Memoriam
The face I see is one with drained flesh
Losing form and identity;
Bones breaking through the outer parts.
Hands, knarled and stiff,
Tense, unrelaxed
And hair wrongly arranged.
Life is gone- an empty shell remains
And yet you are the man
Who laughed and argued,
Frowned and shouted.
Here you lie, unnaturally silent,
Present and absent;
A torment to my imagination
And no comfort for my loss.
poem by Tracy WatsonBrown
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A formalist
In coat and tie
Black suit
Well arranged hair
Well cut
Well suited
No air must come
To disarrange
Some hair
Or other parts of
Him,
He is stiff
He is stuffed
He is
A perfect gentleman
How can he ever
Dance this
Hip-hop
Of life?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Turn It Around
Took the ground,
From underneath my feet.
Silent town,
Ghosts this empty street.
I see the home that once was mine,
Now just bones of former life.
Touch this page of sacred time, again,
I see you call...
You dont have to be strong for me.
I wont shoot your defences down.
Whatever happens, I want you to see
We can face it together.
And turn it around.
A new life
Grows within his hands.
Coming back
To this promised land.
And with these bones we will rebuild,
To the flesh of future life.
Giving back that sacred time, again...
You dont have to be strong for me.
I wont shoot your defences down.
Whatever happens, I want you to see,
We can face it together.
And turn it around.
song performed by by Asia
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Time to be with myself, this self, this self, this self
I put my hands in the side pocket of my pants
Tuck my polo, gel my hair, smooth and stiff
Put on my shoes, my wristwatch is tight,
Zip my skin to keep both bones and flesh
Follow the narrow path and walk
Without looking back
It is now this time
For myself
To
Where?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Shell
Look at me Im smooth like a shell,
Put your head down
You can hear the ocean.
Hold my body - feel it roll,
So much inside and its all been broken.
You know its just one step out it could all be over,
You know this could rip us out at the seams.
Im falling; its all in your hands,
Dont let it wash away.
Im aching; dont take it all away,
Breaking the shell again.
Look at me Im out on the edge,
Put your hand here
See Im bleeding.
I cant get it, get the light out
I cant seem to tear out the feeling.
You know its just one step out it could all be over,
You know this could rip us out at the seams.
Im falling; its all in your hands,
Dont let it wash away.
Im aching; dont take it all away,
Breaking the shell again.
I am a box, I am a fish, I am a trail, I keep you warm,
And I remember stripping down to meet the water,
Wading out to where the sky turns under,
My insides smooth like a shell,
Like a shell...
You know this could rip us out at the seams.
Im falling; its all in your hands,
Dont let it wash away.
Im aching; dont take it all away,
Breaking the shell again.
Im falling; its all in your hands,
Dont let it wash away.
Im aching; dont take it all away,
Breaking the shell again.
Look at me Im smooth like a shell,
Put your head in
Hear the ocean, roll
song performed by by Heather Nova
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Hymn 23 part 1
Absent from the body, and present with the Lord.
2 Cor. 5:8.
Absent from flesh! O blissful thought!
What unknown joys this moment brings!
Freed from the mischiefs sin has brought,
From pains, and fears, and all their springs.
Absent from flesh! illustrious day!
Surprising scene! triumphant stroke
That rends the prison of my clay;
And I can feel my fetters broke.
Absent from flesh! then rise, my soul,
Where feet nor wings could never climb,
Beyond the heav'ns, where planets roll,
Measuring the cares and joys of time.
I go where God and glory shine,
His presence makes eternal day:
My all that's mortal I resign,
For angels wait and point my way.
poem by Isaac Watts
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Comfort You
Lot of havoc in the sea
People rushing endlessly
Sometimes I think it's just their way
Of capturing a better day
You keep rushing home baby
For your dose of reality
I'll hold out my hands to you
You do what you need to
Ohh, whoa
I will comfort you (I will comfort you)
Ohh, whoa
I will comfort you (I will comfort you)
An ocean of humanity
Some wash up along the street
It's hard to keep in stepping round
It's hard to keep that frame of mind
Trying to move with the sun
Gives the illusion that we're one
I'll be running next to you
We do what we need to
Ohh, whoa
I will comfort you (I will comfort you)
Ohh, whoa
I will comfort you (I will comfort you)
But when the moonlight washes over our bed
and the road slows
A lonely siren screeching 'round the bend
The cool air blows
Raising the hair on my skin
We come face to face
Try to let each other in
Ohh, whoa
I will comfort you (I will comfort you)
Ohh, whoa
I will comfort you (I will comfort you)
I will I will I will I will
I will I will I will I will
I will comfort you
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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The Grave Was Empty!
we took down the body of God,
and stripped the flesh
from the bones with razor sharp knives.
out of this flesh we made hunger.
we carefully cut the heart out,
and out of this heart we made weapons.
we plucked out the eyeballs,
and out of them we made greed.
from the bones we built houses
in which no one could live.
we scattered the remains
over the sands... and from them
we made oil, the force that drives!
there was nothing left,
not even for the crows...
and they wonder why
the grave was empty!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Empty....
birds of prey
picked the shell like flesh
from my bones till
they were bare...
and that which had echoed
the pounding waves,
and had held the wind...
bare bones, and empty...
no longer an echo,
no longer a cup...
the sound, the waves, the wind...
all empty!
from emptiness we come,
to emptiness we return!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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With Each Memory Drained
With each memory drained
I feel better
I write another letter
But never the same
Not as I once was
If only because
The loss of love matters not that much
I keep telling myself
What was her name
I think I already forgot.
A remembrance that matters not
Is it really the now that you got?
Grab hold
Squeeze till it never stops
Like a heart dieing
I must try harder, harder
With each memory drained
I feel better
I write another letter
But never the same
Not as I once was
If only because
The loss of love matters not that much
I keep telling myself
What did her face look like
Another one erased
I am walking backwards
Picking myself apart
Digging and searching
So maybe these feelings
Will just fade
With each memory drained
I feel better
I write another letter
But never the same
Not as I once was
If only because
The loss of love matters not that much
I keep telling myself
As I touched her only the way a man could ever know
What were the sounds
The moans, the whispers
In the dark
I must make it blank
Wipe the slate clean
But it just seems mean
With each memory drained
I feel better
I write another letter
But never the same
Not as I once was
If only because
The loss of love matters not that much
I keep telling myself
Where was it we first met
In the summer yet
If only I could just forget
I must be stronger
I must not hold on any longer
Like an obsession it just won't die
With each memory drained
I feel better
I write another letter
But never the same
Not as I once was
If only because
The loss of love matters not that much
I keep telling myself
What was the first kiss
What was the first taste
With such a sweet embrace
This is something I just no longer want relive
I gave it all I have give
Still suffering.
With each memory drained
I feel better
I write another letter
But never the same
Not as I once was
If only because
The loss of love matters not that much
I keep telling myself
The muffled sounds of a fight
Screams and shouts brought to the light
Just dim it all out
Absolutely nothingness
A void I must become
With a sadness that must be unknown
With each memory drained
I feel better
I write another letter
But never the same
Not as I once was
If only because
The loss of love matters not that much
I keep telling myself
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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When I am dead....
When I am dead,
six feet below
and rain softens the ground
I will scrape the earth away
with cold, stiff hands
and wave at passers by.
I will take pleasure in the torment,
laugh zanily and call to them.
My bones will rattle with delight
as they run and scream.
What mischief, what fun
I will have when I die.
I'll not let the living
forget me, no!
I'll prop myself up
to be a nuisance
and cackle and creek
to reap my revenge on life.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Tense
I know not
What is tense
I know
Tense has no tense.
Tense for tense
With no time
With no form
I am above tense.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Release From Static Crap
This may be a bit too hot for you!
Those who expect a less than spicy brew.
But the cook perfers to have you sweat!
Believing it's the heat,
That loosens up the neck!
And we all have seen a stiff neck unrelaxed!
Walking like a duck with a straight flat back!
What appreciation for life...
Does someone who is stuck up like that,
Have for reality?
When they act stuck up...
Like something is up their butt!
This may be a bit too hot for you!
Those who expect a less than spicy brew.
But the cook perfers to have you sweat!
Believing it's the heat,
That loosens up the neck!
And we all have seen a stiff neck unrelaxed!
Walking like a duck with a straight flat back!
Pretending they know 'all' when they are way off track!
These folks create tensions!
And today we need less...
People feeling tensed and prepared for attack!
Sit back and welcome something different on your journey!
Something different on your map that doesn't offer views that trap!
Especially when it's needed to release from static crap!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am A Piece Of Broken Man
do you see me? what do you really see?
do you see this piece of broken man?
his spine bowed to the earth
because it has a huge burden on his back
his face with rugged lines, his jaw somehow dislocated,
the bones of his body unsymmetrical,
his flesh rotting, his skin unable to hold some parts of his
broken body, his nose does not smell the sweet perfume
of the good life, his tongue attuned to the bitterness of his past,
his lips crack with the present catastrophies,
it has not defined the kiss of life,
he cannot look up now to the bright skies
and marvel upon the wonders of creation,
the nature of green and red
the scent of peach and apples and roses
the taste of honey,
look at him, look at me, this piece of a broken man,
i am not your imagination
i am you. you must look at me again, stare at me.
give me your hand, so i can be warm again,
so my blood starts to run again, it is you, and you alone,
who can make me rise.
i am no other man. I am you.
help me. help yourself.
this is the real picture of the man
in the mirror of your eyes
in that secret chambers of your heart.
help yourself. help me.
we shall rise.we are one.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lullaby-Little Little Let Sleep Leap
Lullaby-Little Little Let Sleep Leap
Let sleep leap little little,
Let sleep leap brittle brittle.
Little little let sleep leap,
Light of candle shinning deep.
Let not fight dear for mere pillow,
“Look I sing a lullaby then you follow”.
Lauded Dadi patting hands on Pomu’s head.
Long bell rang ten Dadi quickly arranged the bed.
Little little let sleep leap,
A King was there who liked sleep.
At ten even he was lost in his dream.
Was so fond of milk, butter and ice cream.
Always was angry on Queen for breaking sleep;
Who smiled giggled and mimicked in his fairy trip.
Lttle little let sleep leap,
Once the Queen played a trick.
Snored so loud as his belly dance.
She sneaked to bath room mild tense.
Before He rises She must finish her job;
Neither Her idea would become a big flop.
Little little let sleep leap,
Fetch a mug of water to drip.
King then frowned getting soaked;
Shouted so loud feeling the chilly red.
“How dare you throw? ” He spitted venom.
Poor Queen fearful stood by him silent and dumb.
Lttle little let sleep leap,
She saw a lizard on roof top;
Pointed at the sinner in tearful eye.
The King then told her no need to cry.
Scared Queen then told him to take a bath.
The King was cleaned bowled by his own wrath.
Little little let sleep leap,
Let Bless my child as the night dip!
Last Queen then smiled at mighty King.
Long he leapt to the tub for mere silly thing.
Lazy was King indeed really a very bad habit;
Lay my gold-son Pomu is neither King nor the rabbit.
Let sleep leap little little
Let sleep leap brittle brittle
Tuna Biswal
INDIA
poem by Tuna Biswal
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Empty
Something has left my life
And I dont know where it went to
Somebody caused me strife
And its not what I was seeking.
Didnt you see me, didnt you hear me
Didnt you see me standing there
Why did you turn out the lights
Did you know that I was sleeping
Say a prayer for me
Help to feel the strength I did
My identity has been taken
Is my heart breaking on me
All my plans fell though my hands
They fell
Though my hands on me
In my obvious it suddenly seems
Empty
song performed by by Cranberries
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I'm Eighteen
Lines form on my face and hands
Lines form from the ups and downs
I'm in the middle without any plans
I'm a boy and I'm a man
I'm eighteen
and I don't know what I want
Eighteen
I just don't know what I want
Eighteen
I gotta get away
I gotta get out of this place
I'll go runnin in outer space
Oh yeah
I got a
baby's brain and an old man's heart
Took eighteen years to get this far
Don't always know what I'm talkin' about
Feels like I'm livin in the middle of doubt
Cause I'm
Eighteen
I get confused every day
Eighteen
I just don't know what to say
Eighteen
I gotta get away
Lines form on my face and my hands
Lines form on the left and right
I'm in the middle
the middle of life
I'm a boy and I'm a man
I'm eighteen and I LIKE IT
Yes I like it
Oh I like it
Love it
Like it
Love it
Eighteen!
Eighteen!
Eighteen!
Eighteen and I LIKE IT
song performed by by Alice Cooper from Essentials
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Voyage of the Mind
Imagination is the infinite place
The soul is the vehicle of a dream
The mind is the engine of the soul
Doomed at the rotunda of darkness
The wicked flesh longed to retire
For its greed of satisfaction
The mind ignited to its journey
Dream came along to its grandeur
Engrossed by the replica of wishes
Adjourned by the muster of the soul
So the voyage of the mind continues
Its destination is beyond imagination
That only soul and dream can capture
But when awakened by a nightmare
The soul returns to the flesh
With the breaking in of a day dream
The voyage of the mind still remains
poem by Efren Petalver Carranza
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Fear
what am i most afraid of?
losing my health?
losing my job?
losing my family?
losing my virility?
losing my self-image?
losing my dignity?
losing my sanity?
losing my life?
or ending up alone
in the darkness
without reason or form
or direction.
what am i most afraid of?
and why?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Imagination
So you're trying to make connection, you heard whispers in the hall
She'll be out again this evening, when you come around to call
So, you dodge the lady-killer, who came creepin' 'cross the floor
Then you caught up in a whirlwind, you got blown right out the door
Oh, yes it was a whirlwind, sweet romance was on your side
If you wanna dance on my face, you must tell me why you lied
Imagination is a powerful deceiver
When you try to believe her just a little too much
Imagination is a powerful deceiver
I'll go out of my mind, if i'm losing your touch
I see a look of recognition, so well hidden in your eye
And your peepshow regulations, they just don't seem to apply,
Well, did i see you in the circus, in the ring without a hand
Now you think that you can curse us, steal the show and stop the band
Oh, you can follow your dreams, oh but please don't lead me on,
If you wanna bleed in my face, you were here and now you're gone
Imagination is a powerful deceiver
When you try to believe her just a little too much
Imagination is a powerful deceiver
I'll go out of my mind, if i'm losing your touch
I'll go out of my mind, if i'm losing your touch
I'll go out of my mind, if i'm losing your touch
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Nothing To Gein
Cold and silent, soiled face I will wash it all away,
With my love,
Thats all shes ever needed, from me
Its my time, to mother,
One of my own in my life,
I am so alone, left with no one
In my life, Im so alone
Life submissiveness,
Hypnotizing the ignorant a little boys best friends always his mother,
At least thats what she said,
Life of a simple man,
Taught that everyone else is dirty,
And their love is meaningless,
Im just a soiled dirty boy,
Im just a soiled dirty boy,
Sheltered life innocence,
Insulated memories, spark reflections of my head,
Duality in my consciousness,
Caught in the war of hemispheres,
Between the love lost in my head,
Mommy do you still live inside of me,
Im so lost in my life without any guiding,
Protected me my whole life from everything,
Nailed shut the doors to the shrine,
To screen your dead eyes from me and my sickness,
Mutilate and sew my new clothes for masquerading,
Aprons of flesh corpse scalped hair with skin upon my face,
Deliver the remains from her womb of earth,
Prep the rack and tie up for new loves rebirth,
Covert understanding of novice surgery,
Ill focus concentration and only take just what I need
For sickness Im masticating,
Dancing and masturbating,
Celebrate in fields of night with skin upon my face
If I soak my hands in others blood am I sick,
If I wash my hands in others blood am I sick,
If I drench myself in others blood am I sick,
If I bathe myself in others blood
Blame mother for the sickness,
Mutilate and sew my new clothes for masquerading,
Aprons of flesh corpse scalped hair with skin upon my face,
Dance and masturbate in night light by myself..
Nothing is left for me to gain theyre coming to take me far away,
Chorus
Life of a simple man taught that everyone else is dirty and love is meaningless
Im so soiled
Soiled
song performed by by Mudvayne
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