Thoughts, indelible
Time slowly departs;
Vision gradually fades;
Voice goes feeble.
Dark engulfs.
Our parting is imminent
But my thought is bright.
What scenes you enacted
Are still there in it,
In multiple prints.
I think you, too, have such thoughts.
Enough, it is only my wish.
25.12.99
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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There is no ice that will never melt
There is no ice that will never melt
Slowly, gradually
Though freeze to sleep forever
Or not be moved by emotion
Slowly, gradually
It’s not needed fire arms
It’s not needed the right law
Only time
Slowly, gradually
The cold drips in my hands
Like a burning candle
Like a bleeding body
Gone into puddle
There is no ice that will never melt
Slowly, gradually
Will it be a thin hope
Or silent word
Slowly, gradually
It’s not needed genius mind
It’s not needed global warning
Only time
Slowly, gradually
The crystal vanishes in my hands
Like a crying stone
Like a dying swan
Gone into water
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Gone Away 654
my heart has been ripped and torn a sunder shredded into a million, a billion a trillion diffrent little pieces spread across a void a darkness so dark so black so utterly void of of anything but light i wander thru alone lost and confused my mind on so many other other diffrent things other then what i was originally thinking of now im lost and by myself no other company other then me and my misery my sorrow my anger and my sadness i see nothing i use to see everything i was once someone now im no one les than nothing nothing more then the nothingness in which i was before try as i may and try as i might i dont try no more i do nothing the goodness and the greatness has left me in a place ill probably always be in the time goes on for others and others onward time ticks and tocks it beats like my heart slowly but surely sumthing of anything sum kinda wonderful my soul has filled with the deepest darkest saddest of thoughts thought of this and thoughts of that of what once was and now is nothing more i feel my very soul like a candle in the slowly and surely my candle fades away into the very winds of eternity my soul doesnt go out with a bang jus fades from light to the darkness in which i am now absorbed now and forever more gone away to a place where all ill ever know is loneliness and darkness and misery a hundred times over and over gone may it seem but always in your heart and in your thoughts id hope to be in and part of always
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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A Thinker
How long are my thoughts alive?
Only until they move on.For new ones enter my mind each day
and the old ones are gone.
The simpler the thought,
the longer the stay.
Complex thinking is not for me.
I simply push it away.
I wake up sleepy
with eyes still closed
but my mind comes alive with thought
and then I am exposed
to multiple thoughts that surface again
and I've not even started my day.
Sometimes I wish to be thought-free
but I know that's not my way.
For thinkers are edgy, never complete
until a thought's on their mind.
And so I've learned to accept these things
and let them slowly unwind.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Trauma Of Time
Time Fades The Smile, Not The Pain.
Time Drains The Water Not The Damage From The Rain.
Time Fades The Tomorrow Not The Yesterday.
Time Fades The Cuts But The Scars Never Go Away.
Time Fades The Sweetness Not All The Things Sour.
Time Fades Those Few Precious Moments But Not The Crippling Hour.
Time Fades The Sun, Not It’s Brutal Remains.
Time Fades The Photographs Not There Stains.
Time Fades The Lessons Not All The Things That I’ve Learned.
Time Puts Out The Fire But Not The Days I Burned.
Time Fades The Colors Not The Glaring White.
Time Fades The Bruises Not The Darkness In The Night.
Time Fades The Happiness Not The Tears.
Time Fades The Triumphs Not The Fears.
Time Fades The Storm Not The Ocean.
Time Fades The Memories Not The Emotion.
Time Fades The Dreams Not The Nightmare.
Time Fades The Hand Not The Times You Weren’t There.
Time Fades The Beauty Not The Gloom.
Time Fades The Doors And Windows Not The Empty Room.
Time Fades The Love Not The Empty Lie.
Time Fades The Hello But Never The Goodbye.
poem by Bridgid Patrick
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Multiple
Marriage and divorce,
Remaariage and divorce;
Our sexual sins,
Our multiple lovers,
If your right eye causes you to sin gorge it out.
Whosoever looks on a woman with lust for her has,
Already committed adultery with her in his heart;
But he who departs from evil and upholds the law is accounted as mad.
Of men with multiple sex partners,
Of women with multiple sex partners,
Spiritual blindness has come upon mankind!
But most poeple never think to ask,
'Why' and 'How' did i get this disease in my body;
Yes, we are carried away with the cares of this world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Violence and perversion
All heroic deeds
Are enacted by cowards
And seen by cowards.
All romantic scenes
Are enacted by perverts
And seen by perverts.
Thus violence and
Libido find their exit,
Sparing the mrality.
20.06.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Vision Of You
(r. nowels/e. shipley)
Time moves a summer way
I can see your face again
Was it such a tragedy
Being you, being me
Smoke clears, the picture fades
But I stay back in yesterday
All the strangers come and go
All of them will never know
Chorus:
Nobodys touch feels like your touch
Nobody gets to me that much
Nobodys kiss moves me inside
And I have no place left to hide
Tell me what can I do?
I have a vision of you
Tell me what can I do?
With this vision of you
Did I walk? did you run?
Whats the way to love someone
Oh, my darling, did we know
What it meant when we let go?
(repeat chorus)
With this vision of you?
Bridge:
How can a candle ever burn so bright?
Casting a shadow on my life
I am blinded by your light
Even without you
(instrumental)
(repeat chorus)
With this vision of you
Tell me what can I do?
I have a vision of you
Tell me what can I do?
With this vision of you (to fade)
song performed by by Lea Salonga
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Imitation
A dark unfathomed tide
Of interminable pride -
A mystery, and a dream,
Should my early life seem;
I say that dream was fraught
With a wild and waking thought
Of beings that have been,
Which my spirit hath not seen,
Had I let them pass me by,
With a dreaming eye!
Let none of earth inherit
That vision of my spirit;
Those thoughts I would control,
As a spell upon his soul:
For that bright hope at last
And that light time have past,
And my worldly rest hath gone
With a sigh as it passed on:
I care not though it perish
With a thought I then did cherish
poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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Field Of Joy
let's wander slowly through the fields
slowly slowly through the fields
i touch the leaves that touch the sky
just you and i through fields of joy
all trouble slowly fades away
slowly slowly fades away
i hold your hand inside my hand
across the land through fields of joy
the sound of music that we hear
the blend of colors throug the air
all cities, mountains disappear from view
all truth and beauty near to me and you
with you through the fields
with you through the fields
with you through the fields
the fields of joy
let's wander slowly through the fields
slowly slowly through the fields
i know our love will never die
just you and i
through fields of joy
through fields of joy
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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Fields Of Joy
Let's wander slowly through the fields
Slowly slowly through the fields
I touch the leaves that touch the sky
Just you and I through fields of joy
All trouble slowly fades away
Slowly slowly fades away
I hold your hand inside my hand
Across the land through fields of joy
The sound of music that we hear
The blend of colors in the air
All cities
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from Mama Said
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Evening. To Harriet
O thou bright Sun! beneath the dark blue line
Of western distance that sublime descendest,
And, gleaming lovelier as thy beams decline,
Thy million hues to every vapour lendest,
And, over cobweb lawn and grove and stream
Sheddest the liquid magic of thy light,
Till calm Earth, with the parting splendour bright,
Shows like the vision of a beauteous dream;
What gazer now with astronomic eye
Could coldly count the spots within thy sphere?
Such were thy lover, Harriet, could he fly
The thoughts of all that makes his passion dear,
And, turning senseless from thy warm caress,--
Pick flaws in our close-woven happiness.
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Clay Upon The Wheel
The poet, like the potter,
takes the raw clay of thoughts
and shapes them
through the mind of his loving you.
The beauty of these fragments
without having to expend the energy
to try to express
the image envisioned.
Through the medium
of paper or clay
for personal solitaire,
or the benevolence of other eyes.
Each colour and weave
their thoughts in different patterns
seeing different visions
momentarily lost in their multiple meanings.
At the outset is vision
our struggles to seize or translate it
sully the brightness
in giving it flesh, the vision is muddied, lost.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Whatever
(feat. The Trolls)
I'm sittin' like a stone
On a solitary evening
Without my girl
Life has no meaning
She didn't say why
And she didn't say what for
she just said "I've been thinking it over"
And whatever,
Whatever
Whatever
She doesn't want to play
And her voice just fades away
Whatever
The solution to love
I haven't found yet
Does God have curlers and a
Lairnet
Everything I say comes out
To be a no no
The feelings I had were the
Only promo
Whatever
Whatever
Whatever
She doesn't want to play
And her voice just fades away
Whatever
Now I'm just one of the Joes
On the corner
I guess I ought to stay home
And watch the porno
I wanna get close
But no one
Will let me
I wish someone would react out
A and get me
Whatever
Whatever
Whatever
She doesn't want to play
And her voice just fades
She doesn't want to play
And her face just fades
She doesn't want to play
And her touch just fades away
Whatever
Whatever
Whatever
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Lazy Afternoon
Listening to the haunting voice of Nina Simone
Celebrating time to myself as a temporary loan
Everything is quiet but thoughts are invading
Giving in to temptation reality is slowly fading
Crisp white cotton sheets feel cool on my skin
Soft fluffy clouds granting the remission of sin
Blinds filter the light and the room has a glow
Thoughts of the hierophant from a spread of Tarot
Floating on a dark stream in a great big seashell
Pulled by graceful swans wishing me farewell
I'm dreaming of a dark forest with huge oak trees
A place among moist tall grass puts me at ease
Memories of past times surface on a lazy afternoon
Leaning against the piano like resting in a saloon
Time seems to stand still drowning all evil and fears
While it gets darker outside and the moon appears
A lazy afternoon gives way to a sensual dark night
And thoughts of the one I love urgently excite
Thundering waves rolling in and brake on shore
He undresses slowly after walking through the door
poem by Kristina Louisa Carr
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Three Dark Shadows
Three dark
Shadows lurking
In the dark park
On a dark night
One leads
The two others
Follow wearing
Black raincoats
On a dark road
I lead
I tell them
My name
My work
My place
The two
Did not follow
Since then
They realized
Perhaps that
With what
I tell them
I am blacker
Than black
On a dark
Raincoat
On a dark
Park
On a dark
Road
&
In my dark
Mind
It would
Be so hard
For them
To follow
Through &
Through.
They quit
They split
&
So I
Walk alone
In the dark
As one lonely
Shadow
Darker than
Dark
&
Now
It is you
Here
Following me?
In fact
We change
And it is
You
In effect
Who is
Leading me
Through
These lines
Flowing
Slowly
Gradually
Getting
Darker than
Dark
You have
Indulged &
Surely
You are
Involved
Deeply
Long enough
You win
& lose…
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Why Fades A Dream
WHY fades a dream?
An iridescent ray
Flecked in between the tryst
Of night and day.
Why fades a dream? —
Of consciousness the shade
Wrought out by lack of light and made
Upon life's stream.
Why fades a dream?
That thought may thrive,
So fades the fleshless dream;
Lest men should learn to trust
The things that seem.
So fades a dream,
That living thought may grow
And like a waxing star-beam glow
Upon life's stream —
So fades a dream.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Three dark
Shadows lurking
In the dark park
On a dark night
One leads
The two others
Follow wearing
Black raincoats
On a dark road
I lead
I tell them
My name
My work
My place
The two
Did not follow
Since then
They realized
Perhaps that
With what
I tell them
I am blacker
Than black
On a dark
Raincoat
On a dark
Park
On a dark
Road
&
In my dark
Mind
It would
Be so hard
For them
To follow
Through &
Through.
They quit
They split
&
So I
Walk alone
In the dark
As one lonely
Shadow
Darker than
Dark
&
Now
It is you
Here
Following me?
In fact
We change
And it is
You
In effect
Who is
Leading me
Through
These lines
Flowing
Slowly
Gradually
Gettin g
Darker than
Dark
You have
Indulged &
Surely
You are
Involved
Deeply
Long enough
You win
& lose…
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Third Stone
Strange creatures, beautiful creatures
Tough in each fold of the brain
Alike in blood, origin, and experience
An ant army of epic proportions,
Blindly following one another.
Except, not black dot’s, but instead,
Nucleus walled people. Gradually ceasing
To acknowledge their existence, becoming
Ranchers without land.
Commanders without infantry,
Horsemen on foot.
How will they survive?
And sometimes in the uncontrollable
Place below my thoughts, it emerges
Not as a feeble minded thought,
But as a conviction
We weren’t meant to.
poem by Tyler Comstock
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Fear of the unknown
The wind was strong and the dust blew viciously.
Walking on a dirt road, not sure of my destination.
I encountered a coyote standing in the distance. My
first thought was to turn and run and then I
realized that might not be a good idea. I slowly
walked, placing one foot quietly in front of the
other, while keeping my eye on the coyote. The
animal did not move, it stood in the same position.
Fearful as I was, I didn’t want the animal to know
my fear. I bravely took step after step and walked
toward the road. Finally I reached a crossing in
the road. When I turned to look back the coyote
was gone. At that point, I felt sure I was safe and
continued to walk down the road. When I
approached an old shack at the road clearing, I
noticed paw prints on the soft ground. Immediately
I thought, what animal made those prints, surely
it wasn’t the coyote that I encountered earlier,
certainly not, don’t be silly I thought to myself.
Once again I continued to walk forward. I could
feel butterflies in my stomach. What were those
prints on the ground. Trying not to think about it,
I began to walk faster and faster. Suddenly I
heard a noise, it sounded like a scratching noise
behind me. Oh what now, could that be the
coyote. My heart was racing and the sweat
poured down my face causing my eyes to sting.
My vision blurred by my perspiration, I was beside
myself and was feeling very sick to my stomach.
Never before, have I been so afraid, never so unsure
of myself. I wanted to run, but once again
wondered if the animal that was following me
might run and attack me.
poem by Melvina Germain
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IV. To the River Wenbeck
AS slowly wanders thy forsaken stream,
Wenbeck! the mossy-scatter'd rocks among,
In fancy's ear still making plaintive song
To the dark woods above: ah! sure I seem
To meet some friendly Genius in the gloom,
And in each breeze a pitying voice I hear
Like sorrow's sighs upon misfortune's tomb.
Ah! soothing are your quiet scenes - the tear
Of him who passes weary on his way
Shall thank you, as he turns to bid adieu:
Onward a cheerless pilgrim he may stray,
Yet oft as musing memory shall review
The scenes that cheer'd his path with fairer ray,
Delightful haunts, he will remember you.
poem by William Lisle Bowles
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