Tattoos
The faint sound of the tattoo needle dipped in ink
Is rising the anticipation with every single blink
In my mind I celebrate the finished works of art
A great piece of self declaration born in my heart
Every tattoo has a beginning story and an inspiration
A carefully selected self expression and liberation
The subtle pain is a sacrifice in the name of creativity
Forever embedded in my skin as a treasured exclusivity
I crave the puncturing cuts that mark my body and mind
The whispering of the needle and the sting it leaves behind
I marvel at the beauty and detail of all styles and designs
But mostly I long to trace with my finger all of your lines
I admire the beauty of the marks on your tanned skin
A sight that inspires admiration from deep down within
What could be more exciting than touching your tattoos
Mingle them with mine illuminating all colors and blues
The large tribal designs on your skin end on your sleeve
And it is your business suit and demeanor that strongly deceive
What you do not display in the open I still know that it is there
And it feels exhilarating just like a private undisclosed affair
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr

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Tattoo
Some people might say that I am a prude
Because of my body, and it is not tattooed,
But I am no animal, and no ones property or slave
So having myself marked, that I do not crave,
My body indeed is a piece of art
Not a road sign to stop, or go, or where to park,
My body is the way that it was when I was born
And if I want decorations, colorful clothes will be worn,
I look in a mirror and I see myself
With the cuts and burns and blisters and all else,
There is no markings on my body that I will be ashamed
And all that I have, pridefully it will be claimed,
I do not need a tattoo to express who I am
And if you don't accept my views, I don't give a damn,
I will not allow any person to place any inking upon my skin
As I know for myself and soul that is just a sin,
I am proud of my body with no shame or any guilt
With no tattoos or markings I am the temple that GOD built,
I am not a showoff or braggart or a follower which is true
That is why this man, will never have a tattoo.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave

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Explorations: XXXI
Skin morphs into
A vulnerable leaf
In the face of passion
And paralyzing fever
Skin feels a textured
Piece of unique art
Tempting one to touch
When just bathed
There's no difference
Between the landscape
And the skin when
Both are fresh
Skin,
Potent communicator
Of the subtle body language
Ah, the skin!
The treasure
Skin hides like
The deep ocean blue
What's skin deep?
poem by Indira Babbellapati

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Big Ideas
I've had these jeans since i was born
And now they're ripped and now they're torn
And all my friends have skateboards
I want the toys of other boys
I want a knife and a gun and things
But mom and dad will not give in
And i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
No I can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
And now I know just what it is
It's called disease and it's got my head
It always runs where I hide
Too scared too talk, too scared to try
Too scared to know the reasons why
And all my friends say bye bye
And i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
No I can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
And i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
No I can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
song performed by by Radiohead

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Faithless, The Wonder Boy
I've had these jeans since i was born
And now they're ripped and now they're torn
And all my friends have skateboards
I want the toys of other boys
I want a knife and a gun and things
But mom and dad will not give in
And i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
I can't put the needle in
No i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
And now i know just what it is
It's called disease and it's got my head
It always runs where i hide
Too scared too talk, too scared to try
Too scared to know the reasons why
And all my friends say bye bye
And i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
No i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
And i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
No i can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
Can't put the needle in
song performed by by Radiohead

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Faithless Wonder Boy
Ive had these jeans since I was born
And now theyre ripped and now theyre torn
And all my friends have skateboards
I want the toys of other boys
I want a knife and a gun and things
But mom and dad will not give in
And I cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
I cant put the needle in
No I cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
And now I know just what it is
Its called disease and its got my head
It always runs where I hide
Too scared too talk, too scared to try
Too scared to know the reasons why
And all my friends say bye bye
And I cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
No I cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
And I cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
No I cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
Cant put the needle in
song performed by by Radiohead

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My Beauty
There’s are days when you just wanna feel like a beauty in everyone’s eyes. But there’s always a butt head to make you feel less then you are I believe if you think or know you are then you are. It’s only what you make of it. There are times when I don’t feel beauty at but I think of what I always told myself. “My beauty is not just a pretty face. The beauty I have is a brand new sent of peace. My beauty is lovely peace sense of laughing out loud. My beauty is like an oak wooden chair that my daddyand I love to sit and think in. My beauty is a graceful smile I give her everyday.
My beauty I have is a great sense of style that I have to show the world. My beauty is my fragrant smell of lavender on my skin and hair. Beauty that I want is a 5 star hotel that someday I will stay in when I’m famous. Beauty is my toned color of the skin on my body. My beauty slowly surely of love i feel for you.
Beauty is my sleek smooth skin of my true beauty is deep within me. Now I know the sign of beauty I was bless with.
poem by Evevona Plummer

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Tattoo
Whatever you think of me
Im still your friend
So other than nothin whats new
The water s still flowin
Through the rose on my skin
This here tattoo is for you
The boys at the parlor downtown
Didnt waste anytime puttin it down
Time has been wastin away I can see it
Go sailin on by as it slips through my fingers
The bow and the wave never wait for tomorrow
They just keep on rollin as straight as an arrow
Good night
Girl of my dreams
You get better each day
I wish I could see you somehow
Girls that I love is there no other way
This here tattoo is for now
Id been out drinkin all day
I got carried away at the parlor last night
This summer rose is for you its no wonder
I bothered to wander back into the parlor
Its red and in bloom and its more than one color
It lives on forever for just a few dollars
Good night
Whatever you think of me
Im still your friend
So baby whatever you do
Now that its taken its permanent home
This here tattoo is for you
The boys at the parlor downtown
Didnt waste any time puttin it down
Time has been wastin away, you know time doesnt
Wait for nobody to find what theyre after
It just keeps on rolling on down the deep canyons
And through the green meadows into the broad ocean
Good night
Whatever you think of me
Im still your friend
So other than nothin whats new
The waters still flowing
Through the rose on my skin
This here tattoo is for you
The waters still flowin
Through the rose on my skin
This here tattoo is for you
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot

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Carrying The Pains
before anything else
is pain
it is born
before everything else
it is the beginning
of
personal wisdom
it is a teacher
without pay
it hammers the nails
throughout the
body
one gets familiar
with the
touch of pain
it becomes pain no more
but an everyday
carpentry
in that wooden
system
a house appears
and there are windows
your eyes begin to
see
your hands
learn feelings
then you leave it
just like any house
you are a vagabond
on ceaseless pathways
you still carry that pain
built inside your skin
like a tattoo
the art of the scar
anywhere,
everywhere
for it is a sea without a shore
space without edge
you simply move on
there is no falling
or rising
whatsoever.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa

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Second Skin
The bullets deep, Im not dreaming,
The blood I keep, while youre healing.
Have you found your second skin, second wind ?
Have you found your second skin, second wind ?
Second skin.
Youre riding high, you wont be falling
Dont look behind, Im crawling.
Have you found your second skin, second wind ?
Have you found your second skin, second wind ?
Oh you could have been born to swim,
You could have been born to camouflage.
Have you found your second skin, second wind ?
Have you found your second skin, second wind ?
Does it pull ? a ring around your finger ?
Does it hurt ? and will it linger on ?
Have you found your second skin, second wind ?
Have you found your second skin, second wind ?
Have you have you have you have you x5
song performed by by Heather Nova

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Tattoo
I am the criminal whose chest is tattooed with a poinard above which are graven the words 'mort aux bourgeois'. Let us each tattoo this on our hearts.
I am the soldier with a red mark on my nakedness-when in a frenzy of love the mark expands to spell Mad Queen. Let us each tattoo our Mad Queen on our heart.
I am the prophet from the land of the Sun whose back is tattooed in the design of a rising sun. Let us each tattoo a rising sun on our heart.
poem by Harry Crosby

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Thoughts Deeds Life Lived Values
who are we
what have we
life become
if still beautiful
both in and out
of our seal skin
beauty is skin deep
or beauty is deep skin
penetrates to heart
of matter we are
thoughts deeds
life lived values
poem by Terence George Craddock

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The hot hot sun
The hot hot sun
bakes
my skin skin skin
irksome infants
make
a din din din
could get under
my skin skin skin.
No
take a breath
a deep belly breath
let your diaphragm do the work
vorsprung durch inhallation
the oxygen bubbles into my blood
the heat touches my
bones
my mind absorbs those mutual benefits
slows, calms, immersed a gentle euphoria
and the warmth of the breeze embraces
I feel the joy joy joy
of the sun sun sun
on my skin skin skin
on this hot hot day!
poem by Robin Pratt

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My skin is screaming
My skin is screaming.
Screaming loud and clear.
My body and mind now joins the screams.
Needing and wanting the pain.
Needing the pain so I can feel.
Wanting the pain to drive out the inner pain.
so without a second thought I cut and cut again.
The scars lokk a mess.
But the scars, they telll a story.
They tell the story of a life with no glory.
The life filled with missery.
This is why skin screams.
Just to cut out the memories and the hell.
Of past events.
My skin mind and body needs the pain
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell

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Tattoo
Me and my brother were talking to each other
Me and my brother were talking to each other
bout what makes a man a man
bout what makes a man a man
Was it brain or brawn, or the month you were born
Was it brain or brawn, or the month you were born
We just couldnt understand
We just couldnt understand
Our old man didnt like our appearance
Our old man didnt like our appearance
He said that only women wear long hair
He said that only women wear long hair
So me and my brother borrowed money from mother
So me and my brother borrowed money from mother
We knew what we had to do
We knew what we had to do
We went downstairs, past the barber and gymnasium
We went downstairs, past the barber and gymnasium
And got our arms tattooed
And got our arms tattooed
Welcome to my life, tattoo
Welcome to my life, tattoo
Im a man now, thanks to you
Im a man now, thanks to you
I expect Ill regret you
I expect Ill regret you
But the skin graft man wont get you
But the skin graft man wont get you
Youl be there when I die
Youl be there when I die
Tattoo
Tattoo
My dad beat me cause mine said mother
My dad beat me cause mine said mother
But my mother naturally liked it and beat my brother
But my mother naturally liked it and beat my brother
cause his tattoo was of a lady in the nude
cause his tattoo was of a lady in the nude
And my mother thought that was extremely rude
And my mother thought that was extremely rude
Welcome to my life, tattoo
Welcome to my life, tattoo
Weve a long time together, me and you
Weve a long time together, me and you
I expect Ill regret you
I expect Ill regret you
But the skin graft man wont get you
But the skin graft man wont get you
Youll be there when I die
Youll be there when I die
Tattoo
Tattoo
Now Im older, Im tattooed all over
Now Im older, Im tattooed all over
My wife is tattooed too
My wife is tattooed too
A rooty-toot-toot, rooty-tooty-toot-toot
A rooty-toot-toot, rooty-tooty-toot-toot
Rooty-toot-toot tattoo too
Rooty-toot-toot tattoo too
To you
To you
song performed by by Who

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Needle In The Hay
Your hand on his arm
The hay stack charm around your neck
Strung out and thin
Calling some friend trying to cash some check
Hes acting dumb
Thats what youve come to expect
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Hes wearing yr clothes
Head down to toes a reaction to you
You say you know what he did
But you idiot kid
You dont have a clue
Sometimes they just get caught in the eye
Youre pulling him through
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Now on the bus
Nearly touching this dirty retreat
Falling out 6th and powell a dead sweat in my teeth
Gonna walk walk walk
Four more blocks plus one in my break
Down downstairs to the man
Hes gonna make it all ok
I cant beat myself
I cant beat myself
And I dont want to talk
Im taking the cure so I can be quiet
Whenever I want
So leave me alone
You ought to be proud that Im getting good marks
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
Needle in the hay
song performed by by Elliott Smith

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Beauty
Countless are beauties
To suit every taste
One Venus, one goddess
And many an angel
Seen, vied and gloated at
But! Lo! What is beauty?
For one fair skin is lovely
to another, black is bounty
But blonde is gorgeous for many
Lively smile, lotus eyes, long legs
Or total comely structure!
Ah! What is beauty? Where is beauty?
Theories were floated! Thoughts purveyed!
Frustrated hearts even wailed
That beauty is nothing but skin deep
Descriptions fail! Debates prove futile
Nor any norms dare narrate!
Every epicurean tumbles in vain
Where lies the real beauty
In embellished body or
In an unblemished mind
Why in Theresa’s gentle amble
Dazzles a beautiful guardian angel?
How the bare-mouthed Mahatma
By one pure smile of his
Geared millions
To bare their lives
For their mother land
Discern and discover my friends
Beauty mundane! Beauty divine?
Beauty haughty! Beauty holy?
Learn seeing through earthly bodies
Deep into the intrinsic
Where you find beauty authentic
All that stares at you
Is just cosmetic!
poem by Sathya Narayana

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Scenes Ever Never Seen
Ever seen light ridden heartbreak of a butterfly soul?
Fragile wings fragrance pure rising from the burnt
‘Tis said bees as well they die once they sting
The sting may be deep in your skin and still you live
But the small flying body buzzed off dies
I wonder where it goes.
It rings the bell, the bell of a song sometimes heard
А never seen - never written down wound of a song
It stings the skin surface scratch gives a little cry
The skin heals but what about the song
I wonder where it goes.
I’ll just never see.
poem by Miroslava Odalovic

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The Real Beauty
Everyone seems so intent on beauty,
but beauty is only skin-deep.
It is what lies beneath the beauty
that everyone, should be looking for.
The real beauty everyone wants to attain
should always come from within
and not the complexion of their skin.
13 February 2008
poem by David Harris

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Preserving Scars
She wakes up
Screaming
Crying
From nightmares
Terror
Fear
Scars
On her body
Show it all
Abuse
Mistreatment
Neglect
All her history
Is written
Upon her skin
Dripping in
Rose red
Ink
Scars
Tell her experiences
Memories
Engraved in
Her mind
Imprinted
Never to
Be without
Them
Never to
Be without
Pain
Reminders
Everywhere she
Looks
Of the past
Preserved
In her skin
She covers them
As best as she
Can
She hugs herself
Rocking back and forth
Rembering lost pain
Remembering
How she got those
Marks
How those
Memories
Were made
She will
Never be without
Those scars
Forever
Preserved
In her skin
poem by Autumn Winds

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Sonnet: Beauty
The flesh gets beauty, when draped by its skin;
The soul loses beauty, when filled by sin;
The beauty of things is seen when revealed;
The beauty of unseen things is concealed.
Woman! Thy beauty is in concealment;
Nature, thy beauty is the Firmament;
O Man! Thy beauty is by revealing;
Heart, Thy beauty is in deep feeling.
The Grace of God is the dress of the soul!
The Stars, Sun and Moon- the dress of the ‘bowl’! ’
Just as how skin protects the body’s flesh,
Good deeds make a soul beautiful and fresh.
Doing good in life is most important;
Avoiding harm is more significant.
3-1-2000
poem by John Celes

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