Carbon Choking
Uninhibited violence. The disappearing
she-factor in stem cells at sunset point,
which could not collect the evidence.How
the tomb-sweeping stopped and
candles blown out? This time
the thorns were bleeding, flesh was again
gone out of sight, and the dark silence
ejected from teeth, was mugged by words. Your
kiss arrives in vain, the night was without
a moon. Asleep, a seed sprouts howling
at the crossroads ready to invite the bottom
of abyss at the child’s rape. Come and
see the birthmark on forehead, the map
of his country reddening and oozing.
I am on the run now to graft the
skin on unhealing wounds, unanswerable.
poem by Satish Verma
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Will I See You Again
In the dark
Im lying all alone
I just wonder where you are
But I know that you will come
That youll be there
Ive got to walk this lonesome road
To get this of my head
Ive got no time for the living dead
So, Im taking off for higher ground
To get you off my back
You know, you gotta cut me some slack
cause now Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
cause now Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Will I see you again
I didnt have the chance to say, Im sorry
Will I see you again
This is more than I can take (from you)
A bottle of moonshine in the evening
And the daymare starts to fade
Now Ive got time for the weekend raid
Im on my own and I cant stay bored,
Ive passed that river long ago
Im not sure Im your friend or foe
cause now Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
cause now Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Im ready to go, I cant be stopped
Will I see you again
I didnt have the chance to say, Im sorry
Will I see you again
This is more than I can take (from you)
Ive got to clear my head
song performed by by E-type
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One More Kiss (Night Of The Soft Parade)
(PART ONE)
At sunset you hear the soft parade is coming
And the cars and the beast behind, they all start humming
And ooh you got a cool machine, so let's get it runnin'
We'll break the silence of the night
And you know they're gonna hear us comin'
We always see them whisper, we know they're gonna talk
They fantasize the mysteries 'bout the night and the dark
So baby one more kiss, baby one more kiss,
We never have to say goodbye
Oh one more kiss, baby one more kiss,
It brings a little luck to the night
Artists got their easels, they're ready on the mark
Gonna try and take the pictures
Of the dust and the gold in the sparks
And ooh you got a cool machine, baby let's get it runnin'
You never looked so good before
And you know your time it's finally comin'
'Cause our home is the wind, you know we're gods of the mornin'
Champions of the night, when the engines are rumblin'
Our home is the wind, you know we're gods of the mornin'
Champions of the night, when the engines are rumblin'
So just one more kiss, baby one more kiss,
We never have to say goodbye
One more kiss, baby one more kiss,
I never wanna see you cry
One more kiss, baby one more kiss,
It brings a little luck to the night
One more kiss, baby one more kiss,
We never have to say goodbye
(PART TWO)
Ready, ready to roll, ready, ready to roll, ready, ready to roll, ready
Under my foot gonna hit it down,
Take this stance before the crowd
Sleepin' city urban fall,
Su
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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Well, there are two kinds of stem cells: adult stem cells, which you can get from any part of a grown body, and embryonic stem cells. These are the inner- core of days-old embryos that can develop into any kind of cell.
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One More Kiss
(part one)
At sunset you hear the soft parade is coming
And the cars and the beast behind, they all start humming
And ooh you got a cool machine, so let's get it runnin'
We'll break the silence of the night and you know they're gonna hear us comin'
We always see them whisper, we know they're gonna talk
They fantasize the mysteries 'bout the night and the dark
So baby one more kiss, baby one more kiss, we never have to say goodbye
Oh one more kiss, baby one more kiss, it brings a little luck to the night
Artists got their easels, they're ready on the mark
Gonna try and take the pictures of the dust and the gold in the sparks
And ooh you got a cool machine, baby let's get it runnin'
You never looked so good before and you know your time it's finally comin'
'cause our home is the wind, you know we're gods of the mornin'
Champions of the night, when the engines are rumblin'
Our home is the wind, you know we're gods of the mornin'
Champions of the night, when the engines are rumblin'
So just one more kiss, baby one more kiss, we never have to say goodbye
One more kiss, baby one more kiss, i never wanna see you cry
One more kiss, baby one more kiss, it brings a little luck to the night
One more kiss, baby one more kiss, we never have to say goodbye
(part two)
(ready, ready to roll, ready, ready to roll, ready, ready to roll, ready)
Under my foot gonna hit it down, take this stance before the crowd
Sleepin' city urban fall, summer's sadness time to answer the call
(cool machine, get it runnin', ready to roll)
Soft hands around my neck, one more kiss then it's time to connect
Leave this child, leave me all alone, this one's mine and i'm takin' it home
(ready, ready, ready to roll)
This one's mine and i'm takin' it home
(part three)
Now behind closed walls new histories start to rise
Of the soft parade and the heroes where they lie
And ooh you got a cool machine, baby let's get it runnin'
You never looked so good before and you know your time it's finally comin'
'cause our home is the wind, you know we're gods of the mornin'
Champions of the night, when the engines are rumblin'
Our home is the wind, you know we're gods of the mornin'
Champions of the night, when the engines are rumblin'
(one more kiss, one more kiss, one more kiss, one more kiss)
(one more kiss, one more kiss)
It brings a little luck, brings a little luck to the night
(one more kiss, one more kiss)
Ooh one more kiss
One more kiss, baby one more kiss, we never have to say goodbye
And ooh you got a cool machine, baby let's get it runnin'
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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Pink Eyes
Pigments on rocks were darkening.
Violence had permeated like skunk.
Enough to go numb. Stream of blood.
Entire limbs were missing. You want to go
insane, deoxygenated.
The bomber was going to face a firing squad.
Were you ready to bring back the body
home? Mother was wailing?
Law was blind and absurd. A victim wants
the terrorist to live, arms severed, genitalia
blown off!
Was it in you, the violence? Guilt in me?
Are we not responsible? As a price of sorrow
I resort to silence. Nonviolence accepts the evil,
the fact, the truth of now.
Fear? The decline? A collective dying? I
cannot cry. It hurts the arguments. I am
red and bruised. Will not survive the sunset.
The subsequent years are bleeding.
poem by Satish Verma
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Spinning
Waiting for a prickly path
at crossroads,
where desolation sits in
between words and flesh.
Hanging shells on windows
where light immigrated
to prophecies of Buddha.The
violence will never end.
Can you find some space
between the bullets? Between
the contrasts lie the black
thoughts and sick arguments.
Through the comets who will shoot
bleeding flag?
poem by Satish Verma
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Sonnet 8
I barely hear those noises from behind,
When opened are the gates of elder dream;
The moon I reached was not that hard to find
In treasure of the night that's now supreme.
My simple voice cannot reveal the truth
Of blades and flesh in ordinary space,
But let me glance at them with eyes of youth
And be a star to whom you can replace
A skin of olden race. Mistakes you've done
Will stick upon your mouth like seven thorns,
Because one life means more than all the fun,
And guns are weak in front of greasy horns.
No matter what you do, remember this:
The silence jumps from madness to abyss.
poem by Ionuț Popa (14 June 2008)
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She Just Doesn't Care
My dogs fight in a box car of make believe children;
They nock them down like weather-beaten bowling pins;
What am I doing in this city,
With the river so near but not fearful; and yet the correct
English of this is appalling,
Like a fisherman unconcerned there is no bottom:
How will we get to the floor to sleep,
And looking at the phrases critically, as if you are supposed
To interview them for a job: They are paltry at best
They haven’t worked for ages, and who have they loved?
How many other words have they known laid down beside
Them to keep warm after some such and such midnight?
Their vocabulary is poor. Skin. Teeth. All poor; its diseases-
Not fit for mermaids, those topless dancers like selkies
Inciting barfights: And I’m sure I loved her: I sent her bouquets,
But why is the sky blue? The bad news can go on forever
And the fountain of youth is not real: All the conquistadors laid
To rest beside it are so old and unexciting, they put the tourists
Into a gummy eyed malaria; it is their disease. Cheap candles
Are more exciting, open wounds along the bromeliad,
The lizards who change colors along with the warts; and if the
Sea is weeping, it is because she has lost her billfold and that
Is why she goes back and forth sweeping across the middle-
Class lights of a moribund holocaust, sweeping as if though
Homely she might cradle inchoate beauty,
But she just doesn’t care.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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When You're Asleep (a childhood dream}
When you’re asleep
Does life go on
Or does it stop? I wonder
Have you ever stopped?
And thought
And had a little ponder
The things you’ve done
The night before
Are still there in the morning
No evidence that things have moved
While asleep
There’s been no warning
Yet when you were young
Milk teeth fell out
Mum said put them under bunny
A tooth fairy
Will come at night
And exchange them for some money
And what of Christmas
Now there’s a thing
Your told to sleep so tight
For some guy called
Father Christmas
Creeps around your bed at night
So what of sleepy nights
Between teeth and Christmas day
Have things moved? I ponder
Do fairies come to stay?
My things put back by morning
Will they come again,
They come without warning
With my toys they like to play DLP
(I wonder? Think I keep my eyes open tonight)
poem by Don Pengilly
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Dig The Floor Of The Moon
A fear stalks me on the road.
Sun was very aloof and cold.
Cannot stop the decline,
give me prayers of your lips.
You talk of dark children dying
when I was losing consciousness.
Will not question the ink of death
or silence of night.
The random greed of man walks
in golden ruins without listening.
I am counting my years wasted
in pursuit of crazy dreams of climbing a watchtower.
Hunger had become a great teacher.
Pain becomes a face. Limbs and shadows
seek justice after rape and murder.
Something seeps in me. Wounds bleeding
on my hands, I dig the floor of the moon
where God was sleeping.
poem by Satish Verma
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Endless Dark
Softly the light shines in through
Gates of grace on me and you
Deceiving our restless hearts
A flickering flame so serene
It fires the night so we could see
Feeling alone so strong
And I know where I belong
Away from your guards
That heal our wounds in life
This endless dark
Endless dark
This endless dark
Lovely the light shines on you
Through the gates of fire entombed
Feeling on your own
Weak is the blaze that kept me away
From cruelty and tenderness embraced
Saving my soul no more
And I know where I belong
Away from your guards
That heal our wounds in life
This endless dark
Endless dark
This endless dark
I know where I belong
Away from you guards
That heal our wounds in life,
This endless dark
The shadow on you that tamed your burning heart
That buried my truth right into your arms
The words of the tomb of I fall on lone
That heal our wounds and light , this endless dark
That heal our wounds and light , this endless dark
That heal our wounds and light , this endless dark
That heal our wounds and light , this endless dark
song performed by by H.i.m. (his Infernal Majesty)
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Evening: A Self Experience
When the sun dips on the horizon,
I will invite the yellow moon.
Time raises the mist,
profiles become grey,
vibrating in trance,
limbs colliding in way.
When the love’s violence escorts you to death
red eyes will melt and an avalanche
will drown the landmark.
We were kith and kin,
now strangers in motion of earth,
meet only speeding towards dark.
When the life will miss the sorrow
I will invite the yellow moon.
poem by Satish Verma
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Bloodline
Eternal the kiss I breath
Siphon your blood to me
Feel my wounds of your god
Forever rape mortality
I smell of death
I reek of hate
I will live forever
Lost child pay the dead
Bleeding screams of silence
In my veins your eternity
I'll kill you and your dreams tonight
Begin new life
Bleed your death upon me
Let your bloodline feed my youth
First breath born come alive learn to kill
Bloodfest awaits to feed your hunger
Dark side has no rival test your faith in blood
Night hides the hunting packs a feeding frenzy
I'll kill you and your dreams tonight
Begin new life
Bleed your death upon me
Let your bloodline feed my youth
I am the first not the last
Condemned by a single kiss
Betrayed eternally I'll rip inside your soul
Contaminating the world
Defying god and son
Black heart that brings your death
Living in infamy
Drink the flesh of life itself
Prepare to reign a thousand years
I'll kill you and your dreams tonight
Begin new life
Bleed your death upon me
Let your bloodline feed my youth
Blame god chosen children
As you die I'm immortal
Faithless no religion
Stalking prey is my confession
Captive blood enslavement
Pain and hunger drives your madness
Drink flesh life itself
Prepare to reign a thousand years
song performed by by Slayer from God Hates Us All
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Rape Me
Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again
I'm not the only one (4x)
Hate me
Do it and do it again
Waste me
Rape me my friend
I'm not the only one (4x)
My favorite inside source
I'll kiss your open sores
Appreciate your concern
You'll always stink and burn
Rape me
Rape me my friend
Rape me
Rape me again
I'm not the only one (4x)
Rape me (rape me) (8x)
Rape me
song performed by by Nirvana from In Utero
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When we talk about stem cells, we are actually talking about a complicated series of things, including adult stem cells which are largely cells devoted to replacing individual tissues like blood elements or liver or even the brain.
quote by David Baltimore
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Great City
When I returned at sunset,
The serving-maid was singing softly
Under the dark stairs, and in the house
Twilight had entered like a moon-ray.
Tune was so dead I could not understand
The meaning of midday or of midnight,
But like falling waters, falling, hissing, falling,
Silence seemed an everlasting sound.
I sat in my room,
And watched sunset,
And saw starlight.
I heard the tramp of homing men,
And the last call of the last child;
Then a lone bird twittered,
And suddenly, beyond the housetops,
I imagined dew in the country,
In the hay, on the buttercups;
The rising moon,
The scent of early night,
The songs, the echoes,
Dogs barking,
Day closing,
Gradual slumber,
Sweet rest.
When all the lamps were lighted in the town
I passed into the street ways and I watched,
Wakeful, almost happy,
And half the night I wandered in the street.
poem by Harold Monro
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About words entwining themselves within
There are so many tears
In this black void of your silence
'Cause you have been hurt so many times.
There are so many painful memories
In the gray shadow of those seconds
' Cause the world around you was crumbling,
So many times, the world inside you.
I am drinking the pain from the cup of your soul
Until the cup is empty,
Leaving a bit love at the bottom,
Looking like the coffee grounds.
Your love is sweet
Like acacia seeds.
I eat the seeds,
Your love seeds.
In that cup of your soul,
Your love is looking like a true love song,
Transparent and wet.
Your love is wet like a kiss.
Your heart is a rhapsody, entwining within my sad heart.
I miss you in so many ways sometimes,
I want and I miss that kiss,
I kiss your absence,
When I'm not with you..
We feed our souls
With love words,
Belonging to God.
My words pass between your teeth
Encountering yours
And the silence between them.
Their taste is like honey.
Our love is like honey.
It's our moon.
Do you want me now?
I want you now.
If you don't want me now
Just tell me
And we may both stay hungry.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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A New Beginning...
every sprouting seed
preaches hope
every new leaf says
i am an evidence
every fruit manifests
we are ready to serve
and when everything
is ripe and luscious and
ready
when no hand picks them
when there is no child
the inevitable happens
each fruit rots and falls
and gets foul and
conquered by molds
and moss and will finally
be gone
except the seed
who has the last say again
about hope and its
new beginning.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Why Me Only?
Rape here and rape there, rape is every where.
And country is become a big Mogul Harem, my fear;
Rape in the village, rape in the town:
Rape in sari, rape in gown:
India, secular, socialist and democratic:
But of late has become a rape republic.
Rape on an infant, rape on an old:
Rape of a student, rape of a tourist, told:
Rape by a friend, rape by an enemy:
Rape by majority, rape by minority;
Rape by the rich, rape by a poor ward:
Rape by forward, rape by backward.
A paid rape and a free rape,
A group rape and a compulsive rape,
All are socialist and secular,
In this perversion, hateful;
Daily it is breaking news,
Still there is no emotion to view.
I had survived, from among the dying,
The rapists reached to rape me, trying;
In my mother's wombs, unborn, I was a fetus;
No safe corners hide to shun the pain, tedious;
As I got a shape of a beautiful moor,
The dark sheep are there to maul my contour.
'This single act ends my own life, ' is one,
Where all the pains reside;
Crushed by the mis-fortune of some deadly sin-
Can't be washed by greatest win.
I lifted but hated my self here,
'There's no solace any where! '
"It is a dark spot, where all light spent,
All darkness! " cried I, Intent;
It hit me hard to graceless mutiny,
I was hideous, hopeless without scrutiny;
I sat, where night never ends;
Heaven's radiant show never lends.
poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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rape in the grapes of wrath.wash away the evidence, take a bath.a path to an ooze, all i got to do, is pull out a knife and your my wife.the night, under a street light a guy ponders this.a woman walks by, worth a kiss.did she make it? yes.it wasnt rape in her eyes only her best.
poem by Chris Bowen
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