Bedside
I twist with each terrible moan
escaping your lips in distress
while you lie prone, never alone,
to guess or stress on progress
of that mass invading you
sparked by ecology's change
to accrue tissues untrue
deranged limp in the exchange
until pulsing force vacates
through the tears welling inside
as their chemicals placate
to guide you outside doe-eyed
with papery sympathy
numbing such churning decay
to quake me with empathy
this day as you drift away.
poem by John Weber
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Basically, my problem was attributed to stress more than anything. I don't know what that does and I guess doctors can tell you that there's chemicals that build up in your system when you go through a lot of stress and constant stress.
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Unknown
You'll never know,
How I feel...
Or lonely nights with tears
That fall.
You'll never know,
These grueling sessions felt.
Unless you've met each and all!
Your empathy to a degree is understood.
With a sympathy you express is shown.
But you, however...
Will never know the depth,
Churning under the surface within me unknown!
You carry thoughts
Of knowing my needs...
Even better than me!
And these teachings
Have been sadly condoned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pulsing Pulsing
Pulsing pulsing,
Theres a beat in his arm still.
Pulsing pulsing,
Like the throb of an anthill.
Pulsing pulsing,
No death in the rain.
Ive been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.
Im pulsing.
Youre pulsing.
Whos pulsing? .
Whats pulsing? .
Pulsing pulsing,
Theres a lump in his throat still.
Pulsing pulsing,
At the site of a crash throw.
Pulsing pulsing,
No push in the vein.
Ive been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.
song performed by by Xtc
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Pulsing Pulsing
Pulsing pulsing,
Theres a beat in his arm still.
Pulsing pulsing,
Like the throb of an anthill.
Pulsing pulsing,
No death in the rain.
Ive been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.
Im pulsing.
Youre pulsing.
Whos pulsing? .
Whats pulsing? .
Pulsing pulsing,
Theres a lump in his throat still.
Pulsing pulsing,
At the site of a crash throw.
Pulsing pulsing,
No push in the vein.
Ive been washing my hands,
In the stuff I wash my brains.
song performed by by Xtc
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Cognizance
Since I was cognizant about Life and Living
My contemplations took all spins and leap
Deeds took a long haul of transformations
Introspection took me to great serenity
And I reached the level of equanimity in Life.
My experience of discontent and distress
Which I presumed with ‘self-sympathy’
That’s where I went wrong in my judgment
It’s ‘self-respect’ that showed my ‘self esteem’
Turned those sympathy to empathy in Life
I am not what the world construes me to be
My ecstasy and grief are not exterior made
I perceived my inner voice and its power
I have someone inside to guide me
I am the blessed one who hears voice within.
Living beings eat, move, sleep and die
We, human beings who can think in addition
But do we think as much as we eat, move and sleep?
If we are pensive, we know how exceptional we are!
Employ this virtue, contribute to mankind and be a Man.
-vidi-
01-02-08
poem by Vidi Writes
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Empathy And Sympathy.
Love turns to empathy when one sees God in all,
The sharing of the self in life's rise and fall.
Fostered humbleness, blooms the empathy's flower,
And with it God's bliss, spontaneously showers.
While sympathy is Ego’s hubris,
Authority of superiority finds release
Empathy is a cry for other’s suffering,
Sharing oneness with all human beings
Sympathy is worldly and mercy it may trace,
Empathy sees itself in all living face.
.
poem by Bazi alis Subrata Ray
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The empathy
To give alms is compassion.
To feel for one’s sufferings is sympathy.
To share one’s sufferings is empathy.
What you do to parents is compassion,
What you do to siblings is sympathy.
Your doings to offspring is empathy.
Shows empathy to others to be great.
11.09.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hell Of A Band
Ladies and gentlemen.
Please welcome to the center of the stage, the one, the only...
You got it my hips are shaking left to right and uh, Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Say uh, Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Sin, sin, bullet to the head, little John slaps that beat.
Sammy hits that bass hit nookie, rumble you outta your seat.
Now where's that freaky ass son of a bitch?
That guitar raving man?
Lethal's scratchin' up them balls,
Limp Bizkit's one hell of a band.
Left, left, left, right, left.
Left, left, left, right left.
Yeah, my back is aching, my belt's too tight,
My hands are shaking left to right.
I said uh! Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everbody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Ha ha! Uh, Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Uh, Limp Bizkit...(fades out).
song performed by by Limp Bizkit
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In The End!
madness, churning, burning,
turning on a spit....
they feed the fire with the bodies,
drink the blood of the expendables.
life bruised, pulsing, throbbing,
all stand naked in the end!
and only the flesh that stinks with being,
finds the path of true holiness!
the street vendors, and the charlatans....
laugh to hide from the sound,
of the tiny beat of a single heart,
a universe inside itself!
in the end the crows will eat the flesh,
of those that bought and sold;
who traded souls for power,
and were consumed by their own hunger!
and the guns will lay silent on the ground,
tombstones for empty graves....
the wind will moan with children's voices...
for man hath judged himself!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Victim of his own Success
Man, victim of his own success, must fast grasp opportunity
to offer all equality of chances and advances stress
as the ability to press for rights for disability
the strong ignore, or fail to bless.
Man, victim of his own success, does not deserve impunity
when biosphere supportive he still stifles in the name of, - guess, -
‘Democracy’, free-choice oppress through ways of ta[l]king liberty
as only freedom to repress.
Man, victim of his own success, - tale’s pun, - few marks of modesty
retains, yet with anxiety observes galactic game of chess
while most Earth’s problems won’t address. This manifest dichotomy
highlights concerns we should assess.
Man, victim of his own success, needs to transcend his history
predative, channel energy towards solutions which suppress
his immaturity, redress the balance of society,
extend awareness free from stress.
Man, victim of his own success, must sail beyond tsunami he
created to a safer sea where winds of change may not express
a whirlwind strange that all confess none can control. Society
must change or soon will sink, regress.
Man, victim of his own success, must map return to sanity,
respect with assiduity the planet’s need to convalesce,
create conditions which attest acceptance by humanity
of overview which won’t aggress.
Man, victim of his own success, must understand ecology
requires intrinsic harmony, may join “I wish” to “I possess”
providing much more, - never less, - is harvested with equity,
without the urge to dispossess.
Man, victim of his own success should heed the lessons most agree
accompany pride’s apogee, and not attempt to second guess
the seasons’ reasons or finesse. Where just fat few progress we see
misuse far more than maladdresse.
Man, victim of his own success, beyond base skills of repartee,
should take time off from Time to key into distortions which transgress
ideals which should not ever stress the views of tight community
or vested interests. Nonetheless, -
Man, victim of his own success, must meet the challenges that he
has catalyzed - calamity around the corner waits unless
he acts - declines to acquiesque with urbane equanimity, -
protects his progeny’s success…
Which, victim of its own success, may stray from birthright destiny
to cul-de-sac of history, through compromise, increase distress
or narrow hopes where scope could press for change proactive, remedy
renewed temptations to digress through need to influence, impress,
the generations yet to be, compress its chances - tragedy
whose risks too high remain as we depict the options which depress
the outlook for our century.
(c) Jonathan Robin 1992 -2006
10 October 1992,3 October 2006
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Twist
Well youve got me working so hard lately
Working my hands until they bleed
If I was twice the man I could be
Id still be half of what you need
Still you lead me and I follow
The small of your back up to your chin
Over to the tip of your switchblade
As you pull it out as you stick it in
(twist twist twist) it can go a little deeper
(twist twist twist) Im wear
T) it can go a little deeper
(twist twist twist) Im wearing these chains
(twist twist twist) you make it hurt real good
(twist twist twist) (but? ) I love the pain
(twist twist twist) it can go a little deeper
(twist twist twist) Im wearing these chains
(twist twist twist) you make it hurt real good
(twist twist twist) I love the pain
(twist twist twist)
(twist twist twist)
(twist twist twist)
(twist twist twist)
Turn it on
Quietly says:
Is this on? oh [questionable]
* Im so tired I cant get to sleep
* and the squeaking of the bed
* is right in time with the song thats
* repeating in my head
Its uncomforting to rember how you used to like a good f**k
Every once in awhile
* I just want(ed) you to know (that)
* when I do it, I only think of you
* = quoted from end of ringfinger (the extra lyrics printed at the end
Of the song in pretty hate machine)
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Why All This Confusion
Many of times I told you before
You never seem to listen to me
What will it take to prove it to you
That my love for you will always be
Why All This Confusion
How you second guess me all the time
You don't see all these tears I cry
Yet you suspect my heart to be untrue
If only you could know how I feel inside
Why All This Confusion
poem by Suelynn Walters
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I belong to a nation which over the past centuries has experienced many hardships and reverses. The world reacted with silence or with mere sympathy when Polish frontiers were crossed by invading armies and the sovereign state had to succumb to brutal force.
quote by Lech Walesa
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Vague
Chemicals keep me under control (Repeat 4x)
Sleeping at the wheel. I cant feel my face.
Maybe its better this way.
My stomachs twisted, all tied up in knots.
And Im feeling like I dont want this.
Killing time as the clock goes tick tock, tick tock.
Theyll never keep you away from me.
I know where youll be tomorrow.
What difference does it make to you?
I dont care, aint got the time.
Winning the race for another line.
Its written in my mind.
Just to get it all away from me.
Away from me.
Cause I think Im falling.
[ Segment 1 ]
Cause I think Im falling.
Falling out of touch with life.
And Im thinking its all just a big mistake.
I think Im falling.
Falling, out of touch with life.
So what have I been telling myself?
[ Chorus ]
Must be the rage deep down inside of me.
Eating me away. Eating me away.
Feelings are so vague, so wrong.
So what have I been telling myself?
So Ive been chosen to be the victim of your misery.
Thats right Im frozen. Chemicals keep me under control.
So cold from all the ice and amphetamines.
That I just might make you think that Jesus was your middle name.
As though it seems to be an act of God.
But for now go ahead and believe what you want to believe.
Cause I think Im falling.
[ Repeat Segment 1 ]
[ Repeat Chorus ]
Myself. (Repeat 8x)
You know what kills me?
Chemicals keep me under control. (Repeat 15x)
Why is everybody hooked on...
When you feel so desperate you got your grip on me.
I take away all the trust and all the sympathy.
Why is everybody hooked on everybody else.
Ill guess Ill never understand it.
Come and fill your head with lies.
No I cant explain.
Why everyone seems so vague.
[ Repeat Chorus ]
Feelings are so vague.
So what have I been telling myself?
[ Repeat Chorus ]
Deep inside its eating me away.
Feelings are so vague. Feelings are so vague.
song performed by by Orgy
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Green Eyed Monster
I wasn't your first, and you wasn't mine
The exchange of three words, sealed with a kiss
But we only met a couple months back
And it's now I start to discover your past
You dreamt of happiness with someone else
Pictured her in a white dress, lacy veil
And stretch marks that covered her entire belly
But things all came crashing down
We're happy, nothing can change that
But when I'm alone and you're not near
My thoughts escalate, turn into tears
I become a green eyed monster
The more I know, the more it hurts
But I want to know everything,
Let time heal my wounds and
Cure me, for I am a green eyed monster.
Best Reply
silence is the best reply
When you're hurt and wish to cry
For it holds value that is rare
That doesn't need any part or share
Or any kind of sympathy and pain
Or any glimpse of tear's rain
That is filled with hard distress
And makes messy your life's stress.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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Finding My Peace
I got to find my peace so I cut to ease the pain,
Escaping the life I'm living, escaping a life of vain,
Quieting the cries, as my eyes let free its rain,
Body becomes weak and tired, as my strength I try to gain,
I want to find my peace, some peace of any kind,
Needle penetrates my skin, but to the damage I am blind,
So high up off these drugs, so high up in my mind,
Guess I'll just keep on using, until my peace I someday find,
I need to find my peace, so I drink the stress away,
Now so intoxicated, but it's only a temporary state,
I'm in a better place, so I guess it makes it okay,
But I still haven't found my peace, so I'll try another way,
I think I've found my peace, in a place that's rather odd,
No needles, no bleeding, no cutting, just prayer for His approval nod,
I think I've found my peace, and to my better half I'll prod,
Because I know I've found my peace, and I found it with myself and God,
poem by Niakeva Thomas
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More, More Are Deranged
Some episodes extended,
Must conclude and come to an end!
Those cowboy chases in midnight raids...
Has lost public applause,
Its effect, cause and awe!
A restlessness begins.
And the initial heated pace,
Sends messages to slow down the race.
A regrouping is needed and must take place!
Some are seen deranged.
When the deeds and the actions are strange.
And so much observed has discouraged the herd.
As the skies seem more cloudy each day!
Some are seen deranged.
When the deeds and the actions are strange.
And so much observed...
Has discouraged the herd.
As the skies seem more cloudy each day!
Some episodes extended,
Must conclude and come to an end!
Those cowboy chases in midnight raids...
Has lost public applause,
Its effect, cause and awe!
More, more are deranged.
When the deeds and the actions are strange.
And so much observed...
Seem to conflict with words.
And the bright minds behind this
Decay!
Oh more, more are deranged!
When the deeds and the actions are strange.
And so much observed...
Seem to conflict with words.
And the bright minds,
Behind this...
Decay!
And the bright minds,
Behind this...
Decay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Chemicals
True love never changes and,
It comes straight from the heart;
So what are we going to do about it when,
We've found love?
Be very proud of your colour and,
Be yourself at all times.
It is very sad for a black person to use chemicals on the body,
By bleaching it to change the colour;
But think twice before you use these chemicals!
To the humanistic and hedonistic models,
What are you doing to your bodies? !
Infact, our attitudes are being shaped by the horrors around us;
And, many do not know what they are doing.
The truth must be said to them,
And changes are very effective to the human mind;
But, these are the shadows of things to come.
It is now time for us to purse and think,
For the chemicals will rather destroy us than we think.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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What a waste of a psychedelic mind
the alarm went off
in dreamland
invading sun
makes the landscape
expand and
thoughts rush in
the future
begins
new morning
flawless
deevolution
no point in tripping
on the interplay
of yesterday
i am the focus
caught up
in biology
reflections in
coffee
the poetry
in the psychology
i was trapped
in time
living
to escape life
smoking tires
the shallow mass
straight
from the
subculture
this girl
makes an impact
red siren lipstick
talking endlessly
about shoes
a twist
in the plot
set off
a chain of events
when
the chemicals
took a hold
of the subjective
the amorous
body
behind the ego
came to life
she was
holding back
a shock wave
moreover
campus police
claim a
fire alarm
went off
which so far
the guy on
guitar
denies
and the girl
who wears no
underwear
swares
that's a lie
and lights a
cigarette
what's this drama?
it was another day
in the
neighborhood
one of many
evening skies
with the
pensive campus walk
phase of the virtue
new
insinuations
into
doorways of
desire
never
underestimate
the power
of suggestion
that meaning of life
question
the suspense
in the
momentum
it's a matter of
timing
is it not?
life is
presence
in the expanding
meaning
it was smooth
when i had
the caress of fate
the euphoric metaphor
ultimately
the glass
is already
broken
a day can
change
anything
as the
unexpected
unwinds
poem by Frank DeFulgentis
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