Rain (That Never Comes)
revolution,
sexual desire,
holy anger,
the sparrow carved
from a dead tree.
tongue burnt,
the fist and the open hand...
touching the sky
with fingers in the dirt.
kissing, brown leaves,
smoke, an open window.
death, and hunger,
the glass broken,
trembling hands....
raw need, lips bleeding,
hearts wrapped in wheels.
thunder, the taste of lightning,
and rain that never comes!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Trembles Your Thoughts
i am the brown skinned lover,
sweat wrapped in shadow.
the window left open,
the latch broken by desire.
i am the turpentine taste
of the dangerous and forbidden.
i am the graveclothes left
by the door to your room.
i am the rabid dog,
howling against the wind.
i am the moment before
the storm tears down the house.
i am hunger sharpened
by the loss and the fury.
i am legs uncrossed,
quivering and damp!
i am love dares the bullet,
and taunts the noose.
i am the shackles broken,
the sinews of deep want!
i am the heart, the tongue,
the fingers, and the plow...
waiting for the moon to light
the field too long untouched!
i am the beard of eros,
and the pipe of beauty.
i hum the song
that trembles your thoughts!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Thought Forgotten
rain swept branches strewn,
small testaments of living.
frail egos broken
in morning sunlit pieces.
of such is life...
hands made of flesh
building hearts.
storms come unannounced,
and forever shattered.
the rain soaks the embers,
a thin wisp of smoke.
stirred by the stick of time,
praying for flame.
are we then fire,
or just smoke?
smalls branches clinging
to the tree...
lightning in the distance,
or hearts made of thunder?
buds on the broken branch,
or the fleeting instant
of the storm's fury?
all of these, or something else,
or a thought forgotten
by a lonesome God?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Hope Is An Open Window
(christopher ward/tim tickner/diana ross)
Are we not more than hunger and music
Are we not more than harlequins and horns
Are we not more than color and drums
Are we not more than anger and dance
Give me courage so I can spread it over my face and mouth
Give me courage, give me courage
Give me courage, give me courage
I walk these city streets see the people there
Look into the eyes of quiet despair
And the faces tell a story that words never can
And it falls to everyone of us to try and understand
Out of kindness
One act of grace makes the world we walk a better place
Hope is an open window
Love an open door
To reach out for each other
Is what we came here for
Through an open window
We can see the way
If we hold on to each other, every day
We build walls of suspicion with bars of fears
Tell ourselves well be safe in here
I know more brings us together
Than keeps up apart
First we got to tear down these walls within our hearts
We might be strangers, we can be friends
You and I we both need to let somebody in
Hope is an open window
Love an open door
To reach out for each other
Is what we came here for
Through an open window
We can see the way
If we hold on to each other, every day
Give me courage so I can spread over my face and mouth
We are secret rivers with shaking hips and crests
Come awake in our thunder so that our eyes can see behind trees
Give me courage so I can spread over my face and mouth
Give me courage, give me courage
Give me courage, give me courage
Hope is an open window
Loves an open door
To reach out for each other
Is what we came here for
Through an open window
We can see the way
If we hold on to each other, every day
Hope is an open window
Love an open door
Gotta be there for each other
Is what we sent here for
Through an open window
We can find a way
To love one another
Hope is an open window
Love an open door
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Clouds Make Love....
yours lips wet with desire,
tremble the flame....
curtains shout,
and seas divide!
while rain drenched leaves
tempt the wind with touch,
as small children play
hide-and-seek in the shadows.
time burns the edge
of page and thought,
armies disperse, abandoning cars.
rainwater stands in half empty pots,
your hands open and close.
the tongue wrapped around
the butterfly's wings,
heat waves lap at unknown shores.
your breasts rise and fall,
be it dream, or want...
while thunder rolls,
and clouds make love!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Rain, Rain, Come Today
Rain, Rain, come today
I want to feel your painful stabs against my skin.
I want to taste your sweet red kiss upon my lips.
Allow the Angels of evil to cry a shower of blood upon the broken glass of my glory.
Allow your blackened, cutting blows to leave me tired and hated in my dying soul of death and desire.
Rain, Rain, come today
Send your charming, left out, rain of fire to burn my heart.
Allow your depressed demons to leave me slashed, broken, and bleeding a river of pain and sorrow.
Rain, Rain, come today
Send me a refreshing night of silence.
Keep me from finding love but leave me with an objective to find pain and sweet rage and revenge.
Rain, Rain, come today
Give me a Friday night of cutting glass and painful showers of destruction.
Send me a demon to do my bidding in the weary and stormy nights of a new dimension, in which people are feeling proud, passion, desire, and love.
As couples kiss and refresh themselves with the sweet taste of cold, clear, smooth, and wet rain.
Rain, Rain, Come Today
poem by Jade DragonHeart
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You in your closed bleeding hands
The palm that closes
Cannot hold anything
Just like this narrow mind
Unable to grapple with
What is newly given
I see your fingers are closed
I tried to tickle you so they may open
I tried to tell you something puzzling
You closed your fingers some more
What is it that you are hiding there?
It is causing you so much pain
Your hands bleed, please open them
Is it the nail? Is it a broken glass?
You are not nodding still
Is it something so important?
That even with death you still refuse?
You are not nodding still
You shake your head, you keep mum
And numb to what I am asking
So be it, close your fingers
Hide the lines in your palms
Let your hands bleed some more
We shall wait what happens next
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Kissing’s value
Kissing is an intimate expression
Enacted in any sexual encounter.
Kissing is an innate operation
Employed in all corporal intimacies.
Lip-locking and tongue plugging are the two
That distinguish themselves from others.
They connect the psyches of man and woman
And help then feel about theirs souls’ oneness.
Locked by their lips, plugged by their tongues,
The couple will derive a sensation
That sublimates the sensation they get
When they entangle themselves in mating.
When he thrusts open her lips and pierces
His tongue and when she gets hold of his tongue
He will his tongue as his organ
And she, her mouth as her lower mouth.
The kiss compensates the denial of sex.
The kiss promotes the interests of sex.
It gives instant satisfactions to the pairs
Who are forbidden to entertain sex.
The stigma attached to kissing gone
And its acceptability risen,
Liberality of kissing will take
Care of perverts of sex in their void.
27.12.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Sound... (Of Wings Departing)
if i pick the petals of your lips,
and bathe inside your hair.
if my tongue travels the map
of your lost desire,
and my soul whispers to your shadow.
if i cling to you till two become one,
and then open my hands, will you fly?
if i drink your wetness both deep and long,
and clothe your stillness with passion....
if i kiss your anger with burning pulse,
and name each empty chamber.
will you remember that the sparrow came?
or at least the sound of wings departing?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Smallest Things
the small print
of a cat's paw on
your trembling lips,
stopped the tears,
and the roar of hunger
in the tiny bud opening.
the tongue that gropes
for a dropp of rain...
seed wrapped in dirt,
that sunlight,
and turning set free.
the smallest things,
bring form to shadow.
it is in the smallest things
that we find the immortal!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Watching The Flowers
i open the window
and look out to the garden below
the rain just stopped
and every leaf had the share of the
morning shower
dewy, each leaf smiles
each flower opens each petal anticipating
the sun
fingers of sunlight arrive
and there is touching and hugging
and kissing
light to dew to leaves
flowers to the rays of the sun
such a joy
like an early morning chat with a friend
you haven't had a talk for days
and you discuss
social studies
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Love The Thunder
When you look over your shoulder
And you see the life that youve left behind
When you think it over do you ever wonder?
What it is that holds your life so close to mine
You love the thunder and you love the rain
What you see revealed within the anger is worth the pain
And before the lightning fades and you surrender
Youve got a second to look at the dark side of the man
You love the thunder and you love the rain
You know your hunger like you know your name
And I know you wonder how you ever came
To be a woman in love with a man in search of the flame
Draw the shade and light the fire
For the night that holds you and calls your name
And just like your lover, knows your desire
And the crazy longing that time will never tame
You love the thunder and you love the rain
You know your hunger like you know your name
I got your number if its still the same
You can dream
But you can never go back the way you came
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Black Thunder
black thunder/ broken pieces, tired eyes.
church bells silent ringing, crow feet scarred pillows.
small children walking, without tongues praying,
wagon wheels bogged down in sand.
black thunder/ second hand lives, worn out lies.
dead soldiers mournful singing, borrowed tomorrows.
blind mouths moving, talking without saying,
unlit rooms forged by fugitive hands.
black thunder/ pregnant women without faces.
waves lapping orphan feet, ships lost in the storm.
refugee stars lost in unmarked skies,
an old tree dying rotting on the ground.
black thunder/ families disappearing without traces.
trash blown deserted streets, old men waiting to be born.
molded crucifixes, covered with flies,
clouds chant scriptures without a sound.
(guns silent weeping,
angels prayerful sweeping.
dreams born dying, dreams unfolding,
looking without seeing, touching without holding.)
black thunder/ hungry barefoot ghosts whisper.
priests covered in blood, empty windows open.
tiny infinities wrapped in colored matchsticks,
nowhere standing lost by the road.
black thunder/ brothers burying virgin sisters.
dialogue without talking, homeless heroes smoking.
ants' prophecies well hidden, time worn bricks,
strangers huddled against the cold.
black thunder/ salvation starved borrowed clothes.
smoke charred walls, forever dripping to the floor.
flesh tokens paid, lifetimes yet unforgiven,
candles dressed in cemetery suits.
black thunder/ nobody cares, nobody knows.
horses stomping stalls, doors open to doors.
while the dead barter for the living,
with bayonets and religious boots....
black thunder!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Memories Are Like an Open Window
Memories are like
An open window
Keep coming
Throughout the life
Bringing the past
In front of you
Good ones make
You nostalgic
Giving a feeling of
Cool soothing breeze
Touching your face
Bad ones you do not
Like to remember
They leave a bad taste
In the mouth
You feel like
Being burnt in hot sun
Memories
Cannot be avoided
Sometimes bring smile
Sometimes agony
What may come?
You cannot close
The doors of
Your memory window
They remain open
As long as you live
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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March Mornings
It sings to me
- the tree, the window tree.
Its leaves open as melodies
to the sheen of Spring.
It speaks to me
its words of green,
says now is the time
for everything.
It fills my dreams
with hopes and things,
making me believe
in what is yet to be.
The tree, the window tree,
brings the birds to me.
Songs come fluttering,
sliding on sun beams.
It dances the breeze,
smiles for me
on mornings like these
- absolutely free.
It sings to me
- the tree, the sweetgum tree.
Its leaves open as memories,
like love to me.
poem by W.I. Stoneberger
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Handprints On The Knob!
bound and cuffed,
i break through
the paper veil
surrounding your body,
and lap at your heart
with my tongue.
you broke the sparrow's wings,
yet he flies with the memory
of flight and pure desire!
you speak softly,
and the waves are stilled.
even the moon
loses it's grip!
small children draw your image
in the dirt with holy fingers,
and whisper, 'mother'!
the rats in the alley
stop in silent prayer.
broken windows mourn
for the wind!
your lips on the horn
of my being blow,
the demons dance like monkeys,
for nickels and dimes.
rain begins to fall...
even god is weeping.
and the handprints on the knob
burn history into
the moments of choice.
perhaps that is all we are,
or can be...
moments of choice,
handprints on the knob!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Forgive Her, She Knows Not What She Does
You are anger now and have
become anger through anger.
The tight-lipped woman blowing
smoke into my lungs
and soul. It’s foggy now
and sits silently inside me.
You are what I hate and what
I love, a cloud that hints at rain
but never does, a woman with
two mouths and two hearts
to match them, growing
always growing, a small tree
inside me where leaves fall.
Seasons change dear, but the tree’s
still there and so to the anger
quiet as a virgin bullet, I cannot
chop it down myself before
it pushes out and through
eyes, a nose, and a branch splits
the tongue and there’s a knot
growing into a hard heart. You
are the axe, the down swing, the
feeling of letting go, the burning
fire that ate up the anger
in the night.
poem by Ben Paynter
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Judgement Day
(coverdale/vandenberg)
The night is gone,
The time has come
To find a new day has begun,
An it promises to stay
To soothe the pain of wasted years
An kiss away the bitter tears
A love to light the way
And from the darkness
Comes a smile,
That reaches out for many miles,
Touching everyone.
No more shadows of the past,
Your spirit free to fly at last,
Shining in the sun
Like the rolling thunder,
I feel the power of love,
Its a gift from heaven
And the lord above
We walk toward desire,
Hand and hand
Through fields of fire
With only love to light the way
On the road to judgement day
Take it easy, take it slow,
Ill take you anywhere you wanna go,
Places never seen before
cause I love you, an I need you,
Ill do my best to please you,
My love can open any door
When you hear the thunder
In your darkest night,
Ill be there to hold you
When the lightning strikes
So dont you worry,
You can ease your mind
cause well be dancing
At the end of time
Who loves you, who needs you,
Wholl do his best to please you,
I love you, I need you
Ill get down on my knees
We walk toward desire,
Hand and hand
Through fields of fire
With only love to light the way
On the road to judgement day
So dont you worry, baby
On the road to judgement day
Who loves you, who needs you
On the road to judgement day
So I love you, and I need you
My love can open any door
My love can open any door...
song performed by by Whitesnake
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Follow (I Am The Flute)
i follow...
the hoot of the owl,
the smoke that leads
to the fire.
the hollow of the hand,
to the hard and the soft.
the salt of the sea
to the dark and murky unknown.
the erection and the breast,
to the womb that creates.
lightning to the thunder,
and thunder to lightning.
the hammer to the nail,
the bullet through the barrel.
the spirit through the book,
back to the tree in the forest.
the body to the grave,
the universe back to dust.
i follow...
the sound of the flute,
till i come to see...
that i follow nothing,
and no one at all!
for i am the path,
and the feet that walk.
i am the flute,
the sound and the lips.
i am the breath,
the desire, and the vision...
for i am no one,
and nothing at all!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Somewhere Sometime Someday
carry this dream:
someday somewhere something which is best for your life will happen
the windows shall open and the doors too
without your hands touching them
the hearts of your loved ones shall open and give you another room
they will all welcome you and embrace you
and you shall have tears
of joy
so much joy that you cannot hold with your fingers
all the dreams you have shall come true
that one evening
the sky shall part and you slip through it
into a world that you have never seen
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Book Of Brilliant Things
Thank you for the voice, the eyes and the memories shine
Thank you for the pictures of living in the beautiful black and the white
Some say well be together for a very long time
Some say that our first impressions never will lie
I open up to take a look into the bright and shiny book
Into the open scheme of things
Book of brilliant things
Book of brilliant things
I open up to take a look into the bright and shiny book;
Into the open scheme of things
Book of brilliant things
Oh, book of brilliant things
I thank you for the shadows
It takes two or three to make company
I thank you for the lightning that shoots up and sparkles in the rain
Some say this could be the great divide
Some day some of them say that our hearts will beat
Like the wheels of the fast train, all around the world
I open up to take a look into the bright and shiny book
Into the open scheme of things
Book of brilliant things
Book of brilliant things
Some say we can be together for a very long time
Some say our hearts will beat like the wheels of a fast train
All around the world
All around the world
All around the world
Some say our hearts beat like the wheels of a fast train
All around the world
All around, all around, around, around
All around the world
Our hearts beat like the wheels of a fast train
A very long time
All around and all around and all around and all around the world
Some say well be together
Some say
A very long time, some of them will say
A very long time all around the world
Words & music : james kerr, charlie burchill, mel gaynor, derek forbes, michael macneil (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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