Van Gogh's Ear
madness, van gogh's ear...
i keep chopping up
pieces of my soul,
spreading them thin,
to still the tiny voices
that haunt our lives.
who are you?
what do you want?
where do you want
to go with your life?
you cant sleep in the hollow
of the cliff forever...
choose your sword, and live!
or step off, free falling,
and try to find your wings!
yes, love is torment...
the halls of the museum
echo with the sounds...
of babies changed, and
beds made... and the smells
of soup on the stove...
and love stains on the sheets!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Applauding A Boo
Vegetables on the chopping board
Inaugurate a television recital..
I chop chop
Recital going on
The lady joins me harmoniously
Chopping, chopping, chopping
Chopping the brinjal, raga
Potato, tala, onion, lyric
Her vocal chords strain to wriggle
The accompaniments, onion shed laughing tears
Dissonant, discordant, cacophony
Screaches to countless decibels
I'm chopping lady's finger
My finger weeps red
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Oranges Testimonial
Mr. John Flansburgh: "Hey, this is John of They Might Be Giants. You might know me better as one of the guys from They Might Be Giants. You know, chemistry is like a relationship and that's why when you're looking for web design, go to the best: The Chopping Block. You might not know it, but over 50% of web designers are sleepy and cranky. The Chopping Block, through farm living and an active internship recruiting policy have over 10 million employees ready to serve your corporate whatever they call it. Orange powered and web-fueled, The Chopping Block... e-solutions to e-verybody."
Oranges
Oranges
Oranges and graphic design
The Chopping Block spends their time
Growing oranges, picking oranges
Then working on graphic design
The Chopping Block works all the time
All the time
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Win
(hey, it aint over)
Me, I hope that Im crazy
I feel you driving and rolling the wheel
Slow down, let someone love you
Ohh, Ive never touched you since I started to feel
If theres nothing to hide me
Then youve never seen me hanging naked and wired
Somebody lied, but I say its hip
To be alive
Now your smile is spreading thin
Seems youre trying not to lose
Since Im not supposed to grin
All youve got to do is win
(thats all ya gotta do)
(ooh, it aint over)
Me, Im fresh on your pages
Secret thinker sometimes listening aloud
Life lies dumb on its heroes
Wear your wound with honor, make someone proud
Someone like you should not be allowed
To start any fires
Now your smile is spreading thin
Seems youre trying not to lose
Since Im not supposed to grin
All youve got to do is win
(thats all ya gotta do)
(ohh, it aint over)
Now your smile is spreading thin
Seems youre trying not to lose
Since Im not supposed to grin
All youve got to do is win
(thats all ya gotta do, ohh)
All youve got to do is win
(it aint over)
When your smile is spreading thin
(seek and believe in you)
Since youre trying not to lose
(it aint over, no, no)
Since Im not supposed to grin
(thats all ya gotta do)
All youve got to do is win
(it aint over, no,,, ohh)
(seek and believe in you)
All youve got to do is win
(it aint over, no, no)
Wo-ohh, all youve got
Is all youve got
(it aint over)
It aint over...
song performed by by David Bowie
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Tiny Drop
Waste of Tiny, Tiny Water Drops.
Always Trigger my Conscious Thoughts.
A Tiny Water Drop can make a Sapling Laugh
Tiny, Tiny water Drops can get you sweet Pod.
Tiny, Tiny Water Drops can make a Plant to Stand
As a Tree, This can give Shelter to a Lot.
Because of Waste of Tiny, Tiny water Drops
Many lives have become short.
So try to save even tiny water Drop, Which will
Get you Heartily Laugh.
poem by Narendra Kuppan
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Look closer
You are angry
Slap me
Slap me harder
Lose your anger
You are sad
Cry
Cry the loudest
Do not mind me
You are violent
You are raging
Kill me
Shoot me
Stab me
Chop me
Into tiny pieces
After this violence
Collect the pieces
Connect the puzzling pieces
Get the image
Take a closer look
It is you
I am you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Look closer: please do not forget
You are angry
Slap me
Slap me harder
Lose your anger
You are sad
Cry
Cry the loudest
Do not mind me
You are violent
You are raging
Kill me
Shoot me
Stab me
Chop me
Into tiny pieces
After this violence
Collect the pieces
Connect the puzzling pieces
Get the image
Take a closer look
It is you
I am you
please
do not
forget
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Of my own work I think that the picture of peasants eating potatoes I did in Nuenen is after all the best I've done.
Vincent van Gogh in letter to Wilhelmina van Gogh (1887)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Today I Try To Pick Up The Shattered Pieces
today i try to pick up the shattered
pieces of myself and yourself
every piece, and color and shape
compared and analyzed
to make each fit and be the whole
as us again
i put the bond to fix the edges
to make them stick as though
nothing was ever broken
i do not wish to blink and then fall asleep
the hours run like there is no way to tame them
they say they are always on a rush
and no one has ever stopped them
i tremble on some tiny pieces
and have a hard time solving the puzzle
where do they fit so well?
to deceive our eyes
to give triumph to the healing of the hands
i am a failure on some interstices
there are leaks of light
& tiny holes
there is so much emptiness
this hollow wholeness
i have failed and i am lost and so here i am
back to your arms
wanting to be a definite part of you
to seal what leak is there
to put off the tiny lights
to reconstruct the smoothness of the edges
to love you and be loved by you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Peace And Pieces
peace of mind and pieces of mind
easy to find and hard to define
peace of heart and pieces of heart
present when together and absent when depart
peace of love and pieces of love
happy if its true and sad if its bluff
peace of family and pieces of family
good when sharing and worst when breaking
peace of soul and pieces of soul
good or bad our deeds play a lead role
peace of world and pieces of world
its price less as it cannot be bought or sold
peace to sleep and pieces of sleep
relaxes when deep and breaks with even a beep
poem by Fahmina Arjumand Misha
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What makes people the world over stand in line for Van Gogh is not that they will see beautiful pictures but that in an indefinable way they will come away feeling better human beings. And that is exactly what Van Gogh hoped for.
quote by John Russell
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Metal Militia
Thunder and lightning the gods take revenge
Senseless destruction
Victems of fury are cowardly now
Running for safety
Stabbing the harlot to pay for her sins
Leaving the virgin
Suicide running as if it were free
Ripping and tearing
On through the mist and the madness
We are trying to get the message to you
Metal Militia
Metal Militia
Metal Militia
Chained and shadowed to be left behind
nine and one thousand
Metal militia for your sacrifice
iron clad soldiers
Join or be conquered the law of the land
What will befall you
The metalization of your inner soul
twisting and turning
On through the mist and the madness
We are trying to get the message to you
Metal Militia
Metal Militia
Metal Militia
We are as one as we all are the same
fighting for one cause
Leather and metal are our uniforms
protecting what we are
Joining together to take on the world
with our heavy metal
Spreading the message to everyone here
Come let yourself go
On through the mist and the madness
We are trying to get the message to you
Metal Militia
Metal Militia
Metal Militia
song performed by by Metallica from Kill 'Em All
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Initiated to Protect Their Diminshing Freedoms
Too few too long,
Have not been listened to.
Those few so strong and brave,
Have sacrificed their lives..
And unafraid to raise their voices,
High.
Are not on these scenes,
To be demeaned anymore.
Too many convinced,
Their way of life defended...
To them had made sense.
With an allowing to leave them,
To be indifferent.
And all today who now can see,
Have come to realize...
Their priorities lived have been deceived.
Too few too long,
Have not been listened to.
Those few so strong and brave,
Have sacrificed their lives..
And unafraid to raise their voices,
High.
Are not on these scenes,
To be demeaned anymore.
And now today no one can escape,
What has been valued...
Has been reappraised.
With a wish for comprehension,
And a spreading of empathy will come their way...
As more and more on warring shores,
Find themselves caught up...
To free their minds,
From a raging craze that with them stays.
Initiated to protect their diminshing freedoms.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Voice Says In My Heart
Dreaming of a life of peace,
Though I am shattered to pieces.
A damaged spirit, resulting from a defective mind.
Broken and irreparable, so I think.
But my thoughts got me here in the first place.
On my knees, looking up, I see the light.
Shining down on me from above.
It connects with the light inside.
The voices in my head silence.
My mind clears, true vision appears.
'Pick up the pieces.', the soft voice whispers from within.
'Many pieces, put together, makes a piece.'
'That is what you seek isn't it? '
'Give them to me, for the pieces are heavy'.
'What I have created, only I can fix.'
'It was broken by you in the first place.'
'Because I was not your first place.'
'I was your last. I was your end.'
'But now you have reached me, '
'Let me show you what I can do.'
'For I come with an eternal warranty and a misery back guarantee.'
Piece by piece, I was put back together.
Until I was one.
Not one with my thoughts, but one with my maker.
No longer listening to what the voices in my head say.
But to what the voice says in my heart.
As it whispers to me, I can feel it's voice.
'Peace.'
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Pieces
Pieces of me, pieces of you, consisting of others
Teachers, friends, coaches, mothers, and fathers.
The older we get, the more we see
Pieces of others, that make up today's me.
Little things that we learnt from years past
Little things to which we now hold fast
Ways to do, views to see, ways to live
Ways to love, grow, to learn and to give
So many people, each with a little contribution
Many of whom never have attribution
For the things they gave, the things they taught.
Things that are priceless, cannot be bought.
Some of them will never know
How much they helped others grow
They will never perceive their influence
Neither will they see the difference.
Pieces of you, pieces of me, rubbing off everywhere
A little on her, and a little on him there
Forever changing their lives, for worse or better
Making them weaker, or making them stronger
So many pieces of you and pieces of me
Please, be careful what they be
Wherever you go, whatever you say or do
Guarantee that something will rub off from you
Never underestimate your words and actions effect
You never know just who you might affect.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Old Memories
not all memories are as sweet as honey
you think about those that broke your heart into very
tiny sharp pieces
those that hurt the legs of the innocent
those that shatter the lives of other people
you want to forget all these
but they all come again
as unwanted guests
eating your food, your house they burn
your name reduced to ashes
and then when all of these are done
they go out
laughing and drunk with justice.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Heart Broken Into Pieces
piecing together the broken pieces
takes so much of my time
this heart is broken and the pieces
shattered pieces
are too tiny to be pieced again
i am a very impatient man
on love
on matter of the heart
i give up, i cannot piece the broken pieces again
too much pain
guess what? i have just thrown my heart away
look at me?
my eyes are calm, my body stable
pierce my skin with a needle
it does not hurt anymore
my eyes have no tears
my mouth does not tremble
my legs are tall and stable
heartless, i shall love no one this time.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Commitment As A Tiny Sun
above me is a tiny sun
it is dancing
only for me
it lives inside my head
warms my heart
it shines and sets only
for me
it is a dream
that i yet have to hold with
my own hands
around me are planets and places
they pull me
but i fell like a feather so light
and i float
and undisturbed and i exist
only for the tiny sun
i am a place where i let the sun
settle down
and i listen to no other sound
except its
hush which is more like a whisper
of a friend
to another friend
who lives for no other
reason
except themselves
the planets fall
the other places of the heart crumble
but the tiny sun
continues
to shine and set within
myself
because we promise
because
we fulfill.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Schizophrenia
Many voices heard in a head,
surrounded by family now in dread.
Sensing something was so wrong,
the family quietly moved along,
hoping the voices would go away,
praying that they wouldn/t stay.
Shizophrenia, now in full bloom
had come to attack one of their own.
Like a nightmare in the light
It came at daytime, not the night.
Who's this person we don't know
that paces all day to and fro?
Sometimes lucid, sometimes not,
our stomachs tied up in a knot.
Once so normal, that is gone.
Waking up to another dawn,
facing madness that's so sad,
all the goodness has turned bad.
Where are these voices coming from?
They repeat themselves just like a drum.
Are they a different reality
that they can hear and we can't see?
Please let the voices quiet down.
Let's see the smile and not the frown.
The best we can hope for seems bizarre
that somewhere someone is searching far
to find some help that on some day
can make those voices go away.
Until that time we'll try our best
to deal with this. This is our test.
-Dedicated to all schizophrenics and their families
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Thin Disguise
This house used to feel so warm..
The heater works but I'm chilled to the bone
Oh, this room never felt so big.
There's not enough conversation to fill the empty spaces.
How can you love someone and not know them at all?
Chorus:
It's a thin disguise, living our lives behind a thin disguise.
One of these days if I got the time,
I'll show you what I'm like on the inside.
I talked, you used to hear me so well.
Now all the best conversations are with myself.
Oh I wish I knew what's pulling you away,
And the space that's grown between us,
Gets a little bigger everyday.
How can you love someone and not know them at all?
Chorus:
It's a thin disguise, living our lives behind a thin disguise.
One of these days if I got the time,
I'll show you what I'm like on the inside.
song performed by by Warrant
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Thin Disguise
This house used to feel so warm..
The heater works but I'm chilled to the bone
Oh, this room never felt so big.
There's not enough conversation to fill the empty spaces.
How can you love someone and not know them at all?
Chorus:
It's a thin disguise, living our lives behind a thin disguise.
One of these days if I got the time,
I'll show you what I'm like on the inside.
I talked, you used to hear me so well.
Now all the best conversations are with myself.
Oh I wish I knew what's pulling you away,
And the space that's grown between us,
Gets a little bigger everyday.
How can you love someone and not know them at all?
Chorus:
It's a thin disguise, living our lives behind a thin disguise.
One of these days if I got the time,
I'll show you what I'm like on the inside.
song performed by by Warrant
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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