Concrete Mind
Can I get a pass, from my wrongs?
Will you make me not forget?
Are you like a concrete mind,
That's permanently set?
Concrete mind won't wear out.
For when she has a crack.
She only fills in where it's split.
Your wrongs she'll always track.
I thought I would be honest
Lead a new way of life
To concrete mind this is a weapon
She'll use just like a knife
She'll just use it against you
You'll never live it down
Her life is like a circus
And you're the lonely clown
And when you try to fix
The things that have been broken
Concrete mind will take your wrongs
And use them like a token
Where did I go wrong you'll ask
In each and every way
So if you trip and stumble
Concrete mind will say:
“Go straight to jail,
Do not pass go
Be ashamed
You are so low
Just like scum,
You always rise
All of your truths
To me their lies
You past is now
You'll never change
Forgiveness a word
I find so strange
I will forgive
But not forget
My heart is hard
My mind is set
Show you mercy?
Show you grace?
Go find those things
Another place.
All you give.
I'll simply take.
I'll do this till,
Your will I break”
Concrete mind
Will you soften a bit?
I've tried so hard,
But I want to quit.
Like one step forward
And Ten steps back
You throw me a rope
Without any slack
Concrete mind
Can't you see
From your concrete prison
I can't break free
So concrete mind
I ask one last time
Will I ever pay the price
For my past crimes
Your concrete heart
Your concrete mind
Won't let me leave
My past behind
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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Concrete Girl
Bleeding thoughts.
Cracking boulder.
Don't fall over.
Fake your laughter.
Burn the tear.
Sing it louder.
Twist and shout.
Way up here,
We stand on shoulders,
Growing colder.
Laugh or cry.
I won't mind.
Sing it louder.
Twist and shout.
Immovable shadows.
The concrete girl.
They'll rock your world to nothing.
And they're swimming around again, again.
And they're swimming around
The concrete girl.
Catch your breath like a four-leaf clover.
Hand it over.
Scream to no one.
Take your time.
Sing it louder.
Twist and shout.
Nothing to run from is worse than something,
And all your fears of nothing.
And they're swimming around again, again.
And they're swimming around
The concrete girl.
Concrete girl, don't fall down
In this broken world around you.
Concrete girl, don't fall down.
Don't fall down, my concrete girl.
Don't stop thinking.
Don't stop feeling now.
One step away from where we were,
And one step back to nothing.
And we're standing on top of our hopes and fears,
And we're fighting for words now, concrete girl.
And we're swimming around again, again.
And we're swimming around now,
Concrete girl.
Concrete girl, don't fall down in this broken world around you.
Concrete girl, don't fall down.
Don't fall down, my concrete girl.
Concrete girl, don't fall down in this concrete world around you.
Concrete girl, don't fall down.
Don't break down, my concrete girl.
song performed by by Switchfoot
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This concrete city
infects the sky...turning it
into concrete too.
Concrete sun and concrete rain.
Concrete humans... cry...real tears
tanka by Dónall Dempsey
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Plastic & Concrete
Plastic & concrete, baby
These are the facts of life
I 'm a nightmare child
Stuck on my own knife
I' m glad my mother loved me
I' m sick & paranoid
The hotel generater
Hums into the void
Of plastic & concrete
Plastic & concrete, baby
I gotta learn to slow down
Somethin new from chemistry
Is jackin my brain around
I have got the plastic
And i have got the stone
Out there in the suburbs
I learned to be alone
In plastic & concrete
Plastic & concrete sandwich
You 'd like to eat me, but
Later you 'll reiect me
I' m too much to bite off
The salad on my outside
Is made of suicide
The guy who squirts my mayonnaise
Is on a one-way ride
In plastic & concrete
Plastic & concrete
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Plastic Concrete
Plastic & concrete, baby
These are the facts of life
I m a nightmare child
Stuck on my own knife
I m glad my mother loved me
I m sick & paranoid
The hotel generater
Hums into the void
Of plastic & concrete
Plastic & concrete, baby
I gotta learn to slow down
Somethin new from chemistry
Is jackin my brain around
I have got the plastic
And I have got the stone
Out there in the suburbs
I learned to be alone
In plastic & concrete
Plastic & concrete sandwich
You d like to eat me, but
Later you ll reiect me
I m too much to bite off
The salad on my outside
Is made of suicide
The guy who squirts my mayonnaise
Is on a one-way ride
In plastic & concrete
Plastic & concrete
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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A Place To Sit
Smoochers and snoggers, and resting joggers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Ramblers and walkers, and street hawkers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Mini’s and Roller’s, and lady strollers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Old folk and young folk, and dogs with no folk
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Market traders and cavers, and money savers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Children that play who meet everyday
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Students and teachers, and lay preachers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Loose women and boys the ‘for sale’ toys
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Addicts and dealers, and police squealers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Dogs out for a pee who can’t find a tree
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Drunks in the night who like to fight
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Spray painters and doodlers, and bench abusers
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Vandals and hooligans, and booted ruffians
all seem to stop at this concrete bench.
Demolishers and breakers, and obliterators
never stopped until they destroyed this concrete bench.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Concrete & Steel
Hard and cold, like a street of gold,
Its easy to find but so hard to hold.
Smooth and strong but it wont last long,
When the rust sets in, shell be good as gone!
Concrete, concrete and steel.
Its like concrete.
Hey baby, whats the deal?
A heart of stone make you feel alone,
But what can you do when your hand is blown?
Hard as ice, its like tumblin dice,
Before you fall for her boy, you better think twice.
Concrete, concrete and steel.
Its like concrete.
Hey baby, whats the deal?
Dark as night, diamond bright,
Never seen such a strange delight.
Slick as glass, and just as fast,
Youll feel the pain, but it wont last.
song performed by by ZZ Top
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Concrete Forest
Gang banging
Street banging
Concrete Forest—
People dying
Children crying
Bullets flying
No remorse for the fallen—
Crack smoking
Prostitute selling
Cops stinging
Benefactors of trouble times—
Blood
Guts—inside body parts
Cultivate the Concrete Forest—
I see a mother kneeling
A priest praying
A child victimize—a father convicted
All within the Concrete Forest—
Sirens blowing
Lights flashing
Someone else dying
In the Concrete Forest—
Mercy on us
Compassion for us
Deliver us
From the Concrete Forest—
Restore our hope
Destroy the trepidation
Breathe life back into Concrete Forest—
It is time to go
My time is gone
My nightmares—relinquished
Within the Concrete Forest—
No more worrisome days
No more stressful nights
Freedom has come to me
In the Concrete Forest—
My freedom is now
Your comes later
But, not in this Concrete Forest—
Written by
Gregory E Upshaw
poem by Gregory Upshaw
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It's Time For You Escape
in concrete houses
in concrete silence
nobody can not hear
your call
concrete houses are
sinking more than once
in the wine
when the clocks
are hitting
at the morning hour
concrete hearts
being getting cold
are slowly undergoing
the life
although it this way aches
escape ahead of yourself
nobody will catch up
with you
and even behind you
nobody will dropp tear
you will rescue yourself
escape - already time
poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
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Concrete Jungle
No sun will shine in my day today
The hich yellow moon won't come out to play
I said darkness has covered my light
And the stage my day into night
Where is the love to be found
Won't someone tell me
Cause life must be somewhere to be found
Instead of concrete jungle
Where the living is harder
Concrete jungle
Man you got to do your best
No chains around my feet
But I'm not free
I know I am bound here in captivity
yeh-I've never known the happiness
I've never known what sweet caress is
Still-I'll be always laughing like a clown
Won't somebody help me 'cause
I've got to pick myself from off the ground
In this ya concrete jungle
I said what do you got for me now
Concrete jungle ah won't you let me be now
song performed by by Bob Marley from Catch A Fire
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Concrete
Dedicated to I.B. and K.L.
I rode with you in the city
and in my mind I was sleeping on his shoulder
the time to smile has passed for us
it’s gone, it’s but that doesn’t mean it’s over
I have said I loved
so many things, so many people in my life
my soul aches to this day to find
some truth inside those empty lies
but there are still the echoes
they travel through the alleys and bend
as we write in the concrete
love lies at the rainbow’s end
I walked with you on sidewalks
in places I had never seen
I trusted you with my heartfelt words,
my predictions, and my dreams
I have said I needed
so many things, so many people in my life
I hope that one day I will find
some truth hidden beneath the strife
and there are still the echoes
they travel through the alleys and bend
as we write in the concrete
love lies at the rainbow’s end
does nothing matter?
will nothing last?
can’t something be in the future
instead of in the past?
can’t I just breathe in
familiar air
in a familiar place
so I don’t have to wonder where?
there are still the echoes
they travel through the alleys and bend
as we write in the concrete
love lies at the rainbow’s end
can I hold on to anything?
are memories enough?
you write in the concrete
what is love?
poem by Jade Leven
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Words of Concrete
Hard as rock
Breaking effortlessly
These words of concrete
Break right through me
Shattering all that has left
And of my heart what there was to be
Taking the beats away from my heart
With just these words of concrete
Breaking me apart
I stand their waiting for decades
Supported by my trembling feet
Just because I Can’t bare these words of concrete…
poem by Laiba Shams
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The Rose That Grew From Concrete (credits to Tupac)
The Rose that grew from concrete
Still beautiful in every form
Its stem is strong and sturdy
Although some petals have been torn
The petals could be tears
As it struggled to get through
The fight was rough and fierce
The weight was something new
For no other rose
Had ever gone through this road
It was given a path less traveled
It was given a tremendous load
But the rose began to grow
To everybody’s surprise
Nobody ever thought
From the concrete it would rise
Through the concrete it continued
Getting roughed up as it grew
Gaining valuable experience
Learning things it never knew
Its perseverance led to strength
As it broke through the cracks
It knew it had come this far
Why bother to look back
But the dues paid to get here
Are sometimes to be admired
It shows the character and heart
And the strength of its desire
After fighting for so long
It finally reached the light of day
It was then it knew
It didn’t want it any other way
For all of the characteristics of this rose
Have led it to persevere
The journey was dark and troublesome
But the effort was sincere
Along the way there were moments
What its mind was full of doubt
Times it had to dig deep
If it ever wanted to sprout
Now in full blossom
The rose looks back at its struggle
It beams bright with pride
For overcoming its troubles
The rose that grew from concrete
Powerful and pure
Beautiful yet rugged
After everything endured
The rose that grew from concrete
Certainly one of a kind
Love growing in the heart
Memories etched in the mind
The rose that grew from concrete
At last standing in peace
Forever living in glory
As the battle has now ceased
poem by Jose Chavez
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The Concrete and the Abstract
The concrete is visible,
the abstract is invisible.
The concrete is the outside,
the abstract is the inside.
The concrete is objective,
the abstract is subjective.
People go on searching for
God in the concrete.
'We would like to see God'
-they say.
But only the concrete can be seen;
the abstract has to be felt.
The concrete can be seen-
with the eyes open,
the abstract has to be seen-
with eyes closed.
God is inside you, as you.
You cannot stand outside God
and see Him;
you can see Him
only from the inside-
by being Him.
If you see a flower,
you can look at it scientifically.
You look at the chemistry of it,
You dissect it and
you come to know
about the components of it.
But something is missed
in that very analysis.
The beauty is missed,
because beauty is not a component.
If you ask the scientist -
'Where is the beauty that was in the flower? ’ he will say-
'That was not there,
it was just an illusion.'
'I have dissected it-
all and all,
and these are the things
that I have found.
These chemicals were there,
this matter was there,
these atoms, these molecules....
but there was no beauty.'
But when the scientist
gives the flower to his wife,
he knows deep within his heart
he is not giving her
something chemical,
He is giving to her
the beauty of the flower.
A poet said -
'Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder',
But I say it lies in the heart of the lover.
That beauty is not be seen,
it has to be felt,
not from the outside,
but from the inside
by being the flower itself.
poem by Nazmul Haque
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Concrete Bed
Why is he there
too wasted to think
on a bed of concrete;
he needs one more drink.
Over night in jail
his punishment be
found crawling the streets
on bended knee.
He feels like a fool
the warden shakes his head
he was embarrassed and unclean
on a concrete bed.
He tossed and turned
till the new morn
with his face in his hands
cursed the day he was born.
Bail was posted
a fool took a chance
he’s a no good drunk
you can tell with one glance.
He’ll be back soon
on this concrete bed
with alcohol the culprit
he’ll wish he was dead.
poem by Mimie Durand
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Concrete
Concrete wraps into her legs
Bound into prison
Stripping the soul away
To the palsy of acrid air
And we ask where it all has gone...
Life dissolves into dishes
Left on silver trays
Dropped to the dogs
Surrendered to demise
Yet our stomachs rumble...
The heart is bought
With the price of romance
Yet the transaction
Never occurs
And we pass without recognition.
We plan without action
Act without thinking
Think without feeling
Feel emotions only of
Plastic, paper, and silicon.
The concrete hardens...
Glass shines in our
Grand obelisks
To keep this beauty
Of joy and sorrow
Safely outside.
Love is the perfect prototype
We were to explore to perfection.
Now we hold the empty box it came in,
Focused on a package
Hoping simply to add another color.
Who will stand to set
The first crack to
This concrete world?
Who will take a hammer
To these glass buildings?
Are you the god of the machine?
Or will the machine be your god?
Every soul a light, a candle,
And still we look away to see
What has always been right here.
Move while you can.
Love while it remains,
Eat while you are still hungry...
Before the concrete and glass
Take you away, too.
poem by Tsani Jones
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Concrete
In the city the heart still whispers
Flaking metal a silent witness
Theres chemical fields and cathode clouds
The milky way is emasculated as exhaust fans
And smart cards shrink wrap the coloured air
And send it coughing to eternity
We can see the bright light but we cant reach it
We are not afraid enough to call
Go back wrong way you cannot stay you cannot live here
Concrete you dont free my soul
In the city the sound is biting
Cement fingers they are clutching
The emissary of trash decorates the way
No wild acres you can see, yearning to breathe
Concrete you dont free my soul
Blackened hands and heart of steel,
No wish to consume, embellish, discard and expire
Concrete you dont free my soul
Concrete you dont free my soul
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Vilanelle #1
I see concrete bleeding just enough to be the city
And neon lights wound about a building like vine
The night soberly stung by colors so pretty
I believe you eyes know the nights strange strength and pity
And as I walk these long streets with your heart on my mind
I see concrete bleeding just enough to be the city
I will wade through your dreams and the night's anonymity
I will tell you my tale and bask in your bright true sign
The night soberly stung by colors so pretty
And you smile as if you can't see this town is gritty
And you smile to think that everything is just fine
I see concrete bleeding just enough to be the city
(last stanza lost in a freak row boat/breakup incident)
poem by Hubert J. Humperdink
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I will build a road of concrete
I will build a road of concrete
And walk along the path.
Though it is hard concrete.
I will walk on that.
Even when I fall.
And trip and stumble and slide.
Once I pick myself up.
I will go along on a glide.
When I cry at the pain.
And yelp at all the bad.
I'll pick myself up.
I'll remember what I once had.
poem by MyLittle Secret
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Looking For A Sign That Found Me
I stopped and stared down at my feet
At a flower growing through the thick concrete
It seemed it was meant for me to see
Some sign meant for me to keep
So I reached down and picked it there
In a place so cement bare
I knew it wouldn't mind
It was meant for me to find
But, now I do all that I can
For any moment it could wilt in my hand
Hold it too softly, it flys
Hold it too tightly, it dies
Yes, you know, this flower's your love
It's all I want to take care of
I prayed to find a sign to see
And it seemed the sign had instead found me
Because what could grow from a concrete slab?
Nothing I know of would take a stab
But now what's next, what do I do?
All my life has been a road to you
And I'm afraid, oh so much
I give it the most fragile touch
I shudder at the pain this could bring
This beautiful, angelic thing
I'll love you just as hard as I prayed
Breathe you in, hide that I'm afraid
Thank God for life's pain and rejections
They're the reason I notice your little perfections
Thank God I'd been hurt, bent down so far
Or I'd never realize how amazing you are
And thank God there's destiny after defeat
Thank God miracles grow through concrete
poem by Whitney Albright
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Truth, which is important to a scholar, has got to be concrete. And there is nothing more concrete than dealing with babies, burps and bottles, frogs and mud.
quote by Jeane Kirkpatrick
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