Shifting Pain
A silent wrath sits in a pool
of blood, will start a battle
over the footprints of sponges
who soaked the history.
The flow of endurance, lava on
the tongue triggers discontent
for a riot of spawned hunger.
One transparent self under the rocks
moans, falls to explosion, sways in
dim smoke. For the authenticity of future
we are killing the serpent
who drinks milk
from your hands
and protects your treasure.
The tranquility is little bloated
like grape seed extract.
poem by Satish Verma
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Lava Lamp
In the half light of the evening
I could almost see you glow, I can tell by the way you're moving,
Time may be right to let you know,
you've got a many coloured halo, the body of venus
a babe rainbow and if I come on any closer, I might fall into your silhouette
but the shape of things to come is constantly changing
so let it, so let it, so let it flow
lava lava lava lamp, lava lava lava lamp
indigo, violet and blue, can we meet where the edge is blur cause I am comin' atcha, like a bug eye heading for the burn
the truth is I can't stay away, no I wanna let you light my volcano
and maybe it's just my imagination, but you never know
because the shape of things to come is constantly changing
so let it, so let it, so let it flow
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
so let it, so let it, so let it ...
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
lava lava lava lamp, I'd love to turn you on
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Milk White, Blood-Red
Gently as wind blows
Sways the beauty of the Milk White rose
Day and night that rose stays
Its beauty drawing people closer
Its thorns keeping them away
The rose stays here
As seasons pass it by
The petals have worn
As the wind made it fly
A single rose seed
Falls onto the ground
And the Milk White rose
Now dead
Gave birth safe and sound
To a rose of Blood Red
poem by Monina Furigay
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In The Footprints of My Mother
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall step to you.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall stay innocent and true.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall not give up hope.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall give you my love note.
In the footprints of my mother,
Lead me to a better path.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall releive in her wrath.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall cure all of your pains.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall bring you great reigns.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall unleash the angels of truth.
In the footprints of my mother,
I shall defeat the evils booth.
The footprints of my mother,
led me straight to you.
The footprints of my mother,
Shown me I have nothing left to loose.
The footprints of my mother,
Guieded me towards the compelling lights.
The footprints of my mother,
Guided me towards the love of my life.
poem by Erin Grantham
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Peace Beyond Time
wolves run
in packs drinking moonlight,
flesh and blood,
hunger and desire!
i am the wolf,
i am the moonlight,
flesh and blood,
hunger and desire.
the hawk glides,
on the wind with eyes,
peeling layer upon layer
for pulsing treasure...
i am the hawk,
i am the wind,
peeling layer upon layer,
for pulsing treasure.
the river winds
through rocks and trees,
making it's own path,
on the way home.
i am the river,
rocks and trees,
making my own path
on the way home....
darkness falls,
wraps around the light,
brings healing stillness,
and peace beyond time.
i am the darkness,
wrapping around light,
i bring healing stillness,
and peace beyond time!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Little Triggers
Little triggers that you pull with your tongue.
Little triggers. I dont wanna be hung up, strung up,
When you dont call up.
Little sniggers on your lips.
Little triggers in your grip.
Little triggers. my hand on your hip.
Thinkin all about those censored sequences,
Worryin about the consequences,
Waiting until I come to my senses.
Better put it all in present tenses.
Worryin about the common decency
When it is only a question of frequency
When you say o.k. but I gotta cheek to be
Sayin youre tired of me when you dont even weaken these
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Doreen
To read all the words of the law and,
To learn at all times for your future;
And like the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah,
You need to leran from one another.
Of butter and milk,
Like a visit to Mount Nebo;
And to drink the pure blood of the grape is like,
The American history.
Doreen, you may have a military service to undertake;
But, i have my mind as a bard to write.
Do not give up in life but rather,
Try to learn at all times to increase your knowledge;
For this earth is still part of us.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Story Of Bad Karma
the curtain in the room is transparent
silky, embroidered with tiny light red flowers
light is filtered and air is lazy
laughter is restrained at first until the drinks come
glasses click and talks are varied
times come anew
memories of faces come out from the graves of our
forgetfulness
the room soon is filled with smoke
men smoke and women sip wine on their warm sides
the lives of other people start to be opened
the talkers are surgeons scrutinizing the intestines and bladders
there is a small man whose hands are like cold forks
he is looking at the fat man puffing smoke and bragging about his gains
fortunes backed by crimes and
money laundered and shared in secrets by conspiracies
no one notices a bee landing on the navel of the fat man
whose belly comes out from his tight shirt
instantly the bee left a sting
and the man died.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Valhalla
Leading us on, to the land of eternity
Riding the cold cold winds of valhalla
The kingdom of odin is the kingdom of gods
Where only souls of the brave may rest in peace
But someone among them had the skill of deceit
And raised the hand that would open the road to hel
When the winds of valhalla run cold
Be sure that the blood will start to flow
When the winds of valhalla run cold
Valhalla
The ring has been broken and a soul must be saved
Among the bravest of men, who rides to hel
The longships are sailing and the chariots ride
And yes the anger of thor will serve you well
When the winds of valhalla run cold
Be sure that the blood will start to flow
When the winds of valhalla run cold
Valhalla
Raise your hands
Reach and valhalla will save your soul
Raise your eyes
And odin will lead us on
They say that history repeats itself
Upon the year of the seventh century
Well nobody knows, no you never can tell
So youd better run now and hide away
When the winds of valhalla run cold
Be sure that the blood will start to flow
When the winds of valhalla run cold
Valhalla
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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The Contempt of War
The contempt of war
With spewn bodies and limbs
A war cry
A man dies
There is anger within
They face each other
Tempers flare
Eyes bulging red
You lose control
The anger burns within
Screaming, shouting
Cursing and swearing
Burning rages
Fuels carnage and mayhem
The never ending screams
Killing, maiming
They first fight with pride
But as the battle rages
They start to fight for their lives
The sea of turmoil
Of body and souls
When will this carnage end?
The ongoing battle
Gives death a grin
Misbegotten war
Why plague our lands
Why must we let death?
Smile with a grin
Have we done something wrong?
Have we committed a sin?
Fatigue getting tired
Can barely stand ground
Feeling wary, feeling sad
When will this carnage end?
The smoke clears
On desolate grounds
The moans of death is all around
Alone figure stands in shock in pain
As he listens to moans of dying men
The pain is real the war cry's fade
As he re-enacts the days
That goes round in his head
Of the memories of pain
Of a contemptible war
poem by Kaila George
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Your Footprints
You left your footprints across my life
I hate to see your photographs:
passing history impossibly frozen,
demanding out-of-date thoughts.
You left your footprints on my life
I hate it when people talk of you:
as if they were asking for my blood
to warm their own false memories.
You left your footprints through my life
I hate it when I find a letter from you:
I read a richness and a loss in them
and am torn apart by myself
You left your footprints in my life
Footprints claim nothing, offer nothing;
they do not ask to be preserved, or to be erased;
they are clean, yet they are there;
where they lead, I have yet to find
You left your footprints across my life
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Merchant Ship
A swallow swoops for flitting flies
While Johnny rubs his sleepy eyes,
(As morning reaps the rising sun)
And watches Captain's day begun:
The creeks arise from melting snows -
The Merchant Ship's in stark repose...
A rodent scrapes for scattered crumbs,
While Johnny bites his swelling tongue
(Beneath the blazing sun above)
As Captain counts the dead with love:
And while the quiet river flows
The Merchant Ship just sits and grows...
A serpent weaves amongst the weeds
And Johnny finally starts the deeds
(As evening hails the dying day)
To stop the Captain at his play:
And as the flooding rivers grow
The Merchant Ship rocks to and fro...
An owl above has watchful eyes,
She watches hard as Johnny dies
(Beneath the broken sky of gloom)
While tumbling Captain to his doom:
And with the raging undertow
The Merchant Ship is sucked below...
A chipper bird drinks morning dew
And Johnny Junior starts anew
(He's bathing in the dawning rays)
To rectify the former days:
And creeks arise from melting snow
As virgin rivers start to flow...
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Student Demonstration Time
Starting out with berkeley free speech
And later on at peoples park
The winds of change fanned into flames
Student demonstrations spark
Down to isla vista where police felt so harassed
They called the special riot squad of the l. a. county sheriff
Well theres a riot going on
Theres a riot going on
Theres a riot going on
Student demonstration time
The violence spread down south to where jackson state brothers
Learned not to say nasty things about southern policemens mothers
Nothing much was said about it and really next to nothing done
The pen is mightier than the sword, but no match for a gun
Well theres a riot going on
Theres a riot going on
Well theres a riot going on
cause its student demonstration time
America was stunned on may 4, 1970
When rally turned to riot up at kent state university
They said the students scared the guard
Though the troops were battle dressed
Four martyrs earned a new degree
The bachelor of bullets
I know were all fed up with useless wars and racial strife
But next time theres a riot, well, you best stay out of sight
Well theres a riot going on
Theres a riot going on
Well theres a riot going on
Student demonstration time
Stay away when theres a riot going on
Student demonstration
Stay away when theres a riot going on
Student demonstration
Stay away when theres a riot going on
Student demonstration
Stay away when theres a riot going on
Its student demonstration
Stay away when theres a riot going on
Student demonstration
Stay away when theres a riot going on
Student demonstration
Stay away when theres a riot going on
Its student demonstration
Stay away when theres a riot going on
Student demonstration
song performed by by Beach Boys
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1 million years BC (lyrics)
They're calling me,
the creatures of the nigh,
Beautiful music,
Animal instincts survived,
the serpent tongue,
so ancient before the dawn of time,
Spread throughout the ages,
On the blood of mankind.
I've seen it all.
From grace man falls,
Babylon, curse of all creation,
Winged serpent of the pit,
Monstrosity.
Ten thousand centuries ago,
Cast down from heaven,
To pillage below,
The serpents eye,
Still watching for it's easy prey,
Feed upon the hopeless, the weak and afraid.
I've seen it all.
From grace men fall,
Babylon, curse of all creation.
Winged serpent of the pit,
Monstrosity.
1 million yeasr bc x3
poem by Satan's Sibling
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A Pool of Blood
A pool of water causes us to play with words,
Inner feelings may conceive an exalted frame of mind.
A pool is like radiation, all the yawning is converted
Into a character of good, a conversion has been made.
A pool is of blood, a real royal boredom of blue blood,
A spoilt man is issuing secrets that kingdoms do love.
When murder is bloody and minded by the some
We crave, destruction is the key, for almighty freedom.
A pool of immediate appearance is before my own eyes,
My ears are against my sight, for I have no idea of sound.
What is the murder when pools of bright blood stain the floors
With the anger and hunger of a killer, a sentinel of alien rudeness.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Wasted Away
A man sits alone at the bar.
His hat pulled over his eyes.
His hands frozen from the summer air.
His throat burning-but he still drinks.
And all his sorrows are swallowed.
Glass by glass
of amber bitterness.
Flashbacks are melted to a blur
of smoke and fear.
A car crash.
Where one survivor walked away
from the battlefield of machines.
Where one survivor walked away
from the shriveled body of one
that Death stole from him.
And so he sat.
His hat low. The shadow
covering the painful history in his eyes
as the glasses of morphine
lulled him to sleep.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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0091 The Scholar - A Dutch portrait
The scholar, in his book-lined study, sits,
walled in by printed thought in black and white;
silent; by a pool of lamplight lit;
now still in reading, or now drawn to write;
inaudible, the music of his mind,
invisible, that dazzling light, his thought;
unknown, the destiny of human kind;
unwrit, the future glories to be sought;
he like a human hour-glass: single grains
passing into future mind from past;
and in his presence, all Creation reigns,
the history of the world from first to last.
this secret glory, scholars are allowed;
so fragile; mortal; subtle; noble; proud.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Get Your Rocks Off
by Bob Dylan
You know, there's two ol' maids layin' in the bed,
One picked herself up an' the other one, she said:
"Get your rocks off!
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me! (Get 'em off!)"
Well, you know, there late one night up on Blueberry Hill,
One man turned to the other man and said, with a blood-curdlin' chill, he said:
"Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me! (Get 'em off!)"
Well, you know, we was layin' down around Mink Muscle Creek,
One man said to the other man, he began to speak, he said:
"Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me! (Get 'em off!)"
Well, you know, we was cruisin' down the highway in a Greyhound bus.
All kinds-a children in the side road, they was hollerin' at us, sayin':
"Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off! (Get 'em off!)
Get your rocks off-a me!
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Sonnet: Politics Personified
Fie politics, go wear a whiter shroud!
Your clothes are stained by blood of many men;
No nation seems to be of you quite proud;
Your tongue has lied and falsely signed your pen.
Your hands have been receiving bribes for long;
There is not much reprieve for common man;
All empty promises have been your song;
When will your services become yeoman?
O politics! Refurbish your makeup!
Be transparent, honest and just in life;
With friend corruption, always you go sup;
Money when earned by fraudulence brings strife.
Fie politics! Recount your past blunders;
Before the wrath of God on you thunders.
poem by John Celes
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Love Sonnet 169 I Have Seen Sadness On The Prestine Sand
I have seen sadness on the pristine sand,
In faded footprints, you have failed to make,
More so that sands were once huge rocks, so grand,
Before this fate, that only sands could take:
To become the dunes, were dwelt my sorrow,
In dire stillness that aggravates my loss,
The craved tenderness, which you did not show,
That spawned a desert, much too wide to cross;
Though minute are the grains that slip my grasp,
Like truths that seep through a mind grief ridden,
Vicious as though rose harboring a wasp,
Thereby, in sweetness lurks its sting, hidden;
......Yet, your footprints did not last till evening,
......As blown sand covered your tracks of leaving.
.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Self-watch
Have not crossed the street
in many years
to greet you.
A slice of moon
leaves footprints in blood.
Maintaining the perfection
you start giving names to trees.
Paraplegia:
you start dismanteling the life
in search of romance with death
for immersing the dreams.
Take hold of my arms
I want to invent your portrait
in sands of nocturne.
Drink the milk of silence.
It is dark, but soothing.
Go to sleep.
poem by Satish Verma
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