Submarine, I Will Be
Life is a great wide open sea
A vast ground for a wandering
Albeit, the compass notifies
The route you're heading at
It can never direct the gust
That manipulates the malleable path;
Would you be anchored or carry on?
And veracity encumber like tides
Upon the hurling waves as I muse
At the mirror of distortion
Abashedly rolling on the floor
Of undulating lacquer tiles
For it reveals the naked truth
That we can limit to incertitude
The sea gulls hovered above like kites
As the tidal floor devoured their silhouette
The fishes swam with the current
Like vessels in comatose vapidly buoyed
And they don't even know nor care
With vanity beneath their fins and wings
By the myriad of vehement eddies
I vexed myself from swallowing the ebbs
And though, I can't understand the scene
I refocused my periscope at the patios
Of blasé and opted to be a submarine
Sink, sink, sharpen your teeth and sink.
poem by Norman Santos
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A Sinking Soul
sink
sink
sink
sink
my
soul
to
sleep
at
the
bottom
of
the
dream
find
your
self
know
your
self
sink
sink
sink
m y
soul
why
are
you
so
silen t?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Ebbs That Never Err
Amidst the seafaring souls
Buoyed by the waves they sculled
A bedlam lulls maladroitly
Frothing in the sea foam ghastly,
And sinking with the cascading lights
Slapping the cold tiles to shatter,
Descending yonder in the fathoms
Where darkness fell with the unknown
Such ubiquity it possesses over the maritime
Valleys that the compass cannot navigate,
Such garrulous secrets donned in bane
That it became the dehydrating salt
In the virulent taste of drowning
And as we ferry ourselves
To a plushier verdure of land
In this éclat secrecy of irony
The phantom lurks in every splash
Pushing us through… and away too
And it promised to never err
To take us away… to and from, farcically.
We yearn to be drifted
Far away, to a clandestine place
Innocuous of the crime
In leaving a desolated land
Red handed or not, there is
A price for every vie
And the ebbs holds its vow
For those who came from
The lonelier point of vantage
That was mindlessly abandoned
For something more significant:
The price of hapless vies
The strident ebbs never err
And shall winnow him away
Farther and farther and on
Without another point to dock,
Without an aiding weight to moor,
He shall carom endlessly
Into the blight vast sea
Where memories sank and drown
And becomes the eddies
That rocks the ships,
Slaps the cold and sink
Into the dark ravine
Into ubiquity.
poem by Norman Santos
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Time~
Time waits for no one
Tick tocking itself along
Even measured seconds
Morphing into minutes
Minutes into hours
Into days, months
And, yes years;
Where did it all?
Down the drain?
Much like the water
Draining in the sink...
This sink that we call life
This sink that once held it all...
The sink, my sink, once full now empty
Down the drain
Kind of like my life;
By, Theodora Onken
November 15,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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Ping One Down
We'll return to the ocean
Ride the tide again
Taste the water, jump right in
And try to swim
So ping one down
Let it sink
Sink on down
Like heavy metal
We should take off the lotion
Let the sun shine in
Admire the holes with shaded eyes
And fry again
And ping one down
Let it sink
Sink on down
Like heavy metal
Ping one down
Let it sink
Don't ponce around
Like poor old men
Colour clean
This sterile scene
Move as we please
No use in complaining
Purify now
Saints alive
We're all deprived
Be careful what you're saying
We've been on a safari
Just collecting skin
Head to toe in camouflage
But high again
So ping one down
And let it sink
Sink on down
Like heavy metal
Colour clean
This sterile scene
Move as we please
No use in complaining
Purify now
Saints alive
We're all deprived
Be careful what you're saying
Careful what you're saying
Careful what you're saying
song performed by by Gomez
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You are into a relationship
You are on a ship
In a traveling crowd
Alone
And you look at the sea
You have no direction
And seeing you lonely
The sea says
“come into me
my love for you is boundless
my resources for you are limitless”
and you look at yourself
on a ship
you have no choice
you have nothing to lose
you take nothing with you
and you jump
into a relationship
with the sea
the sea makes love to you
you feel nothing
you sink
you sink deeper & deeper
into a relationship
and you feel
you are all wrapped
all over with its waves
your arms bound
your hands can not move
you can not help yourself anymore
you sink
you sink deeper & deeper & deeper
you see everything about the sea
the sea loves you
with all its resources
with all its love
you feel nothing
you sink
you sink deeper
you feel nothing
you are dead
you were already dead
a long long time ago
when you were
on that ship
you did not make any scream against your own shadow
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sink Your Sorrows
Look into a mirror
For there are your sorrows.
Align another one
And yes your Sorrows are compounded-
But it is artificial
As the pulse of your heart on your breath.
Sink your Sorrows through that mirror of the sea's surface,
Aligning in wave after wave
Of the moon's captivity,
And let the tides become your heart,
And the seabreeze your breath.
Sink your sorrows into the sea.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Never Tell
Hey sister, have you heard?
Some people stand like trees, without a word
And what that means is that some people dont talk.
Oh please pardon me mister.
Ya know I just didnt hear you the first time that you said that,
But now that you repeat for me, Ill be sure to do what I can.
Ya know Im going to do what I can,
Do what I can, do, do, do, do what I can.
Gonna do what I can,
Do what I can, do, do, do, do what I can,
But no more, you understand?
Oh please pardon me father.
Ya know I just didnt hear you that, that, that
That first time that you said th...
Help me, help me, help me, help me...
Repeat it, repeat it, repeat it.
Ill be sure do, do, do what I can.
Do what I can, do what I can, do, do, do, do what I can.
Gotta do what I can, do what I can, do, do, do, do what I can,
But no more, you understand?
Its of utmost importance, were dealing with volitiale substance. (4 times)
I had so much on my mind.
I was so glad when I died, oh...
Listen to me baby.
Can you keep a secret for me?
Make sure no one finds out,
Cause then the lights will go out,
And I will find you out,
And I will cut you up.
Uh hmm, dont ask me why,
Because, I said, I said, I said
Im gonna do what I can, do what I can, do, do, do, do what I can.
Gotta do what I can, do what I can, do, do, do, do what I can. (3 times)
But Ill have none of that, you understand?
Dont you know nothin? you never tell on someone. (3 times)
Dont you know nothin? you aint never going to tell on someone.
What you going to do?
Gonna turn, gonna turn rat fink?
What you wanna do?
Do want to see, do you wanna see what its like to sink?
Sink down, sink down, sink down, down, down to the bottom of the river.
Sink down, sink, sink down down.
Down, down, to the bottom of the river, sink, down sink.
Sink down, down. down, down to bottom of the river.
Sink down, sink, sink down down.
Down, down to the bottom of the river.
Dont you know no one? you never tell on someone. (3 times)
Dont you know no one? you aint never gonna tell on someone. (3 times)
Ah, ah, oh, I tell you what its like, I tell you what its like, oh.
I stood right up in the heart of hell, I never tell. (3 times)
I stood right up in the heart of hell,
Im never gonna tell, tell, tell, tell.
Im never, never, never, never gonna tell, tell, tell, tell.
Nothing, nothing, never gonna tell, tell, tell, tell.
Im never, never, never, never gonna tell, tell, tell, tell.
Nothing, nothing, never gonna tell, tell, tell, tell.
Ah...
Gordon gano: vocals, electric guitar
Brian ritchie: electric bass,vocals
Victor delorenzo: drums,vocals
Produced by mark van hecke
Recorded at secret sound studio, new york city
gorno music reprinted with permission
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Titillate The Asylum
A slow waltz of klutz feet
Stalled in the gray floor
And jaded walls, interpolating
Raddled frantic words
Siphoning the senses
Like a sapped blood
From a pierced neck
Encumbering the souls
To sleep, to rest,
But the fatigue can
Not be quelled
Bolted inside the corolla
Of petals cloaked with enigma
Butterflies shall attend to you
Gorge your skepticism
With their virulent dusts
And you will be inveigled
To sedate the blossoming
Until the petals are toppling
From the lambent withering
This is not a heraldry
So hold on to your fix
And be grotesquely
But not be ugly
Before you sink in
The gritting marquestry
Look around you:
Watch the sea gulls
Conquer the sky
Mirrored by the sea
Accidentally dividing
The feral unity;
Watch the cars go
Leaving a robust fume
To wash away their sorrows
From departing and
Cleaning their arrival;
Watch the elephants
Parade their power
Stomping on the dusts
To create motes
Of no worth
And sad fate.
Look around
Muse upon
This absolute madness.
In this sea of lonely
The waters drown
With their own depth
And as you reckon
The baffling verses
You shall sink
Inevitably
While your dreams
Are buoyed up
Splicing the lace
That tangles sanity
With subsistence,
Existence,
And quintessence.
Inject a faith
To your delusions
To abolish this
Incarcerating asylum
poem by Norman Santos
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An Orson Of The Muse
Her son, albeit the Muse's livery
And measured courtly paces rouse his taunts,
Naked and hairy in his savage haunts,
To Nature only will he bend the knee;
Spouting the founts of her distillery
Like rough rock-sources; and his woes and wants
Being Nature's, civil limitation daunts
His utterance never; the nymphs blush, not he.
Him, when he blows of Earth, and Man, and Fate,
The Muse will hearken to with graver ear
Than many of her train can waken: him
Would fain have taught what fruitful things and dear
Must sink beneath the tidewaves, of their weight,
If in no vessel built for sea they swim.
poem by George Meredith
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Vermin's Hive
A drone in my ears
Stinging, nibbling creeping
A spectroscopic existence
Do not press,
I will sink.
But if I jump
Let me sink.
Intrusive creepers
Extemporizing pain
Imbecilic brains
Why are you breathing my air?
Why am I amongst the vermin?
I feel squalid
Devoured by pity
Abort existence
Cringe. Fade away.
poem by Norman Santos
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Welcome
To dance to spin
To feel within
To spin around
With wind and ground
To touch to heal
And to reveal
To muse to think
To swim and sink
To sink and swim again
Until there's no more pain
To chant to draw
To draft some more
To paint the body
Out of nobody
To write a spirit
Unwritten seal it
To sit and eat again and again
Until there's no more pain
To make it all a lifelong sum
Welcome
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Sink Into The Underground
I can't breathe I can't get this out
Don't know and I can't explain
But I feel that I will be the only one now
Can't seem to penetrate
You can talk about the only way out
I know it's gonna get me again
Why do you have to tell me
The things you tell me
About working instantly
But I suppose that you expose and you open up one
Can't seem to penetrate
Still talking about the only way out
I know it's gonna get me again
I hope the demon doesn't dwell inside you
I know it's gonna get me again
No don't drop me now
I'll sink into the underground
I said no don't drop me now
I'll sink into the underground
Yeah
Still talking about the only way out
I know it's gonna get me again
I hope the demon doesn't dwell inside you
I know it's gonna get me again
No don't drop me now
I'll sink into the underground
Said no don't drop me now
I'll sink into the underground
No don't drop me now
I'll sink into the underground
So no don't drop me now
I'll sink into the underground
Yeah
song performed by by Cky from Infiltrate - Destroy - Rebuild
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Net Of Fate
Under the rolling waves
Of the mighty sea
The fishes
That were darting
To and fro
Till the last minute
With no inkling
Of what the future held
Are unawares
Caught
In the fisherman's net!
Over this sprawling earth
The men
Dive
Now in the sea of happiness
With love and hope
Sink
Then in the ocean of grief
With a tear and fear
Unaware of the net
In the hands of fate.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Let Your Soul Sink In
I have a pad and pen
where to start, where to end?
Just pick it up,
and begin.
Let your soul sink in,
Let the words freely fly,
write with passion, touch the sky.
Write with red, the color of love,
write for the angels from above.
Close your eyes, imagine things,
let your thoughts grow special wings.
You have a pad and pen
where to start, where to end?
Just pick it up,
and begin.
Let your soul sink in,
Let your soul sink in!
poem by Marius Alexandru (14 December 2020)
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The Great Escape
with cardboard paper wire and string
he fashioned a pair of Angels wings
and strapped them on with cellotape
then poised to make his great escape
but wobbled at the very brink
and crashed to the floor
by the kitchen-sink
the ethereal spirit
was clearly gin
and they found his soul
in the pedal-bin
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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The sun and seas a jolly cast?
The sun and seas a jolly cast
As is the sail tied to the mast
And those laggards anchored
Without a future or a past…
Who are they to sink then?
To the bottom of a glass
Without the lowly courage
To weigh anchor, outclass…
Them that is first and last
The oceans fleet of stars.
Who are they to sink then?
Lower than the rank of Czars.
…Should, they not sail the seas
That storm and rage.
Hold—strait the tiller, helmsman
Waves beat my breast a sage!
"God be their maiden-voyage
All in him find harbor.
Set sail loathsome, wreckage!
Oar thy soul to him thy savior".
poem by Mark Heathcote
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this will be confrontational
life-size views of grimy bathrooms -
a glimpse of a toilet,
a window,
and a shower pan,
or of a bathroom sink
In the last, he plays tricks with perspective
kind and gentle
i, stand before the fictive sink;
the mirror returning my image,
i see the blank tile wall behind me,
as if i had become invisible
your expectations
at once dislocated and defeated
how can you paint
a confrontation like this?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tell-Tale Mirror
The tundra of its metal sheet
Spreads farther than you think
Just look away from your own eyes
Lean both hands on your sink
And look at the reflective waves
Of depth upon the door
The doorknob, and the lighting
And the blood upon the floor
poem by Sasha Ioffine
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Tell-Tale Mirror
The tundra of its metal sheet
Spreads farther than you think
Just look away from your own eyes
Lean both hands on your sink
And look at the reflective waves
Of depth upon the door
The doorknob, and the lighting
And the blood upon the floor
poem by Sasha Ioffine
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Undone
I'm me
Me be
Goddamn
I am
I can
Sing and
Hear me
Know me
If you want to destroy my sweater
Pull this thread as I walk away
Oh no
It go
It gone
Bye-Bye (Bye!)
Who I
I think
I sink
and I die
If you want to destroy my sweater
Pull this thread as I walk away (as I walk away)
Watch me unravel ill soon be naked
Lying on the floor, lying on the floor
I've come undone
If you want to destroy my sweater
Pull this thread as I walk away
Watch me unravel i'll soon be naked
Lying on the floor, lying on the floor
Ive come undone
I don't want to destroy your tank-top
Let's be friends and just walk away
Hate to see you lyin' there in your Superman skivvies
Lying on the floor, I've come undone
song performed by by Weezer
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