They Spoke To Me Of God....
they spoke to me of god,
and small things burning on piles of leaves.
while cast aside nests lay weeping,
in silent tribute to forgotten paths.
empty cages with doors flung open,
cigarette butts on temple floors.
footprints from nowhere to nothing,
canned thoughts on dusty shelves.
it's easy to say peace will come,
not so easy to take the arms.
while crippled poets walk past burning huts,
and aircraft carriers meditate on troubled waters.
children's faces drift through dreamless sleep,
bodies gathered by passing squirrels.
yes, they spoke to me of god...
as if they really knew!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Great Empty
closed!
out of business!
building for rent,
or sale!
22 vacant buildings on one street!
small-town America.
even the sidewalks are deserted...
except for paper cups,
and cigarette butts blowing
in the breeze...
empty windows,
boarded up doors....
the echo of voices
from the past,
from another day...
lost to the great empty!
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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Regrets I Do Not Keep
Loosing your innocence is easy,
Like lying to your mom about having another cookie,
Doing something you'll regret, is easy.
Sometimes you have something so great,
And you don't know how important it is,
you don't see it's worth until it's too late,
You don't hold it to your heart, you don't keep it safe,
And then you lose it, and you see, it was great.
Falling to a higher power of want is so easy,
Like waving at a stranger in a car you pass on your way to work,
Becoming a victim to sin and temptation is easy.
So many things in life are given to you to keep,
And some of them you could never give up,
Like the right to show your feelings, the right to smile, to weep,
And these things you take as a given, yet they are truly a gift.
And some of these gifts we treat like nothing, some we do not keep.
Becoming and doing something you would never become or do is easy,
Like doing something before you think,
Falling into the hole of regret is easy.
In life you must live for what you have, not the past.
You must realize what you did and notice how it hurt you so,
But never regret what you have done, for that shall only form a cast,
A cast of what you were, one that keeps you still in a solid state,
You must learn; never live in the past.
I believe in the past, yet it is the present I keep,
I move on past things i have done, I do not look back,
For these regrets, I do not keep.
by: Bethany M.
April 16,2009
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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I Am Troubled!
i am troubled...
lord, i am troubled.
i hear the cries
of starving children.
i feel the bombs,
burning up the night.
i smell poverty,
and i taste injustice.
i shudder at prejudice,
i write the prayers
of the forgotten...
and sign their names
on unmarked stones.
what have i done...
lord, what have i done?
with this life,
this path, this cross.
i feel guilty,
and i know their suffering.
i cant help but wonder,
what i could have done
to stop the flood.
i am troubled...
lord, i am troubled.
have i been silent for too long.
and have my words
fallen like ashes,
driven by the mongrel wind.
i am troubled...
lord, i am troubled!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Nobody Spoke (for Karen)
Nobody spoke to Lucy,
nobody spoke at all,
ain't no joke
nobody spoke.
nobody spoke
for five long years
ain't no joke
nobody spoke.
Lucy withdrew
without a clue
why nobody spoke,
nobody spoke
for five long years,
nobody spoke
Ain't no joke
nobody spoke!
Lucy went mad
she went crazy!
She screamed
she cried, she sobbed,
but nobody spoke,
for five long years
Ain't no joke
nobody spoke.
Many years later
she saw them,
those people she wanted
to be her friends.
but ain't no joke
nobody spoke,
nobody spoke
for five long years.
Ain't no joke
nobody spoke.
Lucy left a note
in daddy's drawer,
put on her very best dress.
Did her hair in a very fine way
and walked into the hall as a guest.
She walked up to the folk
that never spoke,
said hello in an ordinary way,
then she pulled out a gun
and opened fire.
Yes she shot all those folk
on that day.
Now they were silent
now they were still,
cos ain't no joke
that nobody spoke
and now
they never will.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Your Thoughts
your thoughts
are keys
to the locks of my
doors that i closed
a long time
ago
you open them
one by one
and give life at once
to the dusty floors
your thoughts
make mine open to the wind
to the sun
i could have been
a broken house until your
thoughts
came like hammers
and saws
now i have a garden of flowers too
roses bloom
because of you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Graves Of Your Fathers
dead poets stacked like saltine crackers,
in the hangers where the bombs are loaded.
the smell of flesh burning
doesnt change with skin colors,
screams in the night defy language!
justice oozes from pus filled wounds,
faces stolen from bodies marching.
death falls like the rain that has no after,
on the poor and the ignorant without discrimination.
the power surges, lights flicker and fade,
the children of the poets sharpen knives,
and sleep with stray cats....
when even darkness sickens itself,
and women gather garbage by flashlight.
the beast you fed the poets' tongues,
sits staring at your mother!
and you walk blindly down the tracks,
throwing pennies on the graves of your fathers!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Angels On The Balcony
Afterglow in a distant row
The door is open and the lights are cold
The children come in here and they dare the ghost
Like a fire burning in a stone
Ah
Silent light in the theatre's sky
Phantom cigarette and a silent cry
The door swings open and it's cold outside
Run and hide
song performed by by Blondie from Autoamerican
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She Spoke 2 Me
Spoke 2 me
I can't believe it, but she spoke 2 me
Close 2 me
I never thought i'd get her close 2 me
Now the moon and the sun belong 2 me
All my wildest hopes, my crazy dreams
But they seem more like reality
Fantasy
This girl fulfills my every fantasy
She must be
Specially designed by heaven just 4 me (just 4 me)
My friends look at her, they see mystery
But i look at her and i see a masterpiece
Can it be, i mean really did she?
Spoke 2 me (spoke 2 me)
I can't believe it, but she spoke 2 me (speak 2 me, baby)
(speak 2 me, baby)
Spoke 2 me
I can't believe it, but she spoke 2 me
And if she hurts me
I'll take it all with open arms u see (u think i won't?)
Cuz like a track under a subway train
She could roll all over me and i'd still be the same
Cuz 2day is the day she spoke 2 me
I can't believe it, but she spoke 2 me
Close 2 me
I never thought i'd get her close 2 me
If i'm stuck in some groovy wet dream
Don't pinch me
I don't wanna wake up
I'm diggin' the scene (i'm diggin', diggin')
Yeah, baby
song performed by by Prince
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Devil Music
They called him 'master'...
When he came.
To take them from the comfort of their homes.
Stripped of treasures,
And their names.
With nothing they could say,
And silent broken hope!
Forced to worship,
Strange deities.
And folks who treated them
Like they were beasts.
Some tried to flee,
The increasing heat.
But many found themselves soon in defeat.
The blazing burned their feet.
And the ones who ran were chased like enemies.
This fire...
It kept on burning!
Burning, burning, burning...
Out of control.
The 'master'...
Desired this fire.
To burn, burn, burn
Out of control!
Morning, noon and night
They'd call him devil.
And sang the music to him that he loved.
They would dance.
And together clap their hands.
This devil music kept them in a hold!
Yes,
The fire...
It kept on burning.
Burning, burning, burning...
Out of control.
The 'master'...
He kept the fire.
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
Yes this fire,
It kept on burning!
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
I said the fire...
It still keeps burning!
And it's blazing in a rage,
That's out of control!
The spreading flame...
Became higher.
So high it fixed in young minds,
Sold by the old!
Yes,
The fire...
It kept on burning.
Burning, burning, burning...
Out of control.
The 'master'...
He kept the fire.
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
Burning, burning, burning
Out of control.
Burning, burning, burrrrrnin...
Out of contrrroooool.
'ssssyesssss...
Children! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Burning Up
Would you believe me
If I said Id never lie
Though it aint easy
I can tell you I have tried
But I got to say
That it comes those days
That I told something untrue
Would you forgive me
If I said Id lied to you
This is my fear
To tell you what Ive done
As things come clear
Im afraid that youll be gone
But all I know
Is if you go
At least Ive told whats true
Hope youll forgive me
When I say Ive lied to you
Im burning up
Im burning for you
When the truth has been spoken
Theres nothing I can do
Yes Im burning up
Im burning for you
When the truth has been spoken
Theres nothing I can do
How will you kill me
For what Im about to tell
Please do it gently
cause you know Im bound for hell
All I know is
Ive lost my soul
Im burning inside
Hope youll forgive me
Yes I have lied
Oh yes Ive lied
Im burning up
Im burning for you
When the truth has been spoken
Theres nothing I can do
Yes Im burning up
Im burning for you
When the truth has been spoken
Theres nothing I can do
Now you know that Ive gone
And Ive been untrue to you
And once its told
Well you know theres nothing we can do
I regret that I let this get so out of hand
I pray, please stay, that youll understand
Im burning up
Im burning for you
When the truth has been spoken
Theres nothing I can do
Yes Im burning up
Im burning for you
When the truth has been spoken
Theres nothing I can do
Im burning up...
(repeat)
song performed by by Eagle Eye Cherry
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In the arms my angel
In the arms my angel
In the arms my angel you will walk with me, keeping me safe from the stormy seas.
In the arms of my angel you will pick me up to fly above the darkest sky.
In the arms of my angel he is shining his burning light of love for me.
In the arms of my angel his words of kindness is like a melody for me.
In the arms of my angel his eyes are my guide to walk along the rocky paths.
In the arms of my angel, his touch brings peace love and serenity.
poem by Sharon Kubeck
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Burning Heat
Burning in my heart- burning in my soul
Gotta have it more and more- hot and overloaded
Starving for some fun tonight- always dressed to kill
Dont tell me what I need- I need the thrill indeed
Dont stop me now
Ill run you over- bastard
Get out of my way
I feel mighty great
Burning heat- gets me- burning heat
Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat
Cant you see it coming- stronger than a bull
Get yourself going- youre too easy to beat
Dont forget Im strong- powerful and straight
I can take you on cause I am hard to break
Dont stop me now
Ill run you over- bastard
Get out of my way
I feel mighty great
Burning heat- gets me- burning heat
Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat
Burning heat- gets me- burning heat
Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat
Burning heat- leads me- burning heat
Burning heat- feeds me- burning heat
Burning in my heart- burning in my soul
Gotta have it more and more- hot and overloaded
Burning heat- gets me- burning heat
Burning heat- breaks me- burning heat
Burning heat- leads me- burning heat
Burning heat- feeds me- burning heat
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Life Has Endless Small Unhappinesses
Life has endless small Unhappinesses
We meet them everyday-
A piece of bad news about a friend-
An errand we have failed at
And must try to do again-
A mood we did not expect to be the victim of-
A sinking coldness suddenly come as the sun disappears-
Life has endless small unhappinesses
Which we try to contend with
And which often are forgotten
Or cast into unimportance
By greater sorrows –
Life is not easy when it hurts-
And it is not easy when one does not know the way out
And it is not easy when you are being asked to give what you know you do not have -
Life is not easy
When it forces you to try and survive
By doing work you hate
And when you are criticized and abused
And made to feel that you are worth nothing-
Life is not easy when you want to be loved
And are not -
Want to be valued
And are not
Want to give
And are rejected –
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Haunted By Their Memory
Why with all the faces that we knew,
does a few seem to fill our thoughts
and haunt us sometimes for days.
The problem with these faces
they are of friends who faded away
and will not be seen again.
Is this our memory telling us
we should have been closer then
and not let their friendship drift away?
That we should have kept in touch more.
Spoke more on the telephone,
and wrote a letter or two,
maybe even visited from time to time.
Now we are haunted by their faces
for things we should have done, but never did.
Is this our punishment for not making the time
to keep in touch with them
that their faces haunt us.
Punishing us on a daily basis
knowing its too late now,
as they are no longer with us.
Could it be they are there as a lesson to learn?
That when something rare comes into our lives
we should embrace it strongly and not turn it away
for it will never come back.
Once it has gone from us
all we will be left with is faces
and haunted by their memory.
23 February 2009
poem by David Harris
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She Is A Mother
She is a mother, but not a wife
In the arms of another, her passion lies
Why can't her husband make her feel that way?
So lost in his own life they live day to day
Passing each other like ships in the night
And he longs to hold her but it doesn't feel right
There came a man with arms so strong
Who spoke to her heart in lyric and song
And though her passion was dim glowing embers
The fire roars again as he makes her remember
She lay at peace, in his arms, in his bed,
Until a vision troubled her head
She saw the eyes of her little ones
So out of his house to her children she runs
She cries when she thinks of his arms around her
But nothing is worth this love that surrounds her
She opens her eyes and though feeling alone
She looks in their eyes and she knows she is home
She is a mother, but not a wife
In the eyes of her children, her true love lies
poem by Wakefield Mahon
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Life Goes On!
behind the well lit window,
the coffee pot churns.
doors open and close,
and hair is combed.
in silent hurry,
the day laid out,
life goes on, life goes on.
things left unsaid,
perhaps a note.
the brush in passing
through the tangled hallway.
the tv news, grey anvil tongue.
eyes squinted, life goes on.
while on a vacant corner,
in an empty house
neath a burned out bulb,
nothing gathers in shadows...
prayers fall on deaf ears.
an empty bed, and the shelves are bare,
nothing rhymes nothing,
life goes on!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Elder Speaks
She gathered the young
Stared within the flames of the fire
She spoke of life before and life after
She was old, crippled but her spirit strong.
Stories of old, but lessons within, learned
Honored among her people
She'd never be forgotten
Even long after she was gone
But for now, she had much to say, much to teach
Do Not let poison ride through your veins
Do not let firewater, take away who you are
Do not become some bum, living in the streets
Hold your head up, Show your pride
Dance with the traditions long since gone
Dance like you've not danced before, show your pride
Show your colors, be proud of the heritage given
Be it fullblood or Mixed Blood
Honor the women, the men and the children, the past
I speak to you, for once I was young
Learn the legends, for they are true within words
Respect the Earth, for she is the giver of all life
Respect the Circle, for it never ends
Respect the herbs we use
Do Not abuse Tobacco, Sage, Cedar, Sweetgrass or Peyote
Respect all others, reguardless of their beliefs or way of life
With each word, she spoke, she hugged the young to her chest
They listened with a great admiration, for not many elders wer left
For they were the teachers of the nations
Teachers of the young
The Elder Spoke From her heart, soul and spirit
poem by Brenda Weemes
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Thoughts On The Roman Palatine
In Apollo’s portico among the empty shelves,
Where nor gods nor poets spoke what emperors demand –
Virgil’s vast shrine to loved Gallus dead,
Ovid’s allegories of empire’s rape –
I sit and watch Cybele’s hippodrome,
Hear the squeal of chariots, the sweating horses,
And cheer them home, the red and white,
A single voice among the roaring past.
A Tree Was Talking
He returned empty hands.
Death was casually running around
on charred bodies.
Was lank poetry of a ruthless god.
The house was on fire after
selling its children. The days were becoming
longer than life.
Casus belli, whom do you want to name
the culprit, when everybody was fighting
on a new front? We talk of truth in small
tablets, in small moments.
The hills were burning, one after the other.
Barefoot walking, all mind, mother earth
don’t go to sleep.
poem by Satish Verma
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