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Wrinkling

Give me not your style today:
the visceral truth, liberated
from painkillers.

Spying singles out the flesh
after the resentment of torture
to do more wrong;

going away in yesterday
puts the life in apocalyptic shade,
the orange condoles for dark

when I lie still on flames
of sandalwood, setting the sun
bleed in blue eyes

of lonely sea. I am again
sleepwalking on salt lake ready
to draw the boundary of reasons,

the second-hand stitch for the eternal wound.

poem by Satish Verma
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Today is better than Yesterday

Yesterday

Yesterday, I was running with to feet
Yesterday, I was playing with kids
Yesterday, I was kicking the ball
Yesterday, I had it all, all was mine.

Yesterday, I was growing well,
Yesterday, I had it all undercover
Yesterday was my day
Yesterday, my days were

Yesterday, I had a lover, ‘true lover’
Yesterday, promises were made
Yesterday, promises were not kept
Yesterday, I was happy.

Yesterday, I gave him everything
Yesterday, I sacrificed everything
Yesterday, I was a fool
Yesterday, I was dying

Today

Today, I am lying in bed
Today, I am watching hopeless kids
Today, I can hardly move
Today, everything is falling

Today, I am dying in bed
Today, it is all wrong
Today, is not my day
Today, my days are not

Today, I have no one
Today, promises are broken
Today, promises are not
Today, I have no hope

Today, I long for myself
Today, I cry over spilled milk
Today, I am wise
Today, I live

Whatever happened yesterday is not
Whatever was, is not
Whatever was broken can be fixed
Whatever wound are, can be healed
Just need the Perfect Healer

Jesus I know you are! ! !

poem by Sbonelo C Ngcobo
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Arithmetic and values

One boundary hit in an over
Is more than equal to four singles
Scored in an over
And one six hit in an over
Is more than six singles
In an over, to peoples’ eyes.
Values clash with arithmetic.
22.09.204

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Key

Sometimes I have this scary dream
In my head
Apocalyptic scenes
It makes my instincts mad
Surrounded by machinery
The warheads never ever rest
It's an untrustful century
So open up
You hold the key in your hand
Unlock the door to the future
You hold the key in your hand
The end of all the torture
And all the time I wake and scream
Where's a lead
Assassinated hopes
They make my body bleed
We're running out of energy
How did we generate this mess
Made ourselves the enemy
So open up
You hold the key in your hand
Unlock the door to the future
You hold the key in your hand
The end of all the torture
Nobody's there to help - we're just
On our own
The epidemics rage
We rally to the call
We're the leaders of our destiny
It's the only other chance we've got
Why are we unable mentally
To open up
You hold the key in your hand
Unlock the door to the future
You hold the key in your hand
The end of all the torture
You hold the key in your hand
Never say no one told ya
You hold the key in your hand
I hope the message will reach ya
You hold the key in your hand

song performed by by U. D. O.
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On the Boundary

I Love the ancient boundary-fence,
That mouldering chock-and-log.
When I go ride the boundary
I let the old horse jog
And take his pleasure in and out
Where the sandalwood grows dense,
And tender pines clasp hands across
The log that tops the fence.
’Tis pleasant on the boundary-fence,
These sultry summer days;
A mile away, outside the scrub,
The plain is all ablaze,
The sheep are panting on the camps,
The heat is so intense;
But here the shade is cool and sweet
Along the boundary-fence.

I love to loaf along the fence,
So does my collie dog,
He often finds a spotted cat
Hid in a hollow log;
He’s very near as old as I
And ought to have more sense,
I’ve hammered him so many times
Along the boundary-fence.

My mother says that boundary fence
Must surely be bewitched;
The old man says that through that fence
The neighbours are enriched;
It’s always down, and through the gaps
Our stock all get them hence,
I takes me half my time to watch
The doings of that fence.

But should you seek the reason
You won’t travel very far,
’Tis there a mile away among
The murmuring Belar:
The Jones’s block joins on to ours,
And so, in consequence,
It’s part of Polly’s work to ride
Their side the boundary-fence.

poem by Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake
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Don't Want to Give My Shade Away

Don't want to give my shade away.
Today it's too valuable
And it's not easy to just give it.
Like yesterday.
When some would deliver it,
WITH a nose lift!
I only hope they have some left refrigerated.
These are not those times anymore.
Pruddish snobs have pawned their offenses.
Many of them.

I remember when some gave me shade.
And now they don't have it to give away.
They once gave shade as if with them it would stay.
And only 'they' were able to give it.
But their philosophies and mine have changed.
Today I am more selective as to who gets my shade.
And if it has not been earned...
Who ever gets it has to pay!
I am not into that kind of charity.
I've been demoted by those motions.
And now I don't devote my time to those 'giveaways'.

Don't want to give my shade away.
Are you serious?
Some took away my dignity,
So I could afford this!
Today?
It is too valuable.
And it's not easy to just give it.
I've learned to be selfish.
I want to see some remorse.
At least some effect of my willingness,
To intimidate.

'My brother...
We must learn to turn the other cheek.'

I agree.
Close your eyes.
I have a surprise for you.

'Owww!
Why?
Why did you hit me? '

Excellent.
Maintain your training.
One day you will be skilled.
Wait until you graduate into the 'tongue in cheek' arena.
I bit many a tongue on that one!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Flesh Wound

We flew over miles of ocean--be prepared.
I don't have the faintest notion who'll be there.
You underestimated; nobody sympathized.
I think you'll soon feel better once we get inside.
I see the door is open -- Why don't we walk right in?
Let's put our party hats on and let the fun begin!
We should have called and said that we were on our way;
Who would have ever guessed that you'd be so unreachable?
Just another flesh wound--another thorn in my side
Just another flesh wound--another wonder-cure that you tried
Just another flesh wound--another scratch on your hide
Just another flesh wound--another irritation you abide
You know the rumour's going that he was synthesized.
And if we had to dress, I wouldn't be surprised.
I say -- you're so outrageous -- you'll go to number one!
They'll have us both arrested for having too much fun.
Just another flesh wound--another scratch on your hide.
Just another flesh wound--another thorn in your side.
Just another flesh wound--another bruise on your pride.
Just another flesh wound--another paranoia that you hide.
And when she held her nose, she took an underdose.
It was nice to see her completely comatose.
You go first, you're completely debonair;
Let's go dutch -- it's only fair.
Just another flesh wound--another thorn in your side.
Just another flesh wound--a minor injury you dignified.
Just another flesh wound--another unsuccessful suicide.
Just another flesh wound--another curse that you ride.

song performed by by Robert Palmer
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The Life I Live

It has been said that blue is the color of the sky although others may say
Blue is an emotion when someone is close to tears-
Sad, melancholy and disheartened-
I look upwards toward the sky on a sunny day when
I don’t feel sad and blue.
Green is the color of the leaves upon the trees, although
I have heard others say they are jealous- green or envious-
I enjoy the trees, especially in the summertime,
Blown about in a gentle and cooling breeze-
The same leaves turn yellow, gold and orange in the autumn and
Fire blazes a bright red in color-
It is the fire of my spirit that burns
When anger plagues my troubled mind-
Rain falls and puts out the fires but
The rage inside of me is a shade of red that will not be tamed.
I look upward towards the sky on a sunny day,
As the leaves upon the trees rustle in the wind-
I pray for the rain to fall to quench the fury that burns my soul-
I don’t feel melancholy blue or jealous-green-
I have days when I enjoy the colors of the autumn foliage-
But the color red of rage defines the life I live.
Today I glance upward toward the blue sky and the leaves upon the trees-
Today I feel sad and blue and close to tears because
Of the pain that the fire inside of me that is always burning-
If the sun and the trees could laugh and send me good vibrations perhaps
They would cheer me and I could capture the colors blue, green, orange and yellow-
And perhaps even red as being bold and beautiful-
And with these colors I could paint a rainbow upon my horizon and
There would be no reason for anger to smolder my heart again-
I could laugh with the sun at the splendor of the rainbow against the sky of cobalt blue- And glad to say that raging fire of resentment
Is behind me now and I never feel sad and blue because
I have repainted my world with colors of joy, happiness and eagerness
To live my new life beneath that rainbow of contentment.-

Claudia Krizay

poem by Claudia Krizay
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The Lost Ingredient

Almost yesterday, those gentle ladies stole
to their baths in Atlantic Cuty, for the lost
rites of the first sea of the first salt
running from a faucet. I have heard they sat
for hours in briny tubs, patting hotel towels
sweetly over shivered skin, smelling the stale
harbor of a lost ocean, praying at last
for impossible loves, or new skin, or still
another child. And since this was the style,
I don't suppose they knew what they had lost.

Almost yesterday, pushing West, I lost
ten Utah driving minutes, stopped to steal
past postcard vendors, crossed the hot slit
of macadam to touch the marvelous loosed
bobbing of The Salt Lake, to honor and assault
it in its proof, to wash away some slight
need for Maine's coast. Later the funny salt
itched in my pores and stung like bees or sleet.
I rinsed it off on Reno and hurried to steal
a better proof at tables where I always lost.

Today is made of yesterday, each time I steal
toward rites I do not know, waiting for the lost
ingredient, as if salt or money or even lust
would keep us calm and prove us whole at last.

poem by Anne Sexton
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Sleepwalking

I fell in love and
I needed a roadmap
To find out where you lived
So excited now
Sleepwalking, cuz Im sleepwalking
The white trash boys
Listen to the headphones
Blasting white noise
In the convenience store parking lot
I hung around there
Wasting my time
Hoping youll stop by
Cuz Im sleepwalking, Im sleepwalking
A mutual friends parents
Left town for a week
So we raided their liquor stash
And walked down by the riverside
Sleepwalking, cuz Im sleepwalking

song performed by by Modest Mouse
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Soul of Flames

I sit and watch as the flames lick at the bricks
The red, and orange tipped beauty
The tongues of fury lick
As it burns through the wood and metal preforming its duty

The red hipmotizing, the orange bright
I watch the light fill the black
What a wonderful sight
Bringing the memories back

The house falls to pieces as I sit and stare
My tears falling to the ground
My eyes filled whith the flames glare
My tears fall to the ground without a sound

I sit and watch as the flames lick at the bricks
The red, and orange tipped with beauty
The flames swirl and mix
As I sit in silence intranced with love and lust

The flames so wonderful so bright
The night dark as coal
My eyes filled with stars, with light
The flames licking at my soul

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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New Girl

I want a new girl
The kind everybody wants
The kind that shout it out
And then we laugh it off,
Ill be her terrorist
And she will be a looter
Eye of fatima painted on her motor scooter
She puts on eye shadow
A deeper shade,
A deeper shade of blue
And then she gets in bed with you
I want a new girl
Who can show me how to have a good time
And get closer to my lifes design
In the darkness candle light across my face
I feel myself fall into grace and
She puts on eye shadow
A deeper shade,
A deeper shade of blue
And then she gets in bed with you
Man, sometimes I get to feeling so left out
And then Im here again
Im crying in my beer again
Loneliness closes down like a jail,
This is a lonely tale,
Im singing in my jail cell
Shes got a smile so wide
It eats the pain
The pain Im going through
And then she gets in bed with you
Shes brand new, shes brand new, shes brand new
We walk manhattan
In a dark, silver suit
In the blowing wind
No demons persecuted
And in the darkness candle light across my face
In my mind I see...
Shes got a smile so wide
It eats the pain
The pain Im going through
And then she gets in bed with you
Shes brand new, shes brand new, shes brand new
Man, sometimes I get to feeling so left out
And then Im here again
Im crying in my beer again
Loneliness closes down like a jail,
This is a lonely tale,
This is a jail cell!
She puts on eye shadow
A deeper shade,
A deeper shade of blue
Im barely missing me and you
Shes got a smile so wide
It eats the pain
The pain Im going through
And then she gets in bed with you
Oi, oi, oi

song performed by by Third Eye Blind
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Night and Day

Night is bleak and my bed is warm.
Dark is dismal and my home is safe.
Today was torture and happily, I live alone.
The day has ended and I yawn.
The day has ended, but I am holding on.
Today everything went wrong- as it did
Yesterday and the day before.
Nights are dismal and my bed is inviting.
The day is over- I am tired.
I am tired but am trying to keep my eyes open.
I am fighting sleep although
Today was hell on earth.
I can hear voices inside my head saying
“Tomorrow is another day.”
Nighttime is dreary and today was
A fight to stay alive.
Today is over, and I yawn and keep my eyes open.
If tomorrow is another day and
Night is bleak, dark and relentless-
What am I holding onto?
No matter how dismal is the night and
How filled with pain today was-
I cannot let myself fall asleep and awaken, then
Find myself in hell’s brushfire only to
Begin another day…

Claudia Krizay

poem by Claudia Krizay
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Bleed To Death

The long way to the soul recess
be marked by the fine line of sacrifice!"
I seek by any means
Break the walls of inert
Why doesn't anyone?
Bleed to Death!
If you have the blood
Write your name forever
Set your eyes in flames
And bleed to death
Eternal suffer - run over the veins!
Eternal suffer - to the end!
I search anyway
Break the walls of inert
Why doesn't anyone?
Bleed to Death!
Eternal suffer - run over the veins!
Eternal suffer - to the end!

song performed by by Undercroft
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Baby, I'm Gone! (Part Two)

if tomorrow dont come,
then today is the answer.
love is the key,
and hate is the cancer.
every man searches,
for freedom's birthright.
still every man waits
for death to get right.
pushed in the corner,
and ready to fight.
it dont seem to matter,
who's wrong and who's right.

so give me my hat,
i going out the door.
you've got all i had,
there's not gonna be more.
i'm gonna find a land
where men are equal and just.
where the knife's still sharp,
but covered with rust.
where flesh honors flesh
before its ashes to dust.
where you look a man in his eyes,
and shake his hand with trust.

and i'm alone,
still strong,
still waiting for the dawn...
baby, i'm gone!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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This Old Wound

I've been bleeding well from this old wound,
Cleaning it with salt, so it will still feel new.
Sometimes eyes turn black, and sometimes scars are tracks.
But everytime you're gone,
I wish that you'd come back.
And everyone watched me waste myself,
and everyone cheared at last.
And all of them found it comforting.
It's better it's me, then them.
I think I'm doing well from what they say,
They've taken both my belts
And shoelaces away.
But I believe in luck...
I think I do.
Well I believe for sure,
If ever I see you.
've been fanning flames from these old coals.
Feeding them with tender, and hoping they will grow.
And I've been savoring what I can't hold.
A blind belief in goodness
That doesn't seem to show.
And I've been bleeding well from this old wound.
Cleanning it with salt, so it will still feel new.

song performed by by Dashboard Confessional
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One By One

Lord one by one and two by two, I will draw all men Lord, to you,
Lord, to the one and only friend, all men will need come the end.
There’s no greater friend indeed, than one who knows our need,
And He not only knew the cost, but suffered and died for the lost.

I only desire to share The Truth, not concerned of men’s reproof.
And although they may criticize, a word of Truth may open eyes.
All of God’s Truth will be fulfilled, and just as God eternally willed.
Today the words they dispute, one day shall see indeed as Truth.

I pray that their hearts can see, their need they have for eternity,
A need beyond their place of birth, and beyond a temporal earth.
God’s Judgment is sure to come, when all men will see His Son,
And for all who refuse The Truth, they will see His strong reproof,

Until then my Lord I need to be, a guiding Light for all men to see,
And my Lord, according to your will, place my light high upon a hill.
Through your Light Lord I pray, that men will see your eternal way.
The only way men can be assured, of an eternal life with you Lord.

No longer will men see the light, but only a darkened eternal night.
Just like Jude, it is my desire, to snatch some from the eternal fire.
Then Lord one by one, two by two, men shall come to faith in you.
And with their eyes all will see, the home you prepared in Eternity.

poem by Bob Gotti
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Hope and Change

We must be ready in any season, to give others the real reason,
For the hope they sense in us, as we point them to Christ Jesus,
And we must be ready any time, to direct them to God's Design,
For hope that is above this world, as His Truth to men we herald.

The hope and change that we heard, has not at all been unfurled,
Instead of a hope and change, if not worse, things are the same,
For this was not of the Lord's Plan, but, it was that of fallen man,
Providing no hope, but despair, for men and women, everywhere.

Real change comes from above, through God, they speak not of,
As they push a dark emptiness, lacking Truth and Righteousness,
Setting the course for God's enemy, to deceive souls for eternity,
Using men on a political stage, to prepare men for a darker page!

That page right out of Prophecy, from God's Word, for all to see,
Right from the book of Revelation, these men of Satan's creation,
Setting this world for a darker time, that will be of Satan's design,
While he reveals the Antichrist, to change the way all live their life.

Change that shall surely permeate, the entire world fueled by hate,
Hate spread throughout this world, as his dark change is unfurled,
Upon all of the people left behind, given over to that darker mind,
As God's Truth was ignored, dismissing true Hope from The Lord.

But, you can still find that place, in God's Plan through His Grace,
While still in this very present age, before our Lord turns the page,
Receiving Hope in Jesus Christ, being changed by Him in this life,
Placed upon God's eternal path; saved from all the coming Wrath.

poem by Bob Gotti
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All Wound Up

Youve got me all woundup and ready to go
Every night when I see your eyes
You look like no other
Even though the world has all kinds
You can find friends and lovers
Where have you been all my life?
Why did you wait son long? (wait so long)
Ive been lookin every night
Ill be with you from now on
Hey, hey, hey
Youve got me all wound up and ready to go
Hey, hey, hey
Youve got me all wound up and ready to go
If you feel left out in the crowd
You are not the only
You can go where the music is loud
And you wont be so lonely

song performed by by Cheap Trick
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The Candles Are Brought In

Don’t you have the strange vision sometimes
(When a dark penetrates in a house)
Of another existence for us,
Where we live in the other life’s phases?

There, a shade’s softly pressed to a shade,
And such wonderful minute there hovers,
Where as if, through the beams by eyes sent,
We unite our bodies and souls.

We afraid that a word or a move
Would get off this magnificent instant,
As if one puts his ear above
And recalls us to listen at distance.

But as soon as a candle is kindled,
Second world would this minute retire…
And from eyes through the light’s rays inclined,
Shades would run into pale-blue of fire.

poem by Innokenty Fedorovich Annensky
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Things Happen For Their Reasons

Things happen for their reasons.
And there is no need to make excuses,
For the obviousness...
Of those mistakes made.

Things happen for their reasons.
And,
What is there to say...
That can excuse mistakes away.

Stop that need to medicate.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why waste time in prolonged debates.
Thing happen for their reasons.
What is the purpose for seeking escapes.
Things happen for their reasons.
Acceptance eases,
The facing of one's fate.

Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.

Stop that need to feed on grief.
Things happen for their reasons.
Why squeeze a healing wound to bleed.
Things happen for their reasons
They happen for their reasons.

And aging doesn't make one safe.
Or offer escapades as a gateway to charade.
Things happen for their reasons.
They happen for their reasons.