The Gaze
The path connects to other paths,
Open them as I speak with you and
Whisper with the cats and dogs.
The straight answers require experts,
Feeding a mighty warrior with fervour,
Fencing with those in anger.
I see intelligence in his gaze once you see
His speck, the smooth stomach I possess
Is not any longer so fat with a heart of gluttony.
The real demons of our tirades are unequal
In their appetites, the reality has won
Over our hearts as they bleed into the very being.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Pathways Of Life
i walk the
straight path and no
one noticed me,
the straight path
is the most ordinary one
you can have here
at first it was boring
when no one
notices you
so i tried the twisted
path
the one that is crooked
from bottom to
top
the old women scolded
me and the old men said
i am a
big disappointment
the men and women of my
generation
still did not mind
they are busy
taking their own paths
and these are the
paths
which are neither crooked
nor straight
sometimes we look at each
other
and we nod
without saying a word
we feel
that we perfectly understand
each other
all along
there are paths you know
which are neither wrong
nor right
they simply have to
be trodden
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Anger fills my heart and soul
Anger fills my heart and soul
Anger takes a mighty toll
Anger lessens but can never leave
Anger you hope to never receive,
Anger stays forever within
Anger acts with the might of all sin
Anger is deadly to all around
Anger gets mad at the thought of sound
Anger is the thoughts in my head
Anger that’s mine all should dread
Anger for me is different from you
Anger you see tells me what to do
Anger will sit and whisper in my ear
Anger he sits and tells me all that you fear,
Anger…
He is here
He’s here to stay
Anger is the hole
In which we lay
Anger is
And Anger will
Always be with us
He is in me, and he is in you
He can make you do
What he wants you to
Anger will make you
Make you cry
Anger can make you
Want to die
Anger can make you
Go insane
Anger….. ... A blood filled rain
No more anger
No more…..
Walk to the bright light
Shinning through that door…
Not knowing what’s in store
But even then
Anger lives on
But you… nevermore
poem by Jacob Hill
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Real Hearts
Then the reality strikes you in the head
And the heart has complained
Due to pain and suffering, mighty feelings.
This heart commands our hearts
And lets energy be called what it is.
The real love commences as if earned,
A heart has belief, full of admiration.
May the exalted one be heavenly with love
On this world we possess and demand.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Keeper Of My Heart
For you
I would tattoo me
With lines crossing into a hand
And a heart that would never bleed
With the twilight
And the horse drawn on my arm
Standing for an addiction
Pray we go unharmed
Here is my love and anger
You see now
These are my gods
These are my scars
Here is my love and anger
Well these arms are burning
But theyre open wide
Some things
I hold too tightly
Some things
Ill never
Ill never touch
Oh but Im wearing down the stones
In the river
And you see all my life
Ive painted with angers brush
Now, now could you
Lift me through my love and anger
You see now
These are your gods
These are my scars
Lift me through my love and anger
Ah and my arms are burning
But theyre open wide
Oh
You precious kid
I have a motion
And its just for you
I see a warrior
Barefoot and dancing
Oh with tears of pain and beauty
And all of this is true
For you
Lift me through my love and anger
You see now these are my gods
These are your scars
Lift me through my love and anger
Oh and my arms are burning
And theyre open wide
Pointing out the graveyards
I will be the reaper
If you will be
The keeper of my heart
I will be the reaper
If you will be
The keeper of my heart
You are the keeper of this heart
Of my heart
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Peace And Propriety
in the name of propriety
to cats we must be cats too
you know what happens when
we show to the cats that we
are really dogs in feelings and
actions,
there will be a chase of course,
and chaos, and there will be war
and there will be losers and
winners,
and in this matter
and manner of speaking we choose
to be dogs to assure that we win
but that is not always the case
the cats have advanced in their feline
technology and breeding
so my dear, let us just be proper
to cats we shall be cats
and make this world a happy place
for all.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Closing Heart
A lonesome whisper
Amid an almost empty room
The dim light hides nothing
It only pertains the mood
Thoughts play upon reasoning
From where there is no reason
A hearts beat beckons answers
To the unrequited question
Too long another’s touch
Another’s heart had been evasive
The anger and the sadness
To all the things and possibilities
That have fallen away to nothing
Consume the mind entirely
A lonesome whisper
A thought seldom heard
Call for the heart to close and hide
So it may never again be hurt
So it closes to the world
An end to opportunity
The whisper of this heart
Love shall never be
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Wisper Your Secrets
Whisper your secrets into my skin,
Come out clean, I'll hold your sin.
Whisper your secrets to my lone heart,
Before our sin's poison gets a head start.
Whisper your secrets into my hair,
And each strand will hold a care.
Whisper your anger into my pale hands,
Hate in my fists only you you understand.
Whisper your anger in my fragile mind,
Let anger simmer over time.
Whisper your anger into my head,
And I'll repeat every word you said.
Whisper your love into my palms,
And you will feel my calm.
Whisper your love into my lips,
And we'll lose ourselves in ignorance bliss.
Whisper your love into my soul,
And I'll show you something beautiful.
Whisper your secrets into my ear,
And know not a soul will hear.
A Beggar's Prayer
Precious Lord;
I have much to ask,
and you have much to do;
But Lord,
I need your Mighty strength...
for I know not what to do.
I know my place is humble,
and you are the King of Kings;
But Lord,
I need your Mighty strength...
for I know not what to do.
I'm certain that I am unworthy,
of your mercy and saving grace;
But Lord,
I need your Mighty strength...
for I know not what to do.
I walk the road that I choose,
and stumble most of the time;
But Lord,
I need your Mighty strength...
for I know not what to do.
I want to walk your path,
and help others along the way;
But Lord,
I need your Mighty strength...
for I know not what to do.
I ask for your guidance,
in setting my feet back straight;
But Lord,
I need your Mighty strength...
for I know not what to do.
I turn to you O Lord,
with open arms and bleeding heart;
Because Lord,
I need your Mighty strength...
for You alone know what to do.
poem by George Aul
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Bred to Attack
It was simple then,
To have made it known...
We were being seduce,
To live high and mighty...
In an approaching economic,
Danger zone.
But distractions hid all that.
As we were fed racism and credit traps.
Feeding upon attractions,
That would bleed from us more tax.
As we kept our eyes on our neighbors lives...
While deceivers were planting our minds with lies!
It was simple then,
To have made it known...
We were seduce to live high and mighty,
In an approaching economic danger zone.
We could have prevented hunger and homelessness.
We could have inspired ourselves and our children,
To be respectful and expect the best.
We could have rejected every hint of decadence.
But we chose with a blinded consciousness...
To greed and feed our gluttony!
With a mindlessness...
That has digested us into a mess!
And now we daily experience,
The effects of conflict, chaos and unrest!
It was simple then,
To have made it known...
We were being seduce,
To live high and mighty...
In an approaching economic,
Danger zone.
But distractions hid all that.
As we were fed racism and credit traps.
Feeding upon attractions,
That would bleed from us more tax.
As we kept our eyes on our neighbors lives...
While deceivers were planting our minds with lies!
Suspecting both friend and foe...
To come and stab us in the back.
With a packing of guns to prepare for that.
Now awaiting we do,
For a civil disturbance...
To give us reason to become entrapped.
Like wild rabid dogs bred to attack!
And left to roam with our wounds.
Howling in wails at a cloud clustered moon,
Doomed...and gloomed to foam in fumes.
As an end result of settled scores.
'WHY was this necessary? '
Those who had a purpose and survived aren't sure!
'This isn't as future I wish to endure.
This is not a future i wish to knock on my door.'
Then don't invite it or welcome it in!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mighty Mighty
Maurice white & verdine white
Walk around, why wear a frown
Say little people, try to put you down
What you need, a helpin hand
All the strength, at your command
Hows ya faith? cause ya faith is you
Who you kiddin, to yourself be true
Spread ya love, for a brighter day
For what ya search, youll find a way
We are people, of the mighty
Mighty people of the sun
In our hearts lies all the answers
To the truth you cant run from
Eagle flies, every seven days
Still cryin the blues, all about ya pay
What ya gonna do? bout your living thang
Will ya make it better, or just complain
Everday is real, dont run from fear
Cause better days are very near
There are times when you are bound to cry
One more time, head to the sky
We are people, of the mighty
Mighty people of the sun
In our hearts lies all the answers
To the truth you cant run from
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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There Are Not Too Many People
There are not too many,
Who can leave hurdles leaped.
That others seek,
To reach and stir someone within.
With a tone that is expressed,
From an honestness.
And that's how those protective walls,
Come to be shakened.
To break and awaken.
There are not too many...
Who can express,
An experience they possess.
Not one that affects,
A comprehension that connects.
There are not too many,
Who can say they have lived.
And this is believed.
From an understanding given and perceived.
There are not too many people,
Unafraid to 'be'.
Without their hearts,
Left to bleed on their sleeves...
Publicly!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A gypsy (fortune teller) by Meena Mustafa
A room I entered of fortune and dreams
A mystic world, now it seems
Hoping to find answers, I followed my heart
A gypsy woman to read my stars
She lay before me some scattered bones
And talked about ruins and magic stones
Then she gazed into the crystal ball
Getting some answers to her call
A vision of a dream, started to form
Shaping into reality as she performed
'Teller of fortune, holder of hearts'
'Tell me what lies beneath the cards'
She got some answers as mystery unfolds
Fear not for I see your heart is of gold
Good days are ahead so just behold!
You will find answers that I was told
The sky is your fortune; you'll find your way
Forget your sorrows and dream each day
Smell the flowers that bloom in the fields
So many broken hearts have healed
So fear no more and open up your heart
To a new beginning all from the start.
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Fine
A lovers quarrel
Death by a shotgun barrel
With a cleaning solution the instruments are made sterile.
A hairy situation.
Like a plastic surgeon.
Rewriting the expression.
In both the date and time.
Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas.
Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas.
Changing my identity
Becoming that man I never use to be
With all niceties, and pleasantries wrapped in a little bow tie.
I don't even know how I survived.
Some thought I would have committed suicide.
But my drive just wouldn't let me.
Well, Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas.
Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas.
A murders escape.
A mind debates.
With shouts of hate.
How can you? Just how can you?
Emotional distress.
In all this I digest the worthiness
Worthless I've been called.
Well, Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas.
Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas.
I can still hear you every night I dream.
No sound sleep, not for me.
The way you made it seem.
My fault, the living breathing scapegoat
Is it not real enough?
Well, Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in its desperate pleas.
Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in it desperate pleas.
Now I stand upon the darkness
Ready to leap in.
All for you my friend.
Even though my wounds have yet to mend.
It matters not in the end.
Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in it desperate pleas.
Now its fine
Now its fine.
Fine as fine can be.
I no longer need you and you no longer need me.
Can you hear the anger scream.
Reaching out for mercy in it desperate pleas.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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What To Do When You're Confused
What to do, what to do, what to do
When you're confused
You could
Choose to stay
In this new found state
Of confusion
Marinate in it..so to speak
But
That may leave you
With unanswered questions
You could write in your journal
Pour over all the possibilities
The various solutions to your confusion
You could talk to someone who doesn't know you well
Because you'd want some impartial input
Which could leave you even more confused
Because they can only help you according to
Their understanding
Of your situation
You could google some answers
Turns out..
You can't find the answers to
EVERYTHING
On google
Some situations
Still require old methods for resolution
You could talk to a good friend
They may not have all the answers
But
They'd probably be willing to listen
Provide you with some feedback
That's what friends are for...
You could speak with the person
If it is a person indeed
Who has left you
In this state of confusion
I mean
At some point
Isn't the direct approach
Really
The Only approach
So,
You take a deep breath
You tell yourself 'here I go'
I'm going to get my answers
And, then
I'll know
I won't be confused
At least not by this confusion
What to do, what to do, what to do
I've given you some options
But, I can't tell you
What, for sure, you should definitely do
I can make a suggestion..
But, again it's up to you
You should listen to your inner voice,
Do what THAT tells you
I can say this
It's probably not as bad as you imagine
And, who knows,
It's a possibility
That
After all this stressing
You end up pleasantly surprised.
But we know for sure
You'll have all your answers
And, you, my friend
Will no longer be confused.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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Have I Lost Or Have You?
I sit here and wonder ‘did you really care? '
Do you think what you do is truly fair?
Or is it something you will later regret
Or will you fool yourself and just forget?
Come, tell me your stories, I await your tales
Fables of demons and angels but not of your fails
No, never a whisper of the lives you have torn asunder
Not a sign of your past until that fateful little blunder
You see, as I sit in my house no longer a home
I don't feel so played nor so very alone
As I do when you whisper in my ear
Telling me of your deepest darkest ‘fear'
But to you it's all a game, a play of words
Words that you ensure remain so unheard
Such a fickle little mind must you possess
But of course how could I expect anything less
My money and wealth or my heart?
Which one first will you try to tear apart?
Because you must be bored by now am I right?
Well my dear, you're losing this fight
My money is all gone, you shall have none
The charities are very grateful for your little con
And my heart? It is already torn from when I found you
So now you are left with nothing as my lips turn blue
Now let me ask you this before I pass: who has played who?
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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The Old Man Beside A Huge Tree
i have seen the picture of an old man
beside a huge oak tree
the picture is old
black and white and the kind of one that is strong
for it will last another lifetime
i have not seen the old man
neither the huge oak tree for real
i have the picture of the old man and the old oak tree
and the younger man sleeping
his smooth skin caressed by the fluffing grass
there is a story there and it is all about
gods and dogs
a film about a director who lost his fame
and fortune
about a young gardener who captures a heart
and made it bleed
at the end the old man met a happy death
the old oak tree was gone
but i have not really seen what is real
i have seen only the picture of what i thought could have been real
black and white
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Like it or not, we have placed our destiny in the hands of the experts. A politician is, after all, a kind of expert, if self-styled. Even the fact that competent experts must serve under politicians of mediocre intelligence and little foresight is a problem that we are stuck with, because the experts themselves cannot agree on any major world issue. A logocracy of quarreling experts might be no better than the rule of the mediocrities to which we are subject. The declining intellectual quality of political leadership is the result of the growing complexity of the world. Since no one, be he endowed with the highest wisdom, can grasp it in its entirety, it is those who are least bothered by this who strive for power.
quote by Stanislaw Lem
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Just A Motion Away
Sometimes you win sometimes you lose
Aint turnin back for me and you
Dont look over your shoulder
No time for regrets
You got your demons I got mine
Our paths have crossed at a crucial time
Suddenly were older
Scared of whats ahead
We were looking for the answers in all the wrong places
But now the chance is knocking on our door
To grab hold of what we been readin for
Its just a motion away
Its just a motion away
Its just a motion away
No need to wonder where the future lies
Its right before our very eyes
Dont even think it over
Just say yes
We were clinging to some old cliches and old familar faces
But now theyre only shattered dreams
So lets dry our eyes and start away clean
Its just a motion away
Its just a motion away
Its just a motion away
We were lookin for the answers in all the wrong places
But now the chance is knocking on our door
To open up our aliing hearts once more
Its just a motion away
Its just a motion away
Its just a motion away
song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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Cats Eye Resurrection
Cats ~ cats ~ cats
Eye
Cats ~ cats ~ cats
Splashing on my walls ~ my walls
In the field the bodies are tied
To the their crosses hair hanging down
The blood is rolling down their
Arms to the waiting dogs
Bad ~ bad ~ bad
Doctors
Bad ~ bad ~ bad
Counting the meat on the tables
In the field the bodies are tied to the
Altar the popes mule sings a song of
Freedom from his majesty-the pope
Nazi ~ nazi ~ nazi
Butchers
Nazi ~ nazi ~ nazi
Waving their tongues in the air
Cats-cats-cats-bad-bad-bad-cats eye
Resurrection
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Whether We Are Dogs Or Men
whether we are dogs
or gods
or men
it does not really matter
if we believe in nothing at all
if we believe
that there is no reason why the wind blows to the west
why the birds build their own nests
why glaciers exist
why we write poems
it matters. why we always want to say something
and open our hearts
for them to see the white doves
flying there
it matters. why we wake up and wash our face.
why we ask. why we look for answers.
whether gods or dogs or simply men.
it matters now when we begin to believe
about eternity.
this sense of being incomplete.
the want to be
completed. it matters now. whether we are dogs or gods or simply
men.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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