The Anodyne
Unmasked inside,
we play the games of a torch
the living legend,
great beauty of dirty thoughts.
A twin drama unfolds.
the icon burns and a wealth
of praise drowns the priest.
Now death dance begins.
Neither immersion nor
the float ends the relationship.
The hunger leaps
to death from top floor.
Life is ripped apart.
The swarm of vultures descends,
mating of news begins.
The anodyne is spread on the wounds.
Room to room,
the liquidation begins; of faces, of spots.
A cruel joke is repeated
every day relentlessly,
I wait for the transformation of beginning,
of the ending.
The light to fade and
god to taste like a hot bun.
The dangling doors must close,
for a while to motivate the dreams.
poem by Satish Verma
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Death Dies Again
It was death himself
at my swords tip
shocked at his predicament
unaccustomed as he was
to insouciance
and unfamiliar he was
with his own impending ending.
How do you tell Death that
his own death comes?
He said.
'How am I to meet
alls end this way
when I am the very symbol
of the terminus;
the end for all and the other many? '
'Tell me how I am come to this end;
the irony of my own dead death
now near? '
'Death must die' I said
as life itself begins'
'Its not so mysterious Death
to understand.
You are not the end but
my own beginning
and I am life's insistence at the beginning;
that coming to the fore
youth moving to sure
and steady borning.
'That is the cycle of all things, '
I said.
'You die death;
not a sad departing
but my own new beginning.
'How sad' Death said
'I understand your glib reckoning
but my death to me is personal
and while the Great Cycle
to you is mesmerizing
for me it is my fully sensed ending.
Endings are personal and while
loves I've known
have found new loves
it has not
and did not
obliterate
old love's ending.
And that is I.
Old loves die
and their death
is not erased
by new love's
beginning;
they fade
away amid the sad
sighings
we hear at night
when alone
in our beds
in the dark
crying.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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What Ending?
Could not hold it, put it down.
TIME.
The words forget you, pass by.
You remain standing on the brink.
Now, now, where to go?
Time avenges, walks on you
and you cannot catch the breath,
to fill the space between life and death
life will not move, death will not stop.
If not ready to live, death will not look like you
you will not look like death.
World changes every thing,
when seeing stops, listening begins
losing threads of me, between you and me
between me and you.
Something grows out of the mud
a new star.
Begins from end, the ending
of beginning. No ending, no beginning.
Timeless, faceless, nameless
groping in void, to catch the alphabets
Peaks are very frightening
Then where is the end? No end.
This is the end.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Journey
when you can look
in the mirror,
and see your self naked
without running like hell...
the journey begins!
when you can look
at your every action,
judging your self honestly
by motive and intent...
the journey begins!
when you can give away
all that you cling to
without asking for anything
in return...
the journey begins!
when you can do the right thing
irregardless of the cost,
not caring what anyone says
or thinks...
the journey begins!
when you can see the faces
of God in the people you
despise the most, the ones
who've hurt you the most...
the journey begins!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Once That Letting Go Begins
Once that letting go begins,
There seems to be such freedom to admit...
Every aspect of pain and sorrow inflicted,
And held within, lifts.
Without anxiety...
One is freed!
A comforting peace is released inside.
And it no longer is important...
To keep conflicts kept.
With a brewing of embitterness,
Left denied one attempts to hide.
Once that letting go begins,
A forgiveness ends those mental mindblocks.
A healing mends.
And a bruising abuse comes to a stop.
Once that letting go begins.
Illnesses of all kinds fade,
To then be dropped.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Season Of Loving And Dying
i
the season of loving
is the song in the morning
you keep humming
because the love last night
was so warm
ii
on the next season
comes that of the dying day
when things are kept inside
for fear that others may steal them from us
when we lock the doors and windows
when we light a candle
in the darkness of our souls
when we seek sleep
because light begins to hurt
our eyes
when we take shelter on dreams
because reality begins
to hurt
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fascination
Death fascinates;
Life can be cruel.
Death is my morbid but most-loved obsession.
Life is hard-
I am out of control.
Death is my relationship to reality-
Life is not fair.
Death is an entity of beauty, though
Life is strange…
Death is veracity, although it can be
The facet of my delusions-
I live my life while
Thoughts of death are so often invasive.
Death is mysterious, and
Life is a river refracting light-
Death is dark but intriguing.
Life is amazing.
Death in turn- is amazing as it can be.
I live my life in a dream world.
Death is indeed mysterious, although-
Life
Is
Stranger…
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Why Death
tell me why you fear death,
you call it the end.
an enternal void of no escape,
a pit of pain and sorrow.
quit showing such ignorance an fear,
cowarding in a corner as you cry,
'please leave me be death.'
how it sickens me.
everything has a beginning and an end,
life begins with birth,
and ends with death.
so tell me why death is allowed to be enternal,
when birth is so short.
poem by Sebastian Awa
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Hey Girl, I Am Here. Here
the twilight's sunshine permeates the room,
it shines over you, making your smile so irresistible,
and i saw an angel.
as the song begins to play,
your foot too started to move so lightly,
there you would sway,
dancing with no flaws.
on this dance floor, this is where you belong,
your moves so gently, matches the song perfectly,
you close your eyes, indulge in the music,
your hem coincides the floor like the leaf sailing on water's surface,
under this dazzling sunshine, embosom with this lovely song,
so beauty a dance i have ever behold.
every steps you take tell a story of yours,
manifesting such graceful nature you possess,
enchanting all your acquaintances.
you hum along the dance,
smile on your face had never once fallen,
and this is paradise.
if i could be the other half that is barely tolerable,
and only i could join in your dance,
to hold you in my embrace,
we shall dance to the end of our stories.
The Lonely Man
he finished reading a poem
by frost
sips his coffee
and looks to the sea
from his window
inside a room
with a locked door
alone
in order to forget
he begins to caress himself
he begins to do
what he does
with his own
flesh
his imagination
must save him
from the wrath
of his
failure, his guilt
his sin.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In morals what begins in fear usually ends in wickedness; in religion what begins in fear usually ends in fanaticism. Fear, either as a principle or a motive, is the beginning of all evil.
quote by Anna Jameson
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Book Of Dreams
Im standing in the backyard
Listening to the party inside
Tonight Im drinkin in the forgiveness
This life provides
The scars we carry remain but the pain slips away it seems
Oh wont you baby be in my book of dreams
Im watchin you through the window
With your girlfriends from back home
You re showin off your dress
Theres laughter and a toast
From your daddy to the prettiest bride hes ever seen
Oh wont you baby be in my book of dreams
In the darkness my fingers slip across your skin
I feel your sweet reply
The room fades away and suddenly Im way up high
Just holdin you to me
As through the window the moonlight streams
Oh wont you baby be in my book of dreams
Now the ritual begins
neath the wedding garland we meet as strangers
The dance floor is alive with beauty
Mystery and danger
We dance out neath the stars ancient light into the darkening trees
Oh wont you baby be in my book of dreams
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Like A Stone
On a cold wet
Afternoon
No room for love and emptiness
By a freeway
I confess I was lost in the pages
Of a book
Full of death
Reading how well die alone
And if a God will lay to rest
Anywhere we want to go
In your house
I long to be
Room by room
Patiently
Ill wait for you there
Like a stone
Ill wait for you there
Alone
And on my death bed
I will prey
To the gods and the angels
Like a pagan
To anyone who will take me to heaven
To a place
I would recall
I was there so long ago
The sky was bruised
The world was black
And there you led me on
In your house
I long to be
Room by room
Patiently
Ill wait for you there
Liek a stone
Ill wait for you there
Alone
In all I read
Till the day was gone
And I sat in regret
In all the things Ive done
For all that Ive blessed
And all that Ive wronged
In dreams till my death
I will wonder on
In your house
I long to be
Room by room
Patiently
Ill wait for you there
Like a stone
Ill wait for you there
Alone
Alone
song performed by by Audioslave
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Cry
Cry love
Cry war
Cry innocence
That is lost forever more
Cry joy
Cry thief
Cry Beautiful
That is just beyond belief
So I...
CHORUS
Cry at the end
Cry 'cause it all begins again
Here you are and so am I
And we cry
Cry alone
Cry to me
Cry freedom
Then let yourself be free
To shed tears
That have to flow
To hold somebody close to you
And then let them go
CHORUS
Cry at the end
Cry 'cause it all begins again
Here you are and so am I
And we cry
Cry peace
Cry hate
Cry faithlessness
Then just have a little faith
CHORUS
Cry at the end
Cry 'cause it all begins again
Here you are and so am I
And we cry
Try to be true
Try 'cause we're only passing through
Here you are and so am I
And we cry
CHORUS
Cry at the end
Cry 'cause it all begins again
Here you are and so am I
And we cry
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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For death begins with life's first breath And life begins at touch of death.
quote by John Oxenham
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Inside Beauty
It's not in the mirror
Or on the outside
For you to see
It's in the inside and
It's visible for all to see
It doesn't matter,
How pretty you are
Because inside beauty
Is only skin deep
It's beneath layers
Of skin muscle and bone
It stands alone
It's all you need
Not name brand clothes
The inside makes you
Yeah it's true
The heart, lungs, and brain
Are all inside of you
There are other important parts too
When the body begins to age
It isn't just
Looks that fade
A body begins to wrinkle
It looks different to people
Inside beauty never fades
If it changes with age
It gets better with time
Like a fine wine or like
A valuable painting's worth
There's nothing like it
On the planet earth
poem by Tameeka Smith
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186,000 Miles A Second
Light begins from within
Light begins with a belief
Light begins when we see without sight
Light is simply electricity mixed with sincerity
Light can be humanly explained but inhumanely detained.
poem by Jeff Rushton
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A Life Of Love
The day is gone
A light is shattered
My heart falling to the ground
The love so cold it hurts to breathe
I fear my love is gone for good
My life splits, i start to bleed
A light in the distance calls my name
I see my baby in the sky
Our hearts collide my love returns
My bleeding heart begins to heal
At the heart love begins and ends
One day ended my life is gone
A night begins my life returns
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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The Opposite Begins
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
People known to create conflict,
Seek an attention they don't get...
Until,
The opposite begins.
Opposition steps in.
They pretend a trust to believe,
To have others perceive but...
The opposite begins,
For them.
Wake up and take notice,
That the opposite begins for them.
Those who charade innocence.
The opposite begins for them.
Those masking evil intent.
The opposite begins for them.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one agitated,
Finds an exit and splits.
But then,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
Well,
The opposite begins.
The opposite begins.
And...
That one who's had it,
Splits and runs into love...
To know the opposite begins,
When someone genuine comes in...
To view.
They want it quick.
And...
When one has had it,
With a havoc that misfits...
To then see someone who genuinely fits,
Well...
The opposite begins pursued.
Oh yes it does.
An opposite begins pursued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The End With No Beginning
The End With No Beginning
you tell me
the beginning of your music
has no end
you tell me
your music is eternal
I tell you
the end of my music
has no beginning
I must tell you
my music ended
when yours began
my music ends
when yours begins
my music will end
definitely and decidedly
and elegiacally
when your music will begin
your heart is already singing
a sweet love song with no end
eternal bliss
while my song ends
before it begins
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poem by Suchoon Mo_
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January
Start wooing with all the clocks chiming,
Slip the slippery seconds around earth,
And dance with the skies in celebration,
All from pulse to breathe, and to new birth.
January, the first light of another year,
And the glory of that maiden orbit,
Wake silently from golden dust to appear,
A long time coming; we had known it.
After taking down the decorations,
Give chances for the changing course,
To breathe New Year’s resolutions,
And as it grows, given hope a chance.
A brimful of dreams watches all doors opens,
Letting hope in and visions lets out more,
But so long as January defines what begins,
It has the key to mingle with pleasure.
January stands steep in splendor passing by,
Spectra of the seasons towering head,
And hung the gem of lights to guide the sky,
With stars bright and glittering away they fled.
And float midway in opportunity abound,
To such deep measure on thrushes of rapture,
Upon fair winds January is known in all the land,
From drifts to snowy clefts and sunny sphere.
The wakening realm will come back again,
And life begins new through cold and death,
January is the beginning of the end,
Round the islands it goes in triumphant rebirth.
poem by Gerry Legister
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