My Heart is Full
My heart is full.
It has drowned in the despair.
My eyes leak what is left over of my heart’s tears.
The endless river flowing under my skin
Pulsing with life yet not quite alive
The seed that has been protected, is slowly being put out.
Being sucked along in this flood that comes from the pain the heart bleeds.
Will my heart die?
Can it survive, this island of despair?
As my spirit lies crumpled on the floor of this collapsing island
Hateful words swimming around like sharks in a pool of innocent blood, my blood.
Will my mind be able to reach the spirit in time?
To pull it up and lock it away till the time is better?
What will happen?
I’m anxious to know
The island can hardly hold the limp body
The body that does not want to live
Yet is afraid to die
What will happen?
I’m anxious to know
poem by Corina Vitale
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There Is This Island
there is this island
a very small island where i once escaped
away from the death that the crowd has inflicted
there is this lonely island
where the only house i have is just an old chair
and throughout the nine full moons i simply sit there gazing
looking at the small tree the leaf of which is only one
its veins too tiny for my eyes to love
it gets lonely here most of the time but i owe all my life to this very small island
it saved me once from the death inflicted on me by the crowd
my body becomes a geisha of gratitude
my mouth becomes the kiss of the slave woman to the nth power of Abram
i live in this island and on the last dropp of the day
i become forever
there will be another north star in the heavens
and it shall have my own name
there is this island shaped like a heart and it sheds blood because it is real
i am but a white grain of sand
perhaps, but i have become this grain of gratitude and i have become a star
forever hanging on the heavens.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Island In The Sea
there is this island
a very small island where i once escaped
away from the death that the crowd has inflicted
there is this lonely island
where the only house i have is just an old chair
and throughout the nine full moons i simply sit there gazing
looking at the small tree the leaf of which is only one
its veins too tiny for my eyes to love
it gets lonely here most of the time but i owe all my life to this very small island
it saved me once from the death inflicted on me by the crowd
my body becomes a geisha of gratitude
my mouth becomes the kiss of the slave woman to the nth power of Abram
i live in this island and on the last dropp of the day
i become forever
there will be another north star in the heavens
and it shall have my own name
there is this island shaped like a heart and it sheds real blood because it is real
i am but a white grain of sand
perhaps, but i have become this grain of gratitude and i have become a star
forever hanging on the heavens.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What More Could You Want
Emasculated and beaten the shell withdraws to a corner.
Nothing left to give no will to survive.
Battered and pained no wish to be alive.
Slowly the torture continues as you sit by,
With outstretched hands you await your reward.
The rape of a soul was not enough,
Killing a spirit was your goal.
On a platter to you a heart was delivered,
In hopes it would be cherished not torn apart.
Another fatal wound and innocence dies.
Stabbing, ripping the heart from its cavity.
The lies cut deep as the last remnant of life,
Splatters red with pained agony…and you collect your reward.
A trail of despair you’ve left in your wake.
The stench of greed follows your corrupt mind.
Despair…sucking the life from a body trying to cope.
Death’s…waiting ‘cause there’s really no hope.
And greed becomes you.
poem by Errol Anderson
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In a place
Razor in hand.
Blood flows as my skin bleeds.
I have to do this.
I have to bleed.
Its what my body needs.
I need the pain,
I need to feel.
My heart feels made of broken steal.
I have to do this
Just so I feel in place.
My body needs the pain,
Its much better to be able to feel.
Inside I am numb.
My brain is all but mush.
Now the blood is flowing freely,
At last the locked up tears are out,
they flow in my blood freely.
I am in a bad place,
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Logically It Should Have Been You
if the brain is the heart
i could have loved and married you and lived with you
but my heart has a mind of its own
always at war with my brain
my logical choices versus the glowing of the heart
what could have been
and what must be
and what should have been
all these are discarded because the heart
says this
and i followed it
to the last letter of its sigh
its longings
its quivers
and to the end i may have regretted it
telling myself
how dumb had i been
the heart has its own reasons
which i cannot fathom
it is strong like the flood of the river
and i was weak
till i met the punishment
death of my mind
resurrection of my spirit
a broken body
a living heart
i have always chosen love even to the extent of my loss
my own eternal damnation
my inevitable perdition
but all is still fair in love, so they always say it
and how can ever dispute
the words of the wise
unless, otherwise, i deny what i have always been
a heart always full of love
and an empty mind
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Your Heart
Let me live and thrive in your heart
Let your hearts blood pulsate through my veins
For with your blood, I’ll never be the same.
Each pulse will take me to places I’ve never been before
And it will last forever more.
I will go thru twists and curves
And with each curve my love will burn.
And as the body needs the blood to survive
I need your heart around each side.
Surround me with all the love that you have to give
So that my soul can survive and live.
As I travel through each vein and artery
I feel your beauty flowing inside of me.
How can anyone s heart be so clean and pure?
Like the oceans beating against the shores.
Bringing everything to the surface
For all the world to see.
This is the love that you have given me.
Your heart is the key
That holds all knowledge and uncovers all the mysteries.
poem by Louis Rams
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African Blood
Green Island!
Hope and dreams;
Red Island!
Scandals and crises;
But, my faith will lead me on! !
Because, i have the African blood in me.
Yellow Island!
With the national hymn in the name of freedom;
But, the syntheses of my love is what i share with you as at now.
Black Island!
The African blood is in me;
So, be very nice to respect my culture,
For, there is no place like home.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Time To Go
When a family is leaving
You choose a side
And keep things to remember them
Even if they do the worse things
Feel no pain
Always love them
Share the time you have left
You never know when it will be over
Even though this is their fate
The bond we share is thicker than blood
I would make you stay if i could
I want you to stay with me please dont go
The tears i cry flood the ground
I can not let go
Its not your time
I dont want you to go
But i guess its not my call
They cant take you
Your all i have
What will i do
If your not here with me
Who will i call
When im alone
I cant live life
Without you by my side
Just stay with me
Dont let him take you away
Is not your time
Without you i cant survive
Your all i have in this world
Dont leave me
As i stand with you
In your final moments
I begin to cry she says to me
Ill always be inside your heart
To guide you and protect you
Im sorry this has to happen
And i can no longer be with you
But its my time to go
The last moments pass
Her eyes begin to close as she enters a deep sleep
One i know she will never wake up from
I feel my heart split in two
As i cry i hold her hand
She says i love you and fades away
I say i love you softly as if she were still here with me
But i know shes gone it was her time to go
I just cant understand why now was her time to go
poem by Kerrie Maurer
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Little Island
LITTLE ISLAND
Randy Newman
In two long wars, my country bled
To save the world for everyone
As through the years, the fight we've led
Too long, we stood alone, too long alone
And when at last, the battle won
We asked for no reward
An empire gone
Two generations turned to blood and dust
Only the best were lost
Only the best
And now the years have passed
The times have changed
The foe is risen up
He stands astride the world
His dreams of conquest all fulfilled
Little island, little island
Glory lost in the mists of time
They will pay for what was done
To those of us who died so young
They will pay for what was done
Little island, little island
Little island
song performed by by Randy Newman
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The Clock of Life
You fought for my freedom.
I lived like a slave.
You gave your life for me.
So I could be saved.
From a life lived for myself.
More was never enough.
The things I thought made life easier.
But it just made life tough.
Keeping up with the Joneses.
Of my treasures I’d boast.
My material possessions.
Were the things I loved most.
Not the gifts that you lent me.
But the treasures I earned.
Now I see just how Satan.
Wants me to get burned.
Keep your eyes on the prizes.
Let your gifts pay the price.
For all your heart it goes into.
Holds you tight like a vice.
It will squeeze your life from you.
You’ll leave God behind.
You don’t realize that Satan.
Is robbing you blind.
Once he has taken it from you.
He will take your last breath.
And what once was a gift.
Has now become death.
He keeps you in your past.
Makes you think of tomorrow.
And this takes your today.
Time it cannot be borrowed.
For it’s all that you have.
And it is what he will take.
Til your heart is so broken.
That your spirit will break.
Life lived for your body.
Or lived for your mind.
The truths of the earth.
Keeps your spirit confined.
Your love is your time.
Your heart ticks like a clock.
And when it is over.
Your time it will stop.
When it is finished.
When you are gone.
Will your spirit die too.
Or will it live on?
Spend your time very wisely.
And in others invest.
This is what the Lord tells us.
And our Father knows best.
Live your life by your spirit.
Body and mind they will die.
One day they’ll be buried.
But your spirit will fly.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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A Depressed Bubble
His eyes twinkled,
When water bowled along,
With a heavy heart full of grief he stood there,
Feeling out of sorts.
Thinking what would happen to his mother,
When she'll know he got a D,
Thinking what would happen to his father,
Knowing his son couldn't reach his expectations.
Hearing his father's footsteps the boy ran away,
How would he face his father,
How would he face his mother,
What would he say to them?
Only this that they shouldn't have expected much from him,
Or rather blame himself?
His father called out his name,
He couldn't bare the pain,
It was the third time his hard work had went in vain,
The boy thought of nothing,
And while the father reached,
He was horrified for he saw blood stains on the floor,
And no sign of his child.
Teardrops wetted his clothes,
And all that he cited was,
Did you came to see me,
Or did you wished me to go with just tears in my eyes and blood on my hands.....
Written on 10/20/10
poem by Ayesha Riaz
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Alone iam alone in alone island
Alone iam alone in alone island
Alone mew on alone palm tree in alone island
Alone shark surrounding alone island
Alone boat far away from alone island
Alone iam dying alone in alone island
Alone iam alone in alone island
poem by Mohammed AlBalushi
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Torma
My love is like a tiny piece of Island,
And i am endowed with natural potentials!
But my heart beats when i do see you around.
I love you and i want you to be aware of it,
And you need a place to rest your tired body;
For love is the key of life!
Come to me my sweet lover,
For this tiny Island can easily host you and me;
And i am endowed with natural potentials.
Torma is my name and i love you,
For my heart beats whenever i do see you around;
So come to this tiny Island of love and share with me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Emotions, Flowing Down A River...
Emotions, Flowing Down A River
Now, Who Will Give Her
Desire, To Reach Across The Space
Splash Cold Water In Her Face?
Tragic Tears, Within A Pool
Streaming Hot and Torrent Cruel
Like Acid To The Touch
Hurts Her Hope So Much
Where’s The Rain, Clean and Cold?
Softly Rinse, Seep Into Her Soul
Her Crystal Drops, Dissolved Trust
Flowing Downstream, Far From Us
Emotions, Flowing Down A River
Now, Who Will Deliver
Courage To Reach Across The Space?
She Slaps Away Any Embrace
Can You Go Against Her High Tides?
She Dams Her Own Broken Pride
She Can’t Forget They Took
Her Every Bubbling Brook
She’s Gone Past The River’s Bank
The Strong Currents, Slowly Sank
Drowned The Confused Flood
Drained Her Own Life-Blood …
Emotions, Flowing Down a River
Have Mercy and Forgive her
Who Will Reach Across The Space
And Remember Her Fluid Grace? …
... Flowing, Down A River
poem by MoonBee Canady
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Did I Deserve It?
You come in, sit on my bed,
Telling me you’re sorry,
Over and over again,
For another night that you dread.
My screaming eyes still stinging,
From all the betrayed tears I can’t cry.
You saying that it hurts you,
More then it hurts me to strike your fist against my skin.
Only if that was true,
But my soul speaks the truth,
Your lies speak none of.
Telling me it won’t happen again,
It happens over and over again,
I know this of truth.
My flesh may not be black and blue but,
My body is secretly broken and bruised,
My heart cut into yet another piece.
You can not see the scars on my skin,
For you leave no marks,
Unless its on my heart.
You are crying you say,
Out of guilt.
With one more push that knocks me down,
Then comes the size 8 shoe,
Because I don’t stay the right things.
At the time where I have just been,
Hurt so badly I cant stand up.
Yep this might mean another hospital trip,
I plead for you to stop.
Please no please I forgive you! ! !
I love you please stop! ! !
I lay there limp thinking,
Did I really deserve it this time, Mom? ? ?
poem by Mrs. Cynosure
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Security
Tomorrow will have an island. Before night
I always find it. Then on to the next island.
These places hidden in the day separate
and come forward if you beckon.
But you have to know they are there before they exist.
Some time there will be a tomorrow without any island.
So far, I haven't let that happen, but after
I'm gone others may become faithless and careless.
Before them will tumble the wide unbroken sea,
and without any hope they will stare at the horizon.
So to you, Friend, I confide my secret:
to be a discoverer you hold close whatever
you find, and after a while you decide
what it is. Then, secure in where you have been,
you turn to the open sea and let go.
poem by William Stafford
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Let Me Think Of An Island
an island
surrounded by sharks
i am in this island
and you are in the nearby island
we wish to touch
we cannot so we only communicate through signs
of our hands
we try to speak but the wind carries our voices away
so we cannot really figure out
what we are saying
i cannot take the risk of swimming the sea
infested with sharks
i still love my life and risking it for you
will not be worth it
so here we are
helplessly devoted to each other
unable to touch
yet always promising to love and be with each other.
aren't we foolish?
i admit i am, and i admit that in the last analysis
let me quote the famous self-centered actress:
i admit i love
but i love me better than you.
am i foolish? i admit i am.
But that is the truth.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Island Boy
So he saved his money, sold his car
And with his eye set on a Southern star
Got the courage to follow his heart
Set out for a brand new start
He's an island boy
Now he's an island boy
Living his life where stress is the enemy
Now he's an island boy
A stone's throw from St. Croix
He's finally found his piece of serenity
Now he tends bar at the Old Mango
And he sees tourists come and go
With their pressed pants and camera case
Too much sun burned on their face
Now he watches the snow on CNN
With all of his dope-smokin' friends
Just look at the hell they must be in
Swears he won't go back again
He's an island boy
Now he's an island boy
Living his life where stress is the enemy
Now he's an island boy
A stone's throw from St. Croix
He's finally found his piece of serenity
You know the love of his life has always been Emily
She loves the man she sees
In her island boy
Now he's an island boy
Living his life where stress is the enemy
Now he's an island boy
A stone's throw from St. Croix
He's finally found his piece of serenity
Island boy
A stone's throw from St. Croix
Island boy
Island boy
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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A Temple Is Not A Temple Of Selfishness
this is my body
this is my temple
this is where my spirit lives
in flesh and bones
this is my face
this is my skin
these are my feelings
these are my hopes and aspirations
now touch me
now let your fingers run over my skin
let me feel you too
like i am no longer an island
a body of water
a river a sea where boats always sail away from me
where birds just pass and fly by
destined for another place to another shore to another bush
this is my body this is desire this is hunger and thirst and longing
feed me with your body
satisfy my thirst
fill my longings with your longings too
let your river chain my body
let your sea fill my land let your skies be above to wrap me
to shelter me to fill me also with more stars and moons and suns
let me not be all alone like a space without anything without a flicker
let me become a universe glowing and hushing and lushing with life
this is my body this is your body too
let us breathe let us touch let us push through
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Gift of Lovers' Red Rose!
Lovers exchange red roses for Valentine's Day;
Why only Red Rose and Red Heart greeting cards?
Red is colour of blood vital for human survival!
Impure, used, blue blood turns pure red blood
By vital heart of body of flesh and bone in all!
Blood circulating all over in the body brings air
Fresh, pure and life supporting oxygen for man
Pumped and purified by heart ever till all life!
Red heart and rose denote vital heart, red blood
To keep this human body of flesh, bone and blood
Ever healthy, happy and hopeful of joy in all life!
Heart with Red Rose greets lovers with joy long
On Valentine's Day to celebrate love in life ever
Starting from Lovers' Day on all round the year!
poem by Ramesh T A
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