Facing facets of timely reminders.
I wound my way through the maze of me
unaware of the unseen company
Walking in parallels, they turned as did I
Appeared and then vanished in the blink of a why.
The man and the boy and the being without
as one, on a quest, on a question of doubt
Never finding the truths, for the truths are well masked
Insufficient heed paid, to the questions we asked.
Still I knew they were there
Still I knew they were me
Still I knew if we met
We would never agree.
For, for all they have learned
stored behind the brick wall
of the mind’s ebbing tide,
there’s more
we can't recall.
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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The Maze of Life
Onward through the maze of life
Each day forward we trek
Choosing which turn to take
Choices made, through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of life
Enduring our life in pleasures we seek
Engulfed in our own, private world
Slicing a way through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of life
Choices made, yet with little thought
The impact on others, without inclination
No compassion, through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of life
Grasping for all we can gather
Clawing to enhance our fortunes
Monetary wealth, through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of life
Each soul, a world of one
Each world, a kingdom of its own
Wasted soul, through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of life
No thoughts for the future,
Enjoying life, only for today,
, Future ignored, through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of life
Picking the apples, devouring the fruit
Filling our bellies today
Living for today, through the maze of life
Onward through the maze of death
A choice not chosen, a choice not ours
To late for changes, no more choices
Souls in default, through the maze of death!
poem by B.J. Ayers
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No. Of Course Not
They are right.
Standards and values have been ruined.
A quality of life has been slipping down the drain.
Nothing depicted as a wholesomeness,
No longer exists.
Nothing of it seems to remain.
And those elected to represent their interests...
Seem to have turned their backs on this.
And yet this acknowledgement...
Appeared from nowhere overnight.
Who possibly could be held accountable,
For keeping so many blinded and totally unaware?
Could it be...
The lust for greed and the various varieties of it?
No.
Of course not.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Indebted
Young I grew
When I got her company.
Younger I became
When she gave me company.
The youngest I went
When the company turned a courtship.
It inspired me to feel
I was not a spent force.
So much I owe her.
Too short is time
To settle her dues.
I pray to Him
That she gives me a chance.
3.11.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Chameleon? Me? No!
A chameleon? Me? No!
But I have appeared on scenes,
Unseen.
Ignored...
And not directly disrespected.
Unless someone regarded me as a pesty insect.
And someone named Jackson...
In my youth did me like that.
A bitter woman that lack attraction.
A chameleon? Me? No!
But I have appeared on scenes,
Unseen.
Not that others were being mean.
I'm not one to call attention to myself.
If it is given,
What can I say?
Go away?
I've tried that before!
It doesn't work.
Then I'm considered a complete jerk.
An egomaniac with insecurities.
A chameleon?
Me?
No!
I don't choose or wish to be.
Nor is that need inside of me.
I just love who it is I am.
With a love of life I experience.
And if others see that differently?
What about that can I really say?
Don't do it like that...
Do that my way?
There is too much to digest.
Too much life I have not lived yet.
To make confessions,
Of how I wished I had lived my life?
The way I 'could' have lived it.
And did that to my delight!
A chameleon?
Me?
No!
'Me' know just 'me' and that's it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Labyrinth
Tell me now of the maze
The place you went to search, to gaze
To try to find what I have hid
To try to crack, to break the lid
The cap I have forced upon emotion
The one I used to stop devotion
For I have made a labyrinth
A place to keep all my sins
I have made a labyrinth
And in my maze my heart is hid
These walls I built
So I could be a man of tin
To banish my feelings from the world
So tell me how did you get in.
A map of my maze you've unfurled
You followed it and found my chest
The box I made my self forget
You opened it and then you left
And then Death and I nearly met
So now I sit here alone
So lost in it, all on my own
The mess you've made is now called me
The wound's unable to be sown
The feelings the world shouldn't see
But now they stand, like banners flown
Now I sit in the breeze
The boat I'm in was hurry made
The thoughts in my head churning seas
Nothing more is left of the plans I laid
poem by John Dillenger II
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Less Time
Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I've taken account of everything,
there you have it. I've made a census of the stones, they are as numerous as my fingers and some
others; I've distributed some pamphlets to the plants, but not all were willing to accept them. I've
kept company with music for a second only and now I no longer know what to think of suicide, for
if I ever want to part from myself, the exit is on this side and, I add mischievously, the entrance, the
re-entrance is on the other. You see what you still have to do. Hours, grief, I don't keep a
reasonable account of them; I'm alone, I look out of the window; there is no passerby, or rather no
one passes (underline passes). You don't know this man? It's Mr. Same. May I introduce Madam
Madam? And their children. Then I turn back on my steps, my steps turn back too, but I don't
know exactly what they turn back on. I consult a schedule; the names of the towns have been
replaced by the names of people who have been quite close to me. Shall I go to A, return to B,
change at X? Yes, of course I'll change at X. Provided I don't miss the connection with boredom!
There we are: boredom, beautiful parallels, ah! how beautiful the parallels are under God's
perpendicular.
poem by Andre Breton
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Less Time
Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I've taken account
of everything, there you have it. I've made a census of the stones, they are as numerous
as my fingers and some others; I've distributed some pamphelts to the plants, but not all
were willing to accpet them. I've kept company with music for a second only and now I no
longer know what to think of suicide, for if I ever want to part from myself, the exit is
on this side and, I add mischievously, the entrance, the re-entrance is on the other. You
see what you still have to do. Hours, grief, I don't keep a reasonable account of them;
I'm alone, I look out of the window; there is no passerby, or rather no one passes
(underline passes). You don't know this man? It's Mr. Same.
May I introduce Madam Madam? And their children. Then I turn back on my steps, my steps
turn back too, but I don't know exactly what they turn back on. I consult a schedule; the
names of the towns have been replaced by the names of people who have been quite close to
me. Shall I go to A, return to B, change at X? Yes, of course I'll change at X. Provided I
don't miss the connection with boredom! There we are: boredom, beautiful parallels, ah!
how beautiful the parallels are under God's perpendicular.
poem by Richard Brautigan
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Walking On Ice
I walk on ice
I play with fire
For loving you, baby
I dance on wire
Oh I can't sleep at night
Loving you I pay that price
Loving you is like walking on ice
Who broke you down
Who's there to blame
Who tore you up inside
And left the pain
Oh, someone burned your life
And everyday I pay that price
Everyday I'm walking on ice
Time after time I wake up and find
I want you, I'm calling
Like always I'm falling on ice
Walking on ice
I can't blink an eye
Loving you I pay that price
Loving you is like walking on ice
song performed by by Quarterflash
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Then She Appeared
Then she appeared, apple venus on a half open shell
Then she appeared, the first photograph on fox talbots gel
I was a little frightened
Flying with my senses heightened
Cherubim cheered
When she appeared
Then she appeared, as the giggling crew of marie celeste
Then she appeared, pale atlantis rising out of the west
I was a little dazzled
Catherine wheeled and senses frazzled
Know it sounds weird
Then she appeared
And the sun which formerly shone
In the clearest summer sky
Suddenly just changed address
Now shines from her blue eyes
Then she appeared, brittle shooting star that dropped in my lap
Then she appeared, dressed in tricolour and phrygian cap
I was a little troubled
Hookah with my senses bubbled
All edward leared
Then she appeared
And the moon which formerly shone
On the marbled midnight mile
Suddenly just packed its bags
Now shines from her bright smile
Then she appeared
Out of nowhere
song performed by by Xtc
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Then She Appeared
Then she appeared, apple venus on a half open shell
Then she appeared, the first photograph on fox talbots gel
I was a little frightened
Flying with my senses heightened
Cherubim cheered
When she appeared
Then she appeared, as the giggling crew of marie celeste
Then she appeared, pale atlantis rising out of the west
I was a little dazzled
Catherine wheeled and senses frazzled
Know it sounds weird
Then she appeared
And the sun which formerly shone
In the clearest summer sky
Suddenly just changed address
Now shines from her blue eyes
Then she appeared, brittle shooting star that dropped in my lap
Then she appeared, dressed in tricolour and phrygian cap
I was a little troubled
Hookah with my senses bubbled
All edward leared
Then she appeared
And the moon which formerly shone
On the marbled midnight mile
Suddenly just packed its bags
Now shines from her bright smile
Then she appeared
Out of nowhere
song performed by by Xtc
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Keep On Walking!
sometimes it just seems like
it's just raining so hard,
that you feel like you're drowning!
cant see where you're going,
all sense of light swallowed up
in a grey fog....
keep on walking!
sometimes it seems like
you lose everything you thought
that you had...
everything you've worked for...
everything that mattered....
keep on walking!
sometimes it seems like
everything you do, everything you think,
everything you say, and
everything you feel
is the wrong damned thing;
every action a mistake,
not acting an even worse mistake...
keep on walking!
and sometimes it seems like
everybody you know has
turned their backs on you....
your friends have deserted you,
your lover abandons you...
and you're not even sure you
want to be with you....
keep on walking!
(you'll never find your way
home if you stop!)
keep on walking!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Mouse In The Maze
You did not
need to telephone today
to tell me
that you would not see me.
Today.
I already knew.
You left your job
I knew
you would not see me
very often.
If at all.
From this point on.
You live in the country
you can go nowhere.
Without justifying your time
people knowing.
Letting people know
paying for petrol.
You pay for petrol
money you no longer earn.
Where do you go?
Account for the petrol!
You do not realize yet
that you live in a maze.
You live in a maze
you are a mouse.
Merv runs the maze
you may run the house.
Or your own treadmill
you may run both.
You may run both
but both lead to nowhere.
You are the trained tame pet
caged laboratory mouse.
You may only run the house
and your children's home.
You are a mouse.
Merv the perve runs the maze.
The really sad thing is
he does not even bait you.
With a whole piece of cheese.
You run his prison maze
craving crumbs of affection.
He sometimes lets you keep.
You are only his mouse
running his relocated maze.
You are not as important
as his computer mouse.
Yet isn’t it funny
that I should fall for...
fall in love with
such a funny
mouse in a maze?
Apparently you are destined
to live a maze life,
running your treadmill
in submission,
to all important wishes
satisfying, the maze master?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Blink Of An Eye…
You called me a dreamer
You also said I am unreal
You think I am fool
But I hope I could change that with the blink of an eye.
You have never known me and you hated me as well
I never tried to explain, no matter how bad
So I kept loosing never had track of what I had
But I hope I could change all that with the blink of an eye.
Summer changed to winter
All the leaves kept coming down till the trees missed them bad
I kept on seeing the twilight, couldn’t see it all
But I hope I could change it all with the blink of an eye.
I kept on talking to myself and I blamed me too.
Imagined the butterflies sleeping on the roses that never bloomed
I was lost in constant retrospection and introspection it never helped
Only arguments grew stronger and the walls wouldn’t break.
But I hope I could change it all with the blink of an eye
Yes I hope I can change it all and do the undone with the blink of an eye
poem by Kunal Seth
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Blood Pigs
eye'm sorry
eye'm ugly
all that i am
and i can never live up
eye'm failing
eye'm angry
afraid of the ways
they pretend to be us
its fuct up
eye'm different
wurdz remain
my only escape
art saves
all of me
evolving
and now you're walking away!!!
eye'm so afraid
and now you're walking away
eye'm so ashamed
and now you're walking away!!
[voodoo spell]
II.
my mistake
was trusting you
blood pigs
with creating my fate
with poetry
and suffering
i cannibalized
every ounce of my pain
eye'm still afraid
everyday
these greedy worms
- they devour my plagues
eye'm not your slave
eye'm conquering
you see me rise
and now you're walking away!!!
eye'm not ashamed!
and now you're walking away!
eye'm not afraid!
and now you're walking away!!
[bridge and tunnel]
you can't hurt me anymore
you can't hurt me anymore
fed from the wound from
which we were bled
vomiting filth in
our soft cave heads
chewing on tissue
song performed by by Otep from Sevas Tra
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Blood Pig
eye'm sorry
eye'm ugly
all that i am
and i can never live up
eye'm failing
eye'm angry
afraid of the ways
they pretend to be us
its fuct up
eye'm different
wurdz remain
my only escape
art saves
all of me
evolving
and now you're walking away!!!
eye'm so afraid
and now you're walking away
eye'm so ashamed
and now you're walking away!!
(voodoo spell)
[II.]
my mistake
was trusting you
blood pigs
with creating my fate
with poetry
and suffering
i cannibalized
every ounce of my pain
eye'm still afraid
everyday
these greedy worms
- they devour my plagues
eye'm not your slave
eye'm conquering
you see me rise
and now you're walking away!!!
eye'm not ashamed!
and now you're walking away!
eye'm not afraid!
and now you're walking away!!
[bridge and tunnel]
you can't hurt me anymore
you can't hurt me anymore
fed from the wound from
which we were bled
vomiting filth in
our soft cave heads
chewing on tissue
song performed by by Otep from Sevas Tra
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My Dream Come True Just Turned Out To Be A Dream
Had Many Dreams
of Course you and I.
But my Dream Come True,
Just turned out to be a dream.
Badly did I want it to come true..
But it is really true,
True that
My Dream Come True,
Just turned out to be a dream.
We Dreamt of it Each Night,
Thought of it Each Day
My Dream Come True,
Just turned out to be a dream.
We Bickered With it all day
Through out our ways
But we still remained,
Remained unaware that
The Dream Come True,
Will just turn out to be a Dream.
We imagined us there
But we truly couldn't bear,
Bare that
Our Dream Come True,
Will just turned out to be a dream.
Up the Mountains,
Did we wish to go...
To the land of streams and snow
Did we wish to go…
But we didn't ever know,
Know that,
We'd sacrifice a soul…
Give it up as a whole
I wished we hadn't done that
So did all…
But we never ever knew
That the pass to enter the mounts,
Was to sacrifice a soul....
Mountains and rivulets,
Kept beckoning us…
The days faded away...
And at last
Towards them we made our Sway!
We called ourselves lucky,
Without knowing we weren't.
We Beamed with Pride
Over flowed with Joy.
But we stilled remained Unaware
That we'd sacrifice a soul.
And
Our Dream Come True,
Will just turn out to be a dream.
UP the divine land,
We were to be.
But couldn't we ever think,
Think one of us would reach Far Above
And Above to the Heaven.
We didn't imagine
She'd fly without us
FLY SO HIGH
High to the Heaven.
To make our dream come true
Just turn out to become a dream
And just a Dream
Mourning her removal from the Earth
Praying for her Placement in the Heaven,
We slid down the Mountains…
Being one less
One less than how many arrived
Our Dream Come true
JUST Turned out to be a DREAM!
It is Really True,
True That
Our Dream Come True,
Just turned out to be a dream.
A Dream Unforgettable…
poem by Rishi Kaashyap
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A Moment in Time
A Time to live,
a time to die,
life is like a vapor
so short and swift.
A blink of an eye
and it is over
a moment in time
you were ten years old.
A moment in time, you
were living so carefree
a moment in time
now your worn out.
From childhood
to adulthood,
only a blink
of an eye.
A moment in time
thinking it would
last for all eternity, just a
vapor before your eyes.
A moment in time
as you look
at your life
of chances you had.
A moment in time
is now ending
as you lay on your
death bed and,
you wonder where
life vanished to
as you close
your eyes in death.
Being the first to do something like this also registers a lot of attention that the line might not have gotten if all four books had just appeared from one company.
quote by Mark Millar
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Remains Unseen
The hate that tears at my brain
Remains unseen to you
The self loathing and the pain
I'm swinging at the end of my rope,
If you only knew
I am lost without a hope,
There's nothing I can do
Oh.
I don't want to live this day
It's getting harder every day,
To face what I've become
The fear of what I have become
Remains unseen to you
A heart that's just gone numb
Remains unseen to you
I just want to close my eyes
And pretend this isn't true
Throw my hands up to the skies
There's nothing I can do
Oh.
This feeling of helplessness
And despair remains unseen to you
It's the cross that I must bear,
But it remains unseen to you
I dwell in a twisted reality of hate,
Remains unseen to you
Ugly thoughts, you cannot relate,
So I'll remain unseen to you
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Julian at the Mysteries
But when he found himself in darkness,
in the earth's awful depths,
with a group of unholy Greeks,
and bodiless figures appeared before him
with haloes of light,
the young Julian for a moment lost his nerve:
an impulse from his pious years came back
and he crossed himself.
The Figures vanished at once;
the haloes faded away, the lights went out.
The Greeks glanced at each other.
The young man said: 'Did you see the miracle?
I'm frightened, friends. I want to leave.
Didn't you see how the demons vanished
the second they saw me make the holy sign of the cross?'
The Greeks chuckled scornfully:
'Shame on you, shame, to talk that way
to us sophists and philosophers!
If you want to say things like that,
say them to the Bishop of Nicomedia and his priests.
The greatest gods of our glorious Greece
appeared before you.
And if they left, don't think for a minute
that they were frightened by a gesture.
It was just that when they saw you
making that vile, that crude sign,
their noble nature was disgusted
and they left you in contempt.'
This is what they said to him, and the fool
recovered from his holy, blessed fear,
convinced by the unholy words of the Greeks.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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