His Prison
His mouth grabbed his wrists,
Without warning the boy enclosed
The area and spun a web of silence,
You warned him not to obey himself.
Staring at his sleeves the wind took
Control and the boy’s blood failed
To foresee the future risks.
The man twitched and switched,
The blade ran to the ground after turmoil
Had erupted, ribs were broken.
He sent the boy sprawling
And one eye was swollen,
This fight had lasted, everlasting light
Occurred to the boy’s laughter.
Mighty prison was the grave in thought,
Prisons were never worse in the end.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I Want A Warning
History is made, not repeated
And you hide behind words that make you feel needed
And what you read in those books made you so conceited
So in order for love to be true
My dreams will have to
Become my only rules
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
I see through all your promises and warnings
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
I see through all your promises and warnings
Wake me up on into a world outdated
And the older you get the more you seem jaded
As you search for the quotes to make it seem complicated
So in order for love to be true
Even my nightmares
Become my only rules
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
I see through all your promises and warnings
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
But I've seen through
Every promise is a warning
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
I see through all your promises and warnings
I want a warning
I want a warning
I want something more than a warning
I've been warned about you
I've seen through
For a promise of a warning
song performed by by Idlewild
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The Magic
The magic had failed just then,
Training a hand to a weapon;
The cocked weapon was itself,
The magical weapon was itself.
He needed to obey the weapon,
You dress and bind your wrists,
But the sword snaps in them,
Falling apart and then the magic enters!
A place for your hands has no choice,
What are you now that magic appeared?
There is no escape, no where to provide
And foresee to exact the retribution.
The person also ordered his chest
To expand and release the lungs,
For his magical tricks could foresee
Why he was a magician.
poem by Naveed Akram
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A Wind Of Silence Is A Wind Of Violence
The wind of silence has become a wind of violence
Guns for war, guns for ones own protection
For some satisfaction, for others lack of affection
Children playing Russian roulette with their feet
Its not even safe anymore walking in the streets
The wind of silence is a wind of violence
Our future will be a reflection
Of our own segregation of the old generation
Lonely hearts lost in desperation
Not one or two, but a whole civilization
The wind of silence has become a wind of violence
The present, the future or the past. What would you choose?
Or shall I say: What have we to lose?
If we want our children to be happy and proud,
Then we have to shout and shout out loud:
Mouth to mouth, throw the dice
But hurry and don't think twice
It's only your voice you have to sacrifice
There is a wind of violence
Let's blow away the wind of silence
poem by Elisabeth Karlberg
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2008: I've Got News For You
Words describing the
Sharp silents sounds
Of a single edged razor blade
Slicing through wrist and vein - -
Blank verse summoning sights
Of dark red blood pumping
Into a clutterd sink - -
Is not poetry.
Expaining the blood stains
While cleaning up the mess
With bandaged wrists the next day - -
Is not poetry.
It may be cofessional.
It may diffuse a fire
That was buring out of control.
If anywhere it goes in your diary.
Don't fling your bloody wrists at me
By making up a metaphor.
Until I see the scars,
It is not poetry.
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Bed Of The DeaD
Six sides to the story, one not for me to tell - In the begining was not the begining as was the end not the middle, explained for your mind to believe, what is clever is that you are deceived - Dust in your mouth and dust in your eyes, there is no seconds when death dies your ties - One rope to repair your hope in the lessor of a chair, the bullet which paints your portrait against the wall, the blood which dries around your wrists with the rust which flakes on the blade of the knife, all in one is that you are gone - You want the world to remember your pain, when you are the one who seek to forget, that which switched your story to the end - death does not seek friends, nor the intention to peace your soul when you are in the bed of the dead
poem by Unic Cjonr
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The Night Carrying Hundred Hills (popular poetry)
In the fight of love
Broken all the bangles
In my hands
I remain sleepless
Under the cover
Through out the cold night
I remain excited
Flat motionless
By the weight of the flash back
Your face
Haunting like a ghost
Quake
Felt in the chest
Breaking the ribs
The night is carrying hundred hills.
Emotions
Kicking inside
Strangulating breath
The dyke is broken, flood in the cheeks
Indifference
Brightest burning candle
In the jet black time
The cruellest moment
Silence refuses to listen
Solitude taunts my orphan emotions
Wind stops to blow
The only hey of hope
I hold tight the wet pillow
‘Whom do you love? '
Two angels come and ask
In the grave
The sun brings bright light
In the morning
As I shout your name
poem by Abdul Wahab
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The Heart of the Warrior
With vision trapped in honey and ashes in the mouth
Journey's always end, pointing artic south
Beginning with a footstep made on unsure ground
It only took a mile to find our two feet bound
Resistance, such a weapon, is a warriors' excuse
Bit it shall be worn down and made of little use
The windows to the soul, they drip honey from their wells
And ashes is the mouth, testify the journey's failed
The spirit battered is a cloud begging imagination to mold
Though we failed the mission, we must fight against the cold
With hands that shake and shiver, from the freeze, from the pain
Faces devoid of color, and live now all but drained
Where is the mighty zeal that begat the warrior way?
I tell you it is somewhere, lost amongst the fray
The generals of industry know the soldiers' fortune can't endure,
If they are made to fight another cowards war
And we were like the wolves whose honey eyes are honey soaked
The ashes in out mouth shall tie the noose form freedoms rope
On the ground in front of us I see blood form wounded knees
But there shall be no master to hear our calls for peace
The consequence of determination was the ax that felled the tree
Still it was just a fall better days await both you and me
The journey and the night have been long, and the wounds run deep
But the fight is far from over, we must sustain another week
Life is but a journey that starts within the mind
The battlefield is calling we must stand the test of time
The fallen warrior knows that the last measure was his heart
And there is where the journey ends, and where the journey starts.
poem by Derrick Puente
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Yves Tanguy
The worlds are breaking in my head
Blown by the brainless wind
That comes from afar
Swollen with dusk and dust
And hysterical rain
The fading cries of the light
Awaken the endless desert
Engrossed in its tropical slumber
Enclosed by the dead grey oceans
Enclasped by the arms of the night
The worlds are breaking in my head
Their fragments are crumbs of despair
The food of the solitary damned
Who await the gross tumult of turbulent
Days bringing change without end.
The worlds are breaking in my head
The fuming future sleeps no more
For their seeds are beginning to grow
To creep and to cry midst the
Rocks of the deserts to come
Planetary seed
Sown by the grotesque wind
Whose head is so swollen with rumours
Whose hands are so urgent with tumours
Whose feet are so deep in the sand.
poem by David Gascoyne
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No Escape
I try to brath but when i try i choke
my ribs are in pain cuz they are broken
as my eyes change color to fit my mood
a dark black they turn a tint of red
lingers through
my body temperatur rises
and i wake up in cold sweat
this pain i feel is hurtiung me
baby why cant you see
look at me and explain
everything else is so messed up now
i only have myself to blame
i know i am a monster
and i know i am mean
but i have 2 hearts
they pump slowly but atleast are alive
they have been through so much
i dont think they will survive
i try to talk but no sound comes out
whats wrong with me?
cant talk and i cant breath
i wish my wrists were bleeding
then i wouldnt care cause maybe the pain
inside would be gone for a while
the blade against my soft wrists
sinking in deeper as i slide it across
this is the thing i crave so much
to see my blood drip and to
see this blow
i hate that you dont know how i feel
cuz your looking past me
not at me
so im invisable to you
the one who made me stay alive
the one who wanted me to live this life
my hearts are hurting
the pains in my eyes
i wish i could cry again
i got my happy ending but payed the price
a little twist of darkness
im stuck in a nightmare
a used to be dream
will things go back to normal
or will they stay the same?
poem by Sandy Vanity
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Buddha Thoughts (Hands On The Clock)
the old woman
shot and killed
the boy that broke in
and tried to rob her...
she sat staring into space
while the policemen
did their job...
suddenly she began to weep...
they tried to comfort her,
but she just wept harder.
they told her it was over,
that she was all right.
she finally spoke in a broken voice:
'i was thinking about my son...'
'where is he? we'll get him
for you, bring him to you...'
'he's in prison... he got messed up
on pills... ran out, and robbed a store...
he killed the woman behind the counter.'
frozen in deathlike silence,
one by one, they looked down.
they loaded the body into the wagon,
her old cat ran from the porch...
an empty swing hung from a gnarled old tree...
a small trail of blood,
and there was no wind!
her old Bible unopened...
the hands on the clock kept crawling.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Invaders!
I heard a kind of whirring noise
Outside the house today!
A spaceship landed! Oh, what joys!
I said, 'Oi, go away!
You can't park there, it's private land!
We've paid the mortgage, too...
And that's where our extension's planned,
So clear off, why don't you! ? '
The Captain marched straight up to me
And grabbed me by the throat!
The cheeky swine! No courtesy!
He even tore my coat...
He pulled the sleeves off one-by-one!
Then threw them on the ground!
His crewmates laughed and thought it fun,
As I stood still and frowned!
'How dare you, sir! ' I told him straight!
But he gave no regard...
In fact, he stared at me with hate,
Right there in our backyard!
He zapped our rooftop aerial
And laughed right in my face!
'You've gone too far, you stupid fool...
Go on, go back to space! '
He tweeked my nose! He kissed my lips!
He even messed my hair!
And then he poked me in the ribs!
That's something I can't bear!
'Just you wait here! You alien! '
And then I went inside...
My Mother-In-Law came out and then
They shrieked and ran to hide!
She chased them here, she chased them there!
Two frying pans went BLAM!
The spaceship soon flew in the air
When she told them to scram!
She sewed my sleeves back on once more,
So my coat looked brand new!
Guys, without my Mother-In-Law,
I don't know what I'd do...
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2012.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Yee Bow
They got me into the Sunday-school
In Spoon River
And tried to get me to drop Confucius for Jesus.
I could have been no worse off
If I had tried to get them to drop Jesus for Confucius.
For, without any warning, as if it were a prank,
And sneaking up behind me, Harry Wiley,
The minister's son, caved my ribs into my lungs,
With a blow of his fist.
Now I shall never sleep with my ancestors in Pekin,
And no children shall worship at my grave.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Piss In My Mouth
criminal sitting on buses
who follow me home bound
make me a broken sick clown
has there been a crime against
me and my mouth
but with mind control
you can't see or fight back
you sit with piss just in your mouth
and women of all colors and crusades
who would believe they do theses things
surly only the very sick
now today i sit
with my arm crossed over
and hell bound with my Utah real pain
ready to be home ward bound
bland to the world of my own
mouth rape i am in piss
with no will and control
over my mouth
of being a toilet
poem by Verlecia fields
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Burning Scars
I can not paint, the saint to colors - In the skies of the butterflies - I am lost in a field, i am standing in corn - I feed my blood to the spoils on the battleground, i am dead to the unborn - I see silver in the moon, i am black to her back - I lookout of my window, i am in lifes prison without bars - My arms are bound, my wrists are bleeding. although my wounds are healed, i am burning with scars - My world on fire in the tornado of rain, my turmoil of thunder is the depth of my pain
poem by Unic Cjonr
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For My Dream (song)
A sea of grass I haven't seen
is swaying and rustling in silver
The scenery at the boundary near dreams and consciousness
(CHORUS)
Is it in order to meet you?
Or is it for the eyes of someone I haven't seen yet?
I'll continue, dividing the wind
For my dream…..
The alarm clock will ring soon, right?
But what lies ahead might still be a dream
No matter where you are, your important things don't change, you know
(Sittin' in the silence...everlasting night breeze...)
Even though I wake up, I'm sure I'll still be here
(Sittin' in the silence...everlasting night breeze...)
I think that might be what they call courage
Sittin' in the silence...everlasting night breeze...
(I believe...I deceive...I relieve...)
Sittin' in the silence...In my...
Sittin' in the silence...everlasting night breeze
(I believe... I deceive... I relieve...)
It's just too dark to see......
Sittin' in the silence...In my...
I threw away the piece of my heart because I didn't want to cry
Now it chases me and I can't breathe
And the reality I clung to withers and falls apart, piece by piece
Right now, I just can't see very well......
Sittin' in the silence...everlasting night breeze...
Everlasting night breeze…
Sittin' in the silence...everlasting night breeze...
It's because whether it's reality or a dream, it will just confuse you
Everlasting night breeze..
Sittin' in the silence...
There are bends in the road at the top of the hill, but I want to go further
Beyond the scenery that exists only in music
It's just too dark to see...
In the continuing dream, there's another dream
Like a maze with seven colors
For the sake of finding a song on a reed pipe without scales
Even if it's too wide and my eyes become tired
Even if I sing too much and my throat becomes dry
With that sea of grass I haven't seen, I'll...
Even if you disappear...
It's just too dark to see...
Sittin' in the silence...
Sittin' in the silence...
Sittin' in the silence... Everlasting night breeze...
Sittin' in the silence...
For my dream
Sittin' in the silence... Everlasting night breeze...
It's just too dark to see...
Sittin' in the silence...
FOR MY DREAM~!
(CHORUS) (X2) ~!
im sittin in my silence!
poem by Annie Tuck
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Everlasting Arms
Lord hold me
In your everlasting arms
Enfold me
In your everlasting arms
Let striving cease
That I may come to rest
In perfect peace
Renewed and truly blessed
Lord bathe me
In your everlasting light
Lord raise me
In your everlasting light
Awake my mind
That I may understand
And come to find
The truth of who I am
Above the silvery bay
A bird rose on the breeze
Then swooped as if to say
You too may fly away
With ease
Lord lift me
In your everlasting love
Home swiftly
In your everlasting love
Ill go to where
A temple stands upon a hill
In silence there
Ill wait upon your will
Lord lift me
In your everlasting arms
In your everlasting arms
song performed by by Waterboys
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Everlasting Arms
Lord hold me
In your everlasting arms
Enfold me
In your everlasting arms
Let striving cease
That I may come to rest
In perfect peace
Renewed and truly blessed
Lord bathe me
In your everlasting light
Lord raise me
In your everlasting light
Awake my mind
That I may understand
And come to find
The truth of who I am
Above the silvery bay
A bird rose on the breeze
Then swooped as if to say
You too may fly away
With ease
Lord lift me
In your everlasting love
Home swiftly
In your everlasting love
Ill go to where
A temple stands upon a hill
In silence there
Ill wait upon your will
Lord lift me
In your everlasting arms
In your everlasting arms
song performed by by Waterboys
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Gremmie Out Of Control
1, 2, 1, 2
1, 2, 1 2 3 4
Every beach has a clown who thinks he knows it all.
Hang-ten outta Santa Fe when surf comes out tomorrow lets go!
And he's always practicing his cowabunga call.
Cowabunga!
But the menace scrambles when the big waves start to roll.
Wsssshhhh...
'Cuse there's nothing worse then a gremmie out of control.
Gremmie out of control. (x2)
There's nothing worse then a gremmie out of control.
The kids all know that a gremmie's talk is cheep.
Ride the Hula-Han over the pipeline bonsai to the saddle bowl.
Tho they just try to ignore this ugly creep.
Cowabunga!
His board is always full of dings 'cause he's always doing stupid things.
And there's nothing worse then a gremmie out of control.
Gremmie out of control. (x2)
There's nothing worse then a gremmie out of control.
Gremmie out of control. (x2)
There's nothing worse then a gremmie out of control. (x3)
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Beyond Our Prison Walls
our prisons are too many
the penalties imposed upon us
are heavy
everything is passed from one mouth
to another
this prison of tradition
and what we have are just kettles and
ladles
a few spoons and some
crooked forks
some moldy fats of pork
and hardened bread like bricks
upon our walls and rooms
i am tired of those other prisons
handed to us and
well kept by our respect for what
is old
the mind is the prison
and thoughts and imagination are our wings to our well deserved freedom
we do not deserve this
weakness this self imposed defeat
we are not worms
we butterflies and all these fragile wings
shall take us
beyond the tops of molded hills
beyond us
our better selves
our very own proclamations that we are not the children and heirs
of gods
but that we too
are godly creatures with divinity in our hearts
our sacrileges tattooed on our skins and bones
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Can We See The Future Today? [Part 1]
Many say it is fairly possible to foresee the future
Others say, probabilities can be computed
Some say, it is all a guessing game
Few say, why bother – what will be, will surely be
From time immemorial, human beings have
wondered what the future has in stock
Many have used various methods to peep into the future
Some of these methods include astrology, oneiromancy,
chiromancy, numerology, geomancy, crystal gazing,
tarot cards, clairvoyance, oracles, necromancy,
I ching, feng shui, rune casting and many more
All these methods are known by several people as
divination, fortune-telling, soothsaying and prophesy
Numerous people today are still using astrology to
predict, foresee and to forecast the future
Based on the time, place and day of birth, astrology can be
used to explore who we are, our potentials and our strengths
How accurate is astrology as a tool to foresee the future?
Some say, it depends on the astrologer
Oneiromancy is another method that has been used
to peep and foresee the future on this earth
Oneiromancy is the use of dreams to interpret the future
The future can sometimes be revealed in dreams
We all remember the dreams Jacob, Joseph, Daniel,
Paul and many more in the Bible
How precise are dreams to foresee the future?
The accuracy of dreams depends on individuals
Some have peeped into the future through chiromancy
otherwise called palmistry, which in simplistic terms – means
the reading of the lines on our right and left palms
The lines on our palms are said to contain secrets
about us from our cradle to our grave
How exact are palm-lines in revealing
our future hopes and potentials
This depends on the professionalism of the palm-reader
[ To Be Continued in Part 2]
poem by Julius Babarinsa
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