The Elixir Of Life
Without love
there is nothing
and life
is nothing
but
a brackish
bland
muddy
insipid slop.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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MuDdY......... wAtEr............! !
MuDdY......... wAtEr............! !
Pouring muddy water?
I clean my self
Again he throws
Muddy water
I throw him out again
There walks a new person
Sprinkles little mud around
I dust them here n there
And I walk towards life
He stops me there
I turn back at him
He splashes the muddy water
I wash them again with
With waters of tears!
Words of apology
Gestures of forgiveness
He takes my crying face
And paints me again
Again with muddy water
No tears this time
Its blood I use again
To clear the muddy water
And I limit the days I want to live
In distress he pats my pats my back
With his right hand
But alas he was staining me
With his left hand
Muddy water was it again
I clear my seat
I tidy myself
Painstakingly not with
Brush nor broom
But with scalpel and knife
Cutting and chistlling
Callous and critical
Every inch of my individuality
But still he would silently take me
Take me to the corners of love
& again teem me with muddy water
There I attempt to kill myself
& he pacifies me again
With explanations of muddy water
Now I know scrubbing and scouring
Will never help
Virtuous and untainted
Spotless and shipshape do I wannu be
But its muddy water this lfe
So i`l go beneath heaps of mud
Cause however much of muddy water
Muddy water he pours
I`l be mud all the time
My blood minced in mud
My bones decayed in mud
My flesh sink in mud
Every cell of mine
Crumble into the muddy mud! !
poem by Dr DHANA LAKSHMI
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Gestapo
You had life so easy...
You thought you were the chips and cheese.
And you mocked,
Those who were not!
You thought it a breeze,
To do just what you pleased.
And you shopped...
'Til you dropped.
You stole what you had,
And you thought it would never stop.
When you thought your life was threatened...
You would call the cops.
Now that things have turned around...
A mess is all you've got,
To show.
And you know...
Your back's broke.
A gestapo is on the march.
Soon to knock on your door...
With a broom and mop.
To clean up your slop!
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!
And the ones who sit on stoops...
Will be grouped,
And pooped from pushing.
'Lock step! Mops! Push! '
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!
You had life so easy...
You thought you were the chips and cheese.
And you mocked,
Those who were not!
But...
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!
'Lock step! Mops! Push! '
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!
And the ones who sit on stoops...
Will be grouped!
And pooped,
From pushing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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From the Top to the Bottom
From the top to the bottom,
There were those who chose to stop...
Actions they believe were made,
By those who went against the grade.
No matter if that grade,
Had been all about 'shade'.
From the top to the bottom,
There were those who were just rotten.
With nothing on their minds,
But themselves all the time.
And believing they had power...
To stop tick tocking from a hanging clock.
From the top to the bottom,
There were gobblers who loved robbing...
Anything they thought had meaning,
And to smear it with their scheming.
With no scruples in their 'noggin'.
And sipping on mischief like it was eggnog.
From the top to the bottom,
There were crooks and there were snobs...
With their noses in the air!
But no empathy is shown to come,
From anywhere.
Now find their lives blocked,
And going no where.
From the top to the bottom,
They are slipping off roofs...
Into muddy ruts.
With no boots or shoes,
And on their butts out of luck...
Singing the blues!
From the top to the bottom,
Slickers sliding in slop!
From the top to the bottom,
And it's done nonstop!
From the top to the bottom,
Slickers sliding in slop!
From the top to the bottom,
And it's done nonstop!
From the top to the bottom,
Now the bottom's got 'em shocked!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slop They Dropped
Move from a tainting of a game maintained,
To have people painted to sustain a gain.
With a mopping up slop that's enjoyed alot.
But the cleaning of it up,
Will be theirs nonstop.
To mop up slop that's enjoyed alot.
But the cleaning of it up,
Will be theirs nonstop.
Move from a tainting of a game maintained,
To have people painted to sustain a gain.
With a mopping up slop that's enjoyed alot.
But the cleaning of it up,
Will be theirs nonstop.
Sticky fingerprints all over the place.
With a hoping that in time they will be erased.
And unhappiness appearing on faces now chased.
Those who mopped up slop they enjoyed alot.
But the cleaning of it up,
Is now theirs nonstop.
Those who mopped up slop they enjoyed alot.
But the cleaning of it up,
Is now theirs nonstop.
Those who mopped up slop they enjoyed alot.
But the cleaning of it up,
Is now theirs nonstop.
Sticky fingerprints all over the place.
With a hoping that in time they will be erased.
But the cleaning of it up,
Is now theirs nonstop.
It's too late to move from a tainting game,
To have people painted to sustain a gain.
'Cause the cleaning of it up,
Is now theirs nonstop.
It's too late to move from a tainting game
To have people painted to sustain a gain.
'Cause the cleaning of it up,
Is now theirs nonstop.
Tainting people's names to sustain a gain,
Has other people mopping up the slop they dropped.
Tainting people's names to sustain a gain,
Has other people mopping up the slop they dropped.
Tainting people's names to sustain a gain,
Has other people mopping up the slop they dropped.
Other people now mopping up a slop.
Slop they dropped.
Slop they dropped.
Sticky fingerprints all over the place.
Slop they dropped.
Slop they dropped.
But there's no hope in time they will be erased.
Slop they dropped.
Slop they dropped.
Sticky fingerprints all over the place.
Slop they dropped.
Slop they dropped.
But there's no hope in time they will be erased.
Slop they dropped.
Slop they dropped.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brackish Water
I heard something I never could have thought would ever exist
Coming home was only a myth
I saw something cant make it up but could never forget
Seeing only what the water reflects
Seems all right, should have known
I dont care if youre not alone
In the brackish waters of home
Reasoning what I had lost
Watching the ? rain falling down
Where we went around
Falling to brackish sound
Trees and the crabgrass only look covered by time and the moss
Hoping for the time we had lost
Seems that now Ive had my say, should never be ?
Coming home was always a joke
Reasoning what I had lost
Watching the washington rain falling down
Where we went around
Falling to brackish sound
song performed by by Gin Blossoms
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Push Push and Pop It
Push push and pop it!
Don't keep it bottled up!
Or you will dropp like slop to mop.
Leaving specs and pieces left,
To kick and knock your 'ouch' about!
To needle and pick!
You gotta stop it.
To needle and pick!
You gotta stop it.
To needle and pick!
You gotta stop it.
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin'
Push push and pop it!
Don't keep it bottled up!
Or you will dropp like slop to mop.
Leaving specs and pieces left,
To kick and knock your 'ouch' about!
Push push and pop it!
Don't keep it bottled up!
Or you will dropp like slop to mop.
Leaving specs and pieces left,
To kick and knock your 'ouch' about!
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin'
You can refuse to feel remorse or guilt.
And let forgiveness handle it!
No need to flip your lid or top.
Learn to love yourself a lot.
If this is not done...
How can you expect others to start.
You don't have to play a part...
Of that panic brewing in your heart!
Denying it is there.
Just...
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin'
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin
Push push and pop it!
Don't even try to stop it.
Just...
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin'
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin
Push push and pop it!
Don't even try to stop it.
Push push and pop it!
Don't keep it bottled up!
Or you will dropp like slop to mop.
Push push and pop it!
Don't keep it bottled up!
Or you will dropp like slop to mop.
Push push and pop it!
Push push and pop it!
Push push and pop it!
Push push and pop it!
Inspired and Dedicated:
To all my Hip-Hop lovers and friends,
Of the mooovement!
Peace Up!
L
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Black Muddy River
When the last rose of summer pricks my finger,
And the hot sun chills me to the bone,
When I cant hear the song for the singer,
And I cant tell my pillow from a stone,
I will walk alone by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own,
I will walk alone by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own.
When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain,
And the stars start to splatter in the sky,
When the moon hits the southwest horizon,
With the scream of an eagle on the fly,
I will walk alone by the black muddy river,
And listen to the ripples as they moan,
I will walk alone by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own.
Black muddy river, roll on forever,
I dont care how deep or wide, if youve got another side,
Roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll.
When it seems like the night will last forever,
And theres nothing left to do but count the years,
When the strings of my heart begin to sever,
And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears,
I will walk alone, by the black muddy river,
And dream me a dream of my own,
I will walk alone, by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own, sing me a song of my own.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Vapid
blah blah blah
that is what i hear about you,
a bland taste of life,
kind of bromidic
attic,
tongue clichéd,
becoming a conventional cornball,
what have we become but
dull as dishwater,
feeling so dumb,
an everyday humdrum,
you feel for flat-footed,
an expression so hackneyed,
ho hum
insipid insect,
more of mundane,
d- noplace,
an old hat of grandpa,
papa's pabulum,
plain pedestrian,
partly platitudinous,
a square-faced tribesman
a check that has gone stale,
a well cut stereotyped pattern,
laughing stock,
stupid cupid,
tired, tripe, trite,
unimaginative,
watery eyes
wishy-washy
panty.
ok, just go back to vapid.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Big Muddy
Billy had a mistress down on a and 12th
She was that little somethin that he did for himself
His own little secret didnt hurt nobody
Come the afternoon hed take her wadin
Waist deep in the big muddy
Waist deep in the big muddy
You start out standing but end up crawlin
Got in some trouble and needed a hand from a friend of mine
This old friend he had a figure in mind
It was nothing illegal just a little bit funny
He said cmon dont tell me that the rich dont know
Sooner or later it all comes down to money
And youre waist deep in the big muddy
Waist deep in the big muddy
You start on higher ground but end up crawlin
Well I had a friend said you watch what you do
Poison snake bites you and youre poison too*
How beautiful the river flows and the birds they sing
But you and I were messier things
There aint no one leavin this world buddy
Without their shirttail dirty
Or their hands bloody
Waist deep in the big muddy
Waist deep in the big muddy
You start on higher ground but end up somehow crawlin
Waist deep in the big muddy
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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The Lover's Debt
Never again feeble soul to fall,
One more time in life,
Those misty roads of love,
Alone in the rough,
Ruined is the soul.
The soitude may heal,
My wounds and all my heart tears,
May revive the love fears,
Away from love,
May I can survive,
The strain and the pain,
Love ruined in vein,
All that behind left,
After the brackish love is went,
The pain through the vein, and this is the lover's debt,
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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If You Love
Chorus
If you love
You know youre gonna feel the hurt
See the flowers
Growin from the muddy earth
You never see the sun
Youre never gonna feel the rain
With your life under glass
In the middle lane
Youll never feel the joy
Never feel the pain
Chorus
Try to build a house on top of the highest tree
Its dangerous and a bit risky
But what about the view
See the clouds and the mountains too
Chorus
Get your hands dirty
Get a little insane
Come out and play with me
Barefoot in the rain
If you love
You know youre gonna feel the hurt
(feel the joy, feel the pain)
See the flowers
Growin from the muddy earth
(you see the sun and then you see the rain)
You never see the sun
Youre never gonna feel the rain
With your life under glass
In the middle lane
Youll never feel the joy
Never feel the pain
If you love
You know youre gonna feel the hurt
(feel the joy, feel the pain)
See the flowers
Growin from the muddy earth
(you see the sun and then you see the rain)
If you love
You know youre gonna feel the hurt
Growin from the muddy earth
(feel the joy, feel the pain)
Never feel the pain
(you see the sun and then you see the rain)
song performed by by Howard Jones
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It Does Not Matter Anymore
one gets used to it
a bland food one gets used
to blandness and it does not
matter anymore whether bland is
bland or not
one suffers the tastelessness
of routine like a road without a bend
where mountains are there and they
are there without anymore significance
to you whether they cast shadows or not
whether they are tall or leveled
whether they can obstruct or they
can make you pass through
if there is a wall you stop
and you cannot pass you turn around
and find another path
it does not really matter
whether it is a lie or truth
what matters most is
this journey that you are taking
and that soon it must be over
without destruction without hurting
those who must remain
those who are still holding their
wineglasses to wait for another cheer
how many years more? it does not matter.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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River Of Love
(Sommers)
All of my life I've been so happy while I have had you by my side.
Now you say you're gonna leave me for to become someone else's bride.
Oh, the river of love it has gone muddy and the flowers, they are dying on the shore.
And the blue skies have all turned to darkness and the nightingale will sing no more.
What can I do to hide my sorrow, what can I do to ease the pain?
How can I keep these tears from falling? Oh, darling, won't you come back home again?
Oh, the river of love it has gone muddy and the flowers, they are dying on the shore.
And the blue skies have all turned to darkness and the nightingale will sing no more.
Tomorrow I will take you to the station, I will see that you're safely on that train.
When the Two-Nineteen has parted, I'll never ever see your smile again.
Oh, the river of love it has gone muddy and the flowers, they are dying on the shore.
And the blue skies have all turned to darkness and the nightingale will sing no more.
And the blue skies have all turned to darkness and the nightingale will sing no more.
song performed by by John Denver
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Thawed Out Meat Left to Sit
I've got to jump out of this box,
And detox.
Without stopping!
As I dropp those things I like a lot!
To explore something new.
That for me would be eye popping.
I've got to jump out of this box,
And detox.
From a groping overdose,
I've allowed to turn to slop!
Comfort zones I must leave alone.
With values condoned...
Rusting into a dust.
I must seek out what I have not!
I must have forgotten...
Thawed out meat left to sit,
Can become rancid.
Offensive!
Leaving a taste on tongues,
Not accustomed to what is decisively rotten!
I've got to jump out of this box.
And detox.
From a groping overdose,
I've allowed to turn to slop!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Man made devices.
Woman:
Than when under my insipid handling,
The sensation I got was far exciting
When I was raided in bed by a lad.
Man:
Than when under my insipid handling,
The sensation I got was far thrilling
When she took mine in her fist and did.
Woman:
Than when under his wild penetration,
The sensation I got was far sleeping
When he moved with his tongue instead of his.
Man:
Than when under clutch of her lower mouth,
The sensation I got was far stupefying
When she got me by her upper mouth.
Man made devises are substituting,
Ventilating and exhilarating
In the place of natural devices.
03.10.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The oldest profession
I have seen her on several occasions.
Once at a bus stop, in a crowing narrow street or may be in front of a crowded pub.
She belongs to everybody it seems.
The sole breadwinner who fights with life survives her whole family
It seemed her Crown prince has disappeared mysteriously.
She knows very much about true love and the exact depth of wicked life.
So, you need not to bargain.
She has to go back to her slums as the loved ones wait at the threshold.
Please let her lives and do not ask her name.
Just call her sister when you are taking a brackish kiss.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Muddy Water
I spend most of my life with this guitar
Playing my songs
Playing the role of a juggler
Hard and long
My pieces of this puzzle my life
I can't fit together
I seem shattered, and darkened down weather
Lost forever
See no one
No guest of my reflection been drawn
See no one, no one, no one
So don't stir up this dirt in this puddle and settle at the bottom
Unfortunately I done stepped my foot in muddy water
I try and pace my steps in an ordinary fashion through the doorway
Unfortunately I done stepped my foot in muddy water
I rolled over on nickels
Rolled and got out
I just kept on walking
Not knowing who I was
Where was I scarred and bleeding
Through blurred vision I saw freshened lines
Across the horizon
I was out of my skull, I was torn, I was tired
See no one
No guest of my reflection been drawn
See no one, no one, no one
So don't stir up this dirt in this puddle and settle at the bottom
Unfortunately I done stepped my foot in muddy water
I try and pace my steps in an ordinary fashion through the doorway
Unfortunately I done stepped my foot in muddy water
So just down another shot it's just one more ache in the morning
Take another hit it's just one more cell you'll be killing'
Have another beer it's just a few more words you'll be yelling'
Go have your self a ball
And take two of these and call me in the morning
So don't stir up this dirt in this puddle and settle at the bottom
Unfortunately I done stepped my foot in muddy water
I try and pace my steps in an ordinary fashion through the doorway
Unfortunately I done stepped my foot in muddy water
Water, water
song performed by by Nine Days
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Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.
quote by William Congreve
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Muddy Mississippi
Chorus:
I can hardly see my face in the waters of the muddy mississippi
But I can see the shadows of the cotton wood standing over me
The morning sun would find me
Swinging from the rope thats hanging free
And I drop in to the waters
And go swimming in the muddy mississippi
A boy came to the delta
And we would swing together from that tree
I could see my dreams in his eyes
As he held on to me
Swinging in the sunlight
Loving in the shadows
Wild and free
And I made him promise he would take me
Down to new orleans
Bright lights of the city made my red dress and shoes look brand new
While he worked the night shift
I turned on and I turned loose
I lost my pride I lost my man
I did things a girl like me shouldnt do
Now I cant face this living
With the swelling signs of new life
Showing through
I can hardly see my face in the waters of the muddy mississippi
But I can see the shadows of the cotton wood standing over me
The morning sun would find me
Hanging from the rope thats swinging free
And Ill swing for the last time over the waters
Of the muddy mississippi
Yeah the muddy mississippi
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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