A non-stop bleeding sculpture
A non-stop bleeding sculpture,
With flesh of granofels
And veins of quartz,
Enlightening the glow of death,
Bending the seconds,
At sharp angles can create
The metamorphosed existence
Between real and unreal.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Real is real
Real is real
Real never ceases
Real is perceived by truth
It is in existence
Unreal has no existence.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Evading The Obvious
what is more obvious
is the sculpture of pain
standing in the middle of
the road
where we always pass
every morning
no one minds it
but it is there but there
are some who care
and touch the tip of the
bleeding stone
those who recognize
its existence
finally discover the
secret vein of
freedom...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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17
17 seconds of compassion
17 seconds of peace
17 seconds to remember love is the energy
behind which all is created
17 seconds to remember all that is good
17 seconds to forget all your hurt and pain
17 seconds of faith
17 seconds to trust you again
17 seconds of radiance
17 seconds to send a prayer up
17 seconds is all you really need
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins
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Dreams Unplugged
Unmaterialized condensed thoughts
melting
metamorphosed into liquid shapes
of
desired desires
reflections in disturbed water
mirror images of a broken one
mirage abetting illusions
subconsciously
connecting finite with infinity
failing to differentiate between
truth and untruth
real and unreal
yet dream, I dare.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Strangers Room
- at this time.....i just like to sing..
Here in this lonely room,
Late in the afternoon
Dreaming my life away-hey.
Dont answer the telephone,
Im not home receiving you.
Here in the afternoon,
Alone in some strangers room,
What am I doing here at all?
No need to over do it,
Im bleeding now,
Im bleeding now.
Stop the bleeding now,
Stop the bleeding now.
Oozing out
Dripping down
Tables silent shout.
Aghhh!
(scat sing and whistle)
Stop the bleeding now.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Strangers Room
- at this time.....i just like to sing..
Here in this lonely room,
Late in the afternoon
Dreaming my life away-hey.
Dont answer the telephone,
Im not home receiving you.
Here in the afternoon,
Alone in some strangers room,
What am I doing here at all?
No need to over do it,
Im bleeding now,
Im bleeding now.
Stop the bleeding now,
Stop the bleeding now.
Oozing out
Dripping down
Tables silent shout.
Aghhh!
(scat sing and whistle)
Stop the bleeding now.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Death is.....
Death is peaceful
Death is sharp pain in my heart
Death is feeling sadness
Death is deppresion
death is when my loved ones have gone away
Death is when i give up the fight
Death is when i cant think about whats right
Death is a good thing on my behalf
Death started when i gained life
Death is where ill go
Death is near
Death is what i see
Death lives inside of me
DEATH WILL STOP MY MISERY
poem by Angelique Paniagua
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We made love
A hummingbird rotated its wings
Making an empty circle
On the glassy sky.
Its real image, on my retina,
Became unreal
In the glassy mirror.
We became two images merging
In dancing moonlights,
Our souls were deconstructed into colors
We could create the highlight.
We closed our eyes feeling that we are not existent.
We opened them feeling that we are still existent.
Your love slipped between my seconds.
Suddenly, I began to feel your skin.
It was amazing.
I remember this, the touch.
It was more than love
In our secret.
Now, when I see a hummingbird
Rotating its wings
I am thankful to you
Because you gave me a chance to understand
Love's pure meaning.
This is why it is still real
And still existent.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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The Real
I know the sun's around
To wake the dead
You've got if anything
A bigger head
Most likely to perform
Was who I knew
But now it's you that I have to know
Silly who ya know
Has got away
Sweet little who ya know
Lives in L.A.
Most likely to conceive
Was who I knew
But now it's you that I have to know
Only the real world
Is so unreal
Only the real is real
Pocket the business card
Be on your way
Pocket the smiling face
And save the day
Most likely to perform
Was who I knew
But now it's you that I have to know
Only the real world is so unreal
Only the real is real
song performed by by Tracy Bonham from The Burdens Of Being Upright
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Shock To My System
So there I stood, square on my side of the great divide
A message came across a void
And for the first time in my life
Im awake, Im alive
I thought I was immune to this
til I felt the static charges in the air
I touch you, youre a live wire
Youre the raw fire burning in my heart
And it took me by surprise, thats no lie
You know you are, you are a sharp, shock to my system
A spark, a real shock
You know you are, you are a sharp, shock to my system
You start I cant stop
You taught me how to listen, shock to my system
My soul, my skin, you plug me in
And all of my pain is gone just like it never was
For the first time in my life I know what I feel
Now every time we touch Im caught off my guard
Thats no lie
You know you are, you are a sharp, shock to my system,
A spark, a real shock
You know you are, you are a sharp, shock to my system
You start I cant stop
You taught me how to listen shock to my system
Shock to my system
Shock to my system
You know you are, you are a sharp, shock to my system
You start I cant stop...
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Frustrating Seconds
These seconds of time that seem so small
really are not that small at all.
They continuously add up to a minute.
Sixty seconds later and all that's within it
is larger as they pass.
And then they add up to an hour.
Now those seconds have more power.
They move along and soon there'll be
another day gone from you with me.
Seconds, minutes, hours and days
have grown so long in heartfelt ways.
They leave me wondering just how long
these drawn out seconds did me wrong?
I'd love to bundle them up real tight
and little by little squeeze them at night.
And when the dawn is here again
remember all of them and say Amen.
I do not wish my life away.
I just want those seconds to go their way.
Let them add up for another fool.
For these seconds for me are much too cruel.
I don't need seconds, minutes or hours
to remind me of eternity.
I will not count the time anymore
for all it contains is the misery
of being away from you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Ending
Ending,
fending the ending,
off
pending, you wait
through your fate;
you queue for the bus
you pass
the lasting seconds
You're pending
nearly ending,
you fend for dear life
it's unavoidable
it's death again
you suffer
yes you do,
don't deny
you endure
taking the bus
the Santa Fanta fuss
to the emergency shopping centre
still you can't see;
so much mending
the offending,
outrageous outcome,
tear in the very fabric,
rending
heart-wrench beauty.
Ending,
just fending the ending,
pending snow
bending the bamboo
you sigh
Can my
love die?
the last stop,
bus terminus?
can I go round again?
is it a circle?
a straight line to the point?
do I amount
to a mere passing,
second-hand seconds,
bamboo bending
death again sending
an arranged funeral
of music
symphonies friends rejoice
the sweetest person is gone
sliding on black ice
stumbling
salt of the earth
melting
into oblivion
it's too late
to see who comes
to your funeral
it's yours
does love come in?
rending your reed pipe reasonable
broken trumpet longing
the ending
not death pending
but where love does
the bus goes,
no fuss
fuss no
bus,
does love
pending death
ending
longing trumpet broken
reasonable pipe reed rending
income love
your funeral
your comes who see too late
oblivion into melting
earth of salt stumbling
ice black on sliding
gone is person sweetest
rejoice friends symphonies
music of funeral
sending death
bending bamboo
seconds second-hand,
passing mere
to amount I do point
the line straight?
circle again,
terminus bus?
last stop die love
sigh
bamboo the bending
snow pending
ending the fending
just ending,
beauty heart-wrench
rending fabric tear,
outcome outrageous,
offending the mending
much so can't you still;
centre shopping emergency
the fuss Fanta Santa
bus taking
endure
don't
do you,
suffer
again death
it's unavoidable it's
life dear for fend
ending nearly,
pending
seconds lasting
pass you
bus queue you
fate you;
wait you pending,
off ending the fending,
Ending.
poem by William Pryor
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Nocturnal Reflections
In the darkness of the night
I stop and wonder if my existence
Has changed the world in any way
Have I been noticed
Or am I just another, whose flesh and blood,
Presence on Earth
Is only for the sake of another soul
Drifting away with time.
In the darkness of the night
I stop and wonder if my existence
Has altered the world in any way.
song performed by by Quo Vadis
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Seconds
All day
Hiding from the sun
Waiting for the golden one
Waiting for your fame
After the parade has gone
Outside was a happy place
Every face had a smile like the golden face
For a second
Your knuckles white as your fingers curl
The shot that was heard around the world
For a second
It took seconds of your time to take his life
It took seconds
It took seconds of your time to take his life
It took seconds
It took seconds of your time to take his life
It took seconds of your time to take his life
Seconds
Seconds
It took seconds of your time to take his life
It took seconds
It took seconds of your time to take his life
It took seconds
For a second
It took seconds of your time to take his life
It took seconds
It took seconds of your time to take his life
It took seconds
For a second
It took seconds of your time to take his life
Seconds of your time to take his life
For a second
For a second
For a second
song performed by by Human League
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I am Creation A Creative Force/Agent of Existence
I am creation
A creation of
existence
an agent of existence
endowed with the power to create
Though I create I'm not God
Don't Let Creators fool you
into divisive worship of themselves
God exists as eternal existence
A loving force embracing
creators and creations
all unique forms
with love alike and equal
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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I really don't have a theme when I start a sculpture. The rock guides me to the final sculpture. I think that is true for many creative sculpture artists.
quote by Jimmy Carl Black
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I hardly need to abstract things, for each object is unreal enough already, so unreal that I can only make it real by means of painting.
quote by Max Beckmann
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The Cross is the approbation of our existence, not in words, but in an act so completely radical that it caused God to become flesh and pierced this flesh to the quick; that, to God, it was worth the death of his incarnate Son.
quote by Joseph Ratzinger
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So Unreal With You
I can't explain just how I feel
'Cause how I feel is so unreal.
I try to tell you but you just steal
all those words I can't reveal
'cause how I feel is so unreal
with you,
Every time we are apart
all those feelings in my heart
get all mixed up. I don't know why?
And that's why I feel
so unreal with you.
*** The sun has lost its glow
But the moon still lets me know
that I'm breathing just for you.
If I had my way with you
all my words would be taboo.
But all my words are deep inside
where all my thoughts of you reside
about how I feel so unreal
with you.
REPEAT *** with changed ending
So I'm breathing just for you
and h
'Cause how I feel is so unreal.
I try to tell you but you just steal
all those words I can't reveal
'cause how I feel is so unreal
with you,
Every time we are apart
all those feelings in my heart
get all mixed up. I don't know why?
And that's why I feel
so unreal with you.
*** The sun has lost its glow
But the moon still lets me know
that I'm breathing just for you.
If I had my way with you
all my words would be taboo.
But all my words are deep inside
where all my thoughts of you reside
about how I feel so unreal
with you.
REPEAT *** with changed ending
So I'm breathing just for you
and how I feel is so unreal
with you.
Words and Music by
EDWINA REIZER
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Death is when....
Death is when my loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain in my heart
Death is this feeling of permanent sadness and pain
Death is when my loved ones have gone away
Death is the call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is the lesson i need to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is this unhappy feeling i have
Death is pleasant on my behalf
Death is the day i end my life
Death is when i give up the fight
Death is happiness to the world around me
Death started when i gained my life
Death can be helped along with this knife
Death is where i shall go
Death is close, i kno
Death willl come fast
Death is vast
Death is what i see
Death lives inside of me
Death is joy to me
Death has come for me
Death is gonna take me
Death will stop my misery
Death loves my company
Death ends the pain
Death takes me on that train
Death is near
Death is finally here