About Him....
he never danced
even when he was younger then
though he wanted to
really
but all his feet are bound
he cannot speak fully well
and demonstrate his points through his arms
and hands
because all of him is
bound
chained
his neck has a rope that if he objects
shall be tightened
do not think that he has bad manners
when he screams upon hearing the sounds of iron
chains dragging a body
even in a dream
do not speak of ropes to him
he will run away
you were not there when he died
when the final prayers were said
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Burning Down
]from the back of my neck, oh oh oh
Wired a glass jaw, oh oh
Plantation burning your boat is coming in
Strum your jews-harp, youre reeking gin
Running water in a sinking boat
Going under but theyve got your goat
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - cant you see that my hands are bound
Johnny mike is reading in the yard
His storys timely, oh oh oh
What river is it anyway, radio
Not in a boat, in your ear
Running water in a sinking boat
Going under but theyve got your goat
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - cant you see that my hands are bound
You pick your island in the sun
Take your island off hes got a gun
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - cant you see that my hands are bound
Hes cooking in the woods, a brush fire in your neck
Feeling mighty mighty, oh oh oh
You can pick your island in the sun
Take your island off hes got a gun
Running water in a sinking boat
Going under but theyve got your goat
Burning down - my hands are tied my feet are bound
Burning down - cant you see that my hands are bound
song performed by by REM
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When The Body Is Bound
when the body is bound by an
invisible rope of morality and decorum
how can the arms and hands scheme
and make the discreet meeting
with the lustful desires of the feet?
the heart is full. the mind empties itself.
the tongue wants to talk, but the mouth
does not open.
the pen writes, and keeps on writing
what is never spoken.
that is what happens when age comes
when the spirit is willing but the body complains.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Our Chains
we are chained
we know that
we feel it everyday
we like to find solutions
our vision
our objective
is freedom
but everyday we are chained
we know these chains
we carry them
and they make the sounds of steel
and iron
we wear it in our necks
and on our feet
we feel the dangling of the weights
we have broadened our shoulders
and sharpened our wits
to know well these chains
to carry them all
still with dignity and pride.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Chained and Locked Away
She's pretty, she's cute, sexy as you need,
Boy's stay away those chains,
Are meant to be.
She is dangerous I say,
If you don’t believe,
Give her rum and wait to see.
Her eyes move light to dark,
The once ant turns to a pit bull ready to strike.
Not wanting to be another mans blow up doll,
But she will for a drink or a hit,
More she gets the more she’ll give.
She doesn’t want to leave this place,
Cause here she feels no pain.
Where she is chained and locked away.
Every night sober as can be,
She cries herself to sleep,
From what the men have done that day.
Life is hard when scars are felt,
Still more to come by each day.
Little sleep is give to her,
So rarely a man is a way.
She begs and pleads,
And screams in pain.
Its a wonder that she doesn’t pray?
You can’t imagine how it feels,
For you to be hurt each and every day.
She is bound in chains, ropes, and cords all of a kind.
If she wishes for it to stop,
She doesn’t know how,
In her mind she knows,
A pleasant place to be.
Not here or now where she screams for the hurt to stop.
None’s listening, none’s caring, none’s believing
The girl who is getting raped everyday.
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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On Journalism
I can't speak now. My mouth has been taped shut.
I can't move. I've been bound and tied to a chair.
I've had an unsettling feeling in my gut.
I'm a prisoner. I'm a captive held where
I can't snap the ropes binding my legs, my arms
Together. I can only wait for harm
That seems impending and close to approach. I
Can only be a hostage. I don't know why.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Thank You For Loving Me
honey thank you for loving me
you love me for what i am
look at my hands, i am bound
look at my feet, they are bound too
look at my body, bound to the strongest pillar
that mankind has built for all its men
look at my tongue, itis hidden
my mouth, i am shut
you come closer to me and touch me
you give me water you give me bread
you give me hope and will not own me
you kiss me and you do not say goodbye
i am bound, i am not free, and yet you still love me.
thank you my dear for kissing me in my prison cell.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I am' poem
I am the dog bound by a collar
I wonder what is beyond this wooden fence
I hear the sound of cars in the distance
I see, through the cracks, people passing
I want to be free from this collar bound by chains
I am the dog bound by a collar
I pretend to be beyond the fence
I feel the grass between my paws
I touch the dirt beneith the grass
I worry of what will become of me
I cry in worry on a moonlit night
I am the dog bound be a collar
I understand the life of a dog
I say no to the life
I dream about leaving this yard
I try to leave, but fail
I hope that I, to, can be free from these chains
I am the dog bound by a collar.
(Please comment, ty)
poem by Dylan Griffin
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In A Happy World
in a happy world we do not just speak about laughter
neither do we speak about flowers blooming when we speak about beauty
or we simply talk about our persons when we speak about truths
happiness and sorrows, ugliness and beauty, truths and lies,
you must have seen them how they all danced last night holding hands
and swaying and stomping their feet on the dancing halls of life
they are sisters, they are lovers, they are even parents and children
you must have learned how they go together like a woman with two faces.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Bound
Bound
By: Adam M. Snow
'Bound, ' a word I fear when all thing's near,
my past, myself I choose to hide.
But of bound, my fear drawing near; my world I denied.
Is there no hope? My life is bound, my life's profound still I hide.
I long for freedom I cannot grasp.
To have you understand, now while I clasp my truth I dare not speak.
Why can't I love with shadows covering?
Just for once, the feeling of free; my path before me, broken.
My arms, my legs both strapped to this pedestal whom I called life;
my eyes blinded by strife.
My tongue cut out before me so I may see,
there's no hope for me yet; but I regret it all.
poem by Adam M. Snow
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Chains On My Neck
Chains On My Neck
I’m black here I sit with chains on my neck
I’m beside other black men with chains on their necks
I’m waiting but while I wait my mind
takes me to my village
There, there is my home
I built it with my hands and my brothers hands
I built it with my sweat and pride
a very, very fine house indeed
But I am here sitting with chains on my neck
Beside other black men with chains on their necks
I see in my minds eye my fine house
I bring in furniture, built by my hands and my father’s hands
Strong furniture made with care from the best trees
But I am here sitting with chains on my neck
Beside other black men with chains on their necks
I see again in my minds eye my fine house
I bring in my spear, ax and shield
Deadly weapons to attack or defend
I mount them on the wall of my fine house
But I am sitting with chains on my neck
Beside me other black men with chains on their necks
I shake my chains and my house is on the other end of my chains.
Copyright 2005
poem by Watchful Steward
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Prometheus sonnet
Thou brave old Titan, that in chains didst lie,
Bound to the rock on the Caucasian hill,
Who by sublime endurance didst defy
Imperial Jove and all his shapes of ill;
As I invoke thy spirit here to-day, --
From the old Pagan world thou speak'st to me,
I hear thy voice across Time's sounding sea,
Bid me thus bear and conquer. -- I obey.
Henceforth, like thee, I will endure and wait
On life's bleak summit bound, without dismay.
Then in thine iron car roll on thy way,
Thou stern, relentless power that men call Fate,
Loose then thy bolts thou dark and threat'ning sky --
Thou vulture at my heart, feed to satiety!
poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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How I Live...
there is another world
where my eyes sojourn like
a white yacht
anchoring for a while
while the storm to my
destination rages
this is the place of temporary
hiding
there is another world where my
hands permanently reside
it is a world of ropes and chains
where my fingers
are hindered from moving
from pointing
except to feel what my heart
desires
my eyes are too honest
they do what they want
they feast when they are hungry
my fingers are like nuns
in the monastery
my hands are the nunneries
on two worlds my body lives
balancing
the rope, the chains and the
pulpit
meanwhile, the confessional is
occupied
the sins revealed
to God in metaphors...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The king's consort
I
Love, was it yesternoon, or years agone,
You took in yours my hands,
And placed me close beside you on the throne
Of Oriental lands?
The truant hour came back at dawn to-day,
Across the hemispheres,
And bade my sleeping soul retrace its way
These many hundred years.
And all my wild young life returned, and ceased
The years that lie between,
When you were King of Egypt, and The East,
And I was Egypt's queen.
II
I feel again the lengths of silken gossamer enfold
My body and my limbs in robes of emerald and gold.
I feel the heavy sunshine, and the weight of languid heat
That crowned the day you laid the royal jewels at my feet.
You wound my throat with jacinths, green and glist'ning serpent-wise,
My hot, dark throat that pulsed beneath the ardour of your eyes;
And centuries have failed to cool the memory of your hands
That bound about my arms those massive, pliant golden bands.
You wreathed around my wrists long ropes of coral and of jade,
And beaten gold that clung like coils of kisses love-inlaid;
About my naked ankles tawny topaz chains you wound,
With clasps of carven onyx, ruby-rimmed and golden bound.
But not for me the Royal Pearls to bind about my hair,
poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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Speak With Kindness (Or Do Not Speak At All)
speak with kindness,
or do not speak at all.
speak not of judgement,
you are not the judge.
speak not of salvation,
let your living be your scriptures.
speak not of scriptures,
let your actions be your holy book.
speak not as apostle or teacher,
speak as a human being.
speak not of god,
then god will speak through you!
speak not as a man,
for you are woman too.
speak not with hateful malice,
for love does not work that way.
speak not as a prophet or seer,
speak as compassion made flesh.
speak not of morality,
speak of connection.
speak not of authority,
the tree and the leaf have just as much.
speak not of holiness,
for all that lives be holy.
speak with kindness...
or do not speak at all!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Murky Matters
Murky matters solidify to fight a year,
Years pass for the people who care;
Cleansing the fastened rope with water
We raise the subject of a rarity.
When the yesterday has arrived
Then we mutter so that corridors
Speak like halls, and halls speak points
Of conduct, that shrivel afterwards.
Especially the murky matters astound us
In the end.
Rope has gained weight on this world
And we have arguments for the whole of Us.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Alberta Bound
Oh the prairie lights are burnin bright
The chinook wind is a-movin in
Tomorrow night Ill be alberta bound
Though Ive done the best I could
My old luck aint been so good and
Tomorrow night Ill be alberta bound
No one-eyed man could eer forget
The rocky mountain sunset
Its a pleasure just to be alberta bound
I long to see my next of kin
To know what kind of shape theyre in
Tomorrow night Ill be alberta bound
Alberta bound, alberta bound
Its good to be alberta bound
Alberta bound, alberta bound
Its good to be alberta bound
Oh the skyline of toronto
Is somethin youll get onto
But they say youve got to live there for a while
And if you got the money
You can get yourself a honey
A written guarantee ta make you smile
But its snowin in the city
And the streets and brown and gritty
And I know theres pretty girls all over town
But they never seem ta find me
And the one I left behind me
Is the reason that Ill be alberta bound
Alberta bound, alberta bound
Its good to be alberta bound
Alberta bound, alberta bound
Its good to be alberta bound
Its good to be alberta bound
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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If I Died Today
if i died today
what would you say
if i died today
what would you do
would you cry
because i left you alone
or would you hate me
because we are bound by blood
if i died today
would you kill yourself
because you failed as my gaurdian
if you died today
id weep black tears
and as my soul shattered
id wish to be with you again
in our other world
but if i died today
you would try to bring me bak
even if it killed you
but in the very end you would realize
all i wanted
was for you to live
and to protect my body
so that i may once again return.
poem by Jasmine Appelhaus
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Body Talk
I can tell
By the way you stare at me
(talk):
Its deep...real deep
Your minds messed up
Words just dont come easily
(talk):
It should be natural
Your invitation...baby
Turned my head around
Quiet conversation
Language without sound
Body talk...work your body
Everybody let your body talk
Body talk...work your body
Everybody needs some body talk
The guy with me
Hes just a friend of mine
(talk)
Its purely platonic
So if youre tuff enuff
Baby step across the line
(talk)
Girlfriend dont bite
My imagination...baby
Bound to blow my mind
Body talk...work your body
Everybody let your body talk
Body talk...work your body
Everybody needs some body talk
Body talk
I can hear your body talk
Speak to me baby
Body talk
I can hear your body talk
Speak to me baby
Body talk
I can hear your body talk
Body talk
I can hear your body, body, body, body
Talk
I get the picture...baby
Come on over here
Your lips aint moving
But I hear you loud and clear
(chorus out)
song performed by by Donna Summer
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The Person I Am
I have two ears so I can hear
To both sides of every story,
I have two eyes which gives me sight
To see the evil and also the glory.
I have one mouth that I can speak or shout
To say what I have seen or had heard,
I have one brain so I can proclaim
Of all things I have observed,
I have two hands which help me stand
And also to pick up others that had fallen,
I have two arms which can do harm
Or help anyone when they come calling.
I have two feet that can walk down the street
And also to help me stand my ground,
I have two legs that can carry troubles away
And take me wherever I am bound,
I have one mind and I know that I am kind
And also I have one soul,
They made me this man as I know that I am
As I am the person that you see and know.
poem by Randy McClave
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You Do Not Own Me!
you do not own me!
you do not own my body!
i will not wear your chains!
i take off my shirt,
and show the marks on my back
to the world, defiant to the end!
you do not own my mind!
you cannot tell me what i can think.
you will not tell me
what i can and cannot read!
you cannot tell me what to believe.
i do not buy your lie!
you do not own my heart!
you cannot limit my ability to feel.
you will not tell me whom i can
and cannot love.
you do not own my words.
i speak from the scars on my body.
i speak with the thoughts
of a free mind... i speak
from the feelings of my heart.
you do not own me,
and you never will.
i have decided to be free!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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