peak of a hill
I waited for the rainbow to reappear.
Soft drizzle on my head.
Cold wind against my skin.
Tingling touch of grass on my feet.
Afternoon came with sunset visible,
Giving warmth to my shivering lips.
The rainbow! There! On the East!
I saw one of its ends
On my hut at Lahong.
poem by Sherwin Balbuena
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