Message Written Off
Any need to stitch an acid,
bare designed, in endoplasm,
when moon was walking like a full-breasted bride?
The synthetic feat was neat and clinical,
yet I want to turn back and talk about
something which heals the spirit of winged sorrow.
Marrow implant blooms like pink dough.
Can you walk straight,
think clean?
Organs for sale; mannequins are real flesh, bones, heart.
Roasted incense of sick birds floats –
you become a possessed iris.
Can you do something?
My limbs are aching, terrific pain.
Want to run like a stricken buck,
go for fasting like a schizophrenic,
become a letter undelivered
and message written off!
What is the truth then?
I cannot afford to accept the defeat!
poem by Satish Verma
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Les Mannequins
Eins, zwei, drei, vier.
Nous sommes immobiles [we are immobile]
Dans la vitrine [in the window]
Nous sommes les mannequins [We are the mannequins]
Nous sommes les mannequins [We are the mannequins]
On nous observe [People watch us]
Nous sentons vivre notre pouls [we feel our pulse]
Nous sommes les mannequins [We are the mannequins]
Nous sommes les mannequins [We are the mannequins]
Nous regardons alentours [we are looking around]
Et nous changeons de pause [and we change to pause]
Nous sommes les mannequins [We are the mannequins]
Nous sommes les mannequins [We are the mannequins]
Nous commencons a marcher [we begin to walk]
Et nous brisons la glace [and we break the glass]
Nous sommes les mannequins [We are the mannequins]
Nous sommes les mannequins [We are the mannequins]
Nous faisons quelques pas [we take a few steps]
A l'interieur de la ville [to the inner city]
Nous sommes les mannequins [We are the mannequins]
Nous sommes les mannequins [We are the mannequins]
Nous rentrons dans un club [we go into a club]
Et commencons a danser [and begin to dance]
Nous sommes les mannequins [We are the mannequins]
Nous sommes les mannequins [We are the mannequins]
Nous sommes les mannequins ... [We are the mannequins
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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Brittle Bones
Though I am an old man
With my bones very brittle,
Though I am a poor old man
Worth very little,
Yet I suck at my long pipe
At peace in the sun,
I do not fret nor much regret
That my work is done.
If I were a young man
With my bones full of marrow,
Oh, if I were a bold young man
Straight as an arrow,
And if I had the same years
To live once again,
I would not change their simple range
Of laughter and pain.
If I were a young man
And young was my Lily,
A smart girl, a bold young man,
Both of us silly.
And though from time before I knew
She'd stab me with pain,
Though well I knew she'd not be true,
I'd love her again.
If I were a young man
With a brisk, healthy body,
Oh, if I were a bold young man
With love of rum toddy,
Though I knew that I was spiting
My old age with pain,
My happy lip would touch and sip
Again and again.
If I were a young man
With my bones full of marrow,
Oh, if I were a bold young man
Straight as an arrow,
I'd store up no virtue
For Heaven's distant plain,
I'd live at ease as I did please
And sin once again.
poem by Robert Graves
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If You May...
I would like to entwine my hands with yours, walking into the blue,
And heed everything you say.
Would this come true?
Well, only if you may...
Walking on ice, I'll support you
Walk towards me, all will be fine
The mysterious you'll walk into,
But know I'll be one to confide in, to walk straight as a line
Read this knowing,
I'm not one to divulge.
So to this message in reading,
Conceal and indulge
Of course, to indulge is to accept,
And bluntly, to accept, to discover, so to say.
So to discover, as it may be, in your life I intercept,
But of course, only if you may...
poem by Leonardo David Tay
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Pink Pink
pink pink
Confirmed that it was armed
pink pink
Was right to be alarmed
pink pink
Ensured that nought was harmed
pnk pink
Steady hand and mind
pink pink
Micro-chip designed
pink pink
The password was declined
pink pink
Another course to take
pink pink
Caution not to shake
pink pink
Captivity a mistake
pink pink
Beads upon the brow
pink pink
Experience the how
pink pink
No chance to turn back now
pink pink
Be certain not to slip
pink pink
One last wire to snip
pink pink
Two hearts that skip a beat
penk penk
The sound that gives a lift
penk penk
Time to collect the gift
penk penk
The robbery will be swift
poem by Chris Dawson
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A Lasso
Battle remains between
white and black,
a synthetic truth
and a bald faced hornet.
Aching violence was spreading
on moon. I was tossing around
the stars placing the apostrophe
in the end.
There was a conflict in pain
and the pill. It was a prelude to the
carrier of a gun. Father was degenerating
in his son’s boots.
The social split was widening
in the gulf of posterity. You dress
as a bride to receive the punishment
from the hands of arrogance.
poem by Satish Verma
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Pink Letter
Dear Father,
To thee this letter
Is written with a child’s wonder.
Pink ink
On a fancy paper almost pink
Like a blush on a maiden’s cheek
Like rose abloom in mountain’s peak.
Pink letter in the hands of a child
Bears words innocent and mild
Glorifying the father who made all –
tame and wild.
Pink letter with heavenly scent
Pink ink that stays, not evanescent
Lasts in the heart of the child who writes
Too innocent to name wrong from right.
Dear Father,
To thee this letter
Is written with a child’s wonder.
poem by Geraldine Fernandez
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Dead Man's Rope
A million footsteps, this left foot drags behind my right
But I keep walking, from daybreak 'til the falling night
And as days turn into weeks and years
And years turn into lifetimes
I just keep walking, like I've been walking for a thousand years
Walk away in emptiness, walk away in sorrow,
Walk away from yesterday, walk away tomorrow,
If you're walking to escape, to escape from your affliction
You'd be walking in a great circle, a circle of addiction
Did you ever wonder what you'd been carrying since the world was black?
You see yourself in a looking glass with a tombstone on your back
Walk away in emptiness, walk away in sorrow,
Walk away from yesterday, walk away tomorrow,
Walk away in anger, walk away in pain
Walk away from life itself, walk into the rain
All this wandering has led me to this place
Inside the well of my memory, sweet rain of forgiveness
I'm just hanging here in space
Now I'm suspended between my darkest fears and dearest hope
Yes I've been walking, now I'm hanging from a dead man's rope
With Hell below me, and Heaven in the sky above
I've been walking, I've been walking away from Jesus' love
Walk away in emptiness, walk away in sorrow,
Walk away from yesterday, walk away tomorrow,
Walk away in anger, walk away in pain
Walk away from life itself, walk into the rain
All this wandering has led me to this place
Inside the well of my memory, sweet rain of forgiveness
I'm just hanging here in space
The shadows fall
Around my bed
When the hand of an angel,
The hand of an angel is reaching down above my head
All this wandering has led me to this place
Inside the well of my memory, sweet rain
song performed by by Sting
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Straight To The Moon
You got lucky
Walking cross a crowded room
The cameras went from wide to zoom
And caught you in the act
Well now, youve got something
Something we could really use
If we could get you on the evening news
And spruce up the facts
Wed go straight to the moon
Planting the seeds
And then watching them bloom
But isnt it strange
What gets thrown up
Comes right back down again
Snuck out the back
With nancy and the philistines
Quotes from rolling stone magazine
Dribble from her mouth
Oh now, please dont tell me
Let me have this one surprise
If I come back a million years from now
Can I keep my scalp
I go straight to the moon
Planting the seeds
And then watching them bloom
But isnt it strange
Once it goes out
It comes right back again
Ooh, we go straight through the moon
Turn on the tv and youre in the cartoons
Ooh, but isnt it strange
Once it goes out
It comes right back again
Your co-conspirators
Open up the secret door
And now the truth is out
What are we gonna do about it
Im not much on second hand information
Sycophantic recreations
Have been down with the smile
Now I rolled up my sleeves
And took off my good shoes
You cant get in and get loose
Without getting dirt in your eyes
Ooh, you go straight to the moon
Planting the seeds
And then watching them bloom
Ooh, isnt it strange
Once it goes up
It comes back down again
Ooh, its too much too soon
Turn on the tv and Im in the cartoons
Ooh, isnt it strange
What gets thrown up
Comes right back down again
Ooh
Ooh, straight to the moon
Turn on the tv and theres a cartoon
If it makes you happy
song performed by by Sheryl Crow
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Straight Talk
Gimme some straight talk, straight talk -- and hold the sugar please
Straight talk, straight talk -- sounds plenty sweet to me
Dont talk to me in circles in some mumbo-jumbo jive
Gimme just straight talk, straight talk and were gonna be alright
cause I like to know just where I stand, I dont like guessing games
And I hate a bunch of gibberish, so just spit it out real plain
Dont use big educated words from your bs degree
Straight talk, straight talk -- dont try b.s.-ing me
Straight talk, straight talk -- turn loose and let it go
You can tell me anything -- just like on oprahs show
Just tell me how you really feel, be on the up and up
With questions I can understand -- for answers you can trust
Pick up the phone, youre not alone -- weve all got something to say
So listen in and listen up -- well find a better way
With honesty and common sense, its really hard to miss
Straight talk, straight talk -- just tellin it like it is
Straight talk, straight talk -- theres nothing like the truth
Just tell me all your troubles -- pretend Im donahue
So dont be shy, cause we can talk -- you know youve got a friend
Call me, call me -- for simple straight talkin
Whats cookin, america?
Straight talk, straight talk
Straight talk, straight talk
So some on lets talk turkey, just straight and to the point
About passions, about problems, about noses out of joint
Now I want you all to know I care and I do understand
And hey, thanks for lending me and ear out there in radioland
Give me some straight talk, straight talk -- dont sugar coat it please
Straight talk, straight talk -- sounds sweet enough to me
But dont talk to me in circles, in your mumbo-jumbo jive
Straight talk, straight talk -- and were gonna be alright
Straight talk, straight talk -- makes plenty sense to me
Dont talk to me in circles, in your mumbo-jumbo jive
Gimme just straight talk, straight talk -- and were gonna be alright
Gimme just straight talk, straight talk -- and were gonna be alright
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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They're Red Hot
(Robert Johnson)
Hot tamales1 and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
I got a girl, say she long and tall
She sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
She got two for a nickel, got four for a dime
Would sell you more, but they ain't none of mine
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale, yes, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
I got a letter from a girl in the room
Now she got something good she got to bring home soon, now
Its hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got em for sale
[Spoken:] They're too hot boy!
The billy got back in a bumble bee nest
Ever since that he can't take his rest, yeah
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes you got'em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got'em for sale
Hot tamales and they're red hot, yes she got'em for sale
[Spoken:]
Man don't mess around em hot tamales now
'Cause they too black bad, if you mess around em hot tamales
I'm gonna upset your backbone, put your kidneys to sleep
I'll due to break away your liver and dare your heart to beat bout my
Hot tamales cause they red hot, yes they got
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Raas!
The evening opens a wound,
a secret agony.
It neither heals nor gives solace.
The sacred whore who liberates herself
from the flesh.
Sun is pink and ashamed.
A crescent moon thought it was time
to step outside and find out the truth.
Night was willing to participate. She
wrote a message on the sky
as a survivor of a slaughter.
And now the paths of winds trace
a faded destiny of earth. It had
nothing to offer, till the god of hopes
comes in purple light and the jasmines,
open their dancing eyes.
poem by Satish Verma
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He Talk I Am Sick
Yes i am sick because i can not standing on the street call out customer.
Yes i am sick because i can not go to Hotel with any customer after work.
Yes i am sick because i do not from far away come to beg an other men be father for the kid without marriage.
Yes i am sick because i do not going with the man i do never know before go to any where his country to make memories.
Yes i am sick because i do not sell my body.
Yes i am sick because i do not send my nude pictures to any man exchange some things.
Yes i am sick because i am not cheap women
Yes i am sick because i can not sleep with any men.
Yes i am sick because i am have only one Heart.
Yes i am sick because i can not betray without this love.
Yes i am sick because i must to hold on any things insult from the man without reason.
Yes i am sick because i am alway talking the truth.
Yes i am sick because i can not do any things or talk any things when i want to do i want to talk.
Yes i am sick because i am stupid, i am real in Love.
Yes that it is reason i am Sick.
Angel Aki
poem by Ester Worter
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Les Maniquins
Eins, zwei, drei, vier.
Nous sommes immobiles
Dans la vitrine
Nous sommes les mannequins
Nous sommes les mannequins
On nous observe
Nous sentons vivre notre pouls
Nous sommes les mannequins
Nous sommes les mannequins
Nous regardons alentours
Et nous changeons de pause
Nous sommes les mannequins
Nous sommes les mannequins
Nous commencons a marcher
Et nous brisons la glace
Nous sommes les mannequins
Nous sommes les mannequins
Nous faisons quelques pas
A l'interieur de la ville
Nous sommes les mannequins
Nous sommes les mannequins
Nous rentrons dans un club
Et commencons a danser
Nous sommes les mannequins
Nous sommes les mannequins
Nous sommes les mannequins ...
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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My Aching Bones
Deep in my soul
all the way to my aching bones.
My love for you is just that strong.
The feeling reaches all the way down
to my aching bones.
It flows through my body
like blood through my veins;
all the way down to my aching bones.
To you my heart, soul and love belongs.
I am yours completely all the way down to
my aching bones.
Sorrow Is Simple
sorrow is as simple as a pin
penetrating a flesh
blood letting from a skin covering
pain is simple
it is in the infliction that
seeps to the marrow of the bone
not the inflection
the accent of the word not the intonation
or even the context of the suffering
sorrow is simple
pain is practical
but somehow to make it more dramatic
here i am
in this poetics
pain is a shark's teeth gnashing
over a slice of my flesh
my legs kicking out of the water
poem by Sebastian Soberania
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A Grief Message!
When grief stricken
And the heart is full of pain
Of loss of dear one
All beautiful things of Nature
And sweet things of life
Become a matter of no concern
However delightful
They all might have been once
And cannot be enjoyed again so!
Message of grief
Written in nice verse
Moves heart much indeed!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Stitches
Sew me back together
Make every stitch clean
Pull the thread tighter
I'm ripping from the seams
Come quickly whoever you are
And stitch back together my heart
poem by Zara Youtz
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Stiches
Sew me back together
Make every stitch clean
Pull the thread tighter
I'm ripping from the seams
Come quickly whoever you are
And stitch back together my heart
poem by Sydney Bell
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Bonescraper
There is no future for us to suture
Your life ill-fated, beat down and hated
Shot in the head, walking undead
Numb to the world, around your head
Rip my skin from my bone, I won't bleed
Rip my heart from my chest, I won't scream
Hide in the shadows, deep black, and hollow
Empty void of light cuts clean, like a knife
Damaged and torn, punctured by thorns
I've felt nothing since I was born
Rip my skins from my bones, I won't bleed
Rip my heart from my chest, I won't scream
My flesh <-> Your flesh
Your eyes <-> My sight
My pain <-> Your shame
We are the same ...
Rip my skin from my bones, I won't bleed
Rip my heart from my chest, I won't scream
Rip my skin ...
song performed by by Fear Factory
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When the stomach is full, it is easy to talk of fasting.
Saint Jerome in letter
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