Crushing Pestle
I take my habits outside
and crush them in the pestle
because they constrain my life
even as I yearn to move beyond them.
I set aflame all my cultural presuppositions
because they prevent me from seeing.
I take each and every thought which in the past
seemed evident
and like Einstein
ask why do I accept these ideas as true?
I am in pursuit of my own genius
and its antecedents.
But my pestle strategy
is seen by all as rebellious
and I am crushed low soon
by church and state.
But visions never die
and in the dead of night
they return
asking why
tossing and turning
in my mind.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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There At The Cave Door Of The Old Church
there at the cave door of the old church
you shall enter
move farther. move some more until you reach
the dead end corner
where the windows are little squares
lighted by the small fingers of the sun
shining all day
find our some truths of squares
lights and shadows of the past of this old church
on its window and door
have you gone to the old church in Baclayon?
have you seen this old door and window?
tell me if it is true that there are no more choices
in your life.
what they are saying is not really true.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A pestle upon a peg, and a mortar upon a clothes line.
The skill of using a mortar and pestle never leaves one.
The wind that carried the mortar will not fail to carry the pestle.
Fembot
Went to bed with a smile.
Bragged to my friends for a little while.
And, I wished for another date,
to *sit with you dazin'*, I was in this state
of tossing and turning not knowing what to do.
Just sitting and waiting for a call from you.
I know that its real and its no surprise.
To see that its true I look into your eyes.
Oh yes she changed me. And, now Im not the same.
And I know just how I have a world when she says my name.
Now I see you every day.
I go out of my way just to see your face
and school with you isnt the same.
Sleepless nights and our jokes are lame.
I am hoping and dreaming of another night like this.
Restless, and yearning for your sweet kiss.
I know that its real, and its no surprise, i no that its true i look into your eyes.
Oh Yes she change me, now im not the same.
I know now just how I have a world when she says me name.
She changed me and now im not the same.
And I know now just how I *have a world* when she says my name.
Tossing and turning not knowing what to do.
Just sitting and waiting for a call from you.
I know that its true and its no surprise.
To see that its real I look into your eyes.
Oh yes she changed me. And, now Im not the same.
And I know just how I have a world when she says my name.
Oh yes she changed me. And, now Im not the same.
And I know just how I have a world when she says my name.
song performed by by All American Rejects
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Life Begins At 40
- wed like to welcome you here to the dakota country and western club
And in return for miss yoko onos wonderful gift of a very strange...
Id like,this morning, to sing you a little ditty that occured to me in the throes of my sleep
Its called life begins at 40
They say life begins at forty,
Age is just a state of mind.
If all thats true,
You know, that Ive been dead for thirty-nine.
And if life begins at forty,
Well, I hope it aint the same
Its been tough enough without that stuff
I dont wanna to be born again.
Well, I tried to sweep the slate clean
With a new broom evry day
If that dont work,
Ill jerk around until my next birtday
Yeah, life begins at forty,
Age is just a state of mind.
Well, if all thats true
You know that Ive been dead for thirty-nine.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Life Begins At 40
- wed like to welcome you here to the dakota country and western club
And in return for miss yoko onos wonderful gift of a very strange...
Id like,this morning, to sing you a little ditty that occured to me in the throes of my sleep
Its called life begins at 40
They say life begins at forty,
Age is just a state of mind.
If all thats true,
You know, that Ive been dead for thirty-nine.
And if life begins at forty,
Well, I hope it aint the same
Its been tough enough without that stuff
I dont wanna to be born again.
Well, I tried to sweep the slate clean
With a new broom evry day
If that dont work,
Ill jerk around until my next birtday
Yeah, life begins at forty,
Age is just a state of mind.
Well, if all thats true
You know that Ive been dead for thirty-nine.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Thoughts and ideas - (Talking through my hat)
Break and husk
thoughts and ideas that,
without reason,
I smashing them like nuts
into my head – mortar with pig iron pestle.
Lay and hatch
thoughts and ideas,
and younglings,
instead of fly,
I keep them under latch
in my head – cage of neurons,
dendrites and axons.
Knead and raise
thoughts and ideas
but let me tempted,
and without reason,
instead of bake them, I play
“of thieves and bobbies”
with bullets of dough
shot from my head – automatic gun.
Pull kernels out of
thoughts and ideas
but I put not them to spring
and hundredfold harvest to bring,
I chain them necklace
that my poor mind
who walks nomad
through my head – ballad
to put it neck
in a night with moon
and than to catch
in a fairies dance
and hungry of blue
to soar in the stars.
***
Thoughts and ideas
are shrieking through my mind
as lost migratory birds
in an autumn of rains.
Thoughts and ideas
- arrow-shaped cranes with wet wings -
fall all at once
in my head – moorland
of thistle and mud.
Bevies of ideas
and useless thoughts
surround my mind
how ravens give wheel
carrions to be
through my head - waste land
by boiling and winds.
Thoughts and ideas
go round
like a pack of wolves
with empty bellies
through my head – winter of frost,
winter of sleet
with my mind
thoroughly frozen
by fright and a biting wind.
Pick
bunches of thoughts and ideas
caressed by the sun of mind
in bacchanal vineyards
planted on encephalic hills.
I squish them
and expect to get wine
and get drunk
in my head – tavern where the smoke
knife just cut it
and air is sourbitter.
Fog of thoughts and ideas
rises from my mind
as darkness on swamps
in late autumn.
Nothing to see
not hear anything
all still is,
just the small brain
flickers in my head – gray curtain
between movement and inertia.
Slacked thoughts and ideas
are resting on benches of mind,
nothing pulling them
with hands and teeth,
I can’t them gather
at work to bring
to get something good
from my head – chaos
where it lacks a poleax
and a stump of elm.
poem by Viorel Petru Trifan
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Thinking About You
Alone,
In the dark
Unable to sleep
Tossing and turning.
Listening quietly
To the December rain
Tossing and turning
Tossing and turning...
Restless,
Thinking about you.
Realised,
A sting of loneliness
As I opened my eyes
Staring at the celling.
No one but myself
In this small single room
Tossing and turning
Tossing and turning...
Thinking about you.
Partially wishing you were here
To lend me a listening ear
Because I admit
I too, like you,
Want to be hugged
A person, not a bolster.
The warmth of another person,
Longing for affection
Hungry for some attention
To hear some affirming words...
That I am still loved,
To have someone to remind me
That I no longer need to be lonely.
I too, desire to be loved.
Just like you,
Just like any other person.
Wilson Khor W.H. @ Seymour Nightweaver
poem by Wilson Khor Woo Han
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Dead Tomorrow
Don't you understand me?
In the back of all these visions
All these dreams inside me rotting
Like the clock is ticking down
Words like eyes they turn you inside out
To drown you later in your life
You see nothing but feel disturbed
When the pain just comes rushing in.
Words convulsing in full circles
Turning inside out to make
Us better on the outside, so much stronger now.
Can't look back because the past is burnt out
From the past because its burnt out from the past
Because its burnt out tune me out.
All my life waiting for the answers to
These dreams alone of the knife
That's cutting from my life
It's cutting from my life
It's cutting from my life
It's cutting from my life
It's cutting from my
Dead Tomorrow, dead tomorrow,
You'll be dead tomorrow
Dead Tomorrow,
You'll be dead tomorrow
Dead Tomorrow,
All my life waiting for the answers to
These dreams alone of the knife
That's cutting from my life
It's cutting from my life
It's cutting from my life
It's cutting from
Don't you understand me?
In the back of all these visions
All these dreams inside me rotting,
Like the clock is ticking down,
Can't look back because the past is burnt out
From the past because its burnt out from the past,
Because it's burnt out tune me out.
Dead Tomorrow, Dead Tomorrow,
You'll be dead Tomorrow, Dead Tomorrow
song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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OTHER WORLD...by Talile Ali
TIMINGS EVERYTHING
WHAT A MESS
I DON'T THINK
YOU KNOW I GUESS
WERE YOU TOO DRUNK
WERE YOU AWARE
OR JUST SO WELL LUBED
YOU DIDN'T CARE
WORDS WERE SPOKEN
TRUTHS WERE SHARED
SEEMED IF EVERYTHING
END UP SQUARED
ABOUT HOW YOU'VE ALWAYS KNEW YOU LOVED ME
AND HOW YOU THOUGHT WE COULD NEVER BE
SO YOU SETTLED FOR WHAT YOU THOUGHT COULD BE
A LIFE OF ABUSE AND NOT HAVING ME
BUT THE NEXT DAY
IT WAS A BLUR
YOU EVEN ASKED ME
WAS I THERE FOR SURE?
THAT'S WHEN I KNEW
BLACK OUTS WERE YOUR CURE
YOU'VE BEEN THRU A LOT
OF HELLISH EVENTS
I WISH I WAS THERE
TO MAYBE PREVENT
SEVERAL OF THOSE OCCASSION
I KNOW I'D BE DEAD
BUT THERE'D BE SOME DEAD BODIES
WITH MANY CRUSHED HEADS
FOR WHAT THEY DID TO YOU
OH THEY'D WISH THEY WERE DEAD
MY HEART IS ALL HURT
AND SO IS MY HEAD
WITH WHATS JUST OCCURRED
MY INNOCENTS DEAD
SO OTHER WORLD IS
THIS GAME THAT YOU'RE IN
WE'RE IN IT TOGETHER
THIS LOVE THAT'S YOUR SIN
AND LYING TO ME
THAT'S NOT EVEN WHERE WE BEGIN
poem by Talile Ali
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As I Lie
As I lie
And snap my fingers,
Remembering a thought
That still lingers,
While tossing and turning
In my bed,
I feel like then
An un-restless dead,
Trying to sleep
Then trying to awake,
With streams of dreams
I hopefully try to break,
I then see a vision
I then hear a thought,
That not long ago
I had caught,
It is now filling me
With silly rhymes,
From a different moment
And also a different time,
Why do I lie
Why don't I cry,
Why don't I sleep
And then softly die,
But then as I stare
And I see a book,
The visions not here
As I take another look,
So on my back
I will then roll,
To look at my ceiling
And then my soul,
And as I lie
And then I snap my fingers
Now that thought with me,
It now no longer lingers.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Unmet Need
I know not that for which I yearn
But know my life is incomplete,
At night I lie and toss and turn
But always I meet with defeat.
Sometimes my heart will miss a beat.
I know not that for which I yearn
A malady I cannot treat
Sometimes it goes but will return.
Perhaps in due course I will learn
What I must know to be complete.
I know not that for which I yearn
Until I know I can’t compete.
So like an echo I repeat
What must I do to earn
full forgiveness for my deceit
I know not that for which I yearn.
1-Jul-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Unmet Need or M' lady Tara
I know not that for which I yearn
But know my life is incomplete,
At night I lie and toss and turn
But always I meet with defeat.
Sometimes my heart will miss a beat.
I know not that for which I yearn
A malady I cannot treat
Sometimes it goes but will return.
Perhaps in due course I will learn
What I must know to be complete.
I know not that for which I yearn
Until I know I can’t compete.
So like an echo I repeat
What must I do to earn
full forgiveness for my deceit
I know not that for which I yearn.
1-Jul-08
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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As far as me knowing if Frank was a genius - in those days, I thought Einstein was the only genius around.
quote by Jimmy Carl Black
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Big Wheels
Ive been thinking it over
So many times they say
You got it made
They never understand
The answer lies within your soul
cos no one know which side
The coin will fall.
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning, turning...
Save it for a rainy day
For when the cold wind blows
Just to see how they run
I thought theyd know
I tried my best, all I could do
But somehow it was not enough for you.
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning, turning,
Turning, turning...
Chorus:
I remember the dead of night
A lonely light that shines upon the window
I see it all so clear
The tenderness, the silent tears
Out here in the pouring rain
Through cold dark waiting days
I see you standing there
I see the big wheels turning
Never ending, on and on they go.
I think Im going home
I think Im gonna have to start again
Its rather sad
Because Ive looked around, cant seem to find
Whatevers always rolling through my mind
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning
Baby I know
Big wheels turning, turning
Turning, turning...
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Majestic Ecstasy
I wish I knew you before...
You decided to cry,
For the rest of your life...
With that state of mind.
When will you feel deserving to accept,
A happiness that is within your reach...
Just for you,
Free of past regrets.
Although I know it is unrecognizable.
Perhaps disposable as well.
And on that,
I am not willing to bet, yet.
Forget those promises and missteps made.
I thought with us we would clear the slate.
And be done of those mistakes.
With others who came to introduced to us,
Baggage with issues packed...
To share with us their every heartbreak.
I wish I knew you before...
You decided to cry,
For the rest of your life.
With that state of mind.
You can not be honest with me!
Not if you aren't able to leave,
That hypnotic bleeding behind.
When am I going to occupy some of that time?
When will I begin to see,
The one I knew who now plays seek and find!
I am yours.
But not a part of you...
Radiates onto me to shine.
I'd like to know,
More than one piece of you...
You keep for me and say it's mine!
I wish I knew you before...
You decided to cry,
For the rest of your life.
With that state of mind.
I hope one day we will really come to meet.
Before, during or after...
When we do,
Come.
Together when we together...
With a majestic ecstasy,
Come when we meet.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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0373 Regret
We have a 'past'...however, now, not true;
since only in the present is true life;
and yet, the heart may sometimes deeply rue
some past event, or memory of strife;
and in those moments, we may humbly yearn
for one to whom to offer up our tears;
to beg forgiveness; to some greater turn
that we may live beyond what failure fears;
and then we may seek transcendental One
to beg of him, return of soul to health;
or if we're so inclined, kneel to atone
to that one Self which is our very self.
Sometimes detachment pleads duality
to find our godly self in unity.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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