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Saturday September 29, 2001

Days In Light

Spending half my days in dark,I look back my days in light.
With th diverse greedy,illusioned current of crowd...
With their meaningless smiles and tears!....
Where beyond the place of earth is their place of insights birth...?
How far will these music carry on them.....?
Let me not realize anything.
Let me not say anything.
Let me just burn like a star in a uncerain glow.



Pramod Naik

Posted by Naik at 6:39 AM
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Saturday September 22, 2001

I Walk The Streets

In the sun,in the rain, I walk the streets.
Every step hoping on the next.
In the dust,in the smoke, smelling luxuries once I had.

In the sun, in the rain, I walk the streets.
Melting my bones..,I sit.. claming my soul.
Cooling down the heat, begging into blank and dry eyes.
It drips... It drips.. leaving a dry salty bloody stain.

In the sun, in the rain, I walk the streets.
Pain's of each step and drip salutes u all.
How long all u and I are here?.He'll take u on there one day.
There, you cannot twist,bend,and play with your words.

In the sun, in the rain, I walk the streets.
Feeling the depths at bottom of this valley.
From here,only I can feel the peaks and shining tips.
I'll be there someday,never forgetting depths of bottom of this valley.


By, Pramod Naik

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Thursday August 30, 2001

How Many Times Can You Reject Me?

When the stars are twinkling in the sky I will be wishing for you.
You will be wishing I was never alive.
But you know I will always love you.
No Matter
No Matter
No Matter how much I try I will never get you.
My heart will always beat for you.
I will always love you.
When I am crying you will never answer my cry.
No Matter
No Matter
No Matter how much I cry.
I will always love you.
I will never get you I will never see you again.
The way I look at you will never be the same.
How many times can you reject me?
I love you and there is nothing you can do.
There's just a little time and I will be gone from here.

Posted by Naik at 9:03 AM
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Thursday August 30, 2001

After That Night

After That Night
by Luvbug

She said things would never change
She promised things would always be the same
She told me she loved me
She swore all this on our friendship

But after that night She had no friendship nor any love
After that night She said good- bye
After that night She said it never mattered
After that night She ignored me
After that night She left for good

It wasn't all my fault
It wasn't me who made all the mistakes
It wasn't me who turned away and left her standing
For I still loved her, It was She who made the choice
To leave me and all we shared after that night

She left me standing there, full of sadness and shame
She left me believing all her lies,
She left me to love her still after that night

Nothing was ever the same nor will it be
Because after that night not one bit of my love could make things right
I lost my best friend and my first love after that night.

Posted by Naik at 9:59 AM
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Thursday August 30, 2001

A Thousand Just For You

A thousand tears I've shed for you
A thousand lives Have died in me
A thousand smiles I have made
A thousand roses Where I laid
A thousand hearts I made bleed
A thousand souls All in need
A thousand minds Wonder and think
A thousand cups One life will drink
A thousand words One could say
A thousand wishes One could pray
A thousand miles Legs could walk
A thousand sounds A mouth could talk
A thousand times I'll be true
A thousand ways I'll say "I Love You"

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Thursday August 30, 2001

Then You Know How I Feel.....

Have you ever loved someone so much
You'd wait for eternity to be with them and
each day that feeling gets stronger?
Then you know how I feel..

Have you ever hurt so much it felt good?
From missing the one you love?
Then you know how I feel...

Have you ever known you would be
with someone forever, until
The seas turn dry and the rocks melt from the sun?
Then you know how I feel....

Have you ever had the feelings of
Happiness, excitement, and security
All at once, and it never goes away?
Then you know how I feel....

Have you ever thought there was no match?
You were to be alone, To dream of a love so great . . .
And then you get it?
Then you know How I feel....

Do You Feel It? Have you Felt it?
Words can't explain it, a fire burns within you,
and lasts for all time?
Then you know How I feel...

There may be sacrifices,
but I'm willing to give up even more,
But only if . . .
You will return them

Then . . . You will know How I feel!....

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Friday July 27, 2001

Trust

i thought i could have trust
i thought i could believe
but you had to abuse my trust
And its ruined because i believed

You ruined it up
you are to blame
you never give up
even ruining up my life today

i know you enjoy it
don't you lie to me
don't do this
because i know you don't care about me

i make me hate you
So leave clean up
don't make me love you too
Please be what you were.

Posted by Naik at 5:31 AM
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Thursday July 26, 2001

Trust Is Too Fragile To Play With

Trust is a very fragile thing something broken so easily and takes a long time to repair
i had my trust broken along time ago atleast 8 months ago and still i do not trust anything any one says to me know unless i already knew the truth
i know you all may say i am just being paranoid but i am not the only one who thinks like this
my trust was broken over a 3 month period of time where i was lied to and made an idiot of by my love who i thought i could trust and a few close friends who helped her break it
She told me untruths till they were coming out of my mouth
Then i believed her now i know better
But now its too late my trust has been broken and i have no trust in any one now
Every time i arrange to do something with someone i expect them not to show up
i have stopped going places because i think people will make me look stupid by standing me up i have not gone out with any gals since then because i have no trust of them and expect to be cheated on
i also have a huge commitment problem because of this
i also have become easily depressed
I hope that not too many of you have had to go through what i have been through
My advice to you is trust those who you have know for ages and be weary of those you have not

Trust is too fragile to play with

Posted by Naik at 6:23 AM
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Thursday August 23, 2001

For All Those Who Laughed At Me...

This is a gist of the hour long speech by Jessie Owens
(World famous Athlete ) on his first win of Gold medal in the Olympics.

"To those of you who laughed at me, thank you.
Without you I wouldn't have cried.

To those of you who just couldn't love me, thank you.
Without you I wouldn't have known real love.

To those of you who hurt my feelings, thank you.
Without you I wouldn't have felt them.

To those of you who left me lonely, thank you.
Without you I wouldn't have discovered myself.

But it is to those of you who thought I couldn't do it
It is you I thank the most,
Because without you I wouldn't have tried."

Posted by Naik at 1:58 AM
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Saturday August 25, 2001

And You Calling Me Colored??

DEAR WHITE FELLA
COUPLA THINGS YOU SHOULD KNOW
WHEN I BORN, I BLACK
WHEN I GROW UP, I BLACK
WHEN I GO IN SUN, I BLACK
WHEN I COLD, I BLACK
WHEN I SCARED, I BLACK
WHEN I SICK, I BLACK
AND WHEN I DIE, I STILL BLACK


AND YOU WHITE FELLA,
WHEN YOU BORN, YOU PINK
WHEN YOU GROW UP, YOU WHITE
WHEN YOU GO IN SUN, YOU RED
WHEN YOU COLD, YOU BLUE
WHEN YOU SCARED, YOU YELLOW
WHEN YOU SICK, YOU GREEN
WHEN YOU DIE, YOU GRAY.
AND YOU CALLING ME COLORED??

Posted by Naik at 11:03 AM
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Thursday August 23, 2001

It's All About Friendship

In Kindergarten your idea of
A good friend was the person who
let you have the red crayon when all
That was left was the ugly brown one.

In 1st grade your idea of a
Good friend was the person who went
To the bathroom with you and held
Your hand as you walked through the
Scary halls.

In 2nd grade your idea of a
Good friend was the person who
Helped you to stand up to the class bully.

In 3rd grade your idea of a
Good friend was the person who
Shared their lunch with you
When you forgot yours on the bus.

In 4th grade your idea of a
Good friend was the person who
Was willing to switch square-dancing
Partners in gym so you wouldn't
Have to be stuck do-si-doing with
Nasty Nick or Smelly Samantha.

In 5th grade your idea of a friend
Was the person who saved a seat on
The back of the bus for you.

In 6th grade your idea of a
Friend was the person who went
Up to your new crush and asked them
To dance with you, so that if
They said no you wouldn't have to be
Embarrassed.


In 7th grade your idea of a
Friend was the person who let
You copy the social studies homework
From the night before that you had not done.

In 8th grade your idea of a
Friend was the person who helped
You pack up your stuffed animals and
Old soccer cards so that your
Room would be "high schooler" room,
But didn't laugh at you when you
Finished and broke into tears.


In 9th grade your idea of a
Good friend was the person who
Went to that "cool party" thrown by a
Senior so that you would not be
The only freshman there.


In 10th grade your idea of a
Good friend was the person who
Drove you to school before you could
Drive so you wouldn't have to
Ride the bus.


In 11th grade your idea of a
Good friend was the person who
Convinced your parents that you
Shouldn't be grounded, consoled you
When you broke up with your sweetie,
Made time for you even when they
Had a sweetie.



In 12th grade your idea of a
Good friend was the person who
Helped you pick out a college,
Assured you that you would get into
That college, helped you deal with your
Parents who were having a hard time
Adjusting to the idea of letting you go.


At graduation your idea of a
Good friend was the person who
Was crying on the inside but managed
The biggest smile one could give
As they congratulated you.


The summer after 12th grade
Your idea of a good friend was
The person who helped you clean up the
(root beer) bottles from that party,
Helped you sneak out of the house
When you just couldn't deal with
Your parents, helped you pack for
College and just silently hugged you as
You looked through blurry eyes at
18 years of memories you were
Leaving behind.


Now, your idea of a good friend
Is still the person who gives you
The better of two choices,
Holds your hand when you're scared,
Helps you fight off those who try
To take advantage of you,
Thinks of you at times when you are not there,
Reminds you of what you have forgotten,
Helps you put the past behind you
But understands when you need to
Hold on to it a little longer,
Stays with you so that you have confidence,
Goes out of their way to make time for you,
Helps you clear up your mistakes,
Helps you deal with pressure from others,
Smiles for you when you are sad,
Helps you become a better person,
And most importantly loves you!

THANK YOU FOR BEING MY FRIEND.

No matter where we go or who we
Become, may we never forget those
Who helped us get there.
There is never a wrong time
To pick up the phone or send a message
Telling your friends how much you
Miss them or how much you love them.
Pass it on to someone who you want to remind.
Send this to all your friends, old and new,
And then watch and see who sends it back to you.

Posted by Naik at 2:15 AM
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Thursday August 23, 2001

What Life Means....

Standing for what you believe in,
Regardless of the odds against you,
and the pressure that tears at your resistance,
... means courage.

Keeping a smile on your face,
When inside you feel like dying,
For the sake of supporting others,
... means strength.

Stopping at nothing,
And doing what's in your heart,
You know is right,
... means determination.

Doing more than is expected,
To make another's life a little more bearable,
Without uttering a single complaint,
... means compassion.

Helping a friend in need,
No matter the time or effort,
To the best of your ability,
... means loyalty.

Giving more than you have,
And expecting nothing,
But nothing in return,
... means selflessness.

Holding your head high,
And being the best you know you can be
When life seems to fall apart at your feet,
Facing each difficulty with the confidence

That time will bring you better tomorrows,
And never giving up,
... means confidence.

Author UNKNOWN

Posted by Naik at 10:17 AM
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Friday August 24, 2001

I Rise......

You may write me down in history You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wonderously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.


By Maya Angelo.

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Thursday August 30, 2001

More Than I Thought

I love you more than I thought...
or so that is what my mind says...
I love you more than I dreamed of...
or so that is what my mind says...
I cry when I'm not around you...
or so that is why my tears fall down...
I look at your picture smiling...
or so that is what my face says...
I can't believe I love you this much...
or so that is what my heart says.

I talk about you to my friends...
or so that is what they say...
I stare at your smiling pictures...
or so that is what my eyes say...
I... I... love you...
or so that is what my heart says...

Nothing can compare how much I have loved you...
how I loved to watch your every move...
the way you smile...
the way you walk...
they way you grin...
the way you write with your hand...
You are my first crush...
Only if you knew...
how much I have always loved you...

You first spoke to me a few days after I felt those emotions...
I was nervous and scared...
and all you said was "Hi"...
those words were the world to me...
All I could do was stare...
The bell rang, you walked your way...
I walked mine...
I kicked myself later for that...
Or so that is why I cried myself to sleep that night...
or so... that is what my tears said…

Posted by Naik at 8:49 AM
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Monday July 23, 2001

Thoughts Of A Deaf Child

My family knew that I was deaf
When I was only three, and since then fifteen years ago
Have never signed to me.
I know when I'm around the house,
I try and use my voice,
It makes them feel more comfortable
For me, I have no choice.
I try, communicate their way-
Uncomfortable for me.
My parents wouldn't learn sign
Ashamed or apathy?
I never cared about the sound of radios and bands
What hurts me most is, I never heard
My parents' signing hands.

-Stephen J. Bellitz

Posted by Naik at 7:09 AM
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Monday July 23, 2001

World Of Words

One day I saw a little child as lovely as a flower,
She danced and ran, she jumped and turned ...
I watched her for an hour.

This child of God was all the things I'd want my own to be,
Magnificient of heart adn limb a curiosity.

But when God made this little one he didn't give her sound,
He left her in silent world where quiet is profound.

A deep abyss, a lonely world, away from all who hear,
To never know the voice of man in happiness or fear.

And as I watched her hands make pictures in the air,
A silent unknown rhythm that I could never share.

For in this world of silence the hearing rarely go,
Because they lack the picture words it never can be so.

This causes me to wonder about the world of sound,
What is it that we're missing where the silence is profound?

And then I knew the answer, it suddenly was there--
To live and love togethere means people have to share.

Thus in the world of picture words where pretty symbols flow,
The meanings of I LOVE YOU is there for all who know.

And so I guess the world of sound will stay a world apart,
Until it learns the picture words, it cannot share the same heart.

Philip A. Bellefleur, Ph.D.

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Monday July 23, 2001

It's All Fake

Bloom of passion dead
artificial yet real
the innocent bee lured.

Unresponding eyes
marks the sadness
of the day and
the hideousness of the night.

Dirty pavement
parallel to the
cold hearts that
are hardened to the norms
written all over the papers.

Living the ugly
life and suffering
righteous consequences.
Snickering women laughing
at hopelessness.

No longer safe are we,
the stench of evil
lurking and waiting for
every opportunity
with perverted eyes.

Posted by Naik at 7:13 AM
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Monday July 23, 2001

Cry Of Humanity

Inspriation

Once Vishwamitra in his ashram was having a peacefull talks with his sishyas.
suddenly a she bird with an arrow,blood oozing out fell infornt.The he bird crying
came down crying and sits beside she bird... followed by hunters drum beat laughter...

This poem tries to explan the senario.


The arrows fly around us.
The explosions destroy everything we love.
The panges of separation.
The agony of the bird lingers
The deafning noise of the wave drums,
Breaking to splinter even the silence of graveyard
Listen to that cry of HUMANITY..
'Maanishaada'
Listen to that cry.....

Posted by Naik at 7:39 AM
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Tuesday July 24, 2001

My Thoughts Are For The Deads.

And I'm standing there, thinking things I won't say.
I hear myself and wonder if I'm not someone to slay.
I pray every night in my own way, I have so many wishes.
But instead of dreaming, I'd Better focus on putting something in my dishes.

I happen to wonder if I am real, if someone is at my left.
Sin told me to look at the moon but I'm more than straight.
Oh please Sin, give me a key, I want to be in the spin.
Like every one else I got the disease, and I need to cure within.

Her eyes tell me lies but she doesn't, where could I have been?
In the second zone for a trial or somewhere between.
I told her about my darkest thoughts, she told me to clear the way.
I don't understand, I don't want to, with her I want to share the "may".

Lonely train in my lonely veins, the blood can't get through.
There are no leaders or believers, i'm the only one to know the truth.

But I'm so scared.I'm in the red.I love the idea of being dead.
So stupid lying in that bed.

Sin gives me light but I stay in the shadow.
There's an elevator but I prefer going below.
Among the bones and the sharp of galsses, I'm in love with the pieces.
I'm not blond, I'm not pure.

I am so dark cuz it's so cool to look in the wrong way.
When I feel well, euphoria tells me to get away.
Oh please, take that hand which leads you somewhere else.
Cuz I stand here and it feels like a real bad taste.

I love the brown, the black and purple, it fills me up.
When I get down, the last thing I want is to get up.
Take me away, get me out of that bed, I'm starting to feel afraid.
I never smile or it's a fake, my thoughts are for the deads.

I took the boat to go down my river of blood.
I used to go deep down inside and every where, I've never seen a god.

I'm such a shame.I'm the one to blame.Give me a lame.Give me a flame.

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Tuesday July 24, 2001

For Once

For once I'd like to watch you right in the eyes
For once I'd like to be tired to live after midnight
For once I'd like to cut out the electricity
For once I'd like to let my egocentricity out
For once I'd like to be your baby bear
For once I'd like to talk to the moon that will answer
For once I'd like to tell you the way it is
For once I'd like you to tell me the truth
For once I'd like one day to have the possibility to tell you how much I love you .

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Tuesday July 24, 2001

Wrongfully Convicted

by Angelina Merrill

Some people are wrongfully convicted.
Putting in Appeals, hoping the charges will be lifted.
A prison cell, now their new home.
Entrapped, inside razor barb fences.
With no more freedom to roam.
A lot of precious years, will be lost.
At somebody else's cost.
Taking everything day by day.
The only thing left to do is hope and pray.
Maybe some day, the real criminal will meet their fate.
Wrongfully convicted, and having a lot of hate.
Pushed through the system, so they can close the case.
Not able to accept what has happened.
Sooner or later, it will have to be faced.
Innocent as hell, we shouldn't be here.
Living a life of constant fear.
Maybe, they'll realize they made a mistake.
Hopefully some day, when I awake.
I will hear I'm a free man.
And a journey home, I'll take.

Posted by Naik at 4:16 AM
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Tuesday July 24, 2001

Never Forgotten

I was only 25 when it began
Smartly with your fake sarrows, when I had just started again.
You preyed on my innocence and my trust.
How did I know that it was wrong?

You did things so horrible to me,
My soul and mind were bared.

You said it was to show your love
By taking my feelings for your use.
But now I know that what happened to me
Wasn't love it was a game you played.

All the dirty things you did to me
Won't wash away with rain.
Nothing on earth will rid my heart
Of this neverending pain.

I hope that you hurt as much as I do,
Or do you even remember what you did?
Nothing will make up for the pain you caused
When I had just started again.

The mental scars you put on me
Have since healed with time.
But my pain still shows on the outside
Whenever the child inside of me starts to cry.
And all of the hurt and pain that you have caused
Will always be remembered, like a flower that forever blooms.

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Wednesday July 25, 2001

To Watch You Leaving

by Jocelyn Galvano-Pickett

To Watch You Leaving . . .
is to know such pain, it's jagged edges tearing into my soul. As a stake from the garden tears into the warm, dark earth.

To Watch You Leaving . . .
knowing all the while that never again will I fit myself, warm with sleep, against your solid back.
Nor hear your steady breathing. Or feel the beating of your heart.

To Watch You Leaving . . .
aware in every moment of every day that my dreams, my future once tied with silken ribbons to yours, will never come to be.
And the mornings once so silent and hopeful, us gazing at the mountains and so gently awaiting forever - are now but small pieces of my past.

To Watch You Leaving . . .
your heart a tight fist of anger and your dry eyes betraying nothing of you. I cry for both of us, my love, because you will not.

To Watch You Leaving . . .
is to know that I've lost my place on this earth. My station. My heart's home. That I will wander, forever a nomad. Alone and afraid. And in my troubled dreams watch you leave, again and again.
For the balance of my days.

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Wednesday July 25, 2001

Thank You

Never has a word escaped my pen,
unless fueled by agony.
Ink will not run without tears.
And so while you were here
my pen remained still...
We loved and laughed,
and claimed the world.
I see that sweet morning smile
each time now that I wake alone,
and reach for my pen.

The words are back.
Often making no sense.
Keeping me awake at night.
Blurring my vision
as they ache within me.
Driving me insane with
childish ill-tempered rhymes.
I curse them as the race around
in my allready too-busy mind.
But what would I do without them now?
How would I find release?
I'm sure the searing ache in my chest
would destroy me.

And so I ramble on
trying to outrun the pain
with my pen.

Trying to erase the longing
with words.

I fail.
Each time I fail,
but at least I have the words again.

Thank you for what we shared.
Thank you for the love.
Thank you for the memories.
Thank you for leaving.


By Barry Veinotte

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Thursday July 26, 2001

Love

Love, to me, is not something in a book,
Something old, or stale, or weak,
Nor something exclusively feminine or soft,
And not feeble, timid or fearful.

It is not to do with the loins,
It is not to do with the head,
It is not to do with forced actions,
And it is nowhere in a lusty eye.

It is not strange or mystic,
It is not far off and vague,
It is not difficult to obtain,
It is not exclusive to any group.

It is not a sign of weakness.
It is found in the hearts of the greatest heroes,
And the greatest heroines,
And is a fearsome force to trifle with.

It resides in an indefinable spot in our chest,
Sometimes in our belly.
It is not tangible enough to be grasped with the hand,
But is more solid than the gold too many of us trust in.

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Thursday July 26, 2001

What You Gave Me Back....

Snatched
By a couple of vicious bandits
Took prison
Behind tears and blood
Balls and chains
Hanging down on my feet
Cruel torture
Of deep-seated enmity


Lingering pain
I can bare no more
So I braved the risk of escaping
Succeeding to evade my captors
But ........
Endured the stigma
Of living with the nightmare and pain
Made heavier
By solitary anguish

Everyday of my life
Bitter memories rush back
To kill me again
Rip me into pieces
Destroy my vengeance
Make me bleed to death

No more strength
To rise and fight back
My own inner demons
For I am my own hideous monster
Victim of my own game
Entrapped by my own fears

No purpose
But to die
In a glorious badge
In silence
In sorrow
In solitude

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Friday July 20, 2001

The Waiting

It seemed forever, all the waiting
It's so very hard to do -
When the person that you love the most
Is far away from you.

In me, there was an anger
And with it, awful fear
Would something dreadful happen
To the one that I held dear?

What will it be like, I thought
When she finally makes it home
Will it be the same or will it be
Worse than being alone?

I waited, I prayed, I wrote
And God, I was so scared
I was the one who dreamed of you
I was the one who cared.

But you never really did come home
And I finally came to see
That you were staying over there
There was nothing left for me.

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Friday July 20, 2001

Time Does Not Bring Relief

Time does not bring relief you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss her in the weeping of the rain
I want her at the shrinking of the tide
The old snows melt from every mountain-side,
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go, -- so with her memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell her boot or shone her face
I say, "There is no memory of her here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering her.

- - Edna St. Vincent Millay "Time Does Not Bring Relief" 1917

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Friday July 20, 2001

Is There Life After Death?

Cleanse ourselves of sins
For death passes everyone
You'll never know when your day will come
But we'll all go one by one
It's all a mystery to me
Is there life after death?
Or do we end up in a mortuary?
After taking our last breath?
Do our souls wander on earth?
Or is it an end to vitality?
Or is it a new birth...
To everlasting immortality??

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Monday July 23, 2001

you Have To Be Deaf To Understand.

What is it like to "hear" a hand?
You have to be deaf to understand.

What is it like to be a small child,
In a school, in a room void of sound --
With a teacher who talks and talks and talks
And then when she does come around to you,
She expects you to know what she's said?
You have to be deaf to understand.

Or the teacher thinks that to make you smart,
You must first learn how to talk with your voice
So mumbo-jumbo with hands on your face
For hours and hours without patience or end,
Until out comes a faint resembling sound?
You have to be deaf to understand.

What is it like to be curious,
To thirst for knowledge you can call your own,
With an inner desire that's set on fire --
And you ask a brother, sister, or friend
Who looks in answer and says, "Never Mind"?
You have to be deaf to understand.

What it is like in a corner to stand,
Though there's nothing you've done really wrong,
Other than try to make use of your hands
To a silent peer to communicate
A thought that comes to your mind all at once?
You have to be deaf to understand.

What is it like to be shouted at
When one thinks that will help you to hear
Or misunderstand the words of a friend
Who is trying to make a joke clear,
And you don't get the point because he's failed?
You have to be deaf to understand.

What is it like to be laughed in the face
When you try to repeat what is said
Just to make sure that you've understood,
And you find that the words were misread --
And you want to cry out, "Please help me, friend"?
You have to be deaf to understand.

What is it like to have to depend
Upon one who can hear to phone a friend
Or place a call to a business firm
And be forced to share what's personal, and,
Then find that your message wasn't made clear?
You have to be deaf to understand.

What is it like to be deaf and alone
In the company of those who can hear --
And you only guess as you go along,
For no one's there with a helping hand,
As you try to keep up with words and song?
You have to be deaf to understand.

What is it like on the road of life
To meet with a stranger who opens his mouth --
And speaks out a line at a rapid pace
And you can't understand the look in his face
Because it is new and you're lost in the race?
You have to be deaf to understand.

What is it like to comprehend
Some nimble fingers that paint the scene,
And make you smile and feel serene,
With the "spoken word" of the moving hand
That makes you part of the word at large?
You have to be deaf to understand.

What is it like to "hear" a hand?
Yes, you have to be deaf to understand.

Posted by Naik at 7:09 AM
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Saturday July 07, 2001

Tum Bachoge Nahi

Hume ab jeene ki dar nahi, na marne ki.
Hume ab kuch kone ke dar nahi,na paane ki.
Bus... dar hain hum kahi mar na jaaye
un sab log maarne se phele jisne humra sabkuch bigaada hain.

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Wednesday July 18, 2001

It Was All Fake

as i cry myself to sleep
i hear your voice telling me
"it's over..."

how could you make me feel
like all this was real
it's fake

all the time you said you cared
though in your heart he's there
forever

though i'm with pain that overwhelms
i can't be with no one else
except you

i can't help that i hate you
though i love you too
so much

the radio plays our song
i don't know if i can go on
alone

i try with all my might
to get on with my life
it's hard

but i still stay strong
to me you're not the only one
that matters

i will get over this pain
and put away my shame
...someday

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Wednesday July 18, 2001

I Should Have Listened To Them.

i'm so sorry for how things turned out
i'm so sorry for how things are now
i feel so bad 'cause of what happened
i could have lost so many friends
i shouldn't have done what i did
i should have listened to what they said
i could have stopped it from the start
but now i've made it all my fault
there were many signs telling me
what i was doing was violating
but of course i didn't listen
i was too stubborn i ignored them
i didn't know then, but now i do
i've learned my lesson very well too
if i didn't play around it would be fine
but i caused stress and drama in our lives
i became the person of whom i hate
i didn't know what i was doing it's my mistake
from now on, i'll try to change my ways
and make the present and future better days
still, i'll never forget
and i'll always regret
...my mistake

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Friday July 20, 2001

Between God And Me

Did I ask you too much ??.
I see a bilnd,I say, "you have given me better vision".
I see a begger,I say "you have given me a better shelter".
Today I beg you for a simple thing.
Give me a single STATE which you have given the rest.
You give me vision, you make me feel colours,you give me a hope to move on...
then you make me blind.
Today,I dont ask for my eyes back like in the past.
Oh! God I beg you, Please dont give me dreams.
Please donot start giving hopes again.
Please donot give me happiness.
Please donot give me anything.Why do you give me when I dont ask you??.
Please let me live in this state or take me along with you.
I want to see you,I want to ask you,But.. give me a promise..
you should never send me back here again".

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Friday July 20, 2001

They Have Felt Only Sun

a drop of rain touched me once, but i have many brothers & sisters
who have felt nothing but the sun.
and once i kissed the bottom of the sole of the foot of a boy
who ran into the ocean and drowned
but i have many brothers & sisters who have felt nothing but the sun.

by
Jonathan Vos Post

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