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I Sniffeth Sparks of Redemption Near

Ooooohhh...
Such flights of fancy,
Smothered by the whims
Of those who reek of self centeredness.
To leave those to themselves...
With imaginations to mend,
And heal those of broken hearts.
Hopeless that a goodness felt,
Within them must come to an end.

Alas...hark!
I sniffeth sparks of redemption near!

'That must be the remnants left,
Of a deflated balloon.
Torn apart by suspicions started.
And dissected into bits...
To elimiate that which had existed.'

With an increased fear of those who dream!
I shant let us face this doom.
I shall defend your honor with the brightest of po-ems.

'Ssssshhhh...be still my love!
Silence the thumping of those anticipations.
We shall protect from attack.
Let us quietly deny them the sighting
Of us eating alone,
A delicious mix of blended fruit with icecream.

Quick!
Licketh thy lips of evidence.
And let us sit as if perplexed.
We will escape the Ambassadors of Mean.
Ssssshhh...
Cast thou now thy evil face!
And let us show,
We too can be enraged.'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Face Up Face Down

Welcome all my honored guests
To the utimate duel of the best of the best
At my invitation you come to compete
For the honor of suffering the final defeat
Isn't it grand what I've managed to do
By kidnapping those closest to you
I've taken their souls to lay on the line
In a winner take all duel for all time
Let's play the game
I'm sure you all know how
But watch yourselves my foolish friends
You're all in my world now
Face up, Face down. Attack or Defend
Face up, Face down. This battle's to the end
Face up, Face down. Stay on guard
Face up, Face down. Play your strongest card
My arena waits us all
I built it myself, it is just down the hall
I wish this day hadn't come so fast
You see I truly wanted your pain to last
Face up, Face down. Attack or Defend
Face up, Face down. This battle's to the end
Face up, Face down. Stay on guard
Face up, Face down. Play your strongest card
All your cunning strategies, all the tricks you try
Look like merely child's play to my Millennium Eye
Ha, ha, ha, ha! Your turn Yugi-boy
What's wrong now you look so sad?
Losing your soul doesn't feel that bad
Those you love have told me so
And soon my friends, you too will know
Let's play the game
I'm sure you all know how
But watch yourselves my foolish friends
You're all in my world now
Face up, Face down. Attack or Defend
Face up, Face down. This battle's to the end
Face up, Face down. Stay on guard
Face up, Face down. Play your strongest card
Face up, Face down. Attack or Defend
Face up, Face down. This battle's to the end
Face up, Face down. Stay on guard
Face up, Face down. Play your strongest card

song performed by by Yu-Gi-Oh
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Lets Mend Whats Been Broken

We started out with a new love
And we thought we had more control
And as it turned to an old love
Bad times started to unfold
Now I dont want to let you go
And I dont want it to ever end
So if feelings have been torn and if hearts have been broken
Lets put it back together again
Ooh, weve got to
Lets mend whats been broken
You and me, me and you
Lets mend whats been broken
Ooh, yeah
Now Im not ready for new love
cause you make my life so complete
And if theres any problem
I know we wont suffer deeply
cause I dont want to let you go
I dont want it to ever end
So if feelings have been torn and if hearts have been broken
Lets put it back together again
Uh-huh, weve got to
Lets mend whats been broken
Me and you, you and me
Lets mend whats been broken
Ooh, yeah
Dont throw it all away
Lets keep this love in every way
Mend my heart, my achin heart
The thought of a brand new start tears me all apart
The love weve got, dont let it end
We can put it back together again
[and lets do it]
[lets do it]
Lets mend whats been broken [lets get to it]
Lets mend whats been broken [lets get to it]
[lets do it]
[lets do it]
[lets do it]
[lets do it]
[lets do it]
[lets get to it]
Lets mend whats been broken [lets get to it]
You and me
Lets mend whats been broken [lets get to it]
I know our love has got to be

song performed by by Gloria Gaynor
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Flight of the Naked Hearts

Some had been on sleeves.
For years grieving
With emotions deep.
And taken for granted...
By those who believed them weak,
And soft of spine.

They loved too much...
And too much left behind.
To be found in concern...
For someone who had not learned,
To recognize
Sincere eyes that carried love!

The flight of the naked hearts...
Chose to depart
Instead of dipping into bitterness.
And broken hearts to mend...
To heal and break again!
With arguments to defend...
Why they love!
And love like theirs will never end!

The flight of the naked hearts...
Begins!
And very few...
Who practice spewing venom,
Will come to understand.
Until an unsuspecting fang...
Appears from the mouth of a friend claimed.
Who pierces them to expose
Blood that's sucked!

A loved one they gave up,
Would never have had those thoughts to allow!
Or inflict that kind of pain!
And no unconditional love left comes...
To heal the depth of the drip dropp blood letting,
Felt in this sorrow!
Is left to regain!

All tomorrows...
And the comfort known
From yesterday has gone.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Imaginations Real

Voices across all the nation,
Echo in my mind.
In the streets,
In the factories,
In the towns.
Living out what imagination made real.
Got to leave the old world behind,
Use a fantasy,
Imagination is real.
Chorus
Im so much in love,
I cant explain,
Imaginations real.
Build your dreams,
And make them strong,
Lmaginations real.
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real.
No solution,
Hatred,
Fear of whats to come.
Dont cry,
Cant you feel it inside,
Cant you see its the only way it can be.
For our past has left us alone,
With a cold reality,
Imagination made real.
Chorus
If you use a dream
To change a mind,
Then imaginations real.
Think with your heart,
And you will see,
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real,
Imaginations real.

song performed by by Kinks
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Broken Face

I got a broken face
I got a
I got a broken face
Uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, ooo
I got a broken face (3x)
There was this boy who had two
Children with his sisters
They were his daughters
They were his favourite lovers
I got no lips, I got no tongue
Whatever I say is only spit
I got no lips, I got no tongue
I got a broken face, uh-hu, uh-hu
I got a broken face
There was this man who snapped his poke
In little pieces
And then they drilled holes
And then they put em back in there
I got no lips, I got no tongue
Whatever I say is only spit
I got no lips, I got no tongue
I got a broken face
Uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, uh-hu, ooo
I got a broken face
The little thing who does my laundry
Speaks no english
But if you saw her
Youd say isnt she lovely
I got no lips, I got no tongue
Whatever I say is only spit
I got no lips, I got no tongue

song performed by by Pixies
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Nite Flights

Theres no hold
The moving has come through
The danger passing you
Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels
Its so cold
The dog dug up fine dogs
The stiches torn and broke
The wrong lick fist you choke has hit the blood light
Glass traps opened and close on nite flights
Broken necks, feather plates pressed and warped
Be my love, we will be gods on nite flights
With only one promise, only one way to fall
Glass traps opened and close on nite flights
Broken necks feather ways press the walls
Be my love, we will be gods on nite flights
With only one promise, only one way to call
On nite flights
On nite flights
Only one way to fall
On nite flights
On nite flights
On nite flights
Only one way to fall
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah ah ah

song performed by by David Bowie
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Cold Morning Light

I believe if I was all alone,
I would be better off in a world my own
Id forget I ever knew of you, and this dream every
Night that you put me through
We walk along a hollywood sea
And you dance once again with me
We are close, we are friends
And our love never ends
But in the cold morning light I see
That you wont be back for me
The wound you left is healing and then
It starts itching and I scratch it open again
So the pain comes out and I give in
And indulge my imaginations, whims
We sit and drink victorian tea
And your face wears a smile for me
I was yours, you were mine
Our hearts bound, lost in time
But in the cold morning light I see
That you won't be back
For me there can be no peace
For me there can be no rest
I believe though Ive tried my best
Im condemned it seems to a life of
Restlessness and broken dreams

song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Overwhelmed

Worries of the 'morrow...
Anxieties of this day-
Torrential waves of doom and gloom...
Perpetuate our very ways;

So many of the negative-
With no inspiration to be found-
Only hopeless enigmas and tragedies...
Despairs sobbing-the only sound;

In fear of the next day-
As this day comes to a hurried end...
Dire straits of the coming fates...
Torn-but with no one to mend;

No sewing needles to stitch-
No Knight in shining armor to save...
No Good Samaritan with open arms...
Alas, all that 'tis left 'tis the grave;

The Golden Rule

***Just In Case There Are Any Doubts
I Am A Married Women...Not A Man! ! ! !

June 18,2010

poem by Theodora Onken
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Perceptions

At what cost,
Did you manage to keep your balloon afloat?
At whose expense,
Is that smile upon your face...
Permanently etched,
Not to show a trace of fear.

At what cost,
Did you manage to keep your balloon afloat?
Who kept the clouds away from your shine?
And...
How is this happening all the time,
When I am certain what you see does not exist.

Who did you listen to that convinced you to do this?
And how high is that balloon you see flying?

At what cost,
Did you manage to keep your balloon afloat?
At whose expense,
Is that smile upon your face...
Permanently etched,
Not to show a trace of fear.

Just how near or far are you,
From my own learned perceptions?
And sometimes confused and conflicted by deception.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Else is Going to Protect You.

Who else is going to protect you?
Who else is going to hunt for you?
Who else will die for you?
I am a Cheyenne dog soldier,
It’s my life,
It’s my honor,
To die for you,

Who else is going to cry for you?
Who else?
Who else will mourn for you?
Who else will fight?
Against the white mans might,
I am a Cheyenne dog soldier,
It’s my life,
It’s my honor,
To die for you,

Who else will wipe your tears away?
Who else will pick up the broken pieces?
Who else can see?
Who else can feel my pain?
Will we ever be the same?
Will our hearts ever heal?
I am a Cheyenne dog soldier,
It’s my life,
It’s my honor,
To die for you,

Who turned our world upside down?
Who was it who bought us down?
Who was it who scorched our ground?
Who was it who saw what was coming?
Who saw the darkness coming?
Who saw the image of the buffalo fading?
I am a Cheyenne dog solder,
It’s my life,
It’s my honor,
To die for you,

Visions and dreams haunt me,
Starvation,
Concentration,
Reservation,
Deprivation,
Our spirit can’t be broken,
Our language is still spoken,
Our pride indestructible,
Our treatment unspeakable,
More promises broken,
I-am a –Cheyenne dog soldier,
Ready to defend,
Ready to die,
I carry with me honor,
Pride,
Courage,
Generosity,
Wisdom and humility,
My vision of a Cheyenne dog soldier.
Osceola Birdman Waters.
Copy writes pending.

poem by Osceola Waters
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Tattered Remnants of your broken pride

Tattered remnants of your broken pride
Tattered remnants laying everywhere
Tattered remnants of your broken pride
Now you lay disgraced, no honor, and no pride so bare

Ill bury you in your own shame
Like it’s some kind of fuckin game
Yah beat you down and shove the disgrace
All in your pathetic mother fucking face

Take your pride and smash it to pieces
Stomp on your life until it ceases
Shame you to the point of tears
Make you weep in front of your peers

You challenged my honor and now you must learn
You fuckin play with fire and it’s gonna burn

A threat against my pride
This dare shall not be denied
You’ve chosen to challenge me in physical warfare
Ill leave you for dead without a god damned care

I will not stand for this degradation
Seeing you beaten on the ground; such elation
Bloody and shamed
Bruised and tamed

Now walk away, no crawl away
Ill let you live to fight another day

poem by Spooky Mind
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My Phantom Valentine

Chocolate and roses red left at my door
With only a note to proclaim to me
The truth of this romantic holiday is that I have
A secret admirer of my poise and my beauty
One who has long sought to give to me
All of their heart and all of their soul
So as I sit here and ponder
Writing out your anonymous tale
I wonder
Oh yes, I must confess that I do wonder
My Phantom Valentine
Do tell me
Who are you?

To dance the night away
So sweetly
So very tender a embrace
In my arms
That is where and how you say that your dream of me lives
Together forever
Our souls and our hearts bound by destiny
Decreed by fate to be
One forever more
Torn apart never
I must confess that it is my secret longing too
To linger always at your side
My Phantom Valentine

All that I could ever want
All that I could ever need
In this lifetime or any other my love is you
That much I want you to know is true
Me and you
From this moment forward
I am yours
If you will be mine
All I ask of you is this
Show me
Show me that face and kiss me with those lips
Those lips and that face that belong to just one man alone
The man who is you.....

poem by Ramona Thompson
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Thou Art Not False, But Thou Art Fickle

Thou art not false, but thou art fickle,
To those thyself so fondly sought;
The tears that thou hast forced to trickle
Are doubly bitter from that thought:
'Tis this which breaks the heart thou grievest
Too well thou lov'st - too soon thou leavest.

The wholly false the heart despises,
And spurns deceiver and deceit;
But she who not a thought disguises,
Whose love is as sincere as sweet,
When she can change who loved so truly,
It feels what mine has felt so newly.

To dream of joy and wake to sorrow
Is doom'd to all who love or live;
And if, when conscious on the morrow,
We scarce our fancy can forgive,
That cheated us in slumber only,
To leave the waking soul more lonely,

What must they feel whom no false vision,
But truest, tenderest passion warm'd?
Sincere, but swift in sad transition;
As if a dream alone had charm'd?
Ah! sure such grief is fancy's scheming,
And all thy change can be but dreaming!

poem by Byron
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Love's Exchange

LOVE, any devil else but you
Would for a given soul give something too.
At court your fellows every day
Give th' art of rhyming, huntsmanship, or play,
For them which were their own before;
Only I have nothing, which gave more,
But am, alas ! by being lowly, lower.

I ask no dispensation now,
To falsify a tear, or sigh, or vow;
I do not sue from thee to draw
A non obstante on nature's law;
These are prerogatives, they inhere
In thee and thine; none should forswear
Except that he Love's minion were.

Give me thy weakness, make me blind,
Both ways, as thou and thine, in eyes and mind;
Love, let me never know that this
Is love, or, that love childish is;
Let me not know that others know
That she knows my paines, lest that so
A tender shame make me mine own new woe.

If thou give nothing, yet thou 'rt just,
Because I would not thy first motions trust;
Small towns which stand stiff, till great shot
Enforce them, by war's law condition not;
Such in Love's warfare is my case;
I may not article for grace,
Having put Love at last to show this face.

This face, by which he could command
And change th' idolatry of any land,
This face, which, wheresoe'er it comes,
Can call vow'd men from cloisters, dead from tombs,
And melt both poles at once, and store
Deserts with cities, and make more
Mines in the earth, than quarries were before.

For this Love is enraged with me,
Yet kills not; if I must example be
To future rebels, if th' unborn
Must learn by my being cut up and torn,
Kill, and dissect me, Love; for this
Torture against thine own end is;
Rack'd carcasses make ill anatomies.

poem by John Donne
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Nothing To Show

Nothing to show beyond the fear I had
Body so warm within his perfumed bed
Sleeping alone, the shadow of a man
He will entice you too, and if he can
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing is handed, power is changing fast
Many the empty hopes his lips caress
Sorry to say his days are spent in vain
Chasing a dream of doom of nights in pain
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Shadowy nights of memories of the grave
Gentle my love and sweetness sometimes sick
Keep up his time while his crimes are known
Only a fool can see he's sold his love
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Nothing to show for love has never been
Submitted by Michael Hack

song performed by by Supertramp
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A heart chanced

A heart chanced
~
A heart chanced once more
After years of silent solitude
Met only silence in its asking
And wept into a quiet nothing
A pride and strength deflated
The hope which fed each word
Broken like the dream left behind
The memories of past heartbreak
Revoked in this new silence
A question asked, regretted
A belief chanced, lost
The simple words spoken
Honest and gently thought
Fall into a quiet silence
A solitude of reply
To the heart which fought
To believe and chance again
Sits sadly quietly weeping

poem by Matthew Holloway
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This Paralysis

Nothing bitchy will ever leave my lips
And this tingle in my fingertips
Isn't really
A heart attack
Man on the curb
Breathing heavily
And the fear now
That is eating me
Isn't really
From a heart attack
And this paralysis
Needs no analysis
As I fall apart
At the seams
Feels like centuries
That you have played with me
And in times like this
It escapes me
Why you attack my lead balloon
With your hard attack
And this paralysis
Needs no analysis
As I fall apart
At the seams
From your knockout punch
That floored me with a crunch
To end my unbeaten run
On the scene
Wipe me off the floor
Cut the ground from under me
You wore me like a frock
From a stupid fantasy
We pushed out of bounds
Kicked it from the ground
All 'cause the love we found
Was too tightly wound
I'm in the ocean
I can't feel the ground
And approaching me
Without a sound
Is a thing with attitude
Like a shark attack
And this paralysis
Needs no analysis
As I fall apart
At the seams
From your knockout punch
That floored me with a crunch
To end my unbeaten run
On the scene

song performed by by Eagle Eye Cherry
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Early Works - I’ve

I’ve walked near waves
where fishermen have cast their nets.
I’ve walked through thorns
that have cut and scratched.
I’ve felt cupid’s arrow pierce my heart,
and then felt the arrow torn out,
as my heart has been broken apart.

I’ve walked near a cliff
where suicides have cast and fallen.
I’ve walked through a cave
where blackness soaks up all light.
I’ve felt the torment and frustration of love
when hearts are woven as one,
then split apart by the sound of a gun.

I’ve walked near canyons
where one’s voice answers back.
I’ve walked on pebbles where seeds
have fallen and have been strangled of life.
I’ve felt the heaviness of parting,
the fear of falling
and the joys of love meeting.

Date Written Unknown

poem by David Harris
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Once Young, Now Old

I face myself in the mirror
Trying to escape the horror
That caused my hair to be grey
Was it the sorrows of every night and every day?
Or the burden of things I couldn’t say

I face myself in the mirror
Trying to escape the horror
That caused, in my eyes, that hidden tear
Was it the unachieved goals hunted by fear
Or the secrets I was left to seal

I face myself in the mirror
Trying to escape the horror
That left me with ruins of a smile
And prevented me from climbing any higher

I face myself in the mirror
Trying to escape the horror
Of the ghost I see
Empty
Not willing to breath anymore
There’s nothing to live for

poem by Whispering Rose
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The Death Papers.... (Part One)

perhaps, we then
are but a series of deaths,
tiny deaths, unclaimed sparks...
or one long death
in illiterate stages,
flesh scarred memories failing,
deeper and deeper in the grain,
the stink of rot, and becoming!
broken wings and stolen kisses,
lips scorched and fingers broken,
beyond names and naming,
beyond words and thinking...
till nothing is left,
but raw sound,
and the veins of the decayed leaf,
shouting silence, and redemption!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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