Clutter (Life Poem)
The agoraphobic need to clutter
The empty spaces in
My life with
Needless
&
Endless
Junk is the
Un-relaxing discomfort
In my struggle for a simple life
poem by Ian Beckett
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Empty Pages
(graham russell)
When youre out in front and your life is unsure
What have you got goin for you after every road you turn
Its magic when you tell me and run your fingers through my hair
I dont need your persuasion, cos Im already there
Ive just read it through and I said to myself
Thats not really you, Ill keep myself to myself
Its magic when you tell me, and write the words I want to see
When I reach the last line, its just empty for me
Ive been learning so long, about the things you do
Ive been learning so long about you, about you
(chorus)
Empty pages Ive read you all through
Empty pages filled with spaces I fell in and I fell in
Empty pages Ive read you all through
Empty pages filled with spaces I fell in and I fell in.
song performed by by Air Supply
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Empty Page
(graham russell)
When you're out in front and your life is unsure
What have you got goin' for you after every road you turn
It's magic when you tell me and run your fingers through my hair
I don't need your persuasion, cos i'm already there
I've just read it through and i said to myself
That's not really you, i'll keep myself to myself
It's magic when you tell me, and write the words i want to see
When i reach the last line, it's just empty for me
I've been learning so long, about the things you do
I've been learning so long about you, about you
(chorus)
Empty pages i've read you all through
Empty pages filled with spaces i fell in and i fell in
Empty pages i've read you all through
Empty pages filled with spaces i fell in and i fell in.
song performed by by Air Supply
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I Must Rid Myself Of Clutter
I feel cluttered by the junk accumulated in my brain
And I feel this great desire to recover my creativity again
And to rid myself of the shackles of my negativity
Change your thinking and change your World and change my thinking and change me.
Years of worrying about little worrying is a waste of time
And feeling envious of my betters and condemning them in rhyme
I am well beyond the fifty and still close to poverty
Negative thoughts only cause clutter and in a rose a weed you see.
If you gobble with the turkeys with the birds you cannot fly
And to tell yourself you are perfect is to tell yourself a lie
And to rid yourself of clutter is to set your thinking free
You will see a different World and look at others differently.
Negativity, greed and envy I must cast all of these away
And be less critical of others and not hurt them in what I say
Change your thinking and change your World still so happens to be true
And never too late to make changes and to start once more anew.
When I look into the mirror I can see my hair is gray
And I keep on telling myself I looked younger yesterday
We can change our way of thinking we are what we want to see
If I see myself as younger I can see a younger me.
I must rid myself of clutter it is never too late to change
Though many of those who know me may see me as someone strange
Do my bit for self awareness and to my life bring harmony
I can only change the World if I start by changing me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Walk With Dark Thoughts
I walk with dark thoughts-
The sunlight on the morning road smiles at me-
Life is an endless struggle between the dark and the light in oneself-
Fear and Hope war within endlessly-
As the day goes by
It will become brighter,
But Darkness always comes again-
And in the early morning lying awake before the light has come
It will prevail again-
Life is an endless struggle between the dark and light in oneself-
Oh God Please let there be greater light in me
In the days and the years ahead-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Life Is Like...
Life is like an endless circle
that goes round and round forever.
Life is just like an endless circle
filled with tears and wounds.
Life is like an endless scar
that just hurts more and more
Life is like an endless scar
that only make me cry.
Life is like an endless pain
that never seems to end
Life is like and endless pain
that just goes round and round forever.
Life is like an endless story
that i just want to end
Life is just like an endless story
there tragic is the line
Life is like an endless song
that goes on and on forever
Life is just like an endless song
with a melody that can tear up hearts.
Life is like a pure shit hole
that don't have anything me to offer
Life is just like a pure shit hole
that never get an end
Life is just pain and tears
i don't know what to do
i don't know how to do
i just know i want out
i just know i want to put
put my final dot.
poem by Fredde Afzederos
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Givers Takers
life is full of givers
stealers of life takers...
givers give to all races
takers take leave empty spaces...
it is impossible to give to compulsive takers
takers never satisfied with deleting happy faces...
life is full of givers
givers give to all races...
stealers of life takers
takers take leave empty spaces...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Europe Endless
Europe endless
Endless endless endless endless
Europe endless
Endless endless endless endless
Life is timeless
Europe endless
Life is timeless
Europe endless
Europe endless
Endless endless endless endless
Europe endless
Endless endless endless endless
Parks, hotels and palaces
Europe endless
Parks, hotels and palaces
Europe endless
Promenades and avenues
Europe endless
Real life and postcard views
Europe endless
Europe endless
Endless endless endless endless
Europe endless
Endless endless endless endless
Elegance and decadence
Europe endless
Elegance and decadence
Europe endless
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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Man Worries
the way life was
is something life
should never be
verbally and physically
abusing me
you broke me down
down to my knees
you put your hands on me
in front of my seeds
but im finally free
free to be me
free from the endless struggle
i had to endure
at the hands of someone
i thought loved me
scared to leave
cause of what you said youd do to me
afraid at times to come home
cause of how you treated me
but now im gone
and never coming back
me and the kids
are living a worry free life
i have moved on
and found a new wife
who loves me for me
and not the punching bag
you wanted me to be
i was called a punk and all that junk
because mama taught me respect
respect my wife and she will respect you
never put your hands on a woman
thats what everyone said
well who do you turn to
when its the woman putting fists to your head.
poem by Shanika Lowe
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Sunny Day Upon Sunny Day
While sunny day upon sunny day
is swept away
and life goes on in its age-old clutter
with beggars in the gutter
some people are full of laughter,
are celebrating to the day after
and to others have no pity
while they are happy and pretty
and so life still goes on,
with every passing day that is gone,
while from the time of birth
the days of man go back to the earth,
while sunny day upon sunny day
is swept away
and life goes on in its age-old clutter
with beggars in the gutter.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Packrat
Storing this,
And storing that.
Why be such
A packrat?
Clutter here,
And clutter there.
Piles of clutter
Everywhere.
Furniture, clothes,
Boxes, beads:
Stuff you don’t
Even need.
Always on a
Shopping spree,
But naught canst thou
Take with thee.
©
poem by Walterrean Salley
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Empty As The Air
A life of substance, is always one that is desired.
But what of the substance you speak of?
How do you define it?
For ones man's junk is another man's treasure.
Substance is what we make of it.
Leading an interesting life in the gallows, could be considered a life of substance if that is what he desires.
Are you trying say he is saying pity me I have not lived an interesting life, one full of life changing, learning, and ever different experiences?
Do go on, as we investigate the brain.
Put it under some light.
What is really their?
Hmm, I can only wonder.
Maybe it is something empty as the air.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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A Fact Of My Life
I am always rewinding things
To hear what was missed between
The spaces between the spaces...
Words that were not spoken
Wonderful things never said
But were going through my mind
Like a hard rubber ball
Bouncing between the walls
Of the spaces between the walls....
Echoes reverberate
With incessant sound
Of inarticulate voices...
Incomprehensible
Maddening hollow sounds
Crash against walls of hollow sounds...
Which drive me to madness
Trying to coexist
In a world outside me...
In which hollow sounds
Resound against crashed walls
Of rewinding empty spaces....
That is my life
What else can I say....
COPY WRITE©2009
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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My Diary (Demo Recording)
I looked in my diary, no spaces today,
A life so eventful, stacked with appointments too important to break,
Lunch at the bistro, tea at the savoy cafe,
No time to contemplate the isolation,
No second can be wasted, no space to think because,
My diary is full but my life is empty.
Oh yes, my diary is full but my life is empty.
Its all so contemporary, the sheer pretension of it,
Its all so temporary, but all so shallow really,
Let me look, I might be able to squeeze you in between,
No, my diary is so full I couldnt possibly meet you today,
This evening is blocked out with potential investors in my lonely one-man play,
Perhaps next week maybe when there are fewer functions to attend,
So for now Ill pencil you in,
Between the visit to my doctor, my appointment at the bank,
This time its really crucial, thats why its written in red,
My diary is my life and my life is standing on my head,
Oh my diary is full but my life is empty,
Oh yes my diary is full but my life...
I look at your picture on my bedroom wall,
Im trying to forget you, thats why my diary is so full,
Chock-a-block with engagements but its only for show,
cause Im all dressed up with nowhere to go,
To stop my isolation, keep myself occupied,
My diary is my one salvation,
Names, dates, numbers, but inside I long to cancel all those entries,
My diary is full but my lifes empty,
My diary is full but my life is empty.
song performed by by Kinks
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My Diary
I looked in my diary, no spaces today,
A life so eventful, stacked with appointments too important to break,
Lunch at the bistro, tea at the savoy cafe,
No time to contemplate the isolation,
No second can be wasted, no space to think because,
My diary is full but my life is empty.
Oh yes, my diary is full but my life is empty.
Its all so contemporary, the sheer pretension of it,
Its all so temporary, but all so shallow really,
Let me look, I might be able to squeeze you in between,
No, my diary is so full I couldnt possibly meet you today,
This evening is blocked out with potential investors in my lonely one-man play,
Perhaps next week maybe when there are fewer functions to attend,
So for now Ill pencil you in,
Between the visit to my doctor, my appointment at the bank,
This time its really crucial, thats why its written in red,
My diary is my life and my life is standing on my head,
Oh my diary is full but my life is empty,
Oh yes my diary is full but my life...
I look at your picture on my bedroom wall,
Im trying to forget you, thats why my diary is so full,
Chock-a-block with engagements but its only for show,
cause Im all dressed up with nowhere to go,
To stop my isolation, keep myself occupied,
My diary is my one salvation,
Names, dates, numbers, but inside I long to cancel all those entries,
My diary is full but my lifes empty,
My diary is full but my life is empty.
song performed by by Kinks
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No Simple Life
Life is simple but not for me
It's just not easy doing ABC
People think that I'm lazy
I just thought I was going crazy
It's hard to do my work I find
Because It's always on my mind
Reading, writing and arithmetic
Do I really have to do it
Not being able to read, write or spell
Living in this bubble of hell
I try to escape from thoughts and strife
No one knows my secret life
Or the struggle that I face each day
Dyslexia is real and it's here to stay.
Life is simple, it's just not easy.
poem by Hazel Connelly
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O Me! O Life!
O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring;
Of the endless trains of the faithless--of cities fill'd with the
foolish;
Of myself forever reproaching myself, (for who more foolish than I,
and who more faithless?)
Of eyes that vainly crave the light--of the objects mean--of the
struggle ever renew'd;
Of the poor results of all--of the plodding and sordid crowds I see
around me;
Of the empty and useless years of the rest--with the rest me
intertwined;
The question, O me! so sad, recurring--What good amid these, O me, O
life?
Answer.
That you are here--that life exists, and identity;
That the powerful play goes on, and you will contribute a verse.
poem by Walt Whitman
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When Life was Simple
When life was simple
Was when I was in mother's womb?
but wait we were poor so my mom got no prenatal care.
When life was simple
Was when my mother gave birth to me...?
but wait I was born premature with a collapsed lung unable to breathe.
When life was simple
Was when I was 6 month old?
but wait that was when my mom found out I have Cerebral Palsy.
When life was simple
Was when I was about ten?
but wait that when I was called the little cripple boy who has no friends.
When life was simple
I was about 26
but wait that when my mother scoffed at my poetic gift.
Well I'm 41 now
and throughout the years there's one thing I have learned
Life is never simple.
Empty Slate
A simple time,
that I remember,
when life was blank,
And I could write anything,
Become anyone and be anything,
with imagination and tales,
so strange,
life was simple with,
my clear and empty slate,
now my slate,
Cluttered and flaked,
leads my life,
Taking hold,
Instead of me,
choices made,
Stay in my heart,
and scar the future,
with the past.
poem by Rebecca Adams
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Moments
Moments that give life a lift
Come with such simple surprise, as if a gift,
Offering life more meaning and alure
With some fine spice and sweet ardor.
Like sharing a drink with an old friend
Or lazily sleeping in,
Holding your child for the first time
Thanking God for the ties that bind,
Watching that favorite old movie in black-n-white
A cool breeze on a hot summer night,
Out West on a relaxing and beautiful hike
Lingering long in the vista of such magnificent sights...
These moments of life
That, at least for a while, make everything seem alright;
Life's simple pursuits
Are indeed the freshest fruits.
However; midnight or noon,
The end of each comes far too soon.
Whether lasting a day or a week,
They are so short, quick, albeit sweet.
These moments pass like mornings glory,
Only a page or two from life's larger story;
So take them fully as they come
For far too soon they are gone, and done.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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The Golden Book
If life is an endless cycle,
How come it stops?
For there is no stop,
Merely a pause
Because the human mind,
Is an endless cycle of stories
Stories which are forgotten,
Remembered only when one reaches the light
The light being a golden book,
Of ones history of happiness
Within this book of eternity,
Lies a deeper truth
Life is forever
Life is endless
Life is eternal
Life is worth living
But life is limited, possibilities are endless
For life is short,
Merely a chapter in the golden book
(written by me and Andy Klenk)
poem by Paul Celano
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