The Inner Thigh Of Desire
the tongue stuck...
on the inner thigh
of desire,
throbbing for the candle
lit by inspiration.
a dropp of sweat
falls from the knitted brow
of god speaking forth...
existence.
when nothing remains
but embers and ashes,
the heart cries for the plow
in the field of silence!
a hunger within,
much deeper, much sharper,
bellows one word...
beginning!
and darkness becomes light!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Old Flames Cant Hold A Candle To You
Downtown tonight, I saw an old friend, someone who
I use to take comfort from long before I met you
I caught a spark from his eyes of forgotten desire
With a word, or a touch, I could have rekindled that fire
Old flames cant hold a candle to you
No one can light up the night like you do
Flickering embers of love
Ive known one or two
But old flames cant hold a candle to you
Sometimes at night, I think of old lovers Ive known
I remember how holding them helped me not feel so alone
Then I feel you beside me and even their memories are gone
Like stars in the night lost in the sweet light of dawn
Old flames cant hold a candle to you
No one can light up the night like you do
Flickering embers of love
Ive known one or two
But old flames cant hold a candle to you
Old flames cant hold a candle to you
Mmmm...
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Sexuality # 2
total awareness....
i taste your lips
in every dropp of rain
that falls....
i can feel your eyes
searching the darkness...
i hear your
cum cries in the
scree of the hawk....
i feel your clutching
in the wind against
my face....
i reach your depths
digging in the
rain damp earth...
i fill your cup
of longing with
the brandied sweat
of the soul...
i feel your nearness,
can taste you in
every breath i take....
there is no light
beyond your candle!
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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Ashes
(lonnie wilson/chris waters/charlotte wilson)
Ashes
Hes nothing but ashes
No feelings have lasted
No love remains
Ashes
Thats all that our past is
Hes nothing but ashes
From a cold old flame
I saw your face when
He waltzed in here
But those old embers
Havent burned for years
The light thats shining
In my eyes
Is for the one that
Im with tonight
Ashes
Hes nothing but ashes
No feelings have lasted
No love remains
Ashes
Thats all that our past is
Hes nothing but ashes
From a cold old flame
No I dont blame you
For having some doubts
But when he left me
That fire burned out
So dont be thinking
Theres still a spark
cause he could never
Tear us apart
Ashes
Hes nothing but ashes
No feelings have lasted
No love remains
Ashes
Thats all that our past is
Hes nothing but ashes
From a cold old flame
Hes nothing but ashes
From a cold old flame
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song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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In the Beginning
In the beginning was the Word…
what’s a beginning, then?
a beginning, perhaps, not in time;
a beginning, perhaps, with time itself;
in our time, the recognition’s all;
beginning known within our being;
being that is beyond beginning;
and so, always being; always beginning..
so, in the beginning – is - the Word..
the Word, a sound? yet heard before the ear;
a speaking and a listening,
waiting to be heard…
the Word, finding for itself a time;
finding for itself a place;
a wakening; a becoming;
for this, we know:
a beginning; a becoming;
the word becomes, as things become;
every word is a becoming;
that, the yogis hear;
that, poets listen for;
that spurs all philosophers;
every becoming is the Word;
every word is a becoming.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Life Erupting...
i walk the hymn of life erupting,
the urine prayers, the sweat, the pus.
the gutteral cry of need evolving,
the phlegm of god, the bodies rotting.
the snow wiped faces
and the naked earth.
in constant rhythm with hunger's howl,
the candle flame, the silenced tongue.
the whisper shake, of shadows wanting,
nails, blocks, and colored glass.
the crippled dance,
and the distant drums.
who am i? i am you!
the second son of an unknown father.
born in an alley neath a starless sky,
my feet stink of human,
my eyes lit with desire...
talk to me when words are done!
the wet birthed babe,
the hot blood of giving.
the life caved in,
the searh for nipple.
the whiskey breath,
the cigarette memory,
the love torn chest,
the beak plucked heart.
the identity of the unknown soldier
who died in the ashes, unheard, unseen.
the hands that built with determined faith,
with common trust and common hope...
the weeping beneath the silence,
the silence beyond the grave....
talk to me when words are done!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Beneath The Feet Of Love....
be it only then the phoenix
that rises from the ashes?
then who walks the valley of bones,
hearing voices from another world?
whose footprints in the waters?
whose scream etched in stone?
whose hands rising from the darkness,
whose grunt births the dawn?
can you feel this heat of nearness?
the softness inside this shadow?
even the candle's flame flickers,
as if whispering some hidden truth!
and the moments tick by shaking tambourines,
while words undress revealing sound...
it must be the sound of silence,
or the name not yet revealed.
i am the tongue cleaving to your breastbone,
the taste of hunger bitter on your lips.
i am the song of the ages,
you the conch shell of desire.
i am the hollow in the mockingbird's longing,
you the grain of the weathered oak.
i am the rhythm of the pounding waves,
you the shore that never ends.
perhaps the light of the faraway lighthouse,
or the hint of beckoning stars...
will guide this ship to its destination,
to lie beneath the feet of love!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Long Grown Cold
thunderstorm, and ashes...
wild horses running free.
wolves panting in the darkness,
owls shudder in the night.
bats hang upside down, and then die,
like falling stars disappear.
i lick the walls of your soul,
until my tongue bleeds.
water dripping from a rusted spicket,
the old tree split by lightning.
i kiss your eyes, and death stammers,
even word hesitates.
longing tastes like sap and old books,
sadness precious hangs and falls.
you dig your nails into my heart,
the waterfall frozen in time.
stone throbs, pines pray needle prayers.
there's no direction in the darkness,
only pulse, and animal souls.
then i awaken with a start,
gasping for breath in an empty room.
wind blown branches scratch the window,
embers whisper long grown cold!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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You Must Dropp The Seed
i am the field, plowed fertile field
near the river
some dogs are buried within me
some snakes live here
i know their wishes and desire
somehow i wait for you as the rain
and you as the sower
of the seeds
pour some sweat of your brow
and let your arms swing
let the seeds
fall
that is all i want
that is all that i am waiting for
just dropp the seed
and i will let them grow
then you can leave
i will take care of the snakes
and i will always remember all the dogs sleeping here
now you must leave
the seeds shall grow spontaneously as i watch the seasons change
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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Vent
Idea,
Insight,
Perception,
Inspiration,
Motivation,
Or just some madness?
I know not which
But it's intense
Alive and dense
And like a benign deluge
Comes it to irrigate an arid
Heart harrowed for dry season
Planting and inundates the field
Of my waiting heart
Shutting off every other desire
Even thirst and hunger
As the urge to write is ignited
Like an addict's desperate desire
For a shot to remain stable
As knowledge gathers for planting
A tap dispensing pure water
That begs to be fetched in toto
To avoid all manner of waste
And every dropp that deposits
In the receptacle of my willing heart
Glitters as a beautiful pool
But evaporates like spirit
If not quickly fetched
Intermittently it bombards me
Without notice in solemn
Visitations like wave
Eager to make love with the sea shore
At will and in total submission
Like a virtuous woman
Throw I apart the receptive
Legs of my heart
Bended by great foreplay
And capitulate everywhere
While working
While walking
While playing
While driving
While eating
While shopping
While discussing
While using the loo
While worshiping
Even while worshiping
At the altar of regeneration
For everywhere
Is my table, my pen and my paper
Ever available and ready
The orgasm you graciously confer
Makes me
Talk alone
Laugh alone
Hum alone
Shout alone
Sing alone
Mourn alone
Rejoice alone
Imprison myself in a one man jail
Without visitations and recreations
And wake in the middle of the night
To light my candle to jot down messages
Sometimes shredded in maddening anger
Paper littered everywhere
As in a mad man's lair
Some madness?
But you give me no ranting
With uncoordinated speech
Nor murmuring its spouse
But elevated and heavenly language
Like a tongue-speaking believer
Free of empty babbling
For only wisdom is dispensed
From this fountain founded
For those appointed
To drink from the everlasting
Vent of life
The crowd I follow not
But my spirit and conviction
And the steps of my sight
I follow not
But the voice of my heart
Maybe I am a fool
Maybe I am mad
Maybe I am like all prophets
Not celebrated at home
But one thing I do know
Is that the madness
Called writing has nothing
To do with much learning
That tends towards madness.
(C) Chris Jibero.2010.
poem by Chris Jibero
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White Space
I was dreaming of a white space
Had interposed itself between us two-
A blank wall; neither dark nor light
No recrimination there but silence
The silence that falls only at night.
Silence gone to snowy hazards
Like the shadows made from deeper blue-
And invisible but slippery edges,
As blindly groping in the darkness
To reach the haven- but you're not there yet.
Though I would wall myself with silence
And spend my life as one, not two-
Before I'd hurt another being,
Sometimes intentions brick the dam up
Before the devastation's seen.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Suffering Of A Mother
the rough texture of her bleeding suffering hands
touch the wet blanket from the laundry
her stomach suffers from hunger
not spending a single penny
just to save money for her daughter
for whom she thinks is
in college studying hard in order to graduate
but the mistakes of her daughter, makes this mother unfortunate
for every dropp of beer that goes onto her throat
is equal to every dropp of sweat that falls from her mothers face
her mother suffers from loneliness in a far away place
where she thought she'd have a lot of money
sick of loneliness, hunger and pain
her mother comes home from Spain
dropping her luggage
her mother screams of fear
seeing the sight of her daughter drinking beer
humiliation slaps unto her daughter's face
her mother goes to her room in a hurry
only to see a cradle, her daughter has a baby
she cries in pain
where to start, she doesn't know
for all she knows is her heart is in sorrow
she cant accept the fact that she suffered for so long
only to know she's been fooled for too long
poem by Trisha Mae Galia
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The mute singer
She cut out her tongue
So she could sing
Those unheard songs
sung
She cut out her tongue
So silently
She could unspeak herself
Free, from prison words
She cut out her tongue
So that her soul could catch the light
And let it run
Through her body transparent
Prism shining out
She cut out her tongue
To free her self
From her self
Completion
Knitted under the skin of silence
Flying unseen
Into unexplored horizons
Without
Mother
Country
Point of
Trace
She cut out her tongue
To see the eyes
Behind the face
yvette m smith sept 08
poem by Yvette Smith
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Each Fall Enthralls
Rain falls; each dropp I watch.
Its beginning is not at sight.
Its ending is not contemplated.
Rain falls; each dropp enthralls me.
Love falls; each fall I feel.
Its beginning is not probed.
Its ending is not visualized.
Love falls; each fall enthralls me.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In The Wells of Silence
In the wells of silence
a dropp of word
might stir
the whole tranquility
of the utter silence
and a dropp of sigh
might disturb the whole
serenity there
What about a dropp of God's sigh
and a dropp of Jesus' blood
combined?
That will be a new revolution! ! ! ! !
poem by Sangnam Nam
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Inner voices of my heart
My heart crushes when I think of you.
My heart breaks while you're somewhere doing ' God knows who'.
My heart crumbles everytime I breathe.
My heart crumples as our song keeps on playing.
My heart cries if I see just a picture of you.
My heart beats with pain.
My heart stumbles every moment I realize that you don't love me anymore.
My heart bleeds faster than our fading memories.
My heart falls apart each hour without you.
My heart drowns deeper and deeper.
My heart dies for you.
My heart loves you and only 'YOU'.
(4th February 2009)
poem by Norchel Tingson
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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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Without The Blackouts
without the blackouts
he could have been first
for he also loved so well
light,
without the darkness
light would not have been
too visible
at the beginning of
twilight
without the air
the wings find no use
without the waves of the sea
the winds
would not be felt
without my mind the heart
will not be
important
and without feelings
reasons will have no place
to stay
all things are of use
to one another
no one is complete
everyone is
interdependent
a word uttered
can also
describe your
silence
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Light The Fire Within
Have no fear
when darkness falls
'cause there's a light that shines
within us all
although this world
can turn so cold
when we reach inside
we find our warmth
'cause there's a flame that burns
in every heart
and it's the will we have
that lights the spark
[chorus]
once in every lifetime
there's a chance to stand apart
we can show the world
our very best
reveal what's in our heart
so the story goes and glory
never will end
inspiration lights the fire within
and if we fall
we won't stay down
we will get back up
and use the strength we've found
and we will rise
like champions
every obstacle
we'll overcome
[repeat chorus]
and if we just stay strong
then our hearts will move us on
[repeat chorus]
each heart there burns desire
inspiration lights the fire within
song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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New Spring!
hammer on nail,
tongue on groove.
match to the candle,
axe to the block.
time fades to ashes,
ashes back to dust.
body returns to seed,
heart blossoms,
new spring!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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