Vendetta
While the chagrined wine
rummaged like a felled rose -
electric shivers in the spine
willowing the pretty mouth
and the abolition of eyes
the tethers that we rival
only strops the exoneration
into exacerbating this
premature demise
Waltz into the dark curtain
like a soundless hunter
Hold your vehemence
in a gnarl I'd never grasp
and into my diamond penetralium
send the lamentations
like ghastly susurrations
from masquerading
varmints of my sanctum;
Like a connoisseur contender
be the vendetta
of my trespasses
Into my insulated night
come, like an ominous chill
from the sniffing hounds
and do not pity
or scorn at my cradle
as empty as
a womanless bed
Stifle under your breath
to descry the black veins
running like a torrent horse
away from the fray -
A tide to wash away
the derided sanity
with a hathful of squalor
and caustic brine
These waterlogged eyes
unheeding its abrasions
silent like a grave
for all the exhorted alibis
but if you can crane closer
enough to catch my perishing
and wuthering pillars
shall you weep not
for the burnt shutters
of my vacant windows
for when your breath
catches the sibilant embers
the flyleaf would turn
itching and desperate
for another tragedy
Unless you come
for the perfect vengeance
against all the lattices
that sundered our incendiary,
for when you hold me close
into the spikes of finitude
I would gorge in quantum chances
and topple back unto
your generous brawls
poem by Norman Santos
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The Fire And Shadows Born
In the dark of the vesper perched
upon your slumbering eyes
together with the undulating songs of the wind
revered by the famished clocks
awaiting for a chance to slowly fade
from its constant sways of a surmised waltz;
I found the sibilant embers,
the erratic ignition of flames seethes,
and sputters like a fork of lightning
blazing from the lamentations while feigning
calm behind the obdurate clouds
and with every elusive instigation of
the fulminating light upon your immortal night
I descried what lies behind the persiennes -
Your childhood still and silent but
waiting for peace in agog quivering
running and shoving and marauding haplessly
through the turbulence of a fire and the angst of its smoke
to stand in the stare of the eye of it,
the very epicenter of the hailing tragedy.
Scathed and countless, footsteps marched
in the verisimilitude of a thousand yesterday,
a thousand jeopardy - through and through
you averted the gaping door
daunted of the ablaze light - red, white
garish, ashen, mad and rasping
you regressed back to your bed in the semblance
of an open palm of the earth waiting for
the futile white roses to be tossed, ready to shut close
for in the end of the radiance everything would incinerate
to traverse their own roads towards demise
like the birds brimming the vacuous sky
flying for their own sculled weather
to perch and succumb to oblivion and ecstasy
with their own lunar phases; and isn't it
better to close the eyes in the dark
knowing that you will not be left out
by the foliage of abundant shadows and
the echoing of their footsteps
that in your shabby heaven was sent to abeyance?
poem by Norman Santos
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Dont Hold Your Breath
One day Ill get home before the sun hits the blinds
And give you - Ill give you something to remember me by
Thats the way I am
Its what I got in mind but I dont know if I can
You gotta shoot your gun - dont expect me to dance
Hold me up to the spotlight but
Dont, dont hold your breath
Dont hold your breath
Dont hold your breath
Dont hold your breath
These empty pockets are my deepest friends
Full of nothing but good intentions
Thats the way it is
It may not be much but I can blow you a kiss
Ive been wrong - Ive been wrong once before
Ill be all right tomorrow but
Dont, dont hold your breath
Dont hold your breath
Dont hold your breath
Dont hold your breath
I may be lazy or a living wreck
I wont be swayed by your expectations
Thats the way it is
It may not be much but you know what to kiss
Ive been wrong - Ive been wrong once before
Ill be all right tomorrow but
Dont, dont hold your breath
Dont hold your breath
Dont hold your breath
Dont hold your breath
song performed by by Deep Purple
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Love Has A Hold On Me
I have found a perfect mystery
Love has a hold on me
Long before my life had come to be
Love had a hold on me
Love has a hold on me
Where do I come from
Where does life mean
Is it not to know the one who made me
As Im looking down the road ahead
Love has a hold on me
Someday when I breathe my dying breath
Love has a hold on me
Love has a hold on me
Where will I go
When this life is through
Back into the light that made me and you
Love has a hold on me
Something opened up my eyes to see
Love has a hold on me
Love has a hold on me
I dont have answers to all the questions
Running inside of my mind
But I cant help believe that
Understanding comes in time
Love has a hold on me
Something opened up my eyes to see
Love has a hold on me
Love has a hold on me
If I run, if I hide, I know inside
Your love has a hold on me
Tell me yes, tell me no, my heart will follow
Your love has a hold on me
If I run, if I hide
Your love has a hold on me
Your love has a hold on me
Your love has a hold on me
Hold on me
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Behind The Machine Gun
There are nights spoiled
like women dancing with macabre,
men praying in pub houses
both soaked in the belly
of licorice and blood-colored
soldering of chemical spirits,
like children sleeplessly lying
in beds without bedtime stories;
parents making out with whores
in a nameless stag diner,
like these moths suspended
in my cobwebbed chandeliers
These somber nights would
sometime trample in the crevasses
of my womanless bed
crying a song to my spine
and clinging to the crowfeet
juxtaposed my cellar eyes
and what I would do is:
connive with the varmints
and try not to hide the sordid
and vile words rummaging my guts
What I'd do is:
I'd open the shutters and welcome
the machinations of the night -
The still vehicles, the sensual hounds,
the morose streetlamps
trying to crawl the lissome,
svelte, undulating electric lines
I'd steal a cigarette stick and light
to let the incorporeal hands
probe inside my ribcage,
touch the collapsing tubes
close enough to the intimacy
of the mechanical blood valves
And when I realize with
everything in line for the sepulcher
I would sit behind my machine
fire the tacit shotgun and allow
the disturbed sparrows to become
my terse alphabets and that
is how I come with poetry -
as the squalor in mollusk sex
the muse is dead like the story
of an effaced morning glory
Isn't it wretched?
Poignant and putrid?
Like how everything in the night
is fecundated by raw emotions
as sanguine as a senile coma
dreaming of a euthanasia
or another chance to divulge -
to be hauled out of the quagmire
and again, desecrate upon creative hands
the cicatrix yearns for more blood,
the tourniquet gripping the hematoma;
searing with all the valor
that can be supplied to the harried night.
poem by Norman Santos
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Brine and Bone
Brine and Bone
Date: January 18,2012
When the current burns the air
Save for me the passion there
Beneath my breast the raging beat
Without your song is incomplete
Lift me from these crashing waves
To be your serf and wanton slave
Tis no finer place I seek
Than locked within your reveries
Hold me soft, from dusk till dawn
Through the night, with diamonds flung
And in the breaking of the day
Hold me closer, in the gray
Should I miss one moment’s breath
Besiege my soul a living death
Strike my eyes forever blind
Should you leave my voice behind
For every breath and every verse
Without your charms, would be a curse
I’d be naught, but brine and bone
Should your love, turn to stone
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Copyright © 2011 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved
poem by Leria Hawkins
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That Lives Beyond
shotguns, and ice,
no panties, no ring.
burnt edge of a rose,
barefoot in jeans.
wrinkled, but fire
dancing in your eyes.
the smell of morning
before darkness dies.
the cling and the hold,
mouth, heart, and soul.
the river unleashed,
raging out of control.
the taste of the unnamed,
unseen, and untold.
stardust in my hands
too elusive to hold.
hymn of the night.
song of the day.
what fills empty,
and then goes away.
how precious the moment,
the gift, fleeting breath.
that lives beyond
my life and my death!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Cycle Of Despair
Don't let your eyes close
Don't let the light dim
Don't let your wounds heal
Don't try and stop the end
Take another hit
Have another shot
Take another swing
Man, it's getting hot
Feed the demon once again
Stability in continuity
No reason to hold back now
You know you cannot beat me
Just one more turn
In this cycle of despair
I am with you at every turn
Where you are; there I am
My wind tears the clothes from your back
My breath sucks out your soul
Around that corner there is no return
Your heart will soon be black as coal
Try to hold onto the good
While I scribble it out
Another unholy union
That is what it's all about
Feed the demon once again
Hit her again for me
No reason to hold back now
You have now become mo
Just one more turn
In this cycle of despair
Look in the mirror, friend
Where you are; there I am
poem by Sarah Deen
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Not So Grand Escapade
Basking in the mirth
Buckling with the dearth
Chances of exoneration
In consummate beguilement
I sail with oars heftier
Than the anchors pummeling
The slumbering trepidation
In the red sea of despair
Sculling like a vertigo
Inveigling the sirens
To drown in the whirlpool
Of rose-wine inebriation
As I rummage for answers
And succor for an alliance
Toes vying for escapade
And chocking in the gilded rope
Knotted in the lofty gallows
I tripped in the enemy lines—
That close, still asphyxiating
And tangled like the cobwebs
In my empty heart, pilfered of map
Slowly in this gambling wile
I am losing myself downhill
Filleting and skinning to bipolarity
I am becoming what I dread
And what I dread comes closer;
Closer than the sun's graze
To what I breath for subsistence.
Basking, buckling, vying and choking.
poem by Norman Santos
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In My Dark
In my dark
I was lost and confused
feeling as if my heart
had been ripped and abused
In my dark
I discovered the truth
In my dark I couldnt find my way
I wanted to stay
hidden so far away
Deep in the ground
where I could no longer be hurt
In my dark
I was safe
no longer in the world
where words mean nothing
and hearts dont exsist
In my dark
there was only this
In my dark
I wanted to take my last breath
Close my eyes
hold closer to death
But in my dark
there was one voice
who refused
To let me close my eyes
to hide from the truth
That in my dark
tho I had never seen
That in my dark he had always been
holding me.
poem by Danyel Theresa Vertalics
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Under the snow rain
Running in midnight
Snow shines in the dark
Falling beautiful slowly
Make me rushing my feet
My breath’s frozen, my hands turn cold
But I don’t care
I must meet you, I must see you now
I need to hold you and feel your warmth
Before you gone and leave me broken
Running like a fool
Tears river in my eyes
Still rushing my feet
Screaming nightmare inside
My heart’s stop beating, my mouth starts bitter
I know no mistake
I must come to you, I must find you now
I need to hold you and keep you warm
Before you gone and leave me alone
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Ghosts Of A Lunatic Asylum
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright
As the blank windows set in glaring brick,
When the wind strengthens from the sea - and night
Drops like a fog and makes the breath come thick;
By the deserted paths, the vacant halls,
One may see figures, twisted shades and lean,
Like the mad shapes that crawl an Indian screen,
Or paunchy smears you find on prison walls.
Turn the knob gently! There's the Thumbless Man,
Still weaving glass and silk into a dream,
Although the wall shows through him - and the Khan
Journeys Cathay beside a paper stream.
A Rabbit Woman chitters by the door -
- Chilly the grave-smell comes from the turned sod -
Come - lift the curtain - and be cold before
The silence of the eight men who were God!
poem by Stephen Vincent Benet
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Ghosts of a Lunatic Asylum
Here, where men's eyes were empty and as bright
As the blank windows set in glaring brick,
When the wind strengthens from the sea -- and night
Drops like a fog and makes the breath come thick;
By the deserted paths, the vacant halls,
One may see figures, twisted shades and lean,
Like the mad shapes that crawl an Indian screen,
Or paunchy smears you find on prison walls.
Turn the knob gently! There's the Thumbless Man,
Still weaving glass and silk into a dream,
Although the wall shows through him -- and the Khan
Journeys Cathay beside a paper stream.
A Rabbit Woman chitters by the door --
-- Chilly the grave-smell comes from the turned sod --
Come -- lift the curtain -- and be cold before
The silence of the eight men who were God!
poem by Stephen Vincent Benet
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Bare-Back Rider (A Lucid Dream)
He was a stallion
A big black horse, I was
Astride his back, muscular, bare
Hanging on to mere tufts
of his shiny black hair
I don’t know how I got there
It seemed like a dream
Me on this big horse galloping
through a dark forest thick with trees
with gnarly branches reaching for me
Terrified I crouch as low as I can
Try to grip the horse’s flesh
but I couldn't so I hold on
to his mane for dear life
and with a prayer I close my eyes
Don’t throw me off
Don’t let this forest take me
Don't leave me here
This nightmare will devour me
Please go slow dear horse
Don't stumble and fall
Be careful of the rocks
And branches hanging low
But he would not go slow, oh no!
He was on a mission
To where I didn’t know
I had no choice but to hold on
Clinging for my life
Praying the branches won’t
Hit him in the eyes
So I stay there like that, eyes shut
My body as close to to his as I could get
My face pressed to his neck
I cry, wracked with fear
Certain I would die right there
After a while, after what seemed like ages
And nothing happening
Only the sound of hoofs
and the wind whipping
I suddenly realize...
This horse is bigger than me
If the branches don’t hit him
How can they hit me
He is not afraid of the dark
If he's not afraid of dying
Why should I be
Slowly I sit upright
Slowly I open my eyes
The scenery had changed
The rider and the horse are now
One and the same
poem by Sonya Florentino
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Aunt Edna and Her Black Mask
Your Aunt Edna
had asthma
and she carried around
a big black
asthmatic mask
which frightened
the life out of you
especially when
she put it over
her mouth and nose
and her eyes went
big and dark
and she said
it's ok Tony
nothing to worry about
it's to help me breathe
and she managed
to laugh
and you kind of relaxed
and watched
as she sat down
and closed her eyes
and breathed in
and her breath
came back
of its own accord
and then she put
the mask down
and she was herself again
and her dark hair
was curled and wavy
and she looked like
an actress when
she wasn't gasping
for breath
and didn't have
that awful mask
over her face
and some days
she took you
to the park nearby
and watched you
run and play
or sat with you
on a bench
when she needed
to catch her breath
and you liked the park
with its tall trees
and wide green spaces
and the green
painted railings
that went all around
and there was that
gateway you went in
and you remember dogs
running and their owners
throwing sticks or balls
but you just sat
with Aunt Edna
as she put on her mask
to find her breath
and you and she
not knowing then
that hiding behind
the asthma
was ugly Mr Death.
poem by Terry Collett
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Isnt It Romantic
(eric carmen/andy goldmark)
Are the stars just shining brighter?
Is that perfume in the air?
Seems the moon has got control of me
And I dont really care
With our bodies gently swaying
To the rhythm of the night
Has there ever been a place or time
That ever felt so right
Oh, Ive dreamed about this moment
Ever since I saw your face
Now I never wanna let it slip away
Isnt it romantic
How our kisses seem to set the night on fire?
Baby, when I look at you it takes my breath away
Isnt it romantic
When we close our eyes and hold each other tight?
If only love could always be this way
Theres a samba playing somewhere
Or is it just my beating heart?
I can swear I hear the strumming of
A classical guitar
Playing softly while you whisper
All the words Ive longed to hear
As I pull your body close to mine
The world just disappears
Oh, I dreamed about this moment
Ever since I saw your face
Now I never wanna let it slip away
Isnt it romantic
How our kisses seem to set the night on fire?
Baby, when I look at you it takes my breath away
Isnt it romantic
When we close our eyes and hold each other tight?
If only love could always be this way
Isnt it romantic
How our kisses seem to set the night on fire?
Baby, when I look at you it takes my breath away
Isnt it romantic
When we close our eyes and hold each other tight?
If only love could always be this way
Isnt it romantic
How our kisses seem to set the night on fire?
Baby, when I look at you it takes my breath away
Isnt it romantic
When we close our eyes and hold each other tight?
If only love could always be this way
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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Drunk As A Dancing Beacon
The rose-wine spell rummaged through my throat
Like a whimpering roar that was latched inside
To fulminate and erode with the cloying sea wall
The ghastly and suffocating genocide marauded
The glacial stillness of the breathing dungeons
Close enough to poke the wearily groveling heart
Heaven subsided and the afternoon sun leaned
Against a quivering pillar sundered from the beacons
Prancing with their shadows whilst I muse in inebriation
poem by Norman Santos
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Hes Got A Hold On Me
(nik kershaw)
Producer for bonnie: nik kershaw
No matter how hard I try
No matter how many days go by
I really cant make this feeling go away
Whenever I change my mind
Whenever I turn my head around
The only one I can see every single day
Hes got a hold on me
Nothing I can say
Nothing I can do
Hes got a hold on me
And pretty soon he may
Have a hold on you
Whenever hes somewhere else
I try to remember if I can
When if only I could forget
I think Id be just fine
I wonder where he came from
I wonder what name he answers to
Whatever he calls himself
Id like to call him mine
Hes got a hold on me
Nothing I can say
Nothing I can do
Hes got a hold on me
And pretty soon he may
Have a hold on you
It could be my low resistance
And you can all be as smug as hell
But you all better keep your distance
Unless you wanna get burnt as well
Whenever he walks on by
And looks at me then I know
That he is never letting go
Hes got a hold on me
Nothing I can say
Nothing I can do
Hes got a hold on me
And pretty soon he may
Have a hold on you
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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I Carry a Single Rose
I carry a single red Rose
In my tightening hold
For Love is what it propose
At least it’s what I’m told.
It’s fragrance of beauty
Overtakes me with its great power
The air all around me
When I hold a single flower
I grasp the Red Rose ever more tight
Drip, drip red petals fall into the night.
This Rose, a lovely delight
Has already consumed my sense of smell
Now it has stolen my sight
In this symbol of love I dwell
The ruby red petals fill my eyes
Captures the thoughts in my mind
Now I am completely hypnotized
Now I am completely blind.
I grasp the Red Rose ever more tight
Drip, drip red petals fall into the night.
It dazzles me, until it is all I can see
It’s touch so gentle against my cheek
Trapped me inside this beautiful make believe
For my heart, Love it will always seek
The leaves run through my finger tip
As they map a stem so strong and tall
A stem that fit so nicely inside my grip
Its lushes strength adds beauty to it all
I grasp the Red Rose ever more tight
Drip, drip red petals fall into the night.
I hold on for dear life
As my body sets off painful alarms
And now I’m stuck in this strife
Of letting go and hanging on
It’s so perfect, inside my hold
But I can feel the world around me
I can feel it growing cold
Now I am leaving this make believe
I grasp the Red Rose ever more tight
Drip, drip red petals fall into the night.
In a moment of true disgust
I slowly loosen my grasp
And I take away my trust
And wait for my world to collapse
But Pain races through my bones
So I clench a Rose inside my fist
And I realize I am alone
Lost inside this confusing mist
I grasp the Red Rose ever more tight
Drip, drip red petals fall into the night.
And I finally swiftly let go
The Rose falls to the bloody ground
No longer shall my blood flow
No longer shall I be bound
And of this single Red Rose
Petals of Love blinded me to my Pain
Being neither friend nor foe
I wash the blood with tears like rain.
I leave the Rose with all my might
Run, run into the black cold night.
Paradise
Where the river runs black
I take the schoolbooks from your pack
Plastics, wire and your kiss
The breath of eternity on your lips
In the crowded marketplace
I drift from face to face
I hold my breath and close my eyes
I hold my breath and close my eyes
And I wait for paradise
And I wait for paradise
The virginia hills have gone to brown
Another day another sun going down
I visit you in another dream
I visit you in another dream
I reach and feel your hair
Your smell lingers in the air
I brush your cheek with my fingertips
I taste the void upon your lips
And I wait for paradise
And I wait for paradise
I search for you on the other side
Where the river runs clean and wide
Up to my heart the waters rise
Up to my heart the waters rise
I sink 'neath the water cool and clear
Drifting down, I disappear
I see you on the other side
I search for the peace in your eyes
But theyre as empty as paradise
Theyre as empty as paradise
I break above the waves
I feel the sun upon my face
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Try Not To Breathe
I will try not to breathe.
I can hold my head still with my hands at my knees.
These eyes are the eyes of the old, shiver and fold.
I will try not to breathe.
This decision is mine. i have lived a full life
And these are the eyes that I want you to remember. oh.
I need something to fly over my grave again.
I need something to breathe.
I will try not to burden you.
I can hold these inside. I will hold my breath
Until all these shivers subside,
Just look in my eyes.
I will try not to worry you.
I have seen things that you will never see.
Leave it to memory me. I shudder to breathe.
I want you to remember. oh. (you will never see)
I need something to fly (something to fly)
Over my grave again. (you will never see)
I need something to breathe. (something to breathe)
Baby, dont shiver now.
Why do you shiver now? (I will see things you will never see)
I need something to fly (something to fly)
Over my grave again. (I will see things you will never see)
I need something to breathe. oh. oh. oh.
I will try not to worry you.
I have seen things that you will never see.
Leave it to memory me. dont dare me to breathe.
I want you to remember. oh. (you will never see)
I need something to fly (something to fly)
Over my grave again. (you will never see)
I need something to breathe. (something to breathe)
Baby, dont shiver now.
Why do you shiver now? (I will see things you will never see)
I need something to breathe. (something to breathe - I have seen things
You will never see)
I want you to remember.
song performed by by REM
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