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Stripping to the Bones

Now me, now not,
a thought is always there.
My genes navigate on collapsing walls,
words, dark mind, broken dreams.
But thought is always there.
I hold on firmly to sounds,
voices, tongues,
the thought is always there.

Brain goes into a nameless friction,
of aimless voyage
I rediscover the myth and abandon the zone of thoughts.
Distance becomes a wailing music.
Sitting between the flesh and bones
I recognise the relic of a window.

Let us dropp the years,
become timeless, empty and hollow.
Egocentric wind violates the lungs.
We cannot sing in praise of earth.
I walk through the body,
stripping to the bones, to find the seeds.
I refuse to pluck the flowers.

poem by Satish Verma
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No Language In Our Lungs

There is no language in our lungs
To tell the world just how we feel
No bridge of thought
No mental link
No letting out just what you think
There is no language in our lungs
There is no muscle in our tongues
To tell the world whats in our hearts
No were leaving nothing
Just chiselled stones
No chance to speak before were bones
There is no muscle in our tongues
I thought I had the whole world in my mouth
I thought I could say what I wanted to say
For a second that thought became a sword in my hand
I could slay any problem that would stand in my way
I felt just like a crusader
Lionheart, a holy land invader
But nobody can say what they really mean to say and
The impotency of speech came up and hit me that day and
I would have made this instrumental
But the words got in the way
There is no language in our...
There is no language in our lungs
To tell the world whats in our hearts
No were leaving nothing behind
Just chiselled stones
No chance to speak before were bones
There is no language in our lungs.

song performed by by Xtc
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Was

It was a moonless night
It was an empty sky
It was a bad excuse
I was the only fool in sight
It was a crazy thought
A madman's walk
It was
It was a moonless night
It was an empty sky
It was a bad excuse
I was the only fool in sight
It was a crazy thought
A madman's walk
It was
I had a wandering eye
She had a better time
It was a twisted thought
A black cat came to mind
She was a crazy thought
A madman's walk
She was
She was a long way home
Walking broken bones
It was wrong or right
How deep that knife could go
It was a crazy thought
A madman's walk it was
It was a crazy thought
A madman's walk it was
She was the hangman's noose
I was the fool, I was
Oh, I was
Yeah baby...I was

song performed by by Kenny Wayne Shepherd
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My Thoughts

Thought in the eyes,
The ears.
Thought in mind,
The brain,
Thought in heart,
The soul.

Great thought is great
when it becomes great deeds.
With my thoughts within
Building my world within

Learning with thought;
Is great learning wisdom.
Learning without thought,
Is opportunity lost.

Thought for others
Thought for God
Thought for good
Thought for God’s blessing

Thoughts teach me,
Thoughts educate me,
Thoughts clarify me,
Thoughts enlighten me.

Thoughts make me wise
Thoughts make me patience
Thoughts make me trust others
Thoughts make me clam.

Thoughts before act
Is smart and wise
Act before thoughts
Is stupid and foolish

That’s my thoughts
They make thinking clear
They make belief deepen
They make confidence high.

In thoughts, my world
In my world, make my thoughts.
In thoughts, my words
In my words, make my speech

It’s my thoughts count
Counting my thoughts
To endless counting thoughts
Thinking the thoughts endlessly
My thoughts and thoughts again.

poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Then I Met You

Then I met you
Thought that Id be happy
Going to be so happy
Living life alone and never sharing anything
Thought that I was finished
Thought that I was complete
Thought that I was whole instead of being half of something
Thought that I was growing
Growing older, wiser
Understanding why this world held nothing for my spirit
Thought that I was destined
Destined to be nothing
Destined to be nothing in this world and then I met you.
I met you
Thought that God had failed me
Thought my prayers were useless
Thought that he would never give the chance for me to praise him
Thought the book was written
Thought the game had ended
Thought the song was sung and I could never sing another
Thought my faith was misplaced
Thought my back was broken
Broken by a weight that I was never fit to carry
Thought I knew this city
Thought I knew all about it
And then one night I went to morningside and you were waiting
I met you

song performed by by Proclaimers
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In The Derwent River

Don’t place my lifeless body in a box
and lay me in the cold, damp, ground,
so that in years to come they can dig me up
and move my bones around.

Place my body in a warm dark place
and ignite the walls of fire,
so my flesh and bones become ash and dust,
and I can be scattered where I desire.

poem by Orlando Belo
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A Fact Of My Life

I am always rewinding things
To hear what was missed between
The spaces between the spaces...

Words that were not spoken
Wonderful things never said
But were going through my mind

Like a hard rubber ball
Bouncing between the walls
Of the spaces between the walls....

Echoes reverberate
With incessant sound
Of inarticulate voices...

Incomprehensible
Maddening hollow sounds
Crash against walls of hollow sounds...

Which drive me to madness
Trying to coexist
In a world outside me...

In which hollow sounds
Resound against crashed walls
Of rewinding empty spaces....
That is my life
What else can I say....

poem by Romeo Della Valle
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The Immortal Part

When I meet the morning beam,
Or lay me down at night to dream,
I hear my bones within me say,
"Another night, another day.

"When shall this slough of sense be cast,
This dust of thoughts be laid at last,
The man of flesh and soul be slain
And the man of bone remain?

"This tongue that talks, these lungs that shout,
These thews that hustle us about,
This brain that fills the skull with schemes,
And its humming hive of dreams,--

"These to-day are proud in power
And lord it in their little hour:
The immortal bones obey control
Of dying flesh and dying soul.

"'Tis long till eve and morn are gone:
Slow the endless night comes on,
And late to fulness grows the birth
That shall last as long as earth.

"Wanderers eastward, wanderers west,
Know you why you cannot rest?
'Tis that every mother's son
Travails with a skeleton.

"Lie down in the bed of dust;
Bear the fruit that bear you must;
Bring the eternal seed to light,
And morn is all the same as night.

"Rest you so from trouble sore,
Fear the heat o' the sun no more,
Nor the snowing winter wild,
Now you labour not with child.

"Empty vessel, garment cast,
We that wore you long shall last.
--Another night, another day."
So my bones within me say.

Therefore they shall do my will
To-day while I am master still,
And flesh and soul, now both are strong,
Shall hale the sullen slaves along,

Before this fire of sense decay,
This smoke of thought blow clean away,
And leave with ancient night alone
The stedfast and enduring bone.

poem by Alfred Edward Housman
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Those Empty People...

for in truth how can days be empty
with the sun up high
and grasses green below
and clouds of blue
in between?

those hollow men
chests filled with air
and words
without clarity and direction
words without meaning
spoken
without flesh and bones
promises and promises
nothing real
shattered principles
broken glass

indeed there are only empty
men speaking their
empty words

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sticks And Stones

Sticks and stones, might break my bones
And words, shall never harm me,
I was told that story, when I was a Boy
Along with the birds and bees, I believe
So I lived my life, through that advice
That was given to me in my youth,
That sticks and stones would break my bones
And words could do no harm was true.
So I stayed away from sticks and stones
And tried never calling anyone names
But the sticks still arrived, in my life
And also the words of hate and pain.
But then I had healed from broken bones
And bruises and all the nasty cuts,
It made me stronger, then I thought longer
About the words of hate and such.
Because the words of hate, I couldn't escape
As I noticed them around everyday
Destroying ones soul, until life they'd let go
Or asking GOD for vengeance as they'd pray.
Sticks and stones had broke my bones
And words of hate had really harmed me,
As I look around, I can still hear the sound
Of hate, and belittlement, and bigotry.
There are still broken bones and nasty cuts,
As I see as I enter every day with a walk,
But doctors heal then, as they are new again
But the words of hatred never balks.
In my life I have made many choices,
And I hope with one I don't stand alone
Never to ever use any word of hate
As I don't mind getting hit with sticks or stones.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Demise And Vestige

Two Eyes Flash In Twilight Two Thoughts In Rhyme
"Gravities' Mine And I'm Prepared"
Two Feet Meet In Rhythm Two Hands Did Find
The Weak Link The Towers' Share
Beneath Their Foundations A Rivers Rage
The Damm That Stands Reveals Its Age
From The Cracks Water's Flowing
And Makes A Line Directly Toward
The Unknowing
I Can Set A Flood In Motion For The Arrogants Plans
Are Always Built On Sand
Like The Wind Drives The Rain The Subterranean Will Bring Pain
I Can Feel The Surge Of Madness In Mind
I Can Hear The Minions Marching In Time
I Can Taste The Breathe Of Freedom
I'm Free I Am Free I Am Free We Are Free
To Arm The Dissident And The Dispossed
I'll Be There I Will Be There
To Give Backpower And Take What It Possesed
I'll Be There I Will Be There
To Live Our Dreams And Not Ask Why
We'll Be There We Will Be There
To Scale The Mountain To Reign On High
We'll Be There We Will Be There
Relieve Us Now Of Misery The Wheels Are Set In Spin
In Moments Now The End Begins And Here I'll Make My Stand
To Watch It
Fade Away Fade Away Fade Away
Water Fills The Waiting Earth And Washes It So Clean
Swept Up In The Rushing Waves Now I Feel What I Mean
And I Fade Away Fade Away Fade Away
And I Wash Away Wash Away Fade Away
It Is Starting
There's No Stopping
All's Collapsing
What Is Happening?
Cries To Screams Screams To Cries Cries To Moans
Flesh To Steel Steel To Flesh Concrete To Bone
Water Bled Blue To Red Blood To Water
Led To Here Led To Where? Led To Slaughter
Overwhelming Sound
Swaying Breaking Sound
Wailing Pounding Sound
Cracking Crumbling Sound
Thought I Could Lose The Thought That
Brought Me To The Thought That
Brought Me Here To This Demise
Thought I Could Lose The Thought That
Rules Us All And Believes That
One Must Lose In Order To Find
Though The Storm Inside Me
Gave Me Strength To Be A Mighty River
I Was Still Not The Tide
Thought He Could Free The World And So Free Himself
But He Was His Own Demise
It Is Still The Daylight Comes
But Nothing Moves Not Anyone
Awake My Bent And Broken Ones
And Come Walk With Me
You All Seem Paralyzed
Hollow Bodies Sunken Eyes
But We Have Won We Are Alive
So Come Walk With Me
Walk With Me For I Have Healed Your Pain
I Touch The Ground My Hand Passes Through
But I Feel The Touch Of All Of You
Letting Go I Slip Into The Other Side
And You Walk With Me You Walk With Me
Sent Away To A Place I've Never Seen
No Fears Or Cares Here All Is Serene
Where Did I Fly Away To Where Did I Fly Away?
Millions Of Spirits Have Begun To Gather
In Order To Be Reborn
Millions Of Voices In Unison Chanting
That I Must Lead Them On
I Say "We Must Bring The Oppressor Here
To Seek Solace By Means Of It's End
And We Must Redeem Our Own Selves Here
We Must Be Sure It Has No Life After Death"
We Will Comfort You
We Will Bring You Peace
We Believe In You
We Will Be Released
And Then We'll Fly Away To A Better Time
What We'll Find We'll Wait And See
Is It Machine Or Man Man Or Machine
Every Single One That Suffered
Wants You They Want You
Strange How What I Once Needed They Seek Today
Death Did Not Gain Them Freedom So Here They Stayed
From Within And From Without Revenge Is Ours There Is No Doubt
And In Between That And This Our Oppressor Will Taste The Serpents Kiss

song performed by by ZeroHour
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Very Last Thought

What is the very last thought
that will cross my mind?
Drawing last breath, that thought
not anyone will find.

I'll take it with me
and let it inspire me
to keep me soaring high,
higher than the deep blue sky.

The thought alone is filled with love.
It will not break apart.
It will escape the body I leave behind
and seek a brand new start.

That thought will find its way
and travel to where you'll be
and when it finds its dsetination
that thought will become me.

The question in my last thought
will most probably be
whether or not you'll recognize
that the thought contains me?

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Break My Body

Im the hard looser
Youll find me crashing through my mothers door
I am the ugly lover
Youll find us rolling on the dirty floor
Break my body, hold my bones, hold my bones (3x)
Im a belly dancer
Ill shake forever and Ill never care
Im a building jumper
Roof to roof you see me flying in the air
Break my body, hold my bones, hold my bones (3x)
Somebody got hurt
Somebody get hurt
Somebody got her

song performed by by Pixies
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We Still Have Love...

we start with the tradition of life
we begin as bodies
tasting the fire of the flesh
savoring each moment
of skin and bones
and hair

time has a crucible
it tests us
about what we are
what are our intentions
what is in our hearts

our bodies are taken
the flesh weakens
the fire subsides
the skin loosens from the hold of the bones
the bones crack
the hairs have fallen
into surrender

we have become mere minds
intangible intentions
our hearts lose the sounds of the drums of life

we have no more hands to hold with each other
we have become the wind
we breathe into each other
the love that shall then be forgotten

we have become the sighs of the earth
into the darkness of its nights

what then my love? must we transcend the havoc that life
has caused upon us?
tomorrow, the eyes of death shall stare at us

we must decide
let not any stone of earth
be disappointed

we still have love
beyond and above.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It Happens All The Time

It is strange how sometimes
we can recognise someone instantly
after a distance of years,
yet others we do not recognise at all.
This has happened a number of times to me.
The one I thought I would recognise
I could easily passed them on the street,
yet the ones who are strangers
I recognise instantly.
There is no logic in this,
but it happens all the time.

31 October 2009

poem by David Harris
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Please Be Quiet

He spoke and spoke so many words
and she just silently thought.
He had an opinion on everything.
She listened and then she sought
silence again, just said Amen
to all those words he said,
Soon thoughts came to her head.

She thought about life.
She thought about love.
She thought about
all he was speaking of.
She thought about nights
where silence prevailed.
She thought about days
where the speaking assailed
her ears.
She'd been thinking and thinking
for too many years.
The quietness was peaceful
but now brought her to tears.

For she missed the sound
of all his words.
She missed everything he said.
He was gone and all was quiet
for all his words were dead.
The thoughts were still there.
The words were not.
And what was it he said?
She forgot.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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To the Holy Spirit

Immeasurable haze:
The desert valley spreads
Up golden river-beds
As if in other days.
Trees rise and thin away,
And past the trees, the hills,
Pure line and shade of dust,
Bear witness to our wills:
We see them, for we must;
Calm in deceit, they stay.

High noon returns the mind
Upon its local fact:
Dry grass and sand; we find
No vision to distract.
Low in the summer heat,
Naming old graves, are stones
Pushed here and there, the seat
Of nothing, and the bones
Beneath are similar:
Relics of lonely men,
Brutal and aimless, then,
As now, irregular.

These are thy fallen sons,
Thou whom I try to reach.
Thou whom the quick eye shuns,
Thou dost elude my speech.
But when I go from sense
And trace thee down in thought,
I meet thee, then, intense
And know thee as I ought.
But thou art mind alone,
And I, alas, am bound
Pure mind to flesh and bone
And flesh and bone to ground.

These had no thought: at most
Dark faith and blinding earth.
Where is the trammeled ghost?
Was there another birth?
Only one certainty
Beside thine unfleshed eye,
Beside the spectral tree,
Can I discern: these die.
All of this stir of age,
Though it elude my sense
Into what heritage
I know not, seems to fall
Quiet beyond recall,
Into irrelevance.

poem by Yvor Winters
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My Genes

My genes have just abandoned me
And taken off my son
To far exotic places
Looking for more fun.

They never even warned me
Or said a last goodbye
They thought that they knew better
And o'er the sea did fly.

It really came as quite a shock
This infidelity
But genes care not for feelings
Or nationality.

Their loyalty is suspect
They are quite devoid of spines
To put it impolitely they're
Two-timing little swines.

I just assumed they'd stay here
At least I thought they should
I've carried them for donkeys' years
In flesh and bone and blood.

But soon they'll be Canadian
When from our Kev' they pass
(I wonder if they're thinking
That they'll then be upper-class) ?

I've thought about it quite a lot
And hope that you'll agree
That I should have them back again
But that's not up to me.

My chances of retrieval
Are as walking to the moon
So the only way to catch them
Is to go to Saskatoon.

(Written Dec 1998)

poem by John Carter Brown
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Empty Chairs

I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night
Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright
Beams of blue come flickering through my window pane
Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would
Moonlight used to bathe the contours of your face
While chestnut hair fell all around the pillow case
And the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head
A sympathy bouquet left with the love that's dead
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would
Never thought the words you said were true
Never thought you said just what you meant
Never knew how much I needed you
Never thought you'd leave, until you went
Morning comes and morning goes with no regret
And evening brings the memories I can't forget
Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs
And empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you'd go
Until you did I never thought you would

song performed by by Don McLean
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Olive Eater.

And oh
she said

she was always
saying that

he thought
watching her place

an olive in her mouth
and oh

she repeated
this is not

what I expected it
to taste like at all

and she licked
two of her fingers

one after the other
and quite sexually

he mused
sitting opposite her

in the French cafe
taking in

her bright eyes
and the openness

of her mouth
and the tongue licking

and she said
I thought it’d have been sharper

more exciting
more out of this world

and he thought
how simple she is

how childlike
in her expression

and in the way she utters
her words

and she looked at him
and said

what are you thinking?
What’s going on

in that bright brain of yours?
And he said

oh that would be telling
wouldn’t it

that would be
allowing you

into my head
and she laughed

and sat there
with her wet fingers

just before him
as she waited

to pluck another
olive off the plate

and he allowed his eyes
to settle like butterflies

on her breasts
just momentarily

just sufficiently
to drink in

the beauty there
and she said

do you want one?
Do you want an olive

to eat or suck?
No no

he said
and thought

I’d like another
fresh fruit

to touch
and pluck.

poem by Terry Collett
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Had Thought

I had once thought about killing
But no-one could I ever kill,
I had once thought about robbing
But from no-one could I ever steal,
I had once thought about cheating
But to a love I could never cheat
I had once thought about lying
But to no-one could I cause deceit,
I had once thought about my death
But I did not want to die
I once thought about depression
But no longer did I want want to cry
I once thought about using
But no one could I ever use
I had once thought about abusing
But then to no-one could I ever abuse.
In my life I had these thoughts
As they would entered into my brain
But when they entered into my soul
From them all I did refrain.
I know what's right from wrong
And that truth can or will never change
Excuses instead of truth cannot be accepted
And sins cannot change their name.
Those ideals will still enter into my mind
Especially when temptation I had sought
But I will stay a virtuos and truthful man
When it comes to sins and lies, I too had thought.