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An Umbrella

Saves you from the sun and the rain,
It also protects your skin from pain,
Your skin remains smooth and fine,
No rashes are there and no line,
Under it your body is safe and sound,
Seeing it your joy knows no bound,
But there is no cover on your soul,
You seem to be a man without a goal,
It's getting dirty day by day,
And one day it will meet its decay,
Tell me where is its umbrella?

poem by Mohammad Akmal Nazir
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Singular Indestructible Droid

Blood of my blood
Skin of my skin
A normal human being
Solder and wires
Circuitry
We're far from human beings

He's sick of his skin
It's time to trade it in
A galaxy of emotions
Your soul is what it costs
We walk the same path
No body could get in our way
Dangerously
We passionately never hesitate

Keep the soul
That's control
Now you put in the metal

Biological
Spiritual
Electrical
Digital
S.I.D.

Willing to make the change
Surrender the flesh and bones
Against the grain
Pushing beyond the limits of ourselves
This body is just a cage
You're dead and you're in a grave
We're losing our minds
That's just fine
Living forever

Bleed out my blood
Skin off my skin
Solder the wire
Transformation
Take my body and
Release me from this cage
You can't put a spirit in a grave

Singular Indestructible Droid

Bloody-human-robot

song performed by by Papa Roach from Lovehatetragedy
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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My Umbrella

With the gray clouds
Forming, I grab my umbrella
I have no idea
About how bad it will be
If it will be drizzing
Or if it will be pouring
Whatever the case maybe
I have my umbrella with me
Rain, sleet, snow, or shine
I know that I will be fine
That's how I feel
About our Lord
He's my umbrella
He is right above my head
He protects me
During anytime
Or kind of weather
So even if I get
A little wet
I know God will protect
He will handle it
For He's always with me
No matter how stormy
The weather
God will always make it
Better
Because we walk together

poem by Tameeka Smith
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Umbrella Man

When the sun just refuses to shine on through
And its cats and doggies all over you
You need some protection so what do you do
See the umbrella man
Go and see the umbrella man
When its raining - umbrella man, umbrella man
You can see him when its sunny, when the rain comes down
You ought to find a corner where hes always found
A reflection in a puddle, just turn around
To see the umbrella man
Go and see the umbrella man
When its raining - umbrella man, umbrella man
There are some things in life on which you can depend
Dont try to guess when itll rain again
You dont have to worry cause youve got a friend
Come see the umbrella man
I will be your umbrella man
When its raining - umbrella man
Go and see the umbrella man
Dont forget the umbrella man
When its raining - umbrella man
I will be your umbrella man, umbrella man

song performed by by Utopia
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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2econd Skin

Crawl me into your second skin
and teach me everything

(Second skin)

Through your eyes a voyeur
Through your veils of a visionaire
talk to me about those things
no other soul would care.

(Second skin)

Outcast all the colours that I still have
Camouflage me so I can fall and stand
somewhere between an underrated angel
and all those citizens marked with X-sex.

(Second skin)

Tissue apart and right to the heart
teach me the wonders of your moral blade
so I can stand still when you have to kill
all that was yours before and now has to fade away

Draw me the fine line between religion and crime
You are one more son of a God you can never be wrong
but aren't we all?

As we sit and wait
for the serpent to bite our very own tale
(As I sit and wait
for the serpent to bite my very own tale)

(Second skin)

song performed by by Moonspell from Sin/Pecado
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Explorations: XXXI

Skin morphs into
A vulnerable leaf
In the face of passion
And paralyzing fever

Skin feels a textured
Piece of unique art
Tempting one to touch
When just bathed

There's no difference
Between the landscape
And the skin when
Both are fresh

Skin,
Potent communicator
Of the subtle body language
Ah, the skin!

The treasure
Skin hides like
The deep ocean blue
What's skin deep?

poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Be You Bold brothers

Be you bold brothers
You of the dark black skin
Be you bold brother
You of the blue black skin
Be you bold brother
You of the high yellow skin
Be you bounteous bound to be a black brother
You of the dirty red skin.

poem by David E. Patton
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White Skin Black Heart

Yeah, whatcha gonna do now, now that you started?
Whatcha gonna do now, now that its done?
The words got out there, they float around and are coming right back down.
You gonna leave us lying here
Dealing with the consequences of a bad sound
Of a bad sound.
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
Whatcha gonna do now, that its spoken?
These words of a habit, have not faded away.
.................... it clear, conscious gets opened like a wound.
If you cant concieve a better line and better times,
Then let silence bury you, in the end.
When you feel it, when you feel it
Youre condemned.
You see, youve lost your strangle on the freedom road! you
Think ........................of something a long time ago! you
[spewed it out you were so] insecure! it was like ............. on
The toilet floor! youre a [nine seat] drunk, ............... and
You say you want something, .......... you heard the rednecks
Roaring for blood and then they wanted more! life was so small, you
Couldnt get enough. you made a start.
White skin black heart
Dripping,
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
Drag your eyes from [aurora] black heart!
White skin black heart
Drag your leg, get outta here [my sight]!
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
White skin black heart
You didnt have to start
White skin black heart
White skin black heart

song performed by by Midnight Oil
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Boots...

the boots of modern America,
are made of black skin, Native American skin,
poor white trash skin, migrant worker skin,
unemployed skin, homeless skin,
prisoner poverty street skin....
who will they walk on next?

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Nightingale Dropping

born to be a star, champion to any race, cloth to
fine victory, as the bastion of strength rise into the
sparkling sky, where the highest goal is to fly

the rain pours my hand and body giggling the narrow
of the eye i see, where the trembling skin touches
my whether skin, waiting the cooled heart bits to
end

the mastery of the moon cover the shadow of the
night clouds, moving to hide in the confetti’s of wind
that crumple the chime of a wishing bell as it echo in
a distance heart apart

come journey with me, travel and ride in my winged
song of praise, for know not the blind can see; but
an eye that tell of the beauty of a nightingale melody,
for the harmony of the harp witness the soul
immortality

turn me not and lead me to go, the air that breathe is
no where to sink, as the sky fall into the ground
and kiss the blissfulness of each passing hour has
something to play; nay! let the rise come in a
sweeping death of a returning scent of home

let the young flesh move for a while, like a seagull
of wings nestle in the surfing wave to stay, wonder
as it kites in the nightingale night it flies.......

poem by Antonio Liao
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A Healthy Body Means A Healthy Mind

Everybody wants
A healthy body
A compassionate heart
A fine smooth mind
A skin that glows
Hairs that are soft
And freely flow
As smooth as silk
As soft as a cloud
The one who has them
Makes him feel proud
To have a body like this
One does not have to do
Anything special
Has to develop
The habit of excercise
Do not eat food
That is junk and greasy
Respect and preserve
The gift god has given to you
Take Care of your body
The body shall keep you
And your heart happy
Throughout your life
Disease
Shall not come
Near you
Love your body
It shall love you
Never forget
A healthy body means
A healthy mind

poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Just For A Moment

I want to come home and find you sleeping
Slipping under the cover
Feeling the cool cotton sheets on my skin
I hear your breathing
Then you notice my presence
Just for a moment

Molding my body to your back
Carefully not to disturb you
Skin on skin - your skin on my skin
Your warmth is invading my senses
My hand trailing lightly along your arm
Just for a moment

Setting my heart by your heartbeat
You are the one I come home to
My fingers slightly brushing the hair on your thigh
Resting on your hip
I kiss your shoulder Good Night
Just for a moment

Turning around
I feel your movement
Now you - molding your body against mine
Skin on skin
Your hand trailing lightly along my arm
Just for a moment

Intoxicated by your touch I feel you
We awake together
Letting go of our weariness
Collide, struggle, unfold, explode, release
Breathe, laugh, wind down
Until we fall to sleep - holding each other
Just for a moment

© 2011

poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Sonnet: Beauty

The flesh gets beauty, when draped by its skin;
The soul loses beauty, when filled by sin;
The beauty of things is seen when revealed;
The beauty of unseen things is concealed.

Woman! Thy beauty is in concealment;
Nature, thy beauty is the Firmament;
O Man! Thy beauty is by revealing;
Heart, Thy beauty is in deep feeling.

The Grace of God is the dress of the soul!
The Stars, Sun and Moon- the dress of the ‘bowl’! ’
Just as how skin protects the body’s flesh,
Good deeds make a soul beautiful and fresh.

Doing good in life is most important;
Avoiding harm is more significant.

3-1-2000

poem by John Celes
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My skin is screaming

My skin is screaming.
Screaming loud and clear.
My body and mind now joins the screams.
Needing and wanting the pain.

Needing the pain so I can feel.
Wanting the pain to drive out the inner pain.
so without a second thought I cut and cut again.

The scars lokk a mess.
But the scars, they telll a story.
They tell the story of a life with no glory.
The life filled with missery.

This is why skin screams.
Just to cut out the memories and the hell.
Of past events.
My skin mind and body needs the pain

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Umbrella

The sheets were still warm
from her last fleeting kiss,
Redolent of the perfume she wore.
Surely the memories of nights such as this
are what our existence is for.
They had met on the train
which was not at all strange;
they had noticed each other before.
That he shared his umbrella
and later, his bed
was a gift of the evening's hard rain.
Her skin was sun kissed
and she had bee stung lips.
Her eyes, a mischievous green.
True, she had an umbrella,
but why tell the fellow
she happened to meet on the train.
Let him think he had conquered,
It was she who had stooped.
Perhaps she would see him again.
She had left him asleep,
slipping out like a thief from
a night filled with Love and Champagne.
She did not regret
letting herself get wet.
as it led him to act as her swain.
He'd been tender and sweet
and his taste was a treat
once they'd come in from the rain.

poem by John F. McCullagh
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The hot hot sun

The hot hot sun
bakes
my skin skin skin
irksome infants
make
a din din din
could get under
my skin skin skin.
No
take a breath
a deep belly breath
let your diaphragm do the work
vorsprung durch inhallation
the oxygen bubbles into my blood
the heat touches my
bones
my mind absorbs those mutual benefits
slows, calms, immersed a gentle euphoria
and the warmth of the breeze embraces
I feel the joy joy joy
of the sun sun sun
on my skin skin skin
on this hot hot day!

poem by Robin Pratt
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Mandolin

Oh Mandolin, oh mandolin
Waiting in the dark
Centuries passed down upon
Your smooth Venetian skin
Memories oh memories
Lay stains upon your heart
When lovers dance into the trance
You weaved by candlelight
Oh I saw a sunrise like never before
As mandolin played I cried for more.
Oh Mandolin, oh mandolin
Waiting in the dark
Centuries passed down upon
Your smooth Venetian skin
Incessant sound, incessant sound
That stirs the young and pure
Incestuous I kiss my hand
And play the calling drum.
The lover cried into the silk
Many years ago
Your voice laid comfort down upon
His European skin.
Oh I saw a sunrise like never before
As mandolin played I cried for more.
Oh I saw a sunrise like never before
As mandolin played I cried for more.
Oh I saw a runrise likenever before
As mandolin played I cried for more
Oh Mandolin, oh mandolin
Waiting in the dark
Centuries passed down upon
Your smooth Venetian skin.

song performed by by Spandau Ballet
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Silence Is Golden

If I am silent
I am not real
If I speak up then
No one will hear
If I wear a mask there's
Somewhere to hide

Silence is golden
I have been broken
Safe in my own skin
So nobody wins

If I raise my voice
Will someone get hurt?
If I can feel it
But I can't get touched
If no truce was spoken
Then don't ask me why

Silence is golden
I have been broken
Safe in my own skin
So nobody wins

Won't someone listen
I have been broken
Safe in my own skin
So nobody wins

Did you hear me speak
Do you understand
Did you hear my voice
Did you take my hand
Did you understand me

Won't someone listen?
I have been broken
My body's a temple
But nothing is simple

Won't someone listen?
Something was stolen
Silence is golden
So nobody listen

Won't someone listen?
I have been broken
My body's a temple
But nothing is simple

Won't someone listen?
I have been broken
My body's a temple
But nothing is simple

Won't someone listen?
I have been broken
The silence is golden
I'm safe in my own skin

Won't someone listen?
I have been broken
My body's a temple
But nothing is simple

song performed by by Garbage
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Skin

Have you ever thought about the skin,
And how the only thing keeping from one being slipping into another,
Being consumed by, and consuming them completely, is skin?

Have you ever felt someones skin against yours,
So close to being one entity,
Yet restricted by skin.

Such a small thing,
They keeps us from being entirely one,
An organ that keeps our organs separate, apart.

It's depressing in a way,
That two people can become so close they feel each other melding together,
Yet the skin remains a boundary between one and the other.

Maybe that's what happens when we die,
The last barrier removed from the equation,
Allowing us to finally unite with our other half, complete and entirely, together.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Beneath The Skin

Beneath the Skin a caustic red river
Beneath the Skin corrosive abuser
Beneath the Skin genetic in rupture
Beneath the Skin all cold and hungered
Beneath the Skin a still born forgiveness
Beneath the Skin cell transfer in whispers
Beneath the Skin a lover cries murder
Beneath the Skin all cold and hungered
Beneath the Skin i wasted this moment
Beneath the Skin old undiscovered
Beneath the Skin another lies ruptured
Beneath the Skin all cold and hungered

song performed by by Queen Adreena
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Skin Hair

Skin Hair…

Where else does the earth rise?

settle down with a fall,

cover with strand...

after other strand,

of hair curl,

loom adversely,

along the length,

along the breadth....

of a man, woman

where it is delicate, where it is private...

pronounced an' concealed.

on the face above the eyes,

like a brush of feathers,

above the lip,

a moustache…

eloquently trim,

tweezed eye browses,

hair flock grace the neck,

onto the back.

Along the shin,

Along the skin,

Smooth touch rendered,

Chill rising the hair follicles,

Desire burn,

In the shower wet with soap,

Silk fiber strand,

Run through fingers of a lover,

Relishing the sensations erect,

Tiny hair, almost as fur…

Souring along the back,

Trough upon the skin,

Collect scent of a love scene.

The skin here dark,

Chocolate born,

Wind caress these, both hair an' skin

Creature so supreme,

Conquer all but this, delicate

Feather brush of skin against skin,

Hair rise here thin,

Space of a love gaze seen,

Hair on skin….

poem by Merlin Mwaura
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