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What's that you said?
I've been listening a lot to Motorhead,
Now I'm BRAIN DEAD! !

haiku by John Thorkild Ellison
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It's Motorhead!
They're Live, not dead!
And I bet that both your eardrums bled!

haiku by John Thorkild Ellison
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Brain Dead

Turn me off
Pull the plug
Leave me with some dignity
I am not
What I was
And I dont need the sympathy
Alive inside me
No one can hear me
Brain dead
Im not
Brain dead
Sentenced
Forgot
Paralysed
In my shell
Enduring every
Endless day
Immobilized
On my back
Aware of everything
They say
Extricate me
Eliminate me
Brain dead
Im not
Brain dead
Drip fed
Forgot
I cant blink my eye or cry
Or even speak
They crowd around my bed
Condescending words are said
Thinking I dont hear or know
What is going on - hello!
Cant you suckers hear my cries
From inside Im still alive
Its my decision to abort
Turn off the goddamn life support
Let me pass
From this world
So I fade away in peace
Comprehending
Unrelenting
Brain dead
Im not
Brain dead
Sentenced
Forgot
Brain dead
Im not
Brain dead
Drip fed
Forgot

song performed by by Judas Priest
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Black Bruises II

I can ponder upon the blackness,
the garrulous of silence
placated by benign solitude
I can endure the ostracizing
listening to lulling lullabies,
listening to trembling metals,
listening to enraptured echoes,
listening to a soundless shattering,
listening to nothingness,
listening to guffawing crows,
listening to diffident clocks,
listening to the waning time;
but am I the only one listening
to these black bruised whispers?

poem by Norman Santos
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To some people heavy metal is Motorhead and to others it's Judas Priest.

quote by Glenn Danzig
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Bad Brain

I used to be an A student
I never used to complain
I used to be a truant
But I'm still the same
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain
I used to go to parties
I used to drink champagne
Now I'm beginning to feel the strain
Bad bad brain
I used to be in show biz
I used to have fortune and fame
I used to have pleasure and pain
I used to have a name
Bad bad brain
Now I'm on the Bowery
I can't remember my name
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain...bad bad brain...

song performed by by Ramones from Road To Ruin
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Let's Rock!

I grew up listening to The Beatles
and lots of other great bands too
like The Rolling Stones, The Kinks,
the Small Faces, The Troggs, and The Who.
Then I started going to Rock concerts
and watched many top groups on stage
in awe I listened to guitarists like Hendrix,
Eric Clapton, and my favourite of all Jimmy Page.
For years went to the Monsters of Rock
loved the atmosphere and even the rain and mud
roughed it in a tent at Reading and Glastonbury
got absolutely soaked but it still felt good.
Me and my two mates in an old clapped out van
stacked up with rubbish food and loads of beer
but all that mattered to us was the music
even though we'd end up skint and deaf in one ear.
We met some really wonderful and interesting people
who like us were into Heavy Metal and Hard Rock
I often wonder if they're still there head banging
and it would be great if we could turn back the clock.
But there memories I can keep with me forever
and long may they remain inside my head
all those days stood in rain drenched fields
listening to Black Sabbath, Deep Purple, and Motorhead.

poem by Kevin Halls
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Moth In The Incubator

Something in you, it jitters like a moth
And I see that your arms are out to god
And oh, they kill you when they talk
It makes a mountain peak seem little when its not
Your incubator is so tight (2x)
Ive been born before, Im pretty used to it
Brain-dead is always all there is
So embryonic its all right (2x)
Ive been born before, Im gettin used to it
Brain-dead is how it always ends

song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Stone Dead Forever

(originally recorded by motorhead)
Get on!
You think you see me, in the glass
You think you hear me, better listen fast
I think I see you, gone to seed
Think your reason, is your guilt and greed
Youre out there on your own
Your face is turned to stone
What ever happened to your life?
Stone dead forever
All right!
Youre a financial wizard, yeah, a top tycoon
Youre a sweet long lizard, with a silver spoon
You know youve never had it, quite so good
And you didnt know, that you even could
Your time has come to own
Your touch turned to gold
What ever happened to your life?
Stone dead forever
All right!
Its been a long time, its been a long long wait
And you caught your fingers, in the pearly gates
You better leave your number, and well call you
You know your problem, aint exactly new
Your time has come today
Your face has turned to hay
What ever happened to your life?
Stone dead forever
Thats right!
Yo!
[aaah...]

song performed by by Metallica
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The Listening Week

This is the listening week of the year
Listening-in.
A-cock and alert is the national ear
Listening-in.
All over the land in the country towns,
From the back of the Leeuwin to Darling Downs,
Layers of 'quids' or the odd half-crowns,
They are listening-in.

On the far-flung farms they are round each set,
Listening-in.
The work and the worry they all forget,
Listening-in.
Wherever an aerial soars in space
To the Cup, or the Oaks or the Steeplechase,
To the roar of the ring and the lure of the race
They are listening-in.

In the far outback there are sun-tanned men,
Listening-in.
Where the woolshed stands by the drafting pen
Listening-in.
Old Dad's come in from the Ninety Mile;
He scored on the Cup and he wears a smile,
And he 'reckons this game is well worth while'
So he's listening in.

To the edge of the desert the sound-waves go;
And, listening-in,
Ned of the Overland, Saltbush Joe
Listening-in
Recall the giants of years long past,
And the loneliness of these spaces vast;
But they reckon that life's worth living at last
With this listening-in.

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Listening

Listening.
And being there for someone loved...
To do just that!
With a mind willing,
To be receptive and clear...
Of opinions sitting,
On the tip of one's tongue.
With a giving of attention,
And staying mum.
Listening to someone.

Listening is not easily done.
For those who have experienced...
A life in which peace of mind has come.
When a listening ear,
Had not been volunteered by no one.
And some who know this...
Do their best to sit with patience.
Listening with no other reason...
But to be there as is wished.
For someone who has selected you,
Just for this.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On A Serious Matter

Redford White
is dead.
He did not tell us
that he has
brain cancer.
May his brain
rest in peace.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You've got the brain-washed, that's the Democrats, and the brain-dead, that's the Republicans!

quote by Mark Russell
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Sarcasm

Can't compose a rhyme?
Don't have the time?
My brain's gone dead?
What's that you said?
Now don't be rude,
Or be downright crude,
I'm not brain dead
If that's what you said.
Inspiration is nil,
Probably this chill,
Been with me for days,
Have been living in a haze.
Tomorrow I'll try
To find a reply,
To your 'funny' jokes,
But at the moment it chokes
Me up, but I'll be
OK again you'll see,
And I will compose
A profusion of prose,
Then my poems will win through
And the joke will be on you.
So go play with your trains,
Which won't require brains!

poem by Ernestine Northover
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What I Call It

I had a brain injury.
I have a brain injury.
I injured my brain.
There.
I said it four times.
 
Wrote poem once about
a moth flew round light
in circles till dead.
It
flies through my mind still,
time after time.
Afraid.
What I've lost.
Not quite the same.
Does it matter?
 
Don't think.

poem by Rick Stokes
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Cocaine Blues

Everytime my baby and me go up town
police come and they knock me down
Cocaine all around my brain
Hey baby, better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Yonder comes by baby, she's dressed in red
She's got a shot-gun, says she's gonna kill me dead.
Cocaine all around my brain
Hey baby, better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Early one morning, half past four
cocaine came knockin' on my door.
Cocaine all around my brain
Hey baby, you better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Cocaine's for horses and it's not for men
Doctor said it kill you, but he don't say when.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Hey baby, you better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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0008 A Ghazal

I lie awake as the light night-rain falls, listening
to its irregularities, listening

as the breeze blows it now and then
against the window and the curtain flutters; listening

and wondering if I can hear
the rain listening

to itself, as if – I sometimes think I hear this –
there’s a moment just before it stops as if listening

to its own decision to stop, as if it sighs,
thinks, that’s enough; it could be listening

to the gratitude of the closed flowers, the wet earth,
the ecstasy of roots which are themselves listening

to the flowers sleeping, sighing in their sleep.
But do you wonder why I’m listening

instead of sleeping, this warm rainy night?
What’s so important that it needs my listening?

It was the rain that woke me; and as I turned, sighed,
it was the thought of you last night here next to me, listening

not to me, but to your own dreams – which I may never share;
though I may share you in my listening

to your sweet sleep’s breath, felt faintly on my shoulder;
and so, there’s a question in my listening –

did you awake at the same night rain, you so far away,
awake, sigh, and in your half-awakened listening

know that I too, thought of you?
Sighed that sweet thought, of our shared, single listening? …

As the perfume of a rose may be more evocative than the rose,
So sweeter, steadier than thought, dream, memory – the listening!

[A ghazal has a rhyme scheme aa ba ca da >]

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Dead Guy Stickers

In the USA,
They want to put dead guy pictures on cigarette packs.
With that brilliant logic in mind, I say put dead guy stickers on:
car windshields(dead guys in wrecks)
pistol and rifle handles (dead guys shot)
marriage licenses (dead spouses)
hamburger and hot dog wrappers (dead fat guys)
pies, cakes (more dead fat guys)
bathroom doors (thousands of dead guys in bathrooms every year)
bicycles (road kill dead guys)
fire places (burnt dead guys)
swimming pools (drown dead guys)
every electrical outlet (fried dead guys)
air plane tickets (dead passenger guys)
the beach (shark bit dead guys)
cities (shot dead guys)
air (blue dead guys)
fish (poisoned dead guys)
motorcycles (more road kill dead guys)
scarfs (strangled dead guys)
football helmets (brain dead guys)
hot tubs (more drowned dead guys)
and so on.
Just about everything can kill you, such as:
Mothers (dead baby guys plus dead fathers)
Fathers (dead baby guys plus dead mothers)
Police(multiple dead guys and chicks)
Drugs (multiple dead guys and chicks)
and so on.
Once everything has a dead guy sticker on it,
You've been warned and the world will be safer, right?
It shows we care, right?

poem by Richard Jarboe
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Every book, remember, is dead until a reader activates it by reading. Every time that you read you are walking among the dead, and, if you are listening, you just might hear prophecies.

quote by Kathy Acker
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A New Haircut

all i need today is a new haircut
my thick hair is covering my head
and i do not really like it

like a carabao dung

it is giving me a certain feeling of a hat
a buri hat with lots of protruding fibers
untrimmed

what do i need a hat for?
when there is no rain
when there is no sun
when there is no
heavy debris falling on me

i just wanna be free
i want my brain open
washed by the rain
bleached by the sun
true to its nature
& form

thinking
w/o
any covering

without the bias
without the prejudice
of
scalp
of
hair

plain brain
exposed to all the elements

it will tolerate a certain form
of fungal infection

a certain
brain longing to be

brain dead.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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S.O.S.

Is anybody listening?
Can they hear me when I call?
I'm shooting signals in the air
'Cause I need somebody's help
I can't make it on my own
So I'm giving up myself
Is anybody listening
Listening
I'll be standing here and I'm miles away
Making signals hoping they'd save me
I lock myself inside these walls
'Cause out there I'm always wrong
I don't think I'm gonna make it
So while I'm sitting here
On the eve of my death bed
I'll write this letter and hope it saves me
Is anybody listening?
Can they hear me when I call?
Shooting signals in the air
'Cause I need somebody's help
I can't make it on my own
So I'm giving up myself
Is anybody listening
Listening
I'm stuck in my own head and I'm oceans away
Would anybody notice if I chose to stay?
I'll send and SOS tonight
Wonder if I will survive
How in the hell did I get so far away this time
So now I'm sitting here
The time of my departure's near
I say a prayer
Please someone save me
Is anybody listening?
Can they hear me when I call?
Shooting signals in the air
'Cause I need somebody's help
I can't make it on my own
So I'm giving up myself
Is anybody listening
Listening
I'm lost here
I can't make it on my own
I don't wanna die alone
I'm so scared
Drowning now
Reaching out
Holding on to everything I love
Crying out
Dying now
Need some help
Is anybody listening?
Can you hear me when I call?
Shooting signals in the air
I need somebody's help
I can't make it on my own
I'm giving up myself
Is anybody listening?

song performed by by Good Charlotte
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