Awakening
Beyond life
glimmering aurora
awaits
Blinded
by brain dead
Motionless
but breathing
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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Brain Dead
Turn me off
Pull the plug
Leave me with some dignity
I am not
What I was
And I dont need the sympathy
Alive inside me
No one can hear me
Brain dead
Im not
Brain dead
Sentenced
Forgot
Paralysed
In my shell
Enduring every
Endless day
Immobilized
On my back
Aware of everything
They say
Extricate me
Eliminate me
Brain dead
Im not
Brain dead
Drip fed
Forgot
I cant blink my eye or cry
Or even speak
They crowd around my bed
Condescending words are said
Thinking I dont hear or know
What is going on - hello!
Cant you suckers hear my cries
From inside Im still alive
Its my decision to abort
Turn off the goddamn life support
Let me pass
From this world
So I fade away in peace
Comprehending
Unrelenting
Brain dead
Im not
Brain dead
Sentenced
Forgot
Brain dead
Im not
Brain dead
Drip fed
Forgot
song performed by by Judas Priest
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All This I Am This Creation In Me
ALL THIS I AM THIS CREATION IN ME
All this I am this creation in me
Says I can go on writing forever
Always finding new meanings
To live by-
But how do I know when
Suddenly or not, it will end
And this brain mind me
Will cease to be able
To say or see
Even one coherent sentence?
Life is life
Until it ends in Life or in Death
Please God
Let me die
Without being dead in mind while still breathing-
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Blade Is A Space
Between life and death
Awaits a blade
And a man awaits in decision
The midnight
The stars above
Awaits with a loud laughter
To cheer up the defeat...
Pranab k c
Edited on 01/08/2012
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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To A Butterfly (2)
I'VE watched you now a full half-hour,
Self-poised upon that yellow flower;
And, little Butterfly! indeed
I know not if you sleep or feed.
How motionless!---not frozen seas
More motionless! and then
What joy awaits you, when the breeze
Hath found you out among the trees,
And calls you forth again !
This plot of orchard-ground is ours;
My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;
Here rest your wing when they are weary;
Here lodge as in a sanctuary!
Come often to us, fear no wrong;
Sit near us on the bough!
We'll talk of sunshine and of song,
And summer days, when we were young;
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.
poem by William Wordsworth
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I Vex Me Not With Brooding on the Years
I vex me not with brooding on the years
That were ere I drew breath; why should I then
Distrust the darkness that may fall again
When life is done? Perchance in other spheres--
Dead planets--I once tasted mortal tears,
And walked as now among a throng of men,
Pondering things that lay beyond my ken,
Questioning death, and solacing my fears.
Offtimes indeed strange sense I have of this,
Vague memories that hold me with a spell,
Touches of unseen lips upon my brow,
Breathing some incommunicable bliss!
In years foregone, O soul, was all not well?
Still lovelier life awaits thee. Fear not thou!
poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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Blinded By A Lie
I got the information from a friend last night
And it looks so very different in black and white
I was part of the second party, that was me
Signed away my life, really couldnt see
* blinded by, blinded by a lie
Blinded by, blinded by a lie
I know its just the price you pay
I know youre nothing
* repeat
Now you listen closely, dont you go away
Theres a cut of something, in what I have to say
You keep the full deck from me, mr. percent
Through the legal jungle, whos the one thats bent?
* repeat
I know its just the price you pay
I know youve nothin to say
And oh boy every dog has its day
I know youll be the one to pay
[instrumental]
And now I see that I was
* repeat and fade
song performed by by Ufo
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Today...
No sound is lovely to ear today
No sight pleases the eyes
Time seems to be moving
To the dead end
That is just few days
Long to reach
Birds chirpings today are
Just keeping the silence
The silence of the still water
Which inspite of living
Is motionless
No morning is there
For tonight forever
These moments seems
To be an everlasting phase
Without any cease
Such haps never occurred to me before
Then y today
The world seems so far to me
Like living without life
Breathing without air
Words without alphabets
Sun without sunrays
Moon without shinness
Nature without greenery
Rainbow without colours
My life has lost its fade
In no light tonight
Y today
The world seems so far to me
poem by Kriti Krits
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Alpine Traverse Each Step Victory Won
can you feel throb at back of skull?
can you feel vice tightening on head?
can you feel ache behind eyeballs?
can you feel ache behind cheek bones?
can you feel ache in spine back?
can you feel ache tightening in legs?
can you see weary grey fatigue?
can you push on push on push on?
life awaits over the next mountain ridge
life awaits over the next grueling summit
life awaits past the next mountain pass
life awaits past winter in mountain meadows
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Shaken Awake From A Deep Sleep
when falling sands have fallen all
sands of death wait to claim us all
even so we pass as course is plotted
we live we grow we dance then dead
yet that which was dead God can awaken
resurrection awaits from dead all are shaken
wherever you may fall you life is finally taken
angels will journey there Christ will come awaken
poem by Terence George Craddock
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O Sad
i was so sad
on my love...
with a life
i was dead
my dead is
with a breathing
with a walking
with a working
with a eating
with a crying
not for trying...
that
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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A Buddhist Christmas
sitting on the bed
with my old blind dog...
breathing in, breathing out...
breathing in suffering,
all the suffering of the hungry,
the homeless, those in prison....
those ravaged by war....
of the lonely, those filled with despair,
the angry, the fearful, the lost....
breathing in deeply,
wrapping it all in snowlike stillness...
and then breathing out....
breathing out compassion,
total, unconditional, free compassion...
the oneness that feels every feeling,
hurts with every hurt,
prays with every need....
not judging, not holding back,
asking for nothing in return...
just breathing out....
and listening with gratitude
to the heartbeat of my faithful dog...
to the heartbeats of all that live...
lost inside life itself!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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One Day Someone Will Say The Same Of Me
The hearse through the main street is passing slow
With the funeral cars following in a single row
Is the dead person a he or a she?
One day someone will say the same of me.
And did that person die young or old
And will her or his life story be told?
To the departed that does not matter 'twould seem
As the dead do not have a sense of self esteem.
The funeral towards the cemetery winds it's way
Up through the main street at noon of day
But on the cortege shoppers no interest show
As in and out of shops they go.
The dead from the Land of the living gone
But life for the living must go on
And the same fate surely awaits you and I
As the dead person in the hearse going by.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Breath Life Into Me
Your breathing life to me.
Don't you see its exactly who I wanted to be.
A world so small and I'm on top of it all.
To the fullest here it comes.
Your breathing life into me.
Don't you see its exactly who I want to be.
Angel of my nightmares.
Destroying all the despair.
Happiness is in the air.
Weather the storm.
Riding in my rust bucket of a ship.
When it sinks, can I swim?
I was on the brink but now.
Your breathing life into me.
Don't you see its exactly who I want be.
The truth has traveled so far.
Page tattered and torn.
With wisdom so worn.
Breath life into please oh oh oh please.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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We Are Alive In The Moment Of Death
We are the nocturnal nightmares of fear induced
We are fear by which hope is reduced
We are the dead and the living the same
We are the board when your life is the game
We are as children hung from a rope
We are as children in fear of lost hope
We are the dead and the living the same
We are the board when your life is the game.
We are the silence of all that is night
We are the shadows scared of the light
We are the dead and the living the same
We are the parasite worms in your brain.
We are the killers of true passion in love
We are the angels of Hell’s mansion above
We are the wings upon which devils may fly
We are the fear and the tears that you cry
We are the dead and the living the same
We are the parasite worms in your brain.
We are the moon as we are the sun
We are the end and the story begun
We are the dead and the living the same
We are the board when your life is the game.
We are the children who beat you at school
We are the teachers that deem you a fool
We are the rotting as we are the fresh
We are alive in the moment of death.
poem by David Lacey
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Bad Brain
I used to be an A student
I never used to complain
I used to be a truant
But I'm still the same
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain
I used to go to parties
I used to drink champagne
Now I'm beginning to feel the strain
Bad bad brain
I used to be in show biz
I used to have fortune and fame
I used to have pleasure and pain
I used to have a name
Bad bad brain
Now I'm on the Bowery
I can't remember my name
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain
Bad bad brain...bad bad brain...
song performed by by Ramones from Road To Ruin
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I the Assasinor
Today, too I am loaded with gun,
To kiss the person to the dusk of his life,
I always get worried when the trigger starts telling me,
'Come on, press me shoot the man.'
And, I have to press, as it's my job.
It's my work to make living fresh flesh to motionless corpse,
Else I cannot make my living,
Nor can I feed my family,
Today again I pulled the trigger,
Shed tears after making a body motionless,
No, its not crocodile's tears which means victory,
But, the tear is of sympathy,
Sympathy not for the dead man,
But for myself because due to his death my family is fed.
poem by Sambidhan Acharya
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Open Wounds
My mind switch by blade, the return of a queen, awaits - My brain shocked with chemicals, can never fade - Not by a tree, not in her shade - I climb the impossible, never a hill - Death and her legions, torture souls for the kill - I do not defend the lost, never defeat the dead, your spirit will be, the cost - My heart of stone, protected by a cage of ribs - Feelings so unconcious, i want to scream. am i trapped inside a butterflies dream - My veins streams with blood, spilling from my arms, a cut - Open wounds rapped with dirty stiches, my brain smacks my fearfull wishes - I stand on the moon, i blow kisses to earth - I am bend around the knife, which acts as a spoon
poem by Unic Cjonr
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My Inspiration
He died from a massive
insult to the brain,
from alcohol poisoning: Dylan Thomas.
I say he was already dead
and couldn't stand to go on breathing.
So he put an end to it the only
way he knew how.
Poisoning: slow, so if you're reluctant
you can bide your time and ease into it
You know, cross that line between living
and dead.You can do it and not even
be aware that you've done it.How easy.
The only question is why?
But I already know why.
New York City...the where.
I know: the how
and the why
and the where.
He was really murdered you know.
He was condemned by committee
and sentenced to death by poisoning.
There was a general consensus to refuse to mourn
the death of a child by fire.
poem by Midnights Voice
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Breathing
Outside
Gets inside
Through her skin.
Ive been out before
But this time its much safer in.
Last night in the sky,
Such a bright light.
My radar send me danger
But my instincts tell me to keep
Breathing,
(out, in, out, in, out, in...)
Breathing,
Breathing my mother in,
Breathing my beloved in,
Breathing,
Breathing her nicotine,
Breathing,
Breathing the fall-out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out in.
Weve lost our chance.
Were the first and the last, ooh,
After the blast.
Chips of plutonium
Are twinkling in every lung.
I love my
Beloved, ooh,
All and everywhere,
Only the fools blew it.
You and me
Knew life itself is
Breathing,
(out, in, out, in, out...)
Breathing,
Breathing my mother in,
Breathing my beloved in,
Breathing,
Breathing her nicotine,
Breathing,
Breathing the fall-out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out in,
Out in, out in, out in, out...
(out!)
In point of fact it is possible to tell the
(out!)
Difference between a small nuclear explosion and
A large one by a very simple method. the calling
Card of a nuclear bomb is the blinding flash that
Is far more dazzling than any light on earth--brighter
Even than the sun itself--and it is by the duration
Of this flash that we are able to determine the size
(what are we going to do without? )
Of the weapon. after the flash a fireball can be
Seen to rise, sucking up under it the debris, dust
And living things around the area of the explosion,
And as this ascends, it soon becomes recognisable
As the familiar mushroom cloud. as a demonstration
Of the flash duration test lets try and count the
Number of seconds for the flash emitted by a very
Small bomb; then a more substantial, medium-sized
Bomb; and finally, one of our very powerful,
High-yield bombs
What are we going to do without?
Ooh please!
What are we going to do without?
Let me breathe!
What are we going to do without?
Ooh, quick!
We are all going to die without!
Breathe in deep!
What are we going to die without?
Leave me something to breathe!
We are all going to die without!
Oh, leave me something to breathe!
What are we going to do without?
Oh, god, please leave us something to breathe!
We are all going to die without
Oh, life is--breathing.
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Moth In The Incubator
Something in you, it jitters like a moth
And I see that your arms are out to god
And oh, they kill you when they talk
It makes a mountain peak seem little when its not
Your incubator is so tight (2x)
Ive been born before, Im pretty used to it
Brain-dead is always all there is
So embryonic its all right (2x)
Ive been born before, Im gettin used to it
Brain-dead is how it always ends
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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