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The hell of memory
burnings on the stake of life
ash settles in dust

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Seeing The Motorcycle Leave

behind is the dust
behind the dust is you
when the dust settles
the tear is gone
someone sits there waiting
expecting no one
anymore

the town is silent
as though another nuclear bomb is thrown

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lonely As Hell

I am no man's burden
I can take care of myself
but it's lonely out in space
I've come to know the area well.
I salute shooting stars as they pass on by
a comet, a galaxy, but never a sigh,
lonely as hell out here, i say
lonely as hell
lonely as hell.

I put on a smiling face
and greet those who may pass by
but it's a different story if they could see
behind these emerald eyes
straight into this heart of mine
searching for love, running out of time,
it's lonely as hell in here, I say,
lonely as hell
lonely as hell.

Down memory lane I walk sometimes
out in the pouring rain
just to relive moments gone by
that will never sparkle with life again.
I's lonely as hell on memory lane
lonely as hell
lonely as hell.

poem by Beyond Repair
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Stake Stake Stake

Stake, stake, stake,
on the green felt fabric thrown, -
the croupiers, awake,
the players, weary, grown.

O well for the novice who
can cash in lucky play,
O ill for the gambler too,
rash not to end his stay

as the golden chips go on
back to stack within the till, -
but O for the touch of a vanish’d hand,
and woe for the crushing bill!

Stake, stake, stake,
while a camera all can see,
records both banks which break,
and counts accounts’ red plea!

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Sans woman, man will hang.

Hell is not far to seek
but is right here at your beak
for you to experience
when you lack
a protective mother,
an assuring wife,
a supportive sister,
a promising daughter,
or any woman of that sort.
Coz you are a pepper vine.
Woman is a stake.
Without a stake, you’ll hang?
23.12.2000, Pmdi`

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The List!

i came to age
in the land of Nixon,
and J Edgar Hoover....

when if you even breathed
the truth you made the lists,
the lists that no one saw!

from the America of LBJ,
the slaughter of the Kennedys',
and Martin Luther King....

and open war on the students
at Kent State who dared to stand....
against an unholy war....

civil rights, flag burnings,
draft card burnings....
women's rights, and change....

that we didnt finish....
now our own children stand
up in protest against a way

of life that isnt living....
and again the police
and the riot squads....

will there be lists this time?

unholy.....unholy........unholy
wars.. .....lifestyles.....'justice'!

put me on the list!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Here In This City

Here in this city
where dust drifts
Settles on you pretty
much so swift
Dont let the dust
Settle in your heart
It will surely rust
Your emotions n impart
A deathly crust
Which will crumble
Your heart

Here in this city
Where everything is so loud
My cries are not heard
Getting lost in the crowd
Wish I was a wandering cloud
That rained on the city
My drops, it endowed
A sparkling vision
Without the dust
Removing the crust
From your heart

poem by by unknown author
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Man And Machine

The horror of a mad dog
Is chilling my blood in my brains
The lights disappearing
The cloud getting pregnant with rain
Theres a rumor going round that
The master of darkness will come
They say hell come from the sky
And theres nothing we can do
Therell be no place to hide
Hes coming for me- hes coming for you!
Somewhere in time
Where creatures of the night never sleep
Lying and waiting, growing stronger
Planning our final defeat
They say hell come from the sky...
Mean machine
Comes from the sky
Stake your claims if you want to survive
Mean machine
Comes from the sky
Dont try to run if you dont want to die
Mean machine
Comes from the sky
Stake your claims if you want to survive
Solo
Mean machine
Comes from the sky...

song performed by by U. D. O.
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Mean Machine

song performed by by U. D. O.
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Which is Hell?

Wise man, who first said life was hell-
He must have come from this barrack,
The desert of moustaches and uniforms
And parched skins of soldiers.

The Sahara of women-less.
Here the love rarely touches life.
When it ignites, we struggle
With surging melancholic romance.

Lust is the root of love.
With out woman where is love?
No woman in sight, we are in hell.
We dry. Glands dry. So does our heart.

Every where blossom-less faces.

A coal mine with dirt and dust,
Where creatures are the destitute,
Whose life and work is more than a hell.
It is hell where men live without women.

The barrack is the hell as wise men rightly said.
26.01.2001, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Picture On A Café Wall

A farmer and his mule are kicking
up dust on their way to Messines.

The mule has very long ears and
the farmer wears a big, black hat.

Side by side they walk the yonder
yet, they have time to get there.

The road is asphalted now, and
dust settles on the grassy verge.

poem by Oskar Hansen
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Making Love With Memories

You poked my blurring eye,
Let me lift your mushy breast.

We aged onwards
While you stroked flaccidity –
Recalling decades of
Blood-gorged coming, shuddering to boot.

I kissed a venerable mouth
Crammed with falsities –
Once brilliant keys
Guarded by crimson lips
Washed by a sensual tongue.

And so we writhed in wrinkles,
Tiring effort, and
Memories.

Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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She's Like The Weather

Life is simple. Life is sweet.
Oh, so saddle up and go.
Little cowgirl, in the underground,
she talks to people she doesn't know.
Oh, people on the train to Eden
The circus girl, after all the rodeos,
she settles down alone.
She planted flowers in her basement
so she has a little color when the sky runs low.
[Chorus:]
She likes the weather today
She said "It's raining' in my head"
All of the flowers I've raised
Come up a little cloudy
Life is bitter. Life is cheap.
The cowgirl settles down alone.
Yeah, ten years out of Eden now
She's got a little garden of her very own

song performed by by Counting Crows
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One Simple Motion

The house is dark again.

Music drifts,
softly settles
like dust
on my face.

Now is the time
when veils decline-

when I can see
the faint motion
of breath;

my chest rising and
falling, life expelled
and pulled sharply back:

living and dying
in one, simple
motion.

poem by Steven Federle
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To hell with everything

To hell with the crap
And shit of everything.
To hell with my struggles.
To hell with my life.
To hell with the strife.

Sick of everything
It all goes wrong nothing ever goes right.
Been through enough in this life.
Cant stay anylonger.
To hell with staying.
I dont want to live another day.

I wish to be free.
Dont want to live another day
Being scared
Or hiding away.

My time has come
Now I shall jack it all in
To hell with the world
To hell with life.

Amy Kerswell

poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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This is Life

we leave not because there are reasons
departures are silent
most of the time they do not speak like storms
they are like lovers
more like dust on the railways blown away
simply because the wind
always comes
simply because the wind exists
and winds by their nature do not stop
to blow away what is there that settles
but never
never permanently

this is life this is the wind

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Lucky Day In Hell

Mama grapped onto the milkman's hand
And then she finally gave birth
Years go by still i don't know
Who shall inherit this earth
And no one will know my name until it's on a stone
This could be your lucky day in hell
Never know who it might be at your doorbell
This could be your lucky day in hell
Waking up with an ugly face
Winston churchhill in drag
Looking for a new maternal embrace
Another tired old gag
Am i just a walking bag of chewed up dust and bones
This could be your lucky day in hell
Never know who it might be at your doorbell
This could be your lucky day in hell
Father theresa you can't make me into you
I never wanna be like you
Why can't you see it's me
You know it's time to let me go
This could be your lucky day in hell
Never know who it might be at your doorbell
This could be your lucky day in hell

song performed by by Eels
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The Glare! The Heat!

The glare! The heat! O Nice, you blind me!
A dull unease upon me settles...
Life, like a bird shot down, strains wildly
To fly - In vain! Its wings are fetters,
Its broken wings... As in a fever
It struggles on, yet is it vanquished:
Pressed to the dust it lies and shivers
In fear and impotence and anguish...

poem by Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
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Come As You Are (LP Version)

Come As You Are"
Come, as you are. As you were.
As I want you to be. As a friend.
As a friend. As an old enemy. Take your time.
Hurry up. The choice is yours. Don't be late.
Take a rest. As a friend. As a old memory, memory, memory, memory.
Come. Dowsed in mud. Soaked in bleach.
As I want you to be. As a trend. As a friend.
As an old memory, memory, memory, memory.
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
Memory, memory, memory, memory (don't have a gun).
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun. Memory, memory...

song performed by by Nirvana
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Content with

'Go to hell, go to hell'
Blasted one young teen
Why? ' What am I doing on net? ' I said
'You are doing nonsense, I bet'

Taken a back for a while
Fumed, just disappeared the smile
Was I so unwelcome or wrong?
Had I no place to find among?

I am in my teen, and not yet twenty
You may have lived with years plenty
'Are you not ashamed' to be on net
'Dear you can blast, but have we ever met? I asked

No, but you have commitment a sin
Put your ideas in just dust bin
Whether be it pot or simple tin
I will not let you allow or win

I said “Dear calm down'
You aren't the only one in town
You may frown, eyes may turn brown
Not only 'hell', but use and add another noun

Not only sex on phone but nudity
Still may be there simple purity
Why not you make just clarity?
What can be best like the quality? I argued

'No then also, you just go to hell
No ringing alarms but only bell,
It will be bad if you do so well
Consider it right and jump in the well. She argued

Oh, dear teen, you are simple kid
You know not and have no lid
Candle can be lit and not just ignite
If you have will and idea definite

Fear not for a while from simple man
Freedom may be right but can’t be a ban
Never do or suffer from narrow thought
Danger may lurking but always to be fought

I thought for a while but did not cave
Honour was at stake and necessary to save
Things may be right but ways don’t pave
She was foolish teen but not brave

It is always good to be friends on line
Wrong signal it sends and undermine
The prestige and status should be respected
One must realize……………..

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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What Are We?

WHAT ARE WE?

What are we?
Dust of the earth
Dust of the stars
Thinking dust
Dreaming dust
Loving dust
Dust of Dust
God’s Dust
What are we?

poem by Shalom Freedman
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