Whatever The Cost!
into the wetness, ,
lips burnt and bare..
hard hands gone soft,
thoughts falling like drizzle.
gentle, almost tugging,
pulled close to the fire.
till singed, still smoking,
left in the darkness to die.
a thousand deaths though it be,
with each a universe conceived.
the walls of Rome crumble,
to the shouts and the horns.
a crucifix, and a blade,
sharp on both edges.
the taste of blood and beginning,
raw, simple, and strong...
into the wetness,
whatever the cost!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Follow (Bhakti Flute)
i follow...
the sound of the flute,
the footpath of the sparrow,
walking on air
to infinity's arms.
the rustle of the skirt,
bare feet on the floor.
the hum of the pot,
simmering on the stove.
the cry of the spider's web,
falling ever so slowly...
from its home in the corner,
safe from the broom.
the lick of the dog's tongue,
both raw and gentle.
the snail trail of the bead
of sweat on your neck.
the pole shift of your hair,
from brown to grey.
the quake of your lips,
pulling me in.
the wetness of darkness,
sucked down the drain...
into emptiness that swallows,
breaking down the last note!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Rainy Day
Slipping through the open sash.
Cool wet freshness
draws me from the depth
of my slumber's darkness.
The gentle cadence
of falling rain.
Its soft pelt splashing
upon the window pane.
Coursing down
the glass transparency.
Rivulets of wetness
distort the world outside I see
A canopy of leaves
keeps dry a nest
of fledgling birds.
While they rest.
Bright golden sun
now hidden away.
By gray clouds
whose visit pay.
The rain they bring
falls on dry earth.
To cleanse and quench
coax forth rebirth.
On a rainy day
the world I see.
Quiet soft gentle
A world of peace to me.
poem by Kurt Hearth
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Under Whose Moon?
whose lips do you kiss in your sleep?
whose hands upon your breast?
whose voice do you hear
in the shudder of dreams...
whose hot breath upon your neck?
whose wetness feeds your hunger?
whose fire? and who stirs the embers?
whose howl? whose mount?
whose furred claw digging into your flesh?
whose darkness... under whose moon!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Young Love
Since elementary school they became friends
They knew this friendship would never end.
She was seven, he was eight, but their lives
Were put in the hands of faith,
He always protected her from any harm
This was her knight - this was her charm.
When they got to middle school
They saw each other in a different light
They knew something was happening
This just wasn’t right.
As they was walking from school she tripped
And almost fell.
He grabbed her by the arm, and felt his groin
Begin to swell.
She got the same sensation as they held each other tight.
It was a feeling they knew they could not fight.
Their lips came together in a soft gentle kiss
Sending waves of passion that they could not resist.
As they pulled away, their lips were still on fire
And their insides was burning with desire.
So many thoughts and questions entered his mind
And the thoughts just flew by.
He told her in a whisper that could hardly be heard
It came out like on the wings of a bird.
Let me soar on the wings of a dove
Let me find everlasting love
Let the air waves carry me
To a place that’s loving and free.
Let me feel how love grows
This is something I don’t know
I never felt love before
Till you opened up the door.
I am now feeling what everyone talks about
And to the world I want to shout
If I can find love! Why can’t you?
This is something you’ve got to do.
From our childhood years, we felt
Something that we could not know
That it was a love that would forever grow.
I had her love from the start
And forever she will be in my heart.
poem by Louis Rams
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Spontaneous Electricity (The Wetness)
walking through the wetness,
rain falling softly.
the rhythm of the wipers,
the trees bow to the wind.
you and i, the sweat and the tears,
one hollow, the other echoes,
one fire, the other darkness kneeling,
identities merged, then torn apart...
ghostlike faces at the window,
children turn, and walk away.
the long silence deepens,
death waits just beyond and before.
mountains carved in forever skies,
crumble, ground to dust by time.
and no less we, dust to dust,
the great sweeper sweeps away our memory.
love was the answer, and sometimes not.
the cross and the thorns, the stolen moment.
now there's nothing left to talk about,
and nothing more to do or feel...
walking through the wetness,
i called the rain by your name!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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French Kissin In The Usa
Loves touch comes to mean so much.
Embrasser cest francais.
Loves way, sabandonner.
Slip into the velvet glove, parted lips so filled with love.
Lips upon forbidden places, lingering in long embraces.
French kissin in the usa!
Lips are in motion.
Ocean to ocean to ocean, ocean to ocean to ocean.
Paris is calling!
Falling, were falling, were falling, falling, were falling, were falling.
Lips close, then blossom like a rose.
Lips wide holding you inside.
Kisses hard, kisses deep, a kiss to wake us from our sleep.
Take your lover by the hand, speak in tounges and understand.
song performed by by Blondie
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A Pirate's Prayer
Marekd to be alone.
And my eyes are closed.
Drown and separate.
For sakes of discernment.
Walk with the broken pieces.
They do not say a word.
They speak not a word to the broken sea.
Not burnt by fire.
Or pulled by the flood.
They come to rest in crimson pools of blood.
Guided by the wind.
Not burnt by the fire.
Not pulled by the flood.
They come to rest (alone
song performed by by Zao from Parade Of Chaos
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The Window Forever, Nailed Shut!
wetness,
fallen leaves,
decaying....
the blood of
women and children
dripping to the
naked earth....
the tears of
the forgotten,
falling
like burning knives
on hollowed faces...
the distorted dreams
of the dreamless,
damp, and heady,
steaming the hungry
shameless void...
the electric singing juices
of my sweet madness,
filling your mouth,
your devouring wetness....
dripping,
falling,
steaming,
like slow peels of thunder
to the bare floor....
the window forever,
nailed shut!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Smokin The Herb Again
Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo what
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Damn, I really wish I could find my sack man
Must have got eaten by pac-man
If I had it I could smoke again
Smoke with my friends to the very end
But now Im trying to comprehend
Whens the next time that Ill smoke again
I need to know, please tell when will we smoke again
I got a buddy, his name is ted
Hes got a problem going through his head
He doesnt know how to puff puff give
But I like so Ill teach him and Ill let him live
Everyday we teach him right
When he divides, we have to fight
But at the end of the trying day
We says its ok and we puff away
Just the other night, I saw you, you were smokin not sharing and being tight
But thats ok, you are my friend, well smoking until the very end
The lessons that we put out, we order you to try it out
Its nice to smoke, yea thats what were all about
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Hey, ho, hey ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking everywhere
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking all together
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
song performed by by Incubus
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In The Wind....
darkness and light,
thunder and growl.
souls on the altar,
wings on the ground.
death and desire,
naked and hungry.
prayers spoken by eyes,
tears shed by hands.
Abraxas, broken windows,
both sun and the night.
murder and compassion,
theft and sacrifice.
clocks stopped by fire,
graves opened left bare.
snowfall in august,
bare trees mourn in wait.
and the voices, still the voices,
faces wearing names.
hands desperate grasping,
footprints left in the wind!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sensuous Lips (THE DEPTH OF MAN)
I kissed the most sensuous lips that I ever saw.
The most sensuous lips and I wanted more.
Her lips so soft, so gentle, so moist.
And the whispering of her voice.
Why is it that you love my lips so?
Is there something that I should know?
I said: when I kiss your lips I feel like
I am floating on air, and it relieves
All my worries and cares.
It puts me into a place I’ve never been before
And I’m wanting more and more.
It’s like taking a trip to the heavens above
And it shows me all your love.
Like a baby in the warmth of the mothers stomach
Safe and never rejected- but always protected.
How can a woman s lips put a mans soul on fire
And fill his heart with a burning desire?
How can her lips make you feel that you
Could move heaven and earth?
How can she show you what life is worth?
Her lips so gentle, so soft, so moist
So refreshing, so everlasting!
The taste of her lips like the taste of
The most desirable nectar on this earth
Filling my body and soul
Making me complete- making me whole.
Why do I love your lips so?
This is why!
And now you know.
poem by Louis Rams
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Where Is The Fire?
Where is the fire
That burnt in freedom fighters
Making them selfless
Dying for our independence
Where is the fire
That burnt in J.M and Ouko
And others who were felled
Making them love truth
For it, paying the ultimate price
Where is the fire
That burnt in the then leaders
Making them fearless
Suffering for multiparty politics
Where is the fire
That burnt in civil rights activists
The poor peoples defenders
And others who attended kamukunjis
Where is the fire
That burnt individualism
In dire times of crises
Where is the fire?
poem by Kelvin Karani
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Our First Time
We were young kids just learning about life.
But we found we had deep rooted feelings for one another
As we met to get together for the very first time
we gave each other a pecked kiss (our first)
We pulled each other close, and our hands held each others arms.
As we looked into each others eyes, there was a passion
Beginning to rise.
Our mouths joined together and we started experimenting
Our very first French kiss.
We felt our blood boiling to a high crescendo, and then
Crashing down like the waves against the shores.
Our mouths searching hungrily for more.
The kiss lasting for a few minutes, and the passion
And excitement taking control.
Finally I pulled away from her warm, soft, sensuous lips
And we stared into each others eyes again.
She slowly took her hands from my arms and started
To unbutton my shirt while looking me in the eyes.
My heart was pounding even faster now, as she took
Off my shirt, dropping it to the ground.
I in turn did the same thing to her blouse, removing it from her body.
She then removed my t- shirt leaving me bare chested.
I took off her bra, and we pulled each other closer
Where our chests were touching, and the heat and passion
Made us become as one.
I then unbuttoned her slacks, and let them dropp to her ankles
And started to remove them slowly.
She in turn did the same to me.
We looked at each other in our under wears and pulled
Each other close again.
Feelings and emotions that we never experienced before
Started to fill every part of our beings.
The blood pulsating thru our veins felt as if it was on fire.
Our hand caressing each other, exploring ever so gently.
Our lips joined together again in a kiss of passion and delight.
It was becoming harder to control our desires, and
The need for fulfillment.
I put my thumbs on the sides of her under wear and slowly lowered them to her feet, and removed them.
She did the same to me, slowly removing mine and taking them off.
Again! We embraced as our bodies became as one, moving
In unison in a slow moving rhythm.
Our loins on fire, burning with desire.
I lowered her to the ground as I continued looking into her eyes
And then I positioned myself above her in anticipation
Of entering her body and soul.
My blood to a boiling point, and my head feeling like
It was about to burst. I felt my legs and arms trembling
As I started to lower myself down and as I *****I *****
I woke up from this dream. A DREAM!
Ha-ha -life can be bad.
poem by Louis Rams
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Say That I Have Passed...
we came together,
two rogue stars,
colliding in the darkness...
as if pine and oak intertwined,
and moon and darkness bayed.
wolves prowled the distant clearing,
the axe glimmered in half light.
the fog of breath moaned rising,
and years began,
as if a miracle!
small hands and rough hewn hands,
lit candles in poverty's excess.
and lovers that were strangers
found the tie that binds.
summers turned to autumn,
autumn drank the glass of winter.
and horse drawn spring forgot the spicket...
breasts left their mark in dirt.
ah, but love demands,
a war, a fire...
and letters written in flesh.
so be it!
say that i have passed,
and singed the curtains on your window!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Song Of Longing
i am the tiller of unplowed fields,
i am the owl waiting for night.
i am the male wolf,
panting in the starlight,
following the scent that maddens.
i am the hunter with sharp edged spear,
i am the storm that pillages the night.
i am the woodsman whose axe be ready,
i am the tom cat patrolling the slums.
i am the wind that blows out the candle,
i am the fire that consumes...
the smell of blood, the taste of wetness,
i am gunpowder stains on the trembling hand.
i am the web, and i am the lair.
i am the waves tugging at boundaries.
i am the window left open,
the fire untended.
i am snow covering the grave.
i am the night, erect and hungry.
i am the dawn, waiting on the unmade bed.
i am the whistle of the faraway train....
wild horses roaming the prairies.
i am hard whiskey, and i am warm milk.
the nipple hardened by desire.
i am footprints in the forbidden garden,
i am the song of longing!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Close Your Eyes
Stars reside high
As they have forever
Drawing gazes
Of the restless
Of those sleepless
Moonlight shines
Bathing everything it touches
In a glow as soft
As candlelight
All you have to do
Is close your eyes
Close your eyes
Rest your head
Let the dreams come
As they always do
Say goodbye
Say goodnight
Say a wish like you always do
Sweet lullabies
Weave their
Gentle sound through
Unbreakable placidness
Sleep descends slowly;
Like a leaf falling in Autumn
Soft whispers
Gentle breezes
Still the last of the dreamless
All you have to do
Is close your eyes
Close your eyes
Let the world fade
Let sleep come
Like it always will
Say goodbye
Say goodnight
Say farewell
To the stars shining brightly,
Like they always will
poem by Autumn Winds
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My Love
SHE has tender eyes that tell
All her prim, set lips suppress—
Daring thoughts that ever dwell
Prisoned in her bashfulness;
Hints of sudden tenderness
That within her breast rebel.
Till her bosom's fall and swell
Tell her meaning all too well,
To her heart's demure distress.
She has soft, smooth cheeks that flame
As she nestles close, so close,
With the new half-joy, half-shame,
That within her bosom glows,
And each fevered feature shows.
Her hot pulses beat acclaim
Of the hopes she dare not tame,
Fervid thoughts she cannot name—
Till I kiss her, and she knows.
She has clinging arms of white,
Little hands and fingers fine,
And she holds me tight, so tight;
While her eager arms entwine
Deep I drink her kisses' wine.
Hush! I feel through all her slight,
Trembling figure love's delight,
And she knows that all is right,
And her bosom beats with mine.
poem by Arthur Henry Adams
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Soft Top, Hard Shoulder
Soft top, hard shoulder
See me running down that line
I cant stop too much older now
Let it run in overtime
Run till it breaks up
Overheats and explodes
Pick up whats left of me
Leave the rest of it way down that road
Soft top, hard shoulder
Soft top, hard shoulder
Step in to the flame
Blue centre, so much colder
Wont be the same again
Im gonna run till it breaks up
Overheats and explodes
Pick up whats left of me
Leave the rest of it way down that road
Soft top, hard shoulder
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Running
Do you ever run?
Run with bare feet
Run against the wind
Run and feel you could fly
Run till your breath’s lost
Do you ever run?
Run carrying your heart
Run to avoid tears falling
Run and don’t care where to go
Run till your knees breaking
Do you ever run?
Run with all determination
Run to reach the sky
Run and try to catch the lack of time
Run till everything blurred into one
Do you ever run?
Run from all your fear
Run further away abandon the world
Run and never turn again
Run till the darkness swallowing
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Buck
Andy stroud
Buck
Youre a whole lot a man
Just take a look
At your great big hands
You know you can crush
Poor me in two
But gentle, oh so gentle
Are the things you do
I say I never have to worry
bout you goin out
There aint no other woman
Aint no need to doubt
So early to bed
And early to rise
I know just what youre thinkin
Bye the look in your eyes
I say buck
So sweet is your back
I like to wash you
And kiss you when youre wet
So hold me close
And squeeze me till I sigh
Please love me, honey
Till the day I die
I say buck
There aint no other man around
Get your lover gal
To calm right down
No question bout the way
I feel for you
So gentle, oh so gentle
Are the things you do
Oh so gentle, oh so gentle
Are the things you do
Oh so gentle, oh so gentle
Are the things you do
song performed by by Nina Simone
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