My Love Is Too Much
My love is too much-
it embarrasses you-
blood, poems, babies,
red needs that telephone
from foreign countries,
black needs that spatter
the pages
of your white papery heart.
You would rather have a girl
with simpler needs:
lunch, sex, undemanding
loving,
dinner, wine, bed,
the occasional blow-job
& needs that are never
red as gaping wounds
but cool & blue
as television screens
in tract houses.
Oh my love,
those simple girls
with simple needs
read my books too.
They tell me they feel
the same as I do.
They tell me I transcribe
the language of their hearts.
They tell me I translate
their mute, unspoken pain
into the white light
of language.
Oh love,
no love
is ever wholly undemanding.
It can pretend coolness
until the pain comes,
until the first baby comes,
howling her own infant need
into a universe
that never summoned her.
The love you seek
cannot be found
except in the white pages
of recipe books.
It is cooking you seek,
not love,
cooking with sex coming after,
cool sex
that speaks to the penis alone,
& not the howling chaos
of the heart.
poem by Erica Jong
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Books
The universe (which others call the library). . .
-Jorge Luis Borges
Books which are stitched up the center with coarse white thread
Books on the beach with sunglass-colored pages
Books about food with pictures of weeping grapefruits
Books about baking bread with browned corners
Books about long-haired Frenchmen with uncut pages
Books of erotic engravings with pages that stick
Books about inns whose stars have sputtered out
Books of illuminations surrounded by darkness
Books with blank pages & printed margins
Books with fanatical footnotes in no-point type
Books with book lice
Books with rice-paper pastings
Books with book fungus blooming over their pages
Books with pages of skin with flesh-colored bindings
Books by men in love with the letter O
Books which smell of earth whose pages turn
poem by Erica Jong
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Make love with me
The reality of your dream
Is a mask turned backward
Black over white, black over white
Love over pain, love over pain.
Hey, take me to yourself.
The dream of my reality
Is the backward of that mask
Turned backward
White over black, white over black
Pain over love, pain over love.
Hey, come to myself.
Come to self in self
In that place where
Everything can be
Black into white when is taken from us
Or white into black when is given to us.
Love into pain when is given to us.
Or pain into love when is taken from us.
Look to the mask
Intangible
Me
And
You
Alw ays the same
Looking for myself
Through you
And looking for yourself
Through me.
In that place where
Everything can be
Sometimes
Black without white and white without black
Or pain without love and love without pain
In losing control.
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poem by Marieta Maglas
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Impala
I love girl girl love me
It not all it cracked up to be
Soda pop radio on
Dedicate my girl a song
Gone are days of simple things
Got to buy baby diamond rings
Keep it simple just dont brag
Got to be high speed low drag
In the impala of my love (doo wop doo wop)
Baby of my love (doo wop doo wop)
Baby of my love (doo wop doo wop)
Baby of my love
Coffee pot is so bilingual
Self help books on being single
Everything today is so hi tech
Why cant we just park by the lake and neck
In the impala of my love (doo wop doo wop)
Baby of my love (doo wop doo wop)
Baby of my love (doo wop doo wop)
Baby of my love
Love in the 20th century is
Such confusion such mystery
Wheres my modem
Wheres my mother
Fax incoming
Oh brother
Stars are out you look fine
Empty clothes empty bottle of wine
You got nice jambes thats french for legs
Lets cook in the back like a couple poached eggs
In the impala of my love (doo wop doo wop)
Baby of my love (doo wop doo wop)
Baby of my love (doo wop doo wop)
Baby of my love
song performed by by Jewel
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White Houses
Crashed on the floor when i moved in
This little bungalow with some strange new friends
Stayed up too late, and I'm too thin
We promise each other it's till the end
Now we're spinning empty bottles, it's the fives of us
With pretty-eyed boys girls die to trust
I can't resist the day oh no i can't resist the day
And Jenny screams out and it's no pose
'Cause when she dances she goes and goes
Beer through the nose on an inside joke
And I'm so excited I haven't spoken
And she's so pretty and she's so sure
Maybe I'm more clever than a girl like her
The summer's all in bloom
The summer's ending soon
It's all right
And it's nice not to be so alone
But I hold on to secrets in white houses
Maybe I'm a little bit over my head
I come undone at the things he said
He's so funny in his bright red shirt
we were all in love and we all got hurt
I sneak into his car's cracked leather seat
The smell of gasoline in the summer heat
Boy we're going way too fast
It's all too sweet to last...
It's alright and i put myself in his hands
but i hold on to secrets in White Houses
Love or something ignites in my veins
and i pray it never fades in white houses
My first time
Hard to explain
Rush of blood, oh
And a little bit of pain
On a cloudy day
It's more common than you think
He's my first mistake
Maybe you were all faster than me
We gave each other up so easily
These silly little wounds will never mend
I feel so far from where I've been
So I go and I will not be back here again
I'm gone as the day is fading on white houses
I lie, put my injuries all in the dust
In my heart is the 5 of us in white houses
And you, maybe you'll remember me
What I gave is yours to keep
In white houses
In white houses
In white houses.
song performed by by Vanessa Carlton
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Pain
Pain. Pain in the body.
Pain in the mind.
Pain. Feel the pain.
Go to the centre of it.
In the centre, a flame.
A cool, warm, steady, white, white flame
so white, that
it is more light than white.
Cool as detachment.
Warm as love.
Bright as enlightenment;
burning the unnecessary.
The flame of healing,
as old as the world.
As old as olive trees and oil and sacred lamps,
as old as wisdom.
In the flame, an angel.
That is what the angel said.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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White Lie
One little white lie
One white lie surrounds us
One white lie wont stop the love
That I feel around us
Darlin, do you think about me
What I feel for you, dont you ever doubt me
You see the lock on the door
Of this heart, but you hold the key
I need the trust you can give
Is there something that you need from me?
One little white lie
One white lie surrounds us
One white lie wont stop the love
That I feel around us
Secrets, and the way we keep them
Between you and me
Promise well never need them
I can see something so true
No one else could ever see
And Ill never chance losing you
I believe my heart, I hear what its telling me
One little white lie
One white lie surrounds us
One white lie wont stop the love
That I feel around us
One little white lie
One white lie tears us apart
One white lie wont stop the love
Thats waiting in this heart
Thats waiting in this heart
Temptation leave us alone
cause I know youre always there
But white lies can weigh like stone
And in this world I hear them everywhere
One little white lie, ooh yeah
One white lie surrounds us
One white lie wont stop the love
That I feel around us
One little white lie, one lie
One white lie tears us apart
One white lie wont stop the love
Thats waiting in this heart
Thats waiting in this heart
One lie, one lie
One little white lie, one white lie
One white lie, one little white lie
song performed by by Foreigner
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Love me!
Love me!
You who has nocked the doors of my wounded heart
Love me!
For your sake I believed in love once again
Love me!
O, man who has conviced me that the men also cry
I Say,
I love you
And I know you're sinking for her love
I ask you!
Love me!
And I know that your heart on the path of her love is a martyr
I say!
Love me!
And I know that your heart from the ache of her love is bleeding
You the man who, does not sleep,
Yet, does not wake up
Until he takes his pen and
Immerses it in his own blood,
To write on the pages of his wounded heart
The pain of his love every single day
To start his day,
over and over again
Everyday!
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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One Love, Alot Of Pain
In life, there’s one love but a lot of pain
Love heals your wounds when the pain is too much
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Love is an angel while the pain is a devil
Love gives comfort when the pain is hurtful
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Love is the light while the pain is the darkness
Love is a rainbow while the pain is a thunder
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Love will be strong when the pain is weak
Love is true but the pain is false
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Love fair while the pain is un-fair
Love is surely possible when the pain is impossible
Love is nowhere, if the pain is everywhere.
Let The Pendulum Swing
Let the pendulum swing.
Let the old guard surrender
It is a new day, a new world,
A new language I wish to speak
The language of love
May I have the words I need to speak my truth,
To translate my heart and my vision
To my beloved and his children
To all who come to sit at our table
Or walk with us through the market place
Or pray with us by the water
May I have the plain poetry to tell them how I feel
Or why there is pain,
If the answers are mine to know.
And if they are, I ask the spirit to let me share them
With a light heart, with laughter,
Wth no expectation, with humility
But for the grace of thee, go i.
May I know my innocence
Every moment of every day
May I be a child forever
Intoxicated by hot sand, cool winds, by love
By my own communication to the spirit.
May my aliveness always be as loud
When I make love, as when I cry
May I see my own reflection in the mirror
And smile
My love,
You are my teacher
And I surrender to your heart
The purest heart Ive ever seen
Today I give you everything that is mine to give
My truth
All my innocence
And all my heart
I am yours
Let the dance begin.
- julia
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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I am a man of black and white
I am a man of black and white,
my name is written on the gates of the sky.
i am a man of black and white
my origin is united, yet two apart.
I speak the language of the whites,
but lost in the language of the blacks.
i am a man of black and white,
my resemblance is same with the blacks.
I am a man of black and white,
i was brought up in the land of the whites.
i am a man of black and white,
my home is in the south-east, in the abode of my black dad.
I am a man of black and white,
i love the aspirations of life.
i am a man of black and white,
although two apart, we are united as one.
poem by Randy Micheal
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Now At Liberty
Little white love, your way you've taken;
Now I am left alone, alone.
Little white love, my heart's forsaken.
(Whom shall I get by telephone?)
Well do I know there's no returning;
Once you go out, it's done, it's done.
All of my days are gray with yearning.
(Nevertheless, a girl needs fun.)
Little white love, perplexed and weary,
Sadly your banner fluttered down.
Sullen the days, and dreary, dreary.
(Which of the boys is still in town?)
Radiant and sure, you came a-flying;
Puzzled, you left on lagging feet.
Slow in my breast, my heart is dying.
(Nevertheless, a girl must eat.)
Little white love, I hailed you gladly;
Now I must wave you out of sight.
Ah, but you used me badly, badly.
(Who'd like to take me out tonight?)
All of the blundering words I've spoken,
Little white love, forgive, forgive.
Once you went out, my heart fell, broken.
(Nevertheless, a girl must live.)
poem by Dorothy Parker
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Pain
Like the pain in my trick arm
the pain i feel is my heart beating
and my muffled breathing
i stand outside staring at the sun
having my morning cigarrette
smiling at the earth that lay so cool around me
people walk by but do they see that my smile
is just my cover
do they see the pain inside
im complicated and hard to read
like the scars on my wrists my smiles fade
like the fresh blood they bleed
a new thought comes into mind
the blood stains like the marked impresion
on my heart of all the things i love
and all the ppl i care for
when i look back now and see
all the pain i have caused others
and the pain they have caused me
it breakes my heart to remember how cold
i used to be
my pain flows every day and stuff happends
it hurts and sometimes i wish i could freeze
and heal my wounds and the wounds of others
but pain will never stop coming so its best
not to let it get you and take over
poem by Sandy Vanity
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Love Me Is All I Ask
Love Me Is All I Ask
Love me is all I ask,
Love me is all I Seek,
Love me is all I Desire,
Love me is all I Pray,
Love me is all I Want and Need.
Through my Pain, Love Me,
Through my Faults and Mistakes Love Me,
Through my Weakness, Love Me,
Through my Sins, Love Me with Forgiveness,
Through my Failures, Love Me,
Through my Sorrow, Love Me,
Through my Fears, Love Me,
Through my Frustrations, Love Me,
Yes Love me is all I Ask,
Love me is all I Seek,
Love me is all I Desire,
Love me is all I Pray,
Love me is all I Want and Need.
Through my laughter, Love Me,
Through my Success, Love Me,
Through my Righteousness, Love Me,
Through my Boldness, Love Me,
Through my Perfections, Love Me,
Through my Strength, Love Me,
Through my Peace and Rest, Love Me,
Yes Love me is all I Ask,
Love me is all I Seek,
Love me is all I Desire,
Love me is all I Pray,
Love me is all I want and Need,
So Just Love Me.
poem by Cute Faces International
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Colors of a Fallen World
Purple pages of my heart
Bruised to black by ink pen
Frozen in an icy mist
Cauterize my wounded soul
Gray and bleak my future seems
Correct the wrongs
And wrong the rights
Crimson blood pours
From every orifice
Deceit poisons human existence
Pregnant with immorality
The world swells with pride
Given in to satanic influence
The earth bleeds yellow
Stain the white
With your green lies
And hope the blue
Stays opaque
Heal the bruises
Black to skin
Paint a rainbow promise
And fail to keep it white
Love the world in red
My eyes go blind
With fear of black
Tears of blue soak in
It’s not enough my friend
The world is black
And death is abundant
Sin rules purple
And love fails white
Pink flowers wilt and gray
My purple pages stay black
poem by Jennifer Sollmann
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Why I Love You My Beloved
Why I Love you my beloved
Why my love for you is so strong
How my heart's strings begins to vibrate
Every time that you fall to my mind
Why when I hear your name my soul gets wings
And like the baterfly begins to fly
Why I forget every reason that should make me hate you
Believe me when I say even I don't know
Yet the emotions of the love are so hard to be described
But only thigh that I'm sure from
That I do love the love because of your love
Yet I believe that the real love doesn't need a reason
To come true
It's so simple and clear
It's like to be or not to be
It's like to live or to die
To choose the Black or the white
It's so simple yet hard to be found
This is what's called the real love.
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Forsaking My Love
I hate you
I wish to tear you away from me
This tumor that clings to my chest
The thing that makes me ache
That haunts my dreams
And tears at my desires
You have brought me only pain
My untamed heart
That beast that gnaws at my soul
That pitifully whines
Bringing my mind into unwanted pain
Yet how can I blame you
How can I chastise you when I listen intently to your pleas
Why should I punish you for what my eyes feed upon
How can I blame my eyes for falling upon her
She who brings light to the eternal darkness of my soul
She whose eyes bring me to subjection
Whose smile leaves me in awe
How can I blame you when my ears are met with her laughter
How they submerge into her song
How they quiver at her voice
Why should I punish you for inclining my soul
Tempting it with the one sense that has been forsaken by her
How could I look over the thought of the brushing of lips
The touching of hands
The binding of the soul, mind, and body
O you wretched heart
What am I to do with this constant companion
How could I tear you away
When she is the cause of my agony
Or rather
It is the lack of her which brings me sorrow
It is the need for her that leaves my heart in pain
Yet she is not mine
She was never mine
She will never be mine
O my poor heart
How can I make you see reason
When all you do is show me the truth
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poem by Michael Silver
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Electricity
We got a love that's cold as stone
We got a love from our violent homes
We got a love and it got no name
We kiss our love with lips like pain
We got a lotta electricity
We got a love like AC/DC
We got a love and it got no shame
We kiss our love with lips like pain
[chorus]
Oh it's bigger than the universe
It's bigger than the universe
It's bigger than the 2 of us
Oh it's bigger than you and me
We got a love between us and it's like electricity
We got a love like a violent mind
We get our love from white white lines
We got a love and it got no name
We kiss our love with lips like pain
We got a love from nowhere towns
We got a love like electric sounds
We got a love and it got no shame
We kiss our love with lips like pain
I said
song performed by by Suede from Head Music
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You Are Translating True Love In The Language That You Like
it is amazing
here you are translating the meaning of true in your own language.
i am amazed.
you love poetry after all? you still love
true love
i hear the cracks of your broken heart
i pretend it is nothing to me
i see how you bleed
your white shirt bloody
and your hands
cupping some drops of blood
from your bosom
i pretend i have not seen such a pitiful sight
i have my own broken hearts too
but you will never know that
you have contempt on my lost loves
because you never understand that true love can also be
more than what you expect
it can be more than one
it can be many
the way i love are like ten fingers
the caress of ten fingers
they move like a tribe of love
on the thighs of my beloved
on her breasts
how can i be so cruel living with just
a finger to love just one?
now i make a poem about true love
the one that uses so much of myself
to love not just one
but all
yes, do not be surprised
to love all of humanity and humanity
has not just one set of breasts and thighs
oh, there are hundreds of them
and from their milk a thousand children shall live
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bitter Blow of Love
Love! you dealt a bitter blow –
You lay me cross the mortal plains,
Bedewed, bedimmed amongst a show
Of tearful clouds: eternal rains
To weep at my enduring foe
Of harsh reality – searing pains of
Destiny: dependable propensity
To fool myself repeatedly
That I could ever triumph over love!
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Love, Sex and Tagliatelle Taglines.
We love our sex,
Romance,
And television soaps.
Those films, thrillers
Documentaries about nature, animals, children, horses,
Dogs and cats.
God, Death, religion, space;
People, friends and family;
Relationships;
Dreams, hope, heart;
Life;
Thoughts and feelings;
Books, novels, poems and poetry.
Pain and pleasure;
Black and white;
Good and evil;
Food and drink;
And of course,
Italian cuisine.
Celebrities like Beckham,
Federer, Hoy,
Hendrix, Clapton,
Lennon and McCartney.
Yes we love them all
And seek them out,
Whenever we have time.
Pleasure seeking as we surf the net
For those golden holidays
In lands filled with money,
And palmy beaches.
Fantasies fulfilled.
(C) PB Yorkshire,28\2\2009 at 21.30.
poem by Paul Butters
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