Well I Wonder
Well I wonder why and when
Montage reeled, callosities peeled,
Wrathful flames ignited
From another's confusion
And flowers withered into oblivion
Well I wonder why and how
Do I haul myself from this labyrinthine limbo
And how and why would you tell me things
Tied on their ends with a riddle
Devoid of any answer
Well I wonder why and what
It takes to abjure this incarceration
And smear the fragrance on the floorboards
Where memories sprawled like blood
Blackening and drying everyday
Well I wonder, I wonder
Why I snooped in the latticing webs
Only to ensnare myself again
With mordant words and rues
I should have never hoped for you.
poem by Norman Santos
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Limbo
Written: kylie minogue/ dave ball/ ingo vauk
I see them all smiling
Those all around me
They tend to my wounds and alert my senses
And it would be nice
But Im not here
Im dreaming holding on
Time has no meaning
All of it wasted
It smothers me til theres no more air
When will it be
That I can breathe again
Im waiting in the void
(limbo)
Lost in limbo
(limbo)
Limbo limbo
(limbo)
Lost in limbo
(limbo)
This notion of needing
Has held me to ransom
And all I can do is avoid my mind
Dont make me speak
Or hear or look
Because Im hurting help me out
(limbo)
Lost in limbo
(limbo)
Limbo limbo
(limbo)
Lost in limbo
(limbo)
Im in limbo
Im killing time
Im killing time
Caught in the crossfire
Nobody gets it
Im finding it hard to contain myself
Take all my trust
And faith and hope
Until I need it once again
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Two bunches of red roses
I saw her drying out
two bunches of dark red roses
that I had given
to her,
which she hanged up high
in our bedroom.
She left some thorns
on the green stems
and the colour of the flowers
changed and become darker
and almost black.
The cups lost most
of their lovely fragrance,
but kept some
and became hard and dry
and brittle
and the leaves edges
lost their perfect shape.
With time the love
between us withered away
when she strayed to another
and respect and trust
was nowhere to be found
and I realised that love needs
to be a living thing.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Rollercoaster Vagaries
Just when I capitulated and succumbed
Into the callous hands of contingency
You trespassed my penetralium
With agitated legs of confusion
You were a sedentary beast in an open field
Of bowing grass and seething sun -
You malingered without a purpose.
I watched you disentangled the tethers
That was long shorn and in a placid thought
I wondered if you didn't even know
The long months that it coiled scored
And what of fading does oblivion concern?
I ask you, where do all the things
That dementia took lingers?
I ask you, from what do you want
Me to run from; your sudden meddling?
Like a black bird at midflight
With wings relentless of the wind
You will beat on, but I will not
Enter your hopeful and painful vaults again
I wondered if your tongue was forked
And the eloquent laces are tied,
For your final words - words that I
Have long surmised and suffered from
Without being spoken because I was ahead
Yet I was also the one left out - your words
Is a cacophonous riddle that perhaps,
Even your sagacity cannot fathom
So In my buoyant esplanade
In the oblivious sea of psychasthenia
I searched for my lost musing
In the graves of the abysmal brine
That sent the open wounds to caustic effervescence
Excoriating the chain of logic to understand
Your rollercoaster vagary but it all drowned
With all my hollow-eyed cold corpses
Siphoned by the nights of two-way soliloquies
I dived for an empty answer
And the plethora of reasoning and unreasoning
Ceased at a pointblank end
How lovely it is out there in your place
That you have not learned of the apocalypse?
In these rollercoaster vagaries
You are the highest, the deepest
The most convoluted slope
That I have ridden
But the ride is over now
And the game is lost.
poem by Norman Santos
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Events are by chance
Heart-to-heart love
Thrives long in wooing and courtship
And ends eventually as withered flowers.
Real fruiting takes place
From two corporals
Mere by chance, all of a sudden,
With no regards to merit.
25.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hoped of Change
I've hoped for change
It gets better everyday
But still I fell the same
I've hoped for change
It get's better everyday
But I will let you decide
I've hoped for change
It get's better everyday
But I just can't tell
I've hoped for change
It get's better everyday
can you see the diffrence?
I've hoped for change
I think I know
But I just can't tell
can you see the diffrence?
I've hoped for change
But still I fell the same
It get's better everyday
But I will let you decide
can you tell the diffrence?
poem by Micheal Weston
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Virginal Tears
My thoughts dance and waltz
With delicate and beautiful words
That seek secret and hidden poems
To ensnare her heart
In love’s joyful trap.
I ignite lustrous flames of desire
To touch her hair and kiss
Her tattooed shoulder
Beneath the moon’s hypnotic glance.
An orchestra plays
A poignant interlude
That sounds like a gentle stream
Of virginal tears.
In the room
Where the flowers wait
To greet us,
I’ll promise her
Everything will be new,
Such an exquisite romance as this
Has never existed before.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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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
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Riddle
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
Monday morning was the first time
That I noticed something strange
Now I know with your kiss was not the same
Was it all just in my mind
Or was it something I should pay attention to
Then on tuesday having lunch with friends
I thought I saw your car
Leaving from our favorite restaurant but too far
For my eyes to see what I feel
Would be heartbreaking if I saw was true whoo
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
(while the chorus is singing)
History
Its history
cause now I see, you lie
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
(while the chorus is singing)
You gave me clues
I saw through
Now you lose,
You fool
Wednesday evening
Every time the phone would rang
Youd say hello
When Id come around youd say I got to go
Youre friends never called line two before
And I dont know nobody named tyrone
Oh now its thursday
You left the house to go to work an hour early
You said you had some papers for your boss to sign
But you left your briefcase home
And when I called you job
They said you were not there oh yeah
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
(while the chorus is singing)
History
Its history
cause now I see, you lie
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
(while the chorus is singing)
You gave me clues
I saw through
Now you lose,
You fool
Friday night
Is the night weve always had our weekend date
But you showed up at the house extremely late
Without any conversation you just went to bed
And said that youre head ached
Now its the weekend
And you know that its the day I do my cleaning
And when I washed your shirts I just could not believe
Im picking hair weave off your seam
Found a letter in your pocket from the week please
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
(while the chorus is singing)
History
Its history
cause now I see, you lie
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
(while the chorus is singing)
You gave me clues
I saw through
Now you lose,
You fool
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
song performed by by En Vogue
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A major difficulty is that the answer to the Riddle of the Sphinx is partly a product of the answers that we already have given to the riddle in its various forms.
quote by Gregory Bateson
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The Immolation
The rotund sun slyly coveted
His diadem of light and warmth
Yonder the gnawing jagged teeth
Of these greedy mountain passes
And the days stretched without
The fire ball hung above the clouds
Of ignorance, innocence, malignance
So I squandered my gambling and
Gave up haggling with the King
I knelt before the oblivious sky
Scraping my bloodless knees
In the hoarse and mordant skin
Of the thinning ice beneath
Pleading for my immolation
So I can transcend in liberation
To the land of the phantoms
The oppression to be caught
In a reedy ensnare of vagary
Underneath jealousy and abhorrence
A labyrinth of flustered identity
Is a death far more excruciating
From the carnal conflagration
It is a shackle of lightning impaling
And lashing to the frozen core
A death that will live on, bleed on
In the echoes of this immolation
"Who am I to you, lovely people?
I cannot see myself in those big
And once sincere doe-eyes.
I was yours, not just an accessory
Of what you can encompass
From each other's covenant.
But the tides washed away
My footprints on your shores
Because you walked on them
For they were your chalcedony,
And your tides, and your ebbs,
Your sea, your coveted jealousy.
Your waters heaved me too close
Then shoved me too far away
With your clashing demands
And a whirlpool of obfuscation.
It took its toll in my harried eyes
Because I am not a saint nor a god
I am just a comrade, and a misbegotten
Catalyst of a storm that shall fan
And hone your arduous appetite
For each other's somber ties.
Who am I to you ululates a cry
Submerged beneath the zealous
And ardent hunger you have,
Such subliminal lust to become
The mighty flame of the sun—
Between the two of you:
The brawl is to undo
What you have become
From dragging me too.
Good riddance, to you
My riddled affinities.
So long, and may you find
Your separate peaces."
I chide to the bony clouds to falter
And thaw into a bottomless river
And I shall walk the void bottom
Of this bottomless ocean vapidly,
I plead for the vestiges of the night
To mantle a pall on my shoulders
And I shall carry her into the impasse
And there I shall limbo with the dead
And wistfully peel off the mordant skin
Of your haunting memories: doe eyes
And porcelain skins, lips quavering
Of malaises, pains, and of the dead
Incisiveness of trust and honesty
Of far-flung amities, now they seal
Themselves with stitches to latch
The demons of loathing and treachery
And the blood lust for this immolation.
poem by Norman Santos
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Where The Roots Sank
The incarcerated echoes
Inside your robust cage
Of ivories and porcelains
Resonated your name
Coiling into the navel
Where a brambly foliage lay,
Where one fates to fumble
Rummaging for an enigma
Ensconced in a solitary rose
With soldering petals of flame
Enervating the void dark
And the austere ravine stark
To pounce yonder your eaves,
Swell mellifluously condescending
Malignantly ascending
Like a staircase pummeling
The heaven in you tresses
And it reached my low canopies
In an eloquent fashion
Resembling the sun's expedition
Skipping through sodden trellises
Ineffable and esoteric
As how tomorrow's gloaming
Can set before today's dawn
Your infernal flower possessed
An enthralling redolence
A mystery more puissant as
It entangles its thorny vines
Into the slicing vesper's face
A labyrinthine for a rat race;
A phantom damsel for a dying knight,
An adversary for a chivalrous crusade,
An ensnare for the despondent beau
Of aphorism and ideals, all the same
A vermillion spit of life
Licking the brittle bones
No grander than the comported semicide
Ablaze my graze as I submit
To your inveigling light
Usurp my entity and bury me
In your fastidious color
And I shall thaw in your amber
Like a wax molding to morph
Brand new visions and inflections
I shall swim through your blood
And reside in your pulsations
Let me sink yonder your lips
Ajar and trifling a perplexing limbo
Of Eden's horrifying grandeurs
Until I become one with the flames
Its prancing and its stings
And the plummeting of the cinders
Spewed and ousted from the core
The warm hearth where everything
Is enticed to thaw, to sink.
poem by Norman Santos
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Confusion
I feel so
Confusion
What am I supposed to do with you
I love and hate you
My feelings grow stronger and stronger each and everyday
People tell me the only is to forget you is to date someone else, but
I can't because I'm going to feel guilty that I still love you
Every time I see your smile
I melt
Every time I hear your voice
My heart beat fast
I can't make my mind up about you
I'm feeling like I trap in your hole
I can't get out
You make me love you and want to be with you more and more each and everyday
I feel so
Confusion
I'm screw up
I keep sayings things I want to take back
My friends are mad at me
I need to learn from mistakes I make
I need to move on with my life, but
I need some help first
So whatever advices anyone give
It won't help
I need to talk to him
I don't know
I'm so
Confusion
poem by Christina Phan
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Elegy For Lost Boys [2009]
Wander beneath blood-black skies, who art thou ravished?
Under sickly mounds of human squander; these purgatorial shades,
E’er bare hellish laughter. Wherefore wander these, tormented minds?
Swelter beneath blood-smear masks, of dead masquerades.
Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander,
Treading eerie Limbo, henceforth, endlessly ere gates of hell;
Scratching madly with eyeballs back in their brains,
Drowning themselves within screeching calls of Dawn’s tolling knell.
poem by Catherine Beahl
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The Unanswerable Question
A simple gift.
Many things can be meant from it.
Love, friendship, kindness and caring.
All of these can com from such a simple thing.
A rose is such a gift.
But this can be used for many things.
A birthday, an anniversary, a holiday, a funeral...
How can a simple thing be so sad?
This is a question that cannot be answered.
For the ones that can answer are already in our memories,
waiting for the day that we will join them..
We live and learn,
trying to make the best of our lives as possible.
A simple gift to me only means one thing to me,
that the world isnt as great as we thought.
It ends all the same.
It ends with death.
poem by Jeremiah Wimbrough
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Lines And Tied Ends
Lines they say
Go on for, forever and a day
When I was but a youth I would say ok
But not today
For an expression comes to mind... how fey
For with this expression I must inveigh
For I have heard 'This is the end of the line'
But this defies logic and math
Maybe the end of a path
But not a line
Interesting it would take some time
To understand this, so I use this concept in a rhyme
This rhyme baleful in nature and maybe vile
Ugly like bile
Yet I need to tell
This story to stay well
The ends are tied, they are done, the ends are tied
Those parts of me have already partialy died
This is the end of the line, it will end
This is all there is
It's over my dear, my heart it seems, I will have to mend
Though the end is not mine
Though it seems
It is from you, you will cause it, no matter how fine
You will be the one to say the word 'no'
And then after that answer
I will never be the same, I'll die suddenly as if from a once dormant cancer
I promise you this end will be the halcyon end, the sleep i desired
poem by David Knox
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Shes Got The Answer
(graham russell, michael sherwood, larry antonio, jimmy haun)
Shes the kind of girl that you need to touch
Follow through fire
She can take it all, always gives so much
And laughs til she cries
If shes far away I can feel her still
Soothing my soul
When shes here with me and Im not myself
She takes control
Shes got direction, shes got devotion
Shes got the rhythm, such an emotional woman
Shes got the movement
Shes got the power
In comes the sunlight when all the flowers unfold
I know
Shes got the answer--shes got the answer
Shes got the answer
Shes got the answer
I am here for you, you are near to me
A mother or a child
Generations passing through you
Awake in the wild
Shes got direction, shes got devotion
Shes got the rhythm, such an emotional woman
Shes got the movement, shes got the power
In comes the sunlight, and when all the flowers unfold
I know
Shes got the answer--shes got the answer
Shes got the answer
Shes got the answer
Shes got direction, shes got devotion
Shes got the rhythm, such an emotional woman
Shes got the movement, shes got the power
In comes the sunlight, and when all the flowers unfold
Shes got the answer-- shes got the answer
Shes got the answer
Shes got the answer
song performed by by Air Supply
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Since You Love Me
Since you love me,
I became as somebody
Life that once was blue
Now full of meaning and hue.
Before you came
I am like an evening with no dawn,
A night with no stars and moon,
But since you love me, everyday is a blissful day.
Since you love me,
Sweet fragrance of flowers all around, I can smell
Colors of pretty rainbow, I can see
Sweetheart no words can express how much you mean to me.
poem by Catherine Agunat
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Ouroboros
The snake that coiled asleep
Underneath the misbegotten
Earth unruffled agitated from
The vanguard of its slumber
Because his cold blood
Could never grow colder
And the scorching land
Could never get warmer
And the unselfishness
Could never be selfish
He shed his gossamer
And fragile skin to
Eviscerate the phantoms
Slithering with his dispositions
And super impositions
And then swallowed
The undraped suit
And the night was
A blood lusting
Carnal show
Where you blew the flute
To surrender and
Call it truce
He stuck out his tongue
Forked and rived
And palmed the warmth
Truant in the airwaves
And the arid coldness
Beckon the void chance
Of subsisting yonder
The scorching land
So his blood froze
Congealed with the
Chamber of fire
He held somewhere
In his labyrinthine frame
He developed a fancy
In eating his skin
And soon he shall
Eat his rattling tail
But never would he
Cave out again
To face the devoid
Chance of getting
To where he can live
For himself
And while she gets jealous
And while he gets jealous
He shall crawl away
Far from the dancing flames
Where his skin is charred
Only to molt him
Into nakedness
And leave him there
Eating his lost
And unwanted chances
To settle it fair.
It is an ouroboros
Eternally ensconced
Into the lattices of
The void.
poem by Norman Santos
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Race of Life Out of Track
Sky is hard
Clouds are heavy
Soul is limited
Zeal confined.
Childhood is seized
And youth imprisoned
And Nature is thrown without the range.
Moon is strange
Stars are aliens
Sun is closed behind
Day is but a busy postman
Passes the message and is by.
Rivers hath no quenching thirst
Flowers no thing of beauty.
Mind is doctor
Mind is engineer
Mind is all scientist.
But
Twinkle of stars
And fragrance of breeze
And pleasure of the Spring
Is a thing of all monotony
And is counted a wasteful ceremony.
Relations too busy
Love all devoid
Nature is wrathful
Gods annoyed
And knowledge is cheat
That devils the mind
And ruins all ceremony
Soul is hurried in the heat of hope
And stands against all peace and harmony.
Vivek Tiwari
Composed on 06 Dec 2012.
poem by Vivek Tiwari
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Not For Attar
How hard is your heart
To squeeze the Rose
That smiles amidst thorns all around
And call its essence a scent
Wear the flower on your hair
Present the rose to your beloved as Valentine gift
Have mercy on this gentle and sweet flower
Don't smear its blood as scent
And Ladies and Gentlemen, for your kind information
Rose is not made for Attar
Rose is not just a flower
Rose is QUEEN of all flowers
Appreciate her fragrance and elegance
Do not squeeze for essence
And always adore Her Excellence with reverence
poem by Kavin Charalan
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