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The daggers pointing up in our skies
are like hands praying for tranquility;
they jeopardize the hands in our waist
driving us to fractioned states

We rummaged through this holocaust
gushing fast like wounded blood
we assailed our hopes to war
and bludgeon our fears in celestial seas

The quartz devoured our steps
so we lose our ribbons and rivulets
and with every mile we take
we grew closer to the flames -
we thaw, we morph, we change

There's a steel in your eyes piercing
the velvet sheen I held complacently
but I stared on behind this veil
steadfastly, until I shut my persiennes
unto your pictures and absent stares

The path may repent but what can it do
when we have forgotten the shades of blue?
Whilst the sky rages on above us
I surrender to this dreadful taste

poem by Norman Santos
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Blue Skies Bring Tears

Unleash the armageddon
So all the children go to heaven
I sit by quiet still
With their pictures on my eyes
You'll draw the guns your given
Write down the words as written
And never disturb the presense
Of resurrection touch

And it's about time
It's about drawing near
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears

Descend the darkened stairway
Make hate with plastic playmates
And fire out remaining traces
Of your self esteem
Mainline the deepest secrets
Lick clean the dirty fingers
I am a stranger to you
As you are to yourself

And it's about time
It's about fear
Blue skies bring tears
Don't you want me (don't want you)
Cause I await cityside
We'll watch the seas start to die

Blue skies bring tears
Take me inside your body
Blue skies bring tears
Cover me with your soul
Blue skies bring tears
To the darkest reasons
Blue skies bring tears
Is where I wish to go
Blue skies bring tears
You are the sweetest flower
Blue skies bring tears
That I have ever devoured
Blue skies bring tears
I ask for nothing given
Blue skies bring tears
For nothing in return
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears

Blue skies bring tears

song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins from Machina: The Machines Of God
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Blood on your hands sister

You said you loved him told him you cared
Promised him forever together
Instead you broke his heart into countless pieces
You drew tears of blood from the Prince of hearts
Hurt his pride with your insolent words
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands

I saw the pain in his eyes
I felt the bitter tears that he cried
Kicked a man when he was down
You left him a broken man
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands

From a loving giving sensitive Prince amongst men
You took your pleasure and stifled his laughter
You took your fill and threw him upon the scrapheap
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands

But his precious tears are wasted
Wasted on a dry barren heart like yours
For his heart is alive and flourishing
Whilst yours is dead and lifeless
He is the victor
Whilst you the loser

You may wash your hands of him
But the stains will never fade
Blood on your hands sister
Blood on your hands

poem by Lilac Wine
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A Quiet Side Street

A quiet side street
I guide your feet

'This is not the way'
You playfully say

Your hands on my waist
I steel a taste

My hand on your hip
I bite your lip

I wish it to last
It's over too fast

You kiss me again 
As I leave for my train

lets wait and see
If you want more of me!

poem by Stevie Taite
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Wish

I'd like to show your eyes the plains
And a forest green and ruddy,
Far off and soft
Under clear skies on the horizon,
Or some hills
With lovely slopes
So changing and supple and misty,
Seeming to melt in the sweetness of the air,
Either hills
Or forest.
I'd like
For you to hear
Strong, vast, deep, and tender,
The great dull voice of the sea
That moans
Like Love;
And once in a while
Right next to you,
In the interval,
I'd like you to hear
Right next to you
A dove
In the silence
Both soft and weak
Like Love a trifle in the shadows,
I'd like you to hear
The gushing of a spring
For your hands I'd like some flowers,
And for your steps
I'd like a little path, grassy and sandy
Going up a bit and coming down,
Turning and seeming
To approach the limits of silence.
A very little sandy path
Where your steps would leave faint marks,
Our steps
Together.

poem by Henri de Regnier
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While Hair Brushing

Juliette drags the brush
through her hair you have
to brush it at least one
hundred times her mother

had said years ago and say
a prayer each time you get
it through and maybe God
will bless you and as she sits

and brushes her hair she
remembers her mother standing
over her when she was a child
and the hair was as long then

as it is now and oh God she
says how I hated it the knots
and tangles and the number of
times I used to cry each time

she pauses in front of the mirror
the brush held mid air sometimes
when she brushes her hair and
stares in the mirror she sees him

there looking at her as he did back
then watching her every move
his dark eyes greedily drinking
her in and once he placed his

hands around her waist and kissed
her neck how she cringed his spittle
still there her uncle his breath his
hands touching always when she

was alone and once when undressing
he came in and stared and said he
thought she was becoming a beautiful
young girl now she brushes her hair

again the brush stiff and heavy gripped
in her hand and as she stares into the
mirror heavy with times and care she
thinks she sees him still staring still there.

poem by Terry Collett
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Truce

Your nacreous eyes is a mirror
Palled by a multitude of horror
A window swung open
But shuttered by a void emptiness
In its hazel glaze I implored
My own lifeless reflection
Still - like a metallic lake
Concealing a surreptitious daemon

Whilst the myopia of vision won
And stifled any sanguine climate
We never batted an eyelash
In hope for a drifting light
And in fear of total eclipse

So eye to eye, we confabulated
With metaphors and false-analogies
As our thoughts morph into blindness
White as oblivion and black as its shadow
Piercing the robust chamber of life
And the angel's panacea slewed
Into the squalid gutters, it burned
With a pang that perpetuates
Like your voice, when you assured
That crows are black
And pigeons maybe white,
Maybe gray, maybe colorless
And you contended to bring a light
In the ubiquity of shades

But our eyes are older than the hills
That sans our chains and suppressed
Our inner lamentations
And this struggle to put up
With your vindictive stares
Defiles my inner sanctum
For the fortification you gave me
Is now a bastion against your assaults

And truce, I call, upon this white flag
To all the venomous foreseeing,
To all the harlequin tears,
To all the forgotten spur,
To all the farce destruction

I shut my eyes tonight
To sleep and relearn:
Reset the ways
Of the scathing Braille.

poem by Norman Santos
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The Dying Child

He could not die when trees were green,
For he loved the time too well.
His little hands, when flowers were seen,
Were held for the bluebell,
As he was carried o'er the green.

His eye glanced at the white-nosed bee;
He knew those children of the spring:
When he was well and on the lea
He held one in his hands to sing,
Which filled his heart with glee.

Infants, the children of the spring!
How can an infant die
When butterflies are on the wing,
Green grass, and such a sky?
How can they die at spring?

He held his hands for daisies white,
And then for violets blue,
And took them all to bed at night
That in the green fields grew,
As childhood's sweet delight.

And then he shut his little eyes,
And flowers would notice not;
Birds' nests and eggs caused no surprise,
He now no blossoms got;
They met with plaintive sighs.

When winter came and blasts did sigh,
And bare were plain and tree,
As he for ease in bed did lie
His soul seemed with the free,
He died so quietly.

poem by John Clare
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Fire

feeding the flames!
pictures, awards, titles, deeds...
love letters written in blood,
bed sheets stained by passion.
medals won, cars, and scars...
houses built by calloused hands,
graves dug by the same hands!
eulogies written in small town papers...

all thrown into the fire...
feed the flames!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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One

We are the lost
The ones forgotten
And this time
The future is our's
It's in our hands
We're the tear in your eyes
We're the blood in your vains
We're the beat of your heart
We're the sweat on your face
We're the ones that you chase
We're the promise that you made
We're the voice in your head
We're the lies that you said
We're the kids that you pushed away
We are
We are the the lost
The ones forgotten
And this time
The future is our's
It's in our hands
We are one
We're the pride of your lives
We're the light shining deep in your eyes
We're the choice that you made
We're the smile on your face
When you sleep at night
We're the best thing you had
But you left us behind
We're the kids that you pushed away
We are
We are the the lost
The ones forgotten
And this time
The future is our's
It's in our hands
We are one
One
We're the pain that you feel
We're the scars that don't heal
We're the tear in your eyes
We're the reason you cry
We're the voice in your head
We're the lies that you said
We're the best thing you had
But you pushed us away
We are the lost
The ones forgotten
And this time
The future is our's
It's in our hands
We are
We are the lost
The ones forgotten
And we've got nothing to lose
Together we stand up tall
We are one

song performed by by Simple Plan
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Shall Have These Hands That Shall Write About Hands....

must have i forgotten
from where all these come?

ah, i have read about your hands
and now i shall have to mind about mine

once i had these hands
whose name is
work and struggle and
sacrifice

they lifted rocks
outlined by Sisyphus
and roll them from
atop the hill
and put them again there
in senseless
labor

when i got reason
my hands began to think
as though they have brains
under their nails

these hands begin the
questions
grapple for answers
and got
no satisfaction

they dabble in poetry
trembling and tense and
looking for
a compromise for some
fetish

must have i forgotten from where
these hands come?

someone says these hands are from
the hands of God
whose hands hand what we do not have
in hand yet

these hands did what was wrong then
and covered the face of the
penitent and the remorseful

these hands that slap a face that
triggered a gunfire
that lay upon the hardened breasts
and held breaths

these hands that write now for you
face upside down not asking for anything in return

these hands that speak for you
as you turn your head for someone else.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unfinished Poem

In this unfinished poem
your empty stares
still lingers to pillage
every mellifluous words
and the superfluous revelries
malingered on its way
to be spewed and
to pierce the veil

And the memories,
they osculate to brew
the bitterness that shall
wear out the young bones
that remember every shudder
of your melancholia

The persiennes remained
shut down and afraid
and I can never pull them up;
this will be the crowded room
where the tarantula
feeds on itself

poem by Norman Santos
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My Hands

my hands have ten rivers
there are furrows of sorrows in the destiny of my palms
no mountain peaks to view the world
holistically,

my hands have ten crystal clear ponds
my hands mirror my face
my hands surrender
my hands open

they are all yours too and you are so cruel
you are telling me like you detest me in the residence of your full moon

you do not need rivers, you had enough of my surrender, you are ashamed
of open hands, you touch me and then you make a plea

'please close your hands and with your ten rivers, please sail away from me! '

i know what a full moon is. I too had enough of its light and silence.
i have the nerves of the stars, and i know what sailing away means.

let me thank you for your dark skies, your clouds are too heavy for me.
i am raining tears, too salty for my ten rivers.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Blue Baboon Water Farm

Walking by the rivers edge
Reach my hands to cup the sky
Run down my arms a bitter blue
Turn to red and the gashes grew
The river taste me
Im so much more than I have ever been
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Take this my arms
Take this my eyes
Take this my mouth
And God it seems to be
Completely true
Oh, oh, oh, oh... yeah
Walking by the rivers edge
Reach my hands to cup the sky
While on my arms a bitter blue
Turn to red and the grew
The river taste me
Im so much more than Ive ever been
Oh, oh, oh

song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Usurped Eternal Frame

Your vines crawling upon my constitutions -
a glove to the empty hands of my
insufficient quintessence decapitates
the imposition with a severe abandon

In a not so subtle larceny of flames,
I foisted an intrepid whuthering
equipoise my defeated brawls
slowly stone-freezing in naivety

Because this loquacious tableau
still jousts with your nonplus propositions
adhering to the mellifluous conflagrations
by the hands of your phantom's exodus

And still, the furnace of your skies
shears the shadows of your manifold nets
like a storm-troubled sunny day
passing with an undecipherable augury

And like a murder of crows
I malingered on your adamant frame
pensively waiting for an aeon to fluctuate
and succumb to your succinct eternity

The searchlights pried behind curtains
and the sieves of the persiennes
its vindictive glare snide on my face
when it caught my sullen stares

The intrepid percolation inveigles
the beleaguered privacy to submission
but why are the supercilious rifles aimed
with stifling danger on my chest?

And the jabbing of your trifle attention
scathes my assuaging beacons, and
I donned more metal, more ignorance
descried out of safety and out of bliss

So I rocked slowly in this limbo and
the cadence of saudade serenades,
obstinately waiting for the an iota of change
to dance in a binary rhythmic pulse

Because in this eternal frame -
a bad case of impassable musing
reality grew visions and they are
usurping my delusions ever more.

poem by Norman Santos
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Velvet Dark

I heard a song last night
Alone in my car, in the velvet dark
It epitomised my feelings, my reelings
And I began to understand

'I never lost you, you were never mine'
Those words rang true, stung my heart
Driving at one mile per hour
In the velvet dark

I smiled as the lonely tear fell
A wry, upside-down frown
And the music began to painfully soothe
In the velvet dark

You were never, ever mine
To touch, to feel, just a ghost
Of a promise, whom I would never see
In the velvet dark

Lucky those roads were quiet
No crazed drivers forcing me on
And I pulled into a hidden corner
In the velvet dark

Your heart wasn't mine
To try to hold and to repair
You needed me and I needed you
In the velvet dark

We tried to make it
Through impossible barriers
Of dreams and hopes, spinning uncontrollably
In the velvet dark

Picking up my emotions
I pulled back onto that road
Moving towards my home, my sanity
In the velvet dark

I never lost you, I'll never lose you
I'll just remember, the good times
There were a few heady nights together
In the velvet dark

So, this song I will remember
For bringing home to me
The truth, the bitter-sweet memories
Forever in the velvet dark

poem by Michelle Tiddy
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If You Remembered The Cherries

In these meanders, where the crippled skies
Cannot judge the crowd of errs and faults
Lost in the dicey constellations
We traversed the path of the water
And we chase the gilded corolla of the sun

Like the bards that sang of vertigo
The pathos advanced with a scintillation
In the semblance of the felled daggers
From the banquet of Olympia

You handed him the plush cherries
And he gobbled all of them
As it smeared the gossamer pallor
In his lifeless face, whilst I was
Illuminated by a untwisted bliss
And days fluttered and squandered
Into the mouth of an abyss

And there upon the shards of poetries
He gave you flight and you soared
Together to the wan gloaming
Whilst my paws grew clammy in the soil
As I muse upon your looming shadows
And picturing the taste of cherries
With a baffled asymmetry
Now left a tale yonder the fire
Never be told to keep the light unmarred

poem by Norman Santos
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Ribbons Of Blue

Ribbons of blue
Remind me of you
Ribbons of red
Are the way that my heart bled
Memories so clear
Are still ringing in my ears
So I wanna send to you
My ol ribbons of blue
Ribbons of blue
Now remind me of you
Ribbons of red
Are the way that my heart bled
Memories so clear
Are still ringing in my ear
So I wanna send to you
My ol ribbons of blue
Got me a ribbon
Bright blue ribbon for my hair
Made me a promise
Now I know he didnt care
Touched by his first kiss
Fooled by his first song
The way he led me along
With my ribbons undone
Ribbons of blue
Now remind me of you
Ribbons of red
Are the way that my heart bled
Memories so clear
Are still ringing in my ear
(at this point, the song is over on the lp/cd oceans of fantasy...)
So I wanna send to you
My ol ribbons of blue
Sad for me baby
So bad for me baby oohh
Hard on me baby
So far from me baby oohh
Ribbons of blue
Now remind me of you
Ribbons of red
Are the way that my heart bled
Memories so clear
Are still ringing in my ears
So I wanna send to you
My ol ribbons of blue
(at this point, the 3:03 version is over on the lp/cd magic of boney m...)
(the following is performed only on the 4:22 7-single version)
Blue ribbon dreamer
Came with words that sounded right
Took me dancing
Held me close and
Held me tight
Fooled by his first kiss
Touched by his first song
The way he led me along
With my ribbons undone
Ribbons of blue
Now remind me of you
Ribbons of red
Are the way that my heart bled
Memories so clear
Are still ringing in my ears
So I wanna send to you
My ol ribbons of

song performed by by Boney M.
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Never Surrender

Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on!
Praying for the good times
So long to the bad times
Baby are you ready here we go!
Turn you up there's no limit
As long as you're in it
Give it all you got just let it show
Are you in for the fast ride
I'll take you out on the wildside
Are you in for the fast ride
Living life on the faultline
Are you in for the fast ride
I'll take you out on the wildside
Are you in for the fast ride
Do it, do it, you can do it
Never ever never ever surrender
Let all your dreams come true
Never ever never ever surrender
We will make it through
Never ever never ever surrender
If you want it too
It's all up to you, don't ever surrender!
Oh yeah - Never surrender
You've got the power
It's yours to devour
Go where you have never been before
Never stop when you're winning
It's only beginning
You don't have to fake it anymore
Are you in for the fast ride
I'll take you out on the wildside
Are you in for the fast ride
Living life on the faultline
Are you in for the fast ride
I'll take you out on the wildside
Are you in for the fast ride
Do it, do it, you can do it
Never ever never ever surrender
Let all your dreams come true
Never ever never ever surrender
We will make it through
Never ever never ever surrender
If you want it too
It's all up to you, don't ever surrender!
Never surrender!
Never surrender!
Do it, do it !
You can do it!
Never ever never ever surrender
Let all your dreams come true
Never ever never ever surrender
We will make it through
Never ever never ever surrender
If you want it too
It's all up to you, don't ever surrender!
You don't have to fake it anymore
You'll never surrender !

song performed by by 2 Unlimited
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Our Hands

My hands once warm,
And clothed in yours,
my hands once full,
and held in yours.

Empty hands,
Cold hands,
my hands have lost their,
Partner as you once were for me,

Your hands at once rough,
and soft,
Always gentle when in mine,
our hands would meet to fill the cold,

My hands now empty cover tears,
my hands once warm now with
a freezing touch,
your hands are gone,
the warmth they held has left,
these hands of mine.

poem by Rebecca Adams
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Forgotten But Not Gone

Weather wise a sunny bright warm day,
In fields farm hands working fresh hay.
Totally all blue was the cloudless skies,
But cloudy and raining were my eyes.
Greyhound bus leaving for Tallahassee,
On board the one truly wonderful lassie.
Back to my car teary eyed I wandered,
As to my immediate future I pondered.
In the prime of my life, brought fears,
Drafted; going overseas for two years.
In the cold hearted war, called to fight.
Would I be wounded; my life take flight.
Would I be blessed, able to return home,
Would it be I’d be forgotten while gone.
Never once thinking of losing a friend,
That our relationship would soon end.
Although hers for me would be past,
My true love to her will eternally last.
It’s said time is the healer of all pain,
My hope is we will be together again.

poem by Joseph Blitch
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