A Prayer To Doubt
if you are everywhere
where shall i see you
it will not be specific
like a street with a specific number
or that
widely accepted landmark
like a
rock of Gibraltar
or a room at the second floor
numbered 6
if you only tell me
specifically
i would not have been in this
doubtful mess
are you in the sky
or at the top of the mountain
you tell me 'i am in your heart'
but my heart
i stabbed by the sharp knife
of sorrow
are you pain?
i am looking for you
everywhere
pity me
for i am tired and my feet are wounded
i cannot be in everywhere
as it can be nowhere
guide me
are you at the bottom of this ocean
of grief?
tell me
i am willing to dive there
and die
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Too Specific
When one has asked for the truth,
And gets it heard to be delivered straight...
Why is it then they begin,
To accuse the one unafraid to speak it...
Of being mean and too specific.
Too Specific
'I did not offer to volunteer.
But that isn't mentioned by the one who fears.
I was appraoched to make things clear.
And with the doing of it,
The one seeking clarity chose me to distance.'
Too Specific
The choice one makes of being too specific,
May come to traumatize the one addicted to getting...
Delusional 'hits'.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Turning Madness Into Flowers #1
If my sorrow were deeper
I'd be, along with you, under
the ocean's floor;
but today I learn that the oil
that pools beneath the ocean floor
is essence
residue
remains
of all our
relations
all
our ancestors who have died and turned to oil
without our witness
eons ago.
We've always belonged to them.
Speaking for you, hanging, weeping, over the water's edge
as well as for myself.
It is our grief
heavy, relentless,
trudging
us, however resistant,
to the decaying and rotten
bottom of things:
our grief bringing
us home.
poem by Alice Walker
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In the Ocean of Music
I want to dive in the ocean of music
To collect precious pearls of different swaras,
To taste very dropp of music,
And get immersed with different ragas.
I want to dive in the ocean of music,
To soothe my ear with melody,
To make my heart sing,
And my feet tap to the rhythm.
To fill beautiful sounds in my silent life
I want to dive in the ocean of music.
poem by Geeta Nair
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Yet Heard To Speak Specifically
I have never been one to hang onto,
A false sense of stability.
'Great.
Now...
Where is that coming from? '
Those who protest and their rallies.
They may not have a collective voice,
That is yet heard to speak specifically.
But one thing is very clear...
They may be declared mavericks.
But it is no mistaking they've grown tired,
Of their conformist positions.
I can not think of one thing specific,
That has directly affected such a downslide...
Of a quality of life overnight.
And yet those threatened by their elitist status,
Being attacked...
Have themselves become questioned.
And it seems as if,
Not one can lead with dependable leadership.
And...
Has of yet,
With their influence...
Corrected anything specifically,
In a collective direction that unifies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Rock of Gibraltar
Rock, Rock
O! My Rock of Gibraltar
You are my heavenly altar
The doves sing, the white clouds dance
And the white waves at sea wave romance
And for the love of chess
Let me humbly confess
The way you move those chess pieces
Can mend anyones hearts broken pieces
Rock, Rock
O! My Rock of Gibraltar
With nature beautiful beyound wonder
The monkeys & birds are at home
They play about and joyously roam
And when I look at you it is clear
You are a breathe of fresh Gibraltar air
You touch my pawns, rook, bishop, queen, king and knight
My heart racing, I think this must be Gilbraltar love Alright!
Copyright 2009 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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We know specific genes are turned on in specific cells, but we don't know to what extent this happens.
quote by Walter Gilbert
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You're doing it to make the character as specific as possible, so that it's a specific individual that you're talking about, not that whole class of people.
To attempt to be religious without practicing a specific religion is as possible as attempting to speak without a specific language.
quote by George Santayana
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You know, there's a saying in art that in order to be universal you must be specific. So I think every artist feels that he is dealing with specific things but that it also has significance universally.
quote by David Cronenberg
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Knife Party
My knife - its sharp and chrome
Come see inside my bones
All of the fiends are on the block
Im the new king, Ill take the queen
cause in here were all anemic
In here - anemic and sweet...so...
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And come in
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And lay down
Go get your knife, go get your knife
Now kiss me
Oooh...well I can float here forever
In this room we cant touch the floor
In here were all anemic
In here - anemic and sweet...so...
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And come in
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And lay down
Go get your knife, go get your knife
Now kiss me
Ohh... I could float here forever
Ohh... anemic and sweet
Ohh... I could float here forever
Ohh... anemic and sweet...so...
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And come in
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And lay down
Go get your knife, go get your knife
Get filthy
Go get your knife, go get your knife
And kiss me...
song performed by by Deftones
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Rock Bottom
Rock bottom
Seventeen a natures queen, know what I mean
Twenty one, a long one,
And you can see the numbers run
Now you look so peaceful, lyin there asleep
With the wings of God above you
Before the spirits meet
--rock bottom, rock bottom, rock bottom
* rock bottom, rock bottom, rock bottom
Shadow work is closin in above the lamps in your street
Lucifer goes walkin down free to meet
Minutes pass so slowly by the, hands on your clock
Heaven dont open when you knock
* repeat
With all darkness closin in
Will the light reveal your soul
One sweet kiss on your clay cold lips
Ill know sleep youll never know
Where do we go, where do we go
Where do we go from here
* repeat
* repeat
song performed by by Ufo
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711 Story
I was in NYC on the street Lexington Ave.
This street is close to Madison
known for it’s high class ads.
I was there in hotel room number 711,
believe me it was no peaceful heaven.
I was up all night with noise from a truck,
Up on the 7th floor is where I was stuck.
Tired I missed my bus the next day,
I was very late to airport JFK.
Luckily a unlucky girl from MN was there,
She was crying hysterical without a care.
We rebooked our flight out of Washington D.C.
driving to DC airport before that plane did leave.
On the drive unlucky girl did complain,
about the morning and everything.
I told her I lived on gambling for 7 months
and when I travel I had so much luck.
When we got to the airport
the plane number did change,
so I called on my cell phone to rearrange,
who would pick me up at the last minute to spare,
the lady announced the new flight number,
but I was still unaware.
Until I boarded the plane,
did I realize all the numbers were all the same.
My room number was 711,
along with the time message was left on my phone,
even the number on the plane ride home.
They all were my Lucky 711
which made me think of 911.
when that catastrophe had struck,
Luckily none of my friends in NYC
did get hurt or stuck.
Years later I lived at a 711 address,
I also had an accident at that number
on a different street I do confess.
I ended up fine without a mess.
Now is 711 meant to be?
and should I play the lottery?
Now when 711 ever crosses my mind,
I try to save it in my diary in that point in time.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.11,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Seven Eleven Story
I was in NYC on the street Lexington Ave.
This street is close to Madison
known for it’s high class ads.
I was there in hotel room number 711,
believe me it was no peaceful heaven.
I was up all night with noise from a truck,
Up on the 7th floor is where I was stuck.
Tired I missed my bus the next day,
I was very late to airport JFK.
Luckily a unlucky girl from MN was there,
She was crying hysterical without a care.
We rebooked our flight out of Washington D.C.
driving to DC airport before that plane did leave.
On the drive unlucky girl did complain,
about the morning and everything.
I told her I lived on gambling for 7 months
and when I travel I had so much luck.
When we got to the airport
the plane number did change,
so I called on my cell phone to rearrange,
who would pick me up at the last minute to spare,
the lady announced the new flight number,
but I was still unaware.
Until I boarded the plane,
did I realize all the numbers were all the same.
My room number was 711,
along with the time message was left on my phone,
even the number on the plane ride home.
They all were my Lucky 711
which made me think of 911.
when that catastrophe had struck,
Luckily none of my friends in NYC
did get hurt or stuck.
Years later I lived at a 711 address,
I also had an accident at that number
on a different street I do confess.
I ended up fine without a mess.
Now is 711 meant to be?
and should I play the lottery?
Now when 711 ever crosses my mind,
I try to save it in my diary in that point in time.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb 11,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Everything was very specific and very fitted. I can't tell you what we went through for this job in regards to full body scans and the prosthetic process that you go through and all that kind of stuff, but everything was done very specifically to fit you perfectly.
quote by Julian McMahon
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711 Story
I was in NYC on the street Lexington Ave.
This street is close to Madison
known for it's high class ads.
I was there in hotel room number 711,
believe me it was no peaceful heaven.
I was up all night with noise from a truck,
Up on the 7th floor is where I was stuck.
Tired I missed my bus the next day,
I was very late to airport JFK.
Luckily a unlucky girl from MN was there,
She was crying hysterical without a care.
We rebooked our flight out of Washington D.C.
driving to DC airport before that plane did leave.
On the drive unlucky girl did complain,
about the morning and everything.
I told her I lived on gambling for 7 months
and when I travel I had so much luck.
When we got to the airport
the plane number did change,
so I called on my cell phone to rearrange,
who would pick me up at the last minute to spare,
the lady announced the new flight number,
but I was still unaware.
Until I boarded the plane,
did I realize all the numbers were all the same.
My room number was 711,
along with the time message was left on my phone,
even the number on the plane ride home.
They all were my Lucky 711
which made me think of 911.
when that catastrophe had struck,
Luckily none of my friends in NYC
did get hurt or stuck.
Years later I lived at a 711 address,
I also had an accident at that number
on a different street I do confess.
I ended up fine without a mess.
Now is 711 meant to be?
and should I play the lottery?
Now when 711 ever crosses my mind,
I try to save it in my diary in that point in time.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb.11,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Seven Eleven Story
I was in NYC on the street Lexington Ave.
This street is close to Madison
known for it’s high class ads.
I was there in hotel room number 711,
believe me it was no peaceful heaven.
I was up all night with noise from a truck,
Up on the 7th floor is where I was stuck.
Tired I missed my bus the next day,
I was very late to airport JFK.
Luckily a unlucky girl from MN was there,
She was crying hysterical without a care.
We rebooked our flight out of Washington D.C.
driving to DC airport before that plane did leave.
On the drive unlucky girl did complain,
about the morning and everything.
I told her I lived on gambling for 7 months
and when I travel I had so much luck.
When we got to the airport
the plane number did change,
so I called on my cell phone to rearrange,
who would pick me up at the last minute to spare,
the lady announced the new flight number,
but I was still unaware.
Until I boarded the plane,
did I realize all the numbers were all the same.
My room number was 711,
along with the time message was left on my phone,
even the number on the plane ride home.
They all were my Lucky 711
which made me think of 911.
when that catastrophe had struck,
Luckily none of my friends in NYC
did get hurt or stuck.
Years later I lived at a 711 address,
I also had an accident at that number
on a different street I do confess.
I ended up fine without a mess.
Now is 711 meant to be?
and should I play the lottery?
Now when 711 ever crosses my mind,
I try to save it in my diary in that point in time.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb 11,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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She is my daughter, I am her father
When she cries
My heart cries
I feel Stabbed by
A sharp knife
Her tears make me
Writhe in pain
When she laughs
My heart jumps in joy
When she is away
In my mind
Thoughts about her play
Worried of her welfare
Unable to concentrate
My mind sways
She is the melody
Of my life’s song
Dearest
Of all the faces
I am the plant
She, my flower
The most precious
Gift to me
From my wife
She is my daughter
I am her father
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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There Is No Direction On These Fears
a trembling hand
shows to you that there is no specific
explanation for fear
the directions of the veins
bluish
do not give you the specific
symptom
for like fear
everything goes and spreads
you want to cite
a specific explanation
there is none
some let their bodies fall
at heights that will not warrant the hint of survival
but some knows the trick
the let fear pass
for all fears pass
and wait for the calming of the storm
wait for the boat
that takes you back home
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Under The Sea...
I wait for the spring
as I lay down under the sea
hands tied,
feet bound,
down under the sea
no worries and no grief
when you no more able to breathe
it’s such a relief
world without life is so rife
without sorrow,
I would prefer a tomorrow
down below the pit-less
sea,
don’t have to fit
into the world as a misfit
don’t have to save myself,
the earth and you
don’t need no more love,
don’t need you,
your pity,
as I lay down at the
bottom of the sea
watch life pass by
as bubbles and fizzles,
see happiness all around
it is not for me,
or was not for me,
as I am not around,
it is so calm,
under the sea
I thought, I fell in love
once, with you?
I used to just hang around
you,
but I was still invisible to you,
when I needed you
I could not find
the route,
to your heart
to be with you,
close to you,
now I am fine.
no worries and no grief
to be with you,
as I lay down deep
under the sea.
poem by Khalid Hameed
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The Pain Feels Good
I never knew how much pain can hurt,
How much agony can come from death.
After the suffering is gone, then comes the hole in your heart.
The hole hurts worse than the pain ever did,
And only then do you wish for the pain again.
When the pain returns you feel emotion again.
And that's what you start to want
To feel emotion, any emotion.
Pain is best because you're used to it,
You're used to it and so you revel in it,
You learn to love pain
So pain loves you.
It haunts you until you want pain more than anything
You wish bad things so you can have more pain.
And that is worse than anything else
Because you are officially at rock bottom.
Rock bottom is where I'm at.
-E-
poem by Emily Swinney
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