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The Shouts Of The Maddening Crowd

on this day i hear them
the maddening crowd shouting inside
an enclosure of the town
betting on who wins this time
the winner that takes it all
and the loser
who cries alone

it is the same crowd who tells you who you must be
what to do
what to be
to be just like one of them in greed and gamble
they have a thousand eyes and their mouths speak to you
in unison

dare not run against their wishes
lest you be an outcast with all you possess stripped away from you
your name your past and if you stay a little longer

your future

today, it is all over, i am planning my escape
to the place of my silence

where i can speak and hear what i am speaking
where i can be brave where at last i can just be myself

there i am an island that even you cannot touch

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Near and dear

Who is the winner
I cannot say
It is not within
My capacity to say.

I know everybody is loser
I dare not say
Nobody is there
To belief what I say.

When I standup to say
Nobody is there to hear
I cannot say
What I want to say
What I want to say
You are not ready to hear.

I know who is the winner
I know who is the loser
When I want to say
You are no more
My dear and near.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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When You Say Nothing At All (Rumba)

It's amazing
How you can speak
Right to my heart
Without saying a word,
You can light up the dark
Try as I may
I could never explain
What I hear when
You don't say a thing
[CHORUS:]
The smile on your face
Lets me know
That you need me
There's a truth
In your eyes
Saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says
You'll catch me
Whenever I fall
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
All day long
I can hear people
Talking out loud
But when you hold me near
You drown out the crowd
(The crowd)
Try as they may
They can never define
What's been said
Between your
Heart and mine
[Repeat chorus twice]
(You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all)
The smile on your face
The truth in your eyes
The touch of your hand
Let's me know
That you need me
[Repeat chorus]
(You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all)
The smile on your face
The truth in your eyes
The touch of your hand
Let's me know
That you need me
(You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all)

song performed by by Ronan Keating
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R 3

he does not take things sitting down now
the legs have reminded them of their impatience
the hands are wary and the eyes are no longer skeptical
one must stand

one must take his stand now
the crowd is taking that one voice of the brave man

then he asks himself, what for? everything had been lost
most of himself had been taken away
and there is nothing left except the mind that he completely owns now
that thought that he will never speak about it
because if he will
the world will be lost, the castle of illusion shall crumble

and those that who know courage
for the last time
shall die

and to choose between silence and leaving away
and having to see a world ruined by another hurricane of ideas

he's rather have
what it takes the lie to survive, darkness retreating
to give way to light

another new day without change
another peaceful day with some tolerable tales

it is not the right time yet
perhaps, tomorrow, yes, perhaps when i am no longer with you.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It's Getting Ugly

They want to live
You want to die
You don't know why
You feel the pain
You scream his name
Crying
Trying
Unsuccessfully dying

Is this how it was meant to be?
You
Without me?
Is everything you say a lie?
Why the hell do we even try?
Why do we care?
Take the plunge
Do the dare

And then the day comes:
'I don't love you anymore.'
What is this life...
Worth living for?
Did I love you?
Do I now?
Could it be true
Someway, somehow?

Did you really
Shatter my dreams?
My voice is begging
For you to hear me scream
'Why me? ! '
I scream outloud
And, soon enough
We have a crowd

'She's going to jump! '
Somebody yells
TIC-TOC
The time tells
'Goodbye, ' I whisper
Oh-so-low
I hear some pleas
Of 'please don't go! '

So, forgetting life
Love, and hate
I dive into the air
Accepting my fate
Gasps, and cries
And, begs of 'NO! '
As I reach down
To closer below

And, then it's over
In a flash
My body is mangled
My head is smashed
I can no longer think things through
I can no longer think of you
A new escape-
I now begin
But, in the end
Did I win?

© Copyright 1999 Nicole Settimi/Dark Lyric Poetry
Dark Lyric Poetry by The Dark Artist Nicole Settimi

poem by Nicole Settimi
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Your Gaze Has Always Made A Difference

i wonder why your gaze makes
a lot of difference from all the gazes
i have seen in my lifetime

i look at you. I steal a moment to
look at you. I am not afraid. I am silent
about this gaze. It is true.
Your eyes are different. They speak
They sing a love song.
Not necessarily for me.
But i like it that way. For me.For me?

then you gaze at me. I pretend
I do not understand the language
of your eyelashes. They say,
why are you avoiding me?
Don't you know that my eyes
did not sleep last night because
you were there kissing my lips
in the metaphors dancing
in the ceiling?

I stop thinking. This cannot be.
How are we speaking in the midst
of this crowd without using
a word, or even a syllable?

I walk away. No, this cannot be.
This is strange. This is impossible.
Two gazes speaking a language
of their own. Saying: this is love.
This is desire. And the night is
waiting. It is short. It not demanding
in knowing a true name, or a place, or
a space in the future.

I close my eyes. I open them again.
I walk away. Now, I am tellling myself
I cannot hear you. I am safe.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love Never Dies

I will love you forever,
Though your lips might speak end.
I will hold you in my heart and soul,
As my everyday slowly begins.
I will see you when my eyes are blinded,
As I feebly walk alone.
And I will feel only you in my soul
When my heart is full of woe.
I will touch you, or I will remember the touch,
When my fingers become cold and numb.
And I will see, and hear only of you,
When the stars in the sky replaces the sun.
I will hear you speak again,
When a breeze gently blows past.
Then I will speak, of love and you,
When my first breath, becomes my last.
And when GOD calls me home again,
I will kneel unto the Lord.
And I will speak so proudly and only of you,
For I will love you more then, than I did before.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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How I love your Voice

How I love to hear you speak and call my name
The way your lips, tongue, and mouth forms letters and words
Those sensual overtones that utter sweet sounds that resonate in my ears
How I love to hear you speak

Your articulation brings forth joy and laughter to my soul
Your words are like music set to a melody sang by angels
It is like the birds summoning me to paradise
Your subtle amplitude drives me while at ever utterance

I beg you to continue speaking to me for I have never heard a sweeter tone
Your audible vibrations are like a musical instrument playing lullabies to my soul
Your voice reminds me of being a child being rocked to sleep
Speak to me in those warm tones of elegance that only you possess

How I love to here your voice in all its magnitude
It comforts me on my lonely days of inner reflection
It brings me hope for a greater day
When I hear you regulate the tones I am in a trance

I am captivated by every sentence you speak
I listen to your words intently at its rhythm
It warms me on a cold day and cools me off in the heat
How I love just to hear you speak to me

I would give it all away just to hear your words
Such satisfying sounds swings me back and forth in a dizzy dance
I lose my footing every time you speak
It is not just your words but the beauty within that captivates me so

I save all your messages to hear plaid over and over again
They are melodious songs that bring forth the light of a new day
They are enchanting as you are in life
No words spoken could explain the grace and charm of your voice

Each time you speak I have died a thousand times
With each word I am sent heaven bound
Your voice takes me places only imagined in dreams
Paradise once lost is found in your voice

Let it be known that there is no other like you
I am compelled to a higher ground
Your expressions are like the wind in my sails that sets me free
I cannot place no other above you

Your voice is all I ever need to hear in life
Your ability to speak brings shivers up and down my spine
It has the greatest influence over my body
If I should ever fall and stricken deaf, your voice would remain reverberating in my heart
It would be the last sounds I would want to hear
Your name would be the last sound spoken from my lips

Your voice, how I love it so

poem by Wilfred Mellers
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Never Ending

I try to speak but I can only hear silence...
I say no words for that is how I feel... nothing
Only my thoughts can speak but only I can hear their low whispers...
They surround me at night speaking of you...
I try to shut them out...
but those never ending voices only speak louder...
Tormenting my heart until they get what they want...
I lay there and cry myself to sleep only to dream of your face...
Never ending thoughts;
Never ending voices;
Never ending dreams...

poem by Adela Myers
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Stripped

Come with me
Into the trees
We'll lay on the grass
And let the hours pass
Take my hand
Come back to the land
Let's get away
Just for one day
Let me see you stripped down to the bone
Let me see you stripped down to the bone
Metropolis
Has nothing on this
You're breathing in fumes
I taste when we kiss
Take my hand
Come back to the land
Where everything's ours
For a few hours
Let me see you stripped down to the bone
Let me see you stripped down to the bone
Let me hear you make decisions,without your television
Let me hear you speaking just for me
Let me see you stripped down to the bone
Let me hear you speaking just for me
Let me see you stripped down to the bone
Let me hear you crying just for me

song performed by by Scooter
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Catastrophe Within Silence

silence as in a room with no sound
but the hard pounding drops of rain against the window
silence as in being in a crowd of people
but no one is paying any attention to you
silence as in the pain that harvests inside
but not a soul is around to help u through it
silence yet another meaning of no commotion
but leaves many oblivious to anything of mention
there is catastrophe within silence
but who are those to even realize it?
not a word against a crowd
or a cry for help
not a simple acknowledgment
or an act speaking an opinion
silence
silence may be the
fear
shock
or agitation
within our world that leaves everyone
speechless
till all that is left is
catastrophe within silence

poem by Erin Sullivan
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Em 3

about you
what shall i say about you?

ah, i prefer my
silence

this is my cure about
you
yes, my silence

it shall speak about
you my silence

my very own silence
to speak about your
long silence

now we are at peace
in our silence

both shall speak about
us yes our silence

our marital silence in
the silence of our bed

the root of all our
troubles freud say is in

the silence of our beds
two beds now

four meters apart
speaking in silence

the silence of the house
and the chairs

and the staircases
and the carpets and

the ticks and the
empty glasses or those

cold coffee and
frozen butter.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Man Of A Thousand Faces

I'm the man of a thousand faces
A little piece of me in every part I take
I hold the tape for a thousand races
A different point of view in every speech I make
Cut me a piece of my divided soul
Cry me a river, call it rock and roll
Speak to a leader with the voice of command
And when I talk to God I know hell understand
I speak to machines with the voice of humanity
I'll Speak to the wise with the voice of insanity
Im the man of a thousand faces
A little piece of me in every part I take
I hold the tape for a thousand races
A different point of view in every speech I make
Cut me a piece of my divided soul
Cry me a river, call it rock and roll
Give me an attitude and watch me make it lie
Pass me a microphone
I need to testify
Well I speak to machines with the voice of humanity
Speak to the wise with the voice of insanity
Speak to the present in the past and future tense
Speak to a slave with the voice of obedience
Im the man of a thousand ages
You see my face in the stones of the Parthenon
You hear my song in the babble of Babylon
Im the man of a thousand riches
Be my guest at the feast of Satyricon
You spend the money that my logos printed on
Well I'll speak to machines with the voice of humanity
Speak to the wise with the voice of insanity
Speak to the present in the past and future tense
Speak to a slave with the voice of obedience
I stole a fire but it burned up much too soon
I took a leap and I landed on the moon
Look at my life and it looks like CNN
You see something once yknow its gonna come around again
Well Ill speak to machines with the voice of humanity
Speak to the wise with the voice of in

song performed by by Marillion
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Mute Moon

Mute moon
Stares down in silence

Like
A woman scarred
Stripped of her dignity
Too afraid to speak

Like
A deprived child
Hungry, grieving and waiting
Too tired to speak

Like
A King enthroned
Looking at his eager subjects
Aloof in silence

Like
An enlightened scientist
Holding secrets of the future
But bound by an oath of silence

Like
A wrinkled wise old man
Concealing secrets of the past
Better left unsaid

poem by Mwende Mutiso
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In The Silence Of A Reverie

In the silence of a reverie,
I hear a lonesome whistle call.
The cries of someone wanting
their lover to come back home,
and the sound of anguished voices
from a battlefield far away.

In the silence of a reverie,
I hear a baby cry for its father.
A father who marched to duty
to fight a far off war
and whom will never see
another spring again.

In the silence of a reverie,
I hear the muted cries
of the wailing widows
struggling in the tears of their grief.
I see the white crosses
row upon row is silent cemeteries.

In the silence of a reverie,
I hear a future filled
with the cries of hope and understanding.
A future filled with victories
from the enemies
we hold within our minds.

5 May 2010

poem by David Harris
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Dry Land

(music: hogarth / woore lyrics: steve hogarth)
In all the time that Ive known you
Youve been so edgy and nervous
I never wanted to own you
I was aware of the danger
Of making a bid for your favours
Youre such a natural stranger
I made excuses and ran
Youre an island
But I cant leave you all out at sea
Youre so violent with your silence
Youre an island
I cant sleep
Wont you speak to me
Im on dry land
Wont you help me please
In all the time that Ive known you
There has been something between us
I dont think its my imagination
I felt like I couldnt touch you
But I had the feeling youd love to
Tell me the truth if you could do
I made excuses and ran
Youre an island
But I cant leave you all out at sea
Youre so violent with your silence
Youre an island I cant sleep
Wont you speak to me
Im on dry land
Wont you help me please
Youre an island
But I cant leave you all out at sea
Youre so violent with your silence
Youre an island I cant sleep
Wont you speak to me
Im on dry land
Wont you help me please

song performed by by Marillion
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Paddington Ear

alone
i made
a call
home
far away
from platform
one

& found
upon
my phone
a family
(half
asleep)
in bed

one half
my wife
one half
my son
& spoke
to both

a wife
i once
(or twice)
had listened
to
(or more)

a son
i heard
now speak
who wouldn’t
speak before

today it was
the first time
that my son
would speak

today
the first time
i would hear
him speak

today
i heard
my son
speak

today
i heard
my son.

13.iii.08 London Paddington

poem by Andrew Fincham
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In The Middle Of The Crowd

in the middle of the crowd
where there is so much noise
all mouths talking
with no one listening
all arms and hands
moving and shouting
and all feet walking to
and fro like grandfather's
clock's mechanical pendulum

when the world seems to be
crowded not just with people
but with words
dishonest words and other
things that we do not really mean

why not try the silence of the stars
outside this crowd

on the grass, soft, soft grass
with the wind, cool cool winds

why not try the silence of the stars
under the sky
why not spend a little time with
the moon

let us try silence for a while
who knows
this world may still have peace
who knows
our overbeating hearts may
find its needed rest

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The crowd is the catalyst.

Whenever you are in the crowd
There I get you by sensual aid
As eyes are swords, more than words.
You are at ease in the crowd,
So private and so shrewd
In your approach to my side
That no one can suspect.
Enough. That only I expect.

A clear internet exists,
That binds us with no exits.
You are so sophisticated;
I am so intoxicated.
Whenever you are in the crowd
I never miss the very crowd.
You are the reason that I survive.
You are the cause my youth relives.

Whenever we are in the crowd
In us is lost the whole crowd.
We are fed when our eyes meet.
More than that, I want not.
Less than that, I stand not.
We are at ease in the crowd.
The whole time I shall incur.
I salute the crowd to recur.
30.04.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Want To Hear It From You

I want to hear it from you
I want to hear it from someone who knows how it is
All the second-hand words seem to get in my way
I want to hear it from you
I want to hear it again
I want to know if the soft scented touch of your lips
Must be taken away like a mothers first kiss to the life that she gives
Ive got a right to get it straight from you
To give my life a different point of view
To find a way to keep from losing you
If you dont know what to say
To understand is my life and the question is why
You should cry in the night while your eyes look away
Every time that I speak and theres nothing to say
I want to hear it from you
I want to hear it from you
Let me know how you feel
Youve got to make up your mind
Tell me where I can run
When my roof tumbles in
I want to hear it from you
I want to hear it from you

song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Earthcrosser

Sleep little flea
Little boy ? me?
A freak
Am I clean?
([background whisper] sleep)
I feel like men
(sleep little flea)
I feel like boys
(little boy me)
I think Im peeling
And the ring in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
Disconnected
I am unattached
Unmade bed makes me feel like a failure
Bedroom eyes lead to blurry vision
Blurry vision
Oh...
Oh...
And the ring in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
Too pale, too sick
Too scrawny
But Ill sleep here anyway
And the sheets smell like bodies
Not mine
Not yours
Not yours...
Its 2 am
And its quiet again
Wheres my lip gloss?
And the ring in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
And the ring in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
And the ring in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd

song performed by by Veruca Salt
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