Pantheon
After the moon
it was an unkempt night.
I wanted to kill the narrative
and recast the frozen history.
A dirt road leads to a new trajectory now,
splattered with blood.
A double tongued thought brings
the ire of screaming horror.
Strapped for knowledge, he believed
in resurrection of a black hole.
The pain, it hurts terrible.
Emblematic was the bending of candles.
poem by Satish Verma
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Chi
Pain!
Buried so far away. into my life of nothing
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
I am so high always. burying my life so slowly.
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
It opens my mind to feelings. cant face bottom without something.
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole, bury pain!
Re-entering my head, feeling like Im god
With the world around me, cant you feel this pain?
Ripping through my heart!
Screaming through my mind!
Nothing I can kill!
Screaming a...
Lie! i! am!
Cant you tear my eyes out?
Cant you take my heart?
Away to heart
Good-bye...
Sick of the same old things
So I dig a hole this big
So I dig a hole this...
Pain, pain, pain...
song performed by by Korn
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Driving My Roads
I pull the truck out
and head for the open road-
our relationship
splattered all along the highway;
our history written on the highway signs;
The Good:
Curves Ahead
Soft Shoulder
Yield
Slippery when wet
The Bad:
Under Construction
Fines Double
Do Not Cross the Double Yellow
Uneven Highway
Stop
Icy Road
Slippery When Wet
Caution
Divorce
Everywhere memories
our Road Kill.
But I can see the mountains
from here.
I can see forever from here,
there is no destination
outside my windshield.
I can drive forever-
my radio my counselor
music my conductor
my friends live in the CB
I can drive forever
I can drive forever
away
far far away
from here.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Every Road Leads Me Back To You
Every road leads me back to you.
My destiny is mapped out
for every step I take
and every road I travel
leads me back to you.
Some are guided by the morning sun,
some by the moon and stars at night,
but every road I travel
leads me back to you.
Our home maybe far away
in the snow tipped mountaintops
or under the big city lights.
It does not matter where it lies,
every road I take the end will be the same,
for every road leads me back to you,
and you are there to shelter me
from any given storm.
You lead me away from temptations
that plague my life.
You are always there
when my foes I have to fight.
Each night when I am weary
tis, you I come to at night,
for every road I travel, Lord
always leads me back to you
for my faith to be renewed.
11 August 2008
poem by David Harris
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Candles
The days of the future stand in front of us
Like a line of candles all alight----
Golden and warm and lively little candles.
The days that are past are left behind,
A mournful row of candles that are out;
The nearer ones are still smoking,
Candles cold, and melted, candles bent.,
I don’t want to see them; their shapes hurt me,
It hurts me to remember the light of them at first.
I look before me at my lighted candles,
I don’t want to turn around and see with horror
How quickly the dark line is lengthening,
How quickly the candles multiply that have been put out.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Blood Was On Sheet
Was it necessary to see,
what you wanted me to see,
when I was keeping open my wound
to hear the unheard scream?
What was that which was getting in air?
A little disjointed time, asking
peace for the land
to stop the moulding on the medallions?
The divide and hate the hate and divide
the kill the kill the kill of mercy
and this was to be believed, not to believe
in the grim fate of the fall.
Pain was you was me was him
the guilt of chewing polluted words
to accept the uncertain,
the naked lies.
Blood was on shirt blood was on sheet
blood was on paper blood was in eyes.
poem by Satish Verma
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Yes I’ve seen a lot of pain
Just couldn’t stand the sight
Didn’t dare to spell it
Fearing it will bring more
Unbearable
Pain screaming quilt
Pain screaming justice
Pain screaming revenge
Pain screaming hurt
Pain screaming PAIN
Screaming more pain
More pain
More and more
More and more
Pain whispering
How dare you to be happy
Whispering
There’s nothing you can do with me
Whispering
You can’t fit me anywhere
Whispering
All you create is more pain
Whispering
You’ll destroy whatever you touch
Whispering
I’m feeding myself on you
Whispering
Eventually I will kill you
Whispering more pain
More pain
More and more
More and more
Sorry I just had to run away
Unbearable
2010.
©M iroslava Odalovic
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Alone, With You
it's not that I'm
afraid
of losing you
there is no reason to explain
unless you're crying,
and I'm alone
still
wouldn't matter
my truth is muted,
deleted from your songs
your sightlines are not shrinking
you just don't see me
unless
it serves you
being alone does not crowd my
thinking
its
being
alone with you
candles burning
vanilla flames
cinnamon fire
slowly heating
melting
will
you see me
alone with you
hearts are burning
blood is rising
pulses pounding
alone with you
candles melting
hearts aflame
pain
searing
blood
rising
r ising
pain
not
dying
crying
al one with you.
it's not easy
knowing
nothing
more than
i need
to know
is it clean
or
is it messy
the truth
hidden
the way we like it
can't last forever
you told me
so
i believed you
wanted to
needed to
don't
need to be
alone, with you
Hewn Words
A black hole detonates itself
to stigmatize the substance.
Now a silk road leads
to sight and touch.
A scarecrow starts screaming.
Sky was falling on fire. The space
becomes deviant. Chopped hands
were drawing the tattoos
of winged feet.
I return to the ashes to find
the stolen fame. Unstable angina.
The pain comes and goes. I am not
going to receive the avalanche
of burnt out thoughts.
Want to pretend my suicide
to meet the harbor waves.
poem by Satish Verma
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This Is A Remarkable Achievement Received
To think and never have had this experience,
Alone
Can be traumatic.
To leave one feeling erratic.
Screaming!
As if one had seen a ghost.
It happens.
One day,
Someone has a thought.
To arrive independently.
The having of it leads one to become suspicious.
It hurts and frightens,
To have it sit unsolicited.
And
One day,
Someone off balance is caught
To have no one around them to see,
A struggling being done
With a single thought brought to them,
From nowhere!
And this happening is not believed.
To think and never have had this experience,
Alone
Can be traumatic.
To leave one feeling erratic.
Screaming!
As if one had seen a ghost.
One is given an opportunity to think.
And on their two feet,
Their thinking process increases.
And one manages to do this all on their own!
To think!
And never before having had this experience.
Although at first one in this position,
May feel quite threatened.
And to others
This may not seem to benefit.
However
To be able to think,
Independently
AND on one's own two feet?
This is a remarkable achievement received.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fluting
Time unleashed from ferrum
becomes pain
like a palm moon.
A tableau vivant was gliding
on the road.
It was a night of rage.
A frozen scene
undulates the history of fire
in the eyes of a flute.
Who was breaking
the clouds
wading in reeds?
poem by Satish Verma
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Pills for Pain. Blood for hurt
How much can a person endure
Before realising pills make the pain stop
They numb all feeling and leave you cold
Cold and dead inside
Pills for pain blood for hurt
It trickles slowly out
The harder you push the faster the hurt escapes
How can a person hurt themselves
When all they do is hurt
When you hurt emotionally physically is easier
Pills for pain blood for hurt
To be nobody to no one
To be unloved and unknown
I am know by the pills
They know me
They make me a someone
Pills for pain blood for hurt
To have a heart broken
Shattered and screaming for less hurt
To feel so much love and the next day non
Pills for pain blood for hurt
Love leads to pain
Caring leads to hurt
Pills for pain
Blood for hurt
Nobody to save me
poem by Maxine Isherwood
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I'm Dying inside
I'm dying inside, crying, bleeding, screaming
but no one can tell because I keep a straight face
on the inside i feel like killing myself
i feel like i have no reason for living
like something is eating my insides
There is a voice in my head telling me to just die
That no one wants me and sometimes I feel like its telling the truth
My inside hurts they're screaming at me because of the pain
I've tried evrything but nothing works
What should I do about the bleeding that I feel inside of me about the screaming about the pain
I cant take the pain the bleeding the screaming
I must do something
I must go somewhere where the pain will go away where everything bad goes away
I know what to do but I'm scared
But the pain the bleeding and the screaming is getting worse
I do what i have to do
I take they knife and put it through my chest
I wake up and the pain the bleeding and the screaming inside me are gone
I have gone to the better place where ther is no pain
Where there is nothing that can hurt me
There is no more dying inside me
The pain the bleeding and the screaming are all gone
poem by Nicki Faith
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Supermoon
The black waves are sparkling
with diamonds, as the tide rises.
The super moon is ever drawing
me into its magical power.
The trajectory it takes, brings it
closest to my world. Phenomenal!
It softly bathes me in its beams -
its virginal cheek turned to me.
I want to reach up and stroke
the sensually velvet surface.
I don't want to think on another
night when the moon shone
this intensely and brightly
and wild cats darted amongst
the cold rocks on the beach.
I don't want to remember
your passionate Judas kiss -
I didn't know that your heart
belonged to someone else.
The moon: the witness of betrayal.
poem by Suzette Crous
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Of Course It Hurts!
Of course it hurts!
What pain inflicted doesn't?
The blood stipened from veins
Is the same that is sucked from Mother Earth.
Don't you think that does not hurt.
And She is here bleeding.
While we trash and polluted the dirt...
Until it becomes worthless!
Of course it hurts.
To have creatures leech,
And kill themselves.
To have scientists experiment,
Fusing and abusing the normalcy of cells.
To invent diseases and attempt to find cures.
There is not much more,
Mother Nature will endure.
Of course it hurts.
To witness a demonicness increase.
To have what wa design...
To find a decrease i harmony and peace.
To have chaos and distruction,
Produced by a few.
To manipulate and control...
Until they are destroyed too!
Of course it hurts!
But those who believe what they will achieve,
And produce success!
Are victimizing all of life.
To conquer under duress...
A shame they can not undo!
Of course it hurts!
Some haven't felt it...yet!
Like so many who continue to suffer!
As those mindless do what they choose!
And of course,
This abusive inducement to seduce,
With confusion infused...
Hurts!
No one here is indulging,
Under their exclusive influence...
Of a localized anesthetic!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Intimidation
A chilled moon was standing
between the lovers
and night was cruising around
to extract the blood
of a hangman.
You want to go back and talk
to old house for selling the dreams
again. When the body ends,
the hunger lives in another eye. Let
me break the cycle and become
fodder of a thought.
Layer up layer aching in
half-sleep brings the frozen rain
falling from icy peaks. You bring
cherries for moon who wants more.
Give me a window to have
a glimpse of still life.
poem by Satish Verma
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Explosion
Spitting the blood, he said,
every winter for few days –
he would feel outcast and there was
pain in the idea of pain, but he wanted to live
without a painkiller.
Sometimes he will singe his hands on a flame
to protect his dignity. The history of his
unrest remaining untold. Then he will go
out in rains of knowledge and soak himself
in mixed joy.
A lump in the throat hurts, when he
tries to decipher a dream to measure
the life. A liar knows the complete death
of a truth to assert his independent existence
in myth.
A deadly poison of the choosing,
your own microclimate, aggrandizement
of royal tradition, makes you popular in masses.
They surge to touch your gown, ripping
the explosion.
poem by Satish Verma
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Dirt Bike
Here comes the dirt bike
Beware of the dirt bike
Because I hear theyre coming to our town
Theyve got plans for everyone
And now I hear theyre over their sophomore jinx, so you had better check it out
All hail the dirt bike
Philosopher dirt bike
Silence as we gathered round
We saw the word and were on our way
Now its
Brain washing dirt bike
Ground shaking dirt bike
Mind bending dirt bike
In control
Soul crushing dirt bike
Self propelled dirt bike
You see I never thought Id understand
til that bike took me by the hand
Now I ride
Ride
Ride
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Old Dirt Road
Aint no people on old dirt road,
No more weather on the old dirt road.
Its better than a mudslide, mama, when the dry spell come, yeah,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, old dirt road.
Aint no diffrence on old dirt road,
Tarred and feathered on the old dirt road.
Trying to shovel smoke with a pitchfork in the wind, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Breezing thru the deadwood on a hot summer day,
I saw a lazybonin out in the hay.
I said, ah, hey, mister human, can ya rainmaker too?
He said, I guess its okay, you know the only thing we need is water,
Cool, clear water , (water) water, (water).
Aint no people on old dirt road,
No more weather on the old dirt road.
Its better than a mudslide, mama, when the morning come, yeah,
Oh - oh - oh - oh - old dirt road.
Ah!
Mm, good night.
Keep on keeping on,
Keep on keeping on,
Keep on keeping on,
Keep on keeping on,
Keep on keeping on,
Keep on keeping on,
Keep on keeping on,
So long,
So long,
Bye, bye,
Bye,
Keep on keeping on,
Keep on keeping on,
Keep on, keep on, keep on, keep on,
Keep on, keep on, keep on.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Rocky Raccoon-ish
Now somewhere in the black mountain hills of chicago
There lived a young boy named rocky raccoon…….(The Beatles)
Road Kill was all I wanted to have my tantalizing taste buds taste,
Raccoon, all the raccoons seemed to die waste,
Along Farm Rd.275 North or I-75 or I-94 or Highway 11,
To the gamey diner raccoon is like chicken but more it’s heaven.
Alice’s brother said to me “Didn’t you eat ‘coon before? ”
I replied “They don’t prepare the ‘coon in Hamtramck.”
But in Michigan, downriver from Detroit, they serve muskrat.
Muskrats and raccoons they’re all road kill,
I thought about and stated we eat lobster, shrimp and crab.
Which are the cockroaches and spiders of sea,
So why not, have some road kill,
you may find out that is your cup of tea.
So is the Captain and Tennille going for this delicacy?
(1-21-2008)
poem by Joe Rosochacki
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That One Night
I lay dreaming at night about the way you held me that one night
That one night i felt like i meant something to someone
The night i thought you loved me
If only for a few hours
Laying thinking and smiling
Thanking myself for risking freedom just to see you
Its another day and my mind is still at that one night
We never wanted that night to end
I never wanted you to let go of me
I never wanted you to let me leave
I wanted to be in your arms forever
I stayed calm and wanted
I leave thinking about when that one night will come my way agian
I would kill for that one night
Just one more night of your love towards me
I know you dont love me
But it seemed like you did at the moment
I shut my eyes and dream of that one night
poem by Harley Kellis
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