Heartburn
Fresh tar on the road covers up voices in black
But suggestive words will linger like an attack
The silence like an offering misunderstood
Triggers memories of all that has been good
Empty rooms carefully decorated with ease
Suggest a salty taste like food that is Chinese
Fire carefully contained in a box made of tin
Still causes blisters and scars on tender skin
Repetitions safe and familiar at the same time
Lock away the wanting like a potential crime
The heart is a muscle definitive deaf and blind
When illusions take flight no longer confined
Like tree bark breaks open giving birth to a new leaf
I am suffocating in anticipation in form of grief
New love may not be worth the effort in the shade
Missing my serenity I feel vulnerable and betrayed
A heart that is burning brings hope wrapped like a gift
But unanswered questions remain open floating adrift
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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White Skin Black Heart
Yeah, whatcha gonna do now, now that you started?
Whatcha gonna do now, now that its done?
The words got out there, they float around and are coming right back down.
You gonna leave us lying here
Dealing with the consequences of a bad sound
Of a bad sound.
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
Whatcha gonna do now, that its spoken?
These words of a habit, have not faded away.
.................... it clear, conscious gets opened like a wound.
If you cant concieve a better line and better times,
Then let silence bury you, in the end.
When you feel it, when you feel it
Youre condemned.
You see, youve lost your strangle on the freedom road! you
Think ........................of something a long time ago! you
[spewed it out you were so] insecure! it was like ............. on
The toilet floor! youre a [nine seat] drunk, ............... and
You say you want something, .......... you heard the rednecks
Roaring for blood and then they wanted more! life was so small, you
Couldnt get enough. you made a start.
White skin black heart
Dripping,
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
Drag your eyes from [aurora] black heart!
White skin black heart
Drag your leg, get outta here [my sight]!
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
You didnt have to start
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Heart, Body And Soul
Minds empty,
souls free,
hearts open,
memories.
Free as a bird,
free as can be,
my soul escapes my empty body.
The mind is now gone,
nothing remains except my memories of a dark nights wake.
An open heart,
an open wound,
forever in need of sympathy.
Memories of a time long ago,
memories have yet to go.
My mind is full,
my soul contained,
my heart is closed for eternity
poem by Andrew Hackett
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Gift
And so it is
Gift wrapped
And awaiting
The impossible
The improbable
Over-night air
Flight of 'Hope'
So wanting
To be unwrapped
Gift paper
Still in tack
And the ribbon
Too
Saved and
Put away
'Til
That 'maybe'
Fateful day
When all that's
Been penned
Can be opened
And then
Surrendered
And left to grow
Weaving itself
Ever carefully
Into a lover's
Forever bow
poem by Theodora Onken
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An Argument Forgotten
Some memories need to be re-written to become clear
Because they are newly projected as the events disappear
Things that were said may not apply again in this time
Although the words spoken linger like a committed crime
Words spoken in anger and frustration cut like a knife
Inflicting deep wounds that break open and come to life
Words used as a weapon leave scars in places hidden
But I carry them around with me disguised as forbidden
There is this gutting feeling that burns and hurt my head
The things that were said were meant to destroy and shred
I am no longer free because the burden is heavy and cold
Feelings of despair inflict dark thumbprints like a mold
It is hard to surface after the disappointment moved in
I feel lost and heartbroken and nothing is as it has been
Dark shadows and fog weigh heavy on my recollection
And no excuse I make can erase the threatening infection
I feel every letter of each word that you screamed out loud
Bouncing off my conscience like a suffocating dust cloud
Sitting down in silence your voice still echoes in my mind
But now reason and truth surfaces slowly no longer undefined
I know that your love for me made you insecure and lost
Somehow I did not make it clear that I love you at all cost
I can smile again because loving you gives me perspective
As I walk to tell you that all is good and nothing is defective
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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A grief ago
'There is no grief
which time does not lessen
or soften' -
so said Cicero, a man so often right;
a Stoic, those for whom
all life presents a lesson
to be learned from,
and then, to move on from..
But I wonder about all this:
is grief ever lessened or softened?
Is it not, perhaps, overlaid
in our so various ways?
For some, grief framed and falsified
to ease that grief;
For some, like hyacinths and crocus bulbs,
left in a dark cupboard in the autumn of our grief
to respond to time, and
become at last
themselves?
gently, gently, the covers pulled
over the loving bed,
the true, the pure, the lovely painful grief,
the memory deep cherished,
gently, gently, folded
into the cupboards of the heart
there to be known, without the door disturbed
until the time - 'a grief ago' as Dylan wrote -
the cupboard opened only for love's sake
without grief...:
those carefully folded memories
brought out and loved
and lived a while...
not grief, not grief...but
the pure memory of grief
and behold,
life.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Open Arms
Guess Ive got a lot of learning to do
About the way that you love.
If it had been left up to me,
Id given up a long time ago.
But youve got a way of wooing me,
Tender and true,
And though I dont deserve it,
Im falling into your
Open arms.
Your love has taken hold,
And I cant fight it;
Im giving in to your
Open arms.
They pull me to you;
They wrap your love around me;
Ill rest in your open arms.
Only yesterday the thought came the to me,
Is your love as deep as they say?
Wonder where those questions come from.
Soon as I learn, Ill chase them away.
cause Ive had a taste of tenderness,
Simple and true,
It drives away the doubting
And draws me into your
Open arms.
Your love has taken hold,
And I cant fight it.
Im giving in to your
Open arms.
They pull me to you;
They wrap your love around me;
Ill rest in your open arms.
Open arms.
Your love has taken hold,
And I cant fight it.
Im giving in to your
Open arms.
They pull me to;
They wrap your love around me;
Ill rest in your open,
Open arms.
Your love has taken hold,
And I cant fight it.
Im giving in to your
Open arms.
They pull me to you;
They wrap your love around me;
Ill rest in your open...(open arms).
I know, I know, I know,
And I cant fight it.
Im giving in to your
Open arms.
They pull me to;
They wrap love around me;
Ill rest in your open arms (open arms).
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Open Your Heart
Don't let the sun go down on me
Open your heart
Just let me be your destiny
Open your heart
What I never felt before
I really need you more and more
Don't let the sun go down on me
Open your heart
Open your heart
Open your heart
Open your heart
Open your heart
Open your heart
Even when you're far away
You're on my mind, every night and day
Don't let me live without a goal
Deep inside you are my soul
I've been fooled by love so many times
I've been blind, I've seen no signs
You're the one for me, we'll never part
Stay with me and open your heart
I can't express what's goin' on
I feel so lonely when you're gone
Is it real or is it fake
Am I dreaming, am I awake
You're the one I have been waiting for
I can't hold it back no more
You're the one for me, we'll never part
Stay with me and open your heart
I need you, don't let the sun, go down on me
Count on me, let me be your destiny,
See you got the key, to my Heart
We'll never part, from the start till the end of time,
You' re always mine, take a glass of wine
And let the sun shine, find out,
What is right or wrong,
What's going on, I feel lonely when you're gone
You're style is Magic - you hypnotise me
You came into my life, set me free
Light and energy, all around the galaxy
You made it brighter so that I could see
Like a melody in ecstasy,
See our love will last, eternally
Seems that your life is the golden key
Don't let the sun go down on me
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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Beginnings
He who dares talk with you in your silence,
Listening even as he speaks your name;
Whose pulse is mingling with your stirring heart;
Who walks at once beside you without qualms:
Who can sense what you feel, and is there all along
When something goes wrong and when you're most alone;
Who understands your fears, tries to find the answers
When you face the unknown, when questions fill your head.
The weariness of your heart banished for he is there.
His words may not impress, physique unadmirable;
His tongue and his hands often misunderstood.
He is true to all, though he may not be strong.
You seek what seems to shatter former views;
Ask yourself if as one your paths will fuse,
You recognise that there is something there;
You both will never be again the same.
You follow him within you when he leaves,
Beg him to tarry longer when he stays;
Before he finally goes on his way,
Spends his time with you while he is around.
From that single moment there on after,
The aching void in you dissipated;
Biding time as friends, no longer strangers;
You are lifted up, your empty days filled.
Your gates fly open, yearnings departed,
And yesterday is yesterday for good.
You recognise something there that had changed;
Suddenly knowing what you saw was true.
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poem by Frederick Kesner
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A Family Christmas Tree
At Christmas families,
gather around a family Christmas tree
to open gifts of love
each has left there for one another.
The tree sparkles
with lights and coloured tinsel,
while on top there sits an angel
to watch over everyone.
Carefully wrapped presents adorn the floor
around the bottom of the tree.
Each has been wrapped
and sealed with a loving kiss,
one for you and one for me.
Then on Christmas morn
as the dawn breaks the sky
the children climb out of their bed
and tiptoe downstairs to the presents,
getting ready to explore.
Before the day is over
there will be shrills of laughter
and joy ringing out
at all they have received
from beneath a family Christmas tree.
poem by David Harris
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Voices
The voices in my head is telling me not to let you go,
You had lay me down to sleep,
You walk pass by me in dreams,
You had made me happy,
You took care of me,
The voices are telling me to let you stay,
The voices in my heart is telling me to open up,
My soul tells me not to open up,
The voices are everywhere in my body,
My head, my soul, and my heart,
My body is numb,
You have took what was once given,
You have made your mistakes by letting me go,
I was once happy with you,
The voices are telling me to hold on to you,
But I have took what was once you had given to me and that was trust,
You have betrayed my trust,
Betrayed your friends,
The voices are telling me to help you,
But I choose not to.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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A Christmas To Cherish And To Remember Always.
Christmas is the time to celebrate
precious memories with loved
ones,
Family and friends sit in front of
the fire place,
The scent of firewood burning,
Gives the house that fresh Christmas
smell,
We Feel the warmth through out
the house,
Making it cozy and relaxing,
Stockings hung up above the fire
place,
soon to be filled with toys big
and small,
Names written on each stocking,
colorfully laced and decorated,
We share old memories of how
things were in our childhood days,
Sipping and savoring every taste of
warm hot chocolate,
Christmas tree decorated from top to
bottom,
Lights twinkle, giving the Christmas
tree a magical look,
Christmas photos on the wall,
Christmas decoration surround us,
We have walked into a Christmas
house filled with holiday cheers,
And a Christmas wreath to fill the
guests with a cheerful greeting,
The scent of ginger bread cookies,
the aroma of cinnamon candles to
delight the guests,
This is a joyful and happy time of
the year,
A Christmas to cherish and to remember
always.
poem by Derek James
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Fire-Time
He walked toward her
a fire-stick in his hand
and spoke softly.
'This is fire
my gift to you.
It is safety from wild animals;
heat for your food;
romance for your life;
Igniter of Passion;
The Secret Furnace
which fuels the Sun;
the Starry Blanket
which covers the night;
the Milky Way which burns
hot-blue.
The Heart's Flame
is Cobalt Fire too.
She touched his fire-stick
and felt the burn.
He grabbed her singed hand
and kissed it
saying:
Fire too
burns
human things;
Passion too
sears souls.
'But how, ' she said,
'shall I know fire which heals
from Stinging Fire which
burns my soul? '
'How can I be sure my fire
is safe fire,
that all my passions
are healing flames
and not destructive ones? '
He, said 'Fire is like touch;
go close enough to feel the warmth
but don't press too much
or the skin recoils.
Fire is like two kissing lips;
go close enough to feel the heat
but pressure too much
you chip the teeth.
Fire is like making love;
it can sweep you away
but be sure Fire's Orbit
brings you back
ensuring sure you don't get too close to the burning Sun.
When young be the bubble-bee sampling nectar,
not the moth obsessed with flames.
Use fires' heat
but regard more its light;
for Fire is both;
heat is good
light is knighted.
Fire correctly lit
is a balm of both
and allows Love and Lovers
to survive.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I Feel I Can't Feel My Own Feelings
I feel,
I feel like a stranger with my own feelings
I feel like an outcast in my own healing
I feel like deception in my own truth
I feel like a coward in my own greatness
I feel like a loser in my own victory
I feel like the victim in my own attack
I feel I can't find right words from my own lips
I feel am opting out of my own success
I feel my soul dodging my own body
I feel my failing exceeding my own guts
I feel my nightmares overcoming my dreams
I feel dejected in my own being
I feel a refuge in my own nation
I feel missing in my own premises
I feel blind with my own open open eyes
I feel empty with my own well-informed mind
I feel stolen with the divine likeness am wearing?
I feel you could tell me what you feel am feeling right in my feelings.
poem by Iyamuremye Wilfred
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Burning Fire in My Heart
There is a burning fire, within each one's heart
There is a loving desire, within each one's heart
There is a person even higher, within each one's heart
In your heart, is there a thought of the one you love so much more
In your heart, is there a candle burning for the people you care for
In your heart, is there a light for the person who will open the door
In my heart, there is a melody of love so true
In my heart, there is a star made for you
In my heart, there is a love, reaching for the blue
In my heart, there is a burning fire
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poem by Tony Berndtsson
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The Words Of Belief
Three words will I name thee--around and about,
From the lip to the lip, full of meaning, they flee;
But they had not their birth in the being without,
And the heart, not the lip, must their oracle be!
And all worth in the man shall forever be o'er
When in those three words he believes no more.
Man is made free!--Man by birthright is free,
Though the tyrant may deem him but born for his tool.
Whatever the shout of the rabble may be--
Whatever the ranting misuse of the fool--
Still fear not the slave, when he breaks from his chain,
For the man made a freeman grows safe in his gain.
And virtue is more than a shade or a sound,
And man may her voice, in this being, obey;
And though ever he slip on the stony ground,
Yet ever again to the godlike way,
To the science of good though the wise may be blind,
Yet the practice is plain to the childlike mind.
And a God there is!--over space, over time,
While the human will rocks, like a reed, to and fro,
Lives the will of the holy--a purpose sublime,
A thought woven over creation below;
Changing and shifting the all we inherit,
But changeless through all one immutable spirit
Hold fast the three words of belief--though about
From the lip to the lip, full of meaning, they flee;
Yet they take not their birth from the being without--
But a voice from within must their oracle be;
And never all worth in the man can be o'er,
Till in those three words he believes no more.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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The Scriptures
i read the scriptures written in human faces,
in calloused hands, in bruises and scars.
in the spider's web, in the trail of the snail.
in the pot stained with use,
in the axe and the plow.
in the old woman's silence,
in the broken window.
in worn out boots, and the broken lock.
in the gravel drive,
in the eyes of the hungry....
in the fear of those oppressed by war.
in the dead squirrel's body,
in the nest left empty.
in the prisoner staring
through a window barred.
in the old man's chair,
a dog's turd and a hill of ants.
in the fallen leaf,
in the empty room.
in solitude and stillness,
in the prayer of lonliness.
in trash strewn in the alley,
in the grave unmarked.
in the truth of doubt,
in a puddle of rainwater.
in fresh cut grass,
in the cow fresh milked.
in the lover's touch,
in the dialogue of silence.
in the shovel, the hammer, and the flute.
in the grain of the old tree,
and the woman giving birth...
let us speak of nothing less!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Thanks for Being Here
Thanks for being here
And give of your love a share
Thanks for all good being
And worth of the heart seeing
Open up your feeling’s gate
For each love and debate
All is for life's pleasure
Time’s its point and treasure
Thanks for giving me time
Together we its ways climb
Everything is hope to see
Gives us more and make free
Feelings are there for us all
Love is mountain very tall
All is for existence to live
Grow in its foliage and give
Thanks for showing a way
In a night you become a day
Rising in sunshine new
Walking day’s road through
Worth every footstep’s try
Where love’s fate must lie
Going to reach goals worth
Anything good on this earth
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Take Salt Season New Meals
leaf meals taste spicy
bless mind to empty belly
spirit how leaf full briefly
transforms gift food energy
prepares meals for all souls
alone lost who homeless roam
life goes on be glad bridges
burning are not your home
take salt season new meals
for each lonely hurt traveller
pain commercial transitions
breaks breeds dream weaver
life purpose may begin in
kindness helping homeless kitten
waste rambling ways bless in
restore love in hope heart written
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Open Your Heart
Tis' one life you have,
Open your heart to love.
Love your wife, your son,
Daughter, husband, or special one.
Friends never turn away-
Open your heart to love every day.
Your scars will be many;
Much pain there will be.
Knives will cut deep;
Your eyes will for years weep.
At times you will wonder,
Is it really worth it all?
To love, feel, and cry,
Or to raise walls and inside die?
The latter seems the safer,
But behind walls doth one falter.
For we were made to live,
To love, breathe, and give.
To hide behind the walls,
Slowly one falls.
Petrified till no longer a soul,
Just grey stone, dead and cold.
Never able to move beyond,
The wail of a heart break song.
Forever in the past,
Never in the future, this his cast.
Never the chance feel,
The warmth of love so real;
The closeness of a friend,
When you are facing the bitter end.
Just a life of reclusion,
Doomed to seclusion.
A life wasted, a life for nothing.
A life of pain and bluffing.
Woe to sad memory,
But happy ones will never flee.
To love and live,
Or to die all stiff.
The choice is all yours,
What will be your course?
Please please open your heart,
Though it may be oft torn apart.
For if you don't ever,
True life experience you will never.
Tis' one life you have:
Open your heart to love.
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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He Aint Worth Missing
(toby keith)
Hes flying high tonight
Hes got a brand new lover
Here you come a-runnin
Youre looking for some cover
I know youre sad and lonely
I know youre feeling blue
You miss him so much
Oh let me get to close to you
Oh, he aint worth missing
Oh, we should be kissing
Stop all this foolish wishing
He aint worth missing
I know your head is turning
I know your heart is burning
Girl, you gotta listen
Dont you know he aint worth missing
You know Im here to save you
But you aint through crying yet
Look at your pretty face
All red and soaking wet
Im gonna try and make him
Just a memory
Come on baby, lets get started
First thing you got to see
Oh, he aint worth missing
Oh, we should be kissing
Stop all this foolish wishing
He aint worth missing
I know your head is turning
I know your heart is burning
Girl, you gotta listen
Dont you know he aint worth missing
If you need someone to hold you
Someone to ease your pain
Well, Ill be holding steady
Girl when you get ready
Im gonna show you
Love is a good thing
Oh, he aint worth missing
Oh, we should be kissing
Stop all this foolish wishing
He aint worth missing
I know your head is turning
I know your heart is burning
Girl, you gotta listen
Dont you know he aint worth missing
Oh, he aint worth missing
Oh, we should be kissing
Stop all this foolish wishing
He aint worth missing
I know your head is turning
I know your heart is burning
Girl, you gotta listen
Dont you know he aint worth missing
song performed by by Toby Keith
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