Gliding Upon the Written Throne in the Fallen Sky
For every dream shattered grows one new
Tree in the forest of misery, I wander
Through as the serrated leaves fall to
Cut through my empty flesh.
Aventine prison of mysticism,
The irony of beauty surrounded by utter
Blackness overwhelms my apathetic
Indifference to life and existence.
Humans were created, not to bring
Happiness, but to fight and kill each
Other only for the sadistic amusement
Of the very god they blindly pray to.
There is no message or meaning left
In life, there is no joy in being alive,
Yet there is no sanctuary in death,
Existence is hopeless, mourning the faded sunlight.
poem by Michael Robertson
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Smiles From The Pococurante Abomination
The rain pouring so softly on the casket, behind the cemetery mist
Hides reconciliation, never before have the dead seemed more alive,
Yet the living continue to walk down an empty road, being watched
And judged by the soulless eagles.
Mourning the loss of comprehension, wisdom lies within the minds of
The insane, I could not help but spit on the very idea of human existence,
How bizarre it is that a ghost could long for death so desperately,
Aspiring for the nightmare to end, the revenant continues to pray in solitude.
Nothing but the thickest blackness, every puzzle will reveal some
Message, the answer fell before your eyes so long ago but it was drenched
In disappointment, you surround yourself in your own denial until it
Drowns you and peels the pale flesh from your corpse.
Utter loss of hope and humanity, I should not bother with dragging
Myself through life like a blind, wounded snake anymore, faith
Consumed by desolation, in this darkness I see one shining door
But it leads only to eternal misery, until it burns me into absolute nothingness.
poem by Michael Robertson
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The Story Of My Life
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
I'm here to tell you the truth.
I'm not always the best guy in the world.
Jealousy has caused me to do things I'm not proud of.
Anger nearly sent me to jail.
Hate has made all my friends disappear.
Indifference has created my impoverished existence.
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
But that is just not so.
And if you don't believe me I think you should just go.
Don't wait up for I won't follow.
I'm a tree standing still.
And my insides are rotten and hollow.
I'm just waiting for a better tomorrow.
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
The champion of the horrible deeds.
To better myself out of self greed.
A soul just looking complete.
A soul that is only feeling more and more defeat.
Bury me alive.
Kill me before I kill the sky.
Bring this world in to a forever kind of darkness.
The champion of the horrible deeds.
To better myself out of self greed.
A soul just looking complete.
A soul that is only feeling more and more defeat.
Bury me alive.
Kill me before I kill the sky.
Bring this world in to a forever kind of darkness.
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
A story that I'm quite embarrassed to tell.
Practice makes perfect.
Just listen to me as exhale.
Not enough wind left in me to blow even the tiny sails.
They are so many secrets I still need to reveal.
An open canvas, for all to see.
No curtain shall hide it till the right moment.
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
I'm here to tell you the truth.
I'm not always the best guy in the world.
Jealousy has caused me to do things I'm not proud of.
Anger nearly sent me to jail.
Hate has made all my friends disappear.
Indifference has created my impoverished existence.
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
But that is just not so.
And if you don't believe me I think you should just go.
Don't wait up for I won't follow.
I'm a tree standing still.
And my insides are rotten and hollow.
I'm just waiting for a better tomorrow.
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
The champion of the horrible deeds.
To better myself out of self greed.
A soul just looking complete.
A soul that is only feeling more and more defeat.
Bury me alive.
Kill me before I kill the sky.
Bring this world in to a forever kind of darkness.
This is the story of my life.
And their is just no way to make it right.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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At times he is shattered, dumb from the impact of life
He zips his leather jacket
looks life right into the eyes
and when his motorcycle breaks
he feels like putting it alight
but struggles on until it gets life again
but it’s empty in him
and sometimes he is shattered, dumb from the impact of life
as if everything around him looses meaning
and existence is only for the here and now.
When he stops at a traffic light
a street preacher shouts over a bullhorn
about the love of God which is endless,
but he doesn’t see God, just girls looking at him
even one with a baby in her arms
who asks almost inaudible
it he feels like screwing her
when he parks his motorcycle
at a shopping centre
and she gets out of the car next to him
placing the baby on the car’s seat
and bends over
as if she has lost her contact lenses
and he sees her hard big nipples
that appears braless, uncovered pink brown
making his male member awake, aflame.
He wonders if there are answers
in bodily pleasures,
if a person has to screw every beautiful thing
that comes your way
have to find pleasure, just where you can
and looks at the wind whirling leaves aimlessly,
people walking to and thro to cars
and the sexuality of the woman next to him
is like a living flame
and he wonders about the endless love of God
and bodily pleasure takes his shaking hands into hers
and her nearness goes like a thunder stroke through him
but it’s empty in him
and sometimes he is shattered, dumb from the impact of life
as if everything around him looses meaning
and existence is only for the here and now.
and his appetite for her is almost unstoppable.
poem by Gert Strydom
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The Rose
This immortal rose that lovers seek
will be glimpsed by all in youthful peak
for her presence will be on every corner.
And those who confuse that heady perfume
with a lust for love,
will only find winter in an unknown heart
for beauty was always a fragile thing.
We who have seen this gift from above
will always get burned by its light.
The poet and the painter
have perfumed our existence
with loves testimony to this.
The pain and tears fall on empty shield
for love will break your heart
but when we reach out to hold the rose
picked from these fields of hope,
a moment in life unfurls,
love will kiss your soul
and the world belongs to you.
Fleeting are the petals of time
the rose is a symbol to love.
For others it is the pain of life,
to find and lose this immortal gift
leaves a desert where life cannot breathe.
The laughter replaced by silence
the smile that is kept in darkness,
the kiss exiled to the memory.
Love is lost in the deepest pit
of your despair,
the thorns will bleed your soul red
but she can never die.
Love will always leave a spark
that will lead you to redemption
and only death can take this from you.
The rose was never yours to pick
but its creation yours to admire
for your being was made for this.
And as our mortal bodies die
the spirit will seek the rose once more
for in death its petals fall too
blessing the ground of your resting place.
The rose was always yours
and its beauty a source of life
the chains of doubt will always
break in its presence.
The rose is pure
as is your faith in mankind.
It can show you a deeper meaning
for you are the petals of life
she is the perfume of your existence
and it is you that made her life complete.
poem by Steven Cooke
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The Leaf As Life
A leaf I am,
Through currents incomprehensible,
Dead, the knowledge of my origin,
Severed from prior reality,
Left with a lonesome journey,
Free from all worry,
Yet the liberty makes me worry,
Fatigue rains on me,
Contemplating whether there is an end,
To the free fall of existence,
Laugh in despair, in irony,
Master of my own destiny,
Ultimate and total absurdity,
Illusions of branches above me,
Spurred by forces unbeknownst me,
Ridiculous, my desire to see,
Society but a vague curiosity,
But a weak twig of connectivity,
What truth there may be,
To me, there is only identity,
The unique traits of those leaves around me,
That is individuality,
What is left to me?
Contemplation of nihilistic Beauty,
Well, that may just be, all I know,
As I spiral down from what I suppose is a tree,
To make most of my subjectivity,
And my present fragility,
To love, laugh and truly be,
Absolutely what I wish to be,
I'll be me!
And hopefully,
Have the privilege of meeting somebody,
Who dreams like me,
Of finding this one tree,
And who can see,
What a life this one can be!
Will you join me?
(And together, we will write poetry :)
poem by Jeremy Cahoon
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A Slow Death
Miss you so much and it feels terrible to live without you
Existence of mine appears to have no meaning since you are no more in my life
My heart bleeds for you and trust me, your memories are still with me
Imagining my existence without you is a terrible feeling to go through
My heart still screams for you although the silence says you are not mine anymore
I even know that you not watching over me anymore
Totally, out of sight you have turned to be
Can I imagine a life without you?
No, it is very difficult to do
Heart bleeds, memories are only thing left to hold on to
I scream for your love although you do not hear anymore
Dying, a slow death, without your existence, I have turned to be.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Left Outside Alone
All my life I've been waiting
For you to bring a fairy tale my way
Been living in a fantasy without meaning
It's not okay I don't feel safe...
I don't feel safe... Oh OH
Left broken empty in despair
Wanna breathe can't find air
Thought you were sent from up above
But you and me never had love
So much more I have to say
Help me find a way
Yet I wonder if you know
How it really feels
To be left outside alone
When it's cold out here
Well maybe you should know
Just how it feels
To be left outside alone
To be left outside alone
All my life I've been waiting
For you to bring a fairytale my way
Been living in a fantasy without meaning
It's not okay I don't feel safe
I need to pray
Why do you play me like a game?
Always someone else to blame
Careless, helpless little man
Someday you might understand
There's not much more to say
But I hope you find a way
Still I wonder if you know
How it really feels
To be left outside alone
When it's cold out here
Well maybe you should know
Just how it feels
To be left outside alone
To be left outside alone
I'll tell ya
All my life I've been waiting
For you to bring a fairytale my way
Been living in a fantasy without meaning
It's not okay I don't feel safe(heavenly father)
I need to pray(please)
Oh Heavenly Father(save me)
Oh Save me.. ho ho oh
(And I wonder if you know
How it really feels)
To be left outside alone
When it's cold out here
I said, I said maybe you should know
Just how it feels
To be left outside alone
To be left outside alone
All my life I've been waiting
For you to bring a fairytale my way
Been living in a fantasy without meaning ooh
It's not okay I don't feel safe
I need to pray
song performed by by Anastacia
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Living Kingdom
Life energy present in the plant cells
Imbibes elements and build live matter.
Elements in the earth and carbon in air
Are converted into living matter.
Life energy present in animals
In takes plants as food and help them add flesh
Or it takes flesh as food and gives more flesh.
Life energy circulates within these.
Life energy of plants and animals
Are same and animals are sequel to plants.
The existence and the expansions of
The living kingdom is from evolution.
The whole kingdom can be analogous
To a banyan tree, where sprout twigs and leaves
And where dry twigs and leaves on routine,
With no birth and no death to life energy.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent; but if we can come to terms with this indifference and accept the challenges of life within the boundaries of death — however mutable man may be able to make them — our existence as a species can have genuine meaning and fulfillment. However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.
quote by Stanley Kubrick
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Ignorant people see life as either existence or non-existence, but wise men see it beyond both existence and non-existence to something that transcends them both; this is an observation of the Middle Way.
quote by Lucius Annaeus Seneca
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I'm Just An Ordinary Tree
My existence
start from a little piece of seed...
First, I was bury on the ground...
Then, I showed my two cute leaves up in to world...
But it didn't end just like that...
I grow... more and more...
With love, hope and care,
I became a tree...
Tree with many leaves,
if you need some shady circumstance...
Tree with a strong wood,
if you need me to make a good wardrobe...
Tree with a tight root,
if you want to make a solid foundation...
Tree with a sincerely pray,
if you need a support...
Tree with an everlasting presence,
if you need a friend beside you forever...
Tree with a dry branch,
if you want to share your tears...
Tree with a pure dew,
if you feel thirsty...
Tree with a warm wind,
if you get cold and alone...
Tree with a full color's flowers,
if you feel your life so black and white...
Tree with many hopes,
if you lost your dreams away...
But... after all,
I'm just an ordinary Tree...
By: Tree
22 May 2007,7: 02 PM
Hidden Meaning
To death do us part
Does that mean death of the heart
Or growing old in age
That might be like being trapped for all your days
There are too many ways to look at this-but not enough time to comprehend
What this means, and where its meaning ends
Im not sure how to say it
But I’m sure you’ll understand-that it means love and life will exist to the end
Not necessarily together-no not at all
Love grows old and fades away
But some things are here to stay
Love them for all your time, and don’t forget what love was mine
To death do us part; the irony so discreet
And some of us, that irony will meet
When it happens then you’ll know
Why love and death are not one
So death do us part,
What do you say
Is your meaning for now and today
Or will it be for along the way
Until then, I will try
And even see what I can find
Death do us part, I’ll figure you out
And when I do, I’ll find that route
The path between death and love
And see if it intertwines
If it doesn’t then I’ll know
That life and love were meant to grow
To flourish in the great divine
Of course...that love wont be mine
poem by Anna Ragin
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To be Alive is Power
if god created us
just to be alive
all the sacred texts
would have to be
taken back to heaven
all living things
snuffed out
soup needs all
the seasonings
to come alive
to help us swirl with life
every soul out there
in the street
an ingredient for this life soup
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To be alive—is Power
To be alive—is Power—
Existence—in itself—
Without a further function—
Omnipotence—Enough—
To be alive—and Will!
'Tis able as a God—
The Maker—of Ourselves—be what—
Such being Finitude!
Emily Dickinson
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls
It is a matter of life and death.
We sense our mortality in the destiny of another.
This isn't easy for us to confront.
We seek ignorance of such final thoughts.
Only those who have been made aware,
Can truly face death.
We look at its empty eyes and see nothing.
At first, we are afraid.
This is our human existence at stake.
If we were merely mortals, then this would be normal.
However, humans are not merely mortals.
Every single word within us cries out against the waste.
I am unique. So are you.
There is an expression,
'We will never see his like again.'
Even so, Easter has taught us
That God preserves the life force beyond death.
It is the hope of resurrection
That sustains us in this life.
Those that have this faith in God,
Believe in the past, the present AND the future
And we therefore spend our lives
In prayer and good works.
No matter where we are,
While there is a single thought left within us,
We can still pray.
This is life.
Not the striving for more and more things,
While others starve to death.
Let's be more sympathetic
In regard to complete strangers,
Men, women and children
Facing terrifying squalor, disease and persecution.
It's easy to feel sorry
For the good old Georges of this world,
Because they are the good ones we don't want to lose.
But what about the tiny babies
Who haven't the strength to lift a finger
To do any good works?
They are more deserving if left to live a full life
Than the ones who have already lived for decades...
Many of these have never seen a shoe...
And they don't even know that each one of them
Has an eternal soul...
poem by Denis Martindale
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My love for you
If my love for you made you become
More beautiful for a second,
There would be a sign for the existence of our true love,
And for the existence of The Lord in Heaven.
And if you were not beautiful any longer,
It would mean that God would still love us, He would still be on His throne in Heaven,
But you would be no longer my dream,
That dream with visions of happiness and love,
You would see me mourning my love for you
And I would see these irreversible changes.....
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Life For Life
Internally old organism
Rejected its fetus
But occuring reactions won't allow
To tear out the bringer
Of human existence
Fight for life - what life,
Which one question
In great fulfilmnet life was created
To sacrifice - life for life...
Off happiness for human
Satisfaction left is
Impotence and emptiness...
And scattered human
Creation is being removed...
Save life - but what life,
Which one question piece by piece,
Effectively and carefully
Small head which was
Supposed to see the world
(to give happiness and
mother's devotion)
Inertly lies in the surgeon's hands -
A few stumps, closed and blood covered
Eye - lids, deadly grimace
Of the childish face...
Someone must stay life -
-But what for, why?
Emptiness will persist,
Nervous breakdown and fear...
Looking at the deadly fetus in all -
-Embracing inability
weeping won't help
in blood - life is taken away to rescue
(Another) life
and then...to forget (?) - life for life
Unforgettable grief...
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Reflection of Life
Life is not about making money,
Life is not about acquiring power,
Life is not about gaining recognition or wealth.
Life is definitely not about work!
Work is only necessary to keep us living
so as to enjoy the beauty and pleasures of life.
Life is a balance of Work, Family and Personal time.
You decide how you want to balance your Life.
Define your priorities, realize what you are able to compromise but
always let some of your decisions be based on your instincts.
Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of Life,
the whole aim of human existence.
So, take it easy, do what you want to do
and appreciate nature.
Life is fragile, Life is short.
Do not take Life for granted.
Live a balanced lifestyle and enjoy Life.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Welcome to Your Long Dying
Welcome, to your long dying-
Unsaid words, empty gestures
The substance you always searched for
Was never real, and you discover
We will all be dying alone
Of grief, of the faux, negligible existence
Everything taken away at the end
Dark holocaust swallow us whole
And strangle the last sound we make
Welcome, to nights of tremulous tears
Inside the winding cloth you've made:
The teeming brain's multiforme emotions
The day you were born, an empty place was created also
You were never too rare or special to die
The train whistle announces you've been left behind
To contemplate your impersonal end
We are clothed of the same dust
All arrows point in the same direction
Both the high and low road are a mobius strip
Eternal life, but a dream of dimensional matter
Held for a short time in bondage-
Time on any scale is nearly invisible to us
Welcome, to your long dying
Which is but the first breath of non-existence.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Self Portrait
The willow tree stands alone.
It grows alone, relying only on the Sun and the Rain.
This willow tree offers shade.
It only shades during the day, casting a monster
of a shadow in the mornings and evenings,
its size shrinking in between. Its shadow
is solid in some places, but has empty
places of sunlight dotting the ground beneath
it, allowing room for purity among the darkness.
This willow tree is immune to the Wind.
It bends whichever way it needs to survive,
sacrificing its tiny leaves to be carried away.
This willow tree is a home.
Small birds build nests on its branches,
laying eggs that will bring new Life to the World.
The nest is supported. Some things of little
weight can be supported, but anything that drags
the branches too close to the ground
will be dropped so the tree can be saved.
This willow tree is weak.
As it grows, its branches come closer and closer
to the ground, for it cannot support the weight
of itself anymore. It cannot help its own soul.
With one swing of an ax, the tree will be felled.
It will be finished, left there to be eaten
and burrowed in and rotted away by the Earth.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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Blazer of Blades
accept all the pain, ready to surf the horizon of infinity
of life, always on the go, forward of what will be the best
to come, just be strong of whom you believe, who you are
is all in you in the aspect of life
it’s the steps that you walk will brings your limit, its your
stamina that tells you what to do, be wise and mighty for
each day is the arena of reality, for in every move is a
judgments to see
as we go we fall as you fall we grow, that’s what we
created for, the life you always live is the life we always
give it is, in exploring within us that you learn the
pathways to what you will become to be, life has no
blueprint, we are almost at the end, where another
beginning is to start
always looks the past for in every memory it takes is
a step that guides you to reach the future, it is not the
steps that matter in your way it’s the will to do, whether
you have fall down many times or you achieved your goal
the best of yours of doing is the best you can offered to
God who lifted you high, it is here that knowing the
meaning of what is life everlasting is then the true essence
of your existence
poem by Antonio Liao
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