Off-limits
There was a soul-searching
after a negative assassination
tearing my past, my future.
Beneath the burden
lies the mountain of bail-outs.
You don’t feel whole
in shadows of countings.
The borders were breached
for lavish darkness
alive under the full moon.
Was it a flight risk in a swan
lake, when you were
taking a dive to pluck the
erupting fire of indictment.
poem by Satish Verma
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I See Lakes On The Pics
and i turn myself instead to those images
on the net, i surf: serenity, gratitude, bliss,
divinity and eternity, and what appears on screen
are pictures of lakes, and there is this
Lake Moraine of Alberta
a lake so placid, a swan taking its way to the other side
green trees and an old castle on the other
so serene,
and there is the figure of a man raising his hands
to the sky, on top of a mountain, overlooking a lake,
so grateful, perhaps that amidst all these beauty
he is there still alive to see, to savor, to praise, to thank, to be silent
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Falling Falling
A translator hits the stop
a parable tells the million lies.
The spill was overflowing the walking fire,
dissenters were rising from seabed.
Looking inward I open a pathway
leading to home faraway.
Who will keep it contained, the smouldering
anger? The colossus was bleeding inside.
Cut moon, as the death walks between stars
into forgetful sky. Overnight it was red.
The necklace crosses a lake becoming
a swan’s neck in tearing chains.
poem by Satish Verma
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Dangerous
Can you feel it? watching you in the darkness
Can you feel it? watching you in the darkness
Touching you like a sickness
Touching you like a sickness
Fear is taking control,
Fear is taking control,
The beach head is the street.
The beach head is the street.
In the gutter lies defeat.
In the gutter lies defeat.
Fear is the key to your soul
Fear is the key to your soul
That makes you dangerous
That makes you dangerous
So dangerous to yourself
So dangerous to yourself
Can you feel it in the shadows?
Can you feel it in the shadows?
Watching you, touching you,
Watching you, touching you,
Can you feel it in the shadows?
Can you feel it in the shadows?
Watching you, touching you
Watching you, touching you
Changing you into a mad dog.
Changing you into a mad dog.
Howling at the moon.
Howling at the moon.
And youre so far out of tune
And youre so far out of tune
Better learn how to sing.
Better learn how to sing.
Fences, we put up our defences.
Fences, we put up our defences.
Then we come to our senses.
Then we come to our senses.
It may keep them out
It may keep them out
But it keeps us in
But it keeps us in
And that makes us dangerous
And that makes us dangerous
Were all dangerous to ourselves
Were all dangerous to ourselves
This is a jungle, not illusion,
This is a jungle, not illusion,
Jungle city, in confusion,
Jungle city, in confusion,
We are the next step in evolution,
We are the next step in evolution,
The new stone age, revolution.
The new stone age, revolution.
Back to the stone age, constitution
Back to the stone age, constitution
No solution
No solution
Can you feel it in the shadows?
Can you feel it in the shadows?
Watching you, touching you,
Watching you, touching you,
Can you feel it in the shadows?
Can you feel it in the shadows?
Follow you, swallow you.
Follow you, swallow you.
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Fear is the key.
Fear is the key.
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Fear is the key.
Fear is the key.
Can you feel it? can you feel it?
Can you feel it? can you feel it?
Fear is the key to your soul.
Fear is the key to your soul.
song performed by by Who
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855-7019
Ive discovered for myself this time
The start of everything to me
Is to know our love is older than the sea
But dont let another flame inside
Your fire-proof heart
cause Im not your full-time lover
And its tearing me apart
Ive been hangin on this line too long
855-7019
Dont you ever answer
855-7019
Dont you hear the word
Search for a sign , baby
She was the past and the future
I just got burned
855-7019
Is a private number
I know in your mind that you think
Its a crime, but I had to call
First and last , there will
Never be a past or a future
If you kill my phone
Baby lifts her eyes
And Im a slave to all the lies
And Im forever lost
I believe in you and me
Together and it keeps this love alive
855-7019
Dont you ever answer
855-7019
Dont you hear the word
Search for the sign , baby
She was the past and the future
I just got burned
I have suffered for my sins today
With the pain of love
Before the dawning comes
The darker is the night
Im born to be the one to share your life
That shows I dont need no operator
I dont want no one to know
How much I need you
855-7019
Dont you ever answer
I know in your mind that you think
Its a crime , but I had to call
First and the last , there will
Never be a past or a future
If you kill my phone
Baby lifts her eyes and Im a slave to all the lies
And Im forever lost
I believe in you and me together
And it keeps this love alive
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter XLII: What Lies Beneath
beauty lies beneath
sense lies beneath
secret lies beneath
character lies beneath
rule lies beneath
mind lies beneath
past lies beneath
foundation lies beneath
root lies beneath
dark hole lies beneath
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Dive
Please dont be afraid
Believe what you see
Whisper it a hundred times
A lesson soon to be forgotten
If you feel that life has passed you by
(dive) come with me well flow into tomorrow
(dive) we can close our eyes and disappear
(dive) just below the threshold of detection
Is something you cant touch, taste, see or...
Here it is - the great escape
Slip with me into the shadows
What would life be without me ?
Master of your fate between two worlds
Dont you see that time is slipping by ?
(dive) come with me well flow into tomorrow
(dive) we can close our eyes and disappear
(dive) just below the threshold of detection
Is something you cant touch, taste, see or hear
Come to me be my inspiration
Weve got to rise above
Youve got to dive for love
Youve got to dive for love
Come to me and we can touch the sky
(dive) come with me well flow into tomorrow
(dive) we can close our eyes and disappear
(dive) just below the threshold of detection
Is something you cant touch, taste, see or hear
(dive) you know that love all pull you under
(dive) they say the time for miracles is past
(dive) hold my hand and dive into the future
The time for us to rise is here at last
Rise
Dive
song performed by by Heaven 17
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Torpedo Girl
Man battlestations torpedo, man battlestations torpedo
I thought Id go out and take a swim today
It was real hot and I just had to get away
They spotted an unknown sub down in the bay
But I dont care, think Ill go swimmin anyway - yeah
Lets take a dive, torpedo girl, and feel alive, torpedo girl
Lets take a dive, torpedo girl, and feel alive
But I knew when I was in the suds and swimmin around
But then all of a sudden I heard this rumblin sound
I saw this thing that looked a lot like a submarine
With a pretty girl on the bridge, could this be a dream?
I dont know, could be
Lets take a dive, torpedo girl, and feel alive, torpedo girl
Lets take a dive, torpedo girl, and feel alive
Come on, get your feet wet
Torpedo girl, lets take a dive, torpedo girl, and feel alive
(repeats out)
song performed by by Kiss
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The Black Swan
When the swans turned my sister into a swan
I would go to the lake, at night, from milking:
The sun would look out through the reeds like a swan,
A swan's red beak; and the beak would open
And inside there was darkness, the stars and the moon.
Out on the lake, a girl would laugh.
"Sister, here is your porridge, sister,"
I would call; and the reeds would whisper,
"Go to sleep, go to sleep, little swan."
My legs were all hard and webbed, and the silky
Hairs of my wings sank away like stars
In the ripples that ran in and out of the reeds:
I heard through the lap and hiss of water
Someone's "Sister . . . sister," far away on the shore,
And then as I opened my beak to answer
I heard my harsh laugh go out to the shore
And saw - saw at last, swimming up from the green
Low mounds of the lake, the white stone swans:
The white, named swans . . . "It is all a dream,"
I whispered, and reached from the down of the pallet
To the lap and hiss of the floor.
And "Sleep, little sister," the swan all sang
From the moon and stars and frogs of the floor.
But the swan my sister called, "Sleep at last, little sister,"
And stroked all night, with a black wing, my wings.
poem by Randall Jarrell
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Darkness
All alone in the dark,
Looking down at my stress mark,
Alone in the darkness,
Even my shadows have died,
Overwhealmed by sadness,
All alone with no one standing by my side,
Darkness swallows up my soul,
creating such a huge hole,
Tearing my heart,
Into millions of parts,
Darkness covers me,
I wish i could just turn a key,
within a lock around a chain,
To try and lock away all of this pain,
tears fall from my eyes,
Surrounded by all of these lies,
poem by Charlie Bones
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Missing Person
Missing person
Still searching for that boy who had the faith to move a mountain. want the fire back.
Another question in me
One for the powers that be
Its got me thrown and so
I put on my poker face
And try to figure it out
This undeniable doubt
A common occurrence
Feeling so out of place
Guarded and cynical now
Cant help but wondering how
My heart evolved into a
Rock beating inside of me
So I reel, such a stoic ordeal
Wheres that feeling that I dont feel?
Chorus:
There was a boy who had the faith to move a mountain
And like a child he would believe without a reason
Without a trace he disappeared into the void and
Ive been searching for that missing person
Under a lavender moon
So many thoughts consume me
Who dimmed that glowing light
That once burned so bright in me
Is this a radical phase
A problematical age
That keeps me running
From all that I used to be
Is there a way to return
Is there a way to unlearn
That carnal knowledge
Thats chipping away at my soul
Ive been gone too long
Will I ever find my way home?
Chorus:
There was a boy who had the faith to move a mountain
And like a child he would believe without a reason
Without a trace he disappeared into the void and
Ive been searching for that missing person
He used to want to try to walk the straight and narrow
He had a fire and he could feel it in the marrow
Its been a long time and I havent seen him lately but
Ive been searching for that missing person
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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The Reflection of God
Thoughts are like ripples,
gently flowing over
the surface of the mind.
Deep inside us
we bear the image of God,
the ripples of thought break that image
into fragments.
It is as if you are looking in
a lake full of ripples-
It is a full moon night,
and the lake is reflecting
the beautiful moon.
But the lake is full of ripples
You cannot gather the moon together;
the moon goes on splitting
into a thousand fragments.
The whole lake seems to be
spread over by the moon-
the silvery beauty, softly broken apart;
many a fragments is seen floating-
all around.
Then the wind stops,
the ripples disappear:
those fragments start falling into one moon.
The silver that was spread
all over the lake,
now becomes more concentrated
into one place - into one moon.
When the lake
is completely without ripples,
the moon is reflected perfectly.
God is reflected perfectly
when there is no ripple in you.
poem by Nazmul Haque
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The Last Unicorn
When the last eagle flies,over the last crumbling mountain
And the last lion roars, at the last dusty fountain
In the shadow of the forest, though she may be old and worn
They will stare unbelieving
At the last unicorn
When the first breath of winter, throught the flowers is icing
And you look to the north, and a pale moon is rising
And it seems like all is dying, and would leave the world to mourn
In the distance hear her laughter
Its the last unicorn
Im alive....... Im alive
When the last moon is cast, over the last star of morning
And the future is past, without even a last desparate warning
Then look into the sky where through, the cloudes a path is formed
Look and see her how she shimmers, its the last unicorn
Im alive... Im alive!!!!
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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The Evening
With the ghostly shapes of dead heroes
Moon, you fill
The growing silence of the forest,
Sickle-moon—
With the gentle embraces
Of lovers,
And with ghosts of famous ages
All around the crumbling rocks;
The moon shines with such blue light
Upon the city,
Where a decaying generation
Lives, cold and evil—
A dark future prepared
For the pale grandchild.
You shadows swallowed by the moon
Sighing upward in the empty goblet
Of the mountain lake.
poem by Georg Trakl, translated by Robert Bly
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To Be And So On
To Be or…
The swan on the lake doesn’t know it is a swan,
they say. How do they know? A swan may look
at us and say to another swan “Darling humans
don’t who they are.” Quite right my lovely, they
are daft that way” (swans have lot in common
with actors, the lake is their stage and we are
their adoring audience) I know that because Tom,
the only actor I have met in the flesh, called me
darling, well, not only me but everyone he spoke
to. Tom died no one calls me darling anymore.
We only think we know ourselves, if we really did
it would be too scary to know that inside us lurks
a monster.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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My Four-Legged Soul
my four-legged soul,
running wild through the night,
gnashing, gnawing, tearing,
and howling...
baying at the moon.
my four legged soul
can taste the feel,
can feel the raw....
inside the blood,
inside the flesh.
soul devours darkness,
darkness devours light.....
running wild, and free,
drenched in the moment!
my four-legged soul....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Phenominal Eclipse
Stars laid their path across my love
a design so intricate it is not to be understood
I feel him when the sun is high, shining from above
then I feel the other when the moon glows
Darkness falls and bathes me in cloak
shielding my soul as my heart loves them both
Tearing away my desire
does not come I am torn
Chest afire with separated love can only be a horror
The Sun held my love first then the moon returned and love was reborn
Sun rays have held me in times of pain
moonbeams hold me as the suns light fades
Rainbows in the sky even in the rain
Keeps my love alive as the sun shines and I stand in the shade
I would make a wish for the sun to cross the moon
a phenominal eclipse
to murder the unprecedented desire in loves tomb
My love wont die
It will travel to the center of my soul and abide
poem by Ntozake Stringfield
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A Swan Song(dying sentence)
Remember me, remember my swan song,
I can't re-orient myself,
I can't live it all over again,
I can't re-orient myself,
I can't live that stain of my plastered smile again,
Let this be the last moment,
Let me say the last good-bye,
It won't count anything now,
So let me lay in silence,
Life has treated me well and I have had enough of it,
Lets end this game,
Enough of milling in and out,
Hear my swan song,
And let this end now,
I need to be away,
away from these thorns,
far far away,
Where you'll only see my memories,
my shadows,
my untold stories buried after me,
and my last swan song,
Hear my swan song,
I feel like a fish out of water,
from pillar to post,
fallen back upon,
Let me be buried under sand,
let me give my final test,
I'll never return, its time to sing,
sing my last swan song,
Hear my swan song,
maybe this moment or the other,
my soul would rest in peace,
before disappearing,
let me sing,
sing my swan song,
I only remember now the memory lived in me,
a perfectly encapsulated morsel,
of a good past,
from piebald brush strokes swaying,
to barren now, that I'd become,
As I'll say my last goodbye,
hear my swan song,
because now you'll never hear my voice again,
for ever and ever and ever...
Written on 5/6/11
poem by Ayesha Riaz
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Deviance
I embrace the darkness within
Forever serve beneath its hand
Horrid thoughts that surface to me
Ceremony bloods command
I will live through this forever
I have done the things you grieve
As you kneel before its evil
Death is here deep inside your
Skinned alive now naked
Terrorized no humanity
Seek salvation from an mia god
Empty vessels chanting for your death
Walk the streets beneath the shadows
Searching for a cryptic bride
Eat alive the conscience I hate
Without pain I watch you die
I will live through this forever
I have done the things you grieve
As you kneel before its evil
My face is the last you'll see
Soaked in blood the mask you wear
Haunting cries the dead scream for me
Staring eyes invoke no guilt
I can taste your mind your lifeless
Face the dead and dying
Feel your life drain
Through your soul
Seek salvation from an mia god
Empty vessels chanting for the dead
Death is yours
Your veins have dried
Staring eyes of glass now empty
Still you speak with lips so cold
In my head I hear you cry
God is dead can't save me
Taking lives with impunity
Resurrection of a deviant Christ
Feeding hate to capacity - deviance
song performed by by Slayer from God Hates Us All
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Three Coins
In the fountains of our youth
are scattered three coins of our life.
The past, the present and the future
all of them lay there.
As we dip into the waters,
we try to pluck out each coin.
We may grab the past,
maybe even the present,
but the future lies beyond our reach
elusive, as it will always be.
We have lived the past,
the present we are living.
However, the future
is never ours to see
and so we leave the three coins
in the fountains of our youth
where they will always be.
19 August 2009
poem by David Harris
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A river bears a burden
A river bears a burden
It carries far downstream,
And no man's eyes will see it
Or fathom what it means.
A river bears a burden
Beneath it's swirling toil.
It's rippling edges teasing
The sodden, silent soil.
A river bears a burden
Beneath our nightly dreams,
Our temporal excursions
Along it's watered seams.
A river bears a burden
Of many dreaming feet,
Searching all it's alleys
To a dreamer's slow heartbeat.
A river bears a burden;
It will not wake our sleep,
But carries us forever
Our roaming souls, to meet.
poem by Patti Masterman
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