Our Times, Not Prime
Of tragic dooms, the future looms,
Don't know if I can take it,
The world seems like a thing marooned,
Awaiting to go naked.
It's just that things have gone too far
Don't know if we can stake it,
What once was Good, A precious Star,
Now all we do is Fake it.
poem by Sandra Feldman
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Barenaked
Do you ever have that dream
where you're walking naked down the street
and everyone just stares
Do you ever feel so deep
that you speak your mind
to put others straight to sleep
You wonder if anybody cares
Sometimes I think I'm the only one
whose day turned out unlike it had begun
And I feel bare naked
And I just can't take it
I'm getting jaded
No I just can't fake it anymore
'Cuz I'm bare naked
And I know life's what you make it
Wish I could float away
to some other day
You ever go downstairs to start your day
but your car's not there
Yeah you know the joke's on you
You ever try your luck with a pickup line
But you just sucked
You tell yourself it wasn't you
And I know it's hard to hold it inside
It's days like these I run and hide
When I feel bare naked
And I just can't take it
I'm getting jaded
No I just can't fake it anymore
'Cuz I'm bare naked
And I know life's what you make it
Wish I could float away
to some other day
It's all a state of mind
but I don't mind trying to find a way
to keep my head above the mess I make
what the world creates
sometimes it feels so good to let it all fall
as the world fall
I may fall
we all may fall
and then the world comes tumbling
down down down down down
I'm bare naked
And I just can't take it
I'm getting jaded
No I just can't fake it anymore
'Cuz I'm bare naked
And I know life's what you make it
Wish I could float away
to some other day
When I feel .. feel (bare naked) .. feel
When I feel ..
Yeah no no no ..
song performed by by Jennifer Love Hewitt from Barenaked
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Precious Thing
When all the star gazes bloom
And throw their stars around the room
I was waiting for the day
For you to love me
When all the elements conspire
With shiny things that catch the eye
I was waiting for the day
For you to love me
Precious precious thing
You are the thought that makes me sing
Wanna leave all my possessions
It's a rare and precious precious thing
When all the elements conspire
With shiny things that catch the eye
I was waiting for the day
For you to love me
Precious precious thing
You are the thought that makes me sing
Wanna leave all my possessions
It's a rare and precious precious thing
And I know all I need
Is to get on the phone
Is to get on the phone
And call you
Call you
As clear as rain on a street
It shines like bright coloured stone
These things no one can own
They are for you
This is for you
This is for you
This is for you
song performed by by Bic Runga from Beautiful Collision
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Buck Nekkid
Two shots shy of a 40 ounce quart
A hand in the pocket and a hand in the shorts
Shoot me with two and don't be slow
Only got one good way to go
Get naked
Buck naked
Buck naked
It's the only way to go
Twenty six chicks, all tied in a knot
Ain't all good, but it's what we got
Get naked
Buck naked
Let me see you naked
It's the only way to go
Buck buck
I was feelin' so fine
And things were lookin' better
My baby said maybe
And I said I'd let her
Get naked
Buck naked
Let's get naked
It's the only way to go
Get naked
Everybody get naked
Buck naked
It's the onliest way to go
Get naked
Get buck naked, yeah
song performed by by ZZ Top
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Happiness is understanding that friendship is more precious than mere things, more precious than getting your own way, more precious than being in situations where true principles are not at stake.
quote by J. Donald Walters
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Fake People
All the time
I look in your eyes
But what I see
And what you say to me
Are two totally different things
You pretend you put on a façade
I only wish you knew that I'm not
The only one who sees it as odd
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people
So now I must ask who are your friends
Are they really what they seem to be
Or are they just trying to hide from you their envy
Do your friends really have your back
Or is it that that's where by them you've been stabbed
I once had a friend
One I thought would be there for me till the end
Then one day my happiness ended and theirs began
And when I needed someone to lean on
Behind me did no one stand
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people
Be careful who you let know your business
'Cause in the end
Rumors about you they could be spreadin'
Don't put your trust in people who don't trust you
There's no telling what they're liable to say or do
Grow smarter with each experience
And you'll see true friends
Are the friends who are their with and for you till the end
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Because of their own insecurities
They try to pass on to you their idiosyncrasies
Thinking they are your friends you let them into your lives
But then they turn around and about you tell nothing but lies
Jealousy is such an ugly thing
Almost as ugly as hypocrisy
Fake people
The things they do are oh so evil
Fake people
Fake people
(1998)
poem by Dionne K. Kelly
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Dooms
Their home is their heart, from where the destruction looms,
But then people are creative and agricultural, so their souls have dooms.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Nothing Left To Auction
Those who hated,
Now find themselves to be naked.
And..
Without escapes,
To re-address a fate that awaits.
Isolated and outraged,
By their own selfish ways...
And now naked.
Those who hated can't fake it.
Or look for those escapes...
That chased away,
The others from the gates.
They now are naked!
Together and can't fake it.
Those with time to hate...
Isolated and outraged,
By their own selfish ways...
Now themselves so naked.
Discriminated and hated.
'Our things are gone,
There's nothing left to auction.'
Now themselves so naked.
Discriminated and hated.
Isolated and outraged.
By their own selfish ways.
'Our things are gone,
There's nothing left to auction.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Kind Ghosts
She sleeps on soft, last breaths; but no ghost looms
Out of the stillness of her palace wall,
Her wall of boys on boys and dooms on dooms.
She dreams of golden gardens and sweet glooms,
Not marvelling why her roses never fall
Nor what red mouths were torn to make their blooms.
The shades keep down which well might roam her hall.
Quiet their blood lies in her crimson rooms
And she is not afraid of their footfall.
They move not from her tapestries, their pall,
Nor pace her terraces, their hecatombs,
Lest aught she be disturbed, or grieved at all.
poem by Wilfred Owen
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There is a Bright Star
Memories seem just like sad stories
Begging to be read again
It is a dark shadow fallen over our hearts.
But there is a bright star.
Pictures catch just a moment of a sad lifetime
With fake smiles put in pose
It is a brief summary of our life.
But there is a bright star.
Tears are just memories put inside raindrops
Falling from your sky
Unleashing a monster that wants to scream
It is a deep cold elixir that puts you asleep.
But there is a bright star.
A lifetime will be full of many things
Some will be sad stories
With fake smiles and poses
And there will be many rainy days.
But there is a bright star.
Love, it can make you vulnerable, sad, and frustrated
It will make, break, and take your heart
Listen it will lead you
What makes the world go round?
There is a bright star, love.
poem by Isabella Epona
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Essence Of A Star
Star
You're supposed to be as sweet as sugar,
But forever I fear,
That you may disappear
I really hope you reappear,
And send me to sleep without a tear.
Star
I understand that you live afar,
But without a reason,
It just feels like treason,
But you'll be mine forever,
No question whatsoever.
Star
I am still here,
Feeling so mere,
Awaiting your arrival,
Awaiting my retrieval
Of you
Star
It is already night fall,
I see you came back after all,
Even through the rainfall,
Right then,
Time just seems to stall,
Star
I see you shine,
All the way through cloud nine,
But in the moonlight,
I see you fall,
Fall Into the chambers of my heart
My sweetheart
My,
Star
poem by Ritvik Agni
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Autumn Love
I met her in the autumn;
When such are found, you know.
She said, 'In all her glory.'
Though joking, oh how so!
So true, I did inform her.
But then, to no surprise.
Such things are never certain
In autumn's paradise.
An autumn love, so firmly,
May grasp a loving heart;
It still may seem together,
Though broken from the start.
Through autumn, when it found me.
Through winter's frozen years.
Such love alive in springtime,
Brings forth a rain of tears.
That's why the loves of autumn
Display a special trait.
The heartbreak, comes much sooner.
The love ends, much too late.
For young love, it's more tragic.
Although it's torn apart,
The yearning never ceases
Around a virgin heart.
So when the tears of springtime
Give way and summer looms;
The autumn love, once tempting,
Ignores the soul it dooms.
And then, the autumn comes again
For young loves one and all.
Changing then, its name once more,
From autumn to the fall.
poem by Greenwolfe 1962
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That Star
A Star
She stunts around like she’s all that
But I know it’s all an act
She whips her hair & shows her dazzling smile
But I know it’s fake
She says she’ll never shed a tear
But I know she cries every night
She is…that star, people will always say when she walks by them
But I know she’s not even close
Why do people call her that star you ask?
Isn’t it obvious…a star is bright, like her
All lies, she tells me
A star is dazzling, like her smile, to bad it’s a fake smile
And most of all a star is beautiful, just like her, to bad she doesn’t feel like it
She tells me, she’s tired of pretending to be that star, everyone says she is
But I know she’ll one day be that star she’s meant to be
She will be as bright as a star
She will have that dazzling smile that not even a star can provide
…most of all…
I know she will be & feel beautiful like a star
End
poem by Jennifer Zepeda
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Cushions
When my leaders
Sit in the assembly halls,
For legislation,
With fake brains, fake thoughts,
Fake eyes, fake looks,
Fake existence, fake appearance,
Fake education, fake degrees,
They seem to me
Fake, fake beings,
As if
Some one has placed cushions,
On the sofas and chairs;
Cushions stuffed
With rags of worn out jeans
Or old pieces of sacks
Made of jute.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Future Babies
A flower stands erect upon the stem.
Odd:
It bears the naked flesh of many men –
Pulsing, writhing, arteries humming;
Androgenic fluids chase their channels
To the ground, caking at a mound
Of naked girls, who pout in doubt and
Hurl their rabid glares from eyes
That catch the light of want
And desperation.
Sighs:
They know the separation
Stays their open legs
From bursting cocks.
Masturbation of the mind
Is all they need –
They’re in the docks of
Fate:
The evil Overpopulation’s out to feed
Their thund’rous urge to procreate!
Forget the conjugation, just for once?
Bag the bulbous tits in bras.
I know they want the tongue on c*nts;
But focus! Where’s the room to live?
And think about the future babies.
THINK:
You know they won’t forgive
Your selfish drive to suck, to shag.
The Dying Age of Man will drag
Him down to disappear.
So keep the girls away from sperm –
Don’t let the men up there!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
Future future future future future future, where's the future?
Future future future future future future, where?
Future future future future future future,
Future future future future future future, where's the future?
Future future future future future future, HERE!
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Future World
I know a place we all can go
Dont wanna live here anymore
I see a planet slowly die
And I get tired of wondering why
Come and join the right future world
Dont you wanna be free and alive
Come and join the right future world
To a world where we all can survive
Get on board and fly with me
To the future world (future world)
To let our children grow up there in peace
We can live in harmony
In another world (another world)
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
Get on board and fly with me
To the future world (future world)
We can build a better world up there
Love is not just make-believe
In another world (another world)
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
Dont waste the precious life away
The spaceships taking off today
Leave your belongings all behind
Everything you need is in your mind
Get on board and fly with me
To the future world (future world)
We can build a better world up there
Love is not just make-believe
In another world (another world)
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away
10.000 lightyears away...
song performed by by Boney M.
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Naked I came
Into this world naked I came
Because naked You sent me
But temptation is everywhere
Widely scattered on my way
And I gathered material things
That is how it seems should be
Material things I'll own a while
Like the life You loaned to me
Be I burried in a coffin of gold
Or wrapped in a mat of grass
I should leave everything behind
And face you with an empty hand
For naked did I come hereto
Naked I should go back to You
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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“The Sea Had Shown Me Mercy”
“The sea had shown me mercy”-
I confessed to the prosy desert island beach.
Beneath my proud feet a sea star felt like a leech
My pyretic body and tanned skin felt more marooned!
And my pushy prosaic imagination had been swooned.
“The sea had shown me mercy”-
to the provocative palm trees I repeatedly said.
My prurient love fancied my lover with a mermaid.
The sea had shown me mercy.
My fake puritanical heart hid into the puny sand dune caves.
My putrid mind hated the laughing children of the waves.
The sea had shown me mercy.
The sea had shown me mercy
before the sun burnt my fatal desire to feel
that the precious glimmering ocean waters were real.
Written on the 13th August,2011
©Munia Khan 2011
poem by Munia Khan
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Fake Out In Buenos Aires
Fake out
Fake in
Fake it to me
What is fake?
Fake t.v.
Land of a thousand fake outs
Fake worse than death
In buenos aires
In buenos aires
Fake out
Fake in
Fakers delight
Fake your claim
Fake around the clock
Winner fake all
Three fakes, youre out
In buenos aires
In buenos aires
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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No Future, Too Much Past
When you have no future
You have to live in the past
A member of this human race
Who'll pass the finish line last.
The future, things to come
Nothing much except pain
The past, Times gone by
Nothing at all, just plenty of rain.
So disaster looms on every corner
Just waiting to leap out at you
You could take a different path
But it finds you whatever you do.
So the future and the past Are just one and the same
The first and second halves of a stupid bloody game
Impossible to win, Destined to lose
I should just give in and sink into the ooze.
And the future draws to a close
While the past increases in size
No future, too much past
And more loneliness, sadness and lies.
poem by Mark Hopwood
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Generation Of Tomorow
Where is the love, the one that helps us all live together in peace and harmony,
there are people dying, others are being killed, there is war everywhere,
we see our future generation getting hurt by all of this, what are we doing to help them know that the world doesn't have to revolve around voilence?
Because our world today isn't doing a thing to give them the brigther future we are hoping for.
We say we want them to have a brigther future?
But what are we doing to promote that future, are we helping them to be peacemakers in the future or voilent leaders that take what they want without thinking about the people they hurt in the proccess.
we ought to know that whatever we do in this day and time will reflect on our future genration weather good or bad.
poem by Oyindamola Oduwole
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