R T A
They didn't see the collision coming
They were always coasting
Never looking with their eyes
Choosing always to stand
On the sideline where people were talking
They were all strangers
Huddled together under a january sky
Bodies spewed their contents
Emptied handbags
Broken cellphones
Some still ringing
While they stood watching
Waiting for someone to speak
Then the yellow coats arrived
sirens wailing lights flashing
Picking through the pieces
Looking for signs of life
No one was prepared for this
This sudden collision
A rainbow of clothes scattered
Blood splattered faces
She asked for her mother
But it was to late.
They gathered up the bodies
Some bundled under red blankets
Some faces hidden
No record of who they had been
Or where they were going
The collision happened
Then suddenly the crowd dispersed
The siren screamed into the distant
Like a last cry
Soon to be forgotten
[some would be later identified by their teeth]
yvette m smith jan 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Head On Collision
I've been waiting for a good day
I've been holding back long enough
I've been hurting to tell you some things
it's not the falling of the temperature
that's making all our bones run cool
it's the breeze you make
the presence felt when you're around me
and it feels like I'm at an all-time low
slightly bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case
and I'm still waiting for a good day
I think I've held this long enough
I think it's safe to tell you some things
it's not just what you say to people
and it's not the way you look at me
it's the way you present yourself
for all your worst critics to see
and it feels like I'm at an all-time low
slightly bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case
then you were gone
you were gone
all this time you just didn't know it yet
you were gone
all this time you just didn't know it yet
you were gone
and it feels like I'm at an all-time low
slightly bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
another tragic case and I've been
still waiting for a good day
still waiting for a good day
song performed by by New Found Glory from Sticks And Stones
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Head On Collision (Acoustic)
I've been waiting for a good day
I've been holding back long enough
I've been hurting to tell you some things
it's not the falling of the temperature
that's making all our bones run cool
it's the breeze you make
the presence felt when you're around me
and it feels like I'm at an all-time low
slightly bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case
and I'm still waiting for a good day
I think I've held this long enough
I think it's safe to tell you some things
it's not just what you say to people
and it's not the way you look at me
it's the way you present yourself
for all your worst critics to see
and it feels like I'm at an all-time low
slightly bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case
then you were gone
you were gone
all this time you just didn't know it yet
you were gone
all this time you just didn't know it yet
you were gone
and it feels like I'm at an all-time low
slightly bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
from our head on collision
I've never seen this side of you
another tragic case
another tragic case of feeling
bruised and broken
anothe
song performed by by New Found Glory
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Head On Collison
Ive been waiting for a good day
Ive been holding back long enough
Ive been hurting to tell you some things
Its not the falling of the temperature
Thats making all our bones run cool
Its the breeze you make
The presence felt when youre around me
And it feels like Im at an all-time low
Slightly bruised and broken
From our head on collision
Ive never seen this side of you
Another tragic case of feeling
Bruised and broken
From our head on collision
Ive never seen this side of you
Another tragic case
And Im still waiting for a good day
I think Ive held this long enough
I think its safe to tell you some things
Its not just what you say to people
And its not the way you look at me
Its the way you present yourself
For all your worst critics to see
And it feels like Im at an all-time low
Slightly bruised and broken
From our head on collision
Ive never seen this side of you
Another tragic case of feeling
Bruised and broken
From our head on collision
Ive never seen this side of you
Another tragic case
Then you were gone
You were gone
All this time you just didnt know it yet
You were gone
All this time you just didnt know it yet
You were gone
And it feels like Im at an all-time low
Slightly bruised and broken
From our head on collision
Ive never seen this side of you
Another tragic case of feeling
Bruised and broken
From our head on collision
Ive never seen this side of you
Another tragic case
Another tragic case of feeling
Bruised and broken
Another tragic case and Ive been
Still waiting for a good day
Still waiting for a good day
song performed by by New Found Glory
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See All Her Faces
(jim stratton / alexander ryan)
Here she comes
Here she comes
Ribbons flying from her half-forgotten hair
Look at her run
See what the world and love have done
See all her faces
See all her faces
Look in my eyes
That she is me
I cant disguise
See all her faces
Ah, ha, see all her faces
Im looking for someone
Of the gentle kind
Knowing that looks can lie
Looking for someone
Is he there to find?
Or should I run on by, ah, ha
Here she comes
Here she comes
Shadows sadly chasing
Every step she takes
Look at her now
She needs love so much more somehow
See all her faces
See all her faces
Look at my life
The wasted years
Each a knife
See all her faces, ah-ha
See all her faces
Waiting for someone
Who will set me free
Passing the time too fast
Waiting for someone
Is that where hell be?
Or should I run right past? , hmm
There she goes
There she goes
Somehow making me and all her faces sad, oh, oh
Ba, da, ba, da, ba, da, ba, da......
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Collision
Collision, my mission,
When the dawn breaks
With a handshake
Relaxed and feelin great
Screeching head on, head on, head on
Im needing a head on, head on, head on
Screeching, head on, head on, head on
Im needing a head on, head on, head on
All the days plans
All the shaken hands
Beepers and suntans
Screeching, head on, head on, head on
Im needing a head on, head on, head on
Screeching, head on, head on, head on
Im needing a head on, head on, head on
Collision, my mission
Head on, head on, head on, head on
(sample of people talking)
When the dawn breaks
With a handshake
Relaxed and feelin great
Collision, my mission
Head on, head on, head on,
Head on, head on, head on,
Head on,
Head on,
Head on
song performed by by Faith No More
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Till The End Of Time
Broken promises, broken hearts
I keep my chin up
as if nothing's happened
As if you never left
I'll stand here waiting for you
till the end of time
As I'm standing here I'm wondering
If you feel anything at all
We've been here what feels like
Our whole lives
Sharing inside jokes, sudden nothing
Suddenly you're gone like a whistle
on the wind
Nothing happened a couple of hours ago
it's all in my head
But deep down I know
That I'll stand here waiting for you
till the end of time
I'll accept your apology
On one condition- you understand
That we've been like this what feels like
Our whole lives
Sharing inside jokes, sudden nothing
Suddenly you arrived, that whistle
Came back from the dead
But I'll stand here waiting for you
Till the end of time
Noiceless voice...
Are the razors sharper than your words?
No, your words are sharper,
as it cuts the heart,
without any incision.
Is the lightening the result of collision?
Yes, after every collision,
the electrifying lightening,
flash the mind then and there.
Do suppressed human have voice?
Yes, they talk to themselves,
with noiseless voice,
that has to be heard.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Unread
Unread the faces in the street
That cross and cross the path
Where they meet, and do not meet
The eyes unseen
There, there are windows without souls
But two feet mark the spot
And on they go
casting their lot beneath them
Like an afterthought
Can you see the lines in her skin?
See the colour fading from his hair?
The old lady in the street who talks to her imaginary friend?
The lover and the stranger
Share the same seat in the park
Exchanging looks and numbers
The old man with a parting centrefold
'I grow old I grow old'
Do you see these unseen things?
The automatic gestures?
The tarnished rings?
The bell that tolls?
Ringing in the godless?
Ringing in the godly?
They all share the same seat
Break bread
But do not speak
Or see
The wonder of their skin
The same blood shared
The same hunger
Just beneath the all seeing
Unseen eye
The window without a soul
The souless window
All pressing in
crossing paths
line upon line
Written on skin
faces without maps
Feet without direction
catching the last bus home
After 'callling time'
So much crowding in
So much being alone
yvette smith june 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Beautiful Collision
What a beautiful collision
Things that go bump in the night
With such beautiful precision
Fate could create you and I
Do you know what it means
To abandon your dreams?
To leave with the storms rolling by
How the clouds on this day
Come to take you away
Til you're gone gone far away from me
Beautiful beautiful night
What a beautifully dangerous ride
What a beautiful day we could hardly complain about
What's going on in the sky
What a beautiful collision
Things that go bump in the night
With such beautiful precision
Fate could create you and I
Do you know what it means
To abandon your dreams?
To leave with the storms rolling by
How the clouds on this day
Come to take you away
Til you're gone gone far away from me
Beautiful beautiful night
What a beautifully dangerous ride
What a beautiful day we could hardly complain about
What's going on in the sky
Move with the strangers
That pass through your days
If someone by chance
Should call out your name
When you're lost in the places you don't care to stay
A blinding romance to blow you away
song performed by by Bic Runga from Beautiful Collision
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Romantic Collision
In my mind lies a thought
a wonderful assumption
of an imaginary bump
so delightful and ecstatic
coming across my dream love
in such romantic collision.
With a passionate apology
a reciprocating handshake
mind blowing flashback
placing the familiarity
of your captivating beauty
in our once but lost
thrilling encounter.
A look of love at second sight
getting acquainted again for love
a steady gaze at charming eyes
getting carried away by lust.
Taking you back to past events
our long nice romantic stroll
of intense feelings being expressed
pleading then to be just a friend
when schooling split us up to part,
having to see your face no more
I've longed and longed and waited still
for such nice romantic collision.
Making sure we part no more
and having you all by my side
fixing up fast a date with you
with hope to see you once again.
A sweet share of intense feelings
and lovely share of sentiments
having such a sweet assumption
hold on realistic manifestation
of such nice imaginary passion
becoming but a true love story
of a sweet nice romantic collision.
poem by Dowell Oba
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Johannesburg
There are mini-bus taxis everywhere
hooting, swerving, stopping anywhere
and people on the street
shouting to each other
as if they are not
in talking distance,
but as if everybody is deaf.
Some hawkers are selling
sweets, cigarettes and newspapers
while others are cooking maize,
porridge and eggs.
Youngsters stand next to
parking meters showing
open parking spaces
and demanding money
to watch vehicles parked there.
Some hobos sleep
in tattered blankets
and smell of wine
and liquor and the sick
sweet odour or retching.
Prostitutes walk up and down
street corners in mini skirts
and t-shirts
with nipples showing through
and have hello smiles
plastered across their faces.
Some gum sniffing children
beg at traffic lights
with twisted arms and legs
and other beggars
have posters wishing you well
or telling you to go to hell.
People queue in lines
waiting for busses
and some stand smoking
while they talk
and businessmen, lawyers,
soldiers, secretaries
are walking quickly past
with briefcases, satchels,
and handbags
and on the sidewalk
there is urine,
blood, vomit, some rotting food
and smoked cigarettes
and everywhere signs
of a city in a country
that is falling apart.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Whenyou Are Tired And Simply Want To Be Home
as i drove the car last night
i passed by the thick crowd of people
in a big circle
the old yellow bus stopped and
some motorcycles were
blinking their lights
the ambulance finally arrived
in short seconds
two bodies of bloody unconscious
males were hauled away
blood flowed again on the floors
of the night
i did not know who they were
what they did and what they dreamed
from where they were
the women that loved them
... i am not interested
i am tired of this routine of
deaths almost every night
i guessed another alcohol caused
mishap, perhaps
i always wanted to be back home
and it was already late at night
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lost
The loss began out of sequence
Not quite inevitable
As the measure of a grief
At least in the procession
The pall bearers
The expenses
This loss
Outrode the cold cadaver
lying stiff like a stuffed doll
Half resembling a loved one
Casket ajar
Somewhere in the living room
By the armchair now empty of him
No this happened, long after he was gone
The loss happened
Out of sequence
When walking down a road with a familiar name
Took you by suprise
When walking backwards towards home
You return to find a dumb child
Jamming a key into a different lock
This was not your block
You lost the familiar scent of it
The room
The place
The time
The reason had left you
A blank
Uncertain
NAMES NO LONGER MADE SENSE
And you belonged to no one
No mirror could tell you who you were or are
No shopping mall assistant could escort you to safety
Only a waiting car
Left with the remains of you blank eyed
sad child wasted
With a few coins in yor pocket
It happened out of sequence
And suddenly
Arriving in a white landscape
The light almost erased you
Nothing could have prepared you for this
All maps signs roads names homes places faces
Strange
No use now
More alien this isolated slow death of you
Wishing
One last dance
One salvaged heart
From the wreckage
Of all losing him
This last slow circuit
Squeezing out the last ebb and flow of light
yvette smith april 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Irresponsible
Speed!
Weathered
Slippery roads
High speed
Popped a wheel
Tyre burst
Screech driver shocked
Trying to stabilize the car
Breaks screech
Screams from side-walk
Collision
Pile up crash-crash
Glass shattered scattered
Screams squashed fleas
Running feet
Police sirens
Ambulance
Cars stopping
Check out this metal mess
1,2,3 car pile-up crash
Painful moans
Face bashed
In smashed windscreen
Nose broken
Blood oozing
H-e-l-p!
Petrol running
Race against time
Bystanders praying
Rescue workers
Jaws of life!
poem by Persian Khushi
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Crash Bang
Speed!
Weathered
Slippery roads
High speed
Popped a wheel
Tyre burst
Screech driver shocked
Trying to stabilize the car
Breaks screech
Screams from side-walk
Collision
Pile up crash-crash
Glass shattered scattered
Screams squashed fleas
Running feet
Police sirens
Ambulance
Cars stopping
Check out this metal mess
1,2,3 car pile-up crash
Painful moans
Face bashed
In smashed windscreen
Nose broken
Blood oozing
H-e-l-p!
Petrol running
Race against time
Bystanders praying
Rescue workers
Jaws of life!
poem by Persian Khushi
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I Do Not Love You
I do not love you
Except that you are loved by somebody else
I do not love you
Nor do I love myself
Or love, love
And so I do not love you
Or me
Or somebody else
Therefore I go 'unloved'
Into a limping world
Full of all possibilites of
Pain
There in that gallery of tortured faces
Strangers on a train
Shoulders scraping past
Like a field full of unloved sheep
I go unloved into the menagerie of loveless birds
Without a song
Nameless in unbelonging
Forgotten traces of a life
I trudge amidst the wreck and ruin
Of a vacant heart
Not because you do not love me
Nor because of somebody else
Who may or may not, hide a sweet affection for me
Somewhere, (hidden)
Secretly named love
Nor in a hot clime
or under a cool sky
Winter displeases me, not!
Nor summer neither
Love is not on th cards
Not up for debate
Not waiting in the wings
Nor prompting with a cue card
I love you not for any reason
Other than I forgot
The beginning of the line
But if you should forget me,
I would have forgotten first
That bud that never sprung
That bird dried out of song
And stuffed sitting on my sofa
Like my mother in law
(Joke)
So you loved me not
I know not who or why
you loved somebody else
And where I came into the equation
So let's leave it at that eh?
poem by Yvette Smith
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Grand Central Lonely
At Grand Central 'lonely'
The workers are all going home
Leaving the dregs of the day
The littered side streets
The delinquent and the hobo
And the street musician
Those who are oblivious to time
Who move in and out of it
With drifting thoughts
More lonely than lonely?
These are the silhouettes
Leaving scattered patterns
Of broken stars
Their long forgotten
[ encores ] ]
Some twist and turn
Some shatter into dust and light
And in the sudden shift, dance with the living
colours cascading down bright rivers
Into a monet or a still life
In one last
'As if to say all men are born alone
They will depart this way'
Yet we who have the' light of the living'
Who shake the dust off the dregs of the day
Who hold no candle for the lost
But carry the same solitary journey
In punctuated arrivals and departures
Have we forgotten that god is in their eyes?
They leave no traces
But in their dreams,
Are they not the angels who have come to warn us?
yvette smith march 2009
poem by Yvette Smith
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Peace In A Palace
'You were weeping in the night,' said the Emperor,
'Weeping in your sleep, I am told.'
'It was nothing but a dream,' said the Empress;
But her face grew gray and old.
'You thought you saw our German God defeated?'
'Oh, no!' she said. 'I saw no lightnings fall.
I dreamed of a whirlpool of green water,
Where something had gone down. That was all.
_'All but the whimper of the sea gulls flying,
Endlessly round and round,
Waiting for the faces, the faces from the darkness,
The dreadful rising faces of the drowned._
'It was nothing but a dream,' said the Empress.
'I thought I was walking on the sea;
And the foam rushed up in a wild smother,
And a crowd of little faces looked at me.
They were drowning! They were drowning,' said the Empress,
'And they stretched their feeble arms to the sky;
But the worst was--they mistook me for their mother,
And cried as my children used to cry.
_'Nothing but a whimper of the sea-gulls flying,
Endlessly round and round,
With the cruel yellow beaks that were waiting for the faces,
The little floating faces of the drowned.'_
'It was nothing but a dream,' said the Emperor,
'So why should you weep, dear, eh?'--
'Oh, I saw the red letters on a life belt
That the green sea washed my way!'--
'What were they?' said the Emperor. 'What were they?'--
'Some of them were hidden,' said the Empress,
'But I plainly saw the L and the U!'
'In God's name, stop!' said the Emperor.
'You told me that it was not true!
_'Told me that you dreamed of the sea gulls flying,
Endlessly round and round,
Waiting for the faces, and the eyes in the faces,
The eyes of the children that we drowned._
'Kiss me and forget it,' said the Emperor,
'Dry your tears on the tassel of my sword.
I am going to offer peace to my people,
And abdicate, perhaps, as overlord.
I shall now take up My Cross as Count of Prussia--
Which is not a heavy burden, you'll agree.
Why, before the twenty million dead are rotten
There'll be yachting days again for you and me.
Cheer up!
It would mean a rope for anyone but Me.'
_'Oh, take care!' said the Empress. 'They are flying,
Endlessly round and round.
They have finished with the faces, the dreadful little faces,
The little eyeless faces of the drowned.'_
poem by Alfred Noyes
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An apology
If I have grieved you, I am sorry
I didn't see you there
I watched instead
The rubbed out face of a picture
Dissapearing into rain
On the side of the road
A man kneeling
Bent with a broken crayon..as if in prayer
If I didn't see you
I am sorry
I have known the shifting clouds
The moving on
The change of postal code address
The uncertainty of where to belong
I have lost these things,
The fixtures and the 'fittings'
But never the name
If I did not see you
I was lost
In the undone faces
nameless
Certain that I have never known you
I have one question to ask
'do you know me?
Would you take the time?
Named/ nameless
Outside, in
Looking
Unseen
There is a thin fence between us
Only dreams
In the same space
And the same time
On either side
where something is missing
yvette m smith july 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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Foghorn
There was an eerie silence
as the fog cloaked around us.
The foghorn bellowed
like some prehistoric monster’s roar.
In the distance, another foghorn wailed
as if echoing the first monster’s call.
On deck eyes peered into the white cloak
looking for some dark looming shape.
The foghorns blew almost simultaneously.
The thick blanket prevented anyone
from seeing anything.
The throb of the engines like a mighty heartbeats
echoed in everyone’s ears.
Again, a foghorn bellowed
like some distant monster’s roar.
Then as a dark shape loomed from the mist
and its mighty heartbeats rang out in everyone’s ears.
As it approached, there was panic in their eyes.
A collision at sea would cost many lives.
It was bad enough in fine weather,
but in a fog where no one could see
the disaster would be catastrophic.
Everyone braced themselves
for the collision to be.
Except for the mighty heartbeats
of the giant behemoths of the waves,
silence covered all.
Slowly the dark shapes passed one another
and were once again
swallowed up within the fog.
29 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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