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The Pen Drooped

The flame ignited my insides
And I squirmed beneath
The whispering wind,
The moon took away my howls
And crucified my tongue,
And as I whittled in pain
Without a hiss of air
The veins shrunk
Clogging the heart,
I have ran out of blood
This is all that I have.
My last strand of life
Is sent into abeyance.

poem by Norman Santos
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The wind calls no one by their name

The wind calls no one by their name-
But howls and howls, before it wane.
Awakens at the dark of moon,
Circling mountains in the gloom,
Whistling high it's sovereign song-
That no one's on earth for long.

The wind has syllables unknown,
And for millenia has blown
Its keening cry, out on the plains,
Its fearsome dirge, that sounds like pain-
If you would learn the ways of wind,
All your days on earth would end.

The wind's capricious and alone,
And of true loneliness, it moans;
It knows no warmth of company,
But bland caresses of the trees.
The wind could take you far away-
To where no words could ever say.

poem by Patti Masterman
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Machine Gun

Well, the first time that I saw you
I could not speak a word.
My tongue was tied in giant knots
and I felt so disturbed.
At the feeling rushing through me.
The heat inside my veins.
The way my nerve ends tingle.
Every time you call my name.
Got a lust ignited fever,
and I can't put out the flame.
Next time that I saw you,
I felt so at ease.
You had a languid disposition.
I had an willingness to please.
And your candy apple red lips,
Full of violets and sex.
Had me harder than a coal train.
Had my collar wringing wet.
Know I'm gonna crash and burn,
but I'm not finished yet.
CHORUS
My heart is pounding like a big bass drum.
Excited at the thought I might get me some.
Lick it off my fingers,
taste it on my tongue
Love you little baby like a ma-ma-ma-machine gun
You are a symphony of elegance.
A masterpiece of grace.
An animated work of art,
Who's acquired a taste,
for the flesh of weaker lovers,
who'll lie down on their backs.
To be ridden at your leisure,
and be taken off like hats.
I'm not here for you to walk on,
And I'm not your welcome mat.
CHORUS
The first time that I saw you,
I could not speak a word.
My tongue was tied in giant knots,
And I felt so disturbed.
At the feeling rushing through me,
The heat inside my veins.
The way my nerve ends tingle,
Every time you call my name.
I've got a lust ignited fever,
and I can't put out the flame.
CHOURS
Ma Ma Ma Ma-ma-ma-machine gun
Ma Ma Ma Ma-chine

song performed by by Warrant
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Yes I’ve seen a lot of pain

Just couldn’t stand the sight
Didn’t dare to spell it
Fearing it will bring more

Unbearable

Pain screaming quilt
Pain screaming justice
Pain screaming revenge
Pain screaming hurt
Pain screaming PAIN

Screaming more pain
More pain
More and more
More and more

Pain whispering
How dare you to be happy
Whispering
There’s nothing you can do with me
Whispering
You can’t fit me anywhere
Whispering
All you create is more pain
Whispering
You’ll destroy whatever you touch
Whispering
I’m feeding myself on you
Whispering
Eventually I will kill you

Whispering more pain
More pain
More and more
More and more

Sorry I just had to run away

Unbearable

2010.

©M iroslava Odalovic

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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I move with the wind

He beckons and calls
Howls and demands
How can resist
When the clever wind insist

He claws at my dress
He flows through my veins
How can defy
When the witty wind cry

I must leave at once
Must not have a care
I must leave everything
When my destiny the wind bring

Not this time please
Let me just settle here
My request is rescinded
I move with the wind

poem by Jenna Wolf
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Sometimes Wind Moves In Secret

Sometimes wind moves in secret
Like a lover or a moon
Sometimes a board will answer
Or a shutter or a loon
Sometimes wind answers itself
Like a woman at the mirror
And sometimes no one's present
Or unwilling to hear

Wind moans over graveyards
As if weeping for the dead
Wind howls at the windows
Like it wants you, in your bed
Wind steals kites of children
Without making any sound
And wind tears off your head scarf
But lifts hair, like a crown

Wind sighs round a lighthouse
Like a sailor blown off course
Wind whispers in the rigging
Like a breeze has lost its voice
Wind dies in the harbor
When the moon is sailing high
But wind sings before morning
When the twilight blush is nigh

poem by Patti Masterman
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The Whispering Wind

like the whispering wind you sent to me
like the hopeless time you gave to me
i watched your dreams all slip away
i watched your dreams all slip away
there's a hopeless place inside my heart
when i look inside i see where we are
like the whispering wind in the top of the trees
i will watch the sky come following me
like the rain on my windows late every night
like the hope i have for us every time
it's like the whispering wind in the top of the trees
i see it sway as you come for me
there's a whispering wind i feel it inside
like a place i can feel but never will see
let a whisper come touch you come touch every thing
i stand in the way of the things i can be
let the whispering wind come lift us away
let it push us apart if we wish to stay
you're my sweetness my baby my love for all time
like the whispering wind it makes you all mine
like the whispering wind you stand here with me
like the whispering wind you stand here with me
i see your dreams all slip away
slip away
slip away
slip away

song performed by by Moby
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Judas Rising

White bolts of lightning
Came out of nowhere
Blinded the darkness
Creating the storm
War in the heavens
Vengeance ignited
Torment and tempest
Attacks like a swarm
Forged out of flame from chaos to destiny
Bringer of pain forever undying
Judas is Rising
Eternal betrayer
Ice cold and evil
Taking no prisoners
Dark prince of the world (?)
Humanity trembles
Enslaving you sinners (?)
You can't beg for mercy
For none will be saved
The burden of shame (?)
Echos the prophecy
Ascending from Hell
Forever despising
Judas is Rising
Apprentice revealed (?)
Deceivers are crying (?)
My crucified steel
Evangelizing
Judas is Rising
Judas is Rising

song performed by by Judas Priest
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The Wind

The wind is whispering in my ear
But all I hear is him telling me that he loves me.
Even though he's no longer with me.
The wind is running his fingers down my hair.
Just like he.
The wind pushes me to where we met.
The wind reminds me how much I miss and love him night and day
The wind keeps whispering in my ear
But all I want to see and hear is him

poem by Makayla Straight
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The Pain Is Just To Real

The pain is just to real.
There’s a tear somewhere deep within me.
Pulling at me, reaching up, seizing me.
The pain is just to real.
It bursts white hot scorching my insides.
Prying me open, ripping inside me.
The pain is just to real.
Needles hitting over and over again.
A cry of fear burst through my mouth.
The pain is just to real.
I hear the thud each time the pain comes.
It’s excruciating, I can’t take this much longer.
The pain is just to real.
I clutch my chest I can’t seem to breathe.
It’s killing me.
The pain is just to real.
Something’s shattering inside me.
It’s hitting every piece of flesh within me.
The pain is just to real.
White hot pain explodes in my chest.
Thud, Thud, pain pulses through my veins.
The pain is just to real.
My muscles begin to twitch.
Clutching my chest I think I see lights.
The pain is just to real.
My vision goes blurry.
I’m coming short of breath.
The pain is just to real.
With one gasping breathe I realize what’s happening.
My heart is shattering..

poem by Krystal Allison
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Flowing

Pain and Anger are the things
In which is flowing through my veins
Knowing that I am forever
Trapped in this endles web of game
Knowing that I'll never be the same
The lonliness you can not measure
For I can no longer bear
The pain I encounter as I stay here

Pain and Anger are the things
In which is flowing through my veins
But is that all that is there
I see a search for love which ends in Despair.
Let me know i am not alone
Let me know I have a place I can call home
Let me know that you are there
Please tell me I have nothing to Fear.

Pain and Anger, Flowing through my veins
Right down to the core
I dont know if I can take it anymore
Is there something else
Or is this the end.
Let me know I have a friend.
Am I loved or No.
Are you friend or Foe.
Do I have to go through this Alone.
I guess I do.
No one is here.
Because No one cares.

Pain and Anger are the things
In which is flowing through my veins
I dont know how long I can
Stay Sane
In this mindless torture

Pain and Anger
Anger and Pain
Tell me can you feel it
Flowing through your veins?

poem by Melissa Ferrer
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Moon of leaves,
Moon of the falling leaves,
To you I bring the slippers
of the sun.
That you may dance upon the
floor of sun,
My lady carries sun within her eyes.
Moon of the Unrevealed,
Moon of the gold-encrusted shield,
To you I bring the fragment
of my prayer.

Moon of the crinkled hair,
Tell me, will my lady yield
Eyes and mouth and breasts unsealed?
Will my lady yield?

Moon of the yellow streaked with red,
Moon that the sun would lead to bed,
Moon with the death's head
More than dead,
Why do you frighten the Goddess of Love,
Whose frail white fingers are moving above
The lover's white body lost in his love?
Moon, you are more than dead.

Moon of the ermine loist in the snow,
Moon of the frozen furbelow,
Moon of the nothingness here below,
Moon, you must go.

It is the Sun that tells you so-
Moon, you must go.

And I was dark beneath the moon,
And you were dark beneath the moon,
And we were dark beneath the moon.

Now I am gold beneath the sun,
Now you are gold beneath the sun,
Now we are gold beneath the Sun.

poem by Harry Crosby
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Bow Before My Death

I lie beneath the flame this night,
I bow before my death,
He takes my hand,
And holds me close,
Death embraces me,
He says the time has come,
Beginning now meets end,
He says the fires taken me,
And now it's time to walk,
Walk the path of fates sweet song.

I lie beneath the flame this night,
I bow before my death,
The fires stripped me of my sins,
Humility my pride,
Now death guides me through the dark,
And speaks to me kind words,
'The pain has stopped,
It won't come back,
Your senses now are cleansed,
The soul has been washed clean',
He says the end is pleasure.

I lie beneath the flame this night,
I bow before my death,
Death's a man clothed in blue jeans,
A white shirt stained with blood,
Death holds a knife,
Death slits my throat,
Death is the end of my beginning.

I lie beneath the flame this night.

I bow before my death.

poem by Holly Heron
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Oh My Heart Oh How It Burns

My heart it sings oh how it sings
it sings alone for me,
my heart within, deep within, oh how it sings;
it sings alone for me

an inspiring, electrifying, arousal melody.

Oh my heart oh how it burns
oh how it burns for me,
beneath my breast, deep beneath, oh how it burns;
within fervent depths it burns for me

a white hot heat; a searing heat; maiming bodily.

There is joy within and love within
awakened wonder seen by me,
there is wonder there, and love found there, within;
such love within it startles me

thrilling wondrous; joy there known; tempestuously.

Such wonder there like thunder there
that thunder threatens me;
I wonder at howling thunder there;
that booms and howls at me.

From between comes, a howling wind, a searing wind,
a tearing wind; that comes; that blows for me;
from out actinic abyss; blows cruel creative wind;
that threatens; inter-dimensional realms; all worlds to be.

A chilling wind a howling wind
that severs my heart within me;
it is a chilling wind, an abrasive wind;
that severs my heart from me.

Though often in my inward innermost thought,
lightning striking frightening;
is rapture held within; fervently by me.

That lightning striking frightening,
is blinding thought not frightening thought;
that seres at sentient; sequential heart in me.

Such is wondrous heart knowing heart,
that booms; howls; reels; calls siren surreal to me.

Like searing wind; from out; terrifying abhorrent abyss;
such is wondrous; wild; untamable heart in me.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Whispering Winds Of Hope...

The Whispering Winds of Hope
The Soothing Laughter of Rain
The Gentle Touch of The Sun
Can Begin to Help Heal Pain

The Bright Smiles of The Stars
The Brave Walk of The Moon
Even Muted Songs of The Night
Can Help To Hush The Gloom

So Listen To Your Heart
See With Your Mind’s Eye
Feel With Understanding
Even If You Have To Cry

Life Is Oh So Beautiful
Each Second A Precious Thing
Know Even In The Worst Sorrow
A Small Part Of You Can Dream

As The Wind Whispers of Hope
Believe Laughter of The Rain
Tomorrow Is Always A Brand New Day
Rebirth To Rejoice Again

On The Whispering Winds of Hope
And Soothing Laughter of The Rain
You Will Not Sleep Forevermore
GOD Held Me … and Explained

… The Bright Smiles of The Stars
The Brave Walk of The Moon
Are For Signs and Times … Our Visuals
Of What HE Can Do Soon

… Scent of Roses From My Window
Feel of Silk Upon My Bed
A Teardropp On My Cheek
And Brave Moonlight On My Head

The Whispering Winds of Hope
The Soothing Laughter of The Rain
When The Gentle Touch of The Son
Begins To Heal My Pain

Written & ©: 6/28/10

By: The MoonBee

poem by MoonBee Canady
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A Diamond

A Translation for Robert Jones

A diamond
Is there
At the heart of the moon or the branches or my nakedness
And there is nothing in the universe like diamond
Nothing in the whole mind.

The poem is a seagull resting on a pier at the end of the ocean.

A dog howls at the moon
A dog howls at the branches
A dog howls at the nakedness
A dog howling with pure mind.

I ask for the poem to be as pure as a seagull’s belly.

The universe falls apart and discloses a diamond
Two words called seagull are peacefully floating out where the
waves are.
The dog is dead there with the moon, with the branches, with
my nakedness
And there is nothing in the universe like diamond
Nothing in the whole mind.

poem by Jack Spicer
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Chains

An hour since the sundown
The ghosts are creepin in
Are gathering around me
Like starlings in the wind
Dark shapes gather round
Voices like my brother's
Are whispering to me
But I don't know these others
Who want to set me free
Come home you're out of time
But the life cannot let go
It's a chain cuts across my soul
Anchoring in this world
I put my hand into the flame
Burning but I feel no pain
Don't speak, don't speak my name
Hold on to this life of chains
The door is standing open
But I'm too tired to be afraid
My whole life's in this moment
I've been fighting all the way
Just need a little more time
Cuz the life just can't let go
It's a chain cuts across my soul
Anchoring in this world
I put my hand into the flame
Burning but I feel no pain
Don't speak, don't speak my name
Hold on to this life of chains
Nah nah nah nah nah x6
I put my hand into the flame
Burning but I feel no pain
Don't speak, don't speak my name
Hold on to this life of chains
Chains...chains...chains...

song performed by by Duran Duran
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Hymn XXVIII: Love Divine! What Hast Thou Done!

Love divine! what hast thou done!
The immortal God hath died for me!
The Father's co-eternal Son
Bore all my sins upon the tree;
The immortal God for me hath died!
My Lord, my Love is crucified.

Behold him, all ye that pass by,
The bleeding Prince of life and peace!
Come, see, ye worms, your Maker die,
And say, was ever grief like his?
Come, feel with me his blood applied:
My Lord, my Love is crucified.

Is crucified for me and you,
To bring us rebels back to God:
Believe, believe the record true,
Ye all are bought with Jesu's blood,
Pardon for all flows from his side;
My Lord, my Love is crucified.

Then let us sit beneath his cross,
And gladly catch the healing stream,
All things for him account but loss,
And give up all our hearts to him;
Of nothing think or speak beside,
'My Lord, my Love is crucified.'

poem by Charles Wesley
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Hymn XXVIII: Love Divine! What Hast Thou Done!

Love divine! what hast thou done!
The immortal God hath died for me!
The Father's co-eternal Son
Bore all my sins upon the tree;
The immortal God for me hath died!
My Lord, my Love is crucified.

Behold him, all ye that pass by,
The bleeding Prince of life and peace!
Come, see, ye worms, your Maker die,
And say, was ever grief like his?
Come, feel with me his blood applied:
My Lord, my Love is crucified.

Is crucified for me and you,
To bring us rebels back to God:
Believe, believe the record true,
Ye all are bought with Jesu's blood,
Pardon for all flows from his side;
My Lord, my Love is crucified.

Then let us sit beneath his cross,
And gladly catch the healing stream,
All things for him account but loss,
And give up all our hearts to him;
Of nothing think or speak beside,
"My Lord, my Love is crucified."

poem by John Wesley
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The Wind

O, wind! what saw you in the South,
In lilied meadows fair and far?
I saw a lover kiss his lass
New-won beneath the evening star.

O, wind! what saw you in the West
Of passing sweet that wooed your stay?
I saw a mother kneeling by
The cradle where her first-born lay.

O, wind! what saw you in the North
That you shall dream of evermore?
I saw a maiden keeping tryst
Upon a gray and haunted shore.

O, wind! what saw you in the East
That still of ancient dole you croon?
I saw a wan wreck on the waves
And a dead face beneath the moon.

poem by Lucy Maud Montgomery
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The King's Sabbath

Once idly in his hall king Olave sat
Pondering, and with his dagger whittled chips;
And one draw near to him with austere lips,
Saying 'To-morrow is Monday,' and at that
The king said nothing, but held forth his flat
Broad palm, and bending on his mighty hips,
Took up and mutely laid thereon the slips
Of scattered wood, as on a hearth, and gat
From off the embers near, a burning brand.
Kindling the pile with this, the dreaming Dane
Sat silent with his eyes set and his bland
Proud mouth, tight-woven, smiling drawn with pain,
Watching the fierce fire flare, and wax, and wane,
Hiss and burn down upon his shrivelled hand.

poem by Archibald Lampman
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