tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18339352903213649732024-02-20T05:00:12.562-08:00Tazmanian DevilNikole Gorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11524322265649803654noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833935290321364973.post-71339338008186811312018-08-01T04:43:00.001-07:002018-08-01T04:43:30.024-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
That scar.<br />
All you've got, is what's left<br />
It's not right that what you felt<br />
Someone told you<br />
What you had, was what<br />
Had saved you from<br />
Your future self.<br />
<br />
Don't apologize<br />
For what you didn't find<br />
Seeded feel within the floor,<br />
Of your feet,<br />
Your rooted self<br />
<br />
My thoughts penned down<br />
Tumbled out<br />
Round and round like a washing machine<br />
Like words written on skin<br />
Fading everyday leaving tiny pigment marks within</div>
Nikole Gorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11524322265649803654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833935290321364973.post-72813578861709191332018-08-01T04:40:00.002-07:002018-08-01T04:40:24.410-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We got no tribe,<br />
Onward we ride,<br />
We fall we rise<br />
Ahead of our times,<br />
Lift our heads<br />
Hold them up high<br />
Inspire mankind?<br />
Even man-unkind?<br />
<br />
We got organs,<br />
No guitars,<br />
Our eggs we carry far-<br />
Baskets on the side,<br />
Not talking about the ones inside<br />
<br />
We are a tribe<br />
Each roadbump<br />
That we climb<br />
In our hearts<br />
Soaring high<br />
No one can deny,<br />
Follow on,<br />
keep moving on,<br />
Soar high<br />
Living life,<br />
In hindsight?<br />
<br /></div>
Nikole Gorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11524322265649803654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833935290321364973.post-21080297507869503952018-08-01T04:36:00.001-07:002018-08-01T04:36:31.424-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
You.<br />
<br />
Long winding roads<br />
Seem pleasant like the breeze,<br />
My voice won't let me sing,<br />
I'm croaking like a toad.<br />
The sunlight sends you codes<br />
Leaves teach you, leave. Don't tease<br />
<br />
All the memories in your soul<br />
Kind and beautiful -they're free<br />
Gypsy- your life, a story told<br />
Vivid colours in black and white<br />
Through this attempt of<br />
A musical masterpiece<br />
My heart attempts to be bold<br />
<br />
I sit and write, what I could find<br />
Three days of rides, more roads in life.<br />
<br /></div>
Nikole Gorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11524322265649803654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833935290321364973.post-17336274412579055322018-08-01T04:30:00.005-07:002018-08-01T04:30:59.969-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Creep green eyes<br />
<br />
You helped me find<br />
What we defined<br />
And helped me see<br />
How great we'd be<br />
<br />
Your eyes they speak<br />
Different coloured melodies<br />
The years you lied<br />
Your pain I believed<br />
<br />
<br /></div>
Nikole Gorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11524322265649803654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833935290321364973.post-9557441820477052802018-08-01T04:23:00.003-07:002018-08-01T04:23:58.509-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
She sits dumb founded<br />
Spell bound<br />
Acts more like a clown<br />
Feelings, emotions<br />
Going down<br />
No collar, no owner<br />
Straight to the dog pound<br />
Screaming aloud, yet no sound<br />
<br /></div>
Nikole Gorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11524322265649803654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833935290321364973.post-20454940360996785702018-08-01T04:22:00.000-07:002018-08-01T04:22:12.696-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Lost face.<br />
<br />
Somedays, I'm out of place,<br />
Thoughless in my own space<br />
Why? How's everything fast paced?<br />
This drug I smoke, is it also laced?<br />
<br />
Contemplating life, with no Grace.<br />
In this world, why I use mace?<br />
Everything is moving, still dazed<br />
Evolution. Thats the case<br />
Still no one for a warm embrace<br />
<br /></div>
Nikole Gorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11524322265649803654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833935290321364973.post-73896342367477527302010-05-09T14:22:00.001-07:002010-05-09T14:32:58.044-07:00The pleasure of walking through<br />The joys you help me see<br />Through clouds of rain<br />And the birds that sing their sweet melody.<br />The pain you help me feel<br />WE ignore the things that don't matter<br />Cherish the things we have, oh! yeah we do!<br />You help me see the beauty within<br />You teach me right from wrong,<br />You hold my hand and walk me through<br />The beautiful world where I belong!<br /><br />What if this world didn't exist?<br />And what if we never saw?<br />What if none of this mattered?<br />Where then would we fall?<br /><br />To have you and not hold you,<br />You would never really know...<br /><br />What its like to be the one in love!<br /><br /><br />When i need someone, I find some one<br />is this the right kind of feeling?<br />Is this, what I am?Nikole Gorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11524322265649803654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833935290321364973.post-27516502501935543382010-01-05T21:30:00.000-08:002010-01-05T21:33:58.423-08:00Mutuality of feelingsThe world around me begins to cry,<br />As i feel the pain i begin to shy,<br />They cry and they smile-<br />Hopelessly I nod<br />Cautiously I talk-<br />Peacefully i walk away-<br /><br />Their talks and the words - grab me-<br />As they begin to speak,<br />Slowly but surely I turn away.<br /><br />Finally the fight surrendered,<br />The pain they feel- i admit-<br />I feel it too.<br />The tears they cry-<br />I cry them too.Nikole Gorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11524322265649803654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833935290321364973.post-77658640687044067462010-01-05T21:26:00.000-08:002010-01-05T21:30:32.911-08:00RealityThe faces i scorn,<br />The Voices I detest,<br />The sounds of silence,<br />Like music to the ear.<br /><br />The eyes clashing,<br />And the painful screams<br />The echoes through the white noise in my head.<br /><br />The people around me<br />Believe in me<br />The scenes from the movie<br />Replayed in my mind.<br /><br />(written in 2006!)Nikole Gorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11524322265649803654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833935290321364973.post-66369915478134449452009-12-17T22:03:00.000-08:002009-12-17T22:17:52.071-08:00Plea to Gaiya (mother earth)<span style="font-family:georgia;">Windows under ceilings </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Hanging in the air</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">People shed their tears </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">and they run everywhere</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The sky that was frozen,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Hanging in no where,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The sun with the stars</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> and the life that was there.</span><br /><br />Gaiya<span style="font-family:georgia;"> we call upon you now (through)</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The trees the flowers the rainbows in the sky</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Peoples' changing faces,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The smell of burning hair,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The frantic screams,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The violence- The shooting in the air,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The smoke that blinds the sky</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">from the riots that were there</span><br />Burning<span style="font-family:georgia;"> of all humans left unaware.</span><br /><br />Gaiya<span style="font-family:georgia;"> we call upon you now</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">wake and give me reasons why we live</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The rioters were humans</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Who left without a care,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The shooting and the torching,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The brotherhood gone bare,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">We call upon you mother </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Come and save us all</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Hear the humble plea </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Of your daughter your own soul."</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Gaiya we call upon you now</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">Wake and give me reasons - why i sing.</span>Nikole Gorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11524322265649803654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833935290321364973.post-91560862338256872872009-12-17T21:43:00.000-08:002009-12-17T22:03:19.211-08:00The distraught womanExploitation of all kinds<br />Young woman and child<br />Abused subdued all her life<br />Shes lived a lie<br />I know the pain that she has<br />Lived with each day<br />Sexual exploitation-<br />The voice I never heard<br /><br />Smile the world screams out loud<br />Hazy faces causes crystal eye<br />She drowns herself in the whiskey-<br />The spirit takes her life<br /><br />The world has told her<br />She knows nothing but hate.<br />Hatred: The feeling built up-<br />It takes her life away...<br /><br />Smile the world screams out loud<br />Hazy faces causes crystal eye<br />She drowns herself in the whiskey-<br />The spirit takes her lifeNikole Gorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11524322265649803654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833935290321364973.post-11580466485618216922008-11-03T12:18:00.000-08:002008-11-03T12:27:02.137-08:00Randomness<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ॐ</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">नमः</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">शिवा </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ஓம்</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">நம்</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">சிவ</span><span> </span></span><br /><br /> <br /><br /> Indecency the key to bad omen, the spell cursed, beyond repair... the lines of thought fade... under the undertones of confusion। The reason unknown।<br /><br /><br />Its only when senseless emotions take over the vulnerable mind, that the chance to feel upset is given to the soul. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Inspite</span> of the permission that needs to be granted to upset the other, still somehow the feeble mind lets the thoughts take over....<br /><br /><br />The pondering minds, fill with laughter, as the brash human lives in vain. Thought processes with nothing to match, the violent mind weeps in vain...Bodies hurt, minds tortured by the ignorance of what lies ahead.... Little knowledge is never enough to make judgments on that complicated human.<br /><br />ॐ नमः शिवाNikole Gorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11524322265649803654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833935290321364973.post-75401198564822337062008-07-24T03:54:00.000-07:002008-07-24T04:03:58.154-07:00GRIEVEANCE<span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"> The floor seems hard,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The sky- not so distant,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The ground - too high</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The weight - minimal</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The brain - empty</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">Patience outrun by depression</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The mind makes me,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);">The decision takes me!</span>Nikole Gorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11524322265649803654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833935290321364973.post-51098875871443575822008-07-24T03:46:00.000-07:002008-07-24T03:51:32.825-07:00Madness!When life gets you down,<br />And there's no one around,<br />Look up at the sky<br />And loose the will to die.<br /><br />When the world seems empty,<br />Look into the fridge,<br />Grab a beer,<br />Drink to eternity.<br /><br />When life gets you down,<br />And you got nowhere to run,<br />Grab a brush, and paint your feelings.<br /><br />Do whats best- show a finger to the rest!!!Nikole Gorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11524322265649803654noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833935290321364973.post-46495775155908817742008-07-24T03:26:00.000-07:002008-07-24T03:35:23.440-07:00ILLUSIONSCovered with shame,<br />No one to blame,<br />Helping the helpless,<br />Not knowing them dead.<br />The illusion of reality<br />Shadowed by self-deception<br />Faking the life once lead-<br />Not facing the truth.<br /><br />Who chose their road,<br />The one un-tread.<br />The portrait of a blinking idiot<br />In my head.<br /><br />The more I linger,<br />Still more fool I appear<br />Deceiving myself-<br />Hiding from reality-<br />The illusions in my head.<br /><br /><br />The faces I see- cold and bare-<br />The voices I hear so unclear,<br />Not known to me- or understandable I say<br />The illusion created by the remedies faked<br />The truth unsaid - Painful indeed.<br />The gifts of rich value through which I'm paid.<br />The noise, the confusion -<br />The distraction I sense-<br />All these illusions in my head!Nikole Gorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11524322265649803654noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833935290321364973.post-3640740429490079652008-07-24T03:16:00.000-07:002008-07-24T03:42:25.604-07:00L_ve- for her beloved<span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Never before in this world of pain,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Ever have I imagined, that I'd ever gain-</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">The pain and the suffering-</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Of the years that have passed-</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Through the lessons of experience I've Affixed in my veins-</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">But, now its no more a question of pain-</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Nor hurt, nor Fear nor hate for the near-</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Love and passion, Fire and flame-</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Is what I call the name of this game.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">The locks that are curly-</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">The eyes with no shame-</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">The innocence, the wonder even through pain-</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">The hurt that was caused</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Through the years- All in vain-</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Just a feeling- the word love- makes me insane.</span>Nikole Gorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11524322265649803654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833935290321364973.post-53908969140806467892008-07-17T01:53:00.000-07:002008-07-17T01:57:24.741-07:00Echoes<span style="font-family: lucida grande;">Sitting all alone,<br />Thinking life was just a dream,<br />Listening to the sounds of,<br />The silence of the screams,<br /><br />And then you came along,<br />Made me see you through the light,<br />And now my song is sung,<br />I have nowhere to hide.<br /><br /></span>Nikole Gorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11524322265649803654noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1833935290321364973.post-14570796147262460842008-06-16T18:39:00.000-07:002008-06-16T19:08:03.195-07:00The Power of Her.....<b><span style="font-family:courier new,monospace;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Melodies of the fated,<br />Silently creeps- the fallen stars-<br />Silently weep.<br /><br />At the break of dawn,<br />The smoke fills the air-<br />The peace of the night-<br />The darkness unseen.<br /><br />The sounds of the night<br />Silenced by laughter-<br />Silent smiles-<br />The smell of disaster.<br /><br />What if this world had never existed-<br />What if this all was but a dream?<br />The spotlight moves from person to person-<br />Fifteen minutes of fame- Through destruction and curses.<br /><br /><br />She blows a storm-<br />The air we breathe,<br />Through deer and faun<br />The elegance beneath.<br /><br />Revelation calls<br />With trumpet and horn.<br />The name proclaimed-<br />Of our mother beloved.<br /><br />Fire and sin- tagged as evil.<br />For what? They ask-<br />For pain or for pleasure?<br /><br /><br />Come tome beneath the sky,<br />Or I will come to earth and die-<br />Immortal soul destroyed by man,<br />The buzzing sound of her heart weeping.<br /><br />Beautiful mother,<br />Through trees and weed-<br />The stars,the moon and<br />The waters that bleed-<br />The flowers that fall<br />Beneath our feet...<br />Do we stop to notice- her breath we breath?<br /><br />The sounds, the sights,<br />The fragrance of hers,<br />Words to shallow to proclaim what I feel.<br /><br />Honestly though what I didn't know,<br />Is the wrath she could cause<br />With just a blow.<br />It is me you see-<br />In your eyes- I AM.<br />But, for all you know,<br />I could even be her!<br /><br />The trance tranquility and<br />Peace within- Bestowed upon us<br />By our blessed sin-<br />Life overpowered by our very greed.<br /><br />PEACE! OM SHANTI! SHALOM! I plead!!!</span></span></span></b>Nikole Gorehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11524322265649803654noreply@blogger.com0