Be Reborn
Bask in the mire of guilt
and let the vultures surround you,
Dismount the scaffolds of regret,
count the perching crows
and cry with the parliament
From the sanguinary land
open a stone-fleshed hand
and let life reborn
poem by Norman Santos
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Come Away
(g.bowser/j.jupp)
Published by chappell & co., ltd. - capac
As I walk along the lonely streets
I cant talk to the people that I meet
I see them come, and I see them go
I see them smile, and say hello
Come with me and take my hand
Ooh, fly away to another land, oh yes we will
Come with me and take my hand
Well fly away to another land
Come over here little girl
And Ill show you another world
Where we can be free to do as we want
Live our lives as we please, and say what we like, oh
Come with me and take my hand, ooh
Well fly away to another land
Come with me and take my hand, oh
And fly away to another land
Theres so many things that remain to be done
And no one has thought of a way to begin
So follow me into my life
Come with me and take my hand (and take...)
Fly away to another land (fly away to another land)
Come with me and take my hand (ooh)
Fly away to another land (fly away to another land)
Come with me and take my hand (take my hand)
Fly away to another land (oh yes we will)
Come with me and take my hand (and take my hand, take my hand)
Fly away to another land (yeah)
Come with me and take my hand
Fly away to another land
Come with me and take my hand
Fly away to another land
song performed by by April Wine
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In His Hand
De Young (in Chicago the story is told)
'Took his life in his hand,' like a warrior bold,
And stood before Buckley-who thought him behind,
For Buckley, the man-eating monster is blind.
'Count fairly the ballots!' so rang the demand
Of the gallant De Young, with his life in his hand.
'Tis done, and the struggle is ended. No more
He havocs the battle-field, gilt with the gore
Of slain reputations. No more he defies
His 'lying opponents' with deadlier lies.
His trumpet is hushed and his belt is unbound
His enemies' characters cumber the ground.
They bloat on the war-plain with ink all asoak,
The fortunate candidates perching to croak.
No more he will charge, with a daring divine,
His foes with corruption, his friends by the line.
The thunders are stilled of the horrid campaign,
De Young is triumphant, and never again
Will he need, with his life in his hand, to roar:
'Count fair or, by G--, I will die on your floor!'
His life has been spared, for his sins to atone,
And the hand that he took it in washed with cologne.
poem by Ambrose Bierce
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The old man and his stone
an old man
seated alone
on his stone bench
invited me
almost invisible
gesticulating with his hand
sit down beside me
we did not say a word
together we just heard
nothing but our silence
he invited me
to take a look in his garden
he took me by my hand
guiding me
through the open gate
he gave me a grand tour
in his Japanese paradise
and wanted to know
if I would be able
to show him
that spot
he was searching for
all his life
so he could also see
all the larger stones
at once
I'll wait
and watch you
I stood
I sat down
I climbed a tree
while being up there
I could see
a smile on his face
expressing understanding grace
I walked around
accompanied
by the sound
of crackling shelves
I can count endlessly
maybe even further
In that serene garden
I could not find the spot
that place where I could see
all his stones
although I learned
during that search
there were fifteen different larger stones
that unknown space
where I see and count
the old man's 15th stone
there I was on my own
still searching
it was late
at last I returned
sat down beside the old man
on the other stone bench
he offered me his silence
and told me with his eyes
that a man or a woman
is wise
when admitting
accepting
a simple fact
you can see
you can count
all the stones
not at once
not on your own
©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 2012
poem by Ellie Daphne van Stralen
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There's no regret. You can't regret. I mean, I've felt regret but I've also refused to allow regret to sow a seed and live in me because I don't believe it. You feel it, it's like guilt, it's like jealousy, it's like all those horrible things. You've just got to snip them and get them out, because they're no good.
I Set You Free
We know what we have to do
But Im not being hard on you
Its hard on me (hard on me)
I set you free (I set you free)
I know that you are hurting too
But Ill put my trust in you
Now trust in me (trust in me)
I set you free (I set you free)
From a to let it be (a to let it be)
From b to cant you see
Count on me
I set you free (I set you free)
Let me set you free
This cant be where you want to be
Set your wings in motion (motion)
Across that land and sea (? )
Times are bad and times are good
Id stay forever if I could
Cant you see ? (cant you see ? )
I set you free (I set you free)
Oh, when I see a falling star (see a falling star)
I wonder where you are
So far from me
I set you free (I set you free)
Im moving right on (moving right on)
Gonna get some distance now (gonna get some distance now)
Ill leave the town now (leave the town now)
Gonna get away somehow (gonna get away somehow)
Leave me alone (leave me alone)
Gonna get some distance now (gonna get some distance now)
Im on my own (Im on my own)
Gonna get away somehow (gonna get away somehow)
When your friends begin to say (friends begin to say)
It should have happened yesterday
Count on me (count on me)
I set you free (I set you free)
Look up to the sky (look up to the sky)
Open up your eyes and wonder why
Its got to be
I set you free (I set you free)
And when Im in control
Im body and Im soul
And when Im number one
Im the moon and Im the sun
And when Im standing tall (stone by stone)
Im the strongest anyone (Ill build it up)
This is how I had it planned
I dont wanna hold your hand (till yourre gone)
When Im in control
Im body and soul
And when Im number one
Im the moon and Im the sun
This is how I had it planned (stone by stone)
I dont wanna hold your hand (till yourre gone)
song performed by by Heaven 17
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I Dreamt...
i dreamt...
i was dead,
and they'd buried me
on a hill with
a small stone marker.
and i watched
as seasons passed,
one by one,
in constant rhythm...
the years went by.
and no living being
ever visited my graveside,
except for black crows...
again and again,
black crows!
the caw of the crows!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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A Criminal Mind
I Lyrics and Words by Lawrence Gowan
from his album Strange Animal
You've seen my hands are steady
You've seen my face before
Soon you can take your last look
And they'll close the door
I stand accused before you
I have no tears to cry
And you will never break me
Until the day I die
A criminal mind was all I
All I've ever known
They've tried to reform me
Cause I'm made of cold stone
My criminal mind is all I
All I've ever had
Ask one who's known me
If I'm really so bad...
I am
I've spent my life behind these steel bars
I've paid my debt in time
But being brought to justice
That was my only crime
I don't regret action
I'd do the same again
These prison walls secure me
And I'm numb to pain
A criminal mind was all I
All I've ever known
They've tried to reform me
But I'm made of cold stone
My criminal mind is all I
All I've ever had
Ask one who's known me
If I'm really so bad...
I am
Before you hand me over
Before you read my sentence
I'd like to say a few words
Here in my own defense
Some people struggle daily
They struggle with their conscience 'til the end
I have no guilt to haunt me
I feel no wrong intent
A criminal mind is all I
All I've ever known
Don't try to reform me
Cause I'm made of cold stone
My criminal mind is all I
All I've ever had
Ask one who's known me
If I'm really so bad...
I am
Oh I am
Oh I am
I'm made of cold stone
Made of cold stone
I'm just like these prison walls
A criminal mind
song performed by by Styx
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The Map
Applying to Heavy Equipment School
I marched farther into the Great Plains
And refused to come out.
I threw up a few scaffolds of disinterest.
Around me in the fields, the hogs grunted
And lay on their sides.
You came with a little water and went away.
The glass is still on the table,
And the paper,
And the burned scaffolds.
*
You were bent over the sink, washing your stockings.
I came up behind you like the night sky behind the town.
You stood frowning at your knuckles
And did not speak.
*
At night I lie still, like Bolivia.
My furnaces turn blue.
My forests go dark.
You are a low range of hills, a Paraguay.
Now the clouds cover us both.
It is raining and the movie houses are open.
poem by Larry Levis
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Crows for Konstantin
Crows.
The noise of conflict dies away.
Those left alive will now depart.
Only the dead allowed to stay,
they have no further part to play.
The warring sides in full retreat
The crows tonight dine on fresh meat.
Though neither side claims victory.
The crows will feast quite happily.
Since man first slew another man.
It seems to be Dame Natures plan.
The crows will feast on the remains
The scavengers alone will gain.
While warring sides must count the cost
of fighting men that they have lost.
Perhaps one day we’ll realise
In war there are no victories.
Bar for the crows who do not fight
but satisfy their appetite.
On those who do who in their view
Choose to fight. they don’t need to.
Although in death they feed the crows.
I don’t suppose the crows oppose.
The idea that men come to blows.
Nor do they care I must suppose.
The only winners are the crows
who feast until they’re comatose.
On what is left of those who chose
to risk their lives exchanging blows.
Sunday,09 May 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Love Surrounds Me
On my own again, left alone
To remember when
Her love filled my life
Made my life alive her love
Love around me
How can I cope without the love
That I had
(all around me, love surrounds me)
Surround me
The love that I lost was more than
I could hope to find
(love surround me, all around me)
Around me
Did I have love or did love have me
Oo love around me
But theres no
Theres no love of my own
Mmm mmmmm mmmmmmmmm
Mm
I gave up our love
But it wont disappear
Oo love around me
Desire
Seems as though
Everywhere I go
Oo love around me
Put your arms around me
Huggin and a-kissin
Making the love Ive been missin
All around me
But theres no
Theres no love of my own
Love around me love surround me
No love of my own
Love around me love surround me
No love of my own
Love surround me love around me
No love of my own
Love surround me love around me
Put your love around me
song performed by by Beach Boys
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You Stank!
On my land...
I am squeezed!
On your land...
You walk around
Feeling the cool breeze.
You tell me I should share.
From a guilt you put there!
But you collect,
Without regret...
From my sweat.
And say I should pray,
And give thanks!
While I watch views of you...
Taking all I have,
And putting that into your bank!
You 'more' than stink!
You 'stank'!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Of Reckoning
A somnolent velvet mustered and galloped
With the maladroit circling of the parliament
Of vultures and crows over slumbering carrion—
Meat suits disembogued of the singeing blood
And I am one among the riveted motions
Shearing the skies with profane pulsations
Lingering in the temples of the unholiest gods
Here, I am a colorless myriad of liaisons:
A sedentary life, a breathless death,
Lurking back into the svelte gutters
Of irrevocable stains of melancholia.
The redolence creaking with the floorboards
That used to be scraping warmth and life
Beneath the pheromones and morning breaths,
The humdrum noise in the alleys of turbulence
With people for walls, and hearts for rings
That binds ladders for all the falling,
The last tick of the crooning clockwork
Careening for gilded memories and staring
At his last wave for regrets and chances
Of a thousand more defeat; a thousand more
Photographs of the drizzles in your pane.
poem by Norman Santos
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Woman at fifty is real
If not earlier, at fifty,
However staid she is,
A woman is most outrageous,
The time she is threatened by menopause,
The time her chastity is passé,
The time she compensates her temptation,
The time to test her sexual vulgarism,
With guilt revenging mood,
With male punishing greed,
To indulge in sex,
To test otherwise losing lust,
With anyone handy or at hand,
For which, with reborn care for body,
With reborn vigour in body,
With vulture in her mind,
She rivals young women
And hooks out their mating lads.
05.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Punishment of Hurriedness
I have been deployed
To attend upon the three of life,
In the prolific branches
Of which are perching
Avaricious crows.
I fastening stones of inaccessibility,
On the belly am living on the breaths
Of my own share.
My body,
Is an impediment on the path of my life,
On the slates of my eyes there reveal
Such songs as readers of which are waiting
For the moment of their own creation.
I am gathering harvest of punishment
Against hurriedness of my birth,
My genuine life will commence
After my death.
Written by Dr. Jawaz Jaffri translated by Muhammad Shanazar
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Pride Goes Before Destruction
Pride goes before Destruction
And for those who fly so high
In clouds they bask in sheer Deception
With thoughts of heights they bask in lies.
Those who love to soar the skies
Get blinded by the light of Sun
Their haughtiness divert their eyes
And with their falsehoods, come undone.
Those who are up go nowhere but down
As the rules of Physics so declared
And pride brings low those who surround
Their lives in arrogance is bared.
Cop yright Cynthia Buhain Baello
March 2,2010
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Wild Life
I was born with a ticket to survive
And a big dream in my head
Its a wild, wild life and theres no way to tame it
Or so my old man said
I knew in my heart that someday
The world would step aside
And try to see things my way
Now I know, the one thing I can count on
Is that I really cant count on anything.
* its a wild life
Every roads a mean street
Its a wild life
All we do is ride
Its a wild life
And weve all just God to land on our feet
Livin my life, chasing love and glory
Runnin into walls of stone
Whether you fall or climb a hundred stories
Youve gotta do it all alone
**i feel like the world is calling
Ive got to move along
No reasons left for stalling
And if its mine
Im gonna take it with a vengeance
Or maybe I better just take it as it comes
*repeat
**repeat
*repeat
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Open
How many places can one be at one time?
I believe various places
If we open up our minds, now
We don't just open our minds
We open your heart too
It really sort of easy and alot of fun to do
One two three is the total count for me
you also should count too
Let's review your complete score
Giving life to your visions
Is a way to explore
Practice makes perfect
So daily
do it some more
May each time you open the windows of
your mind and heart
Your joy increase as you demonstrate
The star in which you are
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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A Change
agreements and promises
that was how we know beginnings,
a knowing of green leaves
and expecting the blooms one day,
we were talking about a harvest
of some days and some fruits
the commitment to give myself to you
and you in return dying for me,
the enclosures that open and
tell you these are all that i have
a stone's language is harsh in its silence
the bird perching on a twig looks curious
the river sings the songs of the sea
we float there facing the bright moon.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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An Owl Perching On My Guitar
One evening I met an owl out of the blue
He was perching on my guitar when I sang blues
I asked him about where he came true
To me he gave answer only few clues
That from a big realm it came by side
Where it was only shrewd king and his knights
Where he could find blossom so much right
Yes, it was colorful even in all nights
It was not only a dream he said for sure
But I said it was only a dream too sure!
Believe me I live my life now very cruel!
But the owl perching on my guitar was not all about poor
poem by Farisah Shadrina
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