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It Is Always The Pain That Writes....

they think that
it is a little paranoia that is always on the go
for catching cold
and some words, for wishing about death
and destruction of the
self,

it is not, because pain has always been there
and no matter how you put the pesticides to kill it,
or antivirals, or antibiotics to cure the wounds,
or no matter how you try to remove it and
severe it,
with a knife or hammer

it will always be there
like your whole skin holding all your body parts

it is always there
like a world spinning holding everything
from cloud to
seaweed

to pebble to single cells
to all those molecules
and atoms,

smaller and
so minute, escaping our
further notice

we think they are gone
until they pinch us again
like the first snow flake of winter
in old London.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Minute By Minute (Dobbie Brothers)

(Michael McDonaldLester Abrams)
Hey, don't worry, I've been lied to
I've been here many times before
Girl, don't you worry, I know where I stand
I don't need this love, I don't need your hand
I know I could turn, blink, and you'd be gone
Then I must be prepared any time to carry on
But minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
You will stay just to watch me, darlin'
Wilt away on lies from you
Can't stop the habit of livin' on the run
I take it all for granted like you're the only one
Livin' on my own
Somehow that sounds nice
You think I'm your fool
Well, you may just be right
'Cause minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Call my name and I'll be gone
You'll reach out and I won't be there
Just my luck you'll realize
You should spend your life with someone
You could spend your life with someone
Minute by minute by minute by minute
I'll be holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I'll be holding on...

song performed by by Michael Mcdonald
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Minute By Minute

Michael mcdonald/lester abrams
Hey, dont worry, Ive been lied to
Ive been here many times before
Girl, dont you worry, I know where I stand
I dont need this love, I dont need your hand
I know I could turn, blink, and youd be gone
Then I must be prepared any time to carry on
But minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
You will stay just to watch me, darlin
Wilt away on lies from you
Cant stop the habit of livin on the run
I take it all for granted like youre the only one
Livin on my own
Somehow that sounds nice
You think Im your fool
Well, you may just be right
cause minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Call my name and Ill be gone
Youll reach out and I wont be there
Just my luck youll realize
You should spend your life with someone
You could spend your life with someone
Minute by minute by minute by minute
Ill be holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
Ill be holding on...

song performed by by Doobie Brothers
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Cold winter night

It was a cold winter night.
All was deadly still.
My guts so tight
I must kill!

The cry of a wolf enters my head
Like a train whistle that echoes far away.
Can it be…something lives on this winter night?
Follow the sound and pray
It does not go away.

My hunger juices flowing; I go.
I and the wolf both now know
Neither is alone in the land of snow.
Oh, how I wish I had his sight
On this cold winter night

The north wind moved in the night before.
The ground all snow and bitter cold…so bitter cold.
The sky filled with stars.
The snow grows old.
My guts so tight
What a cold, cold winter night!

The wolf stays hidden from my sight
With it’s furry coat of gray and white.
He glides across the snow without sound
Like a ballerina tiptoeing over the ground.
My guts so tight
On this bitter cold winter night

I with my blood running slow
My hands burning cold; my face red glow
Driven by the pain in my gut
On this cold-cold bitter winter night

I must kill
To make the night still
So the hunger pains
Will be gone again

I hear nothing on this cold winter night
My hair stands up on the back of my neck
I fear the wolf knows
I turn
Crutch to spring
His fangs showing white; my knife in my hand
We circle like two roosters in a pen.
For one this will be the end.
The pain in my gut is still tight
I will kill but not for the trill
On such a killing bitter cold winter night

With the grace of a cat he springs to flight
My throat his aim on this cold winter night
My knife hits his heart…he hunches in pain;
His fangs rip my throat cutting the jugular vein.
The snows now stain on this cold winter night.

Blood and flesh flung upon the snow
Cries of pain, moans of death…soon will go
From this bitter cold ground
All is still on winter’s playground.

The wolf dances no more
My lips move but there is no sound.
My gut is still tight
I feel alright
No more time to fight
On this bitter cold winter night

Wind and snow now fill the air.
The wolf has an empty den.
The snow will be tracked no more.

Twinkle, twinkle little star
Genocide complete
In a galaxy so far

poem by Ronald Brissette
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To The Other World

try standing naked by this mirror
see yourself to every detail
look closer to your eyes
count the waves of your eyelashes
open your mouth and see how many teeth you have
all white, pure white lining up on your pink gums
feel your lips with your fingertips
feel the pulp the flesh of the lower lip
to the upper lip
touch your hair
do not imagine them all black
closely they are not at all
move a little bit closer and see your body
this beautiful human body
flesh, contours, curves, some muscles
the whole of your skin wrapping
everything in your body holding them all
nothing falls, on this erect body, this
god before you, standing steel-like with dignity
in front of the mirror
do not claim you have seen your soul with your eyes
do not lie
be honest to yourself now,
alone, you are alone, do not imagine
any god, any soul, any spirit,
just be honest,
touch your body with your hands
feel the joy of having this body
your body, pinch a part of it to feel
not pain, but just to feel that you are alive,

do you ever ask what made these parts stay as one?
look again at the mirror of this stature
your body, it is you, touching your body

take a hammer, and destroy the mirror
shatter everything to pieces

this is the world without a mirror
there is nothing to reflect you now
nothing to imagine, it is you, the real you

do you ever ask now, where is that other world?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Alas! Everything Is In A Flux

the body of the loved one
that lies there
without a face since it was the fire
that consumed
what flesh was once there
in the breast
and the extremities

all are atoms and molecules
vibrating
there is no body, no pain now
there is only the sound
of a whisper
radiations of waves upon waves
and when you go inside
alas! everything is in a flux
in fact
there is nothing

so why are you crying?
are you grieving for flying atoms
for jumping molecules?
for love that is nothing but the interstitial
spaces between each
nothingness?

let me be honest with you
i have no grief for no one,
not even for me.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Winter Message

A flake of snow in flurry thro’ the air
Had landed as a kiss upon my cheek:
A secret message, just for me to share;
To take to heart but never dare to speak
About or presuppose to other eyes
Your open feelings – distant though they are.
And so, upon your lips, my OWN surprise:
A flake of snow returned from me afar.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

winter winter winter winter icy winter
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winter winter winter winter icy winter
winter winter winter winter icy winter

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Tomorrow Doesnt Matter Tonight

You already made up your mind
Just who youre looking for and what kind of love youll find
Holding out for a dream
But I can see youre lonely, living isnt only a fantasy
I dont fit into your plans, but you can reach for my hands
Chorus:
Tomorrow doesnt matter tonight, Im holding you and it feels so right
I know you didnt plan it this way, let yourself go if you want to stay
Its all right, cos tomorrow doesnt matter tonight
Really hate to see you confused
I want no promises, so what have you got to lose
When you look in my eyes
Dont think about tomorrow, this feeling isnt meant to be analyzed
Why should you be all alone til your heart finds a home
Tomorrow doesnt matter tonight, Im holding you and it feels so right
I know you didnt plan it this way, let yourself go if you want to stay
Its all right, cos tomorrow doesnt matter tonight
(guitar solo)
(tomorrow doesnt matter tonight, tomorrow) let yourself go!
(tomorrow doesnt matter tonight, tomorrow)
Tomorrow doesnt matter tonight, Im holding you and it feels so right
I know you didnt plan it this way, let yourself go if you want to stay
Its all right
Tomorrow doesnt matter at all, Im holding you and it feels so right
I know you didnt plan it this way, let yourself go if you want to stay
Its all right, tomorrow doesnt matter tonight
Tonight!

song performed by by Starship
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the Severe Grim World that has everything in its hands

Old Mr Godd -
He ‘s lost his sense of humor
O what's the matter?
Is he afraid his dentures
might fall off
if he laughs even a little?
Old Mrs Boobs
she too does not laugh;
she does not even smile
maybe she's worried
if she laughed
she'll piss standing up
Old Establishments Revered and Wise
they hide all the Reverends Gray and Bent
and tall bearded men in black clothes
who display eloquent words and frightening convictions
cold, severe and holding cards
close to their chests
Why, what's the matter?
Are the Establishments afraid
they will all fart together
and all the hot air disappear
and then they'll all be left like spent balloons…?
Old Mr Must
he sits faceless and his eyes with no light
What's the matter with Mr Must?
What's he afraid of? Is he afraid
whatever he's got between his legs will fall off?

poem by Raj Arumugam
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Field Of Life

Lost in my own eden,
all ground flat and even,
no hint of winter’s season.
Only the warmth of the sun,
and blossoms of cherry and plum,
not even a cloud on the horizon.

Here flowers and towering trees grow,
and here a bubbling stream does flow,
no sign of a flake or two of snow.
Here the sky is blue and bright,
not a single dark cloud in sight,
just a land of summer’s delight.

Lost in my own paradise,
an unfettered field of life,
with no unwanted sacrifice.
Only a place of true tranquillity,
where the winds of time blow free,
no matter what your status or ability.

poem by Dale Mullock
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Dark Winter Blues

The darkness of winter in some parts of the world,
The blues that it brings to make them sick;
But who is able to challenge nature?

Dark winter blues,
From the middle of November to the end of January;
There our hopes lied so low in the North of the Arctic Circle.

Dark winter blues,
To endure the long dark nights of the Arctic winter;
With pastel shades of blue and violet wrapped in the snow.

Snow ballls,
Snow falls;
The dark winter does have negative effects on some people,
But the earth will keep on moving.

Wrapped in the cold of the snow,
With seasonal moods from the winter blues;
But this sadness of winter cannot be wiped away so easily.

There is no place to escape to with this claustrophobic,
But it is a matter of patience to push the days away;
And the orbit of the earth is all that makes the difference.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Paradox Box

Existence:
Lines on a page
Ink is Ink
no matter how you look at it

So Simple - So Complex
Atoms touch atoms-
Waves of water
on sandy shores
-Atoms are atoms
no matter how you look at 'em
Its Now and Never forever more

Heisenberg; Uncertainty; Organized Chaos
and Quantum Mechanics - all gift-wrapped
in a pretty little paradox box - a para-box
To: US
From: GOD

-Some think he is a mathematician...

poem by Ray Quesada
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The Purpose In Life Is To Find Its Purpose

it does not matter
really who is at the top
the one who shines
like the sun
the best and most
useful
the most important
and even say
indispensable
like air

it does not really matter
to me
whether you are the
sun or the
moon
whether you are
king or
god

the place does not
matter
any name for the matter
does not
really matter to me

i am here because i
want a cure
and what matters most then
is

where is the cure?
or even just
that temporary relief
from these series of deaths
that we
are experiencing

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Does Not Matter #2

it does not matter- if you're getting old
it does not matter- if you're skin and bones
it does not matter-if you're old and gray
it does not matter-if you go or stay
it does not matter- what people say
it does not matter-living day to day

the only thing that matters, is that
you're alive today
and you'll fight whatever comes your way.

never give up on yourself
for you have no one else.
age is with us to contend
age is something that is not your friend.

it does not matter- if you had a good life
it does not matter- if you're contrite.

no one really knows the true life you've led
and if you deserve to be in a bed.
and if death is at your bedside
in' GOD' you must confide.

HE is the only one that knows what
you've been through.
so confession is what you have to do.

but! it does not matter
if you confess or not
for he has your graveplot.

so ask forgiveness for what you've done
to' GODS' only son.

poem by Louis Rams
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Universal Gallows (War)

Washington and London, conquerors proud
penitents, Earth’s perturbation cowed.
Your torn ingested satellites held -
so much interstellar molecules
for mighty spiral galaxies to meld.
A hundred billion arms swirl and pull
your million killed, your hegemonic rules.

Men’s courts a gravity shallows
false prophets beyond human gallows
but judgement, a constants universal -
the proton, neutron, and justice, no rehearsal
man’s victor’s justice, a shame unique.

Our big bang dies of cold regret
only to rebirth, in life’s spasm.
So hungary for critical mass, yet
refuses recycle in star plasma
your volatile words, your sensous gas.
It fearful of spirit tainted matter
in cyclical space’s elastic
for zygote galaxies, chiasmata.

So justice delayed but doesn’t matter
the cosmos itself purges you -
all death decayed and atoms shattered
your energy red shifted splatter.
Vous profane, sin of stigmata!

poem by Philip Housiaux
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Razzle Dazzle

(GillanGloverPaiceMorseAirey)
I don't have the time of day
I don't know what day I is
Someone's falling on my head
Get up:get up
We're going out on the raz
Razzle dazzle
Call it what you want
To me it don't matter
It's where I belong
It's a matter of distinction
A real fine line
Between an orgy of destruction
And a wonderful time
This room's so cold and bare
There's nothing here for me
I've got to find some heat somewhere
Get up:get up
We're going out on the raz
Razzle dazzle
Call it what you want
It really doesn't matter
When I'm bangin' on a gong
While someone's holding out
To a willing congregation
And we can all forget about
The state of the nation
Can't hear a thing
But I see your lips are moving
I'm working on my thinking
And I think it's improving
I'm going to get the blame
So I might as well deliver
If only I can swim across
This weird human river
I know I started out
With the best of intentions
Some blinding inspiration
And a few not-to-mention
And now I'm looking deep
Into the last dying embers
Shouting what are we doing here
And nobody remembers
I've lost a friend or two
I don't know where they have gone
Only one thing I can do
Get up:get up
I'm going out on the raz
Razzle dazzle
Call it what you want
To me it don't matter
It's where I belong
It's a matter of distinction
A real fine line
Between an orgy of destruction
And a wonderful time

song performed by by Deep Purple
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God, Me, And The Snow

God and me
We're just layin in the snow
Right beside one another
Listening to the snow fall down upon us
Holding hands
Nothing else in the world could make me happier
This is my one little minute
Where I have Him
All to myself
Just God and me
Out here in the snow

poem by Cheyenne Ashley
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Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.

quote by Jack London
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The unknown feelings

No one will know who I truely am.
No one will know everything I can,
No one sees how much pain I am in,
No one knows this is a sin,
You will need to realize who I can be,
Just listen to me,
I am not the happy girl you see,
I am the one who is always alone and let be,
Walking alone in the cold winters night,
Slipping on ice, holding her legs to her chest tight,
As the cold whisps through her lungs they slowly freeze,
Then a cold breeze, whipped through ehr whole body making her quiver,
For winter is here and now she is there being left to shiver,
No one will ever know who she really was,
Only because now she is onlya was,
For that night she froze to death,
Because people assumed way to much,
For those people now are just the way they were before,
stupid and dumb,
for they do what they did to her to everyone else.
Thid girl died a lonely, sad, cold women,
who could have lived out her life if she hadnt fell,
if those peple wouldnt have said those words..
NO ONE WILL KNOW WHO I TRUELY AM BECASUE I AM NOW A WAS.

poem by Jade Smith
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Death and Birth

Death leads to birth rather than birth, to death.
Birth is close to death and not vice versa.
Every birth is at the result of a death.
Death to birth, not birth to death, is the path.

The death of clay is the birth of a pot;
The death of the pot is the birth of clay.
Ice melts to water and water forms ice.
In each conversion, occur death and birth.

The death of a night is the birth of a day;
The death of a day is the birth of a night.
New Year means the death of the old year too.
In each transition, takes place death and birth.

The death of a seed is the birth of a plant;
The death of gametes is the birth of an embryo.
Salts die to form cells; cells die to form salts.
In each growth, form death and birth of matter.

The so called death and birth is nothing but
Deaths and births of forms made of matter.
The matter itself does not die to be born
But is converted to different forms.

Elements disappear to form plants.
Plants as food add to the animals’ flesh.
Plants and animals on death liberate
As elements, serving through worms and germs.

When a child is born, there’s no birth of life.
The embryo transforms into a child.
When a man dies, there is no death of life.
The body disintegrates to salts.

Matter, energy and life have no death
They have got one birth since when they’ve been.
They interact and come different stages
In which the pattern is death and birth.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Integral We

By sheer will we hold ourselves together
As, molecules & atoms are prone to scatter
Creation! Occurs when opposites attract
Just before consolidating into matter

ROTMS

poem by Ray Lucero
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