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The Paychecks Of Lost Men

Dying figments unsuited for these hours
Sit underneath the dabs of wasps,
Or at the corners of her cheek where she lives:
In the pornography of rusting cars,
Or at the sad confines of the canal:
Floating along in her trailer park underneath
The washout heavens of those
Billboards trying to sell their god to the highway-
When she smiles, a long ways off,
She can see her children even if they cannot
Recognize her- and it is her art form to do this,
And to sit beautifully alone,
Pleasuring herself as if she believed in ghosts:
Like my own childhood where I remember sitting
With my mother and reading books
Underneath skyscrapers and landmines of sunshine:
Or leaning over to see our doppelgangers in the
Canal,
The tadpoles swimming with the paychecks of
Lost men: reticent to transform,
They remain in my childhood long after I have gone.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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The Beautiful Ocean

Blue gill in the lake of my childhood
Underneath the burning sugarcane of my childhood
Which I never truly saw:
Nor were there stolen bicycles in the canal,
Or rabbits holes to housewives bedrooms
I could not even interpret what I thought of you
Lost in the scars and sweats over all of
Those meandering afternoons the visions of
A Cyclops introduced to the kaleidoscope you
Can tell he is enamored and his senses
Have been turned it pigs, and yet
The beautiful ocean opens all around him like
A flower the rest of the heroes escape into
Her classes- and he doesn’t even care.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Muse of Honey And Applesauce

Muse- I want to see you wearing barrettes
In Paris-
Alma- rings of golden satellites between brown
Knuckles-
Warm sweet kisses underneath broken school
Busses- Alma-
Warm sweet places, like hot clay in
Art class- and easels waiting in the broken
Monuments of honeysuckle daylight
With saw horses underneath open hearts:
The way the wilderness waits across the canal
For you- Alma,
To step into the crepuscule of the burning sugar canes
At the dead ends of suburbia,
To leave the senses to go to sleep behind you,
And to start our barefooted, your feet
The size of toy boats, as you exhilarate the heavens
And pull them down to examine your own heavens-
And they see the truth to your passivity,
As the canoe lays tinkered up to the bank, underneath
The holly you left behind
Being given little kisses to its throat my tadpoles
Whose only hope is for metamorphosis
To join with your heavens- to bask across the
Fields who grow rich in the antediluvian things that
Evolve in your longing classrooms-
They follow you- muse, as you go leaping,
Caramel- muse of honey and applesauce-
Like bright sunlight underneath the moon.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Like Bright Sunlight Underneath The Moon

Muse- I want to see you wearing barrettes
In Paris-
Alma- rings of golden satellites between brown
Knuckles-
Warm sweet kisses underneath broken school
Busses- Alma-
Warm sweet places, like hot clay in
Art class- and easels waiting in the broken
Monuments of honeysuckle daylight
With saw horses underneath open hearts:
The way the wilderness waits across the canal
For you- Alma,
To step into the crepuscule of the burning sugar canes
At the dead ends of suburbia,
To leave the senses to go to sleep behind you,
And to start our barefooted, your feet
The size of toy boats, as you exhilarate the heavens
And pull them down to examine your own heavens-
And they see the truth to your passivity,
As the canoe lays tinkered up to the bank, underneath
The holly you left behind
Being given little kisses to its throat by tadpoles
Whose only hope is for metamorphosis
To join with your heavens- to bask across the
Fields who grow rich in the antediluvian things that
Evolve in your longing classrooms-
They follow you- muse, as you go leaping,
Caramel- muse of honey and applesauce-
Like bright sunlight underneath the moon.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Underneath The Neon Sign

Our hero leaves the pub his head still
Swimming with alcohol, his head
Buzzing with facts, figures and
Computers. night is descending as he
Wearily makes his way home through
The traffic jams and neon lights of the
Great metropolis.
Underneath the neon sign
All I see is imitation
And theres no earth beneath my feet.
There are no trees or fields in front of me
Only slabs of concrete.
Skyscrapers reaching up to the clouds,
Dont give the moon a chance to shine,
And Ive got imitation moonlight
Standing underneath the neon sign.
Is it real or just illusion?
Can there be a time when its night?
Is it merely my delusion
Or my senses telling me lies.
Is it just hallucination?
Have I been drinking too much wine?
I dont know if its day or night,
When Im underneath the neon sign.
Underneath the neon sign.
Electronic nature made by man with robots in mind.
Big city lights guide my way into the night, darkness shines
When Im standing underneath the neon sign.
If there isnt any sunshine
Well some-day buy the neon sign
And if we cant see any stars at night
Well sit and watch the traffic lights.
If there isnt any day-time
Ive got an imitation dawn,
Ive got a simulated sunshine
Standing underneath the neon sign.
Is it an illusion?
Have I been drinking too much wine?
Can there be day-time when its night
Underneath the neon sign.
Underneath the neon sign.
Is it mother nature
Playing tricks with my eyes
For darkness shines
When Im standing underneath the neon sign.

song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Emptiness of Your Car

I am dying in a pontification of shadows,
And perhaps I will never have
To be famous-
But my body will succumb, as it were,
Underneath the
Celebrations of your sororities,
Just as if I was the very earth underneath
The jubilations of the heavens,
As another song dies out as:
As you just make love to him again
And again,
Through the pageantries of tour particular
Stars:
Do you not know that they’ve already
Burned out,
After you’ve driven home in your car:
And I’ve tried being beautiful,
But I’ve all together given up,
And this is just the apiary left gossiping
In the very pornography illuminating in
The emptiness of your car.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Underneath

Waking up this morning thinking
Maybe this can't be real
And they say there is nothing love can't heal
Why don't you come on down
So you can feel what I feel
Sitting all alone in this place
Even though we're here face to face
There is nothing gone but there's something wrong
Can't you see that I'm stuck here underneath
And you're making it hard to breathe
Take a look around and tell me what you see
You'll find me
Underneath
Said Underneath
I know what to say but don't know where to begin
I fear I'm losing you beneath my skin
What is the resoloution for this pain that I'm in?
Sitting all alone in this place
Even though we're here face to face
There is nothing gone but there's something wrong
Can't you see that I'm stuck here underneath
And you're making it hard to breathe
Take a look around and tell me what you see
You'll find me
Underneath
Said Underneath
Oh whoa oh whoa oh
If only you could feel what I dream
Baby you could hear what I mean
There is nothing gone but there's something missing
Can't you see that I'm stuck here underneath
And you're making it hard to breathe
Take a look around and tell me what you see
You'll find me
Underneath
Said you'll find me
Underneath
Underneath
Said Underneath

song performed by by Hanson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Daily Routine

Every evening at 5.09
he leaves the office,
takes the streetcar
into town,
goes for a stroll
down to the park
by the canal,
there he sits
on the bench nearest
the ornate water fountain;
He dreams,
of a lost childhood
long summers ago
by the sea,
days filled with singing,
laughing and
crying;
Crying now,
the little girl
by the fountain
who has lost her way,
golden hair, eyes of grey,
reflected in his thick lenses;
As he watches her
he dreams,
of long summers ago,
a childhood by the sea
filled with laughing
and crying;
now in the park
he lies beneath a summer sky,
side by side with
the golden girl
and
she lies
very still.

poem by Louis Kasatkin
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Underneath The Bottle

Ooohhh-wheee, look at me
Looking for some sympathy
Its the same old story -
- of a man and his search for glory
And he found it, there underneath the bottle
Things are never good, things go from bad to weird
Hey gimme another scotch with my beer
Im sad to say -
- I feel the same today as I always do
Gimme a drink to relax me
Ooohhh-wheee, liquor set free
I cant do no work, the shakes inside me
Ahhh, shucks
I got the lousiest luck, Im sick of this
Underneath the bottle
Seven days make a week, on two of them I sleep
I cant remember what the heck I was doing
I got bruise on my leg -
- from I cant remember when
I fell down some stairs, I was lyin underneath the bottle
Ooohhh0wheee, son of a b.
You get so down, you cant get any lower
So long world, you play too rough
And its getting me all mixed up
I lost my pride and its hiddin there underneath the bottle

song performed by by Lou Reed
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A childhood forgotten, A childhood lost

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I can't remember,
Skipping rocks on the pond,
My childhoods forgotten,
My Childhoods lost,

Going to the lake,
Sitting on the beach,
Playing with friends,
or dancing in the streets,

I can't remember,
The crash in the fog,
My childhood was forgotten,
My childhood was lost,

The doctor doing surgery,
Me getting pills,
I can't remember any of it,
None of it's clear,

I still can't remember,
How it is gone,
My childhood forgotten,
My childhood's lost!

Well I'm gonna end it right now,
I gonna kill myself off,
A childhood Forgotten,
A childhood lost

poem by Dani Baxter
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Forlorn Damnity

swimming in the ocean
which only satisfies so long
the urges of the barbarian call
that wakes and quakes beneath my soul
underneath the inside of my heart
the one true piece of me
that i keep locked away,
for fear that it should catalyze
that i would break away and destroy
everything i ever held dear
but before i knew it he was gone
out the cage and out the door
walking on the bus, in the park, on the floor,
and there it was when i was hit
the only reason i do not fit
i've lost sight of everything
starting from when i saw it all
and now i am simply waiting for the fall.

but what if it never comes...
but if it never comes...
and if it never comes...
i will be just as lost as i was
swimming in the ocean
which only satisfies so long...

poem by David Thomas
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Underneath

Not engaged or devoted,
To that which makes someone happy...
Leads that person to hang on to the hopes,
That impressed neighbors will find their external images,
Shown...
Will ignite successful conversation on surfaced levels.
Even though they are disliked behind shut doors.

It is underneath...
One feels untouched.
It is underneath...
No depth is reached.
And it is underneath one keeps the re-creation,
Of intended pretentions.
As if this is sought by one who seeks.
As if in the doing...
One is not exposed!
And it is kept underneath,
One's true feelings...
Which are chosen to remain standoffish,
Distant, cold and left closed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I can't remember

I can't remember,
Skipping rocks on the pond,
My childhood forever gone,
My Childhoods lost,

Going to the lake,
Sitting on the beach,
Playing with friends,
And dancing in the streets,

I can't remember,
The talk I had with dad,
My childhood forever gone,
My childhood was lost,

I still can't remember,
How it is gone,
My childhood forever gone,
My childhood's lost!

By: Demarcus Reynolds

poem by Demarcus Reynolds
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Im Over You

(the silos)
The stars are shining brighter than the night that I remember
My thoughts are like a river
Reflecting in all directions
Im gonna phone her, but not today
Im gonna write her, but not today
Today Im gonna be
Driving down highway 441 with the windows down
A beer in one hand, the radio blasting
My old needs I wont recognize
Im over you
Hold on to the evening, hold on to the morn
All night long, sunshine hiding underneath and
Im gonna phone her, but not today
Im gonna write her, but not today
Today Im gonna be
Driving down highway 441 with the windows down
A beer in one hand, the radio blasting
My old needs I wont recognize
Im over you
Miles of country road rise, rise away
The cars are by the river
Clouds are in the coffee shops around here
Chorus

song performed by by Hootie & The Blowfish
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Never could you hide from...

1. Never could you hide from
Years, passed in turn.
Childhood is left for
Adult's life by all.

R.: But the school desk
I'm dreaming,
And the school books
I'm reading,
I remember all the teachers
One by one.
And the freckled girl is crying
From my childhood, when I'm
Trying to recall in mind the old time.

2. If you know, the childs
Try to grow fast,
Being in hurry
Turn to man, at last.

R.

3. We feel being tighted
In the golden age,
But we long for childhood,
When it comes to end.

R.

song, translated by Lyudmila Purgina
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Underneath This Smile

What I'm standing on is sinking in
And I don't have a clue how to get off of it
But when I look at you there is hope
It's like you see the sadness in my eyes
You read the blue between the lines
You could be the one to hold me when I wanna cry
Underneath this smile
My world is slowly caving in
All the while
I'm hanging on
Cause that is all I know
Could you be the one to save me
From every bad habit that has helped me dig this hole?
I've been hiding out for miles
Underneath this smile
I have walked this earth with broken bones
I've been keeping secrets under all these lights
But when you're around my defenses go
You don't let me run away from you
You don't let me twist and turn the truth
It feels as if I'm naked when you're standing in the room
Underneath this smile
My world is slowly caving in
All the while
I'm hanging on instead of letting go
Could you be the one to save me from every bad habit that has helped me dig this hole?
I've been hiding out too long
Underneath this smile
Underneath this smile
Oh, yeah
Underneath this smile
My world is slowly caving in
All the while
I'm hanging on instead of letting go
Could you be the one to save me from every bad habit that has helped me dig this hole?
Underneath this smile
Could you be the one to save me from every bad habit that has helped me dig this hole?
I've been hiding out for miles
Underneath this
Underneath this
Underneath this smile
What I'm standing on is sinking in

song performed by by Hilary Duff
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Peek In, Sneak About

Theres times where I want something more
Someone more like me
Theres times when this dress rehearsal
Seems incomplete
But, you see the colors in me like no one else
And behind your dark glasses youre...
Youre something else
Chorus:
Youre really lovely
Underneath it all
You want to love me
Underneath it all
Im really lucky
Underneath it all
Youre really lovely
You know some real bad tricks
And you need some discipline
But, lately youve been trying real hard
And giving me your best
And, you give me the most gorgeous sleep
That Ive ever had
And when its really bad
I guess its not that bad
(repeat chorus)
So many moons that we have seen
Stumbling back next to me
Ive seen right through and underneath
And you make me better
Ive seen right through and underneath
And you make me better
Better... better...
Lady saw:
You are my real prince charmin
Like the heat from the fire
You were always burnin
And each time youre around
My body keeps stalin
For your touch
Your kisses and your sweet romancin
Theres an underside to you
That so many adore
Aside from your temper
Everything else secure
Youre good for me, baby
Oh that, Im sure
Over and over again
I want more
Gwen:
Youve used up all your coupons
And all youve got left is me
And somehow Im full of forgiveness
I guess its meant to be
(repeat chorus)
Youre really lovely
Underneath it all
You want to love me
Underneath it all
Im really lovely
Underneath it all
And youre really lovely

song performed by by No Doubt
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Lost My Childhood

Yes i lost my childhood.
And it will never return.
I lost the innocient life
which i used to live.
I lost the fairy dreams
Which helped me for sound sleep.
Yes i lost toy car which i paddled for long.
i remember those fairy tales my mom told me.
I was a small school kid once,
Yes, I lost those moments.
With every day passing i am losing it
And i know it will never return.
Its true that i miss those days
But thats what i can only do.
I wanted to become big
But i was never aware of this hell.
I lost that laugh, i lost that joy.
I want that childhood again
I want to be a boy.
But all i got is a loss of childhood.

poem by James yardy
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Sugar

Come on baby get your shoes on
You're looking like you need a rescue
Underneath the southern moonlight
Where only I can find you
We can do it with our eyes closed
We can sit and talk for hours
Underneath the golden flowers
Where my sunshine grows

Sugar my love
Sugar my burn
Sugar may hide
Sugar may learn

I could give a thousand reasons
I could live a thousand lives
I know I would always meet you
Underneath a summer sky
So come on tell me love is glory
Come on tell me love is real
Show me what your heart is made of
Show me what I need to feel

(Chorus)

Show me that love is worth the wait
Tell me I'm right
Give me your love don't hesitate
Show me tonight

I waited so long for a love so true
So I'm giving it all right back to you
I'm giving you my best of silver
I'm giving you my best of gold

Sugar may hide
Sugar may burn

So come on baby get those shoes on
And we can run away from here
Talk about a life we're starting
We can start it all right here

Show me that love is worth the wait
Tell me I'm right
Give me your love don't hesitate
Show me tonight

song performed by by Tonic from Sugar
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Underneath The Streetlight

Yes I do--i love you!
I swear on the stars above I do!
I swear on the streetlight on the corner
Shoving back the shadows!
One shadow cursing
Another shadow laughing
Underneath the streetlight
I dont know where theyre coming from
I just see em passing
Underneath the streetlight . . .
Yes I do--i love you!
I swear on the buildings above I do!
I swear on a billion yellow and t.v. blue windows!
Gayboys with their pants so tight
Out in the neon light
Underneath the street light
A m- m- madman-madman
Kicking over garbage cans
Underneath the streetlight . . .
Yes I do--i love you!
I swear on the blinkin planes above I do!
I swear on the truck at the stoplight
With his airbrakes moaning!
All night the trucks roll
Up to the tunnel-toll
Underneath the streetlight
They come rollin, rollin
Rollin for a living
Underneath the streetlight . . .
Yes I do--i love you!
I swear on the disco sparkle dark I do!
I swear on the be-bop boys
Chasing the black bird
Rock n roll broadcast
Movin up now full blast
Underneath the streetlight
They come dancin, dancin
Really rock n rollin
Underneath the streetlight
Yes I do--i love you
I really love you
Yes I do--yes I do
I love you!

song performed by by Joni Mitchell
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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There Is Always Something On T.V.

Give to me more of your esoteric
Delights, basking in cauldrons
Underneath the sweaty trees-
Throw your dead soldiers of love in
With them,
And see how they grow, even as the
Day swoons, and the birds clap their
Wings over the inland driving traffics;
And, see here, a snake has bitten my cheek-
A harmless garden snake run to escape
The mowers,
And I’d been lying in the grasses watching long-
Legged kids removing themselves from school,
Without bell tolls, the sack lunches emptied,
Especially the girls;
And as the last shadows of the neighborhood
Caracole around these pretty sweets,
Baptize me in the canal under the multi-lidded
Eyes of prehistory or whatnot;
And give me liquor or sue me, because I am
Just an animal, and when there is nothing else
To do, there is always something on t.v.

poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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