Without
Without the body
the Soul has no veins
to pour its blood through.
Without the lungs
the spirit would
wander aimlessly.
Without the Ego
I-Am
would have no
partner.
poem by Jay Reynolds
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What actually runs in our veins?
What actually runs in our veins?
Blood, water and oxygen
Or the spirit that lives the body
Food, poison, and mineral
Or the feeling that moves the body
Pain, cold, and fear
Or the heat that calls the body
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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No Longer Inside Of Me
I sit here on the ground
The tears running down my face
The memories flowing through my veins
All i can feel is the pain inside
I hold the blade over my small arm
And think to myself
Whether or not to slide it across
When i couldnt take the pain anymore
I slide it across
Watching as the blood ran
The rain washes away the memory of him
Along with the blood he gave to me
The blood will pour and pour
Until it could no more
Once his blood is gone
I'll be able to rest
I'll be able to move on
I wont stop until its gone
even if it means i have to die.
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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Bottle
Life long bottle partner
Feeding bottle at childhood
To Ganga jal(Holy water of river Ganga)
Bottle at deathbed
Water bottle at schooldays
Cold drinks bottles
And liquor bottles at adulthood
And blood bottles at hospital bed.
Lifelong bottle partner
Lifelong bottle partner
Our life our soul is in a bottle
This body is bottle
And it is life partner.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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What You Do Best
Take to the blade
slice my flesh
watch me bleed
make it flow
flood the streets
paint with my blood
swim in my blood
Sink away in my placenta
drown in me
laugh at my wounds
Howl at the moon
this is what you do best
rinse my veins
wash my heart
bleach my lungs
curse my soul
Howl at the moon
this is what you do best
poem by Lola Sanchez
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Run
I love the feel of it
That way I feel more alive
As if everything is right
I'm only focused on one goal
I need to get as far away as I can
Like I'm fleeing from something or someone
And I probably am
The wind is blowing fast
My hair is blowing past
I can feel my lungs expand
With each step
Each breath
Blood is pumping through my veins
I finally feel that moment
When my lungs are on fire
About to explode
When I'm at my maximum
My limit
I try to hold it there
But eventually I slow to a stop
My lungs are still pumping
And I'm still breathing hard
Reality has come back
I want to feel alive again
But I know
There's more to life than running
poem by Autumn Winds
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Love
We say
Love is
Beyond the
Body…
It is all very
Metaphysical
Spiritual…
Psychologic al
Philosophical.
Love is beyond
The physical…
So as long as
You dream,
Fantasise,
Eulogise…
Other men
And women,
It's ok with
Your partner
Who doesn't
Mind you
Watching
Pornography
And ogling at
Naked women.
But the moment
You share your
Body with some
Other, you are
Accused of
Infidelity…
Love flows
Out of the window.
Why so?
Wasn't love
Meant to be
Beyond the body,
And not merely
Possessing
Physically…
So why is
Love tolerant
Of all forbidden
Dreams, when
You are not
Faithful to your
Partner in your
Mind, heart and
Soul - and yet
Your partner
Sees it ok to
Accept you.
But that body
Of yours
Makes barriers
In a jiffy and
You end up
Facing his
Wrath.
Love
Turns to
Hurt and hatred
Just because you
Gave away,
Yourself -
Physically...
So, is love all
Glib-talk?
Or does it really
Go beyond the
Confines of
Our possessiveness
Of the body…
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Wife is driven to wall.[India]
A woman as a wife is pathetic.
She starts her career as a sleeping partner,
Then as a yielding partner, a competing partner,
A demanding partner and a losing partner.
No time was she a choosing partner.
She winds up as a deceived partner
And a sexually deceased partner.
In days to some, she will turn
to decry wifehood and defy manhood.
27.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In the spirit of Rumi - 42 - How far is far from God?
Why, O dearest to Myself,
do you try to hard to run away from God?
Your body cannot run away from Him,
for He who made your body, runs with you..
Your spirit, your soul, cannot run away from Him,
for He is your very spirit, your very soul..
Only your mind can run away from Him;
and then his brothers, soul and body,
weep for him, wait for his return,
in stillness and in silence - which they know
by nightfall, he will be unable to resist..
Why do you try so hard to run away from God?
When did He ever run away from you?
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Aubade: Autumn
Day and night
our hearts beat,
arteries, veins pulse
breath swells our ardent lungs
and we live!
Oh, hear how the morning dove moans
in the pale early light;
wander with me
with open arms,
embrace the radiant eye.
Our love grows
as slowly
we rise.
poem by Steven Federle
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Slave Labor
My chains are paper thin, and they're welded with me
Sealed inside a legal trap, so tight blood don't leak
A contract with a devil, for a life of disdain
See me in the limelight, an indentured slave
I blame myself.
God! Help me pour this gas on me!
I need to drown in flames to be free!
Help me pour this gas on me!
Choke another product for the mass to consume
The flocks of mindless sheep that have corporately groomed
I endrance through apathy, like drones in the hive
A slave on the prayer wheel in conformed disguise
I blame myself
God! Help me pour this gas on me!
I need to drown in flames to be free!
Help me pour this gas on me!
I sold my soul, I sold my soul ...
God! Help me pour this gas on me!
I need to drown in flames to be free!
Help me pour this gas on me!
song performed by by Fear Factory
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More Than Love
her skin like silk
veins exposed
her eyes like water
soul closed
her blood like candy
thrist filled
her body like godess
lust thrilled
poem by Brandon Brooks
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I believe that when you're in love you have to pour your heart and soul out to your partner... or why bother? So in that sense I'm an incurable romantic when it comes to men.
quote by Cameron Diaz
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Singular Indestructible Droid
Blood of my blood
Skin of my skin
A normal human being
Solder and wires
Circuitry
We're far from human beings
He's sick of his skin
It's time to trade it in
A galaxy of emotions
Your soul is what it costs
We walk the same path
No body could get in our way
Dangerously
We passionately never hesitate
Keep the soul
That's control
Now you put in the metal
Biological
Spiritual
Electrical
Digital
S.I.D.
Willing to make the change
Surrender the flesh and bones
Against the grain
Pushing beyond the limits of ourselves
This body is just a cage
You're dead and you're in a grave
We're losing our minds
That's just fine
Living forever
Bleed out my blood
Skin off my skin
Solder the wire
Transformation
Take my body and
Release me from this cage
You can't put a spirit in a grave
Singular Indestructible Droid
Bloody-human-robot
song performed by by Papa Roach from Lovehatetragedy
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Dilly-Dally
The dalliance so severed my veins with fire,
The dilly-dallying of my life had just happened.
My virtues involved the system of joy,
The vilification of a soul was upon us.
Pleasing was a sad point to include for all those ill,
My veins sent shivers to me, the blood flowed in ways.
I have severed my veins at the end of time and space,
I join others in the game of chess when lost for words.
poem by Naveed Akram
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From Night And Day
IN THE WORKSHOP
Dim watery lights gleaming on gibbering faces,
Faces speechful, barren of soul and sordid,
Huddled and chewing a jest, lewd and gabbled
insidious:
Laughter, born of its dung, flashes and floods like sunlight,
Filling the room with a sense of a soul lethargic and kindly,
Touches my soul with a pathos, a hint of a wide desolation.
II
I saw the face of God to-day,
I heard the music of His smile,
And yet I was not far away,
And yet in Paradise the while.
I lay upon the sparkling grass,
And God's own mouth was kissing me,
And there was nothing that did pass
But blazed with divinity.
Divine-divine-upon my eyes,
Upon mine hair-divine--divine,
The fervour of the golden skies,
The ardent gaze of God on mine.
III
Then snake I to the tree, '
Were ye your own desire
What is it ye would be?'
Answered the tree to me,
'I am my own desire,
I am what 1 would be.
' If you were your desire
Would you lie under me,
And see me as you see?'
'I am my own desire
While I lie under you,
And that which I would be
Desire will sing to you.'
IV
I wander-I wander-0 will she wander here
Where'er my footsteps carry me I know that she is near,
A jewelled lamp within her hand and jewels in her hair ;
I lost her in a vision once and seek her everywhere.
My spirit whispers she is near, I look at you and you :
Surely she has not passed me, I sleeping as she flew.
I wander-I wander, and yet she is not here,
Although my spirit whispers to me that she is near.
poem by Isaac Rosenberg
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The Hobo Song
There was a time
When lonely men would wander
Thru this land
Rolling aimlessly along
So many times
Ive heard of their sad story
Written in the words
Of dead mens songs.
Down through the years
Many men have yearned
For freedom
Some found it
Only on the open road
So many tears of blood
Have fell around us
cause you cant always do what you are told.
Please tell me where
Have all the hobos gone to
I see no fire burning down
By the rusty railroad track
Could it be that time
Has gone and left them
Tied up in lifes eternal traveling sack.
Last sunday night
I wrote a letter
To my loved one
I signed my name
And knew Id stayed away
Too long
There was a time
When my heart was free to wander
And I remember as I sing
This hobo song.
song performed by by John Prine
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Flesh n Blood
Flesh n blood
A human fascination
Acquired the taste
Right on my face
Naughty
Lost in lust
A hopeless situation
Let the game begin
Im shirts youre skins
Naughty
These hunger pains
Growing inside me every day
I feel it in my veins
Burning inside me every day
Chorus:
I wanna eat your body
Eat your body
Naughty, naughty
Naughty
Talkin bout your body
Flesh, blood
I think Im in love
Naughty, naughty
Naughty
Eating up your body
Driving down
A sticky occupation
I need another shot
Of some food for thought
Naughty
These hunger pains
Growing inside me every day
I feel it in my veins
Burning inside me every day
Chorus
Everybodys got a need
Everybodys got to feed
On everybody elses body
Everybodys got a need
Everybodys got to feed
On everybody
Vegetarians eat your heart out
song performed by by Extreme
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Soul’s relation to body
I love you; who is ‘I’- soul or body?
I won over your heart; you stole my heart.
Heart- do we mean the corporal one?
Soul, the fire, catches the body, the wood.
Soul to soul and body to body, no love sparks.
Soul in body loves soul in body.
Souls or bodies exclusively love not.
Soul and body are not like air and balloon.
Soul and body is like heat and body.
3.01.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Power To Change
The power God used to save me, is the power that will change me,
The power of the Savior’s blood, and His grace He gives with love.
He is my friend and my Savior, my Sovereign God and my Creator,
And He, who saved my dark soul, can make a heart pure and whole.
The power of His awesome Grace, truly helps me as I seek His face,
To allow His Spirit to take control, as God changes this wicked soul.
The precious blood of God’s Son, has the power to change anyone,
Who comes to The Cross of Christ, to receive from God a New Life.
By Christ’s blood we were bought, so that change could be wrought,
In the body that belongs to Him, Christ who was crucified for our sin,
This body Christ called the Church; He did not leave here in the lurch,
But sent His Spirit, with His Light, to guide us safely out of the night.
The changes are the Father’s will, for this Church that Christ shall fill,
Filled with sinners from every nation, saved by The Lord’s Salvation,
Sanctified by the power of God, throughout the many lands we trod,
As a witness for those still lost, pointing them to our Savior’s Cross.
The changes shall continue in us, as in our Savior we place our trust,
To be all that we can be, through His blood, that flows from Calvary,
As His Grace gives us the power, for our needs, every day and hour,
Until that day, when by God’s Grace, we see our Savior face to face.
(Copyright ©06/2008)
This is my body
This is my body that you see
It is beautiful carved by God’s hands
Smoothened by His breaths
You will love it and want to have it
To touch and caress
To be feasted upon by the hunger
Of your eyes and thirst of your lips
To be rubbed by the coldness of your body
Seeking the warmth of my flesh
This is my body that you will first see
But there is more in me than my body
This soul that seeks your soul
This beautiful soul that seeks the beauty of your soul
The hands of my spirit reaching out to your invisible hands
They have all for years been longing to clasp
My soul longing to be with your soul
So they can be together
To be fused with each other as one
To be happy and calm and perfect
To that final place where this body
Shies away because something more beautiful
Inside it shines and glows and becomes
So beautiful in all eternity
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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