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Within me
I carry another self
An invisible twin
Who constantly confused me
When I was still a child
One summer noon
When the town seemed
Seated on a pyre
And damp bedspreads
Dripped water around
Fiery windows
I was forced to
Commit homicide...
Blood trickled
Down my tender thighs...
In the final act
Of drawing curtains
Down on my stage
My biology seemed to
Spell my denouement...
After nursing
Decades of guilt,
I'm acquitted...
He and me
Are after all
Siamese twins!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Suicide
Hey there killer, where you goin'?
I see you got a gun and your anger is showing
What you about to do? Gonna kill her man?
I know that you are, but you don't really understand
You wanna be scary, wanna freak her out
Knock on her door, and put the gun in your own mouth
Let her try to stop you, it doesn't work
Turn so she can see you, and make the back of your head squirt!
Before you go and commit, a homicide!
Do us all a favor, you should try suicide!
If your gonna commit, a homicide
Spare us all the drama, you should try suicide!
Hey there killer, where you been?
Plotting out the murder on the perfect ten
Wanna make scary on her, I assume
Break in her house and hang yourself in her bedroom
Hey there killer, your unstoppable
Out of control and yo, she's irresistible
Go to her job and drink some gasoline
Swallow a match, and show her just what she means to ya!
Before you go and commit, a homicide!
Do us all a favor, you should try suicide!
If your gonna commit, a homicide
Spare us all the drama, you should try suicide!
Suicide
Before you go and commit, a homicide! (killer)
Do us all a favor, you should try suicide! (come on and try it)
If your gonna commit, a homicide (try it)
Spare us all the drama, you should try suicide! (suicide)
Before you go and commit, a homicide! (killer)
Do us all a favor, you should try suicide! (come on and try it)
If your gonna commit, a homicide (try it)
Spare us all the drama, you should try suicide! (suicide)
Please don't commit, a homicide! (killer)
Do us all a favor, you should try suicide! (come on and try it)
If your gonna commit, a homicide (try it)
Spare us all the drama, you should try suicide!!!
song performed by by Zug Izland
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Law and claw
Convicted of the crime that you committed,
You will absolve the guilt.
Convicted of the crime that you uncommitted,
You will curse the guilt.
Acquitted of the crime that you
uncommitted,
You will evict the guilt.
Acquitted of the crime that you committed,
You die of the guilt.
To escape from law
is to succumb to conscience’s claw.
29.12.2001, Palakkad
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Carry You
Lay down your burden, I will carry you
I will carry you, my child
Lay down your burden, I will carry you
I will carry you, my child, my child
If I can walk on water
And calm a restless sea
I've done a thousand things you've never done
And I'm weary watchin'
While you struggle on your own
Call my name, I'll come
Lay down your burden, I will carry you
I will carry you, my child
Lay down your burden, I will carry you
I will carry you, my child, my child
I give vision to the blind
And I can raise the dead
I've seen the darker side of Hell
And I returned
And I see these sleepless nights
And I count every tear you cry
I know some lessons hurt to learn
Lay down your burden, I will carry you
I will carry you, my child
Lay down your burden, I will carry you
I will carry you, my child, my child
I will carry you, my child
I see these sleepless nights
And I count every tear you cry
And call my name, I'll come runnin'
Lay down your burden, I will carry you
I will carry you, my child
Lay down your burden, I will carry you
I will carry you, my child, my child
I will carry you, my child, my child
I will carry you
Hey-Yeah-Hey-Yeah Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Hey-Yeah-Hey-Yeah Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Hey-Yeah-Hey-Yeah Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
Hey-Yeah-Hey-Yeah Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh
song performed by by Amy Grant
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My Siamese Twin
My love, my siamese twin
I see you seated there by
that tree.
I love you, are you still free?
Like long ago we used to bite
and kiss
Now for your love, hundreds of
me plead;
Real love is inseperable,
As sweet memories are
unforgettable.
Comes a thunderbolt
from Jupiter
Meaning to cut us asunder
I will follow you anywhere
even to yonder.
My love you don't need to
wonder,
Love grows even stronger.
Like the tide of the sea
I shall bring down Odysseus' ship
And keep you free from shammed
love and deceit.
My love, it is so real
Take it, it's yours, I offer you;
There can't be another so true.
I rhyme not for sake of ryme
I only wish to make you smile.
Hope I impressed you with
these few lines of mine:
My love poems I give to you
They are my dreams and my
fantasy too.
My love, my siamese twin;
I love you, do you love me too?
Like long ago when we played
by the pool.
Sweet memories are hard to lose.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Spelling
My daughter plays on the floor
with plastic letters,
red, blue & hard yellow,
learning how to spell,
spelling,
how to make spells.
I wonder how many women
denied themselves daughters,
closed themselves in rooms,
drew the curtains
so they could mainline words.
A child is not a poem,
a poem is not a child.
there is no either/or.
However.
I return to the story
of the woman caught in the war
& in labour, her thighs tied
together by the enemy
so she could not give birth.
Ancestress: the burning witch,
her mouth covered by leather
to strangle words.
A word after a word
after a word is power.
At the point where language falls away
from the hot bones, at the point
where the rock breaks open and darkness
flows out of it like blood, at
the melting point of granite
when the bones know
they are hollow & the word
splits & doubles & speaks
the truth & the body
itself becomes a mouth.
This is a metaphor.
How do you learn to spell?
Blood, sky & the sun,
your own name first,
your first naming, your first name,
your first word.
poem by Margaret Atwood
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Twos and twins
Twins are not two; they are distinct from two.
Eyes are twins; breasts are twins; so are legs.
Two noses aren’t twins, nor two faces.
Twines are not together nor separate.
By friendship two cannot become twins
Bur sexual relation can make two twins.
Twins are held by a link so hard to split.
Lovers are twins, neither one nor two.
30.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Carry Me Away
I called you up today to bridge my sorrow
Carry me over the line to you
How long will it take to reach tomorrow
Seems like a whole lot of time
Just these thoughts to pull me through
I see blue carpet and cold moonlight settled in
Voices whisper doubts of how I should have been
I feel like Im over the water
But Im caught in the tide
Tell are you calling for me
Does this come deep from inside
Carry me away
Under the water
Over the mind
Carry me away
Under the water
Over the mind
The sound slowly fades and trickles away from the sea
Its only the windows and i
They hear my dream
Im walking a distance I feel Ive been running for miles
Happy times dont last long
I finally got that its too late to smile
Carry me away
Under the water
Over the mind
Carry me away
Under the water
Over the mind
Carry me away
Under the water
Into your mind
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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The Sianese Twiness
The pure true marriage
Is not taking vows near
The alter in the temple
And break them near
The bed in the villa
But is making he and she
The Siamese twins
Who can’t
Separate either
In the thread of air.
Or
In the pebble of soil
The pure and the true marriage
is Siamese twinness
Now and thereafter.
poem by David Aoloch Bion
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Siamese Twins
I find you in my arms, this is how it begins
and we are so close, like Siamese twins.
Though you're separate from me, and we're often apart
Still nobody can see, that we're joined at the heart.
Joined at the heart.
Joined at the heart.
Joined at the heart.
You don't look like me it's true and I don't look like you
as we lead separate lives our secret still survives
Only we know our special affection,
only we know our secret connection.
Now you're back in my arms, at the end of the day
and like Siamese twins, with each other we'll stay.
Though you're separate from me, and we're often apart
Still nobody can see, that we're joined at the heart.
Joined at the heart.
Joined at the heart.
Still nobody can see, that we're joined at the heart.
song performed by by Don McLean
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The Nursing Home
The Nursing Home
by James Alexandros Papastamos
I
Imprisoned by such hands of time
That rape, incest, and so infect
The body, mind, perhaps the soul
Of those whose crime was age…at best
II
Each wrinkle drew to map their world
When they were young, its mountains rose
But seas would drown in shallow pools
Of joy, reflection, guilt, remorse
III
Though age, itself, is not so bad
The windows come to those who’ve seen
The best of all and worse to come
May those who’ve aged live on…in dreams
IV
In nursing homes that foster such
poem by James Papastamos
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What Is Biology
Bio Dreams
By: Jay Lude
Biology is clowns dancing
Pigs flying, Counting sheep,
And the Birds and the Bees
Biology is Friday night’s football games
Crowd Cheering, Speaker Blaring
And becoming the Champs
Biology is Arousing Women
Pleasing all my needs
Always feeling relaxed
But full of failing f’s
Biology is Mr. Bossick
Walking through the halls
Inspiring us all with
His words of wisdom
Chants storming through Western Reserve
BBB! BBB! BBB!
Obviously I don’t know what Biology is
Because to me
Biology is naptime
Siamese Almeida
can i show you this state of mind
for it is not mine
can i not show you this state of mind
for she is not mine
i will not entertain this state of mind
for it is not mine
i will not entertain you
for it is not mine
siamese almeida
siamese almeida, ooh
siamese almeida
siamese almeida, ooh
i will not undo these twisted bones and sinew
i will not look to find who lives in you
i will not hold my hand on fire
take it off my head
i will not entertain this state of mind
for she is not mine
siamese almeida
siamese almeida, ooh
siamese almeida
siamese almeida, ooh
i will not change my ways to suit this day
i will not change my face
i'll hide it from you
all twisted bones and sinew
i will not change what's in you
i will not change for you
i will not change what i hate in you!
all twisted bones and sinew...
i will not change what's in you
i will not change what's in you!
siamese almeida
siamese almeida, ooh
siamese almeida
siamese almeida, ooh
siamese almeida
siamese almeida, ooh
siamese almeida
siamese almeida, ooh
song performed by by Queen Adreena
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If i die?
If i die will any1 miss me?
If i die will i be remembered?
If i die will they cry because im gone?
If i die will my best friend be there?
If i die will she care?
If i die would people change the way they think?
If i commit suicide will people judge the person that I was?
If i commit suicide will I get to see my sis because shes in heaven?
If i commit suicide will some1 blame themself?
If i commit suicide will my parents be embarresed to call me their son?
If i think of these things constantly should i commit suicide and take the easy way out or should i fight and pray to god for the best?
Constant togetherness is fine - but only for Siamese twins.
quote by Victoria Billings
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From The Cherry Blossoms
Not asking, was most difficult, from
the magma, to send a hot spring. It was
a classical translation of the pain in winter
of human spell, in a temple festival.
The space widens between us, between
our thighs and absences, while studing
the red roof of the landscape, where blood
had dripped from the cherry blossoms.
I say to mother earth, where the border
begins between your breasts and foeticide.
Warriors were becoming monks or priests
were learning the art to kill.
This road is not going anywhere.
The interval between matter and time
links to movement of grief. The ahead
is tomorrow under siege. Sun is refusing
to melt the snow on mountains.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Great 'Grandma
The fussy Grandma
was on her last moments.
Sensing that she was knocking
at the doors of 'Death',
her grand children were
brought one by one before her.
Memories stinging
of momentous years
began to come into her mind.
How with tricks she drove out
her aged mother-in-law
just a week after her
coming into that house
as the first daughter-in-law!
The eldest grandchild
trickled down sugary water
into her mouth.
Her henpecked husband
reared his head in her mind.
Her eyes got wet
when her mind recalled
how her husband hanged himself
believing her feigning torrid looks
at some neighbours, as true.
The next grand child
dripped water into her mouth.
When she remembered
how her first daughter-in-law
sought herself divorce
being afraid of her torture,
her lips moved a bit
and the third grand child
rained sweetened water.
When she thought of her
second techie-daughter-in-law
who escaped her ill-treatment
by settling down abroad
and refused to take her there,
she tried to gnash her teeth.
Her upper jaw lowered a little.
The foreign-settled in-law
came by flight and entered
at her mother-in-law's last minute.
She poured pure honey down
into the gaped mouth of her in-law.
The great grandma lost her breath
and was lost for ever.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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ZF2 'Angel Of Death' A Demonic Nazi Doctor
he is the 'Angel of Death'
a demonic Nazi doctor
an SS physician in Auschwitz
concentration camp dedicated
to creating a master race
for Satanic Adolf Hitler
he carried out genetic experiments
vivisection on living human victims
without anesthetic without pain killers
cutting you up alive to find the key
to produce Aryan master race twins
to artificially increase Aryan birthrate
a serial killer without empathy pity
a chilling estimated 400,000 deaths
in medical experiments at Auschwitz
succeeded decades ahead of all rivals
experimenting on live humans not rats
doctor death to South America escapes
natural twin rates about one in rarely
in Argentina doctor death will openly
practice medicine far surpass this rate
in small town Candido Godoi in Brazil
in 1960′ s Josef achieves 1: 5 twin ratio
a phenomenon not occurring naturally
Nazi Josef Mengele his results will chill
resulting offspring is Nazi order unique
almost all twins born in Candido Godoi
have blond hair blue eyes to Hitler order
experimental results knife research based
Angel of Death at Auschwitz it learned
Candido Godoi was Mengele's laboratory
the clone master attended treated women
followed his genetic research pregnancies
treated patients with new unknown drugs
preparations talked artificial insemination
in human beings continued animal studies
proclaiming he could get cows to produce
male twins like the plot in the 1978 feature
film ‘The Boys From Brazil’ Mengele was
hiding in South America with real plans to
begin a Fourth Reich with other loyal Nazi
a town museum is the House Of The Twins
Auschwitz angel of death Nazi doctor Josef
Mengele began visiting Candido Godoi in
early 1963 suddenly birthrate of twins began
to spiral fact not fiction but tell of dark angel
plan of Mengele in movie ‘The Boys From
Brazil’ to recreate the childhood of Hitler for
“the 95 young boys he cloned from Nazi leader”
to recreate god Fuhrer Reich Chancellor Hitler
to recreate Adolf Hitler to recreate Nazi Fuhrer
far-fetched no a Nazi's scheme of medical reality
sinister Mengele said “You are infinite different.
Infinite superior. (like a prince among peasants)
You are born of the noblest blood in the world.”
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Search article ‘The Twins from Brazil: Did Nazi doctor Mengele - the Angel of Death - cause twin surge in South American town? ’
Reference ‘Mengele: the Angel of Death in South America’ Coffetoday Oct 25,2010 – See also The Holocaust Files!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Georgia Is Wet in Summer
Georgia is wet in summer,
Tears as rain and steam as guilt.
Georgia is scorched in summer,
Those who parish, feel the heat.
Down, near the water, they sing.
They delve where water cools.
Georgia is wet in summer,
As those who lose their dreams.
poem by Christian Allen
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Stages Of Development
Every life goes through stages,
stages of development.
It starts with our birth,
the first stage in our lives,
and ends with our death,
the final stage when we
evolve to a higher plane.
Each stage along our journey
prepares us for our final stage
and the journey
that has to be taken by us all.
18 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Mutuality....
i do not wish to go to your house
neither shall i wish you
to enter mine,
i never share this temple
to anyone,
in the same manner that you
are too careful with each
soft and tender
structures,
a roof of thoughts,
floors of values,
pillars of strength
windows that are not afraid of the rain
stairs that know what
majesty is there to carry
beams that hold
what we must be
till the end
of summer.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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