Moon Struck...
I have put the darkness
behind the burning flesh.
This world was not very open.
Stoically I lift the nameless grief
and take a leap in the blind shaft.
Morality had always been in contrast
with enormous guilt.
The adventure of turbulent life
was in quest of scraped moments.
Tender roots come out
from fallen seeds.
Of untouched desires.
Moonstruck I will gather dust.
Was it not sufficient to live on,
when past and future were not my part?
And how forsaken
was the moon.
Probability was always certain
and worship of a new messiah
a distinct possibility.
poem by Satish Verma
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Mind Song
You do not see where I am.
Nor where I have been.
Only the shadow...
of my have been.
In fullness of alternative realities
I live and wonder quest dream.
In sights mind sound
a world by blind unseen.
Where few dare flare
alas leavened of life.
Have ever been.
I live with mindsong.
The hand of yesterday’s child
passing over dimension’s evolving
change reaches out to touch me.
Lingering in spirit moods relics
dusted alive from out the past.
The hand of tomorrow
reaches back to grasp enfold
lift carry. Dust off dulled eyes
with dreams wonder yet unborn.
Clasp unfastened at intervals
gives sight images beyond
between interposing door.
I am child of both future past.
Walking at one through byways. Lanes
linking both ever in my present.
Walking onward with a Heartbeat Apart
just out of step sequential time.
Resting on a moments difference.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My God, My God, Why Hast Thou Forsaken Me
My God, My God, why hast thou forsaken me, we all have such moments, all seems hopeless. There is nothing, still we go on, we find a way. If we have done works of the soul, if we have moments before the cross where we where true to our core, those muster seeds will carry our depths, our soul, our life to a new life here or to new lands, to new hope, to more noble fulfilling desires to better more refined worlds to come.
poem by Michael Kavuoti
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Forlorn Hope
Hope is meant to lift darkness,
Point to some future goodness,
Forestall a danger that is looming,
Open a window on a new beginning.
We must keep its flame burning
In a selfish world past caring.
We see signs of warning,
Pointers to global warming,
But we are told not to worry,
And our fears we must bury,
For it’s simply a matter of less fuel-burning.
And all the while, our hope consuming.
poem by Isam Hussain
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The Black Widow Bride
He looked into her eyes, and asked her why she was so engrossed in the book, instead of him.
The young bride, upon her wedding bed replied, 'to read a book, is to step into a world beyond the ordinary.
You open a world where imagination, fantasy, and even pain become one with you.
You can feel as though you are a part of the world in which you have magically fallen into.
It has accepted, and possessed you in every way.
Your mind can take you anyplace, anywhere, at anytime.
You can become one with the Medieval period, romantic fantasy, comical adventure, and total horrific terror.
So grab a book, and live the life you've only now have been dreaming about. She looked at her now sleeping husband, turned the cover of her book over, and thought about how much he looked like the dashing man on the cover of her romantic adventure book.
She kissed him upon his forehead, and plunged the knife deep into his flesh.
poem by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
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Blind Sight
I look but don’t see the real world in front of me.
Moments waste away with the details of my day.
Do I have enough? How can I get more stuff?
Can I have another win or fit in one more sin?
When I look I can’t see
What’s important to me.
I worship things and seek pleasure.
I can’t see what I should treasure.
Then a blind man told me, he lost his sight so he could see.
He sees why he conquered grief since his life is all too brief.
He sees that everlasting love is true language from above.
He sees that darkness is for sleeping, not sorrow and weeping.
His spirit senses kindness and thanks to his blindness,
He knows that with vision of heart and mind,
It’s only his eyes that will be blind.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Recognition: Now Your Silence Is Always Part Of Me
Now your silence is always part of me,
where you lie naked on the examination table
before they slice you open after your death
and much too quickly life frolics past
and now I want it so much differently.
Now your silence is always part of me,
with past moments that I cannot avoid,
when a holy man says some words from scripture,
before they slice you open after your death
and totally separated are you and I
where my hand rests on your breast,
now your silence is always part of me,
you that once full of life, carelessly free
could bind your love as a oath to me,
before they slice you open after your death
and I wonder what remains in these moments
where I have to lie down that, which had been between us,
now your silence is always part of me,
before they slice you open after your death.
poem by Gert Strydom
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My Quest
(2/25/12)
I have put myself on a quest
To turn my life around and do my best
So many things that go on in life
And having to make a sacrifice.
There is nothing in life that comes easy you know
And you have to struggle and put on a show
The show of life is on a stage
And there is so much to gain.
We are all actors in this game of life
And reaching our goal is mighty nice.
But most of us are just backups
In all that we do, and we never seem to follow thru.
So I am on this quest to follow all that my heart may say
For I know that it will lead me the right way.
It will open up doors that I've yet to open
So that I may see all the beauties inside
And there will be nothing that life can hide.
Life without love is unimaginable and it can never be
If you try to hide your love from me.
Love is the stage where we all gather
To find out what truly matters.
Join me in this quest, this search for love
For it was sent from up above
We need each other like the plants need water
Like the sun needs the moon
Let us not end it so soon.
I love you and I know that you love me
And this is the way it was meant to be.
My quest is now over for my search is through
I guess I knew that when I saw you.
poem by Louis Rams
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Past, Present, And Future
As I think about the future,
I dream about the past.
I live in the present,
So I can make these moments last!
So I can’t wait to see,
What the future holds for me!
I feel no remorse for things done in the past,
Because the past holds the key,
To open new doors for present and future necessities!
poem by Orlando Feliciano
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Hope within a Flicker Hope of Light
Darkness overrides the midnight moon
a wind of gusty
night blowing;
the despair over
the mid-life of
a rolling emotion.
Future cycles behind
those mountains past -
when a freshness of
hope crawls in.
A query of the mind:
where is that hope of
longing that flows
along with the watery starlit
eyes? when
only darkness
covers the pit of despair in
fields and fields
of red poppy seeds.
A holding of the past
posts leaves of words
to despair -
the hope of singling
is far too great...
bring and guide the trail
of hope towards
darkness that exceedingly
keeps leaves of words
locked in a past...
all the meanwhile
hope is such a bright
and elegant word world...
...when future rolls
in behind those mountains -
gathering of courage will allow
tear stained leaves of words
to be guided
to a light of true inner hope.
poem by Celine Berghmans
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Forsaken
Now The Day Has Come
We Are Forsaken This Time
We Lived Our lives
In Our Paradise
As Gods We Shaped The World Around
No Borderlines
We Stayed Behind
No Boundaries Is Something Fragile
Well We Thought We Were Gaining
We Turned Back The Time
It Still Slips Away
Our Time Has Run Out
Our Future Has Died
There's No More Escape
Chorus
Now The Day Has Come
We Are Forsaken
There's No Time Any More
Life Will Pass Us By
We Are Forsaken
We're The Last Of Our Kind
The Sacrifice
Was Much To Hide
Our Grief Just Made Us All Go On
We Try To Hide What We Fear Inside
Today Is The End Of Tomorrow
As The Sea Started Rise
And The Land That We Conquered
It Just Washed Away
We All Have Tried
To Turn Back The Time
It Was All In Vain
Chorus
Now The Day Has Come
We Are Forsaken
There's no Time Anymore
Life Will Pass You By
We Are Forsaken
Only Rules Stay Below
"Een Hoop Gebrabbel"
Now The Day Has Come
We Are Forsaken This Time
Now The Day Has Come
We Are Forsaken
There's No Time Any More
Now The Day Has Come,
The Day Has Come
song performed by by Within Temptation
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Fallen From Graceland
R.sambora
Theres a line that you cross
When you find out that youre lost
When your world is closing in
And it crawls under your skin
And the hearts always blind
When its in this state of mind
Theres a burning light in this town
For every heart thats broken down tonight
Here tonight
Youre stranded out there in the rain
And you just cant see past the pain tonight
Youve fallen from graceland
Fallen from graceland
When youre too proud to crawl
It keeps you back against the wall
You wanna die, but you live
With nothing left to give
And theres no place to hide
When youre tangled up inside
Theres a burning light in this town
For every heart thats broken down tonight
Here tonight
Youre stranded out there in the rain
But you just cant see past the pain tonight
Youve fallen from graceland
And theres no place to hide
When youre tangled up inside
Theres a burning light in this town
For every heart thats broken down tonight
Here tonight
Youve stranded out there in the rain
But you just cant see past the pain tonight
Youve fallen from graceland
Fallen youve fallen from graceland tonight
Fallen, fallen, fallen, fallen from graceland
And tonight
Theres a light
A bright light burning
For every broken heart in this world tonight
Deep inside
Yes, theres one light burning
That will lead you throught the storm tonight
Its gonna be alright
Be alright, yeah
Gonna be alright, yeah
Its gonna be alright
(oh, its gonna be alright, tonight)
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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My Bonfire
After this I gather a wooden stick collection,
Burning the sticks of wooden nature.
A fire has rudely devoured the flesh of my world,
The later periods have contrived a short pause.
Please do not desist this activity, when you gather wood,
For my father has been the future, living like warmth
And this fire is within the layers to bind it,
The soul is mighty with grief, the soul has cancer
Of the brain, as for this world.
The fire has risen into the sky, like it is a bonfire
For all to see and imagine, for my father loved the sky
At night when the wooden sticks were burnt
To remind him of the variety of afterlife.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I live with the moon
I live with the moon and die with the sun. I am the creatures
that creep the night. I step out into the sun and die. The moon
rises and i am alive. This is the way of my life.
I live with the moon and die with the sun. I am the one thing
that you should fear. I fall and crash to the ground. This is the
way of my life.
I live with the moon and die with sun. What is this feeling inside?
It is for you, that I know. Why oh why is this the way of my life?
I live with the moon and die with the sun. I sigh as I die. I breathe
as I am alive again. This is the way of my life.
I live with the moon and die with the sun. You are my moon and I am
yours. We rise together and die together. This is the way of our life.
I live with the moon and die with the sun. You shall die with a burning
vengeance thats cold as ice. This is the way of my life.
I live with the moon and die with the sun. I am immortal but, how can I die? Forever and ever this will be the way of my life.
poem by Crystal Michalski
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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.
Only The Good Die Young
The demon in your mind will rape you in your bed at night
The wisdom of ages the lies and outrages concealed
Time it waits for no man
My future is revealed
Time it waits for no man
My fate is sealed
If I cancel tomorrow the undead will thank me today
Fly in the space of your prophets I mock your morality plays
The moon is red and bleeding
The sun is burned and black
The book of life is silent
No turning back
Only the good die young
All the evil seems to live forever
Only the good die young
All the evil seems to live forever
Only the good die young
Only the good die young
Mistery madman a victim of cruel charade
Some innocent pawn in an end game one more stalemate
Is death another birthday?
A way to kiss your dreams goodbey?
Do the undead live within us?
And look through our eyes?
Walking on water are mirarcles all you can trust
Measure your coffin does it measure up to your lust
So I think Ill leave you
With your bishops and your guilt
So until the next time
Have a good sin
Only the good die young
All the evil seems to live forever
Only the good die young
All the evil seems to live forever
Only the good die young
Only the good die young
Seven deadly sins
Seven ways to win
Seven holy paths to hell
Seven downward slopes
Seven bloodied hopes
Seven are your burning fires
Seven you desires...
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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No Future, Too Much Past
When you have no future
You have to live in the past
A member of this human race
Who'll pass the finish line last.
The future, things to come
Nothing much except pain
The past, Times gone by
Nothing at all, just plenty of rain.
So disaster looms on every corner
Just waiting to leap out at you
You could take a different path
But it finds you whatever you do.
So the future and the past Are just one and the same
The first and second halves of a stupid bloody game
Impossible to win, Destined to lose
I should just give in and sink into the ooze.
And the future draws to a close
While the past increases in size
No future, too much past
And more loneliness, sadness and lies.
poem by Mark Hopwood
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Today
Today
I rise upon the call of the sun
Like fire burning my skin
My soul of guilt
Whom I have done wrong
To forgive me
Today
I rise upon the call of the sun
Like fire giving me life to live
Another life
Another moment
To face what is present
And what is next
Today
As I look upon the road of reality
To differ the past and future
Like autumn leaves on the ground
Seeds to be reborn
Another tree to spring
Yet, life like sunshine and sunset
Moons and stars
Sharing their lights in the galaxy
Of darkened universe
We all have time to rest
If tomorrow I still rise
To greet the sun upon the call of the wind
Air to breathe
And see what God created me –
Today
“Today, I thank you Lord for giving me
another day to live.”
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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ana's song
Please die Ana
For as long as you're here we're not
You make the sound of laughter
and sharpened nails seem softer
And I need you now somehow
And I need you now somehow
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you
I'magine pageant
In my head the flesh seems thicker
Sandpaper tears corrode the film
And I need you now somehow
And I need you now somehow
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you
And you're my obsession
I love you to the bones
And Ana wrecks your life
Like an Anorexia life
Open fire on the needs designed
On my knees for you
Open fire on my knees desires
What I need from you
Open fire on the needs designed
Open fire on my knees desires
On my knees for you
song performed by by Silverchair from neon ballroom
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Unspoken Secrets
It comes rolling out
from the trees, a sliced moon
inside out, undressing. Pain
quietly walks away.
I wash out my battered dreams.
A spiritual rain drenches
the mind. A shaft of blue light
provokes to inherit the sky.
I hear the music, what is not there.
Anonymous creation,
unnamed, unsung, I am waiting
for a human touch.
I know we have killed all
the manners. Men are becoming roads,
disappearing in landslides.
In names we dedicate
our customs of beautiful past.
Note book narrates but
nobody writes on the wall.
Someone scatters the virgin
seeds like unspoken secrets.
A scream becomes a custom,
mining the unknown.
We will gather the wings
of fallen birds and portray
a non-being on the mirror.
poem by Satish Verma
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A World Without People
… a world of birds and ponds,
this world
of camphor-scented glades, a new one
in morning flames beyond each one
my soul comes and inquires within,
one with showers of light spotting the sea’s nameless floors,
nameless glades, full of chatter,
colored roots, great cats loping in retreat,
big-eyed dogs licking and shameless,
and never the solitaire hand of money-making,
the forcing plow before the money-shire,
the clink of scheming, the cuss of sweat,
but a world that washes, cools, christens with scent,
a world of life farmed with the seeds of death,
a world that refreshes the music I had thought was psalms …
poem by Edward Wright Haile
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