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I Was Always Angry

Whole world hides
in your liquid eyes,
I need to return to my consciousness,
to change my verse.
The dry air has wiped out the beautiful words
sitting on the edge, of a meaning
I write a new song.

Discovering your forgotten self,
was a pain,
I always avoided.
Years touched me softly,
on the temples in vain.
Dumb I was with grief, threading a pile of memories,
to know my other self.

Somewhere a god smiles on me.
God of my mud & water,
wide open like a father,
who never died.
The moon slaughters my clouds.
I was always angry,
with my odd appearance.

poem by Satish Verma
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Soulful Beats

Can I write a song with words that bring the beat to life with rhythm that feels alive deep into the core of your soul? The meaning hidden and buried for another intellect to feel the magic with the cords of there heart like my lover that smiles at me as the rain dances around her, above her, with her. She is my reason for this verse, this chorus, this repeat of a string of melodies that always see the light in her. She does not belong here in this place of confusion and misdirection of the minds.

She belongs in the arms of nature, smiling at the sky and watching all the beautiful universe pass her by. She is not a copy of perfection, yet she is not perfect, but seems to belong to an imperfect person. I cannot write a song without her eyes of knowledge that has read me through the years to make me a book of holiness to her. The music is between us and plays as we play. It is our love song, wedding song, anniversary song, birth song, happy ever after song and a funeral song. She hums the tune when she loves me and it our song that sings together that we are happy.

poem by Melvyn Mohan
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(Angry Poem) Angry Are Your Children Of Forgotten Memories

Angry are the children of your forgotten memories.
Needs become greed.
To succeed you must move past what has became another loss.
Hypnotic is a pipe dream
in which your will is fact.
It's a written contract.
Be there when it counts most.
So close
Yet so far away.

Angry are the children of your forgotten memories.
What have you created
what have you instigated.
With a sickle in your hand
you swing at me.
Full force
full impact
lack of discretion
another life lesson.
Trust no one you don't really know.
Unless your ready to let go.
Being released from it all.
A hunters knife cuts the rope.
A hammer smashes the chains.
Nothing is ever in vain.

Angry are the children of your forgotten memories.
A cut so clean.
The wound that continuously bleeds.
No matter pressure put on it.
My leukemia destroys all immunities.
Metaphorically speaking
metaphorically preaching.

Angry are the children of your forgotten memories.
Destiny does not wait or ask you how you want it.
It just goes
flows threw all our veins.
Even with the the greatest change.
We still are powerless over it.
We continuously fight it
deny it
but only a fool can not see whats right in front of them.
It is what we have become right or wrong
It's who we are.
As much as we choose it.
We still have no control over it.

Angry are the children of your forgotten memories.
You say this is it,
then must have always been it.
From the beginning.
It's written in invisible ink.
Some fortunes can't be told
They have to be lived.
One day I'll understand what the draw was
but at this time
It's nothing but angry are the children of your forgotten memories.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XVII

Nor yet in vain. For to him through the rout
Behold, 'mid herald whispers of her name
And laughing eyes and welcome hands held out,
Natalia's self behind her husband came,
Her face arrayed in smiles, as who should say
She held a secret string of happiness
Joined to her heart grief could not take away.
And Adrian gazed at her in rapturous bliss,
Knowing his love had triumphed o'er the grave
And she at last was his, a heritage
For ever for his heart to hold and have,
In spite of change and death's untimely rage
And the long tempest of forgotten tears,
The pain, the anger and the grief of years.

poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Remembering Tiananmen

Fateful day and long twenty years,
Eyes stunned and refused by ears,
Refused to see rising Sun and rays,
Heart feeling pain and parting ways,

First shot fired on students,
Killing on the spot to stop movements,
World amused and witnessed event,
It was hell let loose and reprisals sent,

Asking for simple change in system?
As clouds forming from boiling stem,
Warning signals and stern action for them,
Not seen motto behind but only theme,

Outcry for human rights violations,
Many argued for severing relations,
All in vain and fell on deaf years,
All forgotten as matter of yesteryears,

Still no fresh air to breath,
Allegiance by force under oath,
No freedom on this free world,
Termed as rioters and murdered in cold,

Your struggle may open new chapter,
World may not take lightly with laughter,
Movement so popular and sought after,
Sunny days after heavy and severe winter,

Your voice might have died out and forgotten,
We appreciated your way and pattern,
It was matter of pride and concern,
Whatever may be consequences and warning stern?

We will surge ahead and cherish,
Battle begun and just not finish,
All peace lovers may get together and wish,
In troubled water not allowed to fish

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Eyes Wide Open

Here it comes, here comes another day
Another decision on the way
Well here it comes, here comes a covered display
of preferences to make
Well here it comes, here comes a knock on the door
Open it for an opportunity
Well here it comes, here comes another day
for memories to be made
Eyes wide open
Eyes wide open all the time
'n there it was, it was a perfect take
and were you asleep or awake
There it was, it was a perfect time
to speak your mind
'n there it was, it was a chance of a lifetime
It flew right by and what did you do?
Well there it was, it was another day
for memories to be made
Eyes wide open
Eyes wide open all the time
I've got my eyes wide open
Eyes wide open all the time
Because you never know
what you might see...

song performed by by King Crimson
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Edith Conant

We stand about this place -- we, the memories;
And shade our eyes because we dread to read:
"June 17th, 1884, aged 21 years and 3 days."
And all things are changed.
And we -- we, the memories, stand here for ourselves alone,
For no eye marks us, or would know why we are here.
Your husband is dead, your sister lives far away,
Your father is bent with age;
He has forgotten you, he scarcely leaves the house
Any more.
No one remembers your exquisite face,
Your lyric voice!
How you sang, even on the morning you were stricken,
With piercing sweetness, with thrilling sorrow,
Before the advent of the child which died with you.
It is all forgotten, save by us, the memories,
Who are forgotten by the world.
All is changed, save the river and the hill --
Even they are changed.
Only the burning sun and the quiet stars are the same.
And we -- we, the memories, stand here in awe,
Our eyes closed with the weariness of tears --
In immeasurable weariness!

poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Eyes Wide Open

Your eyes are wide open, but yet you don’t see
All the love I have inside of me.
Eyes wide open, but you don’t look around
You don’t open your ears, you don’t hear a sound.

Eyes wide open but the beauties that surround you
Do not seem to exist.
Is it that your eyes on you are playing tricks?

Eyes wide open and yet you have a blank stare.
Have you closed off your mind?
Or you just don’t care.

What can I do to remove that haze
So that on my face you can gaze.
If I hold you tenderly in my arms
And kiss those beautiful eyes.
Will they move? Will they cry?

What must I do so that you can see
That our love was meant to be.
They say that you went deep inside yourself
To hide the hurt and pain
But without your love “ I am the same”.

Eyes wide open. Did they just glance at me?
Is it because your heart is finally free?
I see a tear forming in your eyes
Emotions being let out that you tried to hide.

Eyes wide open- now they are mine
I can see your love for the very first time.

poem by Louis Rams
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Edge Of Day

Sitting near the edge of day
when the night creatures go to sleep
and just before the day creatures awake.
When the clouds of darkness dissipate
leaving the sky a pale blue,
so the sun can peer through.
That edge of silence
when no sound stirs.
That few minutes when the world
is at peace with itself.
I sit there and ponder
all the wonders of the world,
the beauty that catches you by surprise
when you first see it with wide-open eyes.
The strugglers in foreign parts
to see each new day through.
The deserts and the mountains
that stretch out across so many lands.
The delicate landscapes that all of us can see.
Those precious dreams that dwell
deep inside you and me.
All this and more I see
as I sit near the edge of day
as the night silently fades away.

25 July 2001

poem by David Harris
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Deep Down Inside

Deep down inside hidden within
hides the pain of my soul, dark memories from back then
so fresh in my heart they seem never to leave me alone
and just when i think happiness is mine, pain reminds me its not gone
in the windows of my soul, pain sits near
leaking out every now and then in the form of a innocent tear
the pain behind the tear is far greater than the little water that slides down my face
its the origin that holds the pain, reality that fills the space
for my tears never reveal the pain in my cry
and happiness is all thats seen to the naked eye
never letting anyone truly understand the reason behind tears rain
for they always hear the story, not once seeing the pain
as if it could be understood, the reason for hearts cry
for my mind has already concluded reality as being the reason why
in all my pain and struggles ive never been able to stop time
ive only allowed pain to pile giving it permission to forever be mine
but the windows of my pain tell a truth, that even i sometimes cant see
all the pain and struggles that ive swallowed through the years has made a warrior out of me
for i am a ball of strength, only revealing a smile
and wisdom has led me to believe throughout the years its strength and not pain that has continued to pile
sometimes my wisdom and heart just dont agree
my soul has to be reminded that this is my reality
that all this pain was built from way back then
and behind hearts door, and souls window my true pain hides within

poem by Wanda Askew Scott
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If There Is No Moon

If there is no moon,

How possible could it be?

Your lips
Won’t wobble
Far from your chin.
It will be only a gazer
Shouting
Cold words
In a lost deserted Cancun.

If there is no moon,

You won’t irrupt
And spill out
Any of
Your hot and angry lavas,
But a
Liquid of
Dormant
Crystallized feelings;
They awake
And then swoon.

If there is no moon,

Your
Tides
And oceanic waves
Won’t crash
Against my chest
No flood,
No touch down,
No damage done,
No hurricane, and
No typhoon.

If there is no moon,
Words come flat
Undistorted;
Your kisses
Lose its own cycles
Between a croissant
And a full moon.

If there is no moon,

Love’s
Tears will be
Only
A crack of memories
On the ice
Lying strewn.

If there is no moon,

God and goddess,
Supreme Deity, and
Divinity
Will be
A song
Writing
Between Saturn’s
Rings
And the Martian's dunes.

poem by Atef Ayadi
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Love/Hate

I was a mess in my open eyed youth
I grew up thinking
What's good for one, oppresses the other
It's my turn, my life, my way, mine, me
It made me crazy
I couldn't fight it
I couldn't wait to get away
It's a war
With the whole wide world
It's a war
With the boys and girls
It's a war
And nothin's gonna change
And nothin's gonna change
It's sister and brother, mother and daughter
Father, son, husband, wife, thing
It's drugs, it's hunger
It's race, sex, and government
Any way you look at it, you're part of it, you know it
The wrong inside you, can't get it right
You might as well get on the train
It's a war
With the whole wide world
It's a war
With the boys and girls
It's a war
And nothin's gonna change
And nothin's gonna change
The screen is so white, and it's so big
It's hard to get over the feeling, you're losing your mind
You offer the usher your ticket
You open your soda, see what guy you're sitting behind
You get excited, the lights go down
You get a > on the plane
It's a war
With the whole wide world
It's a war
With the boys and girls
It's a war
And nothin's gonna change
And nothin's gonna change
It's a war
All the give and take
It's a war
All the love and hate
It's a war
And nothin's gonna change
And nothin's gonna change
And nothin's gonna change
And nothin's gonna change
And nothin's gonna change
And nothin's gonna change
Nothin's gonna change
Nothin's gonna change
Nothin's gonna change
Nothin's gonna change

song performed by by Liz Phair
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You Are So Vain

You're So Vain
- Carly Simon
You walked into the party
Like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror
As you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner
They'd be your partner, and
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
You had me several years ago
When I was still quite naive
Well, you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved
And one of them was me
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
I had some dreams they were clouds in my coffee
Clouds in my coffee, and
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?
Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga
And your horse naturally won
Then you flew your Lear jet up to Nova Scotia
To see the total eclipse of the sun
Well, you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not, you're with
Some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend
Wife of a close friend, and
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Don't you? Don't you?

song performed by by Carly Simon
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Killing Me Softly (live At Showcase)

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him, and listen for a while.
And there he was, this young boy, a stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly, with his song
One time ya'll
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly, with his song
(applaus)
thank you
so..
(applaus)
thank you
so songs like that realy made a impact on my life

song performed by by Alicia Keys
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Dark Language

Wanted to wear the grief uncrying,
sitting on the bank, counting the waves,
watching the swaying of earthen lamps.

There was a little water on the moon,
charged atoms settling in the lap of a sponge.
The water becomes the moon,
floating on goat’s milk.

My descent starts to find the truth.
Where the water has gone from the eyes?
The mirrors always tell the lie.

The headless body writhes in the dust,
words change the author of a murder.
A crowd finds a knife only.

Once again a century weeps!

Satish Verma

poem by Satish Verma
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Killing Me Softly With His Song

[lauryn - verse one] - (pras in parentheses)
Yo! yo! what?!
I heard he sang a good song, yeah!
Yo...i heard he had a style
And so, i came to see him and listen for awhile! (yo, yo, yo, yo...unh,unh)
What?! yo! yo! yo! yo! yo!...and there he was, this young bra!
(just a lil' kid chillin' on a...unh)
Ha-ha! stranger to my eyes! (c'mon, what?! unh, ahh!)
[chorus] - (wyclef & pras in parentheses) {pras in brackets}
Strummin' my pain with his fingers, yo! (one time!)
Singing my life with his words...two times! (two times!) {come on!}
Killing me softly with his song...killing me softly! {yo! unh-uh! unh-unh-
Unh-unh!}
With his song, telling my whole life! {ha! unh, unh!}
With his words, killing me...softly! yo, yo...yo! yo! yo! yo!
{yo-yo-yo-yo-yo-yo, unh!}
With his...song! (yo l-boogie!) (throw 'em off the bridge!) - wyclef
[bridge]
[chorus 1x]

song performed by by Fugees
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Praise Of Ysolt

In vain have I striven,
to teach my heart to bow;
In vain have I said to him
'There be many singers greater than thou'.

But his answer cometh, as winds and as lutany,
As a vague crying upon the night
That leaveth me no rest, saying ever,
'Song, a song.'
Their echoes play upon each other in the twilight
Seeking ever a song.
Lo, I am worn with travail
And the wandering of many roads hath made my eyes
As dark red circles filled with dust.
Yet there is a trembling upon me in the twilight,
And little red elf words crying, ‘A song',
Little grey elf words crying for a song,
Little brown leaf words crying, ‘A song',
Little green leaf words crying for a song.
The words are as leaves, old brown leaves in the spring time
Blowing they know not whither, seeking a song.

White words as snow flakes but they are cold,
Moss words, lip words, words of slow streams.

In vain have I striven
to teach my soul to bow,
In vain have I pled with him:
'There be greater souls than thou.'

For in the morn of my years there came a woman
As moonlight calling,
As the moon calleth the tides,
'Song, a song.'

Wherefore I made her a song and she went from me
As the moon doth from the sea,
But still came the leaf words, little brown elf words
Stying 'The soul sendeth us'.
'A song, a song!'
And in vain I cried unto them ‘I have no song
For she I sang of hath gone from me'.

But my soul sent a woman, a woman of the wonder-folk,
A woman as fire upon the pine woods
crying 'Song, a song'.
As the flame crieth unto the sap.
My song was ablaze with her and she went from me
As flame leaveth the embers so went she unto new forests '
And the words were with me
crying ever. 'Song, a song'.

And I 'I have no song',
Till my soul sent a woman as the sun:
Yea as the sun calleth to the seed,
As the spring upon the bough
So is she that cometh, the mother of songs,
She that holdeth the wonder words within her eyes
The words, little elf words
that call ever unto me,
'Song, a song'.

In vain have I striven with my soul
to teach my soul to bow.
What soul boweth
while in his heart art thou?

poem by Ezra Pound
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Am I dying in your Silence?

Silence is a sure killer
For your silence kills
Kills me slowly and softly
Your silence is like a song
Sung silently but killing me at the same time.

I hear a song in the quiet of the room
and in the still of the air
A song of our love
A song of our life
Every word in it
Has so much meaning and pain
I hear you singing that song
So soulfully, but hurting me at the same.
In silence I bear the pain

As Life goes by
The colorful past seems all over
A new day is born
And a new life has begun

Sometimes I crave to just
A hear a few words from you
But you just seem to ignore me
And pretend like I was not there
Like a few drops of water
that quench my thirst
So do I miss a few words from you.

Yes, I miss you
For your silence is killing
And I am waiting
For a few words
To show me a sunny day
Or even a rainbow in the sky.

poem by Debra Masky
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Song About The Moon

If you want to write a song about the moon
Walk along the craters of the afternoon
When the shadows are deep
And the light is alien
And gravity leaps like a knife off the pavement
And you want to write a song about the moon
You want to write a spiritual tune
Then nah nah nah
Presto
Song about about the moon
If you want to write a song about the heart
Think about the moon before you start
Because the heart will howl
Like a dog in the moonlight
And the heart can explode
Like a pistol on a june night
So if you want to write a song about the heart
And its ever-longing for a counterpart
Write a song about the moon
The laughing boy
He laughed so hard
He fell down from his place
The laughing girl
She laughed so hard
The tears rolled down her face
Hey songwriter
If you want to write a song about
A face
Think about a photograph
That you really cant remember
But you cant erase
Wash your hands in dreams and lightning
Cut off your hair
And whatever is frightening
If you want to write a song
About a face
If you want to write a song about
The human race
Write a song about the moon
If you want to write a song about the moon
You want to write a spiritual tune
Then do it
Write a song about the moon

song performed by by Paul Simon
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Good Bye For Now

The hardest poem for me to write,
The elusive words, just out of sight,
So I'm stuck here feeling dumb as hell,
Wondering just how to bid you all farewell.

All these years that have passed,
They all went by so very fast,
Now heading out to a world so vast,
It seems we've reached a turning point at last.

Now it's time to say our last words,
Before scattering away like frightened birds,
But now I just can't find the words to utter,
Everytime I open my mouth, I just stutter.

But with so little time before we part,
My farewell, I lament I must start,
So I forfit my efforts to sound smart,
What I say from now on, will come from the heart.

So this is it, my valediction,
Boundless emotion, without restriction,
Our time together, I promise will never be forgotten,
They will last forever, like an apple that can Never go rotten.

But maybe this is not the end,
Maybe our paths will entwine again,
But for now, we have our destinies to attend to,
So Good Bye For Now, I Love You.

poem by Twisted Moon
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