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Give Me Some Poison To Live

Give me,
some poison to live
I had been dead
for many years.

I burn my hands on a flame,
blank space has started talking.
I am ill at ease –
My lips are not moving.

The pellets, the bullets, the steel –
nothing matters now.
Dirty games can go on,
I am going on bromides
to ejaculate the pain.

Sleep will not come in dark
nor the relief in white robes.
I will remain awake till eternity.

Give me,
some thorns to bleed.
Rose petals
are hurting now.

poem by Satish Verma
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The Rose Is You

there is a rose
in my heart

and it has so
many thorns

i bleed and i look
at the mirror

so beautifully
the bleeding goes on and on

years and years
how can the thorns be so hurting?

it is the rose that matters
and it is you...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Give Unto Me

I've been watching you from a distance.
The distance sees through your disguise.
All I want from you is your hurting.
I want to heal you.
I want to save you from the dark.
*Give unto me your troubles.
I'll endureyour suffering.
Place onto me your burden.
I'll drink your deadly poison.
Why should I care if they hurt you?
Somehow it matters more to me,
Than if I were hurting myself.
Save you (save you)
I'll save you.
*
~Fear not the flame of my love's candle.
Let it be the sun in your world of darkness.
Give unto me all that frightens you.
I'll have you're nightmares for you.
If you sleep soundly.
*~
Fear not the flame of my love's candle.
Let it be the sun in your world of darkness.

song performed by by Evanescence
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Dirty White Boy

Hey, baby, if youre feelin down
I know whats good for you all day
Are you worried what your friends see
Will it ruin your reputation lovin me
cause Im a dirty white boy
Yeah a dirty white boy
A dirty white boy
Dont drive no big black car
Dont like no hollywood movie star
You want me to be true to you
You dont give a damn what I do to you
Im just a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Well, Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, yeah, dirty white boy
A dirty white boy
Ive been in trouble since I dont know when
Im in trouble now and I now somehow Ill find trouble again
Im a loner, but Im never alone
Every night I get one step closer to the danger zone
cause Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, yeah, dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Cmon, cmon boy
Dirty white boy, white boy
Dirty white boy, Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Hey, Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, yeah, Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, dirty white boy, yeah

song performed by by Foreigner
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Sleep

When to oft sleep we give ourselves away,
And in a dream as in a fairy bark
Drift on and on through the enchanted dark
To purple daybreak -- little thought we pay
To that sweet bitter world we know by day.
We are clean quit of it, as is a lark
So high in heaven no human eye can mark
The thin swift pinion cleaving through the gray.
Till we awake ill fate can do no ill,
The resting heart shall not take up again
The heavy load that yet must make it bleed;
For this brief space the loud world's voice is still,
No faintest echo of it brings us pain.
How will it be when we shall sleep indeed?

poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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For your faith

Leave me upon the cross to bleed
Leave me in the tomb where I rest
Let me begin from the beginning
Where nothing is everything
& my faith is blank

Like a piece of paper torn
Between this and that
& left as ash
this is where I will rest

Bleed me out for your faith
Just bleed me out
& use me to clean the sins
All cause I am a believer
Of something you don't get

Leave me aflame on this stake
Leave me on this rope where I hang
Let me tell you the story
From where I am
& my faith remain blank

Ripped of my pride
& robbed of my design
Left with nothing
For your faith

Bleed me out for your faith
Just bleed me out
& use me to clean the sins
All cause I am a believer
Of something you don't get

Give me to your gods
That I forsake
For there is nothing
They can create
To give you faith

Bleed me out for your faith
Just bleed me out
& use me to clean the sins
All cause I am a believer
Of something you don't get

Bleed me out for your faith
Just bleed me out
& use me to clean the sins
All cause I am a believer
Of something you don't get

Leave me in the gas chamber
Leave me on my throne
Let me tell you the end
Of this twisted story
Where everything is nothing
& my faith is blank

poem by Codykye Callaghan
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The BLACK ROSE

I've kissed the petal of the black rose as the morning dew blushed its black hue. I felt a passion beyond anything I knew, a flame, a fire, a burning desire for the black rose its petals to unfold, its beauty to behold. Your Love had me entangled upon your vine I dangled, Chained to the black rose petals I wrangled. Upon your bed in the early dew I found a colored rose petal, another heart that throbbed for you a flame that burned now an amber. Who too had thought you true and kissed the black rose petals blushing hue. Those barbed thorns upon your vine; so sharp; the lies, the deceit, the cheat; they cut, tear, bleed and don't prepare for the hurt they leave. Bold and daunting were you in your haunting. I wanted love but it was my soul you stole. In the ice cold blight of the winter night the black rose had froze. I cried, in the glistening icy snow; for the black rose had no heart to with stand the blight of that winter night. What it had was a cold heart with sharp thorns to enfold, the last cold kiss of death on the black rose shows I have no love to share or hold.

poem by Vanita Allgood
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Fever

Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever, thats so hard to bear
You give me fever, when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever, in the morning
Fever all through the night
Sun lights up the daytime
Moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
And I know Im gonna treat you right
You give me fever, when you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever, in the morning
Fever all through the night
Everybody gots the fever [should be everybodys got...]
That is something you all know
Fever isnt such a new thing
Fever started long ago
Romeo loved juliet
Juliet, she felt the same
When he put his arms around her
He said julie baby, youre my flame
Thou givest fever, when he kisseth
Fever with thy flaming youth
Fever, Im afire
Fever, yeah I burn for thou
Captain smith and pocahontas
Had a very very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him
She said, daddy, oh, dont you dare!
You give me fever [should be he gives me fever]
With his kisses
Fever when he holds me tight
Fever, Im his misses
Daddy, wont you treat him right?
Now youve listened to my story
Heres a point that I have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be it fahrenheit or centigrade
They give you fever, when you kiss them
Fever, if you live, you learn
Fever, till you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
They give you fever, when you kiss them
Fever, if you live and learn
Fever, til you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn (they give you fever)
What a lovely way to burn (they give you fever)
What a lovely way to burn (they give you fever)
What a lovely way to burn (they give you fever)
What a lovely way to burn (they give you fever)
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn

song performed by by Boney M.
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4 Roses

I will give you a white rose for your pain
to recive the gain of no pain

I will give you a red rose for love
so you know its in your reach

I will give you a yellow rose for when you are sick
so you know I care and want you to get better

I will give you my hart
the only rose that you can not see
becuase then you deserve it and
know that then I give you my love.

poem by Pieter van der Merwe
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Rose Petals

Rose petals are so soft to touch,
rose petalsfragrance is so divine to smell,
rose petals are like lovely lips which smile,
rose petals are given to lady love,
rose petals are spread on bed of newly bride,
rose petals are life of butterflies,
rose petals are used for beauty baths,
rpse petals are offered on the lotus feet of god,
rose petals are placed on grave of dear ones,
rose petals are offered in river ganga for departed soul,
rose petals are showered on newly weds,
rose petals are decorated on festive days,
roses are given as a promise for everlasting love.

poem by renu Vig sharma sharma
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In War

Fret the nonchalant noon
With your spleen
Or your gay brow,
For the motion of your spirit
Ever moves with these.

When day shall be too quiet,
Deaf to you
And your dumb smile,
Untuned air shall lap the stillness
In the old space for your voice-

The voice that once could mirror
Remote depths
Of moving being,
Stirred by responsive voices near,
Suddenly stilled for ever.

No ghost darkens the places
Dark to One ;
But my eyes dream,
And my heart is heavy to think
How it was heavy once.

In the old days when death Stalked the world
For the flower of men,
And the rose of beauty faded
And pined in the great gloom,

One day we dug a grave :
We were vexed
With the sun's heat.
We scanned the hooded dead :
At noon we sat and talked.

How death had kissed their eyes
Three dread noons since,
How human art won
The dark soul to flicker
Till it was lost again :

And we whom chance kept whole-
But haggard,
Spent-were charged
To make a place for them who knew
No pain in any place.

The good priest came to pray ;
Our ears half heard,
And half we thought
Of alien things, irrelevant ;
And the heat and thirst were great.

The good priest read : 'I heard .
Dimly my brain
Held words and lost. . . .
Sudden my blood ran cold. . . .
God ! God ! It could not be.

He read my brother's name ; I sank-
I clutched the priest.
They did not tell me it was he
Was killed three days ago.

What are the great sceptred dooms
To us, caught
In the wild wave
We break ourselves on them,
My brother, our hearts and years.

THE DEAD HEROES

Flame out, you glorious skies,
Welcome our brave;
Kiss their exultant eyes ;
Give what they gave.

Flash, mailed seraphim,
Your burning spears;
New days to outflame their dim
Heroic years.

Thrills their baptismal tread
The bright proud air ;
The embattled plumes outspread
Burn upwards there.

Flame out, flame out, 0 Song !
Star ring to star;
Strong as our hurt is strong
Our children are.

Their blood is England's heart ;
By their dead hands
It is their noble part
That England stands.

England-Time gave them thee;
They gave back this
To win Eternity
And claim God's kiss.

poem by Isaac Rosenberg
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Pre-departure Poem 3

did the white rose know
that the thorns
on her side
just below her petals
are the ones that make
her appear
pure and beautiful?

it is the logic
of contrast and the
art of elimination
that work out well
in making us
give the most
of what we are
and not the idealism
of the category
which only says what
we ought to be
we become because of
constraint and
necessity
and so here we are always
on the reconstruction
not because of the fulfillment
of desire
but because of the
prosperity and intensity
the industry of pain

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Thorns

did the white rose know
that the thorns
on her side
just below her petals
are the ones that make
her appear
pure and beautiful?

it is the logic
of contrast and the
art of elimination
that work out well
in making us
give the most
of what we are
and not the idealism
of the category
which only says what
we ought to be
we become because of
constraint and
necessity
and so here we are always
on the reconstruction
not because of the fulfillment
of desire
but because of the
prosperity and intensity
the industry of pain

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Rosebush

There was a rosebush
With only one rose
And I fell in love
With just that rose

I couldn’t grab it for fear
Of the many thorns
But I had to get it
‘Cause I loved that one rose

So I took a chance
Took a jump
But the rose was too
Far out of my reach

As I sat in the bush
I started to bleed
And I bled and bled
And sat there in pain

Then came a friend
Who held out her hand
She helped me up
And got me through

I tried again and again
Yet she kept helping me
Get out of the rosebush
And then I gave up

I… shouldn’t have
But I gave up on myself
And I told my friend,
“I can’t get the rose.”

For weeks upon weeks
I avoided the rosebush
Until she said to try
One last time

So I did and
Excitedly received
The only rose
That grew upon that bush

I then gave it to the girl
Who stood by my side
Day in and day out
Who told me not to give up.

poem by Chris Pacion
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I Wanna Live

I've been thinking it over
And I know just what to do
I've been thinking it over
And I know I just can't trust myself

I'm a Gypsy prince
Covered with diamonds and jewels
But then my lover exposes me
I know I'm just a damn fool

I give what I've got to give
I give what I need to live
I give what I've got to give
It's important if I want to live

I wanna live
I want to live my life
I wanna live
I want to live my life

As I load my pistol
Fine German steel
I never thought I'd be so down and out
Having my last meal
But I know I can do it
It just took a few years
As I execute my killer
The morning is near

I give what I've got to give
I give what I need to live
I give what I've got to give
It's important if I want to live

I wanna live
I want to live my life
I wanna live
I want to live my life

song performed by by Ramones from Halfway To Sanity
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City Of Stones

Anointment of any prefix was hurting
I started shedding the names.

To fill the void, dialogues were not sufficient.
So many of thorns, without seeing,
in flesh, reading the closed mind, to
reach the inner blue.

After dark bloody spills on the rose petals,
you stagger on white tendons;
cracking the fright, peeling off the truth.
How nervous was the death to tread in.

In the pit, no sound, no hiding.
Deep down was hung a turmoil.
calling a name, when night was sad
and lightning was lifting the clouds.

The city of stones in me, the solar system
the galaxies, were stumbling out in defeat.

poem by Satish Verma
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Why At All I Came To This Earth

Why at all I came to this earth
It must be two years now
Since I am with you all
I really could not make out
How far my parents were happy
On my arrival
I knew I did not get many things
Which I wanted, rather needed
For a total growth
And emotional support
I started noting that
My parents did not like each other
Often they argued on matters
Which were beyond my perception
They too were running short
Of many things, probably
I have two elder sisters
From their talking
I came to know that
Our family was in great trouble
One evening my mom took me from home
And for the first time
We were travelling in a vehicle
Rushing us to a new place
My mom left me with some one
And that some one handed over me
To some other one
Thus I kept on moving from hands to hands
Leaving me to wonder
Where this changing hands will stop
I was a bit comfortable with the
Little girl, the last lap,
Who really attended to my needs
Better than even what my mom did
But some where some thing happened
I started feeling pain on my head
Which persisted and kept on increasing
I could not talk about this
But, cried, cried and cried
The little girl attempted to comfort me
But, it did not relieve my pain
The girl became angry with me
And started beating me
I could not register what went on further
I was in a new environment
Definitely much cleaner and better
Than any of the places I lived so far
All in white
People were attending to me
And giving me what all
They feel I needed
But, here I could not move
All the time in bed
I used to think how nice it will be
If I could spend all my time like this
Things did not happen that way, though
As I could see myself from the above
All these people in white
Keeping busy around me in the bed
I tried to tell them
See, here up, I am very much here
I know, this is death
As my elder sisters told me
You will go up and up
To God's caring hands
Once you die
I am going to Him is what
I understood
But then, tell me
Why at all I came to this earth

poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Cheap An Nasty

(coverdale/vandenberg)
Come on baby...
I get so confused,
But, my heart knows youre one of a kind
Leather an lace, an angels face,
Riding on a one track mind
Youre fully loaded with cruise control,
My four wheels rock with your back seat roll
Youre cheap an nasty,
All you wanna do is give it up, give it up
Cheap an nasty,
Come on an do the dirty with me
I get so excited, babe, when Im invited
To ride in your limousine,
You drive it every day, burn it every night,
I wonder how you keep it so clean
Smooth accelerator, you get me so loose,
You keep your motor running till I run out of juice
Youre cheap an nasty,
All you wanna do is give it up, give it up
Cheap an nasty,
Come on an do the dirty with me
Cheap an nasty
I never knew it could be this way
An I never thought Id ever complain,
But, gimme a second just to catch my breath
Babe, before you do it again
All the boys call your name
Down the wishing well,
Baby, when you go
Youre like a cat out of hell
Youre cheap an nasty,
All you wanna do is give it up, give it up
Cheap an nasty,
All you wanna do is give it up, give it up
Cheap an nasty,
All you wanna do is give it up, give it up
Cheap an nasty,
Come on an do the dirty with me
Come on an do the dirty,
Come on an do the dirty,
Come on an do the dirty with me
Come on an do the dirty with me...

song performed by by Whitesnake
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Pondering upon the Rose on a Sunday Morning......

The symbol of love
When giving in love a rose speaks for itself
The beauty is picturesque
The scent it gives lasting for ever

The rose never seen without her thorns
Still who can not feel happiness when a rose is seen or given?
Even for a brief minute, a second the rose brings a smile
Or perhaps a small sigh of delight

If one were to think upon a rose…
The thorns… the beauty…
The petals that carry the essence…
That lingers even after it is withered

If one were compare to our Lord…
He held thorns upon his precious head; the head of the rose is above the thorns
His love was known for its beauty and compassion, the rose noted for love
His words and Spirit lingers for eternity much like the scent of the rose

My Lord created the Rose
Perhaps he created it for remembrance of His son
Looking upon the rose I see it all so clearly
The meaning of love
The beauty
An essence that shall always be with me

poem by Patricia Gale
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My Dear Death

As My Soul Going Mad
And The Bath is Getting dark
My Life is The Same '
people hurting me alot
My Dear Death Gone Mad
From tonight we Will Destroy Their Lands
As My Fear Getting High
and My Tears Going To Rain Again
My Dear Devil And my Dear God
all i'm asking is For another Chance
My Dear Devil Show Me My Angels in The Dark
And my Dear God Burn Thos The one Whos Hurting My Heart
My Knife N My Mask Around my Eyes
Angel With a Devil united under the White line
Give me The Darkness And Blow them Away
Here I Come To My Evilness Again
Thanks To People Wont Leave me Alone
Thanks to their Dirty mouths and their Dirty Shots
Dear Devil Show me The Evil Dark
so i can use it To Make them Fall Down
Dear God Save my Dark from This Life
and Destroy everyone im my bath
Death And Evillnees Coming to my heart
So I Can Drow a line Between the People and the life
Here I Come With My Black heart
As A Black Wolf Hunting in The Dark

poem by Rakan ALMURAIKHI
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Give It Up

All for money
Nothing for time
We want to go
That's our human tight
They sleep on the door mat
They roam the streets
We got to help them
For our future people
We all keep talking 'bout
Brotherly love
The rich stay clean
And the poor gets the glove
I can't sleep at night
When I see their ages
The young and the old
Give it up
If I could only show you love
Baby
Give it up
If I could show you how I feel
Give it up
Give it up
Well, mama was talking
About the ways
They used to live in the early days
Things were simple
And value was right
Everybody got a chance
To live or die
Today you've got it
Tomorrow you don't
But I want more
Give it up
If I could only show you love
Baby
Give it up
If I could show you how I feel
Give it up
Give it up
Love
Give it up
Show your love yeah
Show your lvoe
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Give it up
Give it up
If I could only show you love
Baby
Give it up
If I could show you how I feel
Give it up
Give it up

song performed by by Haddaway
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