I closed my eyes to creation
I closed my eyes to creation when I beheld his beauty, I became
intoxicated with his beauty and bestowed my soul.
For the sake of Solomon’s seal I became wax in all my body,
and in order to become illumined I rubbed my wax.
I saw his opinion and cast away my own twisted opinion; I
became his reed pipe and likewise lamented on his lip.
He was in my hand, and blindly I groped for him with my
hand; I was in his hand, and yet I inquired of those who were
misinformed.
I must have been either a simpleton or drunk or mad that
fearfully I was stealing from my own gold.
Like a thief I crept through a crack in the wall into my own
vine, like a thief I gathered jasmine from my own garden.
Enough, do not twist my secret upon your fingertips, for I have
twisted off out of your twisted fist.
Shams-e Tabriz, from whom comes the light of moon and
stars–though I am grieving with sorrow for him, I am like the
crescent of the festival.
Related quotes
Twisted matter
Twisted faces, twisted emotions,
Twisted past, twisted present,
Twisted future, twisted hopes
Twisted preaching, twisted action,
Twisted truth, twisted lie,
Everything is twisted and twisted,
O Lord, where is thy twist?
poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Twisted Girl
Mmhh...
Twisted girl
Innocent cloud
Whohoo
Youd better slow down, mh
I said what comes around goes around
Everytime
And not sex in the city with your Jimmy Choos on, hu
Or the life of the party when youre in before dawn, ohh
Innocent cloud
Slow it down
Slow it down
Slow it downnnnnnnnnnnn...
Ready or not
Givin all that you got
Its a twisted world we live in
I know what its like
When you tangled in life
Untwist this world
You twisted girl, ah... huh
Oh youd better be aware, hooho
And handle with care, uh
Dont feed the dragon
With your lies, ha
Dont be a bitch politician with your crispy cream smile, ohh
Or a second hand diva living in denial ohh
Innocent cloud
Break it down
Break it down
Break it downnnnnnnnnnn...
Ready or not
Givin all that you got
Its a twisted world we live in
I know what its like
When you tangled in life
Untwist this world
You twisted girl
In the land make believe
Look what you've become
Taste the simple pleasure
It's hittin' on your tongue
Sell your soul
Pay the price
Wipe the clouds from your eyes
Foreverrrrrr.....
Ohh youre a twisted girl
I know what its like
When you tangled in life
Ohhh
Twisted world
You twisted girl, yeah
Ready or not
Givin all that you got
Its a twisted world
I know what its like
When you tangled in life
Untwist this girl
You twisted girl
Ha, youre twisted girl
I said innocent cloud, hu
Youre a twisted girl
song performed by by Anastacia
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Twisted
I think it started
The way you twist my words
This world can get so shallow
I feel so tired
I still loose myself in other voices
I cant help myself
The mirror must fall
Its falling to pieces
And I feel twisted
I dont want to be with you
A million night faces
Turning inside out
The lies in their hands
All I do is smile
I dont want to be like this
A million night faces
Turning inside out, inside out
The names on the wall
The pain to remember
I am not what I seem
I have to balance
I have to think
Can I give you something more ?
Christ on the cross
The faceless bodies
And angels calling to me
Please seduce me
Please let me use you
And I feel twisted
I dont want to be with you
A million night faces
Turning inside out, inside out
All I do is smile
Too many secret smiles
Heh , heh, sarah
Too many secret smiles
Heh , heh, sarah
I feel so twisted
I feel so twisted
Too many secret smiles
Heh , heh, sarah
So twisted,
Etc ...
song performed by by Xymox
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Thief! ! !
You are a thief
THIEF, THIEF, THIEF
Thief from bones and soul
Thief till dust and ash
THIEF, THIEF, THIEF
Thief who steals and shouts
Thief who cheats and hides
You have a pride
A pride of THIEF
You have an ethic
An ethic of THIEF
You have rules
Rules of THIEF
You take what you want
And run from everyone
Irresponsible about what you’ve done
Leave this mess to be blown
THIEF, THIEF, THIEF
There’s nothing real
From your belonging
You’re just a thief
And why I should follow a thief
poem by Maria Sudibyo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Ill Be Your Mirror
(reed)
Ill be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you dont know
Ill be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that youre home
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside youre twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
cause I see you
I find it hard to believe you dont know
The beauty that you are
But if you dont let me be your eyes
A hand in your darkness, so you wont be afraid
When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside youre twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
cause I see you
Ill be your mirror
song performed by by Velvet Underground
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
I'm Twisted and Evil
I'm twisted its true,
and its all because of you.
All the hateful things you said,
and what you've put me through.
I'm evil indeed,
and its all because of me.
The things I put before my eyes,
and the books I like to read.
Twisted and evil,
and up to no damn good.
I want so bad just to be loved,
why aint that understood.
Take out my pain on some one else,
is the only thing I know.
These twisted evil ways of mine,
are all Ive got to show.
I'm twisted and evil,
through my flesh down to the bone.
And I do twisted evil things,
just thought you'd like to know.
poem by Ken Bennight
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Hand
only the human hand,
the caring hand,
the hand covered in blood
and filth, the hand swollen
bruised, and beaten...
the open hand,
not a fist anymore hand,
not afraid to let go hand,
never letting go hand...
feed the baby, plow the field hand,
stroke the face of
the old woman dying hand...
light the fires, sweep the floors hand...
the praying hand, the picking hand,
the paint the soul hand...
only the human hand
can touch with the heart of God!
poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Apollo's Song
My Daphne's hair is twisted gold,
Bright stars apiece her eyes do hold,
My Daphne's brow enthrones the Graces,
My Daphne's beauty stains all faces,
On Daphne's cheek grow rose and cherry,
On Daphne's lip a sweeter berry,
Daphne's snowy hand but touched does melt,
And then no heavenlier warmth is felt,
My Daphne's voice tunes all the spheres,
My Daphne's music charms all ears.
Fond am I thus to sing her praise;
These glories now are turned to bays.
Listen. Do not have an opinion while you listen because frankly, your opinion doesn't hold much water outside of Your Universe. Just listen. Listen until their brain has been twisted like a dripping towel and what they have to say is all over the floor.
quote by Hugh Elliott
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
HER SMILE (Mona lisa)
Her beauty not Japanese
Or German
Not either English
Nor Irish
Her beauty not consumed in bollywood
Or either tabbed in hollywood
The beauty pure hidden in her soul
Not words what could bear
Nor either color can paint
But only I can say
OH her smile's talk
Took my heart
Eyes twisted
Dark of night
To dawn of mona lisa.
poem by Sallam Yassin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Twisted Masks
Sick in the head
Sick in the mind they'll call me
The hypocrites who lie about their masks
they see not because they look not
who i am is who i choose to be
masks filled my face from inch to inch
tell me who i am you sick twisted soul
thinking you know my heart like its gold
twisted time engraves upon ones heart
like sadness on the face of a clown
does my face shine that masks so
but who am i to twist the facts of life?
poem by Branden Aeling
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Beauty is
The beauty beheld is alive.
Beauty hiding is of the soul.
Beauty freed is love.
Beauty seen is beauty in control.
Beauty is the passion of the heart.
Beauty causes order divine.
Beauty is seen in all the great.
Beauty is the lure of nature's design.
poem by Josh Alfred
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Twisted Hatchet Suicide
This Twisted Hatchet Killer
Is gonna make a 'Suicide' thriller
A (fd up) messes up life
She sliced her throat
With a knife
A twisted hatchet suicide
Players pushing all along
Hoping she'd choose
To be the one gone
So she left you a present
For you to feel some pain
All you see is her blood stains
Nothing left
Nothing remains
In this twisted hatchet suicide
You can always read this poem on line
I hope you're doing well
Because 'finally' I'm doing fine
I was a Twisted Hatchet 'Suicide'! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Teresa Duncan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Sick And Twisted World
The world I live in is Sick and Twisted,
The guy who is like my brother I love,
The guy who I have grown to love I've known so long.
The world I live in is Sick and Twisted,
To no path can I have him,
To no path do I want him.
The world I live in is Sick and Twisted,
As I walk though in a room there he is,
As I walk though that room I walk out.
The world I like in is Sick and Twisted,
On a dirty road I walk alone,
On a dirty road I walk with just a Shadow.
In a world so Sick and Twisted,
Its hard to know what I trust,
Its hard to know what is not fake.
This is a very Sick and Twisted World,
The world that is our's,
And the world we never help.
These is a very Sick and Twisted World,
And no one can give a danm,
And no one can help me out.
What a Sick and Twisted World,
This is.
poem by Andrea Szyhowski
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Rattled
Traveling wilburys
I get rattled every time we meet
I get rattled even in my sleep
I get rattled, baby, over you
I get twisted, I get turned around
I get twisted, and Im up then Im down
I get twisted, baby, over you
(chorus)
Well, baby, baby, baby wont you save one night for me
Baby, baby, baby is there something wrong with you
Baby, baby, baby this is out of my control
It may look like nothings wrong but deep down in my soul
Im twisted - shaken - rattled
I get rattled, baby, over you
(chorus)
I get shaken, Im torn up by the roots
Yeah, Im shakin, way down in my boots
I get rattled, baby, over you
I get rattled, baby, over you
Rattled, baby, over you
song performed by by Roy Orbison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
The Blind Love
The blind love
Beauty and love
Together resided
Heavenly resorts above
And were guided
By the spirits divine
Incited them to always align
Gamboled they hand in hand
Place like a fairy land
Happy like victorious prince
Jealous were the happiness thence
Love, importune for beauty
Forgetting her divine duty
Hovered over like a moth
On the lightened luminous path
Never would they go astray
Promised under the broad day
One night they were making love
The beauty saw shining moon above
The moon light was so sweet
Beauties praised it and too repeat
Love was jealous of beauty infidel
Could not bear the moon rival
Come at beauty with a hard blow
Plucked out love’s eyes glow
Since that day the love is blind
And the beauty does not mind
Love and beauty part the way
Since that day are at bay
poem by Akram Saqib
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Awesome Beauty
When the golden sunset
Sets over the amber hills
And when the moon shines bright
And all the world stands still
There is beauty, awesome beauty
God took the dust and formed a man
He paints each sunrise with His hand
He took all the love within His heart
And gave us beauty from the start
There's beauty, awesome beauty
When the storm clouds come
And thunder rolls
When skies are dark
And it hardens the soul
There's beauty, awesome beauty
God took all the love within His heart
And gave us beauty from the start
There's beauty, awesome beauty
Through every age
There is a call
To admire the creation
He gave us all
It is beauty, awesome beauty
See the beauty, hear the call
Enjoy the life He gave us all
God took the love in His heart
And gave us beauty from the start
There's beauty, awesome beauty
((May 17th,2000))
poem by Danny Speicher
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Poor Twisted Me
Oh poor twisted me
Oh poor twisted me
I feast on sympathy
I chew on suffer
I chew on agony
And swallow whole the pain
Oh it's too good to be
All this misery
Is just for oh poor twisted me
Poor twisted me
Poor mistreated me
Poor mistreated me
I drown without a sea
I'm filled with sorrow
Once filled with misery
And hated the deep dark blue
Such a burden to bear
Poor mistreated me
Finally reached the shore
Survival's gone
Now your feeling cold ever since he was born
Your pain is so over you
Finally reached the shore
Survival's gone
Now your feeling cold ever since he was born
Your pain is so over you
Could ya be my friend
Oh woe is me
Such a burden to be
Oh poor twisted me
song performed by by Metallica from Load
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
A Song of Daphne to the Lute
My Daphne's Haire is twisted Gold,
Bright starres a-piece her Eyes doe hold,
My Daphne's Brow inthrones the Graces,
My Daphne's Beauty staines all Faces,
On Daphne's Cheeke grow Rose and Cherry,
On Daphne's Lip a sweeter Berry,
Daphne's snowy Hand but touch'd does melt,
And then no heauenlier Warmth is felt,
My Daphne's voice tunes all the Spheres,
My Daphne's Musick charmes all Eares.
Fond am I thus to sing her prayse ;
These glories now are turn'd to Bayes.
Our Mat
It came from the prison this morning,
Close-twisted, neat-lettered, and flat;
It lies the hall doorway adorning,
A very good style of a mat.
Prison-made! how the spirit is moven
As we think of its story of dread --
What wiles of the wicked are woven
And spun in its intricate thread!
The letters are new, neat and nobby,
Suggesting a masterly hand --
Was it Sikes, who half-murdered the bobby,
That put the neat D on the "and"?
Some banker found guilty of laches --
It's always called laches, you know --
Had Holt any hand in those Hs?
Did Bertrand illumine that O?
That T has a look of the gallows,
That A's a triangle, I guess;
Was it one of the Mount Rennie fellows
Who twisted the strands of the S?
Was it made by some "highly connected",
Who is doing his spell "on his head",
Or some wretched woman detected
In stealing her children some bread?
Does it speak of a bitter repentance
For the crime that so easily came?
Of the wearisome length of the sentence,
Of the sin, and the sorrow, and shame?
A mat! I should call it a sermon
On sin, to all sinners addressed;
It would take a keen judge to determine
Whether writer or reader is best.
Though the doorway be hard as a pavestone,
I rather would use it than that --
I'd as soon wipe my boots on a gravestone,
As I would on that Darlinghurst mat!
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!