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Life’s Toast

Difficult it becomes, the secret of
the judgement and metamorphosis of
the painted cotton into a stained truth.

To save the present tense. A dangerous
crowd of vowels to express the incomplete
moment of watery teeth,

so hung, while misspeaking painfully
in dyslexic manneo. I would not
understand the hour-glass proxy.

An undersized leash to walk
with a giant: the magnitude of tragedy
overwhelms the path!

poem by Satish Verma
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I Complete With You

i am incomplete without you
i am incomplete without your smiles
i am incomplete without your love
i am incomplete without your felling
i am incomplete without your teaching
i am incomplete without your touching
i am incomplete without your soul
i am incomplete without your dreams
i am incomplete without your body
i am incomplete without your happiness
i am incomplete without your heart
i am incomplete without your bed
i am incomplete without your tonight
i am incomplete without your sorrow and sadness

poem by Khushi throne
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Long Walk Home

If you see liberty tell her I will
Buy her windows on the hill
Laud her flowers on the sill
Till they grow higher and higher.
If liberty was a little girl
Watching all the flags unfurl
Standing at the big parade
How would she like us now?
We balance the power
From hour to hour
Giant guns rage
Its such a long walk home
Its such a long walk home
Its such a long walk home.
From vietnam to old beirut
If we are searching for the truth
Why do we feel that double-edged blade
Cutting through our hand.
America, america
Where have we gone?
Its such a long walk home
Its such a long walk home
Its such a long walk home.
We balance the power
From hour to hour
Giant guns rage
Its such a long walk home
Its such a long walk home
Its such a long walk home.

song performed by by Neil Young
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A poem in a garbage bin

A man dies, yes he is dying.
He lived like a dead man.
Nobody knew about his whereabouts.
My dear English professor,
extremely sorry for my grammar mistakes,
you explained me about vowels, present tense,
past tense, commas, semicolon and et cetera.,
Why all these unnecessary pinchings sir!
He is already dead.
The man who hasn't a family
who worries about him?
Let him rest peacefully.
All in his lifetime he was dead
and now only he is living after the trauma.
His name is common man.

Dedication to my favourite poet Takuboku Ishikawa

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Dangerous To Know

some secrets need to be kept
some stories should never be told
some reasons shouldnt be understood
they just might turn your blood cold
who need all the answers
who takes all the chances
who said the truth is gonna save you?
when the truth could be dangerous
like the way i feel
its alright to steal
what i need from you
do what i have to do
say what i have to say
go where i have to go
and thats dangerous, dangerous to know
know
know
know
i was a law unto myself
when you find out on my own(out on my own)
together nothing was sacred
together we were alone(we were alone)
who needs all the questions
who lost their direction
who said a lie's gonna break you
when a lie could be dangerous
like the way i feel
its alright to steal
what i need from you
do what i have to do
say what i have to say
go where i have to go
and thats dangerous, dangerous to know
ignorance is bliss
your safe when you resist
theres no safety in a kiss like this
its dangerous...so kiss..........me
kiss...me....
like the way i feel
its alright to steal
what i need from you
do what i have to do
say what i have to say
go where i have to go
and thats dangerous, dangerous
like the way i feel
its alright to steal
what i need from you
do what i have to do
say what i have to say
go where i have to go
and thats dangerous, dangerous to know
know
know
know
some secrets need to be kept

song performed by by Hilary Duff
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Hung Up On You

Orbison/melson
Hooked on the touch of your hand, high on how you understand
Lost when you whispered hello ,something in your eyes said dont go
I just had to stay, couldnt go away from you, you knew what to do to get me
Hung up on you,hung up on you,hung up on you,hung up on you
You knew, the first time we met that I could never forget
You held me so close to you, I could never get over you
You were so aware how to make me care and keep me
Hung up on you,hung up on you,hung up on you,hung up on you
Yeah, you got me where you wanted me, I am where I really want to be
Hung up,hung up,hung up on you
Im so hung up on you that I dont know what I would do without you
Oh it will take me forever to get enough of you and I cant help it if im
Hung up on you,hung up on you,hung up on you baby,hung up on you
Hung up on you,hung up on you...

song performed by by Roy Orbison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Want to Be True

I don't want to be clever or witty or wise
I just want to be true.

Truth?

Truth was us when, inside me, you looked into my eyes and found my love,
Truth was us when we laughed and played,
Truth was us when you cared too much for me to make love to me,
Truth was us, when knowing me, you were brave in your words and helped me be true.

Truth?

Truth was your tenderness, your joy, your heart.
Truth was my surrender, my giving, my happiness.
Truth was your love, was my love, was the love we created between us.
The truth was our honesty and ease.

Truth?

Truth is the emptiness I feel at my loss of you,
Truth is my naïve hope, all present, that you will come to me,
Truth is the pain at night while I grieve for you,
Truth is my smile and my love playing the memories.

Truth is this moment, the now, the present.

The truth is I had something more than wonderful, and I can't have it anymore.

The truth is I so wish I was with you.

Truth?

So many truths?

I will be true in the moment. x

poem by Susan Cook
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Through The Panes of Stained Glass

With reality as clear,
As seeing through gleaming clean glass...
Why is it that 'stained' windows installed,
Appear to be assorted with various colors?

And those colors shine on hypocrites stalled,
Deliberately in prayer to be freed of deceit.
The kind that feeds a greed,
For more selfish needing.

And why can't those fed selfish deeds,
Not see truth?
A truth pursued but not received,
Upon delivery from that One which creates...
'Believability'.
To have its 'reason' falsified.

'No one can see through the panes of stained glass! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only Being

Walking the path with otherness;
not achieving anything,
I, condemned, to remain solitary, decline
to join the gods of a crowd. So that
my sun, remains shadowless.

No, it is not the final verdict.
I was always incomplete, unburdening
my cipher, failing against the blood
that demanded uninterrupted flow, blending
right and wrong. My words were too much

to say No. The melting snow remembered
the names of the trees. On the breast of
earth a signature theme plucks the
grass to make way for the rose beds. This
makes no secret of betrayal.

Less prudent, I blunder, try to untie myself
from future, and become little me, playing
with the mask of present, carrying my blankness
to become hungry again, for the knowledge
which was never my fatal being.

poem by Satish Verma
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Choosing To Walk On The Right Path

Choosing to walk on the right path,
Is going to have its obstacles.
Temptations will be there to tease,
With attempts to weaken.
And faces familiar...
Will appear to critique.

Choosing to walk on the right path,
Isn't an easy decision one makes.
It takes one to break away,
From barriers attached...
That are difficult to unlatch.
Yet...
Can be done to escape those traps.

Choosing to walk on the right path,
Is going to have its obstacles.
And some days will seem impossible.
But that path chosen,
By the one who knows it is correct...
Will never bring to one regret.
If a faith kept is strong.
And an accepting felt within belongs.

Choosing to walk on the right path,
Will prove there to be nothing to fear.
Doubts disappear!
And those things wrong that prick like thorns,
From this right path...
Eventually,
Will be gone!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wintermoon

Under stars,
under sky,
I will walk,
my path and fate.

Wathing the moon,
the ghostly light,
enchanted by its beauty.

I will walk forever on,
knowing that past is past,
and future is future.
Life is only lived in the present.

I will walk,
in winter, spring, summer and autumm,
watching the moon,
enchanted by its beauty.

I walk down the path of spring,
knowing my fate awaits,
I'm walking the path of life.

I walk the path of summer,
looking at the sun,
warmed by the sun,
I'm alive and growing,
nature is part of me.

I walk the path of autumm,
seeing the prey of death,
beautiful coulours of the fiery soul,
striving to live once again.
Once future, now the base of knowledge,
THE future.

I walk down the path of winter,
looking at the wintersky,
bewitched by the wintermoon,
so clean,
so beautiful,
and yet so cold.

I will live in the present,
walking towards the future,
while this life of mine is build upon the past.
The past is me,
I'm the past, the present and the future.

poem by Alis ZxZh
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Ineffables

utter nothing

save this moment's
warming wanton
breath of orphan

no promises

then I shall hold you

to nothing

less this body
moment

brave stave
search sheerest
trembling

presence
present
tense

holy oil toil
we ink sweat
lick slick breathe
let

as you
utter all

this

nothing
being
everyt hing

I keel
head over

tongue tied
fail flail fishing

wondrous
ineffables

your
bewildering

re sh 2011

poem by Randy Resh
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Sacred Cow

Deliberate provocation
I is what you gave to me
You got me going
You got me going
How could such a simple thing
Get so out of control
You let me down again
You let me down again
I know my place inside your heart
The painted figure that glows in the dark
No you're not mysterious now
I don't worship that sacred cow
In my head
In my head
In my head
You'd never know it
You'd never know it
I went home in a jealous rage
You were rolling on the glass in a younger age
You know what's good for me
I know you're too good for me
Cos I have seen inside your heart
Religious figues that glow in the dark
No you're not too precious now
And I don't worship that sacred cow
Go and try as you may
To get a sharp shift on Judgement Day
You let me down again
You let me down again
I know my place inside your heart
The painted figure that glows in the dark
No you're not too precious now
I don't worship that sacred cow
Go and try as you may
To get a sharp shift on Judgement Day
Sacred Cow
Judgement Day
Coming Your Way

song performed by by Crowded House
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Steel & Glass

(this is a story about your friend and mine
Who is it, who is it, who is it? )
There you stand with your l.a. tan
And your new york walk and your new york talk
Youre mother left you when you were small
But youre gonna wish you wasnt born at all
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Your phone dont ring no one answers your call
How does it feel to be off the wall
Well your mouthpiece squawks as he spreads your lies
But you cant pull strings if your hands are tied
Well your teeth are clean but your mind is capped
You leave your smell like an alley cat
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Steel and glass

song performed by by Lennon John
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Are You There?

When I feel too far away
From where I want to be
Theres nothing left for me, yeah
When I feel too close to breathe
Like a baby cutting teeth
In you I find relief
cause when its more than I can take
I pushed and pulled to break
A sucker for a saint in your eyes
Criticism comes in waves
Numbering our days
But only you can save me
Is anybody even there
Who doesnt just pretend to care
This time I need to know - are you there?
Does anybody think they can
Begin to even understand
This time I need to know - are you there?
Hang on, hang on
I know, I know
Its the lie that we believe
A truth that we conceive
That lies inside of me
When I leave it all behind
Something hypnotized
The moment that its mine
Is anybody even there
Who doesnt just pretend to care
This time I need to know - are you there?
Does anybody think they can
Begin to even understand
This time I need to know - are you there?
Is anybody even there?
Who doesnt just pretend to care
This time I need to know - are you there?
Does anybody think they can
Begin to even understand
This time I need to know - are you there?

song performed by by Oleander
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Dreaming About A Heavy Rain And Then Waking Up At 3 A.m.

I can tell the details of the sequence
You dream that there was this heavy
Downpour of rain somewhere in crowded
Mong Kok, Hongkong and you ran
For shelter and then stay put and
Begin to use the power of this deep
Silence of a river running within the
Intricate linings of your veins.

You are in the middle of a strange crowd.
You keep looking where you come from
And you finally come to the conclusion
That you are not lost

You dream of a heavy downpour
And you like being wet together
With those that continue to walk.

You wake up so early you want to
Say something and yet she is too tired
Of you and she says

She still wants to get more sleep.
You get out of bed and look over the
Glass window. It is dark and the street
Is empty. You turn on the light on the
Table creating a small island where
In the middle of the light you put
Your mind like a stranger talking
About something that you like to
Understand for once and you do not really like it.
This is where you first decide to write.
This was the beginning of it all and it is still here
With you.
Back to square one. Back to the first syllable.
Back to yourself. The letters of the keyboard
Are as warm as you first once
A long time ago, pressed the vowels.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Power Of Grace

God supplies us with Great Power, by His Grace, each day and hour,
Grace to save, change and grow, as Christ Jesus you come to know,
God’s Power to sustain each one of us, when in God we put our trust,
Through the Grace which we receive, when in His Son we truly believe.

God can save all where they are, through His Grace both near and far,
For it’s The Lord’s Amazing Grace, that can touch a heart in any place,
From within a world, dark as night, His Grace guides men to His Light,
And from His Truth they are saved, no matter how dark and depraved.

God can change the darkest heart, through all The Truth He will impart,
As believers diligently seek His face, change is wrought by His Grace,
Hearts by His Grace are transformed, as to Christ they are conformed,
Changed in the present for Eternity, by Grace that flows from Calvary.

God will help you grow each day, as you walk anew life’s Narrow Way,
This as your heart the Lord shall fill, with God’s Truth to honor His Will,
By Grace, The Spirit helps us grow, as Fruit in our life begins to show,
As believers grow in one accord, with others who also know The Lord.

So come today in the present life, and be saved through Jesus Christ,
Your life will change dramatically, as He prepares you for life eternally,
And while you grow in God’s Truth, your life of Grace will be His proof,
That God can truly sustain anyone, who comes to true faith in His Son.

(Copyright ©04/2009)

poem by Bob Gotti
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A Secret Place

Between life and death
There's another path
Some of us choose to live there
Away from life there's another place for broken hearts
A secret place that helps tired souls to find the peace within their selves
Thoughts and regrets all meet there
The place where I open the gate to meet the present with past
Away from crowd near to the God not dead or alive
The secret place its the loneliness to meet ourselves
Away from lovers aches
But with the memories no way to disregard to escape free
The secret place there I open my hidden aches
Away from blamers glance
My bloody wounds there take a bit rest

poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Secrets, Truth and Lyza

Secret keeps Truth locked away,
Even though Truth wants to get out.
Secret knows better
Than to let Truth out,
Especially with the evil Lyza roaming around

Lyza wants to twist and contort Truth
Until she is no longer recognizable.
Secret is usually more dark and devious
Than protecting of her little sister,
But she will not let Truth or her self
Be a pawn in Lyza’s game this time.

So Secret keeps Truth hidden.
Because we all know,
Almost every dark secret,
Especially ones manipulated by lies,
Has a little truth behind it.

poem by Leah Michele
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To Each His Own

The honest man will walk with a crowd
Where a guilty man he will walk alone
He walks in pity and he is never proud
But then as they say, to each their own.
They know the deeds that they have committed
And their ways and actions they have been sewn
Now their clothes of manhood have been fitted
And as they say, to each their very own.

A sinners way a christian will never accept
Where as sinners their ways they will condone
No evils or sins will they ever reject
But then as they say, to each their own.
They both have walked the very same path
And followed the wind from where it had blown
They were presented with the very same math
But then as they say, to each their very own.

Some persons seek truth and the answers
Where as some never want the truth ever known
So they dance around the truth like tiny dancers
But then as they say, to each their own.
They both have eyes and they have see it all
They know that truth someday it will be grown
It cannot be buried or hidden behind any wall
But then as they say, to each their very own.

Some people believe in what they do not see
While others wont believe unless they are shown
They must touch it or hold it before they believe
But then as they say, to each their own.
Though soon words will set all man free
And then from his sins alone man he must atone
But then some will ignore that final decree
But then as they say, to each their very own.

Man build houses out of metal and wood
While other men will build out of rocks and stone
They both give the protection as they should
But then as they say, to each their own.
From mans house he will be judged by his deed
And GOD will listen to him rejoice or his moan
GOD will save the flower by destroying the weed
But then as they say, to each their very own.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Blood Stained

Atrocities
Made every day
Religiously
Their sins
They hide
Can never disguise
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
They wage their wars
Such profiteers
Will nail us all
Their crimes
Concealed
Despicably reveal
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained lies
They fire at will
Intent to kill
They have no conscience
They have no conscience
Ethnic cleansing nothing more!
Blood of nations blood of war
Turn blind eyes
From all your crimes
You bare our souls
Show no remorse
You cannot wash
The bloodstains off
They turn their backs
While others
Commit grisly acts
Were scared
For life
By politicians greedy
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained crimes
Blood stained lands
Blood stained minds
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
And while such predators
Stalk this earth
Disguised as saints
They kill our faith
Obsessed by greed
Lying through their teeth
They cannot wash
The blood stains off

song performed by by Judas Priest
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