Inner Monologues
anima blanca
unwritten dust
who is trying to run away from you
drawning you deep within a lake
you rise within a square room space
of a broken conscious mind
you knock you knocked
you warn you warned
the stone a threshold
does not hear your voice
anima blanca
unwritten dust
there's too much knowledge
too little trust
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Madre Dolcissima
Niente di nuovo
tranne l'affitto per me
che mi ritrovo
e mi riperdo perch
non ho pi un Dio non ho
e ho perso l'anima
vago nel vento
vado per!
Niente di nuovo
tranne l'affitto per me
che ci riprovo
e non capisco cos'
ti amo perch ne ho bisogno
non perch ho bisogno di te
io vago nel vento
vado per!
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Niente di nuovo man
tranne l'affitto per me
e non per caso che
vengo in ginocchio da te
madre dolcissima
carezzami la testa
che vado nel vento
vago per!
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Jesus is breaking
Jesus is breaking
Jesus is breaking
Jesus is breaking
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Mama salvami l'anima
Hey Mama salvami l'anima
song performed by by Zucchero
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Unwritten Words
There is so many things I need to say,
There is this unwritten words that I can not understand,
Who is this girl who had become the girl she is not,
What is this unwritten words say,
How do I know if this was meant to be,
How can I understand something that wasn’t meant to be read,
Unwritten words that shall not say,
Unwritten words that shall not be read,
What is this,
What am I doing,
Why can’t I just read the unwritten words that are meant to be said by me,
Why am I out of place,
What does it mean,
Why am I confused about this unwritten words,
These words that can not be read,
These feelings can not be controlled,
Please tell me what this unwritten words say.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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To The Unwritten
To all the souls that are yet unwritten.
Keep the path of joy and love may it not be broken.
So much to learn and delight be felt.
Take heed my freinds so many experiences to be dealt.
At times it will be hard to pull,
through all the hurt, and pain befall.
Struggle through this unwritten spell,
with a song in your heart and so much care.
Give freely to you soul and earthly mates,
right on through to the pearly gates.
Your lifes path is yet unwritten.
So make it grand and spread joy and love to all of mankind.
poem by Michael McParland
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Unwritten love
Heavenly music choral,
Floral
In my soul
Waking
Memories start to roll.
A film of life.
Dancing in the kitchen
With my mother on Christmas Eve.
Feelings like no other.
Unwritten love will weave.
Poetry
That unwritten music
Narrates.
While golden caresses
Wait at the gates.
Earthly tears then dissipate
To send rain for our thirst
Emotion's buds dispersed.
Beautiful music
Unwritten love
Heaven's lights kiss clouds above.
Then sun on our face
Pleasing to the eye.
Unwritten love
Drifts
Across an open sky.
Poetry unwritten music to our ears
A life of rhyme to wipe away the tears.
And though memories mime
We scribe our souvenirs.
Unwritten love
Sweet music from above.
Plays in our soul.
Like morning star
On Heaven's scroll.
poem by Kevin East
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Unwritten Soul
Unwritten soul
Is my kind of man
Or is he a woman
Unwritten will never tell
When i'm feeling down
Unable to stop the frown
I think of unwritten
And the smiles
The soul gave to me
I'm your friend
I'm your brother
I will always respect you
For the smiles
And the poetry
You gave to me
I send this
With my love my friend
To thank you for the smile
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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You Have Not Knocked
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
When I had been in double struggles,
You have not knocked.
Or when I had been on my knees,
You have not knocked.
And when I felt grumpy and crunchy,
You have not knocked.
Or when I've asked you to leave me,
You have not knocked.
You know I can get really moody,
But, you have not knocked.
And carry drama to extremes,
No, you have not knocked.
You've stuck with me when I've been stinky,
And, you have not knocked.
To me you are my 'everything',
And I love you a lot.
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
Whenever I've been down and dumpy,
You have not knocked.
Or when I've picked my wounds to bleed so,
You have not knocked.
And when I pout with rudeness rooted,
You have not knocked.
Or when I whined consistently,
No, you have not knocked.
You know I can get really moody,
But, you have not knocked.
And carry drama to extremes,
But, you have not knocked.
You've stuck with me when I've been stinky,
And, you have not knocked.
To me you are my 'everything',
Because of patience you've got.
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
You've never not...
Come to knock.
Come to knock,
At my door...
With words 'I told you so! '
And...
In my heart you are adored.
That's what I need to show you more.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My loves sonnet
My loves sonnet
~
My love is an unwritten sonnet
an ode to the greatest beauty
which sparks the soul into a song
and the heart a merry dance
which brings to life many a dream
such joy I now find in me
happy my soul thanks to love
that the world should hear
and share in such sweetness
the rich melody of this sonnet
still remains unwritten
but this love, such love
inspires all creation to thought
how can such beauty
be captured in words alone
to eternity I look and beyond
to read my unwritten love
is to live and watch over it
poem by Matthew Holloway
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I Ride my Elevator Alone
I ride my elevator alone. What an awkward silence it is to be alone.
I alone, with my soul and thoughts.
I alone, in the misty dust.
Second floor, third floor, and back to the beginning.
I ride my elevator alone, but then God steps in.
There in an awkward silence.
Silence.
Pure remorse.
All in the emptiness and the calamity of my own soul.
Alone, in the emptiness of my heart.
Alone, he looks; alone he stares, alone he wonders, and really cares.
Third floor, second, fifth, sixth, and seventh.
Alone.
Alone.
In the vast destruction of a holly oath.
It stops.
I am alone.
Truly, I ride alone, but the sound persists.
I can hear the silent voice of sin.
It incites me, it will not desist.
Alone?
My silence, despair, agony, and regret. I am sorry we are all alone.
poem by Blanca Rocha
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Los abrazos rotos
Penélope Cruz, Lluís Homar, Blanca Portillo, José Luis Gómez, Tamar Novas
from Broken Embraces (2009)
Submitted by Alexandru Uvra
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From Dust To Dust
A recycling comes,
To be lived as given to everyone.
From dust to dust.
In God we trust.
A recycling comes,
To be lived as given to everyone.
From dust to dust.
In God we trust.
To leech with a feeding.
And to feed from that which has been leeched.
A recycling comes,
To be lived as given to everyone.
From dust to dust.
In God we trust.
And to feed from that which has been leeched.
Until that leeching fed is done.
By you...
And me!
And...
Everyone.
Leechers!
Creatures!
And thieves under the Sun.
We be sighted to be unseen,
To hush when that moment comes.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The unwritten is also there
a blank paper
limitless as space
to fill the knowledge
here and beyond
and words of God
here, the learned plot
the stars, moon and universe
day and night
to the untutored
the blank paper might
as well be carrying space
limitless, enthralling
yet not fathomable
reachable
the blank page
catches the
essence of the mind
the written is there
the unwritten also there
if you could read
between the lines
if you could sense
the universal mind
the waves at sea
afford only a little view
of the power of the wind
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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I and You
I am the air that embraces the feathers of your wings
When I sleep at night you bring me dreams
I am the first rays bursting forth on a cloudy day
You are the open ocean's windy white spray
I am the cold distance between every star
You are my fiery heat I feel from afar
I am the glazen white light from the dust of the moon
You're looking back and saying, 'Come catch me real soon.'
I am the glisten as light shines through the rain
You are the Magi whose hands heal all my pain
I am the father before there was time
You are the mother as eternity unwinds
They say it is written in stone on the walls
I say it is unwritten that tells to me all
poem by Midnights Voice
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A Wonderful World
Lo sai fratello siamo nella merda
a proposito come ti va?
E quei bambini giocano all guerra
dov questo wonderful world?
Non ho pi voglia di avere voglia
tutto questo troppo anzi di pi
e tu che aspetti sempre sulla soglia
dov questo wonderful world?
Vado via domani
e non torno pi
prima che io salti
faccio un salto nell blu:
Sali, anima in depression
come in, come sei messo?
Ci sono giorni dove sono in vena
hey baby propio come mi vuoi
In altri striscio tiro la catena
dov questo wonderful world?
E mi scappa da vivere
e non ci sto pi ma prima
che io salti faccio un salto nel blu
Un grande salto nel blu!
Sali, anima in depression
come in, senti che vibration
sali, anima in depression
sulle ali sentirai che vibration
oh no no no un grande salto nel blu
oh no no no lultimo salto nel blu
song performed by by Zucchero
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Unwritten Christmas (feat. Sum 41)
(Unwritten Law]
Remember when, I was ten,
lookin forward to Christmas again,
everything, I enjoy,
like the family Christmas tree and the toys,
and Id wake up early morning
while mom and dad still snored in bed,
so I crept, down the steps,
couldnt wait to see what Santa had left now
[Chorus]
I could not wait for Christmas day,
wait for Christmas day now
[Unwritten Law]
Don't want to wait, gettin late,
march up stairs to give my parents a shake,
get out of bed, sleepy heads,
Christmas doesn't start till you are awake,
as we gather around the tree
I open everything they gave to me,
so I stay, end up late,
why cant it be Christmas everyday now
[Chorus]
I could not wait for Christmas day,
wait for Christmas day now,
but I, but I, will have to wait for Christmas,
I will hafta wait for Christmas,
I will always wait for Christmas day
[Sum 41]
Now wake up Christmas morning, guess what I saw,
it's Unwritten Law and Sum 41 rock it raw,
with the message for kids sayin they should be nice
not naughty cuz, Santa knows karate, he's on the cross Vader,
hip hop hoorayder , got wade on the beats,
like AC Slater, if you good like Wally,
or bad like the Beev, only Santa know the score
come Christmas eve
[Chorus]submitting the lyrics.
Unwritten Law - Unwritten Christmas (
But I, but I will have to wait for Christmas,
I will have to wait for Christmas,
I will always wait for Christmas
day now yeah, I could not wait for Christmas day
song performed by by Unwritten Law
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What Are We?
WHAT ARE WE?
What are we?
Dust of the earth
Dust of the stars
Thinking dust
Dreaming dust
Loving dust
Dust of Dust
God’s Dust
What are we?
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Unwritten
I have also had my
Poems unwritten.
Like a friend whom
So much I admire.
Had in her
A burning desire.
A love unforseen
For many yet
unseen.
Now my friend
Had her poems
written.
But still I know
more
Her thoughts
Are yet unwritten.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Dont Interrupt The Sorrow
Dont interrupt the sorrow
Darn right
In flames our prophet witches
Be polite
A room full of glasses
He says your notches liberation doll
And he chains me with that serpent
To that ethiopian wall
Anima rising
Queen of queens
Wash my guilt of eden
Wash and balance me
Anima rising
Uprising in me tonight
Shes a vengeful little goddess
With an ancient crown to fight
Truth goes up in vapors
The steeples lean
Winds of change patriarchs
Snug in your Bible belt dreams
God goes up the chimney
Like childhood santa claus
The good slaves love the good book
A rebel loves a cause
Im leaving on the 1:15
Youre darn right
Since I was seventeen
Ive had no one over me
He says anima rising-
So what-
Petrified wood process
Tall timber down to rock!
Dont interrupt the sorrow
Darn right
He says we walked on the moon
You be polite.
Dont let up the sorrow
Death and birth and death and birth
He says bring that bottle kindly
And Ill pad your purse-
Ive got a head full of quandary
And a mighty, mighty, thirst.
Seventeen glasses
Rhine wine
Milk of the madonna
Clandestine
He dont let up the sorrow
He lies and he cheats
It takes a heart like marys these days
When your man gets weak
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Unwritten Books
It always seems the same old story –
No matter what grand heights are won –
We die with out best work unwritten,
We die with out best work undone.
Unwritten books, unpainted pictures
In millions are, beneath the sun.
We die, with our great thoughts unpublished,
We die with our best work undone.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Love Inspired Harmonic
unwritten souls
kind generous wise
in fleet sight soul
passage age without years
imprint innocent ideals
love inspired harmonic
key notes cipher writ
in divine symphony spheres
Dedicated to Unwritten Souls and Spectrums of Light
poem by Terence George Craddock
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i see you rise from the ashes
to become a star
up there in the skies
you glitter
in the deep black night
you are glorious in your light
the distance between us
this separation
stone am i in this garden
star you are to the heavens
there is only silence
and up there you do not see me
you do not even remember perhaps
the significance of any stone
or dust
you were once just a dust
on a leaf
you once were but a patch of me
oh, i watch you tonight
oh, you glorious star in the heavens
you have been given a place with the gods and goddesses
but in a sense
i do not envy you
in truth i may have missed you
and i may have followed you
the ways and means that i have taught you
how to be a star how to be a shining glory
but i didn't
i like it here
i love it here in this little garden of earth
where i am but a stone
for these little ants where they are building a home
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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