Slices
Unimpeachable,
the shrine wants to move on
with snippets of pain.
Man has failed the god.
Teats were becoming omnivorous
devouring the faces, ears and eyes.
What would you like to eat
stings or thorns?
The curt bruises. Are you ready
for the horses? The journey is long
and tough to reach the citadel of truth.
My hands are already bleeding.
The betrayals. The foxes. The hyenas, but
one love tigers. The majesty of kill.
Why you are hiding the pen?
Moon is riding on the church.
poem by Satish Verma
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Dark Forests
Dark forests...Northern...Sourthern Mountains,
Fierce tigers circle around the villages in broad daylight.
...To The red dawn of twilight
The skies shine bright
Protecting what is theirs
In the magic of the night
The tigers roam everywhere taking lives for food.
The Majesty of the tigers power,
The prey dare not make a sound.
The new kin tiger sprout every year
In the valleys low.
Male and female tigers come up and down the mountains in large groups.
There is a village near the tigers’ dens in the valley,
Where tigers often come and eat the villagers’ brown calves.
Rich young men dare not shoot the arrows at the tigers.
The Majesty of the Tiger lives forever
The Majesty of the Tiger
They only pretend to check for the tigers’ tracks in the forests.
poem by Peter LeBuhn
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Rough God Goes Riding
Oh the mud splattered victims
Have to pay out all along the ancient highway
Torn between half truth and victimisation
Fighting back with counter attacks
Its when that rough God goes riding
When the rough God goes gliding
And then rough God goes riding
Riding on in
I was flabbergasted by the headlines
People in glasshouses throwing stones
Gaping wounds that will never heal
Now theyre moaning like a dog in a manger
Its when that rough God goes riding
And then the rough God goes gliding
Therell be nobody hiding
When that rough God comes riding on in
And its a matter of survival
When youre born with your back against the wall
Wont somebody hand me a bible
Wont you give me that number to call
When that rough God goed riding
And then that rough God goes gliding
Theyll be nobody hiding
When that rough God goes riding on in
Riding on in
When that rough God goed riding
When that rough God goes gliding
Therell be nobody hiding
When that rough God goes riding on in
Riding on in
Therell be no more heroes
Theyll be reduced to zero
When that rough God goes riding
Riding on in
Riding on in
Riding on in
Riding on in
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Aching Eyes
aching eyes
bleeding heart
trembling hands
a storm within
entangled hair
wind sweeping
pain in my ass
scarred skin
another wound
blues and bruises
sands of silence
tower of ivory
ebony spaces
starless skies
faded moon
shattered pieces
of self
hands that want
to grasp
every broken
word, stuttering
existence
my friend
what writer's block
are you talking?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Think You Pain Naive So Naive
you want pain fall in love see what happens
in fact ignore your love try and move on anwyways
see how you feel then
you ready darkness surround you
its aro9ound me too
this is no choice
pain and disease have no eyes....
the pen has no eyes
they all kill heartlessly and coldly without favortism and stolid killers the are
isnt it time you were chosne
you want pain.....
you want it
come get it!
poem by David Knox
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Global Warming
The glaciers are melting,
The Alaskan bears are roaming the streets.
The sea has taken over the mean straits.
The whales and the sharks are devouring
Our children.
Angry penguins are standing in the den.
They are all blaming you and me.
They want our apple pie, our tea and coffee;
They want to take over the universe.
Planet Earth is in trouble, the devils are athirst.
The lions, the tigers, the hyenas, the foxes…
Are chasing presidents, generals and the masses.
Humanity is doomed, they are coming after us.
No place to hide, no shelters for us.
The sea waves are up to our knees.
If we don’t stop this nonsense,
Before we know it, the flies and the flees
Will be sucking our stubborn brains.
It is vitally important that we protect the environment,
So humanity can have a safe and secured tent.
They are all standing, looking at us around the corner.
They are waiting for the right moment to conquer
Our globe, our sand,
Our lives and our land.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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We Can Never Be For 'All' What God Is
Pray.
If you say you know God is there...
Why is it you accept conflict?
And dismiss He is everywhere.
Pray.
Everything God is,
Is within your reach.
God isn't secretive,
With deception to teach.
Pray.
Listen.
God wants us to love.
Not stray and disobey.
And we've done so much of that.
Leaving us dissatisfied and dismayed.
And constantly from His enlightened 'sight'...
We've made choices to look away.
And we say we pray!
As long as things go our way.
Feeding deceit and dishonest in our betrayals.
And we say we pray!
As long as things go our way.
Feeding deceit and dishonest in our betrayals.
And we say we pray!
As long as things go our way.
Feeding deceit and dishonest in our betrayals.
God knows we are weak and defenseless.
Too senseless to know the power of love...
And to pray.
Laying our weapons down!
And becoming freed of that need...
To command as if we were He!
And we can never be for 'all' what God Is!
And 'this' God knows and has exposed it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Truth will kill you (comment any suggestions please! !)
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The scars in my soul all seem too real.
The wound is jus too deep to heal.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
Ignorance is only bliss
Left in this dark, cold abyss.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
The pain is too much to bare.
So deeply I long to not care.
The truth will indeed inevitably kill you.
poem by Nikki Chauhan
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Ready For Love
I am ready for love
Why are you hiding from me
Id quickly give my freedom
To be held in your captivity
I am ready for love
All of the joy and the pain
And all the time that it takes
Just to stay in your good grace
Lately Ive been thinking
Maybe youre not ready for me
Maybe you think I need to learn maturity
They say watch what you ask for
Cause you might receive
But if you ask me tomorrow
Ill say the same thing
I am ready for love
Would you please lend me your ear?
I promise I wont complain
I just need you to acknowledge I am here
If you give me half a chance
Ill prove this to you
I will be patience, kind, faithful and true
To a man who loves music
A man who loves art
Respects the spirit world
And thinks with his heart
I am ready for love
If youll take me in your hands
I will learn what you teach
And do the best that I can
I am ready for love
Here with a offering of
My voice
My eyes
My soul
My mind
Tell me what is enough
To prove I am ready for love
I am ready
song performed by by India Arie
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Hemorrhage
Hemorrhage (In My Hands)"
memories are just where you laid them
drag the waters 'till the depths give up their dead
what did you expect to find?
was there something you left behind?
don't you remember anything i said when i said
don't fall away, and leave me to myself
don't fall away and leave love bleeding
in my hands, in my hands again
leave love bleeding
in my hands, in my hands
love lies bleeding
oh hold me now i feel contagious
am i the only place that you've left to go
she cries her life is like
some movie black and white
dead actors faking lines
over and over and over again she cries
don't fall away, and leave me to myself
dont fall away, and leave love bleeding
in my hands, in my hands again
leave love bleeding
in my hands, in my hands
love lies bleeding
and i wanted
you turned away
you don't remember, but i do
you never even tried
don't fall away and leave me to myself
don't fall away and leave love bleeding
in my hands, in my hands again
leave love bleeding
in my hands, in my hands
love lies bleeding
song performed by by Fuel
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Cross Of Thorns
Dont come closer, cos it aint safe here,
Just turn around now and walk away.
Ive gotta tell you, there are no rules here,
Sometimes I wonder, what goes on there,
Behind those-eyes.
Chorus:
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
Young ones crying with their heads in their hands,
When you talk about saving, the souls of the faithful,
You cant help thinking, youve got blood on your
Hands.
From a cross of thorns.
Tongues of fire always talking, wasted words that
Ring in my ears.
Were still waiting, losing patience, will all the
Lies of, 400 houndred years.
Ive got to tell you, there are no rules here,
Sometimes I wonder, what goes on there,
Behind those-eyes.
Chorus
We gave you yesterday, and now you want to-day,
Oh, from the hands of death we take our daily bread,
Now all we do is choke, and the words that you once
Spoke, fade away.
Look at what youve done, oh, its a cross of thorns.
Take away, this cross of thorns, look at what youve
Done.
Its a cross of thorns, cross of thorns.
When a promise is broken, and no one trusts you,
Youve got blood on your hands, from a cross of
Thorns.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Riding
IF I should live again,
O God, let me be young,
Quick of sinew and vein
With the honeycomb on my tongue,
All in a moment flung
With the dawn on a flowing plain,
Riding, riding, riding, riding
Between the sun and the rain.
If I, having been, must be,
O God, let it be so,
Swift and supple and free
With a long journey to go,
And the clink of the curb and the blow
Of hooves, and the wind at my knee,
Riding, riding, riding, riding
Between the hills and the sea.
poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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Jeane
Jeane
The low-life has lost its appeal
And i'm tired of walking these streets
To a room with its cupboards bare
Jeane
I'm not sure what happiness means
But i look in your eyes
And i know
Oh ...
That it isn't there
Oh, we tried, and we failed
Oh, we tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried
Oh, jeane
There's ice on the sink where we bathe
So how can you call this a home
When you know it's a grave ?
Yet you still have that greedy grace
As you tidy the place
But it will never be clean
Jeane
We tried and we failed
We tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
And we tried
Oh ...
Cash on the nail
It's just a fairytale
Oh ...
And i don't believe in magic anymore
Jeane
But i think you know
I really think you know
Oh ...
Oh yes, i think you know the truth
Jeane
Oh ...
No heavenly choirs
Not for me and not for you
Because i think you know
I really think you know
Oh ...
I think you know the truth
Oh, jeane
We tried, and we failed
We tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried
song performed by by Smiths
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The friendly are not the brave
Rabbits move with fellows.
Elephants move with fellows
Tigers roam single. So are foxes.
Who is coward, who is brave?
10.08.2002, Chennai
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Rose With Thorns
The rose with thorns
Beautiful passion red rose
But dangerous with thorns
Picked off the garden
By a bard on
Realize he was bleeding
Thought roughly about his feelings
About why the rose had thorns
Never again would he pick up the red rose with thorns
The rose only brought him pain
Thoe he did not go insane
By wanting to stomp on it
But he just forfeit on it
He just let the rose there on the ground
And the rose was hoping it would be found
So the bard on
Left the garden
Checked his finger with the thorn pulled it out
finger was bleeding and never looked back at the rose with the thorns
poem by Jose antonio Torres galeana
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Gone To Forget To Leave
There are those who may choose to die.
For whatever reason...
Eyes are wanting to feel,
A realness and not a friction to absorb.
When platters of gold filled deceit,
Offer nothing else to be fed....
With a side order of sincerity seen,
Or felt to mention.
'Gone to forget to leave'
And the feasting of this is encouraged.
Until dishonesty is all that one dreads.
With a wish to numb the head,
From the stirrings that occur from truths.
And although the eating of deceit weakens,
On a daily basis when that addiction eats...
A cry goes unheard.
A sickening overwhelms...
And,
A wish to be released from it increases.
'Gone to forget to leave'
An encouraged emotionally abandoned mind...
Feeds until the peace of eternal rest has come,
Of what is wished.
And with a consciousness,
Desperately wanting transistion now a mission...
But never accepted to come from one so...
Talented and gifted!
But hurting from a place...
No one took the time to touch to get to know,
And so much pain was inside hiding.
And what was known to God,
Has joined the stars awaiting.
Pain was inside hiding.
Pain was inside hiding.
And what was known to God,
Has joined...
With the others worthy.
Pain was inside hiding.
Pain was inside hiding.
And what was known,
To God...
Has joined,
Eternity!
Goodbye to pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
No more pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone is pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
Gone...
Pain inside there hiding.
Pain inside there hiding.
There's no pain inside there hiding,
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
That pain inside there hiding!
Gone to forget to leave.
That pain inside there hiding!
Gone to forget to leave.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Gone to forget to leave.
Gone to forget to leave.
There's no pain inside there hiding.
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
Gone.
Gone to forget to leave.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Scanning
When night will not speak
and shoes will float on the water;
legs of truth will not move.
Latched to absence
unreasons held the hands of time.
I stopped believing in myself.
The genome had come in a bottle.
when the virgin son was killed in a raid.
The mausoleum will not accept the shroud.
The priest will pay the moon,
for the price of the nightly stings.
Now the death will kill the clouds of bees.
And the green door shuts the house
of light. Moonlight has gone missing.
We will have to find the lips of dark.
poem by Satish Verma
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One Has To Move
I drive a car
He rides a motor bike
Everybody moves the way one likes
Go place to place by some means
Camel and bullock cart
In the villages
Some ride
Donkeys and horses since ages
People who live near to water
Move by ship or steamer
Rivers are not big as the sea
One uses boat or ferry
When they move they make merry
Aero planes and helicopters
Reach you faster than others
Riding a bicycle two by two
Is slow but steady
In truck or bus
One has company of many
Travelling by train is very enjoying
Sound of the track and wheels
Resembles rattling of dry leaves
In snow
Sledge pulled by dogs
Is the only choice
Some travel to moon in dreams
Reach everywhere, without any means
Unlike the astronauts,
Who travel by rocket
To go to mars or moon
One thing is certain
One cannot remain calm and still
Either on two legs or by a vehicle
Whether on
Two, three or four wheels
One has to move by
Some means
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Futurity
The show is on.
Sedition will play with death now.
Deceitful black knives, white gloves.
No hope, battle lines are drawn.
The wasps are whirring at a furious speed
stings ready to inject venom.
Bronzed body,
huge turbaned skull.
Eyes looking beyond you,
hauls you through slumber
of ages. The autopsy extracts out a bullet
fired at close range, poured into chest.
Death had a party.
Frilled guns,
yellow metal
are ready to kill.
Extended pain of centuries haunts the future.
Give me the tearful farewell
for another ruined journey.
We will bury the present, forget the past.
poem by Satish Verma
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Church Of Women
A lie for a lie, but a truth for the truth
Church of women is made out of milk
Which their love turns to butter -er -er
Church of women will have you give praise
With a laugh, bark and stutter -er -er
Like us men like us men they are nothing like us men
Men have gargoyles round their hearts
Im on my knees but dancing
Want to worship at the church of women
Breathe em in until my head goes spinning around
Want to worship at the church
Let me worship at the church of women
Church of women is making donations of loving and giving -ing -ing
Church of women performing that miracle raising the living -ing -ing
Like us men like us men will they ever like us men?
Men have thorns around their minds
Im on my mountain preaching
Want to worship at the church of women
Breathe em in until my head goes spinning around
Want to worship at the church
Let me worship at the church of women
Lie for a lie, but a truth for the truth
Give em back their house: the walls, the doors, the floors and roof
And stop tryin to diet on the wafers and wine and submit were in control
Now lets put things right
Lets multiply the loves and kisses
til we have enough to love and eat forever
Want to worship at the church of women
I want to worship at the church of women now
Breathe em in until my head goes spinning around
Ill breathe em in until my head goes spinning round
Want to worship at the church
Let me worship at the church of women
Want to worship at the church of women
(repeat x3 and fade)
song performed by by Xtc
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Comforts and respects
An ass gets comforts
Where horses live.
An ass gets respects
Where asses live.
Bruises of senses are pain.
Bruises of ego are anger.
Cowardice lives with pain.
Egoists die with anger.
In anger, is there pleasure?
In pain where is pleasure?
18.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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