A Frightening Dream
After a sacred kill
you thrived in scriptures.
Many centuries have passed for us
living without you.
Thyme will preserve you body,
your brain, syndrome, for our children.
When the apocalypse starts,
Arctica would keep the seeds, grains, alive
and every death will be accounted for.
From mars the ice will come.
And people will bow before
the chariot of sun for breaking the stars.
Why the sadness is pouring?
I was not afraid of falling saints,
of big poles, but the masks of bones and skull.
Those veils are burning. The grandmothers
look at the blue sky and again we are
distributing our secrets to poor.
poem by Satish Verma
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Some People
Some people seem to have it all
Some people always have to crawl
Some people pay to be abused
Some people end up destitute
Some people search their souls for truth
Some people try to be of use
Some people pray before they kill
Some people kill just for the thrill
Some people follow one mans vision, some others die on television
Some people build their homes on sand, some people live in garbage cans
Some people think that live is dear, some people hope the end is near
Some people fight for right to life, some people hate to stay alive
Some people dream of life on mars, some people end their life in cars
Some people throw their lives away, some others go on holidays
Some people live and love in vain, some people dont and go insane
Some people always need to win, some other people love to sin
Some people breaking all their vows, some people slashing sacred cows
Some people like to worship stars, some people think the worlds a farce
Some people try to make ends meet, some others end up kissing feet
Some people find their holy grail, some other people go to hell
Some people never catch their breath, some people drink themselves to death
Some people seem to have it all, some people always have to crawl
Some people pay to be abused, some people end up destitute
Some people search their souls for truth
Some people try to be of use
Some people
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Gold/ocean/1994
song performed by by Alphaville
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A Seeds A Star/tree Medley
Were a people black as is your night
Born to spread ammas eternal light
Which since time began
Has been to bring truth to every man
Our ancestors have since long ago
Passed their wisdom down so we to know
For here lies the key
That will help unfold the mistery
A seeds a star
A seeds a stars a seed
A stars a seed
A stars a seeds a star
In myself I do contain
The elements of sun and rain
First a seed with roots that swell
I gradually burst through my shell
Pushing down into the ground
The root of me is homeward bound
A trunk, a leaf and there I am
A miracle of least by far
Tree - you are the longest living one we know
The largest of all plants and still you grow
Tree - within your branches theres such history
So much of what were searching for to know
Every fifty years we celebrate
Po tolo, our star, as it rotates
Though infinitely small
It is still the heaviest of them all
(background)
A seeds a star
A seeds a stars a seed
A stars a seed
A stars a seeds a star
A seeds a star
A seeds a stars a seed
A stars a seed
A stars a seeds a star
(background-simultaneous)
Ye lolo de ye
Lolo ye kesse de ye
Kesse ye lolo de ye
Lolo ye kesse de ye
Kesse ye lolo de ye
Lolo ye kesse de ye
Kesse ye lolo de ye
Lolo ye kesse de ye
And some believe antennas are their leaves
That spans beyond our galaxy
Theyve been, they are and probably will be
Who are the mediocrity
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Getting Past Face Values
Getting past face values.
Divulge your secrets stars.
We have collided with mars.
Just once more.
Let me open up from inside out.
The old photograph reappears.
Rehabilitation nears.
Can I do it?
Make it or break it.
The lake is filled full again.
So crystal blue.
If only I can fit into these shoes.
You have no clue what I'm going through.
Get past the face values.
Divulge your secrets stars.
We have collided with mars.
Do I measure up to par.
Wishing to angels in the dark.
Skeletons come upon me and
I say go away.
This time I finally fix my mistakes with a rake.
I'm dragging the pieces back in.
Its another puzzle.
Can I make them fit.
Pleasantries gone amiss.
They turn into a vipers kiss.
I just cant help it.
What good have I done to deserve this.
Getting past face values.
Divulge your secrets stars.
We have collided with mars.
I have opened a new door.
Where does it lead?
The beautiful let down.
Just lost waiting to be found.
Turn around. Here it comes.
You have been summoned for a higher cause.
Bow down and meditate.
Concentrate before its to late.
Planning it out as if you already know.
Adapt to the enviroment.
Some situations need such delicacy.
Dont step on to many toes.
The giants have fallen so its time to go.
Getting past face values.
Devulge your secrets stars.
We have collided with mars.
Now I shall disembark and leave an everlasting mark.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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A Song of the Lost Generations
A swarm of the birds came down,
Passed by caressing water.
O age!
O age of the caravans!
In search of what you passed over
The waters of centuries,
The arriving and departing springs
Came and went off what for,
And what for the evening
Through spaces passed away
Sinking in blood; and we passed away
From our lives what for.
In persuasion of what the dew drops,
Settled on the trees,
After the leaves had fallen apart.
The dew fell upon the desert,
By and by but dissipated in an instant.
The life of stars,
The whole life of all objects,
Sank down into the tears.
A gust of breeze passed away,
But grappling,
Who knows where has gone the wind.
The volley of arrows,
Went through swishing, quivering,
From the bow, who knows whom for.
Which were the desires that broke us into pieces,
And who should tell whom,
Now who rests where.
O falling shower, Soaring birds!
O breaking stars!
O my search exhausted friends!
Where do you dwell call us aloud?
We are nameless astray boats,
In the bankless blue ocean.
O! The wind of shores take us along,
We are the diminishing marks
Of curiosity from the snow clad valleys.
O! Life take us along,
In the darkness of forests,
We are rustling sounds of the steps
Halting on the dried leaves.
O! Guiding light take us along,
We are hotness of the journey,
We are dust of the route,
We are the age but too precise,
We are alive for an instant…
O! Wind take us along.
Where have gone You God?
Take us along! Take us along!
Written by:
Dr. Swarwar Kamran
Translated by:
Muhammad Shaanzar
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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The Mumble Syndrome (Fun Poem 104)
Do you ever get one of those days
when the brain runs amok
and the tongue won’t get into gear
and all you can utter is gibberish
for the whole world to hear.
I think we all know some politicians
that could easily fit that bill.
They call it the mumble syndrome
and we all get a touch of it sometimes
and always when we least expect it.
The bridegroom at his wedding
gets up to make a toast to his in-laws
when his brain starts to race
and his tongue isn’t quick enough
and he forgets the in-laws name
and starts to toast someone else.
Then there is the proposal
and the guy gets down on one knee
with his delivery ready.
The brain begins to go berserk
and his tongue goes in a different direction.
He begins to ask someone
with a different name if she will marry him.
I remember trying to learn a new dance once
and my wife said to me.
“You weren’t doing it right.”
“But I was, my feet were doing it
but my boots weren’t.”
And the mumble syndrome struck again
only this time with me.
15 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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Over To You
Born in the window
Cold blooded spoof
Raised in the prison
You called the school
Taught young in legends
Told what to do
I handed my childhood
Over to you
Travelling endlessly, Im searching for mind
Im almost afraid of what I will find
Wandering aimlessly, oh what can I do?
I handed my future over to you, to you
Over to you
Future looks blue
What can I do?
Watching for freedom
Fighting our wars
Feeding our children
Keeping your laws
Someday youll suffer
And what Ill do
Ill hand all your promises
Over to you
Standing inside myself, Im losing control
You made me believe in the stories you told
Waiting impatiently, what else can I do?
I handed my future over to you, to you
Over to you
Future looks blue
What can I do?
Tears filled of sadness
Stealing myself
Which burning secrets?
What to they tell?
Mad politicians
Can tell it true
I handed my children
Over to you
All over, over to you
All over, over to you
All over, over to you...
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Returning From A Mountain Retreat And Finding You Not There
The old valley at Machayeng! So
Full of the bones of the warriors
Of our forefathers who in death
Trouble not the living.I wish people
Would respect the dead and it's wrong
To turn the graves of the dead into
Places of worship for the living
My friend! I challenge you to visit
The caves at Meqheleng! They are majestic!
The rock formations are intricate man!
I never in my life thought that nature
Could be so soothing to the soul
And it's sad and I am back in the sad
House.And I thought it was a sad empty
Threat you were making.And it has happened
And you have gone.And three sad years have
Passed and I have even forgotten in my
Sadness what it's like to make love
To a woman.But sad seasons come to pass
And sad men too pass away.And they live
Their sorrows behind for their sons
To inherit.No man in his right mind must
Tell his son to have male children
Better to have a daughter and have less
Troubles.I know my own sons each one of
The three of them died a violent death
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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War...
war creates fighting that kills everyone...
war creates hate where love should be...
war creates tears that will never dry away...
war creates pain that wont go away...
war creates sadness that wont feel better...
war creates destruction that will take too long to fix...
war blinds us of what’s right or wrong...
war steals us of the right to be happy...
war creates gaps that keep us apart...
war creates a fire you cant put out...
war drops bombs on our hopes and dreams...
war creates children without a father, no one to tuck them in at night...
war makes it hard for a parent to say “everything will be alright” when then don’t even have anyone that they can say “good night”.
war scars a child's mind with things they cant erase...
war makes a good nights sleep a living hell...
war creates nightmares that are never-ending dreams and then, just screams
war creates guilt that eats you alive inside...
war makes you see things that make you scream inside...
war creates scars when all you've seen is blood and more...
war only leaves death when every body drops to the floor...
war creates silence after it ends, so how long till it starts again?
and when all the willing that will fight, die and say their last good night
the war will end, the living will mourn, all for peace but what was it all for? For all those people who died, just so now everyone alive, can do nothing to cope but cry...
Age 14
poem by Alexander SaPonte
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Falling Stars.
Only a falling star!
What was it to him
If millions of mortals were
Hurled down the dim
Dark void to the abyss?
His world was this.
Only a falling star!
The Earth was sure
To outlive him at least:
Whatever were
Their fates who yonder passed,
His star would last!
Only a falling star!
What if some day
The Earth, as in a flash,
Too, passed away,
Would, say, a Mars-man sigh
As we flamed by?
Only a world gone out
With all its care —
God! but a speck at most
In Thy great air,
As 'twere an insect's breath
Breathed out in death.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Lithium
Baby, am I too big for my skin?
Baby, am I too far lost to win?
Sugar, sweet Sugar
I took your hand and followed you
Sugar, bitter Sugar
Buried me; I didn't have a clue
‘Cause I'm gone, so far gone
Sugar, somethin' feels wrong
Baby, am I too big for my skin?
Baby, am I too far lost to win?
Baby, baby, baby
Your love is needles and pins
Baby, am I too blue to carry on?
Baby, am I still too here to be gone?
Baby, baby, baby
This love is something wrong
Honey, sweet honey
I'm falling away, can't you see?
Honey, sickly honey
I'm falling and you won't catch me
And the light is so far away
Only white is what I need today
Baby, am I too big for my skin?
Baby, am I too far lost to win?
Baby, baby, baby
Lovely, lovely lovely
Lovely lithium is so damn lovely
Lovely, fucking lovely
Get the loveliness out of me
Get it out
Get it out, please
It's breaking my brain in two
Get it out
Get it out, please!
It's breaking my bones in two
Get it out!
Get it out now, please!
It's breaking my
Breaking my
Breaking my heart in two
And no one knows it but you
So get it out, get it out
Get it out, get it out
Get it, get it
Get it, get it
Out, out
Get the lovely out!
poem by GEN Nelson
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On A Bad Day
Everytime my tears
Have ever fallen
I keep 'em in my pocket
For a rainy day
So when it's pouring
I take them outside
I let the rain start washin'
My tears away
But on a bad day
When hearts are breaking
There's not enough rain to carry
All the tears away
Everytime I'm blue
I take my feeling
I hold it tighter
And I don't let go
When the sky gets whiter
And the air is colder
I throw my feeling
To the falling snow
Everytime my heart
My heart starts breaking
I take this pain
And I hold it down
And I wait for the wailing
When the wind is comin'
And my pain is blowin'
Through another town
song performed by by Kasey Chambers from Barricades & Brickwalls
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Empty minds filled with pride
Empty minds filled with pride
Naked to a suit
Blown without a cause
See their body's falling
In a blood scared land of fear
Hear them call, hear them calling
Who's the master of my fate?
And why do I wait…
And why do I want…
And why do I wait...
And why do I want to die…
Oh bring me a white flag
To wash the blood from my face
And bring me a virgin
Of saving grace
And let love be the price
I said let love be the price
Oh let love be the price for peace…
But their body's keep-on-falling
Like seeds to the ground
But those seeds will never sow
Those seeds will never grow
Life it's what you make it
So don't go breaking
Your dreams of love
Your dreams of love (humming here!)
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Step By Step
Across the sea,
I am sailing
With the soul
Afraid of dying,
Wanna keep for living
to see you.
Across the sky,
I am flying
With the pride
Afraid of losing,
Wanna keep for winning
to be near you.
In the brain,
I am running
With the thoughts
Afraid of stopping,
Wanna keep for creating
To be worth you.
In the will,
I am wishing
With the heart
Afraid of breaking,
Wanna keep for dreaming
To be with you.
To come true!
poem by Aung Si Myanmar
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History Of Ages Burns On Minds Eye
Soul cry hear blood soak earth
fires burning in ghost phantom dark
images burned into victim retina.
All sacred homes lost burning fires
raids plunder cruel famine wars
burning through rage pages history.
Screams across fury dark demon ages
slaves taken beat broken enchained
civilizations burning collapsing dying
waxing falling death conquest repetition.
Age of aspiring mind man
slave to stalking brutality
beats drumbeats inside skull
angels call chosen souls home.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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New Kings
And there was history
to map the terror. A neoplasm
was arising suddenly in the aching skull.
Chorus of wailing: the burning will not go.
Clouds of dense smoke were mindless.
All the centuries were smouldering
in the hearts of waiting children
while the bombs were swaying from the tree tops.
The fat men and women were melting down
to define the master and slave in the
dark chambers of commerce. The ravaged
body of truth anoints itself with blood.
poem by Satish Verma
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Dedicated To Patti Masterman
She’s one of those dark loving ‘guys’ :)
Fed on a spooky cookies fair
Wrote ‘never a love’ and ‘muted dyes’
Colouring spasmodic despair
She lives in the US Meth
But we believe it’s much the same
Living next to an Auschwitz death
Staying alive some light to tame
Being alive living anywhere
Hiding behind an Almighty night
Where only the fading stars dare
Speak of the dead bones birds of flight
She gets along and always pulls through
To write a poem for herself and you
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Masks are falling
Masks are falling.
Don't say it please,
that you are wearing it too.
Harrowing wind, distressing rain,
Freezing cold and burning heat - I have seen it all.
Looking at your face,
I walked pass through.
Now tremor beneath my feet.
Don't let the color go off.
If the earth is still so green,
That's because of you.
If the time stopped at dusk,
Oh dear, the reason I knew.
Masks are falling.
Please remain the way you were.
I fear to see you new.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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According To The Scriptures
When people think of God, in their minds eye they see many pictures,
But, the vision isn't valid unless it is according to the Scriptures.
When The Apostle Paul preached to the Bereans many came and heard,
But with eagerness they compared Paul's preaching to God's Holy Word.
Today many people will accept any doctrine with a compromising nod,
However doctrine must be refuted if it opposes the very Word of God.
If you want to truly know anything about the near or distant future,
There's only one place you should go, and it's God's Holy Scripture.
Pleas of Godly men in the Bible are not simply pious benedictions,
For living according to the Scriptures filled them with convictions.
Even Christ who was The Word, when He addressed Israel's teachers,
He qualified His own preaching, by pointing them to the Scriptures.
Reading from the scroll of Isaiah, as His time of death was nearing,
He finished saying today this scripture is fulfilled in your hearing.
And even though many men wanted to kill Him, much to their surprise,
They would see more of Scripture fulfilled right before their eyes.
Even among the skeptics of today as in the past, every eye shall see,
Christ's continuing Revelation, fulfilling His Sure Word of Prophecy.
Christ died and was buried for our sins according to the Scriptures,
He was raised and is coming back again according to the Scriptures.
(Copyright © 06/2003)
Descending
i make ready myself for an insult
and chest pain, keeping unshorn hair like nettles
on contours, to take unknown turns for restoring
the clouds on moon-blue hills, spreading the water colors
on trees; someone inside the shrine was making
turbulence: yellow room has the footprints of
a naked fakir, after the apocalypse, who walked eyes closed
on the burning ghats, his rags are now worshipped,
the later years found the darkness
glowing in the furnace of propped up body
by roses, roses all the way, he tells the
hanging man, how tall were the poles, with song
poem by Satish Verma
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The Buddha in the Womb
Bobbing in the waters of the womb,
little godhead, ten toes, ten fingers
& infinite hope,
sails upside down through the world.
My bones, I know, are only a cage
for death.
Meditating, I can see my skull,
a death's head,
lit from within
by candles
which are possibly the suns
of other galaxies.
I know that death
is a movement toward light,
a happy dream
from which you are loath to awaken,
a lover left
in a country
to which you have no visa,
& I know that the horses of the spirit
are galloping, galloping, galloping
out of time
& into the moment called NOW.
Why then do I care
for this upside-down Buddha
bobbling through the world,
his toes, his fingers
alive with blood
that will only sing & die.
There is a light in my skull
& a light in his.
We meditate on our bones only
to let them blow away
with fewer regrets.
Flesh is merely a lesson.
We learn it
& pass on.
poem by Erica Jong
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