Incarceration
I have lost my dexterous hands,
My impenetrable iron eyes,
And the harried sly of my smile,
For all superfluous shards of heaven
Encapsulated in an esoteric creed
Of vying regardless; a hunger
For vindication in its uttermost
Despicable context, more apt
A regardless vying;
When I woke up garroted
By the juxtaposed malaise in my bed
That I am a tatterdemalion maudlin
Incarcerated by the mendacity
Of false-hopes and sedative truths
And seized by the sleeper cell
Of the all-pervading pervert:
Harsh veracity, I knew I am
Forever and alone;
A precarious curse of solitariness
And there is no reservation
For recuperation, for convalesce
I lost everything I had
When I had realized,
I never had at all.
poem by Norman Santos
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Run From Malaise
Run from malaise.
That vague sense,
Of lost vitality.
Don't let the chase of malaise,
Quicken with a pace,
That fades away your energy.
Run from malaise quickly!
And insist it does not exist.
Once malaise becomes recognized,
Difficult it is to resist.
Since malaise has a way of staying around.
With no getting rid of it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Forever In Blue
When she walked into the room
I felt her move me
I saw her eyes
They went right through me
Just one look I was forever in blue
In a spell of her embrace
Just for a moment
I was the one, caught in the moment
I knew, yes, right then I knew
Two hearts, reach for each other
Once chance, shes like no other
Im lost, lost in the dream of you
cause its true oh
Im forever, forever in blue
In a fantasy of my anticipation
I knew there was no consolation
I knew, oh I knew
And on the night she told me that
She had another
I was broken by the truth
I discovered, I knew oh I knew
Two hearts, reach for each other
Once chance, shes like no other
Im lost, lost in the dream of you
cause its true oh
Im forever, forever in blue... in blue
Believe me girl, I tried not to call
But here I am once again, yes once again
Beside you, with my hands on the wall
Two hearts, reach for each other
Once chance, shes like no other
Im lost, lost in the dream of you
Those two hearts, reach for each other
Once chance, shes like no other
Im lost, lost in the dream of you
cause its true oh
Im forever, forever in blue
song performed by by Journey
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Death Tolls Imperceptibly
I could feign a brazen smile contorted from corruption
Or paint my face with a grotesque façade so you envisage
A one man band of harlequinade unstained of demarcation
Better yet, I will reduce into a glassine veneer and divulge
The eczemas sweltering inside the mechanism of affectation
But what good will it be when the heart is an autumn garage?
I, in solitude, could vie for vindication in blithe and blinded hope
And sublimate this loneliness to become my woebegone impetus
But in between the torsion of times of my harried sleep, a slope
Of pervading veracity swoons for my capitulation and unloose
The wisp of the evanescence of my feint of blasé and mope
Whilst, loneliness itself remained immortally acrimonious
Farcically, I veer to shun the promenading circus and impose
Satisfaction and wrangle to outrun the pawned pangs of solitude
Shorn between two opposing pillars I have lost my sole repose
In my silence, I holler and wail in unfathomable magnitude
To stranger's bolted ears and to haul me out and keep me close
Before I thaw in this havoc amidst despondence and incertitude
poem by Norman Santos
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For Sybella
In the blind corner of a slope
Mellifluously painted by her lips
And the crow claws clinging
Into the vividness of her orbits
Was a clandestine damsel
With lithe hands that dangles
Lifelessly for a valiant knight
To fill in the vacant spaces
Of the latticing jocund events
And the silence spoke of so many things
Like the yawning of her ocean's tides
Calling in an esoteric plea
For somebody to arrive naked
From a face, a name,
A myriad of promises,
But a soul made of amber and warmth
Holding a key to the ethereal
Impasse of consistent forever.
In the corners of her rooms,
Weaving a blanket with yarns
To fondle and embrace
The crying maudlin in the nights
Of vying for the rise of the sun
Ornately entangling the strings
And it pulled back to ail
Tightly in her skin of snow
Melting in the ubiquitous summer
But never losing its mistral curse,
Extemporizing gaiety and anguish
To people with cellars for ears
And thieves for hearts
Touching the emptiness
From the belly to the heart
And gorging it with abandonment,
Fueling resentment.
Sybella, the lady of secrets
Have you heard the sun singing
For the warm flight of canaries?
Is it futile?
Do not fall in blind rile.
poem by Norman Santos
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Feels Like Heaven
All through my wandering years
I always said I was biding my time
But alone in the dark Id face my fears
That no other heart would come to mine
At first when you found me
It took me a while til I realized
Why I felt weak when you were around me
Why I couldnt speak when I looked in your eyes
All this time Ive been searching
Until you, I was lost in my dreams
And I never knew that love could feel like heaven
Watching over me
Oh wherever you go
Invisible hands reach over the miles
For every wish you make to the stars
Theres one silent kiss I send to the sky
All this time Ive been searching
Until you I was lost in my dreams
And I never knew that love could feel like heaven
Watching over me
Everything has changed
Since you came my way
cause you put the color
In a world of grey
And you make the love
That carries me away
All this time Ive been searching
Until you I was lost in my dreams
And I never knew that love could feel like heaven
Watching over me
Feels like heaven
Watching over me
song performed by by Peter Cetera
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Escalator
It was one of those bountiful days
Where a minuscule latency of silence
Could mean the void of everything;
The toppling of the fortress' pillars,
The infringement of the rosary beads,
The rapine of the cheapest hope
That you had found in someone else's pocket,
The kiss of a dying cigarette bud,
Or the burning end of the cigarette bud,
The last page of a novel and its woebegone demise,
Or the solitariness amidst the buckling jovial nights
It was one of those plundering days,
When I can see the violent waves
Palming the swaying bay, seizing the dock
Beating endlessly the benumbed shores
And I see it amongst the swarming populace,
In the slow hands of the hasty clock,
In the precarious streets and highways,
Even in the lull of classroom deliberations,
And my throat smothers with a torrid
Sensation from the cleaving caveat;
The arrival of the night of thieves
In superfluous arms clambering
From the insipidness of the air
Coiled in a snake's repose, geared up to strike
And pilfer the lustful shards of infinity
In my translucent veins and replace it
With the stale venom of impasse
And it was one of those rueful days,
Where I would crawl with the shuddering
And I slam the drift to be drawn to the corner
Of a sublime (and feigned) escalation
Where the seraphs unfold their wings
And the cherubs stifled blathering
And repress the things jabbing my ribs
By pressing all the buttons of the escalator
And delaying the setting of the moon,
And the pluvial toll of the scorching rain,
And defeat the rancid alcohol limit
For I am a bulimic drinker!
Quaffing the virulent pool of ecstasy!
And it was one of those days,
Where the vying would have to pinch respite
For the nights could no longer expand
And the chorus of the carousels sojourn
When the feigned lacquer smile bends
Then I shall halt my breathing and swallow
The serrated fragments of the glassine escalator
When it had hit the ceiling and the stringent string ruptures
Free falling in the unfathomable abyss
Of the escalator sequestered from escalation.
poem by Norman Santos
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Love (All Over The World)
unheard of love was dreaming inside her hair
the facts of life and me were screaming
i wasn't there
so we took upon myself to swallow
what i should see
and if the world should beg to follow
i'd disagree
we took her head outside and waited
until the rain
called all the dreams anticipated
and never came
she held him in her arms you wondered
is it to be
is love an everlasting thunder
or are we
are we lost forever
are we lost forever
lost forever
are we lost forever
are we lost forever
lost forever
unseen of worlds existing
inside the waves
of all unfolding in the mystery
in secret ways
the dreams are all becoming clearer
the clouds are green
is any way a wee bit nearer
or are we
are we lost forever
are we lost forever
are we lost forever
are we lost forever
lost forever
are we lost forever
are we lost forever
are we in lust forever
lost forever
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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Lost Forever
Unheard of love was dreaming inside her hair
The facts of life and me were screaming
I wasnt there
So we took upon myself to swallow
What I should see
And if the world should beg to follow
Id disagree
We took her head outside and waited
Until the rain
Called all the dreams anticipated
And never came
She held him in her arms you wondered
Is it to be
Is love an everlasting thunder
Or are we
Are we lost forever
Are we lost forever
Lost forever
Are we lost forever
Are we lost forever
Lost forever
Unseen of worlds existing
Inside the waves
Of all unfolding in the mystery
In secret ways
The dreams are all becoming clearer
The clouds are green
Is any way a wee bit nearer
Or are we
Are we lost forever
Are we lost forever
Are we lost forever
Are we lost forever
Lost forever
Are we lost forever
Are we lost forever
Are we in lust forever
Lost forever
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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Smiling And Driving
someone called me something despicable
and then someone showed me his finger
and then someone glared at me
and then someone yelled something unpleasant
and then someone exploded into a ball of rage
and then someone kept honking profanities
and all i did was smile at them.
i had a silly smile on my face.
and everything they said
and everything they did
lost venom
and lost their barbs and lost their sting
and lost their heat and lost their daggers
and lost their way and lost their relevance.
because when i smiled,
i disallowed them the pleasure to hurt me.
insults become insults
only if i open the door and let them in.
as long as i keep the door closed,
and keep my smile going,
insults are nothing but useless sound energy.
keep smiling. enjoy driving.
poem by Prathap Suthan
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Still As A Clock
When will the lacquer veneer erode with
Serrated shards of your jubilant complacence?
The Walls of Troy shouting an echolalia
Of somnabulistic susurrations usurping
The harried ego vying in barricaded seams,
Still finagles its claws on the svelte frame
Of my despondent shoulders and the burden
Is etched deeply into the collar bones, strangulated
By the vines of your leisurely blooming garden
Where time sinks into the hollow void,
And strings of icicles soused in fire,
Forbidden memories sprawls like the dermis
Of the passing season's contingency,
And words fluttered like innocuous paper planes
Winnowed by heaving breaths of serendipity
And pummeled by the soft drizzles of verity
Tarnishing the frangible papyrus into the salient
Turbulence of malignant clouts of veracity
When will you arrive like the sun rise
Before you leave like the setting sun?
Dispose the vicissitude's blithe
With the inert plummets of life.
When will you leave like the shadows
Looming in the patios of the nights
And shudder in the vivid throws
Of fire balls and gospel songs?
When will your height reveal the distance
And the depths of the cognizance
Slapping the macadamized ignorance?
When will the engulfing calls
Die with the siren's songs?
When will the sirens drown
Along with the harried frowns?
I'm here, still as a clock
Futilely meandering.
poem by Norman Santos
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Garden Of Drudgery
My vicious skies disengaging the exiguous quasars
To thaw the soldering frost-mourn aloft inside
And the maudlin with a frozen brook in a jar
Drowned with shriveled legs from the labyrinthine stride
Now, above head is a mirror of the vast sea
Of people feigning their sedative bliss for agonies
And abortive sorrows propelled in the chalcedony
Sinking everything in a valley of roses and drudgery
Come, lay with me and muse as the albino sun
Scull its superfluous fingers to sine the parliament
Of hostile macabre breaths debauching the wan
And pointless toiling to own or keep the firmament
In the brambly floor of this frowned vale
We shall lacerate to bleed out the vying soul
Until our skin can feel no more, our bones so frail
Shall not break no more, and we will be the lips of the hole
In this garden of drudgery, fluttering with the plucked petals
Everything is painted with the darkest golderfloes
The nadirs are preempted fluent in stains of the vestal
And walls are mightier than the bridges' tows
For the plethora of flowers brew a puissant redolence
That vexes the quintessence of a mystified vagabond
The strings of aromatic auspicious few is now in valence
With treacherous taste of cyanide flaming to abscond
poem by Norman Santos
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Iron Eyes
Divulge yourself in my language
Speak of forked tongues that can masticate
Imagery with psychedelic blades
And swallow these swords so you can tell me
That I have eyes of iron
That I am blind but I can pretend to believe
That I can perceive in full colors
From sapphire, to eau-du-nil, to claret
And if you are malleable enough
To sink in my impermeability
And nibble on my waxing vision
Then I will permit you, in my elbow to my anteroom
Suffice enough to fracture my vision
And enrapture my eyes of iron
My eyes that can decipher decoys
My vision that can perforate veils and halos
I would gladly fall in a slumber
And in acquiescence I shall fumble
To bolt my callous eyes
And dwell within the perimeter
Of your coherent liminalities
Seasoned of pseudo-animosity
The facile art blotted of acrimony
May be adequate to coerce valiancy
Whenever, we could go now
To anywhere but the down town
Where everyone knows who we are
How we are damned and surmised to expire
Lead me down the Mediterranean Gulf
A sanctuary in the grazing sea
And I can ponder inside your bountiful fingers
Of callas that would cloy my cellars
And though we cannot swim
We would be buoyed by our belief
That we have feet of street lamps
That blaze aglow so no one would trample
If we pretend like lovers lost in time
Could we hold the sun perched in burning leaves
Of ivories and ebonies, of a tatterdemalion gypsy?
In daylight, I would feign that I can see
The words coming out the mouth
Of angry clocks and compasses
And I would curse like a sphinx
To live with you forever at the fringe
We'll pretend like black suited agents
Sheathing a pistol and a plan
To find fate and kill serendipity
And create something out of dark alleys
I would run whilst you walk
For you walk too fast
Perhaps, to leave all behind
Perhaps, there's something you're trying to find
But in gasping breaths
I would keep with your selfish pace
And I would keep you in askance
With the dark corner of my crumpled eyes
Juxtaposed each other like mutual towers
Are these orbits of hefty balconies
Unswerving eyes of flimsy convictions
I would vie for another vision
Of our galvanized liaison
That had transpired in my phantasms
And absconded through veracity
And left me with pallid assumptions
Of a fatal life line
That I wanted to preserve
As we traverse the phosphorescent shore
And trample in the city streets
In an ethereal living
Where we would never have to go home
For home is in our seams
Wandering with our dreams
But I have iron eyes;
Eyes solely to embellish
And all the things that it can perceive
Are those in a parcel ground
A land of voracious reveries
And all it failed to hold
Are things vagrantly unfolded
Right before these iron shackles
I have gone astray
Too far, too long, I have been away
But no one knows
And no one cares, anyway
Iron eyes, sleep pensively
With your dreams in a hearse
A cavalcade of whimsy notes
Remember what you are: iron eyes.
poem by Norman Santos
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The Making of a Prince I: I Named Her Sybella
A strident silence speared
Through a long famished alley,
A turgid hymn of air swooned
Reeking of sapid quandaries,
That was when I caught her breath
Asphyxiating from the cacophony
That her pensive hands whittled
In a callow toil to defy
The sequester of the sea and sky;
Vying to taut a prissy wry
The verve in her eyes, unseeing
The veins in her hands, clogged
The plethora of colors in her skin
Thaws in a concoction—a melancholia
She knelt in a prayer, weeping
Before adamant caryatids, fringing
Her horizon, it was hers,
I windwalked and trespassed
Her veil of secrecy, profoundly
Bore her my eyes, empathically
I desire to tell her of bliss—
How it lingers around and about
For those who desire it, but
I saw the cairn and candles
She tussled and endeavored:
A grave for all her hopes,
And for all my words, hushed
I picked her up like a blossom
Drifted from her garden and
I knew I know not to speak
To tell her that I know her
For her eyes was a sleeping mirror
And it shines and lust and sheen
I knew her, I knew her
And I named her after her:
"Sybella, The Lady of Secrets"
One of my elusive triumphs
For I have conquered
A vacuous space
Of a gilded heart.
poem by Norman Santos
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Holes In The Tapestry
Like a maudlin brooding
yarns unwoven for the bones
exhumed from the cold stones
I confabulate with the night
and her ashen moiré locks
falling like strings unfettered
from her enigmatic bleakness
fingers interlacing, knotting
vying for the lost linkage
of the sequestered nocturnes
And there is nothing more alone
in rivaling loneliness
stuck in a crossroad of footsteps
chasing their tapping heels
and the slithering pavement
only coiled to a vertigo
of ribald blatancy unfolded
from the clutters of perchance
The firmament was palled
by the melanin of the vesper
and holes rifted like cuts
bleeding abashedly
The pallor of the stars
yearned for the incendiary
but the flame is gone
with all the misgivings
The starshine beaming
on the silvered sifting,
scouring upon the sieves
tilling the sanguinary land
The yarn ends here
its ends forever lost
in a labyrinthine knot
(not a lasso to return,
not a lace to wove more,
just a noose and a garrison
suspended in multitudes)
gripping the heart
asphyxiating the chances
there is not a chance for revival
because we are the architects -
we are our ruptures
and festooned raptures
and the blame for every
hole in our tapestry.
poem by Norman Santos
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Bahar
I lost everything during my sleep
Shouted, cried, and wept
I couldn't save, everything swept
Yes, it was 29th October, Monday
My kid lost their mother
Sisters lost their sister
Brothers lost their sister
Father lost her beloved daughter
It was the mid of the day
Bright light was shining on sky
For me Darkness Everywhere
When I woke up from my slumber
She slept forever
Left me alone,
Alone forever on this earth.
poem by Aftab Alam Khursheed
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Lost in Today
I’m lost in a handheld time
Lost in a time of top notch cell phones and laptops.
I’m lost in a time of chaos
Lost in a time of too much homework, too many sports, and not enough sleep.
I’m lost within a race
Lost amidst the fast paced hustle of getting into a good college.
I’m lost in the scheme of things
Lost in the constant pressure of what I’m going to do after high school.
I’m lost and I can’t find my way out
Lost and sinking fast.
I’m quickly losing myself to time
As forever paces on and on.
Sarah Riley
poem by Elisa Riley
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Lost in everything
Lost in thought
lost in pain
lost in fear
that you can never retain!
Lost in trouble
lost in grief
lost in heartbreak
that you can never relief!
Lost in sorrow
lost in death
lost in misery
That you can never refresh!
Lost in life
lost in words
lost in everything
That you can never return!
Lost in chaos
lost in peace
lost in burdens
that you can never release!
Because these are the things
we think and feel
through the good and the bad
It's a forever done deal!
poem by Katarina Bowman
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Little Roland Lost
Im lost, Im lost, find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
He wondered too far now
He is lost and lonely
Little roland all alone
Cause he cant find his way
Wish I was home in the arms of my mom
Shes the one to protect me
But here I am in the woods by myself
Wont somebody find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
I see a path maybe this is the way
That leads to safety
No just a dead end leading to nowhere
Wont somebody find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
Little roland see your field eyes
Little legs running wildly
Comes the night, strange noises
Guess hes lost forever
Im lost, Im lost, find me
Im lost, Im lost, find me
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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~Lost~
lost why must i be
lost in this wicked world i see
lost in this society, why me
blinded by the evil visions i see
lost in the dark of the devil
if there were i would be lost on the highest level
why must i be lost in the dreams of mine
but its all real now that i realized
lost lost lost
thats the definition of mine.
poem by Demarcus C. Parker
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Lost you, lost everything
Lost you, lost everything,
Lost the dream for being your forever,
Lost my each kind of feeling.
Lost your love, lost happiness,
Lost in loneliness, lost being mild,
Lost you, lost even how to express.
Lost you somewhere, finding here and there,
Lost my love But could not find you,
Lost you and feeling just despair.
Lost my peer - I lost my peer!
Lost you, lost everything,
Lost you, please tell! where are you dear?
poem by Tanveer Sharma
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