Head Treads upon Heart's Shreds
Set is dream star which once brightly,
clear, fearless, in firmament shone,
luck's slighted, insight's dimmed, Timets slight see
grieves sleeves, life's sheeved leaves waned. Wail wan!
Shred-wed, disillusion, stark spite see,
life's cancelled game, quest, aim, fête's fun;
in tatters Fate scatters forthrightly
grace pace aced in war no-one's won.
Hope's bedspread in shreds, bed of roses
Scope pined for before: shredded, done,
un-wedded from bliss hate-hiss poses
uncomfortable questions, would shun
trust's shine shrine unjust rust lines, lies hounded,
unprevailing as lies veil pale sun,
surrounded by life's leaves dis bound, fed
by woe where fair past fast flowed fun.
(27 November 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Downfall - 1053 - Current Version of Fallen is Star
Fallen is star which once brightly,
there clear in fair firmament shone,
no trace now remains as Time lightly
grieves sleeves, life's sheeved leaves ever gone.
Love's star which once seemed infinitely
to bloom beyond tomb meets doom, dumb,
as sentiments sent expeditely
to Lethe mock joyride's vain sum.
Dreams' themes lie unechoed, contritely
one wonders what might have become
if fate had dealt less reconditely
ere great expectations succumb.
Whosoever would compromise slightly
with principles life's staff has spun
must offer impression unsightly
some pity, some spurn, and most shun.
Ideals threading vision so knightly
no gleam still retain - what begun
in trust unembellished rusts, rightly
forgotten, ignored or undone.
No point in requesting politely
what became of game, quest, aim, fête's fun;
in tatters Fate scatters forthrightly
all trace of race no-one has won.
Though today some may say hale and sprightly
‘tomorrow holds promise' - yet none
would relinquish life's tether held tightly,
soon Time spills, boon numbed, still, distance run.
(1 February 2010)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Fallen is Star - 1053 - 2008 Version of Downfall
Fallen is star which once brightly,
once clear from sheer firmament shone,
no trace now remains as Time lightly
grieves over life's leaves ever gone.
Whoever would compromise slightly
with principles life's staff has spun
must offer impression unsightly
some pity, some spurn, and most shun.
Ideals threading vision so knightly
no gleam still retain - what begun
in trust unembellished rusts, rightly
forgotten, ignored or undone.
No point in requesting politely
what became of game, quest, aim, fête's fun;
in tatters Fate scatters forthrightly
all trace of race no-one has won.
Though today some may say hale and sprightly
‘tomorrow holds promise' - yet none
would relinquish life's tether held tightly
soon Time spills, boon lies still, distance run.
(22 October 2008)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Fallen is Star - 1053 - Initial Version of Downfall
Fallen is star which once brightly
and clear from the firmament shone,
no trace now remains as Time lightly
grieves over life's leaves ever gone.
Whoever would compromise slightly
with principles from life's staff spun
presents an impression unsightly
some pity, some spurn, and most shun.
Ideals threading vision so knightly
no gleam still retain - what begun
in trust rusts unfinished, so rightly
forgotten, ignored and undone.
Though today some may say hale and sprightly
‘tomorrow holds promise' - yet none
would relinquish that tether held tightly,
soon Time's drops spill, all's still, distance run.
(28 November 2004)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Apflux
You sit here
An axe in your hand
With blood in your mind
You won't waste your time
A phase in your life
Can't quiet ignite
The flame in your heart
You're dead from the start
Black art infused
Confused, you'll lose
Black art confused
Infused, you'll lose
Black mind sees lies
Can't find a reason why
Black mind sees lies
Can't find the reason why
Pervert the truth
To kill and abuse
Pervert the truth
To kill and abuse
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Insight, insight, insight
Ignite, insight, insight
Insight, the fight
A knife will slice and dice
You'll die
a knife will slice and dice
Your mind
A knife will slice and dice
Your life
A knife will slice and dice
You'll cry
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Die, die, die, die
Life, die, die, die
Slice and dice and dice
And lie, you'll die
Your mind, you're a lie
A lie, you'll die
A knife, you'll die
A rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside, ignite, insight
song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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In Head or Ahead - 1910
What lies in head, ahead what lies? Lies past
no hold retain spite hope sustaining scope,
while trial and tribulation very fast
fade phantom wraith when faith helps heart to cope.
New morn no mourning knows for past regrets,
old, cold and barren, sere upon the stem,
reach is not risk, no need for hedging bets,
cats' curiosity scoffs at 'condemn'.
Appearances as superficial waves
now spume, now fume, now perfume scent life's gift,
effect and cause from subterranean caves
soar, reassure, Miss, taken, sore, may lift
to summits far above mount Everest,
as sinfree judgement scorns worn second bests.
(7 September 2009)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Trust
A word on my desk with dust
enough to leave some rust
Just a little dust on the table of our life
trust is just another word for little white lies
I remember the bliss of love
But also of lust
Given in faith for trust
Thrown away on a desk full of dust.
on a promissory note so clear
Even evil could not endear
so wrong my dear
you are dancing in heaven
while I am stuck here in hell
angels tell me of your bliss
your trust and mine
I do miss.
Empty Handed
What's this I'm holding on to?
Seems like nothing
Seems like nothing at all
My life's foundation
This empty hope
Search for a way to cope
Life's short life
Leaves no time to leave aside
Time wasted
Tears I've tasted
Can't hide these lies
The feelings this heart hold to
Leaves me empty-
Wanting-
It's bound to make me fall
The heart that beats life into
These emapty viens,
The culprit to the murder of an empty love
Has left me stranded
Reaching to heaven above
poem by Travis Peterson
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Loss, with Winter Interleaving - 0235
Winter, sombre starless evening,
with wan moon asleep,
or beyond dark cloud-bank, grieving?
Summer's love lies lost. Swift weaving,
bats sweep low, dread deep
keeps silent vigil, disbelieving.
Springboard brave new world's conceiving
taken in, eyes weep
over one, harm done, deceiving.
Who hope's hay ricks once was [s]heaving,
bitter harvests reap,
happiness fast passed receiving.
Fallow fields yield shield's naive spring,
earn yearning, no birds cheep,
learn life's brief, brief s[w]ing.
Loss, with Winter interleaving,
forfeits light's spark receipt,
misconceptions stark perceiving.
Jack Frost's spite sends bite bereaving,
leaves life crumpled heap,
passes on to other thieving.
(29 April 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Clarity
Yesterday
the fog bound-up the dying world
in white gauze,
but truth shred the fog,
would not permit
white lies,
inconsequential slips
to ease the passionate leaves'
passage into night.
Righteous winds ripped
the despairing leaves
and sent them twisting joyfully
high over my house,
to the yard
several over.
I got my neighbor's leaves
so it all
worked out
in the end.
poem by Steven Federle
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Depression
Depression. Not darkness of living,
but absolute absence of motivation
weighed down by stark self examination -
neither blame nor call for self forgiving.
Mistake. Little take and far less giving.
Life lead as conditional probation -
sentence to be served, with condemnation
implicit self-destruction. Misgiving
lies leitmotif, lost life light, life, t[h]rust thieving
til one’s ends met bear no perceived relation
to pain's sharp stings, while alter[c]ation
is seen upon reflection as outliving
hope's scope in time, as atrophy begins
to paralyse - no roses, violins...
18 June 2005 revised 12 November 2008
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DEPRESSION
Depression. Not darkness of living,
but utter absence of motivation
combined with stark self examination, -
neither blame nor call for self forgiving.
Little take, and even less giving,
with life as conditional probation -
sentence to be served, with condemnation
implicit self-destruction. Misgiving
leitmotif, leit, light and life, soul sieving
til one’s ends met bear no perceived relation
to pain endured by friends as alter(c) ation
is seen upon reflection as outliving
a given time, as atrophy begins
to paralyse, - no roses, violins...
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Ire On Cross Sect_I_On Spire Pyre
Black books some find
grant ease of mind
responsibility
remove behind
dark veil and blind
bewailing liberty.
Life should be led,
shared, free from lead
respectability,
What lies ahead?
Hell? lies, instead
seems crass conformity.
Lip service paid
by man or maid
to bias, bigotry,
replace game played,
joy unafraid,
with sects that narrow be.
Turn more to hope
for increased scope
throughout life's comedy,
beware time's rope
that hangs who grope
for creeds rarely agree
on godhead fair
with love to spare,
or core divinity.
Seek self - truth's there -
'ware cupboards bare,
wraith faiths' fatuity.
23 April 2010
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Life is an opportunity, benefit from it. Life is beauty, admire it. Life is bliss, taste it. Life is a dream, realize it. Life is a challenge, meet it. Life is a duty, complete it. Life is a game, play it. Life is a promise, fulfill it. Life is sorrow, overcome it. Life is a song, sing it. Life is a struggle, accept it. Life is a tragedy, confront it. Life is an adventure, dare it. Life is luck, make it. Life is too precious, do not destroy it. Life is life, fight for it.
quote by Mother Teresa
Submitted by Mihai Cucereavii
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Heartbreak Warfare
funny how life can trade places
twisted fate and broken roads
funny how life can spoonfeed
the bitterness of your deeds
in the past and rub it on your
path and show the wrath of
your ubiquity and deviousness
i gave you roses
but all i get are thorns and
sharp edged leaves
leaving me bleeding and open
vulnerable for any possible
attack of being down and broken
another lesson to learn
the scarcity of love and hate
here comes the game
every step i take
outside my door
leaves a crack in my wounded soul
i don't know if i should still tender
this plant that needs to grow
or should i just let it willow
let it falter
should i let the flower miss the season
to bloom
time passes by slowly
the growth seems like an endless passage
of sorrow
i love the rain
it covers the pain
that runs through my eyes
i can hide my broken heart
under the thunder
i can see a glimpse of light
in the middle of the storm
i don't know how long can i last
now i understand
in every hero
lies a brokenheart
a lifetime of warfare and rage
engaged in wrath and agony
where do i begin
when will the loop end
the ball is in my court
but not to shoot
it hit me so hard.
life hit me so hard.
poem by Alexzandria Samonte
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A Dream Lies Dead
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
Nor seek to know the look of that which dies
Importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,
But, for a little, let your step be slow.
And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise
With words of hope and Spring and tenderer skies.
A dream lies dead; and this all mourners know:
Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree-
Though white of bloom as it had been before
And proudly waitful of fecundity-
One little loveliness can be no more;
And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head
Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!
poem by Dorothy Parker
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Hope
Life on earth is hard,
It is something we earned,
Every day a body is burned,
What a terrible fate,
Then I saw you,
Your smiling face,
You filled my life with grace,
What a beautiful fate,
So I took a deep breath,
Found the courage to keep going,
This might be my fate,
In your eyes,
In your eyes I saw hope,
In your eyes I saw life,
In your eyes I saw love,
In your eyes I saw the love of life,
I chose to live,
I chose to live for you,
In everything I do,
To always be with you,
Together we will live,
To others we will give,
Hope we will deliver,
With love, no one will suffer,
In your eyes,
In your eyes I see hope,
In your eyes I see life,
For you I'd give it all up,
For you I'd give up life,
Life on earth is hard but not with you,
Your eyes shine with the light of love,
With you I feel the blessings from above,
Your eyes see the depths of my soul,
Shining your light into my life,
I hope your love is my fate,
In your eyes I see love and light,
With you my hope is for life!
28 May 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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In Memoriam (A Child Missed)
A desk lies empty
A missing face to find
A child soon missed by some
Another life consumed by one
A classmate questioned
A missing child to find
While a desk lies empty
A hope dwindles with time
As a child's life once abound
A child's fate is now found
While a desk lies empty
A lifeless child is found
As questions of why arise
A time for tears to flow
While a desk lies empty
A prayer for a missed child we know
A quiet voice to miss
A child missed we know
While a desk lies empty
A question of why to know
A future now not to be
A tragic loss we are told
While a desk lies empty
An answer of why yet untold
A myriad of lives changed
Another youthful innocent lost
While a desk lies empty
At a life's innocence cost
A society believed so rich
And yet a life's worth so poor
While a desk lies empty
Another child's life's no more
A time to ponder a commitment
A life's question to answer
While a desk lies empty...
poem by Robert John Meehan
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From the Hymn of Empedocles
IS it so small a thing
To have enjoy'd the sun,
To have lived light in the spring,
To have loved, to have thought, to have done;
To have advanced true friends, and beat down baffling foes;
That we must feign a bliss
Of doubtful future date,
And while we dream on this
Lose all our present state,
And relegate to worlds yet distant our repose?
Not much, I know, you prize
What pleasures may be had,
Who look on life with eyes
Estranged, like mine, and sad:
And yet the village churl feels the truth more than you;
Who 's loth to leave this life
Which to him little yields:
His hard-task'd sunburnt wife,
His often-labour'd fields;
The boors with whom he talk'd, the country spots he knew.
But thou, because thou hear'st
Men scoff at Heaven and Fate;
Because the gods thou fear'st
Fail to make blest thy state,
Tremblest, and wilt not dare to trust the joys there are.
I say, Fear not! life still
Leaves human effort scope.
But, since life teems with ill,
Nurse no extravagant hope.
Because thou must not dream, thou need'st not then despair.
poem by Matthew Arnold
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Freedom Lies
Freedom, theres more to your life so now[? ]
Old laws, man has made only blind.
Oh, give us freedom, a call to the brave and the strong,
To stand in the face of all wrong and show the way.
Freedom lies, freedom lies, freedom lies.
Freedom to live out the dream in a song,
Give hope to the hearts of the young.
Oh, give us freedom to act out of love and not fear,
So all that is true will be clear.
Hear tomorrow, calling hold me, show me.
Freedom lies, freedom lies, freedom lies.
Freedom lies, freedom lies, freedom lies.
song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Buried Alive
I speak in verses prophecies and curses
I speak in verses prophecies and curses
I hate my life
The miracle is coming its just a hole
Nothings wrong with you, just maintain control
Everyones asking questions, your place is safe
Ill forfeit resurrection to escape the pain
I hate my life
I hate my life
I HATE MY LIFE
(I hate my life)
I HATE MY LIFE
(I hate my life)
I HATE MY LIFE
(I hate my life)
I speak in verses prophecies and curses
The storm of thorns is growing
There is no end in sight
Chaos claws my jaw
Thank Metal riot
Im in the mouth of madness with this tongue of poetry
I ate the spine of atlas, now the world is crushing me
I hate my life
I hate my life
I HATE MY LIFE
(I hate my life)
I HATE MY LIFE
(I hate my life)
I HATE MY LIFE
(I hate my life)
Buried behind enemy lines
Surrogate child for the sins of all mankind
Buried alive behind enemy lines (Buried Alive Buried Alive)
Buried alive behind enemy lines (Buried Alive Buried Alive)
Buried alive behind enemy lines (Buried Alive Buried Alive)
For the sins of all mankind
song performed by by Otep
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Upon Perusing The Forgoing Epistle Thirty Years After Its Composition
SOON did he Almighty Giver of all rest
Take those dear young Ones to a fearless nest;
And in Death's arms has long reposed the Friend
For whom this simple Register was penned.
Thanks to the moth that spared it for our eyes;
And Strangers even the slighted Scroll may prize,
Moved by the touch of kindred sympathies.
For--save the calm, repentance sheds o'er strife
Raised by remembrances of misused life,
The light from past endeavours purely willed
And by Heaven's favour happily fulfilled;
Save hope that we, yet bound to Earth, may share
The joys of the Departed--what so fair
As blameless pleasure, not without some tears,
Reviewed through Love's transparent veil of years?
poem by William Wordsworth
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