Plasma Oozing
We listened deeply to the sounds
of seed power of duality.
I was very restive
there was no time to review
the veracity of benevolence.
It was a flight of songs,
a passage through silence.
The event and nonevent,
became burning topics enslaving the angles of lips
and splitting the smiles.
If you wanted to feel the truth,
you must undergo splendid mutation,
to read the grains,
the sun, the rains.
Here comes the moon
sailing on dry bones
of our trivialities;
of our banalities,
shutting off our thoughts.
Multiples of our arts,
our performances,
had the plasma oozing
from our buried themes.
poem by Satish Verma
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Beyond
In emptied mind,
nudging the inner absolute,
you wanted to know the Other.
You were being observed.
but observer was missing.
From trivialities to stark realities
fusion of substances –
started a movement in pain.
The questioner
missed the questions.
You started losing yourself
overwhelmed by silence.
Talking the truth was simple;
difficult was
feeling the truth.
You wanted to know
the answer, through me.
I wanted to go,
```I was thinking –
beyond the answer.
poem by Satish Verma
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All I Ever Wanted
What are you going to say and what are you going to do ?
What are you going to say and what are you going to do ?
Too good
You could
Be so misunderstood
Snow pure
Demure
Don't feel so insecure
Heaven would be lonely without you
You satisfy the need in me
No-one makes me feel the way you do
What are you going to say and what are you going to do ?
What are you going to say and what are you going to do ?
Maligned
You'll find
A strength to ease your mind
Trust fate
Relate
This trial you'll tolerate
Summer would be bitter without you
You satisfy the need in me
Sunshine couldn't warm me like you do
Devotion's what you read in read
All I ever wanted
Was to be with you just to be with you
All I ever wanted
Just to be with you to be free with you
Review
Brand new
You know you'll see it through
From now
I wow
They'll take what you allow
Paradise so dreary without you
I couldn't last a day without you
Nothing else could take the place of you
You know I wouldn't stay without you
All I ever wanted
Was to be with you just to be with you
All I ever wanted
Just to be with you to be free with you
Yeah be with you
All I ever wanted
Come on be with you
To be free with you
Totally with you
Hey be with you
All I ever wanted
I believe in you
I believe in you
Hey hey yeah
What are you going to say and what are you going to do ?
What are you going to say and what are you going to do ?
What are you going to say and what are you going to do ?
What are you going to say and what are you going to do ?
All I ever wanted
Just to be with you
Just to be with you
All I ever wanted
Want to be with you
Got to be with you
All I ever wanted
Was to be with you
Just to be with you
All I ever wanted
Just to be with you
To be free with you
Yeah be with you
All I ever wanted
Come on be with you
Be with you
All that I want to do
Hey be with you
All I ever wanted
Come on be with you
Everything that I do
Yes I do it for you
Yeah be with you
All I ever wanted
Come on be with you
song performed by by Human League
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Bald And Painful
in emptiness staying aloof
to set the wings free,
a shadow self without flesh and bones
to rip out the enormity of silence
of words, cold in the face of duality
metaphysical but of somber echo of tension
between reconciliation and deep anger
causing a long flight of fantasy
of grains sprouting after self-denial at
the turf of remembering deep, it would be
a comeback for the pelting rain on the swan -
song of a sizzling desert,
the omnivorus sanity of claws in the golden
fabric of blood caked body of a star
* On the death of Jade Goody
poem by Satish Verma
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I Just Wanted to Kiss You.
I just wanted to kiss you
To show you my love
That burns like sulphur
Within my heart
I just wanted to kiss you
To show you
That I am yours forever
And you are mine
I just wanted to kiss you
To placate our long friendship
To cement our union
There and then
I just wanted to kiss you
And touch your lovely chicks
I wanted to caress you
And feel your body
I just wanted to kiss you
And feel your tongue in my mouth
And mine in yours
The warmth
I just wanted to kiss you
To feel the tenderness
Of your soft lips
Against mine
I just wanted to kiss you
Because it felt right
It felt like the time to do so
It just felt right
I just wanted to kiss you
And put my loving arms around you
And feel your heartbeat
In a warm embrace
I just wanted to kiss you
To kiss you and kiss you
Because my lips were burning with desire
I just wanted to kiss you
poem by Jack Shaka
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Hour Glass
As grains start to fall, everything is new.
Nothing is known about what to do.
As the pile of grains continues to grow,
It seems easier to know which way to go.
When grains approach a quarter of the way,
Things appear less black and white versus an earlier day.
But the world is exciting and there’s plenty of time.
Any thoughts of the hour glass give way to the sublime.
Pleasure, money, power and love battle for share,
While the grains at the top become increasingly rare.
At half way flowing grains take on a resounding force,
Though few pay attention as they race on their course.
Mental and physical factors band together as reminders,
But many still prefer to continue using their blinders.
As the grains accumulate to their three quarters state,
The niave and unprepared are in for a sad, brutal fate.
They still act as if they have power over the grains and the glass.
Nothing could be more wrong as the last few grains pass.
For matter not the importance or the manner of any man
When his last grain falls, the hour glass won’t turn over again.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Now I preach not to do, what I did
I wanted money
I got it
I wasted it
I lost it
I wanted education,
I got it
I wanted more of it
But did not work hard for it
I could not get it
I wanted love from everybody
I got it
I lived with hate
Nobody loved me
I wanted a good healthy body
I got it
I did not care for my health
I became sick
Everybody listened to me
I did not listen to any body
Nobody bothered
What I said
I kept complaining
Nobody listened
I am a lonely, sick, broken man
Wiser after the event
I know what to do
Now I preach not to do
What I did
To do, what I did not do
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Forgotten Hills
Again I was giving chase
to a mirage.
Wiping off the transient thoughts
oozing from every orifice,
I will sell my dreams today.
Limb by limb,
the naked and brute will buy
the bonanza.
For a lost scent
I wandered from moon to moon
flitting past the sky of doves,
and the lonely winds
of crowded griefs.
The trampled earth
will not soak the joy of burning sun.
The tree and the flowers,
and the seeds falling in a heap
went unnoticed.
Now I will go in the forgotten hills
through mist and rains.
Give me some more pain,
it makes me move faster.
poem by Satish Verma
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I Can't Say
I can’t say that my breath
isn’t the lengthening shadow
of a tree burning its leaves
like a candlabra in the sunset,
or the moon hasn’t broken its tooth
trying to open the lotus of marrow
I motherlode in the lockets of my bones
like silver and bread
for the long, lean journey ahead.
Sometimes when I look at the stars and wonder
I feel like a cigarette-butt
in a glass of mystic wine,
my little humanity, a grain of dust
on a sidereal windowsill, if that,
and I remember the ignorant sincerity
of the orchards that sweetened their apples
like a windfall of hearts
under my eyelids as I dreamed
night after night
of unknown thresholds
I might cross like a smile or a shadow
down this blood-road of blossoms and storms
that I have carried everywhere with me
like a snake in a bag.
There was a silence at the end of my fingertips
when I reached out to touch a cheek or flower,
so beautiful, so intense
I am certain I felt the pulse of God
throbbing like a bird in her vastness,
that I could almost forgive time
the bridge of cornerstones
that trampled me like a grape
in a stampede of asteroids
and buried me like water on the moon
in an avalanche of skulls.
My tears fall from the eaves of my sorrows
indifferently as rain
trying to wake seeds
like the eye of a needle
to patch the wounded earth with roots.
And I am still demonic enough
to prefer the clarity of the flame
to the pillars of smoke that pass for wisdom,
though I know it means
sailing off the edge of the world
like a galaxy on its own event horizon
with the empty hand of the wind
on a rudder it mistakes for a wing.
I don’t think I’ll go very far when I die.
I’ll pour my snake out like wine, like a candle
like music from the flutes of my bones
and charm my way
like the fragrance of a stone rose
through the dark, nameless gate
I’ve been walking through since I was born.
poem by Patrick White
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The Divine Message
(An experience that I went through when
I was only five years old)
All around, everywhere, yellow, yellow, yellow,
The mist from the Earth to sky, the spaces filled;
Neither the moon, nor stars, nothing was visible,
The dominating fear, my blood, my bones chilled.
Alone, alone I was, nothing except me I found,
Silence, silence, serene silence was all around,
Nothingness led to the region of celestial wonder,
One tastes seeing no universe, no sky, no ground.
Then words of golden light appeared, disappeared,
In space but I could not read the divine message;
Still it confounds me when I recall the experience,
And I can not decide which I was led the passage.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Only A Journey
A trip of life in every steps
of event, experience details
representation of time.
A time of life passage of happening
from point to point in experience,
People, places, things, associate
excessive action to take it as a
journey passage way.
Time, money, effort put together,
thoughts, emotion, feeling, hurt, pain,
struggle, discouraging, regrets;
Look around, its only a journey to experience,
Event to pass on to reach the real location journey.
poem by Jocelyn Dunbar
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Thoughts On The Sounds of Silence
The sounds of silence beacons me.
Like the flight of a bumble bee.
For my life is in a quandary. And I am the one who is confused.
All the noise I here has me transfused.
The constant noise is like a cancerous ooze, someone mused.
All this noise has everyone confused.
I pray to God above to bestow me with the sounds of silence.
All human life is in the balance.
With the sounds of silence I believe peace surrounds us.
About this subject I must confess, I need to access.
I must admit that the sounds of silence is for me.
On the sounds of silence many of us do agree
That peace and love needs to be in great balance.
Without the sounds of silence there would be a major imbalance.
poem by Nichole Kaci McKnight
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Sounds Of Reality
You want to sit in silence
just to gather your thoughts,
however you know that something
will shatter that shell apart.
The silence that you crave
will vanish in sounds of reality.
You want to sit without
any outside influence
invading your shell of silence
you have built around yourself.
Sadly the inevitable will happen
and the shell will be shattered.
The sounds of reality
creep into our lives
in those precious moments
when we need to be
alone with our thoughts
and as quiet as can be.
Some don’t understand
the quiet distance others need
and invade it with idle noise
from their chatter to a TV blast
which will shatter your silence shell
with the sounds of reality.
You feel like shouting
get out of my space
and leave me alone,
but then you doubt
if they will understand
and you suffer in the sounds of reality.
24 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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No Dreams
What would we do if we had no dreams?
No themes, no streams, no things to play
With; Darkness all and all around.
No colourful thoughts, no shining streams,
No happy hours, those bright and gay;
No listening to the cheerful sound.
Of flowers showing their natural themes,
Of water falling in to stay;
Towards nothingness, we are bound.
To lose these lively things; it seems
Is the thing to do in this young day;
In filth of veracity, we are drowned.
What would we do if we had no dreams?
No themes, no streams, no things to play
With; Darkness all and all around.
poem by Osama Waqar
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I listened to it last night for the first time since we started this project. I went out to my car and put it in and went to an empty parking lot and just listened and read the little pamphlet that came with it. After two or three songs I burst into tears.
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Backwards Traveller
Hey, did you know that im
Always going back in time
Rhyming slang, auld lang syne my dears
Through the years
I am the backwards traveller
Ancient wool unraveller
Sailng songs, wailing on the moon
And we were sailing songs, wailing on the moon
Wailing on the moon.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Steal The Thunder
Here you come again, lookin' for another thrill
With your lipstick, high heel shoes, lookin' like you're dressed to kill
Tattoo stuck on you, branded by a chosen few
What short memory, now it's time to pay your dues
Don't you hear a word I say? Just turn your head and look this way
And read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips, read my lips, I'm tellin' you, I'm through with you
I know where you go when you need to get some
Bad little actress on a mattress, it's seduction, anything for you
You don't you hear a word I say, so turn your head and look this way
And read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, you're history
I've been watching what you do, and it doesn't take a fool
To see what we've been through, oh, gonna turn the page on you
(Solo)
You don't you hear a word I say, so turn your head and look this way
And read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips, read my lips, oh, I'm through with you
Read my lips, oh, read my lips, listen to me, I'm talkin' to you
Read my lips, read my lips, listen to me, you're history
Oh yeah, read my lips, I said, read my lips, read my lips
Just read my lips
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song performed by by Loverboy
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Rite Of Passage
Words and music by bob seger
Its the age of reason for the anarchist
Its a change of venue for the lobbyist
Its a dream of justice buried in the grist
Its a secret briefing based on need to know
Its a condescending rationale from command control
Feel the sense of wonder at the overthrow
Its a rite of passage through a hurricane
Through a rolling thunder through a screaming rain
Hear the shriek of abel hear the cry of cain
And abraham will take his son
Five billion years from now the cruelty will be done
Make a destination
Of the greater truth
Make em hang their heads and eat their words
When you find the proof
This is all youre given
Its your only move
Its a rite of passage for the everyman
To a higher ground
To a brighter light
To a promised land
You can feel the power
Of the masters hand
Its a rite of passage
song performed by by Bob Seger
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Differences In Aspirations
it does not matter
if all our thoughts intentions
are not understood
not all motives
goals topics themes styles
suit all personalities
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Im Only Happy When It Rains
Im only happy when it rains
Im only happy when its complicated
And though I know you cant appreciate it
Im only happy when it rains
You know I love it when the news is bad
And why it feels so good to feel so sad
Im only happy when it rains
Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me
Pour your misery down, pour your misery down on me
Im only happy when it rains
I feel good when things are going wrong
I only listen to the sad, sad songs
Im only happy when it rains
I only smile in the dark
My only comfort is the night gone black
I didnt accidentally tell you that
Im only happy when it rains
Youll get the message by the time Im through
When I complain about me and you
Im only happy when it rains
Pour your misery down, pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me pour your misery down
Pour your misery down pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me pour your misery down
Pour your misery down pour your misery down
Pour your misery down on me pour your misery down
Pour your misery down
You can keep me company
As long as you dont care
Im only happy when it rains
You wanna hear about my new obsession?
Im riding high upon a deep depression
Im only happy when it rains
Pour some misery down on me
Im only happy when it rains
Pour some misery down on me
Im only happy when it rains
Pour some misery down on me
Im only happy when it rains
Pour some misery down on me
Im only happy when it rains
Pour some misery down on me ...
song performed by by Garbage
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Voodooded Lips
VOODOODED LIPS
esspeecee …18.06.09.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll reflect you lips’ eloquence.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll blush-in by your lips’ glittrence.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll unfold your lips’ innocence.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll savor to the lees your lips’ elegance.
In the mirror of silence
I get psychic catharsis
In our lip lock reminiscences.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll siphon in your lips’ effulgence.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll grope your lips
In abyssal absence.
In the mirror of silence
My lips will coalesce
In your lips’ effervescence.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll be vortexed by
Lips’ psychedelic resonance.
In the mirror of silence
We’ll passionately hug
With sensuous confluence.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll smear lips by
Your lips’ fragrance.
In the mirror of silence
We’ll tie-up our lips
In Monalisian resemblance.
In the mirror of silence
I’ll fresco my lips
From your lips’ brilliance.
In the mirror of silence
My lips will stain
By your lips’ every essence.
I’m voodooded by:
In the mirror of silence,
Your lips’ excellence,
And deluxe luminance.
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poem by Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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