Another Betrayal
He was my brother until now,
a trusted friend who shared
a childhood of great dreams
who read the stories of the blood
that could be shared between
two genuine pals, by birth.
Yet he betrayed my trust,
with a disgraceful shame
and lack of plain humanity
to others, it was not to be
that honesty could rule
nor would it now survive.
I do not understand the world,
perhaps I never did,
the knife was twisted
and left in place, deep in
the soul that in the past
would without question
have died for you, my boy.
poem by Herbert Nehrlich
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Salt For Your Wounds
There's a tear in my heart where the blood ran out.
There's a tear in my heart where the love ran out. I thought
we worked, pushed toward the same ends,
I'll never be so quick to trust again.
Disenchanted, disgusted, I regret that I trusted.
I put my faith.
My faith in you, you poisoned me through and through.
I though we both shared the same injuries.
Now I've found it's you who injures me.
My heart is cracked from being left out in the cold.
I know you'll pay for what you've taken - tenfold.
Disenchanted, disgusted, I regret that I trusted.
I put my faith.
My faith in them, they twisted the knife further in.
poem by Dani Warren
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Blood shared
Blood shared / mmm, served on romantic dinner / bo'friend, gil'friend starving as if donated. / thick as they were /in their hands fock n knife were, /in dark like ghost they were /the way they wear /you can't recognise what they were. /frozen like red-frozen yougurt /served as disert /expensiv they were. /crime so high currently /like Zim currency. /thee gil'friend knowing not where the blood from. / at other room / gil'friend sister lying there soulessly / as her blood served on romantic dinner dish. /bo'friend neva introduced to soulsister. /yet the blood they shared
poem by Stephen Raseona
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Trust 2
When trust gets broken, there is no repair
and your belief in someone ebbs away.
You wonder if you can ever trust anyone again.
Something dies within you,
not that you feel bitter against them,
but you feel simply betrayed
by what was supposed to be a friend.
You want to keep believing, but the trust says no.
Too many promises have been broken,
making you feel a fool.
It was one trust too many
and you won’t do it again,
even though the next time
might be the real thing.
Trust is in our nature
until it is twisted and torn
and making you feel foolish.
You say nothing, but feel a dagger
has been thrust into your back.
You are disillusioned by words
and look at yourself, asking questions
you don’t want answers for.
Could I trust them again?
Would I want to trust them again?
The question list grows long
until you want to put it behind you,
as trust has died another death
in the hands of someone
you thought to be a friend.
15 January 2011
poem by David Harris
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Warchild ('78 Demo)
Warchild, your heart is broken
Your mind is breakin', it's such a shame
Warchild, your body's broken
Your woman's taken, it's not a game
People once shared your wisdom
Shared your memory, shared your dreams
Now your thoughts have all been shattered
What once was rhythm are now just screams
Warchild, I used to love you
The whole world loved you, we used to care
Warchild, your mind has been emptied
So all you do now is just sit n' stare
People once shared your wisdom
Shared your memory, shared your dreams
Now your thoughts have all been shattered
What once was rhythm are now just screams
Your lady's waiting, she's hesitating
Not knowing why
Warchild, the pain you're showing
The pain is knowing that you're gonna die
People once shared your wisdom
Shared your memory, shared your dreams
Now your thoughts have all been shattered
What once was rhythm are now just screams
song performed by by Def Leppard
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Friendship Never Sinks
A good friend is a catalyst,
As he lights up the mood fast,
Listens to stories with interest,
Laughs to the same old jokes funniest,
Shows the best smile day after day,
Feels sad, moody, vibrant and happy,
As to the mood of the dearest pals,
Friendship is an emotion,
That is easy to flare and douse,
A friend will be a foe,
A foe will be a friend,
As the minds see another,
As a human or a fiend,
We have many friends around,
For whom We will speak aloud,
For us once a friend always the friend,
Our wishes to all our friends,
Who have known us since we were small,
call us in different names,
trust us that all our secrets,
never been shared to anyone else,
because you are our friends,
and value your friendship,
in your presence and even in absence.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Give Me Honesty
She, she's been crying to me.
She, she's been trying.
She, she's been signing to me,
With words in her eyes, that says she means it!
We've often talked about the possibility
Of loving no more and setting each other free.
I can love you, just give me, honesty.
Don't take your love away from me.
We can try, we have necessities.
Chances are in our favor,
Open your heart, there it will occur.
Remember when the day was white
We shared the time, we shared the light.
Remember when the moon shone bright
We shared the time, we shared the night.
Give yourself to me and you will see,
One way to live just give me honesty.
poem by Ruben Tover
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What Is The Meaning Of Trust
the word trust left my vocabulary a long time ago
it no longer exist to me from what i been through
from the time my sister betrayed me by sleeping with my husband
i trusted her
or the time my cousin stole my neckless which was given to me by
my late grandmother
i trusted her
and that time my mother went into my purse and stole 1,000 dollars of money i owned
i trusted her
'trust me ' he say
'trust me ' she say
'trust us' they all say
ashame i can't trust no one these days
poem by Elena Winters
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You Betrayed My Trust
When I heard the news,
I got all confused,
I didn't know how to take it,
You said we were friends,
I trusted you,
But you betrayed my trust,
You lied,
I thought you trusted me,
But I was wrong,
For all you told me,
Was lies,
It hurt,
I don't know what I'll do,
A friend like you,
Is hard to find,
For now I don't know
Who to trust,
You've mixed me up forever,
Is everyone like you,
Will they laugh and tell,
Or are there good people,
Whom I can trust,
And can respect,
I'm not so sure,
So I can't try,
It'll be a while,
Before I can trust again,
But I'll know just when,
The time is right.
poem by Kresta Farr
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Two Black Arm Bands In The Rain
two joined separated
a brother now one
and his brother's friend
a friend that loved
filled that emptiness
that hearth and home
could not mend
one fateful day
their ways crossed
to wayward wend
what tears run streaks
on your redded cheeks
why the furtive pulse
in your eyes it shows
so plain a plan
to bring him back
though a means to do
so sorely lack
keep alive that
sacred part you filled
his heart and thus
wherever he may be
there shall you also
remain his friend
no brother nor blood
no rain nor wind
would understand
poem by Frederick Kesner
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You Had Your Chance
Well its been a while
Since I looked into your eyes
Never dreamed Id see you tonight
And its interesting that i
Just dont feel a thing
For the so called love of my life
We used to be close
(but you didnt love me)
We used to be best friends
(but you never really cared)
I let you into my soul
(didnt know you couldnt be trusted)
It took me so long to forget
(all the little things we shared)
And now you want me back again
After my heartache and suffering
I was your fool
But thats all in the past
So sorry boy, but you had your chance
See, I spent so many sleepless nights
Trying to block you from my mind
I was so convinced
Id die without you once upon a time
Now my eyes are open and I can see
You were devious and shady
Only trifling with me
We used to be close
(but you didnt love me)
We used to be best friends
(but you never really cared)
I let you into my soul
(didnt know you couldnt be trusted)
It took me so long to forget
(all the little things we shared)
And now you want me back again
After my heartache and suffering
I was your fool
But thats all in the past
So sorry boy, but you had your chance
Where were you when I needed you most
Wouldve done anything to hold you close
Wouldve given the world to be back in your arms
But you left me so torn apart
And now you want me back again
After my heartache and suffering
I was your fool
But thats all in the past
So sorry boy, but you had your chance
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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Destined To Be Alone
And so it shall be.
My fate is to be all alone.
I can't trust people now.
I've been hurt far to many times.
I thought you were my good friend.
But you flipped and went for me with a knife.
I trusted you but this is what you did.
I told you my darkest secrets and I told you my fears.
But you repayed me with chasing me with a knife.
What did I do so wrong?
I've trusted others too.
But they hurt me aswell.
Really why did I expect it to be any different?
I should have known.
You can't trust anyone in this life.
So I'm destined to be all alone.
My faithfull cats for company cos in them I can trust.
They are allways right by my side.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Your Child
Of true love,
Do you really care? !
To grow from a lean body to a fat body,
But i will survive.
There is time for everything in this life,
So don't worry much about life itself;
For i once lost my way to your house and,
I am now with the deep words of emotion
I an now carrying your child and,
I don't know where you are!
And of the sweet of the love that we shared,
So i called to let you know about it,
But you were not around.
I left a message at your door and it reads:
'I love you and no abortion please'! !
For i am ready to keep this chikld till i give birth;
And of the memories of this deep emotion!
What we shared was sweet love,
And with the true romance to touch my heart;
So i will keep this pregnancy to remind me of something!
For i deeply love you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Teacher as healer: an observation
Even before the question put,
they’re full of quiet attention; something
is already being listened to.. makes
that space, in which a question
may be floated on the air..
tentatively perhaps, or self-concerned,
the question’s put; and listened to;
perhaps with gentle nod of head;
a keen attention; even a half-smile:
you and they are meeting now
in the fullness of the heart, in
a place that’s fully shared:
the teacher, almost eager, so it seems,
to hear more of your truth;
to hear the truth of you.
And as the question nears its end,
the answer floats upon the air
as if it and the question are but one;
the answer gently given, as if
already shared; not given,
not received; but already shared;
(and I saw: each time they said
the words ‘it is’, their spine
relaxed into a greater straightness..)
Who can describe that unity of mind -
as joy in stillness; or the bliss of peace?
Somewhere in the world of name and form,
something has been healed;
wholeness has returned to wholeness;
perfection taken, and returned;
the teacher, too, is still;
gifts of grace have been exchanged.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Blood Brothers
Maurice white, jon lind, nicky brown & brock walsh
So my friend
Voices from the past reunite at last
Back when we grew up on the streets
The world was at our feet
Do you recall the two of us
How we used th sing when everything
Was new to us
From the time that we were old
Enough to stand
It was you and I together to the end
Oh, what our souls believe we will
Always be
Blood brothers time cant divide
What our hearts have said with a
Drop of red
Blood brothers till the end
Through these years
Time has not been kind to others left behind
These streets where you and I once played
Nothings left today
What happened to the dreams we shared
Do we just go on like it was
Never there
Do I tell you that theres hope beyond
These walls
That to help you Id do anything at all
What our souls believe we will
Always be
Blood brothers time cant divide
What our hearts have said with a
Drop of red
Blood brothers, the bond we made never
Will break
Blood brothers to the end
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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The Same Mother
They each shared
the same mother
shared the same loss of her
when the time came
gave the same
last wave
when she was
driven off
to crematorium
and then grave
but each had
their own mother
whom they shared
with no other
one with whom
they shared
a particular time
or place
sitting quietly
face to face
sharing a secret
or confessing
a deed done
or just
the mother to child meeting
with just the two
at some given time
at some particular place
some given year
to share a problem
or tears or anxieties
or deeper fears
and knowing
she would listen
as only mother's can
or do
sharing the time and love
with each particular
person called you
whether daughter or son
she shared
her equal love and time
and yet each knew her
each thought
they knew her best
and carried away
their own best times
in her company
without the rest
their own moments shared
but deep down
they knew
she had her love for each
and each was equal
to the rest
for she never had
a favourite
nor considered
any one the best
so they all shared
the same mother
in the end
all grieved her going
each in their own way
hoping or believing
they would share her
once again
some better place
some future day.
poem by Terry Collett
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Twisted Hatchet Suicide
This Twisted Hatchet Killer
Is gonna make a 'Suicide' thriller
A (fd up) messes up life
She sliced her throat
With a knife
A twisted hatchet suicide
Players pushing all along
Hoping she'd choose
To be the one gone
So she left you a present
For you to feel some pain
All you see is her blood stains
Nothing left
Nothing remains
In this twisted hatchet suicide
You can always read this poem on line
I hope you're doing well
Because 'finally' I'm doing fine
I was a Twisted Hatchet 'Suicide'! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Teresa Duncan
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Trust no one but yourself!
Who Can You Trust?
Who Can you trust in the world today?
Your friends?
They'll be just as trifling as your enemy
When you are stuck at a dead end
Who can you trust in the world today?
Your blood?
Blood is thicker than water
Don't let this be your rule
By this same rule was I fooled.
Who can you trust in the world today?
Your instructors?
Their job is to teach not to care
Your problems will appear just as thin as air.
Who can you trust in the world today?
Those who inforce and carry out the law?
This is where the world tears
They should be the ones we fear
Who can your trust in the world today?
Don't put your emotions up on a shelf
Trust no one but yourself!
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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If An Honesty Is Given
I am not one to hide emotions,
To have them spared.
I am a human being and I want that known,
With feelings 'here' and 'there' to be shown...
And shared with others who also care.
Those afraid to express themselves,
To keep hidden those sentiments to protect.
Do themselves much injustice,
When 'they' expect...
Others to understand what they can not confess.
What point is it to keep feelings deep,
To have others guessing...
What is below the surface kept.
While those denials one accepts...
Are secretly peeking from such inner depths.
What point is it to wish for honesty,
If one has not taken those steps to believe...
If an honesty is given,
Shouldn't that one who has given it...
Have expectations for honesty to be received?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The plight of 'trust'...
Trust is the most beaten up and betrayed soul in this world.
It is often kicked and thrashed, pushed and slammed,
frayed and frazzled, torn and tattered
like a used worn out packing box.
I was told not to trust strangers;
I wasn’t supposed to trust friends;
everyone cautioned not to rely on any man;
people joked that husbands are never to be trusted!
a meaty chunk of my life is lived,
learning not to have trust for anyone.
A nation doesn’t trust another,
the poor will not trust the rich and vice-versa,
a religion is weary of another,
one sect has lack of trust for its other half,
a certain cult can never hold faith for the other!
Look at your neighbor with eyes full of suspicion
for you just never know!
Be careful of your relatives
because that is just being wise!
How could you even look at that stranded man
who asked for a lift?
Don’t you know how dangerous it is
to smile too much?
I know, he is your son but
today’s generation simply cant be trusted!
So what if he is your sibling,
be guarded while showing up your cards!
So now I stay all alone
among the four walls,
solitary, forlorn,
friendless and loveless
as I should never trust anyone!
Without trust I continue to walk
this vast journey,
clinging to the skirts of life,
with cobwebs of doubt in the mind
till I would merge!
poem by Dr. Baishali Bhaumik Mitra
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Sign Here, Please:
At 43 my body is a twisted wreckage of scar tissue.
Most of them are from people I know or knew.
Cigarette burns (many of them) ,
Knife slices,
A large cut left by a pair of scissors wielded by a crazy girl I dated,
Claw marks on my back, sex scars, another crazy girl with 'lee press on talons'.
My teeth were knocked out in a few fights (over women and heroin) .
I now wear dentures.
There is a one from being hit with a frying pan in the head
I don't care how funny it is in Looney Toons,
that shit HURT.. and bled like a virgin sacrifice.
There are the scars from childhood clumsiness
(Falling down stairs and the like)
I have a huge scar on my right thigh...
a blowtorch my dad used to teach me that men don't cry
(I still can't, it worked)
'Sex and pain form flesh identity' Burroughs wrote.
My body is an autograph book.
Many, many, people have signed it,
and I remember them all.
I also have tattoos and piercings,
I remember who did those as well but they lack the emotional honesty of the others.
A friend recently told me
'Nothing is more honest than a punch in the face'
I had to nod in agreement...
While I am covered in scars (many, many scars) .
I have to admit,
they are all honest.
Funny thing is, I wouldn't trade them,
they are stories,
they are my stories made flesh.
They are me
and the people who put them there,
they are also, in a very literal way, they are me as well.
poem by Brevet Wilson
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