The Innocent Louse
The louse can live its entire life
on the curve of a cat’s tail
boring tiny burrows
for homes and suburbs in the flesh
with a body and a system
made for sense
and perception of a world
made of nothing but long cat hair
cat skin, cat marrow and blood
living a life of curve and wave
and bristling burrowing luxury
breathing mere inches
from quick forelimbs with scratching nails
and pursed lips ready to press and taste
tongue salivating
a jaw made to press and spit
dead husks and rendered shadows
the mouth stained
dripping
with teeth
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The Fickle One
My eyes went away from me
Following a dark girl who went by.
She was made of black motherofpearl
Made of darkpurple grapes,
And she lashed my blood
With her tail of fire.
After them all I go.
A pale blonde went by
Like a golden plant
Swaying her gifts.
And my mouth went
Like a wave
Discharging on her breast
Lightningbolts of blood.
After them all I go.
But to you, without my moving,
Without seeing you, distant you,
Go my blood and my kisses,
My dark one and my fair one,
My broad one and my slender one,
My ugly one, my beauty,
Made of all the gold
And of all the silver,
Made of all the wheat
And of all the earth,
Made of all the water
Of sea waves,
Made for my arms
Made for my kisses,
Made for my soul.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Blood stained top
My blood stained top lies on the floor.
Coved in crimson red.
From the bursting seems of my skin.
The blood did pour.
Going all over my top.
As the blood seeps in to my top.
It has made it blood stained.
Like blood tears.
My life remains in tatters.
Like my top I cut to bits.
My skin is sliced to ribbons.
And the blood is oozing,
down my top
Making it blood stained
See the top in the morning.
A memento of the night before.
It won't stop me.
For I'll have to do it again
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Woof Woof
Woof Woof,
A little puppy whining.
A tiny tail wagging,
A tiny voice barking.
Woof Woof,
A puppydog running.
Short fat legs moving.
Drool dripping from a bright pink tongue.
Woof Woof,
A young dog sniffing.
Front paws scratching the tires of a bus.
Teeth dragging out some drugs.
Woof Woof,
A dog panting.
Contented after a day of chasing birds,
Now ready for a snooze.
Woof Woof,
An old dog wheezing.
Staring at the television.
Eyes closing slowly.
Woof. Woof.
An ancient dog sleeping.
Hoarse breathing shaking chest.
Final days laid out on balnket.
Zipper my tongue
notice me not; i am zipper by the fence of
my teeth and close by the lips, protected by two
holes beneath the two big eye balls rap with color
little hair, to feel it shiny tiny cloth of skin to tell
why keep in talking if the heart can't improve
good silent, and why the nose always breathing
when, the same air, feel in the air, would it's not
easy for the ears listen and talk to the wind after
the dawn of silent
sleep my dear heart; let us always open the mouth
and touch the teeth for every silent the tongue will
speak; for each return claps the hands where the pin
is on
what then the little heart tell, when the big blind
mouth says that; the waiting is over for everything is
ready to a harder fight, and win a better glorious
victory, its not the right aim yet, the best shoot it
gain
stop my apology; the same things happen again,
please switch a new beginning for my awesome
heart zipper my tongue forever......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Word Made Flesh
Suck my breast, I'm the word made flesh
Ain't no rest for the word made flesh
My lips are moving but I hear no sound
It's that same old noise, it's in sensurround
Tune yourself up and count yourself down
Word made flesh, word made flesh
Lord help me rise to this occasion
Word made, word made flesh
I've been toiling so hard in the vineyard
Pay your debts to the word made flesh
East meets west in the word made flesh
I see you talking, but I still can't hear
Like a box of glass blocking off my ears
Turn off the charm and prey on your fears
Brainless pests for the word made flesh
Wall Street desks curse the word made flesh
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Deadmans Curve
The street was desserted late friday night
We were buggin each other while we sat out the light
We both popped our clutch when the light turned green
You should have heard the wine from my screamin machine
I flew past la brea, down to crescent heights
And all the jag could see were my six tail lights
He passed me at doheny and I started to swerve
But I pulled her out and there we were at deadmans curve
Deadmans curve is no place to play
Deadmans curve
Well, the last thing I remember doc.
I started to swerve, and then I saw the jag slide into the curb
I know Ill never forget that horrible sight
I found out for myself, that everyone was right
Wont come back from deadmans curve
Deadmans curve is no place to play
Deadmans curve you best keep away
Deadmans curve I can hear them say
Wont come back from deadmans curve
song performed by by Carpenters
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To My Bones
In my sleep it rips through
my meagre skin
throws off the red bandage of the flesh
and goes strolling through the room
my monument a little incomplete
one can be prodigal
with tears and blood
what will endure here the longest
must be thoughtfully provided for
better (than with a priest's dry finger
to the rains which drip from a cloud of sand)
to give one's monument to the academey
they will prop it up in a glass display case
and in Latin they will pray before
the little altar made from an os frontalis
they will reckon the bones and surfaces
they will not forget not overlook
happily I will give my color of eyes
pattern of nails and curve of eyelids
I the perfectly objective
made from white crystals of anatomy
can for thoughts
heart cage
bony pile
and two shins
you my little monument not quite complete
poem by Zbigniew Herbert
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Spit It Out
If theres rage inside you so you cannot think
Spit it out
If you get so angry that you cannot speak
Spit it out
Talk to him or her or it
And tell them where they can put it
Spit it out, spit it out
You got to talk to him or her or it
And take aim with your mouth and spit
Spit it out, spit it out
If you get worked over at your job
Spit it out
If a taxi almost runs you down
Spit it out
You got to take aim with your mouth and speak
And give it to them right between the teeth
Spit it out, spit it out
Talk to him or her or it
And take aim with your mouth and spit
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out
Hey, hey, hey
If youre patient and you have the time
Spit it out
Wait till theyre on the decline
Spit it out
The chinese say you meet the hard with the soft
The yin with the yang, the down with the up, oh
Spit it out, spit it out
You got to grab that dumb he, she or it
And give it to them right between the teeth
Spit it out, spit it out
Spit it out, babe, spit it out
Hey
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Humankind
So we worked all around amidst the glory of life
Any fire of the flame would be made
Should the famine of change to diguise everyone
Who cannot see the soul of truth ready made
But all because were changing now
As the prophets of doom speak their mind
Its a long, long way from where the system began
Its a long, long way humankind
So we dance down on nature as we try to repeat
All our efforts as one sent today
Taking aback instead of giving, taking aback more or less
Taking aback a sense of being afraid
So all this necessary changes now, as the will to help all man
And the children of the crucified will better off, better dead
But all this senseless killing, and all these chains and lies
I want to know right now, I want to know right now
I want to know where we come from
For its a long, long way from where the system began
Its a long, long way humankind
Its a long, long way from where the system began
Its a long, long way humankind, yeah
Giving in, giving in to love
I can see and feel the truth every minute
Giving in, giving in to love
Be the one to rescue you, rescue you
Giving in, giving in to the right love
Theres no way that you can live without it
So we can become masters of our invention
song performed by by Yes
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Humankind
So we worked all around amidst the glory of life
Any fire of the flame would be made
Should the famine of change to diguise everyone
Who cannot see the soul of truth ready made
But all because were changing now
As the prophets of doom speak their mind
Its a long, long way from where the system began
Its a long, long way humankind
So we dance down on nature as we try to repeat
All our efforts as one sent today
Taking aback instead of giving, taking aback more or less
Taking aback a sense of being afraid
So all this necessary changes now, as the will to help all man
And the children of the crucified will better off, better dead
But all this senseless killing, and all these chains and lies
I want to know right now, I want to know right now
I want to know where we come from
For its a long, long way from where the system began
Its a long, long way humankind
Its a long, long way from where the system began
Its a long, long way humankind, yeah
Giving in, giving in to love
I can see and feel the truth every minute
Giving in, giving in to love
Be the one to rescue you, rescue you
Giving in, giving in to the right love
Theres no way that you can live without it
So we can become masters of our invention
song performed by by Yes
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Blood Stained
Atrocities
Made every day
Religiously
Their sins
They hide
Can never disguise
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
They wage their wars
Such profiteers
Will nail us all
Their crimes
Concealed
Despicably reveal
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained lies
They fire at will
Intent to kill
They have no conscience
They have no conscience
Ethnic cleansing nothing more!
Blood of nations blood of war
Turn blind eyes
From all your crimes
You bare our souls
Show no remorse
You cannot wash
The bloodstains off
They turn their backs
While others
Commit grisly acts
Were scared
For life
By politicians greedy
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained crimes
Blood stained lands
Blood stained minds
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
And while such predators
Stalk this earth
Disguised as saints
They kill our faith
Obsessed by greed
Lying through their teeth
They cannot wash
The blood stains off
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Game Of Flower And Rain
I thought you were cloud
But came down as a rain
In my life made a flood
Kissed my petals wetly
Been suffering long drought
Took my pistil in mouth
Made my world too high
Completely plucked me
Made me feel taste sweet
Pollinated my wish- bed
Uprooted from the roots
To dace down with your tune
Breaths were thick and heavy
While smashed my pod-lips
I knelt down to taste
But you pushed me down
To steal well stored honey
I fully bloomed after the game
Taught by the thirsty rain.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Image
The girl in the mirror stared back at me.
Unflinching.
Eyes blood shot.
Cheeks stained with tears and sweat.
Her hands dangled weakly, swollen
and splattered with blood.
Matted hair sprung from her head and the black circles
made her eyes seem all the more sunken. Desperate.
She was small. Shriveled.
All hope sucked from her soul and left a scar
across her gray face like a tree branch
reaching for the sun but anchored by the abandoned
body of a young girl whose heart
had long ago stopped beating.
the fallen soldier of a country whose world
had fought against it. A country of Purity.
And this girl raised a cut and bruised arm
and lifted the mask from her face. Hesitantly.
The scars faded.
They left tiny white lines on my arms and face.
And my eyes cleared;
Hope glistening from them
and making my skin glow.
My hair curled softly.
My hands healed and were cleansed.
A slight pink stain rested on my fingers
My flesh was watered back to life.
And I smiled.
A weak, crooked sort of smile.
My teeth were not in their places
and a few were chipped,
but I loved the sight of that broken grin.
poem by Zoe Guillory
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Stories Of Hope Series #10 Escaping The Ghetto
Living in the ghettos in the big city
Rats and roaches was his company
No one to turn to, nothing to see
Living in poverty and misery.
A wife and two teenage girls is what made his world.
When he had made his wedding vows
He did not expect a change from then to now.
People losing their jobs every day
Hours being cut, and drops in pay.
He thought he had the future in his hands
But with life it’s just a scam.
From the suburbs to the ghetto streets
But he landed on his feet.
He found out that anyone can get
To the low point in life.
Where it affects him, his children, his wife.
Everything had to be put in storage
And then finally sold.
His furniture, his personal possessions
And what ever gold.
Surrounded by so many people in the same boat
He had to find a way to stay afloat.
He found other people who felt the same as he
And was tired of living in this poverty.
They decided to pool their monies every week
A new way of living they would seek.
They decided that abandoned buildings
And homes was the way to go.
And recognition the banks would soon know.
Every house and building they redid
With pride and care, and with the community
Their work they’d share.
Soon the entire community started
To take pride, and real estate they
Started to buy.
Now this community is the best around
Better homes can not be found.
HOPE, LOVE, PRIDE, DETERMINATION
Made this fantastic creation.
If they can do it, so can you
You just have to follow through.
Not many people do get out.
But this is what HOPE,
and DETERMINATION is all about.
poem by Louis Rams
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Forbidden Fruit
He presses it to his lips,
Bares his teeth,
And nips at the flesh.
Sweet liquid escapes his lips
And races with his tongue
From the corner
Of his mouth.
He catches the nectarous droplet
And draws it back inside.
Oh my!
How I long for a taste!
To touch his delicious lips with mine.
To fold my tongue through
The warm sweetness of him
Again...again and again.
Ohhhh to hear my name groaned
Through his baritone voice
As my body sings his song.
His eyes....his beautiful eyes are....
Uh oh! !
He sees me!
I feel crimson warmth spread
Across my face
And wonder..
How long have I been staring at him?
© 2012
poem by Ruby Honeytip
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The Tryst
I raised the veil, I loosed the bands,
I took the dead thing from its place.
Like a warm stream in frozen lands
My lips went wandering on her face,
My hands burnt in her hands.
She could not stay me, being dead;
Her body here was mine to hold.
What if her lips had lost their red?
To me they always tasted cold
With the cold words she said.
Did my breath run along her hair,
And free the pulse, and fire the brain,
My wild blood wake her wild blood there?
Here eyelids lifted wide again
In a blue, sudden stare.
Beneath my fierce, profane caress
The whole white length of body moved;
The drowsy bosom seemed to press
As if against a breast beloved,
Then fail for weariness.
No, not that anguish! Christ forbid
That I should raise such dead! I rose,
Stifled the mouth with lilies, hid
Those eyes, And drew the long hair close,
And shut the coffin lid.
My cold brow on the cold wood laid,
Quiet and close to-night we lie.
No cruel words her lips have said.
I shall not take nor she deny.
The dead is with the dead.
poem by Muriel Stuart
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Bound
I place your words in my mouth
roll them around with my tongue
trying to taste each syllable
Savor each flavor
like a perfectly grilled steak
They fill up my cup with trust
I run my fingertips over each letter's curve
Undressing them with my eyes
and suck the life out of them
They stoke the fire within me
Bring me back to life
Break though my pain
Make me feel I might love again
And right before I fling off
the casket lid
the smell of my rotting flesh
reminds me that
I am being mauled by lies.
poem by Sara Fielder
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To The Other World
try standing naked by this mirror
see yourself to every detail
look closer to your eyes
count the waves of your eyelashes
open your mouth and see how many teeth you have
all white, pure white lining up on your pink gums
feel your lips with your fingertips
feel the pulp the flesh of the lower lip
to the upper lip
touch your hair
do not imagine them all black
closely they are not at all
move a little bit closer and see your body
this beautiful human body
flesh, contours, curves, some muscles
the whole of your skin wrapping
everything in your body holding them all
nothing falls, on this erect body, this
god before you, standing steel-like with dignity
in front of the mirror
do not claim you have seen your soul with your eyes
do not lie
be honest to yourself now,
alone, you are alone, do not imagine
any god, any soul, any spirit,
just be honest,
touch your body with your hands
feel the joy of having this body
your body, pinch a part of it to feel
not pain, but just to feel that you are alive,
do you ever ask what made these parts stay as one?
look again at the mirror of this stature
your body, it is you, touching your body
take a hammer, and destroy the mirror
shatter everything to pieces
this is the world without a mirror
there is nothing to reflect you now
nothing to imagine, it is you, the real you
do you ever ask now, where is that other world?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Vein Trace - Of Eros Deconstructionists At Work In Bed
1 Systole
to return to
the simplicity
of the body
that IS the body
filigree surface
of hairs
of skin
the mottled where
the vein trace there
precludes entrance of
major sort though
absorptions
always claim
final victory
we are
dear
naked
before me
absorbed ourselves
absolution resolute
in threads fraying
these (whose are?)
these fingers splayed
as in these (whose?)
scratches
you leave
my back
teeth marks
the bruises
we are each
weeding cell
by cell
of swollen need
frighten
but
do not stop us
the unappeasable
silver scar-and-tell
show the
swelling
space that
(spills)
is around
bodies
that they can
be all things
from
nails to
teeth
a wreath
ammonia bone
lace
delight
the rounded
space
the trace
our constrained
embrace prays to be
O pray the bed
may hold the
weighted curve
the emboldened
release strained out
from the
out-rubbed O
O all
that excretions
exude
presuming breath
2 Diastole
exhume the
bellows such are
the breasts shells
beneath each our
own which come to
us ancestrally
as spectral
steam near
panes upon
which
promiscuous
sheer
admit all
entrance what
passes through
you dear
naked
before me
and an equally
naked
me
unframed upon
once-time of
exodic
morphic wander
geography's the
more simpler made by tongue
buds
taste the
finger
all things that
grasp sublingually
the sucking smile
lips bent forward
into each the
tongue the pearl
turned round
and round
the dark
chamber of
the mouth
the lung petal
florets there
their little
mouths too
gulp/gape
also wet
seeking too
the pearl
heart drum
skin stretch
(systole) you
hum me I hum
you (diastole)
the near panes
O
open
here
we pour in
air
the street
below from
where were
we once mutual
liquidity
now
turned out
out wrung
surpassing
bodies
denatured of
but not at all to belabor the obvious
but not at all to argue the
point finally taken over at
last tremblingly overtaken
poem by Warren Falcon
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Who Made The Law ?
Who made the Law that men should die in shadows ?
Who spake the word that blood should splash in lanes ?
Who gave it forth that gardens should be bone-yards ?
Who spread the hills with flesh, and blood, and brains ?
Who made the Law ?
Who made the Law that Death should stalk the village ?
Who spake the word to kill among the sheaves,
Who gave it forth that death should lurk in hedgerows,
Who flung the dead among the fallen leaves ?
Who made the Law ?
But who made the Law ? the Trees shall whisper to him:
'See, see the blood - the splashes on our bark !'
Walking the meadows, he shall hear bones crackle,
And fleshless mouths shall gibber in silent lanes at dark.
Who made the Law ? At noon upon the hillside
His ears shall hear a moan, his cheeks shall feel a breath,
And all along the valleys, past gardens, croft, and homesteads,
HE who made the Law,
He who made the Law,
He who made the Law
shall walk along with Death.
WHO made the Law ?
poem by Leslie Coulson
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