Trinity
Even the sleeping genes learn
from their crashes with needles in eyes.
A candid house chooses to fade
after thinning of a blessing.
Legacy of a heretic
lives, dragging down the cracked joints
of a frozen mirror. The wild lips kissing
a tiger on mouth in black night of dancing spirits.
The raging bull decides to goad a raped
girl on white daisies of abandoned bed. All
the dead hunters start cheating the bandages
of a wheelchair, the trembling asteroids
start dispersing in cryptic dark. The world
ends with a kill, mourners lay wreaths and hand
out the cyanide capsules for future onslaughts
on the waking eyes.
poem by Satish Verma
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Dancing In The Dark
Written by n. chinn & p. gurvitz
We were dancing
Dancing in the dark
Sweet romancing
Somethings gonna start
He stepped into the night
With his heart open wide
I was standing there
With nowhere left to hide
He looked to me like a shadow
Moving in the night
Then he took a hold of my hand
In the soft moonlight
And we were dancing
Dancing in the dark
Sweet romancing
Somethings gonna start
I could hear his heartbeat
Pounding in the night
I could feel his body
Starting to be kind
With his soft red lips
Made up my mind
His soothing kiss
Was all I desired
And we were dancing
Dancing in the dark
Sweet romancing
Somethings gonna start
We kissed and touched
But it wasnt enough
To stop this wheel of fire
One step at a time
And I knew he was mine
We were lost in the heat of desire
And we were dancing
Dancing in the dark
Sweet romancing
Somethings gonna start
No way
No way at all
To stop us moving closer
Each look in his eyes
Made my heart beat in time
Over and over and over and over
And we were dancing
Dancing in the dark
Sweet romancing
Somethings gonna start
And we were dancing
Dancing in the dark
Sweet romancing
Somethings gonna start
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Pig Heaven
A floating frenzy covered in weeds hes a house of power send that boy to heaven---tie them all down in the field they wander and decay a mass of flesh go fade away invisible rythyms they rip ac
A pale face engines start a cranking black sheep race-- goodbye--goodbye--goodbye--goodbye--the only good one is a dead one the only good one is a dead one--its a silent night when the shotgun starts to wave but as always in the end theres nothing to really save eyes that dont see beyond the pain they run so grab a neon jesus and have some fun---goodbye---goodbye---goodbye---goodbye---that girl she try but she cannot help it big jane sex walk in a frozen game call it what you will but pig is its name now where did it all begin screeching my reflection pro jection strip highway crying for rejection goodbye---goodbye---goodbye---goodbye---what it is from that day he was one as one dead - I was told to let the truth be known blackmail angels on tobacco road innocent bitch queen run to dance alley now she hang s lo
Ose figurehead valley---goodbye---goodbye---goodbye---goodbye---one more time treasure the world its all there is what a waste now tie them all down in the field they wander and decay a mass of flesh go fade away invisible rythyms they rip across a p ale-face engines start a cranking black sheep race - goodbye---goodbye---goodbye---goodbye---one stop get on board its time - pig heaven.
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Being a Tiger, Being a Bull
I was born in 1962, the year of the tiger
In the chinese astrological callendar
but in the Zodiac wheel of time
I'm a Taurus, a bull by design
A man with a purpose, by his own admission
hard, yet soft, but never a remission
I'm understanding, romantic, peaceful at heart
sometimes hard deaded, that's the Bull from the start
But I'm happy for who I am
a very possitive and gentle man
and trust me, it's not so cruel
when at times I'm a Tiger, and others a Bull.
(Charlie Vergara/06.11.2009/1395)
poem by White Tiger
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The Tango
Lips tremble
like sentinels
when legs burn like candles
whole night,
in the pocket a grenade explodes;
a girl gets raped in broad day light
to receive a compensation
under a leaky roof of frozen hunger:
the emptiness in bed
stirs a grain, a deemed birth of catastrophe
one classical tragedy begins
a lighthouse shuts when the ship sinks,
let us go on the bank to find the needles –
to start a dialogue with the moon,
when the tide comes
it will throw some heroes
SATISH VERMA
poem by Satish Verma
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Ride The Tiger
I want to ride the tiger
I want to ride the tiger
It will be black and white in the dead of night
Eyes flashing in the clear moonlight
I want to ride the tiger.
Its like a tear in the hands of a western man
Tell you about salt, carbon and water
But a tear to a chinese man
Hell tell you about sadness and sorrow or the love of a man and
A woman.
I want to ride the tiger
I want to sail through the risin sun for you and you
We got something to learn from the other side
Something to give, we got nothing to hide
I want to ride the tiger.
Black wants out of the streets
Yellow wants the country
Red wants the country back
And white wants out of this world
Sing - sing to the sky
I want to ride the tiger
I want to ride the tiger.
Look to the summer of seventy-five
All the world is gonna come alive
Do you want to ride the tiger?
Its like a tear in the hands of a western man
Tell you about salt, carbon and water
But a tear to an oriental man
Hell tell you about sadness and sorrow or the love of a man and
A woman.
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
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The Serpent
Dark night, planets are set
Creator prepares for the dawn of man
Youre waking up, the day of incarnation
Said youre waking up to life
Images he made to love
Images of gods in flesh
Man is wonderful, very wonderful
Look at him
Beware the future
Here is my world and its waiting for me
Paradise before my eyes
I am alive in a new born world
This heaven will always be mine
Im waking up, the day of man has come
Im waking up, the day of man has come
And God created man from dust
With a soul inside his mould
And God created womankind
The vessel of satans hold
Creator made the serpent wise
Evil in his tempting eyes
Man is wonderful, very wonderful
Look at him
Beware the future
Here is my world and its waiting for me
Paradise before my eyes
I am alive in a new born world
This heaven will always be mine
Im waking up, the day of man has come
Im waking up, the day of man has come
Dark night, planets are set
Creator prepares for the dawn of man
Youre waking up, the day of incarnation
Said youre waking up to life
Here I stand a child in a lonely world, oh no
Watch the serpent tempting me to evil
The guiding hand will help me on
Guiding hand will help me on
The guiding hand will help me on
Guiding hand will help me on
song performed by by Genesis
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Snow-White (Part 6)
He took her in his arms wanting to kiss her for the last time and to kill himself,
Someone told him to hit her in the back with his hand, it was a voice of an elf.
That piece of apple came out of her throat and Snow-White came back to life.
The prince held her again in his arms and couldn't stop kissing his future wife.
The wedding was set for the next day, and her mother was invited as well.
She told the king ''This evening we go to the wedding and I feel like hell! ''
‘'Mirror, on the wall, who in this land is fairest of all? '' Queen wanted to know.
‘'You, my queen, are fair; it is true, '' replied the bad mirror through its glow.
It closed its eyes saying, ''The young queen is a thousand times fairer than you! ''
She was so o'ertaken that she couldn't speak, she saw at least that her eyes are blue.
So jealous she was thinking of the young queen that she dressed herself in black,
But no one noticed any difference and she saw in her mirror the deadly crack.
She has quickened her heart with a cup of hate and a very sarcastic remark,
''All white is not always white due to its mask, when white keeps it dark''.
They put a pair of iron shoes into the fire and she had to put them on and dance,
She couldn't stop until she danced her death and the end of her Gothic romance.
Against the black of the winter snow, the white is still melting in Spring.
A blue sky above us may defy all odds, when its silence may precisely sting.
Against the white of the moonlight glow, the black may have its own sense,
But in front of the power and the money's show, love is always a false pretense.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Black Mirror
Black Vs White
White Vs black
the mirror is against me
Or am i against the mirror?
we ARE the black Vs white
we are the dawn, battling the night
we are the stars in the evening sky
and we are the blood spilled in the hollow, dark night
we are brother and sister
Relatives yet foes
we will destroy each other
for you can't have one without the other
you look at me
i know your story
we will each scream in pain
and scream for glory
and watching the blood spill down your skin
i clutch your hand as the light dims
in killing you
i have killed myself
we are each others own personal black mirror
and as we fall down to the grave
i look at you as you try to pray
we may both die
but i have won
for the dark always covers the sun.
and as you cry while i clutch your hand
i whisper in your ear, so only you may hear
Dear brother, brother of mine
you are my black mirror
and now it is time.
poem by Kiele Kane
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Taking Time
i tried to ask myself what are days for
they always equate it with walking and the nights
always with sleep. Some have taken the courage
to redefine the colors.
black need not be dark, and white need
not be waking,
sleep would be pink at times
and twilight blue.
i do most of the thinking at night
when everyone hides in the darkness of their sleep.
there are colors and sounds and scents.
and i begin to love the variations,
the aberrations have become adventures
and no one in the house knows
no one understands what is happening to my
eyelids, my mouth does not speak
and my eyes,
having seen much, have desired days
to be the place for the dead,
the white mausoleums, the scents of the flowers
for the weary.
i sleep and dream at noontime and
nobody is there anymore to
mind. I am alone and i have began to love
this moment.
my day is dark. my night is light.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The white tiger
In the wildness the white tiger is so rarely found
Having a very white colored fur with black deep stripes
It’s a solitary genre wanting no one around
With its retractable claw the white tiger the prey gripes.
It is born from Bengal tiger having round deep blue eyes
Because the Bengal tiger has genes for white coloring
It may be complete white, but may not be different in size
At night it hunts some pigs, cattles and deers for eating.
These double recessive allele in their genetic code
Are the cause for turning up once in every thousand births.
The Bengal tiger becomes white in this natural mode
A great potential for excellence is found in its strengths.
In small areas with concentrated prey it survives
White tigers in the wild live about ten or fifteen years
It learns to be a swimmer when in the water it dives
And runs to catch any prey that in its sight appears.
Maharajah Shri Martand Singh hunted in the jungle
He saw a tigress with four cubs and one of them was white.
With drum beat and trumpet blast he ought fires to juggle
Next day he searched it but no tigress appeared in his sight.
At night the tiger vision is six times better than ours.
Tiger scratches on trees serve as territorial marker.
The stripes help the tiger to stay hidden many hours
And sometimes it fights a new territory to conquer.
The white tiger stripes are always like human fingerprint;
No two tigers have the same pattern of stripes on their fur
Female takes cubs to kill or in prey their teeth to imprint
But before this they are all blind and weigh two or three pounds.
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poem by Marieta Maglas
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Kill The Sun
Its good to have a window on the world
And to live deep in the heart of the beast in the sun
Night after night, I do the same damn thing
Do the weirdness dance, for those who cant
Its getting to the point where I cant take it anymore
Waking up at 3 pm
In a thrashed bedroom, sharp with needles and knives
Reach for the crutches that keep in motion
Vague memories that keep me alive
Like when she used to call me baby
All alone in our room, in the middle of the night
Kill the sun, yes, kill the sun
Kill the sun
Come on, come on, stop the light
Yes, I ve got sunshine
Its a suicide song in the back of my mind
Pure white evilwrapped around my eyes
Yeah Ive got all the cities of light to live in
I dont even want no part
Hard is the fall
Cold is the bite
Kill the sun, yeah come on stop the light...
Kill the night
song performed by by Everclear
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Freed of Most Addictions
My time will not be wasted,
By a dispersing attempted through your rhetoric.
My genes are not compose to be,
In a receivership of it.
My mind has been freed of most addictions.
Although I remain in conference with nicotine.
And I've ridden wild horses determined to throw me off.
But there I stayed to learn lessons.
Some of which were extremely painful and mean.
My time will not be wasted,
By a dispersing attempted through your rhetoric.
My genes are not compose to be,
In a receivership of it.
And none of it no matter how slick,
Is even welcomed here to make a quick visit.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Aurora Borealis
A crystallization of color spreads from the upper regions of the dark sky towards the trembling nipples of the waves. The feathering fringes of clouds fade behind pillars of green light. Transparent curtains tremble every-where. In the arctic temple, the hidden Samson of light shakes the moon-green pillars of the night.
Color these crystals with sudden blood; it is dawn, or else the last consumptive saliva of the dying day. Heartless hard light!
In the crisp light of the frozen tinkling stars, no waters flow. The ice-stars are icebergs in this black ocean. When the green glass cathedrals crash, the light and the pillars of light and the green pillars of moon-green crystallized light are reflected through space and finally settle like sharp blades above the trembling nipples of the waves.
Samson moves in the glass cathedrals. Samson and the bull and Samson and the sun and the sun is the bull and Samson is the sun and is the bull.
Let crackling twigs of green-white light weave fantastic tree-patterns on the mirror of the sea. Let the deceptive sky celebrate the fall of its ice-cathedrals and its icebergs and its ice-stars when darkness hardens the black waters into the sullen black ice-pack of night.
Red Samson the arctic red sun is moving in the groves of green pillars. There is the red tinge of consumptive blood flickering behind the moon-green glass pillars of light. Blood of red Samson, red blood of Samson, the red thief is sprinkling blood on the slanting pillars of the falling sanctuary of light that is doomed to succumb soon to the black ice-pack of night. Then there will be night and, suddenly thrust into dark night, the red sex of the Samson-sun must later rise out of eastern whiteness and destroy the night.
Then the pillars of the black shattered temple of night glow with a white light and a red light of consumptive blood, but again later comes night then again the same Samson as the temples crash each time when the red thief scatters blood on the pillars of the light or the pillars of the night. And the thief is Samson and the red sun is Samson and Samson is the thief and Samson is the sun.
poem by Edouard Roditi
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Another Side of Myself
I hate the girl in the mirror,
she wont ever be good enough,
Shes been crying, her makeup is in smears.
Her cry can be herd from so far away,
But nobody can come if they are frozen,
Or thats what they say.
I hate the girl in the mirror,
Her eyes show too much regret.
Her lifes been too hard to forget.
I hate the girl in the mirror,
as funny as it seems
she moves at the same time i do.
I hate the girl in the mirror
i cant explain how, i cant explain why.
Even if i could i dont know if id try.
I hate the girl in the mirror
Shes too fat,
Her boobs they are too flat.
I hate the girl in the mirror
She waits for me
I wish you could see.
The girl in the mirror,
Looks so real, when i touch her hand
I realized i just touched mine.
poem by Madeson Snyder
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Serpent
Dark nights the planets are set
Creator prepares for the dawn of man
You're waking up, the day of incarnation
Said you're waking up to life
Images he made to love
Images of gods in flesh
Man is wonderful, very wonderful
Look at him
Beware the future
Here is my world and it's waiting for me
Paradise before my eyes
I am alive in a new born world
This heaven will always be mine
I'm waking up, the day of man has come
I'm waking up, the day of man has come
And god created man from dust
With a soul inside his mould
And god created womankind
The vessel of satan's hold
Creator made the serpent wise
Evil in his tempting eyes
Man is wonderful, very wonderful
Look at him
Beware the future
Here is my world and it's waiting for me
Paradise before my eyes
I am alive in a new born world
This heaven will always be mine
I'm waking up, the day of man has come
I'm waking up, the day of man has come
Dark nights the planets are set
Creator prepares for the dawn of man
You're waking up, the day of incarnation
Said you're waking up to life
Here I stand a child in a lonely world
Watch the serpent tempting me to evil
The guiding hand will help me on
Guiding hand will help me on
The guiding hand will help me on
Guiding hand will help me on
Piano and harpsichord sound, song goes into "Am I Very Wrong
song performed by by Genesis
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Incantation
A white well
In a black cave;
A bright shell
In a dark wave.
A white rose
Black brambles hood;
Smooth bright snows
In a dark wood.
A flung white glove
In a dark fight;
A white dove
On a wild black night.
A white door
In a dark lane;
A bright core
To bitter black pain.
A white hand
Waved from dark walls;
In a burnt black land
Bright waterfalls.
A bright spark
Where black ashes are;
In the smothering dark
One white star.
poem by Elinor Morton Wylie
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Sacred to the Memory of “Unknown”
Oh, the wild black swans fly westward still,
While the sun goes down in glory—
And away o’er lonely plain and hill
Still runs the same old story:
The sheoaks sigh it all day long—
It is safe in the Big Scrub’s keeping—
’Tis the butcher-birds’ and the bell-birds’ song
In the gum where ‘Unknown’ lies sleeping—
(It is heard in the chat of the soldier-birds
O’er the grave where ‘Unknown’ lies sleeping).
Ah! the Bushmen knew not his name or land,
Or the shame that had sent him here—
But the Bushmen knew by the dead man’s hand
That his past life lay not near.
The law of the land might have watched for him,
Or a sweetheart, wife, or mother;
But they bared their heads, and their eyes were dim,
For he might have been a brother!
(Ah! the death he died brought him near to them,
For he might have been a brother.)
Oh, the wild black swans to the westward fade,
And the sunset burns to ashes,
And three times bright on an eastern range
The light of a big star flashes,
Like a signal sent to a distant strand
Where a dead man’s love sits weeping.
And the night comes grand to the Great Lone Land
O’er the grave where ‘Unknown’ lies sleeping,
And the big white stars in their clusters blaze
O’er the Bush where ‘Unknown’ lies sleeping.
poem by Henry Lawson
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We Close Our Eyes
We close our eyes
We close our eyes and dream and the world has turned around again
When everybody is running in the big race
And having a good time
Who am I to cast a shadow
Who am i?
I looked death in the face last night
I saw him in a mirror
And he simply smiled
He told me not to worry
He told me just to take my time
Chorus:
We close our eyes and the world has turned around again
We close our eyes and dream and another year has come and gone
We close our eyes and the world has turned around again
We close our eyes and dream ...
And if you come to me
And if you touch my hand
I might just slip away
I might just disappear
Who am i?
And if you think Im worth it
And if you think its not too late
We might start falling
If we dont try to hard
We might start falling in love
(chorus)
Were on the healing path
Were on a roller coaster ride
That could never turn back
And if you love me
And if you really try
To make the seconds count
Then we can close our eyes
(chorus)
We close our eyes and the world has turned around again
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Dancin' With Myself
On the floor of Tokyo
Or down in London town to go, go
With the record selection
With the mirror reflection
I'm dancing with myself
When there's no-one else in sight
In the crowded lonely night
Well I wait so long
For my love vibration
And I'm dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Well there's nothing to lose
And there's nothing to prove
I'll be dancing with myself
If I looked all over the world
And there's every type of girl
But your empty eyes
Seem to pass me by
Leave me dancing with myself
So let's sink another drink
'Cause it'll give me time to think
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance
And I'll be dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Well there's nothing to lose
And there's nothing to prove
I'll be dancing with myself
If I looked all over the world
And there's every type of girl
But your empty eyes
Seem to pass me by
Leave me dancing with myself
So let's sink another drink
'Cause it'll give me time to think
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance
And I'll be dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance
[Scat]
Dancing with myself
Dancing with myself
Dancing with myself
Dancing with myself
If I looked all over the world
And there's every type of girl
But your empty eyes
Seem to pass me by
Leave me dancing with myself
So let's sink another drink
'Cause it'll give me time to think
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance
And I'll be dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance
If I had the chance
I'd ask the world to dance
song performed by by Billy Idol
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Red Eye
I live my life out a suitcase
Catching the red eye
Probably should be sleeping now
Instead I
Stay up at all hours
Until this line can get right
In my head and on the paper
See you later
No bed time
Up before the break in dawn
I’m waking up the rooster
Rest stolen from my eyes
Like carjackers and boosters
I mean looters and the shooters
Running through the streets at night
As the red eye watches them
Pinpointing a steady light
It’s déjà vu,
All over again for me
The nothing always grows
In this never ending story
Of scrambled faces and places
Mixed up with my memory
I thought
The mirror said I
Stood out in a crowd of zombies
With dead eyes
Time for the next flight
I wake up and go to sleep
To start and finish one day
And the calendar makes a leap
But every day is still Monday
poem by P.R. Prosper
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