Surmised Afflictions
Crossing your path involves
immersing my cicatrizing wounds
into the saline ether of your
florid motions, generous inflections
and disentangling my limbs
to swim and dock unto your feet
to be jeopardized and be rejected
Because the exodus of this tragedy
is an expostulating pathos
where nothing dares to sink
like ghosts basked in the evisceration
of our long surmised afflictions
That is why before I hear
another mellifluous promise
I am colluding my woes and rues
to immolate myself
into the pyre of desolation
and my ashes will glide like
petals adrift the tempest
or dead fishes in the currents
This unleashed wretchedness
throws me into my cage -
my iniquitous den of eternal
scavenging for felled stars,
ravaging in the dark like how
you sculled a billion sea
to assail double edged climates
to devour me in your fathoms
until drowning was surmised
my favorite onslaught
poem by Norman Santos
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The Beginning To Every End
I'll never understand why
I have been saved from the squall
Against the mellifluous beating of the tides
I reckoned of the unthinkable
The ocean sang its master plan
And the gale called your names
While I stood, left unmoored
Hands tightly curled on the oars
Without any defense, the sea
That we conquered, conquered you
I knew, like a beautiful climate
It would pass uncommitted
But I never have surmised
The inclement weather brought
By the saline resurging
And the obfuscation in the sea
Dazed my maps and memory
I rivaled the weather
Until I was threadbare
As hapless as a paper boat
Winding in the funneling stream
Decaying with every advance
We struggled and contended
But it seems that the beginning
Was the only place I was needed
And when all was recuperated
The sea defenestrated my part
And sculled new contours and waves
To begin its cold and stark end
But I will not be unheeded
As I effaced my own memories
And in this fray we splinter
Our own monoliths
And they tarnish them in me
As I tarnish me in them
The sea beckoned finally
And all is drowned
In a vertiginous demise.
poem by Norman Santos
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Broken Constellations
Days stretched
but its light kept waning
until the pallor is the same
with a dead star's flame -
a prostrate miasma
of saudade iridescence
that only divulges
in beleaguered musings
and I wonder
if I am the only one
who can see its gossamer fractions
and the only one inveigled
by its fecundated vacuum
Somewhere,
in this prostrate flummox
of a fulminating constellation
our eyes opened
into different horizons
Your furtive vision
basked in the quiescence
of star-spangled oceans
measuring its depth
and usurping the reflection
and the resplendence of this
emporium of modest afflictions
stifles the echolalia
of a quasar's scream
I remain suspended
steadfast to my ponderous insularity
played by godly tethers
of delinquent abandons
stifling with frantic inflections
as the doors of the galaxies
revolved in a riveted motion
and in this eternal frame
of constant recuperation
from constant withering
you are ubiquitous amongst
the broken constellations
The universe wouldn't halt
for our subtle rupture
but the fusillade rages on
while you resigned into your aurora
and a bereavement ailed
cicatrizing with the superfluity
of my blackholes' etudes.
poem by Norman Santos
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Ghosts of the Deep
Ghosts of the deep,
How awkward you swim,
When attacks are made to fishes,
And they are finished by sea-men
Who sit on the sea, where the fish swim.
Ghosts of the deep,
Why does sinning happen
In the sea of tranquillity?
Where there is war and sharking,
War and death, for all of the sea.
Ghosts of the deep,
When does the ship see
The murder and the theft?
It is you - the massive ghost of the deep ocean
In the war of Pacific Ocean.
poem by Naveed Akram
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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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Surmised Garden
How true and astounding was your soft laugh,
how smooth and flawlessly you beckoned,
but it was an edge of sword above our luck,
and it was a riddance, a death toll, that echoed.
Surmised garden ideally, shed rose blossoms,
so we attended all of this, a memory of glow,
because my feelings reached for your emotions,
and cried as my steepers in, allowed of the flow.
Frontal of heart, a crucifix, became a blunt cry,
of those stingers that once convinced us to abide,
in a sweet eternity, in stable skies and strive,
and it was a promise of a Nyx, our unguarded pride.
Bouquet of myrtle, you offered me, a rain's drops
a close exploded lightning became our symbol,
for ever after we molded words, our souls force,
and it was your dominion the clouds of your idol.
Dominion of altitudes in an immense of heights,
where we emit eternally, outside of any horde,
to love the alliteration of worlds never surmised,
and it was your smiling my soul's alone world.
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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The Drab Splendor Of A Gargoyle
The dark came generously
with storm-troubled wings
The stars are all quelled
and the wind hangs purposelessly
There is a streak of verdigris
on the cicatrizing vault
A corolla of change dangles,
a shifting moon unfolds
and my imposition remained
a lackluster glacial metal
The weather was still as gold
and voracious as greedy kings
the crooked hands of the day
basked in luxurious rendezvous
Whilst I dreamed in hues of gray
weaving poems to the blasé moon
stitching the tatterdemalion tapestry
that mantled the ailing wounds
I found myself waiting
in front of a riddling mirror
with words unspoken off
If you knock, it will echo
If you burst, it will find tempo
My penetralium convalesced
nauseated from a peremptory vertigo
and my wallflower's petals
are paper-thin no more
thorns spangled its sleep
because it will never uncurl
under the searchlight's whim
I picked the felled letters
harried by the erratic gyration
of the ponderous atmosphere
I watched it turn to ash
as lips burned from their harangue
but the lions remain asleep
with the phantoms of their dens
and everything passed by
with deaf-mute miscalculations
To slur in the banquet
of manifold palettes
is a one-way ticket
for a subtle gargoyle
watching cold fountains
rise and fall, dance and topple
and on the gray clouds
lambently walk without
leaving scars and without
knotting prostate ties
Tonight, I rivet back
into the walls of my cathedral -
A pivoting turret that hisses
for the giant's intimidations.
poem by Norman Santos
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Exodus
Get on board our silver sun
This is noah's arc
In the year 2001
Up in heaven's park.
Exodus, we go to another world.
Exodus, foundation a better world.
Journey of discovery.
From this world of ours.
Flying to a new home in the stars.
Exodus, into the future
Another world, we fly away.
Exodus, into the dawn of
A better world, another day.
Exodus, a new horizon
Another world we've just begun
Exodus, we face tomorrow
A better world, another sun.
Exodus, we go to another world.
Exodus, foundation a better world.
Sailing through the universe
Near the speed of light
Planet earth is blue and out of sight.
Exodus, into the future
Another world, we fly away.
Exodus, into the dawn of
A better world, another day.
Exodus, a new horizon
Another world we've just begun
Exodus, we face tomorrow
A better world, another sun.
Get on board our silver sun
This is noah's arc
In the year 2001
Up in heaven's park.
Exodus
Exodus
Exodus
Exodus
Exodus, a new dimension
Another world, we've just begun
Exodus, we face tomorrow
A better world, another sun.
Exodus, we face tomorrow
A better world, another sun.
Exodus, a new horizon...
3rd, unreleased verse:
There'll be no technology
On this new-found land
Nature's peace without the touch of man
song performed by by Boney M.
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Double Crossing Time
(by john mayall and eric clapton)
Its a mean old scene when it comes to double crossing time.
Its a mean old scene when it comes to double crossing time.
When you think you got good buddies, they will spin around and cheat you blind.
Double crossing man is mean, he will try to make it so you lose.
Double crossing man, he will try to make it so you lose.
Youll fill your mind with worry, you know he hurt me with the blues.
song performed by by Enigma
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Double Crossing Time
By john mayall and eric clapton
Its a mean old scene when it comes to double crossing time.
Its a mean old scene when it comes to double crossing time.
When you think you got good buddies, they will spin around and cheat you blind.
Double crossing man is mean, he will try to make it so you lose.
Double crossing man, he will try to make it so you lose.
Youll fill your mind with worry, you know he hurt me with the blues.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Exodus (Noah's Ark 2001)
Get on board our silver sun
This is noahs arc
In the year 2001
Up in heavens park.
Exodus, we go to another world.
Exodus, foundation a better world.
Journey of discovery.
From this world of ours.
Flying to a new home in the stars.
Exodus, into the future
Another world, we fly away.
Exodus, into the dawn of
A better world, another day.
Exodus, a new horizon
Another world weve just begun
Exodus, we face tomorrow
A better world, another sun.
Exodus, we go to another world.
Exodus, foundation a better world.
Sailing through the universe
Near the speed of light
Planet earth is blue and out of sight.
Exodus, into the future
Another world, we fly away.
Exodus, into the dawn of
A better world, another day.
Exodus, a new horizon
Another world weve just begun
Exodus, we face tomorrow
A better world, another sun.
Get on board our silver sun
This is noahs arc
In the year 2001
Up in heavens park.
Exodus
Exodus
Exodus
Exodus
Exodus, a new dimension
Another world, weve just begun
Exodus, we face tomorrow
A better world, another sun.
Exodus, we face tomorrow
A better world, another sun.
Exodus, a new horizon...
3rd, unreleased verse:
Therell be no technology
On this new-found land
Natures peace without the touch of man
song performed by by Boney M.
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Bad Picture
this long tongue of the salamander
catching a fly
and perhaps regretting the taste
throws it out
but with long time hunger
regrets again and throws its tongue
to take back
the double dead fly.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Drowning
Everything is so complex
Everyday is like a test full of opsticals
That almost seem impossible
And I'm thinking just another breath not a minute left.
How long have I been drinking?
Pass the glass pint hit the flash light now break it.
People say I'm a star but I still think ill never make it.
And I'm thinking just another prayer not a second left.
I feel there's something missing
Sometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me when all the answers I see go around me.
Am I drowning?
Am I fading away?
OR am I living up to all your dreams that made me this way?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
I've been to hell and back looking for the answers to life.
Looking at myself trying to get things right.
And I'm feeling just another breath not a minute left.
I feel the darkness lifting.
There was a time
That I questioned if Id ever be alright.
Running getting high staying trapped by sleepless nights.
And I'm thinking just another breath not a minute left.
I feel there's something missing.
I'm running from myself and all the things I don't like.
Living every night like it's the last night.
And I'm thinking just another prayer not a second left.
I need to stop resisting.
Sometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me when all the answers I see go around me.
Am I drowning?
Am I fading away?
OR am I living up to all your dreams that made me this way?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.
Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.
Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.
Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Sometimes I hate that chaos surrounds me when all the answers I see go around me.
Am I drowning?
Am I fading away?
OR am I living up to all your dreams that made me this way?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Am I drowning?
Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.
Drowning in the drama lost in the lies trapped by the currents of life caught in the rip tides.
song performed by by Crazy Town
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Thessaloniki
Who would that be with the scaled tail?
A Gorgon maybe, or a Medusa?
A precognition of a roughened wild sea,
a challenge to any nautilus wail,
or a dithering of a lonely soul's plea?
She raises her hand to grasp of the side,
your boat's that edges away, breast rail,
she woes to thee to adherent abide,
your empty soul's anxiety's lone trail,
many that tried to disclaim her - died.
It could be a mermaid that wanders
on every ship's route or path surmised
to ask of how her dear brother died
and she, her once royal pretty fingers
lifts, to ask: Is king Alexander alive?
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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And She Is Left To Face The End Alone
She's lost the dearest love she has ever known
And now she has to face the end alone
Her only daughter's ashes gone to sea
But of others she doesn't need their sympathy.
A bright and lucid woman for her years
For her dead daughter she has shed many tears
She wept when there was no one there to see
And now of hurtful sorrow she feels free.
She feel glad that she has lived to see another Spring
To hear again the white backed magpie sing
And see the yellow flowers on wattle tree
And hear the grey thrush pipe his melody.
Her daughter's ashes borne miles away
By the sea currents from Port Phillip bay
And Thelma like old soldier soldier on
And all her childhood friends long dead and gone.
A braver or wiser woman I've not known
And she is left to face the end alone
Her only daughter's ashes gone to sea
But of others she doesn't seek their sympathy.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The possibility of victory must be there in tragedy. Where pathos rules, where pathos is finally derived, a character has fought a battle he could not possibly have won. The pathetic is achieved when the protagonist is, by virtue of his witlessness, his insensitivity, or the very air he gives off, incapable of grappling with a much superior force. Pathos truly is the mode for the pessimist. But tragedy requires a nicer balance between what is possible and what is impossible. And it is curious, although edifying, that the plays we revere, century after century, are the tragedies. In them, and in them alone, lies the belief — optimistic, if you will, in the perfectibility of man.
quote by Arthur Miller
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Venice Drowning
Venice breathing, shiny shoe mirrors of sex and violence,
In the purple evening silence, venice dreaming of a partner.
Fill your arms with breasts of marble, from the cradle to the table
Coax this naked treasure, from your saviour.
Come swim into my love
Come swim into my life
Divine blasphemer tempting, holly beads of jism
With a scarlet catechism, her lips will answer
(ah, her lips will answer)
How to be, the perfect stranger, the perfect lover - wanting
And as youll discover - giving, and as youll discover - being.
Come swim into my love
Come swim into my life
Enter this sublime corrosion
Venice drowning in emotion
-
(the body stirs, and is reanimated, only briefly,
But then life is very brief)
(come swim into my life)
(come swim into my life)
(ah-ahh ah-ah ah-ah-whoo heyyey)
Venice drowning!
Venice drowning!
Venice drowning!
Venice drowning!
Venice drowning!
Venice drowning! (slowly disappearing..)
Venice drowning! (slowly disappearing..)
Venice drowning! (slowly disappearing..)
Venice drowning!.... (slowly disappearing..)
song performed by by Duran Duran
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I Know
She's out there
Heart beating
Like the wings of a bird.
For me.
Sent by Aphrodite
I heard
Her symphony
- Winging through the ether
As her fragrance lingers long.
A million stars beneath her
She pours out our secret song.
Truly
Only in moonlight glow
Do I feel.
I know
It's real.
Her kiss
Would heal the scars where I bled
When bells rang in my head.
Would cut the thread where I hung
Above abyss.
To drown in bliss
In her arms.
Where all hope had clung.
Her smile
That lights a butterscotch sky
Ignites
Dark stars that drift by.
Healing me from afar
Her promise I keep in a jar.
Her touch
An electric breeze
So softly, I sink to my knees.
And smell the jasmine of her hair.
Sounds of our love
Echo somewhere
I know.
poem by Kevin East
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The Wandering Jew's Soliloquy
Is it the Eternal Triune, is it He
Who dares arrest the wheels of destiny
And plunge me in the lowest Hell of Hells?
Will not the lightning's blast destroy my frame?
Will not steel drink the blood-life where it swells?
No—let me hie where dark Destruction dwells,
To rouse her from her deeply caverned lair,
And, taunting her cursed sluggishness to ire,
Light long Oblivion's death-torch at its flame
And calmly mount Annihilation's pyre.
Tyrant of Earth! pale Misery's jackal Thou!
Are there no stores of vengeful violent fate
Within the magazines of Thy fierce hate?
No poison in the clouds to bathe a brow
That lowers on Thee with desperate contempt?
Where is the noonday Pestilence that slew
The myriad sons of Israel's favoured nation?
Where the destroying Minister that flew
Pouring the fiery tide of desolation
Upon the leagued Assyrian's attempt?
Where the dark Earthquake-daemon who engorged
At the dread word Korah's unconscious crew?
Or the Angel's two-edged sword of fire that urged
Our primal parents from their bower of bliss
(Reared by Thine hand) for errors not their own
By Thine omniscient mind foredoomed, foreknown?
Yes! I would court a ruin such as this,
Almighty Tyrant! and give thanks to Thee--
Drink deeply—drain the cup of hate; remit this--I may die.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Metaphors
Your hills poised with intimate enigma -
A looming sphinx counting riddles
that remains unwritten, unspoken
and it can only ardently neglect
the ululations of the mountain bison
or the petulant howling wind-cuts
proposed by vagrant eagles
festering your sun's golden horns
because yonder the taut distance
your cerulean sea slumbers soundly
placid with her sober serenades -
A desolation more saccharine as
a lost nymph's silent enthralls
and the florid falsettos from your
sharp beliefs and frail constitutions
and the yearning sighs of your lips
can only touch her soft breaths
riding her foamy waves, while you
measure her immensity and
undo the multitude of niceties
revolving with the dusts of time
Thus, matters not your prolix eyes
upon the fastidious reckons
and futile will be the endeavor
when the saline wind picks up
and spread the ether flames
on the cradles of your forlorn forest,
You are but a sanguine tale
riveted in amicably fictive lines
zithering a red string in my mind
to make believe your obsequious unreality
that I have always pried behind
your bulwark barricades of pride
hoping to seize the lost melody
the sea once sang to me -
the marigold's tinkering when she
bows before the wind's whispers -
and even your avalanche of
mellifluous promises and white lies
My mouth full of rain and fire,
my eyes replaced by a quagmire
fastening every metaphors
together in ethereal times
because this is where we are
or where we were, at least.
poem by Norman Santos
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Faith II
THROUGH the long night, the deathlong night,
Along the dark and haunted way,
I knew your hidden face was bright--
More bright than any day.
And when the faint, insistent moan
Rose from some weed-grown wayside grave,
I said, 'I do not walk alone;
'Tis easy to be brave.
I never turned to speak with you,
For all the way was dark and long,
But all the shadows' menace through
Your silence was my song.
I never sought to take your hand,
For all the way was long and rough;
I taught my soul to understand
That love was strength enough.
Then, suddenly, the ghosts drew near,
A ghastly, gliding, tomb-white band;
I called aloud for you to hear,
My hand besought your hand.
No voice, no touch--the thin ghosts glide
Where in my dream I dreamed you were--
Night, night, you are not by my side,
You never have been there!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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